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milkpup · 11 months ago

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｡⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on ao3! this will have dark themes, if you do not like, DO NOT INTERACT! this is a multi chapter fic that is still in progress as of posting on tumblr (1/9/24). it will be updated as i write more :) i will add links to the next chapters as i post them on this thread or smthn (idk how to use tumblr lol)

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Like Father, Like Son by milkpup

Chapter 1: Promises

“When we get older, let’s get married!” you exclaimed to Megumi, who was sitting next to you on the park bench. “We know each other best, so if we find no one else by the time we go to college, let’s get together!”

You were both in middle school still. You’ve been extremely close friends since you were young children. Megumi and his father lived in the same neighborhood as you. As a natural result of your home life being chaotic and dysfunctional, you spent most of your childhood at Megumi’s.

You were still girly and feminine, but having a guy best friend meant that you had interests more like his. You both grew up playing games together, sitting in front of the tv into late hours into the night. You were a sore loser. He was always better at any games you two played, like mario kart, fighting games, whatever it was, he was better. This meant you constantly tried to improve your skills; you wanted the satisfaction of making him lose, but you also wanted him to be impressed.

You didn’t quite understand it at the time. Why did you want to impress Megumi? It’s just a game. You brushed it off. Friendly competition never hurt, right?

Years pass, the same old routine. You coming over to Megumi’s house after school, staying late or sometimes spending the night. His father, Toji, saw you as his own. A daughter he never had.

It was hard after Megumi’s mother passed. Toji was more reserved, more monotonous. It seemed like the vibrancy and color of his soul was dulled. His wife was the one person he truly cared for, who he loved, and who gave meaning to his life. Being a single father of a young boy was rough. He appreciated that you brought joy to his son’s life. He appreciated that, as you grew older, you would help around at his house. Cooking, cleaning, whatever it was, you would help lessen the load on Toji.

In the middle of your senior year of highschool, tragedy struck the community. Your parents were killed by a drunk driver. It all happened so fast. You feel selfish and would never admit this, but you were sort of relieved. You rarely spent time at home. Your father was an abusive drunk and would target you and your mother. Your mother tried to protect you the best she could. She wanted you to be safe. She was always relieved when you would text or call her saying you were staying at Megumi’s. She trusted that boy and knew he would never be like your father.

You were sad your mother was gone. But at least she now knew peace. A tragic end, yes, but better than watching her be abused by your father.

You started living with Megumi full time. It was already basically your home in the first place, just more official now. You appreciated Toji welcoming you into his home with open arms, letting you live there full time. He was more of a father than your sperm donor parent was.

In return, you cooked and cleaned almost exclusively. You didn’t necessarily mind. You didn’t see it as demeaning, but rather as a way to show your gratitude. Cooking was also a cathartic release for you; it allowed you to remove yourself from tough emotions and focus on the task on hand. And you absolutely loved when people would praise your cooking. Thus, you were constantly trying new recipes and techniques, chasing new flavors.

Toji appreciated you basically taking on the household responsibilities while he worked long hours. He has a provider mindset. He wants to fulfill his role of providing while a woman in his life would take care of the home and enrich his life.

A few times he caught himself being reminded of his wife whenever you would do something for him. Your cooking tasted like home. Your smile and laugh were intoxicating. You had a gentle and kind soul, willing to look past anything for the right person. He felt almost uncomfortable, as if he should not be having thoughts of his late wife when looking at his pseudo-daughter. But he couldn’t help it. He’s a simple man.

“Good morning, Toji!” You say while something is sizzling in the pan. “I hope you’re feeling something sweet this morning!”

Toji smiles lightly. “What are you making today, little miss chef?”

“French toast!” You turn around to face him, wearing a cute apron and holding the spatula in your hand.

Toji notices the cooking must’ve gotten a bit messy, there was flour on your apron and some powdered on your cheeks. He thought it was insanely adorable.

“I’m excited to try it. Your food never ceases to amaze me.”

Good thing you had already turned back toward the stove, otherwise Toji would have saw the bright red blush creep across your face. “T-thank you… I’m glad you like it. It’s almost done.”

You could feel him watching you from behind. It was different than usual, you felt nervous? You couldn’t possibly know this at the time, but Toji was eyeing you down. Noticing the way your apron is tied around your waist, your ass in your cute shorts, messy hair, it was all perfect to him.

“All done!” You say as you start plating the French toast. “I’m going to go wake Megumi, but please try it while it’s still hot!!” You move to untie your apron, Toji never breaking his gaze on your form.

You walk towards Megumi’s room, approaching the door and knocking. “Heyyy Megs! Breakfast is ready! I know you like sweet food, so I made French toast! Come get it while it’s still hot!”

You don’t hear much behind the door, but your stomach rumbling forces you to go back to the table. You were practically drooling the whole time thinking about how delicious this food was going to be.

You re-enter the dining room and sit across Toji. He’s already started eating, and he looks like he’s enjoying it. You didn’t take him for a sweets for breakfast type of guy, so you ask him “Is it good?”

He looks up at you, and it sends shivers down your spine. “It’s delicious, sweetheart. I’ll eat anything you give me. Anything.” He smirks. He figures that isn’t crossing any lines, just playful banter and teasing. He watches your face turn a bit red as you try and hide it while eating.

Back in Megumi’s room, he’s slowly waking up. He doesn’t feel well-rested. “Probably due to that weird dream last night”, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why his brain chose now of all times to remember the promise you two made to eachother all those years ago. He figures you probably forgot about it; but for him, he can’t get it out his mind.

He shakes his head. “Whatever, I need to get ready.” He will deal with his feelings and emotions later. He remembers you mentioning sweet food and he’s already out the door. His hair is still messy, his pajamas still on.

As Toji moves to pick up his keys and leave for work, Megumi sits down next to you. He takes in the sweet aroma of French toast covered in powdered sugar and fruit. His stomach is painfully growling at this point. He serves himself and takes a bite, absolutely melting in bliss. You always make the best food, and this is no exception.

You watch as he seems excited to eat. He looks absolutely adorable, his emotions on full display as easily as a book can be read. You can tell he’s happy in this moment, and you find yourself smiling, knowing it was you that brought this.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Y/N. Seriously!”

You blush. Compliments and praise feel different from Megumi. They feel genuine and sincere, full of warmth and love.

You finish up and start cleaning. You and Megumi have the same major and a bunch of the same classes, you both need to get ready soon. Megumi gets up to help you clean.

As he stands next to your side, drying dishes as you wash them, he tells you his thoughts. He doesn’t know how to best bring it up. He’s a shy guy, so he goes for the most direct route to get it out as fast as possible. “Y/N, do you remember the promise we made in middle school?” He’s looking down at the sink, awaiting your response.

“Of course Gumi, how could I forget?” You’re slightly teasing him at this point. You were actually surprised that HE would remember that. You wonder why he’s bringing it up, and ask him. “Why?”

Silence follows your question for a few moments. “I’m not sure…. I was just thinking about it.”

Hearing his response makes you blush and your heart beat faster. What does he mean he was thinking about it? He can’t be serious?

“We can talk more about it later. We need to get ready, Y/N.” You’re thankful he gave you an opening to escape this awkward situation. It wasn’t a weird awkward, but more embarrassing than anything.

You keep asking yourself why he would be thinking about it, now of all times. You are starting college now, so you figure now would be the timeframe of the promise in question. But you didn’t think he would be serious about it. You return your room, trying to distract yourself by getting ready.

Megumi waits for you to finish getting ready in the living room. You exit your room, wearing simple yet cute clothes. Megumi finds it adorable how you can look good in literally anything. Even wearing the simplest outfits, leggings and a t-shirt, and you still look breathtaking. He feels weird again, thinking about his best-friend like this. He’s just simply observing and appreciating good style, right? That’s what he will tell himself.

You and Megumi carpool to campus together. You both say it’s for the environment, but you both know it’s because you absolutely hate driving.

The car ride there is always the same, listening to music together and talking. Since you both have the same classes, you are already study buddies. You’re both excited to keep going to school together.

Megumi listens as you talk about your newest fictional crush obsession. He thinks it’s so adorable how you could talk forever and ever about the things you like. He listens and observes, not wanting to interrupt your sweet voice.

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Seeking Solace

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You're feeling sad and unmotivated. It's hard for you to get out of bed and go downstairs to eat. The twenty-five men comfort you and keep you company. Just when you thought it would happen for only a day, it dragged on to the next day.

Note: A filler fic since this week was my midterms week, and I am drained from this entire week alone. I didn't have much time to think of a specific plot for this week because I was too busy studying for two tests, writing two essays, and remembering my lines for my performances. This week has been nothing but stressful and busy, so this is a filler fic. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Not my best work since I didn't have time to really plan this fic out due to my midterms and performance. It's all comfort. There's no angst, I promise

Word Count: 7.4k

There are days when you feel sad, and you can’t help but feel that way. Even if you’re having a good day and the day is winding down, the sadness will hit you out of nowhere once you lay on your bed. Silence is never a friend to those who have the loudest minds. It’s cruel, and having to hear these loud thoughts almost every night is physically, emotionally, and mentally draining. You try not to let it get to you, but you can’t always be strong. Not when your legs are about to give out from underneath you, causing you to cave in and lay in your bed all day and never step out of your room once.

“Has anyone seen [Y/N] today? It’s almost two in the afternoon, and I have not seen them step out of their bedroom once today,” Zhongli murmurs.

Venti shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe they’re sleeping in! After all, they did spend countless days pulling all-nighters just to complete this huge project for the Akademiya with Tighnari over there,” Venti says, gesturing towards Tighnari’s direction.

Cyno looks over at Tighnari. “How was [Y/N] after completing the project?”

Tighnari hums and taps on his chin. “Well, after [Y/N] and I completed the project for the Akademiya, they seemed visibly exhausted. Of course, I knew they were pulling all-nighters, but I didn’t think it would be this bad,” Tighnari sighs, massaging his throbbing temples.

It’s true. You did pull all-nighters just for this huge project with Tighnari. While Tighnari wasn’t the one that pulled all-nighters, it was you that did it, and Tighnari would always be the one to drag you to bed and stand outside of your door for an hour just to make sure you went to bed. After an hour of standing outside of your bedroom to make sure you were asleep, Tighnari would peek his head into your room to double-check to see if you were fast asleep. Once he confirmed that you were asleep, he would go back to his room to continue his sleep.

Of course, you would wake up not long after and attempt to continue where you had left off, only for Tighnari to stop you from going downstairs to continue with only one hour of sleep. Damn Tighnari and his keen sense of hearing! Although if it’s not Tighnari, then it’s Gorou that will be the one to drag you back to your bedroom. Gorou would give you puppy dog eyes and plead for you to just go to sleep. How could you resist someone as adorable as Gorou?

“Does anyone want to check and see if [Y/N]’s awake? They missed breakfast and lunch!” Thoma says, plopping and sprawling across the couch.

Childe shoots up from his spot with his hands raised. “I volunteer to check on my snookums like the good boyfriend that I am! Unlike you losers,” Childe says, walking toward the staircase.

The men stare at Childe as he walks up the stairs. Childe looks over his shoulders and sticks his tongue out at the men before continuing his way up the stairs. Compared to the first floor, the second floor is silent other than the sound of his footsteps. Childe stops in front of your bedroom door and presses his ears against the wooden door, listening for any footsteps or sound in general that is coming from your room.

So far, Childe hears nothing. Childe reaches for the doorknob and twists the doorknob before cracking the door open. Childe peeks his head into your room and notices the only light illuminating your once-dark bedroom is coming from the cracks of the curtains. On your bed is a round lump covered by a mountain of blankets. Childe enters your room, keeping the door halfway open.

Standing over the lump on your bed, Childe pokes the said lump. The lump doesn’t flinch or move after Childe pokes the lump for the second time. Childe kneels on your bed and leans over to peek at the lump that is you. Childe grabs hold of the edge of the blankets and pulls it over to see you blinking at him sleepily. You’re hugging a pillow to your chest, curling up into a ball, and your face is puffy from your long slumber. Childe smiles at you before plopping down in front of you, resting his head on his biceps.

You yawn and rub your eyes. “In case you were wondering, I did wake up and brush my teeth, but I was still tired, so I went back to sleep,” you speak, giving Childe a small smile.

Childe doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tucks your hair behind your ears and strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumbs. You close your eyes and hum with contentment. The more Childe looks at you, the more he’s starting to notice some things. You have dark circles under your eyes, your eyes are swollen (not from sleep, that’s for sure), and your eyes are bloodshot red.

Childe opens his mouth to say something, only for it to be interrupted by Baizhu walking into your room. Childe sighs and sits up, narrowing his eyes at the green-haired doctor. Baizhu ignores Childe’s glare and places a cup of tea on your nightstand.

“Zhongli brewed you matcha tea, and I offered to bring it up to you. How are you feeling, my precious violetgrass?” Baizhu asks, sitting at the edge of your bed.

You take the mountain of blankets off your body before sitting up and stretching your limbs. Dear Archons, it was not wise of you to stay in that position for so long. Now your left arm is sore from laying on it for however long.

“I’m okay! I feel drained and very sad,” you reply, hugging your legs to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “It’s been making it hard for me to get out of bed. Hence why I skipped breakfast and lunch.”

You lean toward the nightstand and grab the teacup and saucer before sipping from the cup. The warmth from the tea sends chills down your spine, causing you to visibly shiver. Silence hangs in the air as you drink your matcha tea, basking in Baizhu and Childe’s company. You finish your tea a few minutes later, putting the teacup and saucer back on the nightstand.

A knock coming from your bedroom door breaks the silence. You, Baizhu, and Childe look up to see the other men standing at the entrance. You give them a weak smile and wave them in.

Kazuha sits across from you, brushing the stray hair away from your face. “Are you hungry? You didn’t eat breakfast or lunch today, and we don’t want you to starve,” Kazuha murmurs.

You give Kazuha a tight-lipped smile and shake your head. “No, thank you. I’m not feeling hungry right now, but thanks for asking.”

“Even if you’re not hungry, can you at least eat a snack? I can go downstairs and cut you some fruits to snack on if you’d like.” Heizou offers.

A snack doesn’t sound too bad. You did drink all of the matcha tea Zhongli brewed for you. Maybe snacking on some fruits wouldn’t hurt. It’s better to snack on something than go all day on an empty stomach. Not only would that make the men worry, but it would also make them scold you for skipping out on eating breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner. And you’re not in the mood to deal with twenty-five people scolding you over your lack of appetite.

You nod, giving Heizou a smile. “Yeah, I would like that. Thank you, Heizou,” you murmur.

Heizou grins and walks over to you, giving you a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead before exiting your bedroom to cut some fruits for you to eat. Once Heizou left your room, you lay back on your bed and curled into a ball.

Pantalone kneels beside you, running his fingers through your hair. “How are you feeling? You made us all worried by not showing up to breakfast and lunch today,” Pantalone comments, gazing at you worriedly.

“I feel drained and sad. And before you ask, nothing happened that caused me to feel this way. It came out of nowhere, and here I am,” you give Pantalone a weak smile.

Kaveh plops down on your bed beside you with a groan. “Seasonal sadness, I get that. You don’t need to explain yourself,” Kaveh says, rolling over on his side and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Childe scowls at Kaveh and gets off your bed, glaring at the blond man. Kaveh ignores Childe’s glare and proceeds to cuddle you. You close your eyes and snuggle into your pillow while letting yourself relax in Kaveh’s arms.

“If you don’t mind us asking, how are you doing in school?” Diluc asks, leaning on your desk.

Your face pinches up before you turn around and bury your face into Kaveh’s chest. Dear Archons, now that Diluc asked you that question, everything is starting to hit you all at once. Sumeru Akademiya. Huge project. Tighnari. All-nighter. Lack of sleep. All of it is hitting you at the same time.

“I’m doing decent in school. You know, the usual. I’ve been taking up a lot of projects recently because I’m graduating from the Akademiya soon,” you reply, voice muffled against Kaveh’s chest.

Al Haitham sighs, sitting on the corner of your bed while stroking your calf. “Why are you taking on so many projects? You’ll stress yourself out and overwork yourself to the bone,” said Al Haitham, frowning at you.

You roll over again and look at Al Haitham. “I’m not the best at saying no to people. Especially when they want me to help them with something. Not only that, but the more projects I’m a part of, the more it’ll look good on my resume, and it’ll show that I have lots of experience,” you said.

Now that you think about it, should you start applying for job positions before graduating from the Akademiya? You have a year left at the Akademiya, and you’re not sure if applying for jobs before your graduation year is a good idea. Some jobs take a while to go through job applications, and you’re not even sure if you’ll get picked to be the candidate.

“Do you have a job in mind?” Aether asks.

You purse your lips and give a ‘so-so’ gesture. You have an idea of what you want to apply for, but the problem is that you’re not sure if any of these occupations are accepting job applications at the moment. Great. You’re graduating in one year, you have no idea if the jobs you want to apply for are accepting new employees, and you’re wondering if it’s wise for you to take on so many projects for the Akademiya.

“Don’t overthink this,” you pull your blanket up to your neck and close your eyes. “There’s still some time left. No need to rush things. Just take it slow, and everything will be okay.”

“Oh! It looks like Heizou is back with sliced apples and sunsettias!” Gorou says, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Kaveh helps you sit up and ruffles your hair afterward. You grumble and fix your disheveled hair before reaching for the plate Heizou is holding out to you. You take a bite of the sliced apples while the men lounge around in your bedroom. While snacking on the sliced apples and sunsettias, you began to space out while chewing on the fruits mindlessly.

Yesterday you were okay. You went hiking somewhere in Sumeru— you can’t remember where exactly. Still, the view was beautiful, and you remember having a picnic with your beloved boyfriends there after reaching your destination. Now here you are, sitting on your bed while eating sliced fruits because you didn’t have breakfast or lunch today. Why did the sadness creep up on you out of nowhere and decide to strike now?

You stop eating the sliced fruits halfway and stare off into space, not knowing that you are staring at your blanket. The men look at each other worriedly before gesturing to one of the men to nudge you. Itto kneels beside your bed and pokes your leg with his long, black nails. You continue to stare at the blanket in front of you, barely blinking.

Itto pouts before dramatically sprawling over your lap. “Onikabuto booboo bear! Give me attention!” Itto whines, reaching up to your face and cupping your face in his hands.

You blink at Itto and give him a weak smile. “Sorry, Itto. I didn’t mean to space out,” you murmur, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Itto lets out a huff of breath before nuzzling against your hand while you stroke his cheek. The men around you and Itto roll their eyes but don’t say a thing. At least you smiled, even if it was a small one. Everyone would rather see your tiny smile than a frown on your face. At least your sadness is only temporary, right?

You and the men all thought the same thing. That your seasonal sadness was going to last for only a day, but boy, all of you were wrong. The next day rolls by, and here you are, laying in bed, wrapped in a blanket cocoon.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Dainsleif asks, brushing your hair away from your face.

You nod. “I’m sure, Dainsleif. As much as I would love to eat something, I don’t have the energy to get up and go downstairs. That and I don’t have the appetite right now,” you whisper, giving Dainsleif a weak smile.

Meanwhile, the men downstairs are pacing in the living room while trying to come up with a solution. The men know they can’t force you to automatically feel better and come downstairs to eat. This was the first time they’d seen your sadness affect you this much to the point where you’re skipping meals and only wanting to sleep in. None of them are against you sleeping in and staying in your room all day, but they are against you skipping breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“What do we do? Do we bring lunch up to their room so they can eat, or do we drag them out from their bed and make them come downstairs to eat?” Xiao asks, leaning against the railing of the stairs and occasionally looking up the stairs.

Scaramouche snorts and rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Xiao. [Y/N] wouldn’t appreciate being dragged out of bed and down the stairs to eat something. If they want to eat something, they’ll do it themselves.”

While what Scaramouche said sounded harsh, Scaramouche wasn’t lying. The only time you ate upstairs in your bedroom was when you were sick because you could barely stand up without feeling dizzy and feeling weak at the knees.

Ayato hums and taps on his chin, sitting across from the Harbingers at the dining table. “I believe we should check up on them. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind us keeping them company,” Ayato says nonchalantly while shrugging his shoulders.

Back in your bedroom, you’re sprawled out on your bed while Dainsleif stands at the edge of your bed. You and Dainsleif stare at each other, not saying a word. You just want to lay in bed and go back to sleep even though you have taken a nap four times already. Despite napping four times already, you still feel tired. Which isn’t something out of the ordinary for you. You’re always tired, no matter how much sleep you’ve gotten every night. Three hours of sleep? Tired. Eight hours of sleep? Still tired. Taking naps every other hour on the same day? Still tired.

Dainsleif opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by a knock at your bedroom door. You and Dainsleif look over at the door, breaking eye contact.

“Come in!” You reply, blindly reaching for your other blanket and draping it over yourself.

Kaeya peeks his head into your bedroom, giving you a smile. “Hey, sugarplum, are you alright?” Kaeya asks, opening the door wider before walking into your room.

You shrug your shoulders. “I feel the same as yesterday, unfortunately. Only this time, it’s worse,” you reply.

You roll over and kneel on your bed, your hair sticking all over the place, and you have marks on your face. You close your eyes before plopping face down on your bed, wrapping your arms around your cold pillow.

“You don’t look too good,” another voice interjects, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You turn your head to the side and look at Albedo. Albedo walks into your room and sits at the edge of your bed, pressing his gloveless hand against your forehead. Albedo furrows his eyebrows and hums, his hand trailing down to your neck, pressing the back of his hand against your neck.

You sigh and place your hand over Albedo, smiling at him weakly. “Albedo, I’m not sick. I’m still healthy as ever, but….” you trail off, making a face. “It’s that time of the month. My seasonal sadness lasted way longer than the previous one, unfortunately.”

“I believe that Albedo meant that you look like you hardly slept despite staying in your bedroom all day,” Pierro interjects, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

You snort and gesture for Albedo to help you sit up. Albedo pulls you into his arms and lets you lean against his chest, your head resting on his shoulders while trying not to doze off for the umpteenth time today. You rub your eyes before turning and snuggling against Albedo.

“Don’t I always look tired? I think ever since I got accepted into the Akademiya, I’ve been lacking sleep way more than I already was,” you murmur, closing your eyes. “Now, if you all plan on belittling me for not getting enough sleep and for staying in my bedroom all day, please see yourselves out because I don’t have the energy to deal with it all.”

“We’re not going to belittle you, kitten. Now, everyone, please leave [Y/N]’s room. We’ll do the visitation in small groups instead of having everyone pile up in [Y/N]’s room. It’ll overwhelm them even more than they’re already feeling,” Dottore comments from outside your bedroom.

You look at them quizzically as the men in your room start to leave your room one by one. Albedo presses a quick kiss on your forehead before walking out of your room. Once Albedo closed your bedroom door shut, you collapsed on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You feel your stomach start to grumble, making you pinch your face and curl into a ball.

Just when you thought you weren’t hungry, your stomach started to say another. The door to your room opens after a few minutes. You turn your head and see Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, and Cyno walk into your room. You give the four men a weak smile and wave them over to your bed while wrapping yourself in a blanket cocoon as they approach closer to your bed.

“We’ve been informed that you’re in need of some comfort,” Ayato says, sitting beside you.

Childe rolls his eyes. “No offense, Lord Ayato, but the way you said it makes you sound like you have a stick up your ass,” Childe comments, sitting on the other side of your bed.

Before Ayato could retort, you groan and unravel your blanket cocoon. You sit up and glare at Ayato and Childe, your hair standing all over the place while you’re huffing and puffing. You let your hands flop in front of you before looking at Childe.

“Childe, please don’t start anything. I’m dealing with internal battles right now. I don’t need to be dealing with two hydro users duking it out in my bedroom,” you said, closing your eyes and releasing a long exhale.

Kaeya chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not surprised that he was the first one to start a conflict. It’s typical for someone like him,” Kaeya snorts.

You give Kaeya a look, almost as if you’re begging him not to fuel the fire. Which you are. You’re not in the mental state to deal with men and their need to start problems amongst each other. Quite frankly, you’re never in the mood to deal with it, but today is the day when you’re not in the mood for it at all.

Cyno rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Anyway, aside from those three children, how are you really feeling?” Cyno asks, sitting across from you on your bed.

You purse your lips and run your hands through your disheveled hair. “Honestly, other than feeling sad, I want to cry,” you respond truthfully.

You have an overwhelming urge to cry, but you can’t get yourself to cry, ironically enough. Perhaps you need a little nudge to get the tears to start leaking, but no matter what you’re thinking, the tears won’t come out. The four men remain silent, letting you continue to speak.

“I think that if I were to cry, I’d feel better! But so far, I can’t get myself to cry no matter what I’m thinking. I tried thinking about the time when I was so stressed out during my finals, but nothing came out!” You begin patting your cheeks.

You’re approaching your final year at the Akademiya. Time has flown by so fast. Way too fast for your liking. Finals week at the Akademiya was so stressful that you nearly fainted from lack of sleep and food because of how much you’d been forcing yourself to study for your final exams. It’s gotten to the point where you would go to Baizhu for IV fluids because you weren’t taking care of yourself. You even begged Baizhu not to tell the other men about it, but Changsheng ended up telling the others about it anyway.

You lacked the amount of sleep you needed every night during finals week, and your sleep schedule has been off ever since. Baizhu prescribed you melatonin pills to take every night before going to bed. But did you take them? In the beginning, you did take them every night! But did you continue to take them after the first few days? No, because it tasted disgusting and almost like chalk. It was so dry and powdery after you chewed it.

“I want to cry. I really do. I want to cry it all out to feel better, but I can’t. It’s like my tear ducts are dry, and there are no tears left to cry. I’m sad, I want to cry, but I feel so empty,” you whisper, letting your head hang low.

Childe wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. You close your eyes and let your body relax in Childe’s arms. You feel so tired, so worn out, so powerless. You want this feeling to stop. You want to feel happy, like how you were a few days ago.

You were so happy and content with your life, but it’s all crashing down around you, and there’s no way for you to stop it. You feel trapped. You feel claustrophobic. It feels like you’re buried under so much pressure, and the light at the end of the tunnel is getting farther and farther away from you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay. Remember to breathe and relax,” Childe whispers into your ears, stroking your hair while holding you close to him.

Ayato kneels in front of you while Kaeya and Cyno kneel beside him. Ayato squeezes your hand while Kaeya squeezes your other hand. Cyno rubs your biceps while whispering reassuring words to you.

“It’s okay to cry. I know it’s hard, but you’re subconsciously holding back your tears,” Ayato mutters, stroking your cheek.

You look away and squeeze your eyes shut. Why are you holding back your tears? Isn’t this what you wanted? You wanted to cry it all out to feel better, right? If so, then why are you trying so hard not to cry right now? Is it because it’s embarrassing? Or is it because you didn’t want to cry in front of the men?

“Don’t hold back your tears. It’s okay to cry, you know that, right?” Kaeya murmurs, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at your face.

You scrunch your face. “I know, but I’m an ugly crier! You all know that!” You whine, letting go of Kaeya and Ayato’s hands to cover your face. “My face gets all blotchy, and my eyes get so swollen that they nearly shut!” You mumble.

Cyno chuckles. “You may think that you’re an ugly crier, but I think you look adorable whenever you cry. It hurts me to see you cry, but sometimes it’s good to cry,” says Cyno, giving your bicep a squeeze.

You huff and peek at Cyno from behind your fingers. “You’re lying, I know you are,” you grumble playfully, your lips quivering.

It’s hard to tell whether you want to laugh or cry. This reminds you of that one time when Itto and Kaveh made you laugh so hard that you cried while laughing. And the ‘laughing until you cry’ type of laugh turned into you actually crying and no longer laughing. It was strange, and you and your twenty-five boyfriends have no idea how that happened.

Since then, the men have made sure not to make you laugh to the point where there are tears rolling down your cheeks. Your laughter is cute, and it brings everyone joy. Nobody wants to see tears streaming down your cheeks, even if you were laughing.

Just when Cyno’s about to respond, the door to your bedroom slams open, startling everyone. You look at the entrance to see Itto standing there with his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at the four men in your room before pointing at them.

“Times up, gentlemen! It’s our turn now!” Itto says as he, Gorou, Albedo, and Zhongli walks into your room casually.

You raise your eyebrows at the new guests while Kaeya, Cyno, Ayato, and Childe get off your bed and begin to exit your room. “The visitation was timed the entire time?” You ask, grabbing your throw blanket at the edge of your bed and wrapping it around yourself.

“Yes, the visitation is timed. We only decided on timing it because some people are going to hog you for themselves. We don’t want that to happen,” Capitano says, pulling the last person out of your room before closing the door.

After the door has shut, Gorou immediately latches himself by your side and rests his head on your shoulders with his arms around your waist. Itto huffs and narrows his eyes at Gorou, his bottom lip jutting out into a dramatic pout.

“How are you feeling, dearest? We noticed you didn’t leave your room today and were worried about you,” Zhongli says, sitting beside you at the edge of your bed.

You give Zhongli a weak smile. “If I have to be truthful, I’m sad, and I want to cry. Even though I feel this way, I can’t get myself to cry,” you reply, resting your cheek on Gorou’s head.

“It’s okay to feel that way. It’s going to sound repetitive once people are walking in and out of your room, but we mean it. It’s okay to feel sad and want to cry,” Gorou says softly, grabbing your hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

You reach out to Zhongli with your other hand, gesturing for him to come closer. Zhongli scoots over to your side and presses a kiss on the side of your head, lacing his fingers with yours. You squeeze Zhongli’s hands and give him a weak smile. It finally dawned on you that the men weren’t wearing their day-to-day attire. Instead, they were all wearing their comfortable clothes instead of shoes— who in the world wears shoes in the house if they’re not leaving the estate or just coming home from somewhere? Anyway, they’re either wearing slippers or just plain socks around the estate.

Albedo looks at you curiously. “You look like you have something on your mind. A Mora for your thoughts?” Albedo asks, resting his head on the palm of his hand.

You give Albedo a sheepish smile. “Ah, it’s nothing. I’m just glad that none of you are wearing shoes in the estate,” you say, releasing Zhongli’s hands and rubbing the back of your neck. “But other than that, there’s a lot going on in my mind, but it’s jumbled up.”

Itto plops on your bed and grabs the onikabuto plush, and lays on top of it. “Do you want to talk about it? I heard that you’ll feel better once you get something off your chest— the stuff that’s been bothering you, I mean,” says Itto, gazing at you curiously.

You plop forward on the bed, face burying into your mattress. What’s there to talk about? There are a lot of things you want to say, but you don’t think it's important. You’re sad, and it’s not because of a specific thing like failing an exam, even though you didn’t fail your exams. You aced that shit with flying colors because of the number of all-nighters you pulled.

Archons, but your success wasn’t for nothing. The countless all-nighters and tears shed while studying was insane, but regardless, you still passed with the highest mark in your class. Granted, you did fall asleep after submitting your exam while waiting for your classmates to complete theirs.

Gorou says, “I don’t want to make it seem like I’ve been eavesdropping, but I heard that you told the others you wanted to cry. Is there a reason why exactly? A-again! I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

You lift your head and see Gorou anxiously scratch his ears with a shy smile, his cheeks almost as red as the streaks in Itto’s hair. You smile at Gorou and roll over on your side, taking the onikabuto plush from Itto’s grasp before hugging it to your chest.

“I wanted to cry it out. I wanted to cry the sadness out, hoping it’ll make me feel better, but of course, I wouldn’t get myself to cry.” You sigh, rubbing the soft onikabuto plush.

Zhongli chuckles softly and runs his fingers through your hair. “You can’t force yourself to cry. Unless you’re an actor or trained yourself to do it, I don’t think it’ll be easy to do that,” Zhongli comments, lightly pinching your cheek.

“I can force myself to cry! All I have to do is think about something sad, and it should trigger tears! But, unfortunately, my tear ducts are dry,” you said lamely. “Plus, I’m an ugly crier, and I don’t want any of you to see my swollen eyes and puffy face when and after I cry.”

Albedo raises his eyebrows at you, the corners of his lips curving up. “But we’ve seen you cry plenty of times before,” says Albedo.

He’s not wrong. You nearly forgot about this one time when you cried for a week straight because of how stressed, tired, and frustrated you were with the Akademiya. It wasn’t about your grades or studies, it was that there were many opportunities offered to you, but you weren’t able to snatch them up because people would beat you to it because they succeeded more than you did in the Akademiya.

The students that were able to get these opportunities before you did were students of the Akademiya way before you were accepted. That, and they’re also incredibly intelligent and talented; they’re your seniors, and you look up to them. Heck, they were students there before you were thrown into Genshin Impact. Sometimes you forget that you’re in a video game, a video game you love so much because it keeps your mind occupied when the thoughts in your head are getting too loud for you to handle.

“Still. I’m an ugly crier, and it’s almost humiliating to be crying in front of people, no matter who they are.” You grumble.

The moment was interrupted by the door slamming open again. You sigh and turn to face the door, glaring at the perpetrator that slammed the door open. Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Aether, and Heizou look at you and the four Geo men sheepishly, rubbing the back of their necks or shaking their heads at one another. Then there’s Scaramouche, looking unapologetic compared to the other five beside him. Classic Scaramouche.

“You guys need to stop slamming doors open. If you guys continue to do that, the doorhandle will punch a hole in the wall someday,” you comment.

Aether points at you. “But it didn’t now, did it?” Aether asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “Not yet, it didn’t,” you grumble before turning to look at the Geo men with a small smile. “Looks like that’s your cue to leave.”

Before Zhongli, Albedo, Itto, and Gorou leave your bedroom, each man kisses your cheek, forehead, and head before walking towards the door. Once the last person left, Heizou closed the door while Venti trotted over to you and plopped on your bed with a smile.

Venti grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “How are you doing, Windblume? Need me to play a tune or two to distract you from your lingering thoughts?” Venti asks, lacing his fingers with yours.

You close your eyes and nod. “That would be nice, actually. I would love for you to play a few songs to distract me from my thoughts,” you reply, scooting closer to Venti.

Venti throws his arm over your torso and nuzzles up against you, resting his chin on your head, and closes his eyes. Aether, Kazuha, Heizou, Xiao, and Scaramouche sit on the edges of your bed, trying to get a better understanding of the situation.

Kazuha clears his throat. “Thoma would like for me to inform you that he and Diluc will be bringing lunch up for you to eat. You didn’t come down to eat, and it made everyone worried,” Kazuha says, brushing his fringe away from his eyes before smiling down at you.

You crack your eyes open and turn to look at Kazuha, smiling at him sleepily. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll say thank you to Diluc and Thoma when they’re here,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes. You yawn and stretch your arms, letting out a strained groan.

“Oh? Our time with you has just started. Are you getting bored of us already?” Scaramouche asks, raising his eyebrows at you while crossing his arms over his chest.

You blink at Scaramouche sleepily before facing the ceiling and letting your eyelids flutter shut. Now that you think about it, sleepiness is starting to overtake you. You lost count of how many times you’ve napped today, and here you are, on the verge of falling asleep at any moment. You exhale deeply through your nostrils and rub your eyes with the heel of your hands.

You jokingly say, “I’m not getting tired of the others, but I am getting tired of your sassiness, Scaramouche,” you say, peeking at him from between your fingers. “If you were nicer, maybe I wouldn’t get tired of your presence so quickly.”

Scaramouche narrows his eyes at you before reaching forward and pinching your nose hard. You groan and whack his hand away from your nose. Once Scaramouche releases your nose, you rub your aching nose while glaring at him. Xiao gives Scaramouche a disapproving look and nudges the man beside him, making Scaramouche roll his eyes at the Yaksha.

Heizou snorts and shakes his head. “I’m glad to see you have the energy to sass back at Scaramohche. I love seeing the sassy side of you, angel. You never cease to make me smile,” says Heizou, smiling at you sweetly.

You blink at Heizou, a lazy smile slowly making an appearance on your face. “I can say the same about you, Heizou. Seeing that cute smile of yours always brings a smile to my face,” you say, reaching toward Heizou.

Heizou grabs your hand before kissing your knuckles. Xiao closes his eyes and rests his head on his hand. He opens his eyes and stares at you intently. You give Xiao a small smile and pull your hand from Heizou’s grasp, brushing Xiao’s hair away from his face. Xiao continues to stare at you, not saying a word.

You look at Xiao with a questioning look. “What’s on your mind?” You ask.

Xiao blinks at you. “I should be the one asking you that question,” he murmurs, placing his hand over yours. “You know we’re always here for you, right?” Xiao asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I do, Xiao. I know that all of you are at my side no matter what,” you whisper.

Kazuha gets up and walks over to your desk, skimming his eyes over the contents on your table. Notes, chapstick, photo albums of you and the men, letters, pens, pencils, etc. Kazuha grabs the small picture frame on your desk and stares at the picture, a small smile appearing. “We want you to be happy, and it hurts us to see you go through this. Just know that you’re never alone, and you can come to us to talk about anything. We’ll do everything we can to help you,” Kazuha murmurs, turning around and leaning on your desk.

You roll over on your bed and get off your bed, stretching your legs after laying in your bed for however long. You stretch your arms and legs. “I know I can rely on all of you. The only issue is me feeling like a burden whenever I come to you guys for help,” you reply.

“You will never be a burden to us all, [Y/N]. You mean the world to us, and we’re incredibly proud of you for your achievements since your arrival,” Aether says, standing before you.

Your bottom lip quivers at Aether’s comment. You shake your head and look away from Aether, pressing your lips into a thin line. Just when you thought your tear ducts were dry and you couldn’t get yourself to shed a tear, Aether somehow manages to strike a chord in you.

You’re so drained from the last few weeks that you can barely remember conversations from a few minutes ago. Hearing Aether say that (the others before him probably said the same thing, but to be frank, your memory can’t go that far at the moment) makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You also feel relieved, in a way. Almost seen.

Heizou’s eyes widen. “You’re not going to cry, are you?” Heizou asks, getting up from the bed and immediately standing beside Aether in front of you.

Venti and Scaramouche look from over Aether and Heizou’s shoulders, looking at you worriedly. You laugh and shake your head, unsure of how to answer. Yeah, you’re about to cry, but you don’t want to admit it because, again, it’s humiliating to cry in front of people, no matter how close you are to them.

Scaramouche snorts and walks to you. “You don’t need to lie about crying. We know that you haven’t been feeling like yourself lately, and it’s okay if you want to cry,” Scaramouche caresses your cheek and brushes the stray tear that made its way down your cheek.

Venti stops beside Scaramouche and nudges him. “You’re going to make them cry! You know it’ll hurt me to see them cry!” Venti whispers, giving Scaramouche a tight-lipped smile.

Your once-closed bedroom door slams open, startling everyone in the room. The tears you were about to shed soon disappear, and you close your eyes, shaking your head. One day…. One day, the doorknob is going to make a hole in the wall with how many times these men have slammed your bedroom door open.

“We’ll be cutting the separate visitation short due to time,” Pierro says.

Diluc and Thoma shoot each other a look when they walk into your room with trays of food and snacks.

“Why so sudden? And don’t say time because you said that already,” Diluc says, narrowing his eyes at the first Harbinger.

Thoma shakes his head and places the food tray on your nightstand before gesturing for you to come over. You give Scaramouche’s hand a squeeze before walking to the nightstand where Thoma is standing beside. You sit on your bed and grab the food tray, placing it on your lap and taking a slice of the small pizza.

Thoma sits beside you and rubs your back. “I know you get this asked a lot already, but how are you feeling? Your eyes are a little bit red,” Thoma murmurs, tilting his head to the side while gazing at you worriedly.

You wipe your mouth and look at the pizza before you. “I’m exhausted. Everything is draining, and I’m trying my best to feel better,” you reply. “Maybe I’m feeling this way because I’m hungry.”

Thoma pats his shoulder. “You can rest your head on my shoulders if you’d like.” Thoma offers, giving you a closed-eye smile.

You smile and silently thank him before laying your head on his shoulder while taking a bite out of the slice of pizza in your hand. While you’re eating your pizza, more men start to pile into your bedroom, trying not to push each other over.

Baizhu places a prescription bottle on your nightstand. “These are your melatonin pills. I recommend taking them every day an hour before your usual bedtime,” he says, smiling at you.

You nod and continue to space out while finishing up your pizza.

“Do you, perhaps, want to talk to us about anything? Anything to get off your chest?” Al Haitham asks, sitting on the ground in front of you.

You shake your head, continuing to eat your pizza while staring into space. Your eyelids are beginning to feel heavy, making you cover your mouth and yawn.

Tighnari sits beside you, sighing and stroking your hair. “You don’t need to explain anything to us, alright? Finish up your pizza, and we’ll let you get some sleep,” Tighnari murmurs.

You shake your head and place the slice of pizza on the plate, putting the tray on the nightstand beside the melatonin pills. “I’m just going to bed right now. I don’t think I can finish my food,” you murmur, hunching over and burying your face in your hand.

Kaveh sighs in relief. “We’re just glad that you ate something. On an unrelated note, I call dibs on snuggling with you!” Kaveh says, pushing Thoma and Tighnari away while climbing onto your bed.

Al Haitham glares at Kaveh while Kaveh gets comfortable on your bed and pulls your blanket over his body. “Are you serious right now, Kaveh?” Al Haitham grumbles.

Kaveh shrugs. “Hey, I called dibs! If you want to snuggle with [Y/N], then you can do it on your own time when I’m not the one that’s snuggling with them,” Kaveh retorts.

Kaveh pokes your back to grab your attention and pats the spot beside him. You rest your head on Kaveh’s biceps, snuggling against his chest while he tosses the blanket over your body.

Dottore chuckles and nudges Kaveh with his foot. “Just to let you know, we’ll allow you to snuggle with [Y/N]....” Dottore trails off.

From across the room, Dainsleif raises his eyebrows at Dottore, crossing his arms over his chest. “If….?”

Pantalone smiles innocently. “If we all get to take turns, of course! It wouldn’t be fair for the rest of us, now, would it?” Pantalone asks.

Kaveh huffs and wraps his arms over your torso, burying his face into your neck. “Fine, we can do that.” Kaveh mutters against your neck.

Capitano looks over at you. “Are you okay with that?”

You nod, hugging Kaveh’s arm. “I’m okay with that. I feel safe and comfortable when I’m with all of you,” you whisper, slowly dozing off. “Thank you for being there for me. I really appreciate it.”

Thoma smiles and strokes your hair. “We’ll always be there for you, [Y/N]. Now, get some sleep.”

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was each man taking turns kissing your forehead goodnight.

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princesssmars · 1 year ago

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cant live without a poly ship so pjhazel with reader...light (?) nsfw. making out and allusions to more. fem cheerleader reader. are there any pj fics i mean this is rachel sennot we're talkin about. not gonna proofread we die like jeff should have. reuploading bc tumblr hates me and wont make my posts show up on the tags.

maybe reader is a cheerleader who both of the girls have a crush on, made difficult by them being...friends. aka pj has had a crush on hazel for years and has tried to stomp it down into the dust while hazel tries to forget about her feelings. which definitely always works.

you probably didnt notice them before the fight club, but once you join its hard not to. you like hazel because she's genuinely so nice to everyone and cute in that "you kinda scare me but i weirdly really like it", and you like pj because while her attraction is so obvious by the way she refuses to hit you, constantly adjusting your posture, and how you've caught her staring at your ass about twenty damn times already. but shes cute in a "you're obviously a loser but your desperation kinda turns me on way."

maybe pj catches on to how close you're getting to hazel, then being the hotheaded ass she is (affectionately) confronts hazel about it, telling her if she was a real friend she'd do her a solid and back the hell off ??? obviously hazel isnt falling for it, saying they should leave it up to you to decide who you're interested in.

lucky for them you invite them for a study date at your house that night ! when they ring your doorbell pj is nitpicking hazels button-up, getting surprised when hazel bites back and critiques her plaid zip up jacket because really? plaid?

they both quickly shut up when you open the door, smiling casually like you arent standing in front of them in a lacy bra and shorts, turning around inviting them up to your room as you expect them to follow you. they do, of course. (hazel makes sure to clowe and lock your front door beacuse shes. polite. yeah.)

the fake studying you do is dreadfully boring. hazel tries to pay attention to the work, while pj is flirting with you and getting more flustered the harder you flirt back. eventually you get sick of the bullshit, grabbing her by that fugly plaid jacket and bringing her lips down to yours.

you have to pull back only three seconds in when to your shock the brunette lets out the loudest groan you've ever heard and brings her hands up to squish your breasts, looking slightly embarrassed as giggle at her and brush some of her frizzy hair back away from her face.

a mix between a shaky inhale and a snort reminds you of the other person in the room, turning to see hazel with such a strong grip on her pencil you're slightly scared shes going to stab herself with it.

you ask her "dont laugh at her, you think you could do better?" and before you know it she's crawling towards you from the bottom of your bed and kissing you with the passion of a long lost lover.

you have to admit you're slightly surprised at how proficient she is at kissing, knowing just the right way to tilt your head and graze your lips with her tongue. it makes you so light headed you fall onto your back on the covers, hazel never giving you a chance to pull away as she follows you down and cages you in.

you make out with her for another minute or two before gently pushing her off to catch a breath, your chest rising up and down at a mile a minute. once your head clears more, you look above you to see hazel looking almost nervous. her eyes dart from you to the space to your left, and you tilt her head to see pj doing the same.

"you guys can kiss too, yknow. i wont mind. it'd be pretty hot actually."

you meant it as half of a joke but your breath catches in your throat when pj grips the sides of hazels head and kisses her. well, more like starts licking at the area around her mouth, but with a little guidance its not long before the two are in a heated makeout above you, the sight and the sounds they're making turning you on in ways you didnt think was possible.

you press a hand into both of their chests, the girls pulling apart and looking at you like they're both waiting for your command.

yeah, you were gonna have fun with this.

was looking at hazel tiktoks and a comment complained about the lack of stuff about her on wattpad, then someone said to head over here and sometimes i forget that. u r real people. reading what i write. so. whats up.

#bottoms movie #bottoms x reader #pj x reader #pj #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader

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machveil · 1 month ago

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Will we be seeing Konig in fluffy sweaters or scarves or hats as the seasons get colder? Also may we have a peak at the WIP list? -🐸

so… I may or may not have ~24 drafts right now - that said, I want to say, like, five are done and waiting to be posted/reread. my inbox is also stuffed thank you thank you thank you. I actually have eight of yours all in various stages of being written - Johnny snooping on Simon’s ‘housekeeper’ is the one closest to being posted!

otherwise, I have a wide variety: I have a Neighbor!König ask (🍄), a couple König x M!Reader asks, König having a bus stop crush (🐰), more Loser!König asks thank you sobbing over him, and a couple CoD Headcanons amongst a lot of other things

uuh even though it sounds like I’m drowning in asks please keep sending them in haha, I don’t mind and it’s never a bother. I usually answer random, miscellaneous asks a little quicker (unless it explodes my brain, then it becomes a big fic). Tumblr’s been good about not eating asks so just assume it’s in the works and it will be see the light of day at some point

König, first of all, despises being sick. everything sucks - he gets watery eyes, a stuffy nose - usually results in him breathing through his mouth, and he feels like death. so, when König notices the air getting a little colder he breaks out all his winter clothes. he keeps them in a box in his closest, they only appear for the autumn and winter

König’s mama definitely bundled him up as a child. a big, warm scarf and gloves she made herself, a massive, thick jacket that swallowed him - if König wanted to go outside and it was cold out he had to wear layers. it’s sort of been ingrained in his head, as an adult he has the same mentality. he’s already a big, broad man, but come autumn? his massive, puffy jacket looks ridiculous makes him look even bulkier

König does appreciate the colder seasons though - he genuinely likes wearing sweaters, but he can only do it when it’s in season. he tries to wear thick, comfortable sweaters at home in late spring and summer but he gets too hot, even with the AC blasting. he can maybe get away with wearing a sweater if he’s somewhere naturally cooler, but even then he might start sweating a lot

König doesn’t skimp on warm comfort food during the colder seasons. a classic chicken soup, snacking on *erdäpfelknödel and having them as a side with some hot stew. König associates soups with the colder seasons, he’ll bundle up in a warm sweater and call his mama while he cooks her recipes. his mama never writes down her recipes because she knows them (duh, König) so he always has to consult her. he tried writing a recipe down once… she found out and refused to cook his favorite food when he visited home. he had to record himself tearing up the paper he wrote on before she would cook his favorite food again - his siblings constantly bring it up whenever she cooks for him

*I Googled Austrian comfort foods and, god, those look good?? love a good potato dumpling

#blog stuff #blog info #konig #könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig headcanons #cod #cod thoughts #call of duty #hit post

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tello-fellow · 7 months ago

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Hold on I'm dusting all the cobwebs off of this blog

Hello! I know it's been a while and I'm very sorry for not being as active on this blog like before but I have art the people here on tumblr haven't seen yet!

This is a valentine's day post i made in February that i posted to my insta but strangely never posted here

It's boys out on a valentine's date! Here's something I wrote in regards to this art in caption on Instagram!

"When it comes to Timmy and Jimmy I always feel like they have a really comfortable relationship where they don't need to necessarily go on super big or exciting dates to have fun together. I feel like they could be grocery shopping together or taking Godard for a walk and that would count as a date for them. It doesn't really matter where they go as long as they're having a good time together! The same is true for Valentines day, they don't feel like they need to get each other gifts, going to get pizza and candy is good enough.

In this piece specifically Timmy is going on some rant about someone who pissed him off and Jimmy is listening intently because he likes hearing his boyfriend talk. Timmy's a yapper what can I say. They'd be that couple that constantly talks shit because these two are sassy losers with massive egos. They're perfect for each other!"

Thank you so much for sticking around even when I'm inactive

Love y'all ☆

#fairly oddparents #jimmy neutron #nicktoons unite #timmy turner #jimmytimmy #timmyjimmy #jimmy timmy power hour #my art

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slashisms · 2 years ago

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a mutual understanding

pairing: billy loomis x reader

rating: M. 18+, minors dni

warnings: possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, violence mention, slight dom/sub dynamic

word count: 1.4k

summary: modern!au inspired by some tumblr post i saw.

a/n: i wrote this on mobile so if grammar gets you hard, skip!

billy loomis is possessiveness personified. not in a jealous or overbearing way, or because of any unspoken insecurity (so he says). it’s a character trait. if you’re with him, you have to belong to him. you accept those parts of him as easily as you accept his wit or charm or humor. he’s been upfront with you about it, what he expects and how he wants you to behave. honestly, it looks unpleasant from the outside, but the last thing on his mind is what anyone thinks. you wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t enjoy it and your opinion is the only one that has a hope of mattering.

he’s never more than a foot from you if he can help it and keeps a very close eye on you when he can’t. he dislikes when you’re out of his sight, touching you at all times. every second his arm is around your waist or shoulder, a hand on your arm or hip or thigh or ass. he wants you close, where no one else can look at or reach you without catching his eye and invoking his wrath.

he’s a firm believer that people around you shouldn’t be allowed to look at you too freely. the moment he took an interest in you, he made it his mission to prevent strangers from approaching you. he’s like a scary dog, glaring at them with dark eyes that promise violence. he made it clear to everyone you were his. walking with billy’s arm around your waist, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd and darting to you every so often with a tiny smirk is a common sight.

when he catches someone glance at you for too long, his dead eyes bore into theirs, face void of any expression, but with a clear message: fuck around and find out. very few have found out, quickly choosing to direct their attention elsewhere. the ones that have are surprised by the strength behind billy’s lithe form, the viper like quickness behind each movement and the unrelenting bloodlust in his attacks. he’s a sight to behold, a whirlwind of limbs and an unhinged grin on his face. he lives for bare knuckled violence done in your honor, like a prayer of one fucked up heretic. if he thought you’d let him kill for you, he would.

thankfully, you draw the line at beating up assholes who don’t know how to take no for an answer. it’s the closest to worshipping you he’s going to get, shoving the face of some prick into gravel until he coughs out an apology. he knows you’re truly made for him because your eyes sparkle, voice low and sultry as you smile up at him and murmur, ‘thank you, billy,’ afterwards. the two of you are shameless, eye fucking until you can find a place to be alone (your decision, not his. he’d tie the guy up and fuck you right there let’s be honest.)

as much as he wants to, billy can’t put his hands on everyone. particularly, losers in your DMs. he despises social media and the shallow, vapid people who gather on there like sycophants and no matter what he says, you don’t share the same burning hatred. it only takes one good picture of you— and they’re all beautiful, for the desperate creeps to come crawling in. it’s almost a ritual: you post, choosing to ignore any incoming notifications while he scrolls through them and soon after it’s not long before he’s discarding your phone for the rest of the night while he fucks you senseless.

if he’s feeling particularly cruel, he’ll record you on it, ignoring the way you stammer and protest. he works smoothly to cajole you into it, forcing you to show him who you belong to. the way you shout his name has his heart in a chokehold, he’ll never let you leave him. you’re quick to block all of them later, even if you are amused by how annoyed he gets.

billy feels it doesn’t send enough of a message, that you’d never think of entertaining them because you have everything you could possibly want and need from him. he’s painfully aware of how lucky he is to have you, you’re gorgeous and smart and compassionate. he satisfies you and they should know it.

speaking of, he’s laying in your bed on your phone when he sees a notification. it’s not even a real message, a pathetic attempt from a spineless coward that’s never gotten past ‘Hello’ with a woman and communicates like a child. that’s what the sad heart eyes emoji he’s sent conveys.

why does this guy think he could pull you with a fucking emoji? as far as compliments go, it’s laughable. you deserve to be exalted. it makes him angrier. if they’re going to ignore the clear signs of a happy relationship he insists you leave all over your page, they could at least be a viable alternative. as the equivalent to dog shit left on the sidewalk, their audacity was infuriating.

billy reaches for you where you’re curled into his side, occupied with the movie you’re watching until you’re distracted by his soft touches to your skin. you look up at him, raising your eyebrows. he’s able to slide his hand under your neck and a thrill runs through him at the way you tilt your head to give him better access, without question. your skin is warm and your pulse thrums softly under his fingers. “c’mere,” he orders, pulling you forward.

you melt under him as he kisses you, arching eagerly into his mouth. he squeezes the sides of your neck softy, a firm pressure that has you settling down obediently. he moves from your lips to your neck, placing gentle kisses on the hollow of your throat. your pleased sigh is followed by a squeak of surprise when he bites you, sucking and dragging his tongue against your skin until the blood vessels burst. bruising appears faint on your skin which billy has always taken as a challenge. his experienced mouth has your skin coloring in no time, ignoring the whimpers you let out beneath him.

you easily distract him from his original intentions, pupils blown wide, chest heaving and lips parted into an adorable pout. he can’t resist climbing on top of you, lording over you for a moment to gaze at your expression. no one else would ever see you like this. “billy, please,” you whine.

he bites back a smile. you’re so cute, not even sure what you’re asking for, content to let him decide what to give you and when. it feels as if he’s gonna burst into flames. “open your mouth, sweetheart,” he murmurs and you do.

fuck, he wants to ruin you. to see how much you’ll take, what you’ll let him do. he curls four fingers around your jaw and pushes his thumb into your mouth. your eyes flutter closed and you wrap your plush lips around the digit, lavishing attention onto it with your tongue. he’s painfully hard, all coherent thought rushing south with his blood. “good girl,” he praises just to watch you squirm, rubbing thighs he knows are soaked together.

as much as he wants to fuck you, he still has to address the matter at hand. when he pulls out your phone, your eyebrows furrow and your eyes move around his face. you don’t say anything, waiting for his direction or explanation. the power you give him over you makes his cock throb, he’s aching to be inside of you, to mark you inside and out. he leans forward and presses your foreheads together. “you’re mine.” he says darkly. “all these fuckers begging for your attention, but that’s mine too. all of you, every inch. isn’t it, baby?”

and you’re perfect, nodding along to his every word, eyes wide and desperate. he pulls back to take the picture, sending it without a second thought. it’s a close up, nothing visible besides his hand wrapped around your throat and the bruising on your skin but he’s committed the image you make to memory. the message ‘she’s not interested’ follows the picture and within seconds, the seen notification appears.

billy’s done with this nobody, he’s got an obedient little angel to take care of. he tosses your phone on the bed and focuses all his attention on you. the guy unsends the message. so does every one after him.

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x black!reader #slasher x reader #black!reader #reader insert #black reader insert #mine.txt #an impulse upload 😋#drabble.txt

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munsons-melody · 10 months ago

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the russian starlette (prelude)

summary: after taking a job at starcourt, you accidentally get entangled with russians underneath the mall who decided to experiment on you, causing you to gain telekinetic powers

pairing: female!henderson!reader x eddie munson x steve harrington?

cw: none

word count: 1.0k

a/n: this part of the fic takes place in s3/the summer of 1985 and follows the storyline of s3 closely

✰ part one: the prelude

✰ part two: the experiment

✰ part three: the return (coming soon)

masterlist

i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

god you wish you never took that stupid job at starcourt mall, but steve was a little too convincing...

"c'mon y/n, we'll go in, apply to a couple of places and if we hear back that's great and then you can save up for a car and i'll save up for college or whatever" steve explained as you sat in his car outside the mall

the engine was turned off, leaving you to contemplate in the silence, your head leaning against the window and your body facing him in the drivers seat

"i don't know steve... a job at the mall?" you questioned and he looked at you with eyes sweeter than honey

"look, you've been saying yourself you feel bad i'm driving you everywhere and that your mom would meet you halfway on the price of a car" he said, using your own words against you

"yeah and eddie's not around to drive me too" you said sadly

you sighed

okay fine, part of the reason you didn't want to get a job at starcourt was because your boyfriend eddie was touring around america with some new band called guns n' roses and it made you feel like the biggest loser that you're stuck in the the middle of nowhere indiana working at a mall

but you knew steve was right, and that you couldn't depend on eddie to drive you to school anymore, and that you felt bad that steve had been driving the two of you around the past few months

you knew you needed the independence so you sighed, and got up, your back cracking a little in the process

"fine, let's go get a job but i'm not dealing with anything with food" you said as the two of you got out of the car and shut the doors

"yeah i'm sorry but you really just can't cook for shit" steve laughed and the two of you started walking inside

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after a month at working at the gap, and seeing your paycheck, things weren't too bad working at the mall

steve got his job at scoops ahoy and luckily, his schedule somehow coincided with yours so he would drive the two of you

you had talked to eddie a few times over the past week, last time you guys spoke he said he was somewhere on the east coast and he was very happy for you and your new job

of course, you still felt like a loser working at the gap in hawkins while your boyfriend is an actual rockstar but steve made the mall bareable

plus, you finally became friends with robin, a girl you would always see around school but never talked to

the three of you would hang out constantly, and you were just happy in your little life of sneaking into the movies with them, or when steve would finish up before you and bother you in the store by trying on random clothes to keep you entertained till you left an hour later

that was until dustin came home from summer camp

you had finished up early at your shift at the gap, and walked over to scoops ahoy to bother steve and robin for the remainder of their shifts

it was nearing dinner time, meaning, most people weren't getting ice cream to eat, leaving the shop empty but you heard the three of them bustling around in the back

you rang the bell, and steve opened up the small window that separated the back room from the front counter

"oh hey y/n, we're just uh- doing stuff back here..." steve said, glancing behind him and then back to you

"wait it's y/n?" you heard dustin say and suddenly his face appeared next to steve's

"come back here, quickly and calmly, i need to tell you something huge" dustin said and you did as you were told

a few minutes later, dustin had explained how he picked up a russian transmission, and that they were trying to crack a secret russian code

hours after hours, you continued to listen to the same message over and over again till eventually you all figured out they were talking about the mall

which led you to the next problem, getting past the big scary russian with a big gun guarding the door

"or i could take him out" steve said nonchalantly

"take who out?" robin questioned

"the guard?" steve replied

"did you forget the part about the big gun?" dustin asked with an annoyed tone

but that guy was the least of your worries

after the secret elevator plummeted down to a crash on the bottom floor, and all five of you slipped through the elevator doors, you were on to finding more of the russians underneath starcourt

after walking for what seemed like miles, you all stumbled upon the hub full of russian guards, scientists, doctors, along with the comms room

and of course chaos ensued again

once in the comms room, you were taken aback by seeing someone in the room with you

robin tried to say the code to the russian man before steve started screaming and charged at the man, knocking him out

"you did it! you won a fight!" dustin exclaimed before a bigger issue caught your eye, the russian's were attempting to open the gate with a large machine which instantly made your stomach drop

alarms started blaring when the guards noticed the five of you, causing panic to ensue and everyone started running

your heart was pounding as everyone scrambled to outrun the guards, steve knocking over giant steel barrels in attempts to slow them down when you all ran into a room, slamming the door behind you

steve pressed his body against the door to keep it shut

"help me!" he yelled as the you and robin ran to him, pressing against the door with all your might

you watched as dustin and erica climbed up stairs and started descending into a hole in the floor

the weight of the guards pushing back seemed to be getting greater and greater

"i'll never forget you!" dustin screamed

"go!" you all screamed in unison as dustin shut the hatch

the guards eventually pushed open the door, causing everyone to go flying

it all went in slow motion as they opened the door, the weight of the push had sent your body flying to the wall, knocking you into complete darkness

to be continued…

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theapangea · 10 months ago

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Two First Dates - Part 1

Chapter Title: The Set Up

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 2205

Summary: After hearing about your date with Eddie Munson, Steve decides to finally ask you out.

Warning: None.

A/N: A series I wrote a while ago but finally moving it over to Tumblr! Enjoy my loves!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist <3

Today was weirdly peaceful. Normally, Fridays are busy but today seemed oddly quiet. There were no last minute dads getting off of work trying to figure out which children’s movie to rent or a couple wondering what movie would be good background noise for their make out session.

The day mostly consisted of you and Steve doing your job’s mundane duties. To be honest, it was a little tense between the two of you lately. Nothing in particular stuck out in your mind, but it seemed like Steve didn’t want to talk to you at all. You would notice that his eyes would linger just a bit too long and he would avoid any and all situations that involved talking to you. Something was bugging him and you just decided to leave it at that.

You spent most of the day rewinding tapes, stocking, and ignoring Steve. He seems to always spend his days the same, trying to get a date. He hasn’t been all that lucky since high school and sometimes you kind of felt bad for him. He would go out with any girl who happened to say yes to his boyish charm yet come in the next day complaining about their horrible date and her horrible kissing.

You didn’t want to hear about Steve's excuse for a dating life. Not because it wasn’t funny as hell to see him struggle to keep a girlfriend, but because you were somewhat jealous of the other girls he would give his attention to. You wouldn’t dare to ever say this outloud, but Steve was definitely someone you have a major crush on.

If you are a girl from Hawkins, you have had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in your life. Your crush just seemed to never dissipate.

“You’re really going on a date with Eddie Munson?” Steve basically shouted from behind the counter, pulling you from your mindless thoughts.

You look over the rack of movies in front of you, your hands automatically fixing them as you respond, “What…” you pause for a brief moment, “how did you hear about that?”

“Robin.” He chuckled. He couldn’t believe that you would go on a date with that loser willingly.

“It’s none of your business Steve.” You groan while putting another tape onto the shelf. It was true though, you were going on a date with Eddie Munson tonight but you didn’t want Steve’s opinion about the matter.

“It is when you’re going out with that freak.” He cringes at the thought of you and Eddie Munson actually going on a date. You groan in frustration at his comment. Vowing now to never listen to Steve Harrington ever again.

You put a couple more tapes on the shelf. You could feel his presence next to you before he states, “I didn’t even think he was your type.” It was almost like he was intentionally trying to stand too close.

“What exactly do you think my type is Steve?” You questioned.

Steve instantly stands up a little straighter, pulling his vest down a bit. Clearly indicating that he was your type. Where would he even get that idea? You never said anything to anybody about your crush on Steve. Do you think he knows? Do you think he is playing with you to make you confess that you are in love with him?

“You wish,” you scoff at his inaudible comment and push past him. To be honest, you wished you could build up the courage to tell Steve how you really felt. This whole love-hate friendship thing that has been going on for the past couple of months has been torture. You loved the teasing and the way he would wear that cocky smile after a snarky remark made you want to kiss him even more. But you never got the feeling that he felt the same way.

“Come on, go out with me tonight.” He follows closely behind. His request sends shivers down your spine. The words you always wanted to hear were now being spoken yet at the worst possible time in your life. Fuck Steve Harrington for always having the worst timing.

“You can’t just now ask me on a date because you know I am going out with Eddie.” You turn around to face hime, pointing out his obvious intentions. “Also, you should ask me out because you want to not because it’s to stop me from dating Eddie.” You add, your eyes meeting his and suddenly his presence feels extremely close.

You can see he was examining your face. Examining what you were actually thinking and wanting to take all of you in. You were standing so close that you could see the same razor scars that lined his chin. You could see the slight emptiness in his eyes and the pressure of growing up too fast.

Your mind racing with all the things you wanted to say to him but never got the chance. Let’s face it, you were so small compared to what he had to offer. You turn back around before he could read too much further into the obvious expression on your face. Your safety behind the counter and computer couldn’t have come quicker. The soft clicking sound of your fingertips typing away filled the small store.

Steve huffs, his forearms resting on top of the counter, “Y/N, I do want too. Plus you will have way more fun with me anyways.” He adds, his puppy dog eyes tearing a piece of your heart away as you try to stay mad but can’t.

You could feel yourself giggling at his remark. Damn Steve. He had this way of getting under your skin yet also being able to get himself on your good side. He could talk himself into and out of any situation, especially with you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but instead of actually asking you out on a date he would do anything to stop you from going on them.

He wasn’t as confident as he wanted the world to view him as. He was lonely and heartbroken. Never fully recovering from dating Nancy Wheeler and never fully recovered from all the rejection since. He went from King Steve of Hawkins High to some unknown dude in the video store. How pathetic, his father always told him.

But he liked it there, he liked hanging out with Robin…and you. Even though he would never confess actually wanting to hang out with you to your face. You were the reason he wasn’t lonely during the week while Robin was at school. You were the person who laughed at his jokes even if they weren’t that funny. Steve couldn’t believe that he was finally able to ask you out, the only bad part was that you were going on a date with Eddie first. Good job, Steve.

You stop typing for a moment and meet his gaze. His mind was trying to find the right words, any words to save himself.

“Eddie and I have a lot in common, which is why I said yes. Plus he had the guts to actually ask me out.” You confess, your words stinging more than you intended. But you were right, if Steve would have actually asked you out any other time than you would be more than willing to go with him. Hell, he was the one putting you in this situation.

“Fine.” Steve groans, his forehead now resting on the counter. You finally thought that you had won, that he was finally going to leave you alone. You go back to the computer screen, inputting the number on the tape cover.

“But we are going out tomorrow.” He demands. His confidence finally finding its voice.

You giggle again. How could he be so demanding all the time? How could he just keep asking after you basically said no? “I’m not sure if I’m free.” You pretend to think about his offer when in reality you couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington continued to keep asking you out on a date. You almost had to pinch yourself, really hoping this was not some sort of dream.

“I know you aren’t.” He wasn’t appeased by the joke, “I am picking you up at 5 tomorrow.”

“Isn’t that a little early for dinner?” A puzzled look landing on your face.

“5 in the morning, duh.” He clarifies. The smile that formed on his face was unlike any other. You were now this big prize that he has won and he was happy to be able to show you off. The fact that he was finally able to go on a real date with you was amazing and nerve-wrecking.

“Morning?” You repeat as he walks away without another word. Why 5 in the morning? Why in the world would Steve want to even get up that early on a Saturday? You wondered what kind of plans he could possibly have at 5 in the morning.

It was a little awkward for the rest of your shift together. Steve seemed oddly pleased with himself after your little interaction and you seemed completely torn between these two dates. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you were going on a date with someone who has actually made it clear that he wanted to date you. And on the other hand, you are going to go on a date with the literal man of your dreams.

In a way, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because it felt like you were dragging Eddie into this situation. You knew in your heart that Steve was the one, but you weren’t completely sure if Steve really felt the same way. He could just really not want you to date Eddie and would do anything to stop it.

Eddie has been asking you out nonstop since sophomore year of high school and Steve never gave you a second look in high school. Steve was one of your best friends and Eddie was someone you lost touch with after graduation.

You couldn’t make a decision between the two of them. How could you? How could you pick between them? You never thought in your small town life that two very attractive men would try and date you around the same time.

The neverending thoughts of the next 24 hours and your next two dates made the rest of the day go by quickly. You had barely spoken five words to Steve since he asked you out. You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.

When the clock struck 6pm and it was finally time to go home. You couldn’t help but to try and high tail it out the door without so much as a goodbye to your coworker. Coworker, that’s all he was. He wasn’t your knight in shining armor like you wanted him to be. He was a coworker that you see often and there's nothing much to it. You tried to remind yourself but it just wasn’t working.

“You still want a ride home?” Steve calls while locking the doors and before you are out of earshot.

You stop before your feet leave the short sidewalk. Contemplating if you still need the ride home. In reality, you do, that was the reason you asked in the first place. But after today and your mind going thousands of miles per an hour, the last place you wanted to be is stuck in a metal box with Steve.

You turn on your heels, knowing that if he drove you home it would give you more time to get ready for your date with Eddie. “Sure” You huff.

“Don’t act so sad.” He opens the car door for you.

Most of the car ride was silent to say the least. Awkward, yes. Uncomfortable, yes. But you liked driving with Steve. He’s given you a ride home a couple of times and he’s always so talkative. But today was different, he seemed quiet and distant. The radio hummed lowly but the silence was too much to bear.

“You can still go out tonight with me instead.” He finally breaks the tension, before putting the car in park in front of your house.

You continue to look forward. You could feel his eyes burning a whole into your head, trying to figure out what is going on in your brain.

“Steve, drop it.” You look over at him, his sight almost taking your breath away, “Besides what if I like Eddie more and just don’t want to go on the date with you tomorrow?” You snark.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Steve rebuttals, knowing damn well that he is right.

The breathy chuckle escapes your lips as you just cannot believe this day. It was so far away from what you expected that you almost don’t believe you are alive right now. You got out of the car not saying another word. The loud bang of the car door echoing for miles.

“Hey,” He shouts, leaning forward over the passenger seat, “I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

You try to conceal the smile that has formed. Damn this day, damn the date, and damn Steve Harrington.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think!! <3

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #stranger things steve #steve harrington

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hangmanbradshaw · 1 year ago

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Happy ho-ho-holidays everybody!! As a celebration, I'm going to be posting fic related treats (new chapters, new fics, one shots, story add ons, snippets, etc) each day, a chaotic advent calendar of sorts full of my (and your so voted) favorite things. I hope y'all have as much fun with this as I do. Some of it I have planned, some I'm taking the inspo as it comes so ;) you never know what I'll run with

Day 1: i find myself running home to your sweet nothings (IWTBY Part 3, chap 1) tumblr post

Day 2: sometimes all it takes is a thursday (javy pov one shot: After the mission, Javy watches Jake and Bradley become Jake and Bradley again, and then become more, OR, Jake and Bradley become friends again, and sometimes love is actually easy.)

Day 3: that little farm where every wish comes true chap 5 (hallmark sugar daddy au) tumblr post

Day 4: i talk a big game that i'm scared of losin' (one shot: Jake's a professor ready to jump back into the dating pool, Bradley's a little rough around the edges, and Nat swears they're perfect for each other. She might be right. OR Jake dumps his loser ex and moves to California to be near Nat and Javy. Nat knows a guy, and sometimes opposites attract.)

Day 5: and i feel like my castle's crumbling down (Bradley POV add on to rival princes au. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” All it took was nine words for Bradley's heart to rebuild and break again.)

Day 6: santa, can't you hear me chap 2 (Jake Seresin didn't want to live the lyrics of Last Christmas, but in the aftermath of a breakup, he finds himself meeting someone different, someone maybe even special, in the form of a reporter sent to do a profile on him. Bradley Bradshaw wasn't what he expected, but maybe that's a good thing. The rest, well, he can honestly say he never saw it coming.)

Day 7: take me home where we met so many years before (one shot: On the day of Jake and Bradley's wedding, three best friends look back on how they got there. OR the Seresin-Bradshaw guide to laying under the stars through all stages of life) (aka the FGCC's fault lmao love you guys)

Day 8: cuz you know i love the players and you love the game (one shot: Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. OR. Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't))

Day 9: the set it up/football/baseball/fall in love with the city idea that almost was (before I went with IWTBY which I'd been dreaming up for so long)

Day 10: santa, can't you hear me chap 3 finale

#love you all!!!#2023 has been good to me so this is my gift to the universe vibes #figured i'd start off with a bang #i'm excited about some of my plans and im open to ideas #anyways! enjoy #thoughts?#steph's stuff #steph's 10 days of ficmas

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slutsofren · 1 year ago

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would you mind writing a little ficlet (or hcs) of the batboys and reader taking care of their newborn?

ever since i read the oneshot where reader goes into labor, i've been going FERAL at the thought of the batboys being loving dads set in the hloc universe🥺🥺

but only if you're comfortable and if you want to!!! you don't have to do this if you don't want to, no hard feelings 💜

OOH THIS IS GOOD

okay so i should start with a blanket message. i, personally, do not have children, i do not know how to raise a child save for a cat who is my pride and joy. i do not wish to have a child in my life. with that being said i will likely get a lot of things (lol everything) wrong in more detailed ways but hey, that's why this is a fantasy fic right lol

as always, details under the cut!! i went for general attitudes towards your pregnancy in the high lady universe but if you want something a wee bit different just shoot on over an ask :> 🤍🌹

**i will not be posting this to ao3 so it is a ✨tumblr exclusive✨

cw: babies, a little bit of violence mentioned but nothing bad :>

Azriel

az was the first one to try and get you pregnant and yes, he was trying multiple times a day for it to take so when the little flutter first happened, he cried. big fat tears.

when the babe was born with dripping black onyx wings az had weeped, they all did

he began to take less spy missions that would keep him away longer than a few hours just to stay home with his child, at least until they would old enough yeah right

it would take him months before he was able to stay a single night away on a mission at which point you had to reassure him with multiple kisses that the two of you would be fine

he cared for you in every single way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally, and would do everything in his power to keep you both happy

you wanted a bath? absolutely, here is your bath but let him take the baby, no it's fine he wanted to hold them :)

there would be nights where the babe would wake and cry and az would jump up and immediately take to them, consoling their cries

you'd watch as az would gently murmur stories from memory, of a high lady who fought to the death for her lovers, stories of you

az always was and always will be the protector of your little family

Cassian

absolute loser of a daddy

he didnt know the first thing of being a dad and he sure as hell did not know how to care for one

all brawn and very little brain for baby 101

he was never sure if he wanted kids when he first met you but seeing you pregnant, seeing his family, he was satisfied with whatever the outcome may be

he once tried to give baby a dagger when they were still a toddler and if you listen closely you could still hear Rhys’ voice shouting “NO” from the mountains of Illyria

for the first few weeks, cass was afraid he was going to drop the baby so he avoided holding them at all costs, leaving it to az and you

it wasnt until you assured him it was going to be fine did he give in, only to immediately start crying when he realized this was his family. he had a family. everything he fought for was for this.

cass was a warrior and he was absolutely going to be the one who trained your babies how to kick ass like him

Rhysand

rhys always was and always will be the most hesitant of the daddies

it took him time to come to terms with your pregnancy only because he lost his first family so violently, he wasn't sure if he was ready for that step but he knew he wanted it with you

rhys was the one who would secretly take the babe under the cover of darkness outside to practice flying as a surprise for you all

knowing the childhood of your other mates, he did everything he could to ensure none of your babies would ever grow up in violence like them or be in want of affection

with that being said, he became much more violent towards members of his court of nightmares.

he was a high lord so he was often not home but he would be damned to let the disease fester and grow under his reign, and he would make sure none of your children would shoulder his burden

to him, rhys did not care if he was biologically the father of any of your babies but he would fight wars for them so they would never have to

#the high lady talks #anon ask #the high lady of cunning #acotar rewrite #rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x reader

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cloudcutter · 2 years ago

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SMILE FOR THE CAMERA - p. sunghoon

in which you don’t believe sunghoon could have feelings for you so you challenge him to prove it before you both graduate

- student!sunghoon x student!reader

- rivals(entirely one sided) to lovers

- smau with lots of written inclusions

featuring: enhypen members, ryujin of itzy, soobin of txt, wonyoung of ive, vague mentions of other idols i like as background characters

warnings: probably some lame humor, swearing, potentially inappropriate jokes (they’re high schoolers what do u expect), sunghoon has no game, everyone makes fun of him and jake bc they’re losers (affectionate), ryujin is gay bc she’s my wife, wonyoung and sunghoon are bffs bc jangkku heart said so. lmk if there’s more!

taglist: send an ask to be added !!

start: 15122022

end:

status: ongoing!

update schedule: at minimum, two days a week

author note: hi this is my first work and my first smau like literally ever ??? i’m super nervous to post this but i’ve had this idea in my head for the longest time? i wanted to write a whole fic but i thought making it a weird written + smau combo would help my writing process a little bit and help avoid writers block … so i’m gonna try and hopefully finish this !! please enjoy :D i also have never posted much on tumblr so i truly have no clue what i’m doing … so um i hope this works. be patient with me please :))

PROFILES

y/n’s models (the gorls) (everyone else) | 02z hate club (the 02z) (niki + the gays)

PROLOGUE: park sunghoon’s challenge

CHAPTER LIST:

chapter 1 - grave mistake

chapter 2 - tame first dates

chapter 3 - sunghoon has one fear

chapter 4 - kinda mid?

chapter 5 - stay strong !!!

chapter 6 - for me to make me happy

chapter 7 - another study date (?)

chapter 8 - feeling threatened by one choi soobin

chapter 9 - sunoo is mr. steal ur girl

chapter 10 - who want me *silence*

chapter 11 - new project

chapter 12 - lemme see lover boy

chapter 13 - you are incredible

chapter 14 - sunghoon x a brick wall ?

chapter 15 - not so incredible now

chapter 16 - call me wony <3

chapter 17 - going bonkers bananas

chapter 18 - new best friend !!!

chapter 19 - later hoon :)

chapter 20 - bae this isn’t ur priv

chapter 21 - yeonjun’s rager

chapter 22 - odi misses his aunt D:

chapter 23 - welcome to the club

chapter 24 - wonie misses the drama

chapter 25 - cocky, stuck up jerk

#enhypen #smau #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smau #enhypen fanfiction #enha x reader #please i don’t know what i’m doing #tumblr is stressful but this has been on my brain for so long #sftc smau #sunghoon x yn #sunghoon x you #school au #high school au #i just like clowning on jake sim #sunghoon is my favorite jock idiot dork #purely self indulgent

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sailtomarina · 7 months ago

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Wands at the ready

You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly over the course of a slow few seconds. You could do this.

“Wands at the ready.”

Tightening your grip on the slim birchwood, unbending but reliable, you stood in position. Across from you, Fred raised his own wand. Your eyes met in the brief time between stillness and action. Was it you, or was he smirking?

“And, go!”

You flicked the tip in a quick down and up, keeping your voice low. “Flipendo.” There wasn’t any point to yelling out spells like some Firstie. What mattered was precision. Focus.

Just as quietly, Fred negated your jinx with a well-timed Protego. The knock-back bounced off harmlessly, but you were already moving into the next plan of action.

This was a trick Hermione had taught you, one that had saved her life back in Fifth Year and many times since.

“Silencio!”

Your spell hit its mark, leaving your opponent’s mouth moving soundlessly. You took his surprise to gloat, just a bit. This was one of the Weasley twins, after all. Not easily out-manoeuvred, nor put on the defensive.

You really should have pressed forward.

Fred’s grin was wide as he twirled his wand while you laughed, and the next thing you knew you were toppling forward, completely unable to stop the rush of the floor.

Except, you never made contact.

Right as you squeezed your eyes shut for impact, arms wrapped around you instead.

“I got you, love.”

Fred.

You still couldn’t move, but he rotated you so could see. The rest of the duellists paid you no heed as they continued to throw spells at one another. When you refocused your attention to your attacker-turned-rescuer, it was to find his eyes trained on you, lips curved into a gentle smile. They were slightly chapped, and, if you could move, you’d lick your own on impulse.

“Can you counter the curse, or do you yield? Two blinks for the latter.” He waited patiently for your response.

Theoretically, you could undo the full-body bind without moving or speaking, but doing so would require time. He’d taken advantage of the opening you’d provided. He deserved the win.

You blinked twice.

Fred kept a hold of you as he spoke the counterspell, and gently helped you back to your feet. His hands felt rough against your bare arms. From Quidditch, or maybe tinkering on more of their pranks?

He could have let go sooner than he did, but he checked you over first, the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth in the process.

“You all good?” he finally asked.

You nodded, equally parts self conscious about your failure as you were about his continued proximity. He was taller than you, and his broad shoulders blocked out much of the room behind him. Were this a physical duel, you didn’t think the odds would be in your favour. Then again, being pinned beneath Fred Weasley didn’t sound bad at all. “Again?”

White teeth flashed. “Looking for some revenge are we?”

You knew your own window when you saw it.

“This time, the loser has to do whatever the winner asks.” You stated your wager clearly, holding his gaze to let him know just how serious you were.

He cocked his head, and you held your breath. Would he accept? There wasn’t really much in it for him to do so.

Then his smile returned, wide enough to make his eyes crinkle at the corners. The hand at your elbow squeezed briefly, before letting go. You immediately missed the touch.

“You’re on.”

597 wc

5.8.24 WWW Humpday prompt: “Wands at the ready”

Cross-posted on FB, Tumblr, and AO3

I'm typically a Charlie girl, but I've been feeling Fred's charm quite a bit lately. I hope you enjoy!

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #reader insert #weasleys witches & writers

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robosanz · 1 year ago

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ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴇ

"𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔱, 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣." - 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫

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pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

summary: anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate's. what happens when you need to cheat on your chemistry exam, and these formulas suddenly appear on Kuroo's arms who has to take the same test?

word count: 3,099

note: this is my first time posting something on tumblr and i'm still not completely sure how tumblr works, hehe. usually i post on ao3 and wattpad (under the same name) but i wanted to try it out here as well. I hope you like this oneshot :)

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“Are you ready for our chemistry test?”

Your best friend’s question made you stop in your tracks in the crowded hallway. A few students walked into you, complaining about you not moving and holding them up. You, however, had other concerns; the chemistry test had completely slipped your mind, despite it being the biggest test with every 3rd year having to take it. With wide eyes you looked at your friend and grabbed his arm. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?”

A sheepish smile grew on his lips, his warm brown eyes not looking at you. “I forgot to tell you,” he admitted with a shy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. He knew how you were but he had been busy and forgot to remind you.

You clasped your hands over your face. “Hayate, what am I gonna do now?!” You always had problems remembering important things concerning school, mostly because you didn’t care that much about school. However, you still managed to get good grades and that’s why you kept not being bothered by it too much.

“Hey, you’ll manage,” Hayate said with a warm smile and put a hand on your shoulder. “You somehow always do,” he mumbled. He was just as clueless as you about how you managed to get good grades.

You took a breath and nodded. “Yeah you’re right,” you said and rolled up your sleeves, eying your inner arm. Hayate raised an eyebrow while you tried to estimate how much stuff you could fit on them. Chemistry was one of your strongest subjects so you only needed to write down specific details that were new to you. Looking up with a smile, you nodded. “You know, I guess I’ll really manage.”

Hayate shook his head with a smile. “Your soulmate must think you’re some loser.”

You gasped and put a hand on your chest. “Excuse me, I’m actually a genius if it wasn’t for my laziness.”

Hayate chuckled and ruffled your head lovingly. “Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that. But they sure must think you’re always cheating in school because you’re stupid.”

You pouted and crossed your arms. It was still true what Hayate said - if school stuff would appear on your arms like that you would think exactly that. But your soulmate has never written something on their arm or anywhere else before. It was mostly you who wrote on your arm; mostly for cheating on tests. “Well, they could also write something on their arm for once.”

Hayate shrugged. “Maybe they’ll finally freak out about this much advanced chemistry and write something back.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t want them to write anything,” you huffed, making Hayate chuckle. It was quite strange that you still hadn’t heard anything from your soulmate. Normally, people would go crazy to find out more about them and most of the people already found them by the age of 16. You were now 18 and had never even written a word with them. You weren’t too obsessed with finding them and they seemed to feel the same way about it.

Hayate had also found his soulmate about a year ago. She was a sweet and kind girl in your year. You got along with her a lot and she even became one of your best friends in a year. You were happy for your best friend and even if he teased you about possibly not having a soulmate, you didn’t make the effort to find them in order to prove him wrong.

The bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you gasped. “Shit, I’ll be back in five minutes,” you called out to Hayate before running down the hall towards the lady’s restroom. You needed to scribble down a few things on your arm before the exam. The brown-haired boy chuckled and shook his head before making his way to class.

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Kuroo was bouncing his knee up and down while waiting for the teacher to enter. The tense atmosphere in the classroom only contributed to his nervousness. It was unusually silent, only the clock’s ticking echoed through the room full of students.

The upcoming test was taking a toll on everyone, and despite being one of Kuroo’s favourite subjects, the chemistry test was making him nervous as well. And when he noticed black lines appearing on his arms, he tensed even more; especially when the lines formed into exactly the chemistry formulas and definitions he needed for the test. He read the things appearing on both of his arms briefly before rolling down his sleeves with shaky hands and a quickly beating heart. He didn’t want to fail the test just because his soulmate decided to go crazy about chemistry. What the fuck?

This was not the first time things about school subjects appeared on his arms. At first he thought that his soulmate was cheating themselves through their exams but somehow it didn’t make sense that they only wrote down a few specific things and not everything. Kuroo shook his head and the teacher came into the room.

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A sigh left your lips when the exam was over. You didn’t get caught cheating and the notes on your arms even helped you with some answers. You packed all your things and left the classroom where Hayate was already waiting for you. When you saw him, a grin grew on your face. “I completely nailed it.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “yeah, but only because you cheated.”

“I didn’t completely cheat,” you said and crossed your arms. He raised an eyebrow, making you glare at him with narrowed eyes. You two had a staring contest until someone bumped into your shoulder. You snapped your head over to the person only to see the school’s volleyball captain. You huffed and looked away from his retreating figure. Everyone at school knew Kuroo; he was one of the popular boys everyone swooned over. You looked at Hayate, “your captain is rude.” He didn’t even apologise for bumping into you.

Hayata smiled, amusement flashing in his eyes. “He’s actually pretty nice,” he said, making you roll your eyes. “You know, everyone is kinda waiting for him to find his soulmate. The girls are freaking out over him.”

You only hummed, not really interested in the whole Kuroo situation. You had other things to think about. The girls who were obsessed over him were stupid in your eyes; there were more important things to think about. Turning to your best friend you shrugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun at practice.” He nodded and ruffled your hair before you went separate ways.

At home, you spent the rest of the day doing nothing in particular and when you stepped out of the shower, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Tightening the towel around you, you gawked at your arm.

'I have no idea why you’re suddenly a chemistry freak, but for once your scribbling helped me in an exam today.'

“Oh my god,” you mumbled and tightly shut your eyes, cringing at all the things you have written on your arm before. “My soulmate really thinks I’m stupid.” A part of you had secretly hoped that Hayate was right and you were one of the rare cases that didn't have a soulmate.

Quickly putting on your pyjamas, you took a pen and sat on your bed. You tapped the pen against your chin while looking at the first ever message you received from your soulmate. “What am I doing?” You shook your head and were about to put the pen away and roll down your sleeve when another message appeared.

'You’re not gonna tell me what you needed the notes for?'

“Screw it,” you mumbled and opened the pen’s lid with your mouth before writing down something on your arm as well.

'I had a chemistry exam as well.'

You raised your eyebrows at the coincidence. How were the chances that you and them both had a chemistry exam on the same topics? With knitted eyebrows you watched new words appear on your skin. Could it be that we are in the same school?

'What a coincidence. So you normally cheat on your tests?'

You let out a huff and crossed your arms, considering not to answer anymore. Whoever that was seemed smug and you didn’t want to keep talking to them. Pressing your lips together, you glanced at your arm briefly. A groan escaped your lips before you scribbled on your arm.

'I normally don’t cheat, I tend to forget a lot of my exams so I only need a bit of help.'

A few minutes passed and you were still staring at your arm, waiting for an answer. But nothing came. “Whatever,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes before laying down. You closed your eyes but let out a sigh before you angrily peeked at your arm one last time. A smile crept on your face when you read the words.

'You still helped me today, thanks. Good night :)'

Scribbling down a good night as well, you went to sleep with a small smile on your face. Maybe they’re not that bad.

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“Your soulmate really did write to you?” Hayate’s eyebrows shot up as he eyed you nodding your head. A sudden knowing smirk crept on his face, making you knit your eyebrows. “This is fucking amazing,” he mumbled to himself.

“Oi,” you slapped his arm, “what’s that supposed to mean?” He hid something from you and being the noisy person you were, you wanted to know on the spot. And the smug smirk didn’t mean anything good. Hayate only shrugged and whistled before going to class. With narrowed eyes you followed him to the classroom; for the rest of the day you didn’t get out of him what he was smirking about.

“You’re not gonna tell me?” You crossed your arms when you both stood in front of the school building after classes. He didn’t have practice today, so you walked home together.

Hayate smirked. “If you really want to know,” he shrugged and glanced at you with an amused expression, “Kuroo wants to find his soulmate now.”

You sweatdropped and slapped the back of his head. “Idiot, and I thought it was something important.”

He chuckled and stepped away from you. “That’s kinda important, and I know exactly who it is.” A wide smirk crept on his lips when your wide eyes snapped over to him in surprise. “I saw something written on his arm yesterday and coincidentally I saw the exact thing on someone else’s arm as well.”

“No way!” You grabbed his arm looking up at his face. “Tell me.”

Hayate pushed you away from him before walking ahead, shaking his head. “I thought you weren’t interested in him.” He laughed internally. If you only knew.

“You’re right,” you said and jogged up to your best friend, “I don’t care.” Grabbing your backpack’s straps, you bit your lip. You really wanted to know who it was and Hayate knew it. You glanced at him. “It’s Kenma, isn’t it?” It wouldn't surprise you even a bit if it was the quiet setter. You had always thought that they were too much of best friends and partners to not be soulmates.

“I won’t tell you, but maybe he’ll tell you.”

“Idiot,” you grumbled, “why should he tell me?”

Hayate only shrugged, sending you an innocent grin and a shrug. You huffed and crossed your arms, oblivious to all the hints your best friend already gave you. Just yesterday, Hayate had seen both of Kuroo’s arms in the boy’s changing room. And they were full of the notes you had taken a few minutes prior to the exam. Hayate was glad that it was someone like Kuroo that was your soulmate. The both of you were quite similar; you were good at school, mostly introverted and both of you were calm and collected people - at least if Yaku didn’t trigger Kuroo.

“You really won’t tell me, will you?” You stopped in front of your front yard and pouted slightly.

Hayate shook his head with a fond smile, happy that his friend would soon grow up. “Get some sleep, I have a feeling that tomorrow will be a great day.” He patted your head before walking to his house, leaving you standing there with crossed arms.

With knitted eyebrows you looked after him until he was out of your sight. Heaving a sigh, you got into your house and immediately went into your room to take a nap. However, a message on your arm made you stop. With knitted eyebrows and a small blush you sat on your bed.

'I want to know more about you. Are you free?'

You gulped and took a pen.

'Yes I am.'

While waiting for the answer, you quickly changed into something comfortable and got under the covers, taking a pen with you. You opened your laptop to watch a movie when new lines appeared on your arm.

'Nice, you can text me. xxx xxxx xxx'

You froze, not believing they gave you their number just like this. They may be your soulmate, but you still hesitated before saving their number on your phone. For all you knew, they could’ve just given you a random number.

Biting your lip, your fingers slowly typed hi before lingering over the send button. Shutting your eyes tightly you pressed send. When your phone vibrated, you peeked one eye open and looked at the text.

'I almost thought you wouldn't text me.'

You rolled your eyes with a small smile.

'I almost didn't but whatever.'

The both of you texted for a while and you found out that his name was Tetsuroo and he was also in 3rd year high school and even in Tokyo. He liked chemistry and was therefore interested in you after he saw all the notes. If you hadn't written all these things on your arm, he probably wouldn't have contacted you. But before you could manage to find out more about him, he ended the conversation, saying he still had something to do.

With a sigh you laid down, covering yourself with your blanket completely. "He's not that bad," you mumbled with a small smile before letting sleep take over.

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You huffed and put your chin on your palm while the teacher was going on and on about maths. You were good in the subject and already knew all of that, boring you to death. Beside you, Hayate was busy taking notes while you looked out of the window, not paying any attention.

When something appeared on your palm, you felt your heart skip a beat and waited for him to complete his sentence with a small smile.

'Hi, I’m bored out of my mind right now.'

You resisted the urge to giggle and took a pen to tell him that you’re in the same position as him and that maths was killing you.

'Well, we could continue our conversation from yesterday.'

You nodded to yourself already knowing which question you wanted to ask next. After all, you wanted to know roughly in which area he was living in.

'Which school do you go to?'

He didn’t take long to answer and when he did, your heart threatened to stop right there and then. Staring at the words nekoma high school with wide eyes, you sat up straighter. Immediately, you looked around the classroom, trying to find someone who was looking or writing on his palm. When you found no one you turned back to your own palm.

'Which class are you in?'

Your heart dropped and you jumped off your seat, scaring everyone in the room with the loud scraping sound of your chair. The teacher sent you a glare to which you quickly bowed and excused yourself. Avoiding Hayate’s questioning look, you rushed out of the classroom.

“What the fuck?” you said to yourself, leaning against the wall beside the classroom before pressing your palm on your forehead. You only knew one person in this class that was called Tetsuro and that was Kuroo.

“You don’t seem to be too happy about me.”

You looked up when his deep voice reached your ears. Kuroo stood in front of you with one hand in his pocket and a small smirk on his handsome face. Pushing yourself off the wall, you cleared your throat quickly. “I don’t know what you mean,” you trailed off, not looking at him.

A chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded to himself. “Lucky me, I got a really charming soulmate.”

“Hey, I can be charming,” you quickly defended yourself, making him laugh. Heat rose to your face and you huffed, crossing your arms. However, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least, a decent person was your assigned soulmate and not someone you couldn’t stand or was absolutely disgusting in character. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile crept on your lips at the realisation.

“You sure are a cutie.” Kuroo patted your head, making your face beet red. You swatted his hand away from your head, your smile falling quickly. “Well, since we found each other, I wanted to ask if you’re free on Saturday.”

Taking a breath, you slowly nodded. It would make no sense to reject the boy now. Why not give it a try. It can’t be that bad.

Kuroo smiled and nodded but before he could add something, Hayate put his arms around your and Kuroo’s shoulder, pulling you two closer to him. “Finally, you two found each other,” he grinned, “and here I thought you two oblivious people would take weeks to find each other.”

You pulled out of the group hug and slapped the back of Hayate’s head. “You knew and you didn’t tell me, idiot.”

He rubbed the spot you had hit and chuckled innocently. “Then it wouldn’t have been fun for me,” he admitted and shrugged, earning a glare from you. He smirked and looked between you and his captain, “but you already have a date.”

“No,” you quickly said, knowing exactly what your best friend was thinking, “you’re not coming as well.” Turning to Kuroo, you narrowed your eyes at the taller boy. “Don’t tell him where we’re going or he’ll deadass come.”

Kuroo chuckled and nodded while Hayate let out an offended cry and dramatically fell on his knees, clasping his chest. “The betrayal!”

With a blush you grabbed Kuroo’s arm, and dragged him away from the scene your best friend was causing. “If anyone asks, we don’t know him.”

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