#and it’s only sticking more plz send help

[singular-ghost-sound]

Plz help. I’ve super glued a yellow worm to my hand and it’s not coming off. Ow I’ve spent 10 minutes trying to get it off and I’m going out to eat with my family in 5 minutes

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Heartbeats

liam dunbar x reader

summary: heartbeats quicken every time stiles goes over a bump. scott is determined to find out why.

tags: mutual pining, crushes, nervousness, comfort (no hurt), some fluff, protective!scott

word count: 820

a/n: this is only the third time i'm writing for teen wolf, but the first for liam, so i'm nervous! go easy on me plz 🥹 (he's just so cute, i can't help but write a lil soft piece for him.)

Stiles takes a turn at a whopping forty miles an hour, making the whole Jeep rattle in discomfort. There’s a squeak somewhere, but all the occupants know better than to ask. Scott turns to the pair in the backseat, looking once again for the correlation between the rattling and the racing hearts he keeps picking up. 

“You guys good?” He asks, offering a thumbs up. 

Liam’s lip is slightly turned up with distaste at the question. You scrunch your nose. 

“Define good,” you challenge. 

Stiles is immediately offended. “She’s doing her best, guys. We’re almost there.”

He goes over another bump, causing another increase in heart rate, and earning another look from Scott. 

Both of you look nothing but annoyed, giving him no signs of why it could be happening. There’s a slightly sweet scent in the air, but it’s not sticking out as anything important. For all he knows, there’s a carnival nearby. Scott can’t do anything but stare and wait for another bump. He hopes his betas continue to look out their respective windows and don’t feel his eyes on them. 

“ETA?” He asks Stiles, hoping he can get in at least five more minutes of analysis. 

“Five forty two. About ten more minutes.”

Good.

He takes another wicked turn without warning. Everyone bounces in their seats, and if you weren’t buckled in, you would’ve fallen into Liam’s lap.

“Stiles!”

“Sorry!”

“Warning next time!”

“The GPS barely warns me, I don’t have time to warn you! Wear your seatbelt.”

“I am!”

“Well then hold on better!”

“Ugh!” You send Liam an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” 

Scott watches from the rearview mirror. Liam’s heart jumped at the sudden turn, and rose again slightly at your apology. Yours, on the other hand, is still beating out of your chest since the turn. He cocks his head. 

“Left!” Stiles yells while making the turn. At least he tried this time. 

“Shit,” you mutter, grabbing the handle on the ceiling. Your knee still hits Liam’s, though, making both your hearts sputter. 

Scott turns quickly, realization hitting him. His leather jacket scrapes the seat, causing a disruptive sound that catches both of your attentions. 

“What?”

He only stares, ignoring your question. 

“Another left!”

The cycle repeats. Your knees touch and your hearts race. That’s the correlation. 

Every time you and Liam touch, you both get nervous. 

That explains the smell in the air. 

“What?” You repeat. 

For a while, Scott’s theorized you’d fall for each other. You’re the same age and both full of a charisma that he adores. You mess with each other all the time, but also find comfort in one another. Liam’s taken it upon himself to guide and protect you whenever Scott’s not there. He’s also been helping you control your turns. 

But as cute as it is… he’s not sure how he feels about his betas being together like that. He suddenly feels like a mom getting overprotective of his kids when they start taking an interest in dating. His nose twitches. 

“Right!”

This time, Liam falls into you and stutters out the quickest apology he can muster. Your cheeks heat up as you assure him it’s okay, then you both let your eyes drop to the ground. 

“Tunnel!”

Blackness overtakes you as the Jeep barrels into an unexpected tunnel. Stiles’ driving is already questionable, and suddenly so much more so in the complete darkness.

“Oh god,” you mutter, fear wafting off you. 

Unbeknownst to Scott, Liam takes your hand for reassurance. He holds it tightly and whispers you’ll be okay. Scott can sense the comfort easing your mind, taking over your fear. When out of the tunnel, he checks his rearview to see your hands clasped, and can’t help but smile. Your shoulders are touching, and Liam draws a shape on your palm that makes you giggle. Scott’s seen him do it before, when you need a distraction from turning, but he didn’t expect to see it now. Before he can ask if you’re okay, Stiles hits something in the road and the Jeep shakes again.

“Sorry! Big rock!”

Liam quickly makes another shape, returning the smile to your face. The smell of fear is heavily outweighed by the sugary sweet smell of lovesickness. And while your hearts remain racing, no discomfort weighs on either of you. Scott studies for a moment longer, but relaxes at the absence of any claws. 

“You guys good?”

“We’re fine,” you reply, tone slightly cheery. 

“Okay, just making sure.” He tries to play it off like he hadn’t seen anything, but ironically, it seems the two of you haven’t seen him watching at all. 

“We’re here,” Stiles announces, slamming on the breaks. The car and all its occupants lurch forward, and Scott smiles this time, knowing why the two hearts in the backseat are going so quickly. Some of it is Stiles’ driving, but definitely not all.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

[thegoldencontracts]

Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

[blossom-hwa]

If I can make one more request could you do skz minho + continuation of Warning Song plz? I love both parts of that story! Thank you for the incredible stories you create

thanks for the request and your kind words, anon! I'm glad you're enjoying this mini series I've created, and I hope you like this part too!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is the third drabble in a sort of mini series it seems I've created through my drabble game - here is the first part, breathe your last, and the second part, warning song. reading them is not entirely necessary for understanding this story, but it may help with some of the references!)

REQUESTS CLOSED!!

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Title: When the Canary Stops Singing

Pairing: Minho x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 776

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing

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When fists begin pounding at your barricaded door, you know for certain it’s too late.

Minho has just finished wrenching the window frame out of the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the side of this abandoned house. It’s high, though, too high for either of you to reach on your own. He needed you to boost him up to reach it, so how will both of you make it out when one person has climbed over to the other side?

Easy answer. 

Only one of you is getting out. 

“Y/N.” Minho drops down from your shoulders, rubbing his hands. You can see at least one splinter already sticking out of his skin, and you wince. “Y/N, let’s go - I’ll get you up -”

“No,” you say calmly, taking a step back. “You’re going first.”

Minho’s eyes narrow. “Don't you even -”

“Don’t play heroics with me,” you snap, darting a glance at the door. It’s shaking on its hinges - the few pieces of old furniture you piled up by it aren’t going to do anything to keep it from falling. “You are the prince, Your Highness. You are the one in danger. I’m the one who’s meant to keep you alive, so don’t fucking argue with me and just get back up there now.”

“Stop it!” he snarls, grabbing your shoulder. He looks angry, so angry, and it takes you a moment to see the fear hiding behind those angry eyes. “You’ve kept me alive for this long, I’m going to need you out there, so if you don’t go out first -”

You laugh, startling both Minho and yourself. “Tch.” You shake your head, and despite the situation, you find yourself almost smiling. “Your Highness. Minho.” Brushing his hand off your shoulder, you fix him with a stare. “This is going to be the only time I compliment you, so listen carefully.” You lean forward, desperately ignoring the shouts behind the shaking door. “You are more than capable of saving yourself.”

Minho opens his mouth. Closes it. Starts shaking his head, no doubt to try and contradict you. 

“Listen to me, Your Highness.” You grasp his shoulder this time, forcing him to meet your eyes. “My family crest is a canary. We sing for you until we don’t. We protect you until we can’t. But a canary in a coal mine is not what gets the miner out.” Your grip tightens. “The miner must find his way out on his own.”

You let go of his shoulder. Minho stays rooted in place, gaze still trained on yours. “What about the canary?” he asks quietly. “Will it simply be left to die?”

Smirking, you shrug. “That depends on the bird,” you reply. “If it is smart enough, it may find a way to live.”

Minho swallows visibly. “Don’t be stupid,” he warns. You pretend you don’t hear the tremble in his voice. “Find a way.”

“I don’t plan not to,” you say as smoothly as possible, letting your smile widen. “I can only hope it is in the cards.” 

For a moment, you only stand there, Minho’s eyes rooting you in place. He opens his mouth to say something - 

But then closes it, shattering the spell. 

Clapping a hand to your chest, you bow deeply before him. “It has been an honor to protect you, my prince.” When you stand back up, you pray that your smirk hides the fact that your hands are trembling like no tomorrow. “And for the record, I no longer think you’re that much of a waste of space.”

The next few moments are a blur in your mind. Shoving Minho towards the wall, forcing him to step on your aching shoulders to reach the window. Watching him grasp the edge of the gaping hole, watching him pull himself out - 

Meeting his eyes one last time before he drops out of sight, just as the sound of cracking wood fills your ears. 

You whirl around, hand on your sword as the door crashes down before you, sending a cloud of dirt and dust into the air. Blinking the dirt away, you draw your sword as triumphant shouts sound and footsteps come forward.

One man steps to the front, a deadly smirk on his face. “Where is the prince?” he sneers, raising his own blade, a long, sharp, brutal thing that shines menacingly in the darkness. 

Swallowing hard, you set your jaw. “You’re too late,” you reply, drawing out every mocking word. Hefting your sword, you pin the man down with a stare. A long smirk draws itself across your lips.

“His Highness is no longer here.”

[prismaticpichu]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thank you so much @altocat for including me!!! Plz plz go drop your dinner and check out her blog! There is SO much effort and heart poured into everything she writes—stories or asks. They’re really gems!

Now, let’s see how these questions fare against my stunningly metaphysical intellect *plops laptop in water to see if it floats*

Three (Friend)Ships

Soooo I actually don’t dabble with romance *dives behind a couch.* It’s never been my jam. My jelly tho? That would be the interactions between characters and exploring how deep their bonds go! The words “best friend” send me to another world <3

1 ~ Zack Fair & Sephiroth (FF7) If you know me, even just the most microscopic tad, then you prolly know these two have organized the Louisiana Purchase on my heart. They are BEANS! I love them SO MUCH!!!! Adorable polarity aside, I’m just absolutely infatuated with the story these two share. I will always imagine their mutual tie to Angeal being what draws them together, able to empathize with each other’s grief in a way nobody else can. They need each other: Zack needs someone to look after him, protecting his enthusiasm, and Seph needs someone to mend his trust… and make him smile <3 <3 They become inseparable, all that bitterness Banora and Modeoheim stirred faded into nothingness. Come Nibelheim, and those books and mumsy have nothing on these two. Sephiroth already has too much to cherish to throw it all away <3 Poor mumsy. Can’t brainwash someone who’s gotta pupper who loves him more than you :3c

2 ~ Hiccup & Toothless (HTTYD) There is NO animal-human friendship that beats this one. Nope, nope! Sorry! Vetoing that thought (pssst your opinions are wonderful and valid). I think what makes these two SO powerful to me is that Toothless is never treated as a pet; he is Hiccup’s bestest friend and they are equals. They love each other to death and would do anything to protect the other <3 Seeing their bond evolve and the parallels unfolding between them is magical. I don’t think there will ever be a scene that tops Hiccup and Toothless walking towards the door, Toothless with his prosthetic tail and Hiccup mirroring that with his leg. It is godly <3 (I’m also always using these two as springboards for my writing. Small details like Zack always referring to Seph as “bud” are plucked right from here!)

3 ~ Mikey & Leatherhead (TMNT) Their friendship begins with Mikey spoon-feeding soup to the adorable, scaly bean, who’s plopped right on his bottom. The frequency of the SQUEAL I made. This is just one of the healthiest, most wholesome friendships to ever exist and I will love them forever!!! Mikey has unwavering trust in him from the moment they meet, helps him gain control of his rage, and offers his teddy bear for emotional support <3 Nothing but not judging a book by its cover and earning a true blue buddy as a result.

First (friend)ship: Hmmm… ig any two smash bros characters I visualized having a movie night lmao! l got my hands on a controller when I was 4. The first character dynamic I fell in love with tho was prolly Ash & Pikachu!

Last song: Hailee Steinfeld/DNCE, Rock Bottom

Last movie: Malignant & Ferdinand (watched back to back for some genius reason. The shift in tone was like being slapped with a trout)

Currently reading: The Catcher in the Rye

Currently watching: Inside Job (I’m verrry slow and hardy watch anything shdhdh. I suck)

Currently consuming: Nada! Already brushed my teeth and that’s my personal moral

Currently craving: Anything because I brushed my teeth and I’m hungry. Maybe like a mozzarella stick or something

Passing along to @zimithrus1 @polaris-talks-fandom @aerislei! I knowwww that’s not 9- I passed kindergarten by a hair- but most of my mutuals have already done this lmao! For those who did fall into my lasso, no pressure at all, and plz only hop in if you’re comfortable! I know how annoying tags can be if you’re not into them.

Plz tho, if you see this and want to join in, you are welcomed to with open arms! Share your wonderful, weird and beautiful tastes with the world!

[storytimewithnova]

Military husband angst/hurt comfort

It was never easy for suna don’t get me wrong he’s happily married and has a lovely daughter but married life for him isn’t as easy as you expect it to be. how is being married to a wife who was always away.I do not just simply mean like on business trips and then she will be back again No she is away somewhere, where well that info is classified why because she’s in the military first Lieutenant delta squad

So you can see why suna is always on edge and why married life isn’t easy for him he is always wondering when he will receive that one call he never wants to hear and it was that said call he was going to receive what scares him most was how he was going to tell his little girl

Like seriously how do you tell a 4 year old when she asks when mommy is coming home sorry sweetie mommy won’t come back what do you tell her she’s gone to grandma to play with the angels how do you expect a four-year-old to understand their mommy is dead she was K.I.A (Killed in action)

You can’t because that is something you can’t expect a four year old to understand but this is it the moment he had been dreading where he is going to have that talk and he is not even remotely prepared for it how does he know he is getting a call something in him told him his sunshine is no longer shining and as if on cue the phone rang And suna picked up 

Manor Kells 📞Hello is this Mr Suna 

Suna:📞it is

Major Kells:📞i am major shino kells of your wifes regiment calling to tell you Suna Shoya was K.I.A  we are very sorry sir 

Suna:📞Somehow I had a feeling I was gonna get this call today now i have to figure  out how to tell our four year old mommy ain’t coming home

Major Kells:📞again very sorry sir would you like our family Grief counsellor to come and help you tell your little girl it might be a weight off your mind as well and they can stay with you as long as you need them 

Suna:📞it more shiloh i am worried about how someone so young is going to handle this it’s her first death and it’s her mommy 

Major Kells:📞 then we will send that grief counsellor around as soon as possible have a good day sir and our condolences once again

They sent the grief cousellor to the suna residence

Knocks

Suna opens the door

 helena:Mr suna i am the Greif Counsellor my name is Helena

Suna:Hello coming please 

Shiloh:Daddy whose this?

Suna:She worked with mommy princess

Shiloh:🤩really where is mommy?

Helena:Oh sweetie mommy is with some angels now she got badly hurt and we are sorry we couldn’t help her anymore than we did the Injuries were too severe

Shiloh:Mommy is with Ganny?

Suna:Yes sweetie and she can give granny a big hug from you

Sho’s spirt:But i am always with you my little Shi ♥️

Shiloh: But she is safe with ganny no more going to bad places?

Helena:Thats right hun

Shiloh:But mommy promised she will always be with me 

Suna:And she is princess in here 

Suna points to shiloh’s heart 

Helena:And i will stick around as long as you need me tell you stories of how brave you mommy was she is consider hero you know

Shiloh:🥺🤩mommy is a hero plz tell me bout mommy 

Helena:Sure sweetie do you want to sit on my lap

Shiloh:Yay

Suna:Thanks for this Helena 

Helena:Its my job Mr suna what about yourself how are you coping 

Suna:I have shi she keeps me going she is the only thing i have left of Sho now 

Helena:Fair enough right young lady you want that story of mommy 

Shiloh:Yay 

Sho:Thanks Helena you’re a real friend please keep my Little Shi smiling 

Helena:So you want to know how your mommy is a hero right 

Shiloh:Uh-uh

Helena:Well then ite because she called someone away from a landmine Field

Shiloh:Whats that?

Suna:They’re explosives honey

Shiloh:And mommy save someone

Helena:Yep she was only 18 youngest member of her sqaud the poor girl stepped on the mine lucky for us your mommy Knew how to diffuse it without the whole Lot of the land mines exploding all at the same time and she suggested finding a different route 

Suna:That sounds like my sho 

Spirit of sho:Couldn’t let youngest member of my squad die she was a daughter sister teen mom sorry honey if i seemed selfish

Shiloh:Mom is awesome

Helena:She was hunny and I have a feeling you’re gonna be just like her

Helena says as she boops Shiloh’s nose 

Shiloh:Daddy i’m hungy 

Suna:Sweetie you just ate

Shiloh:I’m hungy

Helena:To be fair to her mr Suna it is getting near lunch Should I prepare something for us.

Suna:Sure 

Shiloh:Miss helena do you have more stories of mommy

Helena:Sure do honey but lets eat first

Shiloh:Otay

Suna:Its Okay sweetie mom would be correcting you

Shiloh:My bad

Suna:Its I’m bad sweetie

Shiloh:🤷🏼‍♀️

Helena:You have got your mommy’s sas

Suna:Tell me bout Actually don’t

They finished eating their lunch

Shiloh:Can you tell another story now Miss Helena

Helena:I don’t see why not would you like to know a story of your mommy helping to heal an injured horse

Suna:Sounds like her

Helena:Not only was your mommy a good soldier she did veterinary because we needed a vet and your mom volunteered

Shiloh:🤩

Helena:I take that as a yes

Shiloh nods

Helena:Okay well while everyone was fighting the bad guys your mommy came a crossed a horse that the bad guys injured now the trap was set by the bad guys and it was  Set up to hurt one of your mommy’s squad but the horse got it, it broke its leg so when your mommy freed it she make sure her squad was busy distracting the bad guys and brought the horse over to our side to heal it and make it better

Shiloh:Poor horsie it's otay right?

Helena:Yes she is fine in doing what she did we would of never found out the horse was expecting a baby 

Shiloh:Awww a pony

Helena:Yes shi so in doing what she did she saved mom and foal

Shiloh:Mommy really is a hero

Suna:Yes sweetie to humans and animals 

Shiloh:And me 

Helena:Right miss nap time me and your daddy need to talk

Shiloh:Aww i want more stories 

Helena:Maybe later nap

Shiloh:Otay

Suna put shiloh to bed

Suna:Thanks for that she Seems more accepting of the news than me but I think it’s because of the stories you’re telling her

Helena:They are all true Mr Suna 

Spirt of sho:This is why your the number one grief counsellor

Helena:But i must say Mr Suna you really need to maybe book time with me don’t get me wrong I love spending time with Shiloh but I’ve seen the way you are coping with the death of sho I must admit I do not like your coping methods they are not healthy

Suna:I figured as long as I don’t do around my daughter like a good parent I can get away with it and it mellows me out

Helena:Mr Suna you in the first stage of grief or you are at least coming up to the first stage of grief Which is denial

Suna:Yeah I will admit I want to deny the fact my wife is dead there have been times i would get because i wanted to see her I wanted to head her voice and at the moment I want to say all this is a horrible dream and she’s right next to me in bed and we are cuddling our daughter

Helena:Go through the stages of grief that is a natural process it’s the way you’re going about it that is what is unhealthy I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to call you out on getting high just so you can see and hear sho

Spirit of sho:But i am right here i can hear you my love and i must say i agree with Helena

Suna:But like i said its not me i am worried about its shiloh

Helena:You said it yourself she is coping better than you but please don’t bottle up your emotions 

Shiloh:Mommy mommy the monster coming monster coming 

Suna:Honey honey there is no monster 

Shiloh:You promise 

Suna:Promise punkin

Shiloh:Can miss helena tell another story

Helena:Sure sweetie so oh here’s a cute one story your mommy delievered a baby of one of her sqaud members 

Suna:wait she did?

Suna asked as he sat down actually wanting to list to this story 

Helena:Yes she did and she delieved a beautiful baby boy in the middle of a battle feild

Suna:🥲🥺❤️

Shiloh:Daddy you crying

Suna:No i’m okay 

Helena:You can cry Mr suna

Suna:Not infront of my daughter

Shiloh hugged her dad and said 

Shiloh:Its okay daddy you can cry mommy would want you to please daddy i can see you are hurting 

Suna:Princess when did you become so smart

She had Always been smart while helena watched them waiting to continue the story Shiloh carried on hugging her dad and he just let his tears flow 

Spirit of sho:Thats my girl you did well my little sunflower take care of daddy for me

Shiloh: Always mommy 

Spirit of sho:👋🏻😇

Shiloh:Bye mommy

Suna:Princess?!

Shiloh:Just talking to mommy she wanted me to look after you 

Suna:Sounds like your mother

Time skip and helena is now gone 

Suna is dating again and shiloh actually likes him but they made sure to not forget about shoya

Osamu:Pincess time for school

Shiloh:Okay dad

Suna:Are you driving Shi today Samu 

Osamu:Yes love 

Suna:Thanks 

Shiloh:Dad daddy can we go to mommy’s grave after school

Osamu:Of course sweetheart

Suna:Sure sweetie 

Osamu:Love you need to finish you Grief Couselling 

Suna:I know love i will 

Shiloh:Please daddy dad is  right you need to see miss helena then...oh shoot dad we need to go i will be late 

Osamu:Okay lets go princess

They both kissed Rin and ran to the car

Sorry another time skip rin finished his Greif counselling Shilioh is on a date with her boyfriend much to her dad’s disapproval #overprotectiveperents and they as in her and her dads went to her moms grave checking in say how much they miss her and rin saying he still loved her then went home and carried on their day with Shiloh asking for help on her project 

Osamu:I’ll help you princess

 Shiloh: Thanks dad 

Osamu:Oh course sweetie

Rin watched his family lovingly

Shiloh:Daddy can i ask a question 

Suna:Sure sweetie 

Shiloh:Can i have a baby brother

Suna spat out his drink

Suna:I mean what do you think love 

Osamu:I don’t see why not 

They went to an ophenage and shiloh ran straight to a little boy

Shiloh:Hey whats you name?

Shoyo:my name Shoyo

Shiloh:Would you like a big sister Sho

Shoyo:🤩

Shiloh:Come on then i am now your big sister

Shoyo:Okay Nee san

Shiloh:Dad daddy i found my brother 

Shi came out with a boy

Suna:Hey what’s your name

Shoyo:Shoyo am i going home with you and Nee san

Osamu:If you want to bud 

Shoyo:🥺please.

Suna:Then sunshine yes shi come here

Shiloh:Yes daddy?!

Suna:Did you pick him because he looked like mommy 

Shiloh:Busted

Suna:Shi you sly little  fox

Shiloh:😝

Shoyo went home with His new family and now suna somehow felt like his family was complete and he found his missing peice and the peice was miss maybe his wife but he got a mini version of her in shoyo

end

[itzbwmbi]

ﾉ featuring: f! reader x dom! childe.

ﾉ a/n: here's a thirst about our sweet childe. <3333 i love him sm i needed to make this asap. plz send reqs and thirsts. 👀

ﾉ warnings: f! reader, all is consent, unprotected/rough sex, creampie, praising, cervix fucking, mating press, mention of multiple rounds, reader's almost passing out oops!, overstimulation, not proofread sry babes im sleepy.

Childe could cum only by hearing you say you love him. Yeah just that.

Childe's soft, big hands are gropping your whole body desperately, letting them finally rest on your waist. His fierce thrusts make a great contrast to his sweet voice, which softly whispers in your ear that everything's gonna be alright, that you can take this and more because you've always been his pretty good girl. But his stamina is insatiable, and it's been hours since the first time he came inside you. His body is sweaty, and his tiredness doesn't make him stop. On the contrary, listening to your incoherent babble reenergizes him quite effectively.

When an "I love you, Ajax" escapes your lips between all the moans you're letting out, Childe can't help but rut into you even faster, lowering his hands to your thighs to stick them to your chest, reaching now even deeper spots than before. Each thrust makes the tip of his hard cock hit your cervix, making you shake and tremble under his figure. Tears and saliva rolling down to your chin, you're almost passing out. Your senses are clouded by pleasure and pain, overstimulation taking all your strength away.

Those words wander through Childe's mind making him completely lose his sanity. His hips bumps against yours one last time, releasing his warm seed with a long, loud angelic moan, finally collapsing next to you, heavy pants crashing against your wet lips, so close he could kiss you. But he needs to make sure first.

“Please tell me you meant it... Repeat it to me again, baby.”

[endofthelinegang]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ dad!druig x mom!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ your daughter does something unexpected but the answer is not any better (2.5k words)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ violence, cursing, sad

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the only idea my brain could think of send in requests plz.

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Druig was not a heavy sleeper by any means, he was always half asleep. Sometimes he would be tired enough to be dead asleep but that was very rare. Nonetheless he went to bed when you did and stayed in bed all night. If one of your children had an issue he was the one to get up and resolve the solution before they could even wake you up. Every so often you’d wake up randomly and roll over to face either your son or daughter asleep in his arms. Their hand brushing you in a deep sleep curled up into their father. But on this particular night the two of you had your bed all to yourself. You were the one curled into chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His hand lightly held one of yours whilst your other arm was extended out toward the edge of the bed. The cool air in the room engulfed the two of you, encouraging you two to stay close. The shared blanket draped over both of you was covering you more ever so slightly, the pitch blackness of the room was interrupted by the moonlight peeking from the sides of the curtains. The both of you were sound asleep not hearing the almost silent steps of your young daughter moving around the house late at night. Of course the two of you thought it was important to know what they were doing at all hours of the day, but you expected them both to be asleep. That was until Druig stirred a bit behind you peaking his eyes open to see her standing next to your body.

“Hey E, what’s wrong.” Druig sat up and stroked the side of your face gently as he whispered to your daughter.

She did not respond to him at all and instead just stared at him with her head tilted to the left. In the dark he could see that her eyes were open and that she most likely wasn’t sleep walking.

“Echo? Hey?” He leaned in towards her to see what was really going on, still not wanting to disturb you. The faint shadow of her wide eyed and something was tightly balancing in her left hand.

She continued to stare at her father with a blank expression on her face, heightening the object in her hand. Before he could fully recognize what was happening she took the object and stabbed you in the middle of your arm. You screamed out and Druig jumped up to turn the lamp on. A small kitchen knife used to cut vegetables and fruit was now halfway pressed into your arm. Blood was beginning to spill all over the white sheets of the bed and onto the blanket that now completely covered you.

“What the hell?” You backed up against the headboard as you continued to look down at the innocent knife turned into a weapon sticking out of your arm.

Druig was out of bed and ran around to grab his daughter by the arms and look her in the eyes, knowing she would not have done that in her right mind. That’s when he saw that her eyes shone a bright white, as if her pupils had completely disappeared. She was not making any eye contact with him as she still looked at you blankly.

“Honey, look at me.” Druig took one hand off her arm and placed it gently on her chin forcing her to look at him instead of at her scared mother bleeding on the bed.

Druig looked back at you and released his daughter coming back to you. Getting on the bed he carefully took the arm that was bleeding and began cleaning up the blood with the blanket. When he realized there was no way to help you other than get you help he put your face in his hands quickly wiping away tears.

“Shit Nikos.” Your brain flashed the idea that his room was closer to hers than the two of you. Jumping out of bed the pain in your arm was automatically less important than the safety of your youngest child.

“You’re bleeding love, you cannot be running around. Go get him and sit in the living room. You have to go to the hospital.” Druig examined the injury as he turned sideways on the bed looking over at E.. He kissed your head and moved his hands over your shoulders before going back over to Echo who was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the wall blankly.

“Listen to me. I love you. Your mother loves you. You are a wonderful, smart little girl. You love to read, run around outside, swim, talk with your mother, play cards, teach your brother all sorts of skills, and when we all get into competition you are always on my team. This is not you, none of this is you. I can’t get in your mind, no one's abilities work towards one another because we’re blood. All I can do is talk you down. You know my voice. You know me.” Slowly her eyes faded in and out fighting between the white and the normal color. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion at Druig who was moving his hands up and down her arms in a gentle but tight manner.

“Why am I here?” She looked around the room noticing that it was not her own. She also noticed her mother missing from the bed.

“Everythings gonna be alright but we gotta go.” He squeezed his hands around her small biceps before leading the way out of the room. You sat with your son asleep on your lap in a dining room chair. Your head was tipped backwards taking deep breaths as you tried to not look at your arm.

Your daughter stood back in horror at the sight of your arm leaking blood from the middle of your forearm all the way down your fingertips and onto the floor. Druig had no time to comfort her as he saw you pale slightly. Removing Nikos from your lap carefully he ran out with him to the car putting him in his seat and locking him in. Thankfully he slept through everything. Running back into the house his attention came to you.

“Cmon love, you awake? Let me see your eyes.” He tilted your head so that you would be looking at him, shaking you a bit. When you fully opened your eyes he was facing you in a panicked state.

“I’m - awake.” Spacing out your words with breathing you weren’t on the verge of dying or bleeding out. But the pain was searing and you were losing some blood.He nodded at you and picked you up bridal style carrying you out the door. As he was getting you situated in the car the door behind him opened and closed. He didn’t have time to comfort her or make sure she wasn’t going into it again.

“So how did this happen?” The nurse who removed the knife and began to clean the area asked the two of you. Before Druig could even speak you did,

“It was an accident, I was half asleep and was trying to cut up fruit.” There was no way you were about to admit anything at that moment. They wouldn’t understand anyway, right now the best thing you could do was act like a normal family. You didn’t want them to make either of your children into a science experiment.

“Ah well once the stitches are done you are free to leave and get some sleep.” She gave you a soft smile as she began to stitch your arm wrapping it up to protect the wound.

The car ride home was dead silent. Druig kept one hand on the wheel whilst holding your other. The only sound to be heard was the gentle breathing of your son who had slept through the entire ordeal. Neither of you wanted to tell Echo that she had done this. That she was not okay or else she wouldn’t sleep. In Druig’s mind he saw how easy it was to talk her down this time but he worried for the next knowing this wasn’t going to go away. You were not entirely sure what had happened but knew better than to bring it up right in front of her. Once you were home Druig told you to go get back in bed and that he would take care of putting them to bed but you stopped him.

“I don’t want him to sleep alone tonight. I love her so much. But he won’t know any better if she comes in there and does something like this.” You got out of the car with him and whispered to him staying close.

“What do we tell her then?” He didn’t disagree with what you said but you could tell by the tone in his voice that he wasn’t a big fan of the idea.

“Just tell her he woke up in a little stir when I put him to bed so to avoid any more troubles for the night I took him to bed with us.” You pleaded with your eyes, your hands shaking the longer you knew the two of them were in the backseat of the car together.

Letting out a sigh he nodded his head. He understood where you were coming from but hated making her feel bad about something she couldn’t control. Leaning down he kissed your lips before moving to her side of the car. The moment E was out you rushed over to the other side of the car carrying him inside. Pressing him protectively against your chest you walked right past her room and his carrying him into your bed.

“Did something happen to him?” E questioned as Druig tucked her into bed and moved hair out of her face.

“I-Well your mother thinks that he's upset because he woke up when she got him out of bed and he was bleeding.” Druig felt bad lying to her, but telling her the truth would be worse.

“Why was she cutting fruit this late at night?” Before he could wish her a goodnight and kiss her head like he usually did she had to ask the one question he didn’t wanna answer.

“That was a lie. She-she wasn’t cutting fruit. She was asleep in bed.” His head hung low as he spoke quietly towards her.

“Then what happened?” She sat up to look at him further.

“You were out of it and ended up hurting her. But you didn’t mean to and I know you most likely don’t remember it. You’ve just got a problem and it’s not your fault at all.” He moved himself closer to her as he saw her features become afraid.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered as she curled up into him and began to cry. “What’s wrong with me?”

“It’s not your fault, and it’s hard to explain.” He wrapped his arms around her as she held onto his sobbing.

“Can I say sorry? Will she talk to me?” She moved from her position to look into her fathers eyes. He could tell that she felt more than awful about it.

“Okay let me go see if she’s asleep first.” He moved so that she could sit down in bed before kissing her forehead and walking down the hallway to see you.

You were sitting up holding your son as he slept, running your fingers through his soft dark hair. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep. Your husband closed the door behind him before sitting on the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Druig puts a hand on your leg moving it up and down.

“I’m fine. Did she go to bed for you?” You didn’t look up from your sons sleeping figure but could feel Druig staring at you.

“She has Mahd W’yry. I don’t know why she did that when she was asleep. I don’t know why this is happening. But I have seen those eyes before and I have seen people do things they would never do. It wasn’t sleep walking. It was nothing like that. We can’t treat her like there's something wrong with her. We just have to take care of her and find ways to help her when it happens. Like put a baby monitor in her room or some type of sensor so we know when she gets up that way this won’t happen. She wants to come in and apologize to you, I told her the truth of what happened.” He spilled out everything he had to say in a hushed voice as he didn’t want to wake the sleeping boy in your arms.

“I- I didn’t even think of that when it happened. Oh my god is she okay? I think your idea would work. I’ll go get one tomorrow. Yes she can come in here.We should probably lock some stuff up at night just in case we don’t catch the sound of the alarm in time.” You answered him trying to process everything he had just said to you. Though you were both eternal you had never dealt with anyone with that issue. You had only ever heard of it in passing. Feeling horrible for how you had felt earlier about what she’d done you gave her a smile as she slowly walked in the door.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that to you.” She looked down at the floor standing in front of the door, not daring to move closer.

“Come here.” You put an arm that was around your son out to call her forward. Druig put a hand on her back and encouraged her to walk forward. She took your hand shakily as you spoke,

“It’s not your fault okay? It’s alright.” You released her hand and patted the bed signaling for her to get up on the bed with you. Druig followed behind her shutting the door completely and getting in on his side of the bed. Pulling you gently back to lay against his chest and to make room for everyone on the bed. She laid down in between the two of you as you settled your son next to her. The two of them eventually drifted into sleep whilst you and Druig were awake facing each other.

“Thank you for taking care of everyone tonight.” You whispered, reaching your arm over your children and stroking his cheek.

“That’s part of the job title.” He winked and put his hand over yours on his cheek.

“I know but you did a lot tonight and I am grateful for it.” You giggled and smiled at his wink.

“It’s all for you, always has been my love. I told you I would protect and love you for the rest of eternity. I meant that. I love you.“ He moved the palm of your hand off his face and kissed it sweetly.

“I love you too.” You locked hands with him and took yours in his.

“We’ve got this.” You nodded at him knowing that he was right. You had faced the world together for years and had always been able to change with whatever happened. This was just another one of those things that you needed to change with. No matter what you would have him...

[baroquebucky]

in which bucky is protective over his favorite girl

warnings: violence

masterlist

a/n: hi guys !! i hope you gets enjoy this one shot it’s just angst and fluff <3 (written at 3 am plz forgive any typos) ,, send in some requests !!

Bucky was protective of all the things he loved and cared about.

Growing up he was protective of Steve, beating up anyone who bullied the skinny boy, kicking people out of alleys and checking up on his friend.

Then he was protective of his own memories and thoughts, scared of losing them once more and being turned into someone he wasn’t.

He was protective of Sam after he got over his initial annoyance, sending death glares and making snappy comments to anyone who down talked his partner.

Then he met you. You who were sweet and caring, who loved him for who he was and who was the most amazing person he’d ever known. Bucky was very protective of you.

He knew what and who was out there in the world, he knew the lengths people would go to if they ever wanted to hurt him, of course he was protective of you.

Bucky was staying at the compound for a couple nights working on a case with Sam, researching some organization popping up similar to HYDRA. Buckys stomach was in knots, they knew about him, about the winter soldier, could they know about you? what if they tried to hurt you?

He quickly pushed the feelings away, you would be okay, you always were right?

He couldn’t sleep, he had a bad feeling, he needed to be with you. It was nearly 2 am, he didn’t want to bother you.

hi doll can i come over ? cant sleep at the compound :/

You replied quickly, missing your boyfriend despite seeing him only a couple days ago.

of course lover boy

Bucky quickly grabbed some clothes, changing and packing a bag with extra clothes, throwing in a pistol and some knives just in case.

when Bucky arrived he quickly unlocked your door with the key you had given him, locking the door once he had let himself in and headed to your room, seeing you sat up, waiting for him, your eyes bleary.

“sorry for keeping you up doll” he whispered, setting his bag down next to the bed, slipping his shirt and sweats off, slipping under the covers with you, pulling you to his chest softly.

“it’s okay, couldn’t sleep that well anyway, keep hearing noises” you mumbled, body relaxing as you the cold feeling of Buckys metal arm draped around your waist.

“I’m here doll don’t worry” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, focusing on his surroundings, making sure you were safe.

You fell asleep quickly in his arms, breathing steady. Bucky listened to your heartbeat, eyes closing slowly and he let himself fall asleep, holding you a little tighter as he slept.

It was 4:27 am when he heart the jangle of the door being unlocked. Bucky had never shot up faster, slipping out of bed and quickly putting the clothes he had taken off earlier.

“y/n, doll get up now” he spoke quickly, shaking you gently until you woke up.

“hm? what happened?” You slurred, eyes still closed.

“someone’s trying to get in” he spoke softly and your eyes widened, heart racing as you moved quickly, waking up quickly.

“should i hide? what do i do? what if they hurt me? if they kidnap me? am i gonna-” your spoke quickly, panicking.

“doll i would never let anything happen to you. Stay behind me” bucky spoke sternly, his pistol in one hand, handing you a knife.

“Hold this” he spoke, one arm extended behind him, making sure you were safe behind him, the other holding the pistol as the door opened, five men walking into your apartment, armed.

He turned to you, motioning you to stay quiet and to hide in the corner, you quickly followed his directions, holding the knife tightly as you saw Bucky put away his pistol, walking to the living room.

“Breaking and entering is a crime you know” he remarked, the five men turning to look at him, three of them aiming their weapons at him.

“You’re coming with us” one of them spoke and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“No actually I’m not” he snickered, grabbing one mans gun and breaking his nose with the butt, throwing him into two of the other men.

The other two scrambled to shoot at him, he raised his metal arm, blocking the shots and knocking them out with a swift punch, kicking one of them in the chest as they approached him with a pocket knife.

You peeked around the corner, seeing Bucky taking on the five men, fighting them off but struggling at they bombarded him.

You panicked, hiding in the corner again, heart racing as you tried to figure out what to do.

You grabbed the vase to your right, moving quickly and throwing it, causing it to shatter.

The men turned around, Bucky grabbed one of their knives, slicing the back of his thigh, causing the man to fall, shouting in pain.

He kicked one man in the back, sending him out into the hallway, hitting his head on the wall which knocked him out.

There were three men now, two of them constantly ambushing Bucky, letting the third one go to where you threw the vase, your heart rate spiked as you heard the footsteps grow louder, your grip on the knife was tighter, hiding it behind your back.

The man entered the room, his eyes settling in you immediately. He smirked at he approached you, going to grab your arm you shrieked and sliced his arm, running away from the man, but he was quick.

He grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you to him, causing you to hit his chest with a ‘hmph’

You raised the knife to stab him but he was much stronger, easily grabbing your wrist, squeezing you hand causing you to drop the knife, the pressure making you wince.

“Dont fucking touch her!” Bucky growled, something in him snapping as he the man held your wrist tightly, elbowing you in the face as you tried to get free.

His metal arm whirred, and just like that he punched the man on his right, the vibranium causing his nose to break, he fell to the floor quickly. Bucky ducked, avoiding the second mans punch, grabbing a knife from the floor, flipping it and throwing it into the mans abdomen, making him stumble over in pain.

He made quick strides, eyes dark and jaw clenched, his breathing was ragged and he grabbed his forearm with his metal arm, throwing him against the wall easily.

You stumbled out of his grasp and ran to the other side of the room, breathing heavy and hands shaking, eyes wide as Bucky moved his metal hand to the mans throat, holding him up as he chocked him.

“Don’t ever get near her again” he threatened, voice low and raspy. He let go of the man, coughing as gasping for air, Bucky held him to the wall, pinning his throat once again with the forearm of his metal arm.

“Doll go call Sam and tell him to get here now” he spoke, turning to look at you and you nodded quickly, fumbling for your phone and calling Sam.

“you’ve gone soft soldat” the man spoke and Bucky put more pressure on the mans throat, cutting off his hair supply,

“You touched my girl, the only reason you haven’t joined your buddies as a corpse is because we need information” he growled, releasing some pressure to let the man breathe again.

Sam arrived quickly, getting the man for interrogation and bringing some more backup to help with the scene.

“I talked with stark, he said to head back to the compound with y/n, they’re gonna figure it out for tonight” Sam whispered to bucky.

“take care of her she looks shaken up” Sam frowned. You were sat outside on the bench outside your apartment complex, hot tears streaming down your face as you pictured the events. You could’ve died.

You almost had to kill someone.

Bucky killed someone. He killed five people like it was light work.

You remembered the dark look in the mans eyes, like he was planning to hurt you.

“doll?” Bucky spoke and you jumped, flinching at his words. You relaxed as soon as you saw your boyfriend, shrinking back into yourself.

“lets go to the compound okay?” he whispered and you nodded, moving quickly and looking over your shoulder.

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly the whole ride back, sticking to him closely, not wanting to be alone. The sun was rising already you were beyond exhausted.

“go shower I’ll wait for you here okay? If you need anything just call my name okay doll?” Bucky spoke softly, kissing your forehead. You nodded as he handed your some of his clothes you could change into.

You showered quickly, wanting to be back in Buckys arms where you knew you were safe.

As you finished changing bucky, handed you a plate of food, telling you to eat something while he showered, you nodded with a smile, not trusting your voice.

He tried showering quickly, knowing how scared you must be. You were putting on a brave face, for him. His heart broke, upset you had to see all that. He was furious at the fact that they, whoever the fuck they were put you in danger. He would make sure they all paid for it.

Bucky changed quickly, heading out only to find you wiping your tears quickly, attempting to quiet your sniffles, your food was untouched.

“baby?” He approached you quietly and you turned away from him.

“m sorry i tried to be strong” you spoke shakily, Bucky frowned, pulling you into his chest as you cried.

“let it out sweetheart it’s okay” he whispered, rubbing your back as you choked out quiet sobs.

“i- he was gonna kill me” you spoke between sobs, holding onto your boyfriend tightly, “i thought i could be strong for you but i couldn’t” you cried and he held your tightly.

He was quiet until your cries died down, only soft sniffles. He handed your some tissues and you thanked him, blowing your nose.

Bucky picked you up, carrying you to bed and holding you closely.

“You don’t have to be strong for me sweets, I’m here for you. I’m going to be here all the time and I’m not leaving anytime soon.” He reassured you, your head resting on his chest.

“you protected me” you mumbled, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

“I’ll always protect you” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you” he stated, your heart thumped in your ears, relaxing a little more at his words.

“I love you” you whispered, looking at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too doll face” he smiled, kissing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“can’t believe you actually took on five guys” you yawned, Bucky furrowed his brows.

“what?” He asked, confused.

“i don’t know, thought you were gonna lose” you mumbled, playing with his fingers.

“doll, you realize I’m a trained assassin? A super soldier? I have a whole metal arm” he stated, almost offended that you thought he would lose.

“Well yeah, but you also cry watching the fox and the hound and are the softest person i know” you replied, furrowing your brows. “I’ve never seen you fight so i wouldn’t know” you shrugged your shoulders.

“i wanted to keep you out of that part of my life, didn’t want you to think any different of me” he shifted, stomach twisting as your stayed quiet.

“i dont” you replied after a few moments, bucky let out a shaky breath. “but” you began, his stomach fell.

“it was kinda hot now that i think about it” you smirked and Buckys mouth fell open.

“wh- y/n!” He smiled at you in surprise and you giggled, looking at him with a small smile.

“i have to find one positive in this okay!” You pouted and he let out a soft chuckle.

“i think you should get the rest sweets” he smiled and you nodded, both of you shifting to get more comfortable, the birds singing outside but you both ignored it.

“y know you could always choke me with the metal arm if you want” you teased and Buckys face flushed red, heart racing.

“y/n!” he scolded you as you smirked, loving to see him flustered.

“gnight lover boy” you giggled and rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head.

“goodnight doll” he replied, holding you close, protecting you from the world. Nothing was gonna hurt you as long as Bucky was with you.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Random PSA shill for the subscriptions in cybird games, friends. At least the ones in Ikepri and Ikegen, since they operate the exact same (god plz why can't we have these in ikevamp or Ikesen etc)

Just in case anyone doesn't know what these are - for $4.99 USD (or ¥480/$3.99 USD on the JP versions as it works out for me) charged every 30 days, you get the following over the course of every 10 days when you log in:

Coins/Gold - 5k (1k x 5)

Story ticket - 1

Gacha token - 1

Stamina item (+100) - 1

Intimacy points item (+500) - 1

Story points item (+1/+1) - 1

Doesn't look super exciting on the surface there, I know. But stick with me... because if you KEEP the sub, things change.

On every repeat of the 10 day cycle, it bumps up through 6 stages. So starting on day 51, when you've reached Stage 6 and have plateaued there, you're getting this every 10 days:

Coins: 60k (12k x 5)

Story tickets: 3

Gacha tokens: 3

Stamina items (+100): 3

Intimacy Point items (+500): 3

Story point items (+1/+1): 3

Which means that by the time you reach your third sub payment of $4.99, that gets you this every single month:

Coins: 180k

Story tickets: 9

Gacha tokens: 9

Stamina items (+100): 9

Intimacy Point items (+500): 9

Story point items (+1/+1): 9

On top of all this, there are additional continuing sub bonuses as long as the subscription stays active.

1st month: Gacha token x 5

2nd month: 4* gacha token

3rd month: 5* gacha token

And that three month bonus cycle repeats as well. So let's just, for numbers sake, break this down over a whole year. I've had my subs for a long time, so I'm past the ramping up stage, and let's see what I get for my money now in my English Ikepri (I'll use the English since it's more expensive)

Annual Cost: $4.99 x 12 = $59.88 (for JP this comes out to $47.88)

Coins/Gold - 2,160,000

Story tickets - 108

Standard Gacha tokens - 128

4* Standard Gacha tokens - 4

5* Standard Gacha tokens - 4

Stamina items (+100) - 108

Intimacy Point items (+500) - 108

Story point items (+1/+1) - 108

The ONLY gripe I have with this is that the gacha tokens in Ikepri are only good in the standard gacha. In Ikegen there is only one type of basic gacha token, just like Ikevamp etc, so the value is even more impressive (lthough the 4* and 5* monthly bonus tokens are only standard gacha). However, given the importance of having high value cards for each prince in the upcoming Ikepri birthday systems, that still isn't something to entirely turn your nose up at.

Also, that said, the value of the unexpiring story tickets (even if you paid $60 for JUST the 108 story tickets OR stamina, that's insane, only $0.55 an item) and the unexpiring stamina items alone makes this more than worthwhile to me...not to mention the nice cushion of story point items and intimacy if I want to just brute force my way through new routes. And if you prefer to play as free-to-play as possible, that pot of gold you'll build up helps with the shitty friend system in Ikepri and with buying you those extra hearts during kiss/collection events. You can also throw gold at the gold gacha and sometimes net yourself a sweet bit of stamina or diamonds or a story ticket, so there's some value in it there too.

TL;DR - if you can swing the cost of a decent latte once a month, it's more than worth setting up and keeping the sub. Net yourself some cheap swag, and send cybird a bit of love for the work they do.

[just-my-fandom]

Heartache (Shouta Aizawa x Pro-Hero! Reader)

A/N: Ooo-kay, finally back from my month long, needed break from writing. I’m kinda attached to MHA at the moment, so that is what I am taking requests for.

Summary; The two times where two of UAs teachers nearly lose their lives to protect their students, mindful of the child they have at home.

Request; Can we have some pro hero love where reader (pro hero) and Mr. Aizawa have a daughter and Thirteen who is readers best friend is said daughters god mom while Present Mic is the god dad plz

Akari- Japanese name meaning “Light”. Readers quirk is the ability to send large waves of energy a selective distance, and shield herself with said energy.

Two months prior- U.A.

“Alright, everyone,”

Shouta Aizawa seemed well too calm this early morning. Too calm despite the fact that he is holding a child on his hip, who looked all too like him.

“Today’s lesson is simple. Based on communication,” He starts, “Communication when it comes to citizens. This lesson will teach you how to comfort an injured or scared citizen during an attack, specifically women and children,”

“Uh, Mr. Aizawa?” Denki Kaminari was first to speak up, hand half raised in confusion, “Why do you have a baby?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mina leans forward, eyes wide and gleaming happily, “That’s Mr. Aizawas and Neutron Shields baby! She looks just like him,”

“Lets not jump to conclusions,” Shouta hums, but the barely visible smirk on his lips lets his class know that the toddler is, indeed, his own, “I brought Akari here today for the lesson that will be taught. You will all need to learn and know how to comfort a child during an attack if the child has been separated from its parents,”

“Only, however,” Shoutas eyebrow raise causes his students to watch as his daughter leaned against his shoulder and glanced outward to the class, “Akari does have a quirk. It is similar to her mother’s, as Mina predicted, Neutron Shields. Meaning if she were to get defensive, you would have to calm the child from harming herself more, or you,”

“So we’re fighting a little brat,” Bakugou mumbles, rolling his eyes so when he looked back up to his teacher, said mans hair had raised and his eyes glowed red,

“Insult my daughter again,” Shouta threatens, instantly dropping his intimidating act when Akaris hand reaches up to pat his face. With a deep sigh, Shouta looks away from his daughter to his students, “No. Youre not fighting her. Simply consult her into comfort so she knows you’re not a threat. Akaris been taught how to control her quirk on demand,”

Lowering the toddler onto the floor, Shouta steps back as soon as his daughter began to tear up, twisting to reach for her father with quiet sniffles.

“Well?” Shouta eyes the students, when Akari hiccups and looks back to the teenagers, “She’s distressed,”

“I got this,” Kirishima is first to push out of his desk, hands out and steps slow as he approached the child, “Hey, Akari, it’s okay,”

Akari is swift to shake her head and twist her upper body away from the red head. On cue, a purple bubble surrounds herself, Bakugous brows pinching as Dekis mouth dropped, hand reaching over to pat Todorokis shoulder in amazement.

The bubble then expands to hit Kirishima and throw him off his feet, landing hard on his back so Akari blinked and giggled, loudly, the bubble then vanishing.

“Me next!” Mina exclaims, Akaris eyes flicking from the red head and to the pink skinned girl, who knelt down next to Kirishima and opened-closed her hands.

Hesitantly, Akami leant forward onto her hands and knees, ready to crawl up to the girl, but instead blinked so a bubble formed around Mina, the bubble suddenly shrinking so Mina shrieked and pressed her hands to the sides in an attempt to stop the shied like bubble from crushing her.

“Akari,” Shouta speaks up, his daughter blinking so the bubble vanished, her eyes shifting to her father before looking back to the class, Mina exhaling in relief and backing away.

“Come on, shit for brains,” Bakugou scoffs, standing to his feet so Akari stared at him, “We’ve trained with Neutron Shield before. The brats no different,”

“Akari is a child,” Todoroki reminds, on his own feet and stepping forward so Akari instantly reached up, the fire and ice powered male pausing to stare at her.

Her whine when he makes no move to pick her up causes him to do so, Shouta smirking as Akari stared at Bakugou and stuck her thumb into her mouth.

“It seems she has a favorite,”

USJ Training Facility

You weren’t sure what happened. As soon as you were in line of view, two of Shoutas students- Uraraka and Ashido- immediately began to panic from where they knelt down next to Thirteens collapsed figure.

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Mina cries, tears in her eyes as her hand rests on Thirteens shoulder, “Thirteen- she took a hit-!”

You are quick to move next to Ochaco, hand opposite of Minas so Thirteens head turned and her eyes weakly looked up at you,

“Thirteen,” You call, softly, “Hey. It’s okay,”

“I tried to protect them,” Thirteen murmurs, and you nod, sliding your arms beneath hers to heave her to her feet, Mina and Ochaco quick to stick their hands out in case she fell,

“You did,” You promise, “You did amazing, Thirteen,” Your eyes flick to the class, “Where’s Iida?”

“Getting help,” Mina heaves, shakily, “What- what’s going to happen to Thirteen?”

“Shes going to be okay,” You reassure, and shift Thirteens arm around your shoulders so she fell slump against your side, “I’m going to make sure of that,” Your eyes shift to your best friend, “Do you hear me, Thirteen? Akari needs her godmother in her life,”

“I’ll always be here for that angel,” Thirteen breathily laughs, watching as you looked over in alarm at the sounds of fighting, “Eraserhead. He stayed behind,”

“He can hold his own,” You murmur, but the doubt in your tone causes Thirteen to grasp the back of your suit,

“Go help him,” Thirteen demands, extending her free hand for Mina to drape at her shoulders, “I’ll be fine,”

You hesitantly peel away from the pro-hero, glancing between her and where the fighting could be heard, before you sprint down the steps, looking up in time to see Noumu, Shigarakis weapon, on top of your collapsed husband.

“Hey!” You call, raising your hands so a bubble surrounded you, expanding in a rush to hit Noumu so he stumbled off his feet, a good distance away from Shoutas figure.

Protect him. Protect him now.

With quick steps, you throw out a hand that forms a bright (Favorite/Color) bubble, which you slide under and next to Shoutas collapsed form so the bubble shielded both you and him.

“I always wondered when I would get to fight the famous Eraserhead and Neutron Shield at once,” Shigaraki speaks, your eyes shifting over your shoulder where he stood at one end of your bubble, while Noumu stood opposite of his leader,

“But defeating them both?” Shigaraki chuckles, “A dream come true,”

The first punch Noumu sends against your bubble creates severe damage to your shield. It cracks beneath his fist, giving the monster the confidence he needs to continue punching and clawing at the barrier,

“Mrs. Aizawa can’t take them both- not on her own,” Midoryia heaves from his spot in the water, where he, Mineta, and Asui hid a good distance from the battle.

“She has shields!” Mineta reminds, shivering in a panic, “She’ll be fine!”

“Ribbit, her bubble can only take a certain amount of damage before it breaks,” Asui states, “And the damage her shields take, her body takes,”

Where’s All Might when you need him?

With a weak breath, you slide your hand beneath Shoutas head, resting it in your lap as your muscles screamed for you to drop your shields.

“Honey,” You call, pleadingly, free hand resting over Shoutas chest- thankful to feel a heartbeat, “Baby, wake up. Please,”

Looking up, you watch as the top of your bubble cracks and shrivels in defeat, Noumu stepping back enough for the shield to drop and leave not only you, but now Shouta, vulnerable.

With a startled gasp, you raise your hand as Noumu then lunged at you, the shield only protecting your face, so the punch Noumu sends forces you feet back, tumbling backwards and onto your front, leaving Shouta out in the open yet again.

Fingernails grabbing at dirt, you moan out in pain, forcing your arms to push you to sit up, raising your head in time for Noumus claws to latch at your shoulders, shoving you onto your back, his weight forcing you to gasp for air at the pressure of him on your chest,

Raising a hand that clawed at his arm, you are quick to throw a shied, the edge slicing Noumus face so he only jerked back then growled down at you.

With wide eyes, you look over to Shoutas form, then up, at a distanced- “I am here!”

Noumus weight lifts as he departs, your lungs expanding as you gasped, coughing as you sit up, slowly moving up to Shoutas form.

“Help me get him up,” You demand, when Tsuyu and Mineta rush next to you, “Please,”

“Mrs. Aizawa- you’re bleeding!” Mineta stammers, your hand raising to your mouth where blood dripped.

Shaking your head, you allow All Might to take your hand and help you stand, “I’m not worried about me. Get him out of here,”

Camp Attack

Why were you struggling so hard to fight a girl with a knife? Maybe it was because you just couldn’t stomach the thought that your students- your husband were still somewhere in these woods, being attacked by someone else.

Your breaths are shallow by the time you pull yourself from your thoughts. With a hand grasping Togas wrist that held the knife, your eyes wildly search behind you, landing on two of your students,

“Asui, Uraraka, go,” You heave, grunting when Toga shoves at your front, “Go, now!”

Uraraka gasps in fear when Togas foot skillfully hooks around your ankle, jerking so you fell on your back with a pained grunt. Toga is quick to pin over top of you, knife held against the skin of your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pro-hero?” Toga grins, voice high as you narrow your eyes and suck in a deep breath through the nose, “You’ve gotten weak after having that stupid baby of yours,”

“Do not ever mention my child,” You heave, raising a hand so a shield formed, that instantly vanished when Togas knife slid across your neck, startling you to gasp in quick breaths,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” The two students shriek, your eyes pinching shut as you form a small bubble around you, successfully pushing Toga off of you so you could sit up and cough, hand covered in dark red blood.

You look over and form a bubble around Asui and Uraraka, looking back up at Toga when she giggles, dragging the blood covered knife across the bubble,

“You think a small bubble can stop me from getting what I want?” With a quick jab, the knife plunges into the bubble so you flinched and raised a hand to your neck.

Vision blurry, you blink, the bubble shattering so Toga giggled and lunges forward, not before a tongue shoots out and wraps around her, tossing her to the side and into a tree nearby,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Uraraka quickly moves next to you, eyes wide as she watches you slowly lower back onto the dirt in defeat, “Mrs. Aizawa, stay awake!” Uraraka looks to Asui, alarmed to find Toga gone, “Tsu, go get help!”

“Uraraka, Asui!” The two girls look over, to find a group- consisting of Midoryia, Todoroki, Bakugou, Shoji, and Tokoyami- rushing towards them, “Come on! We’re heading back to the Camp!”

“Our pace will be slower with two injuries,” Todoroki states, eyes flicking to Midoryia on Shojis back, before he moves to help lift you up, your arms around his and Urarakas shoulders, “We need to find Mr. Aizawa, first and foremost,”

“They said we can use our powers to defend ourselves, and now we have two injured, one being a teacher,” Shoji states, “So don’t let anyone stop you,”

Present

“You shouldn’t be moving around so much,”

You hum through a light laugh, lifting your head from where you rocked back and forth on your feet, your daughter curled against you.

“I’m not dying, Shouta. I’ll be fine,” You feel Akaris hand graze across the stitches at your neck, as you turn to face your husband.

“That’s nothing to joke about,” Shouta steps up, sliding his hands under Akaris arms to peel her away from you and against his own shoulder,

“Just thought I’d give a little pay back for the heart attack you gave me during the USJ incident,” You shrug, frowning at Shoutas glare, “Okay. Sorry. But honestly, honey, I’m okay. Recovery Girl said I should be fully healed by next week,”

“Until then you should be resting,” You roll your eyes at Shoutas statement, turning to then pluck a shirt from your pile of laundry to fold,

“Take your own advance, honey. You haven’t slept a full night in three weeks,” You turn, hand at your hip, “Why don’t we call Hizashi and let him take Akari for a day or two? Give us time to rest?”

“If you want another kid, just ask,” Shouta smirks, your lips parting as he moves around you, laying Akari in her own bed in the corner,

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,”

“Do I, though?” Shoutas hands rest at your hips, and you smile, hand at his jaw to pull his lips against yours.

“Seriously, though,” You hum, “Hizashi would love to see his god daughter. I promised Thirteen I’d help her with her own recovery,”

“I swear you love Thirteen more than me,”

“Oh, definitely. No questions asked,”

“Fine, go ask her for another kid,”

“Nah, I like my kids to have your attitude,”

“Oh, sure,”

“Really!”

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

ok but what if: tommy angst where reader is the one possessed?? like they are dating and tommy has to kill them(or they kill him idk) and it's just. The Big Sad™️ I think it would be a good opportunity to write in his pov and maybe headcanon some things that go on in his life (cause obvi he got shit goin on since he a shadysider)

also: so glad to see you are back and I hope school is going good! I manifest good grades & positive vibes for you💓

"Hi! Do you mind doing a request about Tommy slater and reader where the reader and Tommy are together, and they both go with Alice and Arnie and finds readers name on the wall. Plz and thank you!" -anon

Thank you so much btw!!! Hope you enjoy!!

Carved in Stone (Tommy Slater x Possessed!Reader)

Warnings: character death, angst, blood mention, blood description, violence/gore, some sad shit supreme, light headcanons about Tommy's life, acceptance of death

Word Count: 1.3k

One way or another, you’re going to die tonight.

That’s what Nurse Lane had said before she came at you with a knife. It was one of the things that kept swirling in your mind, one of the whispered voices. Just those words were creepy enough, and it was no wonder they kept sticking in your mind. You thought maybe it was because you’d hit your head that the other voices came, that maybe you should’ve taken up the officers offer to go to the hospital. But, ending up in the same psych ward they were probably sending Nurse Lane? No, thank you. So, you’d decided to stay at camp. And, now, you were being dragged through the woods by your friends and your boyfriend. Yeah, perfect.

You swatted at the fly buzzing around you as you found a place to sit in the creepy hole Alice had found. Your head hurt, and you rubbed at your forehead absently before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You okay?” Tommy asked, and you gave him a nod. You attempted a smile, but you were sure it came off as more of a grimace. Even in the dark, you could see the worry in Tommy’s eyes as he said, “We can head back-” But you waved your hand, shook your head.

“No, no- I’m just gonna sit for a bit.” You told him, and both of your heads turned when you heard Alice and Arnie let out an excited sound. It seemed like they’d found something. “Go ahead.” You told him and waved him towards the hole in the wall, and Tommy, your sweet Tommy, hesitated for a moment before he gave you a nod and went to follow them into the room they found.

You watched his retreating figure, before you slapped your arm, killing the fly that landed on it.

***

"Alice, this- this isn't funny. They're gonna freak if they see this." Tommy said, exasperation edging his tone. As much as he wanted to come down here and find the witch, he wasn't trying to get in trouble with you.

You already weren't having a good time. You'd hit your head when Nurse Lane had attacked you, and you seemed to barely be trudging along with them. Arnie had even gone to check on you. But, you were being a good sport and Tommy didn't want to reward that with your name carved in some creepy wall.

"Uh, dumbass, do you think I carved their name into solid stone with my fingernails?" She asked, and Tommy furrowed his brow at her, then looked at the name. If Alice hadn't written your name then...

Tommy stared at you as you turned around. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd called your name, watched you approach one of your friends with a- He could barely even process it as he yelled when you swung. You'd just- you'd just axed Arnie in the face.

And your face was covered in his blood as your eyes met his. They were cold and hard, not a thing like the looks you gave him. You looked like you, but this- This wasn't you. Alice was already screaming besides him, and Tommy could hear himself screaming,

"Fuck! Go, go, go," It was a blur as he moved, but he was pushing Alice back into the room they found. The only thing he could think to do was get him and Alice as far away from you as possible.

They climbed through the hole, and they looked around. They were trapped. It was stone all around, with only a little bookshelf, an altar, next to one of the walls.

"What do we do?" Alice screamed, and Tommy looked to her. His first instinct had been to run, but now? He glanced back to the hole, to where you were ducking into the room. There was only one option as to what they needed to do, even if Tommy didn't want to do it.

"Babe, it's me." He started. He didn't know where he was going, what he was going to say. He tried to hold out his hands, to calm you down, but he watched how your grip changed. "It's me!" He yelled.

His memory flashed back for a moment, to all his baseball practices. To the times where you came to his games, to when he took you to the batting cages and showed you how to properly hold a bat. How to properly swing. He remembered the feeling of the hot sun on the back of his neck, the feeling of a ball in his hand. Winding up to send the pitch, and you- You getting ready to swing.

He pushed himself forward and grabbed the handle before you could finish winding up. Tommy pushed you back, knocking you back against the stone of the wall. He pushed you hard, using as much strength as he could manage. It was a split second thing, his own need for survival overshadowing any of his other concerns. They heard your head hit the stone of the wall, a sickening crack that tore right through whatever haze of adrenaline had consumed him.

It tore through him and sank in the pit of his stomach like a rock. He watched your eyes, the blankness in them, fade away. He watched you stumble, lose your grip for a moment, before you said,

"Tommy?" And then your knees buckled.

He caught you, and you were dead-weight in his arms. He reached to support the back of your head, and pulled it away when he felt something hot and wet. His hand glistened with your blood, and panic surged through him. His grip changed as you fell against him, and he sunk to his knees as he cradled you.

"No, no, no," He started, watching how your mouth fell open, how far off you looked. "Hey, hey! It's me, just focus on me. We're gonna- We're gonna get you some help-" Tommy hiccuped. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want his emotions to get the best of him. He'd just- He'd just been trying to stop you. He hadn't meant to push you that hard.

You were the best thing he had. His life was never-ending stress, a constant push towards neverending goals. College, jobs, whatever. The only good thing out of all of that was that, maybe, he'd get to start his family with you. That you'd be there with him. He didn't care if that was in Shadyside or any other town. As long as you were with him he thought, maybe, it'd be fine. Maybe it'd be worth all the work.

But, he watched as you looked up at him, an almost empty sort of smile crossing your face for a moment.

Distantly, you thought about what Nurse Lane said. One way or another, you're going to die tonight. You felt as if your head had been submerged underwater, like Tommy had pulled you up for you to catch a breath. You knew what you'd done, what the fog washing over you was trying to get you to do. And, you didn't want to.

If it had to end, you wanted it to end like this. So, you didn't fight. You didn't hold on. You looked up at Tommy, even as tears streamed down his face. You wanted to comfort him, but you couldn't bring yourself back to the surface. If you were going to drown whatever was inside of you, you had to drown with it.

Tommy watched as you fell unconscious, and, even as he carried you back and got you help, part of him knew- part of him knew that you weren't going to make it. It was a sinking feeling in his chest, heavy and solid. Like he'd swallowed stones, only for them to sit in his stomach. Your fate was like your name- carved in stone.

[yslkook]

IF I GOT YOU (7)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

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PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit. 

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes. 

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes. 

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going. 

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you. 

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool. 

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany. 

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic. 

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories. 

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

 Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google. 

He came to his epiphany.

 Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you. 

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went. 

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up. 

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready. 

What a coward. 

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well. 

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him. 

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either. 

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely. 

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward. 

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted. 

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away. 

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school. 

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered. 

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his. 

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable. 

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly. 

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there. 

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready. 

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain. 

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out. 

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on. 

But it still melted your heart. 

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-” 

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt. 

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood. 

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer. 

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins. 

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night. 

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along. 

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours. 

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze. 

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment. 

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up. 

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand. 

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically. 

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek. 

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger. 

“Idiot” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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Venti Sprite HCs

Venti goes into sprite form when he feels particularly insecure and lonely. If he starts thinking a bit too hard on the past, he goes sprite real quick.

Very cartoonish in this form. His expressions are almost comical, and he has to communicate in like, chirps, and chimes, and other such noises, it's adorable. He's like Tinker Bell, minus the sexualization.

When he gets yeeted into pixie form, he craves comfort, specifically human comfort. It doesn't help that he's just generally very touch starved. He wants to be held.

The traveler (you choose which twin) somehow knows immediately, and scoops him up in their hands, and bring him to rest where their shoulder meets their neck, and he just melts. He spends the whole day there, and the traveler avoids any dangerous commissions so as to not dislodge the little sprite resting on them.

If he stays in pixie form longer, you can often find him cuddling up to Diluc. He can't really drink in this form, but he likes Diluc, so he sticks to the redhead, chirping merrily every now and again.

As we all know, Diluc is a softie behind that glare. He just want to halp. He must protecc. So of course he lets little wind sprite Venti stick by him with minimal eye rolls. (When night comes, he lets Venti snuggle up to his collarbone, his tiny little body right against Diluc's heartbeat, so he knows this friend is alive. Diluc makes sure to threaten him to never tell anyone, naturally.)

Even in wind sprite form, he is still violently allergic to cats. But now, when he sneezes in respones to cats existing, he then causes a massive gust of wind, the force sending him spiralling off in the other direction. It is entirely impossible not to laugh at this sight. Even Albedo, Sucrose, and Diluc let out a lil chortle at the panicked chimes of the flying sprite.

He enjoys feeling smaller. Less important, less responsibility, less pressure. Safe. Protected. But he does prefer to be a human. More freedom, more options, more things to do. He tends to only go into sprite form when stressed or lonely or both. Poor boi.

Note: He also goes into sprite form with Zhongli, and Zhongli becomes a big ol' dragon, and curls around Venti, and it's just so warm and comfy, and both of them are purring, and fUck I'm sOFT. Eventually, as their friend group grows, this cuddle pile gets even bigger and warmer and sweeter and thus, better, as more people they love join them.

I just want them all to be happy and somft and comfy. Is that really so mucb to ask, Mihoyo???? Plz, I am a soft little baby, I need the fluff.

[beifongsss]

life-changing field trip [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x waterbender!reader (I’m a sl*t for the opposites attract trope I’m so sorry)

Requested?: Yes! I am once again combining two requests that I thought fit together, I’m sorry if that upsets the anons who requested :( The first anon request: “ooh maybe flirty/yn with zuko while in the ember island house or while sparring (or combine the two LMAO)” The second anon request: “Hi! Can we have more simp Zuko plz 🥺 How about that scene where the gAang looks for Aang, and Toph is like “I want to go with Zuko because I have not had a life changing field trip with him yet,” but instead of Toph it’s y/n and Zuko is all blushy and flustered because he has a crush on her 🥺”

Summary: You just want to test the waters and see if Zuko likes you back, after all, Sokka has been telling you that he does indeed like you. However, every time you try to get close to the prince, he either runs away or ignores you.

not as flirty as it could’ve been but i like how it turned out :) short & sweet

.masterlist.

~

Ember Island was beautiful.

You had all arrived there a few days ago, joining Katara after she had gone off to hunt down the man who had killed her mother. When you heard that she hadn’t ended his life, you had hugged her tightly and quietly told her that you were proud of how strong she was.

Aang had come up behind you soon after and you retreated from the two to give them a bit of privacy, crossing your arms as you stood next to Zuko. The two of you observing the scene that was unfolding in front of you, a smile twitching at the edge of your lips as they embraced.

“I’m glad the two of you came back safely,” you said quietly to the prince, never looking away from Aang and Katara. Zuko didn’t reply and shifted uncomfortably. “Especially you. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t look at your pretty face every day.”

You didn’t have to look at the prince to know that he now wore a scowl on his face, displeased at your words. In reality, Zuko was trying to hold back a blush at your words and instead of replying, he simply rolled his eyes and stormed off.

He burst into his family’s beach house, cheeks still ablaze. Toph and Sokka sat there, looking up at Zuko blankly before going back to their conversation. Slightly disappointed in their lack of response, he threw himself onto the nearby couch, releasing a loud groan. 

Toph paused her words for a second before continuing to speak. Sokka glanced at Zuko before focusing on Toph, knowing what he was trying to do. At the sound of his friends’ conversation, Zuko threw his arms over his head and groaned loudly once again. This time, their conversation stopped completely before Sokka turned to face him.

“Yes, Zuko? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he replied gruffly. Toph couldn’t help but snort.

“Why is your heart beating so fast then, Sparky Pants?” Toph asked. “It can’t be ‘nothing’ if it’s got you all worked up.”

Zuko shot her a glare, forgetting that she couldn’t see it, before burying his face in his arms and mumbling something.

“What was that?” Sokka asked, a smirk on his face.

“(Y/N) was out there,” Zuko repeated, lifting his head up slightly. “Why was she the only one to greet us out there?”

“She wasn’t alone. Aang was with her,” Toph said. “Besides, she said something about making sure that you weren’t injured or anything.”

Zuko’s face went bright red once more. “Why couldn’t one of you be there with her?”

“Because your reaction every time she gets too close to you is hilarious,” Sokka replied. “Just tell her how you feel. The worst she can do is say no.”

The conversation died down as you entered the room with Aang and Katara trailing behind you. You aimed a smile at Zuko, heading over to the couch he was laying on. At the sight of you, Zuko scrambled up and all but sprinted away, a frown on his face as he muttered that if anyone needed him he would be in his room.

The smile melted off your face at Zuko’s actions. Katara noticed and came up behind you. “C’mon, help me with dinner?”

You nodded.

~ “Hey (Y/N/N)!”

You looked up when you felt Sokka sit next to you, drawing your attention from the two boys who were training in the courtyard. He followed your line of sight, smirking when his eyes landed on Zuko. “Enjoying the view?”

You hummed in response, still not facing the Water Tribe boy before replying. “I’m just studying them. It’s not every day you get to see firebenders just casually practicing their moves.”

“Whatever you say,” Sokka replied, leaning back on his elbows. “You don’t have to hide your feelings. He feels the same way y’know.”

The snort that left you was unintentional, but still drew Aang’s attention to you. He perked up immediately, his tiredness leaving his body in a second. “(Y/N/N)! How long have you been there?”

A blush covered your cheeks as Sokka nudged your side and snickered. “O-Oh, a few minutes. I was bored so I came out here to watch your lesson.”

“Great, can you do me a favor?” Aang asked, his eyes sparkling. You groaned internally knowing that you couldn’t deny the young Air Nomad anything. Silently, you nodded. “I promised Toph that I’d learn how to sandbend today but Zuko’s not done training. Can you please spar with him?”

“I’m not a firebender Aang,” you replied, crossing your arms. “Shouldn’t he be training with a firebender?”

“It’s fine, you don’t mind, do you Zuko?” Aang didn’t wait for Zuko’s response before continuing. “Besides, how often does he get to fight waterbenders? This is good practice!”

Before either of you could reply, Aang was already bouncing away. “Thanks (Y/N/N)!”

You stood up slowly and made your way to the middle of the makeshift arena, stretching as quickly as you could. Once you were done, you faced Zuko. “Ready?”

He nodded silently, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he realized you didn’t have a water skin near you. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, you lunged at him. He barely had time to duck, dodging your fist but not your leg. His knee buckled under your kick and he ended up on his knees. He glanced up at you to see you smirking.

“Cute. I always thought that I’d end up on my knees for you, not the other way around,” you commented, stepping further away from him. You dropped to a defensive position as he got to his feet, his cheeks burning as he stared you down.

The two of you moved at the same time, Zuko throwing a blast of fire at you as he ran. You slid underneath it, quickly standing and aiming a kick at him. He dodged it gracefully before sending another blast at you. Just when he was about to ask why you weren’t using your bending, you reached out, focusing on the water in the air around you and forming a thin stream of water.

Zuko’s jaw dropped slightly, he had never seen a waterbender pull water out of thin air. He managed to dodge the water whip you had created and sent up a wall of fire, turning it into a wall of steam as he evaporated the whip. You didn’t stop there however and managed to turn the vapor into ice shards which you quickly dropped onto Zuko.

He rolled out of the way, sticking his leg out at the same time. He succeeded in toppling you, and you squeaked as you fell onto your back. He moved to attack and you reacted quickly, drawing water out from nearby plants and sending it at him full force. The fire he had ready was extinguished and he ended up soaked from your attack.

“Nice one (Y/N)!” you heard Sokka yell, reminding you that he was still present. You shot him a look as you stood up before turning to face a now shirtless Zuko. 

“Spirits,” you whispered, trying not to stare at him. “How is this fair? Put your shirt back on! Or don’t.”

“You’re the one who got me all wet,” Zuko replied, tossing his shirt to Sokka and walking back to the middle of the arena.

“If only it were the other way around,” you whispered jokingly, causing Sokka to cackle. You joined Zuko once more, having no time to prepare before he attacked. The fight continued on for a few more minutes, the two of you all sweaty and tired. You decided to try and attack with ice again, dodging a punch from Zuko as you accumulated water from around you.

You couldn’t hold yourself back from making another comment as Zuko pushed his hair back from his face. “You know, I can think of a few other activities that can make us equally sweaty, if you’re interested.”

Zuko stumbled at the same time you attacked, allowing some of the ice shards to nip at his skin. He hissed lightly as the cuts began to bleed, silently chastising himself for letting you distract him.

“Oh no. Zuko!” you yelped, running over to the boy. Your face showed nothing but worry as you knelt next to him, taking in his injuries. “Let me get you healed.”

Your face scrunched in concentration as you waved your hand, a globule of water forming around it. Both of you were silent as you healed his cuts, biting your lip as the guilt crawled up on you.

“Stop doing that,” Zuko said suddenly, drawing your attention to him. You looked at him confused before you noticed his gaze was on your lip. Blushing, you looked back down to his wounds. You tried to ignore his gaze as you moved your hands up to his chest, healing the wounds there. Zuko wondered if you could feel his heart racing.

“I’m really sorry Zuko,” you whispered, finally done healing his chest. You glanced up at his face, wincing when you noticed a shallow cut on his cheek. He closed his eyes as you reached up and cupped his cheek, unintentionally nuzzling his cheek into your palm. After a minute, you pulled away. “I’m done.”

Zuko opened his eyes, meeting yours and causing you to stop completely.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, his voice raspy from speaking so lowly. “It didn’t hurt that much.”

For once you were at a loss for words, no witty or flirty comment on the tip of your tongue as you stared into Zuko’s eyes. Remembering Sokka’s earlier words, you stepped closer to Zuko. He swallowed harshly but didn’t move.

“Zuko,” you whispered, dropping your gaze down to his lips. “Can I-”

“Hey! Aang needs you, Zuko,” Sokka suddenly called out, making the two of you jump apart. You whirled around, eyes narrowed as they landed on the Water Tribe boy. Despite the smug smirk on his face, he couldn’t help but flinch at your reaction, knowing that you were going to bite his head off once the two of you were alone.

Zuko’s eyes widened and he all but sprinted into the house, only pausing when Sokka grabbed his arm. “Forgetting something?”

“Oh, r-right,” Zuko said, taking his shirt from Sokka. He glanced at you briefly one last time before running into the house.

“Sokka,” you growled, stomping over to him. “What was that for?”

“What was what?” Sokka asked innocently, walking backwards to get away from you. A wide grin spread across his face. “The real question is: what was happening between the two of you back there?”

You pushed Sokka up against the porch railing and quickly froze his hand to it. “It might’ve been a kiss if you hadn’t interrupted.”

You stormed away after that, an annoyed expression on your face as you made your way into the house. Behind you, Sokka was trying to get free. He was unsuccessful.

“(Y/N)! Don’t leave me here! I’m sorry! (Y/N)?”

~

Zuko had managed to avoid talking to you the rest of the day, even when the two of you had been paired up to fight the Melon Lord. Toph had enjoyed that a little too much.

He sat furthest away from you during dinner and went to bed immediately after, giving a mumbled goodnight to the group. Everyone turned to face you after he left, a questioning look in their eyes (well, except for Toph). You had simply glared at Sokka, who had then proceeded to explain what had happened earlier between the two of you. The group couldn’t help but laugh, only annoying you further as they teased you about it.

You had gone to bed early too.

Katara had woken you up early the next morning, panic on her face as she dragged you out into the courtyard. “Aang’s gone!”

That statement woke you up immediately, and you found yourself looking at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean gone?”

“Look,” Sokka said, pointing to the spot next to you. “He left his staff. That’s so strange.”

“Aang’s not in the house,” you heard Zuko say as he joined you all outside.

“Let’s check the beach,” you said, walking away before you finished your sentence. The six of you trekked down to the beach, perking up slightly when you noticed Aang’s footprints. You followed them all the way to the edge of the water where they suddenly disappeared. “The trail ends here.”

“So he went for a midnight swim and never came back?” Suki asked skeptically.

"Maybe he was captured,” Katara said worriedly.

“I don’t think so,” Sokka muttered, looking at the footprints. “There’s no sign of a struggle.”

“I bet he ran away,” Toph said, her voice a little dull.

“No way, he wouldn’t leave behind Appa or his glider,” you countered.

“Then what do you think happened to him, oh sleuthy one?” Toph snarked back.

“It's pretty obvious,” Sokka suddenly said. “Aang mysteriously disappears before an important battle? He's definitely on a Spirit World journey”

“But if he was, wouldn't his body still be here?” Zuko asked.

Sokka bowed his head down in slight embarrassment. “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”

“Then he's got to be somewhere on Ember Island,” Katara said. “Let's split up and look for him.”

Your eyes widened and you immediately grabbed onto Zuko’s arm, hugging it tightly. “I’m going with Zuko!”

“W-What?” Zuko stuttered, a bright blush coating his cheeks as he tried to ignore the fact that you were hugging his arm. Everyone else stared at you knowingly.

“What?!” you asked. “Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Zuko. Now it's my turn.”

“Try not to make it too life-changing,” Sokka muttered as he walked past you, earning a snicker from Suki and Toph. Sokka and Suki left on Appa and Katara and Toph headed into town to see if they could find him there. You kept holding on to Zuko’s arm as the two of you walked further along the beach. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke up.

“Hey pretty boy, why have you been avoiding me?”

Zuko’s eyes widened and he turned to you. “W-What did you just call me?”

“Pretty boy,” you chirped, a smile on your face as you looked up at him. “Because y’know, you’re probably the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Zuko cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away from you. His eyes didn’t leave the water as you kept walking side-by-side.

“So,” you nudged him softly, sliding one hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers with his. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” Zuko replied quickly, shaking you off his arm as he proceeded to walk a bit in front of you. You kept quiet as you caught up to him, biting your lip as you thought about the boy next to you.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” Zuko snapped, stealing a glance at you.

“Why?” you asked, releasing your lip. “Does it turn you on?”

“What?! N-No!” Zuko exclaimed. A faint trail of steam escaped his nose, letting you know that he was flustered.

“Relax, Zuko,” you chuckled. “I’m joking. Now, why have you been avoiding me?”

“We should be looking for Aang.”

“You and I both know that Aang isn’t here,” you replied, looking out at the vast ocean. “He’s probably doing some Avatar-related thing right now so why don’t you just tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you!”

“Yes you have! Ever since yesterday. Ever since I-” you cut yourself off, a blush appearing on your face as you thought about the almost-kiss between the two of you. Zuko swallowed nervously, also thinking about what had happened between the two of you.

“Ever since you almost kissed me,” Zuko filled in for you, his head hanging low. “That’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Because you didn’t want to kiss me?” you asked, slightly upset. “You could’ve just said so, it doesn’t have to be weird.”

“Because I did want to kiss you,” Zuko replied almost immediately. The two of you came to a stop. “I’ve been avoiding you because I want to kiss you and be with you but I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, thoroughly puzzled.

“I’ve done so many things,” Zuko whispered. “So many bad things. To Aang, to Katara, to you. I’m from the Fire Nation; I don’t deserve to be with someone like you.”

“That’s absurd,” you whispered back. “Your past doesn’t define you Zuko. You chose to make the right decision and sure, it took you a while but you realized that you were doing more harm than good. You changed, that’s what matters. You made the right choice even though you knew it could mean trouble for you and that’s why I like you.”

Zuko finally looked up at your words, his eyes full of wonder as he looked at you. A small smile appeared on his lips at your words and he found himself approaching you slowly. “Do you?”

You nodded softly.

“Zuko?” you asked quietly. “Hypothetically, if I had gotten the chance to ask if I could kiss you yesterday, what would you have said?”

“I- Hypothetically, I would’ve said yes,” Zuko whispered back. Feeling bold, you walked up to the prince and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“Do you trust me, Zuko?” you breathed, your lips inches away from his. You felt your heart speed up as his golden eyes met yours. Silently, he nodded. You wasted no time as you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He stumbled back slightly, his back hitting the cliff that surrounded the beach as he grabbed onto your waist.

Almost immediately, he turned around, kissing you roughly and pressing you up against the wall as his body covered yours. Your hands tangled in his soft hair, your heart racing impossibly fast as you realized that you were actually kissing Zuko. You pulled away first, giving him a soft smile as you stared at him. “I take it you like me too?”

Zuko chuckled before nodding. “I do.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one gentle as you enjoyed each other’s presence. The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t hear Appa land on the beach a few yards from you.

“Hey! I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure Aang isn’t in either of your mouths.”

The two of you pulled away from each other to see Sokka looking at you with a wide smirk. Suki sat behind him, giving both of you a suggestive look. Zuko helped you climb onto Appa before joining you and sitting next to you.

“Yip yip,” Sokka said before he turned to you. “So (Y/N), how was that field trip of yours?”

You turned looked at Zuko beore intertwining your hands, making him blush and earning a smile from Suki and Sokka.

“Best field trip ever.”

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