#but im hoping i get a date cause after he gave me his number he said maybe we could hang out this weekend

[a-love-poet-at-heart]

guy i have a crush on who works at my local comic book store gave me his number but he fucked up the second to last number so i cant tell if its a 0 or a 5 and when i texted both i got no response. Im going again to the store tomorrow since its batman day and im just gonna hand him my phone to put his number in it. But if i actually guessed the number right and he was purposely ignoring my text im gonna eviscerate him with my bare hands

[braxlrose]

being in a love triangle with bill and tom

bill x f!reader x tom

a/n: i know bill and tom have said before that they don't let a girl come between them and if they like the same girl they let the girl choose who she wants, but let's pretend there's a little more to it.

• their love languages are very different when it comes to trying to "woo" you.

• you met tom and bill at different places. you met tom at a club and bill at a record store. you hadn't even realized they were twins since it was pretty dark in the club and tom and bill have different voices so you had no idea until they both talked about you and realized they met the same girl 💀

• tom is much more dominant than bill and way more out-there with his feelings for you. tom doesn't like to be submissive in relationships and bill himself has even said that tom is more aggressive in relationships (not like abusive though 💀)

• bill isn't exactly the opposite but he's a lot less dominant than tom. he really likes it when women take the lead or are even challenging rather than easy. i feel like bill would really like girls like kat stratford.

• when you first met tom, you were dancing in a club with a drink in your hand when he came up behind you and slipped his hands around your waist. you looked back at him with a smile on your face, obviously drunk.

• you turned your head back around and continued to dance with him.

• "im not sleeping with you before a date, i hope you know that!" you said to him, laughing your ass off and he just nodded his head.

• "really?!" he yelled, "you look the type!" he said, slurring his words and laughing at your offended face.

• "hey!" you slapped his arm, still dancing, "was that your bad attempt at telling me a look like a prositute?" you laughed again, leaning back on his shoulder.

• "maybe." he giggled, staring into your eyes.

• a little while after that he figured you were pretty drunk and he should take you home.

• he asked you where you lived and you told him you were staying at a hotel. you guys couldn't get an Uber so you ended up just walking back with him.

• you starting rambling about dumb, drunk shit like your future and things you wanna do before you die, and tom was totally infatuated with you. he had met other girls before, but you just seemed so much cooler.

• you guys ended up sitting on some old swings at a playground and just talking about life for hours until he finally brought you back to your hotel room

• when you had first met bill, you were at a record store looking through the records and cds. you already had a stack of cds on the counter when bill came up to you.

• "I like nena too!" he said with a smile, coming up behind you.

• "hmm?" you whipped your head around to see him, your eyes widening at his height and not even registering what he said at first.

• "oh, nena!" you turned you head to the stack of cds, one of nenas cds was on top. "yeah, I love her. her music is totally inspirational."

• bill just smiled at you and pointed to you cds "may i?" you nodded your head as he picked up the cds and looked through them. you continued to look through records and talked about all kinds of music.

• he grabbed your hand and brought you over to the otherside of the store. he grabbed a tokio hotel cd and put it in the cd player and put headphones over your ears. "ya' like?" he asked as your wrinkled your eyebrows.

• "huh?!" you said loudly, causing him to laugh and take off the headphones.

• "i said, do you like it?" he said giggling, as you nodded. he continued to tell you it was his band and you guys listened to a bunch of other music.

• "im bill, by the way." he said to you, as you guys walked out of the store and began to walk back to your hotel.

• "y/n."

• he gave you his number once you were back at your hotel and you jumped on the bed, smiling to yourself.

• once bill and tom got home they started talking about you a lot, and soon realized they were talking about the same girl. this wasn't really a surprise to them since they have crushed on the same girl in the past.

• "well. i think i should date her because I met her first, okay?" said tom and bill just sat there like.

• "yeah, yeah we could do that...orrrr i date her. because it's pretty obvious she's more into me."

• now this didn't start a fight between them, but they decided they would do a bunch of stuff and see which one you liked better.

• you weren't an awful person though. you made sure to tell both of them that you were sort of seeing another guy and they were like "oh, it's no problem!"

• tom brought you out to a super fancy restaurant, because he was all like "girls like that stuff." and I mean it was a super fancy restaurant and he told you to order whatever you wanted because he'd be paying for it. but right after you two had finished eating he brought you home and you two ended up making out for a little while.

• he was super proud of himself, and was like 99% sure that he had won you over. that was until he found out bill took you ice skating and said that you two had tons of fun.

• bill had remembered you had mentioned that you had never gone ice skating before so that's why he took you. he held your hands the entire time and you were practically gripping onto his body so you didn't fall over. you were super fucking scared.

• but you ended up getting the hang of it and having so much fun with him. bill didn't kiss you though, and when you asked him why, he said he wanted to take things slow with you because he really liked you. that honestly would've been enough to win me over #lowstandards

• after that, tom brought you to this place where you could taste different kinds of hot chocolate from different countries. you loved chocolate so you had the best time with him.

• but then bill took you to a petting zoo. usually those are for kids but you literally had so much fun petting all of the different kinds of animals.

• tom took you out to a party and you guys danced a lot, and ended up having sex in one of the empty rooms.

• at your next date with bill, you told him you had sex with the other guy. you were really confused on why he didn't care, but you didnt question it. bill had taken you dancing that night and that was the night you two finally kissed. it was warm and magical.

• on the next date with Tom, he brought you to a carnival and he won a giant panda for you. and he bought you whatever you wanted. you two had tons of cotton candy and ended up kissing at the top of the ferris wheel 🥺. you didn't really think of Tom as that kind of guy, but the more you got to know him, the sweeter he got.

• you were at a point, where you weren't sure who to choose, you liked them both so much and you didn't want to hurt either one of them.

if you chose tom:

• if you chose tom, he was so fucking happy. he picked you up and spun you around. he liked you so much and you liked him so much and he was really happy you chose him. obviously, he made sure that didn't get in between him and bill.

• he continued to take you out to restaurants and kiss you backstage at concerts. he would invite you over to his hotel room to have sex, but you would also hang out afterwards. he'd wrap his arms around you and smother you in kisses.

• he cooked with you all the time and loved that you would teach him how to cook new things.

• he would play guitar for you and bring you to parties to show you off.

• but you guys dated for only a couple months before going your separate ways.

if you chose bill:

• if you chose bill, he kissed you so passionately, it made your head spin. you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in as close at you two could possibly be. that was the first time you two had sex. it was beautiful, and sexy and intimate and he couldn't stop saying how happy he was that you chose him.

• for dates, he would bring you to all sorts of places. but his favorite was this old little café and he would order a bunch of pastries for you, even if you couldn't eat all of them.

• bill would make picnics for you at night, and you guys would fall asleep looking at the stars.

• he would sing to you all the time and sing you to sleep whenever you couldnt fall asleep. and show you new songs he wrote.

• giving eachother massages all the time

• he loves it when you come back stage before a concert to wish him good luck

• bill dates to marry. so you too either broke up after 2 years of dating, or got married.

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[mizu-kie]

Itoshi Sae x fem reader.

Tags : Angst, one sided love, Rape(Not by him), Ending.

Warning read at your own risk! Its not in detail but still.

unedited part 1 check out for part2 for sae's pov

"Prepare for dinner by seven at the same place. "Your boyfriend then proceeded to march out of your shared room, and you smile at him as he waves good bye."

"Take care." You instantly check your wardrobe for anything to wear. You found a box, and you instantly smiled when you remembered it was a dress he gave you on your first date.

You're finally using it.

You stared to imagine his reaction after all, you haven't seen him smile since you met him, and he's also always away. It's hard to be in a long distance relationship, but you're glad it worked out.

You check the time; there are still four hours left. You need to prepare yourself; you know Sae hates it when someone's late. You tried calling Sae's number multiple times, but he's not answering. You catch a glimpse inside the restaurant; it's the same restaurant you both like and the one he asks you for a date at.

Earlier at home, you tried calling him; you thought he would pick you up, but it was getting late, so you decided to come here by yourself.

After hours passed and you were getting furious, some staff came out and asked you multiple times if you had any reservations or how they could help you, and you answered them. "I'm fine." Or ". "Just waiting for someone." A group of men suddenly approaches you.

"We've been eyeing you for 30 minutes now, so how long are you going to stand there?" One of them asks They keep approaching at you, which makes you scared and run. You thought you lost them, but they suddenly appear in one alley. This time you tried to dial Sae's number while running, and you screamed when one of the men grabbed your hair.

You woke up in the hospital full of bruises, tears fell from your eyes, and you jumped out of the bed but collapsed after feeling the pain between your thighs.

A nurse opens the door with a basket of fruits and rushes to you. "Ma'am, please stay in bed." She guided you to your bed and gave you a cup of water. She placed the basket on the table besides you.

"A tall man gave me this; he seems in a rush so he leaves instantly." She said while fixing the blanket to cover you.

She also told you that those men were arrested with a possession of drugs they'll serve prison for a long time that gave up relief.

Days later, you're finally home. Your boyfriend never showed up or texted you after that, and the feeling of solitude surprisingly comforts you now that you think of it.

Sae never shows emotions towards you; there was a time that you felt like he lost interest in loving you. "Or probably he never loved you." You said it to yourself. You thought he was tired after practicing and sometimes didn't bother to reply to you, but at least you knew he was fine and doing great if he only read your reply.

At the hospital You know it's him; the feeling of betrayal and disappointment you never felt for him before has come to your senses. For the last time, you dialed Sae's number, hoping that he would answer it, but he failed.

To:Sae

When i met you two years ago when we visited and stayed in Madrid for six months,i went to a soccer match with my cousin who truly loves soccer (he really forced me to watch) but i didn't regret it because i met you there,your so good that i instantly have a crush on you, my cousin is a friend of one of your teammates and often invites your team that's how we officially met i know you don't have an interest with me that why i never really bother you that much but when we are leaving you ran towards me and ask me to be your girlfriend which made my heart jump in joy,after that we went into long distance which is hard but i understand before me your obsessed playing soccer, i cant just show to your life and stops or bother you with your dream, please don't give up being the best player cause im giving up this relationship, im sorry to bother you these years,im saying that i enjoy being with you and i love you i still do —im just giving up, those having crush on you turns into crushing me into pieces ,i know i deserves someone better . This will be the last time we'll be talking to each other. I love you; take care. My final good-bye.

To be continued... Sae's pov

[glassartpeasants]

Holding Onto A Dying Flame

Dabi x F!Reader

Warnings: strong angst, mentions of drug use, death, drug over dose, threats of suicide, childhood trauma, mommy issues, body issues, verbal abuse, SMUT

A/N: I promised you guys a smut fic so here you go. And since I'm feeling generous, i left a surprise at the end. But seriously everything in the warnings is in here so you have been warned

~~~

Loneliness is something you’d wish on no one. Not even your worst enemy. Cause you don’t know how someone can survive on this feeling. 

It was so cold without someone to hold. Without someone to tell you how much you mean to them. You’ve always heard how amazing the feeling is to know that someone cares about you. Someone that loves you and gives up the world for you. But you’ve never felt it. You’ve only heard the stories everyone tells of the one in their life. 

You’ve tried to get close to people, to try having that connection that everyone raves about, but nothing ever works. They either ghost or downright reject you when you ask them on a date. Of course, you knew that no one was obligated to care about you, but you just were so desperate for that comforting feeling that anything would have been better than nothing. 

So when you met him, the only man to show you a small amount of affection, you fell head over heels. You are already so attached to a man who only calls you up for a fuck. Madly in love with a man who’ll leave you on read for days. In love with a man who never fucks you in his own bed. 

Desperate for a man who tells you that he adores you in the sheets but ignores you when he's out walking the streets. Always confuses you with his words and actions and never offers an explanation. 

You remember the day you were walking with him when a minor villain asked for your number. And before you could even get a single word out or anything, a blazing blue light lit the alleyway.  All that was left was ashes as he walked away from you, not looking at you.

You weren’t even dating him at the time, hell, your still not dating him. You were just walking home from having a hookup at a hotel, and you both happened to be going the same way.

He didn’t even say anything when he did it. Just a burning blue flame before walking away, leaving you to stare at the thug's cremated remains.

Another incident is where you were getting robbed by a different villain, and he happened to pass by. You called out to him, hoping he’d help you, only for him to look at you and walk away. Not even bothering to spare you a second glance. 

Thankfully a hero happened to be nearby, so you were saved and still had all your stuff, but the thought of him seeing you in distress and not bothering to help shot a hole in your heart. 

You didn’t know what to do. While you were hurt, you couldn’t just give up the only person to show you affection. Even if it was only for your body.

~~~

“Im prescribing you an anti-depressant. We’ll start with 10mg, alright? Do you want to read the side effects? I advise that you do, Miss (L/N).”

“Okay. Thank you, Doctor.” He hands you a packet and the address to the pharmacy to grab your medication. 

“Would you like me to hook you up with a therapist?” If only you had the money for that.

“No, thank you. Thanks for the offer, though.” You grabbed your stuff and walked out the office door towards the lobby. 

The feeling of a million eyes staring at you was enough to make you want to run back to the small room you had just left. Luckily your boss was somewhat kind to you and gave you the day off for this. 

Looking around, you see that everyone seems so normal. People could be here for entirely different reasons or the same thing you were there for. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel judgment. So you just tried to walk out fast and avoid eye contact with anyone. You just wanted to get your meds and go home.

Stepping inside your car after walking across the parking lot felt like a weight had been put on your shoulders. Knowing that you're just going back to your life but having to take meds to simply make you feel something didn’t sound like something you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

Getting out your key, you go to start the car. Looking up into the mirror to see if anyone’s behind you, a memory hit you once again.

“Mommy where are we going?” You asked as you sat in the back seat looking out the window before at your mom.

“Gonna go beat the fuck out of my cheating ex and his side whore too!” Looking at the dash you see your mother speeding up. Speeds way past the speed limit and fear started taking over you.

“Can you go a little slower please? Your scaring me…” Your mother looked up from the road with an angry expression on her face.

“Not everythings about you! So sit down and shut up!”

‘What if he calls the police?” Your mother slowed down before pulling over on the side of the road. Getting out of the drivers seat she made her way over towards yoru door. Your heart started pounding and without thinking you locked your door just as she tried the handle. 

“Unlock it you little shit!” She banged hard on the window making you think she’d break it. Fear filled your being as you felt tears brim your eyes. It went on like this for two minutes before she finally stopped. Stomping towards the drivers side, she got and started on the road again. She gave you a look that made you curl up closer to the door.

Just then, her phoen rang.

“What is it Manny?” You saw yoru mothers eyes go wide before she let out this ear piercing scream.

“He proposed?! How could he do this to me?!” You turn your head to face outside as you sat in your thoughts. How could she be so in love with a man that didn’t love her back?

The sound of your car door opening made you scream in terror before calming down after seeing who it was.

“Relax, it’s me. I need a lift.” The sound of his voice calmed you but, at the same time, saddened you. Your heart was still beating from the earlier fear, and you tried to talk a deep breath to avoid other thoughts. Thoughts like how he came to you because he knew that you’d say yes no matter what. You never said no to him.

“Okay. Where do you want to go?”

“My house. You know where it is.” He was right. You always had to drop him off at home. It was common for him to just step in your car like he owned it. You locked it all the time, so you don’t know how he gets in before you sometimes. Despite being annoying, it was nice to have his presence in your usually empty car. 

~~~

“Well, here we are. I’ll see you later-” The door shut before you could get another word out. The sound of the door slamming so hard made your finally calm heart pick up its pace once more. It hurt more than you like to admit. Was it so hard for him to say goodbye?

“Okay, let’s just go to the pharmacy. I need to pick the meds up before they close.” With the car driving away, you turn the radio on, and no matter what station you switch to, it was always some stupid talk show. Sighing, you just left it alone on one and tried to tune out the talking as you looked at the road.

The smell of cigarettes lingered in your car as images started replaying in your head. Pictures of him sleeping after sex while drunk. Images of how he once curled up next to you in his sleep. How he turned so calm when he laid his head on your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair. 

Scenes of his body on top of yours as his lips kissed yours. When his hands ran up and down your sides as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The way his body was so warm, and you always felt safe when you were held by him. His beautiful eyes tell you stories that he’d never tell you himself. Remembering his voice as he told you how perfect you were. How you made him feel so good. 

You didn’t notice till you parked in front of the pharmacy that you were sobbing. Your cheeks were wet as tears clinging to your eyelashes. God, this was perfect. You looked like a mess getting something that was supposed to make your life not so messy.

Luck never seemed to be on your side.

~~~

The sun shined against your face as the morning finally arrived. Opening your eyes, you look around and see that, once again, your alone. No one to tell you good morning. With all that in mind, it just made it harder than usual to get out of bed. 

What was the purpose? You didn’t even have work today, so what was to stop you from staying in bed all day? You didn’t even have the meds you were supposed to take. When you went to pick them up, the store said they were out, and you’d have to wait a week. 

You almost jumped over the counter from the sheer anger you were feeling. But you couldn’t do anything. Mother always told you that it wasn’t good to go to bed angry, but who was she to talk?

Always screaming at something. Let it be her kids, exes, god, or the world. Nothing was safe. The amount of times you found her on her knees screaming out as she shook her head violently from side to side. Screaming about an ex that she couldn’t get over. Screaming at you for being so goddamn useless that you were a pathetic excuse for a daughter. Screaming at the sky about how god is nothing but a lie. 

You couldn’t be like her. That's what the meds were for right? Trying to get better to avoid a seemingly never-ending cycle. 

~~~

“These pills are fucking useless! I pay so much for these things and they don’t even work! It's been months, and I don’t feel anything!” You screamed at the half empty pill bottle before chucking it across the kitchen. The bottle hit the wall with a bang before the contents exploded all over the ground. 

“What's the damn point in taking them if they dont work?!” Your yelling echoed the across the house as you try to hold yourself back from screaming at the top of your lungs. You could feel hot angry tears pour down your face as your heart raced. You were about to yell at the broken bottle again when the sound of the door opening stopped you.

“Hey (Y/N) you home?” God he couldn’t see you this way! Wiping yoru tears quickly as you took deep breaths before answering.

“Yeah just in the kitchen!” 

“Alright.” The sound of his footsteps felt like a timer as you quickly tried to pick up the broken bottle and pills that laid scattered on the floor.

“I need to ask a favor from you.” Thankfully as soon as he stepped into the kitchen you were able to throw everything into the garbage can.

“Oh? What do you need?” 

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. This fling won’t leave me alone.” Oh. A fling.

“Okay.” The words left yoru mouth before you even got a chance to think.

“Thanks, I knew i could count on you.” Stepping towards you, he put his hand on your cheek and pressed his lips against yours. 

The warmth his body radiated made you want to push yourself even closer to the man in front of you. It's been so long since you’ve felt his lips against yours that you almost forgot his taste. 

The feeling of his hand leaving your cheek only to slowly glide down your sides as you feel his lips kiss down to your neck. His hands glided underneath your shirt as he covered your neck in love bites. 

“Dabi…” The way he kissed your skin took air out of your lungs as you were so happy just to have him touch you again. It's been so long it felt like. You were simply losing your mind over the way he touched your skin. 

You moved your hands towards his face as you gently caressed his non-scarred cheek. The skin that was untouched by his quirk was always so warm and soft. Every inch of it you’d kiss if he’d let you. You didn’t dare touch his burned skin. The thought of causing him pain was something you’d never dream of. 

The feeling of his fingers dipping underneath your pajama pants and panties made your toes curl in excitement. Who would’ve thought that today you were going to be taken by him?

You could feel him sliding them both down to above your knee before you did the rest and kicked them off. His hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel his cock through his pants as he rubbed up against you. 

Moving your hands towards his pants, you quickly undo his belt. You looked into his eyes, and the way he looked at you had you rubbing your thighs together.��

“Please Dabi.” You sounded so pathetic but you knew he loved it. He loved it when you begged for him to fuck you. When you cry out that he’s too big and that you feel like you might split in half. Crying in overstimulation as he fucks you to the point of not being able to form words. 

The sound of shuffling echoed in your ears as he pulled his pants lower to expose his hard cock. You bite your lip when you feel him line up with your cunt. 

“Beg harder.”

“Please, please, please, Dabi! I need you to fuck me! I can’t stand not being filled with your cock!” Your pleas sounded like music to his ears as he didn’t even give you a chance to say more before ramming his cock into you. 

Grabbing his sleeves as some sort of stabilizer you begin to shake as the feeling of him slamming into your cunt repeatedly made you almost lose balance. He filled you so much. It felt like his cock was exploring every inch of your cunt. You could feel every detail of him, and engraved it into your brain so that even when he wasn’t there, you’d remember what it felt like. 

He laughed at your form as you desperately tried to keep a steady mind. You got so lost to the feeling of his cock inside you that you were always so dumbfounded quickly. But that’s his favorite part about you. Watching you so quickly come undone gave him an ego boost that he always loved. 

You pressed your lips against his once more, and the kiss was much more intense than it was before. Lust is a powerful thing but even more powerful when it's someone that you love. 

You could feel your legs quiver as a familiar feeling started to rise in your gut. You curled your toes harder as you held tightly onto his shirt before going rigid as the feeling of intense pleasure washed over you. 

Even though you were still coming down from your high, he never stopped ramming his cock into you. You could feel him hitting your cervix every time, and even the pain gave you pleasure. Anything gave you pleasure as long as it was from him.

The feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs as his pace fastened made you smile. You were making him feel good. You were the one making him come undone. Your heart started pounding as you held onto his shirt tighter. 

With a few more harsh thrusts and the sound of his enjoyment falling on your lips, you felt him cum inside you. The feeling of being so full and so close to him let your walls down as three words fell from your lips.

“I love you.” You could feel Dabi’s body go rigid before he quickly pulled out of you. He backed away from you, leaving you leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Pfft, the sex is good, but I can’t ever see myself being with someone like you.” Your eyes widened as he straightened himself up. A smile was plastered on his face. You could hear the faintest laughter coming from his throat. 

He looked at you before laughing a little louder and walking towards the door. You just stood there in shock. Legs still wobbly, and you could feel his cum dripping down your thighs. Your pants were underneath you, but all you could do was watch the scarred man walked towards your door. 

“I think we should see other people.” That's all he said before closing the door, leaving you half-naked with tears rolling down your face.

~~~

What day was it? You lost track. You haven’t stepped outside since Dabi closed your front door. You ran to go after him, but remembering your lack of pants and you tripping in front of the door stopped you. You remember hearing the door lock from the outside. He must have used the key you gave him.

You only looked at the locked shut door before you started bawling your eyes out. Tears pooled against your floor as you felt so pathetic. Sitting on the floor half naked, crying into the night as you feel your legs getting sticky. 

Collapsing to the floor, you curled up in a fetal position before crying even harder. 

What was so wrong with you that he laughed at your face? Were you not pretty enough? Did he find your body disgusting? Why would he say such cruel things so normally?

Your stomach growled loudly as it begged for food. Leaving your bed was like asking to raise the dead. Impossible. Plus, why would you even want to eat food? What if your eating habits caused him to run? You drink enough water, so you should be fine, right?

The only time you even left your bed was to go to the restroom and grab more water. You didn’t even have to leave your bedroom as you had a bathroom in your room. 

You obviously stopped taking those stupid pills. Putting something into your body is pointless if it doesn’t even help you.  You even turned off your phone to stop getting the stupid notifications that a prescription was ready to be picked up. 

Looking at the ceiling as your body was covered in blankets, you could feel tears forming again. You were surprised you still had any water left in your body as you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve cried since Dabi walked out. 

Even now, your heart constricted as it felt like your heart was being ripped in two. It hurt so bad that you swore you could throw up. You’ve surrounded yourself with all the toilet paper and tissues you could find. You’ve already gone through a good amount.

Your tears started pouring down harder as the pain in your heart hurt even worse. You couldn’t help but let out a scream of heartbreak and pain. It echoed throughout the house and only made you cry louder. Why did it have to hurt so bad? You couldn’t even breathe from how hard you ever crying. You don’t think you’ve ever cried this hard before or felt this much emotional pain all at once. 

“That fucking piece of shit! Cheating on me with some common whore! Am I not good enough for him?!” Your mother's voice boomed in the kitchen. You and your brother ran out of your rooms to see what could be causing her so much distress. 

“What's wrong mommy?” The sound of your little brother's voice made your heart beat in your chest, and you stood next to him to offer comfort. 

“What's the point in fucking living if no one fucking loves me?!” Your mother screamed once more as she rummaged through a random drawer. 

“Mom, we love you….” The tiredness evident in your voice as how late in the night it was. Your mom found something she clutched in her hand before looking at you and your brother.

“I might as well stab this through my fucking neck and kill myself!” Your mother pushed what you saw to be a two-prong fork against her neck hard enough to see it make dents in the skin.

“Mom, stop it!” You scream at the top of your lungs as you pull your now crying brother towards you. The sound of your brother heaving and gasping for breath as he cried in fear.

“Like you guys would fucking care if I died! You would go live a perfect fucking life with grandma and grandpa!” Tears pricked at your eyes. You had to stay strong for him. You had to be the big sister. You had to be his rock. 

“You don’t need him! There are plenty of other fish in the sea!” You said as you tried to calm down the situation. Your mother only looked at you before throwing the fork harshly on the counter and started stomping towards her room.

“You’ll never know how I feel! You’ll never know real love!” The sound of her slamming her door shut made you flinch as you held onto your brother tighter. His cries only worsened as he held onto you tight. His tears drench your shirt as you try to calm him down and push back your own tears.

“It’s okay. How about we have a sleepover tonight? Those are always fun!” You could feel your brother nod in your shirt as he grabbed your hand, and you both started walking towards his room and getting ready for a sleepover.

You cried even harder as you lay in your bed. God, you really were pathetic. Acting just like your mother over a man that doesn’t love you. You’ve stopped taking your meds just like her. Screaming and cursing at the world just like her. You promised yourself you wouldn’t be like her, yet here you are.

Just then, something inside of you told you to turn on your phone. 

Through teary eyes, you go and grab your phone off the nightstand and turn it on. A random number and text appeared on your phone. Unlocking it and looking at the text, your eyes went wide as if it was from someone you had never thought of.

You sat up and quickly rubbed the tears away as you looked at your phone more carefully. You press the call button, not expecting an answer, only to hear a voice you haven’t heard in years.

“(Y/N)?”

“(B/N)?”

~~~

“I’m so proud of you! You look like a completely different person!” The voices of your friend ran through your ears.

“Thank you!” Putting your things in a box, you see a picture of you dropping out.

It’s crazy. Seeing yourself from all those months ago. You swore that if you didn’t know this was you in the picture, you thought it would've been your mother. Looking at you now, you knew you’d be okay.

The day your brother texted you is the day your life changed. You don’t know what you would have done if your brother didn’t text you that day about your mother's death.

You stopped talking to your mother the day you moved out. You did the same with your brother. Your mother had started to favor and slowly turned him against you. You remember the names he called you as well. So when you moved out you were so happy to finally be free. Your brother was teo years younger so now you didn’t have to see him and talk to him everyday. You didn’t want a miny version of yoru mother in your life.

The day he texted you was the first time you’ve talked to him in five years. So many tears were shed as you both cried into the phone. Your brother apologizing for everything and telling you what lifes been like since you left. He told you that the day before he texted you, your mother had died.

Her death was a shock yet not surprising. You always hoped in some small part of you that she’d get clean but, guess she didn’t want to. That or she was just to far gone. They found her sitting in her bed cold as ice with the needle still in her arm.

And only then did you break down once more and you told him everything. How you’ve been feeling. About how you stopped taking yoru meds. About Dabi. Everything. He was silent through it all before offering up a option that was never in your budget.

“I know a good place for you to get the help you deserve (Y/N).” THe place in question was a mental hospital/rehab center. 

You spent six months in there. Your brother paid for your house bills and the entire time. He even paid for the stay at the hospital. He told you it was the least he could do for treating you like shit all those years ago. And now today, you can finally go home after benign cleared by everyone.

“I’ll keep in contact!” You said as you hugged your friends goodbye and stepped into the car where your brother waited for you. Luckily enough you managed to make friends while in there. You haven;t had friends in years so it was nice to have someone to talk to about fun things. For the first time in forever, you finally felt happy. Happier than you ever were with him.

~~~

A loud knock woke you up from your sleep. Rubbing your eyes you look around and notice you fell sleep watching a movie on the couch. You looked at the clock and yoru eyes went wide. Midnight?! Who the hell knocks at midnight?!

Grabbing the bat from your shoe closet, you look through the peep hole as you clutched the bat tight.

“No fucking way.” Swinging the door open with an open jaw, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Someone you hoped you left in yoru past. 

“Dabi?”

“(Y/N).” A big bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to say i’m sorry. Ever since that night i haven’t been able to get you off my mind. You did so much for me and i took advantage of that. So i was hoping that you might be able to forgive me and maybe we could start over? This time together?” You look at him dumbfounded. You couldn’t find the words to say as your eyes kept going to the flowers then him.

“It’s midnight Dabi. I was sleeping.”

“I know, I just-”

“I’mma stop you right there. It took you six months for this? For such a pathetic half assed apology? After laughing at me and crushing my already vulnerable heart? You must be a fucking didiot if you think I’d ever want to be something with you.” Dabi’s eyes went wide as he just stood there listening to your words.

“I’ve spent six months choosing to better myself and get over the hurt you caused me and you have the balls to give me some dying flower bouquet?” You start laughing hard at his face before an even brighter smile filled your face as you grabbed the door handle.

“I think we should see other people.” You close the door on him, locking it as well before going back on the couch. Grabbing the remote you turned on yoru favorite movie and applauded yourself for remembering to change the locks when you got home.

[kanmom51]

JM Wlive 10 Feb 2023

cr./ to the creators of the media used by me in this post.

Where do we start?

Maybe with JM starting his live at 19:01 or 7:01 pm.

If numbers are your thing, well we get them here with the 1 and 9 and by using both 19:01 and 7:01 we can get the 11/8.

Just a little fun. Intentional or not.

So, what did we have in the 1:40 hr. live?

JM came to us with another arts and crafts live. I think that having that distraction, literally doing something with his hands, puts him at ease, which makes it easier for him to navigate the live without a constant need to look into the camera or even the comments.

JM starts off by telling us his album is on it's way, probably to be released in March.

This out today:

JM also hinted to look forward to something coming today, and et voila, we had his TikTok dance clip drop.

JM gave us something to not only dream about but also, just maybe, to actually look forward to:

..."wait a little..."

Just how little, is the question that comes to mind. Lol.

Is it something new, the dating requests? Or is it just a JK and JM new thing not only answering the question but also answering it similarly?

JM:

and:

JK:

JM was asked about his fighting with Tae.

Nothing or no one to fight over. Disappointing to some?

JM was also asked about Jin, whom he referred to as cool, and like JK, he confirmed that Jin is doing ok and at times is in touch with them in their group chat.

JM being the usual sweetheart that he is:

JM talked a bit about Sachwita and Yoongi, how well he's doing and how he hopes he will appear on the show when his album comes out.

Someone asked JM if he can motivate them:

We got a lot of JM mentioning JK, telling us stories involving JK, starting with thinking he saw JK's name in the comments.

JK didn't comment, but I can just imagine him sitting at home watching JM's live:

going all:

Same here JK. Same here.

Some of the songs we got during the live:

Vibe

Astronaut

Euphoria

And we know how JM looked out for JK during his Euphoria rehearsals and performances.

And we were lucky to get JM singing Euphoria too.

JM was watching the Euphoria MV

and talked about how well everyone did and how cold it was while filming.

That that

So, this was the cute/teasing version JM's talking about?

Lauv

Ok, so we all know they love Lauv's songs. Past and present. JK was singing Never not going to the loo in his live, lol. While JM had Better than this going in his live.

Flower works

Both JK and JM had Flower works going during their lives (respecting their hyungs doing their songs during their lives).

JM mentioned JK once more while talking about multitasking. I tell you, this man has JK on his brain.

JM made a couple of flowers to add to his previous lego flowers and then moved on to create a Valentine's teddy.

End product - Valentine's bear minus a nose, lol. Funny pick for someone who doesn't think much or care for that day.

I want to almost end my post with Sam Smith's Unholy.

Cause peeps, all claims that Jikook don't know the actual song (well, it was a claim made about JK, but same same to me), they don't hold water. Unholy clearly on JM's playlist. When it came on I was rofl. Literally.

What did we have there?

We had Unholy on JM's playlist.

We had JM's giggle as it came on, and then knowing that Jungkookie sang it in his live.

We had JM turning it off perhaps, so Jiminie-like, but then also continuing to hum it, lol.

So either he watched the live, either live or after, or he's on sm and saw posts about it or he heard about it from the horse's mouth?

And talking about Jungkookie...kind of felt JM had a hard case of Jungkookie on the brain during this live, the amount of times he mentions him, the way his whole face lights up, and the smile on his face... beautiful.

Finally, just for fun and giggles, but also a warm fuzzy feeling, let's end this post with just under 30 seconds of JK and JM mentioning the other in their lives:

I'm finalising my post after JK's boxing workout Wlive we are all gushing about.

Now I need to go count how many times JM's name was mentioned in that one and we need someone with good editing skills (not me) to go add those to this clip, which at just under 30 seconds doesn't even start to come close to the amount of times these two have mentioned each other in their last lives, all while the other isn't even there in the room with them, even when the other isn't even commenting in their live either (JM).

[kavehpilled]

omg i know i am just giving my crazy two cents all over the place here but i would highly highly recommend talking about what you want to do after graduation!!!! my number one advice i gave to all my underclassmen friends last year was to try not to hold onto a romantic relationship after graduation and into college - strictly because going to college and possibly moving away if that's your situation is such a new huge change and it marks an entirely new era of your life where you get to figure out who you are and who you want to be. and i can say from having watched it happen to many people - having a romantic relationship leftover from high school holds you back. and i mean that in the kindest gentlest way. my older brother, who is dear to me even when he's a jerk, is still dating the girl he dated in high school, and it's cause a lot of problems for him as he moved out and learned how to live on his own and be independent. instead of getting to focus on himself (which, college is truly the last time in life one gets to be selfish in a positive way!! most people will encourage you to focus as much as you can on your Self during college bc it's pretty much the best time to figure out who you are) he has to view himself constantly as a relation to his girlfriend. if there was anything from high school he wanted to move on from, he has that road block because his girlfriend and relationship all started there. that's not to say people can't make it work - they do all the time!! that's why "high school sweethearts" are a thing. what i really mean is kind of bigger picture - when you graduate and go on with your life, don't hold too hard onto the things you made and started and opinions you formed and perspectives you developed in high school. you will have so many chances to reinvent yourself and understand what you want out of this world and this life and don't ever think for a second that right now has to be perfect or otherwise it'll never be. simply focus on giving yourself the space to grow and change when you're going to - better to have room to grow and stay the same size than want to grow and find you're shackled to something you don't want. anyways i am truly going to sleep soon but you are very dear to me and i hope you have a good night and that this doesn't come as condescending or anything!!!!!!

nauta youre like my tumblr sibling at this point what the hell youre an angel

I think the scariest thing about this is like. I know im not palatable to a lot of people and i keep getting screwed over so like if i leave and have no one to fall back on then im starting from square one at an entire new college with nobody? like to me that sounds absolutely terrifying. but then at the same time staying like this is terrifying yk

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Sunday Six

(4 for me) (also im including two wips for this week!)

as requested, heres a wip piece from my kid fic au !! (in which jensen has a kid, stella, from a past relationship)

~~~

Suddenly, she whipped around from where she was playing on the coffee table, abandoning the toy car, dinosaur, and fairy. 

“Bryce?” He quickly redirected his attention her way, giving her a smile and curious look in return. “Can you read?” she asked, and he had to stop himself from laughing despite Jensen’s chuckle from the kitchen.

“I can, yes,” he replied. She seemed happy with that, bolting from the living room to the hallway as fast as she could. He gave Jensen a glance, getting a shrug in return as he set a few dishes on the rack.

When she made her way back, still running just as fast but this time with a large book in her hands, she jumped up onto the couch right next to him. “Can you read me this book, please?”

She handed it to him, an array of rainbow pastels with a castle and plenty of other fantasy creatures on the front. He flipped through it, font large and filled with more pictures than words. It had been a number of years since he had any interaction with a children’s book, the last time probably when he read to Keiki before bed in a similar manner.

“Of course,” replied, and opened it up the first page as she settled against his side.

~~~

wip number two is from Losing Blood, an au fic i talked about forever ago. jensen comes in at the beginning of (what would be) book 2 from mass kenmore, and jackie took the place of mc with all the mrs martinez stuff beforehand. after the drama, the diagnostics spot competition was canceled, which jackie wouldve won, and instead jensen gets it. a rivalry between them follows yadda yadda and bryce and jensen start dating despite that the friend group severely dislikes him

~~~

“You know, Bryce, I was thinking about the other morning,” she said, feigning an innocent curiosity as he took another spoonful of cereal from his bowl. “Jackie said it was surprising that you packed for the morning, but I don’t remember you having a second bag when you left.”

Shit. It took him all of two seconds to recover, answering, “I keep one in my car.” He hoped it was quick enough, Sienna giving him an understanding nod.

The silence was reassuring only for a moment before she started again with, “I didn’t think you were a Green Day fan.” The shirt. It had been a band-tee, one he didn’t care to inspect before now. Before he could think up something, she continued. “I actually remember you saying you had a particular distaste for pop punk.”

Her typical sweet smile was still on her face, a little scary this time. “I don’t,” he answered. “Like it, that is. I don’t like it. That’s why I keep it in my car. Cause I don’t wear it much.”

She gave him a jokingly skeptical glance with her lips still turned in a grin. “Mhm. Well, I just thought it was interesting because, and this is just such a funny coincidence…” The sarcasm was practically tangible off her tone, “...I remember a couple weeks ago at the bar, Dr. Valentine was wearing the same shirt.”

Well, fuck. He pretty much knew it was over when the conversation started, but that didn’t make it any better. Stilled with his hand on the spoon, he let out a barely-audible sigh. “You can’t tell Jackie.”

~~~

@choicesficwriterscreations

[soul-dwelling]

I think, with you mentioning watchmen, Horikoshi is more like Zach Snyder - kinda getting that "there is some deep problem" and wanting to do a dark story about the socio economic problems behind the glitz and glamour of hero worship - yet in the end, like Snyder, just ending up reinforcing it, enhanced by the comic book hype

Cause in the end its simmilar how Snyder missed the point and gave all the "heroes" cool action scenes and epic badass moments, so did Hori at the end not realise that maybe the whole commercialization of what is basically super cops isnt cool...

But maybe Im just screaming at clouds lol, guess just allways thought comic books just aesthetically was corny

Question received August 2, 2024, answered August 4, 2024--the official publication date of the last My Hero Academia chapter. 

I think Horikoshi is more like the worst parts of Jon Favreau’s work on the first Iron Man film: this insistence that things have to be grounded in reality, the refusal to allow for any fairy tale logic or supernatural details or extraterrestrials or magic--just an insistence that this is just a story about a guy who makes a mech suit with the tiniest bit of sci-fi. That movie is so fucking boring to me. 

(And, as a friend reminded me, the first Iron Man is also super transphobic: that just makes it all the more annoying getting Downey back but as Doom, because why cast a Romani actor in the role?) 

To steal from Bob Chipman, Snyder is someone who thinks superheroes would be awful, miserable, hopeless people who exist just to disappoint us. 

(Spoilers and triggering content below.)

I can appreciate how My Hero Academia wants to show us such a problem with Endeavor--but I kind of wish we showed it with more than just him. It gets tiresome making Endeavor all that is wrong with superhero work in this setting: desperate to get to number one, wife beater, potentially forcing her to have sex and more children and all the actual rape or rape-like coding that includes, physically and emotionally abusive to his kids and failing to understand how to help them with, in Touya’s case, a disability in which his superpower can kill him, got people killed in his hero work (see Vigilantes), irresponsible, hot-headed, does not cooperate well with others (until after the Rescue Bakugo arc says, just kidding, his sidekicks totally love him, this is in no way a bad retcon). 

I know it would get tiresome to give us an assault of just hero after hero who is just awful. But I also want heroes who are awful in different ways. We got a bit of that during the Stain arc. Sure, Uwabami is concerned about looks and popularity--but we saw she is a good tracker and a committed rescuer. Fourth Kind was evidently supposed to be fixated on just the image of his sidekicks--but he does trash pick-up, that is good work regardless whether you treat it as noble in itself or just part of the job. Mt Lady improves throughout the series as a more self-sacrificing hero, and we got to see in the gag strips and from her actions in the main manga that her size means she causes as much damage as she tries to stop, trapping her in a vicious circle of having to make more money to pay off the damage from the good work she did that did save people and property but still caused damage. 

Even Gran Torino has his flaws. I don’t just mean letting Nana do something so stupid as sending her child away to strangers and not making sure he didn’t keep his real last name to make it easy for All For One to find him--Torino could not have predicted all of that. But he is abusive, he doesn’t say things directly, he doesn’t speak in Yoda koans so much as just play dumb and hope his student understands in between beating the shit out of them. He doesn’t see hero work as about saving someone but potentially having to kill them. He didn’t even do much with his hero license that we can see beyond teaching All Might because Nana asked him to. 

Chapter 430 pisses me off so much that the same old Pro Hero system persists without more obvious, if unrealistic but potentially still believable swift changes to make things better. Give me the happy ending, no matter how much you have to rush how the characters get to that happy ending at improving society. Show me Ochaco training kids in school with their Quirks; show what Shoji actually did to foster anti-bigotry, even if you have to pull from real-life examples (just be tasteful about it, not repeating the same mistake Horikoshi made when coming up with Garaki’s name). 

That last two-page panel is very much the problem of “epic badass moments”: I didn’t want my last memory of the main manga to be the characters in off-putting seemingly off-model adult designs leaping into action on a street named after Star Wars, I wanted the last image to be how these characters did something that made the world better, and we’re just lectured at and told that, not shown that. 

I love comics; I love the camp and corniness. My first introduction to superhero stories was the Adam West Batman--that is unfortunately the standard that I judge most superhero stories, whether they can be fun and trying to affirm some lesson while being tongue-in-cheek, queer, over-the-top, campy, colorful, and silly. That was some of the initial appeal to My Hero Academia: we begin with All Might puking up blood--that is so over-the-top gross while also comedic and reaffirming that this is a story about the serious dangers that come with putting your life at risk…and then everyone just survives this fight, and society pretty much stays the same even after a major war. That is disappointing. 

[mononijikayu]

MORE INFORMATIONS ABOUT SHOKO X GOJO!SISTER AFTER THE ENDING I CAN'T STOP THE TEARS. 😭😭😭😭

Thank you so much you are so kind, I hope I don't bother you if I can ask you some questions :

Who was in love and/or confesses first (AND PROPOSE BECAUSE THEY ARE MARRIED JFJFJFJD I CAN DIE IN PEACE) ? How was the relationship between Geto & Gojo!Sister (I can imagine him trying to get her & Shoko together pls it's so cute) ? How did Gojo react when he found out that his sister and Shoko loved each other/got together ? How is the relationship between Nanami & Gojo!Sister too (I just remembered that they are the same age & probably teamed up since they did in your other story) ?

I think that's all so far (it's probably too much sorry 😭), if I suddenly remember anything I will ask you (if it's alright with you ofc). ❤️

hi again nonie!!! no problem, im happy to give the info of where i think they were in their happy ever after!!! 🥰🙏

im gonna answer your questions!!!

1.) shoko was in love first. she realized because she started to eat sweet stuff given by gojo!sister from her missions more often, even if she didnt like sweets.

as for who proposed first, gojo!sister did. she felt like wasting more time when they already lost so much time was a waste. so she proposed first and got both of them eloped. the reaction in the gojo clan was CRAZY but shoko is a member of the family registry — so they now recognize the marriage!!!

2.) geto and gojo!sister got along well because they both love to read and can finish one book each in one sitting. they have a book club with nanami and haibara — they talked about the books on weekends at cafes!!!

as for the latter thought, geto was the first to notice shoko's little crush and kept urging her to admit her feelings already. shoko did admit first, but it took her about half a year cause she wouldnt budge!!!

3.) gojo didn't really know that his sister was also gay like him for a while, but he picked up on cues. when they found out, it was because they were both on individual dates during gojo sister's first year and ended up realizing they're all dating. but over all, they're both very supportive of each other

satoru thinks that even if he didnt get his happy ending, his sister does. and he really supported her in her divorce and getting together with shoko. they meet up after he gets off missions and they cook him food, since he doesn't have time and either eats takeout OR sweets.

4.) nanami, haibara and gojo! sister are all the same age, are in one team. so they're all very close. they didnt like each other at first, especially nanami since he's more quiet but they ended up getting close after a bad mission and gojo!sister saved him.

after what happened to haibara, both of you and nanami were heartbroken. gojo!sister wss sad about him leaving but he gave her his apartment address and phone number. gojo!sister is the only person nanami doesn't use formal speech with, because they're friends. they still hang out often — though gojo!sister like her brother, doesnt drink. she keeps both nanami and shoko from drinking themselves to death and drives everyone home!!!

feel free to ask me, nonie!!! im thinking about how to include shoko and gojo!sister in my other affliated works, but we shall see if it happens or not!!! thank you for your ask!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[djarintreble]

“is something wrong with me?” | e. munson

best friend!eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: in which you got stood up, again, and eddie is determined to lift your spirit, even if it means admitting the one thing he’s been able to hide for years…

notes: not to be sad on main but i wrote this based on what actually happened today irl and i needed some eddie comfort so this is a tad bit self indulgent but we all need an eddie pick me up sometimes. im also a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope so- i copied and pasted from notes so it’s unedited, be warned, some insecure thoughts but just know you are loved and very much wanted <3

word count: 3k, i got carried away

it happened again.

you got your hopes up.

you woke up earlier than usual, you took extra time styling your hair and even picked out your favorite outfit. you had work all day and knew you’d be able to clock out and meet this cute boy downtown for a date. a first date.

you hated the dating game. it physically made you ill to admit you’ve been putting yourself out there in attempt to break the record for being single the longest in your friend group. after countless rejections and guys who straight up to your face said “you’re pretty and fun to be around but i just don’t have feelings for you,” you finally felt confident about this one.

you met when you passed by each other at the store. he flashed a smile and asked for your number. pulled all the right cards. this guy actually asked you out on a date. it wasn’t a “hey come over to my house and we’ll watch a movie” which was code for “i just want to get in your pants.”

so when you showed up to the small diner on the outskirts of hawkins at the time you agreed to over the phone the night before, you weren’t expecting to be left stranded. you waited an hour. the waiter took pity over you and gave you a free milkshake which you gladly accepted before making the trek back to your car where you drove home in silence.

it was around 10pm when you heard the ring of your house phone and you picked it up to hear the familiar buzz of metal music playing in the background.

“hello?” your voice gave away your sad mood.

“L/N, i’m in desperate need of a late night drive partner. been itching to get out all day. this final project has been kicking my ass. damn you, o’donnell.” your best friend, eddie, rambled into the phone.

apart of you wanted to nicely decline and continue your sad romantic movie bing with ice cream but another part of you knew eddie would help distract you from your problems.

the only thing was.

you didn’t tell anyone you had this date. you didn’t want it to be another tragic date story. so you kept it to yourself. it explained why eddie was clueless to your abnormal sad tone.

“sure, eds.” a small smile forcing its way onto your face.

“perfect! be there in 10.” he hung up causing the buzzing noise to suddenly drop and you were back to feeling that pull in your stomach.

-

“you look rough, girl. what happened to you?” eddie playfully asked as you jumped into his van. the linger of smoke and alcohol stained the leather seats. you took in the familiar scent with a long inhale before shrugging.

“finals been kicking my ass too.” you lied.

“it looks like you’ve been crying. seriously, y/n, what happened?” his voice was laced with concern now he turned to face you more in the van. you just continued to stare forward. almost regretting this. you didn’t want to think of the familiar feeling of rejection any longer.

“nothing, i thought we were driving?” you snapped.

leaving it alone and trying to pretend you didn’t practically bite at him, he started the engine back up and drove away.

you and eddie have been best friends since middle school. what started out as a talent show rivalry turned into life long friendship. now, as seniors, or one repeat senior and former junior, you were attached at the hips. you were the rhythm guitar and background vocals in corroded coffins and a current level 15 half-elf bard in the hellfire club. after being friends this long, the idea of being more was off the table. your middle school crush was pushed so far down in your mind, it was almost nonexistent. that was why rejection hurt so much more. no way did eddie see you that way and as it turns out, no one else did either.

eddie could tell something was eating you alive. maybe it was fate that he felt the urge to call you up and invite you for an impromptu late night drive. he missed you, it felt like lately you’ve been avoiding him. now, he realizes something else was keeping you away from him. he could feel you becoming distant.

it was his goal now to make you smile and to hopefully fix whatever was making you upset.

the idea that came to mind was one he should have thought of when you first got in the car. as he turned onto creighton road, trees on each side of you, he rummaged through to find the mixtape you made for these late car rides.

with a quiet aha, he put it in and a smile came to his face when the familiar favorite began to play.

heaven and hell by black sabbath.

you could see his premature head banging from the corner of your eye. the song yet to transition to the part where you both would normally go all out. you knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

“nothing? come on, L/N” he began to drum at the steering wheel. “it’s a crime to sit still in the presence of metal. and with dio? that’s just plain disrespect.” he joked around, poking at your leg as he drove.

he screamed the lyrics, occasionally singing in silly voices or purposely being off key which caused you to finally look over at him with a face of disgust.

“you sound terrible.” you laughed quietly.

“ah she speaks!” he exclaimed, taking his hands off the steering wheel for a slight second to applaud.

“shut it, munson.” you sat back in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, starting to relax with a comfortable smile on your face.

the transition you were waiting for took place and you found yourself slightly nodding your head.

“there she is! best part of the song come on now!” he yelled over the music that was way too loud.

“oh what the hell” you shook your head before jumping up in the seat and fully head banging to the black sabbath song blasting from the speakers.

beneath the loud intricate melodies playing in the van were you and eddie’s laughs and off key singing.

a true distraction. for a second, the world stopped and it was just you and eddie.

when the song faded, eddie pulled into the empty parking lot you both would sneak to smoke when skipping class. it was your hang out spot outside of the hidden place in the woods where eddie did his dealings.

there were two sources of light at this hour. a light post and the flickering neon sign of randy’s music shop. the sign flashing green and red making eddie’s car light up like a christmas special.

once parked, eddie turned off the music with a heavy sigh.

“okay, trouble. spill it. what’s wrong?” eddie asked, his voice softer than before.

you went back to your defensive stance, with arms crossed and staring out the front windshield.

he didn’t deserve the attitude. he deserved the truth. he came to you when rebecca rejected him in front of the whole basketball team. he came to you when susan asked him out as a joke and ran off laughing when he said yes. you could tell him about being stood up.

for the third time. hoping he didn’t think it was as embarrassing and pitiful as you felt.

he just looked at you in silence as he saw the hesitation painted on your face. your eyes flickered between your feet and the light right outside the car.

“is something wrong with me?” you finally blurted out after what seemed to be years of silence.

eddie scoffed, “woah what? is something wrong with you? no, why would you think that?” you were his best friend of 6 years, his crush the majority of the time, and the sweetest most amazing person he’s ever met. of course there was nothing wrong with you.

you shrugged, tempted to go silent again.

“i’m starting to think there is. it’s the only explanation.”

“for what?”

“why today was the third time a date stood me up. i'm a complete joke.” you responded, so soft he thought he misheard you.

a date? you went on a date and didn’t tell him? he felt a pang in his chest.

he just looked at you with a sad face as he put the pieces together as to why the past few months you’ve had these small moments. three different times, three different dates have stood you up and you kept it to yourself.

“Y/N… nothing is wrong with you. you are pe-“

“you’re my best friend. i give you full permission to tell me straight forward. what is it about me that makes me seem like a joke?” you asked, genuinely. you stared at your hands that fidgeted in your lap.

eddie’s eyes widened at the question. how could he answer that?

he touched your shoulder to get you to look at him but you couldn’t. you knew if you did, the tears that you were trying so damn hard to hold back would finally let go. with a sigh, he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him.

his eyebrows were raised in concern and a frown appeared in his face, adding to his overall sad puppy look. it was his big sad eyes that got you.

“and no pity” you added, not fighting the small sniffle that came to you.

“sweet girl, there is nothing wrong with you. i mean that, full heartedly. cross my heart.” he ran his finger across his chest in an x-pattern. you rolled your eyes and tried to look away before he turned you back to him, staring into your eyes hoping it showed you he was serious. “those guys… they’re complete idiots. cowards even. and honestly, it’s their loss. they are missing out on one amazing girl.”

“you’re just saying that.” you wiped under your eye, trying to catch the tears before they ran down your cheeks. “you have to.”

“no i don’t, y/n. im serious. ive known you for six years now? im pretty sure i have the credibility to say that. any guy would be lucky to even be in your presence. so fuck those guys huh?” he laughed.

“then why do i feel like i’m never wanted.” you said quietly, the dark fear that haunts you being revealed. “i’m always someone’s second choice or entertainment for when they’re bored or until they find the next thing. i just want to feel desired for once.” you rambled, not caring anymore about the judgement of your best friend.

sure there was a small hint of pain in your voice caused by the boy next to you. the first hint of rejection was in fact the day eddie came home to tell you about this cheerleading captain from your class and how he couldn’t stop staring at her at lunch. but eddie didn’t have to know.

it hurt eddie to know that you have been hanging onto this feeling for awhile now. he didn’t like knowing his best friend was looking at herself in the mirror and telling herself she was undesirable when he in fact have been pushing away his own feelings toward her for years. he even forced an infatuation with chrissy cunningham, the queen of hawkins high, in order to get over you. he himself felt unworthy to be anything more than your friend.

that’s why it confused him as to who and why these boys were breaking your heart.

silence.

eddie cleared his throat.

silence.

when he finally spoke up, he said your name so soft as if it was fragile. as if, spoken at any louder volume, it would break. he mustered all the courage in the world to look into his best friends eyes and hope that what he said didn't make this worse. didn't make you feel worse.

"freshman year, we just started corroded coffins, right?"

you nodded, confused to what he was getting at.

"we played at whatever festival it was that year and that guy came up to us after just to talk to you."

the memory recollected in your mind.

a student, who seemed to be a year or two above you, came up to you clearing not interested in the band as a whole. he just thought it was hot to see a girl play guitar up on the stage. you didn't like the situation one bit.

"you came and wrapped your arm around me and called me babe." you snickered.

"thanks for coming and seeing the band, we appreciate the support."

"well, I was actually wanting to ask-"

"my girlfriend here was amazing. weren't you babe?"

"oh- uh- yeah she was." the dude walked away rolling his eyes and you laughed so hard as you took eddie's arm off you.

"good one, eds."

"yeah, well. if we're being honest tonight..." he started, clearing his throat to stall. "I was jealous."

"j-jealous?"

"I hated how easily the guy came up to you with confidence. I was scared he would sweep you off your feet. I did that not only to save you from a disaster waiting to happen but also because I didn't like the idea of another guy taking my spot."

"eddie..."

guilt from the way you responded that day creeped in, mixed with your own hurt from rejection.

"when you laughed, I told myself that we were clearly just friends. you didn't see me as anything more. so i accepted my place as the best friend."

silence.

he shook his head, chuckling nervously.

"no hard feelings, I promise. Im just telling you that to say..." he was scared to look into your eyes again, afraid he'd melt at the way you stared at him now. "you are very much in fact desirable. I would know, because I've had a stupid crush on you since the seventh grade. i've just been too scared to tell you. scared you would laugh in my face and i'd lose out on an amazing band mate, my best campaign partner, the one person that knows me more than I think I know myself sometimes. it makes me so angry to know that others don't see you the way that i do. god damn it, Y/N, you have no idea how wanted you are. there's nothing wrong with you. not one single thing. every part of you is my favorite. and if I just made this whole thing awkward, im so sorry I just- I hope it makes you-"

"eddie"

"feel better because I hate seeing you upset."

"eddie"

"what?"

"can I kiss you?"

he nodded with his wide eyes and slightly parted lips, wondering how you both got here. he wasn't complaining. not when the girl of his dreams was currently grabbing his face and pressing her soft lips against his.

years of mutual pining and the both of you being idiots led to this moment. a soft kiss that pushed to be more passionate. unspoken feelings being expressed by the way eddie gently grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you closer. you ran your hands through eddie's hair as you tried to get as close as the front seat would let you. pushing up onto your knees causing eddie to moan as you slightly tugged at his curls.

if breathing wasn't a vital part of living, you don't think you would have ever stopped kissing him. there were so many times during your friendship with eddie that you were scared he caught you staring at his lips. now you were able to finally say that his lips were softer than expected.

you pressed your forehead against his as you both slowed your breathing.

"in case it wasn't obvious-" you laughed between breaths, "i've had a stupid crush on you ever since you beat me in the talent show."

"i still think it was rigged, you should have won."

"not the time, munson" you both laughed. everything feeling peaceful.

"we're really big idiots aren't we, sweetheart?"

"i really had to get stood up three times to finally get a kiss from eddie munson."

you sat back in your seat and stared up at your best friend. his smile turned into a sympathetic frown.

"i'm sorry, again."

you shrugged.

"it's alright. it's their loss. i'm no longer available anyways."

"oh really now?" he asked, the biggest smirk on his face.

"mhmm."

"and who's the lucky fella?"

"i'm staring right at him." you smiled, both of you never daring to look away.

"can i take you out on a proper date? I want to do this right. i-i'm gonna get you flowers, i'll even wear a button up and tie. i heard there's this nice Italian restaurant downtown-" eddie rambled again. he swore he would never let you feel rejected or undesired ever again. this meant he would do any and all he could to make up for what the other guys took from you. what you deserved.

you reached over and grabbed his hand to give a reassuring squeeze.

"i was thinking we could go rent a movie and stay at your place." you shrugged. you didn't need fancy dates. you didn't need eddie to change how he dressed or waste his money on flowers and jewelry like all the other guys did to prove their love. you just wanted him. your best friend. "i just want you."

"is it too soon to say im in love with you?"

-

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[michu-writes]

One: great taste in media judging from your masterlist! I had a idea for a request! Inside Job(either maybe brett,andre or gigi if you need specifics! I will be happy with whichever) x reader who is basically tom/tamara? In personality wise AND maybe this reader has holes instead of eyes like Tom? I think that be really interesting to see their reaction to it! No matter if you do or don’t write this! Plz take care of yourself and to stay happy!

A/N: Thank you, and I FUCKJNG LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH, ITS SO FUN LMAO. I hope you like this, and I hope you have a great day <3

Also I didn't write for Gigi because I didn't know how to write for her- Or I didn't really feel like it yk- IM SORRY :((!!!!

Warning: Slight nsfw (talking about making out, hickeys and sub or dom, nothing TOO bad)

Brett

When he first met you, he felt so intimidated and scared around you- LIKE LETS JUST SAY YOU ALSO WORK FOR COGNITO!! The moment he saw you, he was like "Jesus- You're very… scary. BUT IN A GOOD WAY" and you just looked at him like 🤨. Once you both had to sit in the same room for a meeting, and he just kept looking at your eyes. I mean, it's nothing new for you but he was like REALLY looking at it none stop to the point he couldn't even pay attention to the meeting. So you just gave him a bitchy look, which made him jumó a bit and look away- You just chuckled. BUT ANYWAYS WHEN YOU BECAME FRIENDS, HE KEPT ASKING ABOUT YOUR EYES!!!! Like how did it happen and shiz. Yo I didn't mind, but whenever you were going to explain, you always got interrupted by something (like in literal eddsworld). He eventually just gave up because he felt rude for always asking and looking about your eyes.

ANYWHOOOOOO

Even when you were quite rude and cold to people and about your eyes, HE ALSO SOMEWHAT FOHND YOU KINDA HOT- Like maybe it's the way you look so badass and can literally beat him up anytime-

When you started dating, YOU WERE THE POWER COUPLE WHO CAUSED CHAOS <3. LIKE WE HAVE THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER, AND THEN ON THE OTHER HAND WE HAVE THE FUCKING CHIHUAHUA <3333. It's lowkey the best fucking dynamic !!1!1!1!! You'll be literally death staring everyone who thinks Brett or you are weird, while Brett is just being an oblivious son of a bitch :3. Honestly, the gang would be wondering how you guys even got together in the first place. I mean, they always knew that Brett had a strange taste, but still.

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Brett woukd fucking burst and turn red during make out sessions. HES LIKE "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god am I really making out with the hottest person in Cognito?!?!?!?!?!" He almost passed out 💀. He'd like to get a hickey from you too, he just feels so confident and powerful when people know that your his <333333.

Andre

DUDEEEE HE THINKS YOURE THE HOTTEST BEING HES EVER SEEN, NO KIDDING!!!! He doesn't even think about your eyes, he just wants to kiss you smhhh. Ever since he saw you, he's been trying to catch your attention some way or another. Either from flirting, teasing, chit chatting, ANYTHING to the point it actually started to annoy you a bit. One time he wouldn't leave you alone even if you tried to signal him that you wanted to be alone. Sure, sometimes he flattered you BUT YOU NEEDED TO FOCUS ON YOUR WORK!! So what did you do? You fucking kicked his ass! Literally! You pushed him to the ground and said "Leave me the FUCK alone, moron." AND THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU ISTG. He literally had hearts in his eyes. He literally mouthed "Holy shit" and fucking blushed. You noticed, which made you look at him confused, but you couldn't help but blush too. Because he looked so cute- You only sighed and helped him up. "If I give you my number, will you finally leave me alone?" "Can't say I promise, princess/prince." THE PETNAME. THE FUCKJGN PETNAME. You rolled your eyes and gave him a note which was your number and walked away. AFTER THAT INCIDENT, YOU BOTH COUDKNT STOP TEXTING EACH OTHER. It was that moment you actually thought he was kinda cool, and where he thought that you're his love of his life. THIS FUCKING BITCH- He's most likely dreamt about being dominated by you 🤷. HE HAS ALWAYS THIUGJT THAT HES A MASSIVE DOM, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU, HES THE MOST SUBMISSIVE MF OUT THERE. We won't talk much about it though because,,, yeah--

When you both started dating, he couldn't stop talking about you with his colleges. He's like "Oh, me? Yeah I'm dating this awesome sexy and hot person, you probably know them, it's y/n. They're so fucking attractive, you'll be jealous." He's basically a simp. BUT YK, HIS LIFE GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU A BLUSHING AND FLUSTERED MESS BECAUSE ITS ALMSOT IMPOSSIBLE. Whenever he tries to flirt with you, you'll only look at him like "Is that all you got?" And then start flirting with him instead and make him the flustered one instead.

ITS SO!!! I love him

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“���Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

[oshicakes]

MSBY team pulls a prank on them by making it look like they cheat on their s/o. ii

pairings. sakusa kiyoomi x reader, hinata shoyo x reader

genre. angst to fluff

warnings. inappropriate words, cheating.

an. hi, this is part two of your request, i added hinata i hope you don't mind. i just want to apologize for super duper late post, im really really sorry! hope you'll still enjoy this. ily, have a nice day!

[part 1] bokuto and atsumu

Sakusa Kiyoomi

his teammates decided to pull a prank on him because they said that they wanted to see other sakusa's emotions other than disgust, angry, and calm.

they were out of the country for a match, a great opportunity to do the so called prank. his roommate took the photo of him sleeping on his bed then made someone they trust edit the photo to look like he's sleeping with someone else.

the nonstop ping sound from his phone woke him up. it was all came from you. accusing and saying nasty stuffs.

"REALLY? YOU'RE THIS LOW, SAKUSA?!" , "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT BUT YOU MEN ARE TRASH!! HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!" , "I HATE YOU TO THE CORE." , "I REGRET LOVING YOU." , "WE'RE OVER."

he panicked and frustrated that he can't do anything specially his game starts in hours.

as soon as the ends, he immediately book his flight back to you.

and when he got home, you were not there. your things were cleared out. and the apartment feels cold and empty.

he's tried contacting you but you blocked his number. he called your friends and family but to his dismay no one gave him an answer on where you at.

days without you made him feel like on a verge of losing his mind. well, maybe he already did. he dialed his teammates' phone, inviting them to have a drink at a local bistro.

when his teammates confessed about what they did, it almost caused a ruckus at the bistro they were in. it was the first time they saw sakusa livid, if he's not drunk, he already punched someone.

he was wasted but he kept drinking and drinking. they have no other option than to call you, it was also right to explain to you what's the truth.

it took you long enough to answer atsumu's call. they practically begged you to fetch sakusa and to listen to them.

with a sighed, you agree. you were welcomed with wasted sakusa, dozing off on his seat while his teammates watch over him.

"what happened?" you sit next to him. you cupped his face and scan him.

"uhm... how could we start this? uhm.." and they started telling you about the prank. that it was just edited, nothing was true.

you we're just silently sitting and staring at sakusa the whole time. you were disappointed and angry at them and at the same time, you were also disappointed to yourself, for easily judging sakusa.

without a word, you stood up. "let's go home, omi." you were crying now. which made them worry.

they insist on assisting you to get sakusa in your car which you agreed. before going off, they apologize again but you just bid goodbye to them.

the moment sakusa opened his eyes and saw you lying next to him, he bursted out crying. he caress your face which woke you up.

"does your head hurt?" you worriedly asked. without a word he pulled you closer to him as he embrace you tightly.

"im sorry, im sorry. please don't leave me. i will be better. please. i love you so much. i love only you, please believe me." he whispered repeatedly in your ears. it made you cry also. you embrace him too and buried your head on his chest.

"stop crying, y/n. it hurts me to see you cry." he lifted your chin and whip your tears away.

"then stop crying too." you giggled as you whip his tears too.

his eyes were puffy and his nose were red. "we look like shit and it's only 4 in the morning." you said that caused the both of you laugh.

after the two of you talked, it was awkward. it felt like you just started dating each other again.

after that, both- you and sakusa fell distant to the team. but unlike him, you somehow forgave them faster than he did.

he gave them cold shoulders for nearly a year. he'd talk to his teammates only when needed but most of the time he's just quiet and minding his own business.

Hinata Shoyo

at first no one knew about what happened after they pulled their "prank" on you and hinata. they thought that maybe those kind of prank doesn't faze you and him.

he was doing fine for days not until the saw hinata crying while looking at his phone.

"what happened, shoyo?" bokuto asked as he sat beside him and he rubs his back. they gathered around hinata.

"y/n won't answer my calls and messages after we broke up. i'm sorry, i know that this should not affect my game play but it just hurt so bad. it's been days, and those days were hell for me. i don't know what to do anymore."

"huh? isn't your relationship going good? you're about to propose to y/n, right?"

"i don't know. the other day i went home and y/n started shouting, accusing me being a cheater, slapped me and then broke up with me. just yesterday when i was here, all of their clothes are gone. y/n left me."

"oh shit." yes, oh shit is all they can say. they were shock that their prank gone this bad. "did y/n showed you something? a text perhaps?"

"yes, y/n showed me a text message from an unknown number."

"is there a photo of you and our trainer in that message?"

"huh? how did you know?" he was clueless while his teammates did a knowing look at each other.

"we might perhaps.. uhm.. send that to y/n... uhm.. but it was supposed to be just a prank! we didn't mean to end up like this."

"why?" hinata mumbled.

"we're sorry, shoyo! we'll do anything to help you get back with y/n! we promise!" atsumu said.

"why not text y/n to come here then we'll explain everything. i'll even make our new trainer come here." meian suggested.

hinata agreed and texted you. as expected you ignored it. but his last text message got you sighing, "please, y/n. just listen to me. i promise after this i won't bother you anymore, just let me explain. let us explain."

you took a deep breath as you set your foot to the msby's lair. they were lined up and then apologized in unison.

as you listen to their explanation you can't help but to get pissed and angry with his teammates. "what are you? high school students?" to be honest you want to go berserk infront of them. to show how angry you are. it was childish and such a tasteless prank.

it was too stressful for you that you decided to have a vacation just by yourself. although you always update and contact hinata, after three days he followed you on your vacation.

you talked things out and settle everything. he was upset with his teammates but forgave them after they man-to-man talked. but you on the other hand, still can't feel any forgiveness for them. it was traumatizing for you, it cause you and hinata's emotional and mental stress.

the both of you enjoyed the last two days of your vacation. you had a lot of pictures together, stroll around the unfamiliar city and eat too much food.

"let's come back here for our honeymoon." hinata suddenly blurted out. it took him minutes before he realized and then panicked.

"uhm.. ahh... of course if.. uhm.. you wanted to... and uhm.."

"it's a good idea but i want to go to a beach for our honeymoon."

that made him stop walking and just stared at you. "really?!" he shouted which got the attention of others. you laughed and nodded.

after that, hinata let you be and he understands what you felt for his teammates. even his teammates understand that. they gave you time to heal and forgive them.

it was when you gave them the invitation for your wedding when you started talking to them again.