#You can absolutely calm him slightly with sweet fruits

[get-rammed]

Testing Project Starlight's ability to taste is very serious work

[dokyccis]

forever . na jaemin

your delicate hands held the knife calmly, going up and down to slice the fruits and greens. you gently pick the sliced food and put it in the orange bowl, separating it from the other ingredients.

your mind is empty, being refreshed by the morning atmosphere, the birds chirping beautifully and everything is in silence. it’s 7:30 am and you decided to wake up to make breakfast to you and your dear boyfriend.

jaemin lands home tired every single day, and you know it’s because of his hard work at the company and as a k-pop group member. you can sense the tiredness in his voice and see it in his eyes, the way it overflows makes you worried about his state.

you feel like you have to do something to make your boyfriend feel better than he already does everyday. as his partner, you need to make him feel loved and welcomed by you. you want him to feel special throughout this chaos he lives every day in his artist life.

you smile even bigger when you notice you were giggling like a fool while thinking about jaemin. you and him started dating for about 4 years ago, but you easily get flustered with the most innocent and sweet thoughts of him.

you continue to make a great and healthy breakfast for jaemin, tasting the food before keeping it. you feel very inspired this morning, maybe it’s love that makes you see bright colors shine outside the window even if it’s early in the morning. well, love is ubiquitous — it has no time to appear or to be practiced, right?

heavy steps are heard from the corridor, a slightly tall figure walking out from the shadow of it. jaemin had the usual sleepy face that made you melt, and you couldn’t bite back your smile.

“good morning, my love!” you exclaim, running to him and embracing his neck. you smile brightly to him, pressing kisses all over his face.

“good morning, hun.” he looks at you, placing his hands in your hips and analyzing your face. jaemin has the habit to stay silent while observing the tiniest details of your face, but special ones. those which makes you unique, which makes jaemin love you intensely.

you feel your cheeks burn, getting shy over jaemin’s gaze. “so…” you start. “i made you breakfast! since it’s your day off, i think you deserve being spoiled by me, don’t you think?” you grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen countertop, letting him see all the food you prepared.

“this is all mine?!” he asks, his eyes almost jumping out off his face.

“all yours, jaems!” a big smile grows in your face once again. you love the sight of jaemin’s soft side and you hope to see it forever until death tears you apart.

“thank you so much, love.” he smiles and hugs you tightly, filling the act with so much love. you both stay like this for a few seconds before jaemin pulls out of the hug, passing his hands through your hair softly.

jaemin caress your hair while paying so much attention to your beauty, his hands sliding down to your face just so he can appreciate what was his.

“you’re so beautiful.” jaemin whispers. you get flustered with his comment, your eyes breaking eye contact with his and looking at somewhere else. “look at me, hm?” he holds your chin, lifting your head up. “don’t look away when i’m talking to you.” he says softly.

he wraps your arms around his waist, his left hand holding your face and his right hand sliding down to hold your neck. “you know i’ll never get tired of complimenting you, right? you’re absolutely perfect in everything.” your eyes shine when the words come out of his mouth. “i love everything about you, y/n. i’m hardly in love with you, and i wanna feel like it forever.” he caress your cheek with his thumb.

“forever?” you ask, your voice is calm and low.

jaemin smiles and leans in to peck your lips, “forever.”

[plumppies]

Not So Unrequited Afterall

 Son Heungmin

Requested by the sweet @dreamsinarcadia 🖤

Word count: 834

Prompt: Would you be interested in writing a fluff/humour piece featuring Son Heung-min being an absolute loser in love with a childhood friend? Like this man is constantly dropping hints that he’s very much interested in her, but it’s like water on oil to her (she’s just genuinely clueless about his advances). Ending is open to your liking!

Drea’s note: Feel free to send in more requests. I hope you enjoy!

Heungmin tried everything to get your attention; flowers, chocolates and even inviting you to his games but nothing seemed to work. Did you not like him? Was he not your type? Or did you just not want to validate his feelings? All these questions flood his mind as his cleats touch the plush green grass of the training ground that Monday morning. He tried all weekend to tell you how he felt but the perfect time never seemed to arise. Maybe he should just give up. Maybe it's not meant to be.

“You good, Sonny?” Dejan asked as they did their first set of warmups.

“Perfect.” Son replies, pulling a forced smile as he rocks back and forth in a lunge.

Dejan can see through it though. He playfully nudges Son’s shoulders and laughs as Son loses balance for a few seconds “Cmon, what’s up? Trouble with y/n?” Son turns, a surprised expression paints his face as he realises that his missed attempts to get with you is a known ordeal.

“How did you know?” He asks, switching his left leg for his right to stretch it.

“Everybody knows,” Dejan chuckles and Heungmin frowns. “Hey don’t be mad at me! She basically told us about the stunts you were pulling, though I doubt she realises that you did all of that because you like her.

“She doesn’t?” Heung Min stands up straight now, his eyebrows are furrowed as he puts both hands on his hips.

“Have you even told her directly?” Dejan asks and Son shakes his head. “Dude, you’ve got to tell her or she’ll never know,” he laughs before running off to start his first lap around the pitch.

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Heung Min was the first one out of the showers and locker room after the training session. He was determined to tell you exactly how he felt; hopefully you would feel the same way.

He basically ran to his car as he opened his phone to message you.

Son: Hey! Are you free right now?

You reply faster than he thought you would which makes his heart skip a beat.

You: Hey Minnie :) yeah I am. Why?

Son: I want to pass by you right now. Are you home?

You: Oh really? I’m at work right now but you can come by. On a lunch break.

Son doesn’t even reply to your last message. He starts his car, backs out of the parking lot and drives straight to you.

His heart’s pumping, hands are basically shaking as he slows down into your work’s parking lot. He can see you sitting alone by a small coffee table munching on a sandwich with a fruit juice on the side. He hoped he wouldn’t catch sight of you so fast so that he could calm down a bit but you looked up from your phone and spotted him.

A smile creeped up your face as you walked to his new black car. You noticed his slight frown as you hopped into the car.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask. He always loved how you got straight to the point with things - skipping the awkward ‘hi, how are you’ but this time he didn't, he needed more time to get his thoughts together.

“Yeah I did umm..” he rubs his thighs nervously, looking away from you to catch his breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just keep his feelings to himself.

“Come on! Don’t be all shy with me!” You shake his shoulder playfully and laugh. “What’s up?”

Son turns abruptly and takes a sharp breath: “How do you feel about me, y/n?”

You look at him a little confused. “What do you mean?” This is a genuine question but he doesn’t take it lightly

“Your feelings for me, I mean. How are they?” He asks quietly.

“You’re my friend so I care about you a lot.” You’re confused, you tilt your head with a slightly raised brow.

“Do you think that’s all I’ll ever be?” He looks at you now.

“Minnie wha do you mean?”

“I mean, The flowers, the…the hanging out and the gifts, is a friend all I’ll ever be to you?”

His eyes are directly on you now, face straight but clearly full of so much emotion.’This was a bad idea’ he thinks ‘I shouldn’t have done this’. He runs a hand through his soft dark hair before you speak.

“Heung MIn, do you like me? As more than a friend?” You feel your face heat up at the thought of him liking you.

“Yes.” That’s all he says. His chest tightens up as he looks at you and rubs his thighs nervously again.

“Oh…” You turn to look out the car window.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said-” His words are cut as you begin to speak.

“I like you too, Heung Min…” You look at him with a small smile before placing a hand on his thigh. He looks relieved now, back to his normal self.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

[crockettmarcel]

I wish you would write a fic where Sarah and Ava actually hate each other and Connor is stuck in the middle <3

sorry that this took me almost two years to write lol. better late than never though right? wc: 1076

“Connor, how many psychiatrists work at this hospital?” Ava asks, appearing out of nowhere next to him at his computer.

“I’m not sure,” he says, turning to look up at her. “Maybe ten? Give or take.”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, then pulls out the chair next to his and sits down. “So, more than one, you’d say?”

“That’s usually what ten means, yeah. Why, what’s going on?”

“Oh, I’m just wondering why, if we have so many different psychiatrists here, you’d page Dr Reese to consult on our patient. Surely there was someone else, perhaps with more experience, that would have been able to assess competency?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Honestly, Ava, I had no idea she’d be the one doing it. I asked Maggie to page psych and I guess she chose Sarah. Not my fault.”

She glares at him, then for added emphasis, crosses her arms against her chest. “Have you considered using your brain for once? Next time, tell her to page anyone but Dr Reese, okay? It’s not that hard to remember.”

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes her, earning himself an even fiercer look, and he’s certain that if he pushes her any further, she’ll burst a blood vessel. Or into flames. “What’s the big deal, anyway? You don’t have to be there while she does her assessment.”

“I know that, Connor. I’m not a complete idiot.” As soon as Sarah had appeared in the doorway of the treatment room, tablet in hand and that stupid sickly-sweet, over-sympathetic smile on her face, Ava had excused herself and spent the next fifteen minutes staring daggers at the room from the nurses’ station. “But she had to tell someone the results of her assessment, and since you’d fucked off up here to do God-knows-what, I got that privilege.”

“Okay, well I’m sorry about that, Ava. I’ll stick around next time so you don’t need to speak to her.”

“My knight in shining armour, thank you.” She grins at him, and suddenly that murderous look in her eyes from thirty seconds ago has disappeared. Connor can’t imagine the death stares she must have given Sarah, and he’s glad he wasn’t around for the immediate aftermath of their interaction. At least the couple of minutes in the elevator on the way up from the ED gave Ava a chance to calm down slightly.

He wonders if he should go and check on Sarah.

“You know, if you told me what this whole feud was about—”

She cuts him off almost instantly. “Not a chance in hell, Connor. Absolutely not.” With that, the murderous look is back, and it’s the last thing Connor sees before Ava stands up and storms off.

They have a valve repair together in the afternoon, and he hopes that she’ll have done something — most likely shout at a med student or drink a gallon of her “super cool” black coffee — to calm herself down by then. If not, he’ll have to start praying.

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He spots Sarah an hour later in the cafeteria. As grateful as he is to see that she’s alive and unharmed after her time with Ava, he’s in no rush to make small talk in between mouthfuls of lunch; she has that same pissed-off look in her as Ava did, and he’s not in the mood to hear about why. (He’s sure he already knows.)

He does his best to avoid eye contact with her, keeping his head down as he shoves his slightly disappointing chicken sandwich into his mouth, but Sarah notices him anyway. A chair scrapes against the floor, and when he puts his sandwich down for a moment and looks up, Sarah’s sitting opposite him, setting out her fruit cup and bread roll on the table.

“Hey, Sarah.” He’s not entirely sure what he can say without upsetting her further, so he waits until she’s stopped staring at him to speak again. “That, uh, that fruit looks good. What is that, cantaloupe?”

“You know,” she says, ignoring his attempt to start a conversation, “I liked working here a lot more before Dr Bekker arrived.”

There’s nothing he can do to stop this from happening, so he just raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of his coffee. “Is that so?”

“Oh, come on, Connor. Don’t act like your life wasn’t easier before she got here. We’ve all heard the way you two fight. You’re lucky you’re an excellent surgeon, because otherwise…” She lets her voice trail off, but the face she pulls is enough for Connor to know exactly what she means.

If he wasn’t such a good surgeon, he’d have been fired for his conduct.

“Look, I get that she can be difficult, but—”

Sarah scoffs. “She’s an absolute nightmare.”

He frowns. “What is going on with you two? She’s walking around looking like she wants to kill someone, and you’re like…” he gestures loosely at her, “...this. Can’t you just, I don’t know, talk it out?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

She leans back in her chair and folds her arms, and Connor can’t get over how uncannily similar her movements are to Ava’s. Telling her would be a death sentence though, and he’s not that stupid, so he lets the thought go. Instead, he takes a moment to observe Sarah's defiant posture, her arms tightly crossed, and the determined look in her eyes. It's clear that whatever this is, it goes far beyond over-competitiveness or a disagreement about patient care. There’s something else entirely.

“And I take it you don’t want to tell me what the problem is?”

She sighs. “I got assigned to your patient today, and Ava was a complete bitch about it.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. I meant in general though. Do you want to tell me about what happened in the first place between you two?”

“I do not.” She rips a chunk off her bread roll, then breaks it up into smaller and smaller pieces until she’s left with nothing more than crumbs. Connor watches as she does it two, three more times, and it’s only when there’s less than half of the roll left that she speaks again. “I don’t know. Maybe. Not now, though.”

“Well, I’m here if you ever want to chat. And I promise I won’t tell Ava what you told me.”

Sarah smirks. “Good luck keeping a secret from her. She’ll figure it out, especially if it's about me.”

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 3 - Aizawa's Warning

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 3 - Aizawa's Warning

Soon, the group started to establish their own traditions, such as always having lunch together on the roof or spending breaks under the huge U.A. fruit trees, from where they occasionally got something to eat. Generally, while Oboro insisted on collecting fruit from the trees, Aizawa napped in the comfort of the grass, next to Hizashi and Kaori, who enjoyed playing cards. Even more common was to listen when Oboro fell from the trees, and when Kaori found out that Hizashi was cheating on her. Such fuss woke Aizawa up, and just by his grunts, the rest knew they had awakened the beast, for his bad temper lasted for some hours. 

Also, another activity they absolutely loved doing together was having picnics. When they could, they would take the subway and go to remote mountains where they could not only spend the day together but where they could train in peace. Their picnic days always started the same, Aizawa would leave his house earlier than everyone else, he would meet Kaori to buy a few things and then they would pick up Hizashi and Oboro. Hizashi always waited for them outside his house with the same exaggerated emotion as always. Then, the three of them had to get Oboro out of bed and push him into the shower. The boy just couldn't get up on time EVER. 

The ride on the subway was quite an experience, starting with Hizashi never realizing how loud he was playing music and ending up drawing the attention of everyone around him once he started singing. Oboro behaved exactly like a little kid and kept asking how long it would take to get to their destiny. Meanwhile, Kaori was fascinated looking out the window for the first ten minutes, then she fell asleep. Aizawa was the only one who acted normally, because even though he didn't admit it, he kept an eye on everyone.

"Oboro, stop doing that, you're going to get hurt," Aizawa warned with his arms crossed and a serious look. Oboro had been rocking on his seat all the way. "Dude, are you listening to me? There's a loose screw." Of course, he wasn't listening, he was too busy hitting Hizashi with his shoulder every time he wobbled. "Oboro, you're going to..." Aizawa fell silent as he felt a light weight on his shoulder.

Fearing to move abruptly, the young hero slightly tilted his head and found Kaori's cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder. His body froze, his only reaction was his ears turning a deep red.

Once Hizashi and Oboro witnessed such a scene, they did not hide their giggling. Nevertheless, they did not dare say a word, Aizawa had only needed to give them a terrifying gaze to warn them not to even think of it. 

All the way, Shota didn't move, he was trapped in the delicious scent of Kaori's hair. Her long pink hair gave off an aroma that Aizawa couldn't quite put his finger on, as it was incredibly captivating. His brain was focused to the end on deciphering such a smell and, without realizing it, he soon did nothing but enjoy that floral sweetness. Yes, that's what she smelled like, wildflowers, which, no matter how wild they were, managed to calm him down.

When the subway stopped, the sound of people getting off woke Kaori up, and realizing that had fallen asleep on Aizawa's shoulder, nearly fainted from embarrassment. The girl literally jumped up like a spring while apologizing. 

"Shota, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't notice, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!" 

"That's fine, you just slept for a couple of minutes." He answered taking their things from their seats and evading the girl's gaze. 

Aizawa and Oboro looked at each other and remained silent, they knew their friend was lying just to avoid Kaori dying out of anxiety. And while Oboro help Aizawa with all the things, Kaori grabbed Hizashi’s sleeve and talked barely audible.

"Was it really just a couple of minutes?"

"You heard him!" Hizashi answered winking at her. 

The only way Kaori managed to forget what had happened was when they arrived at their destination and Oboro asked her to help him with a defense technique. Hizashi and Aizawa also trained for a while, but hunger won, and they ended up sitting down to eat while their friends continued practicing.

Sniggering, Hizashi grabbed a sandwich from his friend's hand. "Hey! That was mine, you already ate yours.” Aizawa claimed.

“You had it in your hand for almost three minutes, you missed your chance. But I don't blame you, I too would rather see the girl I like than eat."

"What are you talking about?" He didn't realize it until Hizashi said it, he had been staring at Kaori for a while.

“By the way, I think it's adorable of you to go pick her up every time we go out. Who'd have thought that you were so gallant?”

"What do you mean? I just do it so I can help her to buy our groceries. You don't know how to distinguish between bread and rice, and if it were up to Oboro, we wouldn't eat anything."

"Kaori could buy them alone, or we could buy everything when we're all together..." Hizashi finished with a mischievous smile, especially when he saw the blush on his friend’s cheeks. "Bro, it's okay, chill. She's stunning; besides, I think she also likes..."

"Hold your tongue," Aizawa ordered.

"But I'm just trying to help you! Look, why don't you ask her out? I know you're shy, but..."

"Hizashi, are you listening to the STUPIDITY you're saying?"

"But..."

"Don't talk nonsense" He warned opening a jelly drink.

"Maybe if I sing a romantic song on your behalf, she..."

"Enough!" 

Hizashi knew that he had managed to exhaust his friend's patience as soon as the locks of black hair stood up exposing Aizawa's menacing face. Furthermore, his canceling activated and prevented Hizashi's voice to rise. Fortunately for the blonde, Oboro and Kaori were already closing in on them, forcing Aizawa to calm himself.

"Fuck! I can't even breathe properly of how exhausted I am" Oboro exclaimed as he laid on the grass. “I swear to god you have more stamina than All Might, Kari!”

That sweet way of calling her caused Aizawa to blush even more and Kaori to laugh. It had all started a few weeks ago when Aizawa misspelled her name in their group chat. However, their friends roasted him so much that in the end, Hizashi and Oboro only referred to the girl under that name.

“You could be more resistant if you trained more instead of sleeping till late.” Kaori replied messing up his hair, every time she did that, her friend’s hair looked exactly like a cloud. However, when the girl sat next to Aizawa, she forgot about Oboro’s hair. “Shota! Your eyes are really irritated! Didn't you bring the drops? Don't worry, I have ones over here." 

At that moment, nothing could make Hizashi make a sound, angering his friend again was far from his plans; yet, Oboro smiled ridiculously, as he was the first to say that he found it really cute how Kaori cared for them, especially for Aizawa. She was always watching if he slept, if he ate enough, and if his eyes didn't hurt him. Her protective nature led Kaori to always carry a bottle of eye drops in case Shota forgot his. It was crystal clear that she had a soft spot for him, the only one who did not realize it was Aizawa himself.

"Kaori, I'm fine, don't worry." He said, trying not to meet her eyes. He had avoided looking at her since they got off the train, and now more because of Hizashi's comment.

“Don't be stubborn. Come, let me do it."

"I already told you it's nothing."

"Shota!"

"Okay, okay."

"What's going on with you today? How am I gonna apply them if you're sitting down? Come here." Kaori stretched out her legs and motioned for him to rest his head on her thighs. Hizashi had never tried harder not to say something reckless like at that moment, and not only him, Oboro had to stuff his mouth with food to keep from mocking Aizawa's red ears. "Feeling better?" Kaori asked smiling at him after having applied the eye drops.

"Yes, thanks." 

That day Aizawa didn't stay on her legs waiting for the burning to subside while enjoying her warm touch on his face. He was so bothered by Hizashi's words, that the guy got up again and sat in a different place, away from her. Yet, Kaori was not surprised by her friend's behavior, nor did she consider it rude, she knew that Aizawa acted exactly like a surly cat from time to time.

After a while, the four of them lay down on the grass. They were trying to get some rest from their last training. Just one week ago they needed to take the temporary license test, and it was so demanding that they were still drained. 

Focused on a cloud, the group noticed how its rounded shape changed into a phallic one. Almost immediately they heard Oboro giggling.

"Why do you always have to be like this?" Hizashi asked.

“What's the point of me being able to manipulate the clouds if I don't do something funny? But since all of you are so boring, I’m gonna do something else. For Hizashi, this... ” Oboro got to make the cloud take the shape of a microphone. "For Kari... this" The cloud turned into a group of stars because everyone knew how much she liked starry nights. "And finally, for our quiet Shota, this." Oboro transformed the cloud into a cat but left one of Kaori's little stars next to the animal, something clearly intentional, not only Hizashi was rooting for their friends to be together. 

“A kitten playing with a star?” Kaori asked.

"A kitten admiring a star." Oboro specified.

“If he only lifted his paw, he could reach it.” Hizashi mentioned.

Kaori was about to mention something else when a variation in the atmosphere made her jump up while warning her friends that something was wrong. "There was an explosion nearby."

"What? How do you know it?" Oboro asked starting to pick up everything quickly.

“The soil’s charged with a different energy. It was a big explosion.” She said really worried. 

"Wait," Aizawa said taking her arm. “If there was an accident, we have to seek help, we can't get involved.”

"There may be wounded people."

“Let the pro heroes handle it. The U.A .hasn't even given us the provisional licenses yet. The fact that we've passed the exam doesn't authorize us to act.”

"We're too far from the city, Shota, no one's coming that fast." Oboro said.

“There has to be someone who’s actually prepared to handle this situation, we’re NOT.”

"Shota, this isn't the time to doubt, we have to work," Hizashi said.

However, Aizawa wasn't trying to stop his friends because he doubted his abilities, this time it wasn't about that. The three of them were too impulsive, they had shown it in training and classes. Even their professors had scolded them several times and made it very clear that they needed to start thinking better or they would end up hurting themselves or other victims. Fortunately, the group counted on Aizawa, for he had saved them in numerous ocassuibs from making huge mistakes during the training. 

For four hero apprentices who had barely been in the academy for six months to throw themselves into a danger zone like that one would be a terrible idea. They could even represent more risks for the wounded. The U.A. teachers had told them from the beginning that if they weren't trained to do something, they must stay out of it for both the victims and themselves. Though, making them see reason was not always an easy task for Shota.

"If we want to help these people, let's seek help quickly."

"There's no time."

"Kaori!" Stopped the boy holding her with his trapping weapon. “Did you forget what happened during the license test?”

“Shota, this is different. Actual people are suffering, this isn't a drill.” She answered releasing herself from his grip.

"That's what I'm telling you! This isn't a test, we aren't in the U.A! If you guys get hurt, what will we do? We don't have Recovery Girl near us. Besides, those people need doctors, let's focus on bringing aid to them. If a bomb exploded, they probably can't ask for help, there's no way for the people in the city to know what's going on down here."

A second explosion shook the ground so hard that the guys nearly fell. Aizawa knew perfectly well that what they had to do was seek help, but it was impossible to contain the other three. 

"Shit!" Aizawa exclaimed seeing that they were running in the direction of the town. His first reaction was to go after them, no way would he leave them alone, much less knowing they were capable of risking themselves as long as they could save a person.

Amid the chaos, the group did not take anything, not even their cell phones. That day there were many bad decisions made one after another, but they would only realize it later, since that would be their first encounter with danger, their first true lesson in heroism.

Next chapter

[kindred-spirit-93]

@xixovart it aint much but its honest work! ft. nico hilal & dadpollo :D

first arrives at camp when hes about 4 years old

life on the road with naomi wasnt what she wanted for her beloved son, especially since she was starting to gain traction

hes the baby of the apollo cabin

lee and micheal are his primary caretakers; lee being the camps paediatric is in charge of his well being and overall health etc

micheal however showers him in love and affection (very much away from the eyes of everyone else lol). will follows him around like a little duckling

he adores being held like the lil baby he is, it helps that he is a teeny tiny child too lol

has luxuriously long hair (cuts it off and burns it when lee and micheal die (not my hc)), loves making & wearing flower crowns

his strengths and abilities are predominantly health related, music isnt his strongest suite but he has a low & soft voice, perfect for lullabies

oh and his music taste is straight trash (as per nico and anyone with cochleas). idk just go with it

hearing aids will is canon in my heart and no one can ever tell me otherwise.

the only person he trusts to take of his hearing aids around are hilal & later on nico.

on the days he chooses silence he sits outside, usually in the strawberry fields, and feels the sun on his face, the breeze in his hair, and if he concentrates enough, his mothers hands holding his face.

he also goes to a small spot by the water, sort of hidden by some big rocks, where the water is shallow and cool. he dips his feet and watches the waves and feels life around him

he adores bugs and enjoys watching them make their homes and patrol their little enclosures. boys will be bugs anyone?

he writes and doodles about the insects and creatures he sees and collects leaves and flowers and dries them with hilal and they glue them on their respective journals/ scrapbooks

has a bajillion bracelets and trinkets. he has a special one where he likes to twist the beads and roll them under his fingers. he and micheal had matching ones.

has that surfer dude seashell necklace lol

absolutely despises sea food. no idea why

favourite drink: banana milk (heathen)/ fruit: peaches/ snack: goldfish crackers/ allergies: only when hes absolutely spent and his immune system peaces out. eats tomatoes like apples (heathen)

broke spaghetti that one time and nico almost broke up with him

selective sweet tooth! not a fan of southern sweet tea and wont go anywhere near gummy candy, but adores nutella cake drowning in custard, apple crumble and vanilla ice cream. hilal is more than happy to oblige lol

he helps her bake spins around in the chair and talks her ears off about his favourite bug or new star wars lore and absolutely insists on doing the washing up. hes a sweet kid.

hilal protests very much till he points out her worsening contact dermatitis (from the soap). rude.

quickly picks up languages (speech patterns, accents and pronunciation at least) and once surprises hilal by sarcastically commenting on something in arabic and she loses her shit

pushing the sassy af will agenda. my boi is a menace

comebacks trash talking and one liners to put persassy to shame

nico opts for a more deadpan delivery of the most foul insults to tear you from the inside out. also italian swearing hehe

hilal is somehwere between the two. shes way too calm to actually lose her cool like ever, but when she does its a storm of arabic and english (she doesnt curse) and a death glare that actually kills.

back to my sunshine boi

all children of apollo are prohibited from consuming energy drinks because thats just asking for arson.

angry will sets things on fire/ makes things melt or crack with the heat (the wrath of nico or hilal brings the room to subzero temps which may also fracture things.. if its serious any fire around them turns green, not to mention the rot and decay that comes with it)

will sad boi hours makes the room slightly darker.. not like shadows rather in the way the sun is hidden behind clouds.

he lets off steam in the forest sometimes, afterwards hilal makes him some tea and honey to soothe his burning throat.

infirmary shifts are brutal esp after a game of capture the flag. demigods seem to be testing his patience sometimes

the threat of being fed to cerebrus does the trick however

plenty of campers are taught basic first aid in case of emergencies and such, but the infirmary never really quietens. not really

paperwork sucks. he makes it suck less by adding stickers and writing notes and diagnoses in glittery gel pens

more sillies:

apollo visits often and they have family game nights (the whole camp does but he spends quality time with his kiddos more)

apollo is no longer allowed to play scrabble because he 'cheats' with long words/ technical terms/ other languages. not fair

talent show. nuff said

P I C N I C S

apollo is a good dad (most of the time)

an ideal date idea for nico and will is them lying on the ground holding hands. just chilling there. its therapeutic guys try it. lol

they nap a lot too. cant blame them

again when will decides its time for peace and quiet he walks barefoot by the beach holding hands with neeks, leaving his hearing aids at camp

they also chill in the kitchens while hilal works. theyre the only ones allowed to do so actually. 'taste testing for quality assurance purposes' she calls it. she just dotes on them

hilal loves her baby brothers. nico being her actual brother and will she knows since he was about 8.

i cant not mention that he had the tiniest crush on hilal but it died out quickly lol. he holds her in high regard and they joke about it a lot after he starts dating nico much to his horror. its made 7 times funnier after his whole persephone thing. hilal straight up dies

bi disaster will solace takes after bi disaster apollo what can i say

also will solace hates guns. yes ik hes texan but still. hes a brilliant marksman but only when he absolutely needs to. his mama however...

his hands are very steady and his sutures are flawless. hes absolute shit at finding veins tho so hilal does that lol

look at my baby boi!!

shameless fanart ;)

will solace before bed yipee

[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

[its-deputy-caleb]

Karl Heisenberg HC’s

okay so i’m actually in love with this man and i couldn’t help but write some soft generic HC’s for him! this is really rushed and unedited but i hope it’s good anyway!! it’s unedited like always and is pretty gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy!

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Karl Heisenberg has always had difficulty in letting his walls down. He’s got this metal wall around him, and it’s not just the gates outside his factory. This poor man has been lonely for some time now, sealing his heart away behind a metal wall.

He’s always found it difficult to talk to people, always trying to act confident and like a know-it-all but deep down he’s missed having someone who he can really be comfortable with.

That’s when he found you one day by the gates of Castle Dimitrescu bleeding and barely clinging to life. You had deep gashes along your abdomen, a tell tale sign that you had escaped from the wrath of his sister.

At first Karl had no idea how to interact with you. After he took care of your wounds and did his best to patch you up and wipe the blood from your face, he looked down at your sleeping form dumbfounded.

He couldn’t deny that he thought you were beautiful even with the bruise on your temple and the slight cut to your lip so to distract his shaking hands he gently wrapped a blanket over your shoulders and hoped you’d be okay.

It was awkward at first, Karl spent most of his time tinkering away in his factory working on projects, doing his best to perfect his machines for his army but he found himself slowly wanting to spend more time with you. He began to leave his workshop more and more to see you and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

One night when you weren’t in his quarters his heart broke. The small living room was empty from where you usually sat on the couch reading. The room was dark without you in it, the air in the room thick without your sweet laughter and smile to keep it light and Karl realised just how much he wanted you to stay...

However, when you walked through the door holding a bag of fine meats and fruits from a trip to the Duke, all walls Karl hoped in keeping up came crumbling down.

He instantly rushed into your arms, his slightly taller frame knocking the bag from your hand as he clung to you for dear life, hiding in your shoulder.

A stray sob fell from his lips as he felt your arms wrap around him, for the first time since childhood Karl didn’t feel like the world had abandoned him. Your fingers moved through his hair in soothing motions as you held him. The food completely forgotten.

“Don’t leave, please... I don’t want you to go”

You two spend a lot of time together after that. Each night you’d stay up late chatting about all sorts of things that interested you both. Some nights you would tell Karl all about your life before you were captured by his sister and your favourite things to do around the village.

Other nights Karl would tell you all about his latest projects and experiments which ended up with you falling asleep when the sun was coming up, your face tucked under his chin as you fell asleep cuddling together.

Eventually he’d open up to you about some of the darker things that trouble him like his past and his big plan to betray Mother Miranda but you wipe away any stray tears and kiss him gently, promising to remain by his side until the very end.

That’s when he felt it, the feeling of comfort and home, he couldn’t help but kiss you again, needing that constant touch of yours that makes his heart melt and heat rush to his cheeks.

He practically melts into you, treating you so gently with lingering kisses and tender hands along you face and in your hair. He’s gonna worship every part of you because he’s so happy that you want him back and he wants to cherish that forever.

Of course, he’s absolutely shit scared to lose you as well so he’s extremely over protective of you. Half of it is that he doesn’t want any of his family near you because he knows the minute Miranda or Alcina hears about you they’re stop at nothing to take you away, but the other half is that he doesn’t want you to leave. He doesn’t want the loneliness to come crawling back and he’d never forgive himself if something happened to you.

He’s very clingy in that he always wants physical contact because he’s touch starved. He’s constantly going to want to hold hands or cuddle up to you or even just have an arm wrapped around you when you go for walks because he craves your affection.

Karl is extremely creative and finds working with metal extremely calming and almost therapeutic so he’s going to be bringing you all the gifts he can craft.

At night when you both lie in bed together, he’ll take the opportunity to worship everything about you. Kissing all over your body, leaving light bites and marks that make you shiver. He’ll whisper in your ear how much he loves you, how beautiful he thinks you are and how he is the luckiest man alive to have you in his life.

“Fuck... you’re so beautiful- I love you...”

He’ll kiss along the scars on your stomach, left there by his sister’s long claws, vowing that no one will ever hurt you like that again. He’s promised himself that he’ll protect you, making a mental note to get revenge on his sister for ever hurting the only person he could ever love.

[peachyposy]

fratboy!bucky blurb

a/n: i dont know what this is… i just like frat boy bucky, but idk this just kinda got me annoyed at him. anywho, here’s a short lil thang with absolutely nO payoff. this is just an intro to the universe so feel free to ask me things about you and bucky and i’ll write, honey!

warnings: alcohol mention, complaining about white people, slightly sexual? (slight booty grab (not of reader)), reader is completely sober, drunk bucky, literally nothing happens i just wanted to write something HEHE

all mistakes are my own, lemme know if there’s something i need to fix!

banner by: maysdigitalarts (thank you love! the banner is so pretty!!)

gif not mine!

Why were you at this cliche sweaty bump and grind for freshly turned young adults? Especially when you knew he was here. You looked around and grimaced with disdain. You never liked parties like this, you much preferred low key hang outs with your best friends- movies, drive thrus, midnight target trips, scavenger hunts at ikea, hide and seek in a museum- that was fun. Not this frat house where everything smelled like sweat and cheap tequila- where all the dudes attempted to score girls like points in a soccer game. This was not fun at all, and seriously, god why the hell were you here?

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want me to make a mocktail for you?”

Ahh, that’s why…

“I’m sure some club soda and fruit juice would be nice, right?” Wanda’s sweet sympathetic and concerned voice asked, aware of your sobriety, and attempting to give you something to do instead of stand against the wall and turn down horny classmates who don’t even recognise you as a functioning and fully sentient being.

Wanda was the sweetest girl you had ever met- kind, caring, considerate.

“Nah, don’t worry about me, Wands, I’ll be fine. You go have fun.” You didn’t want her worrying about you, it’s not her fault she likes the exact parties you despise. You gave her a reassuring smile to calm her nerves, and it evidently worked, as she took a deep breath out that she was holding.

“I would wish for you to enjoy parties like this, but I’m well aware of how trashy and cringe they are,” she remarked with a little laugh.

You shook your head before answering. “Wanda, there’s no need to feel bad for liking parties like this.” You looked around the party scene in front of you before continuing. “You’re right, this isn’t my perfect idea of a night out, but just… calm down. Have some fun- I can endure one night of this, easy peasy!…” You knew she was just putting herself down in an attempt to make you feel better- she didn’t need though.

“…Although, I will admit that if he talks to me, I will tear my eyes out of my skull…” You rolled your eyes in distain of even the very thought of him.

Wanda held a knowing look on her face. “Would it really be that bad to see him, even if it was just for one second?” She sighed in exasperation.

Y/n knew that to Wanda, you sounded unreasonable as hell- why would you avoid and hate a guy so much for the plain reason that you simply did not click with him? But it was more than that- so much more. Wanda had only seen the occasional cocky and annoying one liners that popular “God of Party” o mighty Mr. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes would throw at you, somehow always knowing when you was in the worst moods and sneaking up on you only then. But, what she didn’t understand was how truly awful he was…

There was just something about James Barnes that boiled your blood and tested the very patience within you 24/7. You had already gotten your fill of the annoying, drunken, walking boners that were the white, daddy’s money fuelled frat boys of your uni on day two, but James seemed to go above and beyond what you could tolerate as a mere human being. From the loud yelling, the idiotic flirting despite not even knowing your name, to the constant belittling and underestimating of you… for God’s sake, he even had to follow you to your friend group, allowing you not a single spare moment to simply relax and have fun.

You thanked your lucky stars that his incredibly large ego and appetite for attention made sure he was in attendance to every single party ever held, a feat that made him unavailable for midnight Target runs or drive thru’s- everything that you thought was fun. And when you wanted to go to IKEA or flower festivals, which weren’t open in the late hours of the night, avoiding James was as easy as planning the meet up times early, with him unable to wake up and leave his room after a “banger”, despite his seemingly energetic and frantic leave from his flavour of the night’s house, usually some white sorority girl who seemed to forget the socially acceptable limit to how dark a fake tan can be.

But, unfortunately for you, despite your numerous attempts to shake him off, he had a solid placing within the friend group, one that would not ever waver- he was best friends with Steve Rodgers, a.k.a. The Golden Retriever of people. Childhood friends in fact, together as a matching set since primary school. However, close as they were, Steve was the antithesis of James to a T- Steve was sweet and caring, while James never cared about anything but his dick. While Steve regularly checked up on his friends, James didn’t care to talk about anything other than himself. Steve was cautious around women, aware that his large appearance may intimidate some, resorting to taking measures to make sure people felt safe around him, while James, a deadly flirt, would fuck a cactus if it had a tan and hole.

Steve made you feel listened and looked out for, but James… he made you feel anything but.

Wanda excused herself to say hi to Victor Shade- a geeky Brit, studying some smart subject that involved too much math for your taste. Though a bit of a textbook nerd- what with the glasses and wit, going as far as earning him the nickname “Vision”, it couldn’t be denied how awkwardly charming he was. It was refreshing for there to be a down to earth, slightly anxious, tall and lanky man with proportions akin to Gumby in a school full of jacked dickheads- it made sense for Wanda to be so drawn to him, despite her insistence that she is just being friendly. Both you and her knew the truth, Wanda was just in denial of her feelings.

Thinking of how happy your friend is around him, you smiled to yourself. She deserved something good- something sweet and simple. Seeing it unfold in front of your eyes made you feel nothing but pride as they shyly conversed in the kitchen, both grasping red solo cups tightly for a release of their anxiety.

You continued to watch them, not noticing the figure coming towards you until he stood against the wall and looked at you before following your eye line to what was holding your attention.

“Huh, I guess this is a perk of being a wallflower,” he commented, voice as soft as it could be in the noisy party.

You looked over and saw the sweet face of your friend, Sam Wilson. He smirked at you and looked back at Wanda and Vis across the room. You smiled at him before he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned into him, fully resting on the side of his chest while the two of you simply enjoyed each others presence. Though not exchanging any words, you knew he was attempting to comfort you for being in a setting you so obviously weren’t in your element in.

The moment of a breath of peace in a wave of overwhelming noises and smells was interuppted, however, when another presence hastily entered your field of view- brown hair mussed and sweaty, blue eyes wide and lust blown, panting breath and clothes crinkled from the girl clinging onto him- of course another sorority chick. She was sucking deep angry red hickeys into the tender skin of his neck. You looked at him with a face filled with disdain, nose scrunched up and eyes squinted. You took your head off of Sam’s shoulder to look at him properly, guard lowered previously now fully raised once more. He gave a quick once over at you before looking at Sam, acting like you weren’t even there before beginning to talk about you.

He yelled, drunk as anything, body swaying and words slurred. “Yo man! What’re you doing! You need homework help or something?!”

Wow, so original. You rolled your eyes hard. The most pathetic bit was that he probably thought this genuinely hurt your feelings. Who ever felt sad or insecure about being smarter than a dude who spent his weekends buttchugging Tito’s like it was his last day on Earth? Your three year old cousin, Zayn was smarter (he really was- you were so proud of his ability to distinguish between colours, numbers and complex problems like 7 x 55).

“Ooft, careful there princess. Attitude won’t get you nowhere… except maybe my bed” he smirked with his signature smile and winked at you. You looked over at Sam with an eyebrow raised- was this guy for real? He looked at you, rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl hanging off of Bucky, fully ignoring his comment.

“Looks like you’re having fun, Barnes…”

Sam’s comment brought your attention back to her, and Bucky held onto her ass even tighter, his hands going white with the grip. The girl moaned a pathetic little whine, and Bucky lightly swatted her, smirking at you and your face filled with disgust.

You were so uncomfortable that you had to fully avert your eyes. God, you hope no one saw you in the same vicinity with the monster that was Bucky. He had no shame at all…

and it fucking pissed you off…

[lilyclawthorne]

Headcanons about Julieta during each of her pregnancies, requested by @kristhelppowergirl

The Pepa headcanons can be found here

Isabela

Julieta and Agustín we’re definitely thinking about kids and we’re actively trying when they found out about Isabela.

They were unfortunately not the first to find out, since the first pregnancy did lead to the name change making Alma’s door say Abuela, so their mother knew first.

She had more attention on her than she really wanted, but everyone wanted to know everything about what would be the first Madrigal of the next generation. Her mother kept inviting people over, other mothers she knew, who loved to give completely unasked for advice and lots of baby items, more than she really needed or wanted.

But that last part was okay because another baby was on the way!! She was absolutely ecstatic to find out about a month later that Pepa was also pregnant and their babies would grow up together like they always wanted. (And the excessive baby supplies was split between her and Pepa). Julieta really tried to encourage others to be as enthusiastic for Pepa’s baby as they were for hers.

You just know Julieta kept trying to keep up with all of her work. Part of her felt guilty for simply not keeping up with her responsibilities, and another part of her just knew if she was working, people weren’t constantly bothering her with talk about the baby.

It hit point there where she had to be forced to stop working, and just lie down because she was definitely in pain at times. The most forceful about it being Agustín and Pepa.

Baby Isa, however, loved the attention. If people wanted to feel the baby kick, it was like she always knew, timed it perfectly and all. If she wasn’t getting attention, she’d kick then too, because at the very least she calmed down when she could hear someone’s voice, talking or singing to her.

The smell of several different flowers, but especially roses, made Julieta feel nauseas. She thought it was plant life in general, the smell of nature, dirt, etc. But the herbs she grew never set her off like that.

She craved plenty of fruits and vegetables, but also just lots of junk food too. (Stuff that Isabela would later pretend she didn’t like, but Julieta always knew better)

Like I said in my Pepa pregnancy hc post, Isabela was overdue, almost as if she already knew what pressures she’d face as the first baby and didn’t want to leave, so they induced labor.

She cried when she was born, loudly. Very fussy baby, constantly needing attention. The first person to get her to calm down was Alma, because Pepa was the same way as a baby.

Agustín almost dropped her immediately

Luisa

Julieta didn’t want there to be too large an age gap in between her kids, so two years later she and Agustín decided they wanted another. She was a little sad Pepa didn’t want to have another kid at the same time, but she respected her sisters choice.

They found out first because Dolores heard the 2nd heartbeat. Julieta bribed the girl with extra dessert because they wanted to hold on to the news as long as they could. Since the first announcement was taken away from them, they wanted to have this one for themselves as long as they could.

They told Isa before everyone else as well, and the little girl was so so excited to be a big sister, that she even came up with a list of baby names, written for her by Bruno since she write yet, that she thought her parents should use. (Luisa was, in fact, one of them.)

She wasn’t much of a kicker, but she always did so when she heard Agustín’s voice, almost like she was trying to say hello to him.

Agustín liked to play the piano for the baby, which was also his own if getting Julieta to come take a break from working. The same songs he played would also always help her fall asleep in the future.

Cravings were almost always for something sweet, whether it was fruit, candy, or cake, etc. Just a lot of sugar.

She came just slightly early, not prematurely, but definitely earlier than the expected date. She was also kinda tiny for a newborn, which worried Julieta slightly, but there never seemed to be any actual problems

She’d stop crying in Julieta’s arms, but really calmed down and fell asleep in Agustín’s.

Also, Isabela took one look at this tiny scrunched up wrinkly baby, as most newborns look like, and when asked if she wanted to hold her, said “no thanks”

Mirabel

Julieta and Agustín wanted to have another kid two years after Luisa, but it just wasn’t happening. They kept trying but eventually stopped trying so hard, and then 4 years after Luisa, surprise! It finally happened. They weren’t not trying, but they weren’t fully expecting it either.

She’s absolutely thrilled it happened then though, because her new baby would grow up with Pepa’s new baby and they could, hopefully, be best friends.

Luisa was absolutely thrilled to be a big sister, but Isabela was not. She said that she already learned babies were gross and didn’t want another sibling.

Just like I wrote for Camilo in my Pepa post, cravings with Mira also had a lot of carby cheesy things, so whenever Julieta made herself something she just made extra because she knew Pepa would smell it and just show up looking for something anyways.

The baby always seemed responsive to Julieta singing to her. Not kicking or anything harsh, but Julieta could feel her moving.

When people wanted to feel the baby kick, she’d let them, but for some reason whatever spot they felt, the baby kicked somewhere else, leading to “Agustín the baby is already uncoordinated, it’s going to be clumsy like you.” “Good thing they’ll have you as a mother then.”

She comes when expected and she’s a very happy smiley baby. Her little smile just warms the heart of anyone who holds her. She is, however, calmest in either her parents arms, or to everyone’s surprise, Bruno’s.

[stayatiny]

Little Dolly Chapter 1 ~ Yandere Seonghwa

(Gif made by me)

Pairing(s) – Killer/Yandere Seonghwa x Virgin! Reader

Series warnings – Violence, mentions of murder, swearing, blood, smut and lose of virginity (later on), yandere behaviors, Stockholm syndrome. (seriously this is going to be darker than some of my other fics. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.)

Chapter Warning(s) Mentions of murder, guns, someone getting shot, just the overall violence, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N - Hi everyone ^^ Im back at it again. I decided to make a little mini series still deciding on who and what to do the next series on. Enjoy.

Why did I wander home alone? I knew that this wasn’t a good idea. Now I’m here stuck in a cage in the basement of a killer. I’ll never do it again if I get out alive…

“Aw. Aren’t you a cute in that dress I picked out for you? I think I’ll just keep you,” he said, shutting the door of the cage. That was a couple of days ago…I think. The man was dressed nicely in a button up and slacks like a businessman and absolutely gorgeous. If he wasn’t a killer, I would swoon over him so fast. He opened the cage door and placed a sandwich and some water in front of me. Is this how I die? A poisoned BLT…what a way to go out. I looked at the man and then back at the plate of food.

“Why aren’t you eating?” I didn’t say anything. He leaned forward into the cage grabbing the plate. I whined as he pulled back. He took a bite of the sandwich and then put it back.

“When I ask you something I expect an answer,” he growled. I nodded and started to eat and drink the water he left me. His frown soon became a smile. He wasn’t going to kill me yet or he wouldn’t bother with wanting to feed me. Once he placed the plate back down, I snatched the plate up and started to scarf down the sandwich and water. I was so hungry almost starving. He had been giving me water but no food till today.

“Good girl,” he purred still sitting in front of the cage. He even leaned forward again and patted my head like I was a child. I finished eating and drinking the water. He took the plate placing it on a table. He leaned down and gently grabbed my arm.

“Come here. I don’t want you in this cage anymore.” The man leads me down the hall of the basement, away from the dungeon, to a small apartment like area. There was a mini fridge, a microwave, bed, and a bathroom off to the right of some stairs. I figured they led to the upper part of the house. I let out a small sigh being able to stretch my legs from being in a cage.

“You will be staying here from now on,” he said, holding my hands. I looked up at him. What was he talking about?

“What do you mean? I thought you were going to kill me,” I say. His smile is sinister.

“Aw darling. I’m not ever going to kill you…unless you make me.” I swallow hard. I didn’t want to end up like the other men and women that’s he’s killed.

“Why me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking like an idiot. He frowned slightly then pulled me close to his chest. He was really warm but there again I blame the cold weather and damp basement dungeon for lack of warmth.

“I’ve been watching you for a while thinking that would just be another victim of mine, but you are too pretty, sweet, and so innocent. I have to protect you from the world. So I’ll be keeping you here with me,” he says, patting my head. My heart jumps into my throat. I need to get out of here…

“You don’t even know me,” I say trying to pull away from him. He grabbed my arms pulling me close to him once again.

“I don’t know a lot about you, but I know that I need you to stay here with me.” He sounded like he was almost begging me to stay here. I don’t think I have a choice. I’ll stay here until I can find a way out.

“What is your name,” I asked. I needed to play into this to stay alive. I couldn’t act so scared cause then he’ll know that he’ll have a hold over me. The man smiled.

“I’m Seonghwa, but you can call me Hwa if you want,” he said, smiling. I nodded and looked around the room. I was too afraid to walk away from him.

“I’m sure that you are tired. I want you to get cleaned up and head to sleep,” Hwa said, handing me some clothes. I nodded and did as he was told. Once I was done, he was gone and back upstairs. I laid down on the bed after turning off the lights.

Th next morning, I feel the bed dip down on my side. I open my eyes to see Seonghwa looking down at me. I jumped a little.

“Good morning little one,” he said petting my hair. He smiled. I sat up slowly.

“Come upstairs with me. I want to eat breakfast with you,” he said grabbing my hand. I follow willingly or else. I didn’t want to know what he would do to me.

“How did you sleep last night? I know that isn’t very comfortable but it’s all I have but it’ll do until I trust you enough to stay in a bed with me,” he said then opening the door. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out the front door, and I thought about it until I saw the gun sitting on the dining room table. I would definitely get killed if I ran. I didn’t answer him except for stare at the gun. Hwa grabbed then hugged me tight.

“Don’t worry about that. I won’t hurt you unless you make me use it,” he whispered, right into my neck. I shivered scrunching myself even closer to him, unintentionally. Hwa kissed my head then pulled me to the kitchen island. I looked through the window to see that we are outside the city literally in the middle of nowhere. My heart started to pound. Hwa put up the gun back in a lock box and put it up in the living room. He came back to the kitchen with a smile.

“Here I made some scrambled eggs and bacon for you. I didn’t know what you liked so I guess. Maybe later you can tell me what foods you like,” he said, smiling. His smile would have been comforting if this had been a different situation. I didn’t want to answer him, but the image of the gun flashed back into mind.

“It’s okay. I like bacon and scrambled eggs,” I say quietly but a little louder than a whisper. He frowned slightly.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. Like I said I won’t hurt you unless you deserve it.” I nod then taking the plate from him. I started to eat while he sat next to me with his plate. Hwa also put some fresh fruit on my plate. I scarfed down the food again.

“Slow down sweetie,” he said, then kissing my head. I stared at him. He wiped my face from the little bit of egg that was on my lips. I went back to eating while he cleaned up. When I was done, he grabbed my plate and cleaned it. Once he was done, he escorted me back into the basement. He turned to leave when I started to whine.

“Sweetie, I have to get some work done. I’ll be back down at lunch time.”

“Please don’t leave me down here, Hwa,” I beg. He kissed my head. I took the chance. I punched him as hard as I could causing him to fall to the ground holding his face. I didn’t waste the time before running for the door. Once in the kitchen I slammed the basement door shut then putting a chair under the handle.

“Sweetie, let me out,” he said from behind the door. His voice unnaturally calm for someone who is locked into the basement. I ran to the front door even taking a pair of his shoes. I quickly slip them on still hearing Hwa banging on the door and slamming against it. I jerked the door open and ran out trying to get to the road. Hoping I meet someone who could help me. I reach the gate at the end of his driveway only for me to realize that I have up to get to the other side. I started to climb up when I feel a searing pain in the back of my thigh. I scream only for me to see Hwa standing a yard or two behind me with his gun. Fuck me…

“Baby, come back. I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said, sing song like. I jumped over the fence and ran. The adrenaline keeping me going and from feeling the pain in my leg. I cover the wound with a scrap of my dress to keep from Hwa following the blood trail. I hide behind a big oak tree away from the road I just ran down. Somebody help me…

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: You getting your wisdom teeth removed

Mark:

underestimates you majorly

thinks to himself that he got this, i mean he can handle the dreamies, and there is no way you could be more chaotic than them right?

but

he kind of forgets that he actually has absolutely no control over the dreamies

and has a horrible realisation when you prove to be MUCH more chaotic than them

getting you into the car was one of the hardest things mark swears he has ever had to do

literally, johnny had driven him and it took johnny literally lifted you up and placing you in the back seat

mark then watched as you began to slap his arms and ask him how he knew superman

as confused and worried for you he is, he can’t help laughing slightly

cause you just look so cute with your big cheeks and wide eyes while you mutter about your boyfriend being friends with superman

mark literally just wants to get you back to yours but has no idea how you’re going to act when you get there

wishes you would fall asleep but you don’t

and when you get back you spend the time asking mark to bring superman back and almost crying when mark said no

but he refuses to leave you to someone else for a second because you’re his baby and he’s going to look after you no matter how difficult you are

Renjun:

he was with you for a few hours and in those hours renjun aged about 50 years

in about five minutes he’s already done

you pinch his cheeks as soon as he arrives and just stare at him

you then proceed to gently cup his face and whisper

“so precious”

and renjun turns to the nurse like “bitch wtf have you done to my y/n?”

and then he realises you’re essentially high as a kite right now and have no idea what you’re doing

asks the nurse what to do and sets his goal as getting you rested

it took renjun over three hours to get you in the car, back home and into bed

something that normally takes 20 minutes max

but you had to stop because the music wasn’t right and you couldn’t be in a moving car with the wrong music

and because your face was puffed up and you couldn’t remember why and you thought you were dying

you weren’t but renjun was beginning to think he was

and a lot of other reason that renjun has blocked out of his memory

just stares at you at the end of the day while you’re sleeping whispering

“how are you this cute but that annoying? you’re lucky i love you”

but he knows, no matter how annoying you are, you’re always going to be his favourite

Jeno:

basically finds himself trying to stop you from doing EVERYTHING you want to

mainly because everything you want to do will get you hurt

and then has to deal with you crying every time he says no to you climbing the eiffel tower

“WHY NOT THOUGH???”

“because we’re in korea... and that’s in france...”

ends up with you in tears on him complaining about how the eiffel tower must be lonely because you can’t go and visit it

and he finds himself promising to take you one day

he has never felt as strong of a feeling of relief as he did when you finally started to become tired

this boy has patience for days and he used ALL of it with you

like you move closer to him and just plop down on his shoulder

first he’s worried you’ve passed out or something

but when he realises you’re sleeping jeno swears he could have cried in that moment he was so happy

but as he watches you sleep he can’t help but place a soft kiss on your forehead

stares at you with MASSIVE heart eyes and just admits that he’s whipped as hell

but he’s also exhausted as hell and falls asleep on the sofa immediately after you

Hyuck:

initially he vibed with this

found it the funniest thing on the planet like

entertained all your screaming by screaming back and probably encouraged you to do every stupid idea that came to your mind plus he definitely recorded a lot of it

“i’m gonna sit on the roof of the car on the way home...”

“ok baby you do that”

but when he watches you actually attempting to climb onto the roof he panics and pulls you back down

“but you said i could sit there...” *you giving him the puppy dog eyes”

and he is NOT PREPARED for you to start crying

runs up to you immediately and wipes them away while asking you if you’ll get in the car

relieved af when you say yes

and then freaks out again when you start crying halfway back because there’s a spot on the window that looks different to yesterday

and starts to realise why doyoung was laughing at his when he mentioned this was happening

he literally bangs his head on the wheel out of frustration

“well i’ve learnt today that i am NOT cut out to be a parent”

and yet he will still look after you for as long as you need him to

Jaemin:

ok *cracks knuckles*

the motherly instincts kick in

he thinks he’s got this in the bag

just give you cuddles and reassurance and all should be fine

he learns pretty quickly that that is NOT the case

and adapts cause he’s superhuman when it comes to looking after you

does literally everything you ask

you want some fruit

nana’s got it

you want a hug

nana’s got it

you get the picture

the only thing that really throws jaemin is when you cry for no reason

like how is he supposed to comfort you when you think the planet pluto is lonely because it was shunned and cast out for being too small

tries to reassure you but when you ask how he knows jaemin almost just gives up and says he doesn’t

but he uses all his self control and stays calm, gently stroking your head and saying it’s okay

almost can’t believe his luck when he feels you begin to fall asleep

refuses to move you in case you wake up, so instead just keeps giving you kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Chenle:

is not prepared at all

goes to pick you up from your appointment and bring you back to his so he can look after you

yet was not expecting you to literally scream at him when he walked in the door

“CHENLE!!! LOOK NURSE IT’S MY BOYFRIEND! ISN’T HE PRETTY?”

ok yes that makes him smile but he’s also incredibly embarrassed

tries to get you out of there as soon as possible

practically drags you towards the car and puts you in

gets worried when you’re staring back at the dentist’s office because he’s starting to panic that he’s forgotten something

but you’re silent so he keeps going

then suddenly

“CHENLE!!!!” *you scream* *chenle almost crashes the car*

“what are you okay?!?!”

“I LEFT IT BEHIND!!! MY TOOTH I LEFT IT BEHIND!!”

he tries telling you that you were meant to but you keep crying

“i’ll buy you a new one!” at this point chenle would buy you anything to make you stop talking

looks over and sees you staring at him happily and his heart melts

nah he knows he would buy you anything cause he’s whipped for you

Jisung:

yeah he calls for help

he thought he would be fine like he could handle whatever it was

but when he watched you pick a banana and then burst into tears because it wasn’t the one you wanted

he knew he would need backup

so he calls jaemin and renjun over

but they’re busy at work so he’s alone

he kind of just gently takes the bananas out of your hand and tries to pick he “right” one for you

and then finds himself with you snuggling up to him murmuring about how he knows you too well and he always gets it right

then you grab the banana and begin to dance around happily and he doesn��t know if he should put music on and join you or stop you

he just has no idea what the best way of handling this is

so he just goes with his instinct and makes it up as he goes along

his main priority is making sure you don’t hurt yourself

so he puts anything he thinks could be dangerous on the highest shelf

and just watches you constantly

is basically very tense and in a constant state of panic the whole time

but by the next day

he promises to NEVER take your normal calmer self for granted again

[krabstick32]

Girl Code

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Having crushes are hard. Especially when your best friend and the person you like seem to be hitting it off. 

Tags/warnings: very very very light angst, mostly fluff uwu

a/n: first of all, happy new year! school got reaaaal busy, so whew! it’s been a while! not gonna lie, I really missed writing stuff! I got a few days worth of break, so hopefully I get to finish a few backlogged reqs. (I think I only have two left, but to those two, I sincerely apologize for the wait! I’m planning to write them as headcanons to get them out faster, so I hope you don’t mind!)

to @aliaisreal​, thank you so much for requesting and being so patient with me 🥺 i apologize in advance if it’s not very good :(( it’s not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it and that it’s somehow worth the wait^^

Link to the ask: Request by @aliaisreal​

As the Insect Pillar, and the successor of the Butterfly Estate, Shinobu Kocho was one busy woman. She has a lot of responsibilities on her plate such as slaying demons, concocting medicine, and the like, so it was safe to say that she had no time to babysit anyone but—

“Shinobu!” The door bursts open and one of her… self-appointed responsibilities come prancing right through the threshold. “How about we go out to the village and have some lunch, hmm? My treat!”

Even if her skin felt like it almost flew off in shock, her smile stayed the same as she arranged the papers she intentionally threw around her desk when you came barging through the door. It wasn’t like you immediately coming in shocked her or anything. No, not at all. “Hello to you too, (F/N). Not that I particularly mind, but why so sudden?”

At that, your cheeks turn an adorable shade of red. In your excitement to invite her out to eat, you forgot to greet her first. “Ah, hello. But, back to the topic of lunch!”

Shinobu didn’t really change the topic, but she waved a hand as an indication for you to continue.

“Well, you seem stressed lately. I was hoping to treat you out y’know? And then you could rant and tell me all about it—only if you want to of course, no pressure at all!”

She sighed. For the past few days, Shinobu was starting to get a little frustrated with the current medicine she was trying to make work. On top of that, she needed to handle so many other things, and do missions, check in on patients, cook—well, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it was starting to get on her nerves. 

It was no surprise that you were starting to notice because even if you seemed a little too enthusiastic at times, you were still her best friend and a pillar at that—you wouldn’t be here without being exceptionally skilled and observant. Overenthusiasm aside, she—and everybody else included—knew you meant well. 

“I don’t know,” She hums, excited to see how you’ll react. “Are you done with your portion of the work? You looked a little distracted earlier, what with Tomioka-san—“

With the mention of the water pillar’s name, your sweet closed eyed smile turned sour as you immediately placed your hands on her mouth to stop her from continuing that sentence. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m done! You know I don’t slack off. All the patients are fine and I've stitched up the few whose wounds opened.”

She was just teasing. Shinobu was well aware of your skill and work ethic, and while Shinobu was gifted in medicine, particularly pharmaceuticals, you had an uncanny knack for cutting people apart, and stitching them back up again. You were as skilled with a scalpel as you were with a sword.

“I’m just teasing (F/N)-chan.” The Insect Pillar replied, and couldn’t help but want to push more of your buttons as your face seemed to relax at the thought that she wouldn’t mention a particular someone. “But are you sure you’d rather invite me? I’m sure you’d rather ask Tomio—“

If your face was pink before, you were absolutely glowing right now as you put back your hand on top of her mouth. “Shinobu! You know I...you know I don’t like him like that! Besides, I am positive he likes someone else.”

She shrugs your hands off—which were slightly clammy, ew— as she shows you a devilish smile that has you sweating more. “Lie all you’d like, but I don’t think that’s something someone who ‘doesn’t like him like that’ would say, don’t you think?”

Ah, teasing was fun, but teasing you and tomioka were one of the few pleasures in life she made sure to enjoy.

“...Stop teasing me or I will eat without you.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go to that ramen shop in the village.”

Everyone didn’t give the great Inosuke-sama enough credit!

He was raised by boars, grew up in the wild, and treated the mountains like his home. Insouke may have lacked skill in what society normally taught, like proper etiquette, and reading, but the wild was a great teacher on its own, and taught him things he wouldn’t have learned in the company of other humans.

Spending his entire life out in the wild, Inosuke was able to learn how to heighten his senses, particularly his sense of touch, and how to observe. He may have been clueless in the socially acceptable ways to voice out what he sees, what he feels, but Inosuke is perceptive, and that’s what people normally wouldn’t associate with someone who was as stubborn as a rock, and as brash as a beast.

Inosuke—and Kentaro, Nezuko, and Monitsu for that matter—usually spent their time at the butterfly estate. The three of them—mostly Tontaro, really—helped the girls. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, lifting heavy things, were simple chores that they did, and afterwards, Inosuke would often find himself looking for you and Shinobu.

He always felt this...fuwa-fuwa feeling around the two of you, and he thought both of you were like that Gengoro, his sister, and reluctantly Chuitsu.

There was a day where Shinobu was out on a mission, leaving you partially in charge of the butterfly estate, and spending some time with Inosuke. Personally, you found Inosuke to be interesting due to his origins, and overall, he was fun to be around with. Surprisingly, both of you really complimented each other despite being both huge balls of energy and enthusiasm.

That day, you and him were having a little spar by one of the yards around the estate. To an outsider, it was absolutely funny seeing him, who had a more built body compared to your lithe frame, getting thrown off and beaten to a pulp with a wooden stick. If Shuitzu were here to see the spar, he would be laughing his ass off in that pissy, slightly disgusting high-pitched tone at the many times Inosuke was thrown down. Manchiro would probably observe though, and would probably encourage him that he could beat you one day while helping him with his wounds.

Contrary to popular belief though, Inosuke was well aware he couldn’t beat you, at least not yet. Regardless of the way you looked, he could feel it in his skin that you were a formidable opponent who could easily break his bones if you wanted. Seeing your strength for himself was an opportunity he saw where he could get stronger, even if it did frustrate him a little. Or a lot.

“The great Inosuke demands a rematch! A rematch!”he demands, fussing against the ground as you lower your sword and stand up straight from your last breathing form.

“Ahaha, okay, okay! But I’m feeling a little tired…” you pause and place a hand on your chin with a thoughtful look. In a few seconds, you snap your fingers and turn back to him with a bright smile. “Ah! How about we take a break first? Then you could go back to handing me my butt?”

Inosuke knew you weren’t tired and that technically, you were the one handing him his ass. You weren’t heaving a lung out like he was, or sweating bullets. You were the picture of calm and collected, pristine like untouched snow, without a hair out of place.

Inosuke huffs and pushes himself off the ground. “Fine! Insouke-sama permits it!”

“Wonderful! Wait here.” You chirp and pad back into the butterfly estate, leaving Inosuke to unceremoniously plop back down to the ground.

A few minutes pass, and he feels his skin tingle—someone was here, but they didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. It would have felt different if there was.

He looks up from his spot on the ground and spots the hanhan baori guy, his face looking the same as it did the past few times Inosuke saw it. The odd guy was just passing through the gate when Inosuke pushed himself off the floor, wooden sword pointed between Pochioka’s eyes.

“Hanhan Bao—!”

Before Inosuke would have finished his proclamation to fight, you were back standing at the engawa with a tray of sliced fruit, and bamboo cups filled with cool water. “Inosuke? What’s wro—Giyuu! What brings you here?”

Huh. That was odd.

“(F/N)-san.” Inosuke goes uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes darted between the two of you.

It was completely unmistakable. Hanhan Baori’s mouth moved when you arrived. Inosuke honestly thought Dohioka was a magic statue before this day.

You turn to Inosuke and place the tray in a safe spot. “Here, eat first. I’ll just ask what Giyuu needs, and we can spar right after, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay.”

At his response, you give him a warm smile and pat his head (there was that darned fuwa-fuwa feeling again!). He watches as you and Tapioka move a few meters away, settling underneath the shade of a tree to talk, a bit too far away for him to hear.

He doesn’t think he needs to though, because your body language said it all.

Your face was a little flushed, your smile looked even sweeter. Hanhan baori’s mouth was curling upwards in a smile, and his eyes looked fond. A suspicious combination for someone who he previously thought was a statue up until now. But he digresses. He’s never seen you look so...like this. You smiling wasn’t much of a surprise, but with Pachinko around...it was different, and Tochioka seemed more open to boot. There wasn’t much of a doubt in his mind. There was something between you two. He just couldn’t put a name on it—but there was something. Maybe he should ask Monjiro about it.

He munches on the fruit thoughtfully, watching you smile softly—softer than he’s ever seen—as you seem to answer a question Torioka asked you.

Yep, definitely something up between you and Tomioka.

Maybe he should extend his help. After all, the great Inosuke-sama was the kind ruler of the mountains. Pushing you two along would be a piece of cake.

Shinobu catches you pouting by the window in your joint office. It was adorable, considering how your cheeks were puffed, and your eyebrows were furrowed, but with your personality? Sulking wasn’t like you. “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

Surprised, you jump and turn to find the Insect Pillar with her ever present smile painted on her face. It seems softer though, kinder. “Huh? No, nothing’s wrong!” You disagree, pushing yourself off the chair and tidying up the papers scattered on your desk.

She watches you with a small knowing smile on her face. “What, didn’t see Tomioka-san today?”

You paused for a moment, imperceptible to any outsider, but to Shinobu, who has spent so much time around you, that momentary lapse in movement was enough of an indicator. “...No.”

Hit the nail right on the head!

“You are a terrible liar (F/N)-chan. I thought the two of you were getting along? Should I go put poison in his tea?”

At her suggestion, you turn back as your skin pales. It was largely concerning how easily Shinobu could do that. “What? No! He did nothing, I swear it!”

“Awfully defensive,” The Insect Pillar snickers, before taking a seat on her chair and turning to you. With you pouting at her, Shinobu is reminded of how fun it was to tease you.

“Shinobu-chan.”

“Teasing.” She raises her hands in a move to placate you. Well, annoying you was fun and all, but she was concerned for you, more so than wanting to piss you off. “Anyway—jokes aside, you know i’m always here for you, right?”

You knew that. She was always willing to listen to your problems, but you couldn’t exactly tell her that you’re trying to distance yourself from Giyuu because he liked her.

Truth be told, you were getting along with Giyuu, so much so that you’ve started to like him as more than a friend. But, you cared for Shinobu and you wanted her to be happy. She and Giyuu made more sense than you and him.

“...Yes.”

“And that I love you like a sister, right?”

Despite all the teasing, you knew Shinobu really cared for you. She may like to push your buttons, but oddly enough, it reminded you of one of your siblings, so you didn’t mind. Just like your relative, you knew they did it because they wanted to distract you from your problems. An odd way of doing it, but they really would have gotten along.

“Yeah.”

“And that I can easily kill a man and hide his body?”

“Shinobu-chan!”

She laughs, the sound very similar to bells, and you can’t help the bitter thought that maybe Giyuu liked someone with a mellow voice like hers. “Kidding! Kidding! Well, kind of on that last one.”

You pout, and she brushes off her statement with a near irresistible bribe. “Alright, how about we go get some food? My treat.”

Awfully tempting. But there was still one more concern in your head.

“No poison?”

“Have more faith in my, (F/N)-chan!” Giggling, Shinobu slides the door open, and beckons you over. “Now, let’s go—I’m sure you’re hungry!”

“You didn’t answer my question!” You say, trailing after her in mild worry, feelings momentarily forgotten as the thought of food replaces it.

It was any other early evening in the butterfly estate when the Water Pillar barged in through the doors, blood dripping from an open wound on his chest, with the oddest expression on his face.

Maybe what should have alarmed the butterfly girls were the deep scratch marks on his chest. Instead, it was the near half-crazed look on his face. Tomioka-san’s face never moved from it’s impassively cold stare, why was now any different?

“Where is she?” He rasps.

Aoi, who was standing at the entrance with Kiyo upon his arrival, was brought out of her shock. “Tomioka-sama, lie down. Kiyo will lead you to a room and I’ll get Shinobu-sama immediately to take care of your wounds.”

“No, where is she? Where’s (F/N)—”

From the end of the hall, you came down to see what all the huff was about. You were taking inventory of the supplies since it was a little slow today, but the ruckus urged you to go out and take a look.

“Giyuu? What’s going on he—ohmygods, Giyuu, are you alright?” Seeing Giyuu pale—well, paler than normal—and bleeding all over the floor was not what you expected though.

“(F/N)...” Seeing her alive and breathing eased Giyuu’s worries, so much so that he sags in relief. He would have dropped down the floor if it weren’t for your quick reflexes.

Lightly, he feels you press a hand to his head, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. 

“Giyuu? Stay with me, we’re going to fix you right up, ‘kay?” There was no doubt in his head that you could. He’s been in much worse really. The blood loss just wasn’t doing him any favors.

Regardless, he shakes his head and just savors you being here, warm and alive.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Dead? Who, me? No, silly! I just sprained my ankle, so walking’s a little hard, but i’ll be fine!”

“I thought I was going to lose you...” He was starting to babble. The blood loss was starting to affect him more than he’d thought.

“Lose me? Don’t worry, I’m not going away any time soon.”

“Good…” Giyuu breathes out a sigh of relief. He liked the thought of you living for a long, long time. “I like you a lot.”

With that admission, his head slumps over your shoulder, and his body gets heavier, prompting you to nearly drop him with the weight of his sudden confession and his mass.

Aoi and Kiyo watches, shocked beyond words as your face continuously gets redder and redder. Whether it was from the exertion, or his words, well, everyone knew exactly what was causing you to look like a freshly plucked apple.

“H-Hah?! Wait, Giyuu? Giyuu!”

And that is the sight that greets Shinobu. She was back from a report to Oyakata-sama, so seeing you all red and flustered with a fully grown man who was bleeding all over her floor and who was about to fall over and kill you—with his weight, or with his words, Shinobu could easily guess which—was an especially unusual sight, but unfortunately, not really unexpected. And mildly infuriating.

“Tomioka-san, you total dunce! Get treated first! Ugh, (F/N)-chan, don’t let him fall, he’s losing blood!”

“Ow—“ Giyuu grunts, the bandage being wrapped around his torso a little too tight for his taste.

“Tomioka-san.” Shinobu starts, her hands continuously steady as she wraps the bandages with precision and efficiency around his chest. “I don’t think we’ve had a heart to heart chat about (F/N)-chan, don’t you think?”

After Giyuu’s surprise confession, you and Shinobu were able to drag him to a nearby room. He was passed out cold, and between you two, carrying a fully grown man would still be difficult, even if you’ve both had special pillar training.

He woke up a few minutes after you were done stitching the open gash at his stomach which caused his bloodloss (and slightly embarassing fainting spell). These unfortunate series of events have led him here, painfully being bandaged by none other than Shinobu. It wold have been nice if you were the one doing it, but Shinobu sent you to go look for more bandages with this sickly sweet look in her eyes—which you barely noticed in your worry. The worry was sweet, but now he knows Shinobu’s motives. Interrogstion.

Giyuu could do nothing else but nod, doing his damn best to not flinch, and keep still.

“You see, she really likes you, you know? I’ve never seen (F/N)-chan happier than she is when she’s with you. Honestly, I don’t know why she does, and what she sees in you but I like seeing her happy. You and I both know that she deserves it.”

Giyuu watches her wrap the bandages with practiced ease albeit with a little more force than necessary. Hearing Shinobu talk about you so fondly has him feeling grateful that you had someone who cared so deeply for you, and who was so willing to do anything to keep you happy. Even if the brunt of her attacks did fall on him, he could understand where she was coming from.

“She does,” Giyuu says, surprising Shinobu as she finds the softest, most fondest look she has ever seen on Giyuu’s immovable face. For a moment, Shinobu could see that he cared so much for you—as much, if not more than you cared for him—and she knew that he would never do anything to hurt you.

Unbelievable. She can’t believe he passed her test so easily.

She lets out a heavy sigh, turning back to the task at hand with a saccharine smile ready on her face.

“All that said, If you hurt any part of who I see as my beloved sister, I'll make sure to use my medical expertise to ensure you don’t get a chance to spread your genes—”

The door slides open with a nice loud clack, preventing Giyuu from hearing the rest of Shinobu’s sentence. Just as well too. He doesn’t think he’d want to hear the rest.

“Shinobu-chan! I’ve got more bandages for Giyuu!”

“Ah, thank you, (F/N)-chan!” The Insect Pillar smiles, taking one of the fresh bundles you offered, as you moved to the side of the room, arranging the medical supplies for easier access.

Shinobu leans down, under the guise of tying the gauze, as you flit around the room, spreading sunshine in your trails. None of you mention how you blatantly avoid eye contact with Giyuu. But it’s not like he’s initiating any either.

“I don’t think I need to continue my sentence.” She mumbles under her breath. “Do you understand?”

Giyuu winces as she tucks in another piece of bandage, grumbling in response. “Loud and clear.”

BONUS:

Later that night, Shinobu left the two of you alone in Giyuu’s hospital room to talk it out. It was a little awkward at first, but as the two of you melt the ice, your usual sunny personalty—ironic, as you were the Snow Pillar—takes over. Throughout the course of the evening, you take out his hand with his permission, and have the time of your life holding it. It was a little funny how stiff and unused he was being at hand holding, but you found that to be one of his unexpected charms. And it wasn’t like he was complaining. He actually found it adorable how small your hands were, and how it fit really well against his own.

“So you don’t like Shinobu?” You ask a little shyly, playing with the tips of his fingers.

Against your skin, you feel him shiver in disgust as he looks slighty disgusted by question. “Gods, no, never.”

“So you were serious about liking me? It wasn’t a joke?”

“I don’t think I’d joke about that in my final moments.”

You giggle, feeling a little silly for even questioning it. But really, you don’t think you could be blamed for it. “You have a point.”

The two of you stay in comfortable silence for a while. He watches you trace vague shapes against his palms and he’s never felt so at peace before, than he did at this moment. After a while though, a curious thought strikes him, and he can’t help but want to ask.

“...What made you think that?”

The tips of your ears stain pink before you look away and bring one hand to your cheek. “Well I thought you two liked each other, and it seemed like she suited you much better than I would.”

“I only ever liked you. I thought I was being obvious.”

As blunt as ever.

“Ahaha!” You laughed, getting flustered in spite of the warmth pooling into your chest. “Well, I guess not enough for me.” It’s not as if you were able to notice. You did think he liked Shinobu after all. “By the way, why did you think I was going to die?”

He look up at the ceiling. “One of Tanjirou’s friends...that boar kid told me you couldn’t walk, and that you couldn’t move.”

“Inosuke? Oh, that…that actually makes a lot of—a lot of s-sense!”

Giyuu watches you fondly as you laugh. In your defense, the thought of you spraining your ankle being blown out of proportion by none other than Inosuke was funnier than you ever expected.

“Don’t laugh.” Giyuu pouts. It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “By the way he said it, I really thought you weren’t going to live to see another day.”

You breather deeply, giggling a little as you look at him with mirth and happiness dancing in your eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll explain it to him tomorrow. But I guess I should thank him. If you weren’t nearly half-dead on your feet, neither of us would have confessed.”

“Yeah. I‘ll go with you.”

“Cool! Cool...Um, Giyuu?”

“Yes?”

“Could you maybe… perhaps, say that again?”

“Say what, again?”

“That you like me?”

Giyuu chuckles, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I like you.”

He’d say it a million more times if he gets to see you smile like that again.

“Heehee, I like you too Giyuu!”

a/n: i got a little sick of rereading this so many times, so, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes!! i hope ya’ll liked it though uwu

also, are any of you playing genshin impact? man, that game saved my sanity, and at the same time caused more insanity....it’s fun.

if u guys wanna play, feel free to send me your uid’s! i’m at world level 6 so i can go into most worlds :^)

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A Little Bit of Comfort

Tendou x reader

1.6k words

Hi there! It's been a while since I posted a one shot, last night for some reason I suddenly felt just absolutely terrible, overwhelmed, and tired, idk why. I'm fine now though don't worry! So this was a bit of a comfort fic for me, although if you noticed it ended VERY abruptly mainly because something happened that made my mood immediately go up, and it felt weird writing it when I'm no longer in that somber mood lmao. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it either way!!!

It was usual for Tendou to come home to a dimmed apartment. You never really liked having such bright lights especially at night when things can get slightly overwhelming. Coming home from work you always liked to have a relaxed environment where you feel safe and calm.

Though, it never was completely pitch black. You hated complete nothingness, Tendou knew that.

So, he didn’t yell out he’s home, the moment he comes in like he usually would. He almost did, yet he was glad he read the situation before yelling anything out.

Tendou’s smile formed to a thin line, his eyes dropping down when he took a look at the apartment. Everything was tidy, too tidy in fact. He was too used to seeing you either lounging on the couch or having a bowl on the coffee table of whatever fruits you decided to snack on but was too lazy to wash until you had to wash dinner’s plates.

He gently placed down the pizza box he was holding on the dining table, careful not to make any unnecessary loud noises. Tendou stalked over towards his shared bedroom with you, after confirming that yes, you weren’t on the couch.

When he had his hand on the handle of the door and tried to come in though, he noticed how there was a weight pushing the door back, preventing him to come in. Placing an ear close to the door he could hear small muffled sobs. He knew this was what was happening and yet his heart still broke at you confirming his suspicion.

As cheerful as Tendou was, he could read the situation very well. He knew when to make jokes and when it was time to actually be serious. And this was one of those times where jokes won’t get him nor you anywhere.

“Hey lovely, could you let me in?” he tried to speak in a slightly more cheerful tone, trying to hide his obvious worry.

He heard some light shuffling and felt the weight on the door left, which prompted him to go inside the room. When he opened the door, he wasn’t met with you laying on the bed in front of him, instead, you were right beside the door you were leaning on just moments before.

Back against the wall, knees folded up towards your chest, your hands wrapping themselves around each other, and your head buried on your knees, crying.

Tendou’s frown only deepened when he saw you at such a vulnerable position. He didn’t want to stare at you for very long though, he needed to do something. You already trusted him enough to show that you were in pain, to show that you were exhausted, something you don’t normally show other people, as you would normally immediately wipe the tears and compose yourself at the very sound of someone coming near you. He doesn’t want to rid of that trust you had given him.

Crouching right beside you, he wrapped his lanky arms around your form, easily wrapping your entire body in a tight hug. He didn’t say anything, to be completely honest, he didn’t know what to say in moments like these, which was a good thing, as saying something would be rendered quite useless during such moments.

Feeling his arms around you, you already felt immediately safer, like a small weight had been lifted from your heavy heart. Your body wouldn’t let your limbs let go of one another, so you did the next best thing to get closer to Tendou. You leaned on him.

Enveloping yourself in the sweet scent of chocolate he always carried with him. You always enjoyed the smell of chocolate, though you didn’t always like certain types of chocolates. Either way, him working as a chocolatier just made your life a little sweeter.

You stayed there for a while, a part of you expecting him to say something, he never did. You didn’t know if it felt good that he was just letting you pour out all your feelings or it felt terrible since you couldn’t help but feel he was judging you. You knew he would never, he would never judge the person he cared most in the world.

He loves you.

You would cement those three words in your heart every single time you had doubted him for even a second. But those three words don’t seem to be working it’s magic like it usually does.

It didn’t feel right,

Nothing felt right today.

Sure, Tendou’s touch was comforting, it was safe, warm, sweet, but the longer you stayed in it the more your insecurities ate at your mind. Telling you how grossed out he must be feeling to have tear-stained clothes and how much he must hate to be around such a bother like you are. He’s just too kind to say it out loud.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tendou’s soft voice pulled you out of your insecurities.

He noticed how you started muffling your cries even more and your body had tensed. Though he didn’t necessarily know what it meant, he realized it can’t be anything good. Hoping it was the right time, he finally spoke. You stayed silent for a while after his question, leading him to slightly worry.

“What’s wrong?” he tried his luck again.

That two-word question snapped you back to your senses. Why were you crying? All you could remember was coming home from a slightly more tiring day at work but being completely exhausted and overwhelmed the moment you stepped into the apartment. Only to cry it out, but in the process of crying it out, your mind filled itself with unnecessary negativity that didn’t even relate to work.

“I don’t know,” you muttered.

Finally untangling yourself from your own limbs, you curled yourself over towards Tendou who happily accepted.

“I’ll grab some water and you can go to bed, ok?” Tendou noticed how your grip tightened around his clothes. “I promise I’ll come back; it won’t take too long.”

You nodded briskly, not saying anything as Tendou carefully unwrap himself from you and left the room to get water. Though when he came back, he brought more than water. On one of his hands were a bottle and a small mug on his other hand a plate filled with pizza slices. His mouth was wide with a grin, seeing how your eyes lit up at the meal.

“When did you even have time to order?” you stood from the bed helping him place the dishes on your bedside table.

You had calmed yourself much more when he left the room, the only thing left of your original breakdown was a few sniffles and a clogged nose.

“I bought it on the way home from work!” he giggled as he took a seat beside you on the bed.

One of his hands reached up towards the top of your head, his fingers entangling themselves in your hair as he rubs the top of your head affectionately. A warm smile now replacing the grin he had before.

Looking up at him you felt your chest warm up, why did you ever think this man could see you as anything less than the person he loves most when he literally looks at you like that. Starry-eyed and completely lovesick.

“I love you,” you said barely a whisper.

You didn’t even notice you had said it out loud, thinking you said it in your mind as a silent thank you to him for putting up with you. That was until his cheeks turned the same color as his hair and his eyes widened in surprise. It didn’t last long though, since Tendou immediately burst into laughter and a giant smile made its way in his face as he tackled you down towards the bed in a giant hug.

“I love you a hundred times more!” He yelled out causing you to burst into laughter.

Once the two of you stopped laughing, Tendou looked up from where he was laying his head on top of your body. Giving you his usual dopey smile. You chuckled and ruffled the top of his hair (no I’m not making him bald in the timeskip FUCK THAT HE LOOKS SO CUTE WITH HIS USUAL HAIR).

“You should drink the hot chocolate before it gets cold.”

Ah so that’s what was in the mug he was holding.

“It might be a little bit too sweet though,” he hummed, still latching himself on top of your body as you turned to grab the mug from beside you on the table.

You brought the mug to your lips and blew the top of it slightly to cool it down a little bit more, afterward bringing the warm drink to your lips. You drank a little bit of it before pulling it back with a satisfied sigh.

The sweetness of the milk and marshmallows on the top mixing in deliciously with the slight bitterness of the coffee. You hummed in appreciation before bringing the drink back to your lips.

“It’s perfect,” you muttered before silently drinking it little by little.

But the taste started to get a little bit too much.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little bit too sweet,” with your statement Tendou burst into laughter again.

“You can tell me if it's too sweet love, I won’t get offended! I made that in a rush!” he laughed, rolling off of you to the other side of the bed.

You placed the mug back down on the table and huffed out at Tendou.

“You’re a chocolatier I’d feel bad saying it doesn’t taste amazing, it’s like saying your art is weird to a painter!” you crossed your arms at his booming laughter.

“If the painting just threw a bunch of paint to a canvas last minute!”

This is brought to you by a friend of mine making giving me her hot chocolate recipe, only for me to love it for the first few sips and then completely get disgusted how sweet it was <3 I LOVE SWEETS but that shit was SO SWEET WTF

[starvine]

first date headcanons

attack on titan (modern au)

summary: some first date headcanons with some of the attack on titan characters. 

warnings: none, just fluff :)

eren jaeger: movie 

a little basic but it’s all eren could come up with

besides, it was between a movie and dinner and dinner felt too formal so y’all decided on a movie

he’d let you pick the movie tho

he might argue with you if it’s something stupid and claim that it’s horribly written (as if he knows a thing) but that’s it

eren would make sure to get the BEST snacks. spicy food? check. candy? check. popcorn? check. fruits? check.

he just wants to impress you (even if he did have to confide in his friends for some advice)

he just really likes you

during the movie, you guys would start shifting closer to each other, both a little too timid to move all the way all at once

but you guys would make commentary throughout the movie, laughing when things seem too cliché or when a character says something funny

half way throughout the movie, you guys aren’t even really paying attention it it

you’re too busy throwing popcorn at each other and trying to catch it in your mouths, feeding each other candy, and giggling at each other

it’s intimate in its own relaxed way, which makes eren realize how perfect you are

you both could make the most out of a pretty average first date situation and make it into a beyond amazing first date

and that was all he needed to ask you on a second date before he dropped you off at your car, walking with you to make sure you got there safely

and ngl you’d be a bit of a fool to say no to eren

armin arlert: aquarium 

sweetheart is so nervous 

before he came to your apartment to pick you up for your date, he was a little nervous wreck 

he was fidgeting with his fingers, playing with the buttons on his shirt--he probably accidentally opened one by accident 

but once he saw you, he felt fine 

it was as if he physically melted, you just make everything okay 

once you guys got to the aquarium, he would NOT shut up

he was probably pointing things out, telling you fun facts, asking you what is your favorite marine life 

“oh, you like pufferfish? that’s cool! i like them too. they’re very... puffy.” 

he’s like a child in a candy store 

but while he’s rambling about how the digestive system of a sea cucumber basically cleans the ocean, he’s wondering how he should make a move 

he doesn’t want to scare you off or anything, but he doesn’t want you to be disappointed 

but while you guys are looking at one of those large fish tanks, the ones where you walk through a tunnel, you guys just sort of stand there and watch in awe

or rather armin watches in awe while you look at him, a soft smile gracing his pink lips as his eyes dart across the illustriously blue colored glass

and when he feels your pinky latch onto his, he’s a little shocked that you had made the first move

he didn’t not expect it per say, he just thought that he would be the one to make the first move 

but his overthinking got in the way

and when he turns to look down at your intertwined pinkies, he caught you sending him a delicate smile that made his heart squeeze until he felt as if every part of him was on fire

but it was him who finally held your hand fully 

he just needed you to give him the extra push

mikasa ackerman: book store 

it’s a very calming atmosphere, which is something you’d both need for this first date

mikasa is probably pretty anxious for the first date, and wants to make sure you’re okay and enjoying yourself while also making sure she’s okay and enjoying herself

so the calming scent of the book store and the quietness is perfect for her to multitask between mediating the two

you’d both be tasked with picking each other books and then buying them for each other

so initially mikasa was nervous because she wasn’t sure what to get you but then you asked what she liked to read and so that allowed her to ask the same, making the situation less stressful

and all while you two are walking from isle to isle, eyes scanning the various book titles and covers, she sneaks glances at you and how pretty you look

and the fact that you seem very deep in thought, heavily concentrated on getting her the right book, makes her feel less concerned on whether or not you’d rather be with her or not

the answer is obviously a yes but mikasa has a hard time understanding that sometimes

so when you give her the book you bought for her, making sure to lightly touch her fingers while you hand it to her, she already knows that another date is what she wants you both to have or else she’ll probably explode

and based off of how flushed she looks, the possibility of her exploding is not highly unlikely

you guys will sit at this little table in the corner of the store, reading your books

i can picture mikasa annotating certain lines that remind her of you, making mental notes to show you later

overall, the date is pretty lowkey and very sweet

connie springer: dave + busters/bowling

ok there’s not much of an explanation for this one besides the point that if feels right

like connie is pretty energetic and i feel like you can learn a lot about a person based off of the games they’re drawn to 

hence the arcade

i think connie really likes those racing games or the zombie shooting games

he also claims he’s really good at ski ball (he’s not, he’s trash)

so a good portion of the date consists of you just laughing at him the whole time cuz in all honestly he’s not the best at games but he enjoys them for the fun of them

he’d definitely cheer you on when you were playing or try to mess you up if it was you two against each other

but either way he’d give you a hug or a pat on the head after every game

even if u beat him

he’d probably try to sneak a kiss when you guys were in one of those shooting games that requires a booth and the curtains drawn (does that make sense?)

it’s not really romantic like at all, especially since it smells like a million different people in there, but it’s very low stress so in all honesty that’s what makes the kiss nice

and after you guys had used up all your tokens, you’d combine your tickets and pick something together

your prizes would mostly consist of candy and him insisting he get you a plastic gem ring so you can always remember your first date together

it was also his little, strange way of asking you for a second date

levi ackerman: art museum 

unlike connie, he’s not super energetic

so a museum is right up his alley

levi’s a bit awkward, he doesn’t really know how to talk to you

and especially since you’re lovely, his words jumble together and he gets all flustered

so a nice, quiet museum exhibit is perfect for him

it’s a nice balance between casual and formal, so you both dress nice but aren’t restricted by the need to be super polite and stuff

he’d probably like it when you try to imitate the poses that are shown in the paintings or sculptures

just imagine the soft chuckle he’d be unable to prevent from escaping his lips which then melts into a soft smirk

beautiful, beautiful lad

he probably wouldn’t join you though, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he just smiles at you and stares at the art, reading the background info they give on those little plates near them

but he would notice when you stare at him

he could be looking at some art made during the dutch golden age, but as soon as your head slightly tilted in his direction, his cheeks would HEAT up

you almost asked him if he was feeling alright he was so red

but as the date went on, levi really just thought about how much he enjoyed your presence

and he’s not a wicked talkative guy so being able to feel comfortable with someone even if you aren’t talking or doing much is pretty important to him

as the date concludes, levi finally works up the courage to place his hand on your shoulder, asking if there was anything else you wanted to see before the museum closes for the day

his face might be bright red, but the smile you give him makes him feel a little less embarrassed

what can you say, you’ve got charm 💅

hange: the fucking zoo

ok i won’t lie when i got the idea of hange taking you to the zoo for your first date i thought it was so funny and idk why

like they’d be so excited that they’d nearly forget that they’re on a date with you

they’d drag you around from exhibit to exhibit, pointing out the exact breed of tortoise or some really strange fact about the zebras without looking at the little description panel in front of the exhibit

it’s pretty comical

but then randomly, when you guys are sitting down and eating some fries from one of the concession stands, they start going on a rant about animal cruelty and how a lot of zoos don’t treat the animals properly

and you’re just sitting there like “what 🧍‍♀️” cuz they’re mood changed so quickly LMAO

and as soon as their rant started, it finishes and they’re rushing you to the reptile exhibit

they’d probably try to figure out if they could hold one of the snakes

you’d have to drag them out of there before they start harassing one of the workers into letting them hold a snake

they’d also give all of the animals names only to forget them in 2 seconds

“hey, robert, it’s good to see you again!” “hange, i thought you named them dante?” “oh... did i? 😁”

however there’s probably like one animal they absolutely despise and idk why but i feel like it’s parrots

y’all would be walking through this rainforest exhibit, birds flying from tree to tree and the whole time they’re cursing the birds under their breath for no reason at all

just an angry person walking through a rainforest exhibit, cursing out birds

pretty normal if you ask me

however, the date itself is pretty casual and almost feels like you guys are just hanging out

or it would if they didn’t ask you out on another date before dropping you off at home, kissing your cheek as their farewell

pieck finger: café

very simple and quaint

i feel like pieck has a coffee addiction and always puts her in a better mood

so what better place to go on a date then a café?

she’s definitely an iced coffee drinker, and will occasionally go for a hot drink but usually iced coffee is her go-to

and if you get a coffee or tea that she also happens to like, you’re already practically golden in her eyes

since pieck has a very soothing and lowkey nature, i can see the date being much more just like a conversation with someone you’ve known for forever instead of interview-y which is something i’ve found coffee/lunch/dinner dates to be a bit like

but pieck knows how to keep things interesting and she’s a pretty calming person to be around so all is well

i also can’t see her getting super nervous before the date

she seems pretty calm unless in high-stress situations, but even then, she’s pretty level-headed

but since she’s so calm, it makes you wonder if she really cares for the date

and of COURSE she does, she’s so excited about it

it’s just the way pieck is

but as the date continues, she’d probably start to tease you by playing footsies under the table

you gotta keep the date interesting, you know?

you guys would talk about your interests, family, friends, shows you’re watching

literally just anything and everything that’ll allow you guys to get a feel for each other

and if all goes well she’ll definitely suggest another date ;)

also don’t expect to leave without her either writing something cute on your cup, pressing a lip-stick stained kiss to your cheek that matches the one surrounding the rim of her cup, or a promise that your game of footsies will continue next time you see each other

[glacial-snowflakes]

for the dialogue thing, how about loki x gn!reader with prompts 13 and 15 from surprise? thank you <33

Thank you so much for the request! You chose really funny ones 😂 but I made it sound much more serious. I hope you'll like it!

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Prompts: 13) “How do you just find a baby?!”; 15) “What the fuck is that? No, no, absolutely not, we’re not keeping it. No way, uh uh, not happening.” (I slightly changed 15th prompt to match the dialogue more)

Word count: 943

Warnings: child abandonment (HAPPY ENDING)

It was a very exhausting day at work, and all you could think about was a long bath, ideally with your partner Loki. Tiny bubbles covering up your skin and the marvellous scent of mango and passion fruit filling a whole bathroom were what you dreamt of that noon. It was the perfect way to calm your frayed nerves. Few steps more, and all your wishes would come true.

"I'm home!" You said when you crossed the threshold. In a blink of an eye, your shoes were gone, and your black leatherette bag landed on the floor.

"I'm in the living room, darling," you heard Loki's mellow voice coming from around the corner. You couldn't help but smile at the sound of your dearest love. It was the first step of your pure relaxation you wanted and NEEDED so much. You could've already imagined the way he washed your tired body with a sponge, whispering sweet words of affirmation to your ear and placing soft kisses on the side of your sensitive neck.

You minced to the living room. "I'm going to take a bath, and I hope you can keep me company," you grinned when you saw this handsome person of his. The way he winked at you made your already tired legs even weaker than they were before. Oh, he really could make you kneel just like that. "So...?"

"I, um... Of course," he said, gently patting a cushion he held on his thighs. Did he hesitate? "Be there in a second."

Little taken aback, you left the living room, and with the exact moment you crossed the doorstep, you heard a thin cry. You stopped dead in your tracks and immediately turned around. "What was that?" you asked Loki with the confusion painted onto your face.

"Nothing, you misheard—" he didn't finish the sentence as the cushion on his legs gave a movement and cried again. Okay, you were tired but not that much to think that a freaking pillow is talking.

"Honey, could you tell me I'm not going crazy, and this thing on your laps is alive? Is this one of your tricks?" you asked, your voice higher than usual because now you started to freak out. Was he pranking you once again into thinking you were insane?

"Okay, just don't be mad," he flicked his fingers, and the cushion started to disappear in a cloud of green smoke, just to turn into a... BABY!? "Before you say anything, I found him—"

"How do you just find a baby?!" you cut him off with a yell, and to anyone's surprise, you woke the little tiny boy up, and he burst into tears. Within a second, Loki managed to calm him down by conjuring an Asgardian rattle. Boy's eyes concentrated on the goldish toy, and there was no sign of tears on these chubby cheeks. For a brief moment, you felt the warmth filling up your body as you stared at Loki, smiling at a baby, and you couldn't help but think about him as a father. However, you snapped out of it and didn't let the imagination take over rationality.

"Let me finish, my love. Thor and I were on a mission in one of the realms, and he was there lying in an abandoned hut, crying loudly, and I thought we could keep him." He didn't wait too long for your response as you immediately said:

"What the fuck—? No, no, absolutely not, we’re not keeping it. No way, uh uh, not happening. Who even takes some strange child from another world and thinks it's a good idea to adopt it—" you didn't finish as you've already known the answer. There was no need for Loki to respond. That's what Odin did. "I know, I'm sorry."

You let out a deep sigh and finally sat next to him on the sofa. You looked down at a boy Loki was holding in his arms. He didn't say anything. For a while, you two were staring at this fragile little baby. It took you a moment to realize that he's wearing your man's old Asgardian bodysuit. How did he even find it? You carefully grabbed the boy's tiny hand and watched as he began to squeeze your index finger. Your heart fluttered.

"I know we can't have a baby, my love," Loki said quietly, "and when I saw him abandoned in this shabby hut without his parents nearby, who most definitely left him there to die, I couldn't help but think about me. About the time when Odin found me and saved me from inevitable death. It is crazy, I know. We are more than ready to raise a child, and if we can't have one on our own, then... Maybe this is our chance?"

You knew what Loki said was true. You could see in his eyes that pure desire to save this boy. And when you were looking at the love of your life holding a child, there was something deep inside your heart that screamed, "This is what you want! You can do this, Y/N! You can raise him together!". It was crazy. It truly was. But it was life with Loki you were talking about. Nothing about it would ever be normal. You knew that the moment he asked you to be his partner, you agreed to every craziness that came with it. And if you think about it, could it be so hard for two magical beings to raise a child on Midgard?

"You're right, darling. This is our chance," you placed your head on Loki's shoulder, "and we won't let it go to waste."

tag: @handmaiden-of-mischief @amiechuchu

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