#Hair is surprisingly fluffy as well and great for hugs

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻: 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ♥

: sumeru edition!! : (haitham + kaveh + cyno + tighnari x gn!reader) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

AL HAITHAM is a man of few words.

because of that, you aren't able to read his expression most times - and many things go unsaid. there are a lot of things he wants to tell you. if you'd let him, of course. he just doesn't know how to ask - or how to bring it up, so haitham just stays silent.

it's only on quiet nights like these where his true feelings toward you begin to escape from his serious facade.

he whispered your name. "are you awake?"

when you didn't respond, the corners of his lips curved upward, just the slightest amount.

and then there's a warm hand on your head, stroking your hair reassuringly. his steady breathing is methodic as he leans forward and gently kisses your forehead, before whispering:

"rest well, my love." ♥

it's no overstatement to say that KAVEH is quick to anger.

but he tries not to stay mad whenever the two of you butt heads. after all, if the contender is his favorite person in the world, he really can’t, can he? then he’d just be acting like a terrible boyfriend!! :(

so every time he gets upset with you, or vise versa, he's got to find a way to make up with you! in the end, it's only fair!

kaveh insists on treating you to meals, even when you know he has no mora to spare. it's his way of showing how much he cares for you!! besides, if he has to room with al haitham, so be it. it's better than not being able to see your joyous face when you get to eat delicious food!! it makes kaveh unwillingly smile no matter the occasion.

but even the renowned architectural genius has his shortcomings. it's... well, he's not great at apologizing - or admitting he's wrong. he can't help the way his ears and cheeks flush as he starts to stutter... he's not supposed to make any mistakes!!

"i-i'm s...sorry...!!" he can't even meet your eyes, but all you can think is:

"adorable." ♥

CYNO wants to do everything he can to see you smile.

which is selfish of him, he'll admit that. but he witnessed you cry once, and that was enough for him to swear to never let that happen again - at least not while he was in the picture.

hmm... just how should he make you happy?? tighnari insisted his jokes really weren't funny... but maybe if he told them to you?

and he does just that.

it doesn't go two minutes without a wisecrack from him - but for some reason, you just can't seem to stop laughing. maybe it's his actual humor, or maybe it's about cyno himself, but there's just something about him that makes you smile without fail.

and when cyno is able to see that expression on your face, his heart flutters. he can't stop the way his heart is beginning to pick up pace and the way the atmosphere just feels warm. all he notices is how you look so immaculately beautiful right now - like someone from another world - so perfect, and all his.

so it was okay to be selfish this once, right? ♥

TIGHNARI tends to rant to you. a lot. he's got quite the mouthful to say about his coworkers and acquaintances.

however, that's not exactly a surprise. his temper and character is well known amongst the forest rangers and even the civilians through his sassy manner of speaking and how harshly he reprimands those who ignore the rules of the forest.

so when he comes home from work to the shared home and settles onto the couch next to you, taking in a deep, aggravated breath, you already know what's about to come.

but, somewhat surprisingly, he happens to a good listener as well. (and not just because of those fluffy ears of his!!)

maybe it's a bad day at work, or maybe you just woke up on the wrong side of bed - tighnari will listen to it all, letting you lean on his shoulder while you ramble away. he waits until you're done speaking before offering a couple sentences of gentle advice, then opens his figure, inviting you in for a hug.

and how could you refuse?

you mumble into his embrace, face warm. "thanks, nari."

"it was the least i could do." ♥

(a/n) fjaldjg fluff. god i love kaveh so much hes just??? ???? ahem. tell me any characters you'd like to see + any prompt if you want !! thank you for reading ♥

he's so babygirl

[monettsuki]

Capitano headcannons

Its all fluff don't worry too much about it

(Edit: I just realized that this may seem like ooc even if like we don't know much about his personality so now that is on my mind what do I do)

he gives surprisingly good hugs - somewhat like a bear hugging you - could stay in his arms forever if it was even possible

if he's hugged directly as he enters the home he shares with his s/o he will melt in your arms - especially if he's had a bad day again and just wanted to relax for once

Light sleeper and sometimes cannot sleep even if it would save his life - basically you have to drag him to bed so he gets at least a few hours of sleep before waking up and getting to paperwork if he has any or training new fatui members under his command (I doubt you could keep him in bed with his physique - easily overpowers people but maybe if you would ask nicely alongside puppy eyes he might indulge in your endeavors)

Before you (somehow) caught his attention (and heart) he might have been ''married'' to either training or doing paperwork - a workaholic basically

If you were a fatui member before you two got together he would spar with you - but not in excessive amounts and would sometimes refuse (especially if you have a smaller figure) due to not wanting to injure you severely

Just me or he would be able to cook well - like he would be a great cook and the other Harbringers would praise him for his cooking skills - you can't refuse his cooking because it would be good , would not mind if you wanted to cook something for him as well (picked up cooking as a hobby as a means to destress after the long days of work)

He would love to have a partner that adores cuddling (i mean who doesn't -anyway) he definitely would love to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him - would prefer if youre facing him because he adores seeing your face in the mornings

I personally believe the reason for his mask if because he has this huge burn scar on his face and severely hates when people just stare at it (like they did in the past before he eventually decided to wear his helmet) - the first time he actually decided to take his helmet off in front of you he was genuienly terrified for the reaction you would have seeing his face

I feel like he's an introverted person but enjoys doing the leadership things that are required for him as a Harbringer - that being said he doesn't show any kind of emotion even with his tone of voice and prefers it that way but with you he might actually show a softer side (especially due to also being able to see his face so he knows he can trust you)

He likes having someone run his fingers through his hair when he is exhausted after a day of work 100% - the feel of your fingers brushing through his hair is so calming for him - would lay his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat so he knows youre actually there and then when you start running your fingers through his hair he just melts in seconds

Would probably like to pet dogs on the street - especially the fluffy ones but he knows he can't have one dude e to probably both of you being to busy to take care of it 90% of the time - but it's alright because the dogs he pets is enough for him

At first he wouldn't be that fond of hugs, cuddles or anything really that included physical touch between the two of you touch starved most likely - but gradually he would start greatly enjoying your affection towards him

Likes mint and black tea but mainly drinks coffee to keep himself awake

I feel like once you enter his life and he gets used to your presence - especially cuddling with you and the feeling of him holding you in his arms he would have trouble sleeping if you're not there with him so he can hold you - would also probably be a bit worried if you're on a mission because who knows what can happen

On missions he would usually be accompanying your team and since you'd be his right hand (you should also have the skill for that because then it would get really suspicious if you were that but lacked the combat skills) most probably he would have the reason to do so - his reasoning would just be that he wants to make sure it all goes smoothly (also doesn't want anything to happen to you)

If you have any insecurities he would most likely try to make you feel better about yourself with compliments and praise - he would hug you and pat your head while he tells you all of that for added comfort

That's all goodbye 💙

[sstarfruitt]

hi! Could I please request something where reader gets some bad news about a family member and Roman Craig or Elwood blues tries to comfort and cheer up reader? Sfw or nsfw is up to you. Thank you! ❤️ (I love your fics and have been rereading the last one I requested so thank you again for that one and keep up the good work!)

If You Think So, Baby

Roman Craig X Reader (SFW)

Hey, so I’m gonna write this under a head canon that allows for the romantic shipping. Roman’s wife divorced him not long after the events of TGO. Since then, he’s been getting back on his feet and been trying to be a better man, and met Reader in the process. Lightly inspired by fics from my homie psychokinetic-ectoplasm :)

"Hi, Baby!"

“Hi, Roman.”

Roman dropped his big grin almost immediately, seeing the tired look in your eyes. He stepped aside and let you step into his place, watching you with a furrowed brow. “Sweetheart, is something wrong?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you about it in a minute,” you answered with a sigh.

“Oh, uh…” Roman shifted on his feet nervously as he closed the door and followed you to the kitchen. He’d never really been in a situation like this before, and he wasn’t really sure what to do. “Well, uh, are you hungry? Need anything? Y’know, I’ve got sodas, tea, I-”

“Some water would be great,” you answered quietly. Instantly, he went the cupboard, pulled out a glass, and poured some water in. He placed in front of you gingerly, watching you with wide eyes.

“Thanks,” you said softly as you took the glass. He stepped back and leaned against the fridge, crossing his arms nervously as you sipped the water. He again shifted, his lips pursed tightly.

“So, uh…” he started with a nervous chuckle. “What’s… what’s wrong?”

“I got some bad news,” you started quietly. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to him. “About a family member.”

“Oh, Sweetheart…” he trailed off, his eyes scanning over the paper, his brows knitted worriedly. Eventually, he lifted his gaze to look at you. For a moment, he hesitated, but he stepped forward and set a hand on your back. “I’m sorry. This must be horrible for you. Y’know, maybe I could see if I can get my hands on some cash to help, maybe-“

He was cut off by you hugging him tightly. For a moment, he just stiffened into the hug, unsure of what to do, but then he heard you sniffle. “Don’t talk about cash right now, Roman.”

“Sorry,” he answered quietly. After a moment, he nervously put his arms around you, squeezing you softly. Upon hearing you sniffle again, he reached up with one hand and buried his fingers in your hair, holding your head to his chest.

“Can I stay the night?” you rasped weakly.

“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I kicked you out?” he said, smiling softly for a moment. But his smile faded quickly as he squeezed you closer. “Hey, Sweetheart…”

He pulled back after speaking to look at you. You were a mess, and clearly exhausted.

“How about you get some rest? My bed’s all yours, if you want it,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft.

“That sounds good, Roman, thanks,” you respond quietly.

“C’mon, Sweetheart. Bring your water,” he answers, taking your hand and leading you off to his bedroom. You pad down the hall after him silently, still clutching your drink. You soon find yourself standing before his bed with him. You’d never actually been in his bedroom before- it was simple, as he had to sell off a lot of his things after he lost his money. But with a few fluffy pillows and a warm lamp among the things he had left… it was cozy.

“You can sleep here,” he started. “Don’t worry about making a mess. Do whatever you want to be comfortable. Just call me if you need anything. I’ll, uh… I’ll take the couch, I guess. Give you some space,” he said as he turned to leave.

“No, Roman,” you exclaimed, catching his hand again. He turned back toward you, smiling nervously.

“Well, hey, if YOU want the couch…” he joked nervously.

“Can you stay here with me? I don’t wanna sleep alone.”

“Oh, uh… Sure.”

At that, you hugged him softly again. He responded by putting an arm around your shoulders. “Aw, Sweetheart,” he continued.

“I love you, Roman. You’re a better boyfriend than you think you are.”

“If you think so, Baby.”

“I mean it.”

“…Thanks. I try. Now, let’s get you in bed.”

You let him bring you to the bedside and pull aside the sheets, and watch you kick off your shoes and climb in. “You know, I have pajamas you can borrow,” he continued as he pushed the water you left on the table closer to you.

“I’m okay.”

There were a couple more moments of silence, before he spoke again: “You SURE you want me to stay?”

“Yes, Roman,” you said with a breathless giggle. God, you didn’t think you’d be able to laugh today.

You watched as he kicked his clothes off to change into pajamas, and rolled to face him as he climbed under the covers beside you. Once he settled in, you scooted closer to cuddle into his chest, sighing exhaustedly. Slowly, his arm wrapped around you, squeezing you to his body.

“Go to sleep,” he said softly. “We’ll sort everything out tomorrow, I promise.”

“Mm,” you responded quietly. Already, your body relaxed against his, soaking in the warmth of his chest. It wasn’t long until you drifted off in his arms.

Afterwards, that night always stood out in your memory. The night he proved your words, easing your mind with his presence and bringing you a moment of peace in that difficult moment. Roman isn’t perfect- but he gives you his all.

[ga-yuu]

[Tail On Instinct - What If I Were A (Horny!) Cat] - Yasuchika Story

On my way home from a house call, I treated an injured cat demon---

My kindness backfired, and I was transformed into a cat,

He thought turning me into a cat would be a great act of gratitude because 'Cats are cute.'

(I don't think I want to be a cat. I never thought once in my life I'd actually turn into a cat...)

For the time being, I was able to return to Yasuchika-san's mansion but now I'm hiding under the bridge.

(What am I supposed to do?... Yasuchika-san is allergic to cats)

(However, I can't stay like this forever...what should I do?)

At that moment, a shadow appeared, blocking the sunlight that was shining in.

Yasuchika: "Playing hide and seek in a place like this?"

(Yasuchika-san!?)

All the hairs on my body stood up as I was startled by the sudden appearance of Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: "Sorry sorry. Did I surprise you? I didn't mean to do that."

(Woah...)

His long hands easily picked me up.

When I noticed that he was not sneezing like usual when he touched a cat, I assumed that he used some kind of Onmyoji spells on him. (Just make him a god at this point! This guy can do anything...and if he could do it then why not do it all the time when he wants to pat a cat!)

Yasuchika: "You're Yoshino-san, right?"

(He already noticed! As expected of you, Yasuchika-san)

(Yes! It's me, Yoshino!)

I replied with a 'meow' and he nods his head too.

Yasuchika: "There there. It's alright. I'm here now."

Yasuchika: "How about we go inside and talk."

......

When he brought me to his room....

The very next moment, I felt my body heating up and I returned to my human form.

Yoshino: "Thank god! I'm back..!"

I was almost about to jump with joy but I noticed a long tail extending from my waist.

Yoshino: "Why!?"

Yasuchika: "Also, you still have cat ears."

Yoshino: "! No way...!"

When I touched the top of my head, I feel fluffy triangular ears.

(Looks like the spell on me was only solved halfway through..but before that)

Yoshino: "Thank you, Yasuchika-san...for helping me earlier even though you're allergic to cats..."

Yasuchika: "I think you should worry about yourself first."

Yasuchika: "So what happened?"

Yoshino: "Well..."

We sat down and explained to Yasuchika-san how he had turned into a cat.

Yasuchika: "I see. What an interesting ideology that demon has."

Yasuchika: "If he had done that to me, I'd put a hair-loss spell on him or something!"

Yoshino: "That poor thing...please don't do something like that!"

Yasuchika: "If you say so."

Yasuchika: "Anyways, don't worry. You will return back to normal in no time."

Yoshino: "Really?"

Yasuchika: "Yeah, judging from the magic spell that was casted on you, that demon is not that powerful."

(He already sensed that too..as expected of the genius Onmyoji)

Yasuchika: "But still....if all cats were like Yoshino-san, they'd be so cute."

Yasuchika: "Hey, can I touch your ears?"

Yoshino: "Ah, yes. Go ahead."

Yasuchika-san was surprisingly interested, reaching for the fluffy ear.

Yasuchika: "Wow...so this what cat ears feels like."

Yasuchika: "Soft and squishy...strange."

(He seems interested, but his hand movements feel awkward...)

(Probably because he's not used to touching cats)

Yasuchika: "Yoshino..paw!"

Yoshino: "Why? I'm not a dog."

Yasuchika: "Aww, that's a pity."

(Woah...)

He laughs and hugs my waist.

He makes me sit on his lap and holds me from behind.

Yasuchika: "I'm not used to patting cats. So can you teach me how to pat a cat?"

Yoshino: "Well.. cats like it when you scratch under their chin."

Yasuchika: "Oh? You mean like this?"

His long fingers tickle and stroke the area under my chin.

(Mm....)

The touch was unexpectedly pleasant and I found myself entranced and closing my eyes.

(Oh..I feel so sensitive...It feels good)

Yasuchika: "You look like you're melting just from this...you love this so much, don't you?"

Yasuchika: "What next? Where and how do you want me to touch you?"

In a happy mood, he pecks my lip.

Yoshino: "...I also like to have my back and waist stroked."

Yasuchika: "Sure."

He flipped my body and made me sit facing him on his lap.

(Mm..Mmmm...)

He gently rubbed my back up and down gently and a sweet numbness runs up.

Seeing me twisting my body with pleasure, Yasuchika-san giggles.

Yasuchika: "I'm just lightly rubbing your back and you're already looking like this. How amazing."

Yasuchika: "I thought I'd never understand, but maybe just a little bit I now I understand why people love cats."

Yoshino: "..Mmm..Yasuchika-san..."

I take his hands that were rubbing my back and guided it to my waist.

Yoshino: "Here, slap me here..."

Yasuchika: "How can I refuse such a lovely request?"

He gently tapped my waist and rubbed them gently.

Yoshino: "Umm...more.."

Yasuchika: "Do you prefer to be slapped hard? Such a selfish kitty."

With a happy smile, Yasuchika-san does what I asked for...

(He's not touching me directly...)

In the midst of blurring consciousness, the desire to be touched more comes up...

Yasuchika: "Raise your head, Yoshino-san?"

Yoshino: "Mm..."

I lost my patience with that kiss and took my own lips even deeper.

Yasuchika: "You're hornier than usual...is it because you're a cat now?"

In the midst of the kiss, he untied my obi sash and loosened my kimono.

Yoshino: "Yasuchika-san, hurry..."

Yasuchika: "Don't be in a hurry, it's all right..."

(Ah....)

The moment he buried his face in my breasts, I felt the ears on my head twitch and quiver.

Yasuchika: "Greedy, impatient...a cute kitty who loves to feel good."

Yasuchika: "Until you're satisfied, I'll take care of you."

[shinysam29]

Albedo x Serifa - Don’t Go {ANGST}

“Mr. Albedo!” Sucrose cried out louder than she’s ever spoke, rushing into the lab of Dragonspine. “Mr. Albedo you need to come with me! Hurry!”

“Sucrose? What are you talking about?” Albedo’s tone wasn’t very expressive as his drooping eyes flick from his notes to the panting girl.

“It’s Serifa!” Sucrose exclaimed, catching all of Albedo’s attention.

“What about Serifa? Is she okay?” Albedo asked, worry lacing its way into his voice.

“No, she isn’t. There was an attack on Mondstadt. Fatui.” Sucrose teared up and wiped at her eyes. “She hasn’t opened her eyes since and Barbara’s healing isn’t working. And-“

Any words that escaped Sucrose’s lips were lost on deaf ears. The pounding of his heart in his ears made any sound lost on him. Serifa was the only person who bothered to even attempt a romantic relationship with him and he had initially accepted as a sort of emotional experiment yet something about her changed his goal. Instead of wanting to see what made her tick he found himself trying to note down what makes her smile. He found himself getting lost in the stories she told with that angelic voice he adored so much.

Albedo didn’t even notice when tears began to fall from his eyes until Sucrose grabbed his arm. She looked at him with Sympathy and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sure she’ll wake up. I’m sure of it.” Sucrose spoke as Albedo’s hearing returned to him.

“She has to…” Albedo muttered in a broken tone, tears streaming down his face for the first time in his long life. “I need her.”

Sucrose cried with him, embracing him before leading him down the mountain. Albedo moved slow, a sluggishness that gripped him as memories flooded his brain. Serifa’s smile, her laugh, the way her eyes shined so brightly with the mark of Khaenri’ah, and the way she loved him the way no one else even thought of.

“Albedo!” Serifa’s voice rang out, reaching Albedo’s ears as she rounded the corner to his cave lab.

“Hello, Serifa. Welcome back.” Albedo said without looking up from the tubes filled with various colored liquids. “How was the visit with your friend from Inazuma?”

“It was great! I got to show Yoimiya around Mondstadt and she wanted to meet you but she definitely wasn’t dressed for Dragonspine.” Serifa laughed a bit, a sound that brought a peaceful smile to Albedo’s lips.

“Well, I’ll be sure to come down with you next time.” Albedo looked up at her and his breath caught in his throat when his nose brushed against hers.

When had she gotten so close? That was the question in his brain as Serifa’s surprisingly warm hands came up to cup Albedo’s cheeks before she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks red as Albedo watched; this was all new to him.

“You don’t like it?” Serifa asked, frowning a bit as she stepped back after realizing he wasn’t kissing back. “I’m sorry. I was too forward.”

“Do it again.” Albedo demanded as he grabbed her hand. “I want you to do it again.”

“O-oh!” Serifa’s cheeks turned red again as Albedo pulled her body to his, their noses together. “Okay…”

Serifa let her eyes flutter closed as Albedo leaned close; his eyes closed also this time. Their lips met and Albedo experienced what felt like a jolt of electricity flowing through his body as their lips moved together. Albedo moved to deepen the kiss, something he observed from a couple in Mondstadt but never actually performed.

Serifa was surprised but accepted it nonetheless. Her hands found their way into his fluffy blonde hair, a gentle tug to it sending a shiver down Albedo’s spine. The two parted and looked at one another with a slight pant to their breathing.

“Exhilarating…” Albedo mumbled as he leaned in again, Serifa laughing as his lips captured hers again with the same amount of passion as before.

The two spent a while kissing. Albedo called them tests yet Serifa knew he just enjoyed the feeling of their lips together.

Albedo blinked a few times as Sucrose pulled him out of his thoughts, looking at him sympathetically.

“Please, Mr. Albedo. You need to focus when we enter Mondstadt.” She said, gripping his hand as the two walked through the gates.

Kaeya met up with them outside the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, clasping a hand on Albedo’s shoulder and apologizing for not doing more to help her. Sucrose parted ways there and left to gather ingredients Barbara and Lisa requested. Kaeya walked Albedo to the room Serifa was resting in.

“Her wounds were healed on the surface but Jean says it may have been worse than we thought. She’s been out for two days.” Kaeya spoke in a sympathetic tone, his usual cool demeanor having long been abandoned since the moment Serifa got attacked.

“Two days… I’ve been working for two days and I never realized she didn’t show up…” Albedo ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he sat in the chair beside the bed Serifa was in.

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” Kaeya spoke softly as he pulled up a chair also. “If anything it’s our fault for not protecting her better. She’s even my family yet I didn’t watch out for her better.”

Kaeya looked torn as he dug his nails into his thighs, gritting his teeth as he fought the tears that had begun to resurface as he placed all the blame on himself.

“Don’t.” Albedo spoke in his usual tone, eyes trained on Serifa. “Don’t blame yourself. Don’t take your love for granted either. I never took our relationship seriously but if I could change one thing it’d be how I handled everything when she loved me so much.”

“Loves. She’s not gone yet and we sure as hell aren’t letting her go.” Kaeya said seriously as he wiped at his eye, stopping his tears. “I know for a fact that you’re the thing she treasures most in life. You were all she ever talked about most days when we drank. ‘Albedo is so cute!’ ‘Albedo is so sweet to me.’ ‘Albedo is the smartest.’ ‘I love Albedo more than I could ever tell him.’”

Albedo furrowed his eyebrows, gritting his teeth as he glared at Kaeya.

“Why, even now, do you have to tease? Are you trying to hurt me further because it’s working. I never deserved any of the love she showed me and I know that.” Albedo’s tears began to fall again. “I can’t change the past but all I want now is to love her so purely. To give her the love that she always wanted and deserved.”

Kaeya shut his mouth, speechless at this confession. He nodded and stood, heading towards the door.

“She’ll wake up. She’s strong.” Kaeya tried to reassure Albedo.

“Strength is nothing in the face of death.” Albedo choked out as a sob left his lips.

Kaeya nodded and frowned before leaving the room. After the door clicked shut Albedo rested his head down in his arms on the bed next to her body. He grabbed one of her hands in his and it felt so cold; a stark contrast to the usual heat radiating from them.

“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry…” Albedo apologized through his sobs as he buried his face in the covers, hoping that through some miracle he could have his happy ending.

[twilightprince101]

GRANDMA HAS ARRIVED

Well she's more of a mom than anything but still

Meet Bronda Brittleshoot! As said, she is the mother figure to Brandy Brittleshoot and in her late 50's/60's! She stayed behind while her son went to Snaktooth island on the expedition, and after he's come back fully snakified no less she does everything in her power to help her son and the rest of his friends from the expedition team! She's one of the few people who fully knows about everything that went on at Snaktooth without actually being there, and she's there if anyone needs to talk about what happened with a fresh face.

She accepts the whole Snaktooth situation very quickly because (there's obviously proof in Brandy coming home snakified but also) she pretty much has her head buried as deep in stories as Brandy! While Brandy himself his an author of many types, Bronda is a professional editor and where her son got inspiration to create stories. She isn't the best at creating stuff on her own, but she loves to read other people's stuff and help them improve! In both personality and profession she's always offering a helping hand to others!

She greatly appreciates the company as well for anyone needing to hide. Much like her child, Bronda is also a bit of a social recluse, not having many relationships outside of her tight bond with Brandy. She's been a single mother for 20+ years, and although she has accepted her husband's death she finds it hard to pursue new relationships in her slightly older age. Even still, she has just as strong empathy as her son, and anybody who needs a place to talk or rest is welcome in her home.

Think of her like the Moominmama of the Bugsnax fandom! You're welcome anytime and she's always willing to lend a helping paw! And if you just want to talk or need a hug, she's always happy to provide.

Warmer lighting and color code for myself and others

[togrowoldinv]

here’s a request if you’d like: wanda and gn reader have been dating for a few years, and their anniversary is coming up. r decides they want to propose and plan a surprise for wanda and pop the question, of course wanda says yes. i’m just in need of a fluffy, ‘happily ever after’ type fic lol

Hey! Thanks for this request! 💙 I'm always in need of a happily ever after too. Also, if you're a fan of The Mystery Woman series be on the lookout on Monday for a new part in celebration of Valentine's Day 🥰

Thank You for Loving Me

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You are proposing to Wanda today. You’ve been planning for weeks now. And the whole team has been helping you.

Nat went with you to the jewelry shop to help pick out the perfect ring. Steve and Sam offered to help set up for the big event while Vision and Peter are in charge of keeping Wanda busy and unaware of what’s happening.

You stand on the roof of the compound now directing everyone as you set up.

“Hey y/n, you excited?” Natasha asks as she makes a heart out of rose petals on the ground.

“I’m nervous,” you reply.

“You know she’ll say yes,” Nat says with a smile. “Don’t worry.”

“You’re right. And surprisingly great at decorating,” you laugh, gesturing to the candles and flowers all around.

“Yeah, well the boys tried, but I picked up the slack,” Natasha says. “You go get dressed and ready. We got this.”

“Thank you, Nat, for everything,” you hug her and go to get showered and dressed.

When you are in the shower, you hear Wanda enter the bathroom.

“Hey love,” Wanda says as she comes closer to the fogged-up glass.

“Hey babe, I thought you were with Vision and Peter all day.”

“They wanted to call it a day on training, so I thought I’d come see what you were doing. Didn’t expect you to be showering, but…” there’s silence for a moment and then the shower door opens to reveal your naked girlfriend. “May I join you?”

“How could I say no to that? I do have to get back to work soon though,” you say, and she laughs gloriously.

“Okay, let me at least wash your hair,” Wanda says, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

“Wands?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to have dinner on the roof tonight?” you ask her nervously. If she says no, the whole plan is foiled.

“Sure, love,” Wanda says, her hands massaging your scalp gently. “That sounds nice.”

You turn and kiss her sweetly. Hopefully for the last time as just your girlfriend. You both finish up showering and get dressed. Wanda wears a deep red dress that hugs her form just perfectly.

“You ready to go up?” you ask her, feeling your heartbeat all over your body.

“Of course. You look amazing by the way,” Wanda says, taking the hand that you offer her and entering the elevator.

When you get to the roof door, you open it for Wanda, and she steps outside. She gasps as she sees the flower petals and candles all spread around the rooftop.

“Y/n, what- what’s happening?”

“Wanda,” you begin, moving the two of you over to the rose petal heart where you kneel and pull the ring from your pocket. “I love you so much. We’ve already had so many amazing times together and I want to spend forever with you. I promise I’ll love you and cherish you for the rest of my life. Wanda Maximoff, will you please marry me?”

“Yes!” Wanda says, leaning down to you kiss you fiercely. “I love you too and I will cherish you all the same.” You stand up and slip the ring on her hand.

“Thank you for loving me, Wands.”

“Thank you for loving me, y/n.”

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[xcrystalzero]

love languages

Characters Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

Kaeya:

Giving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

-Have you heard this man's voice-lines? The dude is the literal definition of a sweet-talker.

-Will constantly be telling you how good you look in that new outfit or how well-spoken you just were or how good you are at everything your do.

-Also kind of handsy??

-Not like in an obnoxious way (well at least not all the time). Loves to have a hand around your waist when you guys are just talking at the tavern or taking a walk around Mondstat.

-Will 100% grab your ass out of nowhere and then pretend like nothing happened.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Quality Time

- On the other hand, if you grab his ass, he may pass away on the spot.

-Absolutely loves it when you initiate physical contact, especially in public. Will tease you every single time about it but loves seeing this "bold" side of you.

"Oh? Someone's a little needy today." Kaeya cooed as he turned to glance over his shoulder at the way you were currently clinging to his back. You pouted up at him, making a show of slowly pulling away.

"You don't like it? I guess I'll just need to go find someone else to hug... You think Diluc is at the tavern?" You had taken a single step away when a pair of arms wound their way around your waist.

"Hey now..." There's a bit of a warning in his voice but it's nothing harsh. His breath hits your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "I never said that."

-Has a pretty packed schedule as a captain so he doesn't have much free time to spend just chilling. So when you take time out of your equally busy schedule specifically to spend with him, he gets all warm and tingly inside.

-Especially loves it when you do the planning since again, he's a busy man. If you show up at the Knight's headquarters and are just like "get in loser, we're going on a date" he'll probably fall in love all over again.

Diluc:

Giving: Gift Giving, Acts of Service

-Mans is the second-richest person in all of Tevat. If even bring up a slight interest in something, expect it to show up at your doorstep the next day, perfectly gift-wrapped.

-Will shrug it off when you confront him about it, wondering why you're making a big deal out of something so trivial.

"Diluc why is there an army of stuffed animals on my porch?" You aren't sure what your eyes are supposed to be. The fiery-haired man before you or the 50 fluffy creatures arranged in perfectly packaged boxes sitting on the ground in front of you.

"The other day, you said you thought they were cute" Diluc shrugs as he weaves his way through the maze of little creatures to stand by your side.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU BUY THEM ALL!"

-Also likes to make things easier for you whenever he can.

-He's always offering to call you a carriage so you don't have to walk places, or make sure that all of the errands are done before you get a chance to get to them.

-He just wants to reduce any stress in your life and it's cute.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation

-Touch-starved motherfucker.

-Somewhat shy when it comes to PDA and just general affection but over time, he gets used to it and starts to crave it.

-Will never ask you for affection directly but will definitely hint at it. He'll let his hand rest gently on your shoulder for just a little bit too long, or linger after he's already said goodnight, and that's how you know that he wants some love and affection.

-Really likes when you run your hands through his hair. There's just something so soothing about it, especially since he hasn't allowed someone to be that comfortable with him in a while. May just fall asleep in your arms if you keep doing it.

-In the same way, he likes to hear praises. He's not a man who needs to be told by others that he's doing the right thing or that he's doing a good job, but it does kind of feel nice when you're the one saying those things to him.

Xiao:

Giving: Acts of Service, Gift Giving

-He feels like he has nothing of his own to give so he tries to make himself useful in the only way he knows how.

-You mentioned that there's this commission you took that's harder than you expected and has had you busy for the past few days? Oh look at that, somehow the issue is solved. The Treasure Hoarders seem to be creeping too close to the trading ports for comfort. Not anymore they're not.

-Gets borderline creepy at some points where he seems to know every little thing you're struggling with and be able to solve all your problems immediately but are you really going to complain?

-Will constantly bring you food or little things that he saw that reminded him of you.

"Here, take this."

You glance puzzled at the hand the adeptus has outstretched to you. Gently, you reach out and take whatever it is he is offering you, bringing it up to your face to observe. A soft chuckle leaves your lips. In your hands is a tiny butterfly seemingly constructed of folded and interlocking leaf strips.

"Aww Xiao, did you make this for me?"

"I... I just happened to have it," he stutters out, looking anywhere except at you. That does nothing but coax another soft laugh out of you as you gently lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of it."

"... you better."

Receiving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

- Normally, he thinks the sweet-talking of mortals is just another form of manipulation. That being said, when he hears any of those sugared phrases coming from you, his heart skips a beat.

-The first few times you complemented him, he literally had to stop and process for a second because wow. That felt great.

"Mortals are so incapable," Xiao mutters as he brushes slime condensate off of his sleeve. You sheath your sword before turning back to him, a grin on your face.

"Well anyone would be compared to you. You're really amazing you know!"

He froze. They were just words and nothing he hadn't heard before from workers at the inn or humans in the past, so why was his heart beating to fast?

"Xiao?" You questioned, catching up to him and waving a hand slowly in front of his face.

Coming back to his senses, Xiao huffed, turning his head to the side to hide the red creeping onto his cheeks. "Shut up..."

-Surprisingly enough, also really really likes when you touch him. Of course, always ask first or he might just straight up deck you on sheer instinct.

-But as he gets more and more comfortable around you, he grows to love the way you will absentmindedly grab his hand whenever you want to show him something or the way you like to brush his hair gently out of his eyes when the wind picks up.

-His ears turn red whenever you touch him, no matter how innocent the touch and he will get flustered if you ever decide to tease him about it.

Zhongli:

Giving: Gift Giving, Quality Time

- For a broke bitch, he sure loves to spoil you. Will always bring you to upscale restaurants to try the most expensive dishes or take you out to the stalls to look at exquisite jewelry.

"Which one should I get?"

"Why not both?"

"And who is going to pay for that?"

"That... I did not consider."

- Likes to be around you whenever he can. He's not the busiest person now that he's basically given up the job he had for so long (spoilers???) so he has more time to spend with you.

-If you don't mind, he likes to just be around you throughout the day as you do your own thing, just enjoying being in your company.

Receiving: Quality Time

-The dude has been alive for so long, he just wants to spend some of that time with someone else.

-His favorite thing is just to wander around Liyue Harbor with you, pointing out historical landmarks or just rambling around the history of the land. Loves it when you ask him questions about things or just generally express interest in the things he is talking about.

"That section of the harbor actually used to be a theater."

"Like for plays?"

"Yes actually. However, it was demolished as a sign of the end of the cultural revolution as the city turned to trade as its primary focus."

"Oh yeah you were telling me about that yesterday!" You remark excitedly, gaze drifting around as though you are attempting to imagine the world Zhongli describes. But he is only looking at you, a warm smile spreading slowly over his face.

There is no shortage of people in Liyue Harbor to listen to his stories but only your commit them to memory almost immediately, constantly asking him questions and wanting to learn more about his world. And just for that, he thinks he may fall even deeper in love with you.

note: let me know if you guys like this and i'll do a part two with some of the characters i missed!

[ryosmne]

Tattoo Artist! Sukuna x reader (part 3)

Hey there again, I had a few ideas of where i wanted to take the third part, I'm very happy with what I came up with, it's very very fluffy, I hope you have a good time reading 💜.

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Warnings: Language, suggestive tones, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age here, around 21/22), nudity? Not really described, that's about it.

Saturday was slow for Sukuna, he doesn't really like working away his weekends, but here he is, finishing up a chest piece that looked good if he had to say so himself. Everything was luckluster to him compared to the project he was still drafting for y/n.

Speaking of her she hadn't texted him all day, neither did Sukuna. He told himself he wasn't clingy like that, she texted him before she would do it again surely. Y/n didn't pay much mind to him not making contact, perhaps he was busy. She wasn't wrong, she also had initiated most of their text conversations, she didn't want to seem desperate. Sukuna was going to contact her when he was free.

On the other hand Sukuna was stressed, passing in the hallway between the reception and his work booth, checking his phone every once in a while, he was a bit snappier than usual, not letting Gojo's or Megumi's remarks go, he would answer back, his voice almost dripping with venom, he was very much pissed and it showed.

When closing time finally came he was ready to blow up, Gojo teasing him, only made him more agitated. Gojo knew something was bothering him and he wasn't planning on dropping the subject.

"Hey 'kuna, tell the truth, you took her out and she left because she couldn't stand you, that's why you're so mad."

The white haired man joked, you could see the smoke coming out Sukuna's ears.

"Don't call me that. For your information, me and y/n had a great time, quit being an bumbass I'm not mad." Y/n did enjoy herself right? It sure looked like it. Was Sukuna getting insecure? Yes. Could everyone tell he was lying about not being mad? Also Yes.

"Oh so it's 'you and y/n' now? You were right Geto, he's got it real bad, he's not even calling her 'some girl' or something."

Gojo continued to laugh, he was enjoying every single second of torment he was putting Sukuna through.

He had enough though, he grabbed his jacket and his keys, but just before he left the rest of his crew and Yuuji, who came to eat with Megumi to close, he called to the most rational person inside. "Geto, come on I'll drive you home." Sukuna needed someone to talk to, he needed to know he was in the right and not going totally insane. Nanami was really close to him but relationships wasn't a topic he would really touch on. Gojo was out of the question, the man was a womaniser, not that it was a bad thing but he wouldn't even take Sukuna seriously, he only wanted to annoy him for the time being. Megumi was also a no. He would spill the beans to Yuuji, he already had Gojo on his ass he didn't need two more idiots making fun of him, one was barely tolerable. That only left Geto, who has at least had a few solid relationships and he was trustworthy enough not to give him too much shit.

Geto grabbed the chance not to have to clean for one night, but he was very curious about Sukuna's sudden move to give him a ride home, he has never offered that before. Yuuji had tipped him off, he knew his brother wanted to get all of the attention, if y/n didn't make a move, his brother would go insane. He was surprisingly right, so Yuuji told Geto to try and get his brother riled up. Now Geto didn't exactly agree, but he wanted to give Sukuna a friendly nudge to the right direction.

Sukuna had already been driving for a little while, he couldn't find the courage to open his mouth and talk. Has he gone mad? Its not like he's clueless about girls, he's had many. Why was it different this time?

"So how come you wanna drive me around at night?" The raven haired man asked, eyebrow raised, ready to hear what his friend was so on edge for all day, even though he had an idea. Sukuna wasn't one to share feelings, he never did, he couldn't really tell anyone the reason why not a single word from y/n all day irked him so damn much. "Look, so let's say there's this girl right? You take her out, you have fun, everything is cruising perfectly, but then she doesn't really talk to you the next day." He said with a small pause "hypothetically speaking" He added, just to avoid further questions.

Geto looked at him with a blank face, although he couldn't really believe in his ears, Yuuji was right, he knew his friend was falling face first, it still surprised him. He saw the day that Sukuna was stressed for a girl, if someone told him even two weeks ago that this was going to happen happen, Geto most definitely would've laughed straight in their face.

"Well it depends really, for example did you text her and she didn't answer? Then yeah, she's not interested, but maybe she's busy, or she started texting first and she wants you to initiate." Sukuna blinked "You're right she's busy, she has a test too, maybe she has been studying, she'll come around." He said, the words came fast out of his mouth. Geto looked at him again more serious this time. "Look man, I know for a fact, you haven't texted first, you seem to really like her, don't be a pussy and send her one text." His tone was equally serious. "I'm just fond of her, that's all she's good company." Sukuna tried to brush him off, Geto wouldn't budge. "Call it what you want, I know you like the feisty ones, so do many people and you know how college kids are, one party is all it takes to lead to who knows what. Man up, when you do you can bring her around the shop too, you know we all would love to meet her." By the time Geto finished his sentence, Sukuna had already parked outside of his apartment to drop him off, they shared their good nights.

For the rest of his lonely drive home Sukuna couldn't help but think of that party his brother mentioned a couple nights ago, was y/n going to be there? And Geto's words kept replaying in his head.

Geto was smiling to himself walking inside his apartment knowing he did the right thing giving his friend a slight push.

With her hair just the way she liked it, her make-up done and an outfit that extenuated her best features, y/n was making her way down the street to meet up with Mai outside of Todo's place. The walk wasn't too long and y/n caught a glimpse of her short haired friend, who was also dressed to impress, standing right out of Todo's door.

"You didn't wait long did you?" Y/n asked, Mai smilled and shook her head, she was the late one most of the time, she did make it just a second before y/n arrived.

"Let's go, my sister and Nobara are waiting" she informed y/n, who nodded. "Really, I haven't seen Maki in a while, Nobara rarely shows up in class too." She said full of excitement, the girls were friends for a long while, even before college. Mai and y/n ended up forming closer friendship.

"Yeah they're about to remind us of how single we are." Mai loved her sister with all her heart, she was very competitive though and when Maki got with Nobara before Mai could strike up a boyfriend in college, she took it a bit personally. Then she focused her attention on finding someone for y/n, but that never went well. Hopping right up the stairs both girls were talking about what they would see tonight, more accurately who. "So Yuuji is probably going to be here, I asked Todo" Mai said her eyes hopefull, y/n rolled her's and her companion didn't let it go unnoticed. "I really don't get you, he's cute, you even said so." There she goes again, but y/n wouldn't let it slide this time. "You seem way more giddy to see him, than I do." She said, knocking on Todo's door who was waiting right behind it, answering in seconds. Mai was still dumbfounded, she hardly acknowledged Todo at the door and made her way inside with y/n.

Thankfully the sofa on Todo's living room they usually sat on was only occupied by Maki and Nobara. "Wow sis you made it on time for once without someone dragging you out the house." Maki hugged her sister tightly, "I didn't really have a choice, y/n said she would go home if I was late again." Mai, said with a bit of a whine. Nobara went for y/n. "She's giving you hell huh?" Her comment made the girl laugh. "Nah she's fine, she can be a bit of a baby." That line made Mai slap her arm playfully, even when they made digs at each other, it was all in good fun.

Y/n could see Mai out the corner of her eye scanning the room, it wasn't unusual for her to do that, but it was the fourth time the past 30 minutes they've been here. Something was definitely up with her, and when she raised her hand having finally spotted the one she was looking for, y/n was a hundred percent sure of what was going on.

"Yuuji, over here" Mai called hand in the air, a very friendly smile on her face. Yuuji eagerly walked over offering his greetings, his attention was on y/n "Hey, has my brother texted you at all?" That was an out of the blue question. Mai gave her a look "His brother?" She questioned, then looked back at Yuuji "You've got a brother?" Why did he have to say that infront of Mai, she wouldn't leave her alone until she told her everything about the guy, she was at least thankful he didn't mention a date, Sukuna probably hadn't mentioned anything to him. "Oh yeah, he's the one I went to last week and no Yuuji he hasn't, did something happen?" Mai stayed silent, so did the other girls, they planned on interrogating her later, judging by the looks they exchanged. "Oh it's nothing" Yuuji let out a breathy laugh, knowing he plotted with Geto to get under his brother's skin. Payback for the bagels he baked at 4 am was going to be sweet.

Yuuji took a seat next to Mai, who introduced him to her sister, Nobara already knew him short of and the two of them begun chatting casually. Y/n could see the chemistry between them as he complimented the dark haired girl on the way she looked tonight. She could see their eyes meeting, something more than friendliness resided in the looks they shared.

Y/n let her friend have her fun, at this point Maki and Nobara had adopted her taking shots, talking about the annoying situations that have occurred in the time they hadn't seen each other. Nobara in particular, was sharing her frustrations about men not taking her seriously as Maki's significant other and continuing to make moves on her partner. "I shut them down" Maki said proudly snaking an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "I know you do, I just want them to feel a bit threatened" Nobara's eyes drifted to the floor . "What are you talking about? Remember the time you just looked at that guy eyeing her and he mouthed 'sorry'? You're very threatening." Y/n took another shot laughing with the two girls. Her comment was quite comforting to Nobara and Maki knew that things always went Nobara's way, she just liked complaining sometimes, she was the jealous type.

Todo with Takada in hand, who arrived right after y/n and Mai, answers his door again for the multipluth time this evening, seeing the last person he expected. "I thought you were too old for house parties" he taunted at the grumpy man infront of him. "Screw you I'm 26, and I didn't come empty handed" Sukuna spoke, his tone getting a bit friendlier at the last words in his sentence. He passwd the two bottles of vodka he held to Todo. "Well come on in, Yuuji's brother is also mine" he said giving the pink haired man a friendly hug.

Sukuna's eye scanned his living room untill his eyes landed on the back of y/n's head, he headed straight her way.

Y/n heard a few girls around her making a fuss over some apparently really hot guy who just entered, but she didn't bother turning around. That was until she heard it "Huh, who would've known, you actually have friends" That voice was unmistakably his. Sukuna was here. Y/n's heart was fluttering in her chest but the alcohol in her system made it easy to come up with a comeback. "At least I don't pay mine to hang around me." She said, her voice laced with sarcasm, she still didn't turn to face him, she was frozen in place. Mai's, Maki's, Yuuji's and Nobara's eyes were wide and dancing between the two. There was for sure something going on here. Sukuna took a seat beside her casually draping an arm around the back of the sofa. "You're hurting my feelings doll, I'm not that bad" he spoke so softly, she almost got lost looking into his eyes. He looked way too good for her liking, same jewelry and eyeliner as the last time she saw him, his pink her strategically messed up, a silk black button down with the top two buttons undone, exposing his defined collarbones and the tattoos that extended to his chest and neck, black pants framing his thighs perfectly as he sat. Y/n was staring at this point, her friends were silent, taking in the image that was displayed before them. They had never seen y/n flustered or having difficulty forming words. Even Yuuji was surprised, seems like he was wrong about y/n's taste.

Sukuna was enjoying the look on her face a little more than he cared to admit, he would've taken his teasing further, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl anymore and her friends were already shocked. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked her poking her cheek, and y/n could see Nobara was about to blow up.

"Right, Mai, Maki and Nobara this is Sukuna, he's um my tattoo artist?" What was she even supposed to say at this point? The guy she went on a date with and had the best make out session of her life?

Sukuna gave his hand out to the girls greeting them, he noticed his brother a few seats over who was concealing a laugh "you're here too brat" he briefly egnowledged him, Yuuji hummed back a hello in return, turning to Mai who was very eager to hear the details of y/n's and Sukuna's relationship, he sure as hell didn't look like just her tattoo artist.

"Tattoo artist? Really? you don't even have tattoos y/n" Nobara spoke, she just wanted her friend to be honest with her, if she had someone special, she could have said so, they've known each other for years. Sukuna wasn't surprised to hear that y/n hadn't shared that she got tattooed, he could tell she was a bit of a private person.

Y/n took off her jacket that she still had on from when she arrived, to show off the design to Maki and Nobara, Mai had already seen it and she was busy gossiping with Yuuji anyways. "Right, I forgot to tell you" she said, as Maki and Nobara scanned her upper arm with their eyes, so did Sukuna. He couldn't help himself, y/n looked so beautiful in his work. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin she was willing to give him, she could be his personal work of art, she already was one, but he wanted to decorate her in the best way he could and with the most beautiful art he could make. "That looks so beautiful" Maki spoke in awe, Nobara gave a little laugh "it's creepy, but it's really you. "

She took a look at Sukuna then back at y/n "It's very fitting, I don't know how to explain it." She continued.

Sukuna never took compliments that seriously, but hearing y/n's seemingly bitchy friend praise his work and the perception he had of her made him grin widely.

The four of them continued to speak, Maki and Nobara were very interested in Sukuna's line of work, Mai and Yuuji also took their turns in talking when they weren't too busy with one another. Y/n's friends were doing great with Sukuna, she thought he would be really difficult, he has a very explosive personality. Sukuna was putting in all the effort to make a good impression, both to y/n and the ones around her.

"So, did you miss me that much you came to find me?" Y/n asked once the attention was taken off of them. Mai looked to be having a deep conversation with Yuuji whereas Maki and Nobara got up to dance. "And if I did?" Sukuna spoke, his face dangerously close to hers, when did he manage to get hip to hip with her? Then again y/n had grown so comfortable around him, she didn't notice.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad you did come." She replied, Sukuna could tell she was a bit tipsy, else he would be making out with her on that sofa not caring who was watching.

Y/n poured herself another drink, thank god she didn't have to get up to get a refill, but Sukuna's voice stopped her movements. "Maybe you should ease up there" he said watching her fill two cups.

Y/n raised a brow at him "since where are you a party pooper? come on it ain't a party without a drink" her voice was playful as she tried passing one cup to him. Sukuna liked this y/n too, she was a bit more giggly, she smiled a bit more, "I'm driving sweetheart". Y/n was satisfied with his answer and proceeded to gulp down on both the cups she filled before Sukuna could stop her. She laughed pointing at him with her tongue out "too slow". Sukuna could only smile and pat her head. She was something else.

Somewhere along the night, Maki and Nobara disappeared and so did Yuuji and Mai. "You better tell your brother to take good care of my friend" y/n's state was getting worse, or more hilarious, it depended on how you looked at it. Sukuna would straight up laugh with some of the things she said, and he was trying his best to keep all forms of alcohol away from her, for her own good. "I don't think you should worry, Yuuji is much better than me in these kinds of things." He replied honestly, but y/n didn't necessarily see it like that. "There's no way he's that smooth" she trailed, the corners of her lips tugging upward. "Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked me, didn't you think I was a dick?" Sukuna asked "Still do" her smile only grew wider.

One thing was for sure, y/n was very demanding when drunk, Sukuna left her side for the first time all night to get her some water, cause she felt 'like SpongeBob under that lamp drying out'. Not even slightly bothered by her request, Sukuna was on his way back to her, that's when he saw some guy standing infront of her trying to talk to her. Y/n even in her not very conscious state didn't tolerate people who didn't respect her "Just one song, come on it won't hurt, you're alone after all" the guy, y/n didn't care to catch the name of said "look, I don't dance, not unless the company is worth it, and I'm here with someone, leave me alone, this is getting annoying" Sukuna observed laughing to himself. He didn't feel the need to intervene yet. Y/n didn't like getting bossed around that's for sure, nor did she need a knight in shining armour to protect her, not that he would mind doing that. Sukuna casually sat down beside her again, ignoring the guy who was still standing there for some reason. That irritated him, it was enough that he tried to make a move on her, but not leaving while he was right there rubbed him the wrong way, "Here you go sweetheart" He said handing her the glass, praying that she won't drop and break it, he threw a glare at the guy who finally took the hint and left. "Thank you 'kuna." Y/n spoke, in a tone totally different from the one she had moments ago.

The nickname alone made his heart jump. Gojo was quite annoying when he called him that, but hearing the same word rolling out of y/n's tongue was completely different. Sukuna couldn't tell why he was feeling that way, he didn't care though, all he knew was that even the air smelled sweeter, when he was around her.

"You don't dance unless the company is good?" He asked, genuinely curious "well yes, if I feel comfortable I'll dance, but I don't really do it that much" she said, eyes heavy looking all over Sukuna's frame. " I see, how about we dance?" Sukuna suggested, he rarely danced himself, y/n made him want to get out of his comfort zone, hell he's already at a house party thanks to her.

"Only if you take some shots with me." She smilled at him malevolently. "You're playing dirty, who's going to take you home if I'm drunk?" Sukuna just wanted to hear her drunken logic "It probably takes a bottle for you to get drunk, you're clumsy, drunk or not, you're probably going to kill me if I get in your car".

Sukuna was full blown laughing, but she was right, her head was still not gone, she could walk and talk fine, she was just more talkative and cheerful, couple of shots wouldn't hurt, he could walk her home after since she lived close by, he remembered the way and then walk back home himself. She also gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen, how could he deny her?

"Ok you win" he raised his hands in defeat and y/n couldn't be happier. She poured 4 shots for them, which they quickly consumed and they were off to dance.

She never pictured him as a dancer, y/n saw Sukuna as the very cool looking dude standing on the bar, probably drinking whiskey with a bit of ice.

Looks can be deceiving, Sukuna was spinning her around, their bodies were pressed together, guiding each other to the beat. Eyes were meeting, body heat was exchanged, they fit like puzzle pieces even like this. Y/n kept looking at the exposed skin of his neck, why did he have to look like that and be this close, her face only grew warmer once her eyes met his and then dropped to his lips. Its not that Sukuna didn't want to kiss her, he would most certainly prefer her to be sober and remember it clearly the next day.

Those last two shots y/n had, in addition to Sukuna's body against hers, made her vision a bit blurry and her knees weak. "Hey doll, everything ok? You with me?" He shook her lightly by the shoulders, he could tell she was growing tired and he noticed how her demeanor changed. "Mhm, I'm sleepy 'kuna" there she goes again, making his heart skip beats. Y/n would be giving him so much shit had she realised she made him feel like that. "Ok then, how about we take you home ?" Sukuna's voice was so mellow, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

He guided her out of the crowded house, Todo was nowhere to be found, so Sukuna couldn't really let him know he was leaving.

Y/n was leaning on him, walking slowly down the street towards her place, but she abruptly stopped and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked, his sound as mellow as before. She was down right adorable, sitting there with a pout of her face .

"My feet hurt" y/n complained, dramatically throwing her arms around, if it was any other person Sukuna would've droped them to fend for themselves. "Really? That's sad" he replied, dropping down to her level, she only nodded, women's shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Sukuna scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way, he couldn't have her complaining and it wasn't like she would remember much either. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck, y/n could feel the warmth creeping up her neck all the way up to her ears, she didn't see the satisfied smile Sukuna wore.

Today went a lot better than he expected. So well that the tiredness got to y/n before they reached her apartment. Sukuna watched as she fell asleep in his arms. What a strange girl, she had both shyness and attitude, she was dancing her heart out no more than 15 minutes ago yet she still managed to fall asleep as he carried her.

Reaching her building, luckily the main entrance was unlocked. Sukuna took a peek at her, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, but unfortunately he had to. "Hey, which floor are you on?" He whispered softly, that was enough to shake y/n awake. "Third" she whispered back. Sukuna took the elevator up, and he finally reached her hallway, he only wished she didn't get her floor wrong or it would look like he was trying to break into someone else's house. "Doll, can you point your door for me? I'll put you down for a bit, where are your keys?" Y/n pointed at her door, handed Sukuna her keys and groaned as he set her down to unlock it for her. "You're such a brat" he pointed out swinging the door open, her annoyed face looked even cutter under the barely lit hallway.

Lord knows how Sukuna managed to find the light switches in the dark but he made it, y/n looked completely out of it now. He picked her back up and tried a few doors to find her bedroom. He gently layed her on the mattress. Y/n groaned again and said something about being uncomfortable. Of course she was uncomfortable, with her clothes still on from going out, there's no way she wasn't.

He shouldn't care right? He should just let her be and go home, but Sukuna could already tell she would have an awful nights sleep and he wanted her to rest properly. "Were do you keep sleep clothes" he asked, y/n pointed lazily at some drawer. After briefly digging in the drawer, he took out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

He reached her frame again, undoing her shoes, sliding them off, next he prompted y/n with her side resting on the headboard so he could have her sit up with her legs dangling of the side of her bed. His hands found the rim of her shirt, her voice stopped him "don't look ok?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "I won't look"

"Promise?" She asked holding out her pinky

"promise" he stated locking it.

Sukuna averted his eyes from her body and helped her into her comfy clothes. Only one thing remained "Now come on time to get your makeup off"

"Nooo, I want to sleep" she complained loudly, dropping her body backwards on the bed. "Come on, it's not good for your skin, it will just be a minute, just be good for me" he said grabbing her hand, but y/n turned her head away. That's when Sukuna threw her over his shoulder, the most she could do was weakly hit his back and tell at him to put her down.

Sukuna sat her somewhere in her bathroom, while she still mumbled about being sleepy. He got a washcloth wet, and took a look at the products in her cabinet, she surely had an oil cleanser he just had to find it... bingo.

He pushed her hair out of the way and gently applied and massaged the product on to her skin, giving her instructions to keep her eyes and mouth close, he was extra careful not to cut her with his nails, then he used the washcloth to remove all the make-up that melted off. Sukuna also wore liner, not all the time but often enough to know that some things didn't come off with soap and water. He takes care of himself, his skin, his hair, his nails, everything. He knows a bit more than he's willing to share. Next he followed the same steps with her cleaner, y/n was enjoying herself, half asleep under his touch. He finished everything by applying a serum and a moisturizer on her face. "You've got the cheap stuff." He joked. "Hey it works" y/n defended as he picked her up once more.

This time he layed her under the covers, he pulled them up over her body, looking at her with plain adoration, he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight, I'll text you." He whispered in her ear, turning around to leave. A hand tugged oh his wrist, the same way he had done to her a couple days ago. Y/n was looking at him with pleading eyes "please stay" she almost begged, "are you sure? Its really late" he said, y/n nodded patting the spot beside her, he couldn't say no to those eyes. He quickly got rid of his shoes and dress shirt, he disappeared to the bathroom to take off his eyeliner and got under the covers with her.

Y/n curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest, taking in all his warmth and scent while listening to his heartbeat, his arm was wrapped securely around her.

" Can I ask you something?" Y/n's voice broke the silence. "Didn't you want to sleep?" Sukuna teased, and y/n took the opportunity to ask anyway. "Why do you like me?" What kind of question is this? Sukuna blamed the fact that she was a bit out it. She had no reason to be insecure, she was stunning and she also had a personality to back up her looks. "Let's see... you're kind of a badass, no one really talks back to me like you do, you're quite easy on the eyes too" what he said was very true, but he was falling for the little details too. The way she picked mindlessly at her food as she talked when he took her out, or the way her eyes sparkled when something peaked her interest. Even her drunken self had him feeling things he never did.

"How come you were single? Judging by your friends it's been a while" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, but y/n didn't give any signs of being bothered by his assumption. "Honestly, I don't want someone to fall out of love and leave me behind" Drunken words are sober thoughts. Sukuna didn't want to ask if that had happened to her before, he didn't care, he would do better than whoever hurt her.

More moments passed with him rubbing comforting circles on her back, he was sure she was asleep, her breath was slow and steady against his chest. "I wonder, what would you say if I asked you to be mine?" Sukuna whispered, staring up at her ceiling. "I'd say yes, airhead" y/n mumbled. Sukuna's eyes widened, she wasn't supposed to hear that. "I'll make sure to ask you soon then" he said, y/n looked up at him, this time he couldn't help himself and captured her lips in his, in a very slow passionate kiss. It didn't last long but it was enough to keep y/n's head spinning around with him running through it. "Sleep already, brat"

"okay 'kuna".

The light coming in, beaming through her curtains, woke y/n from a very peaceful sleep, now all she felt was the vodka she consumed the night before. Her head was pounding hard, she reached for her phone on her nightstand. Instead of her phone, her hand made contact with a piece of paper.

Good morning doll.

You're most definitely feeling like shit, but don't worry you didn't do anything too embarrassing. Unfortunately I had to go to work early and you looked cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. There are pain killers next to you, you must have a hell of a headache. Don't forget to eat, I made breakfast for you in the kitchen (with all I could manage to find, you should go grocery shopping more often). Text me or I might think you died in your sleep. Have a wonderful day y/n.

- Sukuna

PS I took a peek in one of your notebooks. I was right, your handwriting is really fucking bad.

Of course he had to be his usual smug self, y/n found herself laughing at the words scribbled on the paper that was obviously ripped out of one of her notebooks. His handwriting was as pretty as his drawings, so aesthetically pleasing. He had even taken time to doodle coffee cups, and some trees at the bottom of the page.

The events from the previous night were starting to flood back to her head head. She took the pain killers Sukuna left out for her, he was kind enough to place a glass of water on her nightstand too. Y/n couldn't believe Sukuna not only stayed over, but he also put in so much effort for her, he certainly didn't look like the type to do so.

Walking in her kitchen, what she witnessed, exceeded all her expectations. When she read breakfast she thought he made her a sandwich, which she would've been extremely grateful for. Sukuna had gone all out, from pancakes, to French toast, an omelet and even her coffee served. She just stood there looking at her table, mouth almost hanging.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants.

You should've told me you were going out with Yuuji's hot brother. I would've never guessed that's your type.

Mai seemed to be in a mood to tease her.

You're right I should've told you, your turn, where did you and Yuuji run off to last night?

Y/n laughed knowing it was going to take a while to get a response. She sat down looking at all the choices she had, wondering what to pick. It's safe to say everything was as delicious as Sukuna.

I'm impressed. You draw, you cook AND you didn't burn down my house, I'm very thankful for that (breakfast was delicious too).

Sukuna, stared down at his phone, all the stress he had two nights ago long forgotten. Only thing that remained was to get y/n right back in his chair.

Happy to hear you're alive and kicking and you enjoy my cooking. I've got to go through, some dickbag wants me to do a cover-up. I'll talk to you later.

He dealt with this client in an unusually polite manner. Y/n had brighten his morning from the moment he woke up next to her.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Yuuji was right, I had to push him" Geto said to an agitated Gojo, who wanted to get under Sukuna's skin for a little longer. "Then hopefully he will bring her over, that would for sure be fun, he's going to get so worked up if we give her any attention." Gojo was rubbing his hands together at the thought. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not that worried about what Sukuna will do to you, we've both seen y/n, she doesn't even take his shit, I think she'd hit you." Nanami pointed out ."Well I haven't yet seen her, Yuuji said she was nice to him." Megumi joined the conversation remembering his friend talking about the girl, he had zoned out for half of it though. "I haven't seen her either, I did hear her though, she doesn't sound like she would let you pull something like that to him" Geto spoke again. "Nah she looked friendly, we can for sure make him foam at the mouth" Gojo plotted. "I can guarantee, she will rip of your head of if you try your shit." Sukuna was sure of it too.

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a/n:i will most likely disappear for weeks after i post this like every time but i just wanted to say i hope you guys enjoy this! (in my opinion this fic is kinda weird and sucks?? but i think i will always feel that way about everything i do lol) 

lowercase intended (i have no idea why i wrote it like that😐)

brock x oc 

2127 words

stella turned her attention away from her book when she saw her phone light up in the corner of her eye, showing that brock had messaged her.

meet me at my dock in 10? 

hmm i don’t know, do i want to?

stell you’re so difficult, just come to the dock please. 

i promise you won’t regret it.

be there in ten😊 

ps.you’re so easy to annoy, mr.sensitive

brock couldn’t help but grin when he saw stella walking down the dock towards him. even though she was in sweatpants and a tank top with her hair pulled up into a bun, he still thought she was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

“woah do you have gifts for me?” stella said sarcastically when she saw a to-go coffee cup and an extra UND hockey hoodie on brocks lap, accompanied by some fluffy blankets. “told you you wouldn’t regret it, though i am considering not giving these to you because of the comment you made.” stella raised her eyebrows at his words before realizing what he meant, she quickly apologized for her sarcastic comment and sat down on brocks lap, his arm snaking around her waist like a glove. 

“can you just not go to college?” she mumbled quietly into his chest, running her fingers through his blonde hair as the two of them admired the moon reflecting off of the lake. 

“i wish i didn’t have to leave either stell, but we’ll still talk lots and see each other all the time.” stella smiled at the nickname brock has always called her, no one else is allowed to call her that, and brock made sure everyone knew. “yeah i guess.” she frowned at him before taking another sip of her now slightly colder coffee. 

brock couldn’t help but admire how beautiful stella looked, and before he knew it, he was kissing her. it was a soft and slow kiss, the slowest kiss ever probably, but the both of them had been dying to do it for as long as they could remember. neither of them said anything as they pulled away, exchanging a smile before she put her head back on his chest.

and that was four years ago, now brock’s in vancouver, with the canucks and having a great nhl career. and where’s stella? living in a small apartment in seattle, two and a half hours away from brock, missing him even after four years. they only occasionally talk now, those occasions being birthdays, maybe even christmas sometimes but that’s about it. 

she was in so, so much pain. but she could never bring herself to talk about it with anyone, she has very few friends here in seattle anyways. all she does is go to coffee shops, writes in her blog (which is doing surprisingly successful and allowing her to make a living off of it), go for walks in nature, and goes home and spends time by herself. all she wanted to do was talk to brock, hug him one last time, and maybe even kiss him again.

when stella saw that seattle was getting an nhl team, a spark of excitement happened in her brain. “what if i run into brock here?” 

brock knew that stella lived in seattle, he was just always too much of a coward to ask her to hangout or even text her a “how are you doing?”. and stella on the other hand didn’t want to be a bother, she didn’t want to mess with brocks life and possibly mess up how well brock was doing in his career. that’s how much stella means to him.

the day brock feared but looked forward to the most finally came, going to an away game in seattle. even though he had no idea where stella lived or what parts of the city she’s in, he had the feeling he’d run into her, there was no way life was gonna keep them apart. 

brock wanted to walk around the city during their day off before the game, he stumbled upon this coffee shop in downtown seattle, a couple minutes away from his hotel. but little did he know, it was stellas favourite coffee shop to write at, and she was sitting inside, grabbing her coffee and sitting up at the barstools by the window.

brock got his coffee and scanned around the coffee shop, finding the only empty spot to be next to a familiar blonde head but was interrupted by his thoughts when a teenage boy came up to him, asking if he was brock boeser, to which stella heard and froze completely. her heart literally felt like it dropped into her stomach, no, not even her stomach. it had dropped from her body entirely and sunk into the ground, making a giant hole and out into space. she was panicking, she wanted to get up, and run out of the coffee shop as fast as she could. but she couldn’t, it was like someone had glued her to her seat.

all those years that stella spent crying in her bedroom, watching old videos and looking at pictures of them together, wishing she could go back in time and make it all work out, screaming at herself on why she never reached out to brock is all coming to an end. cause she had to face him this time.

not long after, she felt someone sit next to her, she tried so hard to ignore it and not look over but she did eventually, just a little bit so he couldn’t see her face. but it was brock, the same brock she used to stare at for hours while laying with him, just a little bit older, and definitely more mature.

stella contemplated on what to do, should she say nothing? should she say hi? should she get mad at him about not texting her for the past four years?

brock on the other hand was also freaking out, wondering what he had done, wondering if she knew he was here, wondering if he had done the right thing, wondering if he should’ve just walked out.

after all these years, stella still couldn’t do it, she still couldn’t face brock. she started packing her things up, leaving her book behind on purpose, with a glimpse of hope that brock would chase after her and return the book, telling her how much he’s missed her and asking to be back in her life again, like a perfect romantic movie. 

but that wasn’t the case, brock watched her leave, just like how stella watched brock leave their hometown four years ago. all brock wanted to do was talk to stella, but he just couldn’t and he didn’t know why.

and all stella wanted to do was talk to brock, but she just couldn’t bring herself to it. but now stella is two blocks away from the coffee shop, her music slowly getting louder by her panicking and pressing the volume up button on her phone, as her tears start to fill up her eyes and flow out uncontrollably. 

while brock stayed sitting in his seat, bottling up all his emotions knowing this is gonna affect the rest of his day, probably even his week.

“woah, what happened to mr.sensitive over here?” elias joked as he walked into him and brocks hotel room, revealing a sad-looking brock who was sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. “i saw- never mind, i don't want to talk about it petey.” brock mumbled before looking up at elias. “how about me, you, and a couple of the guys go to a bar and get rid of whatever this is?” elias said and pointed at brock when he emphasized “this”. 

“yeah sure, whatever.” brock sighed as he stood up. “let’s go see who wants to go out.”

surprisingly, most of the young guys on the team said yes, so all of them went for an adventure in the city, trying to find their new bar to visit whenever they are in seattle. everyone had finally settled in their spots and everyone had their drink, nils and elias were talking about some swedish thing like they always are, quinn and jack watching football on one of the tv’s, the rest of the guys talking about something brock couldn’t even bring himself to pay attention to, all he did was sit there, stare at his drink, and tried not to drink it all at once. 

“hey what about that girl over at the bar? go talk to her.” elias pointed to a blonde girl at the bar and raised his eyebrows in excitement trying to get brock to look over. and to his surprise, it was that same blonde head he couldn’t help but stare at in the coffee shop earlier cause he knew exactly who it was. “oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” brock whispered under his breath and drank his glass of whiskey in one big sip. “here we go.” 

brock sat down right next to stella, who was at the bar to attempt to drink all of her sadness away. brock couldn’t speak, at all, and when he’d attempt to say something words wouldn’t even come out of his mouth, he couldn’t even make a noise. stella hid her face behind her hands and snuck a look at brock, she wasn’t expecting him though, her heart started racing again. but she knew that something had to happen this time. 

“stell,” was the first word brock finally forced out of him. but it also had to be stella’s nickname that was only allowed to be used by brock, and she knew, but she didn’t know what to do. there were three things she wanted to do right now, bolt out of this bar and down the street as fast as she could, hug brock and cry into his arms without saying anything, or pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of them and try to be friends again. she chose the second. 

stella looked at brock and immediately threw her arms around him for the tightest hug she’s ever given anyone, and brock gave her the tightest hug he’s ever given anyone as well. meanwhile, there was a very confused group of nhl players, watching one of their closest friends hugging a random girl at the bar who they thought was a stranger. “what the actual fuck is going on quinn.” elias whispered, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“holy fucking shit i missed you.” brock mumbled with his mouth on top of her head before giving her a kiss on it. “me too, we have so much to talk about.” stella said which was muffled by the sweatshirt brock was wearing but brock could still hear. “can we talk somewhere else?” brock asked, not wanting his teammates to see any more of this interaction. “yeah but i don’t wanna let go.” stella said looking up at brock, still hugging each other tightly. “i’m never letting you out of my life, not again.” brock said while smiling at stella. 

all these years they spent missing each other, was finally coming to an end. maybe stella would finally be happy again, maybe brocks hockey playing would be at his best again. all they knew is that they had each other this time, even if their conversation doesn’t work out, there’s no way they’re giving up. 

the two of them ended up going over to stellas apartment, they couldn’t stop apologizing to each other about not reaching out but they quickly forgave each other. they were now sitting on the couch in the living room, cuddling like how they always would. they were like two puzzle pieces, not only did their bodies fit perfectly side by side, they complimented eachothers best parts, and covered up the bad parts.

“hey,” stella said quietly, looking up at brock who responded with a “hmm?”. “i’m sorry about the coffee shop earlier.” stella let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence, brock did as well. “it’s okay,” he smiled. “i have your book by the way, but i’m keeping it.” brock smirked, watching stella give him an annoyed look. “don’t worry, i’ll buy you another copy if you want.” he cut her off as soon as stella opened her mouth. “fine.” stella mouthed, before giving brock a quick peck on his jawline. that was one of the things brock missed most. he squeezed her just a bit tighter for a couple seconds, nuzzling his face into her neck and breathing in her scent. nothing could get him to leave her right now, or maybe even ever again.

[aiiwa]

FRESHMAN YEAR — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut

⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes, smut, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected sex

⤷ word count: 6.2k

— a/n: this was an anon request for a reader trying to sneak off away from iwa the morning after and he ain’t having none of that 😈

i had no intention of this being so long, but iwa just gets me going aight!!

freshman year of college had given you many things.

an unrivalled expertise in procrastination - avoiding the overwhelming influx of assignments from your professors was second-nature at this point; party now, cry later, right? carpe fucking diem, no? either way, it had also given you a liver which begged for a glass of water, a drop even, anything but the wretched burn of vodka and the copious amounts of iced lattes at three in the morning. and deities forbid your mother ever finding out her daughter lived off of spicy instant ramen that somehow was always on sale at the campus convenience store. you even considered the discounted prices stemmed from the store owners taking pity on you each time you stood before them counting loose change.

yet freshman year of college had also given you a best friend in the form of matsukawa issei. and hanamaki takahiro, since they were a package deal of course. but mattsun had been presented to you on a silver platter.

butt ass naked, just like the day he was brought into this world.

arriving on campus a week before the start of the first semester, the last thing you expected to see was a hunched over figure, bare ass mooning right in front of you, banging on the fragile door of your dorm. shaking out of your stupor, you had all but cussed him out in the corridor, earning more unnecessary attention from other nosy students, before you dragged him by his arm into your room. in the flurry of your attempted rescue, he’d dropped the hand that was holding whatever sliver of dignity he had left. you had even failed to realise how this strange boy was almost a foot taller than you, and rather being eye-to-eye, it was rather eye-to-waist - and you had made the mistake of glancing lower.

“yeah lil’ big mattsun is a looker, right?” you prayed everyday to forget his first words to you. the prayers had yet to be answered, though your initial reaction had made it somewhat alright to think back on.

you had screamed bloody murder, sending mattsun into a frenzied panic, his own screams harmonising yours. then you had cried, furiously rubbing at your eyes, and sobbing about how your eyes would never be the same again. when he had reached out to comfort you, that’s when you turned on him, jumping upwards to swat at his bony shoulders. after he tumbled over your rug, the two of you halted, eyeing each other before laughing like maniacs.

he left your dorm that day, running off in your pink fluffy robe with plans to meet up later for dinner. when he introduced you to the pink-haired makki - the reason behind mattsun’s nudity at your door, though the specifics were lost - the three of you hit it off like a bunch of crazies.

most days were spent between your dorm and their shared apartment; stress eating over forgotten assignments, binging shitty reality tv shows - the bachelor was just hitting different this season - and pre-gaming a bit too hard before nights out.

it had confused you at first on how, as much as you were over at their apartment, you had yet to meet their other roommate. makki had told you he was a close friend from back home in miyagi, the serious type who spent most of his time training, studying or working; and it was mattsun who had said he was a total mom, “he’s our mommy,” were his exact words, adding to the list of things you wish you could forget.

it was probably around two months into the semester, when you’d finally met their elusive third roommate.

that night mattsun, makki and you were in a rare state of focus, working diligently on your own respective papers, when they’d nominated you to heat up some frozen pizza to snack on. which is how you found yourself, grumbling, bent at the waist to place the pizza in the oven; ignorant to the jingling of keys, and heavyset footsteps entering the kitchen.

“well this is something new to come home to.”

you jolted at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, whacking the side of your skull on the edge of the counter in a haste to stand up to your full height. you cursed loudly, hand pressed against the throbbing pain in your head as you turned to glare at the culprit. though that was cut short, alongside your breathing, by the sexiest man alive you had ever laid your eyes on, entering your personal space.

he towered over you, not in the same way as mattsun or makki, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in brawn. your eyes greedily traced his body; the steel gray gym shirt clung to him like a second skin, eight slight dips outlining his abs and his wide chest. broad shoulders blocked your view from everything irrelevant behind him, and you watched, almost in slow motion, as his biceps flexed under the tight confines of his shirt sleeves, to reach out and place his much larger hand over yours. you felt every fibre in your being going into overdrive under his unexpected touch, and all he was doing was checking over the swelled up island on your forehead.

“are you alright, y/n?” your ovaries were quaking at the deep rasp of his voice- and wait, he knows your name? “you are y/n, right?” he asked, reading the confusion on your face. you nodded absentmindedly, raising your gaze to meet his own.

you groaned inwardly - who gave this man the right to a sexy body and to look this fucking good? taking in the handsome features of his face; wild crop of dark chocolate hair, smooth tanned skin, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, and the attractive straight of his nose. his lips were pouty, eyes slanted under shaped brows, olive hues peeking past his long dark lashes to stare at you.

he moved his hand away from the top of yours, the added warmth missed already; and took your lack of reply as a sign to introduce himself and apologise.

“i’m mattsun and makki’s roommate, iwaizumi hajime. sorry for scaring you.”

you were ready to drag mattsun and makki to hell and back for hiding this fine man- no, greek fucking god, from you all this time. in an attempt to compose yourself and avoid anymore embarrassment, you smiled, dopily, releasing an airy laugh while waving off the apology.

“i’m l/n y/n.”

amusement shifted over his features, a smirk painting over his lips as his eyes creased on the sides. you had to hold on tightly to the reigns forbidding you from openly swooning.

“i know.” he chucked lowly.

you had never wanted the ground to swallow you whole as much as then. the heat you could feel radiating off your cheeks was a clear sign of how embarrassed you were, making a complete fool of yourself in front of the man you were borderline prepared to request to be your future baby daddy. so when mattsun strolled in, casually greeting iwa and poking at the bump on your forehead, you hadn’t been more grateful for your best friend.

too bad it wasn’t enough to avoid the wrath you unleashed on him and makki later on; a series of kicks to their sides, and their own personal hell of listening to how badly you wanted to be split open on his dick.

thinking you had scared away the gorgeous iwaizumi, you were ready to be avoided at all costs. yet surprisingly, after that night, he was suddenly everywhere.

he joined in on your hangouts with the boys. group study sessions where you usually did more foolery than studying? iwa was there to knock all of you into gear. late night fast food runs to satisfy your cravings? iwa was driving, kicking mattsun and makki to the back of his jeep when they’d try to steal your designated seat next to him. and the parties he used to avoid? there he was stuck in the chaos of it all, holding your drink and glaring at anyone who dared to approach the two of you.

of course, iwa’s sudden involvement in your life hadn’t gone unnoticed by mattsun and makki - the two of you becoming their favourite victims to tease. and when his threats and your fists were no longer able to get them off your backs, iwa had taken to spending time with you, without them.

you liked to call them not-dates, even though it was just to parry the feelings rapidly developing for him.

going to the coffee shop you two often frequented so he could buy your favourite drink while you ranted about your shitty group presentation, was a not-date. taking him to the drive-in godzilla screenings every friday for five weeks, because you knew they were his favourite movies, was a not-date. him making you dinner every other night because your mom found out about your insane intake of instant ramen and blasted you during a video call while he was over, was a not-date.

as expected after months of this going on, your two best friends constantly called you out for your not-dates being actual dates. even one of your classmates took to informing you each time your ‘body builder boyfriend’ was waiting outside for you. but ignorance was bliss, and you were sure iwa didn’t feel that way towards you. at least that was until the day you had met oikawa tooru.

you noticed that iwa had been more than a bit apprehensive, as each day passed bringing his best friend’s return to japan closer and closer, though he wouldn’t explain why. yet it seemed it was over nothing, since you and oikawa got along great, even if he did comment every other second on you and iwa’s closeness. meeting the pretty setter had been like placing the missing puzzle piece in the dynamic with your favourite boys.

after a loud lunch with the four boys, oikawa had pulled you in for a tight hug as iwa was about to drop you off to your afternoon class for that day.

“iwa-chan talks about you all the time, y/n-chan, but he’s a dum-dum so forgive him for being slow, alright!” he had whispered in your ear, before pulling away with a mischievous glint in his mocha coloured eyes. “iwa-chan you sly dog! keeping y/n all to yourself, hmm? maybe i should just take her back with me to argentina- wait, iwa-chan, i’m sorry! don’t chase me! gah!”

after that, you started to accept the fact that maybe what was once simply physical attraction, had turned into a deep affection for iwaizumi. the only issue was that, like oikawa said, iwa was a dum-dum, and he didn’t mention anything from what oikawa said that day or his extreme reaction to oikawa’s teasing. hell, you didn’t even know if he even realised that the way he treated you, which was very much a stark contrast to how he treated others, was him subconsciously wooing you.

so the not-dates continued, and you inevitably fell deeper and deeper for sweet, oblivious iwa.

the semesters flew by, it was finally the end of freshman year; exams completed, life instantly renewed, and you were ready to attend the shit show of an end-of-year finisher tonight. the plans were for you to drive over to the boys’ apartment, pre-game like never before, and then head off to the party. so you were surprised when your phone pinged with a string of messages from the group chat.

stepping out of the elevator, the click clack of your laced-up stilettos echoed in the tiled corridor, as you made your way towards the boys’ apartment. the better part of you was suspicious of mattsun and makki’s sudden change of plans; though it was shot to the back of your mind as you raised a manicured hand to tap against their door.

shifting around a bit, you didn’t have to wait long before the door was yanked open.

“y/n.” iwa greeted you with a lopsided grin.

you couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped your glossy lips at the sight of him.

an arm was held above his head, bicep flexing as his hand rested on top of the door frame, the other scratching the back of his thick neck. the rich scent of his cinnamon cologne, mixed with the musk of his aftershave wafted around you; as your eyes followed the droplet from his damp hair, sliding down the side of his jaw on to his bare shoulders. now, shirt-wearing iwa was incredible, with his collection of monotone coloured shirts that always seemed a size too small; but shirtless iwa? had you frothing at the mouth.

you dared your eyes to move lower, skirting over the delicious sight of his bare chest, and willing yourself to commit every stretch of him to memory. the taut muscles of his stomach tightened as you drank them in, the deep v indents cut around his hips, and your eyes followed over the fuzzy trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath the waistband of his jeans that sat dangerously low.

and while your mouth ran dry, you couldn’t say the same thing about the situation between your legs; pressing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“iwa, uh...the boys...said to come over, change of plans.” was all you were able to choke out. physically you were standing before him, but mentally you were writhing under him.

“i know, they left a while ago.” he replied, the corner of his pretty mouth tugged upwards. “i’m almost ready to go, come inside.”

he already took up the entire space of the door frame, and when he only moved a bit to the side, you were forced to slip through the tiniest of gaps; shivering as your shoulder grazed against his own. standing in the middle of the hallway, you heard the soft click of the door closing, before iwa turned to face you.

you could feel the intoxicating heat radiating off his body spread across your own. the two of your were so close in each other’s space, chest to chest, and even in heels, you still only reached just under his jaw. when you glanced up to look at him, you swore you had caught his olive eyes lingering on the exposed skin of your breasts, before they moved to meet yours.

something different swirled in the depths of iwa’s eyes, something you had never witnessed before. something kin to a wolf staring at its lamb; a hunger so strong, so...fuck...

“you look beautiful, y/n.”

the compliment strikes you in surprise, feeling the flush rise up in your face, and the fluttering in your stomach. you could feel the pounding of your heart beat, drumming in your ears; watching his adam’s apple bob slowly, as he moved his hand to brush away the hair covering your neck. naturally you leaned into his touch.

“iwa…?” you whispered out to him in slight confusion.

“this dress on you...driving me crazy,” he starts, before cutting himself off with a groan. “sorry, y/n, i-i think i overstepped.” he tries to move his hand away from your neck, but you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

oikawa’s voice ran through your mind in a fleeting memory- ‘...forgive him for being slow, alright!’

“are you drunk, iwa?”

“what? no...i haven’t...i’m sober.”

“that’s good then.”

“y/n? good for what?”

“it’s good because then you can show me.” your fingers reach out to flitter over the ridges of his stomach. “won’t you show me how my dress drives you crazy, iwa?”

the surge of courage coursing through your veins, to be able to call him out like you had wanted to for months and seasons, was all it took for iwa to lose the composure he always kept up around you.

without hesitation, the big hand on your neck tugs you right into him; tits pushed together against his chest, as he dips his head to press his lips against yours.

the kiss is far from simple; there’s no room for it, months of pining won’t allow sweet and slow. your hand slides over his broad shoulder, to pull at the dark tufts at the nape of his neck; mouth slanting over his, tongues brushing against each other sensually. you explore his mouth, tasting him, while his hands squeeze over the curves of your body, eliciting a moan once he grabs at the fullness of your ass. you push up against him further, the hard tent in his pants straining against your belly.

“more, iwa, please...need more.” you pant against his lips.

“i got you baby, don’t worry.” he kisses you again, slower, with just as much passion. bending at the knees, and hiking the end of your dress up under your ass, he grabs at the silky underside of your thighs to lift you up into him - ankles locked at the bottom of his spine. he’s carrying you like nothing, and the amusing thought of his arms not only being for show flies through your head before you’re gasping.

the feeling of being pulled flush against him, the damp heat of your clothed pussy grinding against his bare stomach, has you keening for more. he groans loudly at the feeling of your slick coating his skin, and you jostle about as he begins walking through the hallway and towards his bedroom. as your sucking gently on his tongue, he carries you into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

once his knees hit the edge of his mattress, he gently lowers you to lay down before him on your back. he hovers over you, the lewd swirling of your tongues has your head spinning before he moves from your mouth to latch onto your neck.

“ah, iwa- fuck,” you moan as his teeth grazed your sweet spot. he rolls his hips into you, spreading your legs to accommodate him more, while tugging at the ribbons of your heels. “what about...the party?”

sitting up from you, he grips your legs, sliding you right into him. through heavy lidded eyes, you watch as he takes in your disheveled appearance, a smirk taking over his features.

“fuck the party.” his large palms work the straps of your dress down, exposing your perfect tits; he groans at the sight, leaning down to take a pebbled nipple into his hot mouth. “this night is for me and you, baby.”

you weren’t necessarily a morning person, so living in the dorms, had been a relatively easy decision to make. you had a room to yourself, away from trees allowing a nice view of the campus grounds, and subsequently circumventing the annoying chirping of nested birds. you even added blackout curtains to block out the morning sun.

so when you were woken up by the itching burn of the sunrise on your stomach and your ears ringing with incessant twittering, you groaned loudly.

burying your face deeper into the fluffy pillow under your head, you were squirming under the heavy weight resting over half your body; irritation growing with your inability to get comfortable. peeking an eye open, blinking away the sleep clouding your vision, you took in the sight of a sleeping iwaizumi snuggled between the valley of your breasts. as you became more aware of your body and its surroundings, you felt the panic settling in.

as if he could sense your consciousness, the arm wrapped around your waist gave you a squeeze as he mumbled incoherently. “mmm, baby...y/n...feels good…” his hand slid down the side of your thigh, goosebumps following his fingertips, before it rested on your inner thigh; and he was drifting back to sleep.

you had to shove your fist against your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

part of you was in denial that last night had actually happened. you, l/n y/n, had spent the night with the iwaizumi hajime - man of your literal dreams, who you had fallen so deeply for. and you had spent it having sex.

raw. nasty. passionate. earth-shattering. sex.

“fuck.” you whispered to yourself. “how could i be so stupid?” you were cursing yourself internally, certain you had fucked up everything you had built in your friendship with iwa - there was honestly no coming back from what transpired between you two.

and with your fight-or-flight response triggered, there was only one thing for you to do right now - get the fuck out of there.

maneuvering your body from underneath iwa’s big arm, without waking him up was a feat in itself. doing so with the way your muscles ached with each motion was on another level. sliding one foot after the other out from under his charcoal bed sheets, you pushed yourself up to sit.

looking behind you at iwa’s sleeping figure, you felt yourself swooning. half lying on his side, with his cotton sheets draped over his waist, you couldn’t help but admire him. his mouth was slightly open, his big arms cuddling the pillow you were laying on, and the smooth skin of his tanned back were tainted with red, angry marks. gulping audibly, your eyes dragged down to the prominent outline of his half-hard cock.

pushing himself up by his forearms, the desperation swimming in his eyes was begging for your touch. you grazed your teeth across his chest, biting at his hardened nipples teasingly, before moving further down from his lap while your tongue drew circles around the dips of his taut abdomen.

“y/n, don’t tease me.”

you smirked at his order, sucking on his skin and pressing wet kisses on his hip bones, before leaning back. he watched you eagerly as your dainty fingers tugged at his belt buckle clumsily, lifting himself up he could slip out of his jeans.

“can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” you cooed, eyes starstruck at the tent in his boxer briefs, wet patch dampening at its peak. hooking your finger under the waistband, you hastily yanked the briefs down to free him, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “fuck you’re so big, haji.”

he was easily the biggest you’ve seen, ever had the chance of pleasuring - so thick, so long, and so fucking beautiful.

you didn’t bother to dwell on the taste of his name on your lips, when you were too busy tasting the essence leaking from his angry, swollen tip. you could barely wrap your hands around the base of his cock, as you pressed a sweet kiss on the head, pre cum coating your lips, before taking it in your hot mouth, suckling gently.

the groan he releases is animalistic, and his hips buck upwards to shove his cock deeper in your mouth. pressing your hand at his navel to keep him steady, you continue sucking harshly, almost painfully, before lowering your head down. his cock slides down your throat, inch by inch, as tears prick at your eyes and you can feel your drool drop on the thumb massaging his balls. he blocked your airways, but fuck breathing when the look on his face when you take all of him in your mouth like a good girl is so, so perfect.

steadily bobbing your head, you feel every inch of him down your throat; tongue swirling around his length, and he twitches every time you trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock. you suck faster and harder as iwa reaches a hand out to feel around your throat.

“fuck, baby, i can feel me in your throat. so fucking good, just like that.” he hisses out, choking up when you begin to hum. “mmm fuck- ah, shit! gonna cum baby! fuck!”

yanking away your hand you hadn’t realised was brushing around your neck as the vision of him disappeared from your thoughts, you stood up, a bit unsteady on your feet at first. you could still taste him, as you ran your tongue over the hood of your mouth.

knowing you were getting distracted, you shook your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face. you needed your clothes, so glancing around, taking note of the strips of clothing scrambled in his room - your eyes caught the baby pink of your lace panties hanging from his bedside lamp.

one second you were swallowing his cock down your throat, and the next he had torn the rest of your dress off and had you laid out in front of him.

iwa made fast work in manhandling you the way he wanted. stretching his legs straight beside you, he pulled you right into him; you gasped as he lifted you up by your waist, practically folding you with the underside of your thighs tucked under the bulk of his arms, knees by your shoulders, and your lower back pressed right against his heaving chest. he was hunched over you, wrapping you fully in his embrace, while you were spread out right in his face.

“you soaked right through your pretty panties, baby.” leaning down, he presses his nose right into your clothed heat, making you squirm, as he breathes you in. “fuck, you smell so sweet, i wanna eat you up real good.”

“i-iwa.” you whined, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you pressed the side of your face into the mattress.

“no, no baby. when we’re like this…” he starts, reaching a hand to tear the thin, and expensive, material right off of you. before you have a chance to complain, his hot breath blows on your drooling pussy, tight hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. “...you’ll say my name.”

“h-hajime, please, haji.” you beg, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. he could see everything, do anything to you as he pleased, and you would just let him. so when he presses his heavy tongue flat against your slit, licking all the way up to your throbbing clit; you can’t help but dig your finger nails into his toned calves beside you. “ah- yes! mmm...haji, oh-!”

sucking on your clit, he digs his fingers into your thighs, deeper and deeper in response to your whiny moans for more. he hums against you, mumbling about how sweet you taste, how much he can’t get enough of your flavour, and you can feel him getting hard again - grinding against your back. he slides his tongue between your folds, slurping you up so good, that it’s no surprise you’re teetered over the edge.

“haji! oh, oh fuck! ah yes!” the waves of you cumming hits hard as your pussy gushes all over the lower half of his face. “daddy! s-so good, f-fuck!”

still up in the clouds from your high, calling him daddy flies over your head, but isn’t missed by iwa. you watch, dazed, as he moves away from your pussy, a lewd string of silver connects his mouth to you, his chin glistening with your juices. reaching around your trembling thighs, his thumbs spread your lips so he can get an ever better view of your sopping cunt.

“i knew you’d be my good baby and say my name.” he grins, before leaning back down to you and delving his tongue right in your pussy, tongue-fucking you slowly and massaging your slick walls, his nose nudging your sensitive clit. “now come again in daddy’s mouth.”

heat pooled between your legs as you stretched, ignoring the iwa-sized hand prints painted purple across your thighs, while you thought about him and the magic his mouth performed. waddling to his side table - you examined the remnants of your panties; the pretty pink lace was all but shredded, and you hopelessly threw the material in the trash.

“fucking hell, iwa.” the glare you aimed his way, softened drastically as you took in his sleeping figure. sighing, you turn and spot what may be your dress halfway under his bed.

shuffling over, you crouch, the burn in your thighs making itself even more known and forcing your eyes to shut in a grimace.

the way iwa’s cock filled your little cunt felt while you rode him was incredible. nothing could ever compare to the way he was ruining you from the inside out, and you were sure nothing would ever come close. his big hands palmed your ass while you were bouncing up and down on his length, your belly jutting out every time he was sheathed inside you, your thighs tremored each time they slapped against his.

“fuck, daddy! feels...mmm…wanna cum, please!” your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, as fucked yourself on his cock, digging crescent moon shapes into his shoulder blades. one of his hands remained firmly on your ass, while fingers of the other reached around to pinch your clit.

with a scream you came undone, creaming all over his still-hard cock, and collapsing forward onto his sweaty chest. you whimpered, while he continued to fuck up into your used pussy. despite the tears threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks; you mewled for more.

“shh, baby,” iwa hummed into your neck, you could feel his grin against your skin, peppering kisses as you leaned into him. “daddy’s gonna make you feel even better.”

his thick arms wrapped almost painfully in a death grip around your exhausted body, as he locked his legs and angled himself into your pussy; fucking deep inside you, and hitting your cervix with each stroke. you came again, harder, legs quivering as your insides spasmed; this time joined by his orgasm, as the mixture of his cum was stuffed inside you.

your eyes shot open, breathing slightly laboured. it hadn’t even been a day, only mere hours, and the way iwa had taken over your mind was slowly driving you insane. dropping to your knees, you reached out to grab at your dress, having to slide the top half of your body under the bed.

that sound of iwa’s big hand slapping your ass while he pounded into you from behind, rung in your ears, but the sting and the pleasure was all your fucked out brain could comprehend. he was absolutely relentless with his too-big cock, tearing into you.

on all fours, you arched your back more to accommodate him. each thrust had him bottoming out in your already leaking pussy.

“fuck baby, just like that, mmm- push back into me.”

everything just felt too fucking good. the harsh pace of his strokes had you blabbering, moaning about how good he felt into the mattress.

“don’t stop! oh fuck, please don’t stop haji!”

but you felt his pace begin to slow just as you were about to climax, and when you tried to move back on him his grip on your waist tightened. with ease, he flipped you on your back, almost skewering you on his cock still inside you. hooking the backs of your knees over his elbows as he leaned over you, his full weight folding your body underneath him, as he wove his fingers with yours into the mattress above your head.

“look at my fat cock sliding into that sweet cunt, baby.” iwa grunts. his arms strained, holding his weight up from crushing you, as he teased your sloppy hole. “fuck, you take me so good, baby.”

you whimpered, looking at the connection between the two of you. with a roll of his hips, you watched as his cock slid into your silky walls, the lewd sound of you squelching with every stroke had you arching up, wanting him deeper in your tummy as you gushed around him.

unlike before when his thrusts were rough, filled with raw feral passion; it was now slow, sensual and so fucking sexy. and when you met his gaze, as he continued to grind into you, gripping your fingers tightly between his; it felt as though he was trying to tell you something.

that intense emotion swirling deep in his olive gaze was searing, burning through you from the inside out. everything unsaid between the two of you. but soon enough your orgasm hit you harder than ever, pleasure electric under your heated skin.

“haji, haji, haji- oh, fuck yes!” you chanted his name like a prayer.

“y/n, baby, fuck i love you-“ he moans out, strokes becoming sloppy. “wanted this...for so long- shit, i’m cumming baby!”

snatching your dress from under the bed, you sat on your knees at the foot of his bed, thinking over everything you just wanted to ignore for the time being. you almost wish you could forget he had told you he loved you. how could you possible believe those three words while he was at the pinnacle of his pleasure?

suddenly the shrill ringtone of iwa’s phone blasted next to him. scrambling to your feet, you snatched the phone; fingers mashing the screen to cut off the sound before he woke up.

“what?” you hissed, holding the phone to your ear as you glanced at iwa. you thanked whichever gods were watching over you that he was still fast asleep.

“oho? y/n-chan? is that you~?” nevermind, the gods were out for you.

“tooru?”

“the one and only!” you winced at the smug teasing in his tone. “i was hoping to speak to iwa-chan, but i heard he was a naughty boy last night!”

“uh...what?”

“as in i literally heard him, and you, last night when i came back to the apartment!” oikawa recalls in a sing-song voice, rambling on about how he was here to surprise the two of you. “i always knew our dear iwa-chan had a daddy kink!”

placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you attempted to fit your dress over you, while oikawa continued on his spiel of how it took way too fucking long for the two of you to do something about the sexual tension. you had no chance to even peep a word in.

“damn baby, now this view i could definitely get used to.”

you almost shrieked, bumping into iwa’s naked body, and tripping over the dress  dropped around your ankles. you had no idea he’d woken up, sneaking right up behind you in all his naked fucking glory; forcing you to try your hardest not to eye his cock standing at full attention.

“is that iwa-chan?!” oikawa all but screams into the phone. iwa raises a questioning brow, hearing his best friend on the other line. “tell him to be good and wrap it up! no glove, no love!”

you had no business feeling embarrassed at the brat king’s words, while iwa snatched his phone away from you.

“too late for that, shittykawa.” oikawa’s screeches are the last thing you hear before iwa ends the call.

you almost dare to chuckle at the thought of oikawa’s reaction; but falter under iwa’s stare. it’s the same look he gives mattsun or makki when they’re in trouble, but it’s mixed in with the same scorching look from last night, and you shift on your feet nervously, wrapping your arms across your chest.

“going somewhere?” iwa gruffs out, the raspiness of his morning voice had you tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“um, home…?” the uncertainty was clear in your voice, especially as he scowled when you mentioned leaving. “iwa, i-”

“oh so it’s iwa now?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer into your space. “i liked it when you called me haji, though daddy follows closely after that.”

you gasp when a thick arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up against him. his other hand caresses your cheek so sweetly, before he grabs your jaw to tilt your face up to his, taking your lips with his own. the kiss is gentle, soft lips moving against your own as his tongue brushes yours sweetly. you’ve fully melted in his hold, eyes still closed when he breaks the kiss.

“i meant what i said last night, y/n.” he whispers against your mouth. “i love you.” your eyes shoot open, and you can feel your heart trying to beat itself out of your chest.

“i-i love you too.” you murmur back, and the smile he gives you has you ready to combust right before him. after all this time, a party had been the reason you finally admitted your feelings for him.

“now come back to bed.” you squeal as he lifts you up and over his shoulder, the grip he takes on your inner thigh is ticklish making you squirm about. “i’m gonna cuddle you back to sleep, and then when we wake up i’m gonna take you out on a date, okay baby?”

you giggle as he tosses you back on his fluffy mattress, dropping himself right on top of you and nuzzling his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder. running your hands softly over the muscled panes of his back, one reaches out to thread your fingers in the tufts of dark hair at his nape.

“okay, haji.”

freshman year had given you a lot of things, but iwaizumi hajime was the best thing yet. you couldn’t wait to see what sophomore year had in store for you.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[flosbelova]

they don’t know about us

i’m back with another story lmao. also, after writing this, i realized how ironic it was. whoops.

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florence pugh x reader

summary: you and florence have been dating in secret. however, when she’s involved in a dating PR stunt to promote her new movie, you start to get worried and wonder if your relationship will ever meet the public eye.

fluffy with a hint of angst.

warnings: language, smutt-ish (18+)

word count: 3.2k+

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you and florence have been dating for almost a year now. surprisingly, no one has found out. sure, the paparazzi have followed you guys around, but you were always careful not to look like a couple. but because everyone loves rumored romance, fans had begun speculating about your relationship. however, both you and florence have denied these “rumors” and state that you’re just “very good friends.”

but the thing is, it kills you every time you have to deny our relationship with florence.

you and florence met at an after party from an award show and instantly hit it off. within a couple weeks, she had asked you to be her girlfriend and you being a paranoid person, you told her that you’d think about it. she looked hurt at first and you felt stupid for turning her down the first time, but you came to your senses and finally said yes.

ever since then, you have both lived quietly in peace. you noticed that florence seemed to be content with the way things were: “secret.” and since it didn’t bother her that much, you figured that it shouldn’t bother you either.

when florence started filming “don’t worry, darling,” you would visit the set often and stay in her trailer. no one ever really batted an eye because you were usually in the corner and no one ever noticed you. when she wasn’t in a scene, she’d quickly run to her trailer and attack you with kisses. God, your make-outs felt like they could last an eternity. but they were usually cut short as a crew member would knock and tell florence that her scene was coming up.

fast forward to now, it’s time to promote the movie. however, because hollywood is hollywood, articles immediately came out stating that florence and her co-star, harry styles, were hollywood’s new “it-couple.” this killed you inside, obviously. but you chose not to say a word to florence because you wanted her movie to be big and for her to get more recognition.

press after press, magazines after magazines, interview after interview, photo shoots after photo shoots, articles after articles, you fucking name it. “harry styles and florence pugh: hollywood’s favorite couple.” God it killed you to see it. it was EVERYWHERE.

your family and friends that knew about you and florence kept messaging you asking if you two had broken up. you had to explain over and over that it was just for press and nothing else.

but then, you thought about it. was it really just for press? what if she started developing feelings for him? what if she actually leaves me for him? am i not good enough? why do we have to be secret? would it kill her reputation if we said anything?

these questions were racing through your mind like crazy. finally, after much thinking and trying your best to meditate on it, you decide to ask florence the question.

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it’s sunday morning, it’s a rainy day in LA, what an odd sight. you get your coffee and take a sip, enjoying the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. you loved the rain.

you hear footsteps coming from behind you and feel soft arms embrace you. florence rests her head on your shoulder.

“good morning baby,” she says in her adorable morning voice.

you turn your head to face her and give her a quick peck on her nose. she scrunches her nose and oh god, your heart might as well have jumped out your chest. she was so cute every single time she’d scrunch her nose.

y/n focus. you have important questions to ask florence. fucking focus.

you let go from her embrace in which you heard a whine from your girlfriend. you walk to the kitchen and put your coffee down on the counter and ask florence to sit down.

“babe, can you please sit down? we need to talk.”

you can tell that florence was caught off-guard with the expression on her face. she sits down across from you and looks at you with a worried smile.

“y/n, is anything wrong?”

you can hear your own heartbeat at this point. in fact, that’s all you hear. suddenly words aren’t coming in your brain. focus y/n. focus. you take a deep breathe and come clean.

“okay, i know we’re a secret and it’s fun being sneaky and all, but i gotta admit, it’s killing me. i also have to admit that this whole PR stunt relationship with harry is killing me. look harry’s a great guy and all but—“

“i know,” florence says cutting you off.

“oh,” you say feeling somewhat assured.

“y/n, you can’t hide anything from me. your face said it all,” florence says.

“your face said it all,” damn your expressive face.

“oh,” was all you could utter.

“i’ve started to notice when you started to get distant. in that moment i knew that it bothered you.” florence says afflicted.

you didn’t speak. you couldn’t think clearly. did i really get distant?

“y/n? are you gonna say something?” florence asked anxiously.

“um, what are we gonna do? i mean, what are you gonna do? are you gonna say something? it’s been two months since the movie came out and people are still talking about it—“ you ramble.

“y/n,” florence cuts you off again. “you know how this shit works. it’s the ‘hollywood culture.’ things like this aren’t gonna die down in just a couple of months, especially for something this big.”

“then what’s gonna happen with us?” you ask hopelessly.

“nothing will happen. we just have to wait until this dies down, sweetheart.” florence says, reaching for your hand, trying to sound reassuring.

you pull your hand back. it’s clearly shown in your face that you’re conflicted and angry. “florence, i don’t want to wait for this to die down. i’m tired of us being kept a secret. i’m exhausted of having to explain to my family and friends that we’re still a couple and that this stuff is just for press. i’m tired of having to worry if you’re developing feelings for him. i’m tired of having to worry if you’ll leave me for him. my heart aches every single time i see you both on the cover of a magazine when i go grocery shopping. i love you too much to let you go.”

florence furrows her brows and looks choleric. “why can’t you just understand that i love you? why can’t you understand that this stunt is JUST a stunt to me? maybe because you’ve been so busy being so distant and jumping to conclusions. y/n, i’m exhausted too. i really am,” she says, her voice breaking. “do you know how much it breaks me because you’ve been so distant? this past month, i’ll try to hug you, and you barely hug back. and when i try to make conversation with you, you barely respond. i miss you y/n.”

your eyes are filled with tears at this point and look up to see florence with tears falling down, clearly heartbroken and in agony. on instinct, you walk towards her and pull her into a tight hug. florence hugs you back and instantly breaks down in your arms. you stroke her hair and kiss her on her forehead.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper quietly.

you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you made her feel this way. it’s true, you had been distant. you had been so caught up with worrying about the “what if’s,” and didn’t think for a second about what florence might have been feeling. this movie rested on her back and she had to do whatever she could to make sure that this movie was gonna get the recognition it deserved. even with this whole stunt, florence never questioned your relationship for one second. you did.

God, i feel like a dumbass.

you grab florence’s face and wipe the tears from her eyes. it pained you to see her cry, even when she was acting. only this time, she wasn’t acting. this was real. this was a real life situation.

florence smiled weakly at you and quietly said in almost a whisper, “i’m gonna say something soon. it’s about time that people knew.” she sniffs.

your heart dropped to your stomach. you started to regret even letting her know. i should’ve just kept my mouth shut.

florence clears her throat and continues, “it’s good that you brought this up. for weeks, i’ve been thinking how to bring this about to the public— i even confided in harry and asked for his advice,” she laughs softly.

you look at her with worry in your eyes and florence easily reads you like a book.

“don’t worry, darling. i got this handled,” florence says smiling. “also, pun heavily intended.”

you roll your eyes and chuckle lightly and hug her tightly once more.

—

a week after your conversation, you check your phone and notice that it’s filled with a couple notifications. you wondered why since your phone usually had tumbleweeds passing by. you noticed that your calendar had a very important notification. you went to check and oh shit.

how could i forget?

it’s your one year anniversary with florence and you completely forgot.

what the fuck is wrong with me?!

florence barges in the room with a big smile on her face and a tray full of food. she sets the tray on your bedside nightstand and kisses you on the cheek.

“good morning, baby! happy one year anniversary! look i made you pancakes with chocolate chips— just the way you like it— and look! i cut the strawberries to make them into hearts!” she squeals.

you looked at her dumb founded and all you could do was grab her face and kiss her passionately. she moans quietly and moves to straddle your lap without breaking the kiss. you move your hands from her face and move it to her waist and pull her in closer.

florence grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in much closer, breaking any other space in between the both of you. you feel her tongue run across your bottom lip to test the waters and you slightly open your mouth and let her tongue slip in. you let out a soft moan as her tongue touches yours. she breaks the kiss to catch her breath for a moment and proceeds to leave trails of kisses down your jaw to the crook of your neck. you feel her nibble on your neck and you couldn’t help but moan.

the sound of your moans have to be on florence’s top list of favorite sounds because what she did next made you jump.

as she continued to leave wet trails of kisses across your neck, florence slides her hand under your shirt and squeezes your boobs and runs her thumb over your nipple.

you move your chest more towards her, but as soon as you do so, she removes her hand and moves it back to your face and presses her lips gently on yours. she pulls back and looks at you alluringly.

you give her a pout. “damn we were about to get to the good part, why’d you stop?”

she strokes your cheek with her thumb, smiles, and shrugs. she gives you a quick peck on your lips.

“eat your breakfast,” she says to you.

“you’re a damn tease,” you say annoyed.

she winks at you and gets up from your lap. she leaves the room and you grab your tray and follow her to the kitchen. you took the plates from the tray and set them on the island table.

“why’d you get up? i made that to be eaten in bed! do you not get the concept of breakfast in bed?” she asks sarcastically.

“my bad. do you want me to go back?” you respond.

“no, you already made the effort to bring the food here, so we might as well eat.” she says.

—

“okay, i have a confession to make. i kinda forgot that our anniversary was today,” you say embarrassed.

florence chuckled, “i know.”

“well to make up for it, can i treat you out to lunch?” you ask nervously biting your lip hoping for a satisfactory answer.

florence had always been vocal about eating out because she didn’t want your relationship to be exploited. and because LA was always buzzing with paparazzi, you and florence usually chose to get food delivered or, florence would cook both your meals.

but to your surprise, florence says, “yeah. let’s do it.”

—

you drove to this restaurant in west hollywood that most celebrities were known to go to. they always had good services and their appetizers were scrumptious.

when you walked inside, you noticed how many eyes were on you and florence. you wondered why and then you realized… florence was holding your hand.

you tried to let go but florence tightened her grip and whispered in your ear, “it’s okay,” and gave your cheek a quick peck. you knew damn well people noticed that.

when you finally got to your table, you noticed how many heads were turning. your heart started beating fast, chills went down your spine, and your hand started to sweat.

after you got your meals, you nudged florence’s arm.

“baby people are looking.”

she looks up at you as she brings her food to her mouth and says, “let them look.”

you went back to your food and tried to focus on eating, but of course, you couldn’t. so, you checked your phone and you guessed it, your phone was buzzing with notifications from your friends and social media mentions.

“baby, put your phone down and eat. we’ll get out of here quicker if you finish your food quicker.” florence says, taking your phone and setting it next to her.

you sigh and continue eating.

after you both finish, you look out the window and noticed all the cars and people passing by. the view from the outside was so nice. the sky finally cleared up and LA was back to being sunny.

you didn’t notice it then, but florence had snapped a picture of you admiring the view from the restaurant window.

“alright, y/n, wanna get out of here?” florence asks.

“yeah, let’s go home.” you respond.

you insisted on paying the bill since it was your treat, and made sure to tip your waiter extra money.

after paying the bill, florence stands up and grabs your hand. your eyes widened for a quick second because she was holding your hand in public, once again.

that same night, florence posted the off-guard picture that she took of you and posted it on her Instagram with the caption: “my favourite view. happy one year my love.”

you decided to check your Instagram and saw that your photo was the first thing you saw on your feed. you did a double take because you couldn’t believe that florence had actually posted you.

you checked the comments and it consisted of avid fans who were excited, shocked, and in disbelief.

“OH MY GOD I KNEW IT”

“HOLY SHIT WHAT??”

“wait, what about her and harry??”

“i thought her and harry were dating?? i’m so confused”

“florence!” you scream out from the living room.

“yes, darling?” she screams back from the kitchen.

she walks towards the living room and as soon as she gets near the couch, you stand up, and try to hug her eagerly, but instead you both fall to the ground. you quickly get up and help florence.

“i’m sorry, but what the hell?” you ask in shock.

florence furrows her brows and looks annoyed. “what do you mean, ‘what the hell?’ you tackled me—“

“you actually posted me?” you interrupt.

she changes her mood and says, “oh that? yeah i did. i decided it was time, and believe me, i was getting tired of the stunt too.”

you couldn’t help but smile. you kissed her so quickly that she almost fell. “i love you so fucking much.”

—

the next day, your phone was still buzzing with notifications but this time, it was double the notifications. you decided to check your phone and saw articles supporting your relationship, saw other articles that explained hollywood’s infamous PR stunts, and unfortunately, you noticed that some articles were trying to paint florence as some sort of “cheater.” this angered you to your core.

why the fuck would they accuse her of cheating? that’s a whole wad of bullshit.

you get up from your bed and walk to your kitchen. florence was already there preparing coffee. she turns around and yelps.

“Y/N!” florence yells.

you laugh. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.”

you walk towards her and give her a big embrace. once you pull back, you don’t let go just yet. you give florence a quick kiss and finally let go.

“my phone has been buzzing all morning” you say annoyed.

“yeah mine too,” florence says, looking defeated.

you notice her expression. you grab her hand. “baby what’s wrong?”

florence let’s go of your hand and waves off her annoyance, “i saw an article that called me a cheater and i’m not gonna lie it ruined my morning.” she turned around to the island table and took a sip of her coffee.

you felt your anger rise up, but you calmed yourself. you wrapped your arms around florence’s waist from behind, and hugged her until she felt better. as soon as you do this, she turns around and wraps her arms around you, returning the embrace.

“i’ll be okay. my publicist called me this morning and said that she cleared up any rumors or accusations.” florence says, sighing.

“okay, that’s good,” you say, stroking her hair. you gave her a kiss on her cheek. “is everything gonna be alright?” you ask.

“yeah. i’m sure they will.” florence says in a hopeful tone. “whatever happens, i’ll be okay; we’ll be okay.”

you kiss her gently and whisper, “i love you, flo.”

“i love you more, y/n,” florence returns, and presses her soft lips onto yours.

—

a couple of weeks passed and you and florence’s ‘incident’ was basically last year’s issue. magazines and articles had finally shut up and stopped accusing florence of being a cheater.

you had wondered why they would even call her that since the relationship between her and harry weren’t even real to begin with. almost everyone knew that it was a PR stunt anyway, and yet, they still called her that. fucking hollywood.

however, you had noticed that florence’s mood had improved more within the weeks since she was finally able to post you. any chance she got, she would post you. as much as it embarrassed you, you kind of enjoyed the attention. you enjoyed finally being able to go out in public, hand in hand with your girlfriend, kiss her, without a care in the world. you both promised to always tell each other anything, and both of you would do your utmost best to fix them. all was well in the world. you loved each other and didn’t give a fuck about what other people had to say. and that’s all that mattered. you both loved one another.

the end

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Partners

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALBYYYY (@alby-rei )!!! Most feral in the lanes, calmest in the chats. Make it a wonderful day for yourself, get yourself all of the yummy cakes and husbandos and many many kills.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire & Arcana

Prompt: Is it still fanfiction when it is set in my own world?

Warnings: steampunk.

Word count: 2K

“All ready?” It were the brilliant blue eyes peeking from the wilderness of blonde and white fur that caught Alby’s attention first, an apprehensive look on the features of the old teacher who looked rather regretful as he watched the suitcase next to her, a letter in hand that he was reluctant to part with.

Professor Heimerdinger wasn’t a man of fond tendencies, having a hard time expressing himself in the right way, or any way other than his enthusiasm for intellectualism and inspiring the younger generation to continue the pursuit of academia and research. It was a satisfying life for the yordle, to guide his apprentices with what he loved most; science. Yet, that love wasn’t enough, often, as Heimerdinger was, though old, also mortal and at some point limited in what he could teach and advise in. Such was the case now, when he had to depart from a beloved student.

“Almost!” Alby exclaimed, her voice pitching up before dashing over to the yordle, quick to fall on her knees before scooping the yordle into a hug, her nose burying away one last time in the vast curls and fluffy hair that had made Heimerdinger look so much bigger than he actually was. The truth was, she was ready, Alby had been prepared for departure ever since Heimerdinger had suggested that he could write a recommendation to help further her research. The research she had been working on so tirelessly and that had met its ceiling here within Zaun, where Heimerdinger, though wise and knowing, saw that his friend could help better.

“I will miss you,” the female murmured affectionately into Heimerdinger’s fur, and the yordle allowed it to happen, relaxing into the hug as he gently reached for her back to pat it.

“And I you, little miss.”

“Who?” A man with golden eyes asked her when Alby knocked on the door. Getting to Golden City was an easy time. The trek through the mountains surprisingly was the least arduous part. To figure out which one of the three layers Leonardo, old friend of professor Heimerdinger, and also Alby’s new mentor-to-be, was another matter. She had eliminated ‘The Underground’, the lowest layer, quickly enough, figuring that such a renowned scientist wouldn’t spend his time there. But the rumours and the stories of the locale were confusing and conflicting, and when there was none to pick her up at the Central Plaza, like her invitation had instructed, Alby was left hopelessly lost in the great city that wasn’t even actually gold.

“Professor Heimerdinger wrote to you about her, you agreed on taking her in?” Comte, a friend of Leonardo and the one who had eventually picked up Alby, pitched in, “don’t tell me you forgot,” the man continued with little judgement and mostly exasperation.

The great scientist Da Vinci, or so you had been led to believe from professor Heimerdinger, was nothing like you had expected him to be. Far younger, far messier and so much less impressive as well. In a way, the man was the opposite of Heimerdinger; tall, dark, golden eyed and disorganised to the boot.

“Tuesday, right?” the man named Leonardo sighed, a whole puff of smoke coming along with it that made Alby wonder if a smoking habit wasn’t a safety hazard by itself.

Comte ignored that, however, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before turning back to Alby with an apologetic look. “My deepest apologies here, for both him and on my own behalf. I have your room ready, my butler will show you.”

With those instructions left Alby was once more dumped on yet another stranger, while the door to Leonardo’s room shut close with a click followed by a disappointed; “it is tuesday,” answered with a groan that sounded like an ‘oh’, though any regret or apology seemed to be missing from that ‘oh’ as she could swear there could be a snicker heard through it.

“It is an honour to be able to work with master Leonardo,” Sebastian, the butler, told her not much later, an amicable smile on his face as he led Alby through the mansion settled in the upper layer of Golden City. The female could only smile at that, too anxious to really speak up yet, but also too confused to know how to respond yet as she was on the verge of disappointment and a mental breakdown at the disastrous first meeting.

It didn’t get better from there. Not at all.

“What do you mean, this is your lab?” Alby loudly challenged the man, her voice pitching up again, but not in joy and rather much in horror as she stepped into the smoke-infested room that Leonardo also doubled as his lab and tripled as his personal library and, so she was convinced, quadrupled as his personal trash bin.

“Why do you sound disappointed?” Leonardo gruffs, amusement lacing through his voice in the way that he understood very well why Alby was exasperated, but wanted her to spell it out, “I can’t work in organised places, don’t bother cleaning up,” he continues to tell Alby, a hand reaching out to pat her on the head before settling himself down somewhere between the mess and starting to work.

At this point Alby isn’t sure how to counter anymore, wondering if there doesn’t happen to be two Leonardo Da Vince’s in Golden City instead, with her ending up with the wrong man.

“Aren’t you going to work?” Leonardo’s voice snaps her out of it, golden eyes, wizened and ancient meeting hers again with a tender smile, “Cecil told me you had an interesting project ongoing,” he tells her, and for a moment Alby is struck with how different both Leonardo and Heimerdinger are, yet so alike in the inherent wisdom they carried within.

And so she starts to talk, laying out the foundations of her research, what her findings have been so far and the frustrating setbacks that even Heimerdinger couldn’t help her with and how it resulted in her ending up here, with Leonardo, in Golden City, far away from Zaun.

“Cara, your answer is easy,” Leonardo tells her afterwards, a bright smile as he rises up from his spot, towering over Alby once more with shining golden eyes that are brimming with untold ideas.

It is the start of a deep-dive down the city, with Alby barely keeping up with the man named Leonardo who seemed so full of lethargy back at his friend’s home where he lived, but so energetic once he travelled down. The Land, The Underground, the alleys, everything; fulfilling little favours, doing smaller side-jobs, helping out those in need, but ultimately bringing her to every part and side there is to see and experience in Golden City.

“Keep close, cara,” Leonardo calls over his shoulder, a teasing tilt on the corner of his lips while he continues waving himself through the crowd, a struggling Alby stumbling after him with flushed cheeks and fatigue clear on her face. The city dizzied her, the amount of alleys they had entered and exited and the three layers of Golden City mixing up within her memory as one big jumbled mess while Alby was trying to recall if they were heading back to The Sky yet, or if they were off to see yet another client of Leonardo.

Above all, Alby wasn’t quite sure how walking through Golden City helped her research at all, though she had long since stopped questioning Leonardo in any sort of manner, knowing that no answer was to come from it other than ‘wait and see’.

“Finally!” The female breathes to herself, allowing herself to fall into a seat when they stop at a lunchroom, a jug of water immediately put on the table as Leonardo passes an order with the waitress who nods mechanically.

“What do you think?” Leonardo is quick to ask before Alby has regained her breath properly, as she struggles to speak for a bit, her chest still heaving when she tries to gather together the observations of today.

“A lot,” she states first, before falling quiet, not satisfied with her own answer, “so, what I noticed,” Alby continues, restarting herself with a thoughtful look in her eyes as she she restates herself, the patience of Leonardo encouraging her to continue, “there seems to be a wide economic difference between The Sky and the Underground, right?”

It was the politest way she could put it in as Leonardo chuckles, his head nodding in approval, “yes,” he answers before a hand goes through his hair with a pensive expression, a regret forming.

“You noticed how hot The Underground is, right?” the man states slowly, and Alby eagerly nods, finding ‘hot’ to be still an understatement, “the citizens here also call it the Oven,” Leonardo continues as if confirming this thought that the female never stated, “it is where all of the heating and energy is generated to keep the city running, and The Sky afloat.”

It makes sense to Alby, she could see how that works, not having seen the full depth of The Underground yet, but felt the heat and the loud clattering noise that came bellowing from below, like there was a giant red monster beneath it all intent to burn everyone to crisp. She could also see how no one wanted to live there, or even near it, and why everyone that did live there stuck to the upper layer of The Underground.

“Economic differences is putting it lightly, cara,” Leonardo interrupts her thoughts and Alby is pulled out of her memories back as she intently listens, “another name for The Underground is The Sewers. People aren’t supposed to live there,” the man fills in lamentably, and an understanding settles within the female as she thinks back of the houses there and the people and the help Leonardo provided for free.

“Then what about the slums?” Alby questions, remembering those areas on The Land as well, and Leonardo chuckles bitterly;

“Just a step away from The Underground, get that?” he jests, but she can tell it wasn’t a joke entirely. Those people were truly only one ground away from a place that resembled actual hell in a way.

“Then why not help them?” The next question came as their lunch arrived, another throaty chuckle escaping Leonardo with a deep and fatigued sigh, though it was in no way aimed at Alby when he lit up his cigarillo.

“Trying to, will you help, cara?” His question rings, and slowly Alby starts to understand why Heimerdinger has sent her over to Leonardo’s side. It wasn’t just to learn.

“You think my plan can help them?” Alby carefully questions, avoiding the answer Leonardo’s question for now as the man chuckles, golden eyes affectionately meeting hers as smoke covers up the rest of his mien.

“I’m sure, cara,” he tells her, which is all of the confidence she needs.

“Leo!” a voice scolds through the air one early morning in The Sky. The air is fresh and crisp still, the mansion of Comte still quiet as it is interrupted by the quick step of a familiar figure, “Leo!” Alby repeats again, kicking open the door of his room with a foot before stepping in loaded off with all sorts of scrolls and other little trinkets she has managed to gather around.

The response she gets is dazed, a sleepy “cara,” escaping the man who wakes up in the middle of his mess when he sees a dangerous pile of more waltzing in and his door in shambles, “you will have to fix that,” he grumpily adds, but the affection for the other is obvious as Alby peeks from behind her full arms with an unimpressed expression.

“You can’t tell anyway from the rest of your room,” she deadpans him, earning a scoff from Leonardo who is already trying to make room on the floor for her, for his table has long since been conquered already and the rest of his room never seems to get any cleaner.

“Anyway!” Alby vigorously starts, finally relieving her arms as she skips across all of the items gathered along with her notes, rolling open one of the many scrolls she has found, “I was snooping around in the library and I have an idea.”

It was the start of yet another collaboration between the two lifelong partners.

[hansolmates]

jjk; off-league

summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.  pairing; photographer!jk x fem!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity  w.c; 6.2k a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet​ BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write! 

“C’mon, I need your opinion. Deadass. Don’t just say shit to make me feel better.” 

“Gimmie those nudes, baby girl,” Johnny makes an impeccable fuckboy impersonation, making you feel a little squirmy to your stomach. 

It’s an hour away from being the ass-crack’o-dawn and your impromptu pin-up photoshoot just needs the sexy-star-of-approval from your best friend. Johnny Suh is also up for reasons unmentioned, but you had a feeling his pretty boyfriend is fifty percent of the reason. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your frame against the black bodice of the sheer teddy. The only parts that are fully concealed are the parts that don’t matter. The sheer bodice reveals your pert nipples concealed by a thin black mesh, coupled with the deep V in the sweetheart neckline, accented by a little black bow in the dive of your highlighted cleavage. The silky a-line raceways to a set of black garters hugging your thighs, barely hanging onto a pair of lace thigh-highs. 

It doesn’t leave you butt naked, but enough to make you feel confident about yourself. These pictures are for you, and Johnny. And Johnny’s boyfriend if he’s being nosy. 

You tug off the silk bunny ears from your head, flinging it somewhere in your room. The wire started to dig in your brain, giving you a major headache. 

“Sending them now,” you hang up and start compiling the pictures in a folder on Google Drive. Once that’s done you copy the shareable link, sending it to Johnny’s number. It happens all so fast, and you feel kind of giddy. As you were posing for the camera, taking your time to find all the right angles, you felt good, you felt sexy in your little get up. Channeling your inner Ariana Grande was one of your childhood dreams, your fifteen year old self would be proud. 

Five minutes pass, fifteen, and by the twenty-five minute mark you’re pissed. What’s taking Johnny so long? 

Makeup scrubbed clean and face bare, you shuffle in your duvet, far too tired to be waiting up this long. Punching in his number once more, you cry, “Hey! Why haven’t you looked at them yet?” 

“What?” your friend’s voice sounds pebbly through the line. Was Johnny sleeping? “You never sent them!” he whines tiredly. 

“No, I definitely sent them!” you pull the phone away and keep Johnny on call, ready to prove him wrong. 

But to your surprise, the last message you sent to Johnny was this afternoon. 

The most recent message is to a person named John Kook. 

You scream. 

Johnny screams back at you with an equal amount of force, “What the fuck? Did someone break in? Are you being mobbed? See, this is why I wanted to put the baby monitor in your room—” 

“Worse!” you’re well prepared for any break in, but not for this. “I sent my pics to the wrong John!” 

“Well… is he at least cute?” 

“I mean, in the fourth grade he looked pretty cute with that front tooth missing,” you find your output of frustration, your bunny plush, pulling it by the ear and hitting it against the bed. “His name isn’t even John! It was just his English name for a silly project we did in middle school. This is so embarrassing, all I can picture is a twelve-year-old Jungkook mortified from sexual harassment. I basically sent him nudes!” 

“Tasteful nudes.” 

“I’m gonna die.” 

“He’s gonna die, of happiness.” 

Jeon Jungkook was a classmate from elementary through middle school. Time and time again was he the object of your affections, from the first grade at the roller rink to the speech he made at graduation. But really, who cares? You’re old and have a job, and it’s not like you’ve communicated with any of your former classmates. 

Your horror amplifies when the Delivered receipt is changed to Read 3:41AM. 

“Fuck! Fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget he saw it!” you cry, “does he still have my number? What if he deleted my contact, would that be even weirder?” 

“Girl, stop.” Johnny sighs, and you can already picture him running his thumb between his brows. “This doesn’t change anything, alright? You two don’t know each other anymore. Block his number and go to sleep.” 

Johnny leaves you alone after that, and you’re left alone to mull over the implications of sending Jeon Jungkook your nude photoshoot. 

You do block his number, knowing that waiting for a reply would drive you nuts. The one thing that you do which is possibly worse, is look him up on Instagram. 

Of course, he’s stupid hot. 

He doesn’t seem to like being on the receiving end of the camera however, in favor of his timeline being filled with romantic shots of the beach and city. In between the picturesque views and watercolor sunsets do you see glimpses of him and his current life. You can’t help but smile when you see him with his brother and parents during his college graduation, easily towering over all of them. He looks tall with fluffy cocoa hair, big pearly whites gleaming proudly at the camera. He grew up well. 

To torture yourself even more, you even look through his story. Twelve hours ago, he was at the gym lifting weights. Normally, you’d be disgusted by people trying to show off their grunt faces drenched in sweat, but of course Jungkook has to have on a silly smile and pump his fist up after he deadlifts. The sweat clinging to his shirt is also a high plus. His gorgeous display of abs has your hands fluttering over your own belly. Maybe you need to exercise more. 

Four hours ago, you see him and a pretty woman with their cheeks squished together, using the puppy filter. Of course he has a girlfriend. 

Reluctant, you open up your Google Drive and scroll through your photoshoot. Deflated, you frown at the pictures that once made you beam with pride, picking at every little detail that bothered you. You really can’t believe you sent these to Jeon Jungkook, no longer a fourth grader with one front tooth, but a man way out of your league. 

By the time you will yourself to sleep, the sun peeks from the horizon, telling you to move on. 

“Hey Gyu,” you tiptoe over to the table much too small for Mingyu’s frame. The string bean is slumped over his iPad pro, drawing intently at some chibi OCs. “Got a plot for that one?” you ask, pointing at the little pink and blue creature decorating the screen. 

Mingyu grunts in reply, obviously engrossed. It isn’t until you slide him a matcha frappe from Starbucks that he becomes intelligible, muttering a “thank you” as he blends with his pen. 

Sensing that it’s going to be awhile before you get through to him, you take your usual rounds around the front desk and lobby of the cosy photo studio. There’s pretty pictures of Mingyu’s work, along with the other employees Minghao and Hoseok. Each section of the wall features a different taste of each person’s interest. Mingyu is a divine lover of soft bed sheets and hot tea, many of his photographs and paintings featuring cafes or perfectly messy beds you’ve seen on hotel advertisements. Minghao is a tasteful artisan, splotches of color retaliating against neutral backgrounds. Finally, Hoseok manages to find balance in the people, large cityscapes telling both large and small stories.

“Alright,” Mingyu’s deep voice forces you to curl your head, where he’s sipping at his drink with haste. “What’cha here for?” 

You frown, “Don’t you remember? I told you last week I’d be stopping by to get my photos developed,” you gesture to the Pentax in your hands, an heirloom from your great-aunt. While you did take digital photos for sending them to Johnny, the ones you wanted developed were taken side-by-side with the film camera. You figured that film would give a little more authenticity to your photoshoot. 

“Shit, that’s today?” the camera falls like deadweight, slapping against your sweater as you watch Mingyu frantically look through his digital calendar. He looks at you, dejected. “How many prints?” 

“I don’t know, maybe like six. Or eight?” 

“That’s gonna take too long, I’m heading down to Hidden Grounds for a vision meeting at two.” 

“Alright, I’m free all day. What about after?”

“Nah, you came all this way. I can just let the new guy help you.” and Mingyu makes a show of cupping his hands in the direction of the open hallway, “Yah, Jeon Jungkook! Get your cute ass out here!” 

The Pentax around your neck suddenly feels like weight akin to a two-ton boulder, and you surge forward, not caring that the corner of the table is digging into your belly. “Mingyu,” you garble, and Mingyu is shell-shocked by the desperation in your eyes. “Isn’t Minghao around or something? Or I can come back another time? These photos are really personal and I don’t feel comfortable having a stranger see them.”

“What? We’re professionals, don’t belittle us.” 

“No, seriously,” you whine, you tug at the collar of his denim jacket, noses practically touching. “These pictures are different. My tits are out and my legs are spread—”

“—interrupting something?” 

You hear some shuffling, and you turn around to see Jeon Jungkook’s back, comically turned to face the entrance. 

And damn, he did have a cute ass. Nothing is going to hide the glory in those jeans, absolutely nothing. 

“Hilarious,” Mingyu drawls, and you push him away. “Forget it, Kook. She doesn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger develop her photos.” 

Sensing that it’s safe to turn around, you watch as his black bangs flutter as he faces you. You hope your body language doesn’t betray how you’re really feeling, because you are a mere mortal and you’re weak in the presence of god-like figures. 

“Oh, what a relief then,” he smiles at you, and his voice sounds like honey. If there was malice or surprise in his tone, his good-natured expression betrays it. “Because I’ve known this friend since elementary school. We go way back.” 

You ignore the burn in the back of your head, as you are positive Mingyu knows you’re hiding something. 

“Really, what a coincidence.” Mingyu replies carefully, and you feel utterly stuck between these men and their banter, locked up like cream in an Oreo cookie. 

Nothing argues against Jungkook as he easily weaves through the thick wave of awkwardness, hands reaching out to touch your camera. “Wow,” he marvels, holding the object in his hands, “my dad has one of these.” 

“A-ha,” you take a step back, only to bump into the corner of the table, again. Ouch. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m actually busy today so I can come when Mingyu’s free–”

“Oh, I thought you were free all day,” Mingyu drawls, looking up through his lashes as he sips languidly at his drink. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook says good-naturedly, as if Mingyu just didn’t out you. “We got a lot of catching up to do anyway, c’mon.” 

Jungkook moves to place a hand in the small of your back and that’s enough to get you to rev up. Refusing to let any contact get between the two of you, you zip ahead down the familiar hallway, turning your head to catch Mingyu grinning with all canines, shooing you with his fingers like a puppy. 

You send Mingyu a stream of “fuck yous” into his inbox for later, unwilling to settle with this curse. Busying yourself with your phone, you avoid eye contact with Jungkook until you reach the dark room. The red light turned off at the top of the doorhenge signals that the room is not in use. Jungkook makes a move to open the door and that’s when you pounce, blocking the doorway with your small body. It’s comical, really. 

Jungkook raises a brow at you, but says nothing. 

“I really can wait, Jungkook,” you steel yourself, forcing a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t like you developing my pictures—”

It’s then that his pretty cupid’s bow unfurls into a full-fledged grin. “Girlfriend... you’ve been keeping tabs on me?” 

“Fuck, well I had to!” your face is as red as the dark room’s alert light, now on because Jungkook flicked the switch and he’s between your arm to unlock the door. Your hand brushes his as you both reach the knob. “I’m really really sorry I sent those pictures. They were for Johnny—you remember Johnny Suh from English class? And I saved you in my contacts as “John Kook” so it was an honest mess up.” 

Jungkook hums, so light that the breathiness in his chords flutters your grip on the knob. He forces the door ajar, and you’re left to follow him in the dark room, cluttered with solutions and fancy equipment. 

“Thought so,” Jungkook shrugged, giving a one-over at the materials in the room, mulling over his next steps in developing your film. 

You’re still petrified at the doorway, holding your Pentax between both hands like a lifeline. Jungkook’s head lols to you, and you get a pretty view of the way his bangs brush over his forehead, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His expression is a little tired, but overall unreadable. He sighs your name, lethargic. 

“We’re already here, so might as well get this done,” he gestures to the camera in your vice grip. “Do you wanna pick the shots or do you want me to?” 

He’s already seen the digitals, what’s so different about getting a couple prints? With a slight pout you drag your feet over to him, relinquishing your camera. “I’m thinking you have a better eye for this than I do.” 

“You think right.” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Cocky, but what you’ve seen on Instagram definitely justifies his sentiment. Jungkook pays no mind to you, busying his hands with the various containers in front of him, measuring the solutions for the developer, stopper, and fixer. You were always entranced by the process of developing film, especially in highschool where their photography club holed themselves in the darkroom like a secret lair. 

“Alright,” he pops open the canister, carefully laying out sections of the film in groups of four. “Want me to pick a random one for a tester?” 

You frown, “At least put some thought into it.” 

“Always,” it looks like he already decided way before he popped the question, immediately taking a negative and placing it in the carrier. 

His fingers are nimble as he takes the time to clean off the dust and any debris that could potentially ruin the image. Then he turns off the lights and begins the process. You dive around him, trying to keep your distance but still too curious to leave his side. If he’s annoyed he fails to show it, in favor of humming whatever song comes from his Echo Dot. 

You always got the solos in choir. You wanted to reminisce, but you’re too nervous to say it out loud. 

Even though it’s his job and he’s being a professional, you romanticize the experience, watching as he carefully puts the print in each liquid process. Your image blooms to life, and you feel your stomach churn as the photo develops before your eyes. 

After a final dip in the solution stopper, he places the first product in a bath of water. Even though you are mere centimeters away, you can clearly see the image of you swimming around the container. 

“Alright!” Jungkook hangs the finished picture on a pastel pink clothespin, tacking it in place. “Whaddya think?” 

Your breath catches in your throat, feeling heavy as you look at the image of you reflected in the glossy paper. You’re perched on your bed, a hand splaying between your legs as the other hand toys with the silk bunny ears. You’re leaned slightly, giving an ample view of your cleavage. However, the image of you is definitely different from being blown up in comparison to the negatives, and you squirm uncomfortably at your full display. 

“I look,” you bite your tongue, internally debating whether you like it or not. Not to spare Jungkook the theatrics you shrug, “It’s good.”  

The lack of enthusiasm seems to dissatisfy Jungkook however, as he has to take a double take and look back and forth between the image and the real thing. “What’s wrong with it, do you think Johnny’ll not like it?” 

“What?” you furrow your brows, breaking into a nervous laugh. “Johnny has a boyfriend. I just wanted his opinion. This photoshoot is for me, y’know? Just something to make me feel good about myself.” 

Jungkook’s lips morph into a little ‘o’, and you see a little bit of the child you once knew in the way he’s mulling over the situation. 

“Then can I give you my honest opinion?” Jungkook clips off the half-dried photo, holding it between you two. “Stop thinking so hard about every little thing you don’t like about yourself. If I was your boyfriend and you gifted this to me, I’d be creaming my pants. You look fucking sexy, all grown up since you cried in the fourth grade.” 

You’ve just been flung a litany of words you have no brain capacity to digest. Along with that, the immense heat you didn’t know you’ve been suppressing surges to your belly, low and simmering. Jungkook stares at you in earnest, despite his sudden gush of honesty, you don’t know what to say. There’s a dash of pink staining his cheeks, betraying the confidence he previously displayed. He stiffens when you don’t reply immediately and moves to clean his materials, his sudden bout of bold honesty quickly shrinking. 

“Y-you know,” you look down at your feet, “the only reason why I cried in the fourth grade was because you told me Santa wasn’t real.” 

Jungkook softens, tilting his head. “Sorry about that.” 

“Thanks though,” you gently reach for the photo in Jungkook’s grasp, looking at it without contempt. “But won’t your girlfriend be upset if she knew you were saying things like this about someone else?” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if you looked through the rest of my Instagram story,” Jungkooks cards a hand through his already mussed hair, splitting the ends. “You would see that she’s not my girlfriend, but my tattoo artist.” 

For added measure, he wiggles his fingers in front of you, revealing pretty ink and silver bands across his knuckles.

“Oh,” your voice is feather light, and you’re sure you’re drooling as you stare far too long at the letters that mark his hands, curious as to what they symbolize. 

“So, as a singleton telling another singleton,” he continues, “I know it’s meaningless if you don’t believe it yourself, but I’m telling you, you’re attractive.” 

“Thanks,” you hold the picture tightly in your grasp, eyes flickering to the negatives in the room ready to be galvanized into a full-fledged picture. “Why don’t we wrap this up, huh? We can continue another time.” 

If he notices how much the paper wilts in your grasp, he doesn’t comment on it. “Are you sure? I know it takes a lot of time, but I don’t mind.” 

“I’m sure,” you force a smile, one hand on the lightswitch. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, okay?” 

Jungkook swallows, nodding mechanically. “Okay.” 

“It was really nice seeing you, Kook.” you blurt before you could chicken out, letting the room bask in darkness a little longer so he can’t see your flustered state. “I’m not even going to downplay it, you look great.” 

You half-expect a cocky remark, or a little chest pumping from the compliment. At the sound of his nickname however, 4th grade Jeon Jungkook resurfaces and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Like I said, so do you,” he replies easily, sending you a soft smile and opening the door for you. 

The door closes shut behind you and you exhale, patting your cheeks and willing for the chilly air to calm you down. 

When you get home that day, you shuck off all your clothes and crawl into bed. You cry out when the metal framing of your bunny ears stabs you in the back, and you fling it to some unmentionable part of the room. You reach for a bag of half-opened sour gummy worms, flipping open your MacBook to continue streaming the soft magical girl anime you’ve been hooked on these past few weeks. 

Not even Sailor Uranus can distract you; however, by the time it’s dark and you’ve run out of distractions, you finally pull the plug and unblock Jungkook from your list of contacts. 

Your phone buzzes, the incessant vibration relaying all the messages you’ve missed. 

[March 12th, 3:53AM]

You: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/0343…

John Kook: ??? 

John Kook: you probably sent this to me by accident… sorry i clicked on it

John Kook: is it weird if i said you’ve done a massive glow up since the middle school dance?

[March 12th, 12:02 PM]

John Kook: are u mad

John Kook: you’re mad

John Kook: am i makin this weird by continuing to text you

John Kook: im making it weird. 

[March 31st, 6:24 PM]

John Kook: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/049…

You tilt your head at the folder link, it was sent only a few hours ago. With a click, you’re enlightened to a set of digital photos. Your photos from your photoshoot, but not quite. They’ve been expertly edited, not too much to distort your looks, but only to enhance your features. A small, barely there smile creeps from your subconscious, ultimately touched by the gesture. 

John Kook: sorry if i pushed too hard today. 

Guilt overrides your nerves, prompting you to immediately press the call button on his contact. Not to your surprise, Jungkook’s light voice calls your name through the line after the second ring. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you blurt, forgoing the hellos. “It was the right amount of push, I feel better, really. If anything, I’m sorry. I blocked your number because I was scared to read your reaction.” 

You hear him sigh along the line, and you feel that breath ripple through your nerves, as if he’s right next to you. “It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing.” 

“The pictures you just sent, they’re really beautiful. You did a good job.” 

“Thanks, I had a bit of help. I didn’t have to do much.” 

“Oh, did Mingyu come back from his meeting?” 

"No, I uh," Jungkook chuckles, and while you don't really know why, the sound is nonetheless pleasant. “It was mostly the lighting and coloring I fixed up. Didn’t need to do much since you already looked so pretty as it is.” 

You choke on your saliva. 

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you cough, “just choked on a snack I was eating.” he hums in reply, and you pray he doesn’t hear your stomach fervently retort that you haven’t eaten since lunch. “So, I think I’m up for developing more of the film. When can I drop by?” 

“I’m free Saturday,” Jungkook chirps, “I have a shoot until noon but you can come anytime after that.” 

“Sounds good, I’ll be there,” you clutch the phone with both hands. “I can bring lunch. What do you like to eat?” 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m already buying for Minghao,” you lie, “do you like burgers?” 

“I can’t say no to a good burger,” Jungkook’s smile feels almost palpable against the line, “do you remember our field trip to the national museum of history? We had burgers on the street!” 

“Oh, those were so good,” you moan, fuzzy memories of a middle grade field trip resurfacing to clarity, “but you ate like, ten of them!”

“I still get nightmares,” he warns, “don’t let me go to bed like this.” 

You giggle, letting your body meld further into your warm mattress. “Maybe I’ll just show up with ten burgers for you tomorrow.” 

“I’ll throw up on you, try me.” 

Minghao’s adjusting the frames on their display wall by the centimeter, and it’s pissing him off. 

“Ah, it’s off,” he mutters to himself when you walk in, indicated by the electronic bell. He turns to you briefly, pulling a leveler out of his overall pocket. “Doesn’t this look off?” 

“Uh,” you look towards Mingyu at the front desk, who is paying no mind as he continues scribbling on his iPad. You tilt your head towards your former college classmate. “It doesn’t look off from over here?” 

Tacking the leveler on one of the frames, he whines, “It’s five degrees off.” 

Mingyu puts his pen down to reach over the counter and grab the paper from your hands, steaming with the scent of fast food, “He’s been like this for hours, don’t mind him.” 

He doesn’t even ask whether the food is his, Mingyu sees grease and he claims. Reaching for an oil-wrapped parchment, he unfolds the paper to reveal a handsome burger with all the fix-ens. 

Barely satisfied, Minghao steps away from the art display. There is a sizable gap in the display, now divided between four artists instead of three. You wonder how Jungkook’s work will look amongst the other artists. 

“Cute ‘fit.” Minghao mumbles, nodding approvingly at your clothes as he digs into the bag for his own burger. 

You send a half-smile his way. If an outfit is Minghao-approved, that means you’ve gone above and beyond. At least, you tried to play it off like you didn’t try to look cute. It’s not like you’re intimidated by Jungkook, living with a major fifteen-year glow up. After all, he’s already seen more than you can imagine. 

Mingyu takes notice, eyes going south to where your white blouse meets your cleavage. You hurl a fry at his face, “Eyes up here, perv.” 

He scrunches his nose, lifting a greasy thumb to slide a manila envelope over to you. “Here’s the developed pictures. Intercepted Kook and I finished them this morning.” 

You frown, “Jungkook’s not done with his photoshoot yet?” 

“Oh, he’s been done.” Mingyu’s eyes roll back to one of the studios. “But I’m saying is, you got what you needed. So you can leave if you want,” but he grins at you, canines so sharp you feel his stare jabbing you in the proverbial neck. “Unlesssss you want to go in and say hi.” 

If he has any inkling of what’s going on in your head, it’s definitely confirmed when your face turns hot. Damn body, you’re betraying me! With a flourish you grab the fries from under Mingyu’s nose, along with whatever’s left in the fast food bag. 

Minghao’s smiling through his burger, knowing if he pulls any type of savagery his lunch would certainly be pulled from under his chin. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, drop it or the burger will be going in your ass instead of out.” You mean to sound menacing, but the Min-squared and their boisterous laughter follow you down the hallway and into the occupied studio. 

“Hey Jungkoo—wow.”

You’re sure you look like Alice, enthralled by the little wonderland she just stepped into. The set is beautiful, right out of a fairytale. It has a very old-romance vibe, like Morticia and Gomez Addams. There lay a couch made of the darkest, richest wood, with velvet red cushions covering the body. Across the floor laid hundreds of black rose petals, blanketing the floor in a sea of ebony. 

“It’s for a wedding, gothic themed.” Jungkook supplies helpfully, still fiddling with whatever he was looking on his digital camera. He’s looking utterly soft in a matching grey sweat combination, something that would easily disgust you during high school, but unfairly works with him. 

“The shoot must’ve been beautiful.” 

“It was.” 

“I uh, got this for you.” Your fingers start to sweat from clutching the bag so hard, and you place it on his work table. 

He finally looks up from his camera, giving you a wan smile. “I thought you got those for Minghao.” 

You mentally slap your cheeks, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do somersaults. “He got his own. Your portion has a cookie in it, so.” 

His cute teeth unveil themselves at the mention of sweets, and you can’t help but smile back at the familiarity. 

The two of you take your time in enjoying your lunch, not meaning to stay but the very back of your mind hoping he’d like to share a meal with you. After all, Mingyu and Minghao are probably at the front relishing in your very obvious attraction. What can you say, first crushes never die. 

Between sips of your milkshake, you’ve taken to flipping through Jungkook’s portfolio. There’s a myriad of different subjects: beaches, people, the occasional squirrel. Each section of the portfolio feels like you’re being transported to a new side of Jungkook and his artistry, and you ached to know more. 

“Wow,” you point at an action shot of two girls in a dance studio, “this duo looks like Chungha and Hyoyeon.” 

He swallows his (second) burger, having the audacity to sink sheepishly in his sweater. “It is Chungha and Hyoyeon.” 

You nearly choke on your cookie. “That’s amazing.” you say breathlessly, looking closer at the image. In fact, the beautiful women photographed are famed hip-hop choreographers Chungha and Hyoyeon. You can’t imagine how good Jungkook must be to manage a photoshoot with them. 

As proud as you are of Jungkook, it reminds you that since middle school you two have lived completely different lives. You wonder if Jungkook gets these kinds of gigs all the time, hanging around with gorgeous, talented people like himself.

Jungkook says your name once, twice. He looks at you concerned, and you’re melting in his large carmine eyes. If he notices your usual overthinking, he doesn’t say anything, and gestures to the section at the end of his portfolio. “This isn’t my best work, but it’s one of my favorites.” 

There’s something familiar about this set. A playground with a busted swing set. Children riding on bikes and colorful class shirts. Ice cream melting on fists. 

Thirteen-year-old you hanging on top of your middle school’s leafless tree, clutching your baseball cap as you shade yourself from the sunset. 

“Was this the first time you took pictures?” you ask, thumbing the picture of yourself. 

“Yeah. It’s when I decided it’s what I wanted to do the rest of my life.” 

“I know we didn’t know each other that well and we’ve only recently connected but,” you give him a shy smile, “I’m really proud of what you’ve grown up to be, Jungkook.” 

He looks like you’ve hung him the moon and stars, his half-eaten burger loosening in his grasp. His lips are parted cutely, like a kitten who’s just been offered a fresh glass of milk. You cough at the sudden pause in conversation, feeling self-conscious of your impulse confession. You don’t even have it in you to be disgusted when Jungkook hastily shoves the second half of his burger down his throat, tips of his ears pink. 

Leaving him be, you press a palm to your cheek, looking at the wedding set. 

Jungkook downs half a water bottle before he speaks again. “Y’know, it would be a shame to clean up this set already. It was kind of expensive.” 

“Yeah,” you echo, standing up and kicking off your slippers. You kick your feet in the air, watching the black petals kiss across your ankles.

“I have an idea,” he wipes his hands on his sweats, “why don’t you go back home and get an outfit you really like. Lingerie, a cute outfit, whatever. Let me give you a photoshoot you’d love.” 

You look up from your petal dance, balking. “Jungkook! That’s not necessary, I told you the photos I took were okay.” 

“Yeah but, you didn’t seem entirely happy. C’mon, I got a camera and a beautiful set. Why waste it?” his hands naturally gravitate towards his charging camera, already turning it on. “I can do lighting, I know all your good angles. What’s stopping us?” 

Really, what’s stopping you? Your hands fiddle with your open flannel, the soft material comforting you as you look across the set. You try to imagine yourself, your body draped across the velvet pillows and black petals. Would it look good? Would you feel good? You think back to how you felt the first time, how scared you were when someone other than Johnny would be looking at your photos. You remember how something weird and sour contorted in your stomach when you scrolled through Jeon Jungkook’s Instagram, no longer the little boy you knew but a man who could have everything he wanted—

“Stop thinking about it.” Jungkook suddenly snaps, and you break from your reverie to catch him looking upset. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like that. 

“Thinking about what?”

“Thinking that you’re out of my league.”

“Excuse me?” 

“You were like this the other day too,” and he looks sad, and puts his camera down to come closer to you. “Why are you feeling this way. Is it me?” 

“Not necessarily,” you huff, hugging yourself.

“Do you not feel beautiful? Do you not like your body?” 

“No, I do.” you say to yourself, and you mean it. Even though there will inevitably be days where you may not feel one-hundred percent positive about yourself, you know at the end of the day, you love you and all its parts. “I don’t know, Jungkook. I had no problem letting Mingyu develop the photos originally, because he knew me in college and I was already sure of myself back then. But I guess when I sent them to you, I felt like I did when I was a little girl, y’know? Going through puberty, and worrying about what other people think.” 

And it’s not like Jungkook teased you or made you feel lesser of yourself. In fact, Jungkook was the student you wanted to be when you were younger. Someone sweet and caring, and unabashedly confident about himself. 

“I guess seeing you so successful and the fact that my stupid childhood crush came back from a time where I always felt low, made me feel a little insecure again.” 

Something sinks in and you feel hyper aware of how crushed Jungkook looks at your declaration. “There’s no leagues, you got that?” he says quietly, walking so close that he’s hovering over you, sneakers brushing. “I get it. I get unsure and insecure just like you. Hell, I was nervous this morning, wondering if you’d really come. We may not feel insecure over the same things, but middle school wasn’t that great for me either.” He makes a funny face, and you feel a smile twitch across your lips. “But it’s okay. Because we’re human and we grow. But now, you are successful. You’ve grown from your time growing up and you’re a wonderful, powerful person. I’m proud of you too.” 

“I know,” you mumble, leaning your forehead against his chest. His arms wrap around you in response, holding you snug.

“And for the record, I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world in fourth grade. Even though my world was pretty small back then, I can say now that what I thought back then still stands true.” 

You look up from his embrace, where he’s leaning down to press a slow, cotton soft kiss to your forehead. He backs up a little to read your face, and you give a tiny nod in response to signal it’s okay. Jungkook exhales in contentment, relaxing against your frame. 

“Thanks, Kook,” you crack a smile, feeling your insecurities slowly evaporate. You feel better, light, knowing that these negative feelings are only temporary, and you’re not alone. Being in Jungkook’s arms, an honest boy turned man you’ve known all your life, it feels almost like home. 

You two stay like this for a while. Exchanging feather-like kisses, feeling irrevocably young and hopeful. Suddenly feeling emboldened, you tug him by the strings of his hoodie to press a long, hot kiss to his lips. There’s a stutter, and you’re pretty sure Jungkook choked on his saliva at the sudden change of pace but you continue, letting Jungkook catch up and follow your lead. 

“Wow,” Jungkook pulls away and his lips are shiny and flushed. Adorable. You think 7th grade Jungkook would be rolling in his Naruto sheets if he knew you two would inevitably end up together. Conversely, 7th grade you would be squealing in your kitten plushie, proud that you managed to nab your childhood crush to live out all the fantasies you’ve imagined since the 4th grade. 

“Jungkook,” you let your flannel fall to the floor in a heap, only leaving your baby blue top in a thin ruched camisole. “I think I want to do the photoshoot. Can’t pass up these pretty petals, y’know?” 

He runs a hand through his hair, gaping. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” you press a wet kiss to his neck, “anyway you want me, baby. Full creative control. I want you to like this as much as I do, okay?” 

With the permission to hold the wheel, Jungkook’s lightheaded and spinning. His eyes rake up and down your gorgeous form, wondering how many good deeds he’s done in his past life to earn a right just as this. 

“In that case,” he presses a palm to your shoulder, pushing you to sit along the velvet cushion, “strip for me.” 

[goldencherryhazz]

Harry taking care of you when you’re ill

A/n: thought I would write a quick little drabble, because I have a cold and I wish H was here to take care of me! Not proofread, pls don’t copy my work, notes would be much appreciated 🤍

Warnings: just some fluffy fluff

You woke up feeling absolutely terrible, you had a runny nose and sore throat, your sinuses were killing you and to top it all of the other side of the bed was cold because Harry was long gone, having to get up at the crack of dawn to get to the studio.

You didn’t want to move out of your spot, but you really needed to pee and decided you really didn’t want to wet the bed. Moving through to the bathroom you caught yourself in the mirror, your eyes were puffy, nose a bright shade of red, you face a little pale. You groaned you always hated getting colds, having to breathe out of your mouth because your nose was blocked, and food never really tasted the same at times like this.

After peeing, and blowing your nose and brushing your teeth, you decide to take a quick shower to slight soothe your now aching muscles, once you finished you put in a pair of Harry sweats and a jumper of his, drying the hair the best you could with the towel then plopping down on the bed once again. You really wanted a hug from him right now, but the smell of his cologne and the comfort of cuddling his pillow would have to do until he got back.

A little while later you receive a message from him

H ♥️: ‘Hey baby, how are you on this fine day? X

Y/n: I’m okay, I have a cold so I think I’m going to stay in bed all day, how’s the album coming along? X

H ♥️: are you sure your okay, I can leave early if you want me to, don’t want you suffering alone all day. X

Y/n: no honestly bub it’s okay, I’m sure I’ll be able to survive a few more hours without you. X

You smile because you knew he would literally drop everything to come home and take care of you, even if it was just a little cold.

H ♥️: okay, make sure you eat and get plenty of fluids down you, there’s some medicine in the cupboard aswell, I’ll be back before you know it, and to answer you last question the albums coming on great, can’t wait to show you it, I love you baby! X

Harry was a bit concerned for his girl, he knew that you would be fine, but he didn’t like the thought of you being by yourself all day, he knew he would have to try to push it to the back of his head, cause otherwise he would get absolutely no work done.

Y/n: Well I for one can’t wait to hear it, and yes I will make sure I eat and drink lots, I love you too H. X

After your conversation you decided to go and get some toast feeling like that was the only thing you could handle right now and some fresh orange juice, you go back up stairs after grabbing a couple of bottles of water, switching on a Netflix series trying to get comfortable.

This is how you spent most of the day, the more time that passed the more you missed Harry, you had been going hot and cold at various points, you swear you had sneezed about 10 time last in the past half hour, and you even started to feel a bit nauseous even after doing what Harry said. You took some medicine a couple of hours ago but that didn’t really do anything and you couldn’t have any more for a while, the tissue box on your bedside table always slowly dwindling down, you were starting to get frustrated now, all you wanted was to be comfy for more than 5 minutes, but your body wasn’t having any of it.

When Harry crept through the door, thinking you might have fallen asleep he was hugely mistaken, you had the duvet cocooned around yourself so only your face was visible, your lips in a big pout and your little red nose ‘oh baby’ he said making you spin your head round only noticing he was stood in the door with a bag in his hands only after he said those words, you sighed in relief fishing your hands from the duvet and then making grabby hands for him.

He gladly made his way over to you, putting the bag down along the way, he unwrapped the duvet a bit so he could properly hug you ‘I missed you today bub’, you sniffled out.

‘I missed you too baby, let me check your temperature and make sure you don’t have a fever yeah’ he quickly went to the bathroom to get the thermometer before returning to you, turning it on and placing it in your mouth.

‘Keep still for a minute angel’ he gently stroked your cheek, noticed they your face was a bit paler than usual.

Once the thermometer beeped he checked it ‘not looking bad baby, you don’t have a fever at least’ he smiles at you ‘oh I nearly forgot’, he reached down towards the bag before spilling the contents onto the bed, there was vapour rub, your favourite movie, some soup and snacks that your mum used to get you if you were ill when you were little, some more medicine and a box of tissues.

You smile a wide smile, your dimples nearly popping ‘Thankyou soo much bub, your the bestest’.

‘That’s okay angel, anything for my girl’

He leans down, his eyes on your lips, in which you abruptly stop him ‘I don’t want you to get sick too’

‘Well baby, I’ve taken the next few days off to take care of you, but if I have to get sick in order to kiss you then we will just have to have a cold together’

He says not even giving you chance to respond as he kisses your lips, you kiss back with all the energy you have at this point, truly grateful for your loving boyfriend.

After a while you two pull away, ‘you know you would have made and excellent doctor’ she states out of the blue.

‘You think baby, in fact I think Doctor Styles has a nice ring to it don’t you think’ he smiles down making you chuckle.

After a while both you and Harry were settled down in bed in your pyjamas, he warmed up the soup and made you some tea, and you surprisingly didn’t feel nauseous after eating it, he then took the task of putting vapour rub on your chest even though you told him you could do it yourself, but he insisted. You felt a lot better, and it made Harry happy seeing a smile on your face. You were watching your favourite movie as you were laid on Harry’s warm chest, the duvet wrapped round both your bodies, you finally felt comfortable for the first time today and not in need to shuffle around or constantly grab a tissue.

Harry could see that you were trying to fight the sleep trying to take over your body ‘go to sleep baby, I’ve got you’ you instantly complied, closing your eyes, wrapping your arms tighter around him, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back.

‘I love you bub’ you say on the brink of sleep

I love you to the moon and back angel’

[writer1]

Growing up a wolf

The Request: Tech for werewolf au? please my heart is broke after this episode and I need this

A\N: This was requested by @persaloodles, I really hope you like it!

Warnings: transformation, mentions of child abuse, body hate, self hate.

Hunter paces around the room, as his brother sits and watches. The two of them had heard that they'll be getting a new Cadet in their barracks, a CT-9903. Hunter and Wrecker have been curious about him, wondering if he’s like them, and defective.

“What do you think he’s going to be like, Hunter?” Wrecker asks, making Hunter turn to him and shrug. “I’m not sure?” Wrecker nervously plays with his hands, picking at his fingernails. “Why do we need another one? We’re fine alone not that I’m not that I’m not excited to meet him, but… what if he doesn’t like us, or me? Hunter sighs softly, walking over and sitting beside his younger brother.

“He’s probably like us, enhanced. We need to give him a warm welcome, alright? And I know he’ll love you” Wrecker smiles and nods, but then he frowns. “You think they hurt him too?” He asks quietly, making Hunter give his own frown. “I wish I could say no, but they probably did.”

Wrecker growls. “That’s not right!! They have no right to hurt us!!” Hunter frowns. “They own us, Wrecker. They can do whatever they want with us.” Suddenly the door slides open, making them jump. They see Nala Se walking in, holding the hand of a smaller Cadet. He has goggles and looks to be just a bit younger than Wrecker. He’s pretty small, but not too much smaller than Hunter.

“Cadet’s, this is CT-9903. He will be your team member from now on.” With that she leaves, leaving the three Cadet’s alone. The new Cadet looks around nervously, making Hunter smile comfortingly as he walks forward. “Hello? What’s your name, I’m Hunter?” He whimpers, and then Hunter hears the door lock. He feels nervous, but then he hears the new Cadet groan, and Wrecker scream-- “Hunter!!!?”

Hunter turns to see the Cadet kneeling on the floor, growing bigger as his clothes rip. Brown fur covers his body as his goggles snap off. Hunter screams, running and grabbing Wrecker, hiding them under one of the bunks. They both hear whimpers and groans, then silence.

They don’t look, but they hear heartbreaking cries, then the sound of the door unlocking and footsteps. Hunter doesn’t look up until they leave, seeing the room empty except for the ripped clothes, datapad and goggles on the floor. He walks over and picks up the goggles and datapad, remembering the cries.

“Do you think the longnecks did that to him?” Wrecker asks quietly, and Hunter nods. “Yeah, and I think we hurt his feelings when we yelled. I don’t think he’s dangerous.” Hunter has a frown on his face, feeling horrible. He clutches the goggles in his hand, hoping the Kaminoans bring the Cadet back so they can properly meet.

xxx

Wrecker and Hunter are both cuddled up to each other, as they lay in Hunter’s bunk. Suddenly the door opens, and they all hear sniffles. Hunter looks up to see the young Cadet walking in, he’s human again and obviously in pain. Hunter immediately jumps up and runs over to him, making the Cadet flinch. “Hey, are you okay?” Hunter asks gently, coming over to him, and looking at the Cadet.

“Hey, we’re sorry for being afraid. You are our brother, and we both want to be close to you, 03.” The Cadet looks up at Hunter, squinting a bit. It makes Hunter chuckle, running over to his bed, he grabs the goggles and runs back.

“Here, let me.” He gently places them on the Cadets face, tying them on. The Cadet then looks up at Hunter. “You aren’t scared of me?” Hunter smiles sadly. “We were at first, but then we realized that you didn’t try to hurt us, not at all.” 03 get’s tears in his eyes, then slams himself into Hunter.

“No one’s ever not been afraid of me before… I’m a monster.” Hunter frowns, hugging him tightly against him. Wrecker comes over as well, hugging 03 and Hunter close. “You aren’t a monster, you’re one of us.” Wrecker reassures him, and Hunter nods. “That’s why your number is CT-9903. Mine is CT-9901 and Wrecker’s is CT-9902. You belong here 03, I promise you this.”

03’s eyes fill with tears, as he nuzzles into his two brothers. “Now I was looking at your datapad, it’s not like a regular datapad?” Hunter asks, making 03 smile widely. “Yeah! I love playing around with technology and fixing things, upgrading things and everything. It helps calm me down when I… when I transform into that.” 03 looks away, but Hunter pulls him into another hug.

“It’s alright. That is part of who you are, and we aren’t afraid of you anymore. Next time you transform, we’ll have a cuddle pile, okay?” 03 nods, smiling and nuzzling into Hunter, then he slams into Wrecker in a hug. Suddenly Wrecker’s eyes lighten up, and he pulls Hunter away from 03.

Hunter and Wrecker whisper to each other, looking at 03 every few seconds. He raises an eyebrow, getting nervous until—”Tech!” 03 freezes when Wrecker calls him that, making him raise an eyebrow. “What?” Hunter chuckles and walks over. “Tech, that’s what your name should be, if you like it of course.” 03, no, Tech tears up.

He slams into Hunter and Wrecker, pulling the two close to him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He thanks them over and over again, making the two laugh. “Of course, what are older brother’s for?” Wrecker reassures him, and Tech knows that he’s on the right place with these two. His brothers.

xxx

Tech curls up in his bunk, whimpering and whining as he tugs at the fur on his chest. He had transformed during a training simulation. This was the first time he’d transformed in front of Hunter and Wrecker since the first time two weeks ago, and he couldn’t bear to see them scared of him so he ran.

His ears then flick when he hears the door open, making him whimper. He knows that it’s Hunter and Wrecker, he can smell it. Tech presses his ears back, curling up even more, staring at the wall. But then he feels a hand on his back, making him startle. “Shh, it’s alright, Tech. It’s just me.” Hunter’s voice makes Tech’s eyes widen, and he turns over.

“Hunter?” Hunter nods, crawling into the bunk and cuddling up to Tech. “We owe you a cuddle pile.” Tech can’t believe it, he had thought Hunter was just being nice when he said that. Wrecker then runs over and joins in on the other side of Tech, nuzzling into him.

“You’re so fluffy, Techy!!” Wrecker coos, hugging Tech close. It makes Tech tear up, but he turns over and licks the top of Wrecker’s head. Hunter then starts running a hand through his fur, making Tech hum. “No more hiding from us, alright?” Hunter asks gently, and Tech nods, nuzzling into his brother. “Yeah, you are our Vod’ika now. We don’t care what you look like, alright?” Wrecker adds, and Tech nods again, snuggling both his brothers close.

“Thanks, guys!” Tech licks and nuzzles both their heads, making both Wrecker and Hunter chuckle. “No thanks necessary, Vod’ika.” Hunter kisses Tech’s forehead, as both him and Wrecker cuddle into him again, making sure Tech feels cared for and loved.

xxx

Tech sits in his bunk with Wrecker and Hunter, he’s transformed at the moment. They are getting another Cadet today, their last brother. Hunter thought that if he was in his werewolf, it might be better for the Cadet to get used to him, and Tech agrees wholeheartedly. He knows how scary the transformation looks, so it’s easier if their brother meets him already transformed.

Tech’s ears flick and he smiles. “They’re here.” Hunter nods in agreement, also able to hear them because of his enhanced senses. Only a few seconds later, the door opens and Nala Se walks in, a small, skinny Cadet standing close to her. He’s so skinny, and has grey hair. Tech can see his eyes moving about the room, they of course land on him and immediately widen. “This is your new barracks and squad, CT-9904.”

She leaves, and the Cadet stares at all of them, but especially Tech. Hunter hops out of the bunk, walking over to the Cadet. “Hello, it’s very nice to meet you.” The Cadet looks nervously at Hunter. “I… I’m not feeling well.” He whispers, making Hunter smile sadly. “Nala Se told us that you’re sicker than most Cadets, that’s alright. We’ll take good care of you.” With that, Hunter scoops the Cadet into his arms, holding him close.

The Cadet looks around nervously as Hunter carries him over to the bunk. “This is Wrecker, and the fluffball over here is Tech.” The Cadet looks nervously at Tech. “Will he eat me?” He asks quietly, making Wrecker burst out laughing. “Of course he won’t eat you!! Haha!! He’s your third Ori’Vod now, one of us.” The Cadet’s eyes widen, making Tech give a tiny smile. “I’m Tech, it’s very nice to meet you, 04.”

Hunter looks down at 04. “Tech here is super soft, he is very nice to nap on. Would you like to try it?” He asks softly, already seeing 04’s eyes droop. He looks at Tech, and Tech gives 04 a soft look. “You can lay with me, I can tell you’re tired.” 04 bites his lip, but nods. Hunter smiles and gently hands him to Tech, who snuggles the younger Cadet close.

“We also saw some training holo’s of you, you’re a great shot!!” Wrecker muses, making 04 smile as he snuggles into Tech’s fur. “Yeah, I have the greatest eyesight. That’s my mutation, what’s your’s?” Hunter, Tech and Wrecker all smile. “Mine is that I am stronger than most, which is why I’m so much bigger!!” He says excitedly, making 04 chuckle. “Mine is enhanced senses.” Hunter smiles, and then 04 looks up when Tech nuzzles him with his snout.

“Surprisingly, mine is having a much higher learning rate and intelligence than most.” 04 smiles and nuzzles him back, but then he frowns and looks away. “My defect is that I’m sicker and smaller than most clones, and my grey hair. What’s yours? Or am I the only one defective?”

Hunter shakes his head. “You aren’t. My enhanced senses give me the worst migraines, and I get oversensitive a lot.” 04 nods, then he looks to Wrecker. “I got really bad growing pains when they made me bigger and stronger, I still get them all the time when I have growth spurts, that happens a lot.”

04 nods, then he looks up at Tech, who smiles sadly. “Mine is my eyesight, which is why I wear goggles. I also get bad migraines from all the information in my head.” 04 nods, but then he bites his lip nervously. “What about you being… fluffy?” Tech chuckles softly, as Hunter and Wrecker get sad looks again.

“I was given a serum when I was a tubie, it turned me into this. So whenever I get super emotional, mad, sad or even just super happy, I transform.” 04 nods, then he snuggles into Tech. “I like the fur, it’s nice.” Tech chuckles as Wrecker and Hunter laugh. “We think the same!!” Hunter laughs, then Wrecker’s eyes light up.

“Oooh, Oooh!! We also have a name for you!! One that we found when we were watching your training holo’s.” 04’s eyes light up, making Hunter smile. “We all came up with it. Your name is… Crosshair, but if you don’t like it, we can come up with a different one.”

04 shakes his head. “No, I love it!” He cuddles into Tech, making him smile and lick the top of Crosshair’s head. “Good, cause you are never going to be a number again, that’s just horrible.” Hunter reassures him, as he joins into the snuggle, and Wrecker jumps in too.

“Yeah, numbers suck!!” Wrecker exclaims, snuggling into Tech. the wolf chuckles and Wraps his long arms around his brothers, sandwiching Crosshair in the middle as he lays them all down. Crosshair hums, nuzzling into Tech’s chest. “Thanks, Ori’Vode.” He whispers, before his eyes flutter closed, and he drifts off to sleep. Tech smiles, as he watches his to other brothers do the same, then let’s himself succumb to sleep, believing that their little family is complete.

xxx

Omega whimpers, tail tucked between her legs as she lays in her room on the marauder, how had today gone so wrong. It had finally happened… she had transformed in front of her brothers. She didn’t mean too, it was Crosshair’s first mission back with them, and she got too excited. Omega didn't mean to transform, but the looks of fear on her brother’s face’s made her even more scared, so she ran.

Tears fall down her face, as she let’s out tiny, heartbreaking sobs. Omega can’t stop crying as she hugs Lula close to her, this is the saddest she’d been since the fall of Kamino, and at least then they all got Crosshair back, and took his chip out.

“Omega?” Hunter’s voice echoes through the Marauder, making Omega let out an involuntary whine. Her ears flick as she hears footsteps towards her bunk, and she can tell that it’s not just Hunter, all of her brothers are here. “Omega, it’s alright.” That’s Wrecker, and Omega wants to answer him, but she keeps quiet.

She hears whispering, then someone walks right up to the sheet separating her little room from the rest of the marauder. “Omega, I know that… I know that it’s scary, transforming in front of people by mistake.” Tech’s voice fills her ears, and her eyes open, tears falling faster. “Yeah.” She whimpers out ever so quietly. “You think that we were scared of you.” It’s said as a fact, and Omega whimpers again. “Yeah.”

There's a little chuckle. “We would never be afraid of you. I… I’m a werewolf too, Omega.” Omega’s eyes widen, as more tears spill out. “You are?” She asks quietly, and she can hear her brothers whispering a bit. “Yes, I am. You can ask anyone.” Omega sniffles, sitting up a bit. “I’m not the only one?” She asks quietly again, and Tech chuckles. “No, you aren’t.”

“Yeah!!! And don’t worry, we all love werewolves here!!” Wrecker yells excitedly, making Omega chuckle a bit. She then hears whispering again, before-- “How about I transform? Then we could all have a cuddle pile?” Tech offers, making Omega’s tears slow just a bit.

“Yes, please.” Omega hears some whispers once again, and then she hears the clang of armor on the floor. Her ears flick when she hears a few groans of discomfort from Tech, then the familiar sound of cracking bones.

She whimpers a bit and covers her ears tightly, trying to block out the sounds. But it’s no use, and she uncovers them after a few seconds of silence. “Omega? Can I come in?” The voice is deeper, but Omega would recognize her brother’s voice anywhere. “Yes.” She whispers, and suddenly a wolf’s head pops through, making her sniffle. She knows it’s Tech just by the goggles.

Tech smiles at her, gently running a clawed hand over her head. “Can I pull you out of here? Then we can all have a nice cuddle pile?” Omega nods, crawling over to Tech and wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulls her out, holding her tightly against his chest as he sits on the ground. “I’m not alone.” She whispers, making everyone get sad looks, especially Tech. “No, you are not alone. And you’ll never be alone again.” Tech promises her, hating that none of them had known she was a werewolf. It had made so much sense, why she hid in her room at certain times, why she was always so nervous to get too excited, it all made sense now.

“We’re all here for you, Omega. We know what it’s like to have a werewolf sibling, we'll protect you.” Hunter gives her his own promise, kneeling down and pressing his own kiss to her head. Omega watches Echoand Wrecker leave as Crosshair smiles and kneels down the opposite side of Hunter, running a hand through Tech’s fur.

“You know, I miss when your fur was so much fluffier. But at least we have Omega to fix that now.” Crosshair jokes, making Omega chuckle and Tech glare. “Yeah, like I could keep the fluffy fur of a baby werewolf forever.” He rolls his eyes, making Crosshair chuckle. Echo and Wrecker return with blankets, arranging them on the floor. “There!! Now we get to have a nice cuddle with our baby sis!!” Wrecker yells excitedly, and Echo nods. “Yep!”

Tech carries Omega over, laying down on the blankets and laying her on his chest. He runs a hand along her back as the others lay down around them. “You are perfect. Our perfect little sister. I could never be able to make you any more perfect than you already are.” Tech whispers, making Omega snuggle into him more. She gently licks his cheek, making him smile and lick the top of her head. “We all think you’re perfect Omega, werewolf or not. Just like our Techy.” Wrecker chuckles, reaching a hand over Crosshair to let Tech’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he’s amazing. The best little brother ever.” Echo muses, making Omega chuckle. “He is, the best Ori’Vod in the galaxy, you all are.” With that they all have a group hug, and Tech knows that even if he had never asked to be a werewolf.

He wouldn’t change it for the world.

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