#hewwo dial.

[mayohigan-orange]

If Chen had more fiber in her diet would her download speed be higher?

I mean, she still works on dial-up, did dial-up use fiber? I thought they were different sorts of systems.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hewwo!

How about... m6/mc trying to make it up to their partner after a fight, mistake or smth like that?😗

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 trying to make up

~ this is with the assumption that M6 and MC have already spoken and found healthy resolution ~

Julian: the classic approach dialed up to 20: bouquets, a heartfelt letter reflecting on his feelings, and continued flirtatious apologies

Asra: not the type to dwell on mistakes once they've made things right and know you've forgiven them. will still be a little extra sweet

Nadia: knows things are resolved now but wants to prove that she's learning and doing better. showcases all her reformed behavior

Muriel: thinks you let his mess-up go too easily and will hold it against himself privately. keeps his distance until you call him out

Portia: such a communicator that you two have had multiple healthy conversations complete with processing, apologies, and boundaries

Lucio: felt in the moment that "oopsie" was a good way to say "I was wrong and I'm sorry." pulling his hair out trying to find better words

[misqnon]

hewwo i would love to hear about the kamabakka kingdom reunion !!

everyone i know who i've told this fic about wants me to write it So Bad but i keep not getting to it SCDKJNFVD

its basically another "let's rewrite sanji's timeskip to be less transphobic" but in a backwards kinda way where sanji and the strawhats end up on momoiro island after the timeskip and sanji's scared the strawhats will hear about all the gay shit he did (and that's exactly what happens) (except he wasnt as much of an asshole and he's just embarrassed about it actually)

here's the summary i wrote for it: The Straw Hats run into a devil fruit power similar to Kuma's, though thankfully less dangerous- instead, it's just annoying and inconvenient. They’re flung back into Paradise and follow the log pose to the closest island in an effort to get their bearings. Unfortunately for Sanji, the pink trees and peachy beaches are all too familiar. 

and bc i have 8000 words of it just sitting in my drafts...here's a snippet from it too

Iva nods. “Caroline?”

“Yes, Iva?” 

“Fetch me the Den Den Mushi, would you?”

Caroline is off in a flash. 

Iva makes nice with Robin in the meantime, the two of them chatting about something with friendly smiles that make Sanji’s stomach turn. He does not like this. These two worlds were never supposed to mix. Hell, he was hoping he’d never have to tell the crew where he spent those two years apart. As he finishes his smoke a few of the other queendom residents begin trailing in from a side hallway, brightening when they see him. He anxiously pulls and lights another.

Luckily, Caroline returns with the transponder snail quickly enough. 

“Who are you going to call?” Iva asks.

Nami picks up the den den and begins dialing. “Traffy, probably. He shouldn’t be too far from our last location, and Luffy can usually convince him to do our bidding.” She says, holding the snail closer as it begins ringing. It rings just four times before a shy voice answers on the other line.

“H-Heart Pirates, you’ve reached Bepo!”

“Why’d you answer it like we’re a business!?” Someone squawks in the background. There’s a brief shuffling, a frightened squeak, and a sigh, and then Law’s voice comes over the receiver. 

“Hello?” He asks, monotone voice sounding tired, as always. 

Regardless, Nami feels relief wash over her to hear their ally’s voice. “Traffy! This is Nami. We have a bit of an issue-”

“TRAFFYYYYY! YOU GOTTA HELP US!” Luffy wails, latching onto Nami’s arm and whining into the phone. 

It’s almost audible the way Law leans away from the phone, his voice quieter before he sounds a normal volume again “-Quiet down, Strawhat. What’s wrong?””

Nami pushes her captain back out of the way with little effort. “We’ve hit a bit of…roadblock. Some teenager with an overpowered devil fruit ability teleported us all the way back to Paradise.”

“What?”

“Please don’t make me say it again. I don’t like facing the reality of the situation.” She whines.

“Sounds tough, but…What do you want me to do about it?”

Nami presses her fingers together, pulling out her sweetest, most pleading voice. “Well…We were kinda hoping you might go after them for us? And get them to undo it?”

“...”

“Because otherwise we’ll be stuck on the other half of the Grand Line for the foreseeable future and undo all the progress we’ve made thus far?” She squeaks, again.

“...” There’s another beat, then an inhale-

Luffy’s crowing into the speaker again. “PLEEEEEASE, TRAFFFYYYYYYYYY-”

“GAH-! ALRIGHT, FINE, FINE!”

Nami and Luffy brighten with glee. “YIPPEE!! THANKS, TRAFFY~” Luffy laughs, Nami’s eyes sparkling in relief beside him. They iron out a few more kinks while a steady crowd floods in from the other halls, having sensed a commotion. Fresh faces reach the island every now and then, but never in such a large group- and what a strange one it is, too. The queens- some shyly, and some not so shyly- make their way over to the group, until at some point Nami and Luffy turn back around to find every crew member at the whim of a group of queens. 

Quite a few are gathered around Sanji, spitting much of the same that Caroline and Iva have, though quite a few are also claiming how much they’ve missed him, all met with a nervous blush and anxious chain-smoking. Once they realize Nami’s watching, a few pull her over to where they’re bombarding Robin with questions, a mix of recommendations and inquiries about beauty, fashion, and hair. Though a bit taken aback at first, Nami soon finds herself glad to talk about something fun for a change, easing into the conversation quickly.

Franky’s attracted a small army. The resident’s compliment his style, his looks, his body modifications- and the shipwright is eating it all up. They’re all clearly vibing, and even when Sanji pokes an eye over at someone asking Franky if he’ll dress up with them, all he gets in response is a boisterous laugh from Franky, and a, “Not really my style, but I’ll try anything once!”

Brook’s covered in a crowd of Soul King fans (“I’VE PERFORMED TO SO MANY OF YOUR SONGS!”) and Chopper’s enjoying the attention from residents calling him cute- many of which correctly call him a reindeer on the first try- not a tanuki. 

Zoro is one of the other more popular receivers of ogling- though his audience mostly seems to be interested in not-so-subtly flirting with him and not much else. Sanji watches with a glare, and Zoro just smirks back at him, only happy that it’s making Sanji grossly uncomfortable. 

Jinbei has a small fanclub (many fellow revolutionaries make up the island’s population, too) and poor Usopp can’t escape a trade of inappropriate jokes made about his nose- but nonetheless, the crew is already fitting in swimmingly. 

‘Cept Sanji, of course.

Iva eventually takes mercy on him, calling attention to the room and shooing his subjects away from their new guests. “Alright, everyone! Let’s give our new roomies some room. Sanji-boy, why don’t you show them to the guest chambers? You know, the ones right next to your old room? That you never used?” Iva says, teasing at first and then devolving into sour by the end again.  Regardless, she does get that little kicker in about him having lived here, and when she sees Sanji flush she grins. Once you’ve all get settled get down here and help me make dinner, won’t you?”

Sanji grinds his heavily-used cigarette between his teeth, but ultimately doesn’t disagree. With a heavy hang of his shoulders he juts a thumb behind him, signaling for the Straw Hats to follow. 

“Wait-” Nami says. “Shouldn’t someone stay to watch the Sunny?”

Iva shakes their head. “Don’t worry about it, darling. It’ll be safe on our shores. We don’t get many enemies around here.”

A few of the crew whispers how this really is paradise- and Sanji makes a quiet, conflicted noise that dies in his chest and crumples to the ground along with the ash of his cigarette.

[boghermit]

makes phone rotary dial sound in your direction

Hewwo?

[icharchivist]

Loving the idea of Belial clamoring for sex but getting affection and love instead and he's not used to it, but it feels nice, but he's not sure how he feels about being treated this way, but cuddles are nice -

I KNOW i love the idea so much.

i just love the idea of like... reading him as starved for affection but in such a way where he never feels like any physical affection is enough so he dialed it to a hundred and became a sex beast and all because it's the same right? it's some sort of carnal release, like he'd say.

but then he's met with real affection and it's just. hewwo. what. and actually just, touches with actual affection intentions are so much more worthwhile yaknow? but he's also so used to being a sex pest at this point that it just fully feels foreign to him. Like. It's wrong yaknow?

truly the feral cat treatment this is my wish granblue are you liste---

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Hikari’s telephone.

She dials a random number.

“Hewwo! Hikari got a phone!”

[audhxlma-blog]

Coming up behind the mercenary and sliding an arm around his shoulders, Niles pulled him in closer, mouth inches from the other mans ear. "Free today?" He drawled quietly, as if he didn't want any passerby's overhearing their 'secret.' "How about a sparring session, hm? I think you'd look great with more holes to pierce."

          Thinking nothing of the other’s advance –though feeling slightly embarrassed that he would do such a thing in public– Joshua turned quickly to look at Niles’ face. He thought it silly how everything Niles said always seemed so promiscuous and gave a small chuckle. 

          “With you? Of course! Though I highly doubt you’ll make someone as skilled as I into a pincushion. Perhaps I would be lucky enough that if i stood still, the wind would take your arrows for me.”  Hands on his hips, Joshua gave a confident smirk. “Just hope you can keep up with me.”

[bee-agere]

hi bee!!! i hope youre doing well <3

can i please request a platonic ranboo x little reader??? maybe ranboo is streaming and gets a text from reader saying that they’re home alone and little and scared or something like that !!!! she/her pronouns :) have a good day or night you are awesome 💗💗💗

Ice Cream

CG!Ranboo x Little!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None

Notes: I think I’m getting back into writing ! :D hopefully i update more now! enjoy 💗💗

Ranboo was having a great time streaming, he wasn't in a call with anyone, but was having just as much fun goofing around by himself (and with chat, obviously). You were originally supposed to be in a call with him so you could play Minecraft together, but you suddenly canceled. Ranboo would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned, but after you reassured him you were fine, he went on by himself and streamed.

You were suddenly regretting telling him you were fine when in fact, you were not fine. You had a habit of involuntarily age regressing, but you had no idea it would happen today! You were home alone, which only made you more upset. You were bored, tired, hungry, and scared; not great combinations for when you're little.

With whatever energy you had in you, you took out your phone and opened up your messages with Ranboo. You typed out a quick text that you weren't even sure could be understood and then went back to laying on the couch bored out of your mind.

When Ranboo received your text, he was confused. What on earth did "litrlehfehwqscraredes" mean? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't an ordinary text, so just to be safe, he ended the stream with a quick excuse and a goodbye. After he did, he quickly dialed your number and held the phone up to his ear as he took his mask and glasses off.

"Hewwo?" He heard your voice say very softly. It suddenly hit him; you were little. Oh, how could he have missed that in your text?

"Hi, sweetie." He said softly, careful to not be too intense for the mood you were in. "What's goin' on?"

"Little, and nobody home..." You said, a deep sadness in your tone. Ranboo's heart sunk; he knew how much you hated being alone.

"I'll be over in ten minutes, okay?" Ranboo said, "Can you get some stuffies and blankets from your room so we can watch a show when I get there?"

You gasped excitedly. "I can do dat!" You exclaimed, "Can we watch Paw Patrol? And eat icey-cream?"

Ranboo grinned. "Of course we can. I'm gonna hang up now, okay? I'll be at your house in ten minutes."

"Tay, Boo!" You said before hearing the 'end call' sound in your ear. You dashed upstairs to your room and filled your arms with your favourite stuffed animals and softest blankets. You then ran back downstairs to the couch, laying the blankets out in a perfect way for you and Ranboo, and placed the stuffies in places so they could see the TV.

By the time you were done, Ranboo was there. A knock was heard, you gasped. He was here! You ran to the door and looked through the window to make sure it was him, then opened it up.

"Boo!" You exclaimed as he walked in. He grinned as you wrapped your arms around him. He quickly hugged you back.

"Did you get all the stuffies and blankets?" He asked. You nodded excitedly. "Alright, I'll grab us some ice cream, and then we can watch some Paw Patrol."

You followed him to the kitchen and watched as he served up two bowls of your favourite ice cream. He handed you your bowl, and you sat down on the couch, leaning against Ranboo as he put on Paw Patrol.

You loved when Ranboo could come over and take care of you. It always made you feel better, even when you were sad. Ranboo loved being your best friend as well as your caregiver. He'd do anything to make you happy, even if he had to end stream and walk ten minutes to your house.

[cosmiicorvid]

I was hoping yew'd say that, Captain.

I've been itching to get some payback on this wowmhowe

fow aww the heww it's put us thwew.

But why couwdn't I shake the tewwibwe feewing cwutching my heawt?

Puwwing the twiggew fewt wight.

I wanted to do it,

but at the same time in the back of my mind,

I suspected that this would come back to haunt us...

...in the wowst way.

Wooks like that's that. Yew did it, Captain.

I always believed in-- - ( phone ringing )

Hewwo? Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

It's fow you.

Wowmhole: It's me, the wowmhole.

I bet you thought I was dead, didn't ya?

Oh, I gotta admit, it was a pwetty good shot.

But when yew shoot to kiww, yew better make suwe they'we dead

because they might just come shooting back!

- I'm coming fow yew, Captain! - ( dial tone )

Wong numbew?

[roscgcld]

hey roseeeee

not at me showing up like a month later 🥴

so a little update on my dd friends uhhh the couple wants to get married hahahahaha n my friend just got a bunch of jjk mangas lolol

i have been a mess lmao but imagine dd reader scheming bc she wants revenge on that kiss, so she pretends to show yuuta something then he gets a big fat kiss on the lips. my boy is gonna look so red, he’s gonna have natural blush for life :)

how have you been???

-two cups of coffee anon

Oh my god, hewwo love!!!

Am glad to know you're still holding up - am assuming school is starting up for everyone, so am sure that you're stressed about that cx But for your dd!r friends - i mean, as long as they are happy, they can get married. just make sure you're on speed dial so they can call you if they end up doing something like set the pot on fire AHAHAHA. And your dd!r friend is so cute, pat her on the head for me pls ><

--

But pls - I am pretty sure Y/N will just do it on a whim. Like she will probably need to go on a mission with a few of her older family members who are sorcerers, even though she has every intension to skip it. But after her uncle lectured her about how she needed to be more responsible or whatever (idk, I can't remember what my mum nags at me for lmao), she just agreed to shut the older man up.

So there she was, standing at the entrance of the college with the biggest pout on her face whilst one of her distant relative handles the paperwork to take her out of school for a few days whilst a few others borrowed some of the Cursed Weapons from the school's vault to use on the mission.

"Wipe that pout off your face. You're only going to be gone for like, 3 days," Maki said with a chuckle as she gently ruffles Y/N's hair, not caring for the whine that Y/N lets out as she reaches up to arrange her hair back into a somewhat neat style from before. "Remember to give the old men some hell, alright?," Maki teases, knowing that Y/N will definitely end up causing more trouble; whether if she means to or not. 

Yuta was probably just watching on with a smile, since he knows that Y/N was probably exaggerating a little to piss her elders off. But he does not call her out on it because seeing the older people around her giving her asperated looks as she whines and pouts definitely made up for it. He did raise an eyebrow when she finally turned to face him, letting her whine and land against his chest with a pout whilst he chuckles and wraps his arms around her in a hug. 

“Don’t be like that, Y/N - be a good girl and follow them okay?”

Y/N whines again as she wraps her arms around Yuta’s waist, giving him puppy eyes that had him chuckling a little. Shaking his head as if to answer her unasked question. “No, I am not going to bail you out. This is your duty as a L/N,” Y/N replied back with an amused look on his face, to which Y/N just huffs and rests her chin on his chest, looking like Catoru when he was annoyed with somebody. Like mother like son. “Meanie.”

Yuta was about to give her a comeback when Gojo called out for Y/N, probably to tell her that the paperwork was done and she needs to leave now. “Go on, don’t make everyone else late,” Yuta hums, going to unwrap his arms around Y/N to guide her towards the exit. Y/N just sighs dramatically before she nods, and was about to pull away when an idea suddenly popped into her mind. “Oh, right! I forgot!”

Yuta looks down at her curiously and was about to ask what was it that she had forgotten when Y/N suddenly stood on her toes and pressed a kiss against Yuta’s lips. Said boy only froze from the shock as his eyes fell open with wide eyes; yet before he can say anything was already pulling away with a bashful smile. “Bye-bye Yuta-kun!,” She said with a giggle before she turned and skipped away, waving at her fellow classmates and teachers as she passes by. 

Idk - big brain juice ran out at this point lmao. But I am sure Gojo was the first one to recover from the shock and is now going to tease his distant relative to no end. And poor Yuta will be in so much shock and blushing up a storm. Mans probably cannot even function for like, the next three days. 

Toge, who Y/N probably revealed her ‘masterplan’ to, might be the only one with a video that recorded the entire thing. And he definitely shared it with Gojo; if the white haired man pays him enough. 

It’s not easy being the one who holds everyone’s secrets.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff 

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice 

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job 

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water 

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y 

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses 

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

[sandwichrin]

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 26)

Chapter 26 - Cold 

Word count: 4.9k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hewwo! I’m back after quite some time 😭 how are you all? I’ve missed you all so muchhh. Here’s the new chapter-- ngl i am super psyched for the next one ‘cause uh, we’re gonna see more cute moments i guess? :3

YGE Building (Main Meeting Room / 5th Floor)

“What did Chani meant when he said he’ll deal with you when you get home??” Soomin interrogates Bomin the moment it was just the two of them left in the room.

Bomin looked away, not being in the mood to answer the question.

“Oh ho so you’re the one that’s sulking right now?”

Bomin continued to ignore his girlfriend, instead, he heads towards the door, wanting to leave the meeting room.

“Wow. Fine. Leave. Just don’t tell me anything anymore,” Soomin said sarcastically.

Bomin stops in his track and lets out a sigh before turning around to look at her.

Soomin had a frown on her face, showing how clearly upset she was with what happened. Her arms are folded against her chest, which makes her look even more seriously upset.

“What is it, Soomin?” Bomin asked non-enthusiastically.

“Oh wow, you’re not asking me to repeat myself, are you?” she scoffed.

Rolling his eyes, he responded back at her, “Look, I’m no mood to fight, okay??”

“I’m not asking for a fight! I just want you to explain what the fuck you just did earlier!”

“Why are you so worked up over this? Everything went smoothly, didn’t it??”

“Clearly, no?? You freaking ruined y/n! That was so uncalled for!”

“Hey, this wouldn’t have happened if you had presented today! I told you, recognition is important in this company! And you had to make that clueless intern present for one of our biggest meetings,”

“For the 100th time, Bomin. She’s not an intern! She’s a regular staff like the rest in my team,” Soomin said in annoyance.

“With that qualification? She’s just the same like that nitwit friend of hers,”

“Oh my god! What is with you?? You’ve never been so stereotypical over people’s academics—yet now, oh god, you’re being such an asshole!”

“Look, I did what I had to, okay! You were supposed to support me, like how I always support you,”

“Bomin…y/n isn’t just a staff. She’s my friend. And I can’t believe I actually opened up to you about everything. I shouldn’t have told you anything about y/n…I should have known that when you asked about her, it was just for your selfish deeds,” she shook her head at him.

“Hey, look, y/n isn’t the one I initially aimed on taking down,”

“Then who??” she pushed her hair to the back in frustration.

“It’s that friend of hers! That stupid boy,” he said, his teeth gritting at the thought of Chani.

“Chani?? What have you got against that kid??”

“You don’t understand! I hate that kid,”

“Okay, then, why?” Soomin questions him. “Tell me, why do you hate him so much,”

“Tsk, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Then tell me, Bomin. I wouldn’t understand if you don’t say it,”

Bomin looks away now, avoiding his girlfriend’s eyes that were staring at him.

Soomin takes a deep breath in, releasing it slowly. She decides to maybe lessen the tension by now so she approaches Bomin and places her hand on his arm.

“Look, Bomin. When we got together, I was so happy. It’s never been this easy for me to open up to anyone, but with you, I was able to do so.” Soomin pauses. “And us being together, you should know that you can tell me anything. Tell me, and I’ll be the judge of your actions.” She continued.

Bomin looks back at his girlfriend, her doe-like eyes staring back into his. She looked less angry now, he thought. Though…should he just tell her why he did all of this?

 *

Whilst the couple were busy with their own matters in the main meeting room upstairs—the floors below were in chaos as the twelve boys (well, twelve plus one if we’re counting Chani) ran around in different directions in search of Y/n.

From the Ground floor to the 4th floor, footsteps of these boys can be heard throughout the hallways.

As for now, these are the whereabouts of the boys:

Ground Floor: Jeongwoo, Mashiho

1st Floor: Jihoon, Junkyu, Yedam

2nd Floor: Yoshi, Doyoung, Chani

3rd Floor: Junghwan, Jaehyuk, Asahi

4th Floor: Hyunsuk, Haruto

 *

YGE Building (Ground Floor)

“Jeongwoo, what are you doing there?” Mashiho asks as he notices the boy looking somewhat distracted. His eyes kept looking at the convenience mart not far from them.

Jeongwoo was still dressed in his school uniform. When he arrived at the building, he immediately ditched his schoolbag in their practice room and heads to where Jihoon had instructed them to be.

He had received a text from his hyungs in their group chat, about how they’re on the search for Y/n and that they had informed the maknaes whom were on their way back from school to help them search once they have arrived at the YG Building.

And so, based on the text from Jihoon hyung in the group, the person he was paired with was Mashiho-hyung. The both of them were stationed to search the Ground Floor of the building. But right now, Jeongwoo couldn’t help giving glances at the convenient store not far from where he was standing.

He knew that searching for you was important right now, but then he was also very hungry. He was supposed to have lunch with all his members but then their lunchtime was sacrificed in the quest of finding you.

Mashiho, who initially was guarding outside the entrance of the restrooms (in case you were hiding in there and would come out in all of a sudden), had decided to go and check on his younger friend after waiting up for 15 minutes.

Jeongwoo placed a hand on his own tummy, “Hyung…is it okay if I get some bread from the store? I kind of had a light snack during breaktime and well, I don’t think I can concentrate on the search feeling this hungry…,”

“Oh?” Mashiho looked at him in surprise. He turned around and looked at the store not far behind him. Jeongwoo does have a point though, he is a school kid, and he shouldn’t be skipping meals.

“Aigoo Jeongwoo-aa, come on, let’s get you something to eat. You’re a growing boy and you shouldn’t be skipping your meals!” he said as he drags Jeongwoo by his arm, taking the young boy towards the store with him.

 *

YGE Building (1st Floor / Cafeteria)

“What if Y/n is hiding underneath one of these many tables though??” Junkyu said, his head sticking underneath one of the unoccupied tables in the cafeteria.

Jihoon rubbed the temples on his head, “Junkyu-aa…everyone’s watching us…”

“Who cares if they’re watching us, we’re busy right now!”

Jihoon shakes his head, watching his best friend continue ducking underneath 2 more tables in front of him.

“Hyung! I’ve checked the restrooms, y/n isn’t in there,” Yedam said as he approached Jihoon.

Jihoon looks at him weirdly. “Wait, you checked the restrooms??”

Yedam nods at this, “Yes, I just said that,”

“Wait, no- you checked the restroom?? Checked?”

“I think he clearly said he checked the restrooms, hyung,” Junkyu replied, his head no longer underneath the tables.

“No, but—” Jihoon looks around, in case anyone was eavesdropping on them. Once he was sure people were no longer interested in their conversation, he continued, “Yedam, did you really check check the restrooms?”

Yedam nods again, but a bit slower now. He finds it strange that his Jihoon-hyung keeps on asking him the same thing.

Junkyu was already standing by both the other two boys’ side when he opened his mouth to say, “Hyung, why do you keep asking him if he checked the restrooms??”

“No, I meant,” Jihoon paused. He leaned in closer to the both of them and whispered, “when Yedam said he checked the restrooms…did he mean he checked the girls restroom too??”

Junkyu backed away from the both of them and covered his mouth with his palm. He lifted a finger and points at Yedam, “You entered the ladies restroom??”

Jihoon too, was staring at Yedam with a fearful look on his face.

“Oh my god hyung! That’s ridiculous!” Yedam answered them, his face holding in his laughter from seeing both of his hyungs’ faces. “I asked one of the lady staff that was passing by me to check in the ladies’ for me of course!”

Jihoon lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god. I mean, I know we’re searching for y/n but let’s not break any major rules here,” he chuckled.

Junkyu nods at this. “Hmm, true. Okay then, I’m gonna go check under more of the tables on that side—”

Before Junkyu could leave, Jihoon had grabbed him by his sleeve, “Okay Junkyu. Let’s not do that right now,” he chuckles nervously, noticing that people in the cafeteria are staring at them again since Junkyu sort of announced he was gonna look under people’s tables. I mean, that does sound suspicious and sort of creepy, no?

“Let’s just come back here once lunchtime is over for the staff. It won’t take long,” Jihoon said as he pulled Junkyu out of the cafeteria with him, and Yedam tagging along behind them.

 *

YGE Building (2nd Floor)

“For the 4th time, Chani-hyung, y/n isn’t in any of the hyungs’ studio rooms,” Doyoung argued towards Chani who kept urging them to check all their studio rooms.

“How will we know for sure? We haven’t checked those rooms,” Chani replied.

Yoshi shook his head as he watched the both of them argue for the past 15 minutes of their search.

As for now, they have checked all the big studio rooms, the resting areas along the hallways, but there was no sign of you.

“Damn, she’s still not picking up,” Chani muttered as he ends his attempt of calling you for the nth time now. Your phone wasn’t off, but it seems like you were avoiding to answer his calls.

Yoshi took out his phone and tried to dial your number as well.

Chani was right. He could hear your phone being on the line but you were purposely not picking up.

Yoshi sighs as he keeps the phone back into his pocket.

“Oh! There, we haven’t checked this row of studios,” Chani said as he points at a small hall leading to smaller studio rooms.

Doyoung shakes his head at his comment. “I told you hyung, we can’t barge into the hyungs’ studios simply. Besides, we’ve passed by this row already. Let’s just move on and check someplace else,”

“Okay but what if one of your hyungs are hiding y/n in their studio??”

“That’s…impossible?? We only knew y/n was missing when you told us, remember??”

Chani stopped in his tracks. “Oh, right.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes at him and turns to Yoshi. “Hyung, what do you think? Should we really check the others’ studios?”

“Huh? Oh uhh, I mean, you can check mine. I don’t mind.” Yoshi answered him.

“Nah, I don’t think Yoshi-hyung would hide y/n.” Chani said. “Oh, but can we go check Junkyu-hyung’s studio?”

Doyoung narrowed his eyes at Chani. “Why specifically Junkyu-hyung’s? Why not Asahi-hyung’s?”

“Aw come on. You guys know why,”

Yoshi and Doyoung looked at him blankly and shook their heads.

“Oh. You guys have no idea? That Junkyu and I are rivals…?”

“No…why are you both suddenly rivals? We’ve known you for almost two years now, hyung. I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned about being rivals with any of us,”

“Nothing. We just sort of became one recently,” Chani responded, deciding not to tell them about Junkyu and him both liking you, since he was pretty sure that the Treasure members would certainly support Junkyu to be with you rather than him.

“Okay, fine. If we’re not checking your members’ studios, then where should we head to now then?” Chani asked, a surrendering tone in his voice. He turns to Yoshi who hadn’t been saying much since the start of their team’s search. “Hyung? Any thoughts?”

“Me?” Yoshi points a finger at himself. Chani nods at him.

“I’d rather ask you then ask Doyoung here, he’d probably tell me to check the vents or something,” he added sarcastically.

“Hey, to be fair—y/n could be anywhere,” Doyoung retaliates, raising both his hands in defence.

“Okay, okay, kids.” Yoshi stepped in between the both of them, breaking the both of them from their glares at each other.

“Let’s just check the staircases, okay?” Yoshi said as he leads both the younger boys to follow him.

 *

YGE Building (3rd floor)

Junghwan walked ahead of his two other hyungs, his head turning left and right at every corner in case he might catch any glimpse of you.

“Junghwan, slow downnnn,” Jaehyuk whined as he trotted along, trying to keep up with the maknae.

Asahi on the other hand stayed on his own pace, way behind both those two.

Junghwan slowed down his steps and turned around to see his hyungs. “Sorry, hyung. I just—I’m worried about y/n-noona,”

“I know, I know. We get that.” Jaehyuk said as he finally arrives to where the maknae was standing. He turns around to see Asahi still walking, still making his way towards both him and Junghwan.

“Did Chani-hyung say anything about what happened though?” Junghwan asked, since his case was similar with Jeongwoo and Doyoung; in which he too, just got back from school and was texted to join in the search once he arrives at the building.

“I don’t think he got around to it. He was all panicky and Junkyu-hyung was already exiting the practice room before we got to hear further on what happened.”

“Oh,”

“Hm but Chani did mention about Bomin-hyung ‘doing it again’? Something along those lines,” Jaehyuk added, in which Junghwan responded by nodding his head.

“Why’d you guys stop? You both can go on first, you know,” Asahi’s voice suddenly popped up, him finally arriving to where the both of them were standing at.

Jaehyuk wrapped his arm around Asahi’s shoulder and snickered, “Aigoo, what are you talking about? Let’s just walk together,”

“Yeah but I don’t see the point in running around,”

“Okay, okay. We won’t run. We’ll walk. Maybe sprint a little,” Junghwan suggested.

Asahi pushes his own hair to the back with one of his hands. “Okay but I can’t promise you I’ll be fast enough for the sprint,”

“No problem hyung,” Junghwan smiled. He turned back to the front, wanting to proceed with his steps but then Jaehyuk called out to him again.

“Junghwan-aa, at least leave your bag in the practice room before we continue searching,”

“Oh? Oh right,” he responded, realising that he was still carrying his bagpack from school when he arrived here.

 *

YGE Building (4th Floor)

Haruto and Hyunsuk were in charge of roaming and searching the 4th floor, as directed by Jihoon.

Jihoon had only stationed them all up till the 4th floor because he was pretty convinced that you wouldn’t go somewhere that would have most of the YG staffs were working at. And seeing that the 5th and 6th floors were always somehow occupied by the staffs, Jihoon assured everyone into not searching the floors above.

Being the only two that were stationed at the top floor compared to the rest, the two didn’t feel the need to run around or hurry like the rest.

Haruto stretches his arms out in the air as he walked beside his Hyunsuk-hyung.

“Hmm, it’s almost deserted up here. I don’t think y/n would be up here,” Hyunsuk complained.

“True,” Haruto nods in agreement.

Hyunsuk’s head looked around as he walks leisurely, stopping by to peek over the small windows of any of the meeting rooms they passed by.

“Oh? That’s the last of the meeting rooms,” Haruto points out, noticing that they had arrived at the far end of the floor, where a large lounge area was located.

“Huh?” Hyunsuk said as he stares at the empty lounge area in disappointment. He was expecting to have found you somewhere on this floor though, considering it would have been the best place to be away from people since it’s this deserted.

Hyunsuk lets out a sigh and turns around.

“Hyung, where are you going?”

“Back to the elevators. Come on. Obviously y/n isn’t up here,”

Haruto followed closely by him. He peeks a glance at his hyung and notices his gloomy expression.

“You that sad she’s not up here?” the younger boy asked.

“Kinda. I was hoping to find her up here. I just…want to make sure she’s okay, that’s all,”

Haruto kept quiet as he walked beside his hyung. He decided to just follow Hyunsuk and not say anything else since Hyunsuk looked like he needed some time for himself.

They kept walking at a relaxed pace, passing by multiple meeting rooms, until they reached the first one that wasn’t far from the elevators.

Haruto stopped in front of the meeting room.

“Ruto? What’s wrong?”

“Isn’t this Y/n’s meeting room last week?” Haruto said as he points at the room with his finger.

Hyunsuk tilts his head, wondering how this boy knows which meeting room this was.

Haruto turned to look at his hyung and noticed his puzzled expression. “No, I didn’t know this too, but take a look at this window here,”

Hyunsuk moved to where Haruto and stared at the window showing the inside of the meeting room. “There’s no one in there, Haruto,”

Haruto shook his head and pulled his hyung to stand in his spot, moving him to stand at a certain angle too.

“There. Look inside. There’s a whiteboard way behind there. Read what it says,”

Hyunsuk squints his eyes to read the handwritten words on the whiteboard.

‘Y/n is the best tutor ever!’ ‘I like Y/n so much’ ‘Will Y/n go out with me?’

Hyunsuk snorts at the sentences, imagining how cringey it must have been for you to have a student that disturbs you like that. He wondered who your student was—and then his eyes read the smaller note written at the end of the board—

‘Chani please get back to your seat and complete your module.’

Hyunsuk covered his mouth with his hand, realising how Junkyu must’ve felt before this. He suddenly felt annoyed at how Chani was literally throwing himself at you, when you were his tutor. The least that kid could do was be professional, no? No wonder Junkyu got jealous, he thought.

“Oh? It’s Junghwan,” Haruto said, making Hyunsuk turn around to see the boy leaning against the rails that was facing the open space of the building.

Hyunsuk approached the rails as well, noticing Junghwan, Jaehyuk and Asahi heading towards a room directly opposite him but only a floor lower.

Wait—

The room they’re heading towards was their own dance practice room! Which means…that…from up here, y/n could have been watching over them. OR. Could it be? Could it be that Junkyu had been watching over you and Chani from down there before this?

 *

(2nd Floor Team)

Yoshi opened up the door to the staircases exit, leading the other two younger boys behind him.

“Huh? Something smells…good,” Doyoung said, his nose sniffing at the strong scent.

Chani too, agrees as he placed a hand on his own tummy, “Yeah, it’s making me super hungry now,”

Yoshi tried sniffing the air around them and sure enough, he could catch a whiff of something yummy…

He turns around to the rest, “Should we go down and check?”

“I mean, there’s no harm in checking out what’s down there, no?” Doyoung replies with a shrug.

“Yeah, and if there are people cooking or selling stuff down there, there’s no harm in buying some too,” Chani added, agreeing with Doyoung.

Yoshi smiles, finding it funny how the both of these kids were against each other’s ideas before this but suddenly they teamed up to defend something that involves food.

“And, and—we need energy to look for y/n, so—we should definitely get something to eat, right?” Doyoung said this time.

“Right!!!” Chani agreed excitedly as he pulled Doyoung’s hand to give it a high-five. Doyoung smiled a little, amused with Chani’s excitement.

“Alright, alright. Let’s just head down,” Yoshi said as he smiles while shaking his head at the two.

 *

(3rd Floor’s Team)

Junghwan tapped his foot, waiting for the ever-slow elevator to reach their floor.

“What’s taking it so long, though? We’ve never had any elevator traffic before this,” Junghwan said.

Jaehyuk pulled out his phone from his pocket to check the time. “Ahh, no wonder. Lunchtime is almost over. I’m pretty sure most of the staff are returning to their offices early too,”

“Whoa, we’ve been searching for almost an hour huh?”

“Yup,”

Junghwan stopped tapping his foot and started pacing to and fro in front of the elevator doors. Almost one hour and still no Y/n-noona?? Not even any news from his other hyungs too. Just where could you be?

“Hey,” Asahi’s voice said, making both Junghwan and Jaehyuk look at him.

“Yes, Asahi?” Jaehyuk asked, keeping his phone into his pants pocket.

Asahi lifts his finger and points at a door located not too far on their left.

Jaehyuk and Junghwan turns their attention towards where he was pointing at.

“You guys…wanna take the stairs instead?” He asked.

Junghwan exchanged looks with his Jaehyuk-hyung. The both of them shrug at each other.

“Sure, that doesn’t sound too bad of an idea,” Junghwan said.

Jaehyuk grinned and pats Asahi’s head, “Aigoo, our Asahi is the smartest as always! We could use the stairs instead of waiting for this snail-like elevator!”

Asahi smiles shyly at the praise. He shrugs and points at the staircase door again. “Let’s go,”

 *

(1st Floor’s Team)

“Quick, the staff are starting to leave the cafeteria! Now’s our chance!” Junkyu urged as he watches the staff shuffling out of the cafeteria doors.

Jihoon hurriedly grabbed him by his shirt before he could go scurrying off and causing a scene, “Okay, okay calm down now kiddo,”

“Let’s just give them a minute or two before we enter. At least let the entrance clear off first,” Yedam said as he glanced over the time on his phone.

 Meanwhile…

(Staircase Loft)

“I must be getting hungry or something. I keep smelling fried mandu and ramen,” Junghwan whined as he stepped down the stairs, leading Asahi and Jaehyuk who were both behind him.

‘Kruuungggg’

Junghwan stopped in his tracks, making Jaehyuk almost bumping into him from the sudden stop.

“Is there something wrong?” Jaehyuk asked him.

Junghwan shook his head and looked over Jaehyuk’s shoulder, where Asahi was almost hidden by the hyung’s taller figure.

“What?” Asahi asked.

“Are you…hungry, hyung?” Junghwan asked.

Asahi’s cheeks went pink with embarrassment as it turns out that the maknae had heard his tummy rumbling couple of seconds ago.

“Hey, you keep mentioning about food—it’s impossible not to be hungry,” Asahi said in defence.

“No, but seriously, I do smell ramen broth in this area. And it keeps getting stronger too,” Junghwan said as he continued stepping down the steps, making his way down again.

“You know what…I smell it too now,” Jaehyuk said.

“Huh, we must be really hungry, huh? What floor are we at now?”

Asahi peeked over the sign he passed by just now, “1st floor. We’re almost at the Ground Floor.”

“Okay, nice! Hyung, can we stop by the convenience store and grab some snacks when we reach the bottom floor later?” Junghwan asked Jaehyuk since he was the eldest among them three.

“Sure! There’s no problem in that!” Jaehyuk grinned as he ruffles the maknae’s hair, thinking that the kid was cute for asking him permission for such a small matter.

Junghwan smiled happily and continued leading them all down the stairs, his steps quickening at the thought of reaching downstairs to buy some food from the convenience store.

He was almost-running as he walks down the steps when once again, he stops—a loud gasp escaping his mouth.

This time, Jaehyuk really bumped into Junghwan’s back, making the boy almost falling down the stairs—in which Jaehyuk managed to grab a hold of him before the boy fell forward.

“Hey, hey, be careful Junghwan-aa! Omg what if you really fell??”

Jaehyuk wondered why the younger boy wasn’t responding to him, so he stepped forward in front of the boy to see what made him stop in shock. “Oh??”

“What…are you doing down here??” Junghwan asked, his voice echoing in the stairs loft.

 *

(1st Floor Team)

“I’ve checked the whole right side of the cafeteria and asked the kitchen staffs—no sign of y/n here,” Yedam reported to Jihoon who just got back from checking the rooftop balcony outside the cafeteria.

“Alright. Thanks for your hard work, Yedam,”

Jihoon turns to look at the left side of the cafeteria where Junkyu was running clumsily towards him, almost hitting over a chair that wasn’t tucked underneath one of the tables.

“Kim Junkyu be careful—”

“I’m here!” Junkyu announced even though no one asked for it.

Jihoon chuckled seeing his best friend’s serious expression despite his usual funny run seconds ago.

“Any sign of y/n?” Yedam asked the round-eyed hyung that just arrived.

Junkyu shook his head. “No, but someone dropped a dollar underneath one of the chairs,” He waved the dollar up in his friends’ faces.

“Oooh nice! You can keep that,” Jihoon gave him a thumbs up.

“Nah, I’m gonna find the lost and found box and put it there,”

“…but…we don’t have a lost and found box…” Yedam looked at him.

Junkyu lets out a loud gasp. “What? Then how would people find their lost items??”

“First of all—that’s why we have to be extra attentive and careful with our belongings,” Jihoon advised both the younger boys.

“Oh and not lose focus,” Yedam added.

Jihoon nods at this.

“Hyung…are you both forgetting?? We’re not here to discuss lost and found?? We’re looking for y/n,”

“Oh right! I almost forgot!” Junkyu said in shock.

“What about you, Jihoon-hyung? Did you find any traces of y/n outside?”

Jihoon shook his head to Yedam’s question. “Nope. Just empty untouched seats and the cool breeze outside.”

“Did you check under the tables??” Junkyu asked.

Both Jihoon and Yedam looked at him, questioning what he said.

“Hey, I told you guys—don’t skip checking underneath the tables,”

Jihoon shrugs at him. “Okay Junkyu. I’ll make sure to check every inch and corner next time,”

“Well, we’ve been looking for over an hour now. And I’m pretty sure the kids are hungry since they just got back from school.” Yedam paused to look at Jihoon before asking, “Let’s take a break?”

“Sure. We can resume searching once we’ve all eaten,” Jihoon agreed. “Text the group and tell them we’ll meet at the convenience store downstairs,”

“On it.” Yedam quickly pulled out his phone, his fingers tapping fast on the screen.

Jihoon and Yedam were about to leave the cafeteria when Jihoon realised that Junkyu wasn’t following them.

“Junkyu? You alright?” He asked the bright-eyed boy that kept looking in the direction of the cafeteria’s balcony door.

“Huh? Oh, uhh,” he stammered, surprised by Jihoon calling his name.

“You coming with us?”

“I…think I’ll join you guys in a bit. I want to go check outside for a while,”

Jihoon lets out a sigh. “Junkyu-aa. You need to eat first. Besides, I told you, nobody is out there,”

“But you didn’t check under the tables!”

“Fine. Go check then. Just meet us downstairs and get something to eat, okay?” Jihoon sighs again, giving up and not wanting to argue with his best friend.

 *

YGE Building (Cafeteria – Rooftop Balcony)

Junkyu opens the door leading outside slowly. The cool breeze from outside made his skin shiver for a couple seconds before he managed to adapt to the weather outside the building.

As he steps outside, his eyes roamed around the place where he first encountered you and Chani when you first started working on the workshop in this company.

Jihoon was right. The place was neat, tidy, untouched. It’s almost as if no one has ever stepped out here. Ah, but then who would? The weather has been chilly nowadays now that it’s late autumn and staying out here for too long could really do bad for one’s health.

Junkyu sighs. Maybe he should just go inside and meet the rest of the gang.

Junyku turned his heels, about to leave when suddenly he stopped.

Ah, right! He should at least check under the tables.

And so, Junkyu got on all fours and ducked his head to look underneath the row of tables on his right.

“Oh?” he muttered as he noticed something placed at the far end table. It really seemed like it was probably just his imagination, but he could feel that something was indeed underneath that table at the end—even if he can’t see clearly because of the chairs.

He got up on his feet and hurried to the spot—stopping, and slowly lowering his body to see what was underneath the table.

“Wait—” he said, when he noticed what was underneath the table. He extends his finger to check if it’s cold, his finger retracting as soon as he realised how cold it felt against his skin.

“W-wait, what should I do?” He muttered to himself, panic rising.

Junkyu shakes his head. He has to do something. Anything. And he has to act fast.

 *To be continued…*

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If the M6 had any mental disabilities (OCD, Autism, ADHD...) What do you think they would have?

Brainrot's Arcana Essays: M6's mental health conditions

@hewwo-its-floof .... this probably isn't where your ask was heading, but here's an essay! XD I've actually been turning this concept over in my head for several months now, so you'll see what I could see each of them having but you'll also see why I haven't unpacked it much ^.^

(cropped because this is long and addresses each character)

I'm going to be totally honest and say that I'm extremely hesitant to focus on diagnosing fictional characters beyond lighthearted headcanons. From my own experience of having multiple diagnoses at different times, people and characters tend to be fairly complex in the way their nature, nurture, and mental health interact with each other. So while it's really fun and in many ways healing and validating to see our experiences and habits reflected in a loveable character, it's easy to fall into a trap of confining ourselves or a character to the diagnoses we're focusing on.

Asra, Julian, Muriel, and Lucio, for example, all have the kind of lived experiences that you could fully expect would result in CPTSD. Asra's parents disappeared while they were a young child and they experienced the extended trauma of growing up homeless on the streets. Muriel experienced that same abandonment and homelessness, and then that gets layered with his experience in the Coliseum. Julian has clear memories of the trauma of being shipwrecked, losing his parents, and trying to care for his sister as a young boy, plus the apprenticing he did as a teen treating soldiers on active battlefields. Lucio has a similar traumatic background with the amount of time he's spent in combat and the kill-or-be-killed world he grew up in. Portia doesn't have any memories before the grandmothers at Nevivon, but that doesn't erase her body's memory or the chances of second hand trauma from her closeness to her brother. Nadia didn't exactly have an easy childhood, but we aren't aware of any traumatic incidents before adulthood.

All that to say, there's multiple ways to interpret behavior that reflects a mental condition that doesn't match what's considered "normal." Asra can seem ADHD coded - we've seen them fixate on curious puzzles, completely zone out and forget what they're doing, and turn their living space into a cozy state of chaos. That looks a lot like ADHD! But, that could also be the trauma coping mechanisms of someone who likes to live with the luxury of having a space covered in their things without fear of them being removed, or focusing solely on things that make their brain happy in an unpredictable world. Or maybe Asra's just a naturally curious person who finds chaos comforting and spends a lot of time in their own head. Maybe it's a combination of all of the above feeding into each other in different ways!

The same goes for the other three - does Muriel like a more isolated lifestyle because of the trauma from crowds in the Coliseum? Does he like to keep his own heavily guarded space and set routines from living on the streets? Or are those autistic traits, seeking out a space that isn't overstimulating and doesn't require masking? How much of that is natural introversion and a general preference for calm, ordered spaces? He could be a combination of some or all of those things, but he's still himself regardless. If we were to focus on just one, we'd risk leaving the rest to fade into the background.

Julian has one of the stories in which MC plays a very direct role in addressing his mental health. He depends on them heavily to help him find new purpose and a new way to live. You could almost say that MC helps "fix" him, but this doesn't involve losing a lot of the things that make him so messy - it mostly involves helping him dial it back enough so that it's no longer unhealthy. (for example - he drinks as a coping mechanism, but the solution isn't for him to never touch alcohol again. he still drinks and has a fun time, it's his need to self-isolate and self-destruct that really needed to be addressed) He can still be loud and flamboyant and entertaining without having to pin his worth on how much validation he gets from it. Could those super high highs and low lows be signs of bipolar disorder? Maybe, but whether it is or not, Julian's wide range of emotional expression is core to who he is.

Lucio is his own special case (I mean, the story starts out with him as the villain). The plot of his route is his transformation. It could be easy to read narcissism into a lot of his behavior, and if that's a diagnosis his character was built around, it would make sense! It could also be easy to argue that his tendency to idolize himself is a response to growing up in a world where he had no control and felt constantly unsupported and ignored. But the focus isn't on bashing how he sees himself as much as it is on teaching him accountability around what he does with that. Lucio at the end of his story still has a sizeable ego, still sees himself as a protagonist, and has no qualms about being good enough for MC. However, he's gained experience acknowledging his own flaws and mistakes and it's enabled him to seek out a fresh start.

We could unpack Portia and Nadia too - is Portia's super competence and hard working nature born out of the pressure to be strong and steady for her traumatized older brother? Did that cause the hyper responsibility that kept her adventurous spirit in Nevivon way past her childhood? Does her annoyance with her older brother's struggles come out of frustration at never being able to process her own difficulties in favor of playing therapist for everyone else? Are her loudly cheerful attitude, tendency to fill her day with work, and love of escaping into books all masking techniques for chronic depression? Maybe all of that is true, but it's accompanied by a conscious decision to be optimistic and a genuine love of caring for other people.

We could speculate about the source of Nadia's insecurities for hours - what did her old dynamic with Lucio look like? Where did her hesitance to get involved and try to fix a broken system come from? What caused someone with such a focused personality to make firm decisions and express deep doubts at the same time? Does her quest for influence come from a desire to implement improvements or a need for control? Maybe her love of precision, good omens, and controlled environments are a result of OCD, or maybe she's just discovered what it's like to have her confidence shaken and this is what it looks like to move forward.

I've processed my own share of eating and mental disorders, dysphoria, neurodivergence, disability, and trauma. Some of my diagnoses only lasted several months, others took decades to work past, and a few of them I know will be with me for the rest of my life. They help explain a lot of how I function, experience the world, and interact with others as a person. But those conditions and experiences are only part of the amalgamation that makes me who I am, who I've been, and who I'm becoming. I don't care to completely define myself by certain parts when the sum of who I am is what's going to decide my story, and I like extending that mindset to the stories, people, and characters I interact with as well.

I hope that makes sense, and sorry for the unexpected essay!!

Cheers, friend -

brainrot

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The Sweetest Baker in Brooklyn 3/???

Description: Bucky Barnes is one of the most feared mobsters in all of NYC, however he finds himself falling for the sweetest Baker in Brooklyn who has her own secrets and troubled past.

Word Count: 3330

Pairing(s): Mob! Bucky x Parent!Reader

Warnings: violence, organised crime, alcoholism, abuse, angst, mentions of rape

A/N: there’s a lot in this chapter, nothing too graphic but warning there is a fair bit of violence in this one. Sorry this part took so long to finally be posted. 

Cautiously he pulled the phone out of his pocket 

“Hello?” 

“Hewwo Mister Bucky Sir, I think my Mom needs your help.” 

An hour earlier 

Y/N held onto Benny’s hand as she walked into the house trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. Benny wasn’t clueless, he might have been a kid but not clueless. Benny had always been a perspective child which often got him into trouble, being able to see and work out things he shouldn’t. With that Benny could hardly remember the last time he saw his Father. He had also worked out that his mother probably kept him away from his Father for some reason. 

Y/N walked into the house with her biggest fake smile on. Benny noted how it was the same one she used with annoying customers she would silently pray to leave with in the next second. 

“Benny you had an amazing day at school by the sounds of things.” Y/N called into the house taking off her coat and apron. 

Benny went to do the same when suddenly, 

“Y/N get in here with that imbecile.” Brock called back from the kitchen. 

His voice wasn’t the usual mumbling and slurring from when he was drunk, no this was so much worse. Brock sounded stone cold sober and pissed off. 

“Benny get upstairs, Now!” Y/N ordered. 

Benny did as he was told. He waited upstairs for it to start, he knew the routine. His Mom and Dad would argue, there would be yelling maybe the sound of something being thrown or smashed. It could last hours and at the end of it chances are his Mom would be crying. 

So Benny grabbed one of his teddies and a book to try and block out the sound. The yelling started he heard words like ‘Whore’ and ‘Slut’. He tried to focus on his book some more but the sounds just got louder until 

WHACK

It was followed by the sound of his mother screaming. Benny couldn’t help himself any longer, he needed to help his Mom. Grabbing his teddy he ran downstairs. He peered his head and threw the bannister to see a sight no child should have to see.  

On the kitchen table there were photos of Y/N and Benny with the nice man, Bucky. His Father looked furious, calling her a traitor and Benny a bastard. His mother was trying to shield herself from the punches. The scene made Benny feel sick to his stomach. He wasn’t stupid, Benny knew this wasn’t like the school bullies. Feeling helpless was like being sucked into a black hole to the small child.

However there was a saving grace, looking to the coat rack at the bottom of the stairs Benny grabbed the name card out of his mother apron and ran back upstairs to his parents room. He grabbed the phone and hid under the bed. Using his little hands he failed the number and put one finger in his ear to block out the sounds from downstairs.

Ring, Ring, Ring

“Hello.” 

Back at Steve’s House.

“Benny! Benny what’s wrong?” 

“It’s my Dad, he’s hurting my Mom really badly and I can’t get him to stop.” Benny pleaded down the phone. 

In the background of the phone call he could hear Y/N screaming. His blood was boiling, fuck whatever Y/N’s past was she didn’t deserve this. 

“Benny just stay where you are, I’m on my way.” Bucky ordered and hung up the phone. 

Bucky went to walk out the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Her house is outside my territory, if it goes sideways I can’t protect you.” Steve warned him with a deep tone in his voice. 

“A kid just cried down the phone to me asking for my help to stop his piece of shit Father hitting his Mom and you’re trying to get me to walk away… You’ve changed Rogers.” Bucky retorted, storming out of the mansion. 

He ran to his car and ordered Sam to give him his fucking gun back. 

“What’s wrong man?” Sam came running handing Bucky his gun.

“Y/N’s in trouble, so is Benny.” Bucky seethed. 

“Shit.” Sam sighed and hopped into the car. 

He wasn’t going to let his best friend go into something like this alone. The car journey there was silent. Bucky was silently cursing that his car won’t go any faster. Sam was trying to get his head around Y/N being the daughter of Pierce and that pig Rumlow being her husband. The stories he’d heard about Rumlow, the man who would do anything for a price. It took knowing Y/N for all of two minutes for Sam to know the marriage must have been nothing more than tatic. 

They finally reached the house. The second they got out they heard the screams, it was a surprise that no one had called the cops. Bucky and Sam both instantly took their guns out and readied themselves. 

“I’ll get the kid, you get Y/N.” Sam ordered. 

The two ran into the house, knocking down the door. Y/N was on the floor, she looked bloodied and bruised. She was whimpering, begging Brock to stop. 

“Oh I’m nowhere near finished with you-” He was cut short from the sound of bullet going into his knee. 

“ARGH!” Brock fell to the floor in agony, screaming. 

Y/N looked up to see Bucky had fired the bullet. He had a dark look in his eyes, something Y/N had only seen a few times before in her life. The glassy eye star of a man who had to restrain himself from shooting to kill. Without a moment passing by Y/N pulled herself and ran toward Bucky. Brock called out for her, calling her a bitch and whore. He could call her anything he liked from now on Y/N told herself she would never have power over her again. Sam had gone upstairs to grab Benny. That left just the three of them left in the room. Bucky seemed to soften a little when Y/N was in her arms. Brock’s calls are almost forgotten about… almost. 

“Oh I see, run into his arms slut, how long do you think he’ll keep me away from my wife and child.” Brock seethed out from the pain. 

That was it. Silently Y/N grabbed the gun from Bucky and marched over to Brock. For the first time in her life she saw fear in Brock’s eyes and it made her smile. Bucky thought the worst,

“Y/N think about this for a second, Benny is just upstairs you don’t want him seeing-” 

BANG

He was cut off by the sound of the bullet being shot into Brocks other knee. 

“I am not your wife anymore and Benny sure as hell is no longer your son, we are going to leave this house and one way or another you will never see us again…understand?” Y/N clicked the safety off the gun and pointed it at Brock’s head. 

Brock defeatily nodded and with that Y/N walked out of the house. Benny quickly followed behind about jumped up into Y/N’s arms. The two held each other tightly as a sense of freedom washing over both of them. A few tears escaped Y/N’s eyes, finally she could have the life she wanted. All four of them went into the car and Bucky drove as carefully as he could so Benny would drift asleep. All the adrenaline leaving his body and suddenly leaving him exhausted. Bucky fiddled with the dials on the radio to help Benny sleep. His head was on Y/N’s lap, Sam kept glancing at the two in the back. Especially Y/N’s face, the bruises were already a deep dark purple and the scabs along her face, it was a hard sight to see. 

“Take her back to Steve’s she needs to see the Doc.” Sam said to Bucky. 

As pissed as Bucky still was with Steve, Sam was right. Also just incase Brock was going to pull some shit, Steve’s house was the safest place. To be honest he didn’t think Brock was going to pull anything within the next century after what Y/N did. It was clear that she had suffered abuse for how many years, silently taking its toll but despite all that, no one, no one messed with her son. 

Y/N herself felt in a haze, she mindlessly played with her sons hair to bring some peace in her mind. Yes, Brock was now in the past but what now? Bucky had come to save her but was he expecting something in return. Her opinion on most men was that they never did anything out of the good of their own heart, especially ones from the mob. Then there was Benny, she brought in just enough money from the bakery but could she even go back there, was it safe. Her mind was spiralling again when suddenly

“Doll, we’re here.” Bucky spoke softly to her. 

She looked out the car window to the most lavish mansion, it was practically a castle. Almost straight out of a story book. All it was missing was a tower with a lonely princess and a dragon. Y/N carried Benny, who was still fast asleep, Bucky placed a hand around the shoulder and then suddenly all the worry she had before seemed to wash away. It was the look in Bucky’s eyes that said ‘There’s no need to be scared from now on.’ 

The four of them all walked in, a blonde man stood in the entrance hall with a red head next to him. He looked stern and the red head… well she seemed to give nothing away. 

“Glad to see you alive, now tell me, is this going to come and bite me on the ass?” The blonde man arched a brow at Bucky. 

“Brock Rumlow won't be a problem however I suggest you call the Doc.” Bucky answered. 

Just as he did Benny began to stir and wake. 

Steve watched quietly as the child stirred and looked around the hallway. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. 

“Momma are we in a castle?” Benny yawned. 

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at the little one. Benny grabbed onto his mother a little tighter when he noticed Steve and Natasha. Steve then studied the two a little closer, Benny seemed fine but Y/N, she looked like she had been through hell, it reminded Steve of his Mom… 

“Nat call Banner down here.” Steve ordered. 

Natasha nodded and headed further into the house. Just as she left Sam offered to take Benny to bed. Y/N went to argue saying how she doesn’t want Benny alone. 

“He’s not alone, he’s with the best bodyguard he could ever ask for.” Sam joked taking Benny out of her arms. 

Y/N watched him go, blowing him a small kiss. Clumsily the kid caught it just before he disappeared upstairs. That just left the three of them in a somewhat awkward silence. Mainly it was the hard stare Bucky was giving Steve that made Y/N uncomfortable. It was clear that something had happened between the two of them but it wasn’t Y/N’s place to pry. 

Then a saving grace appeared coming down the hall. 

“I believe I have a patient, what’s Clint done this time?” The man joked approaching the trio. 

He then saw Y/N’s face and his cheery attitude dropped. The man sighed and softly smiled at Y/N. 

“I take it you’re the patient, right this way Miss.” He pointed to a side door next to the corridor. 

Y/N followed, limping a little as she did. Bucky’s heart dropped a little when he noticed she’d properly been hiding it from the adrenaline. He went to follow her into the side room when Steve called him back. He debated not listening to him, disobeying him and following his heart to Y/N but he had toed the line enough tonight. Banner was more of a gentleman than any of them, he could be trusted with Y/N. 

“What is it Boss?” Bucky grimaced. 

Steve sighed and walked over to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“You were right, I was being an ass.” Steve admitted, hanging his head. 

Bucky was stunned, only a total of 5 times had Steve ever admitted he was in the wrong. A small laugh escaped him as he processed it. 

“What made you realise that?” 

“Y/N’s face, it reminded me of Mom.” Steve said solemnly. 

Bucky sighed, he remembered the bruises on Sarah’s face and how Steve would come running to him saying how he didn’t know what to do. How when they were barely strong enough they stood up to Steve’s Dad, he remembered Steve pulling the trigger. Long story short, Sarah had lived in a fancy Suburban house with chickens to look after until she passed 2 years ago. 

“Listen, Rumlow won’t be a problem.” Bucky tried to reassure Steve. 

“Is he dead?” Steve asked. 

“No but Y/N shot him in the kneecap and then held the gun to his head threatening to kill him if she ever saw him again, never seen a fucker so scared in my life.” Bucky explained to Steve with a hint of pride in his voice. 

“Your girl did that, wow.” Steve whistled at the thought of it. 

“She’s not my girl.” Yet

“Sure Punk, go see how she’s getting on with Banner then I suggest you all stay here tonight just in case.” Steve said walking away before Bucky could argue. 

Bucky simply shook his head in annoyance and headed to Y/N and Banner. Banner was the on sight Doctor, being in his line of work meant there was a chance of things always ending up with a bullet being somewhere it shouldn’t. Banner had always been a kind man but god help the poor soul who pissed him off. 

Bucky walked into the room, Y/N was sat on the hospital style bed and Banner was sat on the seat next to her making some notes. Y/N now had a gauze of her cheek and a plaster over a scrape on her forehead. Most of the blood had been cleaned away from her arms and face. Her clothes still looked bloody, have to sort that later. 

Y/N’s head turned to Bucky as he walked in the room and a soft smile formed on her face. 

“Ah Barnes, I was just explaining to Y/N here that the swelling should go down with the next few days, for now she can take two of these after some food for the pain.” Banner explained. 

Y/N noted how even his voice was soft, he didn’t look like your typical rough and ready criminal. Maybe she would pick his brains about how he got involved with this another time. Right now she just wanted her son and some sleep. Bucky told her how she would be sleeping here tonight. He had to guide her through the house, she figured that she would have to ask for a map another time. He led her up some stairs and down a corridor until they reached a room. 

Y/N walked it, it was surprisingly homely. Tan carpet along with mustard silk curtains. The big was nearly as big as her whole room back at the house… The house, shit! All of her stuff was still there and she sure as hell couldn’t go back there. 

“Fuck.” She sighed. 

“What is it, Doll?” there was more worry in Bucky’s voice than he was happy to admit. 

“Am I an idiot if I only just now realise that everything I own except for the clothes on my back is still at that house?” She sighed lying on the bed.

As she did she saw the mirror staring back at her.

“ha and even these clothes are bloody and ruined.” She groaned putting her hands in her head. 

Bucky walked over to her and carefully held her hands. Part of him wanted to scold himself for how much he enjoyed holding them. 

“Doll you did the right thing leaving then and there, on top of that you haven’t got to worry about nicknacks you left there, I promise you that here you’re every need will be taken care of.” Bucky spoke softly to her. 

“Yes but how long can I stay here?” There was no hope in her voice. 

“As long as you need.” Bucky reassured her. 

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s eyes. Every word he spoke was so sincere when he talked to her. It was having a constant star in a storm… and yet she still had to ask,

“Why would you do all of this for me?” 

At that moment Bucky couldn’t put it into words, so he decided not to. Instead he leaned forward and caught her lips. He was gentle and held the none bandaged side of her face. After the first few seconds of shock went away Y/N slowly kissed back. It felt so perfect, Y/N had never been kissed like that in her life. It was nothing like the kisses from Brock, they were hard and rough and almost painful. This, this was sweet and soft and caring. When they finally parted Y/N was almost breathless. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Y/N was still gathering her thoughts when nonchalant Bucky got up and walked to the drawer. He pulled out a large t-shirt and handed it to Y/N before walking out of the room. 

It took Y/N a few moments to even realise he’d left. Taking a breath she took off the bloody dress and undergarments and replaced it with the t-shirt. Assuming Bucky had left her alone for the night she began to explore the room. The bed had about a thousand pillows on it and all the ornaments seemed to be made from solid oak. Even when lying on the mattress it felt as if she was sleeping on air. Letting out a content sigh she was about to go to sleep when there was a knock at the door. 

“Hello?” Y/N called out cautiously. 

“It’s me Doll, you dressed?” It was Bucky. 

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and opened the door to see him in his pajamas. Okay now she was confused. She must have clearly shown it on her face. 

“Doll this is my room, why do you think my shirts are in here?” Bucky explained heading to the bed. 

“Oh, right… well let’s head to bed then.” Y/N mumbled trying to hide her worry. 

However it didn’t get past Bucky. 

“Doll what is it?” Bucky’s caring tone was nearly enough to break down all her walls, but

“Just stay on your side of the bed.” She muttered getting into the covers. 

“Doll.” Bucky sighed, he clearly wasn’t going to let it drop. 

“Fine, the last time I shared a bed with a man was when Benny was conceived and at the time I didn’t particularly want to… you know.” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. 

Instead she rolled herself so as not to face Bucky.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, please.” Her voice seemed so weak. 

With that Bucky got out of the bed. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked. 

“From now on your body is your own, nobody can do anything to it without your permission, Y/N.” Bucky spoke to her. 

With that he bid her goodnight. As he left Y/N closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time drifted away to sleep happily. 

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h hewwo i heard something about a tpoh/epithet crossover?? i am Interested 0w0

yeah!! i wanna make one but uhhhh it’s hard to tamp down exactly what i’d wanna do with it

i DO know if i decide on Hero having an epithet, i want it to be the word Hero (because ofc)-- i was thinking her powers could generally just be. surviving impossible odds basically? then again she already has that power on her own akdjgl-- anywayyy whatever Hero’s epithet would be, she’s still, like, six, so it wouldn’t be well-honed at all

i also kind of like the idea of her being a Mundie tho bc like... this six-year-old child is running into the most dangerous situations and somehow coming out of it alive, and meanwhile everyone is like ‘HOW ARE YOU A L I V E ? ?’

I feel like RGB should have an epithet (maybe erasing memories, or essential immortality like in canon? i also found something abt Epitomes where they use the most powerful use of their word when in danger and.... neg HAS to be an epitome in this--)

the other characters would have abilities based on their forms in canon! Melody: Orchestra Dial: Broadcast (maybe?) Julienne: Confectionary Assok: Echo(?)  Time: Sundial (i feel bad just nabbing Zora’s power but. well. y’know--)

so on, so forth!

If we’re using the Arsene Amulet, then Hate’s obv the one trying to get her hands on it-- Maybe RGB is trying to keep the amulet away so She can’t do anything bad with it?

anyway if anyone wants to add on then absolutely do bc i want to hear y’alls thoughts--

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Angel "dials" on hikari's hand and puts it to her ear

She giggled. “Hewwo?”