#buuuut they are on even-week Saturdays

[simulation-machine]

They decided to get married on the tallest building in San Myshuno, the Stargazer Lounge skyscraper.

[luvrbug]

Honkai Star Rail Men ; where do they lie on the pathetic man scale?

includes ; Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan

A/N ; sorry everyone ive been playing hsr, and it has COMPLETELY captivated me. i will maybe write about one piece more buuuut I cant be too sure :[ i change like the wind sorry guys. also my first time writing in like Months so apologies if this is poopy

Warnings; literally the smallest amount of spice, no allusion to sex. reader is not the trailblazer, Gender neutral reader with 2nd person pronouns

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Sampo Koski

Sampo is such a failboy. it's not even funny. He embodies a pathetic man.

You get word of Sampo scamming someone once again; and to make it even worse, it was the kids that literally saved the entire planet.

So, you sentenced Sampo to a week of sleeping on the couch, which landed you in this unsightly situation.

"Baby, please, you know i didn't really mean to make them do my work," he pleads, grabbing your leg and squishing his face into your stomach. "I had urgent business to attend to somewhere.. else in the mine,"

Sighing, you run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Sampo begins to rise, hoping that he's swayed your iron heart, until-

"Two Weeks on the couch,"

"Baby!"

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Welt Yang

Out of all the men on this list, I'd say Welt is the least pathetic man. He has fatherhood skills and absolutely does his half of the chores.

... But he still is completely whipped for you.

Welt has never forgotten an anniversary. Without fail, he brings the biggest boquet of flowers, plans the best date night, and manages to keep your little troop of mischief makers pacified for the night.

So, when this year's anniversary rolls around, and nothing has happened yet, you begin to worry.

Did he want you to plan the events today? Did you miss some subliminal messaging? Are you losing your spark?? Is he-

"Ah, there you are," Welt's voice alone is enough to completely silence any rebellious thoughts running around.

"I was starting to get worried, i wouldn't want your surprise to get cold," You perk up instantly at the mention of a present, quickly gathering the book on and gold quality black tea you'd bought a few weeks prior.

Welt pulls out.. your favorite dessert from your favorite bakery on your homeworld. That is thousands of lightyears away. "I managed to understand enough about this dessert from your stories, and i managed to make something close to it with my powers and a little help from Himeko,"

You practically launch yourself at him, covering his face with kisses. Best anniversary ever.

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Jing Yuan

In the middle of the pathetic scale. Proper, courteous, and flirtatious, but also the most pathetic, clingy man ever when you're alone.

It's Saturday morning, the sun is shining, you have a romantic lunch reservation in an hour, and Jing Yuan is refusing to allow you out of bed.

"Honey, we have to get up or we'll miss our reservation. You know how hard it is to get on their waiting list, especially for the lunchtime rush," You whine, attempting to wriggle out of his hold.

Jing Yuan simply squeezes you tighter, making a muffled "hmmph" into your stomach. "Your cooking is better anyway," he mumbles, stretching and yawning not unlike mimi.

You huff, lying back in bed with your eyebrows scrunched. "I'm not going to cook for a week unless you get up and we make it there on time,"

This finally gets Jing Yuan off the bed and rummaging through his closet. "Well, hurry up, we wouldn't want to be late,"

[anchoredarchangel]

Thank you @getmehighonmagic, @nocoastposts, @sherryvalli, @itsmaybitheway, @wordsofhoneydew, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @dumbpeachjuice, @firenati0n & @indestructibleheart for the tags 🤍

I actually wrote something for once and impulsively posted it on *checks notes* late Saturday night oops. Buuuut since I have sat out a few weeks and I miss Fun, I’m bringing some sentences out for a post. So if you’ve already read A Sin Better Than Heaven this will look familiar. If you haven’t, maybe this will tempt you.

under the cut for… obvious reasons.

Henry’s mouth floods with saliva, a familiar, long-resisted urge stirring deep inside, stoked like hot coals to a steady burn. He wants to fall to his knees, pull that cock into his mouth, even soft, and keep it there as long as he’s allowed. Wants to coax it to hardness with his tongue, then wants to suck it dry. Wants to let King Alexander use his throat until he’s satisfied, all the tension of his burdens let loose into Henry, utterly sated; let the king feed Henry every inch of himself and then, every drop of himself he’s willing to give. Henry would gladly take it all. He flinches when he realizes he’s been staring —and thinking— too long. He’s stiffened noticeably between his legs in a matter of seconds or minutes or hours-  and his hand twitches guiltily to cover it. 

a classic no pressure open tag for the masses 💫

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

I almost wore the linen breeches but ultimately I felt like it was just too farb even for me. The vest is too Victorian and I apparently got rid of the shoes that actually had a prayer of tying the whole outfit together. Womp womp we're doing Victorian-esque again.

I'm still so bitter about my shirtwaists not coming in. When I get them this week determines whether or not I will even have time to dye them gray, and honestly I'm so tired at this point I think I might take the L and just use them undyed. Because I just looked at the weather forecast and it might be raining Saturday, and I initially wasn't going to wear the cape for this round buuuut maaaaybe it's time to move that back up the queue... and that also means my hair is going to have a hell of a time. Ahahahaha WHAT IS MY LIFE.

[xenon-demon]

WIP Wednesday ✒️

Tagged by @stobinesque - thank you so very much!!

RULES:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPs:

steddie domestic hairwashing

steve overstimulation projection manifesto

cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham)

when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au)

med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit

Gonna be real with y’all, the only WIP I’ve wrote anything for in the last week is #2 because it’s been A Week. (Also don’t let the WIP name fool you I mean overstimulation in the autistic kind of way, not the kink way lmao)

No pressure whatsoever buuuut I’m gonna tag @onirislanding and @sailors-ink!

Snippet from “steve overstimulation projection manifesto” (under a cut for length):

This time, however, his alarm clock says it’s only 1:27 AM. What’s more, it was even on his nightstand this time. Sure, Eddie had to move a bunch of papers from his campaign planning and a magazine or two he’d haphazardly dumped there to be able to read it, but it was actually on the nightstand. Where it belongs. Eddie’s really winning in the game of life tonight.

His winning streak only continues as he hears the shuffle of footsteps and the squeak of the trailer door closing behind Steve. Because at this time, Eddie knows it has to be his boyfriend; Family Video closes at midnight on Saturday nights. Factor in the time it takes Steve to close up shop and then drive over to the trailer, and there you have- wait.

It definitely doesn’t take an hour and half for Steve to get home after work – even if Saturday is one of their busiest nights.

Eddie is suddenly struck by the realization that it’s one of those nights.

“Stevie? Sweetheart?” Eddie calls out. He starts standing up, gingerly stepping over the notebook and loose pages scattered around his feet so he doesn’t crush them. He’s got probably three half-songs’ worth of chords and tentative lyrics in there somewhere, he doesn’t want to lose them. By the time he’s done that, put his guitar down, and quickly scooped all his papers into a rough pile he can sort through later, Steve’s entered his bedroom.

He doesn’t even spare Eddie a glance before immediately planting face-first onto his mattress.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie coos, coming over to sit next to Steve on the bed. Steve makes a noise in acknowledgement, although it’s heavily muffled by the mattress. “Stevie, can I touch you?” Eddie gets another muffled noise in response to that, but this one sounds distinctly like an uh-huh. Taking the confirmation for what it is – this is not Eddie’s first rodeo with nights like these, after all – he reaches out and rubs a firm hand up and down Steve’s back.

Steve sighs contentedly at the contact, some of the tension slowly leeching out of his muscles. They sit like that for a few moments, Eddie half massaging him and half just letting him know he’s there, before Steve says something else. He says it directly into the mattress, just like before, so Eddie doesn’t understand a single word of it.

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Steve lets out an enormous sigh, and then turns his head to the side to face Eddie. “Wan’ you to lay on me,” he says, and it still comes out a bit slurred. Whether it’s from the way Steve’s cheek is still smushed into the mattress, or talking is just a bridge too far for his baby right now, Eddie doesn’t know and frankly, does not care.

“Sure thing. You want your work uniform off first?”

“Just the vest.” Steve’s eyes are shut, and there’s a faint frown between his brows. It’s adorable, and Eddie knows he’s going to do something stupid like bite Steve if he keeps looking at his gorgeous face, so he quickly busies himself with removing Steve’s work vest. It only takes the gentlest of encouragement for Steve to move his arms as needed, Eddie trying his best to take off the vest without making Steve feel unnecessarily constricted. As he does so, he hears Steve taking some deep breaths in and out, and he smiles.

That’s one of the things they both find helpful, when they get overwhelmed like this; taking a moment to just breathe, as deep as you can. Slowly, in and out, and feel the stretch of your chest expanding each time you breathe in. It’s grounding – and plus, it’s harder to freak out about something when you’re physically forcing yourself not to hyperventilate. Eddie knows he and Steve have very different levels of success on that front, though.

Now that Steve’s vest is gone, however – and Eddie’s just flung it somewhere across the room, deciding it’s Future Eddie and Steve’s problem – it’s time for what his darling boyfriend actually asked for.

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

It seems weird but I've been doing yoga for 2.5 years now. I never thought I'd be a yoga person. But here we are. I was lucky to find a place, and a person who isn't a stereotypical "yoga snob" and it's been great. I definitely recommend trying it for relaxation, if you can find a place, or YouTube has some great videos, I've heard.೭੧(❛〜❛✿)੭೨

On the same vein, we've lived here (in this state of the USA) for almost 10 years now. Damn. What a long, strange trip it's been. (Thanks Grateful Dead)٩(⌯꒦ິ̆ᵔ꒦ິ)۶ᵒᵐᵍᵎᵎᵎ

After seeing a "news" thing about how often you should be changing the sheets on your bed (every week!!!) I have to admit, that even though doing that task really kills me (oof my back), and my kitten thinks she absolutely HAS TO "help", I do really like nice clean sheets every week lol...꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

The sun is coming out!!! Yeah, I do love the sunshiney days, buuuut, I still love me them rainy days. I do wish it was warmer already though.ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

I put up flyers in a few places in town, and some in the little town north of the parent's. Here's hoping it does some good. I don't know if people actually look at bulliten boards anymore, or not.(⑅ ‘﹃’ )

I'm definitely trying not to sink here, but those waves are crashing hard. I'm still swimming though. It's hard not to just give up when you're so damn tired. I'm still going though. Sigh... ヾ(*´ー`)ノ

[ask-dcf]

Just One Page this week then mini pause on bloggo. Will explain below. vv

I been going it over and over and over in my head and the scheduling and it seems we maaaay need to pause the blog after the next page that I post today. What with a lot of dnd stuff I need to do for Friday and Saturday, work going on of course, and setting things up for MORE CRAZINESS, imma have to have this blog paused for juuuuuust a bit. It’s only until next Sunday. Aka few days before Halloween. My gf aswell has finally started some personal irl stuff so she won’t have much time this week to work with me on the rest of the script. We pretty far anyways so shouldn’t be an issue. ^^ Of course once we back in action I am also gonna take a small step back from dnd for a few weeks to focus on this collab arc. It’s just rearranging some schedule stuff.

Now while everyone is waiting for Sunday to come around you free to send asks to the characters. I can save them up for later. (Plus my Gf been getting hyper about them lol she so lovey x3) And I may reblog a thing or two. Maybe post some dnd stuff. Not sure. Buuuut I promise once Sunday comes around we will be back in action. Who knows we may get something scary for Halloween >:) Mwahahaha!~ (Also don’t worry I’ll put a trigger warning in case it too scary for anyone qwq bless the my sensitive people for we love kitties and flowers)

But yeah so sorry if people were hyped for it all I thought I could handle it since I’m technically a multi tasking deity but it seems even I have limits so I not a deity lol.

Anyways! Much love and bless all! Please be sure to take care of yourselves. ^^ Remember you are loved and you matter in life.

[seoulmatez]

SUA SUA! it's me, your favourite nuisance. here to dump my brainrot into ur inbox bc i'm back on my selfship bullshit <3

but first !! a question for you and your f/o of choice: let's get back to the basics, how did you guys meet & fall in love? 🥺 i've been having thoughts about wrio & me lately n how that worked out for us ... BUT SPEAKING OF! i'm here to talk to you abt those prompts :3

unfortunately, wrio doesn't rlly get any day off. he's the administrator of a prison, and it doesn't properly run w/o him. i also rlly like to sleep in on weekends, so we end up comprimising 🤝 he can afford to come in a bit later on saturdays, and i end up waking up a little bit earlier than i usually would when sleeping in. i get to catch up on sleep on sundays then :') we just kinda get ready for the day together, sometimes in silence & sometimes just catching up on stuff when we're too busy during the week. when he has to leave, i walk him to the front door ... and then go back to sleep after lmao

as for tropes, wrio is definitely an exception to the trend i tend to have with my other f/o's lmao ,, think the classic acquaintances to co-workers to friends to lovers :^) i can expand on this on another occassion but i don't want this ask getting TOO long lmao

affection !! love affection !! in terms of showing it, we're both very affectionate w/ each other in private. but tbf, it's not like we get to be out with each other in public a lot anyway :< even then though, it's not like we're against pda but just don't rlly see the need to! buuuut anyway. another way of showing it is also just unspoken understanding between each other + being able to enjoy each other's company in silence. plus setting aside some time to spend quality time w each other! love that in my man fr fr

ESTHER !! you are always welcome to talk about your shelfshipa here — in fact, it is encouraged :3

mmm my f/o of choice will be matsuoka! i feel like i haven’t really fleshed out our selfship so this’ll give me the opportunity to do so hehe~ we def met in high school during his isolation era lol but i am nothing if not persistent and kinda forced him into being friends with me. it wasn’t very hard though bc he’s a softy deep down and his compassionate side is how i fell for him! being one of his the new people in his life and realizing that he can allow himself to have fun is what sets rin down the path of falling in love. so yeah, good old friends to lovers, high school sweethearts!

waahhh i’ve seen a lot of screenshots and fanart of wrio but i don’t know to much about his character so reading this was super fun! and all your little scenarios are very romantic ;) i will always ship you with alhaitham but wrio is definitely a worthy partner :3 hope he’s treating you the best bc my esther deserves nothing less huehuehue

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes - march 25, 2024

I am a sleepy child. I got up at noon today, after going to bed around 7-8am. By 5pm, I was already falling asleep, so I just went back to bed. Set my alarm but woke up before it, around 8:30pm. Finally rolled out of bed just before 10.

I've now eaten dinner (leftover stew), and I ought to get myself in the shower, so I can go to the library tomorrow. Buuuut... I'm already tempting fate by playing with my lack of time management skills. Might as well sleep and then shower in the morning.

Really, my February hibernation broke my usual habits, and I'm not back into them just yet. Especially being tired/sick the last couple weeks and then weather canceling Saturday's library stuff. Getting myself to stay asleep, or at least go back to bed after a bathroom break, is a key thing to fix first.

Important note to reassure myself: If I don't have enough time for a shower before opening the library, just tell them I'll be a bit late and just come in late. If I come in late, then my friend can leave early, and we even out the "burden".

The adrenaline I've been running on since the end of January has finally run out, I think. I also exhausted myself by the end of February, with mental and physical health stuff. My friend's visit a couple weeks ago put another swing in things, though I'm still glad we met up.

I'll see what I can do to compromise and bend my own arm to do things. (May have to do more writing, privately.)

[fuck-customers]

been awhile since i sent in one of these buuuut hey it’s fudge anon!

had a customer who i helped. very old woman with what i assume was her daughter and grand daughter. i read off the flavors she ordered before checking her out, and one of them i just said “pecan,” and she said “pecan? i didn’t order a pecan” and i was like yes, “it’s called pecan caramel cluster, i was just doing shorthand” “it has caramel in it? you don’t have a pecan without caramel?” “no, just the one with pecans, caramel, and dark chocolate.” “DARK chooclate? it doesn’t say dark chocolate on the label” okay that is a fair point, but it’s not a very rich dark chocolate, and it is clearly MUCH darker than the milk chocolate ones. anyways, at this point she started to get really nasty, and said she only wanted milk chocolate. i began to list off the flavors we had with milk chocolate, and she didn’t want any of them. there was something wrong with each and every one. she didn’t even want the plain milk chocolate. and then i was like, well we have some with white chocolate. and she was like “white chocolate?” and i was a little hopeful, like, yes we have many with white chocolate! and then she spat at me, “i HATTEEE white chocolate. it’s DISGUSTING.” like okay! how do you expect me to know that? some people love white chocolate. anyways i did everything i can. i offered to switch it out, you havent paid yet so i can always put it back. there’s literally no reason to stand here yelling at me, holding up a line that now has amassed at least 20 parties, all of which will be pissed at me for the wait by the time they get up here. so maybe you should have asked about this at the counter when ordering, or maybe don’t order fudge if you hate everything in it.

ugh, what a horrible person. i hope she steps on a nail and it gets infected and the doctors cant treat it because she refuses an olive branch. luckily her granddaughter was very nice and apologized for her after she left. it was very nice of her, but she didn’t do anything wrong, so it’s basically useless.

plus side? i already put in a two weeks notice. my last day is saturday. never have to worry about running across her ugly ass face again. she can even put in a complaint about me for all i care.

if someone fucks with me on saturday i will NOT hold back.

[danthropologie]

Nate Saunders said that it isn’t true, but that Red Bull are looking like the front option. But says that DR’s team aren’t in any rush to sign a deal so there is no like impending announcement like what’s being claimed. I honestly wouldn’t doubt that that’s wait until after the season is over to announce so that he doesn’t have to deal with the media over it, especially since they’ve been so shitty to him all year.

ok buuuut imagine this scenario: they announce the move on friday, saturday, whatever, doesn't really matter. it's a MASSIVE surprise! no one saw this coming! (everyone in the audience pretend to be shocked dot gif) they do a handful of interviews over the remaining course of the weekend- daniel's excited, max is excited, christian is excited, even helmut seems relatively ok with it. red bull is already celebrating max winning the championship and the team winning constructors, and now they get to celebrate daniel coming home too :')

then in the week after, he does at least one, maybe multiple sit down interviews talking through the choice and his future and all that to properly satiate any lingering questions or doubts with the public

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Chapter 14 - Last Chance For Spotting A Rainbow

If you know you know ;)

[ FM ]

The second Friday in school marks the end of the grace period for the first-grade parents where they can accompany their kids all the way to the classroom. From now on, we wait for them in front of the school with the other parents.

It also ends the grace period where I can “casually” bump into Miss Scully in front of her classroom and I’m a little disappointed, to say the least.

This morning though, I get lucky because when we enter the school, we run into her on the way from the teacher’s lounge to the classroom, a stack of books in her arms and a cup of coffee perched perilously on top of them.

Felix is ecstatic. “Good morning, Miss Scully!,” he yells from across the front hall and tugs me towards her.

She stops and waits for us, her coffee cup wobbling. “Good morning, Felix! Mr. Mulder!”

“Good morning! Do you need help with that?” I gesture towards her books but the shakes her head no.

“No, no, I’m fine, thanks. So Felix, you got any big plans for this weekend?” They’re walking in front of me and I’m proud of myself that I steal a glance at her ass only once. Okay and one at her legs. ‘Those heels, oh boy. Another pair to add to my inappropriate fantasies, in most of which she always wears heels. And nothing else.’

“Yeah, we’re going to the farmer’s market tomorrow! Have you ever been there Miss Scully?” Felix swigs his schoolbag along, his gaze never leaving her.

“Actually, me and my friends go there every Saturday, so maybe we’ll run into you guys there!” I somehow get the feeling that if Felix gets any say in this, we’ll be spending the whole day there until we run into her.

When we reach the classrooms, she finally lets me help her out. “Could you get my keys please? They’re in my back pocket. Just pull on the lanyard.” ‘Oh Lord. They’re in the freaking back pocket of her jeans. Of course they are. I just can’t seem to catch a break.’

Biting back a dirty joke – which I’m 100% positive she wouldn’t appreciate – I do as told and tug on the lanyard, unlocking her classroom door and opening the door for her. I briefly wonder if I should just put the keys back where they were, but the thought alone almost gives me a heart attack, so instead, I loop the lanyard with her keys around her neck and she smiles thankfully.

“Thanks. Have a good weekend, Mulder boys!”

After school, I don’t see her again because they’re, as Felix informs me, in the gym already. But I’m treated to a story about her in recess in the car.

“So I was sitting on the teacher’s bench again today and Miss Scully was talking to Miss Anderson and you know how they’re kind of weird and only ever use the first letters of their names? Miss Anderson always calls her “D” and I’ve been wondering forever what it stands for.” Yes I do know, I had to get him the book of first names from our library’s top shelf. Also, a kid’s definition of forever will never cease to amaze me. It’s been a few days, tops. I wait for him to continue.

“… and then, Miss Anderson said it, dad! She said: ‘Dana, I’m not sure this is gonna work!’ Now I finally know! …Dana.”

I nod, but on the inside, I sincerely hope that he hasn’t made the obvious connection, that her name is almost eerily similar to his mother’s first name. Just one letter.

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[ DS ]

That night, we order Chinese takeout, none of us particularly interested in cooking and we gather around the kitchen table. Sarah passes out the chopsticks while Holly opens a bottle of Shiraz, our classes clinking together for a toast. “Two weeks down! So girls, how was your week? Any juicy stories?,” Sarah asks, looking around at us expectantly.

“Well… I could tell you about that really awful date I had this week with Mark the banker, on which he made a move 10 minutes into the conversation buuuut I get the feeling someone else might have more interesting stories.” Holly points her chopsticks at me and grins, waggling her eyebrows. My own chopsticks pause halfway to my mouth.

“Me? Why?” I ask innocently, stuffing a piece of spring roll into my mouth.

“Very funny! You wanna tell me why I saw a very handsome dad leave your classroom all smiley faced on Tuesday?” ‘Busted.’

“What?! Mr. Mulder? How did I miss this?” Sarah looks at the both of us incredulously.

“Because your classroom isn’t across from D’s and you didn’t happen to look out through the window to see Dopey McSmileypants leave! So D, spill it, and don’t leave anything out!” I shrug nonchalantly.

“I asked a mom to help with read-alouds but her kid was sick, so since Mr. Mulder happened to stand there, I asked him if he could do it. Of course, the kids were all over him with questions, who are you, what are you doing here, you know how curious they are. He was a big hit with them, though, they absolutely loved him.” ‘They’re not the only ones though’

“Bet they weren’t the only ones who loved him, huh?” Damn Sarah for reading my mind! I laugh uncomfortably, shifting in my seat, but I nod. It was really nice to have him in my classroom. To cover for the fact that I’m not telling them the whole story, I help myself to some Kung-Pao Chicken. Sarah catches on anyway, of course she does.

“Wow, that’s mighty nice of him, to take an hour out of his workday to help you out! But I get the feeling that there’s more to the story, what aren’t you telling us, D?”

“Well… after he left, the kids had even more questions, they practically fell over each other, why are your cheeks so red Miss Scully, is he my boyfriend, or is he my husband? And… I caught myself thinking ‘Ya, I wish!’ …” I trail off, a little embarrassed at my admission.

“Man this is some serious Romeo and Juliet shit that’s going on here, D. So we’ve established that you like him, we suspect that he likes you too, judging by the glazed over look on his face when you walk by and he thinks no-one is watching. What’s the hold-up then?”

“Please don’t tell me we’re still hung up on the people talk – good reputation bs!” If I had hoped that the conversation would not take this turn, Holly quickly extinguishes it.

“I don’t know, guys… it’s not complete bs though, you know how I hate when people gossip about me behind my back, and dating the new guy in town puts me in a spotlight that I’m not particularly comfortable being in. I guess what’s worse however is that I’m scared. Like, terrified, of putting my heart out there again after that 2 year on-again-off-again shitshow with Steve last year.”

“That narcissistic asshole…,” Holly mutters under her breath and the others nod, remembering when I had finally hit emotional rock-bottom last year, after I realized that he’d gaslighted me over and over again, resulting in me having a mental breakdown curled up on the cold bathroom floor.

“My anxiety has been badever since, it’s getting better with therapy, but still… I just know I’ll screw it up. I’m damaged goods.” Alex, who hasn’t said anything yet, listening intently, finally speaks up.

“That’s not true, D. You’re getting help and you know we’re always there for you.” – “Yeah, we’ll kick anybody’s ass who dares to hurt you!” – “Don’t interrupt me, S. If he’d ask you out on a date, do you think you’ll say yes?” I consider this for a moment.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know anything about him except that he seems to be a great dad and that he believes in aliens…” Holly bursts out laughing at the last part.

“What? Aliens?” I tell them the story that took place with the PTA parents in front of the school and the others join Holly’s laughter and I’m grateful that the conversation has taken a lighter turn.

“That’s too funny... You know, he could really learn a thing or two from his son, he asked us to his and his dad’s birthday party today at recess! It was so sweet, guys, I can’t even… We’re all invited, by the way – I think it’s going to be quite the event!” Felix had come up to Sarah and me today, holding out an official invitation and one that he had made himself, just for us.

“Yay, a party, I love me a good party! So, are we going to go?” Holly looks at us questioningly. Sarah only scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Are you kidding? Of course we’re going to go!”

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Milkshakes and Existential Contemplation

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: A single no-no word, tooth rotting fluff, dairy consumption (???), sleep deprived chats, and maybe some cold nostalgia

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the promised Kirishima birthday fic I’ve been looking forward to since fOrEvEr (and it’s also taken me forever to write, goodness).

I’ll pretend like it isn’t wildly obvious that I wrote this during wildly different moods and levels of sleep deprivation.

Huge thank you and shout out to my buddies @sasha-annelie-quinn​ and @izzinks​ for helping me get this fic out on time! Especially Izzy, go check out her blog. She’s got some amazing original art! The ending was her idea :)

Not much to say other than Happy birthday, Kirishima! He’s undeniably my personal best boi and I love him with all my heart <3

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

-Sugar

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Eijirou knew he was in for quite a night when he awoke to your dark form hanging over him. Your hands gripped his shoulders from your stance at the side of his bed, and it took him a moment to even register that it was, in fact, you.

“(Y/N)? What time is it?” He yawned and rolled to his side, tugging his camo-print blanket over his shoulder. “Do you need cuddles again?” His voice made it evidently clear how deep a sleep he’d just come out of.

“Nah. It’s like—two AM? I don’t know, I was just thinking to myself and stuff and then it hit me that today is a very important day.”

“. . . It’s nighttime.”

You rolled your eyes in the dark. “Yeah, buuuut, it’s also your birthday! Yay!”

Kirishima ran a hand over his face, wondering if/when he would be able to go back to sleep. “Yep. It’s my birthday.”

You ignored the less-than-enthused tone in his voice. “I better have been the first person to wish you a happy birthday. You know, on your birthday. You didn’t get any phone calls yet or anything?”

“Nope. You’re the first.”

“Yeah!” You pumped your fist in the air.

“Is that what you wanted?" he asked. "Because I’ve got a pretty good idea of what I would like as my first present.” Eijirou shuffled over a bit to make more room for you, lifting the blanket next to him. “Snuggles with my pebble.”

You paused at his proposition, looking into the shadowy abyss that was Kirishima’s bed. There was a part of you that wanted to curl up in his warm arms, falling together with him into the realm that is sleep. You could already feel the kisses he’d leave on your cheeks, whispering broken ‘good night’s and ‘I love you’s as you drifted off. But no, you had something a little different in mind.

“Actuallyyy,” you said, drawing out the word. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little date.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows together in the dark. “Like . . . right now?”

“Yeah.”

“. . . where?”

“I was thinking Denny’s. You know how it’s got that certain vibe right about now? It’ll be like we’re stepping into a whole other world.”

Kirishima looked at your shadowy face. It was clear that you were almost as tired and sleep deprived as him, and your brain probably wasn’t all there. A part of him could recognize that he wasn’t exactly being himself either due to his cut-off sleep. He wasn’t as peppy as usual (though, to be honest, who is at this hour of the morning?). However, Kirishima had to admit that he was intrigued by the idea. You had both discussed this concept once a few weeks ago while you were scheming date ideas. He’d thought it sounded fun at the time, but he certainly hadn’t expected it tonight.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to,” you said, growing a little anxious at his lack of response. “I just thought it could be something different that we could do together.”

Eijirou sighed quietly to himself, considering. It was Friday night—no, Saturday morning—so it wasn’t as though you had classes in a few hours. He peeled the blanket off himself and sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. “Why not? Let’s go.”

“Yayyyyy!” you lowered your voice to a stage whisper, watching as he got up and fumbled around for his crocs and a pair of pants.

It was then that he looked to you. “Were you wanting to get dressed first?”

He’d noticed your choice to keep on your pajama pants, baggy and sweeping just at your ankles. These were your favorites—sinfully fuzzy and comfortable and absolutely adorable.

“This is my fashion statement,” you said, all serious.

Eijirou shrugged. “Cool.”

He opened his door for you, exaggerating a bow as he let you through. You feigned importance, nodding and curtseying at his gesture. The two of you giggled as Kirishima quietly shut the door behind himself.

“We have to be really quiet,” you whispered, taking out your phone and turning on the flashlight. You padded down the hall with Kirishima in tow, making your way to the stairs. It wasn’t long before you were at the door on the ground level, finding your own shoes while Eijirou slid on his crocs. You double checked that you had your bag containing your wallet around your shoulder before sidling up to Kirishima and intertwining his hand with yours.

“Isn’t this exciting?” you asked, grinning at him.

“Yeah, this is crazy.”

You giggled and opened the door, grateful that there wasn’t an alarm system.

The night air hit your skin deliciously, flooding your lungs as you inhaled. A chill October breeze ruffled your hair, and a light spattering of gooseflesh arose on your arms. You started down the sidewalk leading away from the Heights Alliance building, taking a moment to look up above you. Stars spattered the canvas of the night sky, and you found yourself enraptured by their profound beauty. Eijirou followed your gaze, looking from the diamond-studded tapestry of the atmosphere to its reflection in your soft, wide eyes.

“I can never get over how beautiful the world we live in is.”

Shit, why did you have to be so cute? Eijirou watched you gaze up at the sky for a few moments longer before you reached for his hand.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I just love being out at night.”

Kirishima grinned. “Me too.”

You walked in the dark, hand in hand as you navigated to the local Denny’s. You’d been there before, but never as late as this. You’d especially never gone out alone with someone like Eijirou at such an hour. It was . . . beyond thrilling; wandering the chilled empty streets with none other than your beloved. It was as if you were the only two in existence—lost in a dream—and a part of you liked it that way.

Both you and Kirishima passed under a street lamp. You took the opportunity to get a good look at him in the yellow glow. His red hair was undone and framed his face in familiar spikes. The sight made you giddy, and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch him.

“Your hair looks so cute when it’s down like this. So soft.” You began to attempt to run your fingers through it when they found a slightly more tousled patch. “Ope, you’ve still got some bed-head there. My bedhead redhead. Heheheh.”

Kirishima snorted at your choice of words, letting you finger comb out the little tangle on the back of his scalp. “Um, thanks.”

One block later, you caught sight of a familiar yellow sign. You happily patted Kirishima’s arm. “We’re almost there!”

Now that he was up and moving around, Eijirou felt a little more awake. You had been right; he did almost feel as though he were in another world, being out so late. The streets were almost completely void of activity on this side of town, and street lamps lit warm pools of light onto the pavement to break up the darkness.

Eijirou walked you to the front entrance, pulling open the glass door for you to go in. You stood with him in the waiting area, and he let you lean against his arm while you watched for someone to come over and seat you.

Sure enough, a young man a few years your senior came around the counter. He looked from you to the screen of the device before him. “Just the two of you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said.

Your waiter grabbed two menus and led you to a table in the back by a window. The only other person in there with you was an older man sitting at the other end of the restaurant. He looked just as half-asleep as the two of you were as he sipped at a mug of coffee.

Kirishima slid into the booth first, and you decided to sit down right next to him. He tenderly wrapped a warm arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his side. “So what were you thinking about getting?” he asked as the waiter walked off.

“It’s your birthday. You pick.”

“Oh, right.” Kirishima picked up one of the menus, thumbing through the laminated pages. “Do you want to split a milkshake? I’m not super hungry.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. What flavor should we get? Whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” The redhead next to you scanned over the kinds of ice cream listed. “How about . . . vanilla strawberry swirl?”

“Yummy.” You settled in closer beside him, letting his warmth envelop you. A wave of tiredness decided to settle onto your eyelids, and you fought to keep them from closing all the way. You had to admit to yourself that you were tired, but this was still something you’d wanted to do with your boyfriend for some time. You’d stay here chatting and enjoying yourselves, and then you’d go back to his room and cuddle until you fell asleep. That sounded so nice . . . .

The waiter came up to your table again, and it was only now that you realized that you were practically shoved up into Eijirou’s armpit. The sleepy haze that clouded your mind made you feel a little more lenient about your display of affection, but even so, you moved to straighten yourself.

“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked, taking out a small pad of paper.

“I don’t think we’ll need anything.” Kirishima looked to you to confirm. “We’re ready to order.” He placed his milkshake request and watched as the other man made his way back to the kitchen. “So.” Eijirou wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you back to your previous position. “Denny’s at an ungodly hour of the morning. Thoughts?”

“This is kind of a vibe,” you said, looking at all the empty tables bathed in fluorescent light. “It’s even weirder because I’m tired. Otherwise it would just be an empty restaurant.”

“It’s pretty neat,” Eijirou agreed, taking a look out the dark windows. It was nearly impossible to see out of them due to the bright light within the building.

“So how does it feel to be a whole year older?” you asked, adjusting yourself so you could look at his face.

“Um, the same, kinda? I don’t think I’ve changed all that much this past year.”

“Look at us,” you said. “Closer to being adults, to going pro and being heroes . . . . I’m kind of scared.”

“Scared? But isn’t it exciting too?”

“Of course, yeah.” You began to fiddle with one of the paper placemats, studying the color-printed image on it. It depicted one of the meals on the menu, and you let your eyes trace over every detail of it. “I guess the concept of being all grown up and independent is starting to hit me. There’s so much I don’t know yet.”

The redhead nodded at your musings. “We can be there for each other, you know. You shouldn’t ever have to feel like you’re on your own in everything.”

You hummed, examining the shading on a portion of rice depicted on the paper mat in front of you. “Are you thinking that we’d . . . still be together then? After we graduate?”

Kirishima flushed at your question. “I mean—I’d like to. It’s all a matter of time, but . . . .” He trailed off, unwilling to be so vulnerable yet to voice his visions.

“I’d love that too,” you said, hoping you hadn’t come across as implying that you wanted your relationship to be cut short after high school. “What’s your dream? A smaller one that’s beside the pro-hero one. What do you want our future to look like?”

Eijirou shrugged, tracing his fingertips down your arm. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, of course you do,” you teased. “It’s alright. Just tell me about the thoughts that make you the happiest. I don’t care how realistic they might be. Let's just say we could do anything.”

Emboldened by your words, your boyfriend took a quick breath. “Maybe we could move in together some time. Be heroes by day and then come home and see each other. I’d like to wake up with you in my arms . . . every day.” His cheeks had flushed a bit at voicing his fantasy, avoiding your eyes in case you decided it sounded silly.

“That sounds wonderful,” you said, finally catching his crimson gaze with your own. His face melted into a sweet smile and he took hold of your hand in his, making a point of intertwining your fingers together.

The atmosphere around you felt a little strange. You were alone and yet so exposed at the same time. The man at the opposite end could glance over at any time. Your waiter could come back with your milkshake. And yet at the same time it felt as though it was just you and Kirishima, sharing your private musings.

“Do you ever miss being a kid?” you asked, turning to look out the inky black window.

Eijirou winced a bit, his expression growing a little distant and troubled at your words. This, however, went unnoticed by you, and you merely continued to mindlessly stroke at the side of his hand with your thumb. “I guess there are some parts I miss . . . ,” he began. “But I like who I am now a lot better.”

He hadn’t told you about the majority of his self views yet. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he simply didn’t think you needed to know about that side of him. It was in the past and it didn’t matter anymore, right?

“I like how you are too, but like, the nostalgic stuff. You know—tv shows, games, people who you don’t talk to anymore. I still think about my Nintendogs and cry sometimes.”

Eijirou looked back at you. “For real?”

“Yeah,” you said. “They’re just . . . there. In the game. Waiting for me. And who knows if I’ll ever even put the game back in again?” You put your elbows on the table and your chin in your hands, letting your mind wander back to thoughts of them. An unexpectedly large wave of disproportionate sadness crashed into you, and it was as if you couldn’t think of anything else for a moment.

“Hey, are you good?” Eijirou asked.

“I don’t know.”

He put a hand on your back. “Do you still have your DS? You could show them to me sometime.”

Your focus shifted dramatically at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see them.”

A little part of you began to buzz with an odd spike of happiness. You must have been really sleep-deprived to be feeling emotional like this.

Just then, your waiter came out of the kitchen with your milkshake. “There you are,” he said as he put it down in front of you. “Enjoy.”

It really did look good, in a tall clear glass with the vanilla ice cream swirled within stripes of pink strawberry.

“Would you like me to sing you Happy Birthday?” you asked.

“You don’t have to,” Kirishima said with a chuckle.

“You can’t stop me.” You took a breath and began to sing, quiet enough so the entire restaurant wouldn’t be disturbed by your volume, but obnoxious enough to pull some laughs from Eijirou. “‘Aight, go ahead,” you said, handing him a spoon.

He dipped it into the strawberry ice cream, catching some of the whipped cream on the end. You watched as he put it to his lips, grinning at the taste. You followed suit right after him, taking your own spoon and helping yourself.

The conversation shifted to a lighter-hearted one. The sleepy hum of exhaustion buzzing in the backs of your heads seemed to make everything funnier, and numerous times one of you would say something to make the other crack up. Even the dumbest things that weren’t even funny at all forced you to clap your hands over your mouths to keep the otherwise silent atmosphere around you as such.

You slowly made your way through your shake, occasionally changing it up by feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream. Eijirou even had the audacity to deliberately get some on the tip of your nose, only to lean in and kiss it off of you himself.

“Tasty,” he remarked, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice suddenly dropped as he met your eyes. “I think I want more.”

As if you weren’t enough of a flustered mess already, he met his lips to yours. He tasted sweet, with remnants of the ice cream lingering on his mouth. You felt secluded in your booth in the back of the restaurant, but even so, a new thrill coursed through you. It was rare for the both of you to have such moments as these in public, and your heart sped even further as your spine pressed into the cushioned back of the seat.

Nothing too extreme happened, just three sweet pecks against your lips, but even so, you couldn’t help but flush a bit with these feelings of excitement and adoration for him.

A few minutes later, you had finished your ice cream and were ready to go. You went to the front and paid for the shake (it was your treat since it was his birthday, and he only protested for a brief minute about letting you pay). Eventually you were back outside in the cool night air, hand in hand as you walked back to the dorms. At this point, the two of you were about ready to crash, and you couldn’t wait to get back inside and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Which is exactly what you did. Back in his room, you found yourself tucked snugly under his multi-colored blanket, face buried in his warm chest. The darkness was silent and peaceful, and now the weight of your eyelids pressed down tenfold. Your consciousness began to peter out, drifting from thought to thought, breaths deepening within your lungs.

Yet the same couldn’t be said for the man around you. His mind had decided to wander to something you’d said to him earlier, and now he couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t quite see your face in the absence of light, but he knew you were probably on the verge of sleep. He felt you shift around a bit in his arms, and that prompted him to speak up.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Um, you know how we were talking earlier about what we missed from being a kid?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was faint, only functioning because you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Well I guess I . . . thought of something.”

“What’s that?”

Kirishima chose to ignore the slight slur in your voice, stroking the top of your head absentmindedly with his fingertips. “I miss . . . feeling safe. I was thinking about how when you’re a kid you don’t really know anything about what the world is really like. Your parents protect you and there isn’t anything you really need to worry about. The choices you make don’t change the lives of other people, you can just . . . be. We don’t—we can’t have that anymore.”

His words had stirred you awake, and now you were more intent on what he had said. He was right. Back then, there was almost no fear. You hadn’t needed to worry about villain attacks, or kidnappings, or saving the lives of others. Ignorance was bliss, and every day that sweet bliss seemed to slip further and further from being your reality anymore.

“You’re right,” you muttered, taking his large hand and beginning to fidget with his fingers. Your voice was now more solid, more focused and awake. “As heroes and adults, we need to take on more responsibility. The world isn’t a safe place.” You pulled his hand closer to your face, letting your lips graze his knuckles as you mused to the solid form in front of you. “Taking on this job . . . we had to give up on that. We have to bear a burden so others don’t have to. We chose this job to protect those people, to make sure no one else had to live in fear. The things we’ve had to go through, as a class and as a society—it sucks. But that’s simply how our world works now. We just need to do our best to correct it.”

Eijirou brought up his hand a bit to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, gazing into the space you assumed his scarlet eyes were staring back. You turned to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I guess I do still feel safe sometimes, though,” he muttered, voice scarcely daring to break the silence of the room around you.

“Yeah?”

“I feel safe when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you grew flustered at his words. “Really?” you asked.

“Well, yeah.” Eijirou wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hair, pausing to inhale the faint smell of your shampoo.

“But you’re the one holding me,” you chuckled, gripping the front of his shirt loosely with your fingers.

“Yeah, and I love it. I feel safe.” He began to move a hand in circles over your back, the soothing motion causing you to relax even more into his touch. “Besides, it’s the manly thing to do.”

You giggled again, faint and drowsy. “You are manly. The manliest boyfriend I could ask for. But you don’t need to be manly all the time with me. You know I’d hold you at any time you needed it, right?”

He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Mm, but it’s my turn tonight.”

You rubbed at his back with your own hand. “Happy birthday, Eiji," you whispered into his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too," he murmured back. "Thanks for being my Pebble. That’s the best gift I could have asked for.”

You smiled and hummed, the patterns you had been tracing onto his back growing ever lighter.

He chuckled to himself. “My sleepy Pebble.” He planted one last kiss at the top of your forehead. “Good night.”

“Goodbth nigh,” you responded, not bothering to fix the exhausted yet contented slur in your voice.

He hugged you tight and let his eyes drift closed. His birthday had hardly even started yet, but it was already turning out to be his best one yet.

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There’s a bonus part to this too! Find it here!

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[nekomassetters]

Seventeen

"So I know you already heard a bit from Y/N," your coach starts off as she gathers your teammates around, "but there's going to be a camp for both Nekoma volleyball teams along with the teams of Fukurodani next week."

You watch as your teammates light up in excitement just the way the boys' team did when they heard the news.

"Also, it is tradition that on one of the last days, the girls from both Nekoma and Fukurodani will play a game against the boys of both teams. Throughout the week both the Fukurodani girls' coach and I will be evaluating you to make up our starting lineup for the game."

Your coach continues to describe the tradition, ending the lecture on a note that sent chills down the body of each of your teammates.

"And I swear to god you better not lose. I've got money riding on this shit with Nekomata-sensei," she growls, "I will not submit to that fucker again."

Way to keep it professional, coach.

📷

"So Y/N a whole week with Kai-chan, huh?" Ritsuko teases while mocking the way you say your friend's name.

"Ritsu what's your obsession with Kai?" you ask frustratedly.

"Oh my god," Nakamura whines, "are you blind? He's super into you, Y/N!"

"Not to mention he's also super hot," Ritsuko adds.

"Look you two," you say as you cross your arms in a means to show them you aren't messing around, "I am not interested in anybody like that and it's probably been a million times since I-"

You get cut off by Ritsuko interrupting you with her own rebuttal.

"Well I heard that you almost kissed Kai last Saturday."

"Ooo seriously?!" Nakamura turns to you with excitement painted all over her face.

"How old are you guys, twelve? I thought you were supposed to be mature," you say as you roll your eyes.

You begin to walk away, but what Ritsuko says next causes you to stop dead in your tracks.

"It's too bad that Kenma interrupted your little moment," she says cockily, "buuuut I bet you were glad that he came to your rescue."

You sigh and turn back to your friends, anger fading, leaving yourself to be more vulnerable to them.

"Fine I'll admit that both Kenma is attractive but I don't have a crush on him or Kai and I don't even want to think about dating."

The girls groan in disappointment. After thinking that you were going to give them a better answer, they're left sad from the real response.

"Well I'm going to the boys' gym for practice I'll see you both on Friday."

"Huh?"

"Why are you going to the boys' gym? You don't have to go today," Ritsuko asks sincerely.

"There's nothing wrong with extra practice," you shrug.

As you walk away, you hear both of your friends whispering behind you.

"There's got to be something more than just practicing going on there," Ritsuko says quietly to Nakamura.

You decide it's best to ignore the girls and make your way to the other gym instead of picking another losing fight.

When you arrive at the boys' gym, you quietly push open the door and catch Kenma on the side drinking his water. As you put down your gym bag nearby, you wave to him.

"You excited for the camp next week?" you ask energetically as you get ready to begin practice.

You notice Kenma send you a quick grin as he places down his water bottle. When he stands back up, he nods calmly.

"What was that?" you ask coyly, "I coulda sworn I saw you smile for a second."

Kenma takes a few steps closer, only letting a few inches between you.

"Because I'll get you all to myself for a week," he breathes before starting to walk around you.

"Ya know everybody else is going to be there too," you whisper as he reaches your side.

Kenma stops in his tracks. The two of you standing side by side, facing different directions. You look over at him and see his eyes piercing glare into yours.

"That doesn't matter I'll just find my ways to get you alone like I usually do."

His answer rings in your mind as he walks away. The calm tone he spoke to you in left you frozen in your spot. That is, until you hear his voice speak louder from a bit further away.

"Are you gonna practice or not?"

His voice prompts you to turn around. You see him standing a little ways from you, golden eyes still piercing into your own.

"Oh, r-right," you stutter as you jog after him.

Eventually, Kenma stops nearby Kuroo.

"Choosing Y/N over me again, huh Kenma?" Kuroo teases.

You look to Kenma whose face is red from either embarrassment or anger, you can't tell. After Kenma's muttering under his breath for a response, Kuroo turns his attention to you.

"At least don't make her chase after you like that, stupid," Kuroo adds with a hint of disdain.

You grab onto Kenma's arm and pull him past Kuroo, in an effort to finish the awkward conversation. Kenma tries to ask you something but instead, you cut him off.

"Just ignore him," you snap, "he's going to keep bothering you as long as you give him the reaction he wants."

"Tch," he disagrees as he rips his arm out of your grasp, "I already know that Y/N."

You both look back at Kuroo who's still smirking at the pair of you.

"He's just going to be annoying no matter what," Kenma says defeatedly before picking up a volleyball.

"So you're saying you got it under control?" you tease as you grab the ball from his hands.

"Huh? Of course I do," he grumbles as he watches the ball leave his grasp.

"If you say so."

[thekingsparty]

//ahhh i was gonna be here, but last night i got a mega headache and while the headache was decent by the time i reblogged the memes, i underestimated the intensity of it on my eyes. typing this is v slow lol. i’ll love on y’all properly tomorrow unless my boy’s condition changes.. then no promises. but honestly, i think he’ll be fine tomorrow as he was before we dragged him through the city to be poked and prodded.. >_> 

also i did not forget the starter calls. i will work on those this week and try get some drafts done too once i posted some of the memes. thanks a lot for sending them in guys <3 y’all rock tbh. thx for the patience.

lil cat update under the cut again for those who care. 

after a day of worrying, today was really really good. i needed this. taigi was fine today, no throwing up, no weird behavior. saturday started fine, but around noon taigi threw up his entire food even the treats he takes the meds with. it didn’t have a good color and after that he behaved strangely. he hid under my bed and refused to come out for most of the day, katzi came watching him, which she never does, which worried me a lot. my tries to get him out were unsuccessful. i had to drag him out to check on him at least once. he threw up everything he ate and he didn’t drink until late evening. he refused to eat at some point too and even ignored treats. try and get your furchild to take meds if he refuses to eat anything. mom managed it tho. idk what it is but she has something about her that makes animals love her. it’s unfair af, cause they’re my furkids and i feed and care for them, but they love her more than me. so rude. 

aaanyway, taigi woke me early today and demanded food. he loudly complained (as usual) that it took me long, but he ate. only a little as i wanted to go easy on his tummy after yday. he even visited us during breakfast to demand human food and pets and every few hours he’d get up from his fav spot to get some pets and food to then return to his sleeping place. he even jumped on and off a table. i think yesterday was a combination of stress (during the week), new meds and new food. it all upset his tummy. if you read about it, all.3 are valid reasons for cats to throw up. 

last night was the first night i actually slept. not as much as i probs should’ve buuuuut i slept. went to bed with a blinding headache and woke with it to feed cats. tried to sleep again but couldn’t. nap didn’t help either, buuuut an insanely big dose of ibuprofen did lol. i think it did anyway.. given how bad my eyes deal with light and screens rn and the fact every scent in the room kills me it might be migraine. no clue tbh. but i think sleep will help with the eyes. i just got on here after feeding taigi again to post this and now i’m gonna go pass out. 

thanks to those who read this <3 y’all are fab. 

[mitsuya-takashi]

“Special Place”-Taekook

This is the second one shot I’ve written, no judgment, please! This is basically a little “how they got together” story for Taekook, so it’ll be a bit shorter than the Yoonmin one I posted.

Also, shoutout to @handcuffsandneuroscience​ for reading this over for me and helping me improve it!

TAEHYUNG      He didn’t mean to forget his umbrella. But he was already running late, and he had left it buried deep in a bin that he didn’t have time to sort through this morning. Taehyung thought he was in the clear when he left class, but as he was halfway to the studio to practice with Jimin, the rain came down hard. It was sudden, the pale gray day becoming dark and chaotic, exactly the weather Taehyung was not prepared for. At all.

     He looked around frantically to find a place to go for refuge and noticed a small business nearby, the lettering on the front reading “Special Place”. He ran inside, shuddering from the chill that bit through his drenched clothing. As he raised his ducked head, the first thing he saw was a display of cupcakes, fluffy and round. Ah, so this is a bakery. He thought. I guess I’ll buy something then. Taehyung turned to the counter to order but stopped when he saw the worker on duty.

     The man was currently helping someone, an adorable bunny-like smile on his face as he handed the customer their pastry. He had dark, fluffy hair that Taehyung for some reason really wanted to run his fingers through, and his nose was something that could only be described as “really cute” as it scrunched with his smile. The beauty of this stranger distracted Taehyung for a moment, but he was able to get over himself and walk up to the counter.

     “Hello! Welcome to Special Place Bakery! What can I get for you today?” Taehyung was immediately mesmerized by his voice, having to pause for a second before he answered.

     “Uhm...yeah. I’d like one of those, please?” He said, pointing to the display he saw earlier.

     “Alright, that’ll be $2.00.” Taehyung shifted to grab his wallet and gave the worker his money, noticing that his name tag read “Jeongguk”. Jeongguk handed him the cupcake with a smile, saying “Here you go! Come back here any time!”

     Taehyung simply nodded and turned away, sitting down at one of the tables scattered throughout the area. He pulled out his phone, texting Jimin to tell him why he’ll be late (again).

Tae: i’ll be a bit late to practice today :(

Chim: Taeee! Why this time?

Tae: it’s raining rlly rlly hard and I don’t have my umbrella so i'm waiting in a bakery

Tae: buuuut anyways there’s a guy working here and he’s,,,rlly hot

Tae: like,,,,rlly

Chim: W o w

Chim: Yoongi’s the only one who really cares for me :(

Tae: he’s ur bf, he has to

Chim: Woowww I’m hurt

Tae: i’ll leave when the rain stops

Chim: OK, see you when you get here <3

Tae: yup <3

     He set his phone down to eat his untouched cupcake, every so often sneaking glances at Jeongguk. After he finished, he made sure that the rain had stopped and left, remembering to visit the cute bakery (and the even cuter worker) again sometime soon.

JEONGGUK      Jeongguk was officially intrigued. The first time the mystery man came in the bakery, he was completely drenched from the rain outside. His dark locks stuck to his forehead in a way that should be illegal. His clothes were soaked, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Even then, Jeongguk took a mild interest in him. It isn’t often they get a new customer, being a small business and all, but one who’s that good looking? That was almost unheard of in the tiny bakery. So when the man kept coming back, Jeongguk got more and more interested.

     He started coming in at kind of regular intervals, most times alone, sometimes with a shorter boy with bubblegum pink hair. When Jeongguk’s best friend and coworker, Hoseok, told the managers of Special Place, Seokjin and Namjoon, about the other boy’s infatuation, the three of them made it a point to keep Jeongguk on duty whenever the mystery man came by, thoroughly enjoying meddling in his love life. Today was the second time that week he stopped in, three weeks after he first discovered it.

     As Jeongguk heard the telltale bell ring, he looked up to see the cheerful face, calling a ”Hello again!” to the man he had become oh so accustomed to seeing. He smiled and walked over to the counter, winking as he made eye contact with Jeongguk.

     “I’ll have the usual.” Came the man’s deep voice. It always melted him; the mysterious male had a voice that Jeongguk had only been hearing for a few weeks now but one he doubted he could live without.

     “Coming right up!” came Jeongguk’s usual reply. Jeongguk handed the man his cupcake as he paid but gently grabbed his arm before he could make his way to the seats. “Wait!” Jeongguk said. The man looked at him curiously.

     “Yeah? What is it?” That voice again, damn. Get it together, Jeongguk. You still don’t even know him.

     “I wanted to ask your name? You’ve been coming here pretty often, but I still don’t know it, and I feel bad calling you ‘Sir.’” The man looked surprised at this as if he didn’t realize he never told the man what to call him.

     “My name is Taehyung.” Beautiful face, beautiful name, Jeongguk thought.

     “Well hi, Taehyung-ssi. My name is Jeongguk.”

     “I already knew your name,” Taehyung laughed. “It’s on your name tag.”

     “Oh, oops,” Jeongguk responded, red in the face. “Well, anyway, it’s nice to formally meet you.” He said, sticking out his hand. Taehyung smiled and took it in his own, shaking it firmly. Jeongguk couldn’t help but notice how their hands fit together nicely, wondering what actually holding his hand would be like. He quickly shook that thought off, though, and let go of Taehyung. The man’s face morphed into a slightly conflicted look as if he was debating something with himself.

     “Since we, you know, know each other now, would you be willing to give me your number?” Taehyung said suddenly.

     “Yeah, sure. What for?” Jeongguk said while getting out his phone, flustered at the unexpected question.

     Taehyung looked hesitant. “Oh, uh...I just... maybe wanted to be friends?” Jeongguk was surprised. He was acquainted with most of the customers, but they never became “official friends”. He beamed at the idea and exchanged phones with Taehyung, typing in his number before handing it back to him.

     “So...friends?” Jeongguk asked shyly, still smiling.

     “Yeah. Friends.”

TAEHYUNG      Ever since they had exchanged numbers, Taehyung and Jeongguk were texting every day. They had grown inevitably closer, their bond developing more and more as the weeks went by. Originally, it was just making small talk and getting to know one another with little things like 20 Questions and Never Have I Ever. Now, however, their conversations have evolved, and so have Taehyung’s feelings. Two months of non-stop contact, staying up talking until 3 AM, and visits to the bakery every Tuesday and Friday have created a special connection between the two, one that Taehyung didn’t have with anyone else (Well, there was his platonic soulmate, Jimin, but that was different).

     Needless to say, Taehyung enjoyed every moment with Jeongguk and wanted to take it a step farther. He made a plan to ask out the other during his next trip to the bakery. He was unsure how the younger would react but unwilling to back down until he got an answer.

~~~

     That Tuesday, Taehyung walked up to the counter of the conveniently empty store, fidgeting nervously.

     “Hyung!” Jeongguk beamed at him. “How was your cupcake?” Taehyung smiled fondly at the younger, admiring his energy.

     “It was amazing, Gguk, as they always are.”

     “Great! So, was there anything specific you wanted to talk about?”

     This is it. Taehyung thought. This, right now. I’m gonna ask him out. I’m gonna do it. I am going t-

     “Hyung?” Jeongguk unknowingly interrupted the other’s train of thought with one word, one word that snapped Taehyung back to reality.

     “Oh, yeah.” said a startled Taehyung. “I was actually wondering if...you’d wanna go out with me sometime?” he finished, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he asked.

     “Oh. Oh.” Jeongguk said, caught off guard.

     Taehyung became more uncertain, not wanting to make Jeongguk uncomfortable. “It’s fine if you don’t want to. It doesn’t have to be a date, we can just grab some food sometime this weekend?”

     Jeongguk shook his head. “No...I think it would be better as a date. If that’s ok with you, of course?”

     Taehyung laughed, gaining his confidence back. “A date then. Does this Saturday work for you?”

     Jeongguk looked elated at the idea, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Yup. Saturday definitely works.”

     “Great. I’ll text you the time and place later on.” said Taehyung. 

     Jeongguk smiled that adorable smile that Taehyung found so fascinating even on the first day they met. “Perfect.”

     Taehyung walked over to the door smiling but turned around before leaving and winked at Jeongguk.

     “I guess this really is a Special Place. Maybe, from now on, it can be our Special Place.”

     Taehyung didn’t know it yet, but that simple phrase would be the catalyst for a new relationship that would eventually turn into something beautifully unbreakable, admired especially by those who got to see them grow old together.

END.