#JUST KISS HIM !! ON THE LIPS !! My boy likes straightforward people ~

[just-your-average-household]

what if i kissed rick on the cheek :3 (im over eighteen)

No.

[zerobaseonefics]

first kiss with ricky, zhang hao, seunghwan and park hanbin (requested)

boys planet trainees x gn!reader

genre : fluff

note : mention of food in zhang hao's ⚠️ xiaoting of kep1er in seunghwan's one cuz yes she IS a whole warning

sorry if i took too much time anon <3 didn't include jay because i didn't have any idea for him tbh

• ricky

ricky always acted like he was some kind of player, stealing hearts everywhere he was going. even though most people were attracted to him, he was far from the playboy persona he was promoting.

when you started dating, you expected him to be straightforward and initiate most the skinship...

however, it was not the case. in fact, ricky was a bit shy about it. to be fair, he was only 18, and didn't have many partner before dating you. because of that, he was scared of doing things the wrong way. that's the reason why he would rather let you initiate things like that.

your relationship was still fresh, you were only two weeks in, so that could explain why neither of you dared to kiss the other. but that day, ricky felt different than the others. he couldn't explain it. maybe it was the way the sun hit your pretty face the right way, or the outfit you were wearing that suited you too good. maybe it was the fact you prepared that whole picnic and you thought of buying strawberries because you know it was his favorite.

ricky wasn't used to be spoiled by the people he loves. most of the time, it was the other way around. but now that you did something for him, he felt a different type of warmness in his chest.

shyly, he grabbed your hand in his to have your attention. you turned your face his way, and he started leaning in almost unconsciously before realizing you might no be ready. he stopped his movement just before your lips could touch, feeling his cheeks blushing.

"y/n... can i kiss you?"

your only answer was to break the distance between you two to give him what you both wanted.

"i thought you'd never ask" you said when you pulled apart, making him giggle before he leaned in again.

• seunghwan

seunghwan saw this situation as his chance, if God decided to turn in his favor, this could be the moment he finally confessed to you. he started to pray in his head.

"please let me be with y/n, please let me be with y/n, please let me be with-"

"y/n! you're going in with seunghwan."

seunghwan felt like a mastermind. what could possibly go wrong?

you and him were sharing the same friend group for years, and since the beginning of your friendship, it actually.... never felt like a friendship. call him cliche or whatever, for him, it was love at first sight. he knew he'll love you the first time you talked to him. he got to know you better and realized you were everything he was looking for, in a friend as much as in a lover.

now call him cocky, he knew for sure that the feeling was mutual. the way you'd giggle when he would say you look good, the smile and the red cheeks you tried to hide whenever he would jokingly introduce himself to strangers as your boyfriend, the handshakes where you would let your hand in his longer than it should... seunghwan was sure you loved him back.

today was the birthday party of your mutual friend, junhyeon. (yes that's my junhyeon jackson wang of 5th gen agenda)

he wasn't the type to make only small events, no, he made sure he invited everyone in your grade.

it was getting late, and a smaller group of people were sat in a corner of the living room, having fun with the childish game of spin the bottle. you were there, next to your friend xiaoting, and seunghwan was in front of you. for the moment, none of you have been chosen for the game, only observing and joking with the people there.

"hey! how about the next people chosen by the bottle play 7 minutes in heaven?" proposed xiaoting.

"what's that?" asked gyuvin.

"well, we, i mean the bottle chooses two people that will spend 7 minutes together in a dark enclosed place."

"sounds more like 7 minutes in hell, why would you be alone with someone alone in a small and dark place and..... oh, okay, i get it" said woongi.

if seunghwan thought the game was a bit stupid at first, he quickly changed his mind. if he never confessed to you properly, despite giving you plenty of signals, it's not because he didn't have the guts to do so... he just never found the moment to. you were rarely alone, and each time you were alone with him, it was just not the right moment for him to open his heart. but this! if seunghwan had 7 minutes of his time alone with you in a small place, what will he do other than confessing? that was the perfect plan! (if someone ever confess to me in this situation i think i'll hit them bcz wtf) (but listen at this point seunghwan is desperate)

the bottle first chooses him. he sent you a look, that you didn't catch, lost in your thoughts hoping he will not end up with someone else. however, xiaoting did catch that look and knew it was her time to be a hero.

a shocked look on her face, she pointed her finger at something in the crowd.

"hey! what the hell is junhyeon doing? look at this!"

she didn't expect that to work, but it did, the people with you all turned their eyes towards that non-existent scene and she quickly stopped the bottle to make it point at you.

"oh! seems like we got our lucky pair." declared xiaoting

"y/n! you're going in with seunghwan. now, that's funny..." added woongi.

seunghwan got up first, taking your hand to help you get up as well. xiaoting took the mission of leading you guys to a closet big enough for you two to fit in. before you got in, xiaoting gave you a death glare. "y/n if you mess up all my hard work..."

finally, the door closed, leaving you two in the dark, your bodies so close that they were almost touching.

"hm. isn't it funny that we ended up there?", said seunghwan as a conversation starter.

"i think xiaoting is responsible for this but i don't blame her. i'm glad it's you".

seunghwan softly laughed, making you smile as well. the only source of light was the one that could get in from the corner of the door, but it was enough for seunghwan to see your face a bit.

"i wanted it to be you as well." said seunghwan.

"yeah, you better not want someone else for this.", you scoffed.

seunghwan took this as his sign that it was the right time to have the conversation. he smirked, and you could hear his smile in his voice.

"yeah? why? you wouldn't like it if i wanted to go there with someone else?"

"don't ask."

"why?"

"because you already know why i wouldn't like it."

"no, i don't know. tell me, y/n."

"well, it's just that way. would you be happy if someone else was here with me?"

he answered your question, telling you you were right. he would not be happy about it. hesitantly, he sneaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer. it was not the first time he did that, but now, the atmosphere was more serious so he didn't want to rush you. you let your head rest on his chest, and it encouraged him to continue.

"do you want me to tell you why i wanted it to be you?" he said in a whisper.

"hm, tell me" you responded, turning your head to look at his face, your chin resting on his chest this time. he look at you in the eyes, losing the meaning of words for a second, before regaining his composure.

"because you're not mine yet, and if you went with someone else, i was afraid you might slip through my fingers."

"if it wasn't you, i wouldn't have play the game." you assured him.

"why?"

"somehow, i'm unofficially already yours."

seunghwan tried to hold back his smile from getting wider, simply kissing the top of your head as you smiled back.

"i love you. i'm sorry it took so much time for me to finally tell you, but i really do love you."

your hands went to his face, caressing gently his cheeks with your thumb. your eyes met his, locked together for a few seconds, before your lips got attracted like it was natural to his own. his heart started racing as he couldn't focus on anything else than you, kissing you back with eagerness. it was his first kiss with you, and despite all the scenarios he made in bed before sleeping, he never thought it would happen like that. but he was so happy about it, it was better than all that he ever imagined.

• zhang hao

zhang hao is simply a very direct man. where ricky was fighting his inner demons to know if he could kiss you, i feel like zhang hao would naturally feel if you were comfortable enough to do it yet.

the thing was, zhang hao wasn't against pda. he could hold your hands, he could hug you, but he was just not the type to kiss in public.

it was only a few week since you started dating, and you never kissed yet because you just haven't seen each other a lot indoors. most of your dates were outside, so since your boyfriend was uncomfortable with it, it never happened.

that day, zhang hao was practicing at the company with the other trainees. you two texted this morning, and he told you he was going to be there until late at night. proud of how hardworking he was, you decided you'd grab lunch for zhang hao and his teammates.

you knocked on the practice room door, and when you heard zhang hao telling you you could come in, you opened the door. you were met by faces you didn't know, and your boyfriend in shock.

"y/n??"

"the one and only!"

he jogged toward you to greet you with a hug, asking you what you were doing here.

"i know you guys are here for the whole day so i thought it'd be a good idea to bring you food."

the younger boys, yujin and ollie gasped at the mention of food while the other guys thanked you properly.

"hao! i think you should kiss them as a thank you" said ollie in a teasing tone as you gave the boys the bags you brought. yunseo hit the younger one in the arm, gesturing him to shut up. "what?? he's their boyfriend after all, why wouldn't he kiss them?"

zhang hao started to feel a bit embarassed meanwhile you laughed at ollie's teasing remarks.

"eat well! i'm gonna have to go."

zhang hao followed you to the door, opening it for you. you thought he would simply go back to his members to eat, but he followed you in the corridor, out of the practice room. he took your hand to have your attention.

"hum? is there a problem?" you asked.

without a word, zhang hao looked around to make sure it was only the both of you. when the verification was done, he pulled you closer to him by the hand he was still holding. before you could react, he leaned in to connect your lips together. it wasn't long, but it was enough for a warmth to blossom in your chest and your cheeks to turn red.

"can i come over after practice? i'll give you a proper 'thank you' kiss."

maybe ollie's teasing wasn't that bad.

• phanbin

what a good day for park hanbin. for the first time in a while, his best friend, you, where at his place for a sleepover. the occasion used to be a regular event before you two got into college, meaning you had less time to spend together.

but it was not only about the time. in fact, you were deliberately trying to spend less time with him. for a few years now, you started to see your best friend in a different light. you were sick of the one-sided feelings you had for him, and realized college might be the solution for you to avoid him a bir in order to let your feelings die down.

little did you know, your feelings were mutual, but you were trying to shut them down by dating other people, convinced he didn't like you back. laying shoulders to shoulders on his bed, you ranted to him.

"so that date didn't went good", concluded hanbin.

"not at all."

"see, it always go sour when they try to kiss you. do you have a problem with it particularly?"

so turned so you could face him. "hanbin."

he turned as well, facing you too. "y/n".

"can i tell you a secret?"

"of course."

"well, i didn't have my first kiss yet."

"what ??"

hanbin jumped up, now sitting on the bed. you sat as well, embarassed.

"you're kidding me right??"

"i'm not! i never kissed someone, the action just freaks me out!"

"but you had a boyfriend for like... two weeks!"

"i know but i told you i didn't like him that much..."

"what blocks you exactly?"

you looked away, trying to find an answer quickly. the truth was you couldn't kiss anyone because your feelings were still for hanbin. how could you give away your first kiss to someone you don't even like?

"i don't want to embarass myself, you know. i don't know how to kiss someone, so it will probably be awful. plus, i can't give my first kiss to anyone, it has to be a special someone."

"special? what do you mean by special?"

"someone i'm close to, you know? like... like you."

hanbin felt his cheeks getting warmer, so he turned his face to make sure you wouldn't see him blushing.

"well... you know... maybe i could teach you, then."

"teach me?" you repeated, not sure you understood.

"okay that sounds stupid. but if you're afraid of being a bad kisser, i can teach you how to be a good one. you'll have your first kiss with me, someone special to you, and so... it'll be easier for you to kiss other people afterwards."

he didn't like the end of his idea and neither did you. however, it was still a good idea, you thought. you would learn how to kiss, you would have your first one with someone special, and you would kiss hanbin above all.

"...that do sounds stupid but i think it's a good idea."

"for real?"

"yeah... i'd rather give you my first kiss."

hanbin bit the inside of his cheek in order not to smile. you both stayed sat on the bed as he came closer to you. you two shook hands to conclude your contract.

"okay. i'm gonna do it slowly so you can pick up the things you have to do. it's okay i touch you a bit, right?"

you nodded to give him your consent. his right hand went to your jaw, as he slowly leaned towards your face. you felt a feeling of giddiness and nervosity as you saw his look going from your eyes to your lips. hanbin tilted your chin a bit to adjust himself properly, and he finally closed his eyes and went for the kiss. it was delicate, soft, as he tried his best not to rush you. it didn't last long before he pulled away, his face still close to yours. you could see the colors on his cheeks, similar to the one on yours, as both of your hearts were racing.

"how do you feel? did you get it?"

"maybe you could do it again..." you said in a quiet voice.

let's say y'all didn't stay friends after the second one.

[jooillusion]

Flor I need me some good soup (Junhan smut) 😮‍💨😮‍💨

i’ll *attempt* to feed you some good soup c:

first things first this fucking look

like come on i just wanna ruin him fr he’s just too cute to me </3 pls hear me out on this love

it was three am you found hyeongjun after the party you both were at that was shut down by the police, the boy obviously separated from his friends as he wandered the streets. you’d seen him in your lecture, even offering him small talk but nothing ever went too an extent to call you friends. he was just an associate. you two had no choice but to walk down the downtown area back to the dorms together, feeling as if you were walking in circles due to how long you and hyeongjun have been walking together.

however with hyeongjun it felt like a mere few minutes. he opens up to you like a book and spills everything to you while you just take it all in. he would’ve rather spent his saturday in his quiet dorm room reading a book or watching a romance movie, but his friends wanted him to go out and meet more people.

“i was actually dared by my friends to get “laid” tonight,” he tells you. your taken aback by his straightforwardness, but quickly recovers when he says, “whatever that means.”

“do you want me to show you?” he nods his head hesitantly, not knowing where the next half hour would lead, you grabbing his wrist and leading him to a place you know nobody would find you two.

“you can handle it, right junnie?” you whisper in hyeongjun’s ear. he breathes hot and heavy into the air, his head thrown back into the brick wall of the dark alleyway.

he’s heavy in your hands and he’s been on edge for the past five minutes, wanting nothing more than the relief of releasing, to which your mocking laugh rings through his ears. his hushed pleas carry easily in the nook for the narrow alleyway, an open window a few inches away would definitely hear and be aware of what’s going on.

he’d lock his current state in his mind and take it to his grave. if anybody found out about him whimpering under a hand that isn’t his in an alleyway, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his friends.

you, on the other hand, wouldn’t rather be doing anything else right now. hyeongjun was perfect to you. the way his fingers curl up on the brick wall behind him. the way his hair fell out of his face. the way his skin illuminated in the moonlight mixed with the dim streetlight only meters away. the way he tries to keep quiet with every movement of your palm squeezing and stroking him. your wrist burns as a cramp slithers its way up your arm but you don’t care, you need to see hyeongjun unravel under you.

“can…can you kiss me? please?” his red lips manage to utter out, swollen from being bitten. you lean up to slot your lips between his, his hand immediately removing itself from the wall to bunch up your hair, pulling your head closer. your hand stops for a second, feeling him full on thrust into your fist, in which you tighten for his pleasure. he cries out in your mouth, his frustrating high fading away.

you pull away, hyeongjun’s glasses now crooked against his face. you giggle quietly, to which his hips stop.

“i’m sorry i’ve just never-”

“you’re fine junnie.” your free hand comes up to fix his glasses. his lips curl up into a small smile.

his cock throbs in your hand, craving for even more stimulation. you crouch down, knees hitting the dry concrete of the ground, hyeongjun’s dazed eyes watching your mouth just mere centimeters away from his cock. the tip of your tongue catches the slit and leaves kitten licks that blank hyeongjun’s mind almost instantly, his nimble fingers throwing themselves in the air, hesitant before testing out a small tug on your hair.

your chuckle leaves him unsure whether or not he’s doing something right, but he doesn’t second guess himself any longer when your mouth closes around his cock. he can’t bring himself to look down or he knows he’d cum on the spot, the sounds of you slurping vibrate through his ears tempting. it punches out a deep groan from hyeongjun, his grip in your hair tightening. the corners of your mouth stretch the more you take in, spit escaping easily from your lips and dripping onto the dark concrete of the ground, hyeongjun’s cook twitching once again in your mouth. you pull away, stroking the base of his cock with ease thanks to the spit used as lube.

“look at me.” you say just above whisper. he shakes his head, leaning it back, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. “i won’t let you cum if you don’t, hyeongjun.”

his toes curl under his sneakers when your nose suddenly touches his pelvis. he’s close and he can’t even spit out a warning, his hips shallowly thrusting into your mouth and his hand attempting to hold your head still. he cries out, unconcerned of anyone in the windows above who know what’s going on at this point. he’s brought back to reality when your hands hold his thighs to keep yourself balanced and it catches his attention, hyeongjun looking down at you on instinct.

all it took was seeing his cock in your mouth and your now ruined makeup for hyeongjun to cum down your throat, easily swallowing the spurts of his cum. his hand lets go of your hair and you’re the first to pull away, hyeongjun slumping against the brick wall once you let go fully.

“think you can give me more, junnie?” your voice comes out hoarse and it makes hyeongjun’s ears burn red. he’s out of breath, and he’s trying to regain his senses so he can fully register your question, but he just answers with a nod.

your hand that guides his bigger hand underneath your skirt is what finally brings him back to reality.

hi

i rlly dk if i like the way i wrote this but i hope you enjoy it love 🫶

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Bullet Comments Part 2: NY First Kiss

Hi I'm back with another bullet comments post! This time the new year's kiss as requested by @tal-vez-o-quizas!!!

⬇️ Is what the screen looks like lmao

How the hell did Alex find him

Puppy is looking for footsteps

ohhhh the little prince is jealous lol

My entire screen is filled with laughter

Confession under the Moonlight

It's not about culture shock, mostly Henry's jealous, oh I feel so bad for the prince

This scene is shot so beautifully!

The scenery here is so pretty!

God, this is such an artistic shot

this part 5:20, thank you uploader (the movie was uploaded in parts, 520 sounds similar to "I love you" in Chinese)

Henry: May the gale that rushes into the blossom Caress her and never let her be broken (A Chinese poem about being understood)

His socks and shoes are soaked

Oh Henry is so sad...

Henry's nose is red ahhhhh it's adorable

look at the prince's teary eyes

Puppy doesn't know what he did wrong, but puppy knows to ask

At midnight he really wanted to kiss Alex, but he is a prince, he can't, and now he's depressed

a great virtue of Alex's: apologizing even with he's not sure what he did wrong

This movie is so cute

Get ready get ready!!!!

The little prince is so pretty

Henry baby you're so pretty

Henry kind of looks like a grown-up Prince George

An English Rose (describing Henry)

The prince really looks like a blue-blood

Wow they even included steamy breaths

This is such as fantasy

Look, a snowflake fell onto Henry's shoulder and melted

This is a beautiful fairytale

"Be a writer live in Paris" is a (Oscar) Wilde meme

Breaking News: The prince of England wants to live in Paris hahahaha

The prince of England has too much hair this is sci-fi lmao

Why does everyone in English-dominant areas have some sort of longing fantasy towards Paris? What's so good about Paris anyway?

English people: Wait, live in Paris? No no no no no you can't

Ohhhh and then they went on a date in Paris

Everybody look carefully! Henry's lips are already swollen… they shot a lot of takes for this scene, and he can't even cover the swelling lmao

Those who desired me I have no interest in, yet those I desire I cannot have (my English translation of a very poetic fan translation of the "people I date don't interest me" line)

Here to watch the British way of hair-grabbing

*a lot of exclamations and feral screaming

The kettle is boiling (aka intense screeching sounds)

Brave Kitty!!!!

Wow Wow Wow WOW WOW WOW

The first son is actually responding to the kiss!

So soon? I'm screaming!!!!

That's a passionate kissing-back, Alex

I straight up turned into a rubber chicken

I'm just gonna quietly pull back the progress bar a couple million times...

FUCK!!!

Henry kissed Alex just because he wanted to pour his feelings out, he didn't imagine Alex would kiss him back

I fucking love how straightforward this is

Ahhhhhh I'm blushing I'm blushing I'm fully pink now

Puppy wanted to keep kissing, Kitty stepped back first

I'm crawling on the floor

HE DIDN'T REJECT THE KISS

Oh damn Alex wants more

OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS

DON'T BE SHY KISS HIM BACK

...Okay, so to briefly summarize: The shot is pretty, Alex is a good boi, Henry is pretty, Fuck France (no offence French Folks sorry lmao especially my friend @alittlefrenchtree😂) , screaming at the kiss

Yup there's you go!!! Lemme know what scene to do next!!!：Ｄ

Previous Parts

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 47

Miyoung walked hand in hand with Sungchan when something caught her attention. She tugged on his shirt, looking up at him, "Do you know something?"

"About?" Sungchan replied, raising a brow and gazing at her. She bit her lip, studying his face before shaking her head. This piqued his curiosity, and he stopped walking to face her. "You can tell me."

"It's just that Eunseok ignored Jiwoo earlier. It feels like he hasn't been talking to her," Miyoung shared, "But maybe I am just overthinking things, right?"

"You are not overthinking things," Sungchan reassured her, pinching her cheek gently. "But I don't know anything about it, Miyoung."

"You don't? Oh well, I guess we just have to wait and see." She sighed. "Did everyone get the invitations? I want everyone to be there. It is going to be so much fun!"

"Don't you think it's a bit too much?" Sungchan questioned, aware that Miyoung was going to pay for everything during their trip to Jeju.

"I am not going to pay; my dad is," she clarified. "So you don't have to worry about it. Besides, aren't you excited?"

"Actually, I am. Are there any adults coming?" Sungchan inquired, aware that Shotaro would be there, but he wondered if another adult would join them.

"Actually yes, the housekeeper will help us," she revealed with a smile. "I also invited Suyoung's cousin."

At the mention of Suyoung's cousin, Sungchan let out a deep sigh. "For what good reasons did you invite him?" He knew about Anton's rude behavior toward Miyoung earlier. If he had been there, he would have confronted the boy, but Miyoung told him that Anton had apologized. Despite the apology, Sungchan's impression of Anton was far from good.

"Well, I think it is nice to have someone new to get to know, right? He's just a kid, and Jiwoo can manage him," Miyoung explained. "Did you know he only listens to her?"

"And why is that?" Sungchan questioned.

"Because he said he likes Jiwoo more than anything," Miyoung smiled. "I think it is cute… and I think you are being too serious nowadays, Jung Sungchan." She finally voiced her concerns, sensing something off about Sungchan's recent demeanor. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, babe. I am okay," Sungchan assured her. "It's just that I have so much stuff to do."

"Hey, you know I can always help," Miyoung offered, cupping his cheek.

"Well, if you say so… How about a…" Sungchan smiled and tapped his cheek.

"What? Here? We are at school!" She blushed, looking around to see if there were people. When she found no one, she immediately pecked his lips and ran away, leaving Sungchan momentarily surprised. He had intended for a kiss on the cheek, but he got more than he expected.

...

Seunghan was torn about whether to tell Jiwoo that he had already opened Wonbin's package. Sohee, the only person besides him who knew, advised him to be straightforward. They sat together under the afternoon sky on the football field, enjoying the peaceful moment.

"You can just tell her about it," Sohee suggested. "If you stress about it too much, you'll be affected."

"I just don't want Jiwoo to be hurt or sad," Seunghan admitted.

"Remember when she said that we are not responsible for others' feelings? That's just how it is," Sohee reminded him. "You are responsible for your own feelings."

"I just can't," Seunghan said, covering his eyes with his arm as he grappled with his emotions.

"Jiwoo's not gonna make a big deal out of it, man," Sohee reassured him. "Don't treat her as if she could not handle things on her own."

"I just care so much about her!" Seunghan exclaimed, surprising Sohee, who chuckled at his emotional outburst. "Sorry, I envy how you and Suyoung are staying strong."

"Because we are both strong. We talk things out. We cry. We laugh. All together," Sohee shared with a smile. "I am going to marry her someday."

"Tsk," Seunghan scoffed, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "Good for you."

As Jiwoo approached them, they got up from the grass. "Are you just going to lie here?" she teased.

"We were about to go to the cafe," Seunghan chuckled, seeking help from Sohee, who was still brushing grass off his pants.

"Okay, we can go together," Jiwoo suggested with a smile. "Shall we?"

"Ah, Jiwoo… about the package," Seunghan blurted out as Sohee nudged him to do so. Jiwoo stopped and looked at him.

"The package? Ah, from Wonbin?" Jiwoo asked.

"Yes, about that… um," Seunghan struggled to find the right words, but Jiwoo already seemed to know what it was. Wonbin hadn't remembered her. Jiwoo gave him a smile and patted his head.

"It's okay!" Jiwoo said. "You don't have to tell me that." She assured him, but Seunghan knew it still saddened her. It wasn't Seunghan's fault or Wonbin's. Maybe that's just how things were for the two of them. "We should go," she suggested, patting his shoulder.

Seunghan sighed heavily.

"See? She's fine with it. You're overthinking," Sohee teased, walking ahead of him, following Jiwoo. As they reached the school gates, the boys saw Anton approaching Jiwoo. Seunghan immediately ran to push him away, but Jiwoo stopped him. He had always disliked Anton, and regardless of the age difference, Anton had consistently treated them poorly, except for Jiwoo.

"Seung! Stop it," Jiwoo intervened. "Chanyoung's with me," she said, and Seunghan reluctantly let go of Anton's shirt. "It's fine. He's going to the cafe with us."

"He is trouble, Ji," Seunghan replied. "What good is he going to bring to the cafe?"

"Myself?" Anton responded sarcastically. "I am going to watch Jiwoo work, so you don't have to feel threatened by my presence."

"Like he said," Jiwoo sighed. She couldn't emphasize any further about Anton's attitude toward her friends. "Besides, Miyoung unni invited him to Jeju, so if possible, try not… both of you pick a fight. I am not babysitting any of you." She warned Seunghan and Anton.

"Bringing a devil," Seunghan scoffed.

"Seung!" Jiwoo glared. "Please?"

"Fine. But I am warning you, once he does something to you, I'll definitely beat him up," Seunghan threatened, glaring angrily.

"Trust me. I can beat him up more than you can do," Jiwoo said, patting his chest. "So come on. We are going to be late."

...

"Hi! You must be a patron here." A group of girls approached Anton as he quietly enjoyed his soufflé pancake and iced latte at the table. Jiwoo had placed him there so she could keep an eye on him from the counter. Anton was wearing headphones, a clear signal that he didn't want to be disturbed, but the girls seemed oblivious to it. They continued to talk to him, despite Anton not acknowledging their existence.

"You must be Anton Lee, the swimming athlete. I'm a fan!" One girl couldn't resist holding his hand as he attempted to take a bite from his pancake. In doing so, she made Anton drop his fork. As she tried to pick it up, she accidentally hit his drink, causing it to spill all over the floor and stain his white shirt and pants.

Everyone gasped. Jiwoo hurriedly came to clean the mess, but the girl pushed her aside and took over the cleaning, inadvertently causing Jiwoo to fall on the floor. Anton saw it and wanted to react similarly to the girl. He reached for her head, intending to push her away, but Seunghan stopped him.

Seunghan helped the girl, apologized for the mess, and then Anton helped Jiwoo up.

"Are you alright, noona?" he asked, and Jiwoo nodded. He showed no intention of acknowledging the girls. The embarrassed and annoyed group of girls quietly walked away.

"I'm fine, Chanyoung," Jiwoo said, pulling away. She was upset and hated this kind of feeling. Every time something bad happened, all the memories came rushing back.

"We'll clean this up," Sohee said, intervening and seeing Jiwoo's reaction. She tapped Seunghan to help, and Jiwoo retreated to the quarters to gather herself. In moments like these, she needed to be alone to regain control. It felt like she was slowly losing her breath, suffocating from the weight of past experiences. She wanted to bury everything behind her because of the good people around her, but the pain would always resurface, hurting her.

"It's weird that you only see Jiwoo and no one else," Sohee commented to Anton, who remained seated. Although he did not respond, Anton knew to himself why. He just couldn't share it with anyone. The fact that Jiwoo reminded him of someone dear to him was one of the biggest reasons.

"I should get him another drink," Seunghan got up, but when he reached the counter, one of their female coworkers approached him. Sohee watched them and noticed Seunghan running back to the quarters.

"Jiwoo!" Seunghan gasped when he found Jiwoo collapsed on the floor. "Call Wooseok-hyung, hurry!" he instructed as he picked Jiwoo up and laid her on his lap. Gently tapping her cheeks, Jiwoo was unconscious after succumbing to hyperventilation. Her uncle arrived a moment later and began checking on her.

"Jiwoo? Jiwoo… Can you hear me?" Wooseok said as he checked her pulse. "She's fine, but call 119. She must have hyperventilated."

...

Jiwoo woke up, squinting from the brightness around her. A hand appeared above to cover her eyes, and it was Anton sitting next to her. Groaning in pain, Jiwoo immediately sat up, thinking about work. She must have fainted when the girl pushed her earlier.

"God," Jiwoo gasped, feeling a sudden headache. The memories of what happened rushed back. She had passed out after entering the room. "How did I…"

"Well, your coworker found you unconscious on the floor, so Wooseok-hyung called 119, and now you're here at the hospital," Anton explained, handing her a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. Don't worry, I didn't put poison in it."

"Why would I think of that?" Jiwoo frowned, taking the bottle from his hand and drinking it. "Thanks." She smiled and ruffled his hair. "Where are they?"

"Hmm, they had to stay in the cafe to work since it's not closing time yet. Your uncle is at the lobby calling your parents," he replied. Anton wanted to be useful for Jiwoo, so he answered her queries right away. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Much better," Jiwoo sighed and laid back on the bed, closing her eyes.

"I heard that you have a panic disorder," Anton spoke gently, looking at her face. "Since when?"

"I don't really like talking about it, Chanyoung," Jiwoo replied. It was something she didn't want others to know, but she guessed, no secrets in life are left unturned. She expected Anton to insist, but he just went quiet, so she opened her eyes and tapped his hand. "Why do you ask?"

Anton turned away for a moment, trying to gather the courage to open up to her, silently gripping his own hand as he contemplated whether to speak or shrug it off. He then turned to look at her and smiled, "I'll tell you when I am ready, noona."

Jiwoo smiled, nodding, respecting his answer. "It's okay. I can wait for you," she said.

"It's unfair," Anton squinted his eyes. "You don't want to tell yours, but you want me to tell mine." Jiwoo chuckled at his wits. "Completely unfair."

"Well, it's big enough for you to know that I have that." She sighed. "I've been keeping it for so long. I want to manage it."

"But it's not going to help you better," Anton said, understanding the feeling.

"I know, but please, keep this a secret. Ok?" She asked him sincerely. She didn't want her friends or her family to know about this. It so happened that her uncle was with her when she had an attack, and she asked him to keep it a secret from her family.

"Okay, noona." Anton smiled.

...

Jiwoo was finally discharged. Wooseok had called her parents about what happened and assured them it was nothing serious. She was walking with her uncle out of the hospital, Anton having left a little early due to a sudden appointment.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Wooseok asked as they headed to the parking lot. Jiwoo assured him for the umpteenth time and told him not to worry too much because of her condition. "I do think it's better to tell your mom about this."

"They're already worried about other things that matter, uncle," Jiwoo said. "I have to be consistent in helping them, not being a burden."

"You're too young to worry about what adults worry," he sighed in defeat. He wanted to tell his sister, Jiwoo's mom, about her, but Jiwoo was too smart about almost everything in life. "If things become too hard to control, I will tell them."

"You're the best, uncle," Jiwoo smiled. Wooseok opened the front car door for her to get in. She was about to do so when she heard running footsteps coming from behind, and it was Eunseok, stopping his steps, chasing his breath. His eyes were filled with worry and relief when he saw her. His disheveled hair hinted at the rush he made from the hotel where his family was having dinner.

"Eunseok?" Jiwoo blinked, confused about why he was there. Especially considering he hadn't been talking to her for weeks. Eunseok collected himself, trying to catch his breath until he was able to move his legs again and walked towards her. Jiwoo felt embarrassed seeing him, not because she didn't want to see him, but because she felt glad to see him.

"Are you alright?" Eunseok asked between his heavy breaths, holding himself back from touching her face. He was in no position to do so.

"I'm okay, Eunseok. How did you know I was here?" Jiwoo asked, confused about why he had to run all the way there.

"Sohee told me. Ahh…" Eunseok fell to his knees as he couldn't stand any longer. He couldn't believe he had run all the way from the hotel, where his family was having dinner. Jiwoo noticed he was wearing a suit, indicating he'd just left an important event.

"Jiwoo, do you want me to go?" Her uncle asked, already in the car waiting for her to get inside. Jiwoo was on the fence about it, wondering why Eunseok was there. She thought he wouldn't talk to her anymore.

"Please… stay with… me." Eunseok panted, and Jiwoo took that as her decision, telling her uncle that she could go home on her own afterward. Wooseok left her with Eunseok.

They both sat on a bench in a park across from the hospital. Eunseok finally recovered and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. They were seated apart, but Jiwoo could smell his cologne from that distance. She quietly cursed herself for feeling more embarrassed when she actually agreed to stay with him. She didn't know what to say.

"Sohee told me that you collapsed and were rushed to the hospital," Eunseok spoke as he fidgeted his fingers on his lap. He did not dare to look at her because it would only make him want to get closer to her. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, I am fine. No cuts, no wounds," Jiwoo said, to which Eunseok nodded.

"I see," he smiled a bit. It was not only Jiwoo who was struggling to say something. Because he did not plan to see her tonight, but the moment he knew about what happened, it made him completely forget where he was and run all the way to see her. "Have you eaten?"

"Hmm? I ate bread. Anton bought me some before he left," she answered, still not looking at him.

"Ah, so he was here," Eunseok commented, slightly jealous but good at hiding it.

"Have you eaten?" Jiwoo asked, unsure of where this conversation would take them. Eunseok nodded, but right before he could say that he had eaten, his stomach grumbled, making Jiwoo snort at the sound. "We should grab something to eat."

"It's fine. I can take you home," Eunseok said, worried that Jiwoo was still not feeling well. But Jiwoo got up and showed him that she was fine. In fact, she was happy to see him and that they talked.

"Come on, I know a place," she said and led the way to a small restaurant a few streets away from the hospital, located in a small neighborhood. The restaurant was owned by a woman in her 50s and had been running it for 30 years. She made the best bibimbap in that area and had been consistent in what customers loved about it.

Eunseok found the place a little too small. It had only five tables, and people had to sit on the floor. Somehow, it was cozy and could still move around. Luckily, the table by the window became vacant, so Jiwoo took it and cleaned the table.

"Aigoo, let me do that," the old woman sighed as she took the dishes on the tray and scolded Jiwoo for acting like a worker and not a customer. "Are you here to eat alone again?" she asked. The way she spoke to Jiwoo was a bit too loud and mean, but it was only how she spoke, and Jiwoo did not seem to mind it, simply smiling with kindness at the old lady.

"I actually brought a friend. He is starving," she said and ushered Eunseok to sit with her. The woman eyed Eunseok and was in awe to see a handsome boy enter her restaurant.

"Good evening, ma'am," Eunseok politely greeted her.

"Good Lord, this boy is handsome. Isn't he different from the one you brought before?" she asked, referring to Wonbin, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, and even Sungchan, who had been brought here. Eunseok was so confused and surprised to see that Jiwoo had been hanging out here a lot. "My dear, you are so blessed to be surrounded by beautiful men."

"Oh, I am happy to be friends with them too," Jiwoo said with such elegance and sincerity. She then ordered a bowl of bibimbap, which was already good for two people. She added a set of pork dumplings and kimchi stew. Eunseok let her order the food for them since she knew what was good there.

"Am I the last one to come here? It seems like Sungchan came here first before I did," Eunseok commented, finding it amusing.

"I did not come here with him alone," Jiwoo explained. "The girls wanted to come here, but the boys wanted to tag along," she said. "I did not mind because it is fun to be with everyone, to be honest."

"Did you come here alone with Wonbin too?" Eunseok asked, and Jiwoo innocently recalled the past, shaking her head sideways. "There were three of us," she said, making Eunseok nod. He smiled as if he found something interesting. "Why?"

"So, you are alone with me," Eunseok smiled.

As soon as she realized what he meant, Jiwoo's cheeks turned pink. She completely forgot that Eunseok always spoke his thoughts out loud. Jiwoo looked away and chose to ignore him, but her reaction was adorable.

[lamentingocean]

SEAGULL X GUN.

"Ready...aim..and THRUST!"

seagull put in wind power in a spear move. Sweat emerged from his head. It was almost nighttime. it took all day to train with gun for an upcoming mission assigned in the deep voice of the master of black rabbit, gun clapped his hand.

"Ok, that's it for today, for doing a good job, following my movements, and following my training process as well, i will treat you to dinner today..it's all on me."

His palm reached to his forehead, the sweat slightly coating a part of his palm, but he was hungry and sore at the same time.

"Ahh. thank you gun, where are we going to eat at? Order some food in the golden Jade palace or a restaurant?"

the spear was put down in the weapons rack, a small towel scrubbed into seagull's face.

"Hmm... maybe a restaurant, we can go to the plum blossom pavilion or go get some noodles."

Gun closed the gates to black rabbit, I didn't take a while to go back to ilyang. Seagull thought about a lot of stuff about gun, how he was assigned to train you, how he treats you to a restaurant at first, and how he's a kind person that is a real one that protects his men, and the one that seen the real power of the errand boy that turned into a master. it shook him once they got to ilyang. it seems to be a event going on.

"Gun, ilyang seems to be crowded. What's going on?"

a slight look of blush took over his handsome face.

"ehm..it wasn't a treat, but I been stuck on the time to train you on whatever mission that crazy bastard gave us, so I found a event step up here this morning so I took up on the offer to take you there to spend time for you.."

a grin stuck to his face, his straightforward words took up to heart, chinese music played in the event.

Korean food smelt in the air of ilyang, the beauty of women kissed the men around the event, dango, traditional dancing, and a perfect chance to get some food. his voice spoke up at this.

"So seagull. where do you want to eat first?"

"Hmm... there is a chinese restaurant here so we can do that."

the doors opened to an open attire to the event. It was mainly red and orange. gun payed for the food.

"what do you want to order?"

there was a menu of many options, many options for food to eat, and definitely spring rolls too.

"Wonton soup."

"Coming right up sir♡"

an awkward silence. Once food was being made in the kitchen of this restaurant, gun spoke up first to shatter the silence like a fresh mirror.

"I wanted to thank you. For devoting yourself to getting stronger and trying your best to remain in rank of black rabbit, I trained you strong enough to go up against the heavenly generals in a 5v1. but it isn't just training too."

"Hm? What do you mean??"

"What I mean.. I mean that it's unfair that I kept my true feelings from you because I'm afraid it was jeopardized in our training cycle.."

their food came in before Seagull could say a word.

"No no..it's ok to express what you need to say towards me. and what feelings?"

His face almost turned pink.

"it's feelings of.....what I'm trying to say is that I had a liking to you all this time... even if it means ignoring and cussing out people who don't support the IGBT and people who don't appreciate others being happy with their sexuality."

a warm laughter spilled out of seagull's voice.

"mhm..so are you saying you want to be in a relationship with me..?"

He nodded with his adorable face, filling his face with some Chinese chicken.

"Let's speak about it more after dinner. ok?"

It was 2 hours later, and the event was still railing the streets of ilyang with the music. they walked back to black rabbit, they didn't say a word to each other for the walk back to the clan.

"Thank you for taking me out for dinner, gun. I really appreciate it♡'

his warm hand went to his cheek, facing his brown eyes, his lips crashed into seagull. he pulled away, covering his mouth out of embarrassment.

"Yes..I do want to be in a relationship with you so.."

(Sorry, it's short, but hopefully, it's good enough)

[stevetonyweekly]

Steve Tony Weekly - December 11th

 Happy Sunday! Here’s what I’ve read this week. Enjoy and remember to leave your author comments/kudos. 

***Marks my recent favorites 

~*~ 

Selfish Secret by ABrighterDarkness

He felt a heavy roll of animosity and jealousy roll through him strong enough to make his teeth ache as he watched that familiarly muscled arm drape over someone else’s shoulders. Tony could feel that comforting weight across his own as crystal clear in memory as the visual he was being treated to.

Hold Fast, Dear Captain by RoseGoldAmpersand

Tony remembered Doctor Stephen Strange from the more wild nights of his youth, but he was pretty sure Strange hadn't worn a cape back then. At an Avenger's gala, Tony reunites with his ex-lover and a jealous Captain America sets out to remind his partner exactly who it is he belongs to.

Never Mind Where I Am by scribblywobblytimeylimey

“Please tell me you just kissed me.”

 Tony wakes up from his fall in New York heavily concussed. He may not know where he is, what just happened, or who the people around him are; but even without his memories, he’s willing to bet the man at his side is the most beautiful human being he’s ever laid eyes on.

Insta-Family by parkrstark 

Tony and Steve foster Harley and Peter: two boys with their own trauma to deal with. It isn't as easy as they thought it'd be, and it takes the four of them some time before they become a family.

This series follows this family and their extended family through life.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President by navaan

Steve does not expect to see Tony before the festivities begin in Washington. Of course, Tony wants the president to open his present as early as possible.

.... or the flag!porn story

All I Want For Christmas Is You by xmarrrvelx (cptstarkrogers)

"It's snowing." Steve didn't need to look down to know that Tony was gazing up at him with those wonderful eyes.

"Yes, it is."

"I'm borrrrreeeeed—"

Steve had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, are you now?"

"Can we go ice skating?"

That certainly took Steve by surprise.

The Sea Ice: -1.8 °C (28.8 °F) by schmevil

O brave new world, that has such people in it. Always-a-girl!Cap adjusts to life after the ice.

gripping the ledge of unreason by firebrands

tony and steve have known each other for years, and finally opened a bookstore together. steve has learned to keep his feeling in check, and then tony had to go and quote poetry at him.

(Marvel Bingo 2019 fill for "book store"

Mobius Strip by dirigibleplumbing

Steve sets off to return the Infinity Stones. It ends up not being quite as straightforward as he'd imagined.

A Long, Final Rest Among the Stars by nostalgicatsea

This wasn’t a cave. Nebula wasn’t Yinsen, and they weren’t captives. But he had come full circle back to Afghanistan.

He was stranded, with no sign of life anywhere and no hope of rescue. And he was going to die.

Like a Comet Streaming On by Sineala

Tony escapes Afghanistan with a functioning Iron Man suit and a perfectly normal heart. He even manages to bring Ho Yinsen home safely at his side. But he may as well have lost everything... because his wolfbrother is dead. Six months later, the Avengers find Captain America, frozen in ice, miraculously alive. Everything and everyone Steve has ever known is gone -- except his wolfsister, the recipient of the lupine version of the super-soldier serum, who was frozen in his arms. Tony has everything but his wolf. Steve has only his wolf. This is how their lives fit together.

A reread but one of my favorite AU’s. Just gorgeous. 

crush my lips to wine by meidui

Their first real kiss is under an olive tree in the summertime, as the sun sets softly. The kiss tastes like honey and wine.

Principle of the Thing by Annie D (scaramouche)

In Tony’s opinion, the only thing worse than having a crush on Steve is: having a crush on Steve while Steve won’t shut up about how great Tony is.

The Kiss with the Thousand Flavors by ralsbecket

He had a stupid grin on his face after Tony pulled away, gazing directly into his whiskey-brown eyes. Steve’s confession came out like a breath, “Tony, I think I love you.” And then he kissed him one more time, just because he could.

Or, chronicling Steve and Tony's love story through fifty kinds of kisses.

***Relativistic Heat Conduction by BlossomsintheMist

Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

It’s been on my list to read for forever and it was just as good as I hoped it would be and utterly heartbreaking. 

****Silver Glass by BlossomsintheMist

“I would wait forever,” Tony tells him, mouth still soft and warm on his neck, “but no,” he says, “not long.” Something of a coda to Relativistic Heat Conduction.

Gorgeous coda that made me tear up. 

[lonelybutihaveacat]

Hi anon, @quidfree , if you don't mind I'll add some of my own favourite tdbk fics to this list? I know it's been a few years but in case anyone is still hunting for fics, it's one of my favourite pairings and I'd love to share 😁 All fics are COMPLETE and hosted on AO3.

Soft Touch by seventh_time_lucky

Shouto knows that the appropriate thing to do now is to pull his head out of the cupboard, stand up, and explain to Bakugou that he’s looking for the first aid kit. He also knows that if he does that, Bakugou will most likely let go of his hand. And – he doesn’t want that. OR Todoroki gets hit with a quirk that makes him sick unless a particular person is touching him. And that particular person just happens to be Bakugou Katsuki.

15 chapters, 62k words

one of my FAVOURITE tdbk fics of all time.

Excellent characterizations of both Bakugou and Todoroki

I'm a sucker for H/C and this is so good for that

even if i die (it's you) by monomoon

When Bakugou was suddenly and abruptly met with two cold, heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers right back at him, he had two immediate thoughts: "Why does he look like he's plotting my assassination?" and "Why the fuck are his eyes so pretty?" Or; where Todoroki never went to UA and, in rejection of his father's ambitions, became a paramedic; and where pro hero Bakugou Katsuki is just a little bit too intrigued with the heterochromatic man who always glares daggers at him whenever he sees him

12 chapters, 75k words

AU where Todoroki became a paramedic instead of a hero

Sass from paramedic!Todoroki 👌

I've reread this one multiple times, love me a good fic where they become begrudging friends first

Oblivious by maisierita

“Bakugou,” Todoroki said. He swallowed. Bakugou watched his throat bob. “Just to be clear, because I know I often misread social cues. Are you propositioning me?” Bakugou stroked Todoroki’s thigh. Todoroki had been a very straightforward teenager; Bakugou didn’t know the man very well but he suspected this facet of his personality had not greatly changed. “That depends,” he said. “Would you say yes if I were?”

1 chapter, 17k words

Bakugou and Todoroki run into each other at a wedding and hook up

characterizations are on point in this one

honesty is like a kiss on the lips (come closer and I'll tell you exactly how it is) by lelex

After the League of Villains incident, Katsuki is just trying to keep it together. Things are slipping through the cracks and he's on his hands and knees trying not to let any of his responsibilities out of his sight. Most of the time he can't bear to be touched, especially from behind or anywhere near the back of his neck. Which means his regularly scheduled haircuts are absolutely out of the question. It's fine, he's coping, he's dealing with it—his hair grows out long, longer than it's ever been, and that's fine too. Until it isn't. But Todoroki being in the right place at the wrong time in the communal boys bathroom as Katsuki is shaving his entire head in a fit of late night mania might just be the solution—one that spans years—that neither of them were looking for.

1 chapter, 31k words

Well written and portrays the subtle signs of PTSD that can be unexpected or go overlooked (i.e. hands on the back of Bakugou's neck)

I'm a sucker for "no words need to be spoken between us because we just understand each other" type of comfort between these two characters

The Drawing Board by strangergods

He understands, intellectually, that other people must do something with their day that doesn’t involve working out or getting beat up by super-powered mutant criminals or harassing one’s boyfriend into fucking them sideways. It’s just that he can’t quite picture doing it himself. -- Todoroki takes up a hobby.

1 0 chapters, 28k words

Established tdbk relationship

Todoroki learns to love himself through drawing and it is so beautiful

Somebody to Have, Somebody to Hold by ryanhasao3

Kaminari is very physical with his friends. He's constantly throwing himself at them, holding them with all he has and loving them and letting them love him back. Shouto can't remember the last time he was touched like that.

9 chapters, 24k words

Todoroki and Bakugou both struggle with physical touch, as neither of them grew up with (positive) physical touch from the people who were meant to love and raise them

Two broken people learning how to be a little more whole together

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by iizukuus

“IcyHot?” “I need—need help, I can’t, can’t—” Shouto breathes, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbles over to Bakugou, his muscles are weak, heavy—they aren’t working. His legs give out and— ”Easy, easy,” Bakugou stumbles back and keeps Shouto up with his steady arms, holds on to his waist tight. “I don't know what to do,” he hiccups, pressing his face into Bakugou’s shoulder as he sobs and tugs at his shirt, “what’s happening to me?” Shouto gets hit with a quirk that prevents him from sleeping and reality as he knows it, crumbles before him.

6 chapters, 42k words

well-written sleep-deprived psychosis

Did I mention I'm a sucker for H/C yet?

Blood on my shirt, Heart in my hands by UmBriella

Bakugou Katsuki likes to fight. Well– he likes to win, actually. But a win is only worth a damn when you have to fight for it, and there’s only one person in this stupid class who actually can put up a fight against Katsuki. That’s why the guy makes a halfway decent sparring partner – Icyhot’s strong. Icyhot’s powerful. He makes every damn thing look effortless, but when Katsuki’s his opponent, he has to actually try for once. So then– what the hell is he supposed to do when the half and half bastard stops trying? Or: Bakugou and Todoroki have an arrangement to spar after school for stress relief. But when Todoroki starts looking and acting strangely, Bakugou starts to pay a little closer attention.

12 chapters, 66k words

Heavy - deals with Endeavour's abuse - but so so so good

So well written

infrared lovemap by Trouble_Cleft

Shouto looks at the clock on Katsuki’s nightstand. “We were like that for seven hours. Maybe eight. And I was literally lying on top of you. We’ll probably have soulmarks for a week.” Katsuki puts his head in his hands and screams. Or: Katsuki and Shouto aren't really hiding their relationship and yet Class 1-A still receives one hell of a wakeup call.

1 chapter, 4k words

Fun one shot where being in physical contact causes those places to glow (like a heatmap)

Established relationship/relationship reveal

Burn it all down by dorothycanfly

Five years ago, fourteen year old Touya Todoroki's name was buried here. Today, Dabi has come home to make them all remember. He's gonna make them feel just what it's like to wish for death so the pain can stop. He's gonna destroy the little prodigy that took his place. He's gonna make his father say his goddamn name until he chokes on it. --- Or; Dabi breaks into the Todoroki house one night to kill his little brother. Things don't go as planned. Dabi and Shouto go on the run together, with Dabi raising his little brother to become the weapon that will destroy Endeavor. (And then the League kidnaps a UA student and a bird shows up.)

42 chapters, 303k words

A little different than the other fics on this list, since this is primarily a Dabi & Shouto fic. However - there is tdbk and I love this fic so so so much I had to put it on here!

All characters' actions are in character

Excellent relationship development, both for tdbk and DabiHawks

Realistic possiblity of what Shouto's life could have been, had he been raised by Dabi and become a villain very young

Dabi's slow and believable redemption arc (I'm also a sucker for Dabi redemption and brother!Dabi)

This fic legitimately made my heart hurt at points and made me cry.

And finally, I second @quidfree 's rec of Once more, with feeling by curovogel :)

Happy reading!

i would love some tdbk fic recs if you’ve got ‘em ;)

anon i love/hate you because i am a terrible fic-reader in the sense that i consume fics and then host them in my mind without ever bookmarking them so i had to search the wholeass tag on ao3 to try and hunt this shit down at 2 am last night

im sure there are others but heres the sparse handful i can vouch for from memory!

but you’ve already fallen for me, by deplore

i can’t imagine anyone who reads tdbk hasn’t already read all of deplore’s works, but this one in particular has their adult dynamics down pat as well as being very sweet and contained.

palm reading, by deplore for curovogel

see above; it matches my own headcanons very precisely that tdbk would be the kind to get to like several years into cohabitation but not have gotten around to holding hands.

house rules by yuu_chi

silly and adorable and extremely in-character. i love fics that acknowledge how annoying these two are to the external eye.

a step behind, by racing shadows

a story set in the context of mourning. very true to form for both of them, and complex in a way i can see them being if they’re not any friendlier sooner.

once more with feeling by curovogel

probably my favorite fic for this pairing. heavy nsfw content, so be warned. just strikes all the right elements of their personalities and relationship whilst having an intriguing plot as a bonus. also, as may be obvious from my own works, i am very fond of time-altering hijinks. aizawa is also great in this. the details really stick to me- the price of the fish, etc.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender by lelex

very sweet and yet very grounded. bakugou in love.

there’s one other quite long one-shot tdbk fic i really liked but can’t find for the life of me set in UA where they become fwb through a series of misunderstandings (todoroki thinks he’s agreeing to a fight at first) and then todoroki keeps trying to break up with bakugou and failing for a variety of increasingly flimsy reasons until he realises he’s into him at the eleventh hour.

the complete œuvre of mysterious ao3 writer shakespeares; latest fic in theaters now

sorry this is so short- like i said, i don’t read much for the pairing, and i’m going from memory here, hah.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Listen, I love Eddie gushing over his handsome boyfriend like all and any of us, but I have some thoughts. It's still planned for my set of fanfictions, Piece by Piece, but I'm drabbling my way towards happiness here.

Steve knows he is good-looking. He knows his hair is amazing, he knows he's toned, all that. People have been complimenting him for all his life, have been jealous, but most of all, it's all they have seen. The jerk with good looks. The jock with the hair. Then the babysitter, still with the hair. Steve isn't exactly proud of his looks, it's just what it is. He's a pretty boy and that's a fact. He doesn't argue against the compliments, he has learned long ago that any insecurity on his part is considered fake modesty. But he's terrified because he knows looks don't last, he knows he isn't as active as he used to be, he knows there will be wrinkles, grey hair, saggy skin and just like the enviable body he has now, he will not have any choice in it.

When he starts dating Eddie, he can tell Eddie likes the way he looks and that's fine, that's great even, but this isn't just a fling to him, it's his endgame. Steve likes making himself look pretty for his boyfriend, leans into his touch when Eddie strokes his hair, kisses his beauty marks, but there's this insistent, unrelenting voice in his head that keeps saying: "this is all you have to offer. This is all you are and all you'll ever be." He never shares this with anyone, but he dreads the day when Eddie finds out there is nothing else to Steve than his reckless disregard for his own health and his naturally but inevitably diminishing looks.

But Eddie is observant. When he gazes into Steve's eyes and whispers "you're so beautiful it hurts," Steve's lip quivers and he closes his eyes, as if he was memorizing the moment. It's subtle, but his muscles tense. Eddie knows in that second that there is something there, something he doesn't realize yet, but he's committed to unraveling the wire wrapping Steve's heart on his own. He doesn't push and prod, he experiments.

The next time, he doesn't go for the obvious, even if he wants to sing odes to Steve's shoulders, his back, his strong hands. Steve is cooking in the kitchen, fumbling around a bit, but the smell is delicious and he looks content. His hair is still ruffled from their night together and he's humming some pop song Eddie doesn't recognize. Eddie's heart swells with fondness and he wraps his arms around Steve's waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck. "What a sight you are," he mumbles into his shoulder. "When you smile like that, when you sing along your horrible music...you're making me realize how lucky I am all over again." He knows he said something right when Steve turns the prettiest shade of pink and starts spluttering that he's the lucky one, really, and does Eddie really enjoy his heartfelt rendition of Take On Me when pop normally makes his ears bleed? Eddie says "it's not the pop I like, it's you. It makes you happy and I love seeing you happy," and Steve just melts into his arms.

From that point onwards, he makes sure to compliment Steve's choices, not just his looks, even though he never fails to whisper exactly what Steve's body does to him in the bed. He tells him that the new shirt makes him look even more radiant, he tells Steve he loves it when he lets loose once in a while and gets silly, he swoons over his voice, praises how well he handles the kids, his effort, his style. And Steve finally opens up about his insecurities, asking whether Eddie doesn't find him boring, with how straightforward he is, how one-dimensional. "I don't care for fireworks, Steve," he tells him and strokes that beautiful head. "They're pretty, exciting, but burn out soon and probably set your house on fire. Some relationships are like that, but not with you. Being with you...it makes me feel safe. I never have to guess what you mean, you just say it. Being with you is like sitting in front of a fireplace and having all the time in the world. I want that, nothing else."

Steve smiles at him and squeezes his hand. He chews on his lip and whispers: "All the time, huh? Even when I'm gray and ugly?"

Eddie gasps, offended. "The nerve of calling my boyfriend ugly, sir! Now I have to fight you for his honor! Ready your sword, scoundrel!" He tackles Steve to the bed, laughing like a madman. When he lands on top of him, he cradles his head gently and pecks him on the lips, just once, although he wants nothing more than to get lost in his embrace. "Seriously though, Stevie. You and ugly? Never to me, no matter what. But old? Hell yeah. If I get to see you all aged like fine wine or if you become the grumpiest asshole in this town, that's a victory in my book. Because it'll mean we survived all the crap life threw at us and you'll have kept me around. What's not to love about that?"

And it seems the wire constricting Steve's heart is loosening because there are tears in his eyes and he doesn't flinch when Eddie kisses them away. "I'll be looking forward to it then," he whispers into Eddie's hair.

From then on, Steve doesn't fear new wrinkles. He celebrates them with Eddie, counting each gray hair as a small step toward their victory, as Eddie called it. And it turns out that Steve is okay being complimented on his looks after all, because when Eddie kisses his laugh lines and mentions how much he enjoys them ("these are a proof you find me hilarious, Steve! Of course I love them!"), Steve finds himself seeing his body as a map of his life, the moments with Eddie, Robin, the kids, and as his wise boyfriend once said: "What's not to love about that?"

[kireijae]

ldh. 15:34

pairing; haechan x reader (gn)

genre; fluffy fluff

an; based on ‘fill it up’, again, fuck editing my own shit

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watching them hit the shuttlecock around became a fixation as the minutes went on. in your already tired state it was easy to be transfixed by such a monotonous sight. that is, until, lee haechan’s screams filled the air. every time he lost a point he let his frustration out and into the ears of the people around him. it was far too funny to watch him overreact to losing a game of badminton. the usually cocky haechan falling to his knees on the wet grass in mock pain.

“what’s wrong with me today?!” he yelled in one of his outbursts.

“do you want a list?” mark quipped from the other side of the net.

haechan let out another yell of anguish before nearly getting hit with the shuttlecock from behind.

“haechan,” johnny started, “i think you should just go inside— for your safety.”

haechan laughed and stuck his tongue into his cheek.

“i agree,” jungwoo joined in. when the boys saw an opportunity to dogpile, they’d take it. “it’d be better for our ears too.”

“haechan, just quit,” added mark, his straightforwardness causing an outburst of laughter again.

you decided to join in, trying not to laugh as you picked up the blanket you had been using to cover your legs and walking towards him. you placed the blanket over his shoulders and said, “it’s okay haechan. let’s go. you did really good okay?”

haechan played into the skit you’d created and let you guide him away from the game, while the others laughed and continued playing.

you and haechan got inside and he continued his sad act. his shoulders were slumped and his head was down. he saw the chihuahua and bent down to rub their fur, but the dog tottered away from him as soon as he reached the ground.

“i can’t even get the dog to like me?!”

“it’s okay,” you patted his head as he stayed still in his crouched position, “you’re still cute even though you’re a loser.”

his jaw dropped and he looked up at your laughing face.

“i don’t know if i should flirt back or cry,” he stated in bewilderment.

your mouth opened in shock at his words, “flirting? who says i was flirting?”

haechan’s demeanor changed drastically. he stood up, somehow towering over you, despite being only a few inches taller.

“so you weren’t flirting with me?” he raised his eyebrows and took one last step closer to you.

you shook your head and tried your best not to look too bashful. you saw haechan’s eyes fall to your lips and he began leaning in slowly.

“what are you doing?” you whispered, not moving away and finally allowing your eyes to move to his plump lips. he took your movements as a good sign, if you didn’t want this you’d have moved away or pushed him back.

“giving up,” he replied, before slotting his lips between yours.

as soon as you registered what was happening ( which did take longer than haechan would have liked) you began kissing back. you placed your hand on the side of his face in an attempt to ground yourself, but when he placed his slender fingers around your wrist you felt higher up in the clouds than ever.

the only reason you pulled away was to suck in a breath of air, the adrenaline in your body making it hard to breathe.

“you call that giving up?” you laughed breathlessly.

“i lost most of the other games today, might as well give up on the one we were playing,” he said as if it were obvious.

“we were playing a game?” you questioned coyly.

he nodded and hummed, “the ‘pretend not to have feelings for each other game.’”

you smiled at him and pulled him to you again by his shirt. “you really are bad at games.”

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if only i could stop fucking writing bc this place makes me miserable :)

[itsdanii]

Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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[kairakeiji]

“you know there’s a line of people who are just waiting for the chance to be with you?”

iwaizumi laughed "that's quite a random thought."

"i wouldn't say it's random," you reply. "i for one believe it's quite true."

and iwaizumi simply shakes his head “i think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

you rolled your eyes at his response, not missing the blatant reference to his best friend and your cousin. "no i don't think i have."

the boy scoffed at your supposed joke, "ok where's the line?"

"right here!" you chimed happily, pointing at yourself.

"not this again," he started, his heartbeat picking up at your response. "your straightforwardness is going to get you in trouble one day."

"so what?" you shrugged. "i mean you know i like you."

"that i do know," he answered with a sigh.

and iwaizumi also knew that he liked you, that was a fact he recently learned to start accepting, especially with your initial confessions and frequent passes at him. and while he was certain his best friend would be ok with him dating his cousin, there was a thought in the back of my mind that it wasn't right, that oikawa wouldn't be as happy for you both as he would give off. as much as he wanted to be with you, he didn't want to hurt his best friend. but ever since your confession and the fact that he did express that he felt the same, you've been notorious with every pass you made, dramatic almost in the way you talked with him.

you were like oikawa in that way, maybe it ran in the family.

"and are you gonna do anything about it?" you asked. "you don't wanna keep this line of people waiting."

"it's just you," he deadpanned.

you jokingly turned around and sure enough, no one was there. "they'll be here soon," you said with a rather coy smile.

"isn't it better if you don't have a line?" he asked. "it is less competition for you after all."

"i like the line though," you said happily "plus when you finally ask me out, it'll be so satisfying to see their sad faces."

"you sadist."

"then you better ask me out before everyone gets here hajime."

his hand hit his forehead, almost in hopes of hiding the blush on his cheeks. "i hate you."

"no you don't."

"but oi-"

"is fine with it!" you reassured for the nth time. "i swear i asked him about this a thousand times just to make you feel better. he's sick of it."

iwaizumi sighed "but-"

"no more buts, no more what ifs," you interrupted stepping closer to him. "i like you, you like me, we know this." your heart was racing. in all your moments with iwaizumi, you had never been this forward.

it was thrilling.

"so are you gonna do anything about it or not?" you smiled. "i mean that line's gonna be here any minute."

"you give me migraines," he responded.

"and you make me bang my head against my desk with your indecisiveness," you countered. "but you don't hear me complaining about it."

he laughed, "i can't believe i fell for you."

you sighed, "you must've fallen hard."

and he paused, thinking to himself for a moment before finally saying "alright you win."

you blinked, "wait i win what?"

iwaizumi smiled, "after all that flirting you can't understand what i'm getting at?" he stepped closer to you, your back hitting the wall behind you. "i give up, you win!" he said once more, holding his hands up in surrender.

"i win what?" you mumbled.

and he kisses you.

your eyes widen before fluttering closed, wanting to savor every second of this. his fingertips trace your jaw, wanting to map every inch, every critical detail of this moment. you smelled like vanilla, your lips tasted like cherry.

and iwaizumi just couldn't get enough.

you pulled away with a smile, the sweet sound of your laughter leaving your lips as iwaizumi deemed it music to his ears. he met your gaze and despite the red on his cheeks, there wasn't an ounce of nerves in him as he said the words it felt as if you waited an eternity for.

"go out with me."

this sat in the drafts for AGES HOLY HELL

anyway thank u for reading, reblogs are sp appreciated!! <33

[k-dokja]

I CAME AS SOON AS I HEARD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Can i request a kayden fic where he gets lowkey jealous since reader got a marriage proposal (like what happened to jiyoung) out of nowhere. THANK YOU SO MUCH AND DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER MY LOVE!

"If you don't stop scowling, your face will stay stuck that way," you drawled after what would be the fifth continuous minute of Kayden glaring at you. It was a bit of a distraction when all you wanted to do was reading your recent purchase.

Normally, you would mind it little whenever he got moody. It was the side-effect of an overinflated ego, having a temper shorter than most because he could afford to be mad without caring about another's opinion. Once upon a time, this was the source of many disputes and fights between the two of you.

However, once you both set your pride aside, the two of you found that you were better friends than rivals. Then better lovers than friends. Although, whether the last one was an upgrade or not, was up to debate.

One thing about dating Kayden was that he wore his heart on his sleeve around you, which was the recipe for disaster when his worse moods reared their ugly heads. Being the person in the closest proximity and perhaps the source of his ire this time around, you had no choice but to deal with the upcoming storm.

"Hmph."

"What is it?"

"You know what it is," he crossed his arms in a defiant gesture of resistance to your attempt to pry his brain open. "You didn't have to stop me from fighting the Chapman boy."

Men. Incredibly simple-minded sometimes. "You didn't have to challenge him," you tutted.

"He insulted me by proposing to you!" Kayden protested. "Everyone knows we are together, why else would he do that if he didn't want to provoke me?"

"Of course," you deadpanned at his line of reasoning, so self-centred, "in no way that did he propose because I'm also immensely powerful and that there'd be mutual benefits if I allied myself with his family."

Kayden rolled his eyes. It was plain as day to see how he couldn't comprehend your perspective. Worse that Kayden himself also got a handful of proposals since the two of you got together, too.

You never thought much about it.

Flippant as Kayden was, it meant his rejection was often swift and straightforward. You often never heard about the people who offered to ally with him through the means of marriage. He had always made it his own task to ensure you never had to dwell on it.

And when your turn came, you returned the favour. It was an equal trade from both sides. You didn't see what he got mad about.

"Seriously, what are you mad for?" When Kayden refused to settle down, you had to become the one who set your book down and face him instead.

"You should've let me fight him." Once he finally got those words out, you couldn't help but want to ignore this and let it fizzle out with time. But Kayden bottling up his annoyance made for a very uncomfortable living, so you relented to deal with this before it blew up further.

You snorted. "And cause a diplomatic incident?"

"I would have been able to deal with it," Kayden retorted, "I just don't like how he looked at you, it felt... dirty."

"Perks of being hot," you replied lazily, "but seriously, come here."

At your beckoning, Kayden narrowed his eyes and hesitated for a moment. But all it took from you was a look for him to comply and walk over to you. As soon as he was within reach, you pulled him down until he was close enough for you to lean up.

The kiss you left on his jaw was a placating one, softening his edges when he was hell-bent on bristling about trivial matters. It captured Kayden's attention and had him narrowing his eyes down at you, even if he was struggling his best to maintain the glare.

"Stop overthinking about it," you kissed him again, lips upon lips, it was enough to stop him from scowling, "he doesn't deserve to die for a stupid mistake."

"Hmph."

"Kayden."

"Fine," he relented but didn't fully submit to your line of reasoning, "but if I ever ran into him again-"

You laughed a little, suddenly aware of why you never saw those people who proposed to him again. Maybe it would be wise of you to avoid the Chapman boy in the further, too. For his own good, if anything.

[mingiswow]

Boyfriend!Seungmin

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

Thanks, anon for the request! Sorry if took me a while 💖💖

our little puppy

not so little but oh well

omg my mind goes places with this boy

but because he’s so evil lmao

but okay leggo

you and him have been friends for quite some time

you met through school friends

you guys are part of the same squad (do people still use this word? idk)

and you have the biggest crush on him for like forever

but was too afraid to say something and kinda ruin the friendship and the group

so you just kept to yourself

and your best friend

That accidentally let it slip when she drunk texted Seungmin thinking it was you

Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental 🤡

He was genuinely surprised because he never thought you reciprocated his feelings

He just sent a print screen of the text she sent with “how about a date next Friday?”

You were so shocked, to say the least

1) you were going to murder your best friend

2) also you needed to thank her

3) asdfghjkl he liked you back

he took you to a cute little ice cream parlor

And you guys talked to each other for hours

Like… you were friends already but this was different

It was more intimate

after the date, he walked you home and asked if he could kiss you

because I’ll be honest here: Seungmin is pretty straightforward

He’s not afraid to tell the things he feels and wants

Even if deep down he is a little bit afraid

And when you guys kissed you knew it was him

So it didn’t take long for him to ask you to be his s/o

but we all know he is going to be the ironic boyfriend, right?

he has a sharp tongue

Which may lead to some arguments between the two of you

But he can’t help it, sometimes just slips out of his mouth and when he sees it you’re mad at him

I feel like if the arguments get more heated than usual he won’t assume he is wrong (if it’s the case)

His pride is quite thick

So you’ll have to learn to give way

but those arguments don’t happen often so don’t worry

He loves laying his head on your lap and to listen or talk about the day

Play with his hair and he’ll be at your mercy

He loves having you playing with his hair

also, give him massages on his shoulder or back and he’ll ask you to marry him

He loves your food

Doesn’t matter what it is

If you made it, he loves it

Loves taking you out to fancy dinners as well

He is definitely not a fan of pda

He doesn't feel comfortable with it

He’ll only hold your hand or smth like this if he feels like there’s someone getting too comfortable with you

He’s is not the jealous type

He needs to be really pissed to become jealous

Like the day he took you to an event and a senior idol was hitting on you even when you said you were taken

So he just pulled you close to him and walked away and pressed you against the closest wall

He’ll look deep into your eyes before finally relaxing, putting his head on your neck

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me”

That’s the moment you see him being vulnerable

Which makes you fall even more for him

Kiss him with all your love and he’ll know you won’t leave him

Ok Seungmin kisses

Slow

Passionate

Starts with little pecks all over your face until reaching your lips

He takes his time so he can feel every piece of his body reacting to the intimate touch

Hold your face between his hand

And just keep holding it until he can’t take anymore and pulls you closer by the waist

I know you want this so here you go

Nsfw from here on

He is a lover

That’s all I have to say

Just kidding

But fr he loves appreciating your body

Will touch, feel, kiss, lick, and bite every inch of it

And compliments you while doing so

He takes your pleasure first

He is a giver

He’ll go down on you and make sure you have at least two orgasms

He loves seeing you give yourself wholly to him

To trust your pleasure to him

So he’ll give you everything he has and a little bit more

And he can last quite some time

So expect a night full of love and pleasure

He’s is not a very kinky guy but there are certain things that turn him on

Sit on his face/fuck his face and he’ll eat you out like it’s his last meal

The boy knows how to use his tongue and mouth so take advantage of

Provoke him on his nipples and he'll see stars

Let him cum on your face and he’s in heaven

Has a foot fetish as well so play with his dick with your feet and boy oh boy he’ll be cumming in seconds

also if you happen to have boobs (no matter the size) he'll love to fuck them

The king of aftercare

He’ll run a bath for you both and rub moisturizers and bath butter on your skin

Likes to put on romantic slow music and bring some food and wine so you can recharge your energies and talk a little bit more

If you feel sleepy he’ll sing for you

Watch you sleep but not in a creepy way

Has a folder on his phone full of cute pictures of you sleeping that he’s planning to print someday

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys and your moments with them

note: female reader insert

warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔

starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki

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bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you

“hey hey hey babe”

“why?”

“let’s go on a date, i miss u”

The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.

Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.

You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.

“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”

sjDJHDBJSB DEAD

semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig

beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀

One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.

But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.

Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.

He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”

You let out a breath, “hey.”

You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”

“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”

sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back

you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.

you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.

It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.

He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.

You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”

He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.

“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.

Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.

“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”

The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.

tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library

having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?

Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.

Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.

Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.

“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.

But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.

Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”

kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream

Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.

He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma

What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.

But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.

It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.

kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much

King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?

“You know what?” Kuroo began.

You raised a brow, “what?”

“You’re small.”

“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.

Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”

You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.

matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him

You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.

“Hey.”

Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.

He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.

You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.

You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.

You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”

He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”

You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”

“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”

kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store

He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.

“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.

You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.

“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”

You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”

Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”

He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”

“Wha—?”

He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.

goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy

Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.

“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.

Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.

He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”

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liyue boys – how they kiss their s/o

liyue boys × gender-neutral!reader; 1.4k words. sfw headcanons of how baizhu, childe, chongyun, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli kiss their s/o. 

- ̗̀ baizhu  ̖́-

while baizhu’s reputation as the swindler from bubu pharmacy precedes him, even in normal day-to-day matters, he makes an effort to convey his sincerity to you when the moment is opportune.  typically, this is at the conclusion of the day, when the pharmacy takes its time to rest and the buzz of the moon overtakes liyue.

his touch on your wrist is loose, as if he intends to just feel your presence instead of seize it, to observe but not meddle; just as he does with changsheng, he finds great comfort in keeping you tethered to him through this contact.  

when baizhu romances you, it’s in the privacy of your office, or the stocking room – anywhere besides the service area, so you’re the only one who witnesses his dropped mask. 

his lips glide to your temple, serpentine and brisk, peppering short kisses down to your jaw.  his ministrations are rather sensual for a man so weak in composition, especially considering that he’s rather ruthless with his business dealings and doesn’t even spare a fraction of a discount for the desperate – but this gentler display is nonetheless welcome.

“and how can i help you tonight?  no, this isn’t bartering.  i mean this genuinely, for the one who can tolerate my short-comings as forgivingly as you do.  a new box of qingxin arrived this afternoon, and perhaps you’d like a look at it . . . ”

- ̗̀ childe / tartaglia  ̖́-

childe is excellent at the chase, and each time, his catch is you.  perhaps it’s his constant need for stimulus (he’s never been one for idleness) and the subsequent calling in his blood for a thrill.  his penchant for battle has made him flexible to most tricky scenarios, and thus he’s adept to what makes things tick – 

– including people.  and, of course, you. 

his greetings are customarily followed by doting kisses.  they’re gentle on your skin, like the drifting of snowflakes from the sky, yet there’s a bite to them as well, as if he’s nipping at you even without his teeth.  they’re innocently teasing at best, but at worst, grabbing all of your senses with their bold allure. 

“haha, got your attention now, have i?  no need to make that face!  ah, i promise.  be a bit more patient for me, and i’ll give you what you want.”

he prefers to give the kisses that he knows will consume you whole, cushion you in warmth like beach sand in the summer, but just as swiftly drag you undertow – namely, at the corners of your mouth, the height of your cheekbones, the pulses on your neck, and the rise of your collarbones. 

whether he leaves you with flushed cheeks and a stuttering voice, or absolutely breathless, you stir him all the same.

- ̗̀ chongyun  ̖́-

he’s a very straightforward individual, naively so sometimes – inherently wholesome, and that translates over to his relationship with you.  admittedly, he doesn’t display bold affections towards you all that much because he’s, well, shy.  he’d never thought of romantics before he became involved with you, and even then, all he’s heard about couples and love birds are from xingqiu – not the most trustworthy source.

“ah – i do not . . . i don’t have the words to describe . . . i apologize, but i really don’t know how to explain this light feeling in my chest.  but you seem to be happy!  and that’s really what matters to me.”

chongyun pecks you gently, as if he’s dealing with the finest of jade fragments.  very innocently, as well: just as a bird finds satisfaction in a well-kept nest, so does the young exorcist in the pleased reactions he draws from you.  

the two of you have yet to share a kiss on the lips.  and, honestly, it isn’t something characteristic of chongyun to want to engage with.  he has an ample reserve of boyish youth in him, and even at the thought of partaking in such an intimate act (xingqiu teases him to no end for this, but nonetheless chongyun’s perspective is understood) makes him red in the face. 

instead, he settles for your fingers, the back of your hand, and your cheeks.  light in sentiment, like the mild ice-cream he indulges in.

- ̗̀ xiao  ̖́-

if you’re fire, then xiao is afraid that he’s the water that will extinguish your light.  he’s harmed so many others, even when he never intended to, and doesn’t even want to think about you ending up the same way.  so he abstains, for the longest time, until you reassure him that he’s okay, that he’s suffered enough, and that he needs to live, too. 

xiao kisses you like both of you will break.  his lips barely even touch you, as if his presence is only part of your imagination, a fleeting zephyr in the liyue evening; he even hesitates to use his hands at first because only archons know how he’s razed the land with them.  they hover over your hips, and in moments of indulgence, he imagines how it would feel to hold you, unchained from his past.

“you make it easier for me to tolerate the days.  don’t look so concerned – there’s no need for you to worry about me.  you’re the one in the more precarious situation.  but i guess that’s one more thing that’s admirable about you . . . too trusting for your own good.”

in his mind, he cradles your hands, so much softer than his own, with no reason to raise a weapon.  he wishes to keep you that way, safeguarded from the cruelness of the world, and his lips cherish your knuckles, the backs of your hands, and all the way to your wrists.

- ̗̀ xingqiu  ̖́-

“what a thrilling smile on your face!  definitely one for the books.  yes – i’ve decided that you’ll be the inspiration for this next scene i write.  ah, actually, i need to outline it first . . . you won’t mind, right?  perfect, this is just the circumstance i’ve been looking for.”

like fresh flowers in a spring meadow, he’s as exuberant as he is vibrant with life.  he’ll come to you in the mornings, bid you a good day and plant a light peck on the corner of your mouth, delighted at the sight of you.  or, just when he’s stopping by your place, he’ll also make sure to commemorate your meeting with another smooch.  

xingqiu is, admittedly, easy to please when in a relationship, merely because he’s with who he wants the most: you, and his writing, all that he needs.  while he may joke about intertwining you into his writing, he truly does intend to cherish you. 

he enjoys toying with the sleeves of your top when he’s near, just because he can.  bonus points if you let him tug you along, and he’ll even make a show out of giving a playful kiss on the tip of your nose.  they make you feel all fluttery in your stomach, because it’s only something that he would even think about doing – keeping you light on your toes, just like his flexible poise.

- ̗̀ zhongli  ̖́-

his affections are just as proper as his composure.  zhongli’s actions are soft, reverent, and appreciative of your presence.  never once do you doubt his devotion to you when his hand grazes your arm, a finger catching around your wrist, or when he steadies you with his palm on your shoulder.  it might be subconscious on his behalf, but his gentle measures soothe you immensely.

unsurprisingly, his kisses are chaste, with only fondness and warmth behind them.  he adores you like the sun does an open field, bracing your body to his with the slightest of suggestions from his hands on your waist.  zhongli is exceedingly pleased when you reciprocate his physicality, especially when you wrap your arms around his neck in return – the gleam in his eyes betray just as much.

his lips find themselves tenderly on your own, and your forehead and cheeks.  when in more intimate environments, namely either of your rooms, he’ll worship the pulse on your neck, however not in an erotic fashion.  he only ventures there to treasure the flow of life in your body, to revere the rhythm of you.

“times have come and gone.  consider me obstinate in my beliefs, but the one of the things that have remained apparent to me over millennia are contracts.  contracts of business, of relationships, of morals – everything.  promises, if you prefer to call them.  so i promise you this: there is not a day that will go by when i will not devote myself to you, wholly, and completely.”