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spineless-lobster · 2 years ago
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Why do all the (male) six idiots look amazing in drag??? Like no wonder they do it so much they’re absolutely KILLING it! (PSA: We need Martha in drag pretty please and thank you x)
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fwitolei · 3 months ago
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The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x06 - Moment of Truth
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Previous Episode // Masterlist // Next Episode
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Spoilers under the cut
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Woah why did everything go monotone except for Kosmo
“This orb…is a giant piece of candy.”
W H A T
HOW
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
HOW THE FUCK DID THEY NOT NOTICE THAT WERE HOLDING A BIG-ASS JAWBREAKER (i know it’s chocolate but you get the idea---)
How tf is a piece of candy glowing in the first place—
You’ve GOT to be kidding me tho
Oh it’s color again—
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“I loved your mother, Lissa, very much.”
LISSA REVEAL
I KNEW WE WERE GONNA SEE HER
OOH SHE THICC—
SHE’S BEAUTIFUL OMG
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“I suppose I should call it what it is, dark magic.”
Harrow said the same thing in s1 just kill me now—
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“Who am I to refuse an invitation from the high mage of Katolis?”
Wait were Kpp’Ar’s bandages ever explained? Why are they so bloody?
SOREN’S LITTLE STUFFY ON VIREN’S DESK AAAHHH
Omg he’s so emotional 😭
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“Yes. Yes I see now.”
IS KOSMO REWINDING TIME—
Oooooooh wait no the monotone is him seeing the futureeeeeee
That’s so cool you go kosmo
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“Prince Harrow. May I join you?”
AAAAAHHHHH harrow’s little scoot is adorable LMAOOO
Aww he’s so considerate towards  sarai and callum gahhh—
I need them back now how dare they die on me 😭
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“Beware, if you ever use dark magic again, the darkness and corruption will overwhelm you.”
I guarantee you he’s gonna use dark magic again watch
Mark my words
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“Without magic, how will you stop me?”
I wanna know more about kpp’ar and why he quit dark magic
I bet it has something to do with his bandages
OH SHIT VIREN THROTTLED HIM
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“[Kpp’Ar] invested years of his life helping me become… what i became.”
Ooh so viren got his true appearance from the coin spell i thought he was gonna get it from the spell he uses to save soren
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“I only see… darkness.”
Omg he’s gonna get to space
GAHH HE’S FALLINGGG—
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“Something so simple and… and easy, her tears.”
Omg you can see viren just scribbling the words down as fast as he can just reliving the moment it’s so sad
I feel so bad for him
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“I pushed her against the wall and I held the back of her hair to keep her still.”
OH MY GOSH VIREN WHAT—
STOPPPPP I’M GONNA CRY
What is this serious DRAMA omg—
Where the fuck is claudia in all this that’s what i wanna know
Like soren would be sick in bed but considering lissa was full on sobbing you’d think claudia would hear it and go see what’s going on
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NO THE WAY CALLUM SMILED AND REACHED OUT TO THE SKY AS HE WAS FALLING
YAY HE’S FLYING
I S T H A T R A Y L A OMG
SLAYYYYY
Ok wait can y’all get away from the edge i can’t trust y’all not to fall and die not at this point
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“But the cost was… devastating.”
VIREN STOP CRYING OMG
GREAT NOW I’M CRYING UGH
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NOOOO CLAUDIA RUNNING AFTER LISSA
LISSA’S STILL CRYING TOO
The way soren’s looking at viren in confusion MY HEART 😭
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“And i punished you with a lifetime of cold cruelty.”
I’M SO DONE
I’M DONE
THIS F U C K I N G SHOW
SOORREEENNNNNNN MY BABY I CAN’T TAKE IT
THE WAY YOU CAN TELL VIREN’S CRYING IN HIS NARRATIONS GAWD—
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“No, I… No. The guard was… mistaken.”
NO
GIVE IT TO HIM ISTFG
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO PUT ME THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GIVE IT TO HIM
SOREN SEES IT TOO JUST G I V E I T —
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N O O O O O O O O O O 
WHY’D YOU DO THAT
WHAT THE FUCKKKKK—
Okay so i let it simmer overnight and i have a FUCKING LOT to say about this. First of all, how D A R E they make me invested in viren’s letter to soren (INCLUDING A LISSA REVEAL DAMN THAT WOMAN IS BEAUTIFUL—) only for viren to BURN IT UP?!?!!?? Lemme tell you, if i read that letter and saw the teardrop stains and shit on it i would’ve immediately forgiven him idfc free him he did all of it but i don’t care that’s my toxic trait. And for soren to S E E the letter and viren S T I L L chickens out—
*incoherent screaming*
Anyways as you can tell i loved this episode and it’s prolly one of my favorites so far. And YES i saw rayllum kiss F I N A L L Y so yeah here you go
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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years ago
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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D
Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~
Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 
Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him
Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg
Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters
MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.
Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch
Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer
MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you
Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor
I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.
Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing
MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:
MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA
At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC
Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit
For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point
MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?
MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement
Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous
Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn
Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh
One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him
Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no
Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 
MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano
Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:
MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:
Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.
Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.
Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...
I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.
Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”
Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...
But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.
MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing
MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job
MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.
MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)
Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.
MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.
Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.
Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon
MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...
Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time
Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s
MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite
MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)
Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”
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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 4 years ago
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Nagito’s Fluff Alphabet
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Mod Ibuki: Yes!!! Two of Mod Ibuki’s favorite things! Fluff and Nagito! Here you are, Nonnie! I hope you enjoy! Fluff alphabet is from @mod-sonia-writes-stuff
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
-Nagito loves being able to just spend time with or around his SO. I feel like one of his favorite things would be quiet dates while cuddling and just enjoying each others company.
-Nagito would love to do quiet activities with his SO like reading outside or going for walks on sunny days.
B eauty- What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
-....This man you guys.... Nagito would believe every inch of his SO is the most beautiful thing in the universe! Nagito would adore his SO in all of their being.
-If his SO is insecure about something, you’d better believe he’s going to spend the next few hours telling you about how much he adores every bit of you and how your so called “flaws” are really just what make you even more beautiful.
-Although, Nagito is more of one to fall in love with his SO for who they are, rather than what they look like. I think he finds his SO’s kindness to be the most beautiful thing about them.
C omfort- How would they help their S/O when they feel down/have a panic attack?
-Nagito can read his SO like a novel. When he notices them starting to spiral, you’d better believe he’ll be there with his arms open. Nagito has had more than his fair share of panic attacks, so he’s also pretty quick to realize when his SO starts to spiral.
-He starts out by pulling you into his arms and repeating sweet nothings as well as reminders that you are safe.
-After you calm down, he’d ask you if you’d want to talk about it, and he’d hands down be the best listener when it came to needing a listening ear.
-If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s completely fine! Nagito would spend the rest of the day telling you how much he loves you and would probably be watching your comfort shows/movies with you.
D reams- How do they picture their future with their s/o?
-Honestly, Nagito never even would’ve thought he would’ve gotten this far. His luck has blessed him with an angel.
-He’s hesitant about planning ahead too much, because he’s afraid his bad luck will jinx everything.
-But deep down, Nagito would be happy as long as you loved him forever, and he got the chance to love you forever <3
E qual- Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
-Nagito overall is pretty passive, most of the time he lets his SO make decisions because for a while, he didn’t believe he was good enough to be making decisions.
-It took a lot of love and convincing on your part to remind him that you are equals in your relationship and you wanted his input.
-Even after he brings to make suggestions for date ideas and such, he would always seem to want your approval. Give it to him. Give it to him now
F ight- Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
-Honestly, fights with Nagito are about as rare as they come.
-I honestly find it hard to believe Nagito would really have true fights with his SO.
-When/if they do fight though, usually it would be about Nagito’s SO trying to help him with his self depreciation.
G rattitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
- Nagito is beyond grateful for his SO! He’ll let you know every second he gets the chance to as well!
-“SO, I truly am lucky to be graced with your beautiful hope every day”
- Nagito is more than aware of what his SO is doing for him and honestly feels guilty at first. He thinks he doesn’t deserve you, but overtime that insecurity fades
H onesty- Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
-I think Nagito would be a mostly open book with his SO, although it would take a while for him to open up to them.
- Once he’s comfortable, I believe he would tell his SO just about anything
I nspiration- Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them over some personal problems?
-I think we all are aware of Nagito’s self depreciation by now.
- It took a long time, but eventually you were able to help him break this hateful way of thinking.
-Anytime he would say he was trash or unworthy, you would step in with complimenting him instead
-“Are you really sure it’s okay for trash like me to touch you?”
-“Nagito, I think you’re beautiful. And yes, I’m completely sure.”
-The first time you did this he was completely taken aback
-Nagito.exe has stopped working
J ealousy- Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
-Nagito does get jealous easily, but not in the traditional sense.
-For instance, if he sees his SO spending time or talking with someone else, he goes back to self deprecating.
-When he gets like this, he does one of two things
1) distances himself as much as possible in the current area or
2) Tends to hover or even become clingy
-After the first few times, his SO picks up on his behavior and tries to include him in the conversation or holds his hand while drawing patterns on his palm as reassurance.
K iss- Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
-Nagito is pretty hesitant at first when it comes to kisses.
-He’s so afraid that he doesn’t deserve you and feels as if he’d be dirtying you in some way at first.
-As for the first kiss, I believe that his SO would have to initiate it.
-This would be his first kiss as well, so he wouldn’t think he would be very experienced, but it’s a good thing luck is on his side because his kisses are always gentle and comforting
-The first few kisses you share are very soft, almost as if your lips are barely touching at all.
-After a while though, he realizes how addicted he is to his SO’s kisses and quickly becomes more comfortable
-He’ll never outright ask for a kiss, however you can usually tell when he wants one.
L ove Confession- How would they confess to their s/o?
- I believe after Nagito allows himself to love you, he would tell you right away
- He would wrap his arms around them and whisper to them about how in love he is with them and the hope that they emit
-You can feel just how fast his heart is beating as he confesses and how it speeds up when you tell him that you love him too
M arriage- Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
-Nagito has always wanted to get married, but I do believe he would be scared that his luck would get in the way
-It would take some time and a lot of heart-to-heart conversations, but he would eventually ask you to marry him.
-I believe he would propose to you on a pretty relaxed date while doing something you both enjoy
-When married, Nagito would be a stay at home husband because of his illness while his s/o would be at work or whatever they choose.
-Because of Nagito’s wealth, you don’t necessarily need to work if you don’t want to. However, he would be fully supportive of whatever his SO chooses to do.
N icknames- What do they call their s/o?
-You are 100% without a doubt “My Hope”
-Would also call you “Angel”, “My love”, or “My dear”.
O n Cloud Nine- What are they like when they are in love? How do they express their feelings?
-I believe that Nagito would definitely follow his SO and be kinda clingy
-When this boy is w h i p p e d for his SO he is going to follow them around like a puppy
-He also looks at his SO like they are the most precious thing in the world (because, well, to him they are)
-Nagito would be one to wrap his arms around his SO and whisper in their ear about how much they mean to him
-Please play with his hair when he does this
P DA- Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
-Oh 100% upfront about his relationship
-When talking to others, he will always find a way to talk about his SO and how wonderful they are with a lovestruck look gracing his features
-When it comes to physical PDA though, it takes a while for Nagito to get comfortable with the idea of it’s something you desire.
-After a while though, is almost always holding your hand or hugging you from behind
Q uirk- Some random ability they have that’s beneficial to the relationship
-Hmm so I believe that his luck combined with his knowledge of romance stories would be very beneficial.
-Nagito swears he knows nothing about relationships but this man is S M O O T H
- Nagito is 100% the guy that would have flowers delivered to your work because they reminded him of you
R omance- How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?
-Like stated above, Nagito is a hopeless romantic who tends to be more on the cliche side.
-He would quite literally do anything to make his SO happy. Want chocolate and snuggles? Done. Can’t sleep and want to watch a movie? He’s there with your favorite blanket and snack.
S upport- Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
-Nagito would be supportive of his SO i’m just about anything they set themselves to achieve as long as it doesn’t harm them in some way.
-He will always be there to support and love you no matter what you set your mind to <3
T hrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
-Leave Nagito’s luck to spice just about anything up. That being said, he prefers to plan things to be pretty simple in the beginning. Sometimes however, his luck can make your plans take quite the unexpected turn
-I believe he would like to have some sort of routine and stay on the calmer side though. Just enjoying being in the presence of his SO is already more than enough for him
U nderstanding- How well do they know their partner?
-Nagito is very good at reading people, his SO is no exception
-Nagito is able to read his SO like a book, and sometimes you’re convinced he knows you better than you know yourself
-He can pick up even the slightest hint of discomfort or unease that you may produce in .5 seconds
V alue- How important is the relationship to them?
-Your relationship means absolutely everything to Nagito. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t think of his SO
-It was his dream to someday be loved, and now that he’s got that, he’s going to hold onto it as best as he can
W ild card- A random fluff headcannon
-Nagito absolutely LOVES playing with his S/O’s hair. Whether he’s simply running his hands through it, or braiding it, he’ll always be content.
-He’s also very good at braiding hair, and if you ask him to braid it, he’ll be there in 10 seconds with a comb and a hair tie.
-He also loves his hair being played with. He’ll fall asleep the quickest with his head on your chest and your fingers running through his fluffy hair.
X OXO- How affectionate are they?
-Nagito is a very affectionate lover. You wouldn’t be able to go a day without knowing how much he loves and appreciates you.
-I personally believe that Nagito’s love language would be physical touch, so he would always want to be close to you any second you have the chance
Y earning- How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
-Nagito would be very down when missing his SO and I believe he would become even more withdrawn.
-He usually copes by reminiscing about time the two of you have shared and by looking at pictures you two have together
Z eal- Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?
-I believe Nagito would do just about anything for his SO. As stated before, his relationship means just about everything to him so you’d better believe he’d be willing to go to great lengths for his SO.
-You are his ultimate hope after all <3
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Cheryl//you can’t go through life trying not to get hurt
Request: So can I ask for a cheryl x reader where r does everything to make cheryl happy and just being supportive of her?
hey! i kind of got just a little bit carried away with this. but i think i pulled it back! i hope you like it! also, i know the title is an archie quote but i don’t really care because it fits and i like it! plus, they’re both red-heads so what’s really the difference? 
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- We know Cheryl hasn’t had the best life 
- Her entire family and everything to do with it is tainted
- So for a long while, she thinks she’s tainted to
- And when she meets you 
- On a rainy Friday night, sat by Sweetwater River
- With your hair plastered to your face and the brightest smile she’s ever seen 
- She knows she has to stay away from you
- Because anybody who can be that happy sat in the pouring rain 
- Is somebody too pure for her 
- So she turns around and heads back to her car 
- Deciding that if she wants to be alone, she can just do it at home
- But then she hears it
- Your voice
- So soft, but so demanding 
- And you’re calling her name 
- Her name has never sounded so pretty 
- Even if it is coming from a complete stranger, who’s staring at such a dark place like its the most beautiful thing in the world
- ‘yea-yeah?’
- Her confidence slips for just a few seconds and its purely down to the way you’re looking at her 
- Like she’s filled with magic and wonder and mystery 
- A mystery you’re going to solve 
- Spoiler alert...you do
- ‘come sit’ You pat the rock beside you and she glances warily between you and it 
- It may have stopped raining but that rock is still very wet and she’s wearing a new skirt 
- ‘oh come on. live a little’ Your eyes sparkle as you speak 
- She eventually concedes and sits beside you
- Now she just has to make sure she doesn’t give too much away 
- Never let anyone else in
- Its the mantra she’s been repeating for as long as she can remember 
- This time she’s going to stick to it 
- Spoiler alert...she doesn’t
- Because thats easier said than done when a pretty girl is asking her questions 
- Or just paying attention to her tbh
- So she asks you questions instead 
- ‘how do you know who i am?’ 
- Normally she’d be afraid of a complete stranger who knew her name
- But this time, she’s just curious 
- She wants to know who you are 
- Why you’re in Riverdale?
- How has a town so full of dark secrets and awful people managed to capture you?
- She’s expecting a long winded explanation about how you just moved from a big city
- Because lets be real, thats the only place she can picture you living 
- But instead you just laugh 
- Such a light, unexpected laugh
- And now she’s unsure of what to say 
- What do you say to that?
- ‘i know a lot about a lot’ 
- ‘wow’ She mutters 
- She couldn’t help it 
- She is Cheryl Blossom after all 
- She can’t been seen as anything other than a bitch 
- But when she see’s the flash of hurt in your eyes 
- She can’t help but feel even more like the worst person in the world 
- She mumbles a quick apology and looks at the river instead 
- ‘its fine.’ You shrug. ‘you’ve been through a lot’ 
- ‘how do you know?’ 
- ‘i just do. but you will be okay cheryl, and don’t worry, you could never taint anything. i don’t think you’re capable of even leaving a trace of something bad.’ 
- She really wants to say something 
- But what the hell do you say to that? 
- And when she turns to face you, hoping the right words will find their way somehow 
- You’ve vanished 
- For a split second she thinks you’re a ghost 
- Its not the first time she’s had full on conversations with the dead 
- But then she hears a thud
- Followed by a groan and a small ‘ow’ 
- And it makes her laugh 
- Like properly laugh 
- The first she has in a while 
- She watches you stand and give her an awkward wave before actually disappearing 
- For the rest of the weekend you’re the only thing she can think of 
- By the time Monday rolls around she’s determined to find you 
- It can’t be hard 
- You’ve got to be a new student
- And Betty gives tours to all the newbies 
- She’ll just ask her 
- Thats easier said than done though
- She tried looking for her cousin before classes started 
- She even came in early 
- But no luck 
- So she has to wait until lunch time 
- And that makes her worry 
- By lunch time, you could have been told literally everything about her 
- How her brother was murdered by her father 
- How awful her mother is 
- She was almost assaulted 
- She attempted suicide 
- And she joined a cult 
- Just to name a few 
- Riverdale High is a breeding ground for rumours 
- Usually created by her 
- But they spread fast around here
- When lunch time rolls around, she’s sure you’re going to know how much of a train-wreck she actually is 
- Despite all of that though 
- Something inside her wills her to ask Betty about you 
- She then goes on to describe everything she remembers about you 
- Maybe in a little too much detail 
- ‘she had sparkly y/e/c eyes’ 
- ‘and y/c/h hair that framed her face in just the nicest way’ 
- ‘and her smile...it was wonderful’ 
- ‘...right. did you get a name?’
- ‘if i got her name do you really think i would be here right now?’ 
- ‘che-’ Betty is cut off by someone calling her name 
- The sound of it making Cheryl feel like she can’t breathe 
- She knows that voice 
- Even Betty’s name sounds nice when coming from her 
- From you
- But hold on
- You’re hugging Betty 
- Thats way too friendly for someone you’ve only known for half a day 
- ‘hi cheryl’ Your wave is less awkward than it was on Friday night, but your smile is just as cheerful as you look at the red head. 
- Okay, now she definitely doesn’t know what to say
- Betty quickly puts two and two together and smirk appears on her lips as she looks between the two of you 
- She has known about your small crush on Cheryl for a while 
- So she decides to help you out 
- ‘what were you saying about y/n’s smile? it was amazing? no! wonderful!’ 
- ‘shut up betty. i think your boyfriend wants you’ 
- She’s practically shooing Betty away and she mutters something under her breath but walks away anyway 
- Once she’s gone, Cheryl turns back to you and just stares at you 
- ‘so, you go here?’ 
- ‘yep?’ 
- ‘how long?’ She really doesn’t want to know the answer 
- ‘as long as you have’ You don’t seem annoyed when she looks at you 
- The opposite in fact
- You kind of look amused 
- ‘how have i not noticed you?’ 
- ‘you’ve been pre-occupied I suppose’ 
- ‘how can i make it up to you?’ 
- ‘notice me’ 
- ‘i’ve definitely already done that.’
- ‘take me to pops then’ 
- She never wanted to do something more
- But she’s torn 
- She wants to say no. To keep you safe from her and everything that come with being involved with a Blossom 
- But the way you’re looking at her makes her knees weak and her head dizzy 
- So she says yes 
- And its the best decision she’s ever made
- At first you take it slow 
- She’s been hurt before 
- And she’s hurt other 
- But something that makes it easier is the fact that you already know everything about her 
- Even if you were in the background during most of it 
- She’s so excited to get to know you
- One of the first things she learns is how you’ll do anything to make the people you love happy 
- Especially her 
- She’s quite literally never met anybody like you 
- You’re just so supportive of her 
- Nobody has ever treated her like that 
- So at first she doesn’t really know what to do 
- But then she remembers the night you met 
- And how you were so kind to her 
- Even though she didn’t know who you were 
- And she slowly starts to get used to it
- In return she learns how to be more supportive of others
- Something her friends are incredibly grateful for 
- To the actual supporting/happy bit because I kind of got a bit carried away 
- Whenever she’s sad 
- Whether it be because she’s missing Jason 
- Her mom/other family members have made an unwelcome appearance in her life 
- Someone has been rude to her 
- Or she’s just sad
- You will do literally anything and everything to make her smile 
- Cuddles? Hell yeah! 
- She wants to stay in bed all day? That sounds like an amazing day.
- She wants to watch her favourite film/tv show? Definitely
- ‘where do you keep your dvd’s?’ 
- ‘what century are you living in? you know there is a thing called the internet.’ 
- She wants her favourite food from Pops? You’re already out the door 
- You’ll go for drives around town while she tells you stories of her and Jason 
- Or you’ll let her teach your archery or some other weird hobby she has 
- Plus, you’ll tell her all the stupid jokes you know 
- Usually she laughs more out of pity than humour
- But it still counts 
- ‘sure it does babe’ 
- And if someone has made her angry 
- It doesn’t really take much
- But you’re working on it 
- You are 100% behind her if she wants to ruin their life (in moderation) 
- You go along with whatever crazy plan/scheme she’s though of that week
- She wants to start a business? Where do you sign? This is the best idea ever 
- Steal something from somebody thats wronged her? Where is the best place to buy spy-wear 
- Create a little chaos? You’ve already got three ideas planned out you just need her approval
- Its not just silly things either 
- She decides she wants to go to therapy (everybody in this town needs it, including Pop). You’ll go with her and wait outside of every single session if she wants you to. 
- You usually spend the time googling how to help her (she just thinks you spend the entire time on Instagram) 
- She wants to properly cut off her family (with the exception of Nana Rose and the twins). You 100% support her if thats what she wants
- As your relationship grows, so does your support 
- She’s literally never felt more loved than when she’s with you 
- And you make it a mission to make her feel like this for the rest of her life 
- Spoiler alert...you do
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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate
warnings: strong language, argument, angst, inappropriate behavior, impregnating kink, violence, suggestive
a/n: this is connected to the other wolf!ateez reaction to finding their mate; I hope you like it anon! also I included some action
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k i m h o n g j o o n g
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Hong Joong is a natural leader so he would try to plan and control everything including your daily routine. You know he normally wants you safe and sound but now that you’re in the sixth month and your bumb is becoming bigger he doesn’t really realize that the tasks are just too much for you.
Everyone in the town is super happy that you’re giving them a future leader or maybe a little princess. The pack members always want to talk to you or give you presents which made a normal shopping tour impossible by now. You can feel the pressure they’re inflicting on you and for gods sake just want some last months of peace but that won’t be possible with the alpha’s brilliant plan for you.
Today was also an enormous stressful day as all the grannies of your pack planned out a full five hour ceremony for you and the pup. You knew some things in Hong Joong‘s pack would be different but this made you feel uncomfortable like never before.
„Y/N?“ Hong Joong sees his mate crying in the living room your head held between your hands and sobs leaving you occasionally. „What’s wrong?“ He crouches down in front of you on the ground and takes your shaking hands away to see your glassy orbs and reddened cheeks.
„I- I cannot do this anymore...“
„What?“
„The ceremonies and gifts and talks and meetings and - it‘s just all too much!“
„Are you serious? I didn’t know... I mean the ahjummas told me you are just nervous. It’s traditional for the luna - “
„Joong! I am crying in front of you and pleading for some peace and everything you can think about is the pack and your stupid traditions! I am not nervous I just don’t want to stand naked in front of some old ladies who are telling me how to raise our baby!“
The alpha‘s eyes turn into a rich golden color and you can see that his wolf is coming to the surface at your little outburst. An alpha usually doesn’t take any shit but you’re his luna and you are indeed able to stand your point in front of him (also the naked part seems odd to him, too). Hong Joong sighs and takes your hands into his ones.
„I didn’t know it was so stressful for you and our pup. I just wanted to follow the traditions of my pack and forgot about your feelings and well-being entirely... I am really sorry my beautiful mate.“
The alpha takes you into his arms and gives you a kiss full of love. „From now on you can decide for yourself what you want to do and I will try to become a better mate. Our pack loves you, they will understand.“
„Thank you, Hong Joong“
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p a r k s e o n g h w a
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Park Seong Hwa was a calm and loving mate. He always dreamed of a family with his beloved one and a pup. When the doctor said you were going to get twins he was lost. Your tummy became so big he always feared it would hurt you in some way but you assured him it was fine.
As Seong Hwa had a reputable family background and Y/N not really you slowly became aware of the possessive behavior of his family. Seong Hwa, too, had something slight arrogant to himself but you could handle it. The gatherings at his on the other site turned into a slight inconvenient time for you.
„A boy and a girl! I am so proud of you!“ His aunt said excited.
„Yes, at least one boy.“ Of course, you already expected Seong Hwa‘s parents to want an heir for their prestigious estate but now you feared for your little girl. Growing up in a family where only your son is loved his grandparents was something you wouldn’t want for your daughter.
Your patience was soon at it‘s limit when he and his family continued praising your boy and almost forgetting about the other pup that was in your tummy.
„I am so proud of Y/N! We are going to have the best boy in the world and - “
„Park Seong Hwa, we need to talk.“ You stood up and everyone went silent when you dragged your mate outside into the garden.
„I know you only want to impress you parents but what do you think is our daughter going to feel as soon as she‘s sitting with us at the table if you continue only talking about our son?“
„I - I didn’t consider that.“
„Why can’t you be happy about our babygirl like you’re when we’re alone? I am a girl, too. We’re not any less than boys.“
„Y/N, you know I would never think like that.“
„But your family does. They only see me as the one who gives you heirs.“
„I think it would be better if you go home.“
„Seriously? You know what, I am really going home. Home as in my parents house. You should start realizing that I am the mother and I won‘t allow you and your family to hurt my family in any way!“
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j e o n g y u n h o
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Your and Yun Ho‘s relationship wasn’t easy at all. You being the princess and him one of the rogue leaders made it hard for you to live your romance freely. You often wanted to tell your parents but seeing them fighting the rogues more and more stopped you from your plan. You wanted peace, just like your mate, too.
To end the war between the wolves and rogues meant a mind change and you felt like the moon goddess picked the two of you on purpose. Maybe it was your destiny?
When you met Yun Ho that day to tell him the news about the pup you were having he suddenly changed into his wolf out of excitement and happiness which caused tears out of joy into your eyes.
By now it was inevitable to not tell your parents about your mate. It was the right time and you didn’t tell Yun Ho something about your decision because you trusted the king and the queen.
It was a fatal mistake to believe that - your mother only cried when the king screamed and trashed around and like an insane person he ordered the guards to bring you into a prison and lock you away from the rogue leader until he killed him. What was worse, they planned you to abort the pup and marry you off to another wolf.
Yun Ho soon found out about everything and nearly collapsed at thought of not only you being in danger but their baby, too. He gathered as much pack members as possible and made his way to your estate.
„I am warning you one last time King Y/L/N! You’re going to give me back my mate or I will burn down everything here!“
„Your mate? She’s my daughter and the princess! My blood would never interact with your kind and this scum that is growing inside her is going to die like you!“ That was enough to start the attack leaving Yun Ho taking some of the wolves with him to find you down in the basement.
He once saw you like this before and it nearly breaks his heart only this time it’s worse. You lay on the ground unconscious and beaten when he picks you up and flees out of your kingdom.
„Don’t worry my love. I promise no one’s going to lay a hand on you ever again!“
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„Mh, mine.“ Yeo Sang stood behind you his nose deeply nuzzled into your neck and his arms holding you and your tummy.
„Who?“ You feel him smirk and are sure of it when he raises his head and bites your earlobe a little bit.
„Both.“
Today you were having a big dinner with some of the other alphas and their families again. There was one big long table where everyone sat down and as you and Yeo Sang were mates your families now sit together.
You already had a bad feeling this morning knowing your ex would be there, too, seeing your mate being extremely overprotective since you’re pregnant.
You went to the restroom and when hen you wanted to get back to the others someone stopped you holding your wrist.
„Long time no see. The pregnancy suits you, Y/N.“
„Jong Su.“
You turned around and gave him a shy smile. How everything turned out a few months ago wasn’t in your interest, too. Before you can say anything he nears you and lays his hand on your belly making you slightly uncomfortable.
„That should’ve been mine. This bastard really didn’t wait long to shoot his dna into your dirty little cunt, right?“
„Jong S - “ Suddenly Yeo Sang grabbed the boy‘s hand and smashed it into the wall next to you leaving the boy crying and rolling on to the ground holding his hand.
„You better not touch what’s not yours! I thought I taught you last time?! I swear if I see you in her vicinity one more time I fucking break your neck!“ With that Yeo Sang took your hand carefully and guided you to one of the balconies of the mansion.
„Yeo Sang, I am sorry...“
„Why are you sorry? I love you Y/N and he has no right to talk to you or about you like that!“
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c h o i s a n
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There was nothing better for him than seeing his mate with her little tummy standing in the kitchen and baking the cake for a garden party with their friends. San sneaked up behind you and before you could stop him he already stole a berry from your topping.
„Choi San! Hands off!“ You clapped his hand away and laughed out loud when he took a berries and ran away from you.
„Mooowwwrry.“ You stood behind the couch whereas he was in front of you on the other site smirking at you while he choked down the rest.
You lunged forward and luckily he caught you with open arms causing the two of you to land on the couch. He layed on top of you holding him up with one arm and in the other hand still some berries.
„Be careful my love! You cannot be so wild with our pup inside you!“
„Ah, now you’re acting concerned? What’s with my cake, hm?“
„Sshh... - “ He pops one of the red fruits into your mouth and grins at you. When you were about to shove him off you he held your wrist still and smashed his lips onto yours.
„I love you so much.“
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You could say Min Gi was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation first but fascinated at the same time. You still remember how he asked you how this could happen and you started to explain the intercourse to him leaving the two of you laughing the whole evening.
When he first bought the most ridiculous things like clothes for two genders and 50 packs of diapers he was now doing pretty good. Min Gi calmed down a little bit and started to read books and asked friends for advise. By now you probably didn’t even need to take care about anything because he planned out every detail.
Min Gi and you got closer while exploring the forests in your wolf form. His wolf went crazy everytime he saw your grown stomach - a typical natural instinct of possessiveness. Sometimes he got so excited he nearly climbed you on your trips. He had such a huge wolf so you were afraid that some day he would accidentally crush you.
„Be careful!“
„Ah, I am sorry... I cannot control myself. I think heat‘s coming.“ His wolf let out small whines while he let himself bump on the ground.
„Aish, Min Gi... Please don’t be sad. I didn’t mean it like that and I only think it’s not a very good idea to do it in our wolf forms right now.“
„You mean, human would be ok?“
You cuddled yourself into his side and licked his ears. Suddenly he jumped up and began to heckle like a maniac.
„Then let‘s go home so I can have some fun with you.“
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Although Woo Young was the wolf prince and his daily life was often spent with office work and meetings he was quite childish when being alone with you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not mature enough but he likes to make people happy and is a friend of positivity.
Oh, and you always knew when he got home because of the sentence: „WHERE ARE MY BABIES?“
Woo Young also resembled the perfect father in your eyes - every evening when the two of you sat down on the couch and watched a movie he told you about all his future goals and what he wants to do with your little son when he’s finally there.
He also helped you a lot when your stomach grew bigger and bigger and took care of the house duties when it became too hard for you.
Maybe the sweetest part of the pregnancy was how Woo Young liked to talk with your tummy. He used every chance to lay his ears on it and feel the little kicks of your pup. His eyes grew bigger every time something happened and he looked so fascinated.
After the tough time the two of you had your mate was able to make you trust him and give you the love and family you never had. All the hate was gone and replaced with harmony and safety.
„Y/N?“
„Oh god, no ‚Where are my babies?‘ today?“ You chuckled at him while planting the roses in your garden. When Woo Young didn’t respond you got up and watched him smirking at you mischievously.
„Just you wait. Someday you’re going to say it, too!“
„My prince stop being a nuisance and help a pregnant girl.“ Your mate grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your faces were only centimeters apart.
„You’re not some pregnant girl. You’re my pregnant princess and like I said, we‘re meant for eachother and it shows.“
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„You’re kidding me.“
„No, you can see it here.“
„Yeah, more like I can see nothing.“
Jong Ho was totally overwhelmed with having a girl instead of a strong wolf boy. He didn’t even consider it beforehand and now reality crashes down on him. A girl? He’s pretty much busy with protecting his mate and now he has to protect two females?
At home Jong Ho enters after you leaving the keys on the side table and watches how you clap your hands and jump a little bit.
„Isn’t this great? The baby is healthy for now and it’s going to be a little girl! We can chose names if you want I already have some ide - “
„You’re really happy?“
„Choi Jong Ho, I know that voice you’re using. What’s wrong?“
„Y/N, you know me. I know there are many other boys like me outside and I am afraid of having a daughter! I don’t want her to meet a copy of myself and that sounds very wrong but I hope you know what I mean...“
„Jong Ho... First you’re not that bad - I mean, you were a big playboy before you met me but, the point is, you changed.“
„Yes, after I met you. When is she meeting her mate? She’s going to make mistakes. She will meet some asshole who breaks her heart before he comes.“
„Well, I wouldn’t say that you were pretty nice to me before my birthday but that doesn’t matter anymore. And don’t believe you are the only guy, I had my experiences and they make us stronger. It’s okay, that’s life. Why don’t you use your fear to turn her into a strong and confident girl?“
„You think I am able to?“
„Of course. I believe you can do everything. You made me fall in love with you if that’s not proof enough I don’t know what’s then.“
With that you both start laughing and he whispers a small ‚okay‘ while you give him a peck on his pouting lips.
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istgimamess · 4 years ago
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Reaction: [ S t r a y K i d s ] finding out their s/o is a [ S u p e r n a t u r a l C r e a t u r e ]
"...hi it's the anon from yesterday! so I'm not sure what way you do your reactions but something i haven't seen yet but would like to is a reaction to finding out that either their s/o or friend, whichever you'd prefer, is a supernatural creature (like werewolf, fae, witch, shape shifter, mermaid, demon, angel, anything really) for stray kids!
let me know if I didn't give you info that you need for a reaction or... if there are any problems with my request, I'm kind of shooting blindly since you don't have rules or anything right? so yea, i hope this is fine tho..."
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[ C h a n ] finds out you’re an [ A n g e l ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ C o n c e r n e d ]
^ he’s logical, fair and patient—he’s known for having a logical minds and a fair judgment. He strives for fairness and justice constantly. This makes him a  wonderful mediator. He’ll analyze every situation with his little legal eagle brain and logical mind; with the help of that he can organize all things well and eliminate the irrelevant. So when you finally admit to being an angel, show him your wings, he’ll most like keep quiet. 
^ also, he’s a great listener—he’ll most definitely listen to your side of the story before making any irrational decisions about your relationship. This goes back to his logical, fair and patient way of thinking; he’ll most likely just sit there quietly and let you do the talking, the explaining. ^ he soaks up all the ideas and information around him like a big brainy sponge. He hates conflicts and confrontations and always watches his words while communicating, talking in a way as to not offend you. When he finally does say something, his words will be well thought out, calculated.
^ he always knows a lot more than he lets on, most likely he already knew you were abnormal—a bit different—from the very start of your relationship. And he was just waiting for you to get comfortable enough to admit it to him, to officially let him in on the secret.
^ he’s very understanding. He’s very thoughtful and interprets things that most people miss out on. This will be beneficial to you when you begin to try and explain to him why you kept this a huge secret for such a long time. He’ll see that it, your unwillingness to tell anybody your origin story, has nothing to do with him not being worthy of knowing. He won’t take it personally.
^ he’ll tell you like it is, straight up, because he’s an honest and upfront person. He’ll wait until you’ve finished explaining and when you question him on his thoughts and feelings in the moment, he won’t sugar coat it—which can be both good and bad.
^ but, also, he can smell bullshit from a mile away. If you omit any significant details, or lie in any way, he will catch on almost instantly. And he won’t be happy.
^ he’s loyal to the bone and fiercely protective of you; finding out you’re an angel won’t change that. If anything, he’ll feel even more protective of both you and your secret. ^ he’ll forgive but never forget. Even though he won’t show it on the surface, he’ll be extremely hurt that it took you so long to tell him. Logically he knows it has nothing to do with him, but emotionally it will feel like you just don’t trust him enough. He’ll forgive you for keeping such a monumental secret, but he’ll never forget that feeling. But once he listens to your story, does his own research, his concern for you will outweigh those hurt feelings.
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“So I did some research,” he trailed off, you jerked at the echo of his voice in the otherwise silent room.
“Research? On what?” you gaze over at him, not quite meeting his eyes.
“You. Well, angel’s in general, but mostly you.” his voice is much lower, the silence drags on for a moment too long. It’s suddenly stifling. 
“And?” you breath out, still caught off guard.
“What does Éloa mean?” he questions, taking a step around the bed to face you, get a better look. You narrowed your gaze, heart suddenly in your throat. How did he find that name? Did he know? Was he just testing you? You take a deep breath, eyes dropping down to the carpet beneath his bare feet. You decide to just answer him, literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” He tilts his head, contemplatively. And there is something dangerous in his eyes, something you can’t quite place. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” you pull the blanket closer to you, resisting the sudden urge to spread your wings, stretch them wide and flee.  “Was he a fallen angel?” his eyes are darker now, assessing, he definitely knows. You know he knows. So why wasn’t he saying? “She was, yes.” you hesitate, not wanting to give too much of your past away, but unable to stop yourself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” he was still standing above you, he wouldn’t approach you, hasn’t since the night he caught you in full form.  You meet his gaze. “She fell in love with him.” His eyes narrowed, his face pulled into a grimace. How disgusting must it feel to find out your girlfriend is not only a fallen angel, but also a fallen angel who was once in love with Lucifer. You shrink, your wings drawing in closer to your body. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction, you think, bitterly.. “The only way he knew how.”  He must have been able to see the pain in your eyes because, for a moment, pure concern crossed his features. He shook his head, schooling his expression once again. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name.” you whisper, your voice breaking. And suddenly he wasn’t across the room, standing above you at a distance—he was right in front of you, knee on the bed, arms around your shoulders. “Shhh, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” He reached forward to cup your cheek, the touch surprising you. "Please understand that no matter what you are or what has happened in your past, I am yours. I am devoted to you above all else, including my own life."
You exhaled after holding your breath for what felt like forever, tears spilling over in excess. "That's pretty heavy, Chan." His expression was impassioned, and the backs of his fingers brushed the side of your neck, thumbs wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. "It is a burden I am glad to carry.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
[ C h a n g b i n ] finds out you’re a [ W e r e w o l f ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ C u r i o u s ] ^ he’s kind and protective. He feels responsible and is always willing to help you out when you’re in need. He will go to great lengths to make sure that you feel loved and you’re happy. He will always stand up for the underdog, (no werewolf pun intended.) This is beneficial to you because his compassionate heart will win out over his logical mindset. 
 ^ he’s extremely loyal. If there’s one trait imbedded in him, it is his loyalty. He physically won’t be able to turn his back on you—werewolf or not.
^ he’s also very honest. He tends to be extremely direct and straightforward with you. He gives honest feedback to you when you ask for it. He would never speak a white lie just to avoid conflict, or be deemed reasonable, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him bottling up his true thoughts, opinions and emotions on the subject. 
 ^ that being said, his honesty often comes off as excessive bluntness. Therefore, at first, you might catch some heat in that department. 
^ he, at times, can be very inflexible. When he has committed to something, in this case a way of thinking, he’ll fight tooth and nail to stick to that way of thinking. Regardless of how much proof he has in front of him, it will be difficult to convince him otherwise—especially when he grew up believing that werewolves were myth, not real.
^ once he has a significant amount of proof, though, he’ll be insanely curious on the matter and his crazy sense of humor will resurface.
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“Wait, are you an alpha? An omega? Do you turn when you feel threatened?” his wide eyes, his random questioning—it all catches you off guard.
“I’m considered a dominant amongst my pack. And, yes, I guess I would if I felt threatened.” you nod slowly, holding his gaze. You’re the werewolf here, the freak of nature, but this boy—this human—is the weird one. 
“What’s a dominant? Are they more important than a submissive?” he crawls closer to you, his jeans catching on the carpet beneath you.
“Not necessarily. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting themselves: they can fight, they can kill as readily as any other. They are a treasure in a pack, just as important. A source of purpose and of balance.” you catch yourself quoting your great grandmother, the very first female dominant in your pack, a rare, smart, capable wolf.
“Then why does the dominant wolf exist? If a submissive wolf is just as capable, just as important, why make the distinction?” he interjects, your baffled at his level of curiosity.
“Because even through submissives are just as capable and important, they’re very different. It’s a dominants job to protect those beneath them.” you pause momentarily, watch a multitude of expressions cross his face. “Protecting a submissive is far more rewarding because a submissive will never wait until you are wounded or your back is turned to see if you are truly dominant to them. Submissive wolves can be trusted. And they unite the pack with the goal of keeping them safe and cared for.”
There is a long moment where you just stare at each other, his eyes glazed over, a childlike expression on his face. “So you’re a werewolf trapped in a human body?”
You stifle a laugh, unable to control your facial expression. "Well, yeah, that's kind of the definition."
"No, really. You’re trapped?” his eyes widen slightly, he leans forward, anticipating your answer.
"Oh? Are you trying to ask me the last time I shifted?" you voice, confusion written all over your face.
“Yes.” he nods enthusiastically. You briefly debate telling him about the traffic incident, but ultimately decide against lying.
“On your birthday.” you admit, sheepishly. “There was a lot of traffic and I was running late.” you trail off, suddenly awkward. But then he laughs, big and loud, throwing his head back.
“That’s so cool! I want to be a werewolf. How do I get a werewolf to attack me?" he smiles wide. And you roll your eyes, shake your head in pseudo disappointment. “Stand in the middle of a forest under a full moon with a raw steak tied to your face, holding a sign that says, 'Eat me; I'm stupid'?”
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[ H y u n j i n ] finds out you’re a [ M e r m a i d ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ P r a c t i c e d ]
^ he’s very empathetic with a lively imagination and a friendly disposition. He has a boundless capacity for empathy even with those who he barely sees eye to eye with. This is great for you because, even if he is initially angry that you kept such a secret from him, he’ll still empathize with your situation, your story.
^ he’s more emotional than your average guy. He is intune and prone to the infectious emotion of those around him. If he see tears, he will likely cry. If he can sense hurt in your voice, it will sadden him also. 
^ he will love you unconditionally no matter what or who you are.  ^ he’s selfless and generous. No matter how big the secret, how hurt he is from your omission, he will always be there when you need someone. Because he is so practiced in the idea that he can’t live without you, he will always show up when you need him.
^ that being said, because of his idealistic nature, you can often find him walking alone. He can be overly trusting and it often leaves him feeling betrayed, hurt and vulnerable. He might view your lack of openness, truthfulness, as a betrayal within your relationship. And that might make conversation with him, for a while, very stilted. He’ll seem impassive at first, but he will eventually warm back up to you.
^ he’s not one to give up easily. He puts in the work to get what he wants in life and he won’t let it slide away without a fight. He won’t let you go over something like this, not after he’s just got you.
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There, with bare feet and drenched hair, you were crouched like a child. Upon hearing him approach, you looked up, peered into his dark, hesitant eyes. You wore only an enormous men’s sweater, his sweater—with no extravagant pattern or color, the sweater was a dull beige. Your knees were pulled up inside of it, thin pale ankles peeking out from underneath. The wool sweater alone was dry, as the rest of your head, hands, and feet were as wet as if you’d just been pulled from drowning. Tiny rivers flowed off your hair and pooled on the wool sweater, leaving it dark in splotches. Water droplets glistened on your skin, not running off, as though they couldn’t quite bear to leave you. His eyes held yours in a way his hands did not. His empathetic gaze schooled, his expression practiced, controlled.
“So...a mermaid?” you twist your head the other direction, his voice breaking your concentration momentarily. At this he took a sudden step forward, as if compelled. He had caught a glimpse of pink gills under your chin, his busy eyes dancing along your neck with a new found curiosity. You became overwhelmingly self conscious, tucking your chin, keeping your neck hidden from his view. It had always taken your gills longer to disappear than your tail. 
“My mother told me stories of mermaids. She said they sometimes sing to humans to lure them underwater.” his voice trailed off, momentarily. “But you have a horrible voice.” your gaze snaps up, catching the mischievous look in his eye, his grin.
His teasing catches you off guard, you fumble with your words, “Yeah, well...I've been practicing. Want to hear?” you glare at him, halfheartedly.
He lets out a soft laugh, “I'm always happy when I'm surrounded by water, I think I'm a Mermaid too...or at least, I was a mermaid in a past life.” he crouches down, he’s much closer to you now.
“Are you in pain?” you choke out, the idea of him hurting, in any way, unbearable to you. You don’t know why you asked that, he’s obviously just joking—keeping a steady conversation with you, trying to keep you calm.
“Pain? Why would I be in—” he trails off, eyes snapping in your direction. “Wait, are you in pain?” the absolute, genuine concern in his voice has you pulling up short. Your breathing shallow.
“Mermaids hurt when we’re in human form.” you admit, quietly, eyes glued to the rocks on the horizon.
“But...but you never look like you’re in pain, you’re always smiling, always so...graceful—” he cuts himself off abruptly, eyes narrowed. It’s as if he’s angry at himself for not catching on to your discomfort much sooner. “What does it feel like?”
“When your tail divides and shrinks until it becomes legs, it’s very painful. It feels as if a sharp sword is slashing through you. Everyone who sees a mermaid on legs will say that they are the most graceful human being they’ve ever laid eyes on—” you remember, vividly, all the times you were complemented for your gliding movement; not even a seasoned dancer is able to tread as lightly as you. “But every step you take feels as if you are treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow.”
There is silence, the ocean waves brushing against the sand, caressing the shore—it’s the only noise you hear for a moment. 
“Then shall I take you home and put you in the bathtub?” his unsystematic question is enough to pull you out of your thoughts completely, his brand of humor easily calming you in your panicked state. You’re suddenly very thankful.
“How do you always know just what to say?" you ask, a smile on your lips. His laugh rumbles through you as he puts his arm around your damp shoulders. "Practice, I guess."
You pull back and give him a quizzical look.
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[ J i s u n g ] finds out you’re a [ D e m o n ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ B e w i l d e r e d ]
^ he’s very intelligent and he’s always ready to expand his knowledge reserves. He usually has a systematic approach to life, he always ensures that he doesn’t miss any loophole behind. So when he finds out about you being a demon, he’s both bewildered and inquisitive.
^ he’s usually very calm and collected on the surface. But underneath he has a great intensity that demands he bring order to his world. He struggles with the need to rearrange his frantic interior beneath the calm exterior until everything is perfect. This might make him seem more freaked out, frightened, than he actually is.
^ he is highly patient with you and always tries to find the good in everything around him. So in reality, even though he initially seems frazzled at your confession, he will actually give you enough time to fix up your act—explain yourself—when need be.
^ he can, at times, be very judgmental. He tends to appraise and judge people based on one particular viewpoint in that person’s life—especially if he doesn’t know that person well enough. That being said, your relationship is solid enough to outlast his initial judgment.
^ he can also be very fussy, as sometimes he gets lost in the details. His strong likes and dislikes make him quite finicky at first. And he’ll definitely feel some type of way that you kept him in the dark for so long.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All the demons of Hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. As each subsequent civilization became a dominant power, among its first acts was to depose and demonize whoever the previous culture had worshipped. The Jews attacked Belial, the god of the Babylonians. The Christians banished Pan and Loki, the respective deities of the ancient Greeks and Celts. The Anglican British banned belief in the Australian aboriginal spirits known as the Mimi. Satan is depicted with cloven hooves because Pan had them, and he carries a pitchfork based on the trident carried by Neptune. As each deity was deposed, it was relegated to Hell. For gods so long accustomed to receiving tribute and loving attention, of course this status shift put them into a foul mood.
And when Hell, itself, was in a foul mood, demons—specifically the ones planted here on earth—got the brunt of it. So to say you were in a bad mood would be an understatement. In hindsight, it might not have been the best decision on your part to agree to speak with Jisung about your origins in that moment.
“It’s not fair.” his voice wavers, the emotional confrontation taking a toll on him.
“What, that I’m a demon or that you managed to date me?” you bit out, tersely. “Don’t.” his voice was abruptly dark. 
“No, you’re right, it’s not fair—but what makes earth feel like Hell is your expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. Good is rarely good and bad is always bad. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. It won’t help the situation for you to get all upset.” you snap back at him, voice just as dark.
‘‘What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me now?” his eyes narrow.
“How miserably hypocritical,” you respond with a growl. “You think it’s such a burden for you to be tricked into dating the devils servant? What about the burden of me being me?” your voice is much lower now, your practically spitting venom in his direction. “No sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay.”
“I didn’t want this.” his dark eyes, his bewildered gaze reflecting a huge amount of regret.
“Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It’s no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his—or her—coy letters. We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. That’s what I did, I pursued you, I desired you. Anything beyond that is your fault.” you turn, ready to flee out the door, the overwhelming urge to hurt something, someone, frightening you.
“My fault!? Is it my fault that I want you? That I want that feeling of standing with you against all odds and succeeding? That I want it so bad, I’d risk destroying everything I’ve worked for?” he spits at your back, crossing the room in a long stride to block your path to the door. “Is that my fault? I should walk away. But all I want to do is follow you, out that door, down the street, all the way back to hell.” his fists are clenched, his face red, you’ve never seen him so frustrated—with you or himself. “What the hell am I doing, falling in love with a demon?”  His sudden confession almost knocks you from your feet. Anger and confusion painting his face.
“You love me?” you whisper in a fit of shock.
“Yes.” he whispers right back, voice matching yours, as if his own confession shocked him as well.
“Enough to follow me all the way to hell?” you’re baffled.
“Well, according to Google, 98.3 percent of lawyers end up in Hell. That's in contrast to the 23 percent of farmers who are eternally damned. Some 45 percent of retail business owners are Hellbound, and 85 percent of computer software writers.” he hums to himself, pausing in thought. “Perhaps a trace number of musicians ascend to Heaven, but statistically speaking, 100 percent of them are cast into the fiery pit. As are essentially 100 percent of journalists and redheads.” he finishes with a satisfied nod. “Readheads?” you cock your eyebrow, completely thrown by the turn of conversation.
“What? I told you! I googled it.” he smiles, oddly proud of himself.
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[ F e l i x ] finds out you’re a [ V a m p i r e ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ P l a y f u l ]
^ like Jisung, he’s appears very calm and collected on the surface; he will struggle with his external facade and his internal need demanding order. This might make him seem very impassive in the moment, as he tends to shut down when confronted with mixed and conflicting emotions.
^ he has an analytical mind that can see things in black and white. He is capable of finding solutions to tough problems, always. He has a keen attention to detail, and likes to absorb everything before making a decision. So he will probably, like Chan, be very quiet and expressionless during your confession.
^ he has a very clever mind. And he will go through all possible elements of thinking before making any decision—so you won’t have to worry about fear, disgust or uncertainty driving him to make an impulsive decision about your relationship.
^ he’s very honest with you, he will always tell you exactly how he feel about you—to your face. He doesn’t like to sugar coat his words. For him, honesty is the best policy, even if the truth hurts. So when he does settle his mind, his inner conflict, enough to respond to you articulately—you might experience some unintentional savagery, but it most definitely will not last for long.
^ he’s pretty old school, a bit conservative and old fashioned. He’s not really into modern changes and prefers things in their old traditional ways. This is beneficial to you, in the given situation, because you are much much older than you seem. Your aura brings that old fashioned feel, and he will still appreciate that—even after realizing why.
^ once he wraps his head around the concept, around the idea of you being a vampire and living off of blood, he’ll be extremely playful. He’ll love to tease you, and honestly, he’s the type to be into a little blood play.
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“Yeah, I get it, you're a vampire," he said. "Creepy. And okay, a little hot, I admit." 
"You don't mean that." you gape in his direction.  "Come on. I still like you, you know, even if you... crave plasma." You blink once, twice, and it’s as if you’ve never seen him before. “You what?"
"Like. You." Felix enunciated slowly, as if you might not know the words. "Idiot. I always have. What, you didn't know? We’re literally dating." he sounded cool and grown-up about it, but you saw the hectic color in his cheeks, under the moonlight.
"How clueless are you? Does it come with the fangs?" he sniffs, eyes darting around him, never really settling on you.
"I guess I...I just thought.... I don’t know. I just didn't think...You're kind of intimidating, you know." you finally admit. "I'm intimidating? Me? You’re the vampire here!” he spluttered out. "You're the one who's intimidating. I mean, come on. All that power, and you look... Well, you know how you look." 
"How do I look?" you were fascinated now, you moved a little closer to him on the couch. He laughed nervously. "Oh come on. You're a total model-babe." 
"You're kidding." you deadpan, completely caught off guard.
"You don't think you are?" he shot back at you, side eyeing your expression. You shook you head."Then you're kind of an idiot. Smart, but an idiot." he crossed his arms, momentarily lost in though. “So? What exactly do you think about me, except that I’m intimidating?” he questioned after a moment of silence.
“I think you’re…you’re…ah, interesting?” your the one tripping over your words now. If you were capable of blushing, you’d be beet red. “I think you’re kind of beautiful...for a human. And really, really strange.” You look away, keeping your eyes on the opposite wall.
“Beautiful? But I’m a boy.” he whines.
“Boys can be beautiful too, it’s not subjective to one gender. Besides, beauty is a state of being—it’s inside—not just physical attractiveness.” you reprimand him for his narrow mindedness.
He smiled and looked down, the color in his face deepened. “Thanks for that,” he murmured, “I thought you only considered me to be bratty.”
“Well, to be fair, you are bratty.” you smile, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey!” he gasps, affronted.
“What? You can be bratty and beautiful,” you shot back, repeating yourself once more. “I think it’s interesting.”  There was a beat of silence, “So, your not scared of me? You don’t hate me?” you whispered into the dark room. Before he could even open his mouth to reply, you continue, “I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those would hold a candle to the pain I’d feel if you hated me, if you were scared.”
His dark eyes find you in the light of the moon, his hand reaching out to intertwine with your. He opens his mouth, closes it and opens it once more—as if trying to articulate his feelings properly, as if trying to find the words. “That's pretty hot," his deep voice carries in the otherwise quiet room.
"What? Me being staked?" you admonished, unprepared for the turn of conversation.
"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction, his voice playful, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Throwing your head back, you squeezed his hand, “I'm sure you are.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
[ J e o n g i n ] finds out you’re a [ N y m p h ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ D e l i g h t e d ]
^ he’s incredibly open-minded and tends to think and do things differently than others. He thinks for himself and likes to keep an open mind about all things. He’s not the type to judge a book by its cover. So you won’t need to worry about any judgment being thrown your way.
^ he’s a true free spirit, meaning any attempts to keep him from being who he really is will make him turn away. This is great, because he has learned to treat others as he wishes to be treated; he won’t ask you to suppress who you are, or change in any way, for the fear that you might do the same to him.
^ he’ll most likely need some space and freedom to work through his thoughts on your unusual upbringing. However, he will be very vocal about exactly why he needs space, as to avoid any miscommunication. He would never up and leave you for being open and honest with him and he wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.
^ like Jisung, he is also quite the intellectual. He can amaze anyone with his original ideas; this is great because, right off the bat, he will be so overwhelmed with curiosity, overflowing with questions, he won’t have the time to be upset with you.
^ sure, he’s a bit of an intellectual rebel and he will loudly defend his opinions, but he’s also willing and open to learning. Ultimately, telling him you’re a forest nymph will be like telling him you had grapefruit for breakfast. He has a great power to form and understand abstract concepts and conform and adapt to new information like he’s known it his whole life—like it’s no big deal.
^ he’ll be delighted with your honesty, insanely curious and extremely playful.
^ he’s also very stubborn at times. It is often hard to change his mind about something once it is set for. But you’re close enough to actually succeed in this area, an area which others have failed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You wake up sudden—a chill crawling down your spine—in a puddle of cool sunlight. Your hands asleep beside you, your hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. Frost grows on the window glass, forming whirlpool patterns of lovely translucent geometry, and you stare up, momentarily forgetting where you are. Sitting up slowly, you lean forward and breath on the glass, giving the frost more ammunition. Now the winter nymphs can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see them moving in, ready to do their seasonal damage to your lovely forest, to your home.  That’s when you hear it, a shift in the cool grass. And suddenly he’s right there, crouched down beside you. He rocks forward, and hisses in an attempt to scare you out of your thoughts. But you knew he was there the entire time, you could sense his presence. He could never truly sneak up on you in the forest, not with the many trees and plants and animals—the many eyes and ears.
You turn to him, with a bored expression, “Really? That’s all you got?”
You stretch your wings, hear their crackle, as a show of complete content.
“Not fair! How did you know? I was really quiet this time!” he pouts, whining about how unfair it is. “Also, why are you out here? It’s kind of cold.” he finally sits down, pulling his knees up to his chest.
You shrug your shoulders, resisting the urge to smile. There’s a pause, a beat of silence, where you both gaze up at the outer side of the house; the windows covered in frost catching your attention, yet again. And then you feel his gaze on you.
“It’s nice.” he whispers and you turn your head to face him, confused.
“That you exist.” he smiles at you and you feel your heart drop.
“I think humans don’t want merely to see beauty...we want something else which can hardly be put into words—” he cuts himself off, momentarily, watching your face carefully. “We want to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it. I think that’s why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.” he trails off again, and you’re left speechless. His dark eyes catching on the curves and lines of your face.  And then the moment is broken, he looks away, back up at the frost bitten windowsill. But your heart still thumps in your throat. “And this is nice," he begins with a sigh. "Like...one of those paintings where a nymph or Athena is drawing the gods and goddesses." your eyes follow his gaze back up to the windowsill, you see that he’s referring to the intricate designs hidden within the frost. Winter nymphs have a tendency to hide such patterns, such art, in their work.
You hum in agreement. “And here I was thinking you were an utterly uneducated human," you said teasingly.
"I am a student," he responded with hauteur. "I am classically educated.”
"Plus, nymphs are pretty," he adds, in after thought.
You laugh. "I could stare at them all day," he continued. His tone was carefully neutral, but his eyes never left yours. And you found you couldn’t look back, and not blush. He reached over, delicately pulling you into his side—it was only then that you realized how closely he held you, and how the gentle incline of the hill brought you almost eye to eye with him.
One side of his mouth twitched. "Your cheeks are like cherries." he chortled, delighted.
You tucked your chin into the wool of his coat. "It's cold," you said, defensively. He shook his head. "I am not complaining. I think they're rather charming. They make you look like a winter nymph.”
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[ S e u n g m i n ] finds out you’re a [ W i t c h ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ R e l u c t a n t ]
^ he’s highly reliable, it’s in his blood to keep up with commitments. People often completely rely on him to complete complicated tasks with efficiency and perfection as he is naturally very rational. It’s that rational side of his mind that will force him to listen to your explanation to the end.
^ he would never, consciously, let you down; he consistently gives his best to meet your expectations. He’s the first to answer your call and the last to leave a situation when you’re in need. This will be beneficial to you as he will be compelled to stop, listen and hear you out.
^ like Felix, he is extremely analytical. He will think everything through—weighing the options, good and bad—before making a decision about your relationship.
^ at first he’ll be quite reluctant, hesitant and unwilling to budge in his prejudice. It’s something he can’t help, growing up believing witches are evil, dark, dangerous and manipulative. But deep down he knows you, and this will be all he needs to encourage understanding and acceptance.
^ he’s a problem solver. He likes to tackle problems of close ones and the people around him. At first it might seem like he’s trying to control the situation, but you will soon realize that he is only analyzing your situation to find ways of helping you improve your life.
^ he can be critical at times, overly demanding. It’s because he already has a clear picture in his mind about how things should be done. But he’s also open to change, and once he comes to terms with your witchy ways, he will become the most supportive boyfriend you could ask for.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So tell me about it,” he interjected, pulling you away from your inner dialogue. 
“What?” you look up from your study table, eyes meeting his across the room.
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Do you practice Black Magic? Have you ever put me under a spell?” his face is blank, expressionless, but his voice gives away his anger and confusion.
“There is no such thing as White Magic or Black Magic.” you turn you head away from him, unable to accept him being so cold and cruel to you. “If you are participating in magic, you are interfering with the natural order of how life would have developed without your hand in it. You are manipulating reality to suit your own personal needs. Regardless of whether you perceive it as "positive" or "white light", you are manipulating life. And just like life, it’s not black and white, all good or all bad.” you trail off, your stomach in knots. It’s best to be truthful, you know this, but it hurts you to think that something like this could damage you relationship. Or worse, end it. You feel the telltale signs of tears forming in your eyes, the heat almost unbearable.
“And no, I’ve never—I would never use it on you.” there is a brief silence and despite him approaching you, stepping much closer, you resolutely keep your eyes lowered. 
“Can you tell me about them?” his voice was much softer now, much too close. You look up into his eyes and realize he’s referring to the plants on your bed side table. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, slowly stand up from the chair and turn towards your bed.
“These are tropical palms. They bring strong solar energy into your home that break up stale energy, and keep your home safe from nasty spiritual entities.” you trail off, carefully watching his expression. “This right here is African violet, and it’s associated with love and magic. But I use it because it’s vibrant purple flowers pull lunar energy into your home. Lunar energy is most important to those in my coven.” you whisper, the vivid memory of your grandmother and aunt surrounding themselves, filling their homes, with African violets almost brings tears to your eyes. “Aloe is associated with the water element because the gel inside the leaves. They’re cooling and healing.” you continue on, pulling yourself out of your reminiscing. 
Finally you turn to the last plant, your moms personal favorite. “The clusters of star shaped flowers that grow on the long tendrils of the hoya, also called a wax plant, produce truly intoxicating nectar whose aroma fills the whole house. It also bestows blessings on anyone who smells it.”  You wait for him to say something, still avoiding his unnerving stare, unsure you want to even see his reaction.
“This stuff? These plants? They really mean a lot to you, don’t they?” his voice is barely there, a whisper, but his words still have the same affect. You blink, once, twice, and the tears you were so set on holding back, fall.
Suddenly he’s there, pulling you closer to him, guiding your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. His warm embrace is enough to comfort you by itself but he still whispers to you, “It’s okay, it’ll be okay. I’m not mad. I won’t leave you. It’s okay.”  And, for once, you truly believe it.
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[ M i n h o ] finds out you’re a [ S h a p e s h i f t e r ]
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His initial reaction:                                                       [ E n t h r a l l e d ]
^ he’s focused and competitive. When he wants something he just goes for it. Also, when he sets his sight on something (you) he allows very few things to get in his way and does anything to achieve his goal (to be with you.) This focus, this competitive nature, will keep him present and attentive during your confession. 
^ he’s also extremely brave and daring. He isn’t afraid of challenges in life, so what appears to be a crazy risk to more conservative people is just a normal day for the brave-hearted Minho. Because of this, he won’t be afraid. When you tell him, show him, what you really are—he’ll be more enthralled than fearful or confused.
^ one of the great things about Minho is his loyalty to you. He values trust and honesty making him a fiercely loyal boyfriend, and he expects you to be the same way. That being said, he most likely will be upset that you felt the need to keep such a secret. But he will quickly get over it, dismiss those feelings, once he realizes just how honest you’re being with him in the present. ^ he respects you and treats you with amazing loyalty, generosity and kindness. Him finding out you’re a shapeshifter definitely will not change that.
^ however, it most likely will take him a hot second to be content within your relationship dynamic again, as a part of him perceived your lack of truthfulness as disloyalty. There's a pretty good chance that your actions will cause some big-time resentment to him, at least for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “It’s okay, I mean if you want to, if you need to—” he trails off, his eyes sympathetic. “I’m okay with it.” 
You look at him ready to cry again. Not out of pain. Not out of need. But because his words rub that part of your soul that suffers, that wants to be explored like a virgin land that has remained intact for centuries and craves to be occupied, appreciated and transformed. So you let yourself go.
You groan as your limbs lessen into shorter proportions and your neck stretches. Auburn-coloured fur emerged upon your fevered skin, and the sounds of your bones cracking, shifting in an echo around the cold mountain side. Your snout elongates and your teeth sharpen.
You were panting and, with one last shudder, your body slides from human to fox in a crack. Minho stood there, face drawn up in a twisted expression full of empathetic pain, watching the frost dissipate on your hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. In this form, the world was sharp and clear, he was sharp and clear. You never realized how many different colors of shadow there were, how the angles of his face cast such an array of shade. It made you savor the dark beauty of the cold evening even more.
Minutes passed by—him staring at you, and you staring at him—both of you almost caught in a trance. When a little blue butterfly fluttered up to you, and landed on your snout. You blinked at it and it fluttered to your ear; it was winter, cold and lifeless on the mountain side, why were there suddenly butterflies? A big yellow butterfly gently floats over and lands on your paw, and as if reading your mind, Minho cocks his head to the right, “Well, that’s different.” 
Soon a whole swarm of them float up and down around you, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened once before, in your backyard, when you shifted on a late afternoon.
Your magic must be strong enough, in that moment, to attract them—despite the weather and location. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason you made them feel safe and they gravitated to you like iron shavings to a magnet. Minho let out a quiet giggle as a bigger butterfly landed on your forehead and you shook it off, affronted. Resisting the urge to fight the assault, you took a step back. They ruined your ferocious badass image, but you’d have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.
Now if a baby deer frolicked out from between the mountains and tried to cuddle up, you would yip. You wouldn’t bite it, but you would most definitely yip, maybe even growl. You had your limits. Minho slowly approached you and reached out, his fingers hesitant. You tilted your head down, letting him touch your ears. His hand trembled slightly as he caressed the fluffy protrusion. You knew they were warmer than he thought they’d be, a living extension of the human inside. He petted your pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of your muscles bunching and moving underneath. Finishing off with your tale, he ran his fingers through it, slowly, thoroughly.
Sitting back, he winked down at you. "You probably get this a lot, but…I like your backside.” he laughed at your annoyed yip. “What? It’s so fluffy.” You stretch back into human form, the change much easier in reverse, and look up at him from the ground. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you?” you roll your eyes, with a smile.
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To the beautiful anon who requested a supernatural s/o reaction [Stray Kids,] I hope you like it!!! 😅😅 It was superrrr fun to do, so thank you for the request, loveee! 🥰
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cobaltusami · 3 years ago
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Tropical Vacation pt 8
Well, this isn't the fic I was planning to release next, but oh well-- I was feeling It.
Hey hi hello dolls! It's been a long ass time since I've updated this series, and unfortunately there aren't many tickles in this part, but there Is a ton of fluff! either the next part or the part after will be chock full of tickles! (Or both)
I hope It's alright!
Characters In this part: All of DR1 girls excluding Junko and Mukuro, All of the DR2 girls. Lee!Chihiro
Word count: 3429
All previous parts, as well as my other fics, can be found here!: Masterlist
Hina kicked at the sand absentmindedly as she gazed longingly out at the water. “Man, I really missed seeing the ocean but…” She crossed her arms and made a face. “What good Is it If I can’t swim in it!? I’m like a fish, If I don’t swim In water I’ll die!!”
Sakura smiled amusedly at her best friend. She can be so dramatic sometimes… “Hina, they said It was safe to swim In…”
“Yeah but Monokuma didn’t give me any of my swimsuits…” She mumbled dejectedly, kicking a rock into the water.
Yeah, they didn’t exactly get the chance to pack their stuff or even ask Monokuma for specific things from their rooms. Aside from the morning announcements he hasn’t even shown up-- not that anyone besides Byakuya was complaining.
“Ugh!! That’s It!” Hina ripped off her red jacket and tossed it to Sakura. “Hold my jacket, I’m going In!”
The Martial artist fumbled the piece of clothing, caught off guard by the swimmers sudden outburst. She quickly grabbed the brunette’s arm to stop her. “W-Wait! Instead of doing that… Why don’t we just go find the store and see If it carries swimsuits?” She suggested.
As usual Sakura was the voice of reason amongst the chaotic gays.
Hina paused, thinking it over. “Okay… That sounds good In theory, But what if they don’t carry them?”
“Then I’m sure they’ll carry donuts… we’ll get some to cheer you up then ask Usami if she knows where the swimsuits are.”
Aoi giggled as she took her jacket back from the tall girl and tied it around her waist. “I like the way you think!” She grinned. “Let’s go!”
“Alright, Let’s just ask Nekomaru where the store Is.”
They both looked to Neko, who had stuck around to keep an eye on Mondo.
“No need! I can show you where it is if you want.” Mahiru volunteered, suddenly behind the two.
Hina squeaked as they both quickly turned to face the Photographer.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you both.” The red head apologized with a sympathetic smile.
“Geez Mahiru!” Hina giggled, placing her hand over her still racing heart. “You got me good!”
“Are you sure? We don’t want to trouble you.”
Mahiru nodded with a smile. “I’m sure. Actually, I was coming to find you two. Apparently Usami has something to tell us girls...”
The two tensed. It’s not a motive, Is it?
“What do you think It is?” Hina asked as she started walking with Sakura and Mahiru.
“I’m honestly not sure. Normally she gathers all of us, not just the girls.” Mahiru responded.
As they crossed over the bridge to the second island, the girls of both classes came into view. Even Toko, surprisingly.
“Hey Toko!” Hina waved her hand at the writer. “Glad to see you out of your room!” she smiled as she turned to face her.
“W-Where Ha-Have you two b-b-been?!”
“We were checking out the beach.” Aoi answered. “Sorry, did we worry you?”
“D-Don’t b-be ridiculous! Why w-w-would I worry a-about you m-m-meatheads?!” she blushed.
Hina smiled and wrapped her arms around the awkward girl’s shoulders in a hug. “Aww, You WERE worried about us!”
“S-Shut up!” Toko blushed even more, batting the brunette away.
Soon enough, Usami appeared out of nowhere. Much like they were used to Monokuma doing. “Love love! Hello everyone!” She greeted the group cheerfully. “I hope you are all getting along okay!”
“We’re doing fine, Usami.” Chiaki smiled, patting Chihiro on the shoulder. She had brought them along and wanted to include them In on whatever Usami had planned.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Usami replied. “As some of you may know, I no longer have my magic stick…”
“Magic stick?” Sakura repeated quietly, confused.
“It’s a long story.” Mahiru whispered back.
“But It appears that Monokuma must have one of his own. Because there’s some new buildings on this island!” Usami explained, surprised. “One of such buildings, Is a women’s clothing boutique. Which is why I asked you all here.”
Sonia’s face brightened. “Really?? Wow! That Is wonderful!”
“I thought I should tell you all first before I told the boys.” Usami giggled. “I thought It might be a nice chance to bond with the other class’s girls.”
“And enby.” Chiaki and Mahiru both said at the same time. Chihiro smiled at the two girls In response.
“Right! I’m sorry, I’ll remember that for next time!” Usami apologized. “Anyway! There’s also a spa on the Island! So enjoy yourselves!”
She disappeared from sight, leaving the group to talk amongst themselves.
“This has to be a trick of some kind.” Kyoko said thoughtfully. “A motive, Maybe?”
“Yeah, I am not trusting It either.” Peko agreed.
“It’s gotta be a motive, It’s been too peaceful!” Hina chimed in.
“What If Monokuma put ‘Saw’ movie level traps in the clothing?” Ibuki theorized. “And the moment we put on the clothes-- SQUISH! BLEH! Off with our heads!”
Mahiru cringed at the gory sounds Ibuki tried to make, sighing softly. “I doubt he would have time to do that. But It’s definitely suspicious…”
“And why only things for girls?” Akane thought aloud. “It seems like a trap.”
“I think we should check It out regardless.” Celeste smiled. “I think a spa trip sounds lovely, perhaps even worth the risk.”
“I GOT IT!” Hina yelled in realization, all attention now on her. “WHAT IF MONOKUMA PUT SHARKS IN THE SPA?!”
“This again…? H-Hina I doubt there Is enough water for sharks in the spa.” Sakura sighed. She loved this girl, but sometimes she could be a bit… out there.
“She might actually be onto something.” Kyoko surprisingly agreed with her wild theory after a moment of thinking.
“H-H-How wo-would that e-even be possible?” Toko stammered in disbelief.
“Maybe not specifically sharks, but that would be the least suspecting place to put something dangerous.” The detective calmly theorized. “It may be too dangerous to check out without more muscle power.”
“Why do we need more muscle power? Sakura, Peko an’ I can handle it!” Akane grinned.
“No offense to you three, but there is strength in numbers.” Kyoko responded, to which Sakura and Peko nodded in agreement. “But there are less places to hide dangerous traps In a boutique, So I think we should be okay to check that out.”
“And then we get the boys to go with us to the spa?” Peko asked for clarification.
“Yes. I think that would be wise.”
So with the group in agreement (except for Toko, who immediately went back to her room), the girls and enby headed to the boutique to investigate.
After some time looking around for clues or traps, they were shocked to find it was literally just a normal clothing store… or so It seemed.
“That’s strange.” Kyoko said, surprised as she inspected a piece of clothing.
“What? Did you find something?” Chiaki asked, yawning as she approached the detective.
“It’s… just clothes.”
“You mean, These are actually safe?” Sayaka asked curiously, poking her head around the corner to look at the two girls.
“It appears so… I’d still check before you try anything on but--”
She was already back around the corner with Ibuki. “Oh my gosh, Ibuki! With some leggings this would look so cute on you!”
Sonia giggled. “I agree!”
Ibuki looked at the frilly mini dress held up against her body in pure disgust. “Eugh! Ibuki doesn’t do this style anymore, It makes Ibuki feel restricted.”
“Okay, maybe not this dress then…” Sayaka put it back and looked around for another one. “We should match for our concert though.”
While the three looked through the costume dresses, Chihiro was on the other side of the store looking at all the cute casual dresses. They felt a little self conscious looking at them.
“Hi, Chihiro.” Mahiru greeted, approaching the small programmer with her girlfriend in tow. “Are you alright?”
Chihiro jumped in surprise, immediately letting go of the dress they were looking at. “O-Oh! Hi Mahiru… Hiyoko.” They greeted the two girls shyly.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” Mahiru apologized with a small smile. “I was just coming over to look for a new sun dress.”
Chihiro nodded, absentmindedly going back to looking at the dress they found as Mahiru began shuffling the articles of clothing on the rack.
The red head stole a few glances over at Chihiro, noticing their hesitancy. “Are you okay?”
Hiyoko tilted her head curiously as she too looked up from the dresses.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine! S-Sorry… am I distracting you?”
The two ultimates exchanged glances before looking back at the small enby. “Of course not… I’m just concerned about you.”
“O-Oh… there’s no reason to be concerned, I’m okay… really.” Chihiro put on the best smile they could, but Mahiru, who constantly photographed smiling people, immediately knew it was forced.
Hiyoko’s eyes scanned the clothing rack in front of Chihiro until she noticed a disturbed article of clothing, she walked over and plucked it from the rack. “This Is a cute dress.” She commented, drawing both Mahiru and Chihiro’s attention.
Hiyoko looked at the Programmer and smiled. “You should try It on.”
Mahiru had to do a double take, had someone replaced her fiery imp of a girlfriend with someone sweet???
Chihiro blushed brightly. “Um… I-I could never pull that off…”
“Sure you could.” Mahiru smiled, following Hiyoko’s lead.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Chihiro!” Sonia bounced over brightly. “You would look adorable in that!”
“Maybe If we found a sweater to go with it you’d feel better.” Chiaki smiled.
“Ooh! And some accessories!” Sayaka joined in.
Chihiro had a bad feeling about this…
“R-Really girls, I-Its okay! I was heading over to look at skirts anyways!” They tried backing away, but the girls weren’t letting them off the hook that easily.
Meanwhile, Hina found the swimsuits much to her excitement. They were pretty cute too! Some of them were plain, others had skirts to them, pretty patterns, bikinis, one pieces… you name it, they had it.
Hina picked up a red tropical flower patterned bikini with a skirt. “Check this out Sakura, It’s so cute! And It’s my size!” she squealed happily.
The martial artist stopped what she was doing and looked over at her best friend with an amused smile. “It looks nice.”
After another moment of searching she produced a similar bikini and showed It to Sakura again.
“That kind of looks like the last one.”
“Mhm! Except It’s white with red and pink flowers! What do you think?”
“It’s… pretty?”
“Good, Because It’s your size.” Hina grinned impishly.
Sakura paused. “Hina… I don’t do bikinis.”
“Why not?”
Sakura immediately got flashbacks. She recalled when she had first started gaining muscle and went to the beach with her friends, she had gotten stared at and made fun of. She was made so uncomfortable that she just went home.
“...Reasons.”
Hina pouted. She knew that was code for something serious. “Fine, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable… I’ll keep looking.”
“Thank you for respecting my--”
They were interrupted by Chihiro shrieking, they looked at each other in alarm and bolted in the direction of the sound. Upon rounding the corner they found Chihiro wrapped up in Sayaka’s arms while Chiaki and Mahiru tickled them.
Sakura sighed in relief upon seeing it was just something harmless.
Hina grinned. “You good Chihiro?” She couldn’t help but tease them.
“Hehehehelp mehehe!” They squealed as Chiaki squeezed their sides.
“Why are you all ganging up on Chihiro?” Sakura asked, feeling some pity for the smol programming bean.
“Why not?” Hina retorted. “Chihiro’s too cute not to tickle!”
“Hinahaha you’re not hehehelping!” They blushed even more.
“Oh sorry~ I’ll help you now.” Hina smiled innocently, approaching the trapped enby. The swimmer fluttered her fingers against their belly, drawing even more squeals of laughter. “There, do you feel helped now?” she giggled.
“Hahahahahaha! That’s nohohohot whahahat I meheheheant!” They whined.
“Chihiro started crying because they did not feel they could pull off this dress.” Sonia explained gently, holding the dress up. “So the others are trying to cheer them up.”
Sakura frowned. She understood where Chihiro was coming from, but literally Chihiro would look so fucking cute in that dress. It was a white ruffle sundress with a light yellow ribbon sash.
It was bewildering that Chihiro didn’t think they could pull it off…
Sakura scanned around until her eyes fell on a light yellow sweater with short sleeves, she picked it up and walked back over to the giggling programmer.
The girls stopped tickling and looked at the piece of clothing in the tall girl's hands. Chihiro slid to the floor in a heap of lingering giggles and soft gasps.
The white haired girl sat down next to them. “Chihiro, I understand how you feel. You feel like everyone Is going to be staring at you and judging you.”
They nodded meekly, staring at the floor.
“And maybe people have done that to you before…” She paused as Chihiro nodded again. “But you’re among your friends here, and we aren’t judging you In the slightest.”
“Yeah, Sakura’s right.” Chiaki agreed, sitting down too. The other girls followed suit. “We would never judge you.”
“We all have things we are self conscious about, Chihiro.” Sonia smiled kindly at the enby. “I am self conscious about my skin.”
“R-Really…? But you’re so pretty…” Chihiro looked at her.
“Thank you, but so are you.” Sonia pinched Chihiro’s cheek gently. “I burn in the sunlight, The kids I went to school with used to call me ‘Princess lobster’. So I try to avoid exposing myself to the sun.”
Chihiro blushed at the compliment and looked back down.
“I’m super self conscious about my weight.” Hina spoke up next. “I’m always weighing myself. I used to get teased for how many sweets I eat, my friends told me I was going to end up alone because no one would be able to look at me.”
“Hina, You’re gorgeous. You don’t have to worry about your weight!” Chihiro frowned.
“I used to get made fun of because I had braces when I was younger.” Sayaka shared. “They said I’d never be a singer because the metal in my braces would mess with the recording equipment.”
“Do I even need to say what I’m self conscious about?” Hiyoko sulked, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m short.”
Mahiru put her hand on Hiyoko’s shoulder. “You’ll hit a growth spurt someday.” She teased. “People called me a boy growing up.”
“I-I-I’ve al-always been s-s-s-super c-c-clumsy. People h-h-have always ma-made fun o-of me for It.” Mikan said softly.
“Of course they have, You’re a walking pile of pig barf!” Hiyoko snapped.
“Aah! I’m sorry!” Mikan cried.
Mahiru shoved her hand over Hiyoko’s mouth and pulled her into her lap to keep her contained. She sighed. Welp, so much for her being kind…
“People I went to school with used to accuse me of stuffing my bra, and constantly harassed me because of my home life.” Akane said quietly.
“I was feared, I was told I had monster eyes. Most kids avoided me.” Peko chimed In.
Kyoko looked down at her gloved hands then back up at Chihiro. “I think my insecurity should be obvious…”
“I got made fun of for loving video games. And I’ve got some pudge.” Chiaki poked her stomach.
After a moment of silence the girls looked at Sakura, who gave a hesitant sigh. “Do I need to say It?”
“Yes.” All except for Chihiro said in unison.
Sakura sighed again. “I get called ogre. People call me a freak or abomination. When I started bulking up, people told me that I looked better before and I lost a lot of friends because they were embarrassed to be seen with me.”
“Remind me to smack Hiro and Hifumi when I see them next.” Hina said quietly.
“Hiro doesn’t mean any harm by It.” she waved her off.
Hearing their friends being open about their insecurities made them feel a little better about opening up.
“Um…” Chihiro kept staring at the floor. “Kids I went to school with knew me when I Identified as a boy… and the first day I went to school in a dress, I got beat up and made fun of. Since then, I’ve been afraid to wear dresses… N-Not that skirts are much different… I’m just kind of traumatized by them.”
“Chihiro, You are adorable and beautiful.” Hina smiled warmly.
“Trust me, If anyone comes near you to beat you up or make fun of you… they’ll have a lot of people to get through first.” Chiaki added.
“You are one of a kind, don’t let people like that ruin something for you.” Sakura said gently.
Hina side eyed her, receiving a quiet; ‘shut up’ In response.
Chihiro sniffled, wiping their eyes. “Th-Thanks guys…”
“If you don’t want to try on the dress, We respect your comfort zone. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Mahiru put a hand on their shoulder reassuringly.
They looked at the dress In Sonia’s lap, then back up at the girls. “No… I… I want to try It on.”
“Are you sure?” Sonia asked.
They nodded, more sure this time. “You’re right. I need to learn not to take things to heart so much. Everyone has something they don’t like about themselves, even the people who picked on you.”
“That’s exactly right.” Kyoko nodded with a faint smile.
Chihiro took the dress from Sonia and stood up, they were about to head to the dressing room but they were stopped by Sakura, who handed them the matching sweater she found for the dress.
The enby gave her a smile before taking the article of clothing and retreating to the closed room with a new pep in their step.
A few minutes passed by, and something had occurred to Mahiru. “Wait a minute, Ibuki? You never said what you were made fun of for.”
Ibuki looked up at the red head, previously she had been drawing shapes on the floor with her finger waiting for Chihiro to come out. “Oh, Ibuki didn’t?”
“No, You didn’t.” Chiaki confirmed, eyeing the musician.
“Welllll…” Ibuki looked away sheepishly.
“Were you not bullied?” Sonia asked.
“N-No. Ibuki was bullied.” She sighed. “Ibuki was made fun of for the way she talks In the third person. Also the way she dressed.”
“I think It’s… endearing.” Sayaka smiled.
“Ibuki didn’t mention It because Ibuki didn’t want to be reassured or complimented.” She smiled shyly, tapping her index fingers together. “Ibuki doesn’t know how to take compliments…”
“I understand that.” Sakura responded.
Hina, again, side eyed her best friend. “I will hype you up and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Nothing huh?” She didn’t even bother looking at Hina, she blindly squeezed at the swimmer’s side, making her squeak and giggle as she twitched away.
“Come to think of it…” Kyoko hummed, glancing over at Celeste. “You didn’t say anything either.”
“That Is because there Is nothing I was made fun of for.” Celeste smiled, closing her eyes as she did.
Hmm… doubtful.
Chiaki looked at the wall clock. “Chihiro’s been In there a while… I think someone should go check on them.”
Before anyone else could volunteer, surprisingly, Hiyoko was on her feet. “I’ll do it.” with that she disappeared into the back room as well.
Mahiru blinked in surprise. “Should I go with her?”
No one got the chance to answer before Hiyoko came back out, Chihiro In tow.
The Traditional dancer stepped aside so the girls could see Chihiro, they were absolutely radiating happiness. “S-Sorry, I kind of froze up… How do I look?”
“Ohmigosh, Chi you look so cute!!” Hina squealed.
“That dress looks like It was made for you, You look so pretty!” Sonia beamed, stars practically in her eyes.
The Programmer giggled and twirled around in the dress happily.
The other girls quickly got over their surprise and flooded Chihiro with compliments. (even Kyoko and Celeste complimented them, shockingly.)
The rest of the boutique visit hit different for the group, they felt a lot lighter and closer than before.
Sayaka and Ibuki had decided to just coordinate colors, that way they could both wear something they wanted to wear.
Hina and Sakura found a few swimsuits they liked.
Chihiro got a bunch of different dresses and had a mini fashion show with Hiyoko, Mahiru, and Chiaki.
Right then.
Time to go find the boys and check out the spa...
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atinybitofau · 5 years ago
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S E O N G H W A ⇨ the reason why
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“a hair brush”
-a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.
• “I hate you!”
• you don’t know how it happened.
• it just happened so fast.
• how Seonghwa came into your shared home with him,
• crying, telling you he loves you.
• after you caught him kissing another woman in his car.
• “Baby, listen to me—“
• “Don’t baby me,” you hysterically stumble back. “Don’t touch me. God don’t touch me. How dare you? How dare you, Park Seonghwa?!”
• it’s so fast.
• your reflexes and the amount of pain that came storming over you.
• how you loved him beyond your capability.
• and he just goes and—
• “Kiss her? She was kissing me!”
• “You kissed her back!”
• he tries so hard.
• stumbles over the broken glass on the floor trying to reach you but you keep throwing things.
• things that were small enough at first.
• until a hair brush the size and weight of your fist goes colliding into his face.
• for a second, silence comes through.
• just the throbbing pain of heart break and a hair brush thining the air.
• and you take that brush back and stuff it with your other belongings.
• ready to take everything you gave up for him right back.
• “I hate you, Park Seonghwa, go choke. And a hair brush to the face isn’t going to amount to the pain I feel right now.”
• you let him watch you as you leave,
• the hair brush that you hit him with following you for the rest of your life.
• and you’re brushing your hair with it 2 years later during a phone call with a hysterical Hongjoong on the line asking that,
• “You have to come.”
• “I do not.”
• “Y/n.” he warns. “This is my 25th birthday. I’m getting old. And if you don’t come to Gwangju for it, I’m going to combust.”
• “Then I guess you’re combusting.” you reiterate into the speaker with a firm tone. “I know who’s going. And I know what you have planned. I’m not going to the cabin retreat and that’s final. We’ll have celebrate your birthday some other time.”
• “I only have one once a year! I only turn 25 once.” he sighs. “If I had known you two would get this worked up about your break up, I wouldn’t have set you two up together in the first place. Spite me for thinking you two were meant to be together.”
• you think about it again after a couple months.
• how you were kind of over it.
• maybe you were over reacting.
• that maybe Seonghwa didn’t really kiss her back and you probably shouldn’t have almost reconstructed his face for it.
• how you loved him more than anything.
• did he?
• “Hongjoong.” you swallow down your pride before asking him, “Do you think I was out of line? When Seonghwa and I broke up.”
• “Why are you asking me this, y/n?”
• “Because I want to know.” you firm despite his frustrated sense. “Seonghwa might as well have been meant to be with me but I just... maybe I wasn’t for him.”
• “You know he has a girlfriend now.. right?”
• you sigh not even bothered by that, “Sure. But I don’t see your point.”
• Hongjoong chuckles at that.
• thinking,
• how you two really were meant to be at the time.
• maybe the time just wasn’t right.
• “Come to ski lodge. You’ll have fun, I promise.”
• he doesn’t answer your question.
• but he does make good promises.
• and you did have fun.
• albeit, with Seonghwa smacking lips with his girlfriend all the time by the fire.
• the pillar duo (Yunho and Mingi) making fun of you for toppling over too many times during the skiing hours.
• cause you were better at Snowboarding than you were at skiing no doubt.
• “Okay.” Hongjoong looks down at his schedule while you all cozied by the lobby fire, Mingi still playing with your hair with your hair brush. “So we get 2 hours with snowboards and the slope included. Who’s going? I need people to come with me to pick up the meat.”
• “Ooh.” Mingi teases making you laugh. “Meat.”
• “You’re..” Hongjoong sighs in disappointment. “You’re an idiot. Mingi, shut up. So? Who’s gonna snowboard.”
• “Deonghwa, I suck at snowboarding.”
• you snicker almost, hiding your amused smile under your expression when your ex across the room hears his current girlfriend coo.
• “R-really?”
• you can feel the heat of the eyes on you.
• either because you were his ex being forced to listen,
• or because everyone in the room knew you and Seonghwa were the king and queen of the slope.
• how snowboarding was just something the both of you can never pass up.
• you don’t mind his girlfriend though.
• she’s nice..
• it’s been 2 years, how could you not be over it by now?
• right?
• “I kind of wanted to go.” you two catch eyes for a brief moment when he speaks.
• “I can keep her company, hyung!” Wooyoung says mid chew not hesitating to send you a secret glance. “It’s a waste of a free board, seriously. We’ll be fine.”
• Mingi and you share a weird look.
• since you two were planning on just going together cause no one else seemed to be interested.
• both equally as surprised Seonghwa was willing to leave his current girlfriend behind.
• usually never willing to leave you.
• especially with a bunch of idiots.
• “Sure. You’ll be okay here?”
• “Yeah.” his girlfriend obviously doesn’t know who you are yet, smiles when she says. “I’ll be okay. Have fun!”
• you rack up your boots, Mingi helping you when Seonghwa walks into the changing room with heavy eyes.
• still hates the sight of another man helping you.
• especially when he already had issues with Mingi way back when.
• how you fit in Mingi’s arms almost as perfectly as you did in his once.
• “Eyyy.” Mingi wiggles his brows not even noticing Seonghwa who walked in. “When you said your ass looks good in tight pants, I didn’t think you meant this good.”
• “Song Mingi, keep it your own pants.” you chuckle not realizing your ex burning up behind you. “You’ve seen me in jeans before. It’s the same thing.”
• “Well I don’t think so.”
• you have to admit though.
• you were over it.
• —you and Seonghwa.
• how his girlfriend seemed nice and all.
• and you were having fun.
• even if it were unusual it was with Mingi.
• “Hey, were you gonna use this?”
• it’s the first time you’ve spoken to him after so long.
• the both of you seeming to forget the feeling,
• and he chokes up when you bend down in front of him almost the same way Mingi did.
• but unlike Mingi, shouldn’t be drooling over your ass cause he has a girlfriend.
• “Um.” he clears his throat blush on his cheeks. “Yes. I mean— no! No I wasn’t. Sorry.”
• you turn your chin over your shoulder and send him a soft laugh, “You okay, Deonghwa? Sounding a little flustered there.”
• he doesn’t like it.
• the nickname.
• “Don’t call me that.”
• raising an eyebrow with your board cocked up beside your hip, you tell him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was designated use for your girlfriend only.”
• he notices how you’re over it.
• no hard feelings.
• but the traumatizing feeling of your hair brush hitting his nose coming back to him like it just happened last night.
• the way the tears ran down your pretty face.
• how your pretty face never changed over the years.
• has to defend himself by saying, “I-it’s not. I just don’t like it. She calls me that all the time and never listens when I tell her not to.”
• you laugh again sending him another genuine smile. “Well I’ll try not to call you that again for next time.”
• his eyes ravel in the way you bring your goggles down.
• how you were still a woman he once loved,
• whom he thought he was over with a long time ago.
• “Anyway, Mingi’s waiting for me so I’ll see you out there?” you wave him off. “And good luck! Don’t forget not to choke.”
• an inside joke you two once had.
• his heart jumping upon noticing you remembered.
• that you didn’t forget about him.
• shouldn’t feel like this even though he does.
• “Mingi! Stop it! Oh my god we’re both gonna fall!”
• he’s about to explode.
�� thinking,
• where would be the nearest drug store to buy a hair brush so he could throw at the the both of you.
• glaring when Mingi tangles his body over you when he purposely collides into you on the slope.
• when you smile all giddy with Mingi hovering over you.
• he can’t take it—
• oh my god, he’s gonna explode.
• “Seonghwa!”
• his eyes flicker up when you call him,
• pouting like a baby at you when you walk over. “Are you okay? Oh my god.”
• did something happen?
• oh.
• he cooly just hit the fence.
• a pain he didn’t even notice.
• hurt more to watch you flirt with Mingi like a high schooler than getting hit in the face.
• hurts more remembering that god damn hair brush.
• “How many fingers am I holding up, Hwa?”
• he stares at your eyes instead.
• “Two?”
• you can’t help but smile.
• heart jumping at the way he pouts when he’s frustrated and annoyed.
• you only knowing cause he was once the love of your life..
• once..
• “Two fingers?” you reach over to caress the throbbing pain on his temple. “Seonghwa, I was holding up four fingers. You were looking at my eyes.”
• “I know.. I’m sorry.”
• you bite on your lip before hoisting him up. “Come on. I told you not to choke remember?”
• “I know.. I’m sorry.”
• you look over at Mingi who’s staring at his phone.
• you now looking back at your ex thinking—
• you’re sorry.
• and this might be the only chance you get to tell him that.
• “Hey.” you breathily say while he stares out over the snow slope. “I just wanna say I’m sorry. About the hair brush incident. I know I probably am a little late but I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. Plus, Yunho won’t let me live it down.”
• he huffs and shakes his head. “At the time, I guess I deserved it.”
• silence.
• filled with wordy bandaids and hot breaths.
• patching up the scar with some concealer for now.
• “So... friends?”
• he doesn’t want to agree.
• but seemingly remembers he has someone who fills up the blank before it, a girlfriend that’s not you.
• “Friends.”
• now he definitely can’t stop staring at you.
• during the barbecue when Mingi has you on his lap from Yunho tripping you.
• you a little more tipsy than normal.
• obviously having way too much fun.
• “Babe, did you hear me?” his girlfriend asks waving in his face. “You‘ve been out of it this whole day. What’s gotten into you?”
• he doesn’t want to break it to her.
• how he already wants you back.
• still wants you instead of her.
• “Wooyoung told me something earlier..” she snaps him out of his gaze. “I just want to know if it’s true.”
• “What?” he looks back at his girlfriend desperately. hoping she’d break it first. “What did he say?”
• “That you dated y/n? She’s nice.” his current girlfriend compliments. “She really knows how to get a crowd going. I mean, look at her. She almost.. she almost looks like she’s you? You, Seonghwa. She looks like she could be you. Eye candy. Plus, she came with me to the bathroom earlier. For someone who used to date my boyfriend, she’s really something.”
• he feels bad, yeah.
• feels like he just threw a hairbrush at his girlfriend face,
• that brush being you.
• “I’m sorry.” he tells her. “I should’ve told you.”
• “No don’t be. Cause I see the way you look at her Seonghwa.” she leans back with a smile. “I had fun. Being with you and all. But I think we both have a reason now to say we never loved each other? I mean, it’s kind of obvious we don’t make each other’s empty halves up.”
• “You think y/n does?”
• his girlfriend looks at you from across the room.
• how your smile mirrors her own boyfriend, your ex.
• how she had fun this weekend.
• had fun taking your place until you unintentionally took it back.
• “I think.” she leans up to press a kiss on his lips. “I think you should go and get your girl, Park Seonghwa. You know. After this weekend. Cause I’d feel bad for breaking up with you while I was kind of your plus one?”
• he doesn’t know how to start.
• first talks to Mingi to make sure he can.
• “What?” Mingi’s face contorts. “Ew hyung, for one. She dated you. That’s like against the bro code.”
• he sighs.
• in both relief and disappointment. “You’re an idiot.”
• laughing Mingi replies, “I would never be able to handle her throwing a hair brush at me. I think we all know you’re the only guy who can.”
• he doesn’t know if the pat on his back is reassuring or not.
• hopes to god he gets to throw away that thing if you two do end up getting back together.
• “Seonghwa?” you ask when a familiar set of numbers pop out on your screen. “Hey. I didn’t know you still had my number. I heard about you and your girlfriend... I’m sorry.”
• “For what?”
• “I don’t know.” you chuckle nervously brushing your hair as you have him on speaker. “I just feel like I should be.”
• time passes a little.
• while you stare in the mirror.
• wondering why people always decide to call you in the middle of getting ready.
• “I only have a couple minutes.” you say. “Is this important?”
• “Kind of? I need to see you.”
• “For what?”
• “I need to throw away your hair brush.”
• you laugh at that, kind of knowing where this was going.
• your heart ready to explode.
• yeah, you’re ready to explode.
• maybe also ready to take him back?
• “Seonghwa, you just broke up with your girlfriend. You can’t seriously be thinking about courting me again.”
• “I wasn’t thinking about it, y/n. I know I’ll be doing it. Just called you to let you know. And that I’ll be picking you up from work tonight.”
• he reminds you of him.
• too straight forward for both of your own goods.
• always getting what he wants without having to do anything.
• being the other half you need.
• your hand immediately throwing the hair brush on your vanity into the trash when you press your phone against your ear to say hysterically,
• “I still have lots of other things I can throw at you, you know.”
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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago
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Part 3
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Summary: Soulmates have different ways of being connected to one another. Sometimes it’s through being able to write on their arms and having it show up on their soulmates. For others it was having their first words spoken to one another permanently tattooed into their skin. You had a unique connection with yours, one that you really hadn’t ever heard of happening before. Whatever song was stuck in your soulmate’s head was also stuck in yours and the same was for them. When Yoongi realizes one of his songs is playing on repeat in your head, he immediately takes to writing songs to communicate with you in hopes it will finally bring you two together.
Genre: Fluff. Just pure tooth rotting, sweet fluff.
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Yoongi sat at the computer, mind blank as he stared at a rough draft of a song he had been writing for his mix tape. However he soon realized that he was going to have to completely scrap everything and start all over. The lyrics he had written to go with this melody didn’t suit the words he wanted to say to you at all. He’s been at the studio for well over an hour now, pen and notebook laying next to him as he tried to think of lyrics to write for you. 
“God this sucks. I can’t think of anything!” He sighs in frustration and brings his hands up to his face to rub his tired eyes. He’s about to give up and start fresh tomorrow when he hears another song begin to enter his mind.
Alright banbokdwen shisogeim
He smiles to himself as he realizes another one of his songs is stuck in your head. And begins to chuckle when he realizes you must not know too much Korean as most of the words are just jumbled while the melody plays in your head. Are his songs really that catchy? Or did you possibly feel a connection to him through his music? He pulls out his phone to call Hoseok for help.
“Yoongi! How’s the song writing going?”
“It’s absolute shit. I haven’t wrote anything yet. I was wondering if you could help me? Or at least help me sort through the rough drafts of these tracks I’ve already produced to help me find one that is catchy and will get stuck in their head so I know they heard me.” 
“Of course! I’d be happy to help.” 
They spend a good half hour in the studio going over the different beats and songs Yoongi had saved before Hoseok shouts excitedly. 
“That’s it! That’s the one. This is perfect. It’s catchy, but it’s also soft and I think will really show the emotions you’ve been feeling towards your soulmate. There’s a bit here where the melody turns a little more harsh and that’s where you could speak your feelings honestly, your fears about never getting to meet. But then maybe at the end make it clear that this song is for them as a way to communicate. I don’t know just some ideas-”
“Hoseok that’s brilliant. Thank you. I think I finally know where to go with this.” 
“You’re welcome! Don’t spend too much time here, make sure to rest!” 
“I’ll rest when the song is finished. You know me.” 
“Alright. But just take breaks every once in a while, yeah?”
“Sure Hobi, thank you.” 
Yoongi sits down with his notebook and begins scrawling lyrics on the page. He works through the night and by the time he’s finished he is beginning to see the sun rise over the horizon. He smiles and decides he’s going to post it now, not wanting to wait any longer and hoping you’re awake. He opens up their twitter and posts a link to his song on soundcloud. Immediately people are liking, retweeting, basically going nuts over Yoongi having released another solo song. He smiles to himself and continues scrolling through the replies, until he comes across one particular one that makes him stop. 
I don’t know if you’ll see this but I hear you. I’m listening to every word. 
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It’s about 5:00 pm when a notification on your phone goes off that BTS has tweeted something new. You open it immediately, and see a link to a song. You are seriously excited when you see it’s a new song for Yoongi’s mixtape. You click on it, anxiously waiting for the page to load as a slew of army also try to access the song. After the website crashes a few more times it finally opens for you and you listen to a sweet, beautiful piano melody playing. When he starts singing, even though you aren’t fluent in his language you can feel his emotions and what he is saying through his words. The song sounds... hopeful. But then towards the middle begins to sound more dark, as if he’s doubting something. As if he has all of this uncertainty and is rapping out his frustrations. The song ends on a more upbeat note, and the very last line is in English and it sends sparks up your spine. 
 I don’t know if you’re listening, but this was for you. 
You freeze, hand hovering over your phone before it drops to the floor. He wrote this song for you. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he has been just as frustrated not being able to see or talk to you too. You stand there for a few moments processing everything when your phone starts ringing. You realize it’s your friend. You answer it, still feeling dazed.
“HE WROTE A SONG FOR YOU!”
“I am aware of that.”
“So you finally have come to terms with the fact that Yoongi is your soulmate huh?”
“I mean it’s pretty hard to deny it at this point. It feels like something is tugging on my heart every time I listen to his music.” 
“This must be his way of trying to find you and talk to you. He’s going to write a whole mixtape dedicated to you just watch.” You scoff into the phone.
“I don’t know about all that...” 
“it’s true! He will! Yoongi has always been very open and honest with his feelings. If this is at the forefront of his mind, then he’s going to write about it.” You sigh and flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. 
“Maybe he’ll start including times and places he wants to meet you or something.” 
“That would just be stupid do you know how many fans would go there if he did that?”
“He’ll probably do it cryptically then. Listen to what he’s saying y/n, like really listen.”
“That’s gonna be kind of hard when I don’t know Korean...” 
“He posted a translation with the song!” 
“Oh? Really?”
“Yes! Go read it!” You immediately switch back over to their twitter and see that he did post screen shots of his notes with an English translation. You read the lyrics and it doesn’t stop you from tearing up even more. To read all of the frustrations he’s had with thinking he was never going to meet you, to now having hope that he’s heard you listening to his music that one day you will find each other. You don’t hesitate to grab your phone and tweet a reply. 
I don’t know if you’ll see this but I hear you. I am listening to every word. 
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Yoongi doesn’t quite understand why reading that comment sent such intense butterflies into his stomach. Could it be you? Is it possible that he happened to find his soulmate in a sea of countless other replies? He tells himself no. That there’s no way that is even possible. But there is a small nagging in the back of his mind that keeps reminding him of what Namjoon had said to him, what all the guys have said to him. 
The universe has a way of making sure you two will be brought together. 
He taps on your page and sees that you just recently made it if the fact that one of only things on your page was the reply to him and another one stating that you were a new army. He smiles at that. And now he’s internally debating with himself if he should talk to you and try to get to know you, or if he was just being crazy. He’s leaning more towards being crazy. Maybe the lack of contact with his soulmate for this long is just making him see you in every body. He sets his phone down and sighs, but before long he begins to feel a pulling urge in his chest. Like someone is tugging him back over to his phone. Before he can stop himself he makes himself a fake suga stan twitter account and responds to you. 
I’m sure he will see this. He’s on social media much more than you think he just doesn’t always respond unless he has something really thoughtful to say.
Ah, thank you. I probably sound like some crazy fan don’t I?
Not at all.. I think... I think he would be happy to know that someone is listening to him. Like really hearing his words.
I hope so. I just feel bad you know? Like I wish I could just pop over to Korea be like here is your soulmate! So he doesn’t have to be sad anymore.
Are you his soulmate?
He has to wait a while before you respond. 
I believe so. I sincerely hope so. Anyone would be lucky to be his. He’s a wonderful person and cares about others so much. Even just in my short time being an army I can see that. 
Yoongi stops responding after that, not trusting himself to reveal who he is and fly you out on a plane to Seoul just to see for himself if you are his soulmate. He is frustrated, wondering how exactly he was going to get to meet you. He could set it through his song, but he needs to be careful about it. He can’t reveal too much or the entire fandom will be wherever the place is he is talking about. He’s about to start working on the next song when a text comes through. 
HYUNG GO TO BED! I know you’re still awake so sleep! Work on another song tomorrow night! Goodnight! 
Yoongi laughs as he reads the message from Taehyung. He texts him goodnight and lays down on the couch in his studio, drifting off to sleep with his song playing on repeat in his head and a wide smile on his face.
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haikyall · 4 years ago
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A Splash Wouldn’t Hurt
Synopsis: A luxurious vacation, a vacation you know too well mainly cause it was only in your dreams. But Inarizaki Men's VBC decides to change that.
WC: 4078
Trigger Warning: none
Genre: Fluff
Parining: Inarizaki x Manager!Reader
It was homeroom period when you received a tap on your left shoulder as you were writing notes on what your team members— the Inarizaki Men’s Volleyball Club— should improve on. You look at the direction it came from, you realize there was a figure beside you that was eyeing your work. It was Osamu “Wow, you’re making notes on us? How cute of you,” Osamu says, peering over your notes.
“Yeah, I mean it’s the least I can do as your manager,” You sigh, looking at your notes which included a whole list of what certain members were good and what they should do to improve things they weren’t good at.
“You know, the semestral break is like a week away right?” The wing spiker starts as he sits at the table in front of you. He settles down his bag down and brings out a notebook related to the first period. You were well aware that the semestral break was a week from now. You have been planning to…… well, sleep the break away. You never had any plans to enjoy it, even if you were not part of the middle-class economy, you just felt lazy.
“Yeah, what about it?” You say paying attention to your teammate that was looking at you with an expectant gaze.
“Well, Atsumu and I are having a little yacht party.” Osamu starts. Wait a damn minute… a yACHT PARTY? A Y A C H T? Your eyes widen at what you were hearing, Osamu just smiles at your reaction, knowing well enough that even if you’ve known the twins your whole high school life, you still get overwhelmed at just how wealthy they were as star athletes.
“And the only ones invited are the whole team, without the coaches of course, and by the whole team, we included you on the list.” The second-year continues, okay, I mentioned your eyes widened, this time your eyes went out of your eye sockets. Osamu laughs, loving the reaction he’s getting. You couldn’t believe him. They don’t possibly want you to come, maybe they asked you out of pity and hoped to say no.
“But, I’m just your manager…?” You say, still confused at the offer. Osamu just smiles.
“We appreciate you more than you think.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the boys looked at you not as a club mate or as a manager, they looked at you like you were their little sister. They genuinely want you to go. But you didn’t know what to bring or do on a yacht, mainly because you’ve never been to one or even seen one. Last time you “saw” a yacht was at your d r e a m s.
“We want you to come, it’s fine if you don't bring anything aside from things you’d bring to a beach like towels or sunscreen.” He trails off. He then looks at you dead straight at the eyes with a pleading look.
“Even I would be sad if you didn’t go.” You felt a little amount of heat creep up on your cheeks.
“…You guys… want me to go?” You hesitantly ask to which Osamu nods eagerly.
“Outings as a family won’t be the same without you,” The second-year says with a small smile on his face, still waiting for you to take the offer. You were still hesitant, how are you going to tell your parents about this? Fortunately, Osamu read exactly what’s on your mind and smirks.
“Kita-kun took care of your parents and they agreed” By this time your jaw fell to the floor and Osamu laughs again, thinking your reaction is cute. You fell silent, what else was stopping you from bonding with them?
“… You want me to bring some marinated lamb? Or steak?” You start, flipping through another page, making a list of what to bring, keeping in mind the favorite foods of each member. The wing spiker is shocked.
“Waaa, you know us that well huh?” You only smile as a reply. The school bell rings, signifying the start of class.
“Start with preparing your luggage for a 5-day trip. Kita-kun will send you the other details.” Was the last thing Osamu says before he turned in front, ready to greet the teacher, leaving you in bewilderment.
‘A little fun with water balloons won’t hurt as well right?’ You thought to yourself, not interested in the class. To others, it looked like you were taking down notes for the class. You scribble away more ideas to make the event more fun.
________ First Day 5:00 am
Your parents dropped you off the dock that you were supposed to meet the boys. You were immediately greeted with Kita, Oomimi, and Akiga. All three hugs you and says their greetings to your parents. Oomimi and Akiga took your belongings and took them to the yacht while Kita thanked your parents for letting you go and bringing you to the dock safe and promises that you will return in alive and in one piece.
“Ahh, our sister is here!” Atsumu greets you with a hug. Osamu takes some of the luggage that Akiga is carrying, seeing that he is struggling.
“You can receive serves and all but you can’t carry a bag?” Osamu disses the libero to which Akiga bites back with
“You’re lucky the volleyball is already inside the damn yacht”
Ojiro just smiles at you saying, “Would you like a roommate or you wanna have a room to yourself?”
“I’ll have a room to myself if that’s fine?” You ask shyly.
“Of course it’s fine you precious little thing!” Atsumu exclaims, ruffling your hair in the process.
“Just beware, we might knock on your door to annoy living hell out of you” The setter teases.
“Today we plan to be a chill day so after the twins do their tour, you do whatever you want and all that,” Kita says.
“Oh, and if you feel the boat speed up or slow down that’s mainly cause Suna-chan is manning the wheel” He continues. Wait a holy minute-
“Yes, Suna has a license and is trained by his father so we should be fine and yes, he knows how to stir the boat, darling” Osamu —who came back together with Akiga and Oomimi after putting your luggage on the boat— completes your thought.
“You’re so cute when you’re shocked like that” Ginjima gushes while the other boys just chuckle.
“Let’s board the boat, shall we?” Atsumu leads the group into the twins’ luxurious and— I kid you not— enormous yacht. You kinda ended up gawking at the boat since it is pretty huge and it’s your first time. Your gawking only ends because Akagi lends you a hand to get on the boat.
“You can stare when you get on it” Akiga teases you, making you turn to a little cherry as you say your apologies and step foot into the yacht, you just end up marveling it at its glory.
“Just like the ones in the movie right?” Atsumu teases. As the group fanboys on how cute you looked when you were processing that you were, in fact, in an actual yacht, you eye the outside portion of the yacht, a bar with stools where the boys were hanging out, some white sofas and grey bean bags with a center table, a grill and the main attraction, jet skis that were parked on the yacht.
“Are these actual…” You trail off, Osamu smiles at your speechless.
“Jet Skis? Why, yes they are. They are like my babies” Osamu answers.
“Hey ya trap, they’re my babies too!” Atsumu shouts from the bar.
“The twins have a rule that the room picking will happen a little later after the tour so that you can see which room you want.” Kosaku trails off. You nod as you understand the meaning of the rule.
“And it’s a fun game honestly. We also leave our bags at the dock until the tour is over, we won't be making any stops on the islands you will see, it kinda just sight-seeing” He continues and walks over to the twins to which you follow.
“Ya ready? Cause there’s a lot more to take in besides the jet skis” Atsumu teases and you just get a bit more flustered. Cue Kita hitting Atsumu on the nape and the team laughing at them.
“Cut the manager some slack, ‘Tsumu, not everyone’s as fortunate as the two of you” Kosaku states.
“Can we start the tour already? I’m dying to take a nap” Suna yawns and the twins start the tour ________ Time Skip: to 6:00 am
There were essentially 12 rooms all of which have a queen-sized bed and a washroom that has a bathtub and a separate shower hall. There was also another bar with a karaoke and billiard room with some game consoles like Xbox 360, PS4, etc. A gym, a kitchen and dining room, a sauna and jacuzzi a changing room, a viewing deck, and an inflatable slide at the roof of the yacht. The only staff there was were maids, 4 bartenders, a few bodyguards, and another guy that is licensed to stir the boat when Suna is busy.
You and the boys were hanging out at the lower deck which was where you were gawking the jet skis. They made you decide on the room you want. You chose the room nearest to the viewing deck since you like to take the view in from the night.
“Well, now our dear sibling over here has a room its a matter of competition for us” Atsumu states, and Osamu just sighs and looks at you with a tired expression.
“We’re gonna race two to see who gets the room they want, we let you get your room so that you can take down who gets which room.” Osamu gently explains. You nod and reach for the notebook inside your bag, it became a mannerism for you to bring your club notebook wherever you went with the boys… including this one.
The first pair were the twins, then Kita & Oomimi, Ojiro & Ginjima, Suna & Kosaku, and finally, Akiga & Riseki. Was it chaos? Of course, it was. The twins ended up getting the same room so you had to negotiate a war of rock, paper, and scissors and Atsumu being a baby per usual because his older twin got the room. Kita and Oomimi were by far the calmest since they chose different rooms. Ojiro and Ginjima took some time because they kept on going into the rooms that were taken by the other members and Ginjima getting disappointed the longer the search goes. Suna and Kosaku were kinda calm until they chose the same room as well but didn’t resort to the bickering the twins do. Akiga and Riseka also took some time since they were the last pair to choose a room.
After that, the twins acquainted the team with some rules to follow which were just 6:30 pm was the time of dinner and 12:30 was the time of lunch, and breakfast was optional. Because they are athletes it is a must that they attend the dinner and lunch. They also have to tell the group chat if they were unable to eat and it needs to be a legitimate reason. And there is a schedule for every room so that the maids don’t die of exhaustion. They also had a debate on having a bedtime and if midnight snacks were allowed. They ended up resorting to not having one and midnight snacks are available.
________ 8:00 am
After all, that chaos was settled with you decided to go to your room where you get to explore it in even more detail. But then the exhaustion of taming the boys took over you as your body uncontrollably falls to the white circular bed and you soon drift off to Dream Land.
_________ 10:00 am
Your eyes finally flutter open as you check to see what time it was with the watch on your arm. You quickly fix your hair, face, and the bed as you take in your new surroundings. You take notice of the wooden floor. The table had essential oils and a diffuser right next to it and bright lights around the mirror for makeup. The television was actually inside the wall and the washroom had a little window which can be covered with curtains and more bright lights for the mirrors, there were wall hooks for hangers or things needed to be hanged. One of which was a hanger for the bathrobe the yacht provided. It was a rather spacious room, so spacious that you’d think that you were in a hotel rather than a yacht.
“It’s big mainly because it’s considered the master’s bedroom” You look back to the door, which was where the voice came from. The voice came from Osamu who was leaning at the door frame. Behind him was the rest of the team with a small smile on their faces.
“We’re going to hang out by the lower deck, cause Idio- I mean, ‘Tsumu-kun challenged me to a Jet Ski race, wanna watch? Kita is gonna start grilling the steak you brought” Osamu continues. You nod and say you’ll just change clothes. You change into a white tube bikini which is covered by a white see-through tassel and head to the lower deck which is already starting to smell like grilled steak.
You see the boys quietly yet not so discreetly check you out which makes you bring a little bit of heat on your face. You take a seat at the white couch you take notice of their outfits. The twins, Ginjima, Riseki, and Oomimi were shirtless with some swim trunks. Kita was also shirtless but is wearing an apron cause he’s grilling some meat. Kosaku, Ojiro, Akagi, and Suna were wearing white tank tops with some swimming trunks.
You also observed that there was something similar to what the boys were wearing, sunglasses. Suna has his sunglasses tucked on the collar of his shirt, Ojiro has his tucked on the right pocket of his shorts. Kosaku’s and Osamu’s were resting on their head Akiga and Oomimi were wearing a chain where the glasses were hanging on. Ginjima, Riseki, and Atsumu were wearing their glasses. Kita’s were hanging at the loop of his apron at the back.
“Rules: No flipping of Jet Skis. Don’t hit each other or the yacht. No insane tricks that will get you injured and have fun. If one of the drivers falls off the Jet Ski, instant game over” Ojiro states and the twins listen to what he has to say.
“Five rounds around the yacht. First to park their Jet Ski and get off from it wins” Ojiro smiles with his eyes closed as the twins shake hands as a sign of camaraderie.
Ojiro opens his eyes with a serious face as he says the catch, “Winner gets to throw water balloons at the loser.” The boys show a look of shock and confusion cause as far as they know, they don’t have water balloons.
“What are ye talking about? We don’t have—” Atsumu starts but is caught off by Ginjima
“Y/N-chan brought some water balloons, would be a shame if we don’t use it… Right?” The wing spiker taunts the boys. They turn to you and all you can do is smile while having a chat with Oomimi and a sleepy Suna. All of a sudden the twins’ expressions turned from shocked to competitive, the face you’d see when they have an official match at volleyball.
“Oh you’re on,” Atsumu says to which his twin just shrugs
“Scared you’ll get wet?” Osamu says while arching his right eyebrow.
The startling roar of the Jet Skis causes you to jump a bit while the other boys remain unfazed, Ojiro, standing at the edge of the yacht, raises his arm “Ready,” The twins look at each other and turn back to the sea.
“Set,” By this time, the siblings are playing with the controls to make the Jet Skis roar louder but they’re still in the same displacement on the water.
“Go” Ojiro puts down his arm and the two twins are on their way. Suna— whose is essentially lying down on the bean bag beside you— pokes your left arm resting on the sofa’s armrest.
“10 water balloons, Osamu-chan wins” You smirk at the bid, why not eh? Nothing wrong with a little splash.
“Fine, 10 water balloons, Atsumu-chan wins” Suna smirks at your statement and looks at the sea.
“Stuff like this makes me sleepy” Suna yawns and it causes you to giggle.
“You’re always sleepy, Suna-chan”
“It makes me sleepy and at ease” Suna smiles, happy he’s made you laugh every once in a while.
Kosaku though it would be nice if the lower deck had some music so he played “Party Poison” by My Chemical Romance as he and Riseki start filling up the water balloons
________ 10:30 am
The twins are back but Atsumu won by a millisecond. You laugh out in rejoice as you saw your next victim of the water balloons. You were so overjoyed that the attention was on you. “Suna-chan and Y/N-chan over here decided to make a bet on who wins. Our sibling won cause they placed their bet on Atsumu-chan” Riseki explains to the twins.
“Don’t place such a huge bet on me Suna-chan” Osamu sighs in defeat while Atsumu was busy making fun of his older twin that lost.
The two stand on the metal part of the lower deck and were the jet skis were parked. Riseki starts to throw one water balloons and others follow pursuit. Well, let’s just say you may or may not didn’t count how many water balloons you guys were throwing at the pair. And Ginjima may or may not have filmed the whole event happening including the start of the race.
_________ 11:00 am
After assisting the two boys on what they need to change clothes. You hang out in the entertainment room where everyone was playing a match of Mario Kart while waiting for Kita finish making lunch. You wasted no time into putting this on camera since this was pure gold.
“No! That’s cheating you- AAAAAAAAA”
“SHUT UP YOU SQUEALING PIG”
“YES! I GOT I- OJIRO-KUN”
“AHAHAHHAHAHAH DIE YOU SORRY EXCUSES OF LOSERS”
_________ 12:30 pm
Lunch was served, it was steak with mashed potatoes and mango panna cotta for dessert. Although we ate in peace, there was still tension as to playing that last Mario Kart match. Kita, oblivious to the chaos a while ago, has zero idea to what even happened but feels a strong tension.
“Alright, what’s bothering you kids?”
“I swore you cheated on that last match” Riseki looks dead straight at Akagi who was happily enjoying his medium-rare steak. Cue Kita rubbing his forehead and being the epitome of ‘Ah shit, here we go again’
“I will not deny or accept that” You were informed by their coach about the rowdiness and loudness this group has but these boys always seem to have something to bicker about.
“I DONATED YOU A DAMN LIFE PACK IN LEFT FOR DEAD 2 AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?”
“We live in a capitalist world, my dear child,” Akagi smirks, knowing it’s gonna fume his kohai to the roof. ________ 1:30 pm
Yes, it took you an hour to calm down the two well, mostly Riseki who felt offended by the actions of his senpai. After so, you decided to have time for yourself at the sauna. You grab your wardrobe and your new clothes which were plain red sweatshirt and some cycling shorts and walk towards the said room. You go to the changing rooms which had a little locker aisle so that you can put your things in.
You take off the tassel that you were wearing and toss on the bathrobe. It was a little big for you but it will do. You head to the sauna in which you spent your time enjoying. It was a place that showed the scenery outside and therefore you get to marvel at the beauty of the islands at the same time it was playing calm piano music.
You took this time to look at the videos Ginjima sent you and your compilation of videos and photos to decide what to post exactly.
You ended up posting that stolen solo picks of the boys while they were busy doing things. Yes, you have a stolen photo of Suna that is a w a k e. You also post a picture of yourself with your back facing the camera and your arms spread out. The last photo you posted was a group photo with you and the boys taken in the dining room before the incident happened.
The boys, on the other hand, were putting the appreciation gifts they had brought for you to your room. Arranging it in the most aesthetic way they could on your bed. They tried not to make any noise as you can hear their footsteps due to the wooden floor. They quickly made their way to the viewing deck to inflate the slide to make an alibi to be there.
________ 4:30 pm
You head to the viewing deck wearing you a sweatshirt and cycling shorts only to know that the boys were sliding down the inflatable slide. Oomimi sees you and carries you bridal style to be next in line. You panic as to knowing your outfit.
“You guys, I’m not really—,” you start as Oomimi sets you down on the slide. Atsumu laughs at your response.
“Well, sorry, love~” was all the setter said till his members pushed you off the slide. It felt like going down from the highest point of the ride of the rollercoaster. You screamed your whole lungs out and you swore you died till you felt nothing beneath you. You were flying in the air for what seemed like a century till you were engulfed with water. Its comfort in surrounding you made you feel safe but you had to go to the surface. When you did you were smiling but then at the same time you felt as if you were betrayed by your siblings over there on the yacht as they were laughing their asses off. Suna who was stirring at that time, was also chuckling to himself after hearing your screams of death seconds ago.
The ones in the water, Kita and Ginjima helped you go to the yacht as they knew you were gonna murder the boys. The moment you climbed back on the boat. The maids handed you a towel to which you used to whip at the boys for revenge making them die of even more laughter from you.
________ 6:30 pm
You were still damp and a towel was hanging on both of your shoulders when your dinner is served and it was grilled lamb with some fried rice and crème brûlée as dessert. This was the time the boys noticed that you posted something on social media and gave out their comments of appreciation especially to your photo. They took into detail their photos and realized that they were stolen. This was the perfect opportunity for you to post the uhhh… not so good looking photos of them. But you were worried about the number of unpleasing photos they had of you so you decided to go against the idea. And luckily there was no world war happening since you already forgave them for their little stunt a while ago and they did have fun.
_________ 7:45 pm
You head back to your room to wash and get changed for the karaoke night the boys proposed. You open the door to see the wide arrange of gifts the boys had prepared just for you. You start to tear up from the effort the boys pulled just to show you their gratitude towards you. You took a picture and sent it to both the group chat and social media as a thank you post. A mess of a team they were, they were your mess and you loved every moment you had with them.
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jawabear · 4 years ago
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Maxwell Lord NSFW Alphabet
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A/N: Hi, here is my NSFW Alphabet for the shitbag Maxwell Lord. As with my other NSFW Alphabets, these are just what I put to the character so they may differ to what you think so please be respectful of other views of characters. Also, I was debating with myself whether or not to post this in light of what is happening in the world, but I thought maybe people would want to maybe want a little bit of light. By no way by me posting this am I trying to be disrespectful. So I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes :) Stay safe
Genre: Smut
Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sex, just usual Maxwell filth, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning
Summary: An A-Z of Maxwell Lord’s bedroom antics
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Max defiantly isn’t the best at aftercare. He kind of just lets you deal with yourself. But bless him he tries. Awkwardly asking if you are okay or if you need anything. But you know he’s only going it because he doesn’t know what else to do, so you have to help him by snuggling into his side for him to hold you whilst you fall asleep. And this is at night.
During the day, after the much loved office sex, he’s even more awkward. Clearing his throat and sorting himself out while you’re still there panting and shaking. But you’ve gotten used to it. Knowing that he’s not great at it so you have to do it yourself, but he’s trying to get better. But he’s not really the person for it.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your legs. Goddess like legs as he calls them. He makes love to your legs, he worships them. When he has you tied to his bed he literally worships them. His hands running over your skin in a feather light touch, placing kisses all over them. Making them shake in desperation for his touch somewhere else. And he loves to watch as you press your thighs together into order to suppress the wetness between your legs. And he loves your ass. He loves to grab at it and slap it when he takes you from behind.
On him, he’s fond of his hands. They are big and are able to grab large handfuls of your ass.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Maxwell will come anywhere. In you, on you, wherever. He especially loves to come on your chest or your ass. He loves to see you covered in him, showing your submissive nature to him but allowing himself to paint your precious body with his come.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I don’t really think Max has any dirty secrets. He’s very open about sexual fantasies etc. If he wants to do something he’ll tell you. But one may be that he did once get off while smelling a pair of your panties...
You were away and he was desperate, and they were just there...he couldn’t help himself.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
This is Maxwell Lord we’re talking about. He is very much experienced when it comes to pleasuring women. He knows his way around the body. Touching you in places that you didn’t even know excited you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Taking you from behind. Not necessarily in the ass, but just having you bent over his desk, seeing you ready for him just does stuff to him. He loves your ass, he loves to grab it while he fucks and he loves to see it go red from it. But this is mainly only during the day.
In the mornings, Max is a little more soft. A side of him he shows no one other than you. Slow missionary sex. Because he loves to kiss you and he loves when your fingers entangle into his hair when he rolls his hips into you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Max doesn’t fuck around when it comes to sex. Oh okay, maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase that.
What I mean is, he takes it very seriously. Max doesn’t like to play around at all. He’s a business man, probably never had actual fun in his life. So when it comes to sex, he is the same. It’s serious business to Max.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Like everything else in his life, his hair down there has to be perfect. Prim and proper to put it better
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Unless it’s early in the morning, he’s not all that intimate. It’s kind of just like, sex and then parting ways until you both return home. Even then it’s more sex.
But early in the morning, he will be a little more loving towards you, caressing your sweet skin while he fucks you slowly. He will refuse to remove his lips from your while he takes you, he just need that little bit of softness in the morning, also that a reassurance that you still love him.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Max doesn’t necessarily need to get himself off when he has you. You’re usually more then willing to allow him to use you.
But on the rare occasion you aren’t there for him, he’ll do it himself. He’ll probably get himself off more time then what he would have sex with you. The frustration of not having you to fuck just makes him get off so much during those lonely days and lonely nights.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
(I have to be honest, I’m not well educated in the world of kinks so I did a bit of research and my god there are some...things out there..)
Maxwell Lord is a kinky piece of shit. Probably has every kink in the book to be honest. Obviously, the daddy kink. Man is the daddies daddy...
Definitely has a voyeurism/exhibitionist kink. Fucking loved to watch you get off in his office, and he loves to take you over his desk, keeping the door unlocked so anyone could walk in and see how much of a mess you get for him (but he knows no one will, anyone who ever came to his door was scheduled down to the second). Definitely sadist, he loves to spank you. Like he is just a filthy man.
Definitely bondage of some kind. Having you ties up and blindfolded is just his heaven. So submissive and ready for him to use you in any way his wants (with in your stated limits of course)
There’s just a long list of kinks that Max has...I don’t even think he could name them all.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He loved to do it in his office. The thrill of getting caught just makes him crazy and he loves the face he can just bend you over his desk, having your naked body pressed up against the place he sits at every single day, looking at it, remembering the sweet noises that fall from you mouth as he fucks your into oblivion.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Just everything. Just seeing you makes him hard, the thought of you makes him hard. Seeing you in a short skirt that showcases those goddess like legs of yours, or when he gets home, having you sat on his bed dresses in his favourite set of lingerie.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
As twisted and kinky as Max is, he does have limits, believe it or not. Maxwell Lord does not share for starters, he earned you fair and square, so that means no threesomes. Plus he doesn’t really find the idea of another guy or girl touching you attractive. You are for him only.
And of course, you are a precious goddess to him. So he would never hurt you. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. And humiliation, he wouldn’t do anything to outwardly put you in the spotlight sexually. For one he knows of your self conscious nature and two, you are for his eyes only.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Max is a sucker for you going down on him. He loves it. Can’t get enough of it. He especially when he has to hide you under his desk when someone walks in. It amazes you how he can stay so composed while you’re sucking him off.
You knew that if you were in his position, you would be a stuttering mess. Max’s has a talented and twisted tongue and he likes to use it where he can.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think Max would be hard and fast. This man fucks. Only making love to you in the mornings, which is why they are so special to you. He is definitely one who goes hard, go big or go home I guess.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
All. The damn. Time.
Max thrives on these. A quick fuck in his office or dragging you into the bathroom. Or even better, pulling you aside at a gala or something and fucking you there, preferably against a wall.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Yes. Maxwell is happy to do almost anything. And he is also very open with things he doesn’t like. Which is good, because we should all be open about things like that.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
This man can go forever to be honest. He never seems to get tiered, you could fuck at midnight and he’ll still be raring to go.
Obviously he’ll stop when you tell him to, but to be fair, he could fuck you until the end of time.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Max isn’t all that adventurous when it comes to toys. Most people would think he has some sort of sex dungeon in his house, but they would be wrong. If blindfolds and ropes count then he’s got plenty, silk of course, even his sex life has to be expensive.
As far as any other toys go, he’s pretty empty. He’s overly fond of watching you use your trusty vibration on yourself. He’s half tempted to use it on himself, he sees how good it makes you feel so he wonders what it would feel like on him, buts he’s a little embarrassed to ask.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Mr Lord is the definition of tease. He’ll call your desk so you can listen to his moans as he gets off, knowing it’s turning you on but also knowing you’re surrounded by others so you can’t do anything other then listen to the sweet and low grunts that leave his lips.
And if you’re both in a meeting, you bet your ass his hand is going to be at you under the table, teasing you through your panties before slipping inside them. He loves to get you all riled up because he likes when your sexually frustrated. You go crazy and he loves it.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Maxwell has a big mouth, he likes to use it. He never fucking shuts up when he’s fucking you. He’s so loud.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
As mentioned, Max would love to use your vibrator on himself. In fact, he would love for you to just ruin him as he has you so many times. He wants to know how it feels to be ruined by someone, and he wants that someone to be you. But he has to much ducking pride and won’t allow himself to tell you this. But he has dreamed night after night if you edging him until he is literally in his knees begging for you to let him come or for you to at least touch him, only for you to shake your head no.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s thick, I’ll give you that. Average in length but he’s thicker than most. Excellent for stretching you out, and he’s very proud of that.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s pretty damn high. The frustration of his work just makes him need to get it out. So his sex drive is definitely up there.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Max isn’t one to fall asleep all that quickly after sex. His mind is constantly going, thinking over the day after, all the business meetings he’ll have to go to and all the boring talk he’ll have to endure. And he likes to watch you sleep, especially after sex, your face twisted with pleasure, no doubt dreaming of him. 
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kacockshi · 5 years ago
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every drop of rain singing: i love you
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1.  Kankuro and Kiba
It is not that Rock Lee minds studying really; he is a true believer in the power of hard work! He knows he can achieve his goal (and grades) just by setting his mind to it; if he works hard enough, anything is possible! The problem is (not a problem, he reminds himself, because problems are just ideas waiting for a solution and Lee can solve anything he sets his mind to!) that Lee likes to move around. A lot. He has been sitting at this table in the library for four hours now and the longer he sits, the more he becomes distracted by things big and small, mostly Kiba and Kankuro, who sit studying on the other side of the table.
Well, Kankuro is studying. Kiba is nestled behind him in the chair, head resting on Kankuro’s shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Lee is transfixed, eyes flashing around to catch little glimpses of the pair without all out staring. He is fascinated with how comfortable the two look; Kankuro has not stopped clicking away on his laptop once, though occasionally he rubs his cheek gently against the top of Kiba’s head. Every once in a while, one hand will bring a napkin up to Kiba’s face to wipe at the tiny bit of drool that pools at the corner of his lips.
All in all, it should be uncomfortable. The way they are squeezed into one chair with Akamaru passed out on top of their feet, the cramped position, the drool. But Kankuro looks incredibly nonplussed; if anything the expression on his face when he glances up at Kiba is what Lee could only describe as fond.
Lee shakes his head and forces himself to look back at his flashcards. If I do not get all of these right, Lee thinks to himself, clenching his hand into a fist, I will study them each one hundred times over!
He settles back down into his seat and begins to read them over when the chair next to him scrapes silently against the carpeted floor and his favorite redhead sits down. (He knows he should not pick favorites amongst his friends, but this he cannot help).
“Hello, Gaara-kun!” he whispers excitedly, waving his hand around wildly like maybe Gaara does not see him. Like maybe he wants Gaara to really notice him. Strange thought, he thinks to himself but does not let this hinder the joy he feels as Gaara tilts his head at him.
“Lee,” Gaara nods back in a normal voice, “Kankuro.”
“Little brother,” Kankuro replies without looking up from his laptop screen.
“That can’t be comfortable,” Gaara says to Kankuro, still not whispering, before placing his bag on the table in front of him rather loudly.
Before Kankuro can snipe back at him, Lee finds himself waving his hands frantically in front of Gaara’s face, whisper-shouting, “Gaara, no!”
Gaara tilts his head again, eyes focused on Lee’s face but otherwise expressionless, “Lee?”
“You must be respectful of our dear friend’s slumber! He is tired after a night of...” he trails off, mind wandering back to the party the night before, where Kiba had insisted Kankuro let him do body shots until he’d completely stumbled over and landed face first in the older boy’s stomach. Lee must have spent too long thinking because now Kankuro is staring at him, one eyebrow raised, lips smug.
“What was he out doing, Lee?” he asks. It is a dirty trick to embarrass him, Lee is sure, because Kankuro was there. He already knows!
“Youthful interactions!” Lee shouts, cheeks red, and then remembers he’s supposed to be quiet. Whispering, he says, “We have to be quiet in respect of Kiba’s youthful interactions.”
“Youthful interactions, oh my god,” Kankuro laughs sharply, Kiba’s head jostling on his shoulder as he shakes.
“But-”
“Trust me, Lee, this dude?” Kankuro questions, throwing an elbow back to jab at Kiba’s ribs and nodding at the complete lack of reaction that gets from Kiba, “Isn’t going to wake up until I drag his ass out of here.”
“Oh,” Lee blinks and then turns back to Gaara, “I am sorry, then, for chastising you.”
“Mmm,” Gaara hums and nods and for the first time, Lee registers that he is almost positive Gaara’s eyes have been on him this whole time. Strange, “It’s alright, Lee.”
They sit in silence for a moment, Kankuro returning to his laptop, Gaara shuffling with his bag and Lee trying valiantly to study his notes. Only suddenly he feels antsy; he taps his foot to quell the growing pressure but it’s like every muscle in his body has decided it needs to move at once, including his lips, his voice.
“What is it like?” he finally blurts out, cheeks warming when Kankuro and Gaara both turn to look at him.
“What is what like?” Gaara finally asks, as the silence stretches on and Lee seems unwilling to press forward.
“What is it like,” he repeats, eyes looking over at Kankuro, “to be in love?”
Because they must be, truly, to be that comfortable in the most uncomfortable of positions. For Kiba to be so settled against Kankuro, so secure, in public no less. And for Kankuro, master of complaints, to not once try to shove the boy off. They look...peaceful.
“In love?” Kankuro splutters, hands slamming down on his keyboard.
“Yes,” Lee nods, raising one fist and looking upwards as he half yells, “I have yet to experience the precious enthrallment of love and wish to know what it is like!”
“Well,” Kankuro starts, shifting awkwardly in his seat, looking at Lee for a long moment and then side eyeing Kiba, who remains serenely drooling on his shoulder, “It’s a goddamn hassle, is what it is.”
Lee does not know what he was expecting but it was not that and it must show on his face because suddenly Gaara’s fingers are lightly tracing the length of Lee’s arm, resting gently on his hand, all the while hissing at Kankuro, “Brother.”
“Alright, alright, Gaara, get the murder out of your eyes,” Kankuro relents, holding both hands up in front of him, “It’s...well it is a hassle-”
“Kankuro.”
“Calm down, Gaara, it is! Look at him!” Kankuro yells, jabbing a finger into Kiba’s cheek only for the man to scrunch his nose up and push his face further into Kankuro’s neck, “You see! He’s been drooling on my shoulder for at least the last two hours and I don’t even like cuddling, he gets dog fur all over my shit, he bites me with those sharp ass teeth whenever he feels like it but...
“But, I guess it’s nice,” Kankuro says the last part softer, smiling a little before he sharpens completely and points between Gaara and Lee, “Don’t tell this fucker what I’m about to tell you but it’s actually, it’s really nice.
“He’s never bothered by my puppets or my less than amenable attitude, he never questions my weird fucking clothes, and he’s...he’s always there for me, he’s a consistent little mutt, is what he is, and I, I don’t know, I want to be there for him too, I guess,” Kankuro sighs at this, reaching his hand up to run through Kiba’s wild hair, “He’s soft when I need him to be soft and he calls me on my shit when I’m being a bitch. There’s nothing else really to it, I guess.
“But I repeat,” Kankuro says, voice dangerously low, finger wagging between the two of them again, “That you are never, ever, allowed to tell Kiba any of this. Ever.”
“Yes, Kankuro-san, I promise!” Lee nods, giving Kankuro an excited thumbs up. At his side, Gaara merely rolls his eyes.
“Hmm,” hums a voice to Kankuro’s left and they all turn to mechanically look at the boy nestled into Kankuro’s shoulder. Kiba’s eyes are still closed but his face is moving, pressing his smile into the skin of Kankuro’s neck and mumbling, “Love you too, babe.”
“Goddammit,” Kankuro mumbles, sending Lee and Gaara both death glares.
Lee is not sure when it happened but when he looks over, he notices the length of Gaara’s arm pressed against his own, warm and solid. He probably should have noticed Gaara coming closer, but he didn’t. Strange.
::
It’s later when Lee finds himself tucked into the corner seat of Gaara’s sofa, knees drawn up in front of him, watching as Gaara sits himself in front of the TV to set up their movie.
“You know,” Lee begins as Gaara flips through titles, “It has been a very long time since I have seen the Princess and the Frog and it is one of my favorites.”
Gaara turns around to look at him, one eyebrow half raised, face as questioning as it will ever look, “We watched that last weekend.”
“And that was a very long time ago!” Lee asserts, hands flying up as he speaks, “I do not even remember what exercises I did that day!”
“You ran eight miles at the track,” Gaara deadpans, turning back around to the movies. However, Lee notices, he has begun to type in the search bar t h e p r i n c e- “And then you lifted weights for an hour. Did one hundred pull ups.”
“Oh,” Lee nods, though it never occurs to him to question how Gaara remembered that, “Well, it still feels like a long time ago.”
“It always does,” Gaara nods, sliding back onto the couch and a respectful distance from Lee.
“Gaara,” Lee starts, waiting for the red haired boy to look up at him before continuing, “Do you like cuddling?”
“No.”
“Oh,” Lee mumbles, eyes dropping back down to his knees.
“Do you?” asks Gaara, fingertips reaching out to Lee’s shoulder.
Lee shrugs and mumbles, “I do not have the experience to make an accurate judgement.”
“Oh,” Gaara mimics him from earlier and just when Lee thinks they are going to settle into silence as the opening credits play, Gaara speaks again, ever quiet, “I might...enjoy it. If I was with the right person.”
“Oh,” Lee nods again, barely having enough time to wonder who exactly is the right person for Gaara when he feels those hands searching him out again, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt and yanking Lee closer, “Oh!”
“Yes, oh,” Gaara smiles and now that he has Lee closer, he shuffles around uncomfortably, awkwardly lifting his arm to wrap around Lee’s shoulders, “Like...this?”
“That is perfect!” Lee shouts, moving in so his body leans fully against Gaara’s. As the movie plays, Lee whispers all of his favorite lines, sings along to every song and cries when Ray dies. By the end, he has his legs pulled up and haphazardly rested on Gaara’s thighs, face pushing against Gaara’s chest when he cries. Gaara, for his part, has his fingers tightly wrapped in the shoulder of Lee’s shoulder, pulling him closer and closer still.
It’s nice.
::
2. Kakashi and Iruka
Lee has been waiting for the bus to take him back to his apartment for approximately five minutes. He had spent too long on campus again; training in the morning, lunch with Neji and Tenten in between classes and then studying in the library with Gaara. It was a nice day and Lee was satisfied with the work he had accomplished, but as a result, the campus is mostly empty and Lee waits for his bus alone. But this is fine! Lee values alone time for clarity of thought!
Behind him he hears the shuffling of feet and he turns, leaning against the post next to him to watch. A little ways away, along the pathway that leads out to the parking lot, Professors Hatake and Umino walk side by side, each clad in shoulder bags and jackets. Iruka-sensei must be telling an exciting story because his hands are flying wildly in front of him while Kakashi-sensei nods along, hand coming up every once in a while to pet Iruka’s shoulder or laugh when the professor gets a little too lively in his recounting.
“Hold, please,” Kakashi-sensei says, one hand reaching out to grab onto Iruka’s forearm, stopping him in place. He keeps his hand there while the other digs around in his bag, “Hmm, if I only I could find it.”
“What are you looking for?” Iruka asks, stepping further into Kakashi’s space and it takes a second for Lee to understand why that registers as weird to him. Iruka-sensei generally keeps a very formal, professional, relationship around his coworkers but especially with Kakashi-sensei; he is always glaring at the pale haired man and taking steps back. This is the first time Lee has ever seen Iruka take steps closer to Kakashi, especially not while looking so...comfortable.
“Oh, nothing important, I suppose,” Kakashi replies, still continuing his search, “Perhaps you’ve stolen it.”
“Stolen? Kakashi, you better-”
“Aha! Here it is!” Kakashi smiles (or at least, Lee thinks he’s smiling. The way his eye crinkles definitely looks like he’s probably smiling) pulling his hand out of his bag in a gesture Lee has never seen before. It is empty but his thumb and pointer finger press together at an awkward angle that he shows to Iruka like it’s supposed to mean something.
“And it seems you have stolen it,” Kakashi says, free hand reaching out to brush against Iruka’s cheekbone, tapping excitedly through his hair when he notices the blush painting Iruka’s face, “My heart, after all.”
There is a moment of silence in which Lee is fairly certain he sees every possible emotion flicker on Iruka-sensei’s face before he settles on annoyed, grabbing Kakashi’s hand out of the air and whipping his head around to scan the area, though he doesn’t seem to notice Lee where he leans, still waiting for his bus, “Kakashi! We’re still on campus!”
“And?” Kakashi asks as he is tugged forward by the smaller man, voice amused, “Do you think my love for you stops the moment I step foot on these grounds?”
“You’re so embarrassing, we’re at work!” Iruka yells, but his grip has slipped down from Kakashi��s arm to his hand, fingers threading together as he pulls Kakashi to one single shared car.
Love, Lee thinks. Love!
Who better to ask, really, than a most respected professor like Kakashi-sensei.
::
Lee does not hesitate to knock on Kakashi-sensei’s office door the next day. Sure, this is not strictly a school matter but it is an education matter and Kakashi has pledged to always help in the name of learning! Lee is pretty sure of that, at least.
“Come in,” Kakashi says from the other side of the door, nodding when Lee opens it and sits down in front of him, “Ahh, Lee, what can I help you with today?”
“Honorable Sensei, I have a question of the most valuable degree!” Lee announces, posture perfectly straight. Kakashi only raises his one visible eyebrow and nods for him to continue and suddenly Lee feels awkward. Sheepish. One hand reaches up to rub against the back of his neck and his cheeks feel warm but he powers through. The most important things to learn always have the most difficult questions! Probably. So, fighting his embarrassment, he brings his other hand up in the same awkward gesture he had seen Kakashi do the previous day and asks, “What does this mean?”
“Ah,” Kakashi nods, hands coming to cross in front of him as he leans back in his chair, “So you saw that yesterday, did you?”
“I did not mean to intrude, Kakashi-sensei, I swear I would not ever try to invade your most private moments!” he swears valiantly and then continues a little quieter, “I was waiting for my bus.”
“It’s alright, Lee, I don’t blame you,” Kakashi nods, one hand up to calm Lee and then morphs it into the same gesture as before, “It’s a finger heart. See?
He uses his free hand to trace the corners of the heart and then rubs the back of his neck, closing his eyes when he says, “Stupid, really, but it’s fun, to do little things like that for the people you love. Just don’t tell Iruka, okay? He would feel...quite embarrassed.”
“But why would he be embarrassed about your purity of love?” Lee asks, astonished. Iruka-sensei should cherish the unbridled love Kakashi-sensei so freely gives him!
“He’s not, really, he just likes to be professional at work,” Kakashi amends, resting his hands back down on his desk, “It’s nothing to worry about, Lee.”
“If you say so, Kakashi-sensei, I trust in your word!” Lee nods seriously and then looks back down at his hand, “So it is just...a heart?”
“Yes, Lee, just a heart,” Kakashi agrees.
“Oh,” Lee replies and decides he would like to use it for someone as well.
::
He sees Gaara ambling towards the library as he walks out of the offices and before he can stop himself, he shouts, “Gaara-san! I have something for you!”
“Lee?” Gaara asks, voice quiet, turning slowly to look at him. Lee’s fingers thrust out in a tiny heart shaped message towards Gaara but he does not seem to respond the way Iruka-sensei had the day before. Instead, Gaara’s eyes flicker back and forth between Lee’s face and his hand before finally, quietly, saying, “I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh,” Lee nods and tries not to feel disappointed; afterall, he had not known what it meant either. He uses his other hand to trace over the corners and says, “It is a heart! For you!”
“Why would you give me a heart?” Gaara asks, face finally coming to life as he scrunches his eyebrows ever so slightly.
Lee’s face heats up as he ponders the question. Why exactly is he giving Gaara a heart, his heart? His brain runs past all the different reasonings before he settles on, “Because I like you!”
“Oh,” Gaara mumbles, eyes falling to his feet as his cheeks seem to gain a slight coloring they did not have before. Strange, Lee thinks to himself, cocking his head to the side as he watches the color brush across the other boy’s cheeks, “I see.”
It is still not the reaction Lee had been hoping for (though what, really, had he been wanting? He is still unsure) and Gaara must be able to tell because his eyes flash to Lee’s still outstretched hand and he mumbles, “Um,” and then he brings his own two hands up in front of his chest, curving them together in a single shape.
“For you,” Gaara says, thrusting the hand-heart out towards Lee.
Something absolutely bursts inside of Lee. His whole body feels warm and alive and he finds he has no control over his actions because suddenly he’s jumping forward, flinging his arms around Gaara’s shoulders and crying into his neck, “Thank you, my most precious friend!”
“It’s okay, Lee,” Gaara says in a low tone, bringing his arms to wrap around Lee’s waist after only a moment of hesitation. His fingers dig into Lee’s back and he whispers, “I like you too.”
At this, Lee’s heart flutters hard in his chest, though he is not entirely sure why. Peculiar. He ignores it and stays in Gaara’s arms for perhaps a beat too long; the red haired boy is warm, afterall.
::
3. Shikamaru and Temari  
It is a sunny day; Lee finds himself running laps on the trail near his apartment that wraps around a little meadow. He cannot quite seem to find the will to stop, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming and the sweet burn in his muscles has him energized for days! He could run forever! Or, perhaps more realistically, for another two miles.
On his third lap he watches as Shikamaru and Temari throw a blanket on the ground and then settle under a tree, Shikamaru with his back pressed up against its bark and Temari flat on the ground, head resting in his lap. It’s cute, the way Shikamaru’s fingertips trace over her shoulders lazily as she talks but it leaves Lee wondering. Would it feel nice to have someone draw shapes into his skin? Would it be nice to press secrets with his fingers back in return?
By his sixth lap the pair have changed position, now Temari sits against the tree with Shikamaru in her lap, his hair undone so she can comb through it with her fingers and scratch at his scalp. It stops Lee in his tracks because it has never occurred to him to switch off like that. It is so, so, reciprocal. Stumbling over to the two on exercise-wobbly legs, he drops down in the grass waving a brief hello.
“Hey, Lee,” Temari smiles at him, nudging Shikamaru roughly on the shoulder when all he does is grunt in response.
“Yeah, hi, whatever,” he mumbles, eyes still closed, one arm stretched out against the length of Temari’s leg so he can wrap his fingers around her ankle, thumb rubbing slow, soft circles into the skin there.
“Hi, Temari! Hi, Shikamaru!” he greets back, smiling wide at the two of them. And though he meant to just approach them for some friendly conversation, he finds himself unable to look away from Temari’s fingers threaded in Shikamaru’s hair. He wonders if Gaara would pet his hair that nicely. He wonders why he wonders that in the first place. Odd.
“You alright, Lee?” she asks, bringing one hand up to wave in front of his face.
“Hm?” he blinks at her, eyes widening as he perks back up, “Oh, yes! I am excellent! I am thriving in this sunlight, exercising is the food that brings youthful energy to life!”
“Yeah...” Temari agrees, trailing off as her eyebrows knit together, “Just seems like maybe you were thinking about something, is all.”
“Well,” he begins, picking at the grass in front of his crossed legs, “I wish to know how you...do it.”
“Do it?” Temari asks, voice lowering as she squints at Lee. Shikamaru, who seems not to have paid this conversation any attention, makes a little noise of displeasure when her hand stops moving. She begins again, fingers combing slowly through his hair as she asks, “What do you mean?”
“How do you partake in a relationship such as yours, one of the most highly honorably nature, two youthful hearts, combining as one to form a whole new-”
“Alright, alright, loverboy, I get it,” Temari waves off, laughing at the righteous look on Lee’s face. Then she starts nudging Shikamaru’s shoulders, poking him until his eyes blink open, “I know you were listening, stop being lazy and answer Lee’s question.”
“Hm,” Shikamaru sighs, closing his eyes again and settling further into Temari’s lap. He pauses for so long Lee has a slight fear that he has fallen asleep, but then the man’s lips twist and he shrugs, “It’s just, like...you know.”
Before Lee can carefully remind Shikamaru that he does not know, that is why he is asking the question in the first place, Temari is poking him again, snapping, “No, Shikamaru, I don’t know. What’s it like to be in love with me? Hint, really think about this before you answer.”
“It’s just like, everything in life is such a drag, you know? Work, school, dealing with people,” Shikamaru lists off slowly, though Lee wants to argue with him (he loves working and school and he loves dealing with people!), but then his hand moves up and, without even opening his eyes, he feels out Termari’s forearm all the way down to her hand and threads their fingers together loosely and Lee finds himself transfixed on the action, “But being with Temari is just, the only thing that’s not a drag.”
Temari laughs and although her voice is smug, Lee can see the blush that stains her cheeks, “I guess you can answer right sometimes, genius.”
“Oh,” Lee says, closing his eyes to think about what Shikamaru really means. Lee just needs to find someone who is better than everything else he loves. He thinks of a shock of red hair and all the nights he spent convincing Gaara to watch a cartoon movie over horror. And all the times Gaara had let him, “I see.”
They’re quiet after that, but Lee just has one more question. He sits up straighter and asks, “Temari-san?”
“Yes, Lee?”
“Do you think Gaara considers me a drag?” he asks, eyes still focused on the ground, fingers twitching around blades of grass, “You are his sister, after all.”
“Oh, honey,” Temari says, deliberately making her voice softer as she reaches out, hand letting go of Shikamaru’s to hold on to Lee’s, “It’s hard to tell what Gaara is thinking but I guarantee he doesn’t think you’re a drag.”
“Fantastic!” Lee shouts, jumping to his feet, “Then, in the springtime of my youth, I will-”
“Alright, alright,” Shikamaru interrupts, without opening his eyes, “Go find your boy already,”
Lee is not sure why Shikamaru called Gaara that, if he is being honest. He is also not sure why he likes it so much. Either way it makes the pit of his belly feel warm and tingly.
::
He finds Gaara in the parking lot outside of his apartment. Sitting on the curb, hunched over, reading a book for class. Lee skids to a stop in front of him, hands on his hips as he yells, “Gaara! What are you doing sitting on the ground?”
“Protecting my sanity,” Gaara responds without looking up, finger carefully turning the page of his book.
“Sanity?” Lee asks, cocking his head to the side, watching the fading sunlight dance rouge in Gaara’s hair.
“Kiba is upstairs with Kankuro,” Gaara replies, finally meeting Lee’s eyes with a grimace, “They are loud.”
“We should tell them to be quiet then! They must be respectful of your space even if they share it! It is not polite to-”
“It’s alright, Lee,” Gaara all but hisses and then pats his hand flat on the curb next to him once, “Sit.”
Lee sits, closer than he had truly aimed for, close enough that their shoulders and thighs brush together warmly. Gaara is always so warm, “Gaara-kun?”
“Yes, Lee?”
“I do not think you are a drag!” Lee announces, face drawn together seriously when Gaara turns to look at him, “There are some things that I do not enjoy but above all else I value our time together.”
Gaara stares at him, expression unchanging for too long, long enough that something dark and unwanted begins to whirl in Lee’s stomach, but then his hand is reaching out, brushing the hair out of Lee’s face as he says, “I’m glad.”
His hand stays on Lee’s face longer than necessary but Lee finds himself unwilling to pull away. Instead, he allows Gaara to slowly, ever so slowly, run a thumb along his cheek and pet his hair, leaning in to Gaara’s every feather light touch. It is nicer than he thought it would be.
“And Lee?” Gaara asks, pulling his hand away but leaning his shoulder heavily against Lee’s own, “I value our time as well.”
::
4. Naruto and Sasuke
Lee has been sitting outside of his class for about twenty minutes. He has a break between classes that he usually fills with other things, but today he is not busy or hungry, so he is patiently waiting for his class to begin. And in this entire time, Naruto has been pacing up and down the hallway, in a building which Lee is almost positive his friend has never stepped foot in before, muttering angrily to himself.
“I don’t know why Ebisu-sensei wouldn’t just let me sit in on the class, it’s not like I would be getting credit for it, I mean who cares!” Naruto half shouts for the tenth time, throwing his arms up in the air, “That closetted pervert has it out for me, Bushy Brows, I know he does.”
“I am sure it is nothing like that, Naruto,” Lee reassures, watching his friend pace, “And, Naruto-san, it is quite rude to call a sensei a ‘closetted pervert.’”
“Well, he is one!”
“Still,” Lee says and then shakes his head, opting to change the subject, “Why do you need to get in there so bad anyways? You do not have class in this building.”
“Sasuke is in there,” Naruto snaps and already Lee is nodding along. He does not even need the rest of the explanation if he is being honest; all he needed to hear was Sasuke, “And he has this big presentation that he was all worried about and I just want to support him!”
“Support him?” Lee asks, frowning, “Why does Sasuke need your support?”
“Because he’s my boyfriend,” Naruto says, stopping to frown right back at Lee, “And that’s what you do when you’re dating someone, Lee. Yeesh, haven’t you ever had a girlfriend?”
“No, I have not,” Lee shakes his head.
“Boyfriend?”
“I have not had a boyfriend either,” Lee says, looking at Naruto with wide, earnest eyes.
“Oh,” Naruto stares at him, looking stunned, “You mean you and Gaara-”
“Gaara is one of my most precious friends!” Lee announces, cheeks warming at just the thought.
“Huh,” Naruto sighs, walking over to sit next to Lee on the bench, “Well. Well, when you date someone, Bushy Brows, you’re going to want to be there for them. Like...Like help them when they need help, be a shoulder to cry on, all that stuff.
“And be there when they have to give big presentations, if only pervy senseis would-” Naruto is half way through his rant, fist still waving in the air when Sasuke Uchiha walks out of the auditorium and into the hall.
He looks incredibly nonplussed to Lee, blowing the hair out of his face and leaning against the wall, “Hey loser, what are you still doing here?”
“Sasuke!” Naruto yells, on his feet in a flash. He takes in the way Sasuke is holding himself, the nonchalance, the smug look on his face, and suddenly he’s running to the dark haired boy and throwing his arms around him, “I knew you’d kill your presentation, Sasuke, I don’t know why you were so worried, you’re one of the smartest people I know, I mean how could anyone else in there even dream of-”
“Naruto!” Sasuke shouts, eyes flickering to Lee as he shoves Naruto off of him, brushing his hands down his shirt to straighten it, “I wasn’t worried.”
“You were!” Naruto shouts right back, arms reaching out for Sasuke again. His hands land on Sasuke’s shoulders, gripping them tight as he begins to excitedly reiterate, “We practiced all night, but you didn’t even need it! It was perfect from the get go, but I know you were worried so I tried to be there for you but that-”
“Naruto!” Sasuke snaps again, cutting him off with an angry shout, but his cheeks are pink and his hands are rested firmly on Naruto’s hips even if he’s still keeping a distance between them, “You’re so embarrassing.”
“Sasuke!” Naruto says, throwing his head back, half defeated, half angry, “Why won’t you ever let me support you?!”
“I do, I do, shut up, okay?” Sasuke snaps, but it’s softer this time, almost like he’s consoling Naruto. His eyes glance at Lee one more time, like he’s embarrassed about doing this in front of someone, before he pulls Naruto in for a real hug, fingers gripping hard at his back as he whispers, nearly too quiet for Lee to hear, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, that’s what I’m here for,” Naruto mumbles sullenly against Sasuke’s hair.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Sasuke laughs, pushing his face against Naruto’s, “You know.”
“I know,” Naruto nods, pulling back to smile at Sasuke, “I love you too.”
Sasuke’s face contracts strangely, like he’s desperately holding back a smile. Once he gets it smoothed out again, he nods forward and asks, “Hey loser, you want to go get ramen?”
“Loser? Loser? After everything I just did for you Sasuke, and you’re going to call me-”
“I’ll buy.”
“...” Naruto’s silence is often more telling than his yelling and Lee can see from his face that he is cracking, “Alright, but only because you know ramen is my weakness.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go,” Sasuke’s voice is bored but his fingers thread with Naruto’s as he drags him through the halls.
Support. Lee nods to himself and considers the obvious importance of the idea. It may look a little strange coming from Naruto and Sasuke, but he is sure this is an idea he can use to his advantage!
::
He’s at Gaara’s apartment that night, again, watching a horror movie that he does not understand, nor particularly care to, when he sits up, twisting sharply to look at Gaara, “If you need a shoulder to cry on, I am here!”
“I...” Gaara begins, eyebrows twitching together as he stares at Lee, “I don’t usually cry during scary movies.”
“Oh,” Lee says, trying to think back to what Naruto had told him, “Well, if you have a presentation to give, I will be there to watch!”
“You have your own classes, Lee,” Gaara gently reminds him, still looking mostly confused.
“That is...factual,” Lee consents, looking down at his hands in his lap, “I want to help you when you need help.”
“Help?” Gaara asks, bewildered. Lee just nods, ignoring the odd ache that settles just below his heart and smiling when Gaara reaches forward to grab one of Lee’s hands in his own and says, “Of course.”
“Huh?” Lee asks, looking back up at his friend. Gaara’s eyes are wide and his fingers pet gently against Lee’s hands before he reaches out to pull him back in completely against him. Once Gaara has settled Lee against his chest, he strokes his fingers against Lee’s shoulder, his arm, and says, “I accept your offer. And I would like to...extend one of my own.”
“You want to support me?” Lee asks, cheeks hot from the words.
“Yes, Lee,” Gaara nods, “I always do.”
::
5. Tenten and Neji
Lee and Tenten have been workshopping their project for Guy-sensei’s class for the last three hours when Neji walks in. He doesn’t say a word, just offers a nod at Lee, sets a steaming coffee in front of Tenten, leans down to press a kiss against her forehead and then turns to walk away.
Lee is baffled. Who visits their girlfriend without saying a single word! He says as much to Neji, calling after him as he walks away. Neji turns, hair draping around his shoulders and raises one eyebrow at Tenten.
“Alright, we’ll take a break,” Tenten sighs, pulling out the seat next to her and patting it, “Come over here, you snob.”
To anyone else, Neji’s face might look neutral but Lee has known him far too long for that; he can tell the long haired boy is incredibly pleased to slip into the seat next to his girlfriend.
“I still do not understand,” Lee begins, looking between the two of them, “He did not say a single word to you!”
“Am I allowed to speak now?” Neji asks coyly, the corner of his lips turning up as he side eyes Tenten.
“Yes, Neji, you’re allowed to speak,” Tenten sighs, rolling her eyes before turning back to Lee, “When we first started dating, I was camped out here working on a killer midterm and Neji came to check on me. It was sweet at first. Then he just. Kept. Coming. Back.”
“You had practically moved into the library,” Neji counters, resting his hands gently on the table in front of him, “I thought I needed to come visit you. Check your sanity and make sure someone was feeding you.”
“All you did was distract me!” she argues, turning to glare at him.
“You were in here an alarming amount!” Neji explains, “Even Hinata was worried.”
“Hinata is worried about everyone all the time, Neji,” Tenten rolls her eyes again while Neji just smiles fondly.
“Yes, well, she’s a very caring person, you can’t fault her for that.”
“Oh, she’s not the one I was furious with that day,” Tenten laughs and then turns back to Lee, “After about the tenth check up, I screamed at him. In the library. In front of everyone.”
“She told me if I didn’t leave her presence immediately, she would cut off my hair and use it to chain me to the bike racks,” Neji laughs, brushing his hands through his hair like he’s checking it’s still there.
“I would never have done it,” Tenten says, reaching out her own hand to run through his hair as well, “I like your hair too much.”
“Well, now you see Lee, if I want to check on her, I am only allowed to drop a coffee off and leave,” Neji explains, smiling mutley at his girlfriend, “No additional contact.”
“When I’m busy, I’m busy,” Tenten shrugs.
“But I thought,” Lee starts, confused as he looks between the two of them, “Naruto told me when you are dating someone, you are supposed to support them.”
“And this is how I support her,” Neji nods, “Or how I was so nicely trying to before you pulled me back.”
“Nice, shmice,” Tenten laughs, nudging Neji with her shoulder, “You just owe me for last weekend when I carried you piggyback all the way up the hill after you sprained your ankle.”
“Yes, well,” Neji says, cheeks pink, “That was you supporting me.”
“So, with Gaara, how do I, am I supposed to...” Lee trails off, trying to process this new information.
“With Gaara?” Tenten asks, raising both of her eyebrows at Lee.
“Well, yes,” Lee nods, “Kankuro told me love is a hassle but that it is nice, Kakashi-sensei told be to nice things for my beloved, Shikamaru said to be with someone you enjoy and you and Naruto are both telling me to support but in completely different ways. How do I use all of those with Gaara?”
“Are you...” Neji starts, looking gently at his friend, “Are you dating Gaara?”
“Dating? Of course not!” Lee remarks, frowning at the two of them, “He is my most precious friend!”
“But Lee,” Tenten leans forward, one hand reaching out for Lee’s, “Do you want to date him?”
“We are friends, Tenten,” Lee argues, furrowing his eyebrows.
“But you want to support him and be with him,” Neji tries to explain, “The way couples do.”
“Don’t you like spending time with him?” Tenten asks, “Without everyone else around?”
“Yes, of course!” Lee says, “We have a very deep bond!”
“Mhmm,” Tenten agrees, “You do. And you like holding hands. And cuddling. And you like taking care of him. But you don’t want to date him?”
“I have never even thought about it because it is-” Lee cuts himself off, thinking about how much he wanted Gaara to pet his hair, how he wants to be there for Gaara always, how he wants to run his fingers through red hair and wake up in warm arms and “Oh!”
“Lee?” Tenten asks, squeezing his hand in hers, “You got it?”
“He got it,” Neji confirms next to her, the two of them staring at Lee’s still shocked face.
“I want to date Gaara!” Lee shouts, standing abruptly from the table, placing both hands flat against its surface as he stares excitedly at his friends, “I like Gaara! I really like Gaara!”
“He got it!” Tenten and Neji chant, throwing their arms up to wrap around him as he jitters from excitement.
“Tenten,” He begins, pulling away, “I know this project is very important, and I want to stay and complete it but-”
“Go get your man,” Tenten waves away, moving to help him gather all of his belongings, whisper-shouting after him as he runs out of the library, “Have fun, Lee!”
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Lee bangs on Gaara’s door perhaps a bit too aggressively, one hand holding a small bundle of flowers he had picked along the way while the other slams against the door, but he cannot contain himself and this new information which resonates so clearly with him now. It makes sense, now that he thinks about it; the warmth he feels whenever Gaara looks at him, the way his fingers long to press shapes into Gaara’s skin, the way his bottom lip always seems to distract Lee when he speaks.
“What the hell?” Kankuro shouts as he opens the door, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes (even though it is four in the afternoon) and glaring at Lee.
“Hello, Kankuro-san!” Lee rushes, eyes glancing over Kankuro’s shoulder, “Is Gaara home?”
“He’s-”
“Hello, Lee,” Gaara speaks quietly from behind Kankuro, taking a step closer as Kankuro rolls his eyes dramatically and stomps away, “Would you like to come inside?”
“No!” Lee chants and then hurries to correct himself when he sees Gaara’s fingers curl uncomfortably tighter around the door frame, “I do! Just not yet!
“Gaara,” he begins, trying again, “I wish to support you and protect you and be with you until the day I die!”
“Lee,” Gaara very nearly gasps. It’s more of a shocked whisper, but the closest to a gasp Lee thinks he’s ever heard from the smaller man.
“Be my boyfriend!” Lee shouts, barrelling through with his impromptu speech. He flashes a bright smile and shoves the flowers in Gaara’s direction, “You already are, and have always been, my most precious friend! But now I wish for you to be my most precious person and for I to be your most precious in return.
“I understand if you do not return the sentiment,” Lee continues when Gaara just stares at him quietly, pushing the flowers even closer to him, “But I thought I should let you know that every shudder of my heart is for you, and every breath I-”
Lee is cut off by Gaara, taking two swift steps forward and placing his hands on either side of Lee’s face. Fingers brushing against Lee’s brow bone, and eyes staring into Lee’s own, he has never felt this caught out before. He has never felt this right. Gaara leans in and tugs Lee down in one action, bumping their foreheads together, their noses and whispering, “Lee. You were already my most precious person.”
And then Lee gets to experience soft lips against his own, to breathe the same air and press flowers into Gaara’s hip, to feel his warm hands still hard and immovable on Lee’s face, but rubbing gentle circles into the skin there with his thumbs.
“Do you accept my offer?” Lee asks, voice quiet when he pulls back, not far because it feels like if he steps out of Gaara’s warm embrace now he is liable to freeze, but just far enough to speak, lips brushing against the skin above Gaara’s lips with every word.
“Lee,” Gaara actually smiles now and bumps his nose playfully against Lee’s, “I want nothing more than to be by your side, as long as you’ll have me. Of course I accept your offer.”
Lee’s heart flutters in his chest and his veins tingle with excitement and he thinks this must be what love feels like as he presses endearments into Gaara’s chin, his eyelids, his cheeks, revelling in the breathy laugh that earns him in return.
“Wow,” Kankuro snipes from behind them, sitting on the counter with his feet dangling in the air, watching all of this play out in front of him, “That was so sweet, I might puke. Y’all are nasty.”
“But the purity of love, Kankuro-san! It is here and-”
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+1 Lee and Gaara
Lee’s leg bounces under his desk, jittering erratically as he tries in vain to listen to Guy-sensei. This is his favorite class and his favorite professor and yet he finds himself completely unfocused, checking his watch for text messages every ten seconds and then checking his phone just to make sure.
If it wasn’t for the storm.
Tenten throws an elbow into his side and whispers, “Lee, shush!” when he begins tapping his fingers on the desk.
“I cannot help it, Tenten!” Lee whispers back, fingers still acting on their own accord. Without looking up from the board, Tenten’s hand flies out, grabbing onto Lee’s and threading their fingers together. And squeezing. Hard. He freezes all of his movements then and she lets the pressure drop but keeps her hold on his hand as she continues to write down everything Guy-sensei says.
Lee renews his efforts to focus, but quickly finds himself looking at the analogue clock behind Guy-sensei’s head, looking down at his watch, then again at his phone. Worries about how Gaara should have landed by now. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repe-
The second Lee’s phone starts buzzing in his lap, he is out of his chair and power walking to the door, ignoring Guy-sensei’s shout of, “Lee! Where are you going?”
“Sorry, Guy-sensei!” he shouts back right before shutting the door behind him and answering the phone.
“Hello?” he answers, “Gaara? My precious lotus leaf?”
“Lee,” a voice hisses into his ear, because even after seven months Gaara is still embarrassed by Lee’s more colorful pet names for him.
“Was your flight okay?” Lee asks, ignoring Gaara’s half-annoyed, half amused huff, “The storm started just after you left, I’ve been so worried all day.”
“There was some...turbulence but-”
“Turbulence?” Lee very nearly shrieks in the quiet hallway, voice echoing around him.
“Yes, turbulence, Lee,” Gaara affirms, “Temari and I are fine, though, we have our bags and are heading home now.”
“Okay,” Lee nods but he still wishes Gaara was here so he could look him over and then pull him in close. He wishes Gaara had just waited another week to fly home so that they could have been on the same flight.
“And next week, you, Shikamru, Kankuro and Kiba will all fly out here together,” Gaara reminds him softly, “And I will be there to pick you up at the gate.”
“Yeah,” Lee smiles. He has never been to Suna (though he’s not sure he’s ever particularly wanted to go there. So hot) so when Gaara had asked him to come home for winter break with him he had jumped at the opportunity. He had not wanted to be separated for Gaara long anyways, “I am excited.”
“As am I, dear one,” Gaara says into the phone, unaware of how it makes Lee’s entire body feel jittery and alive, “But you should get back to class.”
“But Gaara-”
“You have a final on Friday, Lee,” Gaara reminds him, while Lee pouts, back leaned against the wall, “Go back to class. Call me when you get out, okay?”
“Okay,” Lee nods and angles his body back towards the classroom door, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Lee,” Gaara replies. It’s soft and reserved and Lee can tell just by the tone that Gaara is smiling around the words. Lee hangs up the phone with a long suffering sigh and walks back into the classroom as casual as possible, ambling quietly to his seat.
“Lee!” Guy-sensei calls out, hands on his hips as he frowns down at his star pupil, “What was that all about?”
“Sorry, Guy-sensei!” Lee shouts back, posture straightening. But when he can’t keep the smile from lingering on his face when he says, “That was my boyfriend. His flight took off right before it started storming. He is alright though!”
He hears a couple ‘awws’ from around the room and blushes, sitting down carefully in his seat and trying to ignore the burning heat in his cheeks, head whipping up when he hears a scoff from the other side of the small room.
“Nice to know you got a ten minute call,” Kankuro snarks, “I’m his brother and all I got was a text that says ‘I’m alive stop bothering me.’”
Lee gasps, horrified at the brusqueness of his boyfriend, “I will remind him to be more considerate with his favorite brother!”
“I’m his only brother,” Kankuro laughs.
“But you are still very dear to him, Kankuro-san!” Lee defends, eyes round and sincere as he stares at Kankuro, “I know he values you most highly!”
Kankuro’s face twitches oddly, looking at Lee like he can’t believe what the man is saying before he softens and smiles and says, “Yeah. Thanks, Lee.”
“Alright, alright, enough with the chit chat. Time to pay attention to the most important person in the room,” Guy-sensei calls out, turning his nose up, “Me.”
a/n based on this post 
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sugoi-writes · 5 years ago
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ilomilo- Midoriya X Reader (BNHA)- Part 1
S-So, my usual content overs around fluff or n/sfw, but I came up with a loose concept that has a little bit of everything, including some angst! All characters are aged up to 20, and you have a quirk! I hope you enjoy part one of whatever musing this is! (I’ll think of a name later!) ~2.2k Words
Summary: You’re on the run with some stolen goods, and you’re injured mid pursuit. You don’t know if you should be relieved or terrified that a familiar hero intervenes. You aren’t willing to go down without a fight.
Quirk- Empath: An extreme mental/psychic link, that can force a person to experience forged (or the person’s) emotions/feelings. This can range from emotional distress to extreme phantom pains. This can hinder or cripple a user, but never physically hurt them. The quirk is initiated through eye contact instantaneously, and can last up to 5 minutes. The affects may dwindle due to outside interference (distractions or injuries to either party), or an incredible mental resistance. 
The blaring sirens and the harsh licks of rain beating on your exposed skin were more than enough to keep you running. You desperately clutch your side, bleeding profusely as you try your best to shake off your pursuers.
Your satchel bounces haphazardly as you continue to bound down a particularly cold and damp alleyway. You grimace as you hear the dreaded phrase, “STOP RESISTING! FREEZE!” Like you had a choice to right now!
Bobbing and weaving between debris, shouting and gunfire, you manage to duck behind a dumpster. You sigh shallowly, shakily looking at your hand to find a thick masking of scarlet. You wouldn’t be able to keep running like this… you knew that. You fumble for your pistol, detaching the clip momentarily to find… you’re almost out of bullets. And this would definitely become another shoot out if you weren’t careful.
You take a hefty breath, your hand trembling as you grit your teeth. At the rate of your decline, you think that it may be for the best. If you were going down anyway, you needed to go down with a fight. Dying in an alleyway before getting back home wasn’t ideal, but you would rather go down in a blaze… versus bleeding out pathetically behind this dumpster.
Your prior fear for your life was over shrouded by pure adrenaline (you’d later blame your wound for that). You hear more shouting, egging you to come out with your hands up. You furrowed your brow, nodding as you psych yourself up.
When you hear a police officer warn you once more, you leap from behind the dumpster, readying yourself. But before you or anyone else could dare shoot a single bullet, a brilliant flash of green light invades your senses. You reel from shock as an astounding force repels in all directions backwards, forcing you to brace yourself. As the light dims, and you recover, you pale to a sickly shade. You had thought things were already bad, but you find out to your horror what had caused that impact.
Deku. Number One Hero, Deku.
You grimace in pain from your worsening wound, as green, soul-piercing eyes meet yours. But, instead of heated anger, or even hatred, you find… concern. Worry. This man, this hero… was concerned for you. Your ears ring as you watch Deku’s mouth move, barking something to the police force behind him. Dammit… you can already feel yourself weakening with each tremble.
As the tension seemed to thicken, it suddenly lessened. The officers lower their weapons (whether in fear of what Deku said, or to stop him from getting caught up in the crossfire, you don’t know).
Your gun fumbles out of your hands, clattering to the ground as you struggle to stand. Deku looks back to you as you cry out, his hands instinctively going to the defensive. He slowly advances towards you, and you know that he’s speaking to you, but you aren’t able to make out his words.
You fall backward, landing hard on your rear, clutching yourself as you try to slink further away from the green-clad hero. In a last ditch effort, you lock eyes with him once more, letting out a blood curdling shriek.
“ STAY AWAY, YOU BASTARD!!!”
Deku winces and bows, reflecting your instinct to stop the bleeding on his right side. Your quirk was working, and he should be feeling the shredded flesh and hot blood running from your gunshot wounds. Though he is clearly in pain, he manages a sincere smile, slowly advancing towards you. As you focus on him, sending waves of panic and intense pain through his core, you manage to catch some of his words.
“ Trust me… th-this… doesn’t have to end... l-like this. Nggh-- N...Not in this alley, not with...m-more bloodshed! I w-want to help you... But I can only help you… i-if you let me!”
You shake your head desperately, able to see that he’s reeling, but not hindered beyond that. You hear commotion from behind the emerald hero, but he barks at them again. There’s no flashes, no shooting… he’s holding the force back, with the intent to actually save you.
“ Surely, even you know… my dream is to save--ghh… e-everyone. Everyone that I possibly can. Even those... who feel they are h-hopele-- fuck…!... U-Useless and abandoned... Even down-trotten people... l-like you…”
You hear the hero rasp, wincing with each inhale as he speaks to you. You know that the pain is only doubling, as you’re focusing what little energy you had left to really make the man HURT. But… here he is, smiling… SPARING you.
You tremble, tears streaming down your face as you instinctively shield yourself, unable to move any further.
” St...Stay back… pl-please, I…. y-you can’t...”
You cry out again, falling onto your left side, your face meeting cool asphalt, “...you...can’t save… people like…. M-me. I’m… already--”
You feel warmth enveloping you where you previously felt your blood run cold. You manage to look up as you are lifted off of the ground to a weak but sincere smile. Your cheek rests on something firm, yet warm. As your vision swims, you notice the color green enveloping you, and scarred, strong hands supporting you. Deku lifts you as if you were delicate chinaware, keeping you close as your quirk begins to dwindle.
“ It’s alright, Y/N. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be safe. I promise.”
Your eyes widen, as a sense of calmness rushes over you. You haven’t been able to feel your hands or legs for a while, and yet you feel a warmth budding in your chest. You know that Deku must feel it too, as a full, strong inhale makes his chest rise confidently. He sighs, turning around as your eyes are blinded by the blaring lights of an ambulance.
Deku softly cooes to you as the other voices and noises surrounding you bustle and violate your ears chaotically. You can hardly hear or see a thing as you’re laid out on a stretcher, and lifted into the brightly-lit vehicle.
“--sir! You can’t leave yet, we still need to file a--”
“Please. I’ll only be a little bit. I want to be sure she makes it safely. Besides… She’s gravely injured. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn't make sure she made it. Until then, Squad A- secure the perimeter. Make sure Squads B and C are taking testimonies and…--”
Your eyes flutter shut as the swarming voices and sounds of machinery fall onto deafening ears.
Slowly but surely, your senses dull and everything fades to black.
~
When you wake up next, you feel a dull pain radiating from your core, but not much past that. A bright, peaceful light fills the tiny room you’re in, and you blink a few times, unfamiliar with your surroundings. It is then you realize that you’re connected with an IV, your saline bag dangling above you.
When you try to sit up, a nurse with blonde locks walks by your cot, urging you to not make too much of a fuss. Using the bed’s control panel, she manages to help you sit up, the headboard and top part of the bed tilting up to support you. You glance around the small room, then to the nurse.
“Am I… at the (X) District… Hospital?” you groaned, your voice a bit dry as you struggle to speak. The nurse nods softly, smiling.
“Yes… but everything is already taken care of. The gentleman who brought you hear also visited and--”
You blink in confusion, narrowing your brow,” What…’gentleman’?” you questioned, dreading the answer that may follow.
“ I… to be honest, he was pretty reserved and covered up, but-- he came to visit while you were unconscious. You’ve been asleep for at least a day and a half. And looking at you, you probably needed the sleep!”
The nurse chuckles, and you reflexively probe at your dark circles, noticing that your bags weren’t as swollen as usual,” R...Right… but-- what happens… when I’m better?”
The nurse straightens her posture, as she picks up her clipboard, noting your vitals displayed on your monitor (you hadn’t even noticed the clamp on your index finger, checking your pulse).
“ Well, you’re… being transferred to a rehabilitation center, as recommended by the gentleman and your physician. You’ll be there for a while for treatment-- ahh, the flowers!”
You noted that the nurse seemed a little… spacey, for your liking, as you look to your bedpost, finding a small vase of yellow daffodils. Your brow raises, and your cheeks flushing at the realization you indeed had a visitor.
“T...Treatment… right,” your head hung slightly at this, before you stiffen,” W-Wait a sec, I have a friend at home actually-- th-they need at home care and-- please, you have to let me go home when I’m better--!”
You fumble around, looking for your satchel, before the nurse pats your knee,” Didn’t I tell you? Everything is taken care of. We have a nurse stationed at your house right now, and we put your friend on a plan to have her cared for everyday while you’re gone. With their condition, though, it wasn’t as life threatening as yours, so… they were able to stay home. We can assure you we’re working very hard to be sure they’re comfortable while you’re recovering.”
Your shoulders slump at this, and while you should be at ease that your friend is okay, something is nagging at you.
“I… I don’t have a lot of money, and sub-par health insurance. Between the rehab and a stay-at-home nurse, I… there’s no way I can pay for all of this… w-with all due respect,” you admit quietly, your chest feeling tight. That’s why… the satchel... It was full of medication to keep your friend stable, you… you would have rather risked your life than let your bank account or insurance hold you back.
The nurse sighed heavily, crossing her arms,” The gent that brought you? He has you covered. He paid for everything in full, up front. Your claims will still be noted on your insurance, but you’re already fully paid for. You don’t have to worry about anything. The bill, your friend, yourself… For this next while, it’s better to focus on recovery. Alright?”
You feel your chest clench again, knowing damn well that only a hero had that kind of money to cover those expenses. Midoriya…
You relax, letting your head rest on the pillow as the nurse finishes her vitals check, before she offers you another smile,” I know, right now… things seem confusing, and… really scary right now. But for now, just try and take things as they are, day by day. We will take care of your every need. And if there is anything you need, please reach out. Recovery is… difficult, but very humbling. And I think you’ll find that it’s very worthwhile in the end.”
You muse to yourself that the words seem to come from someone with experience to back up the claim. And in all honesty, you’re too tired to fight back or argue against it. You blink as the nurse smiles sweetly, showing you a toothy grin. You are a little shocked to see two sharpened canines smiling back at you, before the blonde hair nurse nods to herself.
“Well! For the moment, you’ve made some remarkable progress. With the amount of blood you lost… it’s astonishing you’re already feeling able to sit up.” She pulls something from her pocket, setting it by your gift and a full glass of water: medicine, thank goodness.
“Be sure to take this; you’ll probably need it to dull the pain. And if you need anything, just hit this button right here on your control panel.”
The nurse clutches her board to her chest after showing you your bed side controls, waving to you,” I have a few more patients to check on. But… I hope this was able to help clear your mind up a bit. Try to rest, if you can.”
Finally, the nurse turns on a small TV that’s mounted on your wall, handing you the remote. You nod and thank her quietly as she leaves you, alone. Your hand falls limp to your side, as you sigh deeply. This was… all such a relief and shock to you at the same time. This was so much to process, but like the nurse said, you figured it’s better to just take this one step at a time.
As you force yourself not to overthink, your eyes drift over to the flowers, glistening in the vase by your bed. You smile slightly to yourself, eyes fluttering to your window as the sun glimmers above a busy, bustling city. Daffodils… What was this guy thinking?
“You… must be in over your head huh, hero?” you muse to yourself, flashes of emerald and warm smiles flooding your thoughts as you zone out.
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shoutosteakettle · 4 years ago
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so technically right now we are at 499, but as someone who has little to no self-control or patience i’ve decided we are doing this right now. every time we hit a milestone i make sure to include the we or the us, because even though i might be the one doing all the writing or at least use to, there would be no way i could be where i am right now without you guys, so for what feels like the millionth time, i want to thank you guys. thank you for sticking with me through my highs and my lows. thank you for being there to catch me after all the times that i jumped. thank you for being the voice of reason guiding me away from my less than sensible choices. and thank you for being the light that shone brightest during my darkest moments.
you guys can just think of this celebration as a way for me to say thank you.
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so i guess this banner is more appropriate.
anyways, i’m sure i already bored you to death with the sappy stuff, so let’s get to the fun stuff!
instead of one night where you guys send in request and i write drabbles, i’m not doing that at all. i have a list of different things that you request! i kinda went all out here, so i’m hoping you guys do the same! feel free to request as many times as you want for everything! i think i used to many exclamation marks! i’m just excited! 
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first activity is matchups, i just need to know a couple of things about you so i can match your bnha counterpart :)
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- gender
- sexual orientation
- how your friends would describe your personality
- how you would spend a day off
- your zodiac sign
- your favorite genre of music
- and lastly, your biggest turn off
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so here are some prompts for fluff/angst headcannons! you can pick as many prompts from each alphabet as you want and the same for the characters, just remember not to go crazy with it and request all forty-eight letters with all of class 1-A.
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fluff-abet
attractive - what do they find attractive about the other?
baby - do they want a family? why/why not?
cuddle - how do they cuddle?
dates - what are dates with them like?
everything - you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)
feelings - when did they know they were in love?
gentle - are they gentle? If so, how?
hands - how do they like to hold hands?
impression - what was their first impression?
jealousy - do they get jealous?
kiss - how do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?
love - who says ‘I love you’ first?
memory - what’s their favourite memory together?
nickel - do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?
orange - what colour reminds them of their other half?
pet names - what pet names do they use?
quaint - what is their favourite non-modern thing?
rainy day - what do they like to do on a rainy day?
sad - how do they cheer themselves/others up?
talking - what do they like to talk about?
unencumbered - what helps them relax?
vaunt - what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?
wedding - when, how, where do they propose?
xylophone - what’s their song?
yes - do they ever think of getting married/proposing?
zebra - if they wanted a pet, what would they get?
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anst-abet ignore the fact that this might just be more fluff
accident - would they blame themselves if you died in an work related accident (assuming you’re both pros)?
bad habits - something their s/o wish they would stop doing?
crying - are they much of a crier?
distance  - how are they at long distance relationships?
emotion - what’s the emotion they tend to push away the most?
frustrated - what would it take to push them over the edge?
guilt - how do they deal with guilt cause by a mistake on their end?
heartbreak - how would they deal with a break up?
insecurities - how do they make you feel better about your flaws (vice versa)?
joyless - what’s something that makes them sad?
kill - would they kill for revenge?
lies - how do they react when you lie to them?
mistakes - how do they make up after a fight?
nightmare - how do they help you back to sleep after a nightmare?
offended - you offend them without knowing, how do they deal?
purgatory - how would they bring up the fact that you guys haven’t been, ahem, intimate in a while?
qualify - what part of themselves do they see as dangerous?
rejection -  how do they handle being rejected after professing their love to you?
sorrow - would they feel empty after your death?
traitor - how do they react to finding out you cheated on them?
urge - how badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?
vent - How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary?
woes - how do they cope with problems outside of your relationship?
x-ray - what makes them transparent? How obvious can they get around something they hate?
yearn - do old memories make them yearn for your touch?
(clock strikes) zero - how do they spend their last moments with their s/o? 
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that’s right, there aren’t prompts for drabbles because i have decided it is impossible for me to write those. whenever i’m given an idea for a fic i want to explore it to it’s fullest and make sure that i do it justice. so that’s why for any and all requests i get for fics will have a minimum word count of one thousand. it’s most likely that i won’t get these done until i’m old and grey and hanging out with my grandkids, so bear with me.
so to request you pick a number from either the fluff or angst column, and then a letter from the list of settings (the settings part is completely optional though). so for example, fluff 19k with shou or angst -26e w/ zuzu or just angst 6 with toshi.
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1. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”
2. “stay? just until i fall asleep.”
3. “i’m taking you home now.”
4. “i missed you so much.”
5. “i think you broke my nose!”
6. “if it makes you feel better, i’ll let you tell people you won against me.”
7. “just shut up and kiss me!”
8. “sleep over? please?”
9. “give me attention!”
10. “can you do anything without my help?”
11. “you’re jealous!”
12. “i’m here for you.”
13. “i love how soft your lips are.”
14. “so, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”
15. “did you put our cat in a onesie?”
16. “are you blushing? gross.”
17. “aren’t we supposed to be working?”
18. “i swear, if you took my leftovers, I will rip you limb from limb.”
19. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
20. “i swear i’m not sick.”
21. “stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
22. “is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
23. “where did you come from?”
24. “don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”
25. “sharing is caring.”
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ansgty angst
1.  “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ”
2. "sit down for a minute. please.”
3. “please don’t lie to me again, i can’t take it.”
4. “you changed me.”
5. “who did this to you?”
6. “the pain will always be there.”
7. “this.. this is all your fault!”
8. “ i was never what you wanted. ”
9. “did this mean anything to you? did i mean anything to you?”
10. “ this was never love. ”
11. “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ”
12. “why are you lying to me?”
13. “don’t come in.”
14. “i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”
15. “who was your first?”
16. “who was that?”
17. “what happened to us?” 
18. “i was forced to survive in your absence.”
19. “i don’t like the person you’ve become.”
20. “i’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”
21. “can you shut up for once in your life?”
22. “i do not want you here.”
23. “i’m worried about you.”
24. “you have no one on your side now.”
25. “why are there bruises all over your face?”
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settings ( so, there are 26 letters in the alphabet so i cut out the most useless one, k. it’s really just a low budget version of the letter c.)
a. in the rain
b. in a vehicle
c. in the street
d. on the sidewalk
e. in the bath
f. in the kitchen
g. in the snow
h. in a movie theater
i. in the moonlight
j. by the river
l. in the water
m. in the bedroom
n. in a bar
o. at a party
p. at the other’s place
q. by a campfire
r. in a cheap hotel room
s. it a cabin in the woods
t. in your garden
u. at a wedding 
v. in the office
w. in a book store
x. at the hospital
y. at a children's birthday party
z. in an abandon high school
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i feel the need to remind you guys that i write for characters outside of shouto. lmao i know you guys love him and i do to, but let’s spice it up some.
have fun requesting guys, and one last time i just want to say thank you for being here :)
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han-shinsuke · 4 years ago
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h i n a t a s h o y o x ME (lmao 😂)
🌼♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
• i n e b r i a t e
(verb) make someone drunk.
–1–
2:30 pm [ Camp Edinburgh ]
No way. Why would I do that? I'm not that desperate to get noticed by him. No. My answer will always be 'no'. No one can change my mind. I will not risk my reputation for him. Call me coward and stupid but I don't really care at all.
“Why not, Hannah? All you have to do is to confess your feelings and all.” Rei insisted. Wow. Confess my feelings? That would be the end of me!
“You're really a coward, sensei.” Rica added.
“She's just afraid of getting wrecked by Shoyo.” What the actual fxck?! I grab my friend, Lou and gag her with the bread that I'm about to eat. For fxck’ sake! We are surrounded by other people!
“Seriously, guys? Did you bring me here just to gang up against me?” I question their true intentions after inviting me–no! They dragged me here! In this camp that I thought they organized for the four of us! “I shouldn't have trusted you guys, you're all traitors!” I said in my annoyed and on the verge of crying tone.
No matter how hard I tried to tell myself that I should stop, I always find myself looking at his direction.
Up on the hill, I am once again, a few feet away from him. Hinata Shoyo, you are the dream that haunt me during daylight.
–2–
I used to read fairy tales when I was a kid. And up until now, I still read them. In hope of finding the right one. In hope of feeling the same euphoria all over again.
Freak. That's what they called me back in high school. Freak. Because I dressed like a rat during our play. A pest who got lured by the Pied Piper of Hamelin into the Weser River. If someone will ask me which story is my favorite among the hundred of tales I've had read, I'd tell him/her that it's the story of the rat-catcher and his magic pipe.
Why? Why not Cinderella? Why not Snow White? Why not the fairy tales wherein princesses were saved by their princes?
My answers will always remain constant.
Because my heart was taken by an ordinary man.
And I have no plan of taking it back.
For I am no princess and he is no prince.
Shoyo, after all these years, I'm still into you.
–3–
“Where's Lou, Rica?” I asked my other friend. My eyes and fingers are busy doing some assessment tools on my laptop. I know. I know. I should at least let myself enjoy this temporary freedom for as long as I can but my top priority for now are my students. I must work hard.
“Probably inside a tent somewhere, banging Wakatoshi. Come on, sensei! I'd like to dance with them!” Rica pointed the bonfire in the camping site where most of the guests, including all the members of Japan National Team are dancing around it while holding a bottle of ale.
“Then join them! No one's stoping you from doing so!” I lift the disposable coffee cup from the wooden table and finish the remaining liquid mixture in one chug. Damn. I think I already reached the limit of my caffeine consumption for a day. But I want more! I still have work to do!
I signal the barista to serve me another cup and he nodded.
“What’s Rei doing there? Is he, her friend, too?” Rica asks, stopping my fingers from hitting the keys of my laptop. Again, she pointed at a specific spot. This time she's directing my eyes back to the coffee counter.
“Not sure,” I shrug my shoulders. “You know her, she's a guy magnet.” I said, smiling.
“Anyway! I need to go now! You're such a killjoy! Loosen up, Hannah!”
“Yeah, whatever.” I rolled my eyes then ushered her to join the fun in the camping ground.
For the record, I am not risking my reputation for him. I won't confess to Hinata Shoyo.
–4–
What's so funny? I keep asking this question to myself. Rei was laughing for as long as I can remember. And why is she interrogating me while I'm working? For every correct answer, a scoop of affogato will be served. That's our game arrangement. Yes. Interrogating me is just a game for her.
“You are aware you have a gene called PDSS2, right?” Woah. What was that? My vision suddenly became blurry for seconds right after she asked that question.
I press a finger on my temple and regulate my breathing. This symptom!
“I am, Rei. I could get intoxicated by caffeine and behave like a drunkard.” But that doesn't mean I am unaware of my actions.
“Want me to walk you in our tent?” Rei sounds different. Wait! Why is she treating and talking me like a weak kid?! No. No way! I feel like I'm floating! And my heart suddenly change its' rhythm. Another symptoms of caffeine intoxication!
“You tricked me!” I accused her and she just laugh again. “Kill me, Rei or else I will keep talking like an idiot and I won't stop until the caffeine in my system completely metabolized.”
“I did not tricked you, Hannah. You did this to yourself. That's what you get from being a coffee maniac.”
“I hate you, Rei.” I sighed then shutdown the laptop. “But I hate myself, too.”
“Hydrate yourself to reduce the caffeine effect.” Rei hand me a bottle of water and help me drink it, “how high?” she queried.
“So high that I feel like jumping from here and crash myself to the grassy ground.” I replied.
Rei taps the table. She's instructing me to lay my head there. I obeyed her.
“Do you still love him, right?” She asks, mirroring my condition and position. Now, we are both laying our head atop the table as we face each other.
“You know I didn't stop, Rei.”
“Then take a risk. What's stopping you from expressing your love for him?” she asks, putting her phone between our face.
“The reality, Rei! He's out of my league. So please stop forcing me to spill the beans for him.”
“Do you fear the possibilities of him rejecting you?”
“I fear everything about him. Shoyo Hinata is the perfect definition of fear for me. He made me feared love. He made me feared living this lifetime without him. You know what, Rei? Not all untold love stories deserves a chance. Not because they are unworthy of time and space. But because some of them are meant to be hidden. That's where my love for him resides. Inside a chest of secrets.”
–5–
“..... that's where my love for him resides. Inside a chest of secrets.”
This is what I hate the most after consuming high dose of caffeine in a day. I spoke things I shouldn't. And I cried in a place where I mustn't. Instead of drowning myself with unnecessary thoughts, I let my friends drag me inside the circle of people partying around the bonfire. I don't remember starting but I found myself dancing along the waves of people, along the hyper beat of the song playing in the background. I dance until my legs break. Until my throat hurts from laughing and playing along with my friends and former classmates.
Shoyo's there but made no move to approach me. I just caught him looking at me from time to time and every time our eyes met, he would give me a timid smile and a nod. If only you knew, Shoyo, I want more from you.
“Going somewhere?” I was surprised when a former Nekoma alumni went to me and start talking to me.
“Yes. Back in our tent. To sleep.” I believe his name is Kuroo Tetsurou. I stand on my feet and step backwards. I feel so dizzy.
“Mind if I come?” Did I heard him right?
“Uh, why?” I shook my head harshly. The caffeine is kicking me good in the head.
“You’re supposed to say, 'yes' babes. I’m clearly trying to get under your pants.” Woah. He's so straight forward!
“Well, uh... you are targeting a dull one, Mr. Kuroo. I'm afraid I am incapable of satisfying your needs tonight.” I smiled at him then waved goodbye.
Okay. I don't do one night stand.
I was humming my favorite song along the way when a hand grab my arm then I found myself spinning before landing on a broad and hard shoulder of a man with a very familiar hair color.
“Argh. Put me down, please. I feel so dizzy.” I am not a sack of rice so why are you carrying me like this...... Shoyo Hinata.
“I’m glad you declined, Kuroo's offer.” there's a hint of amusement in his tone while he keep moving forward.
“Are you really talking to me now, Shoyo?”
“Yeah...”
“Can you put me down? Everything is spinning. I feel so lightheaded. I might speak nonsensical things.”
He's deaf. It's confirmed. He really didn't bother putting me back on my feet.
“I think I've heard enough from you, Hannah.” Shoyo says, stopping on his tracks. He put me down but hold my forearm tightly as if I have plan of running away from him. I shook my head again. Trying to clear out the dizziness and drowsiness. “Get inside.” He pushed me down on the soft futon inside his tent and hovers above me.
His proximity is causing my heart to flutter.
“What do you mean you have heard enough from me?” I questioned. Slowly closing my eyes.
“I heard your conversations with Rei.”
“How? You weren't there.”
“She put you on the line during your talk. I heard everything.”
“Ah, that's why she put her phone between our face. That witch!”
I heard him giggle after my outburst. Then I felt his hand on my face. His fingers tracing my lips. His warm breath fanning all over my face.
“May I taste your lips?” His question send electricity throughout my body. I didn't respond. How to? In my current state, responding accordingly is not possible.
My eyes are closed and my mind is in haywire!
“My lips tastes like coffee. I had three servings of americano and four scoops of affogato.” Bravo, Hannah. I deserve a reward for my smart answer.
“I would perceive that as ‘yes’ then,” he whispered.
Don't judge me. I'm on my right mind. And I am aware of his actions. I just don't feel like stopping him when he started claiming my lips.
I dreamt of this moment once.
Would it be too much if I let my guard down tonight?
Just this once, I would like to have a taste of heaven.
“Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?” Shoyo asks, his lips trailing soft kisses along my jawline.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Marry me instead.”
“That's what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Then I'll taste your other parts as well.”
“Be gentle.”
“I can't. You know I can't.”
Dear Lord, give me strength to withstand the storm he would bring tonight.
–end–
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