#and my room is currently COVERED in bits of fluff from plushie making

[tj-crochets]

Got sidetracked, added bear ears to a hoodie

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Baby’s Day In

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, AJ gets annoyed for a bit

AJ’s got work to do, so a regressed reader has to spend the day alone. But AJ promises she’ll be back with a little surprise.

‘Tell me why do I still feel like this?

Darling why do I still feel like this?

I'm not supposed to feel like this’

See, last night after work, you were home with AJ when you suddenly…slipped and became regressed. AJ saw it coming from miles away after the relatively high stress week you’ve had. However, AJ has got a shift she wouldn’t be able to get out of the next day since she was specifically called in to cover for someone else who was out.

“Bubs, come here.” AJ gestured, opening up her arms to hug you. You sat in her lap. “I’m gonna need to work tomorrow, will you be okay to be at home on your own until I get home? I’ll make you your breakfast and lunch, then be home to make dinner.”

“That’s okay.” You nodded, looking up at her innocently, “I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah?” She smooches you on the cheek, “You know what to do, right, baby? I’ll leave your snacks on the lower shelves that you can reach. Don’t climb on the stools or chairs, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I can play by myself.”

“But I’ll be home before you know it. And I might get you a little present.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” She smiled, pressing another kiss to your cheek. You turned around, resting your chin on her shoulder. She rubs your back, the motion soothing.

“Do you wanna play games?”

“No.” You mumbled.

“Do you wanna sleep?” AJ asked, noting that it was nearly 10 at night.

AJ feels you shaking your head, then heard a little bit of a whine.

“What’s the matter, honey?” She asked softly.

“Dunno.” You told her quietly, “Sad?”

“Oh, you’re alright, baby.” A soft sigh falls from her lips, “You’re alright. I’ve got you.” You were currently holding a little stuffed animal by its hand, swinging it idly. It hits AJ’s upper back every couple of seconds, but she didn’t mind at all. “Wanna watch videos?”

AJ squinted, why were you so tense? Why did your breathing seem so hurried?

“Baby?” She broke away from the hug to meet your face. “I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath for me, honey.”

“I am.” You sniffed, doing just that, “I am.”

“You are, good job.” She cups your face in her hand, “Good job. You’re okay.”

You calmed down a couple of minutes later and AJ grabbed her tablet so you two could watch videos on it for awhile. Watching the family of heeler dogs dancing across the screen, you snuggled up against AJ’s side while you still held your Snickers plushie in your hand. Seeing you happily watching the cartoon without a care in the world, AJ took a minute to reflect on the week. She remembers that before you’d slipped into the regressed state last night, you were telling her about work. And work, had been more stressful than usual this week, so this episode was entirely because of that.

AJ only snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a tiny hand tapping her forearm. It was you, using the hand of the stuffed animal to get her attention. “Yes, honey?” She chuckled, ruffling with your hair.

“Can I have a snack please?” You asked, eyes somehow so wide it made her heart melt.

“Of course you can.” AJ smiled brightly, you mirrored her smile, “My baby loves her snackies, doesn’t she?”

You nodded, grinning once more. AJ chuckled, “What snack, sweetie?” You walk to the kitchen with her.

“I want the bunnies.”

“Ooh, these ones?” AJ pulled a box of s'mores flavoured bunny shaped graham crackers out from the pantry.

“Yes!” You gasped.

“Alrighty.” AJ grabbed a bowl and poured some of that for you, “Here you go, sweetie.” You quickly told her a thank-you then was happily munching on your snack while you walked back to the room.

“After this, we gotta brush our teeth.”

“Yeah.” You chuckled, shoving a small handful of the crackers into your mouth. AJ couldn’t help but just look at you.

“Is it yummy?” She asked, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Mhm.” You nodded, all smiles, offering AJ some of the snack.

“Thank you, baby.” Her thumb strokes your cheek, your smile only went wider.

The next morning, you got an early start to your day along with AJ. You ate breakfast with her, talking about anything and everything while she paid close attention and chimed in ever so often.

“What you gonna do first while I’m out, baby?” She asked curiously.

“Mmm.” You hummed, “I draw.”

“That’s nice, you always love to draw, right?” AJ looked at you with a tender gaze, “Will you draw me a picture?”

You agreed so happily, “Okay!”

AJ finished eating first and washed up her plate and cutlery. Then, she got busy and prepped your lunch for when she was at work. “I’m making you some turkey and cheese wraps for lunch, okay? I’ll leave it in your lunchbox so you just have to take it from here.” She glanced at you. You nodded, continuing to eat your breakfast.

AJ knew that this wouldn’t go bad if left for a couple hours. And it was quick and easy to make, so that’s what she did. These wraps were one of your favourites to eat too when regressed. Once AJ had finished preparing your lunch, she went to get dressed for work while you sat at the table just waiting for her to return. You were also done eating by the time AJ walked out from the bedroom. “All done?”

You nodded.

“Good.” AJ took your plate, washed it and placed it on the dish rack. “I’ve got to go to work.” She grabs her bag off the hook by the front door.

You nodded, sulking a little. Obviously, you were a little upset about her not being home with you for several hours. But you still understood that she had to go to work. “I’ll see you in time for dinner, munchkin?” AJ stood before you, holding your face in her hands.

“Yes.” You told her firmly, a determined smile on your face.

“Yes.” AJ confirmed, “Can I have a smoochy kiss?”

You giggled, “Mhm.” Then you pressed a kiss to her cheek. She hugs you tightly, rubbing your back, “Have fun, alright? And— remember to draw me a picture.”

“I willll.” You chuckled as she broke away from the embrace. “Bye, AJ.”

“Bye, baby. I love you.”

Giving you one last hug, she grabbed her keys and she was out the door without looking back.

————

You sat on the couch, staring into space for awhile, trying to decide what you wanted to do. Then, you got off the couch and walked to the hall closet to grab your fluffy blanket and the bedroom closet for a stuffed animal to cuddle. You couldn’t find your blanket in the hall closet but found it in the bedroom closet instead, so you were relieved. At least it didn’t go missing.

Plopping back onto the couch, you clicked the TV on and found something you wanted to watch so you could pass some time. Eventually you were somehow on the floor and by the coffee table. With the blanket draped over your shoulders when you pulled out your colouring books from the bottom shelf of the coffee table. You flipped through the pages just to look, then a certain page caught your eye and you shot up from the ground to go find a box of colour pencils.

That’s what you occupied yourself with for a bit, until you got bored of it. So you were now in front of the pantry, choosing a snack to eat. You settled on a small bag of Doritos and was back on the couch, curled up in the corner just eating. You heard a neighbour slam their door and you got startled, snapping out of your daze. You swallowed thickly, exhaling a shaky breath as you dropped the half-eaten bag of snacks. You gave up on the snack, tossing it in the trash and retreated to the bedroom, closing the door behind yourself. You leave the coloring book on the desk, at least you had some fun colouring in a sheet for AJ. She’ll like it.

Every single sound seemed extra loud from that point on. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling to try and tune out all the noise but your heart started to race, tears welled up in your eyes. You had to do something. You hurried over to the closet to look for a certain piece of clothing. One that reminded you of AJ, actually one that smelled like her. You missed her and you needed her right now. You knew she had to work, you knew that it was important so this was your next best thing.

But alas, your option didn’t work out and you ended up with a bit of a mess on the floor that you failed to do anything about in the meantime. Frustrated, you plopped face down into the mattress and sobbed. “I hate this.” You wailed, voice muffled by the mattress. “I hate—”

The front door opens and you panicked, trying to stop your crying. “Anybody home?”

It was Gabi.

A cry snuck past your lips still, you heard the footsteps get closer. “Hey.” She knocks on the bedroom door, then she opened it. “y/n?”

You sniffled.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Gabi asked quietly, she must’ve noticed the mess of clothes by the wardrobe.

“Nothing.” You croaked.

“It’s almost twelve-thirty. Have you had lunch yet?”

“No.” You shook your head, face still down. You feel some movement on the bed, she sat down next to you, hand rubbing your back. “Upstairs is loud.” You muttered, “I don’t likey.”

“Oh.” Her face fell, “I know, niña. Sometimes they can be quite noisy, huh?” You nodded.

“AJ told me you were home alone, so I came back to see how you were doing.” Her hand continued rubbing your back in a surprisingly soothing motion.

“Oh.” You turned around, still not looking at her. Her hand now rests on your side. “You work?”

“Yes, chiquita.” Gabi answered, “But I’m done early, so I’m gonna be here to keep you company if you want, okay?”

“Okay.” You said back in a quiet voice.

“I saw your lunchbox on the table outside, you wanna eat? I’ll go get it for you. You can eat in here.”

“Uh-huh.” You sniffed, laying on your back now allowing her to see your face.

She exited the room, grabbed your packed lunch and came back. “Want a drink?”

“Chocolate milk?”

“Of course, babe. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You opened up the lunchbox and cautiously dug into the food. Gabi came back with the chocolate (oat) milk like you’d requested, in one of your favourite cups. “Here you go, y/n.” You were lactose intolerant but AJ decided some cheese was okay for you since she noticed that you weren’t affected by it.

“Thank you, Gabiii.” You told her, grabbing the cup with both hands.

“What were you looking for, niña?”

You gulped a mouthful of the milk and hummed, “What?”

She chuckles, your mouth was full. “Eat slowly, y/n. Be careful. What were you looking for? I can help you if you want.”

“I just-” You swallowed the mouthful of food, “I miss AJ so I— I want her hoodie.”

“You want her hoodie?” She asked. You confirmed with a nod, “The one with the bird on it.”

The one with the bird. Gabi was pretty sure you meant the dark blue hoodie from high school with the eagle in the front. “I think I know where it is. Let me go grab it for you.” Gabi disappeared from the room again, this time headed for the washer and dryer. Just like she’d guessed, the hoodie was left in the dryer, and still a little warm. Seems like AJ’d guessed that you might want it.

“Look what I found~” Gabi held up the hoodie, “Here you go, hun.”

You gasped, “Eeee, thank you thank you!”

“You’re welcome. You done with your food?”

“Mm-mm, almost.”

“Okay.” Gabi nodded, eyes panning over to the desk, “Ooh, that is a really nice picture you coloured.” She sat in bed, scrolling through her phone to check for messages. She also texted AJ to give her a quick update and let her know that you were having your lunch— she didn’t tell you though. But AJ definitely appreciated the update.

You quietly put AJ’s hoodie on after finishing your food, deciding to lay down and take a nap. “Naptime?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled unclearly, nodding your head while you grabbed your stuffed animal friend for cuddles.

“Okay, niña. Have a nice nap, I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

Gabi leaves the room with your lunchbox and cup, you were alone but the door was left ajar just in case. Gabi washed up your cup and lunchbox, then sat on the couch and played games on her phone. But it wasn’t long before she went around cleaning the apartment. Your nap took about an hour, then you were back in the living room watching cartoons on the TV while you snuggled with your stuffed animal.

“Hey, have a good nap?”

You grinned, answering with a silent nod. Still a little groggy, you laid your head on the cushion at the end of the couch, curled up in an almost fetal position while you got lost in the fictional world of your favourite cartoon. You saw the pile of clothes on the floor of the bedroom but you didn’t do anything about it. You just didn’t.

Gabi was then in yours and AJ’s bedroom to fold the clothes and put them back. Some episodes in, you hear someone come home, thinking it was Chantal. But no, it was AJ. You smelled the perfume she’d put on this morning. Was it already time for her to be home?

“Oh, my Gosh. What happened in here?” You heard AJ exclaim, so you sat up and clicked pause on the video.

AJ was a very neat person, and she usually wasn’t able to stand messes. Especially when they were left there (kind of) on purpose.

You hear Gabi telling her something when you walked into the room, noticing the takeout bags on the dining table in the meantime.

“She shouldn’t have—”

Gabi cuts her off with an expression, to let her know you were standing in the doorway. “Sorry.” You told her first thing, then you walked inside, somehow deciding that standing behind Gabi was the best way to go. Whatever look you had on your face caused her face to relax and her gaze to soften.

“I’m helping, okay? Just let her take it easy right now?”

AJ sighs, irritated by the mess. “Your hoodie.” You showed it to her, “Can’t find it. Gabi got it for me.”

Seeing how you looked like her hoodie was swallowing you whole, her heart melted. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where it was.” AJ gulped, walking closer. You clung onto Gabi’s arm tighter, hiding your face behind her back. Out of the three of you, you were the shortest. So to AJ, this sight was adorable. But she had enough and wanted to hug you. She wasn’t even annoyed by the mess anymore— it could easily be put away. She was just taken aback by it, having just came home. “You’re okay.” Gabi assured.

“C’mere baby.” AJ gestured, opening her arms up. You slowly peeled away from Gabi and padded over to AJ, naturally melting into her touch and embrace. AJ picks you up with ease, your head nuzzled in the crook of her neck. “Sorry, AJ.” You mumbled timidly.

“Oh, no, no. You’re alright. You’re alright.” AJ rubs your back, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She carried you back into the living room and sat you down on the kitchen island. Turning around, she grabs a plastic bag off the credenza by the front door.

“It’s for you.” She pulls the plastic bag off.

You squealed, giggling. You dropped the new toy for a second and hugged her. “Thank youuuu.”

“You’re so welcome, baby.” AJ smiled seeing your joy of receiving a new stuffed animal. One that you’ve been wanting for months.

“Hi, guys.” Chantal came home, “Woah, cool toy.” Chantal soon headed to the room to look for Gabi.

“Hiiii.” You waved, then your attention quickly returned to the new stuffed animal, “Open for me? Please?”

“Of course.” She squeezed your cheek, “Can I have her for a sec? Gotta take out the tags and tape.”

“Yeah.” You handed the toy over, watching her do as she told you she would, patiently, your legs swung a little.

“Okay, clothes are all back in the wardrobe.” Gabi announced.

“Thanks, Gabs.”

“Not a problem.” The sister smiled, “Oh, nice! You got a Bingo to go with your Bluey now!”

“I got dinner. There’s a pizza and a lasagna.” AJ told everyone.

“Ooh.” You gasped softly.

“Yeah.” AJ nodded, matching your enthusiasm, “You hungry, my love?”

All of you ate dinner in front of the TV, watching your movie of choice. You said you’d do it yourself but AJ still fed you for a while. After some time, you were full and just wanted to snuggle up with her. “All done?”

You nodded, cheek squished against her side. AJ was finished with her food too, but since you only had a couple spoonfuls of the lasagna left, AJ finished it up for you before placing the plates in the sink and returning to you. “I’m back.” AJ wrapped her arms around you, kissing the top of your head tenderly. “You missed me today?”

“I did.” You pouted.

“Aw.” AJ hugged you tighter, “Well, I’m all yours starting now.”

You nodded, she rubbed your back, “You wanna go to our room?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alrighty, let’s let them watch TV, hm? Let’s go play?”

“I draw you a picture, hehe. I wanna show you.” You agreed.

“We’ll be in our room, guys. TV’s all yours.” AJ told them.

“Okay, good night, chiquita.”

“Nighty night.” Chantal said as you and AJ walked into the bedroom.

————

“Jammies, baby. Come on.” AJ took out a set and laid it on the bed. “Need my help?”

You nodded without saying anything.

“Okay, arms up.” AJ helped you get changed without a word. She got it done quicker than you would’ve on your own right now. “All done. Let’s brush our teeth now.”

Once the nighttime routine was done, you were quick to ask for cuddles. “And you’re gonna get your cuddles.” AJ guffaws, peppering your face with kisses after flashing you a playful grin.

You squealed and giggled nonstop, “It tickles.”

“Good.” AJ chuckles, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “I’m sorry I got mad and scared you.”

“It’s okay.” You buried your face in her chest, “I mess up the floor.”

“Well, it’s packed up. So it’s alright. You were looking for my hoodie, I should’ve told you where I left it. And I wasn’t mad at you, work was difficult so I was having some big feelings inside.”

“Thank you for Bingo.” You snuggled closer, and you feel her rub your back and kiss your head again. “You’re welcome, always. Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah.”

“I really like the picture you coloured for me, thank you.”

“Heheh yay.”

Eventually, you fell asleep in her arms. AJ stayed up watching you sleep. She tucked you in properly and put the new stuffed animal in your arms. Instinctively, you hugged it tight. Kissing your forehead gently, she exits the room and headed for the kitchen to make herself some camomile tea.

“Can’t sleep?” Asked Gabi.

“Yeah.” AJ answered, “Work was insane, I’m just glad to be home. Need some time to relax my mind though. Why are you still up?”

“Work emails.” Gabi cringed, “It’s a lot of those lately. But I’m happy about it, it’s good.”

“I know.” AJ sipped her tea, inhaling deeply. “Being with you guys helps so much. Especially y/n. Right now? When she’s little, it seriously helps me forget everything and just focus on what’s right in front of me. It’s like my break from reality too.”

“She’s really, really cute when she’s regressed, honestly. It makes me so happy to see her so easily amused and excited about simple things.”

AJ chuckles, “I know. Makes me want to squeeze her cheeks so hard. I love that she’s so big on hugs and cuddles, more so when she’s regressed. It’s a big comfort for her and myself.”

“Tell me about it.” Gabi agreed, putting her laptop aside, “Well, I’m about done with the emails. Do you have anything you wanna talk about? Get off your chest?”

“No, just what I’ve already told you.” AJ promised. “I’ll just finish my tea and get back to her, try and sleep, you know?”

“I know, it’s a good thing to get enough sleep, too. I’m sure she wants you to hold her too.” Gabi cracked a smile.

“Don’t stay up too late, Gabs.” AJ reminded, squinting at her sister. Gabi laughed, amused, “Swear I won’t. Just gonna finish up these few emails then head to bed.”

“Good night, Gabs.” AJ got up from the barstool and rinsed her mug.

“Sleep tight.” Gabi kissed her cheek when AJ walked by, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

AJ shut the bedroom door behind herself, quietly getting into bed next to you. You were still peacefully asleep, but your stuffed dog had rolled out of your arms since you were now laid on your back. AJ got it back into your arms before you got upset, then she laid down on her side, caressing your cheek. “I love you so much, baby. I never want you to forget that.”

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Just needed a cute little fic for myself🥲 but here, enjoy:’)

[stray-kids-react]

Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

Masterlist

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

[wrathandgreed]

A crafty MC making goodbye gifts for the demon bros (unromanced and romanced).

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I’m a huge crafter (knitter, crocheter, spinner, weaver, cross stitcher, etc)  and I’m currently knitting my husband a winter hat, so I started trying to figure out what a crafty MC would make the brothers as goodbye gifts when they go back to the human world.

Also, this got REALLY REALLY long.

Lucifer

(Unromanced)

This guy is hard to make stuff for. 

His aesthetic is VERY tight and leaves no room for mistakes

So a simple winter scarf, in business-black, is probably the way to go. 

Somewhat lux yarn, cashmere/silk or alpaca/silk, so it has a sheen

He travels to the human world sometimes, and Diavolo has winter themed events in Devildom sometimes, so a scarf isn’t totally impractical.

He would appreciate the amount of time you spent making it, even if he didn’t get a chance to wear it that often.

(Romanced)

Let’s get more personal, now. You still have the same problem with his aesthetic, and the fact that if you want to give him something ~~personal~~ he won’t be able to wear it openly. His pride says no.

He’s stern in public, but affectionate in private.

You knit a medium-sized decorative pillow cover for his bed, in his signature wine-red.

It’s simple and elegant and can sit on his bed like it’s something he picked up in a Hellhome Goods store, and only *he* knows it’s a private gift.

After swearing him to secrecy, you get Solomon to help you charm the pillow, so it never pills up or wears out, and it maintains your scent forever. (Actually, it’s fair to say you do this for all of the romanced gifts).

“I thought, you know, if I can’t be there with you every night, something of me can?”

Awkward MC is awkward.

He not only appreciates how much time went into the gift (who knows how busy you are better than Lucifer?) but that you spent that much time thinking about him.

Mr. Acts of Service over here. Every stitch is something you did *for him*

You assume he’ll just leave it on the bed, and maybe, if you’re lucky, it’ll help you be the last thing he thinks of at night and the first thing he thinks of in the morning. 

Maybe he’ll smile when he sees it, and some of his weariness will lift.

Oh, if only you knew.

Mr. “Stern In Public” wraps himself around the pillow every night. Well. Every time he manages to sleep. Which, let’s face it, isn’t every night. 

But when he DOES sleep, it’s with that pillow. If he can’t sleep wrapped around you, this will have to suffice.

Finds he doesn’t sleep well when he travels, because he refuses to bring the pillow with him.

If asked, he says it’s because it’s not important.

But he just doesn’t want to lose it.

It’s too important to him.

Mammon

(Unromanced)

You’ve seen this boy’s room.

You’re not spending hours and hours and tons of money making him something.

You love the guy, but you’ve seen how he takes care of his possessions.

Most of what he owns is chucked aside when the next new-shiny comes along.

You know he loves you to bits and he’ll be careful with whatever you give him.

But “careful” has a different definition for Mammon than for some of the others.

So you knit him a hat. A trendy, slightly-too-small hat in black with a small yellow stripe on the brim.

You can use some lux yarn because, for a single-skein project, investing in cashmere or mohair or something isn’t too awful.

It looks really great on him - the fluff of his white hair, the small yellow stripe, then the wash of black as contrast. It makes his eyes pop and his skin look even warmer.

He wears it to a shoot one day and the photographer loves it

Now everyone wants one

But he has the only one because it’s handmade

Suck it, losers!

The Avatar of Greed finally has something everyone else wants that no one else can get!

(Romanced)

Yeah, you’ve seen his room. You’ve practically lived in his room. But you know he’ll be careful with anything you give him because he loves you. 

It would break his heart to have to ask you to fix something you made for him.

You know he’s going to suffer when you leave

You want him to know that you’re always there, even if you’re not *there*

So you knit him a sweater

A big, oversized sweater out of super soft chunky wool with tons of texture.

You finish it early so you can wear it around your room for a few weeks. On the rare nights you sleep alone, you sleep in it.

Again, get Solomon to enchant it.

Now it smells like you.

You wouldn’t notice, but a demon’s sense of smell is far stronger.

“I know it’s not, like, fashionable or anything. But it’s comfy and it can be…..a portable hug?”

His face turns red and he winds up stammering. Obviously. So he puts it on to avoid having to look at you.

Chucks it on over his tshirt. He immediately pulls the neckband back up over his face to take a deep inhale from the fabric.

He looks really cute in it

(He looks really cute in anything, let’s face it)

Might start crying.

Hug him pls.

Any night he feels lonely (which is most nights) he wears this sweater. Falls asleep in it half the time.

It really is like a hug, and the boy needs all the hugs he can get.

Leviathan

(Unromanced)

Out of all the brothers, Levi is the one who will appreciate STUFF. No matter what you make for him, he’ll love it. 

It’s limited edition! No one else has anything like this!

So this boy is getting crocheted plushies.

(They’re called amigurumi, and he’ll appreciate knowing that)

You make a mobile for his room

Hanging from it are little plushies of all his favorite sea creatures

Henry 2.0 is the biggest

But there’s a few jellyfish

A whale

You had to completely invent a pattern for a kraken, and it came out okay!

You had some extra yarn, so you made a few extra jellyfish

They get suction cups. 

Now he has jellyfish in his tanks and outside his tanks

Spends the next hour rigging up the mobile over his tub so he can see them before he goes to sleep and remember how much his true friend cares about him.

(Romanced)

This took….time to make.

You had to basically invent two patterns from scratch

There was a LOT of frogging.

And swearing.

When Levi opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper, there’s two crocheted figures

One of each of you

(The one of you may or may not be dressed as Ruri-Chan)

“You made these…..for me?”

Tell him you made ONE of them for him. You take the one of him and hug it, “This one comes with me. So I’ve still got you.”

(Don’t let him cry!)

(Too late)

Then you show him the best part - each figure has a magnet in one hand.

When they get close to each other, the magnets snap together and the figures hold hands :)

Even though the two amigurumi will be in two separate realms, those magnets will want to find their partner.

Levi is floored - this is just like something out of an anime! Like two halves of a locket or something!

He can’t even find words. Possibly not for the next hour or two.

But he makes the cutest little squeaks and the verbal equivalent of keysmashes.

Like Lucifer, he sleeps with your gift. But he also carries it around his room. It has pride of place on his desk, and he purchases a stand so you can sit with him while he games or does his online schooling.

He talks to it like he would talk to you, especially on busy days when you can’t actually talk to him on the D.D.D.

It eases the feeling that you left Devildom and forgot about him. Eases - just a little - the jealousy of every human in your world who gets to talk to you. Because none of THEM have a handmade you. Just him.

Satan

(Unromanced)

This guy is either the easiest one to make for, or the hardest.

Like, you could make him a stuffed kitty. Or knit him a tie. But he’s not a super sentimental guy (unless romanced) and, in the end, that’s just stuff. His room is FULL of stuff.

Soooooo, you take out your sewing skills and sew him a traditional Sherlock hat - the deerstalker one, the one that never was actually in the books, but is still associated with the character.

The most straightforward of the brothers, Satan is indeed touched that you spent so long making something for him and he tells you so.

Insists he’ll wear it when solving mysteries.

You laugh, but he actually does wear the hat when reading mysteries now. 

It reminds him of the trip to London - how he got to solve an actual mystery, save his brother, and see the sites with his friend.

(Romanced)

YouTube made it look so easy.

It’s just paper, right? Paper and thread and a needle. You can sew clothes and stuffed animals. How hard can it be to sew together pages to make a book?

Oh, my sweet summer child.

You considered actually pulping and making your own paper, but after the seventh ruined batch of signatures you’re grateful you talked yourself out of that one.

You also considered an actual leather binding, but go for boards and a more simple Japanese sewing technique. 

This project is the perfect thing to give to Satan - not just because it’s a book, but because making it is causing you SO MUCH RAGE.

Who needs firewood when you have the ruined attempts of your gift?

You may have thrown various attempts on the floor and stomped on them before chucking them in the fire.

It takes weeks but you finally get the book together. Now the REAL work can begin.

Every book the two of you read together. Every book you discussed. Every book you recommended to him. Every single one gets a page - a title, a date, and a discussion of your discussion of the book.

The book itself becomes a tour through your growing relationship.

While not as stern as Lucifer in public, Satan is also definitely fond in private - he’s completely unsurprised to receive a book as a present, but once he begins leafing through it, the semi-smug smile vanishes.

He looks shocked, and his hold on the book gentles.

His fingers run down the page, tracing your handwriting on a page particularly precious to him.

Speechless for a few minutes, he finally returns with only “I love it.”

Said so softly and sincerely that you can’t doubt his sincerity.

There are blank pages at the end and he begins to use them to document newer books he’s reading - ones he wants to discuss with you later.

Asmodeus

(Unromanced)

Good luck keeping your gift a secret!

Asmo loves craft and crafty things, so he’s always curious about what you’re making and fascinated with the process.

Probably helps with suggestions for the others, especially for a romanced brother (although WHAT you see in them is beyond him, after all, what can THEY have that Asmo doesn’t?)

Because he seems to pop up out of nowhere, he’s already seen his gift a few times. Thankfully, he thinks you’re making it for yourself.

Bonus, he’s whiny and jealous about it, and obviously wants it for himself. So, score. You know he’ll like it.

It seems simple; a pair of fingerless gloves in his signature hot pink. But the yarn is mohair lace (you’ve cursed at it many, many times for tangling on you) held double with merino/silk black yarn.

The gloves are lacy and airy, sensual and soft. They feel wonderful to wear, and look great with a majority of his outfits. 

He absolutely squeals and hugs you when he opens up the gift - the gift he was so jealous of! Of COURSE you were making it for him this whole time!

Wears them constantly. His Devilgram pics start having a lot of “what am I holding?” themes. Cups of coffee or hot chocolate. Someone else’s hand. A ticket for an absolutely fabulous play. And a LOT of peace signs and finger-hearts  :)

(Romanced) 

This one requires the cooperation - willing or not - of everyone in the house.

You start with your DDD. That’s easy enough.

Since you’ll need Sol’s help anyway, it’s easy enough to plunder the pictures on his phone, too.

The rest of the brothers you get, one by one. Belphie’s you steal while he’s sleeping, although you found nothing useful on it. Beel just lets you borrow his phone. You ask to borrow Mammon’s while he’s gambling and he doesn’t notice that it takes you an hour to give it back. Satan - the real photographer - must be taken into your confidence - you might need his help later anyway. But he’s particularly close to Asmo, and knows how to keep his mouth shut.

You stalk Lucifer for a few weeks. You ask Satan for advice. You consider asking Diavolo to just order Lucifer to hand over his phone.

Finally you just ask him for it.

Getting a hold of Asmo’s phone is the hardest bit. You have to wait until he’s deep in a spa day, hanging around in his tub with both a sheet mask AND cucumber slices.

Then you make off with his phone. And go through the photos.

His wonderful Devilgram-worthy pictures you ignore. You start looking for the ones that he rejected, but kept. The one where both of you cracked up laughing right before the photo snapped. The one where he dropped his hot chocolate and then stole yours.

The two of you in clay face masks and toe spacers? Yep. The one you took of him with super-wide eyes as he put on mascara? Definitely. Selfies of you two surrounded by his brothers, by Sol, by Simeon, even a few with Luke.

The one Satan took of the two of you dancing at one of Diavolo’s balls, so lost in each other that the rest of the ball might as well not exist? Of course.

You combine them with the ones taken by everyone else in the house.

Culling them for the best takes weeks. Because you don’t just want the ~~prettiest~~ pictures or the ones designed for social media.

You pick the ones with emotional meaning, ones of important events, but mostly you choose pictures of genuine laughter and affection. Ones that show how much the two of you love each other, and how much true friendship exists in the house. 

How much he’s not alone, and how much he is loved. How much the people around him appreciate him.

With Satan and Solomon, you gather and enchant a simple glass cube.

It displays these photos, gently lit up, like the digital picture frames in the human world.

“I want you to remember me,” you say quietly. “I want you to remember how much fun we’ve had, and how much I love you for you.”

Not gonna lie, Asmo cries.

The cube moves around his rooms depending on where he is - it’s by his tub if he’s taking a bath. It’s on his vanity when he’s putting on  his makeup. He credits it with helping his relaxation and makeup game.

It’s always on a nightstand by his bed before he goes to sleep. Sometimes he just lays on his back, puts the cube on his stomach, and watches memories float through it.

What you wanted - for him to remember that he’s loved for more than his sexual prowess - comes true. The pictures remind him of the life he has outside of a bedroom.

He starts spending more time with his brothers. He starts taking more pictures.

His followers appreciate the diversification in his content :)

He appreciates how much you love getting texts of those photos - the not-social-media-ready ones, but the REAL ones.

Beelzebub

(Unromanced)

I mean, you could just bake the guy a dozen cakes.

But then he’d eat them and they’d be gone.

And you can’t make him anything that looks like food, because he’d eat it.

You’ve finished your gifts for half of the brothers before you even figure out what to make for him.

And then it comes to you…..socks.

He’ll use them.

He won’t eat them.

They’re not the most interesting gift, but you’re running out of time.

You actually manage to find a pattern covered with colorwork triangles that mimic his usual shirt.

You get Satan to charm them for you - the problem with handmade socks is that they wear out FAST. Not anymore!

Beel LOVES them.

(To be fair, he’d probably love anything you gave him)

Once he knows they won’t wear out, they become his Game Socks.

Like most athletes, he becomes superstitiously obsessed with the socks, wearing them for absolutely every game he plays.

Is convinced they help him win.

(Romanced)

You encounter basically the same problem as above - what on earth to make him?

You want something that reminds him how much you love him, and it absolutely can’t be anything he could even be tempted to eat, because he’d never forgive himself.

You try a number of times to build a small tapestry loom, but that skill seems to be beyond you.

Finally you have to beg Lucifer to pick one up for you in the human world.

Once you get it, you’re off and running.

Now, just because things can’t look like food doesn’t mean it can’t be inspired by it.

Red yarn, the exact juicy red of an apple - but here, just an abstract circle. Mixes of pale cream, yellow, and red in a triangle - an abstract pizza slice. 

Those cookies Barbatos makes? There. The broccoli-cheddar soup you learned to make for her? Now just an orange blob with tiny green squiggles. And on, and on. 

And buried, scattered throughout, little woven hearts.

The hearts are made of slightly different yarn, puffier and thicker, so they stand out just a little bit.

In the end, you have a decent-sized wall hanging, full of texture and shapes that are just reminiscent enough of food to bring a smile to Beel’s face, but not enough to actually be worth eating.

He passes the hanging every day, and every day he brushes his fingers over the yarn or through the fringe; a physical reminder of you.

Belphegor

(Unromanced)

This guy is probably the easiest one to make things for.

Is it soft? Is it cuddly? Can he use it as a pillow? Can he snuggle it like a stuffed animal? 

Click “yes” on any of those questions, and you have a happy - well, a slightly less annoyed - Belphie.

Which is why you take this as a challenge. The easy answer - a pillow - is BORING. And the other easy answer - a blanket - would take WAY too much time.

So, like Levi, he gets a plushie.

But not just any plushie.

He gets a plushie of Lucifer.

Lucifer…..on a pastel unicorn.

Belphie starts cackling the moment he opens it, which is fair, because you laughed a fair bit designing and making it.

He starts leaving it where Lucifer can find it, then saying that the elder can’t do anything about it, because MC made it and there’s no way he’d want to harm anything made by MC.

Satan tries to steal it.

In the end, an “anonymous” Devilgram is created, dedicated to the “adventures” of this particular plushie.

It’s all fun and games until Diavolo wants one.

(Romanced)

Well, for your boyfriend, the time and effort involved in making a blanket is just fine.

You debate endlessly - comprehensive color scheme? Granny squares or stripes? How heavy?

You go with your gut instinct - this isn’t a boy who cares about color schemes or blanket styles.

(Just look at his clothes, seriously.)

He cares about one thing - comfort.

You find the softest, smushiest yarn you can, and a pattern you can tolerate working on for like 100 hours.

You go old-school; a granny square blanket like the ones that pretty much every person had thrown over the couch in the 70s and 80s. The perfect nap blanket.

Black… mostly black, with some bright accent colors. Kind of obnoxious accent colors, actually. You figure it’ll appeal to his (dubious) sense of humor. Also it’ll piss Lucifer off seeing it around the house, clashing with literally everything in the oh-so-perfectly-decorated Gothic interior.

This one requires….special enchantment.

A little bit of ritual, and that blanket will fold up into a tiny square; easy to carry from place to place.

Belphie is torn between wanting to carry it around everywhere, like his pillow, and to leave it in the attic room, always waiting for him.

Depending on his mood, he’ll do one or the other.

But no matter what, he also sleeps juuuust a little bit better under it, snuggled up under your love.

You make him the Lucifer plushie, too. It’s too funny not to :)

[pillow-anime-talk]

genshin month ; third day.

synopsis: You and your fiancé started spending less and less time together.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; mild angst; also fluff; sfw with suggestive ending

includes: female reader ft. albedo & sucrose {genshin impact}

author’s note: it’s time for some fucking angst but with happy end, friends.

You packed a delicious-looking breakfast into a special bamboo box, and then wrapped both the beautifully scented bento and the paper bag with chocolate cookies in a much larger piece of colorful fabric to make it all more convenient to carry. A proud smile graced your face as you turned to greet Albedo, whose footsteps you heard in the distance.

“Hello, darling.” You greeted him warmly and then felt a sweet kiss in the middle of your hot forehead. “Breakfast is on the table, and here, I packed your dinner. Please, eat it later, okay?” You added softly, touching his delicate skin on his cheek by your left hand, and the man nodded gently, after a while, however, nestling your body into his slightly larger and warmer. “Huh? Something happened?”

“Well... I know, I promised you that today we will spend some time together and go for a walk, but I will have to stay longer at work.” He confessed hesitantly, and you sighed under your breath.

“After all, you are our Chief Alchemist, I’m not really surprised. Has Jean commissioned you to do something important?” Curious, you asked, and he shook his head, which made you a bit confused. So you raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to answer you truthfully.

“Sucrose asked me to help her with alchemy, so I’ll stay with her a little longer to help her master some of the things.” He admitted calmly, and your expression becomes blank. Ah, right. You could have figured out that the reason for all of this is your fiance’s helper, Sucrose.

You moved away from his body, then sighed; nevertheless, a weak smile appeared on your face. Not very honest, but Albedo didn’t seem to notice it.

“It’s okay, love. Let’s go eat our breakfast. I made your favorite vegetable and mushroom omelets.”

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

Hours after Albedo left the house, you realized that you forgot to add a thermos with coffee to his large bento. You decided to quickly fix your mistake and prepared his favorite, strong drink. You also took some fresh fruit and packed it in a small cloth bag. On its front there was a beautiful bouquet that you had embroidered yourself a few days earlier.

Even though you were confused by the behavior of your lover, you couldn’t stop worrying about him. He was the most important person for you, he was your beloved second half, he was also the best human you have ever met, so you wanted to repay him for looking after you and making sure that nothing bad would ever happen to you. Albedo cared for you as best he could and you appreciated it like nothing else in the world. However, for a long time you have had the impression that this care and interest in you begins and ends in your shared home, where no one is looking, where no one is allowed to enter.

Your weekly walks around the city were a thing of the past, and you didn’t want to ask for them every time. Your ‘family’ lunches were no longer shared lunches, because you ate them alone while the twenty-two-years-old was in his lab or carrying out his missions. Your tenderness was limited to kisses on the forehead, and you missed kisses on the mouth, on the nose, on other parts of the body. Not to mention about long baths together or time spent in bed (not necessarily reading books, but something... more intimate).

Nevertheless, you weren’t particularly angry, maybe a bit disappointed, but you didn’t feel angry with your partner. The only thing you could feel at that time was your concern about whether Albedo takes care of himself and takes care of his daily menu or the right amount of water consumed throughout the whole day.

The road to the place where the young man’s laboratory was located took you less than twenty minutes. Along the way, you greeted the inhabitants of Mondstadt, who, seeing you, wished you a nice day and asked you to greet, quoting their words, ‘The Great Captain’. At the sound of their joyfull voices you smiled slightly, nodding your head and promising you would do it. And as soon as you got to the right place, you quietly entered the building. You wanted to say ‘Good afternoon’ to your loved one and green-haired teenager, but instead you almost felt that the bag of products falling out of your hands.

You knew Albedo cherished you and would never cheat on you, but it hurt to see him leaning forward next to Sucrose. It seemed that his lips were about to touch her cheek or temple, and it hurt as badly as any other form of cheating. He had so much fun with her and their alchemy, so many topics to talk about, from work to missions they were given, and you? All you two could talk about was only... Yeah, was what?

“Umm... Albedo?” Your peaceful voice spread over the fairly large room, and two people next to the wooden table looked up at your standing figure. “I forgot to pack your coffee in the morning... I’ll put it here and I won’t disturb you two anymore. Don’t overstraining yourselves, okay?” Your faint smile covered a broken voice and trembling lips. “Good luck with your work and study. Do your best.”

You quickly put the silvery thermos and colorful fruit on the dark cabinet, and just as quickly left the room. Albedo, seeing your figure disappearing, apologized to his assistant, and she nodded. But before the blonde alchemist left the room, Sucrose grabbed him by the black sleeve of his clothes and laughed shyly.

“Mr. Albedo, I don’t think I need any extra lessons today, though. We can arrange a different date. Will it be okay?” Her girlish voice reached his ears, and he mechanically agreed, breathing blissfully. “Thank you. Please keep Mrs. Y/N company tonight. I think she misses you really much.”

The knight wanted to answer, but instead he ran after you, catching you up almost at the exit of the brick building. He took your sad face slowly between his all, long fingers and you frowned.

“Why are you leaving? You’re always welcome here, darling.”

“I just don’t want to disturb you two, Albedo. I don’t fit here.” You admitted finely, and your gaze shifted to the mahogany panels under your feet. “Sometimes I wonder why you are with me. I don’t even understand alchemy, you can’t talk to me about it. You should... Maybe you should be with Sucrose? Or with another woman who shares your hobbies...?” You asked tenderly, and he opened his eyes wider, pulling your body into a warm embrace.

“I never thought of leaving you for someone else, dearest. Why are you talking about this at all? What happened?”

Your eyes met his deep blue orbs again, and you shrugged timidly.

“Currently, Sucrose is closer to you than I am. I thought you were bored with me. Moreover – I don’t thi...”

A precious kiss on your blueberry-tasting lips silenced your thoughts and at the same time caused a tiny blush on your both cheeks and ear tips.

“Sucrose is my successor, it’s true. But, my love. You are my future wife and you’re definitely more important to me than she is. Please don’t ever think that I will leave you for someone else. You are the best thing... no, you’re the best person that enter to my life and I love you very, very much. Also... Sucrose always asks about you and says she wants to be like you. Like someone who know how to cook or bake, sew clothes and plushies, make beautiful hairstyles like the ones on my head. She admires you as someone admires their mother. Sometimes I have the feeling that she would rather be your apprentice than mine.” He laughed cutely, and you looked at him in big surprise. After a short while, however, you nodded, resting your head on his smooth neck. “... I know I’ve been neglecting you lately and I’m ashamed of it, but now I promise to make it up to you. Therefore, let’s go home and tomorrow we’ll go for a walk to the lake or for a picnic.”

“Huh? But your job? Extra-curricular activities...? And what about...”

“Don’t think about anything. We’re done now so let’s go, dear. I have to show you how different you are from other people when it comes to my feelings.” Suddenly his mouth was right next to your left ear, and warm breath wrapped around your face. “And I don’t promise you’ll fall asleep tonight.”

“... A-Albedo!”

previous day ; aether ♡ next day ; keqing

[bullyhunter--69]

"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

[alby-rei]

Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps (Leonardo x MC)

Prompt: Leonardo doesn’t like to share, especially when it’s MC, and he’s noticed the lingering glances of some of the residents. Different scenarios have popped up since MC decided to live in Le Comte’s mansion with them, and Leonardo has made a permanent mental note of who to trust and who to absolutely, positively not trust when it comes to sharing her.

[Series] Post-Route Leonardo x MC

[Genre] Fluff, Comedy

[Warnings] None

1. {Leonardo & Napoleon (ft. Sebastian)}

“MC, would you mind waking up Napoleon for me? Normally I would take care of it, but I must finish cooking breakfast here,” Sebastian nodded towards the frying pan on the stove in front of him.

“Sure, Sebas. I’ll be right back.” I set down the tray I was holding and untied my apron before heading towards Napoleon’s room.

It sounded like an innocent request at the time.

I walked down the hall, mentally counting how many doors I passed by. I’ve made that a habit in order to keep track of who lives where. You’d think after a month of doing chores around Le Comte’s mansion, I would memorize these kinds of details by now.

I stopped in front of Napoleon’s door. The door was left ajar.

“Hm? It’s open?” I knocked lightly, calling out to Napoleon, but I heard no response.

I debated whether I should invite myself in or not, looking around for any sign of other residents that could enter for me. Nope, none. I slowly pushed the door open and peered inside, finding Napoleon comfortably huddled in his lavish master bed under his extremely comfy-looking blanket. I stood in front of Napoleon’s sleeping form; he laid on his side facing away from me. I took a deep breath, then slowly shook his exposed arm with my hand. I could feel his muscles flex under my touch, but he didn’t stir. So, I persisted.

“Napoleon… Napoleon… Sebastian and I made breakfast, come on before it gets cold.”

I was about to give up and leave when I heard shuffling, and Napoleon turned so that he laid on his back instead. His eyes remained closed, and he breathed deeply. Something tells me he’s awake and faking his sleep.

I crouched down to his eye level with a motherly expression that read, “I ain’t dealing with your shit, child, wake up already.”

“Come on, Napo.” I reached out to shake him again, but he suddenly grabbed arm and pulled me towards him.

I was caught completely off-guard when I felt his lips peck my cheek lightly. I pulled away with a yelp, but his grip was firm, holding me in place when I recoiled my head. His grip changed slightly, and he pulled me on top of him.

“Napo! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shhhh… Too loud in the morning. Let’s sleep together a bit longer,” he murmured.

Napoleon had me laying on my side at the edge of the bed with his arm slung around me like I was a stuffed plushie. My face heated up at the close proximity, especially since I didn’t know Napoleon that well just yet. Sebastian is going to kill me for taking so long...!

…Actually, does he know that Napoleon is like this in the morning? He must know since he keeps notes of these things in his prized notebook of random facts about the residents. Did he set me up?!

“Stop moving, nunuche, or else I’ll kiss you again.”

“Listen buddy, only Leonardo can use that threat on me, okay?”

A third voice joined in from Napoleon’s door.

“Hm?” It was Leonardo. Shiet. “Cara mia, shouldn’t you be making us breakfast?”

I could hear the drowsiness in his laughter, as he waltzed into the room until he stood where I was a minute ago. I couldn’t see him all too well from my current locked position in Napoleon’s arms, but I saw Leonardo’s expression shift from the corner of my eye.

“Leonardo, honey. This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.”

“Oi, Napoleon, what do you think you’re doing with cara mia?” Leonardo leaned over me to shake Napoleon out of his apparently very deep slumber.

Using the arm that was around my body, Napoleon pulled Leonardo towards him and pecked him on the lips. Leonardo withdrew away from him with a scowl as soon as their lips touched. A smirk etched its way on Napoleon’s sleepy visage, as he peeked an eye open at Leonardo. His jade green eyes appeared to challenge the pureblood to try to wake him up further.

Sighing, Leonardo stood up straight and started walking away.

“Leonardo? Where are you going?” He reappeared in my line of vision, but he stood at the opposite side of the bed.

Seemingly ignoring my question, Leonardo kicked his boots off and pulled the covers to sit on the bed.

“At least turn her around, so I can hold her, too,” Leonardo pouted, pulling the cover over his body.

Suddenly, I felt my world flip 180 in Napoleon’s arms, and I found myself stuck between both men. Leonardo grinned, pulling me towards him with his arm around my upper arm, turning me around to lie on my back. Sinking into the soft pillow, he made no effort to get Napoleon’s arm off of my waist. I was caged in a warmth that I enjoyed all too much. That, along with the extremely comfy-looking blanket, made me want to stay here with them for the rest of the morning.

“Guys… you’re making me drowsy again,” I whined lazily.

Leonardo closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, leaving no room for negotiation. I admired the serene look on his face as he slept. It’s not every day I get to see these men so peaceful and so child-like in their stubbornness. They’re so adorable, dammit.

I brought my hand up to brush the hair out of his face, and he caught my hand, kissing my palm and intertwining our fingers before bringing it back down to his side.

Eventually, I ended up drifting to dreamland alongside my sleeping beauties.

[Bonus Scene]

But before I actually succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, Sebastian did come to check up on me.

I found his mop of silver hair peeking through the door, calling out for Napoleon.

“Sebastian!”I whisper-yelled, craning my neck to look at him.

As soon as Sebastian opened his mouth to say something—probably reprimand me for taking so long— he paused in utter shock.

“Oh, haha, hey Sebastian, buddy ol’ pal, I swear this isn’t what it looks—”

Sebastian drowned out the sound of my voice, his eyes staring at the extremely comfy-looking blanket we were currently wrapped around.

I swear, if he even thinks about joining in, Imma jump out and slap all three of them.

But he didn’t. He just stood there. I wonder what’s going on in his head… A lecture? Punishment plans?

...Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s head...

Master Leonardo isn’t bothered by Napoleon’s presence next to MC. And Monsieur Napoleon is sharing his bed with others, which he was previously very protective of!! This is totally new, undocumented information. Darn it, why did I leave my notebook in my room?

Sebastian’s hand was inside his jacket pocket, but he came up empty. He decided to take mental notes, and he dipped out of the room with the utmost subtlety that I’ve associated with his character.

Which is to say, none at all. This man was tiptoeing out like the floor was marked with hidden lasers.

Alarmed by his lack of assistance, I called out, “H-hey, Sebby. Wanna help me out of… here? Oi, get back here! …Sebby? Hello? Y-you’re just going to leave me here?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you other chores to take care of later in the day!”

“Shhhh. Cara mia, let’s take a nap together,” Leonardo muttered in my ear.

The warmth of his breath on my ear spread to the rest of my body. Whining again, I relented, closing my eyes to focus on Leonardo’s sweet scent.

~Leonardo’s Verdict

Napoleon: Dependable, helps show cara mia's adorable side

Sebas: A homie, should give cara mia breaks more often

[baeklooming-day]

Meet me at the game arcade | Baekhyun

𓍢 Summary: There is this boy at the game arcade who is determined to win not only the plushie, but you together with it.

Masterlist

𓍢 Mini-playlist 💖 Moodboard by @kjikaila​

𓍢 Genre: 90s!AU, Fluff, Cheeky Baek is back (you know the thing!!)

𓍢 Word Count: 6.6k

𓍢 A/N: Big credit to my beloved Tokyo, because I used to hang out at game arcades after school and often cute boys could be found there. 😇

Purple-ish, violet-ish, even blue-ish looking twinkling beams were soaking through the two lonely, candy floss bearing resemblance to fluffish clouds which appeared to cover the city beneath for a little while.

It wasn’t even summer anymore, but the sun seemed to be in a mood to let the light spill on everything beneath, letting little sparkles of vitamin D play on the walls of buildings, shining through the glass in windows, gleaming on all these colorful advertisements plastered around the district and making it seem as if the city was floating in the glinting sensation, warm light reflecting all possible kinds and shades of beautiful lilac color palettes.

Usually, you wouldn’t be the one to appreciate a similar weather very much, but given that the last two weeks had been nothing but wholly rainy and generally anything but pleasant in terms of weather outside, you found yourself being happy to be able to welcome the prickling sunlight on your skin.

You rested your chin on your knuckles, slowly closing your eyes and letting a lazy smile fall onto your scarlet tinted lips. You considered yourself lucky enough that you usually managed to arrive in class before all of your classmates, given that in that manner you could always pick the best seat without having to rush through the hallways to reach the classroom and dash to your desired desk.

And today, after all those gloomy days soaked in cold raindrops and weighing dust grey clouds, you found your seat to be even more than perfect.

The classroom wasn’t big, it was actually way smaller than you would like it to be, but as if to recompense that it had really large windows. And large windows meant a lot of sunlight to pour into the room through them, an obvious fact of which you couldn’t be more content about as you sat comfortably in the penultimate seat right beside one of those windows.

You had stopped paying attention to the lesson for what already felt like a whole thirty minutes ago, the dancing sunbeams only making you feel lazier and also kind of sleepy, completely switching off your usual concentration. You continued letting your face bathe in the pleasant sun rays which, now playfully peeking through the glass were gracing the monotonous classroom in cheerful gold shimmers. Your thoughts in the back of your mind started to slowly mix together with your teacher’s soft voice speaking about the last pages of your Japanese lecture in the background of which, right in that moment, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care about.

Your classmates were surprisingly quiet today, and in that current state you would probably soon drift away into your own personal dreamland even further, if not the little vibration coming from your phone placed under your hand on your desk.

For a split second you almost got a mini heart attack as the sudden text message made your pastel purple Nokia 3310 let out some rattling sounds as it moved ever so slightly on the wooden surface of your desk. You looked around a little bit startled, hoping that nobody noticed the brief faint noise.

Pulled back into reality, you quickly slid the device behind your equally purple colored pencil case, unblocking the screen with a click of one button and checking the received SMS. You felt a wide smile spreading on your lips as you read the text, it being from your friend announcing to you that her classes ended earlier today, and that she would be waiting for you to join her outside by the school entrance.

As you threw a quick glance at both the clocks on your screen and on the wall above the door, you found yourself seriously envying your friend, because it looked just as if she was always getting the cooler and chiller teachers who were actually able to understand that on the last lesson on Friday the kids weren’t the most likely to sit still and obediently follow the lesson anymore. Also given that today’s schedule, just like every other Friday which was simply laughable in your honest opinion, was absurdly long. Your lessons extended from eight in the morning until past three in the afternoon, which compared to the earlier weekdays you just refused to acknowledge.

You let out a deep sigh as another long minute had passed on the clock, mentally begging the time or whoever or whatever might be in charge of time management in the universe to quicken it up a bit.

Almost fifteen minutes left until the long awaited, two days freedom, also commonly known as the weekend. Just like everybody else, you were always impatiently waiting for the last lesson to be finally over and to let you hang out with some friends, and do other longed for fun activities for which you unfortunately didn’t have any time during the normal school week.

Until just now, you had always been included in the casual hangouts at the mall with your wide group of school friends, in going to the theater to check out the latest movie releases, or meeting up at your, by now beloved, cute small diner to eat some cherry cakes which quickly became popular around the area. But as of recently, the loud ringing sound on Fridays which announced the end of the lessons and beginning of the weekend, totally changed its meaning for you.

You weren’t as thrilled as you saw the large advertisement for the opening of a brand new game arcade for the first time on your way home one day, but as soon as you and your friend Miko decided to quickly see what it was all about and peeked inside on the big opening day, you already knew that you would visit and spend your coins at that place much more often than anyone could even imagine.

It was one of the branches belonging to SEGA group, it wasn’t any super large game arcade but at the same time it also wasn’t the smallest you had ever been in.

It was just ideal, and managed to balance perfectly the two things which you used to be crazy about the most when you were a little younger.

With that being said, the new game arcade was divided into more or less two sections, one being filled with all kinds of games starting with The Legend Of Zelda and ending on Pokémon, Super Mario, and many, many more in between. The second section was a little bit different, but not less interesting, perhaps only overlooking the fact that most of the time it tended to be a lot more nerve-wracking than you could ever expect from its harmless and pretty appearance.

The free space was filled with all kinds of plushie and toy automats, the whole room being so eye-catching and colorful that it was almost impossible to just pass by without giving it a proper look. It had literally everything you could ever dream of, soft and lovely teddy bears in every possible color, dolls, game characters, manga figures, even little charms which you could attach to your keys or your bag.

Truly a magical place flowing with milk and honey, if not the one unnerving fact that very often it was literally impossible to get the doll you wanted out of the automat at first try. Of course, it wasn’t such a big deal given that one turn costed exactly one hundred yen which wasn’t a handful of money after all. But if you calculated all your losses and all your future, probably failed as well, attempts together, you were very likely bound to leave at least around one thousand yen at the game arcade for literally nothing in return.

Sometimes you couldn’t hold yourself back from wondering that maybe that was the secret of the success of game arcades, and that the companies designed the automats like that on purpose to always drop the toy before it could even reach the hole and land safely in your hands.

There were times where you would loose even more than a thousand yen in an attempt to win the plushie you wanted, almost throwing your wallet against the glass as it became always much lighter and lighter with passing of each failed round.

There were times like this at the very beginning of that arcade fever, but after a while you found yourself becoming always better and better at fishing out all those dolls and bears. As the time flew by, you also found your bedroom nearly starting to drown in all those soft joys of every childhood.

But you didn’t really care.

And as soon as you got a notice that there was a new plushie automat to be about to be installed in the game arcade, you just knew that you needed to try it out immediately with the first better opportunity.

Which just came perfectly today.

You almost let out a squeak of joy as the bell finally rang, announcing the long awaited end of the last Friday’s lesson.

You quickly collected all your belongings from your desk and your seat, swinging your lilac bag over your shoulder and rushing out of the classroom in the direction of the stairs.

Luckily enough, you managed to dash through the corridor and down the stairs before the crowds of other students could block you.

As you reached the exit of the school building, you saw Miko standing right in front of it, her back turned at you. She was lightly swinging to the left and to the right, probably listening to some music on her brand new MP3 player she’d been talking about lately.

A little mischievous smile fell on your soft lips as a marvelous idea popped up in your head.

You took a few steps forward, careful to be quiet but, considering the fact that the music in her earphones was probably blasting, you didn’t exactly need to. You slowly pushed the glass door open, sneaking up on her and swiftly throwing your hands before her eyes to cover them.

„Holy freak!” Miko let out a startled scream, gaining a muffled laugh from you. „Who’s this? Y/N?” She started to turn her head to one side and to another, making you chuckle even more at the sight.

„It’s me. Mario.” You said, still covering her eyes and trying not to laugh out loud, seeing that you were visibly in a great mood today.

„And I’m Luigi. Can I get my vision back now, please?” She said, placing her hands on yours and pulling them away.

„Do you have enough ready money for the afternoon?” You asked, moving to stand in front of her.

„No duh, I’ve got exactly ten of one hundred yen coins just for the occasion.” She held up her blue wallet for you to see, the sound of loose coins bumping into each other audible as she gently shook it. „And I’m not going to spend a single yen more today, last weekend was fly but I became poorer of a whole six thousand.”

You sent her a scrutinizing look. „And you really think that it will be enough? You know, I’ve already told you before that they have a new automat and stuff.”

„Yes, you have, but still. If I don’t get the doll I want after two tries, I’m bouncing. And I will play Super Mario for the rest of the evening.”

„As if! I know you Miko, you will get just as addicted as every other time.” You let out a laugh, grabbing your friend’s hand and pulling her forward together with you.

„No, I’m telling you!”

The two of you continued to chatter along as you walked in the direction of the game arcade. It wasn’t that much of a long walk, knowing that it was located just a few streets away from your school.

The sun had yet quite an amount of time to start setting, but as you walked between the buildings decorated with bright and colorful advertisements of all possible kinds, it started to throw even more beams which reflected all those purple, blue, and yellow colors, surrounding you with a fairy like atmosphere in the afternoon hours.

„You know, last time as I was in the arcade I asked which dolls will the new automat have, and they told me that it would be supposed to have teddy bears, and-” You talked, being completely caught up in your own bubbling excitement about the new gain in the game arcade.

„Teddy bears?” Miko interrupted your flowing thoughts. „Y/N, you’ve already got like, a whole room of teddy bears. Not mentioning that last time you won not one, but TWO identical Totoro plushies and a Sailor Moon doll, too.” She rolled her eyes, giving you a questioning look. „You own a whole load of them. A whole storage! I’m actually asking myself if there is anything in the entire arcade what you haven’t got at home yet.”

„Well, I mean, that new automat is supposed to have a panda bear plushie and a plain white teddy bear, so, you know, I need to enrich my collection with these two.” You said, reaching your hand to your bag to pull out your phone.

You failed to notice the small group of boys, more or less around your age, walking past you and directing themselves straight into the game arcade building which finally came into your view.

You were just about to answer a text message from one of your other friends, when you were rapidly pulled back into reality with a not so gentle nudge to your side.

„What-” You turned your head to your left to look at Miko, question marks visible in your eyes as you were met with your friend’s amazed expression. „What? Why did you stop all of a sudden?”

„Y/N, I think you don’t see what I’m seeing. Look.” She pointed her finger at some point in the distance, a little blush coloring her cheeks.

You followed where she was pointing, finally noticing the group of boys from earlier which you failed to see.

There were four of them altogether, standing before the open arcade entrance and talking eagerly. Two of them were really tall, whilst the other two were rather short in their height, but all of them were wearing plain white tees. Your eye caught one of the shorter boys, who as the only one among them was wearing a blue bomber jacket with white prints. He had what you would call a baby face, his features were soft, or at least you could observe that much standing a few meters away from him. His hair was of a chocolate brown color, and as his voice reached your ears, you had to admit that it sounded truly so smooth like velvet.

You felt your own two cheeks warming up a little, a sensation which you didn’t like even a bit, as the boy locked eyes with you, his wide smile immediately disappearing from his lips only to be replaced by an expression of awe.

You stood there completely frozen in your spot, clenching your purple Nokia in your hand and feeling slightly flabbergasted by the whole sudden situation, not really knowing what was going on.

The last thing you saw before you were harshly pulled back into reality once again, was the other three boys looking questioningly at their friend who’s eyes were fixed on you, soon the entire group looking right at you.

And then you heard it, the loud ‘ooooooh’, ‘damn’, and ‘oh my god’ followed by the three of them lightly hitting the shoulders of their friend, starting to shake him and becoming even louder when he didn’t react, instead still looking at you.

When you finally snapped out of the weird trance, you quickly turned to your side to Miko who was now covering her mouth to prevent the invasive giggles from escaping.

„Oh snap.” You only said.

„Y/N, THIS, this is exactly what I’ve been talking about.” She said. „You are always so immersed in the games that you totally fail to notice all those cute boys being around!” She almost exclaimed the last words, stomping her both feet on the ground repeatedly, for some reason visibly excited.

„Well that was hella weird.” You said, still trying to process what had just happened. „Do you know them?”

„Um, well, I mean-” She started, now her being the one to grab your hand and pull you forward. „I keep my eyes always wide open, you know. And I just happened to see them at the game arcade the last time we were there. That hottie in a blue jacket seemed to have taken an instant liking to you back then already, but we bounced out too quickly for them to approach us.” She blabbered, instantly becoming a thousand times more cheerful than before.

The two of you were coming always nearer to the entrance of the arcade, and what followed always nearer to the group of boys who, now noticeably quieter, were still standing in their spot.

With your left hand still being held by Miko and your right hand still holding onto your phone, you tried your best to avoid the gaze of the said boy in a blue jacket as the two of you continued moving closer to the entrance.

What was his deal anyway?

„You know what Miko, did you take a good look at them when you said that you saw them before?” You asked your friend, feeling your cheeks heating up once again as you accidentally locked eyes with the boy one more time. „I mean, maybe from a close up they’ll be total monets.” You added, not even knowing what you were trying to convince yourself about, because as you came always closer you had to admit that the said group were even better looking from up close.

„Awe, Y/N, always the negatory. I’m sure they’re not some scrubs too, though. Besides, just look at them now.” She said, an ounce above a whisper. „They could totally be in a boy group with those looks.”

And unfortunately, you couldn’t deny, as with every following step you were getting a more detailed view, as well as you were feeling more and more being practically eaten by those two dazzling eyes which didn’t leave you even for a brief moment.

You just wanted to get inside the arcade and concentrate yourself on the new plushie automat, not on dealing with some random group of boys who apparently enjoyed staring at girls way too much for your liking.

That was right, as said it was too much for YOUR liking, but Miko didn’t seem to mind at all.

Even the whole opposite, she seemed to be having the time of her life, particularly when the other shorter boy with big cat-like eyes sent her a dazzling smile.

„Oh snap, oh snap, oh snap, did you see that, Y/N, I think I forgot how to breathe.” A scarlet blush spread on her cheeks, whilst she nervously squeezed your hand. „That guy is literally so handsome.”

„Girl, Miko-” You started gently, but as you looked at her frozen in her spot with literal hearts in her eyes, you knew she was already gone to make some lovey-dovey unthinkable scenarios in her head.

You talking wasn’t probably going to do much anyway, but you needed to snap her out of it.

You tried to gently pull her with you and finally enter the arcade. „Miko.”

Nothing.

„Miko-”

Still nothing, and as you threw a quick glance at the boys, you saw that the one with big eyes was continuing to unceremoniously smile at your friend, meanwhile she was returning all those candy smiles.

What was it, a smiling contest?

No, you thought, that was completely stupid.

„Miko, I swear-” You snapped your whole arm into the direction of the entrance to bring her attention back to the arcade a little too harshly, forgetting that you were still holding your phone in that hand.

In the result, your phone was sent flying out of your hand all the way across the sidewalk which separated the two of you from the group of boys, before you could do anything to stop it.

You watched in terror as it ended its small flight right in front of the boy in blue jacket, landing with a loud thud on the ground by his feet.

„MY NOKIAAAA!!” You yelled, not caring at all about the other people around who were now giving you weird or startled looks.

„Y/N-” Miko seemed to finally notice what was going on when you let go of her hand, and started to take large steps closer to the boy to collect your phone.

You could clearly see it as his face immediately lit up and his eyes rapidly fell on your purple Nokia laying on the ground, apparently an idea coming to his mind.

„For the love of-” You mumbled through your teeth, as you watched him bend over to pick up your item. „... all the snaps given.”

You let out a low sigh as you ruffled your silky hair with your hand, starting to finally walk into the direction of the boy, being extra careful not to accidentally lock eyes with him once more.

You had always been that exact type of person who wanted to avoid any unnecessary interaction with other people, in particular if you had other, significantly more important plans ahead of you and didn’t want to lose your time.

That could be an issue right now, you thought to yourself as with every step closer to him his smile grew wider, not even trying to conceal it.

„Um-” You started, as you stood right in front of his frolic face. „That would be mine.” You said, raising your finger up to point at your phone.

Your eyes quickly fell on the purple surface and the screen, trying to thoroughly inspect if any possible damages had been done by the fall.

The boy seemed to notice the visible concern im your eyes, letting out a soft, melodic chuckle whilst handing your Nokia to you. „I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” He said. „This model is practically indestructible. Lasts longer than most relationships.”

His remark made you raise one eyebrow at him, squinting your eyes ever so slightly whilst you retrieved your phone. „What a nice comparison. And you’ll be speaking out of experience, I assume?”

You were absolutely sure that your unpleasant comeback would make him immediately not wanting to continue to talk to you, but to your surprise you couldn’t be more wrong. Instead of a sign of dislike, you could make out a sparkle of fondness shining even brighter in his brown eyes.

Weird, you thought.

“No, I’m not.” The boy replied, smiling contentedly. “I was actually quietly hoping that mine would outlive any model of Nokia 3310.” He added, giving you a smile sweeter than the previous one.

In response, you merely granted him a brief look before taking a step away, intending to finally enter the arcade. “Good luck with that.”

Trying to completely conceal the awareness of his glowing presence still behind you, you quickened your pace, basically dashing through the open doors to the inside of the colorful arcade and not even bothering to wait for Miko anymore.

As soon as you went inside you were met with a lot of frolicsome lights and sparkles, the small alleyways between all sorts of games being flooded with light coming from the screens of game automats, each one of them showing the start menu of a different popular game on the lambent display.

It didn’t take you too long to find the longed for, newest, totally polished and even more so inviting plushie automat which has been continuously on your mind this whole time, basically calling out your name to you as soon as you finally came to a view of it.

It was lovely, appearing even more so enthralling to you in real life than as it did on the mere advertisements plastered around the arcade.

Without losing a single minute, you took your wallet out of your bag and took a large step closer to the automat, your eyes stopping on every plushie trying to decide which one to go for.

Finally, they stopped on a cute small panda bear which instead of being just plainly black and white, was purple and white.

That was the one.

You opened your wallet, taking one shining coin of one hundred yen worth.

Just as you were about to throw it into the automat, you were startled by a sudden familiar voice coming from right behind you.

“Hey home skillet, why did you run off like that?” Miko materialized herself next to your ducked down figure, leaning on the glass of the plushie automat.

You looked up at your friend, feeling a little guilty for doing so. “My bad? But I really didn’t want to talk to that dude in a blue jacket.” You murmured, bringing your attention back to the purple panda.

Miko scrunched her nose, letting out a loud sigh. “Why are you always rejecting all the sweet boys? He even picked up your phone for you, come on.” She said, before startling you again with a sudden squeak. “BUUUUT! Y/N-” She started, covering her mouth to prevent the next invasion of uncontrollable giggles from escaping, jumping up and down in her spot and causing her black soft locks to slide on her forehead. “ That hottie with those big eyes. Oh my god Y/N. I actually talked to him just now, and guess what he told me.” She paused for a brief moment, only to let out another squeak. “His favorite game is also Super Mario! And he asked me if I wanted to play it with him today, oh my god, Y/N.” Miko was breathing so quickly, that as you looked up at her once again, you started to become honestly worried if soon she would start to hyperventilate.

“And I assume you said yes?” You asked, but you already knew the answer anyway.

“Of course! I mean, did you see him? A model!” She answered.

“So you plan on leaving me all alone here?” You asked. “Are his friends still here?” You added, carefully peeking from behind the plushie automat you were still ducked down by.

Your eyes widened in terror as you sneaked a look and spotted the group walking down the aisle.

“I won’t leave you! But just let me have this one? You know how much I would love to get a proper date!” She replied, throwing longing looks in the direction of the boys. “And Y/N, if that blue hottie comes to talk to you, please be nice.” She added quickly.

“Miko, do you perhaps know something that I don’t know?”

“What? Noooooo, not at all, what makes you think that?”

You let out a small sigh, rolling your eyes at your friend. “Whatever.”

You brought your attention back to the display with all the plushies inside, finally inserting the coin into the automat and starting to try to fish out the purple panda bear.

You were still sensing a presence next to you, so thinking it was just Miko who hasn’t left yet, unbothered and completely oblivious, you continued to give all your concentration to the little plush bear you already almost had clasped.

Just as the bear was nearing to fall into the designed hole and right into your hands, the metal claws let it go in a trice, in effect the bear bouncing back, away from the hole.

Unbelievable.

A soft snicker reached your ear, so without even caring to turn your head you just rolled your eyes again. “Very funny Miko, you know that it usually never works at the first try very well yourself.” You said, taking out another one hundred yen coin to insert and try again.

“Sometimes it does.” Said a velvet like voice.

You immediately snapped your head to the left, your eyes widening one more time as you realized that it wasn’t Miko standing next to you, but the boy in a blue jacket.

You involuntarily squinted your eyes at him, looking up. “You again.”

He seemed to be completely immune to you not being the nicest, instead jumping straight into any normal conversation you would usually have with a friend.

Out of all people, and out of all days, why you and why today?

Guess you would never know.

“Your name is Y/N, right?” The boy asked. “Your friend with the black hair told me when we were still outside.” He continued, his melodic voice filling the space between the two of you, for some unexplainable reason making you kind of distracted and causing you to drop the purple panda once again, failing at the second attempt to win it.

You sent the boy a heavy glare. “And your name is...?”

“I’m Baekhyun.” He replied with a sweet smile.

You decided to ignore him, taking the already third coin out of your wallet and inserting it again.

“What are you about to get?” Came yet another soft question.

“The purple panda.” You replied briefly.

Baekhyun’s eyes left your figure for a transient while, to fall on the plushies inside the automat. “Well, guess what I would be about to get?” He said.

“On my nerves.” You murmured quietly, but loudly enough for him to hear.

You weren’t looking at him anymore so you obviously couldn’t have noticed it, but even when he received nothing but snarky replies from you, the boy was all smiles with little dazzles dancing in his brown eyes. “I actually hoped that I would get on your calendar.” He said, giving you a winsome smile as soon as you graced him with your attention again. “On a weekend when you’d be free... Or after school...” The cheekiness audible in his soft voice just seconds ago wasn’t as strong as it was anymore as he said these words.

In the result to his question, you scrunched your nose, looking up at him. “You don’t even know me. You’ve literally seen me one single time.” You said.

The moment you said that, you observed as the cheeky look fell back on his soft features. “Dante wrote forty two chapters of a whole opera for Beatrice after he saw her one time on the street, so I think I would be reasonably justified to ask you out like that.” He smiled at you in the most candy smile anyone could probably ever master.

What in the world?

“You know Dante? Are you into literature?” You asked, a little flabbergasted and surprised, knowing that most of the boys your age weren’t particularly interested in the art of similar old literary works.

That was definitely new.

“I like art in general.” Baekhyun said.

“So, how do you feel about art?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Baekhyun’s eyes seemed to have a whole million of sparkles dancing in them as he replied. “Well, I think you are really cool to talk to.”

Wait-

“What the freak man.” Was the only thing which you managed to say after you connected the dots of what he was really referring to.

This boy surely was having the time of his life right now.

You brought your attention back to the plushies, trying to suppress a muffled quiet scream which threatened to leave your lips because, even at the third try, the purple panda was dropped back into the soft pile of other plushies as if totally mocking you and your efforts to win it.

You aggressively grabbed the ziplock of your wallet, practically snatching a new one hundred yen coin and slamming it into the automat, determined to win it this time.

In that moment, it was a serious matter of life and death for you, and being completely focused on that one thing before you, you were also still completely oblivious to your surroundings.

If only you knew how your small act of chagrin to the automat and throwing the coin inside in a total state of fury made Baekhyun’s heart melt even more for you, thoughts of how cute you were flowing through his mind.

“How many more times are you going to try this?” He asked.

“You know, I’m actually really good at this. Today just doesn’t seem to be my best day.” You replied, without giving him one look.

The claws clasped around the purple panda once again, lifting it up and sliding slowly to the direction of the hole, through which you really hoped it would finally fall out this time.

“I already own a whole room of plushies and dolls I won in the arcade, so this should be no sweat.” You added.

“Well that’s phat.” Baekhyun said, his voice always sounding like a smooth velvet which, for some reason was becoming always more difficult to ignore for you.

“I know.” You said. “But I’m totally buggin’ right now.”

You watched the purple panda hanging just above the destined hole, being completely sure that you would finally win. You threw a content look at Baekhyun next to you, resting your elbows on the automat. “It’s already falling, you see? I’m da bomb. All that and a bag of chips-” You interrupted mid sentence, when to your downright disbelief the panda was let loose into the hole, only to somehow bounce out of it right back into the pile of other plushies, leaving you at the fourth failed attempt of winning. “You sick piece of-” You said through your clenched teeth, clutching your wallet in your hand and trying to stay calm.

You threw a murderous look at the automat, then glanced back at the wallet held in your hand before opening it again and taking out the fifth coin, throwing it into the automat without thinking twice.

You quickly guided the claws to grab the purple panda, but then again, as if to totally make fun of you, it was let dropped back into the pile. “Son of a SCONE.” You said, very lightly hitting your small fist on the glass.

You were brought back to reality by the same velvet voice which was distracting you just moments ago. “Y/N.”

“What.”

“You haven’t given me an answer yet.” Baekhyun said softly. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“No.” You replied.

“You are being so mean today.”

“I’m mean everyday.” You added, standing up from the position you were in this whole time. “You have a really unusual way of approaching, you know?”

“Well, everyone has their own ways. And everyone has their own idea of perfection.” Baekhyun said, looking right into your eyes. “Mine just happens to be you.”

You shot him a tired look. “What the freak.” You said. “Listen, um-”

“Do you know what bees make?” He suddenly interrupted you with this random question.

Without even thinking too much, you simply replied. “Honey?”

You watched as his eyes lit up again. “Yes, dear?”

You were left there completely done with the world as it was and speechless, just standing before him and looking at his smiling, glowing face, visibly happy with his own lines.

Why wouldn’t he just give up?

You didn’t even know anymore what to say to him, seeing that apparently he had a comeback line ready for each and every of your attempts to shove him away.

“You are impossible.” You said.

You observed as Baekhyun’s eyes quickly wandered to the plushie automat and as he bit his lip, another idea visibly coming to his mind. “Will you please say yes if I win that purple panda for you?” He asked, his brown eyes full of glinting hope.

“I would like to see you try. If I couldn’t win this, you won’t be able to either.” You replied.

“If you’re so sure about it, then just agree?” He said, a little smile still visible on his lips.

You crossed your arms on your chest, him instantly mirroring your gesture. “Fine. And if you fail, you will stop asking me out.” You said. “Three attempts.” You held up three fingers.

“Fine.” He said, holding up a shining one hundred yen coin before putting it into the automat.

He ducked down in the spot in which you were previously, laying his left arm on the free surface and lazily resting his chin on it, his right hand managing the little controller on the automat, effortlessly.

In complete and utter terror, you watched as the purple panda bear successfully fell into the hole right away, soon swiftly falling out of the automat straight into Baekhyun’s hands.

You couldn’t help it but let out a gasp of shock.

“No.” You whispered shaking your head, not believing that he just got it at the first try, because how probable could it even be?

“Yes.” Baekhyun held up the purple panda, flashing you the brightest, happiest smile you have seen on him that day. “I told you, sometimes it does work at the first try.”

You just stood there, not able to say a word, still looking at him in a complete disbelief.

Again, how probable could it be?

“I, um-” You really tried to say a full normal sentence, but it seemed like even the language decided to sabotage you today.

Before Baekhyun said anything else, he gently placed the panda in your hands, in the result his fingers softly brushing yours, may it be on purpose or just accidentally. “Please just say yes?”

As much as you despised this whole thing, you were a girl of your word, and you made a deal.

Which you obviously lost, now that you were holding the purple panda bear in your hands.

Even so, looking at Baekhyun’s dazzling brown eyes, you still wanted to give him the benefit of doubt, even though you were perfectly aware that it was pointless at this stage.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he quickly interrupted you before you could say even one word. “You won’t regret it.” He added, a little faint plea visible in his eyes as they looked at you.

You felt one corner of your mouth slightly lifting in a half smile. “What if I will?” You asked, meeting his chocolate gaze.

“You won’t.” He quickly said. “Just give me a chance to win you over.”

He asked you for a chance, but deep down you started to feel that he already was winning you over with his impossible sweetness and persistence.

But that was something which he didn’t need to know right now, was it?

You held the panda plushie closer to yourself, burying your face in it for a brief moment to hide the bubblegum blush which was shamelessly spreading on your dewy cheeks totally against your own will.

“I like onigiri with umeboshi filling.” You said. “And dark mocha.”

A honey-dripping smile fell on Baekhyun’s lips as his chocolate eyes traveled across every feature on your face. “What an unusual pair.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips and eyes.

“If you want to date me, you need to be prepared for weird combos like that.” You said, facing away as you felt the blush becoming stronger, your entire cold barrier finally giving in into the charm of his smile.

“I’m thrilled to know more.” He grinned winsomely.

And who would think that when you left the game arcade, you would have gotten your plushie and a cute boy together with it?

Undisputedly not you.

But sometimes, sometimes the universe put things on your way, things which you would least expect to cherish the most.

Author’s End Note: Thank you for reading! Remember to REBLOG if you liked it! Also, I tried to build in some classic ‘90s phrases into dialogues, so let me know if I did well or not!! 💖 Maybe it won’t be the end of the ‘90s AU. 💜

[waiting-for-motivation]

cariño

spanish for love, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, honey, sunshine, darling

summary: Diego invites his siblings to his apartment because he wants them to meet his girlfriend (and his cat). During dinner the Hargreeves siblings discover how soft and loving their brother can be.

request: Fic about Diego and the reader dancing and laughing and messing around and all his siblings spying on him and watching him having fun and being happy he found someone who loves him. ~ anon

+ Fic about being Diego’s gf and meeting his siblings at a family dinner. And they see how soft and happy he is around the reader. Thanks boo. ~ anon

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: fluff, Diego is really soft, A CAT!!!

words: 1113

a/n: I hope you enjoy it :)) (I don‘t speak spanish so if I made a mistake, tell me!)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Diego enters the messy kitchen and wraps his arms around his girlfriend once he reaches the stove she is currently working on. He buries his face in her neck and kisses a trail from her free shoulder to her ear. Diego just woke up because he was up all night doing his vigilant job and saving lives. Of course, he is still sleepy.

“Come back to bed. We can order something tonight. My siblings wont care, I promise“, Diego tries to convince (Y/n) to stop cocking and baking. The man isn‘t even sure if their guests will actually come. It‘s not like he is important to the Hargreeves siblings.

“No, we can‘t. I want to make them to feel at home here, more at home than they ever felt at the academy. And I don‘t want them to hate me“, the female explains and starts to stir some kind of soup. (Y/n) turns her head so that she can place a kiss on Diegos pouting lips.

“No one could ever hate you, baby“, the man whispers in her ear when she turns back to the stove. With a grin on his lips Diego nibbles at her earlobe, making the female giggle.

Four hours later all the food is made and the kitchen is clean again. Diego walked back to bed after he realized that he wouldn‘t get his girlfriend out of the kitchen soon. His nap gets interrupted by (Y/n) trying to figure out what to wear.

Diego crawls over the bed to eye his half-naked girlfriend closer. He watches her get dressed and admires her gorgeous body with and without clothes.

“Stop staring, pervert“, (Y/n) giggles and throws a dark red shirt at her boyfriend, covering his whole face with the fabric. “Get dressed. Your siblings will be here soon“, she reminds him and sits down on the bed next to him. She starts to tousle his hair which got longer the last few months.

“Don‘t remind me of that“, Diego sighs and gets up to take a trouser from the cabinet. Slowly, he puts on his clothes. Purposely, he lets the shirt fall over his tights and then turns to his girlfriend. (Y/n) stood up while he buttoned his shirt up. With a grin she tucks the end of his dark red shirt into his trouser.

Hardly that her hands left his trouser, Diego wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her up so that her legs no longer touch the ground. He swirls her around and both laugh, filled with so much happiness at this moment.

“I think I need to throw up“, a young voice says and startles the couple. While Diego presses his girlfriend against his body, her feet still in the air, he pulls a knife and throws it at the interrupter. In the last second the knife curves past the face of a boy and bores itself into the wall. (Y/n) sighs.

“What happened to no knives during the family dinner?“, the female asks a bit annoyed and finally stands on her own after Diego set her down. He doesn‘t even mind his girlfriends words. His brown eyes are focused on his siblings.

“Five let us in“, Vanya explains. All of the Hargreeves siblings seem to be nervous and anxious too. The tension disappears the moment a cat enters the bedroom as if it‘s his own. Cariño cuddles his way through the legs of the visitors until he reaches Diego.

“Well then...let‘s go to the living room“, (Y/n) says as she picks up the cat and presses it against Diegos chest. She looks at him as if she would like to say: Your cat, your responsibility.

Soon, all of the Hargreeves siblings are sitting around the table in the living room. Cariño is currently sitting on Klaus‘ lap. He was already greeting Vanya and Five, the others will be cuddled later.

Diego sets the last bowl of food on the table, and they start to eat. At first, silence fills the room but then the siblings as well as Diegos girlfriend start to get each other better.

“When we were ten he hid every piece of my clothing in one night. I never found my favorite skirt thanks to him.“

“Don‘t forget the one time he murdered all of my plushies with his knives!“

“What about the time he stole dads monocle?“

Laughter fills the living room and the people in it feel more comfortable and at home. Even Diego laughs although his siblings make fun of him. Cariño is sitting on his lap while he holds hands with his girlfriend under the table. The soft touch helped him calm down at first, but now it‘s just feeling their shared love.

“I would have never taken you for a cat-person, Diego“, Allison says as the cat walks from lap to lap and finally cuddles against the female. It makes her lips form a smile.

“Well, I found him in an alley injured and scared. He probably was a stray“, Diego tells and watches his sister pet Cariño. Allison starts to caress the cats broken ear which makes him purr.

After a few more minuten in which everyone agrees on how cute Cariño is and that Diego got a softie, the man stands up and starts to clear up the table. (Y/n) wants to help him, but he shakes his head and places a hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead. Then he snaps his fingers and Luther, Klaus and Five help him.

“What did you do to our brother?“, Vanya asks. If there wouldn’t be a smile on her lips, Diegos girlfriend would have thought that she was mad at her.

“What do you mean?“, (Y/n) asks with a confused expression and watches Cariño jump from Allisons lap. He walks under the table and presses his head again and again against (Y/n)s legs.

“He is so...soft“, Allison explains and looks up startled when the men return.

The group decides that they should continue their conversation on the couch. The moment (Y/n) wants to stand up, Diego is already at her side and picks her up bridal style. Together with his love in his arms, the man walks to the armchair and sits down with her on his lap. Cariño follows them a little jealous.

The Hargreeves siblings watch their brother and his girlfriend cuddle in the armchair and happy smiles appear on their lips. They are happy that Diego is happy finally.

[nightshade-minho]

Nightmare (1)

Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut.

Suggestiveness, making out, eventual smut.

fake dating!au, college!au, roommates!au, best-friends to lovers!au.

(There are 13 parts to this fic, and they're all linked in my masterlist.)

You’d known Lee Minho since the two of you were in kindergarten.

The story of how you met involves macaroni necklaces, messy finger paint and the teacher scolding you for getting Minho covered in glue and sequins...something which Minho took the blame for almost immediately.

Ever since then, you’d known Minho would always be there for you, the light in your life when everything else felt wrong or unsafe. He was there for you when you fell sick, sitting by your bed and reading you Harry Potter fanfiction. He was there for you when you had your first kiss with a guy named Matt who told the whole school you were a tramp...and he was there for you when your first boyfriend of eight months dumped you for a blonde with daddy issues.

He was the one constant in your life. The one thing you knew would never change, the one person you knew you could trust with your life.

Which is why right now, you almost wanted to throw up. Cause there he was, pressing a redhead against the wall, the two of them heavily making out. His hands were on her ass, hers were slung around his neck. The sounds of the partying college students around you became nothing more than a buzzing sound in your ear, as you tried to blink the tears back. So...this was why he had texted you to say he couldn’t make it for Movie Night.

It wasn’t quite the fact that your best friend was currently sticking his tongue down some random girl’s throat....no. It’s the fact that he’d blown you off to attend this sleazy frat party. Perhaps the Minho you thought you knew was just a figment of your imagination. Maybe this was what he had been all along.

You turn around, pushing through the crowd as you search for the exit. If you had to stay there for one more second, you would probably puke.

As you finally managed to get to your bicycle and get back to the apartment you shared with him, you sighed.

Minho had always had a lot of things in common with you. It was why your friendship worked so well. All throughout high school, he’d been the perfect best friend. The two of you were in your own little impenetrable bubble, spending time with only each other. Afternoons consisted of dance parties, sing-offs and Disney movies. Halfway through high school though, you started noticing the slight changes in his behavior. How he actually seemed to enjoy the girls ogling him when he was dancing in the practice room, even though he wouldn’t admit it. How he started attending parties, and how he liked being the center of attention. Afternoons now consisted of booze and getting ready for parties, where there would be more booze.

And that’s when you realized that you and Lee Minho had one fundamental difference, and that was his confidence.

He was so self-assured, unfazed by opinions. You on the other hand, succumbed to criticism a lot more easily.

Of course people started talking about you too when Minho got popular.

“Who’s that girl he hangs out with all the time? I don’t think I even know her name.”

“Do you think they’re dating?”

“Hah! He’s way out of her league. They’re childhood friends or some shit. But you girls don’t need to worry, she isn’t a threat or anything.”

“Yeah. He would never go for someone so...mundane.”

There was the word. Mundane. That’s what people thought you were. The truth is, you had a lot to offer...a lot to show the world. However, living in Minho’s shadow made that difficult.

And now, as you cycled along, the image of him making out with that girl played over and over in your head. When did it all go wrong? When did Minho turn from your loyal best friend to a popular fuckboy who only hung out with you for old times’ sake?

When college rolled around, you two decided to get an apartment together, since all the dorms were full and there was no one else you trusted enough to live with. And for a while, things felt like old times. Living with Minho...sharing a home? It all felt right somehow. And that...that’s probably when you realized you were in love with him.

In between all the partying and fucking that Minho did, he would spend time with you. You’d watch movies together, bake, he’d dance and you’d watch, you’d play guitar and he would listen intently, his eyes closed...unaware that every song you wrote was meant for him.

•••

You’d been living with him for 2 years now. Approximately 730 days of knowing you were in love with your best friend, while being painfully aware of your unreciprocated feelings at the same time.

Could anyone blame you? Yes, he was handsome. The hordes of girls following him around proved that to be accurate. Yet none of them knew about his little quirks and habits- like the way he stayed up till 3 AM...meaning you had to kick him awake every morning. His habit of excessive blinking, his weird laugh and unhealthy obsession with anything feline...all of them did nothing but make you fall for him deeper.

You put your bike in the shed, making your way to the apartment.

You knew he was a little bit of a player ever since he hit puberty, but you’d never actually seen him with another girl. None of his sexual escapades took place in the apartment you shared with him. This place was yours and Minho’s only- no one else was allowed to encroach the space.

You unlocked the door, greeted with a sad, empty apartment. You removed your jacket, throwing it on the sofa and making your way to your room.

You wanted to take a shower, feeling filthy after all the things you’d witnessed at the party. So you stripped, and stepped under the scalding hot water...washing away the sweat and tears...and wishing you could wash away your feelings.

Once you were done, you went through your drawers to find an oversized shirt, only to see a big, black spider make an appearance.

The scream you let out was embarrassingly shrill, and you were glad no one was around to hear it. Minho was the one who usually took care of bugs, but he was, unfortunately, elsewhere.

You gathered the shirt, your underwear and your puppy plushie Gyu before quickly running out of your door and locking it. You leaned against the wall and tried to regain your breathing.

The only choice you had right now was to sleep on the sofa...but then you remembered how Minho’s room was currently unused.

Fuck it. By the looks of the way he was groping the girl back at the party, he was most definitely not coming back tonight.

You opened Minho’s bedroom door carefully, surprised at how clean it was. You lowered yourself onto his bed and wrapped yourself in the blankets, hugging Gyu close to you, imagining for a minute that it was your annoyingly charismatic best friend...and slapping yourself for that immediately.

Sleep overtook you quickly, your dreams plagued with him.

•••

Meanwhile...a certain Lee Minho happened to recall his appointment with his best friend just as the redhead kneeling in front of him was about to unzip his jeans.

He stepped back just as she leaned forward, frowning.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked, eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, but I just remembered I have this other thing I really have to be at...uh, what’s your name again?”

“It’s Rina, asshole! And fuck you.”

Minho smirked, before opening the door and leaving. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

Yes, he was aware that this was a total asshole move, but at the same time he knew how disappointed and hurt you would be if he left you hanging...and that’s something he didn’t want to deal with.

And that’s how he ended up back home, sighing as he found the front door unlocked. One of these days, your carelessness would probably be the reason for an untimely death.

He pushed open the door and locked it behind him, surprised to find the living room dark and empty. The sofa was illuminated by the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, a lone jacket resting on top of it. He groaned as he noted the stack of DVDs and untouched snacks laid across the coffee table.

Carefully he made his way to your room and knocked on it. As seconds of silence stretched by, he pushed the door open slowly, only to find it as empty as the living room. Weird. Were you not home?

Confused, Minho shrugged and turned around to go to his room. Maybe you’d gone out for an evening walk or something, and would be back soon.

Of course, when he opened his bedroom door, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. Cause there you were, cuddled up in his blankets with your plushie, softly snoring. He wrinkled his nose.

Fuck, she’s cute.

He shook his head with a smile, turning around to pull his shirt off, his jeans following suit. He rummaged around in his drawers for sweatpants and pulled those on, choosing not to bother with a shirt.

He quietly got onto the bed, and carefully lifted the blankets back so he could get in too...however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

You were wearing his shirt. That was the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was how far up it had ridden, exposing your entire bottom half to him.

When he lifted that blanket, catching a glimpse of his best friend’s ass wasn’t what he had expected. It didn’t help that the panties you had on were exactly the kind he liked- grey and lacy, accentuating the curve of your butt perfectly.

Minho gulped. He tried reminding himself that this was his best friend, whom he wasn’t supposed to view in such a light...but he was a man, regardless. And there was a half-naked girl lying in his bed. The fact that he still had half a boner from his previous activities at the party only made things worse.

Fuck it.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Minho lowered himself so he was lying comfortably, wrapping the blanket around him as well. He wondered if he should keep his distance, but now that you were covered up he felt more at ease. He scooted closer to the warmth of your body and shifted you so that you were closer...his heart clenching when you snuggled up to him in your sleep, resting your head on his bare chest.

Minho was the kind of person who had no idea what he was feeling at any given time. Emotions were something that he had plenty of, but rarely acknowledged- and why would he? It was just unnecessary and only made him feel convoluted. Running through life without giving any fucks wasn’t probably a good idea in the wrong run, but it worked for now.

He sighed for about the millionth time that day. Everything was puzzling to him...and at this point, trying to unpackage all of the emotions he’d amassed and ignored over the years would be impossible. Being the kind of guy who fucked random nameless girls wasn’t what 10 year old Minho had thought he would grow up to be...but life had a way of surprising you.

He snapped out of his reverie when you nuzzled your face into his chest and let out a tiny whimper. Minho looked down at you, noticing that you were starting to shake. He knew you used to get nightmares frequently, so he stroked your hair, and you calmed down gradually, falling silent once again.

As he patted your back, he thought about how he could have been on top of that redhead by now, had he stayed. But it didn’t matter...cause one thing’s for sure, he would choose you over pussy any day.

He fell asleep with that thought etched securely into his mind.

[minghaocouture]

Pairing: Hong Joshua x Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, fluff, angst

Warning: mentions of a toxic relationship, loneliness, language

WC: 3.6K

A/N: Happy Holidays @yutacrush​!!! You absolutely amazing bean!! ily SO MUUCCCHHH! You are such a joy to be friends with and i hope this fic brings you even half of the joy you bring our group chat <3333 

Age 10

“Sweetheart, this is Joshua. He’s our new neighbor.” The boy across from you stood before you, all smiles and cheer as you cowered behind your mother’s legs. You didn’t have too many friends in school and more often than not, felt isolated from your peers who seemed to almost look down on you. This boy was a stranger, a potential new villain in your life and you wanted nothing to do with him. 

So when your mother left you in the room alone with him, while she and Joshua’s mother went to go have tea in your kitchen. You quickly dashed to the living room and snatched your favorite Whinnie the Pooh plushie off of the couch, and made your escape to the far corner of the room where you crouched down and hid behind the plush bear. As if Pooh bear was the perfect line of defense 

The sound of soft footsteps hitting the hardwood floor had you cowering, covering your eyes as you prayed that he would just leave you alone. When the footsteps stopped you assumed that he had done as you silently wished, left you alone to continue your day in peace despite the wishes of your mothers. So you slowly pulled Pooh bear away from your eyes. Only for your eyes to meet the rich deep brown of Hong Joshua’s, the male who was now crouching down not even a foot away from you.

A small shriek left your lips as you quickly brought your favorite plushie back to cover your face again. Your reaction seemed to prompt a small laugh to leave the male, obviously amused with the situation. 

“I’m Joshua, but my friends call me Josh!” He said, talking to you despite the fact that you were currently trying to disappear into the wall behind you. “You like Winnie the Pooh too? Roo is my best friend!” 

At the mention of baby Roo, you slowly peered out and looked over at him with your eyes barely peeking out from behind the plush bear.

Age 13

“Joshua Hong, I swear if you don’t get out from in front of the tv I’ll make you regret it.” Your threat wasn’t as real as you wanted it to seem. After three years, Joshua knew that you were all talk and no action when it came to him. Which is why he didn’t even flinch at your harsh words, he knew he was safe.

“Your mom asked me to make sure you did your homework while she was gone, so turn off the tv and let’s work!” He was almost too responsible for his own good, at least when someone asked him to do something. Most of the time, he was just a goof ball and you honestly wish that translated over when he had ‘responsibilities’ 

Currently your mother was out on a business trip, so you were left alone in the house so she had asked Josh to keep you ‘in line’ since he lived right next door. Apparently, he was taking that request more seriously than you had expected. 

With an overdramatic groan, you grabbed the remote and shut off the soccer game you were in the middle of watching. At your compliance, Joshua let out a small laugh. 

“You’ll thank me later.”

“Yeah, seriously doubt that Josh.”

Age 16

“Josh! Seriously, that’s what she said to you?”  You were fuming, pacing around your room while your best friend sat on your bed. You had honestly never seen Joshua so...down. This girl had stepped over so many lines and you were livid.

“Yeah, and then she left. So...guess I’m single again.” Even his voice lacked the usual energy it had. It hurt your heart to hear him this upset. 

You took a second to take a deep breath, calming yourself. Now wasn’t the time to be angry, that could come later. Right now, Joshua needed you more than anything. This was about him and the pain he was currently feeling. Your need to punch that bitch in the face could wait. 

You joined Joshua on the edge of your bed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling the male into a tight hug. For a moment he was limp in your arms, just resting his head on your shoulder. It was soon followed by the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, his hands gripping tightly at the fabric of your shirt as he clung to you. 

This wasn’t the first time you had seen Joshua cry, and it surely wouldn’t be the last, but it never got any less painful. Your heart ached for your friend, the feeling growing stronger as you felt moisture from his tears seeping into the fabric of your t-shirt. You hated it. 

The only thing you could think was that you never wanted to see Joshua like this ever again. 

A week later you were suspended for breaking his ex girlfriend’s nose.

Age 18

Over the years, your duo had become a trio with the addition of Yoon Jeonghan. He was...fun to be around but if you were being honest, a lot of the time it felt like you were being left in the dust. 

It wasn’t that you disliked Jeonghan, you were just...jealous. You kinda missed it being just you and Joshua. It had just been the two of you for so long that sometimes it felt like an outsider had come in and simply stole your best friend. 

Which is why you were currently sitting alone in your bedroom on a Friday night. Jeonghan had taken Joshua out for a ‘boys night’ as a way for Joshua to get to meet Jeonghan’s other friend group. 

You were lonely, and jealous and that didn’t make for a good combination. 

Your solution? Swimming. 

The pool in your backyard was cold, but the chill was something you needed at the moment. The water encompassing your frame as you delved beneath the surface, the ice cold waters completely chilling your core. It was terrible, but it felt better than being lonely.

Popping back up to the surface for air, you flipped over onto your back and stared up at the stars above you. Counting them as you slowly drifted through the water. Your thoughts began drifting from the stars and back to your friends, it was honestly pathetic how you were acting. You knew that Jeonghan wasn’t ‘stealing’ Joshua from you, he was your friend too! It just so happened that he and Josh were...closer, and yet here you were acting like a child because of it. You felt pathetic.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Your thoughts were quickly stripped from you as you heard the familiar, although muffled, voice of the person who had been running through your mind. Quickly you maneuvered yourself in the water so that you could turn and face the back door of your home where Joshua and Jeonghan had just exited from. Joshua moved quickly to grab the towel that you had brought out with you, while Jeonghan moved to the edge of the pool and knelt down to watch you as you swam over with a look of concern blanketed across his face.

“I think it’s a bit too cold for a swim, don’t you little Piglet?” The nickname hit your heart, it wasn’t a mean one. It was an old childhood nickname that Joshua had given you based off of your first interaction, how scared you had been of him. When Jeonghan had joined your friend group he just adopted it since Josh called you that so frequently. 

You brushed off his question, ignoring it in favor of asking your own. 

“What are you guys even doing here? I thought you guys were hanging out with Seungcheol all night?”

Jeonghan reached out a hand and you got the message, taking it as he helped hoist you out of the pool. He let out a small giggle as he watched you shiver when the cold air hit your skin. He quickly began rubbing your arms gently to try and warm them as Joshua rushed over with the towel. 

“Well, Pooh Bear here said he was worried about you, guess his little hunch was right.” Jeonghan tilted his head to gesture towards Joshua, who surprisingly ignored the male in favor of wrapping the towel around you which thankfully provided some much needed warmth. Though that could also be coming from the feelings in your chest at Jeonghan’s explanation. It made you feel better to know that Joshua...hadn’t forgotten about you. 

“Go inside and get dressed, we’re gonna go out for dinner and we need you to not die of hypothermia before then.” Joshua ordered, a stern look on his face as he spoke. It was rare to see Josh this serious, but you supposed that you did just go for a swim in the middle of a chilly autumn night so...it was to be expected.

“Anything you say Pooh Bear.”

Age 22

“I seriously can’t believe Jeonghan, our little Roo,  of all people is the first to get married.” You laughed happily. Sure this day had been coming for months but it was still just exciting to think about. You were doing your best to contain your excitement, but sitting with the two in Jeonghan’s dressing room as he prepared to stand at the altar and wait for his blushing bride, you couldn’t contain your excitement. 

Jeonghan laughed along with you and Joshua as he straightened his bowtie...for the third time in the past 10 minutes. You could tell he was nervous, though you weren’t sure what for, you had seen the couple together and you could tell just how in love they were. It was quite adorable.

“I mean, I’m surprised too,” He confessed, glancing back at you through the mirror. “I always thought you and Josh would get married first.” 

Across the room you heard Joshua cough loudly as if choking on his own oxygen, you flashed him a look of concern until he calmed down before turning back to Jeonghan. 

“Don’t even joke like that dude. Chan would flip if he heard that.” Chan was your current boyfriend, he was sweet if not a little possessive. Something that both Joshua and Jeonghan had spoken to you about in concern.

At the mention of your boyfriend’s name you saw Hannie roll his eyes before reaching up to fiddle with his perfectly styled hair once again.

“Red flag~” He sang out, causing you to roll your eyes. It was frustrating that they were talking about this today of all days. You didn’t notice Joshua’s face harden in something that could only be described as irritation. 

“If she’s happy with him then just drop it, Roo.” hearing Jeonghan’s familiar nickname warmed your heart. “Besides, this is your day. I thought you’d be happy to focus on yourself today.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right. I’m going to bask in this. Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about my friends.

Age 24

To no one’s surprise, Joshua and Jeonghan had been right. Chan’s possessiveness had taken a turn for the worst. Asking you to cut off contact with your two best friends so you did the only thing you could do. You broke up with him, decided you would be cutting off contact and now you were driving away from your former shared apartment and making the hour trip to Joshua’s new place, hopefully he and his new roommate would be cool if you crashed on their couch until you found a new place.

Despite the fact that you knew this break up was for the best, it still hurt and you couldn’t stop tears from shedding while you drove. The liquid sadness blurring the road as you sped down the highway.

Once outside the door to his third floor apartment, you gave a firm knock. Eventually the door opened to the familiar face of Joshua’s new roommate, Seungcheol. You knew the guy fairly well as he’d been a mutual friend of Jeonghan’s and Josh’s during high school, you never really hung out with him too much but you knew he was cool. 

Seeing your puffy eyes tear filled eyes, he quickly moved out of the way and gestured you in. With a small mutter about going to grab Joshua. 

You took a seat on the familiar royal blue sofa, the plush fabric sinking down and pulling you in as you sat down. It was almost like the sofa was pulling you into a hug and you were grateful for the soft plush fabric. You had left your old Winnie the Pooh plushie in the car with the rest of the belongings you had been able to quickly pack after Chan had stormed out of the apartment. 

You heard the soft sounds of speech as Seungcheol explained to Joshua what was going on, you couldn’t quite understand the words but it was followed by the slamming of a door and the sound of footsteps rushing to the living room. 

All too soon, Joshua was in front of you and you felt the tears well up once more as you explained to him what had happened...why you had left Chan.

“He didn’t hurt you did he? I swear if he touched you I’ll go kick his ass myself.” You didn’t trust your voice so you simply shook your head, sniffling as you tried your best to keep a strong appearance despite the tears. It didn’t work, and he gently gripped your shoulders giving you a once over, looking for any sign of possible injury and letting out a sigh of relief when he found nothing. 

Just as you had done during his break up in high school, his arms quickly wrapped around you. Pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. It was like whatever had kept your sobs held it was completely broken, and soon you were all out sobbing. A complete blubbering mess as you gripped his shirt and buried your face in his chest. 

His hand lifted and gently patted your head, his other hand rubbing small circles on your back as you let out all your welled up emotions. It was all too much for you, everything was too much. 

"You were r-right," you exclaimed between sobs, your voice muffled as your tears continued to stain his sleep shirt with your tears. "H-He told me...told me that..." Just thinking about it made your heart clench as you tried your best to continue. Joshua shushed you softly, trying to lull you into a sense of security so that you could calm down. He knew that you would get sick if you continued to wail as you did. 

"You can tell me later, just breathe right now okay?" His soft calming voice hit your heart, but it was still quite a little while before your sobs died down. Once they did, you explained to him just what had happened. How Chan had told you that he didn't feel comfortable with you hanging out with Joshua or even Jeonghan anymore, despite you explaining that they were just your best friends and going so far as to remind him that he was AT Jeonghan's wedding. 

Despite you being calm, you hadn't moved out of Joshua's grasp and the two of you had simply...migrated. Now the two of you were laying on his insanely comfortable couch, with you resting on his chest. It was far too hard to look up at him right now, your heart hurt too much and looking up at him was just a reminder. Right now, all you needed was just to be in his arms, the comfort of your best friend flowing through you as he did his best to comfort you. 

"You deserve better than him anyway. Much better. You don't need someone who is gonna try to control you like that." He declared, his voice soft and calming as he rubbed your back. It was nice, it felt right. Maybe it was because it was natural at this point, the two of you had been there for each other through everything. "You can stay here as long as you like, I know Cheol won't mind. Hell, we'll even grab Hannie and go to help you grab the rest of your stuff." 

You heard Seungcheol rummaging in the kitchen for something for a minute before joining the two of you in the living room and plopping a tub of ice cream onto their coffee table, along with two sets of spoons. He smiled down at the two of you as he did.

"Just think of us as your own personal bodyguards. I've got a few friends too that could help move stuff. My friend's Hyunwoo and Hoseok are built like they lift boulders for a living. They'd probably be enough to scare away any evil exes." 

Joshua laughed softly at the mention of Cheol's two friends, glancing down at you with that soft smile of his. The same one that always warmed your heart in a way you couldn't describe. 

"We're here for whatever you need little Piglet." 

Age 25

"I am...so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I mean I just...” Trailing off, unable to think of the right words. You couldn’t look Joshua in the eyes, not after you had pressed your lips against his own...after kissing your best friend. You weren’t even completely sure why you did it, yet you had and you had also probably completely ruined the decade old friendship. Guilt welled in your gut. Out of everyone, you couldn’t lose Joshua. He was too important to you. 

As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you seemed to all at once understand the cause of your actions and why you were so scared to lose him. Somewhere along the road, you had fallen in love...with your best friend. Your heart sunk into your stomach, if you felt like this for him then this was even worse than you thought. It wasn’t like Joshua had ever shown any kind of interest in you like that.

“You can do it again if you want.” His words caused your brain to freeze as if someone had frozen you solid. Thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to think of an explanation for why he would say something like that. Confusion etched across your face as your eyes hesitantly lifted from the floor to meet his. “I really don’t mind.” 

“Josh, I just kissed you! I probably broke like, 30 laws of whatever best friend handbook there is!”

Your words simply caused Joshua to laugh, shaking his head lightly as he laughed. It was if you had just told the most hilarious joke. 

“You know I’m in love with you right?” Well it seemed that Joshua was determined to take you off guard today. Though to be fair...you caught him off guard first. 

“Since when? You never acted like it, or like...told me?” 

“I mean, not for Han’s lack of trying. Did you really think he joked about us being a couple for no reason?” Now that he mentioned it, Jeonghan did make...quite a few jokes about the two of you just settling down together and they only got worse after you broke things off with Chan. 

Rubbing the back of your neck in exasperation, your feelings being tugged in so many directions as you tried to comprehend the situation you were in. 

“Okay that explains one thing but like, since when?” You had just realized your feelings but from what he said this had been...a long time thing. A small humorless laugh left your best friend, avoiding your gaze. 

“You remember when we were in High school, and you got suspended for breaking my ex’s nose? Yeeeah.”

“That was...eight years ago Josh!” You were completely struck by this information. He had been secretly in love for that long? It would make sense when you truly thought about it, he hadn’t dated or shown any real interest in anyone after that year. As the pieces connected in your head, you felt Joshua grab your hand and lace his fingers with your own. 

“Yeah, nothing’s changed though. Honestly i’ll probably never stop loving you, even if you don’t love me.” He gave your hand a small squeeze. It felt right, like his hand was made to fit with yours just like it always had. Maybe this was why Chan had felt threatened by Josh, maybe he could tell, maybe he knew where your heart belonged even if you hadn’t known at the time.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I think somehow you’ve always had me.” You began, unable to stop yourself from smiling as you saw his eyes light up at your words. “So now, I’m going to kiss you again and then we have to let Jeonghan know that we’re not being stupid anymore.” 

You didn’t give Joshua a real chance to speak again before you pulled him close and once again connecting your lips once again. Your free hand weaving through his hair and your other gripping his hand tightly. Joshua wasted no time returning the kiss, free hand grabbing your hip and pulling you closer. 

In all your life, you had never imagined making out with your best friend, yet here you were locked in an embrace. You gently nipped his lower lip with your teeth before pulling away and resting your forehead against his own.

“You know, we could always just keep it a secret from Hannie? See how long it takes him.” you couldn’t help but laugh at Joshua’s suggestion. 

“I bet it takes him a whole year.”

“I’ll take you on that, baby.”

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 22

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 6.4k

; Warnings: Brief mention of antidepressant side effects, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, sex toy use, insinuated sex

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I’ve half proofread this but I hate reading through smut again so...I hope you enjoy it all :) please reblog if you did and leave me feedback in the form of comments, reviews or other asks! I’m always happy to read your thoughts on the Flower couple and their evolving relationship <3

; Flower Masterpost

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“Okay so...I know it probably doesn’t look like I’ve got you all that much,” You give him a disbelieving stare before eyeing the small pile of books and games he’d already gifted you. “But I got you one more. And I had to hide this because it’s very heavy and I didn’t want you accidentally kicking it and opening it up or anything.”

Watching as he stands up, his cheerfully festive Christmas Simpsons sweats looking very out of place on his tattooed body, he darts off to your bedroom. Frowning, you lean back to try and see what he’s doing, wondering how’d he’d managed to hide something from you in your own room.

He was completely lying because he’d gotten you everything you wanted and more. The new Final Fantasy game, the new Villainous expansion, some of the books you’d been wanting for a while and a few Eeveelution plushies to finish off your set. So what on earth would he have gotten?

It’s even more confusing when he comes back and you see the size of the box in his hands, elegantly wrapped in silver wrapping paper. There’s a pretty fabric bow on top with a tag on it and your brow rises when you see how hard he’s struggling with it.

That brow goes even higher when he sits down with a grunt, the box dropping onto the floor with a heavy thunk. Eyes widening, you stare at it before looking at him in amusement.

“Holy shit Hoseok, what did you do? Kill someone?” He gives you a smirk before cuddling up to you on the floor, gesturing to the wrapped gift with more than a little excitement. You welcome his warmth and idly poke his thigh as you eye the present.

“Nope. You’ll love it though, I promise.” Giving him a suspicious look, you look at the tag first and read it. Much to his amusement. Apparently he wasn’t one of those people who particularly cared about reading the tags, which had horrified you when you found out. Not that you’d written him any sweet notes or anything, but still.

Unsurprisingly, the tag doesn’t have some love filled sonnet on it, just your name and ‘love, Hoseok’. But he’d obviously shown his love through the careful presents he’d bought you, each one something that you loved and adored. 

Smiling, you carefully began to peel away the wrapping paper where it has been folded, tugging at the tape until it came away gently. You feel Hoseok’s laugh vibrate through his body before actually hearing it, causing you to look at him in confusion.

“God, you open presents so neatly. It’s like watching my sister all over again,” His smile stays warm, growing even more affectionate. “She used to open presents like you do, as if afraid that you’ll ruin the wrapping paper or something. I don’t have the patience.”

“Gee...I hadn’t noticed.” Turning your head to stare firmly at the bag of torn wrapping paper next to you both, the remnants of what had remained of what you’d painstakingly wrapped. 

He snorts before poking your side and nodding with his head towards the present that you’d only begun opening. “Okay Miss Sarcastic, please proceed with the present opening before you cut yourself on your wit instead of the paper.”

You do as asked, or instructed rather, and carefully peel back the paper. As soon as you have a glimpse of the box cover though, all care is gone as you gasp loudly and quickly tear the rest off. Staring down at the colourful box, you take in the words ‘Gloomhaven’ along the top before squealing with excitement and bouncing in place.

“Oh my god! Hoseok! Oh my god! What the fuck? This game is so expensive!” You’re beyond happy to get it though, as if your reaction wasn’t obvious and the amusement in Hoseok’s face is more than apparent. But you still feel a little guilty at the fact he’s bought you this alongside everything else so far. The two of you haven’t even been dating a year and you’re already feeling spoilt.

He wraps his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek sweetly, watching as you pull the rest of the paper from beneath the box and toss it to the side. It’s only when you go to lift the box that you let out a deep groan of surprise and effort, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, holy shit. This thing was 10 fucking kilograms. I feel like I almost died bringing it here. And that’s with the freaking elevator. Open it up, I wanna see what’s in this damn thing.” Laughing, you let him turn the box upside down and use the scissors that had been brought over earlier to slice through the clear stickers that were keeping the lid attached. 

Kasumi was currently playing with a ball of scrunched wrapping paper that Hoseok had thrown to her earlier. She had, obviously, been thoroughly enthralled with it and completely ignored the toys she’d been bought by Hoseok and you for her Christmas presents. He’d been thoroughly amused by that but you’d just shrugged and said this was what cats did.

Between the two of you, you manage to get the lid off the box that feels like it’s been vacuum packed in and sit back to admire the interior contents. Carefully, you lift the map board out and open it up, scanning over the intricate map with interest while Hoseok lets out a low whistle.

“Fuck, there’s a lot of shit in this box.” He pulls out a wirebound book along with a rule book, placing them on his lap before flicking through them with interest. Holding up the wire book, he looks at you with wide eyes. “Dude, this is the scenario book...it has 96 scenarios in it.”

Grinning at him, you peer over his shoulder and take them in before carefully taking the book from his hands and placing it on top of the now folded map.

“Yep. It may be expensive but you get your money’s worth at least, right? And you can’t look at it, it’ll spoil the game for you. It’s like an RPG game for a PC or console. You’re only supposed to find out what’s happening as you’re playing, so don’t go spoiling it. And apparently we can only only look at a certain number of characters and stuff. We unlock those through the scenarios.” Reaching in, you pull out one tiny box with what reminds you of a singularity on the top, opening it carefully and pulling out the tiny figure inside.

“This is one of the starter ones, a spellweaver. I want to be this one.” Hoseok takes it from you and looks over it equally as carefully before shrugging, his expression giving away that he was no idea what you’re on about. Giggling, you kiss his cheek and place it back into the box.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” He glares at you as you begin to place everything carefully inside. It impresses you how well everything fits in, and you already feel some dread at the prospect of trying to fit everything inside after a few scenarios.

“I’ll have you know that I played and loved all the Dark Souls games.” Biting your lip, you try to contain your amusement as you slide the lid back on and simply admire the game with reverence. 

“Oh yeah? Is that because it’s all gothic and hardcore. Did you git gud?” Your teasing of him instantly gets a repercussion as he begins to tickle you furiously, your laughs loud in the apartment and causing Kasumi to pause with her own wide eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah I did git gud. Actually, I got so gud that I finished all of them multiple times. What was it you told me once? That you don’t like those games because they’re too hard for you? So...who’s the one who needs to git gud now?” He says, pausing his fingers from his relentless assault and giving you a smug look. Breathing heavily, you let out a quiet laugh before tracing along one of the tattoos on his arms.

“Me, apparently.” Pausing, you take him in before smiling with happiness, your stomach bubbling with joy. “Thank you. For buying me that, it’s really expensive and I can’t believe you bought me it! I’ve been contemplating it for ages.”

“I know. I’ve seen you look at it online often enough. Got me a little stressed when you almost bought it the other week. But I like playing games with you, I’ve decided. So...I got this one so that we can play it together. It can be our game.” Sitting back up, he reaches out and pulls you up with him as you stare at him with wide eyes.

Logically, you’d known that he’d probably have to play it with you as there was no way that Chungha or Soyeon would be interested in something as in depth and long lasting as Gloomhaven. But hearing him say that he’s spent well over $100 on a board game just to play it with you was something else entirely.

It makes your stomach go funny, just like he always made it, and you feel the fluttering of almost anxiety in your throat, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe. Not because you were upset or anything, but you just didn’t really know how to process the love you’d been blessed with from one Jung Hoseok. It was hard for your head to really comprehend that he genuinely meant every word he said.

“Are you sure? It’s supposed to be intense. And long.” Hoseok smirks at you, moving closer until you’re almost nose to nose. His warm breath, smelling faintly of the mint ice cream he’d eaten for dessert at his parents after Christmas dinner, fanning your face. You should be disgusted, but you’re not.

“I know something that can be intense and long tonight. And I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.” Rolling your eyes at his obvious innuendo, you try hard to stop the smile that wants to break free at hearing him obviously trying to initiate sex. The two of you had agreed to spend the mornings at your respective parents' houses before meeting up here, opening the presents you’d bought each other and spending Christmas evening together for the first time.

Looking over his elegant features, you can’t help but smile as happiness fills you at the sight of him. He’s not paying attention to you anymore, instead having reached over to take one of the books you’d gifted him earlier. 

Hoseok had begun to read biography and memoir style books lately, enjoying a wide array of topics. As such, you’d gotten him the entire back catalogue of Mick Wall biographies, which meant he had a whole stack of metal and rock n roll band biographies to go through.

At the moment, he was scanning over the back of the Metallica book with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. The other pile included Lemmy, Guns n Roses and more. You’d be lying if you said that you knew half of the bands or whatever that were in the books but you knew that he’d love them all anyway.

And he had, his face lighting up with excitement when he’d unwrapped each one. It had been a worry that he’d find them boring or something, but instead you’d been given many kisses of thanks. Which had been rather delightful, you would admit.

You’d found it particularly stressful buying him presents for Christmas; panicking that he wouldn’t like whatever you bought or having anxiety that he would already have it. He’d given you a few hints to make it easier for you but you’d struggled over it still. As much as you loved him, and as much time as you spent with him, it was hard to figure out what he’d like.

Hoseok loved his music, but he already had everything he wanted in regards to that. There were no concerts coming up that he didn’t already have tickets to, he bought whatever books he wanted to read and he bought whatever films he wanted. Given he spent so much time at yours, you couldn’t even consider something bigger as he wouldn’t get any use out of it as he spent so much time with you and there wasn’t space in your apartment.

Why was buying presents for men always so much harder? And on top of that, you’d had to dissuade him from buying anything that you’d already bought him. Because he was like a cat whose eyes went wide when he saw something he wanted. That had been the case with the James Bond Blu-Ray collection you’d gotten him as well.

It was limited edition, and he’d spotted it online a week after you’d bought it. It had taken some careful persuasion to make sure he didn’t buy it, along with a lot of internal eye rolling.

“Did you like everything?” You don’t realise that there’s a touch of insecurity in your voice, a hint of uncertainty that you hadn’t done it right. This was the first time you’d ever had a boyfriend over the Christmas period, so you weren’t sure if you’d done it right. 

Looking up at you with wide eyes, he makes a small noise of question before looking back at his pile of gifts. It now looks smaller than yours and you get warm with embarrassment but he gives you such a bright smile. 

“Yes, thank you! Got everything I wanted and stuff I didn’t know I wanted until now.” He leans back against the couch, giving you another smile before reaching out to you and pulling you into him. Besides the books and the Bond collection, the only other thing he’d gotten was a bottle of his cologne, which wasn’t cheap. 

So his pile might not look like much, but it was actually a big chunk of money. It made you feel a little ashamed that your gifts were obviously more expensive, but you reasoned it away to yourself. Hoseok earnt more than you, a lot more than you. You had worked within your means for him while also buying for your friends and family.

“Are you happy with what you’ve got?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head to look at you with expectant brows. You give him a sweet smile of your own before nodding and hugging him even tighter.

There’s a moment of pause before you move your head to kiss him, lips gentle against his for a few seconds. He doesn’t hesitate any further though, moving his hand to cup your cheek and you relax into the kiss, almost sighing into his mouth contentedly. 

You’d shyly admitted to him the other week that you really liked kissing him. He’d thought it was amusing that you’d told him that so sweetly, but you’d been particularly awkward about it because you’d never had makeout sessions as a teenager. And it hadn’t been fantastic in college, but you got the urge to just kiss Hoseok for hours on end like an excitable teenager.

It was pretty easy to guess that Hoseok found it endearing, and you’d found he’d been indulging you more often with kisses and just taking the time to let you feel like a loved up teenager once more. You were positive it was no great hardship on his behalf, but you were surprised that he controlled himself well enough that it rarely resulted in sex. 

He was indulging you right now and you hummed contentedly, enjoying the casual and lazy way he was kissing you. The smell of the Christmas cookie candle you’d started earlier and the gentle twinkling of the lights on the tree you’d decorated with Hoseok at the start of December make it all feel more...homey. Which you don’t want to think about too much right now; you’re too concerned with enjoying your Christmas kisses to care too much.

Finally though, he pulls away slowly and the tiny whine you let out has him laughing against you. “Calm down, you can have plenty more later.” 

Shifting away from him slightly, you push out your lower lip in a pout before giving him big puppy eyes. A year ago, the very idea of acting like this around him, or anyone, would have been beyond humiliating. But you felt comfortable with him, and you felt that this was fast becoming part of the language of your relationship with Hoseok.

He did the same to you when he wanted something. And it worked just as well on you as it did on him.

Hoseok smiles, giving you another quick kiss before gently rubbing his nose against yours. The look in his eyes is no longer sweet and soft, but instead a little more intense. Irises darkening ever so slightly while his pupils widen and you narrow your own at him, recognising that look now.

“Someone’s horny.” You mutter, causing him to smirk. He disentangles himself from you and stands, gesturing to you to stay there before disappearing off into the bedroom. Frowning, you try to see around the couch to get an idea of what he’s getting but when he comes back, whatever it is is hidden firmly behind his back.

“What are you doing?” 

“Well, we bought this and never got round to using it. So...I figure that we can see if it’s worth the money. A little...Christmas orgasm? Ever had one of those?” He smirks at you, brows wiggling as he shows you the glass dildo and bottle of lube.

Almost instantly, you go all hot with embarrassment at the sight of him just waving that around so casually. He’d been disappointed a few weeks back to discover you had no sex toys, apparently they were fun for couples too, and so he’d sat with you and ordered some. You say he ordered some, but it seemed most of them were for you.

Which had confused you as to why he was so determined to use them all on you instead of getting something for himself. But he’d just waved off your questions, telling you that he got pleasure out of seeing you pleasured and there was plenty of time to explore stuff for him in the future.

You also got the idea that he still wasn’t entirely happy with the fact that the successful orgasm ratio was leaning very heavily in his favour. He’d given you plenty through oral and with his fingers, eventually figuring out what made you tick while having sex until he could successfully bring you to the brink if you were in the mood.

And then you’d started the antidepressants, and your sexual libido had plummeted. Not only had you shown no interest in intiating sex, though you were fine if he wanted it, it had become almost impossible to orgasm. Even by yourself you’d struggled, unable to fall over that precipice into the pit of pleasure to the point that you’d cried in frustration over it.

As such, he hadn’t pushed the issue too hard because he knew it was a sore point, but you’d slowly discovered that it was possible to orgasm still. It just required...a lot of work. When you’d shyly discussed this with Hoseok, he’d taken it almost as a challenge. Hence the sex toys.

The dildo he’d set on the table was made of clear glass, a pretty centre of pink and blue that swirled around each other and a flared base that allowed it to stand on its own. You eyed it carefully as he sat next to you, a smirk on his face. It was one that you hadn’t used yet and you found yourself squirming with the knowledge he was going to use that on you.

A thin shaft met a bulbous head, the tip reminding you of a closed flower bud. Reaching out, you ran your fingers down the glass slowly, noting how smooth and firm it felt. Along with being a lot cooler than you’d anticipated.

“You up for it? I figure...I can try this on you, see if I can get you to orgasm.” Lips twisting, you take the bottle of lube from him and place it on the table as well, carefully pushing the gifts away to make space. You were positive he’d noticed this too, but you didn’t want to vocalise it.

“What about you?” Hoseok snorted in amusement, giving you a quick kiss before running his hands down your waist.

“Okay, first of all. I love doing things with you sexually. So if that’s all that happened then I’ll just get acquainted with my hand in the shower later. Otherwise...well...it is Christmas so...” Shifting, you bite your lip before looking down at your hands and then reaching for his.

“I think we can work something out.” Despite how bold the words are, they sound a lot shyer with your soft tone. Especially the way you avoid his eyes and he just laughs, kissing your temple affectionately before playfully tugging at your leggings.

You resist for just a moment before relenting, shifting awkwardly and laughing as you both struggle to peel the tight fabric from your legs. There’s a particular moment where Hoseok accidentally bumps his forehead against yours when he leans forward, trying to tug them from underneath the rounds of your ass. 

“Ow.” He mumbles and you coo to him, trying not to laugh as you gently rub at his forehead. Hoseok finally pulls them off you, taking your socks with him before moving groaning at the fact he hadn’t managed to get your underwear off too.

Now you can’t help but laugh at the way his lips automatically pout, leaning forward to peck at them before wiggling your underwear off yourself. Almost instantly he’s distracted, eyes focused between your legs and you bite your lip in amusement at how easy it is to get his attention when it involves sex or you naked.

You’d never thought you’d be someone who drew that kind of distraction in men and it makes you feel simultaneously powerful and shy. But you don’t get a chance to think any further about it when Hoseok lightly tugs on your shirt, raising his brows in silent question. The two of you have been having sex for months now, but he’s still respectful about your lingering insecurities.

Nodding, he pulls off your shirt in one quick movement before kissing you deeply once your head is free, causing you to hum in delight as his hand roams your naked skin. You no longer feel fear or panic at the touch of him against your waist and stomach. Instead, it feels reassuring.

A gasp leaves you when his hands move to cup your breasts, Hoseok smiling into the kiss as he runs his thumb along your soft skin before playing with your nipples. You’d gotten changed as soon as you’d come home from your parents and Hoseok had long gotten used to you going braless. Much to his appreciation.

But he doesn’t waste too long, leaving your lips to kiss down your jaw and suck rosettes of desire into your neck and chest. He deviates from what you presume to be his route momentarily to lavish attention onto your nipples, playing with them for a moment with his tongue and ever so gently his teeth and being careful to give both equal attention.

While he loved your chest, he wasn’t a boob man. No, he was firmly an ass man, which was evident by the way his hands had slipped down your body and were now squeezing and massaging the rounds of your ass in an almost reverent way. It amused you and you lip at your lips, tasting him once more and whining at him.

As much as you enjoyed the foreplay he was willing to give, you preferred it when he spent his time down below. Given your feelings towards your body, you weren’t particularly a fan of foreplay involving the area he was currently enjoying. And he knows this, which is why he presses a kiss to the centre of your chest before shifting backwards.

“Okay, are you okay to lay back? The rug should be okay and I’m gonna put one of these cushions under you.” He grabs the nearest cushion and you almost make a scandalised noise as you realise it’s your Pusheen unicorn cushion, but you don’t get chance to say anything as he’s already trying to move you.

So you relent, letting your back relax onto the soft rug and lifting your hips to let him place the cushion beneath them, lifting your lower body up to a place that was more comfortable for him to reach. Stretching slightly, you let out a slow breath before looking at your boyfriend.

And that breath turns into a low whine when you see the way he’s looking at you hungrily, desire almost a living force in his eyes. Given how ridiculously gorgeous he is, it’s an expression that makes your thighs clench in anticipation and your inner muscles convulse in an ache for him. You’ll never not be surprised that you’re the one to inspire that look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” He whispers, running a hand over his face. “Have I told you today that you’re beautiful? And I love you?” 

You look away from him then, shyness flooding you and you go to hide yourself from his roaming gaze. He loves to make you go shy with his compliments, knowing that you love them despite the way you protest meekly. And he’s not afraid to lavish his words on you, no matter how cheesy they are.

“Anyway, enough of that.” Hoseok mutters and you’re about to query him, but by the time you look back over at him you’re moaning out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut while your head presses back against the floor. He darted down while you were distracted and all you can feel right now is the heavenly touch of his hot, wet tongue against your pussy.

“Ah fuck.” You gasp, one hand grasping the rug tightly while your other inevitably moves to grasp Hoseok’s hair tightly, the black strands soft between your fingers. The quiet grunt he gives at the pressure of the pull vibrates against your clit as he sucks on it lazily, causing your breath to quiver.

If there was something you’d discovered about yourself during sex with Hoseok, it was that you weren’t a dirty talker. In fact, you weren’t even much of a talker. Instead, you were a babbler. You just mumbled and moaned and whined whatever came to your mind at the time, utterly unaware of the noises you were making.

Hoseok had commented before that he thought it was hot, that the knowledge you couldn’t control your mouth was a turn on. He on the other hand, tended to be either pretty quiet until the end or he’d run his mouth. You’d never thought you’d like dirty talk until you’d heard him whispering utter filth into your ear, his voice strained and hoarse from the effort.

It was surprising, and also not unwanted. 

Now though, he spent the next few minutes with his mouth fully occupied. The tongue piercing that you had grown completely fond of pressed against your clit perfectly when lapped at you slowly, letting every centimetre of his tongue press against as much of you as possible before undulating it against your clit, letting the pressure and friction of the ball rile you up.

Whining, you tug at his hair desperately, feeling the familiar ball of tightened pleasure that is building. And yet it feels just out of reach, as before. Limbs tightening, you begged him to let you orgasm, to bring you over the edge that was so close and yet so far away.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he sits up and licks his lips contentedly, the slickness on them from you and not his own mouth. It’s an attractive sight and you whimper, pussy tightening on nothing at the sight of it. He doesn’t notice though, using his hand to wipe away the rest before looking over to the coffee table and grabbing the lube.

“I’m gonna use this still. You’re pretty wet but I read that you should use plenty, particularly with glass. And I don’t want to hurt you.” You’re almost bemused by the casual way he’s talking now, like he hadn’t just had his tongue buried into your pussy for the last five minutes. In fact, he’s even reading the damn label.

Frustrated, you reach and grasp his hand to attract his attention. “Just fucking put it in me.”

That gets a close lipped smile from him, the expression looking distinctly like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing and you scowl. Yes, you were being abrupt with him. But god dammit, you were lying naked in front of him, desperately horny and needy after being given excellent oral for given minutes and you just wanted to orgasm with your boyfriend once again and not just your own hand.

“Yes ma’am.” Uncapping the bottle, he tilts it up and you jolt slightly at the cool, thick liquid as it hits your swollen clit. He lets a good amount drip onto you before placing it back onto the table, his free hand moving to push the lubrication inside your entrance. For such an intimate motion, Hoseok is showing almost zero interest in having his fingers inside you as his attention is on the glass dildo.

But you moan in relief, tightening around him. He only has the one in you, but your moan attracts his attention back and he grins before adding a second, fingers curling in you and moving easily with the added lube. An almost grateful sigh escapes you and he laughs before pulling his fingers out and grabbing the dildo, wiping the excess onto the head before carefully adding even more.

The head of this dildo is bigger than Hoseok’s dick, and you’re a little nervous as he runs it along your pussy slowly. It’s incredibly cold and firm against you, the temperature causing you to shiver as it presses against the heated bundle of nerves at your centre.

“I’ll go slow, okay? You have to talk to me this time, let me know if it’s hurting or uncomfortable.” Nodding at him, you give him a small smile before your eyes widen as he pushes the tip inside you. It stretches you far more than you’d anticipated and you gasp, fingers grasping the rug tightly as he moves it.

Once it’s past your entrance, the slide is much easier given the shaft’s thinner girth but all you can focus on is how thick the head feels. There’s a brief moment of pause as Hoseok evaluates you before you nod at him and he slowly pulls it out. You grimace as it leaves you, deciding instantly that you do not like the feel of it entering and exiting.

“Don’t pull it out entirely. It...kinda hurts. Like not too bad but, I don’t like it.” You admit, causing him to frown before he nods in acknowledgement. The next few thrusts from him are much gentler as you both experiment with it and you comment on how it feels to him.

The glass is far firmer than anything you’ve had inside you before and you tell him to be careful, knowing that if he moved too hard or rough then it would probably really hurt given the lack of give in it. But you can’t deny that the overly large head is beyond pleasurable as it presses against the squishy patch of nerves on your inner wall, each movement sending sparks of overwhelming feeling through you.

“Move it like...a little down. No, not that way, so the head of it is coming up. Yeah, yeah like tha-ooh my god.” You moan, eyes falling closed as Hoseok does exactly as you suggest. The movement you’ve instructed him to do has the head pressing firmly against those nerves, the pressure intense and you convulse slightly when he moves it again.

“Oh god yes, there. There.” You pant to Hoseok, one hand moving instinctively for something and only stopping when Hoseok grasps it with his free hand, linking your fingers together and giving you something to squeeze. Like the good boyfriend he is, he keeps the dildo in that position as he moves it and you start to beg him to move it faster.

Moaning, you writhe on the floor as pleasure floods through you from the constant pressure and you half recognise the fact that you’re babbling to him to let you cum. But he knows as well as you do that you can’t orgasm from penetration alone, although given how good this feels you’re not entirely sure on that front.

Still, he understands and you almost jump off the floor when you feel the heated pressure of Hoseok’s wet tongue against your clit. A ragged moan leaves you, your free hand grasping his hair once more and tugging tightly as he licks and sucks at your clit almost playfully, enjoying your reactions for him.

You’d curse him out but you can’t quite focus, your entire body and mind centering on your pussy and the tight ball that has once more built up inside you. A small thought wonders whether you’ll not be able to reach it once more but it’s swept away quickly by the feeling of Hoseok’s piercing pressing against your engorged bud, the movement perfected over the months when he could bring you to orgasm.

And then it all combines together and your entire body tightens, loud and ragged moans being ripped from your throat as you shudder almost violently. Your hips move so powerfully that Hoseok can’t even keep movement with you, his mouth leaving you while he still moves the dildo within.

It just adds to the pleasure and you’re struck by the odd sensation of not being able to hear properly for a few seconds, the orgasm so strong that it literally knocks your senses offline. Once the wave has reached its crescendo and begins to soften again, you let out a soft whimper as Hoseok continues to move the dildo, only much slower this time.

It feels good, but almost too good and you push at his hand, telling him silently to stop. You don’t see the look of complete awe on his face when he pulls the dildo out, how he admires the visible signs of your pleasure on the transparent glass as white streaks of your own making coat it.

Instead, you’re just staring at the ceiling as your chest heaves, silent tears slipping from your eyes from just how...overwhelming everything was. The quiet clink lets you know he’s put the dildo on the table and you sniff, feeling particularly pathetic for getting so emotional over an orgasm.

“You came!” Hoseok coos, leaning over and gently resting some of his weight on you. He’s on his elbows, but your raised hips mean that you have the full weight of his own hips against you. Including the very hard erection pressed against you now. “Oh baby, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“I’m not upset or anything, it’s okay. I just...I don’t know,” Muttering, you wipe at the tears in an almost annoyed fashion and Hoseok smiles. “I’m just feeling emotional. Which is silly. It was just an orgasm but…”

Looking at him, your heart swells with emotion for him and even more tears fall, causing him to smile softly before he wipes them away himself and kisses you. You don’t push him away, instead wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him to you so tightly, fingers pressing into his shoulders.

“It’s okay, you’ve been stressed about it for a while now. Cry if you want, I don’t mind,” He pauses, kissing your nose quickly before smiling. “I said it earlier, but I love you.”

Wiping at your eyes again, you sniff and give him a return smile that’s more than a little shaky. Letting go of him, you watch as he sits up onto his knees, looking down at you while he bites his lip. The tent in his pants is now emphasised by the wet patch that’s been caused by the combination of lube and your own excitement and you feel bad, knowing he’s put off his own pleasure.

Sitting up, you push the cushion away before taking a deep breath. You feel a little sluggish from the strength of the orgasm, but you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. And on Christmas no less!

“So...how about some sex for you now?” Hoseok grins immediately at your words and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness.

“Are you sure? Are you okay? Will you be up for it?” Despite his excitement, you appreciate his words of concern and squeeze his hand in response. Giving him a quick kiss, you take a deep breath to give yourself strength before letting go of him and turning around. There’s a pause, before you get on your hands and knees and look back at him.

This was his favourite position and any playfulness has left his face as he stares at the slick mess between your legs. Licking your lips, you push away the shyness before smiling at him.

“I’ll even let you cum on my back.” His jaw drops immediately. You’d discovered Hoseok liked orgasming onto you. He proclaimed he had no real reason for enjoying it but you thought he got turned on at the physical act of ‘marking’ you in a possessive way. At least...that’s why you enjoyed it anyway.

But you don’t offer it often, so it’s not something he gets to indulge in too much.

“Happy fucking Christmas to me.” He mutters under his breath and you can’t help but laugh as he pulls his clothes off at record speed. Happy Christmas to him indeed.

[karmaisntswag]

company . lov

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▷genre;; angsty fluff

▷what to expect;; a lil gore, adult language,, angst,,, and wholesome league content!!!

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hi :),, uHm, hey. i’m bee!!! and this is my first fanfic. be prepared to cringe your life away lmao. 

enjoy :D

A loud gasp made the quiet night not so silent. 

“Oh my god, oh, my god, oh, my god! Dabi! Look!” The voice belonged to a short female standing at around 5′2, the excitement in her tone obvious as she ran from between the trees. Himiko Toga. 

The blood sucking, childish, psychopath heroes all around Japan were worried about was out and about which was extremely dangerous given the current price on her head. But, she knew she was safe, and she’d stay in that state for however long she had company. It was like they were taking shifts. First, the girl was left with Twice. Then, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, and now, it seemed they’d all come.

“Oh! Hi Shiggy!” Himiko came to a halt, eyes brightening as she saw the leader. A little wave followed right after her greeting, her left hand clutching tight onto a decapitated head, fingers tangled in the dark, messy hair of the woman. For a moment, it was like she’d forgotten what was in her grasp. 

“Toga?” Tomura’s harsh voice sounded unnatural in the calm setting. An eyebrow lifted with his words, his head motioning slightly to the head as his nails scratched away at his neck.  Blond hair fell against her cheek as Toga tilted her head slightly, smile disappearing only to be replaced with a pout, then a face of realization. She held up the head. “This is my new friend. Isn’t she pretty?” The head turned, facing the others; eyes open and rolled back, mouth sewn shut.

Dabi scoffed, “Beautiful, c’mon crazy, are we done here?” - “What!? No!! Look at her! I saw people talking about shruken heads on the t.v yesterday and wanted one of my own! Look! I did the sewing myself!” The head was thrust forward towards the now annoyed male. He gave a sarcastic smile to the teenager, reaching behind him to grab Tomura’s wrist, bringing his hand forward and planting all five of his fingers on the head. Toga screamed. Tomura huffed, ripping his arm from the ravenette’s grasp and planting it by his side. 

“Fuck off. Toga. We’ve been here long enough, let’s go.” The leader walked off, Dabi whistling as he followed, shoving his hands into his pockets.  With sad yellow eyes, Himiko stared at the pile of dust on the ground. Her new toy already ruined. Gently, she sat herself down on the ground in front of it, head tilted as she just stared at it, a bird flying towards her, landing infront of her and on the dust. 

Alive.

Dead.

Not even a seccond later and it’s life had come to an end. She wondered how it’s family would react- if it had any, that is. Was it a mother? Did it have little babies to feed? Was it out hunting, or did it just want to make a friend?

Looking at the bloodied knife in her hand, wondering who the cries were coming from, Toga bit her lip, drawing her own blood. 

It was like an instinct. What was she supposed to do now? Eat it? Get kicked out, and called a freak, again? Or, was it better to just leave? Go on the run again, alone. Another desperate cry left her lips, delicate hands dropping the knife, and moving to her hair, tugging lightly.

Why couldn’t it just stop?

She was finally feeling at home with the league- finally, feeling comfortable, yet she had to go and mess it up again. She couldn’t help it.

It all seemed like fun and games for Himiko, but she couldn’t stop anymore. It had become an undying, ever hungry need. A necessity. She needed it to live.

The thrill, the screams- every singly thing that came with cutting up her next disguise gave her a purpose, but, she hated it. 

Love and hate really weren’t so different after all. It was so easy to love the things you hate, and hate the things you love. The blond didn’t know which catagory she fell into. Did she hate loving it, or love hating it?

Four fingers came to wrap around both wrists, pinky lifted as her beloved leader moved her hands away from her hair, resting them on her lap. Shigaraki crouched down infront of the crying girl, quickly decaying her point of focus. The bird.

At this point she’d made a whole story up for the animal, only to make herself feel more guilty- to make herself cry harder. 

“I-I’m sorry,” her voice was quiet. Void of emotions, eyes brimming with more tears, a knot forming in her throat. She wanted to stay quiet. “I’m so sorry, S-Shiggy. I’ll leav-e.” Himiko’s large, slightly puffy eyes locked with red ones for a moment, before the sob broke through, causing her to jolt forward, and Shigaraki’s arms to wrap around her small frame. 

Her cries grew louder as her head rest against his chest, hands gently rubbing her back. He thought the head being destroyed was what had her so bothered, the bird meant nothing to him. 

“Don’t be silly,” he scoffed, “why on earth would we want you to leave? Your quirk is useful, and you’re a vital part of this team.” Another sob sounded at that, and he slowly pulled away, a loud, exaggerated huff came from behind the girl, her eyes widening, as she spun around, startled, and quickly getting defensive, stained knife at the ready. 

Despite her instant readiness to attack, there was no need. It was only Dabi, head facing a little away from the two, arms open, ready for Toga to make home in.

She stubbornly refused, arms crossing over her chest as she glared at him, “I don’t like you very much, right now. You suck. Broke my new toy.” Himiko grumbled, tone completely serious.

In a quick act of surrender, the burnt male raised his palms, mumbling a, “sorry, sorry,” which the girl seemed pleased with. A tiny smile gracing her chapped, bloodied lips, she lifted herself off the ground, slowly walking towards the taller, and wrapping her arms around his torso, his snaking around her neck, as his head came to rest on top of hers.

He knew. He’d been told.

Toga felt closest with Dabi.

They had joined together after all, for more or less the same reasons too. He was like an older brother to her, and so, she of course got attached. He would never admit it infront of any conscious person, but so did he. There, was teasing-, bullying and names involved, it was only to be expected from the two, but they didn’t mind. That was how those who saw eachother as family were meant to banter, right? They knew it was all fun either way. So, when Dabi saw Toga sobbing after he ruined her creation, he instantly knew that wasn’t the reason. Sure, she’d of course have been sad, but the feelings wouldn’t have been strong enough to make her cry. They’d never been in the past, and he’d done way worse then burning a stupid person’s, stupid head.

Then, he saw the bird, and it all clicked. 

So, now he whispered, fingers running through the girl’s hair as he coaxed her into a sort of calm, her sobs turning into weak whimpers, eyes screwing shut as her brows furrowed in concentration. Shigaraki sighed once more, stopping his scratching, to call for their transportation, and his oldest friend to arrive and take them home. 

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“Hey, can I come in?”

No reply came, only the sound of a door lock clicking, before the door finally opened seconds later to reveal an annoyed, half asleep Himiko Toga. “What?” She muttered, yawning, fists rubbing at her eyes. “Whaddya want? It’s two am.” 

Dabi smiled, pushing past her, and closing the door behind him with the simple excuse of; “if you do this to me, why can’t I do it to you?” Toga only flipped him off, dragging her feet back to her bed covered with a teddy bear, much larger than herself. One of the bear’s ears were cut off, the opening sewn shut, as well as the stuffed wound from a missing eye. Smaller plushies also littered her room, many joining the bear in having injuries from Toga’s tantrums or stitched features. By the time Dabi tore his eyes from a lamb with no limbs in the corner of her room, back to the once again sleeping girl, the smile was gone. He walked towards her, plopping himself next to her, before moving the bear, and laying down in it’s place, arms wrapping around Toga who instantly shifted towards him, a small kiss being pressed to the top of her head, his own eyes shutting.

“I love you, Himi.” 

[crystalirises]

The Wicked Witch is Dead, Good News!

Schlatt angst fic ig (Also note, this is not Quackity x Schlatt because as far as I’m aware Schlatt doesn’t like being shipped.) 

TW:  Major Character Death and Alcoholism

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/76757651

He woke from his alcohol-induced sleep coma, a bit of drool dripping down his chin and an empty bottle of old whiskey lying on the carpeted floor. He blinked away his exhaustion, eyes flicking towards the half-finished paperwork that he had neglected to do that afternoon. He’d do them tomorrow. He let out a small yawn, gaze turning to the large glass windows of the office.

Moonlight flooded into the suffocatingly quiet room, casting him underneath the cool glow of silver. He chuckled at the irony of that angelic light shining down upon a devil such as himself.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, fingers scraping against the bottom of his horns before he realized he wasn’t alone in the room. He froze, wincing in the realization that there were three figures slumped near the long meeting table. He pinched the bridge of his nose, picking up the alcohol bottle before throwing it in the trash, realizing that it was overfilled with various other bottles. Schlatt sniffled, wiping his nose against the sleeve of his suit. He was a fucking mess.

He staggered towards the table, nearly collapsing on his way there, his feet catching against the carpet that only seemed to want to drag him down. Schlatt placed his hand against the mahogany table, steadying his shaking body. He should not have drunk himself to this debilitating inability.

He looked over at his snoring cabinet, a soft chuckle escaping him despite knowing that they probably fell asleep doing his job. He should not be this pathetic. He was literally letting a teenager and two children do his job. He ran a hand through his hair, subconsciously reaching to pull on one of his horns. Their sleeping positions… were not very comfortable to be in.

“Alright, let’s get you all to bed. Here we go…”

He reached down towards Quackity, the duck hybrid having somehow fallen asleep on top of the table. Schlatt tried not to wince as he looked down at the clipped yellow wings, his heart not bearing the idea of what the teenager had to bear to get inside the Essempy. Dream didn’t like the Winged. He slipped his hands beneath Quackity’s shoulders and knees, pulling him into his arms.

Schlatt tried not to drop Quackity the moment the duck hybrid threw his arms around his neck, a giggle leaving the teenager’s lips before his head drooped down. By the way he acted, Schlatt couldn’t tell if he was actually asleep or if he was fully awake and enjoying the sudden attention. He rolled his eyes, turning to leave the room and head towards one of the guest rooms nearby. He wasn’t sure why Wilbur had made rooms within the white office, but hey, Schlatt wasn’t complaining. He reached one of the bedrooms, taking note of the red decor and the red bed tucked into one of the corners of the room. He looked down at Quackity, wincing. He wasn’t sure which position to put Quackity in without him accidentally squishing his wings. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to place Quackity lying on his left side. With a kind gentleness that Schlatt didn’t know he was capable of, he placed the loudly snoring duck hybrid onto the bed.

He sighed, easing the beanie off Quackity’s head before brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. The duck hybrid giggled again, batting Schlatt’s hands away before snuggling his face deeper into the pillow. Schlatt wondered if Quackity had taken one of his bottles of alcohol and had drunk himself into a giggling and sleeping fit. He shook his head. He hadn’t seen a bottle near the table. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, tucking the duck hybrid into the bed. The moment he let go of the blanket, he looked out of one of the small windows that the room had, pausing when he heard the rustling of leaves outside. He shook his head… it must be the wind. He gave Quackity one last look before exiting the room. One down, two more kids to go.

Schlatt made his way to the office once more, pausing at the doorway to look at the nearest person that he could carry. He looked down at Fundy, the fox hybrid was drooling in his sleep. His laugh was cut short.. He lunged forward, realizing that Fundy had fallen asleep near the edge of the table and was currently slipping off of it. The fox hybrid fell into his waiting arms, one of his ears flicking up and hitting Schlatt against the cheek. He grumbled, not really annoyed by it. The kid’s ear was practically fluff. He pulled Fundy up into his arms, the fox hybrid curling closer against his chest, a content smile on his face. Schlatt’s heart broke at knowing. Fundy didn’t know it was Schlatt who was carrying him. He breathed out of his nose, reaching up to scratch behind the kid’s ears. Fundy purred, leaning closer. He sighed, praying that his body didn’t choose to fail him. With only one arm, he carried the fox hybrid to one of the guest rooms.

He found himself stumbling into an orange-themed bedroom, swallowing down his guilt at the dawning realization that these weren’t guest rooms. He placed the fox hybrid on the bed, Fundy immediately disappearing underneath covers before Schlatt could tuck him in. He chuckled, running a hand through the ginger’s hair. After a few seconds of making sure that Fundy was fully settled, he turned to leave, pausing when a hand clamped down on his wrist. “Dad…?”

“Sorry, kiddo… no.” He patted the fox hybrid’s hand, wondering what kind of man would separate a son from his father. He’d done it… twice. Fundy whined, but he didn’t wake from his sleep, merely turning on his side so that he was facing the wall. Schlatt sighed, making his way to the doorway. He took a moment to look back, his heart pounding in his chest when he looked out the window. A pair of dark brown eyes stared back at him through the glass. He shivered, blinking away the apparition. Sure enough, the moment he opened his eyes, the vision of his old friend was gone. He shook his head. He was seeing things. Of course he was. He was drunk!

He moved back to the office, content to forget the apparition that haunted him so. Schlatt didn’t waste any more time gawking at his last ward, picking the younger ram hybrid up from the cold floor he had chosen to lay on. One of the rooms belonged to Tubbo, he could tell, and he was betting on it being the room across from Tommy’s. With Tubbo in his arms, he headed out.

He entered what he assumed was Tubbo’s bedroom, though he didn’t need to wonder as he took note of the green decor and the painted bees on the walls. He smiled, an old guilt climbing into his chest as he settled his so一 Tubbo onto the bed. The younger ram hybrid let out a content sigh, nose crinkling as Schlatt covered him with a blanket. Seeing Tubbo sleep peacefully forced him to remember a moment in his past. A baby. A box. A bee plushie. A drunkard father.

He walked away. Gods, he needed a drink.

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He took another swig of alcohol, the world spinning beneath his feet.

“Schlatt… are you fucking drunk? Schlatt, you-you fucked up the country. You fucked up everything. You had a dream and I followed it but you brought it down hill. Everything! You-you ruined it! You ruined everything we’ve done! I thought you were something!”

“Yeah… yeah, I am something. I’m what you’re not, Fundy… I’m a man.”

Please… he hadn’t meant it.

“You could have had it Schlatt. You could have had it all.”

“In my time of need, everybody left. You left!”

Had they left… or did he push them away?

“KILL HIM!”

Gods, even his own son wanted him dead. He didn’t blame him.

He opened another bottle. It was all he could do.

Schlatt looked up into the eyes of a man he once called friend, heart beating against his chest.

Everyone was screaming.

“Schlatt, what do you have to say for yourself?”

"Can I get a last… you do some loud noises…”

He feels something break.

Quackity stares, “What?”

Tubbo laughs, “Did he just have a heart attack?!”

Fundy waits… and picks up the sword Schlatt left behind.

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Clarification: Schlatt had some good moments, but at the end, he still did some shit. Yes, Tubbo's execution still happened, so Tubbo pretty much resents Schlatt for that. Also, furthermore, the reason why Schlatt's last words are different is cause I looked back at some videos of his death... and I'm pretty sure his last words weren't "Does anybody smell toast?" It was something else... I'm not sure if I got the words right since it was mumbled, but I hope that what I wrote is close enough.

Also yes... Wilbur appearing at the window when Schlatt was looking at Fundy did happen... hence *rustling leaves* during the time Schlatt was putting Quackity on the bed.

For layout, just imagine you're standing in the middle of a hallway, Tommy (the room Quackity was placed in) and Fundy's room are on the left side. Tubbo's room is on the right in front of Tommy's.

[nekokoaa]

Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (X)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warning: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

(Chapter X/??) All chapters in AO3 and masterlist

You guys might hate me for this chapter. Katsuki’s a very possessive individual in this story. It’s to show that Katsuki is not the perfect wolf boy who would cast you away and you guys would live in perfect harmony in his pack. Nah, he got issues too. He can’t handle the possibility of you being with, let alone seeing you with another man. The day you became his, you were his and not only that but he’s stubborn so bear with him.

Warning: A bit of a trigger warning for sexual violence at the last section of the chapter.

Taglist:

@freedom-for-bum @reallyfuckingangrylatina @risarisarisaa @ashherssss @mels-heart @xa-dia @shanty-lol @amkxh @chims-kookies @fantasticapple @thalia-luna-hawthorn

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

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X: The Wolf’s ire

Hell was a place that Izuku never dreamed of going to dead, let alone alive and as he stared into the flaming depths of irises, unable to look away because fear had frozen him, he found himself cowering back, stumbling like his legs had betrayed him. It was worse than summer’s humid embrace. It was an inferno that ravaged his body and made it possible for him to sweat in the low temperatures of the mountains.

He knew who resided in Hell. His mother, who was religious when she needed to be, told him stories of the creature who lived there whenever she had to discourage him from doing something inappropriate. Those stories were often told to children when their mothers wanted to instill fear in them. As Izuku grew older with ideas of his own, those stories were nothing more than myths, but he would have never thought he would encounter a beast with such striking resemblance.

“I said,” The beast started and Izuku flinched. He suddenly felt like he was a child again. “Who the fuck are you!” It was no longer a question. He was demanding an answer, but Izuku was still frozen like a deer staring at an arrow pulled in its direction. His voice reached an all-time low, making the hairs on Izuku’s skin (and possibly everyone around him) stand. He progressively grew louder, unable to contain his anger. “Who do you think you are, touching my woman like that—I should fucking kill you where you stand!”

Katsuki was dangerously close to Izuku. Even though Izuku created some distance between them, Katsuki had closed it, grabbing a fist full of his shirt’s collar, and nearly lifting him until his shoes were barely touching the snow. Katsuki’s other hand was threateningly close to his face, but it wasn’t formed as a fist like a human would do, it was his dark nails that exceedingly grew into shape that dared to do some damage. And Izuku wouldn’t doubt that his fangs (that was also growing) would add to his arsenal of weapons.

“Katsuki! What are you doing! Put him down!” Your voice was all but a muffle to Katsuki. Even when you tried to force your body between them, your hands grasped the arm that belong to the hand that held Izuku, but Katsuki was too driven by rage to realize your presence. He started to shake Izuku, attempting to get a word out of him and in turn shaking you too. But Izuku knew once he said anything, it would be the end of him, in defense or even in apology, Katsuki just needed a reason to slash his face. “It isn’t anything that you are thinking!”

“You have some balls, human, coming to my pack, holding my woman—you’re asking to die, you wanna die, RIGHT! SAY SOMETHING!” With more shaking came Izuku’s whimpers with tears gathered in his eyes, he didn’t know if it was coming from fear or the limited amount of oxygen entering his lungs because of the hold Katsuki had on him.

“Listen to me!” You tried to shake Katsuki, but you came to realize just how much powerful he was. He didn’t even budge at your attempt.

You have never seen this side of Katsuki before and you weren’t fond of it. This was beyond jealousy, it was out of control wrath fueled by the past incidents and seeing you in the arms of another man had tipped him over. Regardless, this behavior was unacceptable to you. Izuku was your childhood friend, practically your brother, you couldn’t stand seeing him so distressed—you wouldn’t stand for it.

You had finally gotten Katsuki’s attention, but it took the gasps of the wolves around you, the sound of skin meeting skin, the burning pain that suddenly surrounded your palm, and the red that revealed itself upon Katsuki’s cheek. The silence after was deafening as he froze for a moment in disbelief, it was until the breeze had blew through the mountains that made him aware of the tender skin that became of his cheek. He had dropped Izuku, who had fell to the ground on his bottom, coughing incessantly as he gathered the needed air in his lungs, and Katsuki’s rage was directed at you.

He didn’t make any moves to grab you. He wouldn’t dare to. But you knew if looks could kill, you would’ve already been six feet under.

“I nearly gave my life for you and this is what I get?” He gestured to his reddened cheek, swift was his words with an edge that put knifes to shame.

“Nearly…?” You couldn’t hold your laugh that came after. “I was the one who gave up my life for you! Maybe if you had listened to me, you wouldn’t have gotten slapped!”

“You have NO right to touch me!” In your peripherals, you saw Mitsuki move. She extended an arm between you and Katsuki and then wrapped it around her son to keep him from making any mistakes he would later regret. You knew he wasn’t going to touch you, but how livid he was made you second guess your safety and Mitsuki must’ve sensed it as well. She whispered something in his ear to calm him down or make him aware of the eyes around him but talking to Katsuki like this was like talking to a bee. Once he lost control of his anger, nothing could convince him not to sting you.

“And what makes you think you have any right to touch my friend!”

“When he decided to hold you like you were HIS!” Katsuki couldn’t get the image out of his head. Pushing through the crowds in search of you, worried that you might have ran into trouble only to find you in the arms of a strange man was not what he wanted to add to his list of stress. What drove him to see red was when Izuku’s hands cupped your cheeks and he saw his thumb caress your skin. He was too livid to notice that he was wiping your tears, either way, he didn’t care. He just wanted him off his woman.

“You’re overreacting! Come on – get up…” Your last set of words were directed at Izuku who was still recovering from the numbness in his body. He stood up on his shaky legs, eyes still glued on Katsuki in fear that he would get grabbed again. A measly arm around him wouldn’t stop him from pouncing on Izuku. He could tell by the look of his eyes that the only thing stopping him from doing so was you.

Mitsuki was still trying to talk some sense into him but she was actively failing. Katsuki didn’t acknowledge her presence, and it was apparent when you began pulling Izuku in the direction that led off the mountain. Mitsuki’s arm was pushed out of the way by Katsuki’s body trudging forward to seize your arm, his claws digging into your skin but not too much to where it could break through.

“Where are you going?!” That snarl held every sense of animosity.

“Away from you, because clearly, I made a mistake! If I had known you were going to act like this, then--then I would have never come here!” You pulled your arm out of his grip and grabbed Izuku by the arm and pulled him down the path leading off the mountain. The decline of the path covered with soft snow didn’t make it any easier to rush away from Katsuki, you found yourself slipping a multitude of times until Izuku had to force you to stop before you fell to the ground. Pausing for a moment, you realized how fast your heart was moving, nearly unable to catch your breath to the point where it hurt. You didn’t realize the possible severity of your actions and you were so incensed that at that point you didn’t care what could conceivably befall you after.

“____...” You heard Izuku call you from behind. His voice soaked with unease and weighed with fright as he tugged on your arm softly. The action made you aware of the stinging sensation that spread to your arm all the way until you felt it reach your elbow. You noticed the snow between you and Izuku was stained red and your eyes landed on your arm where its skin was split into three gashes. Your blood was bubbling from your wounds and spilling onto the pure icy pathway under you.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” you spoke quickly and breathlessly, pulling your injured arm close to your body.

…

You winced at the burning pain of a cloth being pressed against the wound on your arm. You could smell the sour scent of alcohol fuming from its fabrics as it was dabbed repeatedly to disinfect it. Izuku had murmured a small apology when he saw your furrowed brows in response to the pain and he continued to clean it until most of the blood was gone. It wasn’t long since you stormed away from the pack with Izuku. It was about a few hours before you were out of the mountains and Izuku had brought you to a small abandoned cabin within the forest. He said he stayed there when he was searching for you.

The cabin had two rooms, a kitchen, a bathing room, and outside was an outhouse. Currently, you two were in a room you claimed as yours, sitting upon a small bed that could barely fit two people. The mattress was incredibly thin to where you could feel the skeleton of the springs poking into your backside, along with the pillows being completely flattened and lacking in it’s supposed plushy shape. The room itself wasn’t the most glamorous. With wooden floors and walls and a tiny table holding a melted candle on top of a tray next to the window, there was nothing you were impressed by except for the fact that this cabin seemed to hold well against the brutal cold winter had to offer.

Izuku was quiet for the entire time since you settled in the cabin, but you knew by the way he bit his lip that he was holding back on speaking. He probably had so many questions, you knew you would’ve if your best friend went missing for weeks and found them living with a pack of wolves. The room was nearly silent, filled with the quiet hisses you would make whenever the cloth would touch your ruptured skin. You couldn’t miss the sound of the gulps he made whenever he stopped to stare at the gashes. You must’ve wondered what was going through his head at the sight of it. It was a rather grotesque splitting of skin, revealing the red flesh in between with chunks of meat barely holding on and near the corners of the gashes, your skin was starting to peel into itself. The third time he stopped to stare was when he spoke.

“W-Who was that wolf?” He stuttered out, pausing to question himself whether he should say his next words. He said them anyway. “Y-Your lover…?”

“It’s complicated…” you sighed. You weren’t sure how to label Katsuki, especially after what happened.

“But he hurt you,” he stated the obvious, glancing up to meet your eyes.

“It was by mistake. You saw him at his worst anyway.”

“____... That was terrifying. I’ve never been so afraid before in my life. I seriously thought I was going to die, and all because I hugged you?” Izuku shook his head, letting out a sigh when he tossed the cloth on the bed and picked up the bandages. He was trying to rid of the fear that latched on to him from recalling that memory. The hair on his arms were erect just by the thought of his blood colored eyes glaring into his own.

The shaking of Izuku’s hands were evident when he began to wrap the bandages around your wound. He couldn’t hide how traumatized he was. So, for him (and maybe for yourself), you changed the subject. “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy. Most of it was just by hunch but I knew I would have to prepare myself to visit the wolves to confirm if you were alive.”

Everyone in your village knew that going into the mountains were a literal death sentence. As small children, the adults warned of the wolf packs that resided within them and as teenagers, the youth would dare each other to travel up there, only to disappear or to return with a face disfigured by the slashes that tore their skin. The mountains are no place for humans. A brusque voice belonging to a man who you remembered was dragging another lifeless body out of the forest, his face no longer recognizable but his clothes identified him as a boy you’ve seen around your village. The wolves never ate trespassers but rather mangled them in warning to all who consider the idea of it.

Such a thought had you wondering if you weren’t here to save him, would he had fallen to the same fate as the boy from your village?

“That was foolish… What if I wasn’t there? You wouldn’t have faced any mercy against them.”

“It was a chance I had to take,” he abruptly said, pulling his hands away when he sealed your bandages with a knot. He found your eyes were on them, sorrow shaking your irises, tears reluctant to fall, clamping on to the last bit of strength escaping at the sight of it. The bandages were already staining red as they soaked in your blood and a murmur from Izuku about stitching the wound fell deaf to your ears. “The bandages should stop the bleeding soon, I wrapped it tight enough, but we probably would have to stitch it.” No response left him worried, but he didn’t know that a sob would’ve force its way out if you had spoken.

“Maybe you need some rest,” he took note of your only reaction being a bite to your lip and he stood up, giving a caress to your forehead before leaving you with a departing smile. “Call me if you need anything, I’m right next door.”

The door had shut behind him and as if on cue, you hunched over your lap, gripping your bandaged arm until you felt your palm grow moist with your blood.

…

Night had fallen upon the lands and the stars twinkled innocently above, served as a canvas for the half-moon that laid supine against it. A soothing atmosphere was a sign for a storm coming and the wolves were steadily preparing for it by carrying the outside furniture indoors by the order of Mitsuki. Although, they were quite oblivious of the very storm that brewed within their mountains. The ground was trembling under Katsuki’s feet as he circled around in his cave, unable to stay still with his rage. He held his hands into a fist, so clenched that veins from his knuckles to the upper part of his arms were apparent. The anger had reddened his usually fair skin and he found himself kicking a wooden chair to the floor in one of his strides.

Ochako had walked into his cave unannounced to the sight of him releasing his rage on a chair, that particular action aroused a series of words from him, too much involved in his head to notice her presence. When her voice came, he wasn’t nonplussed at the sound but rather, furious that it didn’t belong to you. He didn’t want any other woman in his cave defiling your lingering scent.

“Katsuki, I beg of you,” she started, and he was already growling, “go find her.”

“She chose to be with that bastard… It was obvious she didn’t want me.”

“This is no time for self-pitying,” she approached with caution, stopping just arm length away from him. He remained stagnant with his back towards her, his gaze melting into the wooden legs of the upturned chair. “She’s hurt because of you... and by you.”

She was relentless in her words, solemn capturing the intonation of her vocals. “You know what that means, don’t you? She’ll bleed to death without you.”

“Then maybe she shouldn’t have left me,” he hissed.

“Have you no sense in that giant head of yours? She will die - what isn’t in those words that wouldn’t make you go after her?”

“I think you forgotten your place if you’re talking to me like that. I know you’re that stupid, but I don’t need you yammering in my ear about my decisions. She fucking made her choice and if that leads to her death then so be it.”

The words coming out of Katsuki wasn’t believable to her, it lacked the usual softness when he spoke of you, indifference was the least expected emotion to hear from him. Her disbelief led her to walk around to face him, wondering if those words had matched his expression. How grave it felt when those red eyes that laid upon her embodied the soul of wrath.

“You’re insufferable. It’s no wonder she left. Who would want to be with someone as arrogant and cruel as you. You don’t even care that she would bleed to death, her last memory of you being a beast!”

“Ochako, get out of my face.”

“She loves you, you idiot! The only thing she talked about with me was you! Asking me questions about you, asking me whether she should make up with you. All she thought about was you! All she wanted was you! But as usual, you’re always ruining things that were good for you all because you’re too stubborn to listen to reason!”

“Then why did she leave me, huh?! If that’s true, then why the fuck isn’t she by my side right now?!”

“What do you think? It’s because you don’t listen.”

He growled darkly, turning to storm off but Ochako grabbed his arm and he tore it out of her hold, spitting out, “don’t touch me!” But she was as relentless in her words as she was in her actions, persistence was something Katsuki currently didn’t have the patience for.

“Katsuki!” A final tug on the sleeves of his clothes was what made his voice bounce against the stony walls.

“Ochako, I swear - if you test me, I won’t hold back! I’m not going to run to her side or whatever the fuck you want me to do. She made her choice, she chose to leave me with another man after all that I did for her! So, if you want to still be a part of this pack by the end of the night, then you best get the hell out of my face. Now.”

…

Darkness resided in all corners of the cabin, its long fingers stretched around the halls, consuming all who lingered within it. A figure stood tall, flat against the walls, with sharp eyes that narrowed in silts. It moved about with lanky limbs through the shadows whose footsteps were barely audible against the wooden floors. How the wooden boards of the flooring didn’t creak under the weight of it was beyond the logic of physics. It stood in front of the door to your room, claws clutched at the doorknob, turning it sluggishly until it clicked, and the door pushed open with a groan.

Glowing slits shrouded in the dark found your body upon the bed, supine on the bare mattress, and arm covered in bandages. Your sweat gathered at your clavicles, and your eyebrows clenched together along with the fist of your injured arm. You were too deep in your conscious to be aware of the figure clambering over you, eyes fallen over the motion of your chest, the rise and fall defined the crease of your cleavage that peeked behind the collar of your tunic. A claw slithered around and squeezed your soft breast, and your nipple hardened in response. You stirred slightly, expression tightening when aggression rose in its movements. You began gasping like the air had suddenly left your lungs and the oxygen of the surrounding area dissipated.

The bandages around your arm was suddenly squeezed against your skin, the pounding of your heart nearly felt from the tightness. Pain had shot up through your upper arm like a needle was dug through your heated skin.

You woke up, but to darkness. Still, something was there. You felt its weight push against you and your scream was eaten by a palm clasped around your lips. You tousled with the figure with your eyes alert in the dark. You couldn’t see a thing, but you felt everything, from the palm pressed against your mouth to the hand juggling between your breasts and stomach, the feeling of something but nothing at all.

Still, you fought with all of your might, muffled screams and kicks that seemed to hit nothing but the dark. One of your hands slapped the air at the feeling of something hovering over you, your legs forcefully splitting for the weight that shifted in between them. You whimpered, most of it muffled. The tears fell silent while the gash on your arm grew loud in agony.

The palm had left your mouth, but fear had held you hostage, so your words had fallen in reserve behind gritted teeth and your energy was spent throwing your arms against your assaulter, hitting, yet again, the darkness.

But something was there. You could feel its presence, its slimy claws stretching your collar until it ripped. Something was being pressed in between your legs, slightly rocking against you to create friction.

“S-Stop…” Your protest faltered when those claws bound your neck into the pillow and you were forced to stare up into the abyss, into the eyes of nothing yet you felt the heat of nothing upon your face.

The claws then sunk through the wound of your arm, earning a piping scream as you tousled and squirmed, shouted and kicked at the burning sensation of your skin splitting. At that point, your only wish was to have its claws taken out of your raw flesh. It felt like your arm was sitting bare under the sun, fried under its gaze until all that remained was a crusted overlay of dried blood and mangled skin.

“H-Help…!” You found yourself calling into the abyss, the torment now reaching your upper arm and shoulder.

“Katsuki…!”

A call of your name was what you heard, and your eyes opened to a pair of emerald eyes surrounded by the dim lighting of a candle. Your arms were being held down by the hands grasping them, one of them careful enough not to touch the wound that was profusely dripping of blood. You were still thrashing around in his grip, heaving as if you finally gained control of your lungs.

“K-Katsuki! Katsuki!” You screamed his name like it would’ve offered you some protection. Hysteria had embraced you and kept you far from reality.

Izuku hugged you, despite not being the one who you called for. His hand held your head beside his clavicles, shushing the sobs that left you. “Shh… I’m right here. I’m here…”

His soothing voice worked as a spell, your thrashing reduced to small whimpers as your arms lazily went under his arms and your fingers dug into his back. You hadn’t yet been released from the dream, in fact, your mind hadn’t yet realized that this was reality and the Katsuki you believed you were holding was nothing more than your imagination.

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Flowers on your head

Genre: Bad Boy!Changbin, Highschool!AU, Fluff

Summary: It’s Changbin’s birthday and you had a cute little gift for him

Warnings: None

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAREST BABY CHANGBIN !!!!!!!!!!! i only squeezed this in my many requests lined up so sorry for mistakes!! 🤧💕💕✨💗✨❤️✨💗💕 i love this boi so much pls also i think we are now the same height skkddkks smol bean

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You were currently sitting inside your last class of the day. The time seemed slower than usual and it was bumming you out.

Your boyfriend, Changbin, is celebrating his birthday today, yet ironically, you haven’t seen him at all. You had conversation over text but you really haven’t interacted with him physically. It sucked.

While looking at the clock, your fingers impatiently drummed against your desk. As soon as you heard the ringing of the bell, you shoved your things inside your bag and rushed out of the room.

You ran to the gates where you told Changbin to wait, but since it was your unlucky day, he wasn’t there. Your next plan was to call him and you did. It rang once, twice, thrice—it kept ringing but no answer.

You mentally scolded yourself, ‘Good job, Y/N. Where the heck would you find that guy?’

There your phone started ringing. Thinking it was Changbin, you answered the call without looking at the caller I.D.

“You Dark-loving boy, where are you?” You said in an annoyed tone

“Oh, Y/N, this is Chan.”

In hearing this, you looked at the screen to see that it was Chan calling, not Changbin. Chan is one of Changbin’s close friends and the guy who mostly stops your boyfriend in fighting.

You cleared your throat, collecting your cool before resuming to the call.

“Hey Chan, sorry, I thought you were Changbin. What’s up?” You said.

“We’re planning to surprise Changbin and we wanted to invite you. Are you down?”

“Of course I am!” You cheered, jumping on the spot like a little 4-year-old.

“Great! We’ll you in front of the fast food chain right beside Changbin’s apartment. See you!”

When he dropped the call, you wasted no time and immediately began running to the meeting place. As you were running, you remembered an important thing— you had no present to give.

Not wanting to appear without any gift, you made a quick detour in a field of flowers where Changbin would bring you to. You began picking colorful flowers to create one beautiful flower crown, a crown that you think would cutely fit Changbin.

When you were satisfied with the flowers you gathered, you arranged them while walking down the streets. With furrowed brows, you carefully made the crown, avoiding people and garbage on the street along the way.

Just as you finished your little gift, you found yourself standing in front of the restaurant Chan had told you. You see a group of boys and assumed that it was them, you approached them.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them with a smile.

They responded with a chorus of ‘hello’ and ‘hi’. You have noticed that one of the boys, Woojin, was holding a white box.

You pointed it out. “Is that the cake?”

Woojin nodded. “It’s a vanilla cake,” he added.

“Well, everything seems ready. Let’s go!”

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Inside Changbin’s apartment, he was laying down on his bed while playing with the munchlax plushie you gave him before. He hasn’t seen you all day and he wanted to call you so bad but he knew you were in your class, unlike him who skipped a day again.

He felt bored playing with the plushie so he decided to grab some leftovers inside the fridge. He slowly walked towards the kitchen, almost falling once because of the stool he hadn’t seen.

Just as he was about to open the fridge, the sound of his apartment door opening stopped him. He looked at the door and saw his friends with a cake in hand.

“Happy birthday to you~” They started singing.

Changbin chuckled, “What’s all this? You guys are not the type to throw surprise parties.”

The boys laughed and playfully smudged icing on his cheeks. Changbin’s eyes wandered pass the group of boys, obviously looking for you.

“Where’s Y/N?” Changbin asked.

As soon as he asked, somebody covered his eyes. He smiled because he knew who it was, yet he pretended he didn’t know.

“Yah, who is this?” He laughed, taking the hands of his eyes and turned around.

He met your smiling face that he loved the most. Because of your contagious smile, Changbin smiled too and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Happy Birthday,” you greeted and placed ypur little gift on his head.

It startled Changbin at first, his hand reaching for the crown but you stopped him. “It looks cute on you,” you explained.

Changbin blushed and hid his face on the crook of your neck, making you giggle. You hear the boys whistle and tease but you couldn’t care less. Changbin mumbled a ‘thank you’ and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Okay lover birds, time for cake!” Jisung said and everyone cheered.

Changbin once again tried to remove the flower crown but your pouting face made him stop. “Don’t remove it, I worked hard to make that,” you said in a sulky tone.

“But it doesn’t really go well with my dark vibe,” he pointed out.

“It looks cute on you! Please don’t remove it.”

Changbin paused for a while, looking straight at you who clinged on his arm while staring at him with puppy eyes.

“Fine, I won’t remove it,” he said in defeat.

You both walked towards the boys who are now busy eating cake. Changbin ruffled the hair of Jeongin, making the youngest look at him with cake stuffed in his mouth. Jeongin waved Changbin off to continue eating the vanilla cake.

“Wow, eating the cake before the birthday boy?” Changbin jokingly asked.

While Changbin bickered with the boys, you grabbed a piece of cake to calm your boyfriend who has a bit of a tantrum.

“Here’s your cake, Binnie,” says you who held the plate for Changbin to grab.

The commotion died down and now all eyes were on you. You innocently blinked, not knowing why their attention was all on you. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Did you just call Changbin...Binnie?” Minho surprisingly asked.

You were still clueless, “What’s wrong with Binnie?”

Hyunjin started giggling then the rest of the boys started laughing. Changbin, on the other hand, was blushing furiously and had his hands covering his face.

“Who would have thought that the ‘bad guy’ in school would wear a flower crown and be called ‘Binnie’ by his S/O?” Hyunjin said in between laughs.

“Flowers can be manly too!” Changbin fought back.

“I think it’s cute,” you replied and walked up to your embarrassed boyfriend.

“Hey Binnie,” you removed his hand from his face and placed a short kiss on his lips, “you’re really cute when you blush.”

You never thought a person could blush this hard, but there’s Changbin right in front of you, his face burning in a shade of a tomato. Changbin then went to engulf you in a hug, knocking something off in the process.

Everyone got startled when the sound of glass shattering was heard. You all looked at the broken glass and some boys gasped dramatically.

“Changbin! How can you drop the cake!?”