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diabloindigo · 2 years ago

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If you woke up as the opposite sex, what would you do?

Wear some nice mens’ clothes like a cardigan sweater and a newsboy hat. Enjoy pants with ample size pockets. Go to a cigar bar to smoke and drink whiskey. Pee outside. Hang out with that co-worker who’s stoned off his ass all of the time w/o worrying about gender roles and boundaries (strictly platonic).

When was the last time someone made you laugh really hard?

At Trivia Night.

What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever licked?

9-Volt battery pulled form my vault lock to test it (it was dead).

What is something you enjoy doing but you think others won’t like it?

Watching animation. I tried introducing my friends to Tuca & Bertie, but they weren’t into it.

What is the first thing you wash when you get in the shower/bath? Hair

Have you ever had a candle lit dinner? Yeah, but not in a romantic context or setting. I went to ��Local Fancy Restaurant” and ate a rack of lamb by candlelight before seeing Dear Evan Hanson. And there’s the kerosene lamps when I eat at Cracker Barrel.

Is anybody staying over this weekend? No

What is your favorite breed of dog?

English Springer Spaniels. I’ve raised three of them, and they were the most cuddly and affectionate dogs I’ve ever had. Especially my last one. He was such a good boy.

Are you a cat or dog person?

I go both ways. I’ve never really owned a cat because the people I live with dislike cats. Goose was an exception because he was well behaved but I just fed him and let him hang around the front yard until he disappeared, plus I was dealing with a severely ill parent so it was not a good time to really adopt and convert the cat into an indoor cat.

What is something you eat everyday?

I chain drink Liquid Death almost daily. Chicken...yogurt...

Are you tan right now?

Uh, kinda. Not a Trump tan, but my forearms are a bit darker than the parts of my body covered in clothing.

If not, are you going to lay out soon?

I don’t get tans intentionally. If I get one from hiking or being outside, then yeah, but I don’t lay out in the sun or go to tanning salons.

Have you bought a new bathing suit this year?

At least three. Speedo falsely advertises “fade-resistant.”

Does summer make you excited?

Yes because I get nine weeks of vacation, I can sleep a little later, work on writing, read the books that I want to read, and hang out with my friends.

What annoys you the most?

Drivers that slow down traffic because they insist on texting or being on their phones. Bullshit paperwork that nobody reads.

Where was the last place you went?

Tournament at the local shooting range gun club.

What room are you in right now?

My den. i was going to re-watch the trippy surreal conclusion of Netfilx’s Beef. I wanted to make a screenshot of when Amy and Danny talk about how they (people) used to have tails and Danny declares that he can feel where his used to be. (It’s a weird scene, but it’s a good one when you see the show for context).

Look behind you, what do you see? Dad’s work station and framed photos of my family.

Do you want to be anywhere else right now?

Bed. Or a hot springs spa.

What’s on your mind right now?

I think I need to get to sleep fairly soon here. I still need to finish my lesson for tomorrow. It’ll be an easy week because of state standardized testing on Thursday. The aforementioned trippy scene from Beef.

Are you a fan of a lot of things on Facebook?

I only use it because most of my friends and family use it so that’s how I connect with them.

Do you think Farmville is stupid? Is it that game where you build a farm and earn coins for expanding your farm? I don’t care for those types of games.

Do you make your own ChexMix? No reason to.

Do you think anybody you can’t have?

If you mean do I think about people that I can’t have, then yes. I have a few crushes but those thoughts are as prevalent as what I want to order off the menu at Taco Bell (they don’t occupy much space in my mind).

Do you know how to pop lock and drop it? i do not.

Do you speak your mind?

If I’m angry, high, or drunk.

Why do people answer surveys like they are angry?

I don’t think people are necessarily angry, but a lot of context can be lost in text responses.

Have you ever lived a lie?

Once upon a time, I acted like a textbook teacher. Proper and all that. But then I met the aforementioned co-worker (the guy who’s stoned all of the time) and he taught me that I don’t have to act prim and proper, that I can be (within reason) blunt and a little unpolished. And then there was the time we had an active shooter lockdown at school (not a drill, it was a real threat). I was angry/scared and using a lot of foul language about the alleged active shooter while stacking desks against the classroom door and I even took my belt off to use as a makeshift weapon if the alleged assailant came to my room. That class got a good look at my blunt, unpolished side that day. They didn’t seem to have any issues. Recently, Ive stopped making my anxiety a secret and I keep several fidget toys at my desk. During the lockdown, one student was in tears from a panic attack. I gave her all of my stress toys to help calm her down.

Has somebody ever walked in on you having sex?

N/A

Have you ever cheated on someone before? N/a

If so, what was the outcome? I’ve dealt with enough of this bullshit when this boy (I will never refer to him as a man even if he was in his late thirties) was cheating on my cousin and co-worker/ friend at the same time.

Have you ever been in trouble for something you didn’t do?

Yes, but I do not want to revisit that memory.

Can you handle the truth?

Yes

Has a prank ever gone wrong before?

Maybe. i don’t remember.

Do you fool people on April Fool’s day?

No. Probably because I don’t want the prank to backfire or go too far.

What kind of car do your parents drive?

Mom was driving my old 2000 Pontiac Sunfire before she had a stroke in 2013. Dad had a Nissan Rogue before he lost his ability to drive.

Are you hungry right now?

No. I had a good dinner. Grilled chicken, okra, mashed potatoes. And I ate a finger-sized chunk of sirloin that I cooked for my lunch tomorrow (I had to sample the meat while it was warm and fresh).

Is there anybody you wish you were spending time with right now?

not at the moment.

Are you doing anything other than this survey?

No. I will finish my lesson when I’m through with this.

One word to describe yourself.

Can you tell me about your dream last night?

i don’t remember it.

What is beside you right now?

Couch cushions

What is for dinner tonight?

I had a grilled chicken plate. Dad had carne asada street tacos.

Did you eat anything for breakfast?

It was a pissy little meal: fruit yogurt squeezy pouch, half a stick of pork bacon jerky (It was coated in too much white gristle globs so I threw the other half out for the foxes and coyotes at the firing range), and a can of Liquid Death water.

You’re bored right now: What do you do?

Watch T.V. or go on social media.

What is your favorite breakfast cereal?

Count Chocula. Anything with marshmallow bits.

Do you regret giving something away?

My books. That’s why I love my Archive.org account. I favorite all of the copies of the books that I’ve given away over the years since I had to clear space: the R.L. Stine Fear Street books, the Serendipity Books, dozens of 1990s cheesy horror books told from the werewolf’s point of view.

Do you wear your heart on your sleeve?

Yes.

Do you think anything is going to go wrong here soon?

I’m dealing/caring for a sick/ disabled parent, I had a devastating medical diagnosis a couple years ago, i need surgery this summer...statistically, there’s the probability of declining health, death, or complications. I try not to think about it too much.

Have you ever cried on your best friend’s shoulder?

No. i don't want to soak them with my tears.

If your best friend was crying, what would you do?

Comfort them as best as i can.

What do you do when you want to relax?

Merge into the sofa and turn on the T.V. to comfort shows.

Have you ever fell asleep and class and drooled all over the desk?

That’s disgusting (no).

Have you ever fell off a cliff in your sleep and twitched?

I think I kick a lot in my sleep. Poor dog would sleep at the foot but he would be on the floor by morning.

Do you still watch Disney channel?

No. Only for The Owl House but now that that’s over..

How many months/days until your next birthday?

Five.

Do you type the numbers or write them out? it depends on the number and my mood.

What was the last website you visited?

Amazon.com, LiquidDeath.com

Would you give into peer pressure? I do now...I go along when my co workers want fast food and I should not be eating a lot of that. And no, the only non-fried, low-sugar option at Sonic is ice water.

Are you the only person in the room your in right now? yeah.

Who else lives with you?

Just me and my Dad. I stick around to help with laundry and taking out the trash, getting his medicines at CVS.

Do you like your house?

Yes. It’s a decent size and a few improvements have been made to the yards. It’s safe and cozy.

What’s on your bed right now?

Plaid linens from Target. Fuzzy blankets. Several plush wolves and red pandas.

Have you ever fell down a flight of stairs?

Not a flight, but I tripped on a step in a Tokyo hotel after drinking a little too much sake.

Elevator or steps.

Steps unless I’m carrying a load like a pack mule.

What was the last thing you took out of the fridge?

A fresh can of cold Liquid Death spring water.

Have you ever had food poisoning? Yes.

When was the last time you threw up?

Couple of weeks ago. Ate something that didn't agree with me.

What would you do if a blind man touched your butt?

walk away quickly because i’m not a confrontational person, and it would likely be an accident. (<--- Me too)

What is on your dresser/vanity right now?

An over-sized mint green ceramic coffee mug holding my wooden combs, metal mesh tray with nail clippers and a spare Apple Watch band, box of paper towels, Febreeze bottle, bottles of vitamins and supplements. Unused gift cards.

Do you straighten your hair everyday?

I dry it after showering and curl the edges under my jawline. Then I use the wooden combs to keep it neat. And i keep a card-thin metal comb in my phone wallet to clean up my hair throughout the day.

Don’t you love lazy days?

Yes, but they are rare.

Do you hate being lied to or does it matter?

I don’t give a rat’s ass if someone farts and blames the dog.

But I hate it when I’m lied to by someone important or if the lie is social engineering to attempt to coerce me into doing something.

Have you ever been smacked by your parents? yeah.

Did you ever run away? no.

If so, where did you go? i didn’t.

Do you grandparents live close to you?

They’re all deceased

What is a good age to die?

I’d say a ripe old age, but who’s to say what number is a ripe old age?

Do you have any pens around you? I have a black gel pen in my phone wallet

What’s on your key ring?

Door hook, Apple Air Tag, home keys and work keys. And the Car remote.

#personal #rambles #random monkey shit #survey

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the-cult-of-russo · 4 years ago

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No Going Back

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Request : good morning. i wanna request number 8. “Maybe you should just leave now.” angst/fighting dialogue. to be correct it is for billy russo right?

A/N: yes it's my Billy boy :') he a lil soft in this though but also an asshole lmaooo not gonna lie, this one had me swept up in the emotion. It hit quite close to home and now I'm sad :')

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness and heartbreak. Billy fucked up big time lol

Your hands were shaking as you slammed the door to your apartment. Tears stained your cheeks and you kicked your heels off before storming to your bedroom, grabbing a duffel bag and starting to pack his things that he'd left around. Heartbroken didn't even cover it.

You knew this would happen, it's why you fought against it for so long. But you were stupid and ended falling for his bullshit and now you were a mess.

You and Billy had been together officially for 7 months. You'd met a year ago at a bar and hit it off, but when he tried to take you home you'd denied him. That apparently piqued his interest even more. He'd always be at the bar every Friday when you went and it was always easy to just be yourself around him. You didn't take him up on his offer and he would offer every time. He never made it a secret that he wanted you.

But as the months drew on, you both got to know each other more and it became a sort of friendship. You had to admit you felt something when you looked forward to seeing him. He'd asked you once why you were so against it and you'd been pretty blunt with him. You knew of his reputation and you weren't into it. You didn't do one night stands or casual sex. You wanted a relationship, someone to settle down with. You wanted something real. You told him you didn't think he was capable of that and he'd break your heart.

Five months into knowing each other and he'd switched from just wanting to fuck you to wanting to actually date you and you'd still put up a fight. But as your feelings for him grew, he wore you down. The moment you agreed to that date, which he'd been over the moon about, everything changed.

It had been so easy to be with him. He treated you like a queen, was more affectionate than you'd have thought, and you enjoyed each other's company. He was busy with Anvil a lot so you didn't see him every day but he'd call if he couldn't see you or send you sweet texts. He swore to you up and down that he'd never hurt you, never do what you'd thought he would do when you turned him down all those times.

You'd see the looks women gave him when you went out together or were at an event as his date and sometimes you'd feel insecure. But he only had eyes for you it seemed and it reassured you. It lulled you into a false sense of security that he'd actually changed. That he actually cared about you.

But you were wrong. So very fucking wrong and now you were paying for it. You'd been having dinner with a friend you hadn't seen in a while when it happened. Your eyes finding Billy across the restaurant. He was sat with a pretty blonde, very up close and intimate as they whispered god knows what to each other. You'd felt your heart crack but tried to deny it. It was just flirting, nothing more. But then… he'd leaned in and kissed her.

You'd shot out of your seat so fast the chair fell over and ran out of the place like someone had lit a fire up your ass. And you knew he'd seen you because you heard him shouting your name as you jumped into a cab and left.

You hated yourself for being surprised at what he'd done. You'd told him this was exactly how it would go but he'd swore to you. And you allowed yourself to buy into his bullshit because you loved him.

Most of his things packed, you padded over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring a large glass. You swigged it in one and felt the warmth bloom in your chest. It did little to ease the hopeless sorrow that consumed you though.

There was a rough knock at your door and you heard Billy call your name loudly. You tensed, heart breaking all over again as the tears seemed to be never ending. You didn't want to talk to him, to even look at him. But this was it. You couldn't stay with him, not now. You'd never be able to trust him again. You knew you had to tell him it was done so you could lick your wounds and heal from the pain.

"Y/N, please… open the door," Billy begged from the other side. You walked over, unlocking it but not opening it as you stormed back off to your bedroom. You knew he'd let himself in. You heard his heavy footsteps entering as you shoved another of his shirts in the bag, one you liked to sleep with.

"Can we talk?" He asked hesitantly.

"No," you bit out, eyes snapping to him. His face fell when he saw you crying and he took a tentative step into the room.

"Please, Y/N, let me explain," he frowned. You laughed but it held no joy. Only a deep rooted pain that was latched onto your soul.

"Explain? Really? What, you gonna say you tripped and your mouth landed on hers?! I saw it with my own eyes, Billy! You don't need to explain anything!" You roared, pure pain lacing your words.

He clenched his jaw as he shook his head, eyes glassy as he stared at you.

"I'm-I'm sorry," he started softly, reaching out to grab your arm but you smacked it away harshly. He looked like a kicked puppy and you hated it. He didn't get to be upset about this.

"How long have you been fucking her then?" You asked snidely as you grabbed the duffel bag, holding it in a death grip.

"I haven't fucked her," he muttered quietly. You snorted deprecatingly and he bit down on his lower lip.

"Yet?" You asked knowingly. His guilty glance to the floor told you everything you needed to know.

"How long, Billy? How long have you been cheating on me?" You asked, your voice wavered but your gaze had nothing but fire in it and he shifted where he stood. He couldn't look at you.

"A month. It was always one night, I never went back to someone," he frowned. Pain clawed its way through your chest and you threw the bag at him hard. He caught it but stumbled a little and he looked at you forlornly.

"Well, I guess that makes it better then, right?" You asked coldly and he flinched.

You stormed past him back to the kitchen area and he followed quickly.

"Please listen to me, Y/N. I need to make this right," he pleaded desperately. You whirled around to face him, face flushed and tear stained and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"Why? Why did you just decide after 6 months together to do this to me? You promised me, Billy! I knew this would happen but you fought for this! For us! Why?! Just so you could break my heart?!" You bellowed, a mix of anger and utter despair in your tone.

His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it, staring at the floor.

"I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I didn't. I just…" his voice cracked as his teary eyes landed on you.

"Maybe you should just leave now," you uttered. Your whole body was trembling and you felt sick. You couldn't stand to look at him. He stepped closer to you, dropping the bag on the floor but you took a step back. It would be far too easy to fall for his bullshit again and if he touched you, you didn't think you'd be able to get him to leave.

It felt like pure pain ripped through your chest, the weight of the world crashing down around you. You slumped onto a dining chair as a raw sob clawed its way out. Billy was kneeling in front of you in seconds, his own cheeks now damp as he cupped your cheeks. You moved your head from his grip and shook your head.

"I loved you, you know that?" You whispered brokenly though your tears. You'd never outright said it, mostly in fear of his reaction. But it had all gone to shit anyway. His lip trembled again, scrunching his nose up a little as he shook his head. He looked utterly devastated and it made you angry so you continued.

"I loved you with everything I had. I trusted you with my life. I ripped out my own beating heart and willingly gave it to you because you swore to me you wouldn't do this. You just took it and stomped all over it. How could you do this to me?" Your last words were strained as the tears flowed freely.

"Please let me fix this," he begged helplessly. He was crying openly now, not trying to hide it as he gazed at you from the floor.

"You can't fix it. I'll never be able to trust you again. It's not just the sex, Billy! You've been lying to me for a month. All those business meetings or times you were away? And you just… you'd come back to me with a smile and tell me sweet words. Looked me in the fucking eye and not feel guilty," you choked out. He shook his head vigorously, hands clasping yours so tight you couldn't pull them away.

"You've got no idea how guilty I felt. It's been eatin' me up from the inside out," he lamented.

"Why would you…? What was it? You just got bored of me? Decided you didn't want me anymore? You should have just ended this because it would hurt less than this," you wept pitifully. He shook his head, clutching your hands tighter.

"Don't… Don't say that, I do want you. I know I don't deserve you, I know I'm an asshole. And… and maybe I shoulda left it alone when you told me this would happen, but I was selfish and I-I couldn't. You were never like the others. I knew that from the moment we met. But then… then things were gettin' serious and I just… I freaked out and went back to my default 'cause I didn't know how to…'' he cried, screwing his face up as he hung his head.

You sobbed as you stood, his hands falling away and you moved to lean against the table as he stood.

"It would be bad enough if I'd just got with you in the first place and you did this. But I wanted to avoid this. I tried so hard but you kept on at it. And it hurts so much more because you promised me you wouldn't do this and I believed you. I thought you'd changed, that you…" you ran a hand through your hair, tugging on it as the tears wouldn't stop.

He stepped to you, grasping your face in both hands and you couldn't bring yourself to fight it despite the pain it brought you. His endless eyes were all consuming, his cheeks wet from his own tears.

"Please… please, Y/N, don't do this. Let me make it right," he begged tearfully.

"Without trust, we have nothing. Everytime you're on your phone I'd wonder if you were talking to another woman. When you're out I'd be paranoid about who you were with. I can't live like that, Billy. I can't live my life in… in an anxious, jealous haze. That's not a relationship," you whispered.

He made a pained noise and it squeezed your heart so hard you thought it might implode.

"I was never good enough for you. I knew that. But I wanted… I wanted to try and be-be a good man… for you. And I fucked up so bad and I just…" his words trailed off into a hopeless sob and you squeezed your eyes shut. You wished there was a way to fix this but there wasn't. You wouldn't be in one of those relationships without trust. Checking your partner's phone and always checking in. It would break you.

"You need to leave, Billy," your words were a mere breath and his hands on your face tightened for a moment before they fell to his sides. He looked completely broken and you were sure you looked the same. He opened his mouth before promptly closing it, his jaw ticking as he moved away and pushed the heels of his palms to his eyes.

You wrapped your arms around yourself like it would protect you from the pain and glared at the floor. You could still feel his gaze burning into you. You glanced at him as he grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder. You had to fight the urge to grab onto him as he walked to your door. You felt like you were dying.

He grabbed the handle but stopped, not looking at you as his body tensed.

"I want you to know… I love you too," his pained words felt like a punch to the gut and you covered your mouth with a hand but it did little to stop the noise that left your lips. He looked over his shoulder at you, still holding the door handle.

"I know that… right now you probably don't believe me, but I do. And I'm sorry. I-I never wanted you to get hurt. You deserve so much better," he muttered despondently. With that, he opened the door and slipped out of your apartment. Of your life.

You fell to the floor as heaving sobs left your chest. It would have been easier if he came here being an asshole. Cold and emotionless like you knew he could be at times. But seeing him, his emotions so raw and on display, it cut you deeper than any knife could. And you believed him. You knew him well enough to believe that he fell in love with you and freaked out. You knew it would happen which is why you'd turned him down at the start. You believed he never wanted to hurt you. And you wished you could forgive him. You saw how much it hurt him too but you couldn't. You couldn't get over the betrayal and you didn't think you ever could.

He'd sabotaged what you both had because of his inability to deal with what he felt and the bitter knowledge that if he'd just accepted it, how different your future would be with him, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Billy had opened up to you a lot in your time together about his past and you knew how much it had messed him up. You knew it left him struggling with emotions and relationships and you felt for him. For the lost boy who'd never felt love and didn't know how to cope with it. But nothing could erase the heartbreak. The hurt that he'd given you. Because even if you'd one day be able to forgive him, you'd never be able to forget.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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❝ IMPORTANT TRAITS IN HAIKYUU BOYS RELATIONSHIPS ❞

ft : hinata, kageyama, oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, kenma, atsumu, suna, bokuto, akaashi and sakusa

HINATA SHOYO

-> support : he gets excited about your goals and dreams and would love if you were just as supportive of his. he’ll be there to pick you back up and push you further meaning he’d hope you’d do the same for him back. he truly believes supporting each other and encouraging you both to do your best is one of the key aspects of being together. he’ll be your biggest cheerleader and would want you to be his too. support on both sides is important to him and he’ll do his best to highlight this to you from the very beginning.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

-> individualism : he wants the two of you to work out as you are, no changing for each other. if you can handle him at best you can handle him at his worst, he doesn’t want to have to change to fit the needs of you, nor would he expect you to change to fit the needs of him. he wants someone who will work with him and not force him to change his attitude or personality because in the past he struggled with accommodating to others and he’d hate to have to do it again or make you feel like you have to change for him

OIKAWA TOORU

-> reliance : he can’t be there for you 24/7 despite the fact he would want to be able to. he needs someone who he can rely to wait on him and be a little understanding and patient. he’s doing his best for the both of you but he needs to know he can rely on you to come home to no matter whatever stupid hours he’s walking in because of demanding practice. he’ll always put you first in the long run, but he needs to know you’ll be there to come home to every night and he relies on you to be his pillar when he begins to self destruct on his own. he needs to know you’ll love him all the same whether he’s by your side or not. no matter what though, he’ll have your back if you have his.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

-> honesty : a ‘no bullshit’ approach to things. he likes things transparent, raw and crystal clear for him to see and understand and that goes for your relationship too. he believes trust is everything and he’ll expect you to be honest with him no matter the consequences it might cause. he’d rather you be straight up with him than pretend to feel a certain way behind his back. problems are sorted quickly through honest words and hes a firm believer in taking things through this approach as it’s the most obvious and efficient way to understanding each other in a relationship.

KUROO TETSURŌ

-> stability : he’s seen the ups and mostly downs of his parents relationship and yearns one the complete opposite to it. he wants someone he can count on to tackle disagreements maturely and fairly to avoid huge clashes and fights. a stable relationship with mutual respect is something he seeks and he wants someone who will see things from his pov the same way he’ll always try to see things from your own. you both have issues and you’ll both sort through them fairly making sure your relationship is strong and stable with not a hint of bitterness in sight afterwards.

KOZUME KENMA

-> understanding : he’s not always the best at straight up communication but he is perceptive and he will always try to understand and sympathise with you, the same way he’d hope you’d do for him. he does his best to get his feelings across but they’re not always clear meaning he’ll need someone who can understand his love language which might be a little different to your own. as long as you can translate and understand that he does love you even if he can’t say it outstraight, that’s the thing that matters most to him and he’ll make sure to keep telling you he loves you in ways you can understand.

MIYA ATSUMU

-> communication : a little rough around the edges and maybe not always the best with his words, atsumu needs someone who will hear him out and communicate clearly with him. if you’re feeling some type of way, he’d expect you to tell him rather than dwell on it alone for him to pick your behaviour apart. he likes to tackle problems head-on and he believes that communicating clearly with each other plays a huge role in this as he can’t be there for you if you don’t tell him how you’re feeling. he lacks a filter and hopes as your relationship goes further, your own barriers break down and he can get you to knock down your walls and make you feel as if you can tell him anything no matter how blunt it maybe come across.

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> compromise : he won’t be huge on pda and he needs you to know that even if he’s not kissing you everytime you’re out in public, he loves you just as much as the guy who does kiss his partner in public. he needs to meet you halfway and compromise your barriers and limits a little. he’ll try to be more affectionate if that’s what you want but he’ll probably ask for you to wait until you’re in the privacy of your own home before getting a little more touchy. he’s trying, he really is, but he needs you to compromise your own desires a little so he can give you what you want but also stay true to his own terms where he’s comfortable.

BOKUTO KOUTARŌ

-> patience : he’s a little all over the place and that’s fine! but he’ll need you to wait out his mood swings a little because he doesn’t want you to have to put up with him all the time. he will want you to be a little patient with him and wait for him to spring back up again because he does try his best to stay in the right moods around you but sometimes he can’t help it. picking him up again isn’t too hard because you’re very important to him and your words mean a lot, but when he’s in a particularly rough mood, he hopes you’ll still love him all the same and just needs you to do a little bit of waiting for him to get back into the swing of being the bright man you fell in love with.

AKAASHI KEIJI

-> genuineness : feelings should always be true and genuine when in a relationship and akaashi believes in only saying the things you really feel. words hold value to him, he doesn’t want you hear you say ‘i love you’ just because you think that’s what he wants to hear. he wants to hear what your heart is really saying because hearing ‘i love you’ makes it worth a lot more when you’re speaking genuinely and purely to him. affections and love language mean more when they’re real rather than forced and he’ll expect you to be open and real with him the same way he will with you.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> acceptance : his germaphobia is a lot to take in and he acknowledges that. he needs someone who will understand and accept him for everything he is including his obsession with cleanliness. he can’t be with someone who’s going to judge him for his habits even if they’re not alike to your own. if you can’t handle his own comfort then he won’t want to put effort into staying with you. he needs someone to take him for who he really is; quirks and all, and work with him to understand him and his own boundaries and he will show the same level of respect, concern and acceptance to you.

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malloryslourd · 4 years ago

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Madison Dating Goodeday’s Daughter

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Warnings: Some Strong Language, Mentions Of Alcohol Use, Suggestive Themes

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A/N: yea yea i did it😼 these are crazy long tho so... oops maybe

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before you two even get together there’s always a weird aura around the way you two act with each other

Madison still made her snarky comments but they were better categorized as backhanded compliments instead of her standard bitchy remarks

being raised by a Cordelia and Misty you were always taught to be as nice as possible, but the other girls notice you’re a lot nicer to Madison than anyone else

if you ever need to run an errand Madison volunteers to go with you

only to “get out of the house” tho

if you volunteer to do the dishes after dinner she conveniently will stay behind to help

if she needs help with a spell or class you’re always free to give help

it’s all just really convenient

one of those convenient nights when everyone’s already went to their own rooms and settled, you two were downstairs cleaning up the kitchen

Madison was making jokes about the other girls that you laughed at even tho they were a little rude

after a while the laughter and struggling to breathe at moments turns into a tense silence, the two of you sharing quick glances as you moved around the room

you’d finally stop to take a breath and look at her out of the corner of your eye

“You’ve been a lot nicer to me than usual, you know?”

Madison stopped cold, trying to think if it was that obvious that she had been

“I don’t... You...”

“It’s not a problem. Like, not to say you’ve been outstandingly mean to me. You’ve always been... nice”

you’d both fall quiet again, waiting for the other to continue on

“You’re easier to be nice to. You’re not like everybody else”

the conversation would end again, actually allowing for some cleaning to get done

after that you both hurried to finish and go your own way to your rooms

the convo had been awkward enough, there was no reason to continue it

the next day you talked to Mallory and Zoe about it

“I don’t know... it was just, like, weird to be honest”

Zoe would most def be like “Yeah it was weird because you’re in love with her”

#ZoeIsNoHelp

you kinda both distanced yourself from each other for a bit, neither of you wanting to be alone in a room with the other

it didn’t take long for another confrontation to take place

it would happen at a party thrown at the coven when Misty and Cordelia were away

after a few hours of music too loud to handle and few sips of whatever the hell Coco created in the kitchen, thoughts became words a lot easier

you and Madi ended up sitting next to each other on a couch, not saying anything at first

then you would turn to her, grabbing her arm and tilting your head while you waited for her to acknowledge you

“Why don’t you hate me?” “What?” “Why don’t you hate me like everyone else? What did I do?” “I... I don’t fucking know!”

you’d blink at each other

you weren’t satisfied with that answer and she knew that

“Not cool Madi” “You’re not cool” “Bullshit, you think I’m cool” “Yea, sure I do. I think you’re the goddamn coolest” “Because I am!” “Whatever” “If I wasn’t cool you wouldn’t like me as much as you do. Admit it!�� “I don’t like you!”

it was definitely the drinks that had made that hurt a lot more than it should’ve

“But do you really? Like do you like me or what?” “I was joking. Of course I like you” “Not like that... Do you like me?”

she would go extremely quiet, thinking about that fact that maybe she DID like you

“I... I think” “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” “I don’t fucking no!” “It’s a yes or no question Madi!” “Well then yeah, I like you! A lot!”

you’d let go of her arm slowly, both of you slightly leaning away from the other

“What the fuck am I doing?”

Madi would get up and hurry to the kitchen, you following her through the crowd of ppl

she leaned against the counter watching as you followed her in

you were pissed, what did that even mean

you’d start asking her what was wrong, saying that something was obviously keeping her from telling you the truth

after continuous “I don’t knows” and another cup of God knows what she would finally turn to you

“We can’t be together! Are you crazy?” “Why the fuck not?” “Are you serious? I literally have tried to kill your mother, very unsuccessfully! Everyone here hates me and everyone loves you! It just doesn’t make sense!”

you’d tell her it wasn’t true and shake your head

not everyone hated her, or at least in your mind, and if they did who really cared

“Well fuck them, I don’t care. If we like each other than so what? It doesn’t matter”

her face had somehow ended up in your hands and you both just stared at each other

after a very long discussion, interrupted by way too many drunk ppl, you both would somehow end up in your room, sitting on your bed, facing each other while holding hands and trying to figure out what the hell happened downstairs

you’d fall asleep taking about it, offering absolutely no help to clean after the party- very in character for Madison, very out of character for you

the relationship would be mostly secret from there

Queenie knows everything tho, she knows everything

it would be small changes around the house

the two of you sitting together for every meal, instead of Madi joining just a few errands it was almost all of them, you would go upstairs to go to bed at just around the same time

the girls put two and two together before Cordelia and Misty did

Zoe was $100 richer

Coco? not so much let’s just say that

they didn’t say anything, they knew it wasn’t their place

it was pretty easy for a while until there was a stupid slip up: Madi forgetting to lock your door after coming in to hang out with you

Misty would just walk in to the two of you laying on each other, one of your faces buried in the other’s neck

there was no getting out of it, she knew immediately- everything made sense at that moment

Misty and Cordelia are not the happiest about this relationship

you two were able to keep it secret for two months at the absolute most, but these women aren’t stupid

Cordelia is incredibly disappointed

Misty on the other hand is trying to figure out how long her prison sentence would be if she just so happened to kill someone

it would lead to a giant argument between the three of you, Madison secretly spectating from a bit of a distance to ensure her own safety

Cordelia would say something like “I’m over it, you two can’t be together”

the conversation wouldn’t end well

you’d end up walking out of the room to go rant to Madison or some of the other girls while absolutely fuming

you, Cordelia, and Misty would exchange very few words over the next two or three weeks, at least

Madi would be there to help with it tho

reassuring you that you did nothing wrong or everything would be okay

she would feel guilty, thinking about how she HAD done some pretty horrible things to them both in the past

but she was willing to fix that

your best interest was always Madison’s top priority

she wouldn’t want to ruin anything for you

so she would help you with whatever you needed- magic, chores, literally anything

you would insist it wasn’t necessary but that’s all she wanted to do

and plus it gave you both an excuse to be with each other more

the more time you two spent together the more considerate Madi became to everyone else

granted, everyone thought this was some type of prank or worse some type of sick trap, but it was nice (?)

Cordelia would notice it

the bitchy comments at dinner almost came to a stop(emphasis on the almost), she did what she had to around the house without having to be asked more than twice or so, and she stopped going out of her way to make ppl miserable

but she couldn’t help but notice you were a lot happier too

Misty on the other hand still thought this was all a coverup for some greater evil, or so she claimed

it wasn’t that she didn’t want to admit to the changes, she just didn’t want to admit to the causes of the changes

it did NOT make sense with her reality that her sweet baby was happy with someone so evil

Cordelia would be easier about it, there would be less times she would stop you going to Madi’s room or vice versa, she’d find herself smiling at the two of you getting along instead of being angry

Misty took a lot of convincing from Cordelia on the other hand

like multiple discussions before bed about how maybe they should cut Madison some slack

that girl was not having it at all

she comes around eventually

soon? no. but eventually? sure.

Madi might not be the best roommate to some of the girls but she’s genuinely a great partner

she always puts you first

no matter what

she likes to know that if there’s anything she can do to make you feel safe or loved, she’s doing it

if she’s not with you in person she texts you as often as she can without being annoying

study dates where you’re actually trying to help her but she’s on her phone the whole time or trying to convince you to give up

she’ll “accidentally” knock the book you’re reading off of the bed or out your hands

“Ugh, looks like we can’t do that anymore... Bummer”

you learn to just give up when she starts retaliating

she’ll sneak into your room after everyone goes to bed, greeting you with a quick kiss you both smile through

you only got caught once but Cordelia didn’t even care enough to say anything at the time, just a “don’t let it happen again” in the morning

it happened again

it’s literally most of the time just the two of you talking about whatever happened throughout the day or watching a movie and laughing at Madison making jokes about on of the actors

Madi is very physically affectionate, no matter where either of you are

she won’t admit it but she’s loves sweet soft kisses rather than a rough make out session- but only in private i feel??? she has a character to uphold outside of closed doors

you’ll be laying in bed and she’ll kiss your forehead and you cheek, smiling at you if you even try to act annoyed with her

the other girls are over the PDA... OVER IT

sometimes they can’t even go into the kitchen to get something to drink, it’s ridiculous

Misty is always disapproving of it, without fail

she’s so childish she would literally make gagging noises just seeing you two sit next to each other

she did that when Madison walked into a room before you two started dating but that’s not important

Madi is very much a Look-What-I-Have-And-You-Don’t type of person (always has been, always will be)

she loves to show you off

“So my girlfriend...” “Yeah my girlfriend...” “Did you see that my girlfriend...”

you would get embarrassed after so much of it, getting flustered everytime she would say “my” or “mine”

Madison lives a very expensive lifestyle, no surprise there, so she’s always buying you some type of gift

you come home and there would be a gift bag on your bed or she’ll text you telling you she had a surprise

she has trouble with saying what she means or being able to talk about how she feels so that’s one of her go-to’s when she can’t figure out how to say “I love you”

you try to tell her it’s not necessary but she doesn’t listen

the two of you could spend all day together and not get tired of the other

you find anything and everything to talk about

some conversations carry on for days sometimes

they’ll roll over right to the next morning without missing a beat

Madi loves to call you “Baby”, “Darling”, “Sweetheart”, and “Love”

the Madison-Calling-Her-SO-Mommy stuff started when she was drunk we don’t have time for that right now

anything that makes you feel special is okay with her

you call her “Sweetheart” and “Love” too, maybe “Babe” instead of “Baby”

with her being so possessive she would buy you a piece of jewelry with her initials on it

a ring, necklace, whatever it may be

and she would love to put it on for you

k, Madison loves a good hickey gotta admit

she has no shame in it either

she likes to both put them on someone and have them out on her

she wears hers a lot more proudly than you tho

the other girls make fun of you for it, saying it look like you got in a fight with someone

thankfully you’re able to hide them from Cordelia and Misty, and Madison is nice enough to make sure they don’t see hers

she notices that Misty is still hostile towards your relationship she would eventually take matters into her own hands

Madi would tell her that she knows her and Misty aren’t the best of friends but you made Madi happy and Madi made you happy and it still hurt you to see Misty so upset with you

Misty doesn’t know why hearing this from her made it anymore convincing than anyone else, but she would understand it now

Madison is always touching you to be honest

she’ll come up behind you and hug you from behind, kissing your shoulder and staying there without saying anything

she’d put her head in your lap and just start rambling about something that happened that day

“Are you ignoring me?” “Of course not” “What did I say?” “Something about... something” “ANYWAYS, back to what I was saying” “Great babe, yeah”

half of her twitter is dedicated to you let’s be real

Madison Montgomery Tweeted: My girlfriend is so much better than all of you :)

“Let’s go do something” “It’s 3 in the morning” “... So?”

driving around the city at night, listening to music and holding hands as you take random turns and streets neither of you had really ever been on

people telling you how much better Madison had been since you got together

going on date nights where the two of you argue over who’s gonna pay for thirty minutes

one of you ending up taking the card out of the others wallet before leaving the house

once both of you did this but you were able to come up with the cash together and a tip for the waiter after making them wait so long

Madi will walk into your room to find you studying or practicing your magic and go “Ugh, you and Zoe hang out too much”

she has the most embarrassing photo of you as he screensaver... like ma’am... this isn’t funny :|

the both of you have pictures with each other everywhere in you rooms

she doesn’t like to argue

she really does try her best to not upset you

so she learns how to be more open about her feelings instead of covering them up and acting as if nothing is bothering her

stargazing on nights neither of you can sleep

making sure to tell the other how much you love them at least once a day

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years ago

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you’re the one that i want (part 22)

word count: 7k

fluff, smut

(part 21) (series masterlist)

“what are you doing here, wooyoung?”

san thought nothing was gonna be able to take his mind off the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched you drive off with seonghwa, still not 100% sure he did the right thing in letting you leave with him.

but he didn’t know what else to do.

you hadn’t been right today and it’d been obvious to both of them, the look in his old friend’s eyes one he’s never seen before. so fiercely protective and cautious, like he was about a second away from having some sort of breakdown.

but now, rest assured, he was the one about to lose his mind, watching the boy he can’t help but love stroll into the cafe like he has every right to do so.

like he didn’t embarrass and yell at him just a few nights ago, make him feel so stupid and low before sealing it with a tight hold on his body he couldn’t even fight.

“where’s y/n?”

san averts his eyes to the counter he just cleaned, distracting himself by wiping it down again as wooyoung makes his way over to him. he can feel his presence and swallows nervously, tightening his hold on the wet paper towel.

“i asked you a question.”

“i heard you,” san snaps, looking up at wooyoung who’s watching him carefully. he tries not to let his piercing gaze effect him too much, holding it briefly before letting out a sigh when he sees the boy isn’t gonna let up today.

“she’s not here,” the blonde finds himself saying, eyes moving around the empty, quiet cafe. “no one is. so there’s no need to rush out of here in five minutes.”

“i wasn’t planning on it,” wooyoung says, his voice softening because he must’ve caught the hurt in san’s voice.

but he couldn’t even try to mask it if he tried, the sinking reminder of how quickly he shot down the offer to be friendly again making his sensitive heart still ache.

how if you were here, he’d order some bullshit he wouldn’t even eat because he doesn’t like sweets before running out like the place was on fire.

“and that’s not why i asked.”

san raises an eyebrow at the boy when he doesn’t clarify, the smirk on his handsome face unnerving him as much as it makes his heart flutter.

“we got into a...tiff in homeroom. i thought i should apologize.”

and at that information, san’s eyes narrow and he looks at the boy incredulously.

“a tiff?”

“a quarrel, of sorts. not a real fight fight but more so just a-”

“i know what a tiff is,” san snaps again, throwing the paper towel into the garbage below him before his eyes snap back up to his...boy friend. “you better not have hurt her.”

“no,” wooyoung says, cocking his head to the side before leaning in closer to the blonde.

his eyes roam his face and he smirks when he sees san get visibly flustered, licking over his lips before backing away slightly.

“but i got fucked up,” he continues, “seonghwa basically choke slammed me against the desk, crazy bastard.”

and if he knew san’s whole demeanor was gonna change upon hearing that, he would’ve started the conversation off with that tidbit of information.

because his brown eyes soften and he looks over his body in what he knows is hoping to be discrete but is anything but, like he’s assessing for any cuts or bruises.

“i’m fine,” wooyoung says with a soft smile, affection clear in his tone before san looks meets his gaze and rolls his eyes slightly.

but then they immediately widen when wooyoung reaches out to grab his face, his hand on the boy’s chin and squeezing slightly as he hears his breath catch.

“but i wanna apologize to you, too.”

and when san’s eyebrow quirks up in confusion, trying to calm his insides from getting too excited and warm, wooyoung starts talking again.

tells him that while seeing seonghwa with you today might’ve also encouraged him to stop being a pussy, he’s not sure how much longer he can handle doing this.

hiding and diminishing what they have and hurting him. acting like it’s easy for him to stay away from him when really, it’s proving to be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life; because if he has to see his teary eyes and pouting lips one more time because of him, he thinks he might lose his fucking mind.

“you might lose your fucking mind?” san asks quietly, wanting to accept this but also not trusting it.

because he says this now but what about if someone walked through that door? what about tomorrow when his friends are with him at lunch?

“imagine being on my end. you’re only doing this because no one’s here. you’ve said this a million times to me, woo.”

and when the brunet bites the inside of his cheek and takes his hand away from his face, he should’ve really known he was up to something.

but the last thing he expected was for him to pull out his phone calmly and hear the familiar tone of a facetime call connecting shortly after, yeosang’s deep “what do you want?” and mingi’s loud screech of his name suddenly blaring through the speaker causing san’s eyes to widen.

“where’d you go pussy boy? we were just about to- wait, where are the fuck you?”

and at that, wooyoung jumps up and plops down on the counter, pulling san by the apron until he’s directly behind him and hooking an arm around his neck affectionately.

“my boyfriend’s cafe. you want anything?”

“that is not how he did it!” you giggle into your phone, hearing san finally rehash the cafe incident.

it was a saturday afternoon and you were sitting out on the balcony despite the cold temperature, the wind wiping through your hair as you tighten the blanket around you and find solace in san.

“i know, can you believe him,” san says with a soft giggle, shaking his head at the memory. “i nearly passed out and cracked my head on the-

“floor i just cleaned,” you and san say at the same time, just hearing the blonde roll his eyes at your heavy sarcasm.

“very funny,” he hums lowly, causing a smile to light up your face.

you had called him initially to freak out about your date with seonghwa tonight, feeling more nervous than your first one with him all those months ago.

but when he shyly asked you at lunch a few days ago, mumbled in your ear that, if you wanted, he would drive out this weekend and stay with his mom, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling softly and nodding.

because you think little dates like these are gonna help a lot in strengthening your relationship, make you feel even more comfortable with each other again and act like a new couple starting out.

“so...did my love story make you feel better? or are you still freaking out?”

you press your lips together as you shrug your shoulders, the little sigh that leaves your mouth making the boy on the other end frown.

“you guys have been through a lot,” san says, knowing with just that little noise you were need of a pep talk. “you deserve to have this fun. it’s gonna be...a little scary and weird, maybe, but if you know this is what you want, then you guys can just ease into it slowly.”

you swallow nervously as you nod your head, resting against the cushion as your eyes roam the street; you have a feeling he’s about to pull up any minute.

“i know... and i do want this. but what if it’s like... weird?” you squeak nervously. “everything’s been so intense for so long, what if we can’t...go back? what if too much has happened?”

and san supposes those are justified concerns, knowing the scenario all to well himself.

but he also knows what forgiveness and a little bit of effort could do. how, if someone can prove themselves to you and make you feel happy, then maybe some of the good memories could outweigh the painful ones.

“well, that’s why you guys are doing this,” san says gently, wishing he could assure you with a small smile or his arm wrapped around you. “but you don’t wanna stay trapped in your head. try to be with him, in the moment, and just enjoy it. do you know what you guys are doing?”

but before you can tell him you don’t know, that seonghwa insisted on surprising you tonight, you see his car pull up and feel your stomach drop.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, he’s here!” you whisper-yell, getting up from your spot on the couch and running inside your room. “oh, my god san, i can’t. i’m scared.”

“babe, you see him everyday. you sit next to him and giggle like school girls together at lunch. he gave you a hickie right in the hallway, for fucks sake.”

“shut up! oh, my god. i ran inside and he definitely saw me. this is so embarrassing.”

“just relax, love, okay? everything will be fine,” san says, resisting the urge to laugh at your cute flusteredness. “and make sure to call me after. i wanna know what you guys do and if he passes the first test.”

and you suppose san wouldn’t understand why the front of the aquarium you’re both standing in front of twenty minutes later is making you feel so...nostalgic and giddy, like he’s about to pass with flying colors solely due to this date idea; but you look over at seonghwa anyway, a small, shy smile on your lips as you shake your head.

“what?” he asks, a smirk pulling at his lips as he takes in your expression.

“what?” he asks in surprise. but you only turn around and cock your head to the side.

“we’re still on a date,” you say quietly because even though you’re feeling bold and adamant about making him feel better, you’re still shy in these attempts. “and i saw something that might be fun.”

his eyebrow raises, a smile quirking at his lips at the way you’re looking at him and trying to be ‘in charge.’ but it’s also one of the cutest things he’s ever seen in his life, so who is he not to go along with it?

“this was technically my idea,” you mumble teasingly, his deep chuckle causing your stomach to flutter so similarly to that summer day.

hands grazing so similarly the way they did during your (slightly disastrous) first date, when nervousness was flooding through both of you and it felt as if electric was shooting through your skin any time you touched.

but this time when seonghwa grabs your hand, it feels very...familiar. it’s still making you feel warm and fluttery and you’re biting back a smile but it’s nowhere near as foreign as it was then.

you smile softly when he intertwines your fingers and pulls you through the entrance, walking right to the exhibit with clown fish and blue tangs he swore he knew nothing about.

and the more you two walk around and talk, the dumber you feel for being so nervous and freaking out. because it’s like being back in this environment with him, his body beside you and the familiar hum of the tanks, is making everything a little easier.

maybe that’s why he picked this place; to remind you that things, even if they started or got messy in between, were always gonna be easy between you two.

were always gonna have some sort of natural chemistry and fondness for each other.

“i just couldn’t believe you actually thought i’d never seen it.”

“how would i know!” you squeak loudly, slapping his arm as you walk through the aquarium with a giggle. “you were just such a cool bad boy surfer, it was very believable.”

“wait....were?” he asks as he looks down at you, amusement shining in his narrowed eyes. you can only let out a scoff and roll yours, biting down on your lip as you nod your head.

“yes. you were,” you tease playfully, poking at his chest in a way that makes him smile and shake his head, a lowly mumbled “shit,” leaving his mouth.

“i don’t remember you being this bratty on our first date,” he says, his voice dropping but eyes still glinted with amusement, you know he’s only teasing; not daring to cross that line during the first...test, as san called it.

“i didn’t get the chance because, you know, you were too busy punching people and what not,” you say, biting down on your lip to control your giggles at the look that crosses his face.

he almost doesn’t know what to say seeing you this playful and teasing but he knows that he loves it, resisting the urge to peck your cheek and tell you how much he missed seeing this side of you.

when you’re relaxed and carefree and smiling, making his heart grow ten sizes in his chest and reminding him why he so easily dedicated two months of his life to you.

why he’s so easily about to dedicate any and all of his time to you, making sure that smile doesn’t leave your face for the rest of this weekend and every day after.

and for the most part, it doesn’t.

not when you walked through every exhibit of the aquarium with your hands in one anothers and bodies bumping playfully.

not when he picked you up the next morning and took you back to that little diner you once became so familiar with, sharing a shake and two stacks of syrupy pancakes. opening your mouth when he held a fork to it and playing footsie under the table with narrowed eyes and coy, little smirks back and forth.

not when you spent the rest of the day in the little bowling alley just down the block, playing three disastrous games (you’re almost positive he let you win the third) before moving to the arcade.

you played almost every game they had, his chest flush against your back as you tried for almost an hour to win one of the pink stuffed bunnies in the claw machine.

and definitely not when he dropped you off and he surprised you with the stuffed animal who gave you so much grief, your eyes wide and a little gasp leaving your mouth as you smiled up at him.

“how...what...when did you do that?” you asked him in shock, mouth agape in a way that makes him smile softy.

“when you went to the bathroom,” he says, nodding his head toward the bunny in his hand and watching you take it with a small, grateful smile. it reminds him of the time you gave him the little turtle statue, except he’s nowhere as nervous and you’re way more smiley.

“thank you,” you say sweetly, tucking the animal under your arm as you cock your head to the side.

“you’re welcome, baby,” he says, the term of endearment one he just can’t drop, no matter how slow you guys take things. because he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the look on your face when he says it, cheeks turning pink and a small smile tugging at your lips when you look at your feet.

“i’ll see you in the morning?” he asks softly, your normal 6:45 time to start the hour journey to school.

“in the morning,” you confirm, a part of you wanting to push up on your cheeks and peck his cheek softly.

and so with no time to talk yourself out of it, still on the giddy high from the past two days, that’s exactly what you do; meeting his gaze and smiling before your hand wraps around his arm and you push up on on your toes to peck his cheek.

it’s all very innocent and sweet but he thinks it might be one of his favorite moments with you, watching you bite down on your lip when you pull back and see him with the slightest hint of a pink on his cheeks.

but you think, maybe, that his flush could be from the cold so you don’t say anything, just wave to him with a small, shy smile before rushing clumsily inside the house.

and just like the first time he ever walked you home, arms bumping and cheeks warm, you lean your back against the door and let out a small sigh, remembering even then, you didn’t wanna leave him just yet.

december 25th:

“this happens every christmas, ladies, i’m so sorry. every time they hear jingle bell rock, he just insists on-”

but you and your aunt can barely register hongjoong’s words as you laugh into your mugs of hot chocolate, watching as yunho and jongho dance in front of the fire place like they’re the only ones in the room.

and it’s about the time jongho squats down and slaps his thighs for a third time that hongjoong shuts the whole thing down, dragging the boys away and throwing them on your aunt’s couch.

“we just wanna watch a movie, not watch you two idiots!”

“it’s fucking christmas, hongjoong, why can’t you just let us have-”

your attention gets pulled away from the bickering boys when seonghwa walks in from the kitchen, the plate of cookies his mother made quickly breaking up the fight.

it’s a flurry of bumping elbows and good natured shouts after that, everyone grabbing a handful of sugar cookies before they settle on the floor littered with blankets and pillows.

your aunt shares a smirk with you and seonghwa before she says she’s gonna head to bed, wishing everyone a merry christmas and begging the three boys on the floor for the fifth time not to fall in the fire.

seonghwa and his friends had come over with left over desserts from their christmas dinners, babbling excitedly (and maybe a little tipsily) about watching a marathon of christmas movies with you.

and it took a whopping two hours to settle them down on the floor and finally turn the lights off, hongjoong’s head on yunho’s shoulder with jongho sprawled out on the bottom near the roaring fire.

you watch with a soft smile before getting up and draping an extra blanket over the boy, his quietly slurred “thank you,” an immediate contrast to his loud, chaotic behavior from just five minutes ago.

seonghwa watches you laugh at him with a small smile, your eyebrow raising before you smack his arm playfully; you’d only been away from your parents for a month but it makes his heart soar to see just how much happier you seem, a soft smile almost always tugging at your lips.

he remembers how rare the sight of it was when you first met, the way you used to sit around the bonfires with a nervous expression and could barely look anyone in the face; but now here you are, lightly poking at jongho’s arm before getting up and meeting his gaze head on.

he reaches his arm out and moves his hand in a ‘come here’ motion, the uncharacteristic pout on his lips making you roll your eyes; but you listen anyway, giggling quietly when he pulls you down on the chaise and secures you between his body and the arm of the couch.

“hi.”

“hi,” you whisper back, his arm snaking it’s way around your shoulder. your cheeks flush and you’re grateful for the lights being off, smiling softly before you cuddle into him just a little closer.

you haven’t kissed since your date all those weeks ago, small touches and innocent skin-ship the only thing keeping you from not going completely crazy.

because you know you guys need to do this, ease into everything slowly and try not to rush the process of repairing your relationship.

but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to kiss him. from wanting to feel his lips on yours and move yourself against him in ways you’re quickly realizing you’ve dearly missed.

“how was your christmas, baby?” he mumbled in your ear, his lips against your skin causing you to crane your neck closer to him.

“good,” you hum back lowly, feeling a smile light up your face as you’re able to finally give him some bit of truth.

because it was one of your first christmases where you actually felt like you were part of a family. where you woke to a beautifully lit christmas tree and spread of food, holiday music in the back that made you and your aunt twist and turn and sing along to until you were able to see just how wild bingo: christmas edition got.

and then seonghwa and his friends coming over had only made your good day even better, the dirty blonde greeting you with a hug and mumbling how pretty you looked in your ear.

the words had ghosted over your ear and made you feel so happy and warm, smiling up at him and thanking him sweetly before yunho knocked him out of the way and showed you his christmas sweater proudly.

now, however, his words are deep and warm against your skin and it’s taking everything in you not to sigh against him. but it’s a holiday, you think to yourself, a religious holiday no less, so you really shouldn’t be thinking like this right now.

so you go with the purer confession, the pure part that is just as true as the not so pure desires that you feel building. “i’m happy you guys came over.”

“yeah?” he quips lowly, turning your face in his gentle hold so your eyes can meet. and it’s then you look over each other freely, your pink cheeks and his finger reaching out to bop you on the nose before dragging down to your lips.

call it a fluttering feeling or call it longing but the moment pulls at something deep in you both. pulls at something you know you won’t be able to put it off for much longer - the inevitable attraction and fondness that has slowly and then suddenly consumed you when it always came to one another.

“yeah,” you say quietly, voice squeaky and low before a loud blare of laughter from the television rips you both out of the trance.

because you both know tonight isn’t that night.

that tonight, you’ll rest your head on his chest and he’ll run his hands through your hair. you’ll giggle against one another and bask in the innocent warmth and comfort of one another until all five of you are fast asleep on top of each other.

you curled into seonghwa’s body and his hold on you tight, the crackling fire and low hum of christmas music easily lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

but it’s the night just under a week later that changes everything again.

the two of you walking down the cold, desolate beach with your hands intertwined after spending the day at your house again, watching movies and making food until you both longed for the cold air on your skin.

it all felt so familiar despite the chill in the air, the same feeling buzzing on this beach that was present after your first aquarium date. it’s a memory that always makes seonghwa smile when he thinks about it, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth as the scene sneaks into his mind.

“this was my first date.”

he stops leaning in but doesn’t pull away, only raises his eyebrow as he looks at you. you swallow at the way he’s staring deep into you, your eyes falling to his lips before back to his dark, brown eyes.

“so i, uh…” you stutter, swallowing again when he smirks and leans a little closer; almost like he’s teasing you. “so i’ve never done this before.”

he hears the way nerves and embarrassment seep into your voice, looking at him wide-eyed with pink cheeks and now he’s really never wanted to kiss someone more in his life.

it’s why he takes your face in his hands, his palms cupping your cheeks and causing a breathy exhale to leave your mouth. “good,” he says, his thumbs stroking your face as he leans down and presses a feather light kiss to your lips.

it feels almost like nothing but still shocks you, not even having the time to close your eyes before you’re looking at him again; because that was one thing you knew, you knew you weren’t supposed to kiss someone with your eyes open.

“g-good?” you squeak after a few seconds, not even sound enough to feel embarrassed by the shake and waver in your voice.

“good,” he confirms and if the look on his face and smirk on his lips didn’t make you weak enough, his next words absolutely do.

the sound of his laughter causes you to stop and look up at him, brows pulled together as you cock your head to the side.

“what are you laughing at?”

your voice pulls him back and he smiles down at you, standing directly in front of you as he brings his hand to your face. he gently holds your chin as his thumb caresses your cold skin, licking over his lips in an attempt to hold himself back.

but it does nothing of the sort, not when your eyes immediately fall to them and watch intently as his tongue rolls back into his mouth.

“you. you’re cute.”

and when your eyebrows pull together in confusion, he moves his hands to your hips and pulls you in just a little closer to him.

“this was my first date,” he says teasingly in your ear, his voice raising as if to lousily impersonate yours. “so i’ve never done this before.”

a embarrassed giggle leaves your mouth as the memory immediately shoots through your brain, pulling back to hide your face in your hands. his loud chuckle echoes through the beach and even though he’s making fun of you, it feels as if butterflies are released into your stomach; you like this teasing relationship that’s formed over the past month, you like feeling safe enough to laugh and play and poke fun at each other.

“shut up, oh, my god,” you whine. but he only shakes his head and pulls your hands away, holding both of them tight in his hold as he steps closer to you.

“i wanted to kiss you all night,” he says lowly, his eyes looking you over and the air between you both shifting. you knew this was gonna happen, you both knew and could sense it lingering for the past couple of days.

you swallow nervously and are tempted to ask if he’s talking about then or now, cocking your head to the side as you bite down on your lip; but he’s quick to move his hand and swipe his thumb over your lip, disconnecting your teeth before licking over his own again.

“and i was happy you allowed me to be your first.”

the words are deep and throaty but still holding a softness that makes you smile, pressing up on your toes to get a better look at his face.

“i think because even then i trusted you,” you tell him softy, your eyes looking into his and you pray to god they don’t become glassy and clouded with emotion. “i don’t know why but i did.”

the same way you do now, you think. the same way you know summer wasn’t a fluke and you trust and love him now; that even though, at one point, you thought maybe didn’t - that two months wasn’t enough time to fall in love with someone, truly and honestly.

but you can feel it deep within your chest, the overwhelming feeling and warmth that’s always scared you as much as it excites you when it comes to him.

because you’ve seen what it does, you’ve seen and experienced how much power that feeling has over you. how you’ll hold onto it so desperately despite everything telling you not to. how you’ll replay the moments you first confessed over and over until the memory is presently etched into your mind and it’s the only thing you can hold on to.

“i think i love you.”

your eyes widen and your heart jumps in your chest because that was the absolute last thing you were expecting him to say; you don’t know if anyone’s ever said those words to you before and it immediately makes tears prick your eyes.

you swallow down the lump forming in your throat as you look at him, your eyes roaming his face carefully but seeing nothing but sincerity and softness you’ve grown so used to.

“wh-what?”

it’s probably not what he expects to hear after the confession but he doesn’t miss a beat either, stepping closer to you as his thumb caress your face.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he tells you, voice dropped into his sweet softer tone he only uses sometimes; because when he does use it, it’s in vulnerable moments like this. where it’s just the two of you and he can’t gauge if you’re about to cry or not. where he needs to make sure you’re feeling okay and let you know that he’s here. “i just thought you should know.”

“that- you love me?”

he’d laugh if it were any other circumstance, if tears weren’t in your eyes and you didn’t look so fucking terrified; the thought crosses his mind that this is may be the first time you’re hearing these words from someone and that fact alone breaks his heart and makes anger flood through his veins.

“yes, baby,” he says, his eyes soft and light but voice holding the slightest hint of amusement. “i love you.”

“and i think...” you continue, seonghwa’s eyes roaming your face curiously as you peek up at him and hold your breath. but it only takes a few seconds of looking at him to know he needs to know this. that you guys have gone too long going back and forth and not being honest right away with each other.

“that i still do. that i really do trust you... and love you.”

you watch as it takes seonghwa a few seconds to process what you’ve said, his eyes narrowing and then widening. his mouth closing and then opening. his hands tightening on your face before he finally pulls you into him and your lips collide.

you smile against his mouth and immediately part your lips on his, the natural and oh so easy way you’re kissing almost like you hadn’t gone months without it. but you can feel the distance in the desperation that you both have missed it, his hands tightening on your face when you press yourself further into him.

his tongue slips in your mouth at the same time he pulls you down, a squeal leaving you before your pushed on your back and he’s hovering over you.

“seonghwa, you scared m-” you try to laugh out but he only connects your lips again, this time deepening the kiss in a way that makes you moan into his mouth quietly.

the sound makes him release a guttural noise, tightening his hold on you as it fully hits him how much he’s missed this. he knew he missed you and was fully consumed by that but now, with you under him and those little noises leaving your mouth, he can’t believe he was able to stay away for this long.

“i love you,” he mumbles against your lips, puling back and repeating the words again as he looks down at you. his hand reaches out to your sandy hair and he tucks a piece behind your ear, your eyes wide and glossy as you look up at him softly.

“i love you,” you repeat quietly, like a whispered secret just between you and him that makes your lips connect again. you kiss until your lips are red and puffy and you’re begging him to take you back home, his face immediately pulling back as he shakes his head.

“baby, i don’t think we should-”

“please...no one’s home,” you whine softly, knowing full well your aunt is out with her friends for dinner and movie night. “i...miss you. i want you.”

he swallows the lump in his throat at hearing those words leave you, wanting nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs or feel you on top of him as he looks down at you.

“i’ve wanted you,” you continue, seeing the slight hesitance but mutual desire on his face. because through this all, you’ve wanted him. even when you shouldn’t have and even when he didn’t deserve it.

so with only a few more whines from you, he reluctantly pulls you up and you both make the short trip back to your aunts house. you lead him to your room and make him sit on the bed before straddling his lap, your lips connecting desperately before you moan at the feeling of him under you.

“you want me too,” you mumble against his lips, grinding yourself down onto his hard lap in a move that makes him growl lowly. makes him push you back onto the bed and hover above you as he kisses you, trails his lips down to your neck before sucking hickies into your skin.

“i’ve always fucking wanted you.” that’s the only thing he was ever sure of: wanting you and loving you.

you missed the sting of his mouth claiming you, your back arching and whines leaving as you beg him to do something. touch you, fuck you, do anything; you just missed him and know you need him now.

“are you sure?” he asks lowly, his hands on the waistband of your pants as you’re all but panting below him. “i...we can still go as slow as you want, we don’t have to-”

“please,” you whine, the arousal and lust and pent up desire hitting you so harshly, it feels like you’re about to pass out. “i- i’m yours so please.”

and it’s the same move you used during your first time with him, simply telling him the plain truth that makes a growl leave his mouth as he tugs your pants down and fall to his knees.

you cry out when his tongue connects with your wetness, flicking at your clit and slit in a way that makes him moan against you.

“you don’t know how much i missed this pretty pussy,” he growls against you, his tongue licking and sucking before he thrusts a finger into you. “and you’re still so fucking tight for me, jesus, baby.”

your hand fists his hair and you can only move against his face, desperate to come after months of being away from him. without his words and presence but also his touch, the one that quickly makes you fall apart and whine his name over and over again.

“did you miss this, pretty girl?” he asks, his words mumbled against your pussy in a way that makes you cry out. “because, fuck, did i. i missed you so fucking much.”

but you can’t even tell him how much you missed him too before he dives right back in, his tongue and mouth working frantically like he’s trying to prove it to you. and when you come with a loud cry, he licks a strip up your sensitive core before pressing a kiss to your mouth.

his lips trail across your cheek and to your ear, his hand moving to his pants as he mumbles again how much he loves you and asks if you’re okay.

and when you assure him frantically that you are, you’re crying out again when he thrusts into you, his lowly growled curses and moans of “baby,” making you whine and move your hips eagerly. it’s desperate and intense but also soft and loving, your hand moving back to his hair so you can crash your lips against his.

“h-hwa,” you moan out, his hand coming between your legs to flick at your clit one last time.

“come for me, pretty baby,” he grunts lowly in your ear, breaths uneven and tone so deep and husky, you know you’re about to completely come undone. “come on my cock like the good girl you are.”

and it’s when he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head that he releases inside you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he sucks one last hickie into your neck.

you can only lay there completely exhausted and boneless before you feel something warm between your legs, his soft hum of “it’s okay, love,” making your eyes close.

the bed dips a few moments later and you immediately roll into him, whining needily against him in a way that makes him kiss the side of your head and mumble against it.

“you okay?”

“more...more than okay,” you mutter sleepily, your eyes heavy against his chest as his warmth and scent comfort you. surround you in a way you’ve missed so much and longed for. “i...i love you, seonghwa. i...i’m sorry for thinking i didn’t. that.. you didn’t. i know we both do.”

“stop giving me hope,” you cry out, “stop making me think you’re gonna admit that you love me. that you loved me at all and actually considered giving us a chance.”

the more you get worked up, the more you start to hiccup and the tighter he holds you. he hates seeing you like this and it’s obvious in the way his stomach is sinking, how he just wants to take you back to his house and mumble apologies against your skin until you give him another chance.

“i do love you.”

“w-we knew each other for two months, that’s not enough time to love.”

because that’s another thing you started to think. maybe you both were just confused about what you felt, so consumed by teenage lust and fascination that you convinced yourselves it was love.

his eyes prick with tears and he can only tighten his hold around you almost painfully, throat clogged with emotion that he’s to scared to say anything; but you wouldn’t dare say anything either and ruin the moment you’ve both so desperately waited for.

so you allow him to hold you and bury yourself further into him, his mumbles of sweet nothings and a final “i love you,” lulling you into the deepest, most content sleep of your life.

he asked you to be his girlfriend, officially, when he covered san’s shift at the cafe.

it was mid january and san had been sick for a week with the flu, leaving him bedridden and going fucking crazy because of his very handsome and attentive but exhausting nurse.

“y/n, he’s not letting me do anything,” the blonde whined on speaker phone, you and seonghwa smirking at each other as you bring out the fresh chocolate chip cookies.

“i was just gonna come in for one cookie to make me feel better but he went crazy and said absolutely not. that i’m not allowed to get up at all, isn’t that insane? i think he’s going to-”

the cafe door flying open causes you and seonghwa’s heads to snap up, your finger clicking off speaker phone as no other than nurse wooyoung walks up to the counter and demands a dozen freshly baked cookies.

“how ‘bout a please, asshole?” seonghwa growls at his friend, the boy rolling his eyes as he looks at both of you completely unamused; your friendship with all of the boys has improved immensely but especially with wooyoung, your mutual love for san quickly bringing you two closer than ever.

“my boyfriend’s dying and apparently needs them to function. so get off your high fucking horse and-”

“i’m not dying!” you hear san whine into the phone, “tell him to say please and thank you right now.”

“he said he’s dying and needs them right now,” you tell wooyoung, the brunet’s eyes flaring and reaching out to poke at seonghwa’s chest demandingly.

the dirty blonde only raises an eyebrow until he sees he look on wooyoung’s face, probably very similar to how he, himself, looked before he laid the boy out flat on his homeroom desk that time.

and that’s how wooyoung walks out of the cafe only two minutes later, your quiet warning to san that cookies are on the way making him let out a sigh.

“it’s literally ridiculous, i wish he’d go back to ignoring me.”

“that’s a lie,” you say to san, watching seonghwa’s eyebrows pull together before he pushes a button on the cash register and it promptly smacks him in the stomach; you hold back your giggle as a quiet grunt leaves him, the boy catching your gaze before narrowing his eyes at you.

“you’re right,” san sighs out before he chokes out a gasp. “oh, my god. he literally just left, how is he back already?”

and then only a few moments later do you hear wooyoung’s voice in the background telling san to sit up slowly and drink some water first, chuckling as you wish him good luck and hang up on san’s loud whines of protest.

you look over at seonghwa who closes the the register with a proud expression, hopping up on the counter as your legs hit against the cabinets.

“you figure it out, finally?”

“don’t be a brat,” he mumbles as he makes his way over to you, standing between your legs as his hands rest on either side of you.

“why not?” you ask, head cocking to the side innocently. but seonghwa’s quick to humble you, his one hand moving in between your legs as a smirk stretches across his face.

“i think you know why,” he mumbles in your ear. “and no one’s gonna appreciate me fucking some much needed manners into my girlfriend.”

and then once that word is said, there’s an immediate change in the air - for you, at least. your wide, teasing eyes soften and you feel a shy smile tug at your lips, never having heard that word fall from his lips before; and he must catch the look too because he cocks his own head to the side in confusion.

“what?”

“you....said girlfriend,” you say shyly, completely perturbed by the fact you’re more shy about him using the word girlfriend then saying he’s gonna fuck some manners into you on your workplace counter.

“yeah,” he says with a small smile, his heart tugging and soaring at the cute look on your pink face. “because you are, right? my girlfriend?”

your tongue rolls over your lips as your smile widens, the room suddenly feeling very stuffy and warm.

“well, i’ve always been yours, so...”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as his hand finds its way into your hair, pulling you down to meet his lips. you smile against his mouth and wrap your arms around his shoulders, meeting his kiss sweetly and giggling against him when he squeezes your hips playfully.

“you’re gonna kill me with that, you know? you just know it fucking gets me-”

you both jump away when you hear the the door ding open, your body’s relaxing when you see two familiar but utterly disgusted faces.

“were you fucking making out on the counters?!” yeosang yelps, mingi’s dramatic gags filling the cafe causing seonghwa’s eyes to roll and your cheeks to flush.

the same expressions on your faces now at lunch, hearing yeosang, wooyoung and mingi beg seonghwa to let them stay with him and his mom for february break next week.

“y/n! tell him you’ll kiss him whenever he wants if he lets us come for the week.”

“i do that anyway,” he says in annoyance at the same time you say, “that kind of happens anyway,” causing the three boys to let out annoyed and disgusted grunts.

but little to seonghwa’s knowledge, you were already in on this plan; because you knew that if wooyoung was going, san was going, and you wanted nothing more than to spend february break with, both, seonghwa and san; the other boys were a fun bonus, too.

so you let them argue back and forth for a little before placing your hand on seonghwa’s leg. you look at him sweetly when he turns to you, lips in the slightest of pouts before he quickly realizes what’s going on.

“not you too, baby,” he sighs out, eyes shutting because he doesn’t know if he can handle it. his beach friends and school friends meeting in a chaotic fit of what he knows will be a lot of loud voices, obnoxious laugher and multiple injuries.

“it’ll be fun,” you whine softly, the four boys at the table mimicking your voice with a shocking and almost insulting accuracy.

seonghwa lets out a groan as he throws a sneer toward his friends, mingi and yeosang looking hopeful while wooyoung and san nod their heads enthusiastically.

but it’s not until he looks at you that he feels himself soften, your small smile and sweetly mumbled “please,” already filling with the knowledge that, for all of next week, he’s gonna have the biggest headache of his life.

(part 23)

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astro-pioneer · 4 years ago

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What a Douchebag

Masterlist | Ch. 1

You locked down the café before going home for the night. You made sure of it, checking the locks two extra times. So, how in the hell did it get broken into? Of course, no place is unbreakable, but there were no signs of a break in. Hell, the lock wasn't even picked! The weirdest thing, however, was the fact that no money was even stolen; just seven things were destroyed.

The most noticeable was the tile; it looked like someone just...crumpled it or something. No biggie. Just more of a reason to redo the floors on a sooner date. A more discreet thing was the metal plate on the door leading to the kitchen. How they broke it on a swing door of all things, who knows. Then two forks, a skewer, and a tiny tasting spoon. Those things you weren't worried about.

What really pissed you off was your now broken mug that was a gift from your college friend. It was a last minute gift for your birthday and had a cow pattern. The cute part was the fact that it had four udders that looked like legs. The friend that gave it to you moved across the globe and, soon after, you two fell out of contact. Oh, whoever snuck in was going to have hell to pay...when you identify them.

That task had to be put on hold, sadly. You still had people to serve today. It was going to be a long day.

The broken tile was in the worse spot ever. Seriously, why right in front of the entry way? How inconvenient. Especially for the nice old man who always came from next door for a coffee and biscotti. He also fell twice before you even got to him since he decided to try and walk by himself. Stubborn.

Most people read the sign and entered cautiously. An insomniac, however, was not so lucky - if the slap of skin on tile and low grunt was anything to go by. You snorted at the familiar indigo hair that didn't move from the floor for a few moments. After embracing the coolness until his body heat made it disgustingly warm he pushed himself up and slumped into the stool right next to the cash register.

"Did you check the CCTV cameras yet?" Ah, yes, the ever-so-bright Shinsou. Immediately realizing what he asked, the male dragged his palm down his face, "Just, forget I asked that. It was a thoughtless question."

One peek at your face had him glaring even after you slid him a mug. He knew that expression: eyebrows raised and a slight smile to go with them. The Asshole Icon, he affectionately called it. "Since you're so eager to talk about them, how about I close up around 5:30 instead and we can check them together? You know them better than I do anyway."

So he stayed, smacking the mug onto the counter like an impudent child whenever it was empty. This was normal for you, though. Being Shinsou's friend from the first year of elementary all the wah to now had it's perks and downsides. Being your friend for the same amount of time, he could say the same for you.

That's a story for another time. Right now you were concerned. It was past 5:40 and Shouto never came to the café. You weren't the closest, just mere acquaintances, but that doesn't mean you don't care for his wellbeing. At the same time, you had to worry about more important matters, such as who the hell broke your mug. And all the other things, of course. You weren't that biased.

"Close up early," Shinsou muttered from the rim of the black cup. You hummed, looking around. No one else was here and you doubt anyone would come this late. If they did, you could simply bullshit an excuse that the building was being renovated. A lie sprinkled with the truth, let's say. "How did your big ears not hear anything from upstairs? You hear everything else perfectly."

You scoffed while flipping the sign to have it say that you were closed before locking the door and whirling around to your friend. "Well excuse me, Casper, but sometimes I sleep deeper than most nights. And my ears aren't big! You're just jealous that you can't hear anything." That comment got you a withering glare.

In the end, along with a few teasing comments, you two sat in front of the camera with the surveillance footage open on the monitor. It was bland, just showing you cleaning up until it was still for five hours. Once 2:48 hit is when shit started to happen. Mist, although hard to see due to the darkness, formed in the corner, allowing a scrawny male to step out.

Ten minutes was all it took for him to break the things he did and leave. "...Did you check the office?" Oh, if only it was someone else. Then you could've laughed at the stupidity of the situation. But, alas, you couldn't. Since you were the the one being laughed at. "You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life, and that's saying a lot considering who we went to school with." You smacked him.

Extra notes:

The people who entered weren't there with the intent for breaking anything or stealing money. They wanted something that they assumed was in your office. Obviously, they failed.

Shinsou knew how dangerous some of your regulars were, and he wanted no contact with them whatsoever. You were used to locking up early when he visited.

Shouto never skipped a day in visiting to get his usual five drinks. That's why you were more worried on the male than the security footage for a minute.

Some italicized items will be important later on. However, most are just for emphasize.

#۝ mars #todoroki x reader #bakugo x reader #shinsou x reader #kaminari x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #✎ expedition #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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beelsnack · 5 years ago

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The Obey Me! Boys and How They Cuddle

Because this quarantine got me touch-starved. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Slight NSFW warning for Asmo.

Lucifer: He could feel his heartbeat in his forehead as he reclined (not slouched, he would never slouch) against the back of his chair. He had at least three different reports to write for Diavolo, the ever-growing stack of bills addressed to Mammon was beginning to lean alarmingly to the left, and he had just received word that one of his brothers had broken a stained-glass window at RAD. Again.

The sound of his door creaking open startled him out of his brooding. He whipped around with a scowl already set in place, but his expression soften when he registered the human standing there. They were carrying a tray in their hands, which were wrapped carefully in the sleeves of their shirt to stave off the chill of the Devildom evenings.

“You missed dinner,” they set the tray down on the edge of his desk, away from all of the important documents. “I was worried the others were going to start a riot.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. On top of the pounding in his head, he was beginning to feel the muscle in his neck tensing from being bent over writing for the majority of the day. Great, now his responsibilities were becoming a literal pain in the neck instead of just a figurative one.

“Lucifer?” concern laced through their voice as they spoke. “Are you okay?”

Their hands were still planted on the desk where they had set the tray down, eyes trained on him like they were worried he would explode. This left them wide open, and Lucifer was nothing if not opportunistic.

“Come here.”

The human yelped as he gripped them around the waist and easily hoisted them into his lap. Their legs dangled uselessly over one arm of the chair and Lucifer had pressed their torso against his own. He kept them close, encasing them in his arms as he rested his cheek on top of their head.

“Lucifer!” they attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but both of them knew it would do nothing. “I’m not a teddy bear!”

“Oh? But the job suits you perfectly.”

They huffed petulantly, but instead of pouting, they wrapped their arms around his neck and accepted their fate. “Just ask next time, okay?”

Mammon: “...stupid lil’...why do they hafta...treat their older brother with at least a lil’ respect!”

The door to the living room burst open, causing the human sitting on the couch to jump and quickly whip their headphones out. Mammon definitely didn’t get a little mushy when he noticed their expression go from on guard to exasperatedly fond.

“What happened now?”

The Avatar of Greed flopped unceremoniously onto the couch next to them and sighed dramatically. “Why do they always gotta gang up on me?!”

“Because it’s funny to watch you explode?”

“Not helping, human.”

They started to laugh, but when they saw Mammon slouch down a little further, they cut themselves off. “Does it really get to you that much?”

“Sometimes,” Mammon scratched at his neck. “Even when I’m trying to help, they start taking jabs at me for no reason.”

The human was silent for a moment before they shoved the worksheet they had been scribbling away at into their textbook and closed it. “That’s not right.”

“You’re damn right it ain’t! I’m a good big brother, and every time I -” a light tug on his hair cut him off mid-rant. The human had scooted down to the end of the couch and was looking at him expectantly. When had they grabbed a hold of his hair?

His human was nothing if not persistent, and who was he to deny them? He followed their tugs down to rest his head in their lap, stretching out his long legs. Their gentle fingers kept weaving and scritching in his hair, and his eyes slipped closed like a content kitten.

“You know the best ways to shut me up.”

“Mmhmm.”

Levi: When he had told them what time the stream was going to start, they had grinned and said staying up that late wasn’t going to be a problem. They had high-fived and the human had skipped off to do whatever it was normies did during the day. When 10 o’clock rolled around, they showed up to his room practically buzzing with excitement. It had been forever since they had gotten to watch a live stream with someone!

They had been so jazzed. So why in the three Realms were they asleep?!

And more importantly, why were they asleep on his shoulder?!?!

Levi could feel himself start to hyperventilate. He barely let his brothers touch him, forget about the human! The streamer had said something that was making the chat go a mile a minute, but Levi couldn’t bring himself to concentrate on anything but the weight on his shoulder.

Swallowing heavily, he managed to gather up enough courage to actually look at the human.They were small and fragile looking when they were awake and yelling at everyone, but when they were asleep, they might as well be a figurine. Their face was relaxed, so different from the victorious grin they wore when they thrashed Mammon in a game, or the determined frown they wore when Devildom culture shock smacked them in the face and they were trying to deal with it.

The soft blue light from Henry 2.0′s aquarium rippled across their face, and Levi could feel their slow, even breaths against his collarbone. His face felt like it was on fire, and he was just about to start flailing when they made a soft noise in their sleep and snuggled in a bit closer. They were shivering.

He had watched enough romcom anime to know the proper course of action, but that didn’t cool his blush any. Sighing in defeat, he managed to sneak his arm up from where it had been resting against his side and - slowly, hesitantly, holy shit what was he doing this was a bad idea what the fu - wrapped it around their shoulders and pulled them in.

Thankfully, they stayed asleep. Slowly but surely, Levi’s heart rate slowed back down to normal as he felt them stop shaking. Maybe this wasn’t so bad?

Satan: It wasn’t often that the human lost their cool. They were probably one of the most put-together beings who ever existed. But, as Satan knew all too well, one could only take so much bullshit before they exploded.

“That sorry, sniveling, micro-dicked little cockroach!”

Satan would have praised them on that insult if he didn’t think it would piss them off more. “Who has a micro dick?”

“That guy I got paired with to do the Potions project!” they had begun pacing around the library. Satan had been in enough arguments to know where this was going, so he shut his book, crossed his legs and waited. The human didn’t disappoint.

“We agreed to meet up at the cafe to work on the project after class, since the assignment is due tomorrow and we needed to get everything put together. Not only does this bastard not show up, he has the balls to text me and ‘apologize’ for not having any of his share of the work done! So now I have to do by tomorrow!” frustrated tears gathered in the corners of their eyes, and Satan had to smother the flames of his own anger. How dare this scum make his human cry?

“Kitten,” he said, hoping the familiar pet name would soothe instead of scorn. “You’re going to wear a path in the carpet if you keep pacing like that.”

They turned to glare at him, but their fire had run out of kindling. They sighed heavily, shoulders slouching as though their anger had physically drained them. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...I stormed in here and interrupted you, didn’t I? I wan’t thinking, sorry, I’ll just...”

Before they could finish their retreat, Satan was in front of them, hands on their shoulders.

“Hey now, it’s alright.” he reached up and brushed their tears away with the backs of his knuckles. “I of all people know how it is when you’re angry, I understand.”

They sniffled pathetically. “Sorry...”

Smiling gently, Satan guided them to the couch and let them slump against him. They were settled between his legs with their head pillowed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they calmed down. Satan’s long fingers played with their hair, twirling a strand around his finger.

“Now then, I’m going to need a name, address and photo id of this formerly-alive gentleman.”

Asmo: There was nothing quite like those few moments after a couple rounds of mind-blowing sex that had followed a carefully-crafted seduction. Asmodeus sighed in satisfaction as he relaxed against the soft pillows.

“Mm...” the human stirred beside him, and Asmo turned his head to admire his handiwork. Their hair was slick with sweat, curling along their forehead and jaw like ivy climbing up the side of a house. They were soft, pliant, practically melting into the sheets, and they had the most deliciously fucked-out expression on their face.

“Hello there, darling.” he said softly, reaching up to brush their hair out of their eyes. “How are you doing?”

Confusion flashed across their face and Asmo decided to answer their question before they asked it. “Aftercare is very important, my dear. Tell me what you need.”

Unbelievably, the human flushed and buried their head in the pillow. “...dles...”

“What was that, sweetheart?”

The human resurfaced, but couldn’t quite look him in the eye. “...Cuddles.”

Asmo scoffed affectionately. “Are you telling me that, after spending the night committing all kinds of salacious acts with me, you’re having trouble asking me for post-sex cuddles?”

Before the human could proceed with the inevitable flailing, Asmo tucked them against his chest, one leg thrown over both of theirs and a delicately manicured finger tracing over his pact mark on their hip. He felt them sigh contentedly as they settled down, and he couldn’t resist laughing as he kissed their forehead.

“I’ll have you know, post-sex cuddling is the best kind of cuddling.”

Beelzebub: It was a rare occasion that only one brother was camped out in the human’s room. Usually there were at least two monopolizing their bed. But, Mammon had a modeling gig, Levi had a raid going on, Satan had just bought a new book and couldn’t be torn away from it, Asmo had a date, and Belphie was....probably asleep somewhere that wasn’t their room. Which left them and Beel.

“What are we going to watch tonight?” Beel asked, making himself comfortable on their bed. He had brought a bowl of popcorn the size of their head, and before they even picked a movie the bowl was 3/4 of the way empty.

“Come on, Beel, I didn’t even get any!” they pouted, but there was an amused gleam in their eye. “And, to answer your question, I was thinking horror, since Mammon isn’t here to scream through it.”

By the time they finished their sentence, the popcorn had been vacuumed into Beel’s mouth. The human looked at Beel with a raised eyebrow.

“...”

“...We’re out of popcorn.”

They snorted, snatching the bowl from Beel’s hands. “I’ll go make more, you pick a movie.”

When they returned, Beel was leaning against their headboard with the movie paused on the title screen. It was some Devildom flick that the human had never heard of, but they trusted Beel.

Well, with the movie, anyway.

When he made grabby hands for the popcorn, the human turned to shield it with their body. “I don’t think so! I actually want some this time, Beelzebub. I’m holding it.”

The Avatar of Gluttony looked like they had just told him Santa wasn’t real, but the human stood firm.

“I’ll share, but I’m not letting you inhale the whole bowl.” they stuck their tongue out and plopped themselves on their bed. “Let’s start this thing.”

The movie started with a demon getting disemboweled, so they knew it was going to be good. The human was situation with the bowl rested in between their folded legs, and Beel would reach over and grab a fistful of popcorn every few seconds. But, in order to do that, he would have to rock himself forward, and as a result, spilled a fair amount of popcorn on the bed.

“This isn’t working.” Beel muttered about 20 minutes in.

“What isn’t?” they didn’t even turn away from the screen. It was just getting good!

“I keep spilling the popcorn.”

“Hm?” the human briefly glanced down to realize that they were sitting among the remains of many, many pieces of popcorn. “Oh. So you do. Sorry, Beel, I’ll move.”

The human had meant to scoot just a little closer so Beel wouldn’t have to reach so far, but apparently he had other ideas.

They squeaked a little when they went from leaning against the cool wall to something warm.

“Beel!” they exclaimed, suddenly finding themself situated snugly in Beel’s lap. “What the actual fuck?”

“This is easier.” To demonstrate, he reached into the bowl that was still cushioned in their lap, plucked out a fistful of popcorn, and took a bite. “See? No spilling. And you’re still holding the bowl.”

They felt like their face was going to explode from the force of their blush.

“Is this okay?” Beel asked, apparently belatedly realizing what he had just done might be considered inappropriate.

“...Yeah, it’s okay. You have a comfy lap.”

Beel smiled. “Good. I like having you close like this.”

“Shut up, I’m watching the movie.”

Belphegor: It was hard to keep your circadian rhythm going when there was no sun. This was the third night in a row that the human found themselves unable to sleep, and they were getting sick of sitting in their room playing on their D.D.D. So, even though they knew Lucifer would use their skin to decorate his office if he found them, they tip-toed out of their room and began wandering the halls in search for...something.

Eventually, they found themselves in the planetarium. Honestly, they didn’t know what they would do up there, but it beat sitting around in the darkness waiting for their body to shut down from sheer exhaustion.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

They nearly jumped out of their skin. “Belphie!”

Belphegor was draped languidly over one of the couches, cow-print pillow hugged to his chest as he blinked sleepily at them. “What are you doing up?”

They shrugged. “Trouble sleeping.”

“Is that right?” Belphie hummed, sitting up. “You’re lucky you found me, then.”

“Why is that?” the human asked, tilting their head. Belphegor chuckled softly.

“I’m the Avatar of Sloth. If anyone can cure insomnia, it’s me.” he leaned back against the arm of the couch and opened his arms. “Come on, I won’t hurt you.”

He kept his voice nonchalant, but they felt him push his sincerity through their bond. He was still so cautious around them. Probably always would be.

Taking a deep breath, the human stepped forward into Belphie’s waiting arms. Honestly, the demon was a little shocked that the human had accepted. A slap to the face would have been his first reaction if the tables were turned.

He curled his arms around their shoulders and cupped the back of their head, gently guiding them to the crook of his neck. They squirmed, trying to get comfortable.

“Hush,” Belphie muttered, voice low and soothing. “I’m going to use magic, okay?”

He felt them nod, already drifting a little bit. Belphie took a deep breath, threading his fingers through their hair. He didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve their trust and affection. But he was going to take it anyway.

The magic laced itself through his voice as he sang. It was an old lullaby that Lucifer used to sing to him and Beel when they were fussy children, but the human didn’t need to know that. Almost immediately, they stopped wiggling and settled heavily against him. By the time the lullaby was finished, they were asleep, breath fanning deep and even across his collarbone.

Belphegor leaned down and nuzzled into their hair. “Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”

#yes hello I need affection #and cuddles #lots of cuddles #obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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goldafterglow · 4 years ago

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hold me in the meadows

Summary: You are Ezra’s dreamcatcher and he is your burrow.

Request: “The sleepy prompts!! Lovely! Can you do “I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?” with (can you guess??) EZRA” - the love of my life, @opheliaelysia

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Tags: angst?, fluff, more metaphors that don’t mean anything, weird touching lol idk what the fuck this fic is, this is also not beta read so send the flood send the flu

Author’s Note: If you left a like or comment or reblog on Dissolve Me I’m telling you with as little shame as is humanly possible that I definitely reread it at least 3 times. Feedback means the word to me! also this was supposed to be a 500 word drabble and now it’s over 4.5k words if that tells you anything about me. I apologize in advance I think I’ve really outdone myself w/ my bullshit this time

Gif Credit: @pascvl; Also shout out to @pascalplease sorry I spammed you for nothing dsfgdsg

Ezra is staring at you.

He’d met you on one of those toxic moons, one of those deceitfully picturesque mirages where the dust glitters like lily petals but the air would kill you before you could think to appreciate it. You were a floater; a nomad with no place to call home, but you figured you liked it that way. Homes were permanent. They set lives and futures in cobblestone and trapped spirits in gated properties, keeping just about anything and everything tethered under the farce of security. Homes make paraffin casings around dragonfly wings and turn footprints to concrete. So you never had one, and you never wanted one. Ezra had found you amusing. You had found him to be better company than just yourself. So with great reluctance, you established a partnership. Not one forged in steel or bronze but something still fleeting, its true meaning always escaping your lips like a forgotten thought. It’s too much work to try and think about it anyway.

You had let him invite you to reside in his tent. It took coaxing, required copious amounts of golden honey spilling from Ezra’s tongue to get you to tenaciously stick to him, but you were no match for his silver tongue. He did everything he could to assure that this wasn’t a habitat, but merely a shelter - a thing that could be taken down and built back up somewhere else, anywhere you wanted. So you had obliged. He let you take the cot closest to the zipper door; you liked being closer to the exit, just a rotation away from being back on your feet. He tries to let you truly feel like if you wanted to escape, wanted to elope with liberty and run away from the loose bonds of the canopy, you could.

Three weeks of sleeping adjacent to him and you still don’t want to.

Ezra is used to temporary relationships. He has done his fair share of companion hopping, although he wasn’t really making an effort to do so. It scares him a little - why can’t he make anyone stay, make anything last? Partners passed him by, either to traverse on their lonesome or to stay with that greedy man in the eternal sky. Teams disbanded around him like glass castles shattering in his wake. Ezra, whether he liked it or not, was accustomed to transience.

He is not, however, accustomed to fearing that sharp brevity. Ezra is constantly on his toes around you, frequently wondering if he’s pushing you away or pulling you closer. You aren’t skittish, don’t constantly question everything he says or get offended by the sound of his voice, but he’s still scared of losing you. Every time he looks into your eyes he sees wonder, a certain fascination with life that he tries so hard to match because he wants to find things as beautiful as you do. As beautiful as you are. He wants to mis-quote your favorite novels that you force him to read so that you’ll scold him so affectionately and tell him that perhaps he had garnered a little brain damage from his previous escapades. He wants to trip over tree roots that have herniated through the soil so you can laugh at him, maybe lay there on the grass with him for a little bit. Just a little bit.

In your own mind, you are guarded. You try your very best not to get too personal, too deep, too much. Because you don’t like it when people can see your flushed, bloody insides. You just know that the moment you open your chest, someone will steal your heart right out of your rib cage and like the pass of a hummingbird, all of your secrets will be free to float in the breeze like the ashes of your lost quintessence; it’ll all be gone and then you’ll really be empty. So how could you ever know what you mean to Ezra?

He knows what a truly locked up person looks like. He’s spent hundreds of cycles with people that don’t make a noise. He’s sat in bustling pods of people and felt like the only man in the room, like solitary confinement for his mind. No, you are not some warning-covered steel box, padlocked and duct-taped and glued shut so that even if he’s sitting right next to you, he’ll have nothing more than his own voice bounce to off of your walls and fly right back to him. You’re a music box, a gold-trimmed heart-shaped sound bottle, and he learns that if he winds you up the right way, you’ll sing so pretty for him.

He has spent so long talking, nonsensically making those arbitrary noises burst out of his throat until they lose all meaning, but finally, for the first time in so fucking long, Ezra gets to listen.

He listens to you tell him you think his hair is stupid and that sometimes he smells bad. He listens to you lament about barren dig-sites and wasted time, about how it’s so fucking hot in your suit. He listens to you fantasize about touching the trees, burying your face in your flowers and squeezing the moss in your hands. About drowning in the river so that your body is filled with the water and then rolling in the sand so that it all sticks to you and you have to dive back in to clean off. About feeling something.

Sometimes, Ezra just wants to hear something other than his own voice. And you’re the cold towel to his inflamed skin, refreshing and addictive. You’re much braver than you think, so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, because for once, Ezra can talk into the forest and know that there’s someone to listen besides the leaves. He doesn’t feel alone.

Every night, when the moon has turned its back on the narcissistic Sun and opened its arms to the thousands of other stars, each just a prick of light but understanding of their place in the tapestry of the darkness, the two of you retire to that tent. You both redress into comfortable clothes, backs turned on each other under the guise of respect, and climb into your respective cots. Ezra would turn off that shitty lantern that illuminated the enclosure, and your shadows would dissipate into the darkness.

Except Ezra’s shadows don’t disappear; they hide. They blend into the black and mold into one man-engulfing untamable beast to possess Ezra’s throat. And they manifest again in his mind. They poison that movie that plays once you slip consciousness, instills fear into his bone marrow until he doesn’t feel safe in his own body, his own thoughts.

These slumber illusions haunt Ezra. His right arm waves at him in his sleep, the souls to which he was the conduit bridging life and death haunt his diaphragm with toothy grins to mock him, screeching into his cavities. They remind him that he was never really alone because he has the suffocating embrace of those spirits that are sewn so tight to his eyelids. Every night he somehow manages to pull himself from the darkness only for his own demons to pull him back by the throat. He is always oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness, being tossed around like a helpless rag with no hope of liberation. Nothing scares him more than his own thoughts.

And you know. You know all of it. How could you not? You were born a tumbleweed, wandering across desolation, so of course you’re a light sleeper. And you can hear Ezra’s choked cries, his tossing and turning as he drains himself of any sense of safety. But this man is a stranger to you. He is just a person you reside with, talk to all the time, nudge gently and tease and smile with. He is just the person that you wake up wanting to see, whose attention you always crave. A stranger.

So every night you turn your body to face the zipper of the tent and pretend that you can’t hear him cry. Pretend that you don’t sometimes cry with him. A pretty lavender lie that smells sweet, tastes sweeter.

You, in your cowardice, let him destroy himself. Watch as the bags under his eyes get bigger and greyer and the strings holding his shoulders up lose their tension.

Ezra, in his flawed cratered embodiment, is only human. And he had gone so long without holding anyone, without being held. He knows what he wants, knows who he wants. But he also knows how jittery you are, how fluttery your heart is, and he doesn’t want to approach it too fast lest he startle you and you fly off into the stars. But he can’t keep doing this, can’t live with himself when he knows he’s not the one in control but those horned, slimy creatures that claw at his maxilla with their venomous grins.

The lights are out in the tent per usual, so Ezra can’t really see you. His careful eyes can trace the outline of the curves of your body - or is it that his delusional eyes are envisioning some arbitrary glow around you, convincing him that what he’s seeing is real? Reality is a concept with which he is no longer familiar.

You, laying in your cot, decide that you just can’t take it anymore. You can’t stand to let this intruder of your life break you down the way he is without even trying. How dare he look into you, how dare he listen to you without passing judgement, how fucking dare he make you feel like a flower in bloom?

Ezra hears your breaths - they’re uneven. You haven’t gone to sleep. What are you waiting for?

“Ezra?” you practically squeak into the void. His ears perk up immediately; your cotton candy voice is enticing to him, flossing its way through his veins.

“What are you doing up, birdie?” Ezra asks softly, the air of his lungs floating on top of his words. He doesn’t mean to keep you awake, but he isn’t mad that you are. It’s stimulating his nerves enough to keep himself awake, and that’s something he probably won’t ever be able to repay you for.

“I-um….” Shit. You hadn’t expected to get this far. What would you say to him? How could you tell him that you wanted to help cleanse him, that you wanted to grovel in lime-coated thumb tacks with him and absorb his pain into your tissue paper skin? “I can’t sleep.”

Not a lie. Ezra knows you mean it. He just doesn’t know why.

“Well that won’t suffice,” he decides, outstretching his left arm blindly off the edge of his cot until his fingers brush against what he’s looking for: that goddamn lantern. With a little more fumbling, a weak but good enough orange glow is emitted on the floor between the two of you. You both catch each other’s pitiful gaze. You want to take care of each other, want to shield each other from the red sprites that nip angrily at each other’s hearts. Ezra holds his left arm out to you, tentatively. He’s never been more unsure in his life. He watches you glance at his arm, and then quickly to the side. You’re trying to decide if you’ll let him add another tether to you. If you’ll let him become something sewed so tight to your bleeding skin that to leave would rip you apart.

You slowly get up and walk over to his cot.

Ezra lets out a soft breath and his lips turn to a soft smile. He’s soft.

“C’mere, dandelion” he mumbles to you, and he hasn’t missed his right arm so much as in this moment. He wants to hold you properly, wants to keep you as close to him as possible. You’re hesitant, and he can tell. You’ve never been this close to him before, and you want to savor it. When your head finally touches his shoulder, it’s like a catalyst ignites underneath the two of you. You mold into each other the way the gods intended, like lake water seeping into the smallest of crevices of an empty river bed. Like the opposing poles of two magnets, like a key penetrating a lock. Like you were made for each other. Your arms immediately wrap around him, his neck now a fixture of your body, and his arm leads you to lay down on the cot. Without words, without that candid discourse that Ezra was so fond of, his face is buried into the warmth of your chest and he feels like you’ve cast an ethereal shield around him.

Ezra doesn’t need to hold you tight because you’re holding him tighter, like you’re trying to cling to something invisible and foreign before it can even think to leave you. Before it realizes that it doesn’t want you. Don’t leave. He can feel you breathe him in, face smashed against his wild hair, and he can’t blame you because he’s breathing you in too.

“Sweetheart-” he breathes, fanning against your skin in a way that sends a deep shiver down your spine and shakes your shoulders.

“Shh.” And for once in his cursed life, he’s speechless. There’s so much, too much that he wants to say to you, but his mind is shouting all of it at him at once and he doesn’t even know where to start. So he shuts the fuck up. He feels you. He feels your heat melt him until he can barely control his own muscles because they’ve gone limp, unable to perform a single contraction because his fibers are relaxed, are at peace.

He doesn’t know when he falls asleep.

When Ezra wakes, you’re still sweet and motionless around him. The lamp was still on, still shining pathetically on the ground. He doesn’t feel the need to look around or squeeze his lids closed in an attempt to wring the bad rest out of him.

Rest?

He thinks fucking hard. When had he woken up last night? When had his banshees infiltrated his thoughts and cried into the void of his packed mind? All he can recall are caramel dreams, whipped cream clouds and berry trampolines for him to jump high into the cotton candy sky. He thinks he might like it that way. Maybe every night can be like that, every morning can feel this transcendent.

He hears you moan quietly as you stir not long after him, breaths shuddering on their way out of your nose as you slowly come to your senses.

“Good morning, birdie,” Ezra finally says. He doesn’t know what to say to you, what he can say to you, without making you flip a switch and realize that it’s all a mistake, that he is a mistake. His eardrums smile as your sleepy whining settles.

“Morning, Ezra,” you whisper, throat not ready to talk yet. It’s okay; you’d rather hear him talk to you anyway.

“Did you…were you able to achieve some sort of comfort?” Ezra asks. For a second you’re confused until you remember what you’d told him last night, and you realize that you’re holding him the same way you were when you’d gone to sleep. He hadn’t woken up.

“Yeah, Ezra,” you finally say after letting yourself simmer in the silence for a second. “Thank you.”

He smiles wide against your skin, the blunt tip of his excitement the battering ram that beats against his racing heart. He’s given you something worthy of your gratefulness, and the feeling of being worthy light his chest with blue flames.

“It’s not my intention to blow you away, dandelion,” Ezra says, his nerves manifesting into his characteristic breathy laughs, “but I can’t deny how direly I want to just touch you.” You feel the air get knocked out of you as your diaphragm begins to spasm; what is he asking? You’ve thought about it before; god, of course you’ve thought about it before. To lay back as you let him study you, memorize you and then let you do the same. Analyze the sculpted marble of his body to remind yourself why you love it so much.

“Please.”

It’s barely a whisper, a secret told to the wind, but Ezra hears you. Ezra always hears you.

So Ezra’s fingers begin to wander along your skin. He wants to map out the scars on your body, wants to learn the shape of you so intimately that he could remodel you if he wanted to. He wants to know your body the way he knows when you’re disappointed or frustrated or amazed or confused. He wants to just know.

You feel the calloused pads of Ezra’s fingers put a little pressure onto that dip of your thoracic vertebrae, draw circles above your hip right under the fabric of your sweatshirt, caress your shoulder. He’s slowly exposing your skin to the humid chill of the dank enclosure, carefully making your top cover less and less of you, but you’ve never felt warmer.

As Ezra’s mind begins to really warm up and the cogs begin to grease themselves, his words begin to flow out the way you’re used to. The way you’ve learned to love.

“Sweetheart, I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone,” he blurts. Fuck. His hand stutters against the small of your back. He’s done it now, he’s really gone and blown it, because now you know he’s fucking broken and you’re smart enough to know when to avoid damaged goods. You have to know that if you were to take your hands and try and feel him you’d just get bumps and ridges and cracks. But Ezra is selfish, can’t help himself or his thoughts, so he keeps rambling. “It is not my intention to come off as presumptuous, but I just know it’s because of you. How did you do that, birdie? You never told me you were sent to me as a dreamcatcher.”

You can’t help but smile into his scalp a little at his words. You didn’t mind taking all of his bad dreams and refracting them far away into the space between the stars for him. A light, breathy laugh rolls off your tongue like a huff, because fuck, if you were going to be embroidered to something it might as well be him.

Your breath hitches again as the back of his hand runs flat along your stomach. It travels back around and up to the nape of your neck, tracing your shoulders and then over to your clavicles, paying close attention to the dips. You can’t help but wonder if this means as much to him as it does to you; it means everything to you.

“You’re right. I’ve been holding out on you all this time,” you say, and he can hear you smile through the roses of your words. He slowly and with purpose lifts his head from your embrace so that he can look up at you, maybe even catch a glimpse of that pretty grin of yours and burn it onto his lenses.

“I’m not confident that you’ll ever know how fortuitous I was the day I met you.” Ezra’s voice is low as he speaks, his drawl stretching and fraying the ends of his words, and you soak in every last syllable. You soak in the meaning of his words. He feels lucky to have you.

You look down at him, bringing a hand to run through his hair. That stupid blonde streak snatches your attention for a moment and you thumb at the strands. You want to tease him about it, mock him a little, but you don’t. The moon marine in your arms holds so much unbridled beauty, and it’s all yours to look at.

Ezra is all yours to look at.

Ezra’s hand travels up to your face, cupping your cheek while his thumb toys with the corner of your mouth in a way that makes you bite your lip through a smile. Throwing all caution to the wind, you turn your head and press a shy kiss to the heel of his palm. Ezra’s skin burns where you’ve sanctified him. His hand begins to crave your touch in other ways, he is craving something more from you, but he knows he does far too much taking. He’s already taken so much from you, has already stolen so many moments from you out of sheer gluttony, but it’s not always his fault because you’re so giving. He knows you were a little hollow from the start, knows you were a little frayed in the first place, but still you share your thoughts and companionship with him because whether you know it or not, you’re a little taken by this space mutineer. If you fled this little thing you’ve built with him, you’d be leaving the prettiest parts of yourself behind for him to keep taking care of the way a mother makes her son’s bed after he leaves for college because what if you want to come back?

But you haven’t left, haven’t abandoned him and in turn, yourself. You’re right here, letting him bask in your reverent lavender radiation, and as he looks at how you’re giving off your own intrinsic glow because the shitty orange light on the ground isn’t enough, he knows he hasn’t earned it. He doesn’t think this is a very fair transaction at all, but he’s too selfish to stop you from paying a little extra. You’ll let him keep the change.

Ezra wordlessly lifts his head, nosing at your wrist so that you’ll bring it lower and let him kiss the delicate skin there. He looks up at you with wide, eager eyes of adoration. His feelings for you are beginning to bubble underneath the surface of his silk-lined thoughts and he is willing them to stay at that low simmer because he doesn’t want to think about anything except how fucking gorgeous you look in the lamplight.

“I’m growing rather fond of the way you feel against me,” Ezra finally says. Everything is so foreign now, so new, so he tries to do the one thing you both know, the one routine you can both dance without needing to think about it: talking.

“I like it too Ezra,” you giggle. Not a long, flittery one, but a pass of air with a note under it. You’re a little nervous too.

“I reckon I could get accustomed to this,” he whispers. Your lip betrays you, curling itself to reveal your reply before you even say it. Your teeth capture your lower lip for the act of treason, but it’s too late. “But I’d just hate it if I made you feel like you’re bearing my baggage.”

“Ezra, you don’t have crippling baggage,” you insist. What is this man talking about? You were the one with issues. You were the one that had to be convinced to stay with him, you were the one that insisted on the right cot, you were the real coward here. You were broken. “Everyone has their demons. There is so much more inside of you. You’re so full.”

Ezra’s eyes go a little wide at your words. You didn’t think he was half a man? Some incomplete mosaic that would never find his missing pieces?

“You flatter me,” he chuckles; no, he giggles.

“Well…I just figured there’s no way a broken man could handle his broken partner the way you deal with me.” His expression melts into something more than pity and less than ignorance - confusion. The tap in Ezra’s tongue pops loose and his words begin to cascade from his lips like some majestic phenomenon, like holy water spraying the filth off of your brow.

“I need you to look at me, firefly.” His voice is more stern now, his words more articulate as he shifts up the bed slightly so that he’s eye level with you. He’s still on his side, his left hand is still gripping the flesh at your hip. “I don’t think you’ll ever truly comprehend how much you’ve done for me these past cycles, but this life is quiet and toilsome. You’re capable of recognizing beauty in things I wouldn’t have even taken note of in the first place, and I hang onto your every utterance whether you’re aware or not. It’s easy for me to sit here and tell you how bad I always want you because you fill my thoughts, pretty dandelion. And if someone came here and regurgitated your exact words to me, it still wouldn’t hold a candle to the way you sing when you wonder out loud. I don’t need to ‘deal’ with you, sweet rose. I want you.”

Your lip quivers a little; you know Ezra likes talking to you, he’s told you before. But you couldn’t help but assume Ezra just likes talking, period. That he liked having you around about as much as he’d enjoy the company of any other talker. To think that someone wants you, your passions and afterthoughts and pondering notions, meant more than anything you could articulate.

“Ezra-” you start, but you cut yourself off. You want to let his words turn into condensation on your skin, to form little rain clouds above your head so that they pour back down on you in delicate drops. You want to let him linger, to sit and hang above you like the sky hangs above the ocean.

You look straight at him, deep into his inquiring brown eyes as you both begin to breathe the same air, scents mingling between you like the heat between two stars. His nose is right up against yours and you can feel his lashes caress your cheekbone. He’s so close, but you want him closer, need him to move his hand or blink his eyes or do something, because you can’t take the nothingness anymore when you’ve got everything pressed right up against your face.

Ezra decides he wants one last thing from you.

“My rose, I don’t want to ask too much of you, but I suppose if that were true I wouldn’t have invited you to stay with me anyway. In the tent, of course. Not the cot.” Fuck, what was he saying? He lets out a soft laugh as he tries to reorganize his thoughts, a blushing mess under your gaze because he’s so used to knowing exactly how to get what he wants, but he’s really pushing your boundaries and bending your fence posts now. You’re turning him into a man who fumbles, a man who doesn’t always have to know what he’s about to say, and he doesn’t mind being a little less talk around you and a lot more touch.

Suddenly, he’s reminded of what he wanted to ask you.

“Sweet creature, could I kiss you?”

You don’t miss a beat in this soft ballad you’re playing with him, letting out a gentle “yeah, Ezra.”

You don’t like homes, don’t like to be told that you’re forever nailed to walls and wood. But maybe, as Ezra’s scruffy chin leans up to slot his lips against yours, you could build a tent in him. Maybe this leaky soul was your permanent, your unyielding, your perpetual.

As Ezra tilts his head towards you with a soft moan so he can kiss you the way you deserve, speak to you through the blinding sensation of his mouth telling you how he wants you, needs you, loves you, without using a single word, he is confident that his hollow cavities are beginning to be filled by your amber essence. He can tell you’re letting yourself finally take root in him, clearing out the wretched foliage so that you can curl up in the meadow of his soul and rest your bones within him.

Yeah.

You’re home.

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captaincravatthecapricious · 4 years ago

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Is That Your Blood? Prompt Fill

Jon is missing. Martin and Tim need to get him back.

cw blood, references to nonconsensual touching canon typical of the circus, canon typical levels of Tim being self destructive

This is one I wrote last week for my bingo prompts! I have started writing the another, but please be patient with me I got very behind doing things while I was writing so much and now I am mostly caught up but the serotonin and motivation levels are low. I am still accepting bingo prompts, but again it might be slow going for a bit. Let me know if you want art or fic and which character you want! (Pro tip, I am much faster at the art). The starred prompts are ones I already have and have outlined, the crossed out ones are already written and posted. Card by the wonderful @celosiaa

Jon is missing.

Tim should have known it immediately. He should have noticed the second he was gone. But Jon had gone to see Georgie, and wasn’t clear if he was planning on staying with her or going back to Tim’s flat. He should have known Jon would have come back if he could. He had been glued to either Martin’s or Tim’s side.

Just barely well enough to work. Still small and weak and breakable. Still occasionally dizzy. Still aching headed when he worked for too long. Hands still painful and sore.

And he’s gone. And Tim should have known sooner.

And there is one smug bastard who could tell him where Jon is, but the slimy twat just gives him a placid smile saying “he doesn’t know.” Utter bullshit.

Which is why Martin and Tim have a whole box of statements and a lighter.

When Elias storms out of his office, Tim gives him the most innocent of smiles, as if he isn’t actively holding a burning statement in the middle of the hall. “Oh hey, double boss, how’s it hanging?”

Elias looks very very angry, but also like he is trying to look nonplussed. And failing. “These documents are for archiving, not kindling. There will be repercussions for these actions.”

Tim drops his smile. “And there are repercussions for whatever you’ve done to Jon. I don’t care what you do to me, I’ll set the whole archives alight if you don’t tell me where he is.”

Something dangerous and self destructive and manic must have shown on Tim’s face, because Elias grumble something about it probably being long enough anyhow and finally gives them an address, which Martin is scribbling down before Elias can even turn on his heel.

“Well that went well!” Says Tim brightly.

Martim hmmmms. “We might want to be concerned about those repercussions? But… we can worry about that once Jon is back.”

Tim snorts. “What can he do? Not like he can even fire us. And if he does, we’re better off.”

Martin drops his burning statement in the bin, looking unreasonably disappointed about the lack of continued arson that they would be committing, (or rather wouldn’t be committing). “But you won’t leave until we’ve stopped the Unknowing.”

Tim’s face darkens again. He can feel it, and he doesn’t care at all. “You’re right.”

“Right… You will try and come back from it… Please?”

Tim shrugs. “Ask me once we get Jon back.”

The drive to the wax museum is tense. Things are easier between Martin and Tim than they have been in months, but their shared concern is palpable. Jon is missing. Jon is kidnapped. Jon is possibly hurt. The circus has Jon. The Circus. That Circus Tim has screamed himself awake over more nights than he can count. And he wishes that he could just set the whole thing on fire right now. he doesn’t want to wait, now that he knows where they are.

Fuck caution. Fuck everything. He wants his revenge.

But… but Jon.

He can’t lose Jon.

Not like he lost…..

He can’t even think their names without shattering like thin glass dropped in boiling water.

They find Jon. He isn't guarded. He's tied to a chair, very naked, very bruised, and very bloody. He's suspiciously shiny looking and smells strongly of something artificial and floral.

He's shivering. And Tim's blood boils.

Jon was just starting to heal! And Tim knows the heavy bruising might partly be due to EDS, but this is absurd. He shouldn't be bruised at all!

Jon is hunched over, small and shaking and barely conscious. Hiding from the world behind his tangled and greasy hair.

"Shit, Jon, is that all your blood?" Martin squeaks.

It is, clearly. Jon isn't with it enough to even notice them, but the blood on his face and chest is clearly from a bloody nose, and the blood on his wrists and ankles look to be from where the rope is biting into him.

Martin rushes forward. Tim is frozen in place. Frozen in anger and terror, just like he had been all there's years ago. This won't happen again. This can't happen again. He can't survive losing someone else to this... whatever the HELL this is. He can't do it. Not again.

Jon screams the moment Martin touches him. Or tries to. It's then that Tim notices the gag in Jon's mouth.

That does it. THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS THEY COULD HAVE KILLED JON. JON HAS ATHSMA. HE COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED. HE COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED THEY COULD HAVE BEEN TOO LATE. JON COULD HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF A STUPID CLOTH IN HIS MOUTH.

While Tim is trying not to scream or punch a wall or spontaneously combust, Martin is speaking softly to Jon, probably trying to get Jon to recognize him as something real and tangible and not a threat. Tim sees Jon timidly nod in response to Something Martin says, and Martin gently removes the gag. Touching Jon as little as possible.

Jon starts sobbing.

Tim can see Martin's heart break.

Jon had been getting so affectionate with them. Leaning into every touch, instead of backing away. Now... he's more skittish than ever. Tim takes a few deep breaths before finally walking over.

"Hey, buddy. Do you think I could untie you?"

Jon stares at him for a long moment.

Tim raises his hands so Jon can see he doesn't have any weapons or anything.

Jon slowly nods, twisting painfully in his seat so he can watch. His movement tightening his bonds. Making Tim's job considerably harder, but... that's fine. Keeping Jon calm is important.

Tim's goal has to stay saving Jon, and if he sees any member of the Circus, he is sure to lose sight of that in favor of revenge, consequences be damned.

They get Jon free, and he immediately curls into a stiff little ball, whimpering. Crying harder when anyone tries to touch him. Tim goes to fetch a blanket from his car. Jon might feel a little less afraid if he is less exposed. Not to mention, Tim would like to keep his car not blood-soaked if he has the option. And he wants to keep Jon warm. That should be his top priority.

It quickly becomes apparently that Jon can't walk. He can barely move. Sore from the bruises and being tied up.

"Jon, would it be alright to pick you up? We need to get out of here." Martin. God bless his gentle voice. God bless Jon's infatuation. Jon bites his lip hard, but nods. He's wrapped tightly in the blanket now, face half hidden in it, flakes of dried blood starting to come loose from his face and decorating the blanket. He flinches away from the hands lifting him, and he bites back a whimper, then a scream. And Tim isn't sure if it's the horror of whatever he's been through, or the pain he's in, or the lingering vertigo, but he is hurting and it breaks Tim's heart.

They make it out. Martin spends the several hour drive in the backseat. Trying to get some water and painkillers and dramamine into Jon. (The last thing Jon needs s to be carsick in this state). Jon just shivers and weeps. Eventually trusting Martin enough to cling to him like he is the only solid thing in the world.

By the time they reach Tim's flat, Jon is calm enough that he lets Tim and Martin guide him to the bath tub. Jon very, very timidly consents to them helping him wash up. (And only after he had been left alone in the tub and almost fainted trying to stand to shower and bringing all the soaps crashing down around him.)

Tim gets to work on his hair, while Martin gently starts working the blood and grime and... is that lotion? off of Jon.

Jon slowly relaxes. Slowly starts to realize that he is really back with Martin and Tim. That they won't touch anywhere that he doesn't want them to. And he goes effectively boneless when the tub is drained, and Tim gives him a last rince with the shower, just as Tim knows Jon appreciates. That gains him a weak smile as Tim narrates what he is doing, which also seems to calm Jon. The only time he panicked during the process is when one of them touched him when his eyes slipped closed. Jon had done his best to keep his eyes open after that. But... by the end he couldn't manage it anymore. Sinking into the touch as Tim had gotten used to him doing.

Tim cooks that night. Jon wrapped in blankets, dozing fitfully on Martin, as Martin carefully keeps his hands to himself and does a bit of writing. Tim honestly can't tell if he's writing poetry or plotting his revenge upon the circus. And Tim feels a twinge in his chest. He has to survive this for them. He can't leave them. He can't leave them alone. It scares him that Jon and Martin could die in...whatever their plan ends up being. It scares him, and he won't let them die. And... and if he can survive to keep protecting them, he has to.

He makes curry. Good and hot and filling. Seasoned to Jon's preferences.

He's cooked side by side with Jon before. It's been a long time, between the baggage between them and Jon's recent illness and injuries, but he can hope Jon will cook with him again.

Jon is slightly revived by then, and feels safe enough to let himself be held, both during the parade of Buzzfeed Unsolved supernatural episodes and beyond that, once the three of them are tucked safely in Tim's bed. Jon in the middle. Martin and Tim shielding him from the world. So what if Tim sleeps with a baseball bat propped up next to his bed? So what if Martin has resumed sleeping with a corkscrew? They have Jon back, and they will not be losing him ever again.

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retirementhomecollab · 4 years ago

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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: living room

☾ warnings: f!reader, supernatural themes (kind of), slight mockery of said supernatural themes.

☾ word count: 1.7k

You decide to head to the living room.

You think there’s no better place to get into the swing of the party. Making your way to the centre of the room, you think you see a few people you know, including a certain spiky-haired boy, leaning over a board game.

“This is bullshit,” you hear him grumble as you spot a small group of guys from last semester’s general biology lab (affectionately referred to as the biology for idiots course).

“It’s not bullshit,” Hanamaki argues as he leans forward and places his hands on something in the middle of the board. “Now put your fingers on the planchette, Hajime, I’m trying to get myself a ghost girlfriend tonight.”

Beside him, Matsukawa snickers. “Dude, I don’t even think you’d be able to land the chick from The Ring. Maybe we should just ask the spirits about when you’ll get a job.”

Kneeling across the board, Oikawa lets out a whistle. “Low blow, Mattsun.”

You skirt around the couch to get a closer view when the brunet spots you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh!” he calls out, waving you over with a sudden grin across his face. “Look who’s here!” he calls out to seemingly everyone but you. You watch the same smile form on Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s faces as they spot you too and you suddenly feel very reluctant about joining them.

“Perfect timing,” Oikawa purrs as he motions for you to sit between him and Iwaizumi. “We’d love for you to join.”

You draw closer, finally able to spot the game at your feet. An array of letters and numbers are printed on the board with ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ printed on the top corners. On the very bottom, beneath Matsukawa’s wrists is the word ‘Goodbye’.

“Oh no,” you breathes, the realization hitting you all at once.

“Oh yes,” Oikawa says.

You’re slotted right next to Iwaizumi now, shoulders touching as you listen to Oikawa’s lighthearted explanation of how to “properly” use the board. To your relief, it doesn’t look like as genuine as you would imagine it to be; the board itself is shiny and cardboard and the planchette is heavy plastic.

You’re not sure if the spirits care about this though, you never thought you’d be in the position to wonder.

“You don’t have to go along with this,” Iwaizumi speaks up from beside you. You glance at him. He’s wearing a pair of cargos with a loosely-buttoned dress shirt and an unzipped vest. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and from the way he’s leaning over, you can see the broad expanse of his chest from beneath his collar. Oh god. You look away.

“Aren’t you wondering what he is?” Hanamaki pipes up, cognizant of your not-so subtle once-over of his best friend. He opens his mouth to speak again but Iwaizumi interrupts.

“I’m an archaeologist,” he says quickly.

“A slutty archaeologist,” Matsukawa amends and you almost choke on your own spit.

“How am I a slutty—?”

“Your clothes are half off,” Hanamaki argues, cutting him off as Oikawa continues on with something about saying goodbye to the spirits.

“It’s hot in here! The place is packed,” he reasons but you can see the growing flush in his face. Knowing them, it’s certainly not the first time they’ve had this discussion tonight but you can’t help but feel a little flustered as well.

“Okay!” Oikawa claps his hands together. “Everyone in?”

You watch as Hanamaki and Matsukawa place two fingers on the planchette with Oikawa following suit. You hesitate and Iwaizumi does as well.

“Does this even work with all this noise?” you wonder uneasily. In every shitty horror movie you’d seen with an ouija board, the rooms had been candlelit and silent, with the board being the centre of attention. Your situation couldn’t have been more of the opposite.

“Dunno,” Matsukawa admits.

“Figured we’d try for the shits anyway,” Hanamaki adds.

“I’ll just watch,” you say, placing your hands in your lap as you watch them circle around the board.

“Me too,” Iwaizumi nods and you turn to give him a small smile.

Oikawa sticks out his bottom lip for a second before shrugging. “Fine by me.”

Despite the bustle around you, you watch with rapt interest as they take turns asking innocuous questions. It begins with simple yes or no inquiries; whether or not Hanamaki would fail economics this semester (yes) or whether Oikawa would get a girlfriend by Valentine’s Day (no).

“Hmm,” he pouts, clearly disappointed with the answer. “Will Iwa-chan get a girlfriend by Valentine’s Day?” he asks the board in a saccharine tone.

You watch as the planchette migrates across the board to land on the ‘yes’.

“Oh?” Matsukawa smirks.

“Oho,” Hanamaki muses.

“What?” Iwaizumi frowns. “Leave me out of this, Shittykawa.”

Ignoring him, Oikawa continues on. “Is the lucky girl someone we all know?”

The planchette doesn’t move off of the ‘yes’.

“Is she here? At this party right now?”

A second passes and you hold your breath. It still doesn’t move.

You glance at Iwaizumi but he’s glaring at Oikawa with murderous intent. The brunet conveniently looks away.

“Can you spell out the name of his dear future girlfriend?” he asks the board in a faux-hushed tone. Your eyes shift from the planchette to Iwaizumi’s hands, his knuckles white as he curls them into fists.

The triangle moves down the board to land on a letter.

And then another.

It takes you all of five seconds to realize what’s happening now; it’s spelling out your name.

Heat rises up your neck and you train your eyes on the wooden flooring in front of you, unable to look at the board anymore.

Supernatural or not, you can’t help but feel the warm bloom of embarrassment in your cheeks. Sure, Iwaizumi is attractive, and maybe it was incredibly difficult to work with him as your lab partner last term because you’d get caught up with appreciating the view, but you’d forced yourself to not think too deeply about it. Especially after you’d awkwardly parted ways at the end of the semester.

Sure, you see him around campus frequently, but it just isn’t the same as when you’d stay up together, slaving over ten page lab reports and commiserating over lost marks.

“This is stupid,” he mumbles before pushing himself off the floor. You watch as he heads towards the entrance of the apartment without even looking back. Oddly, you feel the urge to follow him out.

“We’ll say goodbye to the spirits for you!” Oikawa calls out cheerfully before turning to you.

“Could you do me a favour?” he asks, tilting his head. “Could you just make sure he doesn’t get lost?”

You could argue that this apartment was right next to campus and that the likelihood of Iwaizumi getting lost on the grounds of a place he frequented everyday was close to nil. But you already have half a mind to go, so you nod and stand up to follow him, brushing off your skirt as you approach the door.

The crowds of people grow thinner and thinner as you make your way back down the hallway and down the stairs, leaving the pounding bass of the music behind as you step into the chill of the night.

You shiver as you glance around the building’s exterior, looking for any sign of your former lab partner. The wind nips at your bare skin and you think you see a retreating figure on your right but before you can chase after it, you hear a familiar voice at your back.

“What are you doing here?” Iwaizumi questions and you turn to face him. The streetlamp casts harsh shadows across as his face as he looks down at you apprehensively.

“I was looking for you,” you reply simply. “Oikawa, he—”

“Man,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t believe he fucking told you to—”

“I was also worried,” you interject, biting the inside of your cheek. “I, uh. I don’t know if the board works like that but it didn’t really seem like— it didn’t really seem like it was anything supernatural that was— y’know.” You gesture noncommittally with your hands.

“Yeah,” he says in agreement. “Yeah, I think they were just fucking with me. Sorry you got caught up in that. They can get out of line sometimes.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine,” you insist, eyes flashing to his. “I just don’t know why they’d use my name,” you laugh, cringing when it sounds a bit hollow.

Iwaizumi sighs.

“To be honest,” he begins. “Last semester, I…I kind of had a thing for you. Y’know, probably because we went on all those study dates and spent all those nights staying up together.”

You blink.

“Oh?”

Was he really…? Did he really…?

He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I… I don’t know. It’s stupid. You probably don’t want to hear about this, anyway.”

“No,” you shake your head, a sort of giddiness settling in your chest. The wind bites at your cheeks but you can barely feel its chill anymore.

“I—I was so nervous I couldn’t even look at you sometimes!” you blurt out with a giggle as you come to terms with the absurdity of the situation. “You were just so…”

““So…”?“ he questions.

“So…attractive,” you admit abashedly. “It was so ridiculous, I couldn’t even make eye contact with you,” you gripe, recalling the dozens of awkward moments in which you felt like you were just going to keel over from being in his presence.

“You think I’m attractive?” he asks, dumbfounded, and you nod while staring at the space three inches above his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you—? Why didn’t we—?”

“I didn’t know,” you exclaim.

“I didn’t know, either,” he breathes, a small laugh bubbling from his throat.

“But now we do,” you offer, daring to meet his eye. The cold of the night does nothing to quell the spark you feel when his gaze lands on yours.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Now we do.”

The flame inside you burns even brighter.

“Let’s go back inside,” he suggests, beckoning towards the entrance of the building.

“I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

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