#brain going brr over fluff

[mabaki]

Night cuddles Rosa and Caira belong to @mme-chouette

[minhosimthings]

Saturday Adventures

Synopsis: Saturday meant your daily lattes with a foam bear drawn on top. What you didn't expect was your cafe boy crush to fuck the mind out of you on that Saturday.

Pairings: Sunghoon × fem!reader, includes Jay from Enhypen (not in the smut part)

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, fingering, brief sex against the wall, overstimulation, swearing, fluff at the beginning, mention of food, Sunghoon calls reader 'princess', 'pretty girl' and 'darling', p inside v, size kink, protected sex

A/N: let me give you the briefing in brief, Mona brain go brr, Mona decided to write

When Sunghoon signed up on his brother's offer to volunteer at the family cafe, he had never expected to meet the person he'd be calling his, for the rest of his life.

"Park Sunghoon are you paying attention?" Jay waved his hands in front of Sunghoon, gripping a coffee cup very tightly is his hands as younger brother stared off into the distance, milk in his hand. "Yes I am for god's sake." Sunghoon sighed, "Your voice is like drilling machines in my head Jongsoeng."

Jay rolled his eyes and stared out to where Sunghoon's eyes were set. "You're waiting for her aren't you?" A mere question escaped from Jay's lips, which seemed to sadden Sunghoon even more.

"She usually comes by this time." Sunghoon checked the watch on his wrist. His father's watch, he reminded himself, an article he was very much proud of. "Y/N isn't it?" Jay questioned again, wiping the coffee cup with a rag, "Maybe if you pay attention to me and learn how to make a foam animal, you can impress her. She does like bears on her coffee a lot."

Sunghoon groaned and averted his eyes from the door to watch Jay carefully pour the milk foam into the light brown latte, the foam spreading around the liquid like clouds swirling around a bright blue sky. It was mesmerizing to him, how his family so easily poured the foam to form beautiful figurines that the girl that usually comes by at six pm enjoys. He loved watching your beautiful face, become giddy with excitement as you took your bear-decorated coffee from him at the front counter.

"Your lover is here."

Jay's words exploded like an atom bomb inside of Sunghoon's mind, his head whipping around to the chiming of the bells. He always liked those bells. Christmas, was it, that he bought them? Or halloween?

"Hey." You smiled up at Jay at the front counter, "The usual please Jongsoeng." "You're late today." Jay smiled back at you, waving a hand to his brother at the back to start brewing up the tiny brown beans, "Sunghoon was sweating his ass off." You let out a tiny laugh at that, taking a tiny peek at the apron clad man working silently behind Jay. Broad shoulders, beautiful curls of hair, perhaps the most amazing arms you've ever had the pleasure to witness, and a solemn face working with his hands frantically checking the machine in front of him, if he was hell's incarnate, it mattered not for you.

"Tell him I'm staying over a bit late tonight. Got some work to finish." You said, as Jay handed you your bill, "Gotta work late." "That's great." Jay winked at you, "He's the one who works the night shifts before shutting the cafe." He shoots you a small grin with all of his teeth on display, "Have fun."

Sunghoon's eyes and mind couldn't process anything as he watched you type away on your laptop, brows furrowed, coffee cup empty. The soft lighting from the cafe's lights illuminated your face well, frustration evidently wrapping your face into its cocoon.

Jay had left earlier that he usually does and now, at ten pm, Sunghoon had nothing to do except stare at you, and attempt to make a bear on a latte. Practice made a man perfect, but for Sunghoon, it just made him tired.

One drop, then two, then another and the bear formed at last! Sunghoon stared at it in disbelief, it was perfect. Now, the task was just to carry it over to you, and give it to you with a solemn expression that did not scream 'i am infatuated with you, even when you are a complete stranger'.

"Miss?" Sunghoon tapped your table with uncertainty, "Your refill." He set his tray down on the table, where the coffee cup stood with perfect stillness, the tiny foam bear springing with delight. Your eyes flickered to Sunghoon's for a moment, before settling on the bear.

"You made a bear." You stated simply, talking the warm cup into your hands, "And please, call me Y/N."

"Y/N." Sunghoon repeated, the name falling off of his lips like an ill forgotten melody, "I'll leave you to your bears." The smile that escaped your lips at his joke, looked like heaven to him.

"Are you single"

Unfortunately the human mind sometimes randomly blurts out whatever it wants, when it is in closed proximity. And your mind did exactly that.

Sunghoon's eyes widened at you, his brows reaching the top of his silver hair. His fingers fumbled with the tray in his hands, as he stared into your soul. "Y-yeah." He spoke, stepping closer to your table, slipping into the seat opposite you.

"Damn im single too." You awkwardly laughed, "We have so much in common." Flirting was never much of your forte, and it evidently showed as Sunghoon's ears (and yours) turned bright red.

"Oh what a coincidence!" Sunghoon said, in an awfully cheery tone. A minute passed as you both of you looked at each other with solemn faces before bursting out laughing.

"I am literally so sorry." You said in between fits of laughter, looking over at Sunghoon's eyes, which were crinkled to form crescent moons, which, in your humblest opinion shone brighter.

"It's alright." Sunghoon said, before glancing out the glass door, "It's getting late, you should get home." You checked your watch. Eleven pm. It indeed was getting late.

"Oh yeah." You quickly shoved your laptop into your bag, before looking down at the undrunk bear latte. "What about this little guy?" You picked up the cup, carefully handling it. Sunghoon smiled at you gently and led you over to the counter, ignoring your protests of paying for it to be packed up. "I'm not letting a pretty girl like you pay for that." He smiled, handing you the cup, "Plus its Saturday we have a nonexistent policy of not letting women pay on Saturday after ten pm."

God his lips.

"I'll take your word for it then." You laughed, "Don't blame me if Jay scold you tomorrow though." Sunghoon scoffed and stepped closer. "He's not at tough as he looks, darling. Trust me, I'm the more rough one."

Darling leapt out of his mouth like a beautiful chord struck on a Grandstien piano. His hair fell perfectly on his face, illuminating all the correct spots, like a painting.

"Can I kiss you?"

You had been taught in your psychology class that the human mind often knows when to shut up, bar a few exceptions. You had never known such exceptions before, until now, when you realised that you were the exception.

Sunghoon's hand travelled to his neck, scratching it awkwardly before looking at you with snake eyes. "Why not?" He chuckled lowly, "Who am I to refuse a pretty girl's kiss?"

His lips were surprisingly soft, an ice cream touch to your lips. It was a sort of cold comfort, one you enjoyed thoroughly, as Sunghoon's hands ghosted over your waist. Although you tried to ignore the sticky feeling between your thighs, you couldn't help but let out an unholy noise into his lips, as his fingers gripped your waist so hard.

"Fuck Sunghoon." You gasped, as the bulge in his pants pressed tightly against your pussy.

“Sunghoon,” you brokenly whisper, your voice would be bordering on whiny with all the neediness that comes with it, “please, I need you.” The pleading look you give him is vulnerable, if not desperate.

Sunghoon had you pressed against the wall the minute your voice left your throat, peppering kisses down your neck, you waist being held hostage by his hands. You didn’t try to stop him.

“Such a good slut for me, aren't you princess?” He moved his hand to run between your soaking folds. You bit your lip at the feeling, feeling his fingers graze your clit before dipping to rest against your entrance. He tapped it twice before pulling away completely, moaning at the loss you turned to face him. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon had moved his head so that when you turned, his lips would brush against yours. You whimpered at the feeling and pushed your lips against his. Allowing him to take the control, he deepened the kiss- stroking your mouth with his tongue. You could feel him trying to pull away and whimpered before trying to keep the kiss going, he laughed again at your neediness. “Now, now princess, you don’t want me to fuck you against this door, do you?”

"This is a cafe, Hoon." You let out a breathless sentence, "Where are you gonna find a bed?" Sunghoon chuckled into your face, his hot breath hitting your neck, before easily lifting you up. "There's a room at the back darling, let me fuck you properly like you deserve."

Sunghoon's kisses were devastatingly sweet, as he laid you gently on the bed, quickly slipping on a condom from his bedside table, not before asking you for permission if he could fuck you or not.

This tenderness didn’t last long though, the gentleness quickly transforming feverish and greedy, moans vibrating from both your chests and your bodies suddenly burning. When you both pull away, you feel his fingers slip under the straps of your tanktop and slide them off your shoulders. “Get this off,” he demands breathlessly, and you comply , stripping for him hastily.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, and you whimper at his words, clit throbbing at the thought of being fucked by a man you've only admired from afar.

He presses his hand against the plush of your inner thigh and spreads your legs, using his other hand to pump his cock with languid strokes.

You mewl feeling him drag the tip of his fat cock in between your folds, mushing it and teasing it against your clit sending pleasure coursing througch your body and making you throw your head back with a whimper.

feverishly, he runs his length over your slick folds, grunting as you rocked your hips to meet his touch. After a few intense minutes, with desperate teasing and soft moans slipping from your glossy lips, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. suddenly, he pulls away, making you to whimper at the sudden loss of friction. But before you can protest, he silences you with a brief kiss.

“‘M gonna put it in, okay?” he murmurs hotly, lining up the tip of his cock against your hole before gently pressing the aching tip inside.

Your mouth hangs into an ‘o’ shape, eyes pinched shut as he slowly sinks his cock into your core. You squirm and whimper as you tread the line between pain and pleasure, walls fluttering as his hips press against the back of your thighs. the feeling of being filled fully by Sunghoon sends you into a daze everytime, and he’s so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat.

“g-god, you’re so big,” you whimper, face flushed as your body adjusts to his huge size. The initial stretch burned, but he slid into you smoothly, his cock slipping through your folds with ease. He felt you clamp down on him, his head thrown back as far as it could go, thick neck exposed to you. you bit down on his shoulder, where it met the base of his throat, trying to mask the gasp of pleasure that sent your eyes rolling back in your head. he grunted at the sensation, enjoying the sting. Sunghoon sucks in air between his gritted teeth sharply as your tight walls clamp down on him, engulfing him in your warmth and sucking him in. While he gives you a second to adjust, he slides his hands under the backs of your thighs, feeling your cold skin hit his warm one.

“oh, baby. you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” his hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“You’re so fucking good.” Sunghoon groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice.

Sunghoon was a delicious weight on top of you, the drag of his hips slow, meeting yours hard. the pressure made you lightheaded, his body moving against yours like the thick drip of honey, smooth and sweet. you couldn’t make sense of it, of how fucking good he felt, grinding deeper and deeper into you like he’d found buried treasure. the overstimulation had your third orgasm building nice and quick, waves of pleasure making you dizzy.

“you like it like this?” Yes you did. “don’t think i can go without this now, you know that? Such a good fucking girl.” You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just let his words wash over you. “so beautiful, taking me so well.”

“Are you gonna come for me? one more time, baby. need to feel that perfect fucking pussy.” well, His wish was your command, because then you were gushing. The one thing you could feel was him, none of your other senses worked, you couldn’t see past the tears that fell, couldn’t get any words past your lips. Maybe you screamed, you weren’t exactly sure.

"Fucking hell." Sunghoon groaned, falling next to you on the bed. The room came to light properly to you now, and you noticed all the Sunghoons staring at you from the shelves.

"Hoonie?"

"Yes princess?"

"Did you just fuck me in your childhood bedroom?"

Sunghoon chuckled and turned to look at you, his hair slightly parted, and his lips wet. "Nah." He pulled himself closer to you, "This is just a room Jay and I like to call our den. You know, for keeping old childhood stuff and I figured, since this was the only place here where there's a bed, it would be a... much better place to fuck you than the floor. But I do admit-" he shuddered, "looking at my brother's old pictures staring at us is very creepy."

You giggled into his chest, as you felt sleep hit your mind. You yawned, and settled yourself comfortably into his arms, warmth enclosing you, like a fur coat or like a boy carefully drawing a bear on your coffee every Saturday.

[amazingmsme]

I am also here to add to the EPIC: The Musical agenda!! Thank you fluff-void because you made my writing brain go brr <3 -Sheridan

Polites and Odysseus start a damn tickle war, once Odysseus’s ticklishness gets out.

It’s really cute; Polites is jumpy and giggly for however long Odysseus feels like dragging out his anticipation, which can be a while depending on how mean he’s feeling. 

He plays it completely straight too, despite the smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. 

“Why so jumpy, brother? I was merely letting you know it’s my watch!” 

“Ah, I didn’t mean to startle you, there was simply a loose thread I didn’t want to risk you getting caught on.”

He’s so smug, ugh. 

The master of playful condescension and sarcasm as he lers. 

“Oh; this tickles? I had no idea!”  

“Being as ticklish as this? You must be an anomaly even the Gods can’t figure out. Heh; that or they cursed you. Wonder what you did in a past life~? Maybe you were just too cute for your own good. I’m willing to believe it- just listen to those adorable giggles and hiccups of yours!”

No strategy a lee of his thinks up will work 9 times out of 10. He’ll typically either know the person well enough, wait them out, or get a read on their strategy and then nip it in the bud. 

Eurylochus let slip a bad spot of his only he remembered and started to hide, only appearing for his scheduled shifts, burying himself in his work. and dodging Odysseus at meal times only to get cornered in his room by an already waiting Odysseus who just grinned at him with a glint in his eyes. 

“You know, I don’t think I quite remember your worst spots nearly as well as you do mine; shall we rediscover them together?”

“Captain, we can talk about this!”

Eurylochus tries to plead his case, already feeling a grin spreading across his lips but Odysseus merely cracks his neck and starts to move towards him. 

“Oh I think you’ve already done quite enough talking for your own good, don't you?”

Eurylochus is lost to laughter after that. 

He’s the one that gets most embarrassed when tickled in public, or in front of his men. His laughter is loud, and hard to contain when he finally cracks. 

Odysseus truthfully isn’t much better embarrassment wise inwardly but his ler side tends to keep the men more in line, along with being Captain so no-one’s the wiser. 

Eurylochus is there to make sure no-one goes too far, and intervene or turn the tables for those that deserve it. cough Odysseus cough

Odysseus gets so flustered if a God shows up while he’s being wrecked. Good Lord.

He can typically hold onto some remnant of his Captain persona otherwise but he crumbles if Athena or Hermes show up, especially if either teases him, or makes a sarcastic comment or dry quip like he tends to do when he’s the ler, or Gods forbid they help? It’s all over for him.

I’M EATING THIS RIGHT THE FUCK UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA! They’re so fucking cute & silly, they deserve to just have some fun & chill out. This got a lil long ‘cause I’m “normal” about them

Odysseus & Polites just go back & forth getting each other, & it all started when Polites just wanted to sneak up & startle him while he was having a conversation. But he surprised him by squeezing his sides & Odysseus was like “oh, you wanna start this?” & he’s so innocent like “start what?” & that’s the last thing he’s able to say

He’s Odysseus favorite to wreck because he’s just so cute & he makes it too easy. Odysseus loves fucking with him & pretending he’s not, it’s literally his favorite game

Shxjsvxuu his flimsy excuses are so funny cause like, yeah he COULD be telling the truth, but look at that smirk! Look at his eyes sparkling! That’s pure mischief baby! & the way he’s just so smugly casual is almost like a dare to be called out on it. & Polites tried to, once

“I know that’s not what you’re really doing!” & Odysseus cocks his head like “oh? So you’re calling me a liar?” & Eurylochus is looking at him from over the captain’s shoulder like don’t do it, but Polites keeps on truckin’. “No, that’s not what I’m saying” “then what are you saying?” & he’s using that teasy mocking tone & Polites is trying not to giggle & is like “you’re just trying to mess with me” & he grins & shrugs like “well now that you put the idea in my head” & Polites tries to be like “but the idea was already in your head!” But he’s wrestled to the ground before he can finish that sentence

I fucking love your examples of some of his teases cause they’re so spot on! He’s so smug & mean about it, he’s literally such a bullyyyy. He LOVES rubbing it in their face how ticklish they are or how much they’re laughing. Literally the best worst

Poor poor Eurylochus knew he fucked up the moment he said it. It just slipped out, Polites was finally getting some well deserved revenge, & in front of a small audience of some very amused soldiers. But he could see Odysseus was trying to get the upper hand, so he casually says “you should try his hips, they make him scream louder than the gods” & then freezes because he knows the target he just put on his back. & as if to confirm it, it the midst of the struggle Odysseus catches his eye & mouths “you’re dead” soooo yeah it’s time for his disappearing act

Some of the soldiers that bore witness catch on when they see that he’s not hanging around their captain & think it’s hilarious. They’ll sneak up behind him & go “boo” pretending to be Odysseus & it gives him a heart attack every damn time! Polites definitely notices his absence by their captain’s side & hunts him down to tease him about it. It backfires, but it was worth it in the moment. After like a week of hiding & strategic avoidance, he goes to his room to grab something. He walks in & the door slams shut behind him & Odysseus is standing there with his hand on the door, smug as ever. Just like “you’re a tough man to track down, you know that?”

He just starts backing up wondering if he could fit through the porthole window, slowly & carefully trying to plead his case. But Odysseus’s smile never falters & he’s just so ready to make him shut the hell up & laugh

Eurylochus has prided himself on his ability to always keep a cool head in most situations, so he gets really flustered any time he loses his composure. & nothing makes you lose your composure more than being tickled

He’s definitely really shy about it & his top priority is trying to hide his face or muffle his laughter. Odysseus loves to point out how he’d rather hide than fight back (that backfires because now he IS fighting back & Odysseus wasn’t prepared for that)

Odysseus talks such a big game for someone who can’t take what he dishes out. He blushes so much as soon as someone starts teasing him. He gets so cute & shy if he thinks he’s about to get wrecked & he goes over every escape option in his head

Ksbskandkf he would absolutely die on the fucking spot if a god personally bore witness to him in such a vulnerable, embarrassing position. Athena once showed up in the middle of Eurylochus & Polites wrecking him & she just quietly waits for them to finish. He’s soooo flustered & pissy that she just stood there & did nothing “I mean, the least you could’ve done was leave” & she’s smirking like “I need to talk to you. And you deserved to be humbled” but he’s still grumpy & embarrassed about it

[wenjunehui]

you 🤝 me: We Need To Eat Lee Felix ASAP

but also [deranged screaming] this is my first comeback with them as a stay and i'm going to go insane because EVERYTHING about this comeback will not let me live like ?????????????? please stop for my sanity despite having none in the first place

my first comeback was noeasy (? somewhere around there) so i've been around awhile but it's always been like. oh yeah those men hot but anyway what about jun. i had bigger and better things to focus on so i didnt really try to get super into them 😔 and it took me the LONGEST time to choose a bias bc i just liked them so casually and i wasn't super attached to any of them (and also my ex friend was crazyyy about hyunjin so i was like damn ok girl u can have him chill ! she almost put a hole in her tv once watching the red lights mv but that's a whole nother thing). then by the time oddinary came out i had watched a little more and knew them a little better (lots of chan/felix compilations in my youtube history bc theyre so silly together little guys) and i was like okay yeah its official. that dude is My Man. he's just so auuuurghhhhh grrrrr bark bark bark i love him but at first i just picked him bc i liked him the best even tho i still didn't know that much about them. and then like for some reason in the last couple months something just clicked and i've been feral deranged foaming at the mouth over him ever since like idk what happened but one day out of the blue i woke up and i was like. must eat him must eat him must eat him i need that man carnally viscerally desperately. i have probably read every single felix fic on this app in the last week i've literally just been scrolling thru the felix fluff/smut/etc tags every night for hours like i am down BAD. definitely not more that svt and definitely not ult status yet but like. he is climbing the charts i fear he is getting closer (svt pun). also a friend from the kpop club at my school recently dropped her skz collection and gave me like 6 felix photocards and i was like well fuck now i need MORE of him and so then i bought all their recent albums and my wallet is very unhappy about that but serotonin part of brain is very happy about that. silly little man cards make happy chemical go brr

[girlcraft2003]

PLEASE for the love of Christ Jesus And the methamphetamine supplied by Walter H White, share the #31 story

So for some context, we don't serve the #31 anymore which is just a hot sub (chicken or steak with lettuce, tomato, and mayo) but I'll serve it to anyone who asks.

This guy comes in and orders it and my sister who was slicing forgot to tell him (or didn't bother bc it didn't matter) that we didn't serve it anymore so she just hands the order to the guy doing hot subs for the evening (I'm calling him B). Eventually, we give another lady her subs and she leaves and B calls out the man's hot sub as a "Giant 16". He comments that it wasn't what we ordered and we CALMLY try to explain that we didn't serve the 31 but gave him the same thing as a 31 (FUN FACT THE SUB I CHECKED HIM OUT FOR IS 10 CENTS CHEAPER). The guy hears "We don't serve the 31" and goes OFF on all of us. He rambles about how it's unprofessional, we need better communication, how we have fluff in our brains, and how he's been working for 25 years and owns 20 hotels (which is now a running gag of the store). Eventually, my coworker K mentions to him that he is yelling at a bunch of children (17/18 yr old) and he goes on ANOTHER villain monologue. Because he is yelling over me and anxiety goes brr, I pull my phone out of my pocket, consider calling the police (I don't but should have), and get a voice recording of the guy's last 30 seconds of his monologue. He leaves, and I have a mini panic attack in the back and go back to the front to my sister and coworkers' disappointment. Bet he looked like an idiot when he checked his sub and realized he got EXACTLY what he ordered.

[sharksnshakes]

For Better Or For Worse - Jonathan Crane

Why is your boyfriend, Jonathan Crane, wearing the Scarecrow’s mask? 

A/N; PLEASE why does he look weirdly adorable in this gif??? he’s literally a grown ass man,,,,,,,, anyway giving scarecrow a smooch makes brain go brr

TW; suggestive behavior, mostly fluff, established relationship

When you see your boyfriend wearing a burlap mask, everything clicks into place: the late night shifts, the cardboard boxes full of glass vials, the secrecy surrounding his work. Jonathan--your Jonathan--is the Scarecrow. 

Though his face is still covered by the burlap mask, you feel his eyes on you. He’s speechless. 

In all the time you’ve known Jonathan, you’ve never known him to be speechless. 

It’s strangely funny. Would it be bad if you laughed? 

You don’t, though, instead crossing the room to stand before him; he doesn’t move. When you speak, your voice is barely a whisper. 

“Jonathan?” 

He says nothing and you draw closer: close enough to gently settle a hand on the plane of his chest. His heart is practically beating out of it--if you didn’t now any better, you’d say Gotham’s doctor of fear was fearful. 

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you remove your hand from his chest, skimming the raw edge of the mask with your fingertips. The material is rough--how could he possible be comfortable wearing this? Is this the cause of the small scrapes on his nose?--you give it a small, experimental tug.  

“Is this okay?” you ask. 

Your voice is small, unsure. You’re unsure of everything right now, really, save for your feelings toward the man in front of you. 

You should probably be scared, running in the other direction. But you’re not, whether for better or worse. 

Jonathan tips his head in a slight nod, and you hook your fingers around the burlap. Go ahead. 

With a gentle tug, you pull it across his jaw and up over his nose, tucking a stray hair behind his ear in the process. One hand holds the fabric up while the other rests gently on his jaw. You brush the pad of your thumb across his skin; small goosebumps emerge in its wake. 

You can see his eyes through the mask. 

They’re locked on you, unwavering. 

Lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes, you lean in. Your lips barely brush against his, and though you’re hesitant to follow through, you place a fleeting kiss. 

He’s stiff. 

Shit, should you pull away? 

Risking a glance at him tells you his expression hasn’t changed a bit, he still stares at you with those impossibly blue eyes--

Then his hands are on your waist and he’s capturing your mouth in an insistent, hungry kiss. 

It’s enough to make you stumble--not to worry, Jonathan easily catches you. His grip is bruising, and you get the sense that he’ll do anything he can to never let you go. 

[dexthtoyounglings]

The Distant Scent of What Felt Like Centuries

Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Fluff

Summary: There's a certain ghoul that stalks you like predator to prey. But really how confident is he when not seducing another?

Warnings: Dewdrop being slightly creepy you could argue, flufffff, much flufffffffffff

A/n: I do wanna write something fluffy but I've been falling back into insecurity and I just want some love from a fire ghoul. Also, long title go brr.

GIF NOT MINE!!

•--•

As horny as he was, you'd expect he'd be the most charismatic ghoul out of the bunch. But no, it was Swiss that was the most charismatic. Dewdrop, not by choice, was the worst at flirting when he wanted something romantic.

I guess it might be easier to think with your dick than it is your brain.

And throughout the past month you'd caught his stares at you, raking you over with something not of desire and lust. He looked at you like he wanted twirl you on your feet and surround you like a bubble. And you felt your heart warm from them, not the pit of your stomach.

Though, the past two days you were surprised at how difficult of a time he had genuinely speaking to you.

You'd noticed it, of course you had noticed it. The ways his hands fiddled and his posture would shift. The usual stoic nature of him and his body both faltered when he approached you the first time, and every time after that. It was like he couldn't sit still when face-to-face with you.

You remembered the way you got immediately warmer when he was, in that moment, greeting you with a "hello" (after just being shoved into your direction by Aether). You would totally say that you were warm due to yourself blushing, cause you certainly adored his rambunctious nature and the way he terrorized the other ghouls, but it wasn't just that. Him being flustered must've heat up the air around him, with you being directly in front.

Whether he noticed or not, you couldn't tell, but it made you like him all the more.

Now you felt yourself warm whenever his eyes were on you, this time from all the heat rushing to your face. Especially when he was in places we would never be normally. Like today.

The library was fairly quiet. When brothers and sister settled down for a book or studying, they were most respectful. So, when you felt his presence and heard his confidence footsteps across the marble, you knew he was looking at you. Nobody was that blatantly out of place when in the library, but him.

"Excuse me, Sister," he spoke, finally next to you. You never even noticed the air heating up around you when he approached, your face flushed with blood.

You coughed suddenly, "Oh, hi Dewdrop," you peeked around the corner of where he turned from to see that there were no ghouls in sight like there usually were when he was pushed in your direction like you were a dance circle. They were never amazing at hiding, so this was truly something that he had come up to you all on his own.

His knee was slightly twitching, not enough to where his whole self was bouncing but enough to see out of the corner of you eye.

You slipped the book you had taken from the shelf back in - not of your taste at that specific time. Lately, all you could do was read gothic romance novels, and you couldn't tell if it was just a switch of preference or if you just craved Dewdrop's attention so much more than before that you seeked it in novels as well.

"You- Uh well, hello," he sputtered his words out, the height he had put on when standing tall and confident breaking when his neck hunched at his first mistake in speech. It was cute.

"I was just, I just wanted to tell you that.. well you have very beautiful, um, beautiful eyes."

Your lips curved into a smirk, looking at him start to wipe his slick palms off onto his pants. Turning your body to him, you smoothed out his jacket. You could feel him burning holes into the top of your hair as he watched you like a vulture, the heat around you consuming more and more of any chill you'd felt in the library.

"Thank you Dewdrop, are you always this sweet to every woman you meet?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eye as you met his.

He huffed out a breath, turning his head away from yours. You felt bad in a way for embarrassing him. There were few women he had genuinely tried for, Aether told you about the stories of the roles reversing where they didn't want something real with him and Dewy only getting his heart broken.

You wanted to change that, you wanted to ever since you'd felt his looks. He was truly a ghoul to want.

"No.. mm, it's only y- it's only you," he mumbled. But you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn't know what really to say, but the moment you felt his words register, you grinned widely, placing your hands on his shoulder and planting a kiss on his masked cheek.

Now it felt almost suffocatingly hot, making you almost take a step back but Dewdrop reached up to grab your wrists in his hands and he pulled you towards him. His arms locked you to his chest and you felt his nose press against the top of your head.

You almost felt shocked at first - of course he seemed to be a more physical lover, you didn't think anyone could have the confidence to pull you against them so suddenly. But you sunk into him, palms pressing flat against his back as you breathed in the scent of smoke and something like cinnamon. He smelled really fucking good is all you had to say to describe it.

He must've been thinking the same exact thing as you felt him breathe out heavily, inhaling the smell of you like you were food. You could've been, if he didn't want to keep you so bad. His hands suddenly dug into the skin of your waist, claws retracted, arms still wrapped around you, making parallel lines across your back.

"Sodo!" you heard a voice echo from outside of the library. It was muffled, extremely, but loud enough to hear that someone was looking for him.

You felt the vibrations of a growl press to your ear at the interruption, though you were also getting a bit flustered at your embrace - yes it was an isle, but it was still public viewing. Anyone could've turned a corner and the whole ministry would've heard the rumors of a certain fire ghoul having a new possession.

You moved to slip out of his arms but he pulled you back, only to keep you for a second before letting you leave his arms.

When you stared back up, his head was titled, not even turning to look for his caller. He didn't care at all it seemed, his focus was on you. And you're sure the moment that he actually had to leave you, he'd been seeing red the whole evening.

"I will find you soon. Then maybe.. well, we can- we can hang out," Dewdrop said, voice low and deeper than before. He still had a hard time speaking to you though he had literally taken you into his arms moments before without any permission whatsoever.

Cute.

You tilted your head, "So a date?"

He stared at you for a moment before glancing back around the turn of the isle. Nobody had opened the doors yet.

Dewdrop slipped his hand across your cheek, settling his charcoal thumb against the curve of your cheekbone before he pulled your face towards him, resting it against his sternum. And you felt it then, on your nose, not a growl this time.

The purrs of the fire ghoul soon became apparent before he finally heard the door open much more loudly than the sweet librarian would have liked. You would've given anything to feel that tickle on your nose again, to feel him vibrating against you. You wanted to hear it too, the faint noise was there for a moment. But you had a feeling it could get louder than that.

He let you lean back, giving him the warmest smile before waving the ghoul off. You watched as he appeared behind his brother who was currently being chewed out by the middle aged woman that currently had library duty.

She shooed off the ghoul and Dewdrop followed in suit, throwing a look over his shoulder. Your heart flipped. You'd totally forgotten about that fact that you were looking for a book. As you felt into your surroundings again, the air started to cool down again. There were almost no remnants of the fact that Dewdrop was there. But, you lifted the sleeve of your habit to your nose and pressed softly, breathing in.

The scent of cinnamon hit your nose.

•--•

Masterlist

[ceijoh]

YOU GET JEALOUS OF A MANAGER DURING THE TRAINING CAMP

relationship: kuroo x  f!reader

warnings/contents: angst, fluff, spit kink, smut, reader choking kuroo, kuroo choking reader, 18+

Notes: happy birthday, tetsuro! it changed from their manager to ‘a’ manager, as i’m basing this one at the training camp. i know seijoh didn’t attend the training camp but we’re bending the rules here okay? you’ll see why, hopefully. there was a story that i read earlier this year (or last year) about kuroo and reader that had a spit kink it it and it made my brain go brr so it inspired the latter part of this

word count: 2.4k+

masterlist | atsumu & matsukawa’s part | daichi’s part | bokuto’s part

This fucker, this absolute fucker.

You thought Atsumu was a tease?

Well let me tell you one thing, this man is the king and lord of all teasers

Your relationship with Kuroo was one that everyone knew was coming.

You were friends beforehand, really good friends. You were the only one apart from Kenma that had the patience to deal with his fake persona he put up, who took the time to really crack his shell

Everyone thought that Kuroo was a giant fuckboy™, the thing is he wasn’t.

He was too busy with volleyball, and being a captain at that, and his academic studies

He was the type of person that wanted to fly with passing colours with everything that he has ever done

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t playful with the people that flirted with him

He wasn’t oblivious to the attention that he got from everyone, he knew that he was charismatic and attractive

But was he a fucking simp for you

Not that he’d ever show it

He’d rather tease you about it

He was the epitome of he’s only pulling your hair because he likes you

One kiss later and then boom

Relationship town

Not much changed after you officially got together, you still acted the same way with each other and you never formally announced it to anyone

Your relationship was low-key and Kuroo often commented that you were practically dating since you guys first met you just made it official between the two of you

So because your relationship was so lowkey, people often thought that you guys were single and this is where Kuroo realised something

He loves to watch you get jealous, from the way you want to stake your claim on him and then dragging him to an empty room just to make out with him

Making him remember that you belong to each other

It didn’t take you long to catch on what Kuroo was doing and while you did enjoy pulling him away to make out, it was funnier to see him get annoyed at you being so nonchalant

Which ended up Kuroo being needy for your attention majority of the time

Now, while he did like being a little annoying shit to you, he never crossed a line

He knew your ques, he knew when something would end up hurting you rather than annoying you just a little bit

So whenever he felt like the other person was coming on too strongly even if you weren’t watching, he was quick to shut that shit down and quickly run back to you

Every single time that happened, again even if you weren’t there to see it, he would spend all night worshipping you and telling you just how much he loves you

Because while Kuroo loved to make you jealous, he loved you even more

And he knows that one day his teasing may cross the line

And he doesn’t even want to comprehend what it might mean

It was at the training camp that your jealousy got the better of you

The usual teams were there, with the added bonus of Karasuno

You were watching your boyfriend talk to one of the Fukurodani managers, Suzumeda-san if you were correct in your guess

There was something different as you saw him lean in trying to understand what she was saying

You saw her face blush as Kuroo gazed at her, she giggled and Kuroo smiled in response

As sneakily as he could, he gazed over to you, watching as you tried to calm yourself down but you were doing a rather poor job at it

Even though you were on the opposite side of the gym from him, he could see your fists balled tightly and jaw clenched

Wanting to turn around and talk to the manager in front of him again and continue before heading over to you, his plans were disrupted when he saw the familiar people behind you

                                                       ----

“Is chicken-head really flirting with someone else when he has you?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind.

Turning around you saw your previous school mates, grinning and yelling out his name you ran up and hugged him

Matsukawa easily lifted you up, face nuzzling into your neck

“Hey, save some for us,” you heard Oikawa’s voice and when Issei placed you down, you reached over and hugged him

“How are you holding up in Tokyo?” Iwa spoke into your ear as you pulled him into a hug.

“Good, I miss home though,” you replied once you broke apart from him. “I miss all of you.”

You pouted and looked at the four boys.

“Oh (Y/N)-chan, you’re just too cute,” Oikawa teased as he pinched your cheek.

“Might just have to take you back with us,” Makki grinned

“Nah, she’ll miss me too much,” you heard Kuroo’s voice and turned around, subconsciously reaching your hand for him to take

You melted yourself into Kuroo’s side and you saw Makki make a disgusted face

You watched as Kuroo greet the boys, a nice warmth feeling washing over you as you saw them get along

Before you could ask them about their lives for the past couple of years, the coaches blew their whistle and asked for them to gather around

“Oi, chicken-head, want to do four on four later?”

                                                       ----

It was fine until dinner time, when everybody sat down with their respective teams except Suzumeda-san who sat with the Nekoma team.

Watching her closely, the team was confused as she sat next to Kuroo.

Their gazes turning to you in a panic, watching you as your eyes narrowed on the girl

Kuroo watched you from his peripheral, sensing if he had to stop this but as he saw your shoulders relaxed, he tempted fate and your emotions by still paying attention on Suzumeda

You watched quietly at the scene in front of you, taking small bites from your food, as your boyfriend charmed the Fukurodani manager.

Rolling your eyes as she blatantly flirted with Kuroo, you finally had enough when she leaned into him and whispered albeit not very quietly that they should hang out after the dinner ends and she knows a nice secluded spot so they won’t be interrupted 

Standing up, not bothering to excuse yourself, you watched over to where the Seijoh boys sat.

“Hey, little fern,” Makki greeted as soon as he saw you.

“Your boy being a dick again?” Matsukawa asked as you sat down next to him and Oikawa.

                                                       ----

Kuroo watched as he saw you mingling with your friends  

His attention was off Suzumeda -who looked confused, and was now laser-focused on you.

He watched as the Seijoh captain flick your forehead, and you leaned back into your best friend.

Clenching the chopsticks in his hand, Kenma watched on in amusement.

His attention turned back to the poor manager who was caught in the crossfire

                                                       ----

You missed your boys, you did, so much

Sitting with them took your mind of Kuroo and the Fukurodani manager, reminiscing over the memories all of you shared

                                                        ----

Kuroo never admitted to you that he fears that one day you’re going to take a good look at him and realise all of the faults that he has

He’s manipulative when he wants to be, likes the control way too much, not very open regarding his emotions and would rather plaster a smile on his face to appease himself and others

He knew that you were loved by everyone you met, hell you charmed him over straight away when you transferred to Nekoma

Even managed to befriend Kenma before he himself befriended you

You were charming, funny, supportive, caring and understanding even when you didn’t have to be

And not to mention beautiful as hell

If Kuroo could he would bring a photo of you everywhere just to show everyone that you were with him, he would

Watching as you all got up to leave the cafeteria, he watched as Matsukawa wrap his arms around your shoulders as you all left

Grunting, he pushed himself from the table, much to the dismay of Suzumeda who watched him forlornly

“Kuroo-san?”

He looked down at the girl

“Where are you off too?”

“I’m just going outside,” without another word he stalked off to where you went.

“I thought we would go outside together later,” she looked around noticing that the team was trying very hard not to pay attention to them but failing

“You know after everyone goes to bed,” there was a faint red blush on her face, avoiding eye contact with everyone except the person in front of her

He smiled at her, but this time it didn’t fill Suzumeda with butterflies like earlier that day. There was something condescending about it, and she felt small

“Why would I do that when I’m going to be busy with my girlfriend?”

He wanted to feel bad, really he did, and maybe a little of bit him did for using Suzumeda-san like that

But right now there was something else churning in his gut, overtaking every other emotion

And this is what you would have felt like during dinner right?

And during the day when he was too busy playing the game you obviously didn’t want to

                                                       ----

As Kuroo walked outside he walked a bit until he heard the familiar laughter of yours

Walking the corner he saw you sitting in between Iwaizumi and Matsukawa, a grin on your face as your feet were on Oikawa’s lap, and Makki emphasising something in his story

He didn’t say anything but watched as you turned and looked at him

Looking at him, you could tell Kuroo wasn’t pleased in the slightest

Rolling your eyes, you took your feet off Oikawa’s lap

“What? You can flirt with other people, but I can’t talk with my friends?” You snapped

“That’s a bit shitty, don’t you think, Kuroo?”

He narrowed his eyes at the use of his surname

“Maybe, I’ll just go sit back at the table then? Since, you’re so busy here.”

“Fuck you, Kuroo.”

With that you stood up and walked away from them heading into the school

He heard Matsukawa whistle and turned to the man.

“Might wanna go get your girl, fix it before she dumps your ass.”

Oikawa smirked, “Yeah, we know how feisty she gets.”

Something twisted in Kuroo’s stomach as he heard Oikawa speak of you in such a familiar way. In a way only he should be allowed to talk about you.

“You know if you don’t treat her right, there’s plenty of other people that would love to be with (Y/N),” Iwa spoke up finally as he looked at the man in front of him.

Kuroo knew that the ace meant himself and the other three boys that were now watching him intently

Following you, fearing that he may have overstepped and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back

No, scratch that he definitely overstepped this time

Hearing that he was following you, you rolled your eyes and waited for him to catch up with you

You pulled him into an empty classroom, watching as his face as he obviously wasn’t expecting your actions

You pushed him up against the door, making sure to click the lock into place

Once he heard the click, Kuroo looked down at you, a smirk playing on his face

“Does kitty want to play?”

You rolled your eyes

“Are you fucking serious? Why would you throw such a fit in front of them?”

“You’re mine, princess, don’t forget that.”

Again, you rolled your eyes. The absolute audacity of this man.

Scoffing, “You spent the whole day trying to get me jealous, Tetsu with that manager from Fukurodani, and you didn’t see me throw a fit over it.”

Leering at you, “You mean Kaori.”

Hook

At the mention of her first name, your eyes narrowed into slits and pushed him back towards the door.

“You’re mine, Tetsu”

Line

“Might have to remind me of that, little kitty.”

Kuroo pulled you closer, making sure there was absolutely no space between you, so you could feel what you do to him

Digging your hands into his chest, Kuroo groaned as he bent down crashing your lips together.

Sinker

Pulling his shirt, you moved backwards, Kuroo following you willingly

You tugged his bottom lip harshly with your teeth, and the grip on your hips tightened making you hiss

You ground down, feeling his half-hard cock in his shorts

Rutting your hips for a while, you enjoyed the feeling, you ran a fingernail down his throat, smirking when you saw the red line appearing

Enclosing your hand around his throat, you saw his eyes widen slightly, “Mine, Tetsu.”

Squeezing it once, forcing his mouth open you gathered spit in your mouth

Puckering your lips, you slowly let the spit out of your mouth, directly going into Kuroo’s awaiting tongue

Watching your movements, Kuroo knew that this was possibly the hottest thing that will ever happen to him

Opening his mouth wider, making sure not to let your spit go to waste, he groaned and his cock twitched in his pants as the first contact was made

“You’re fucking mine, Tetsu, inside and out,” you hissed when the final strand of spit was in his mouth. Tugging his hair harshly so he was looking up at you. “Fucking swallow it.”

Making a show of it; opening his mouth so you could see everything, he gulped loudly showing you that he swallowed everything that you gave him

Slowly, you leaned down and against his lips, you uttered the words that Kuroo wanted to tattoo all over his body, “You’re fucking mine, Tetsu. Nobody will ever make you feel like this.”

Remembering what Iwaizumi said before he left the table, Kuroo reached up

“And you’re mine, princess, if I have to drill it to your head every night, for the rest of my life, that the only one I want is you, then I’ll fucking do it, kitten. Don’t test me.”

A hand came up to your throat and Kuroo tightened his hold on you.

Flipping you over easily, your back thudded against the floor, one of his hands cradling your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself

“You’re mine, and I’m yours princess,” tugging your shirt roughly up your head, Kuroo kissed you desperately.

This time, he looked down at you, your hair splayed out on the ground, eyes wide and lips bruised, he smiled gently

Tightening his hold on your neck, he squeezed once, and as if you knew what he was thinking you opened your mouth

Fucking soulmates or what

Gathering spit in his mouth, he spat in your mouth, it wasn’t with care and precision like you did, no, he wanted to mark you inside and out as quick as he can

He pulled back and saw that the bottom half of your mouth splattered with his spit

“You’re mine and I’m yours now until forever, princess, hope you’re okay with that.”

[eluxcastar]

Epel with an older cousin

── ୨୧：epel felmier & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: in a little town some time before epel attended nrc, you would play together in the apple trees owned by your family whenever you came to visit

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child epel, they are cousins solely because he canonically has one 👍

୨୧﹑words :: 688

yeah these little fluff pieces are officially here to stay they are not going anywhere rn because I got to biggest brain brr I could probably write how his accent sounds because that would just be writing how I speak with different slang 💀 but I think that's confusing so I'm going no dialogue because tbh that's easier anyway

this is shorter than usual because I had the idea thought "this would be cute" then completely short circuited on what to write (；´д｀)ゞ

whenever you come to visit it's like christmas came early, and Epel in his little glory greets you at the door where he has apparently been waiting all morning in excitement. you don't visit often so when you do it's something special. he clams up and becomes nervous at first-- more like awkward as your parents say their hellos and 'how have you been's and you both try to find the nerve to say you're going to hang out in his room.

he usually grabs your arm and pulls you along, and the second you're both alone you become much more comfortable. it's fun to see what you can find it Epel's room, him excitedly showing you an apple he carved—admittedly not very good, a chunk or two out of place and a tad misshapen but leaps and bounds better than the last one he showed you when you were out climbing the apple trees.

you often climb the apple trees together and pick the most ripe apples you can find, eating them together and getting juice all over your hands and on your faces, not the prettiest and most pleasing to the eye but in terms of taste they're the best. he tries to keep up ever eager to not be left behind and indeed he's sometimes better at climbing than you are. he takes on tougher trees though, leaving Epel struggling at times. is that to impress you so you think he's strong?

you know he's strong, he's always proving that, sitting in the apple trees carving something he won't show you into an apple he picked up there. he says he wants to show it to you once he's done, and you pick the apples you find ripe enough in the meantime. it's a fun enough task as you talk to him about some story the two of you make up or about some show you both really like or a book that you want him to read.

it's not of great substance, but you have fun with it, then run back home for him to show you something. chasing each other around his house is way more fun than it sounds, especially when you're running from the rotten apple monster—a big mushy mess of all the rotten apples that weren't picked coming back for revenge. it's not real of course, but hiding away in different rooms from it definitely makes it seem real.

he's better at magic than you are, and sometimes it bothers you, but most of the time you prefer to scoop him and fuss over him. the older you get with him the more you feel like the gap you have grows, though you remain close and childish around each other. he apparently met someone who made him clean himself up and the second he comes home for winter break, you see him collapse on the couch and melt at the comfort of home. it was some guy named Vil from his school.

he was glad to see you though, maybe just a little confused what you were doing in his house when he came home. in reality you were helping out with the apple farming again, coinciding with break and you can't help laughing at all these absurd tales he tells about his dorm mates and their 'rich people etiquette', recounting some story of how he accidentally drank out of a bowl of stale water thinking it was a fancy cup. you're both laying flat on the floor by the end of it from laughing.

you're glad he has friends, though he says he has to practice singing like it's some kind of disease. his housewarden set him up to the task, and you agree to help him but he doesn't seem all that interested in it. this sparks your second idea. if you keep him busy all vacation then when he goes back he'll have a nice, neat excuse for his housewarden as to why he couldn't do it.

making the winter fun is your easiest task so far. he'll make it back to school with the perfect excuse.

[witch-hazels-musings]

for you, I would 

warning: comfort / fluff , reader suffers slight injury, friends to lovers (pre-relationship focused) includes: Albedo (alchemy accident), Childe (sparing injury), Diluc (cut), Xiao (sprained ankle) character x gn reader | anthology

request: Reader hurts themselves (cut on the hand while cooking, injury during sparing practice, twisted ankle, ect) || a-n: Albedo’s is in present tense? (idk sometimes I just start and make things up as I go -- nothing is planned -- brain go brr how it wants to)

Albedo

Albedo works hard to make sure the lives around him are better, to improve their quality of life through research, advancements, breakthroughs

he never imagined his mind would be filled with worry for anyone other than his family, but he finds himself slipping you into that mold - there’s a desire to care for you, to think of you, and attend to things he wouldn’t in others 

he’s not sure why - but he’s learning 

There was a commotion in the research lab. It’s not unheard of since volatile concoctions are often brewed in the research wing of the Favonius headquarters, but it seemed far more lively today as people shout and dash through the halls to get aid from one of the churches healers. 

Albedo, who had been busy in the library for most of the morning, returned to find the lab in disarray. “What happened?” he asked, curiosity slipping across his face as he scans the room and notices the black scorch mark on the back wall. His heart strains uneasily as he recalls who normally sits there. 

“There was an accident. Apparently the chemicals were mixed improperly in their container and well ... someone was hurt.” Albedo, with his calm and even expression noticed the notebooks which have practically disintegrated by the chemical reaction, turned without gathering more information and headed toward the recuperation wing. 

--

“A-ouch.” 

“Apologies. It’ll only take another minute,” the healer explained as they wrapped the burn on your arm. The pressure of the cloth made your eyes water, but the salve they put on moments before was already working to numb the slight throb.  Mostly, you were relieved to be as far away from the research lab as possible. Getting injured was one thing, but being fussed over by that many people was too much to handle. 

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice behind the curtain. It’s patient, calm, and familiar tone told you who it was long before the owner appeared in your isolated corner of the room. “y/n?” Albedo called out, hand pushing against the thick curtain, hair slightly out of place. Did he run here? 

“Albedo, hi.” He made his way toward you, not paying much attention to the healer except to nod a hello. His eyes drifted to the bandage on your arm before scanning the rest of your body. “Is there something you needed?” He doesn’t respond, but you give him time too anyway. 

The way he looked you over was intense. His gaze drifted from spot to spot, lingering a bit longer than you expected on the parts of your body no longer covered by clothes. Nervously, you pulled the blanket you were offered earlier over your legs. 

“Are you alright?” he finally asked, but you noticed an oddness in his tone. Albedo was always kind to those around him, you do you your best not to think too much about it when it’s direct toward you. Still, you felt your cheeks warm at the hint of concern you heard, and your foolish heart building its hopes up. 

“I’m okay. It’s just a small burn,” the healer tucked the cloth into itself, clipping it in place before the two of you watch them collect their items and leave through the curtain. Antsy from all the sudden attention, you began to fuss with the bandage before continuing, “they said it should be fully healed in a few days. As long as I keep using this um - cream,” you lifted the small tin in your hands, “it shouldn’t leave any scars.” With a slight smile you hoped to reassure him but his lips have been turned down since he arrived. A strange expression for the normally kind face he wears. 

“I am pleased to hear that.” he utters with a sigh of relief, and you start to see hints of the normal Albedo on his face again. “Would you mind sharing what happened?” 

As if you knew what he was looking for, you explained in great detail what steps you took and how they ended up causing the type of reacting they did. In hindsight, you should have trusted your instinct when you felt something was off. Ammonium dichromate doesn’t tend to have rich, golden flecks in it, and the moment the warm minerals came into contact with slow dripping water, you realized what compound had accidently found it’s way into the orange filled glass. 

Albedo was attentive as you relayed the information, even more so when you explained how you narrowly ducked out of the way in time after catching a whiff of the gas before the containers exploded and the reaction spread across your work station. You were lucky, considering everything that could have gone horribly wrong. “Next time, I’ll double check the ingredients before pressing forward.” 

“I see.” Albedo didn’t say much throughout your explanation, but that wasn’t unusual. What was curious to you was the way he stared, lingered, obsessed over your arm. It was a small burn, but the fixation his eyes had on the off-color bandage made you fidget. 

“I’ll return shortly if you’re worried about losing time-” 

“It’s alright, you should rest.” 

“I’m really okay.” 

“I insist. After an event such as this, your body is still processing. Once your adrenalin fades, you may be prone to exhaustion or clouded judgement. There is no need to rush back to your work, we can attend to it on our own for now.” 

“I don’t want to cause more work for others,” you attempted to explain but Albedo cut you off. 

“It is no additional work you place on the shoulders of others.” Albedo had moved closer to you during your conversation, his hands seemed to itch to touch the bandage on your arm and though your heart beat wildly at the idea, you gave him permission without saying a thing. You could sense him, smell him - the scent of chalk and paper, soft vanilla mixing with his studious activities - you could feel his warmth as he touched your arm. You wondered for so long if your feelings for Albedo were just admiration for his intelligence, his kindness, but, in this moment, you finally understood what you’d neglected all along. 

You loved him. 

Your eyes drifted to his and though it made your cheeks burn, you held strong. When he spoke, and his stare met your own, you forgot how to breathe, “It’s more important for you to recover today so you may be refreshed tomorrow.”

“I guess your right ... ah, well, I’m sure you’d tell anyone the same thing,” you added the last comment as if it were a shield for your feelings. This concern over you wasn’t because you were special, you were just like everyone else to Albedo, it was important you discovered that now - or so you told yourself. 

“Perhaps, but,” he continued, voice growing softer as he spoke, “but for you, I find myself reacting with a strangeness I have yet to understand. I-If you would give me more time, I believe I can discern an answer.” 

Albedo’s eyes were steady, focused while yours were lost in a search without an end. It seemed so clear to you now that you knew what if felt like to hold feelings for another person. How long had it been since it was difficult to breathe, since it was a struggle to think or reason all because of some fluttering pull of your affections for another? If there was any hope he might find himself to feel the same ... you were willing to take those odds. 

“Alright,” you replied but before either of you could continue to dive deeper into this discovery of yours, the healer made their way back into the room and the two of you were left stealing glances at the other until they were gone. 

-- 

Childe

the day he met you he was hooked; like a fish on the line he prayed you’d reel him in, and like a diligent fish does, it ensures his line doesn’t fray 

Childe didn’t worry over every little thing but his eyes kept a vested interest in your safety and if you needed someone next to you, well he didn’t mind joining you for a day ... or many 

“Keep your head up!” Arms crossed, you watched diligently as your students dashed around one another, smack each other with wooden swords and spears, and completely bungle the hours of instruction you provided them the day before. “Is that where up is?!” Annoyed, you stilled your tapping foot and headed their way. It would be easier to show them than it was for them to listen to your simple instructions. The only problem was, in your irritation, you forgot to tell them to stop moving and you learned that quickly be receiving a violent *whack* against your shoulder and neck. 

“Teacher!” The pair of them yelled as you stumbled backward holding your worsening injury. It stung, painfully, the heat from your hand only making it worse somehow. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t - I didn’t see-” 

“It’s fine,” you hissed, more angry at yourself for not telling them you were there than at them for hitting you. Swallowing the pain, you stretched your neck, rotated your shoulder blade, and reached your hand toward one of the students. They stilled, expecting punishment but found none. “Like this,” you explained by positioning them properly. Tilting their chin was easy enough but it took you a moment to position their arm and body, “In this stance you won’t lose sight of your opponent. Feel the stability in your back? The range of your sight?” They nodded and you continued, “If you keep your head and eyes locked on your target, your body will respond appropriately.” Stepping away, you let the two of them mirror each other, their eyes locked, bodies displaying strength and power where earlier they weren’t, “good. Again,” you instructed them as you stepped backward until you bumped into something sturdy. “Wh-?” Turning sharply, and regretting the action immediately, you saw a familiar face smiling at you. “Oh-” 

“Hey there,” Childe beamed, his hands finding your arm as you turned to face him. 

“Hiya,” you replied, unconsciously rubbing your neck. It stung so much you were certain it would leave a bruise. “What brings you ... here?” Stumbling over your words wasn’t an uncommon thing with Childe. He somehow managed to make you trip over yourself like no one else ever did, but this time you had a more valid excuse. The pain in your shoulder, the creeping tightness in your neck, was making it hard to focus, and talk. 

“To see my favorite sparing instructor, of course.” he explained with a bright smile, eyes playful but devious. 

“Mmm, you might have to come back tomorrow. I have a lot of students today.” You tried to turn toward the four pairs of sparing matches happening just behind you but it hurt too much so you gave up. “You know it’s first come firs-wh-what are you doing?” You stumbled backward but became entangled in Childe’s grip. His fingers pressed against your lower back, face drew closer to your own as he pulled your hand away from the growing bruise on your skin. You caught a whiff of him and it made you dizzy. 

“This doesn’t look so good.”

“It’s not that ba-ouch-” his touch made you wince. Did he do that on purpose? 

“Come with me.” 

“W-Childe, I still have my student--hey!” He slipped behind you and pushed you forward but not before yelling back to the group to finish up their sets and take a break. Since when did he become the teacher here? 

--

“Sit.” He instructed but practically forced you to comply. The tent blocked the sun but not the wind, which you were glad about since it became rather stuffy in the small space. 

“It’s really fine, Childe. You don’t have to worry so much.” 

“An injury like this could become serious.” He explained and set down a small plate full of random medical supplies. “If you’d like,” he began, a ring in his voice as he spoke, “I could tie you up, and then you’d have to do what I say.” 

Your heart skipped so many beats you wondered if you would pass out but, luckily, your stubbornness kept you grounded, “--n-no,” you mumbled, cheeks burning and eyes avoiding as he laughed at your reply. 

“The other would be more fun -” 

“NO!” you shouted, louder than you intended and with the sudden burst of energy you groaned at the pain while your body grew far to warm for your liking. 

“I’m only joking,” he reassured you, slightly, “though, if you begged me to I could make som-ahah, alright, alright!” He succumbed to you after several sharp japs at his side shut him up. His laughter was still drifting around in the tent while you worked to steady your beating heart. It was unfair how easily he could toy with your emotions, and even more painful that he could touch you without losing himself to the sensation. 

You sighed at the cool relief of the salve he rubbed gently over your shoulder and neck. Letting your head drift to your left shoulder, you let him work the mixture over your exposed skin until the burning heat had subsided into a tingling cool. 

“How’s that?” 

“Great.” Even with your eyes closed, you could have sworn you heard the smile he shared with you but maybe it was just your imagination working overtime. You were becoming lost in his touch, distracted, mailable, comfortable by the way his palms worked your skin, by the way his fingers ran across your body and the heat from him stretched toward your legs to let you know how close he was to you. “Mmm.” 

He was making you lost within yourself but suddenly the sensation changed as he moved from working the salve into your skin to undoing your shirt. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Checking for other injuries.” 

“I don’t have any.” 

“I’ll be the jud-”

“Childe!” You slapped his hand away, grabbed your shirt and stared daggers at his amused face. His laughter in all it’s glory, head tossed back, hand pressed against his stomach, told you this was just a joke to him and somewhere in your simple heart your felt cheated. “Stop teasing me,” you begged, more desperate than you wanted to sound. It hurt again so you made a move to leave but he stopped you before you could escape the shade of the intimate tent. 

His grip was strong but kind, his hand only gripping your wrist with enough pressure to keep you still, “You shouldn’t leave yet.” 

“I have to. My students are waiting -” 

“I can work with them.” 

“You?” You looked up at him but all you saw was a serious expression, one you knew you’d never be able to change. “... fine, but only until for a few hours.” He smirked, happy to know he won over you, again. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh on them.” 

“Mmhm.” 

“And besides,” he started even though he was already headed out the door, “for you, I’d do whatever you asked of me.”

“By the archons, just -” you waved at him and he laughed loudly at your frantic desperation to get him to leave. He was too much for your heart; it was unfair how easily he held you captive and how painful it was to know you’d never be more than a friend to him. 

“... listen up, I’ll be taking over for the rest of the day ...” Childe’s voice drifted on the wind while you moved the items from the medical kit back into it’s block. “... oh, y/n’s a bit tied up right now,” at his words you tripped over the stool you were sitting on moment before. As you struggled to lift yourself off the ground, you thought of all the ways you could get away with murder. 

--

Diluc

thinking of your safety was as easy as breathing - at times he labored over it, obsessed about it but his anxieties over you getting hurt were meant to be a burden on his shoulders alone; and this fact he would keep buried inside for as long as he could

there were times he would fuss, offer his support more than you imagined he would or move in the background to get things done for you without you knowing -- all he wanted was for you to be safe 

“I’m so sorry, would you give me a moment?” you asked the customer who was gazing at the glistening flowers on display while your hand cupped your arm. They looked at you with a kind smile, nodding to let know they were fine to wait. You were grateful because the cut on your arm was starting to seep into your sleeve and the pain was becoming unbearable to handle. “Thank you,” you said with a smile before weaving your way through the wooden shelves and toward the front door of the flower shop. 

Luckily it was a slow day today so you didn’t have to worry about holding anyone up from getting their orders. Still, you were mad at yourself for not paying attention to your surroundings. Why you thought placing the sheers in such a way that they’d point directly toward whoever walked by them was a mystery. Ultimately, you blamed it on your distracted thoughts. It was starting to become annoying the amount of times you thought about him, and now it was making you hurt yourself. 

With a sigh, you shouldered the door to the back room open but soon realized it would be difficult to get the cabinet door open so you could grab the medical box. It was even more inconvenient when you heard the entry chime ring out signaling a customer had just come inside. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” you called out while grabbing a dirt covered towel from the table and wrapping it around your arm. Once secured, you wiped your hands over the apron at your waste, moved to reach the medical box but jumped when footsteps behind you caught your attention. “I’m sorry, I’ll be - o-oh - um, M-Master Diluc?” 

“Are you alright?” Diluc’s sudden appearance made you falter, nearly causing you to dump the contents of the box onto the floor. He moved quickly to assist you and the unusual proximity mixed with a wave of his scent made your head spin. 

Shaking your head, you tried to compose yourself but found it difficult. He was so close, his support so sturdy, if it weren’t for the reddening towel at your arm you would have blamed him for the weakness in your legs. “Yeah - yes, I’m okay. I just ... well,” you gestured to your wrapped arm with a nod and though you hardly ever seen him make physical contact with another person, you couldn’t stop yourself from fixating on the hand he kept at your back. Even when he heled take the box from your arms it lingered there. 

Was it possible for blood loss to make someone hallucinate? You’d ask Sucrose later. 

“Allow me.” 

He offered his hand so you could sit in the wooden chair. Somehow you felt so small next to him even though that wasn’t really the case. Perhaps it was the care and tenderness he showed you that made you feel so dainty at his side; how he helped you sit, how he hovered over you but was never oppressive, how he said or asked for your permission before doing anything. It was unfair how he checked every box on your list - let me breathe for a moment, your heart pleaded. 

“How did this happen?” he asked as he untied your makeshift bandage and examined the slit on your arm. His expression didn’t change but you weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not. 

“My clumsiness.” When he didn’t respond you filled the space yourself, “I was working on a bouquet for Lawrence,” you began, paying close attention to Diluc’s every move. The gentle way he lifted your arm, the quick actions he took to grab the necessary items from your kit, the small shake of his head or the furrow of his brows as he worked. Eventually you had to look away or your story would have shifted from truth to an outcry of your feelings for him. “Anyway, I placed the sheers in the shelf ... pointed upward, as if that was the right thing to do, and when I leaned past them to get the Sweet Flowers, I cut myself.” 

“I see.” 

“It was my mistake. I just wasn’t thinking ...” you felt embarrassed about the whole thing. Mad at yourself to not being more diligent, annoyed at the distraction this had caused you, and upset that it had brought Master Diluc into the mix. He had so much on his plate ... “I really don’t want to keep you, this was my fault.” 

“It’s no worry. I’m almost finished anyway.” 

“Oh, well, okay ...” 

The room fell silent but you didn’t mind. It was comforting to hear the rustling noises he made as he patched up your arm, the silent ways you communicated with him when you could tell he was searching for something particular. He moved so you could reach for it, his eyes following after you until they returned to the task in front of him. You were standing before him now, back pressing against the desk covered in the clutter you didn’t clean the evening before. The intimacy you felt with him was unfair, so you distracted yourself with other things. 

The sound of laughter spilling in from the partly cracked window, kids going on about their day, patrons of the city greeting or falling into long discussions with each other. You wondered how things were going just outside the entrance of the flower shop. 

“There,” he hummed, the sound reverberating in his chest. There was nothing more tantalizing than hearing him speak. “I can return tomorrow to see how it’s healing.” It wasn’t what you expected from him, though nothing about this interaction was really what you expected. 

The sensation of his hand holding your arm, the way his touch electrified your skin, the closeness the two of you found in the quiet, tucked away back room of the shop, the quick glances you made at him and the imagined ones he made at you. If this was a dream, you certainly didn’t want to wake up. If only he knew the affect he had on you.

“I’ll be alright, you really don’t have to go that far,” you chuckled, heart fluttering at his words but knowing it was too much to ask him to do more than he already had. The cut was an accident but it made today a gift, a beautiful memory you’d never forget. 

Diluc adjusted your sleeve and spoke, “For you,” he began, thumb caressing your skin and making you shiver, “I’d do far more than this.” His words were soft, quiet, you wondered if you’d misheard him. 

In an attempt to play it off, or to give him an out, you wiped your palm on your clothes and flashed him a playful look, “Diluc Ragnvindr, is that a confession?” Your heart pounded in your chest. How desperate was your hope that he, Diluc, the most wanted bachelor in the city, would have feelings for you. It was a wild pipe dream, but even if you knew he would give you the straightforward answer of, no, tempting him at all made you tremble in hopeful wishes. 

You were so distracted by your own nerves that you didn’t notice his fingers had stilled or how his cheeks grew redder by the second. When you finally braved yourself to look at him, the expression on his face told you more than words ever could and though you weren’t sure if it was his real voice or the voice in your desperate imaginations that said, ‘If it were?,’ all you knew was your daydreams and delusional fantasies were slowly shifting into reality. 

--

Xiao 

he always did his best to keep the darkness at bay, to fight and protect this world he protected on his own - the fact that you were in it was a reward he didn’t know he needed 

it wasn’t his intention to keep a watchful eye on you, to listen so intently to the whisper on the wind for his name, he just couldn't stop himself from thinking about you, worrying about you - what were you to him, really? 

It hurt. It hurt so much to walk, to move, to put pressure on the ankle you were trying so hard not to use but what were you going to do? Magically teleport somewhere safe? That was unlikely. So, you bit your cheek, leaned on the branch you found several paces back, and stepped forward. 

“You can - mmm - do this,” you grimaced, a whine sliding past your lips as you stumbled forward on your swollen ankle. You wanted to sit down, you wanted to cry, you wanted to give up but mostly you wanted to get back home, to safety. It was no ones fault but your own that you were even in this mess; if you’d paid a little closer attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have slipped off the cliffside and twisted your ankle like you did. “Stupid,” you berated yourself as you took another painful step forward. 

The sun was setting but you knew you had to continue. It was better to arrive late than to stay out in the wilderness like you were. Even with the small pack of food you had it wouldn’t be enough to keep you safe from everything that roamed in the marshes of Liyue. 

A gust of wind picked up around you, the sound of it’s presence rustled the trees and irritated the water off to your right. You sensed something familiar in it but became too distracted by your snapping branch to figure out what. “Ah!” Your hands flung to steady your fall, eyes closed to prepare yourself for more pain, but you never hit the ground, you found it odd until something warm pulled you against them and a comforting scent wafted about you. 

“Are you injured?” Xiao’s voice filled your ears, warmed your cheek as he breathed against your skin. It was the closest you’d ever been to him, ‘please don’t hear my heartbeat,’ you begged. 

“X-Xiao-!” Quickly you tried to steady yourself. Using him as a stabilizer, you pushed away from him but kept your hands wrapped around his toned arms, foot lifted slightly off the ground to keep pressure off of it. Your ankle throbbed but not at much as your heart. 

“Be careful,” Xiao gazed at you but you felt so much more than that; curse your tender heart for seeing more than what was truly there. Xiao was only being helpful, careful, kind, and yet your imagination was running away from you.

“I’m alright,” you lied, clearly, since your foot was still hovering over the ground. You noticed his eyes flicker toward your swollen, discolored leg, “I’m alright,” you whispered again, knowing he could clearly see you weren’t.

“I’ll get you to safety.” 

“W-wait, it’s o-ah!” Xiao lifted you in his arms with ease. You settled against him, arms flinging around his neck to stabilize yourself, legs kicking in the air and making you wince from the sudden jolt.

“Hold onto me,” he hummed and you complied without protest. 

--

Ver Goldet offered all her sympathy as she wrapped your ankle and instructed Smiley to make you something to ease the pain. He wasn’t the best at medical dishes, but he had enough experience to whip something simple together. 

After she helped you settle onto the upper floor balcony, away from the interested eyes of onlookers, you finally began to relax just in time to see the stars shine above you. 

“How are you feeling?” Xiao appeared out of thin air, a common occurrence for him. If you weren’t accustomed to it, you might have jumped, but with the comforting atmosphere, the pain in your leg easing, and the warm soup in your stomach spreading throughout your body, you hardly moved at all. 

“Better,” you began, letting out a sigh of contentment as you gazed upward toward the heavens. You loved being out here at night. There was something tranquil about this place, something safe you couldn’t put your finger on. At times this place felt more homey than your own home - how strange. “Thank you, Xiao.” you hummed, the ordeals of the day pulling at your eye lids and consciousness. You would have liked to stay up a little later but that became harder and harder with every passing second.  

Something was beside you, standing watch. Purple cloth fluttered against your arm and your exhausted fingers reached out to grab it. Like a small bird dancing in your peripherals, you giggled at it’s gentleness and found yourself humming along with it. From such an harsh ordeal, you were certainly finding peace on top of Wangshu Inn. 

“Xiao --” you mumbled, sleep taking you bit by bit, “thank you for ... rescuing me ...” a soft smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you looked up at what you thought was him. The golden lights from inside the inn shined around his head like a halo; to you, Xiao meant so much but you were too afraid to tell him. 

After the quiet breezed lulled you into sleep, Xiao took perch on the edge of the day-bed the owners set up for you. He made sure your hands were settled against your stomach, that your head was resting well on the pillows surrounding you, that the blanket draped across your legs would keep you warm. He watched, listened, waited, and when the words could no longer stay locked in his chest, he replied to your gratitude, “for you, I would do it again.” 

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[batwritings]

tired brain go brr

you don't have to write this if you don't want to since I sent in like what. two things already?

anyways

anime binde + cuddles with sapnap

pure cute fluff

I love this man sm I would start watching anime again for him. and I recently just stopped (like back in February) because I was growing a hyper fixation on Dream SMP

-🦔

Big mood on the tired brain lol. But yes!! I would love to see him show off his favorites and-- here, lemme just write it. Sorry it's a little shorter. Enjoy~!

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You had told Sapnap when you first started dating him that you'd be willing to try anything once. You were never really one for skateboards but he changed that pretty quick. Pokemon never really interested you in the kid, but you were currently working on your living 'dex. So the fact that he got you to agree to watching anime with him wasn't too surprising.

You had friends who liked it in high school, but nothing they ever showed you ever caught your interest. You weren't usually one to go for the stuff they showed you like Sailor Moon and Tokyo Mew Mew. So when Sapnap brought Hunter x Hunter to your attention, needless to say, you were hesitant.

It was slow at first, not quite grabbing your attention immediately. As the episodes went on though, and Sap invited you over for more and more anime and cuddle dates, they each grew on you. You had your favorites as well as those you didn't like. You butted heads with your boyfriend on a few, but all in all he appreciated your taste.

It slowly grew to more and more series as you finished that one. It wasn't uncommon for Dream to come in the door anymore and hear Japanese music blaring from the movie room in his and Sapnap's basement. Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, even some of the stranger ones all were watched with you curled up in Sap's lap.

"I wonder what those kids in high school would think if they could see me watching anime now," you muttered one night, pulling yourself into one of your boyfriend's hoodies.

"Weeb," Sapnap chuckles, earning a quick punch to the arm. "Nah, they'd probably be jealous you can out-anime them now."

You only laughed fondly, rolling your eyes as you pressed play on the new series.

[perrysian]

still haven't slept so brain is still on full "brr dumb ster wers" ideas BUT

IMAGINE WITH ME: Anakin in fact, DOES leave the Order either post the Hardeen arc or the Ahsoka leaves episodes, right?

Granted he's married to a relatively popular and famous and probably wealthy core politician. And there's probably some weird nebulous merch out there with his face/name on it due to his relative fame that he probably has some variation of rights to know as a private citizen, but that's going to be wrapped up in law suits and all and not immediately viable, but he's married!! He's a free man!! He basically adopted his padawan without his wife's prior consent!

He would like to contribute to the house hold!!!

Granted, also, Anakin-the-arm-candy-house-husband, Anakin the trophy bride, is very very tasty and I applaud anyone and everyone who subscribes to this ideal to sally forth and enjoy yourselves.

But let's be frank, it'd be five minutes at a political party of some sort for someone to say something snarky and backhanded about Padme for Ani's immediate reaction to be to put whoever opened their mouth in the hospital.

Not very good arm-candy if said trophy is busting kneecaps in your honor. Flattering? Yes. Useful to further your political nominally pacifist goals? Mmmmm not reeeeally.

SO, in the effort of Anakin Making Himself Useful and Being Good and Therefore Deserving of Love and Affection (please. please. get some therapy by all the little gods. please.) Anakin comes up with Immediate Plans for Funding to both: a) provide monetary compensation to his household for his many short comings, b) provide funding for Lawyers both Copyright and Legal to defend both his name as a citizen of the Republic and also TO GET THE CLONES RIGHTS AS SENTIENCE, WHICH IS ALSO WEIRDLY A COPYRIGHT ISSUE, WHICH ANAKIN FIRMLY AND LOUDLY DISAGREES WITH How does he do this you may ask? Well Merchandise, of course, that he and His Team (being him, Ahsoka sometimes, Ventress weirdly enough, and C3PO), control the production and sale of.

First piece of merch they create for distribution? ....Hero with No Fear Calendar of the Month. Like a Firefighters Fundraising Calendar, but with Young Saucy Former Jedi Anakin Skywalker.

Needless to say it makes bank. There's a weirdly intimate space magazine article talking about his history and how he had to "relearn ownership of himself and his body" once leaving the order. It's essentially a fluff piece but the accompanying photos are soft lit shots of him in delicate silken robes and mussed hair, long bare legs splayed out on the couch, space lace collar of the robe falling just so over his décolletage.

(Ventress takes surprisingly tasteful photos, for a former Sith apprentice.)

It's Scandal, Sex, and Senate Sanctions from the word go!!!

Anakin Skywalker, Space Wizard turned SpOnly Fans for Lawsuits.

((Padme is already pregnant at this point and if she wasn't she is now fuck you canon timeline, so they were planning on retiring to Naboo anyway once she neared her due date, and honestly if she's gonna go out, Padme's going out with a bang!))

(((Bail Organa: please do not actually go out with a bang, do not get assassinated because your very attractive young bride keeps poking the trade federation and the anti-clone people in the eyes directly. can I get at least 20 copies of the calendar for Breha's staff?)))

[kiwikyuu]

➟ a list of my favorite haikyuu works

(across tumblr, in no specific order, with mini thoughts by me)

note:

- some works may include smut

— i am in awe of each and every writer and work on this list! the tumblr writing community is so cool and i just wanted to share a couple of my favorites for this fandom. happy reading

— if you are a writer mentioned on this list and would prefer for me to remove your work, please send me a message and i will immediately

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ KARASUNO

october — "warnings: cursing, mentions of hickeys, makeout session hehe"

this is a particularly great combination of suggestive (not smut!) and fluff. it's cute and it's realistic and absolutely adorable. it reminds me of what i wished my high school relationship was like.

this didn't happen | tsukishima kei — "WARNINGS: honestly i think this is cute, but theres some angst oops, pining, unedited, kissing, kinda sad if you can read between the lines, season three spoilers"

you don't understand. the writing. the set up. the execution. absolutely beautiful! sometimes you come across a work that just encases the characters perfectly and something about that is just so *chef's kiss*

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

this was such a soft headcanon with wholesome high school / coming of age vibes. for real transported me into each scenario

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ NEKOMA

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ AOBA JOHSAI

beautiful stranger — "tw: indirect and direct implications of suicide"

an 11/10 good read and probably my favorite oikawa work so far. if you're worried about the trigger warning, i would say it's not too heavy because the lighter parts balance it out

come on, let go — "contents: oikawa being your first love, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, rebound?? he dates you to get over his ex, oikawa being an idiot 🙄👎 and happy ending!! ft. aoba johsai team."

i am a simp for oikawa and basically all the haikyuu boys but this one ohohoho this one was bittersweet but in the best way possible. it does end on a happy note tho :)

it was always there — "oikawa tooru x f!reader your friends always said that you’d never have to worry about seeing oikawa again. if only you knew how wrong they would be—and not just a minor wrong. the ‘I just got paired up with my ex-boyfriend for our class final project’ kind of wrong."

this was so cute. it's 12k words and was a great read. if you're a fan of ex lovers to lovers with a hint of hurt/comfort then i recommend this

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ FUKURODANI

broken — "warning - mentions of illness + death"

yes i cried. yes i couldn't stop. what about it :(

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ INARIZAKI

college student!miya atsumu hc dump — "pairing: gn!reader ; genre: so much fluff, headcanons/mini drabbles ; tag(s): fluff, slightly suggestive, just the underclassman years for now, based on the american college system ; wc: 1.2k"

simply this is the college experience i wanted. i absolutely despise relationships but this one right here made me doubt that for a moment there

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ SHIRATORIZAWA

the grey area ; tendou satori — "tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k"

this,,,god this shit right here,,,this was sent down from so heavenly place because holy shit. this was so good. it was just it was SO good. i absolutely cannot form full sentences to even begin to describe how much i fucking loved this

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ GENERAL

the hq boys falling in love as love quotes found on the internet

gosh this hit different. it was so wholesome and ugh,,,,,,,brb sobbing. i loved it so much. i really am a sucker for soft haikyuu

haikyuu on a zoom call — "[18+] its back to school time for most of you, or if you’re like me you’re working from home, and thus our lives are dictated by a tiny little app called zoom. while skype mightve missed the mark, here’s what the world of hq does on zoom!"

y'all it's the way that this had me fucking LAUHING so much oh my,,,,like this was so good. completely accurate and made zoom seem a little less intimidating

random couple tiktok pranks you’d do to your haikyuu boyfriend

ngl tiktok is my most actively used app (spotify in background came at #1) according to my screen time report so this was just icing on the cake

hq boys office au

this is one of those hc's that just really make you wish the boys were real

gift giving || haikyuu — "warnings: suggestive, timeskip spoilers!!"

timeskip haikyuu make my brain go brr but this was so thoughtful and everything just made sense. i absolutely loved this and it was so soft!!

how you comfort them when they lose a game

my heart broke and was re made reading this

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confessions - y. soma

summary; soma is less than experienced when it comes to love, god forbid he actually falls in love...wait-

genre; comedy, soma is an idiot, fluff, god help this boy, hehe crushes make him go brr, soma that’s not how you do it-

word count; 676

a/n; he is such a dumbass i love him just like no thoughts head empty just soma. honestly i see him not really liking anyone (even after finishing the last season) tbh. don't even get me started on it. BUT ALSO SOMA BEING AN ENBY GOING BY HE/THEY??? I HC THAT-

anyways i was gonna make this one shot more longer but my brain really said no 😔

Soma never asked for these feelings. So maybe he thought you were cute... And he liked your passion for cooking... and maybe he understood the feeling that his dad would get. That feeling that makes you want to cook for your loved ones and see the smiles on their faces. He wanted to see you smile not just from his cooking. He wanted to be the reason you smiled. 

But how the fuck was he gonna confess?

He’s never liked anyone like this before. What was he supposed to do?

Well, he had an idea. He’ll do what he does best.

“Let’s have a Shokugeki, y/n-chan!” 

What.

“What? Why?” You gave him a look.

“I want to go against you!" He said, clearly determined to have a Shokugeki against you. "And I'm gonna win!" He has that shit eating grin on his face as he looks at you. You were surprised to say the least, neither of you had a rivalry against each other or anything like that. Both of you were more like a partner in crime duo. You both really liked working together.

Maybe he was just eager to fight someone since he hasn't done a Shokugeki in a long while? Maybe he was just bored?

"What's in it for me exactly?" You can see him go comically pale as he now realized he hadn't thought this far, let alone even think because let's be real here, outside of cooking, he's not the brightest crayon in the box...

“Well... I didn’t think that far?” You drop a sweat at his words. Of course he wouldn’t think far ahead. 

“What was gonna be your reward then?”

“That’s a secret!” He has a cheeky smile on his face while he’s standing proudly as you give him a look.

Maybe you should give in. You sigh, “Okay, I’ll do a shokugeki with you, Soma-kun.” You can see a bright smile on his face as he cheers. 

Now here you both were, in an arena, with a crowd watching to see if you or Soma would lose. Was this a little over the top? Yeah. No one even knew the stakes of this, you didn’t even know. For all you know, Soma was just doing for fun but if he was, it wouldn’t be this large scale... Soma was an over the top person, yeah, but he’s had enough shokugekis that were unofficial and not even in the arena. What prize could be so important that he just had to make this official?

Of course, as expected, Soma won. Though you lost, at least you put up a fight. You weren’t his partner in crime for nothing. You were close to winning but alas, Soma was a very skilled person in cooking.

“Well, what was your prize for winning? What do you want from me, Soma-kun?” You don’t know if it was from the heat from cooking or the stares of the crowd but you noticed how red his face was. 

“Er... good question. I want...” For the first time, he’s actually flustered and nervous. His mouth is dry from how scared he is. He hopes that you don’t reject him harshly. “I want to go on a date with you. y/n, I like you!” He manages to put on a confident front as he looks at you.

“That’s it?” Hah? He thinks. “You know if you wanted to go out with me, you could’ve just said so!” You smiled brightly at him. He relaxes at your words before laughing.

“I didn’t really know how to ask you out to be honest! I’m glad you feel the same way too!” He’s much less nervous after hearing you and seeing your bright smile. “Also, can I try your dish? It looked really good!”

“Only if you let me try yours.” You both traded dishes, eating with delight. Soma had stopped eating for a moment to look at you. The cheeks full of food and your smile shining brighter than sun really made him want to fall in love again.

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i have followed the primogem here✨✨🤲🤲

primos pls— /j

on a seriouser note (if thats appropriate), i hope you're doing well!!! i am Here With a request of a tsundere reader or like reader 'who is normally seen as cold but tends to soften once you get to know them' hcs with zhongli and childe (separately) hc? 👀 and whoever you'd like to add!

im not sure if this is considered specific traits (?)— and if it is, and if you don't do specific traits, it's alright!! either ways i hope you'll have a fantastic day/night 😌

YEA also me too anon... *looks at my 124 primos and 0 fates*... my pity is over 50 now so maybe the game will decide i deserve One (1) five star soon...

also i added kaeya because imagining him with someone like this makes my brain go brr he would be So annoying but also very endearing yk. Man after writing his now i am Sad. kaeya my beloved you deserve so much more ;x;

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Format: Headcanons Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Kaeya (separate) Pronouns used: none but i call you bro during kaeya’s bit Type: fluff Warnings: like one mild swear

ZHONGLI

- when he first meets you he sees how you present on the outside and decides to respect your boundaries and give you your space

- he’s very good at reading people and also a very patient person, so when he finds someone he’d like to get to know better, he pursues the most sensible path: make sure they’re comfortable with him first

- since externally you’re so cold, he assumes you just like your space, so he takes his time to let you warm up to him

- he’s also pleasantly surprised when you come out of your shell!

- it’s a nice reveal for him; you must trust him and enjoy his presence, so you’re softer and more open with him

- it makes him feel proud :)

- of himself and also of you! he’s managed to get to know you fully and you’ve managed to open up to someone (and he’s so glad it’s him too man’s smitten)

- he learns that his original “diagnosis” was correct when he sees how you act around other people you don’t knoW (cold, like you were to him at first)

- he’s so happy and feels so lucky like “this person chose me to be close to”

CHILDE

- polar opposite of zhongli. does everything in his power to break down your cold exterior As Fast As Possible

- man it gets annoying sometimes

- but this guy’s on a mission. he’s got his mind made up. and when he puts his mind to something NOTHING can stop him, not even the walls of ice you’ve worked so hard to build up towards strangers

- it’s actually kind of cute how persistent he is. he really cares about you now and genuinely wants to know you

- at first it was a challenge against himself to see if he could thaw your mask of ice but now... he’s gone too deep. he‘s invested in your life and in you and actually, he like you a lot

- it’s around the time he realizes this that you warm up to him and are softer around him

- i think he deadass forgot this was his goal. he‘s just too happy that you actually seem to enjoy him

- will tease you about it though

- “oh? you want a kiss now? i thought you were all mean and scary though... WAIT NO COME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN IT I’LL GIVE YOU KISSES”

- save this man

KAEYA

- another relentless one but this time! he just flirts with you! good luck bro!

- he flirts with everyone but when people shun him like you do it becomes a competition. who can cave first? again: good luck bro

- he’s also got his flirty mask though, so... he’s one to talk

- you actually gradually discard your masks at the same time. and then somehow he’s his genuine self around you and you don’t act so cold to him all the time

- you become someone he can trust and vice versa, and he really really values that and then SOMEHOW you guys are tight friends and THEN you start dating

- sometimes you wake up and he’s next to you because there was a storm and he spent the night and you look at him and you’re like. man what how did this even happen

- he sees you act cold to strangers and looks at YOU and is like. man what i am so happy How did this even happy

- you no longer need luck <3

[helenazbmrskai]

title ‹ Christmas bribery ›

pairing ‹ soldier!seokjin x oc ›

genre ‹ Christmas/holiday au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst but barely there ›

summary ‹ This is the first time you can’t go home and celebrate Christmas with your family so your mom makes sure you don’t spend the holidays alone happy to learn that Seokjin, your mother’s best friend’s son is taking his annual leave near the 22nd of December from Military services. This story is about the biggest Christmas bribery of the century. ›

warnings ‹ swear words here and there, bad puns? ›

word count ‹ 6.2k ›

notes. I’m here to deliver a light read to set the mood for the holidays and I hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the process of writing it. In this Christmas collab, I had the chance to meet with these amazing people so I’m sharing this story as a gift and as a thank you!

this is part of the Christmas fic collab that was suggested by @kooala​ please check out the masterpost and enjoy every story we share! 

”You did what?!” I feel dizzy due to the sudden movement of my body jerking up in a sitting position, crisscrossing my legs under me as my hand holds up the phone to my right ear a little bit more pressingly after hearing the breaking news. That she tells me with a singing tone sounding so excited but I can’t seem to share her sentiments as the bewilderment decorating my voice is in sharp contrast with the silence that settled on the cosy apartment like a thick feather-filled duvet. Nibbling on my thin lips I locate the single gingerbread scented candle on my desk still illuminating the interior of my messy bedroom the flames licking up the walls and disappearing near the ceiling, creating pretty shapes and lights over the dull paint, it helps me regain my composure before I realise that mom is not yet finished talking.

”Well he needed a place to stay and busses won’t go out because of the upcoming storm his apartment is in Daegu and I’m sure he’ll be tired from the flight.” Flicking on the lights I take in the sight, clothes piled up on the chair’s armrest whilst dirty plates littering every usable surface, fuck, if my room looks like a pigsty I don’t want to imagine how the other rooms are looking right now.

I was so immersed in doing great on my finals that I don’t think I cleaned the space up for a while.

I should start doing my laundry so I have something to wear as I already look to be out of clean t-shirts inspecting the pile of unwashed jeans and other garments, momentarily embarrassed to see I’m also out of room to place new dirty clothes on top of all these.

”What are you implying mother?” Pursing my lips, I honestly start to lose her train of thoughts as her rant goes on and my eyes wander over the state my apartment is in after stressful weeks but knowing her ways she’ll start with building on my conscience until she realises that I’m no longer an unsuspecting five-year-old girl and she’ll pull out the big guns and dust off her bribing skills.

Whatever her plan is, she always makes me go accordingly no matter how much I try to resist or protest and I feel a knot form in my throat at that. If this is about my non-existent dating life again that she called me to discuss in the dread of the night, I swear I’m gonna flip a table or something.

”You remember Sunha’s eldest son?” Answering back with a question as she often likes to do, doesn’t throw me off balance as it used to.

I’m long ago accustomed to getting her ways to twist the conversation to her favour so I’m ready to fire back my reply in the same form matching her up. ”How is your best friend’s son has to do with any of this?” Utterly confused by the mention, that must lace my tone since she lets a lightsome laugh bubble up in her chest I can picture her dimples are showing in full display because of it.

”Did you even pay attention to a word I said?” She sounds more amused than accusing, letting me know that she actually doesn’t mind how my head gets airy sometimes, her playfulness earns a groan from my side of the line, it’s getting pretty late and I have not enough brain cells left for her mind games.

”Spit it out, mom. You know I love you but I had a rough week so spare me of your wicked schemes.” I breathe out the words orbs closing involuntarily as I rest my head against the door frame. Where was I going anyway?

Maybe I should go for a hot chocolate before bed.

It’ll be weird not seeing my family for the holidays but I don’t want my mom to worry about me so I made sure to be extra cheerful all the time when she called only ignored her attempts of reaching me like one or two times as I had to study for two last exams and now that I can finally relax the exhaustion seems to catch up to me. I’m fine being on my own, making food and seasonal sweets while I watch tv without any interruptions, sounds like an excellent plan for Christmas, not caring how loud my music is or how bad my singing voice is under the shower.

No family means sweet alone time awaits, no one will tell me to go to sleep and I didn’t need to worry what kind of a present I should purchase at least for a little while.

”Do you remember Seokjin or not Y/N? This conversation will last longer if you don’t cooperate with me.” I can practically see her eye roll directed at me in front of my eyes despite she’s twenty miles away from here, wishful thinking on my part that she’ll let this conversation go if I ask her to stop beating around the bush.

”I don’t know. Maybe?” A fragment of my memory is triggered by hearing his name, and a scenario appears out of nowhere that was a few years ago in Sunha’s second marriage ceremony as I stand in a pastel lavender dress.

Mother was otherworldly happy for Sunha that day she dragged me with her as she chatted away mixing with the guests until we settled down to our table - when the cake cutting took place - that consisted of the bride and groom themselves and close family members like Sunha’s sons and his significant other’s daughter and, of course, my mother and I was present too.

I remember sitting down and just looking ahead aimlessly when I locked gazes with a handsome man his posture was immaculate and he seemed happy for his mother but couldn’t hide how restlessly he fidgetted in his seat, his eyes couldn’t settle watching only one thing, he even looked skittish as he jumped in his seat when the girl sitting on his left tried to catch his attention. Our eye contact lasted less than five seconds and his presence remained for thirty minutes at most as he apologised to her mother and everyone at the table since he had some urgent affairs to attend to.

I probably looked shocked for the reason that mom whispered the words into my ear when he left so suddenly to make sense of things. ”That’s Jin, her eldest son he serves in the army he probably couldn’t get a full day off because of his duties.” After humming in an understanding gesture I fixed my gaze onto the cake slice in front of me.

I remember that man clearly but with purpose, I don’t elaborate further than that, so she doesn’t have the compromitting piece of information to latch onto and make it a bigger issue. She would be elated to know I do remember Kim Seokjin, well, he’s hard to forget in the first place, he smiled only once as his mother hugged him at the table and even if it lasted for less than a second the expression was captivating. Howbeit if she tells me that she organised a date with him I’m going to slam my head to the closest hard surface I can tell. He’s so out of league and dating someone with such a dangerous profession at that, it’s not going to work, doesn’t matter how much I find him attractive and charming.

”It doesn’t matter I guess. You two could get to know each other eventually as he’ll stay at your apartment.” She drops the bomb before disconnecting the call, she doesn’t even wait for my protests this time around. A groan leaves my lips while I look around the house promptly throwing my phone to land on my bed in the means of letting out some of my frustration. I need to get going and make this house presentable again, that hot chocolate needs to wait I guess.

 from: unknown number

[7.22 AM] Hi it’s Seokjin. My plane will take off at 9ish can you send me your address?

 Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter I open the message from the unknown number the device almost slips through my fingertips as I rake my eyes over the content hesitant about how to reply I turn to my friend who so generously offered her help to tidy up my living space a little before my unrequested guest arrives. With a broom in her hand, she looks back at my weird facial expression.

”What is it? It’s him?” Gaun asks abandoning her cleaning tools to read the message as well peaking over my shoulder in order to do that. ”He sounds so uptight even in text. Brr.” She shakes her shoulders in simple displeasure that earns an eye roll from me, it’s not that he’ll send hearts when our encounter was years ago for like five seconds. Honestly, I’m surprised that mom and Sunha were able to talk him into this in the first place.

”He’s a soldier Gaun and on the contrary, we don’t know each other he has no reason to be friendly.” Gnawing on my lower lip I click on the message to reply, typing a few lines before I deleted it and rewrote it before hitting send.

 [7.34 AM] Hey of course. Call me if you don’t find your way.

[7.34 AM] *google map link attached*

 from: Seokjin

[7.35 AM] I will thank you

 ”Let’s hurry up we don’t have that much time.” I place the phone back on the counter resuming my cleaning and Gaun starts to swipe the floor where she left off all the while I can hear the washing machine work in the distance.

 I could feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach when the doorbell finally rang and at the other side of the door, there’s Kim Seokjin in all of his glory, that handsome soldier I got a sneak peek at his mother’s wedding wearing a formal suit and tie combo that he pulled of so nicely. I wipe my hands with a towel leaving the leftover plates in the sink as I rush to open the door for him.

”Hi.” I greet him with a friendly smile plastered on my face, I have to tilt my chin upwards to meet his eyes, he’s even taller than I remembered and he’s wearing his military uniform. My hold on the doorknob tightens how unfairly handsome he is with his hair parted in both sides leaving his forehead uncovered his uniform is well fitted and compliments the curves of his waist and thighs the cherry on top is his platform jet black boots that matches with the colour of his hair that I love so much.

A well trained German Sheppard sits near his foot with his tongue out as soon as I crouch down to pet him so focused on the animal that I almost don’t catch Seokjin’s timid ’hello’ in return, the dog’s tail starts to wag furiously seeing my face at his eye level he throws me off balance as he marches forward for more pets.

”I’m sorry he’s not normally like this.” The handsome boy offers a hand to help me up with a sheepish look, I accept the extended hand with a faint blush ignoring the pain that shoots up to my ass because of the impact with the floor. His hand is bigger than mine as it gets fully enveloped in his warm ones.

”Mom didn’t tell me you have a dog,” I chuckle lightly as I pet the dog’s head one last time unsure what to do with my hand that he no longer holds. ”I mean, she didn’t tell me much just told me you’ll come today.” His unique laugh sounded nice ringing in my ears, it made me smile up at him as he playfully shook his head. It’s weird how relaxed I feel around his presence when I was shaking with nerves just moments prior, and I’m still not entirely comfortable with him but his whole aura has a calming effect on my body. I don’t think I’ve ever met with someone that makes me feel so at ease when it’s basically our first meeting.

”Yeah, well, I think we both got played by our mothers.” I have to agree on that one with him. Realising that we’re still standing in front of my entrance I beckon him to come inside stepping out of the way so he could easily slide his luggage beside him his dog’s paws leave imprints on the clean floor but I don’t mind it as he looks so excited about everything inside sniffing and exploring while Jin tries to make him behave scratching his neck when his dog doesn’t seem to listen to a single word.

”Sorry he’s making a mess.” Seokjin apologises seeing the muddy paw marks after connecting our eyes for a few seconds he follows the steps into the kitchen. ”No Cookie that’s not food for you.” The young soldier immediately runs after his companion when he tries to steal the cinnamon rolls from the kitchen counter and I can’t help but laugh at the sight as he scolds the dog.

This is going to be an interesting holiday season I can already tell.

 ”I can’t believe this fucking jar.” I contemplate to smash it against the counter after spouting several curse words when a hand landed on mine directly on the jar’s lid, I feel Cookie’s fur brush against my exposed leg having enough evidence to know who’s this arm belongs to and I turn around in a moment of weakness. Jin’s hair rests on the top of his head in a messy style sweat dampening the ends.

”Need some help?” His eyes hold a childlike glow in them as he brushes his fingers against mine replacing my digits with his and the lid pops easily in his hands.

I can’t say this display of physical strength doesn’t make him even more attractive in my eyes I barely pay attention to the fact that he stands so close I can feel his chest meet mine as we breathe handing back the opened strawberry jam.

”Thanks.” I hastily turn to avoid his gaze even though that doesn’t offer much advantage as he leans closer pushing his chest against the line of my back watching as my hands spread the jam over the walnut biscuits.

”Want a taste?” Feeling bolder than usual I face him again holding up a finished treat to his mouth, Jin makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat but parts his lips obediently letting me slip the food between his teeth.

”I’ll leave as a stuffed chicken if you keep feeding me these delicious treats.” Despite the indication, he doesn’t seem against the food I offer as he tries to steal one more from the plate but I pull his hand away curling my fingers around his wrist.

”Let me finish before you devour my hard work you pig.” I roll my eyes watching his childlike antics, he seems to take pleasure in riling me up from time to time. It’s been two days since he and his companion Cookie arrived and things just worked out smoothly Jin is a nice person with horrendous jokes but he does help out a lot around the apartment he even fixed my broken ladder so we can decorate the Christmas tree that he insisted we need to purchase when I told him I was not going to go all out and celebrate this year. After all, I was supposed to be here on my own.

He’s so used to training at headquarters that he leaves every morning to run for an hour before he comes back all sweaty and satisfied finding me eating my breakfast or drinking my coffee it doesn’t matter what’s in my hands he always needs to get the last bites from it. He’s really not good for my heart.

”Since you’re doing the sweets how about I make us lunch today?” Jin asks excitedly resting his head on top of mine gently careful not to put too much weight on me, my heart speeds up at the sweet gesture not trusting my words so I nod instead. One of these days I can’t wrap my head around his intentions, he looks so nonchalant as he does things like resting his head on me or patting my knee when we watch tv together with Cookie curled around us on the couch.

”I can’t work like this.” I use the excuse to separate our bodies, is it just me or the kitchen is getting hotter by every passing second, or it’s just my cheeks heating up due to his body moulding perfectly with mine. It doesn’t help either that I remember he’s sweaty under his shirt after his daily exercise smelling nice when he probably shouldn’t have. I busy my hands to glue the biscuits together with the jam moving slightly to the side a little further from Jin’s warm body, he doesn’t say anything else as he decides to leave the kitchen Cookie stays for the sake of finishing his meal before going on a quest to find his owner leaving me behind with my thoughts.

I wrap things up quickly after that, placing the treats in the middle so Cookie can’t reach it and clean up the jam stains before retreating to my room.

It’s a pleasant surprise to check my phone and see that my mom tried to reach me an hour ago, she’s up uncharacteristically early. Too curious to find out what she wants I dial her number without a second thought, it’s been three days that she called and that time she told me Jin will stay at my place until he has to go back to the army. Whenever I think about that a frown seems to climb its way up to my expression I got used to seeing him around the house that I tend to forget he won’t be around when the new year comes and it’s scary to think about how attached I feel to him or rather how lonely I’ll feel once this is all over. He’s a busy man in general and serving under the Military’s name means he can’t be here when I need him, it would be as painful in the long run as a long-distance relationship would be. Not that I assume he’s interested in me that way.

”Hey mom sorry I didn’t hear your call. Is everything alright?” I press my phone to my left ear, closing the door behind with the help of my foot before sitting down at the edge of my bed. Seokjin’s low hum and the sound of pots and pans indicate that he started soon after I left the kitchen, it’s early to start lunch already but Jin is always restless like that.

He needs to find things to do or fix because he gets bored easily, he told me that when I picked up on his punctuality that he always has to move like a clockwork at the base he developed a habit of making use of himself and he needs to constantly do things to keep his restless energy at bay so he can sleep well at night.

He wakes up exactly at six in the morning every day even without setting up his alarm. I think it’s endearing when he thumps his foot absentmindedly even if he’s watching a movie he’s interested in, legs spread wide in a comfortable position on the sofa, his body just never relaxes completely.

”Yes dear I called early to say Merry Christmas to my baby!” I giggle in response hearing her excitement conveyed through her voice. ”I hope you enjoy your Christmas present.” Her tone turned suggestive and my laughter died down, heat rose to my cheeks and my thoughts spiralled to Seokjin’s direction.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” I glance at the door listening for the noises to make sure Jin can’t hear my flustered tone, he’s still in the kitchen and that helps me relax a little until my mom’s knowing hum filled the silence in the conversation.

”Are you getting on well with Jin right? He’s a real sweetheart so treat him nice ok?” Can’t help but all the more agree with her, he’s very considerate and funny, I think he’s the one who’s treating me nice even though I supposed to be the host, he helps out a lot and good company to be around. He sometimes misplaces my things like moving plates to a higher shelf when he knows I can’t reach it there without his help and he cracks terrible jokes that I secretly like very much and Cookie is the apple of my eye already, I think he listens to me more than he listens to Jin at this point (there might be a tiny connection that I often give him special treats during his owner's absence) and I found it hilarious as he sulks on the couch calling his dog a ’traitor’ when he decides to rest his head on my lap instead of Seokjin’s.

Little things like that make me like Seokjin more and more with each passing day.

”I’m treating him just fine mom he said he gained weight since his arrival blaming it on me, don’t worry and enjoy the holidays with dad, after all, it’s the first time that you two could celebrate with just him after so long.”

”Will do darling. I hope you’ll have a wonderful time as well I know that finals were stressing you out so I hope that you are able to relax now.” We deemed the conversation finished after wishing each other happy holidays again and for once I feel like I can mean my words as I feel relaxed around a certain someone.

”Want to place the star on top?” Jin shoved the decoration piece in front of my face whilst I placed food on the coffee table to feast upon as we watch classic Christmas movies until we can’t keep our eyes open since it’s the first day of Christmas.

”I’m not stepping on that ladder you fixed, it looks like a death trap.” Eyeing all the nails and patches on the poor thing.

”If it can hold my weight so can yours.” Jin states the facts, placing the star into my opened palm with a mischievous grin. ”I’ll hold you so don’t be a baby and decorate with me, it’s not as fun doing it alone.” That pout, dangerous and he knows that I can’t possibly say no to that when he asks me so nicely with that adorable full lips of his.

”If I fall I’m dragging you with me, just saying.” I keep our eye contact to get my point across with a meaningless glare, the corners of my lips twitch to morph into a smile hearing his happy chuckles using that moment to turn to the ladder taking the first step up the stair the scent of Jin’s aftershave hit my sensitive nose feeling his hands curve around my hip squeezing my sides to reassure me he’s here to catch me. I can blame my wobbly legs because of the shaky ladder or on my fear of high places but I can’t fool myself that the delicate shake that overpowers my body is because of the excitement I feel as I daydream about his hands on different parts of my body. It feels nice to be held by him.

”Hold on for deer life then.” A fond smile appears on my face hearing him laugh on the pun he just told me, forget my inner turmoil in the meantime placing the star to add the last piece before we declare it’s complete.

I almost can’t mask the look of disappointment I feel when he lets me go once my feet are planted on the ground the star placed on top.

”Told you it’s safe. I’m here to keep you in one piece, sugar.” His hand landing on the top of my head, caressing my hair for the time length of two outdrawn strokes before he lets his fingers fall beside his body to prop around his hips observing the tree with so much excitement that he failed to see my blush due to the pet name that probably just slipped out without any meaning behind it.

”No Cookie it’s not yours love.” I catch him before he can bite a big chunk out of our late night dinner as we’re not paying attention, it created an opportunity for him that he would’ve been foolish to disregard.

”Cheeky pretty thing just like his owner, huh?” It slips out as I pet Cookie’s head kneading the soft short furs around his ears that he knocks our heads together in beaming excitement because of the affection.

”Cookie really likes you Y/N.” The affectionate gaze he looks at me with knocks the air out of my lungs, it sounded like for a split second that he means he likes me too. Wishful thinking I remind myself before looking away clearing my throat to get things started plopping down onto the couch with a big huff leaving my lips.

”I’m starving, get your fat ass over here so we can watch Grinch.” I beam at him acting like his previous comment doesn’t hit hard as I pull my plate closer taking a bite out of the grilled chicken.

”How rude-olf of you!” He fakes his crocodile tears but as his ass hits the fluffy blanket nearly ripping my hot cocoa out of my hands it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling an ounce of hurt over my words. It’s silent for a while as we bash under the Christmas lights our faces illuminated by the tv munching on our food and sweets laid out before us Cookie resting on the rug near our feet.

”It’s been a while since I had such a nice Christmas.” Jin sighs burrowing his face onto my shoulder I can feel his breath fan over my skin the movie is long forgotten as I let his words sink in. Tired to fight the urge I tilt my head to rest it against his the moment appears to be too intimate for strangers let alone friends. ”You smell nice too.” I feel his nose around my neckline turning further into me as he inhales the scent of my hair, maybe it’s because it’s getting late but I let the feelings wash over me.

”Did you drink from my mother’s ’secret Santa’ labelled punch or something? I told you she’s a witch when it comes to alcoholic beverages.” I laugh lightheartedly and Jin follows suit hitting my left thigh when his laugh makes me laugh harder that results in my stomach twisting in pain from all the giggling even so as he starts to tickle me to take his revenge. He manhandles me with ease as he pins my wrists with one hand over my head ticking my torso with the other straddling my hip so he can restrict my squirming under him.

”You’re stronger! That’s not fair Jin.” I whine under his crushing weight, cheeks flushed from the exercise and his close proximity an innocent smile lits up his entire face as he regards me under his form, the Christmas lights are illuminated in his dark orbs creating a pretty image of him. Hair sticking to every questionable direction full lips stretched to house his angelic smile warm radiating from his body so close to mine.

I wish this moment could last forever.

”What are you thinking about?” Tilting his head in question he looks into my eyes with a fierce expression, I gulp not knowing to say the truth or come up with something on the spot. I decided it’s time for the truth.

”That I..” My sentence gets interrupted by Cookie’s barking I haven’t realised that he around the time we were occupied left his spot and watched us with curious eyes. He licked both of our faces as soon as he had the attention and Jin got up from the couch to pet him as Cookie nudged him with his nose to show him his empty bowl.

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t. Right. What was I thinking? Seokjin is never home he serves the country all the time, married to his work to the extent that he has no time left for himself, he doesn’t have the capacity to form a serious relationship with me and he’s probably not looking for love either.

It’s for the best that we separate after the new year.

 I formed a plan after almost confessing my love for him to avoid any other scenarios like this in the future, to be honest, I hated it but there’s no other way for me to get over him quickly even if my heart told me I should enjoy my little time left with him I choose to ignore his attempts at spending quality time with me.

If he asked for a movie night I told him I was busy or tired I took my meals to my room telling him that I need to pick up my studying schedule for the next semester, I had the most ridiculous reasons and I’m sure he figured me out after the second time I dismissed our plans and I can’t say seeing him hurt over my words and futile attempts at lying doesn’t felt like I was stabbed with a dozen knives into my heart.

I should have stopped myself before I got too deep because now I’m hurting both of us even if he’s only mourning for a lost friend.

A scratching noise interrupted the flow of my thoughts I tiptoe all the way to the door looking around before my eyes land on a restless Cookie. He reminds me so much of his owner but he normally stays with Jin I wonder what is he doing here scratching on my door. Is he out perhaps?

”What’s wrong? You seem sad.” I crouch to his level so I can caress his fur and his tail begin to wag instantly when I pull back Cookie grabs my sleeve with his teeth careful not to hurt me before he pulls me out of my room. I try to regain my footing but he pulls me harder until my door shuts behind my back.

”Cookie. What’s up with you suddenly?” I ask him even if I know there’s no reply to wait for I observe his body language before realisation lit up in my round orbs. ”You want me to follow you somewhere sweetheart?” Hearing that he let go suddenly making me lose my balance and collide with the floor cushioning the hit with my butt just like the first time I met him when he nearly run me over with excitement. He tumps his foot as he walks away hardly leaving enough time to catch up to him. He sits down in front of Seokjin’s door, or precisely the guest room he occupies for a short period I remind myself. My eyes soften after noticing it’s his way of showing that he doesn’t want us to part in bad terms. He’s smart.

I take in a deep breath mulling over if I should talk to Jin but looking at Cookie’s hopeful eyes I can’t possibly turn around and ignore this anymore. Jin deserves a better explanation than just accepting the fact one day I ghosted him.

I raise my hand to knock on his door when I hear his voice, he’s talking to someone over the phone since I didn’t hear the front door opening or closing that would mean we have a guest and I don’t think he would invite someone here without discussing it with me, no matter if we are in speaking terms or not.

”I don’t know what happened. I thought we are good but then the next day she didn’t want to do anything with me. I’m confused.” Is he talking about me? To whom? I know eavesdropping is bad but I can’t make my body pull away from the door as I listen intently. I don’t hear what the person from the other side says only Jin’s answers that I’m able to make out as I press my ear to the smooth surface.

”Of course I tried talking to her mom! What if I said or did something that made her hate me? I don’t want to leave like this, we had so much fun. I don’t want it to end this way.” Jin groaned frustratedly while listening to his mom, hearing his voice so worried and tense talking to his loved one about me that knows me very well, I feel ten times worse for ignoring him without giving him an honest explanation.

”I like her mom, but maybe it’s already too late.”

Retreating to my room in sheer panic when he cuts the line to afraid to be caught to rationalise the words I overheard. He likes me too.

All this time I thought that my feelings are not reciprocated whilst in reality I’m just a big coward, I hid behind the fabricated words that his profession is something that doesn’t sit well with me and he has no time to have a girlfriend, but I never tried asking what he wanted. If he wanted to give us a chance or not.

These thoughts plagued my mind until I fall asleep that night, however, tomorrow will be something different.

”Good morning.” I greet Seokjin as he walks out with only his sweatpants on eyes puffy from sleep, he’s so startled by my voice that he jumps at least five centimetres above the ground and the chuckle I let out witnessing his fright confuses him more.

”Uh, good morning.” He replies, at last, passing my form to pull out a mug probably for his morning coffee but I have his fill in my hand while mine is placed on the counter next to my hip. ”The ghost of Christmas visited you last night or something?” Jin watches my form suspiciously but accepting the steaming cup of coffee with a soft ’thanks’ rolling off of his tongue.

”Something like that. Can we talk?” I meet his gaze shyly picking up on my nervous habit as I nibble on my lower lip his eyes soften up.

”Yeah, let’s sit.” He prompts and I nod following his figure to the dining table where we sit on the opposite sides of it. We drink our beverages in peace for a few minutes before I lick my lips nervously opening my mouth to talk.

”I like having you here Jin. This Christmas with you was wonderful even your bad puns are surprisingly funny.” The man in front of me giggles at that, hearing that I had fun with him dismissed some of his insecurities and he looks more relaxed sitting before me sipping on his drink occasionally, waiting.

”I’m sorry for ignoring you it was very childish of me and you deserve an explanation. If I’m being honest you scare me.” His eyebrows shoot up at the mention and I’m eager to make things clear. I don’t want him to take my words literally. ”Or maybe it’s me. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I like you a lot. It scares me because you’re a soldier and you’re never home and I would be so worried wondering about if you are safe.”

”Even if I say all of that I couldn’t make myself to unlike you because you’re funny bad pun or not, caring and affectionate and too good for this world...I just really like you.”

Shying away from his intense stare I choose to observe the rim of my mug watching the dark liquid swirl in my cup when a finger tapped on my chin to look up. The brightest smile adorned Jin’s face that is so close our noses almost touch.

”I normally hate to say that our moms were right all along but right now I’m just glad that they made us spend this Christmas together.” Seokjin’s forehead knocks against mine as we laugh, nodding subtly to avoid more damage as my smile spreads wider I notice how Jin’s eye keeps looking between my eyes and lips and I can’t wait for him to finally reduce the short distance closing my eyes to fully appreciate his finger caressing my jaw, cupping my face letting our breaths entangle for a short second before I get to taste the coffee on his lips.