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starglitterz · 2 years ago

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elysian.

─── THE BEGINNING ; 03.

elysian adjective; relating to or characteristic of paradise

summary: when you lose your job out of the blue, you’re pretty sure this is the end of the road for you. at least until you reconnect with your childhood best friend aether and he offers you your ideal job and a place to stay. the only condition is that his office will be behind the store you’ll be running, and under no circumstances are you permitted to enter. that’s how you begin your new life as a florist, though you’re not sure how to focus on working when aether seems to have too many pretty boys working both for and against him. your fresh start gets a whole lot more interesting when you discover just how many secrets these men are hiding, but somehow you think you’ll still be able find the elysian ending of your dreams.

pairing: various genshin male characters x gn!reader

a/n: this chapter is so long but wahhh finally !!! requests for elysian will officially open after this ! i'm so excited to see what you all come up with omgjkskdjsk :D <3

previous. // elysian masterlist.

"For the last time, I don't know what you're talking about! And no, I'm not saying anything else until I get a lawyer.”

You lean back in your seat defiantly, folding your arms over your chest. Strands of white hair frame the face of the officer opposite you, offset by his red eyes boring into yours and searching for even a hint of deceit in your gaze. When he finds nothing, his stern stare doesn’t change, but he exhales slowly and leaves the room.

The other officer in the room gets up and hands you a glass of water. He has messy gray hair and teal eyes, and because of his simple kindness you think he must be slightly friendlier than the one who was interrogating you. “Hey, can you let me out of here? I haven’t done anything wrong, I swear!” Asking one of the guys who arrested you to set you free is a definite shot in the dark, but you suppose it’s better than nothing. He doesn’t reply, but he quirks an eyebrow and you frantically scan the name on his tag, “...Al-Haitham? Listen, I seriously was just minding my own business when you stopped us. Is it even legal to randomly bring people in?!” Haitham rests against the cabinet in the back of the room and doesn’t answer your question, “Why do you want to be set free?” “Because I want to go home, dumbass. Is that so difficult to understand?” you scowl at him, and somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear a voice saying that it’s probably best if you don’t insult the officer in charge for now, but you choose to ignore it. “No.” He doesn’t elaborate or offer a reaction and you groan.

This has got to be the most idiotic conversation you have ever had, and you once argued with Aether and Lumine for an hour about whether water was wet. And you don’t even have anyone to blame, you and Kaeya were just driving around with him pointing out the sights when an officer pulled you over for a random inspection and decided to bring you over to the station without even an explanation. If you had just shut up and stayed home, by now your apartment would be unpacked and ready, but instead you’re stuck in a dreary room with tiled floors and stained walls.

Just then, the door swings open and the officer who left earlier enters with an indecipherable expression, “You can leave. Haitham, escort them out.” Relief swells in your heart, and you jump off the chair and practically skip out, accompanied by Al-Haitham. In the main lobby of the police station, you notice a tall man with blue hair and matching eyes surveying the area with an aura so intimidating it’s as if he was the owner. A chirpier blonde man scans the room, and when his green eyes land on you, his face breaks out into a huge smile, “Sir Kamisato, Y/N’s here.”

Kamisato? The name rings a bell, and you mentally dig around your brain until it clicks. Wait. Kamisato? As in Kamisato Ayato, the heir to Yashiro, one of the biggest corporations in Teyvat?! And more importantly, why does he seem to know you? The two of them stroll up to you, and the blonde man sticks his hand out to shake yours vigorously, “Hello! I’m Thoma, Kamisato Ayato’s bodyguard, chauffeur, retainer…” Ayato tilts his head, “It’s safe to say he is very multi-talented. And so are you, it seems.” “Pardon?” You’re not sure what he’s insinuating until his smile turns cunning, “Not everyone manages to end up getting interrogated by the Chief Officer Cyno.” You frown, irritation edging your tone, “I think we both know I would prefer that hadn’t happened. How do you even know who I am?” “I’m a friend of Aether’s,” Ayato smiles mysteriously, but before he can elaborate further, the door opens so roughly that it slams against the wall and threatens to break off its hinges as a group of guys stumble in.

“I had advised you against rushing in,” a tall man with a long ponytail sighs, “I’m not sure why you request for advice that you instantly ignore.” “For fun! Or perhaps you don’t know what that means, Zhongli,” a much shorter man with twin braids grins, “Anyway, it’s a good thing that Ragnvindr guy got fired.” “Indeed. He would have locked Y/N up without a second thought,” Zhongli agrees before adding, “But I still believe you should have followed my advice.” “I think that must be Y/N over there!” another man with artfully messy maroon hair and a mole dotting his cheek cuts in before their bickering can start again and points at you. You’re staring blankly at this whole exchange when yet another man with white hair streaked with red steps forward to introduce himself, “Kaedehara Kazuha, at your service. Aether instructed us to bring you back to the florist.”

Now you’re really getting annoyed. “I’ve had quite enough of people claiming to know Aether, thank you very much. I’ll find my own way back.” “Unfortunately, that will not be possible,” a man with brown hair and blue eyes replies, “It’s too dangerous to let you go alone. Aether would be very worried.” “Not to mention he would have our heads!” the short man pipes up, to which the maroon hair knocks him on the top of his head, “Shut up, Venti.” “If Aether’s so worried, why can’t he come get me himself?” you glower, and all of them unconsciously take a step back at the intensity of your death stare.

“Seeing as we were the ones who got Y/N out, perhaps it would be best if we sent her back-” Thoma starts, but is easily shut down by Zhongli, “No. That is not a feasible option considering our clear differences.” The simple sentence seems to hint at something much heavier, and Thoma groans before admitting defeat. “Just let us send you back,” Kazuha pleads, “On a samurai’s honour, you will return safely.” You jut your chin outwards, “That’s not enough. I want to know the truth as well.” “The… truth?” “Yes. I’m 100% certain it’s not normal for me to be interrogated about all the people working at some flower shop in the middle of nowhere.” “Did you say anything?” the maroon headed man’s gaze flicks sharply to yours, and Kazuha swats his arm, “Heizou, even if they did-” “Did you?” Heizou presses on and you give him a dirty look, “No. I’m not an idiot. Or a snake.” “Better than Kaeya, at least,” Venti snickers, and Heizou elbows him, “Kaeya isn’t a snake… he’s just slippery.” But even Heizou’s voice sounds doubtful.

Then he snaps himself out of it, “Regardless, we will be taking you back now. And good job for not saying anything.” Heizou turns around and starts to walk away, flanked by everyone except Kazuha, who at least gives you an apologetic shrug first. You glance at Ayato and Thoma as if seeking assistance, but all you see is an amused smile playing about Ayato’s lips and a tight smile on Thoma’s face. When he catches you looking, Ayato smirks, “Don’t worry. I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other soon. Get home safe.”

With no other choice, you sigh, groan, and roll your eyes in quick succession before hurrying after them. Maybe taking up Aether’s offer wasn’t such a good idea after all.

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After what has to be both the longest and simultaneously most awkward car ride you have ever been in your life (it wasn’t helped by the fact that the driver was the most muscled man you have ever seen, and he wouldn’t shut up the entire time), you finally reach the florist and you’re ready to just crash into bed. But the minute you see Aether silhouetted in the doorway, your fatigue disappears, replaced by a desperate desire to know what’s really going on. From the secretive looks shared between the men in the car and the two guys at the police station, not to mention the fact that their so-called office is situated at the edge of the city, it feels like everyone is in on a secret and you’re purposely being kept out of the loop.

“What the hell is going on, Aether? I trusted you. Why won’t you do the same for me?” That barrage of questions is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you’re close enough to speak to him. It feels like a dam in your mind’s been broken and all your worries about jumping headfirst into a suggestion with so many unknowns combined with your stress from being fired and evicted are flooding out. “Listen, Y/N,” Aether looks pained, and the seriousness of his expression is enough to make you stop in your tracks before you can scold him even more, “I didn’t want to tell you this at first, but now I think it’s best if you know. Would you mind having a seat?”

You pull up a chair and look expectantly at him, “So, what is it?” Aether sits opposite you, seeming as if a million and one things are rushing through his mind at the speed of a bullet train, “You remember my sister, don’t you?” “Yeah, Lumine. Of course I do,” you don’t understand where he’s going with this. Obviously you remember his sister; the three of you were inseparable in university, but the two of them had always been joined at the hip, closer than any other siblings you had seen before. You often wondered just how much the two of them had been through that bound them so close together. But as uni friends often do, you all had fallen out of contact, your rare interactions stemming from mere posts on social media, and even that had trickled to an end eventually. “Right. Well, she’s gone missing,” Aether can’t meet your eyes when he admits it. “What?!” it takes you a few seconds to process, “What do you mean?” “Gone without a trace. Not even a text,” he sounds clinical, detached from the story as if he’s gone over this many times in the past.

“But… what happened? Lumine wouldn’t just up and leave like that.” “I’m not sure if you remember, but Lumi was always into journalism. She was always busy looking for ‘the next big scoop’, and she had special obsession with politics. She liked exploring, poking around in places she shouldn’t be, and…” here his voice breaks slightly, but he forces himself to continue, “I think that she saw something she wasn’t supposed to, and they took her away.” “Who did?” “The government; the Abyss Order. Or maybe the Fatui.” You shudder at the mention of the government’s special operations service; they’ve been rumoured to have murdered hundreds, if not thousands, of people globally without hesitation nor remorse – they acted purely according to instruction.

“What does that have to do with this place? Or me?” While you’re reeling from the impact of what he’s just accused the Abyss Order of, you still want to know how this correlates to your current situation. “Well, I obviously wanted to get her back. So I started searching around, hunting for information, that kind of thing. And I found out that Lumine wasn’t the only potential victim. There were people disappearing all the time, I’d see their families posting about it online. But I didn’t want to stop at just a cry for help on some random internet forum - I wanted to go further. I wanted to find Lumine and punish those who had unjustly taken her.” Your mouth feels dry, and you’re not sure how much you want to hear what comes next, but you know it’s something that you have to listen to.

“I found a bunch of people with similar mindsets who had the same thing happen to them, and we…” his voice trails off, but he keeps going, “We started what could be called a support group at best… but a gang at worst. And we don’t do anything bad, I promise. We just keep our ears to the ground and find out things we aren’t supposed to know, and Y/N, you won’t believe how deep this corruption runs within the system.” “So, essentially you invited me here, knowing how badly I needed a job and a place to stay, just to work as a cover for a gang,” your throat feels tight, and your heart is threatening to shatter, “Y’know, for a second there, I really thought you genuinely cared.” You move to leave, but Aether stands in your path, “But I do! I didn’t mean to involve you in this business at all, you were just supposed to live your dream and run a peaceful flower shop and stay in the apartment upstairs. You weren’t supposed to find out about any of this.” Your gaze softens – you’ve known Aether long enough to know when he’s lying and when he’s telling the truth, and you recognise that he honestly wanted to keep you in the dark about the whole thing.

“But now that I do know, what are you going to do?” “Nothing,” Aether states, a mask of calmness slipping into place, “What happens next is up to you.” “What?” “You can either go to the police and tell them everything I just told you,” he begins, “Or you can stay with us, and work, as you put it, as a cover for a gang.” You fall silent, the protests bubbling up on your lips dying in seconds as you do your best to observe the circumstances rationally and figure out what to do next. But deep down, you already know what you’re going to choose. Perhaps your decision was decided for you the second you met Aether in that coffee shop. You don’t even listen to how he’s explaining, “-if anything happens, you can claim plausible deniability-” before you say, “I’m staying. I can’t leave you now.” “Really?” Aether’s in disbelief, but he manages a grin when you nod, “I’ll be your spy florist.”

And that’s the story of how you ended up as a florist for a gang. It wasn’t that great of a job, but the people you got to interact with daily made things much better, and if anything, that’s where the real story starts – within the elysian new life you carved out for yourself.

#💫 — elysian !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin writing #genshin angst

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direwombat · 10 months ago

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I'm intrigued by this FC5: daddy la roux lives au you have. It got me hooked when I read the first snippet of it. Do you perhaps have another snippet you could spare?

wahhh i'm so glad you like it! it really does make me happy that there's someone out there interested in the fic that is entirely catered to my own tastes (moreso than all the other ones f;lafjkd)

but yes, the daddy la roux lives au is what it says on the tin. wherein daddy la roux went to prison after murdering his wife but (for plot reasons) was released and found his way to hope county and worm his way back into syb's life (against her will). also he's part of the cult. they're protecting him from the law because he 100% broke parole to find his kids. daddy la roux was, is, and will always be a bit of a con-man.

here's some stuff from the very first scene!

“You got ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t call your parole officer,” Sybille seethes to the man sitting at her baby brother’s kitchen table as if he fucking belonged there. “Actually, no,” she amends, “You got ten seconds to convince me as to why I shouldn’t take you out back and shoot you.”

When Augustine had informed her that he invited someone for dinner, she assumed it was a date. It was why she’d asked if he wanted her out of the house for the night. She’d thought his insistence to the contrary odd, but if her little brother wanted her to meet his partner, then who is she to deny her potential new family.

Instead she was met with the singular blood stain she’s never been able to scrub clean.

“Well, I’d say that shootin’ an unarmed man is probably a good way to lose your badge, Billie,” Daddy shrugs, lifting a glass of water to his mouth.

“It ain’t if you’re trespassing’,” she grumbles, folding her arms across her chest. Her lips curl into a disdainful sneer. “The hell you doin’ here?”

“I invited him, Syb,” Augustine says, shooting her a pleading look.

“Syb?” Daddy repeats incredulously. His face scrunches in distaste. “That really what you goin’ by?”

“I go by Sybille,” she says evenly, “The name my mama gave me.”

and then a little aside in the kitchen that syb has with augustine in the same scene

“I ain’t breakin’ bread with that man,” she says firmly. “He says he’s changed,” Augustine counters. “Like a snake sheddin’ its skin!” “He’s sober!” her brother exclaims. “He’s found God! He was released on good behavior! What more do you want from him?” I want my mama back! threatens to leap off the tip of her tongue, and she barely manages to contain it. Her hands flex, balling so tight that her fingernails dig into the soft flesh of her palms. The bite of pain is just enough to rein her in and she takes a deep, steadying breath. “Y’ain’t know’im like I do, Augustine,” she says patiently. “I dunno what lies he’s been feedin’ ya, but that man ain’t got a truthful bone in his body. Whatever he’s up to, it ain’t good.”

#my fic #daddy la roux lives au

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kariflop · 9 months ago

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Lawrence Hazuki × Luciano

Lurence

#shortstory #fluff #bl #arcade #ocs

"These are claw machines, right?" Lawrence questioned, pointing at the glass window. "Yeah! Me and my siblings would play it, but we wouldn't be able to win any of them." Luciano told, placing his head on Lawrence's shoulder.

"Wouldn't that be a waste of money?" "Kinda, but it depends on your skill and luck too!"

"Say, why don't you try it out?" Luciano suggested, intertwining his hands with Lawrence. "I'm not sure if I want to gamble my money for it..." He hesitates, his eyebrows furrowed and lips sucked in at the motionless plushies. _I really want that penguin.._

"If you don't wanna try it, then I'll do it!" Luciano volunteered, patting on his shoulder and shifted towards the token machine. "What are you aiming for?" "That penguin!"

Luciano came back with the tokens, ducked down and pushed the token inside the gap. An 8bit tune played and Luciano had sprang back up. Lawrence observed the claw sliding to the back, then latching onto the penguin's head. The penguin's face wrinkled and as the claw slid back, it had fell onto the edge of the hole.

Lawrence looked at Luciano's reaction: he was just glaring. Lawrence quickly hid his face as he felt his lip was creeping upwards.

The second attempt; the penguin had bounced away.

The third attempt; it had plopped in a shallow hole.

And the fourth; it wouldn't pull out.

"A-aha.." Lawrence chuckled in guilt. Luciano had both his palms cupped on his face, staring back at the penguin. _I can't help but laugh.. if the penguin wasn't so cute it'd be a whole different case..._

"Zukii...~ Can't you help me..?" Luciano pleaded as he hung himself onto Lawrence. "If it makes you happy, I'll try.."

Luciano's head perked up.

"But don't be upset if I fail."

"I won't!"

Lawrence pushed the token inside and began pulling the control. He looked at the penguin stuck between and pushed down the button.

It twirled as it reached to the penguin's head. It had gripped onto it as it went back up and dropped the penguin into the hole.

"Wha—t?!" Luciano gasped. "Don't lie to me! Have you been practicing?!" "I-I really haven't.." Lawrence slightly grinned. "Wahhh, I could've saved all of the cash before!" He whined and rattled him.

"Calm down.."

Lawrence collected the penguin out as he turned his back.

"Wait! I still want that chick!" Luciano yelped. "Huh?" Lawrence let out, examining the crowds. "*This* one!" Luciano hurled, pulling Lawrence back. _Oh.._

"Does this mean.." Lawrence trailed off, looking at Luciano for confirmation. "Yep, play it again."

The claw raised the chick as it dropped into the hole. Luciano squealed as he quickly snatched the chick. Both of the men extended their hands to eachother; "Here, this is for you." Both of them said.

"Eh?" Luciano said.

"I thought you wanted this?" Lawrence spoke out the disconnected words. "I.. heard your thoughts, you said you wanted the penguin!"

"Ah.. but..." _How do I say this?_ "I wanted it... maybe because.." Lawrence slurred his words. Luciano was nodding as he continued. "People would describe me a penguin, and maybe..."

"I, just wanted to give it..."

_Because maybe you would think of me everytime you see it.._Luciano felt his chest burn, pulling his lips to avoid curving. "Sorry, I wanted to say—"

"I heard you alright! Thank you sooo much! I wanted to give you this chick as a gift too!"

"Oh— Thank you." Lawrence spoke. Luciano could see his face fade tint red. _What a cutie._ "Pfft—" "What?" "You look like you're holding your baby!" "I-I do?"

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piracytheorist · 6 months ago

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AAAAAAHHHH IT'S HERE!!

Okay LOTS of thoughts :D

This might be small, but it's so great to see the waiter is still so worried and stressed, it's connecting it from the previous part and it's so great.

Twilight just adds the "it's too close to home" even though he delivered his coded message already- he's already worried about his family!

I also like the broken glass on the outside of the salon. It's only a sign of the mess that impostor Twilight left! He really went all out in there! The covered body of the rookie especially is so haunting 😨

But also how Twilight seems to focus on the body in the bottom panel :( he's not supposed to get attached but just knowing that this young man was killed in such a cruel manner, all for trying to help :(

And then when the other spy picks up the gun Twilight tries to protect Handler ;_; like, not even to protect himself, it's just so 😭 I LOVE the transition from present to flashback, how it changes to a black background and we're just treated to the impostor's beaming face after he's killed the rookie and beaten the others up! It feels so wrong but in such a perfect way... especially when added with his face as he talks about getting betrayed, he's still smiling but there's such a darkness in his look.

I think you can always see when the artist enjoys whump, even when it's not for their favourite whumpee. There's such careful detail on the other spy's wounds and state like, the expression, the blood trails… exquisite job 😙 👌

I am SO 👀👀 at the panel of the darkness clawing away at impostor Twilight. It's really, really good!

And damn he's so nonchalant about getting shot 😨 and I feel a little bad for the other spy, ngl. No wonder he was in such a shock when real Twilight and Handler entered, this man saw the impostor get shot in the chest then get back up with a "Look how you ruined my favourite jacket!" The beaming smile again! He's done all that, he got shot, then he smiles like "Oh gotta go home and cook :D" I can't wait to see the rest!

And I love how he talks about real Twilight. He's so bitter about him 👀👀 I like to connect it with the intro pages, it looks like he's jealous of what real Twilight has and he wants it for himself...

I love the difference between how impostor Twilight just drops the paper in front of the other spy, so indifferent and uncaring, and then in the present the other spy gives it to real Twilight normally. Idk I just like the presentation.

Wahhh poor boy is already worried ;_;

"Someone will cry" hhhhnnnngggg the BASTARD

I've gotta tell you that the face he makes when he says how his family didn't ask for this will be haunting me for a good while. He's not supposed to care for them but he knows they're innocent civilians who were dragged into this by him making them assets to the mission... and in truth he cares for them. A lot 😭😭 and he has no idea what he's dealing with D:

I also love seeing caring and worrying Sylvia, cause she also understands his wish to protect them and can't really hold him back from going home.

and the anxiety-o-meter agfdhgjfdgsghd

So yeah. Awesome cliffhanger, very emotional beats, and cool action :D

[DOPPELGÄNGER] - Chapter 1 - Part 2

<<< Part 1

<<< Read from the start

#Spy x Family #sxf fanart #sxf comic

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sscoutregimentss · 3 years ago

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

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ibuki-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Hello Mod Ibuki! Huhu I really did cry when I read "Killed for a Hopeful Future" :(( Poor bagel had to go through that. So, if you're alright with it, could you write an alternate ending where Nagito and S/O wake up from their pods and really do spend their future together :'))? Jzgszb the tears ain't gonna stop flowing without fluff--

Have a nice day btw <33! I absolutely love your writing! Could I be Avocado anon :0?

Killed for a Hopeful Future [Part 2] (Nagito x Reader)

Warnings: None

Mod Ibuki: I'm sorry I made you cry wahhh!! Thank you for the compliments! And of course! Heya avocado anon! Hope you have a nice day!

This was also written with @call-me-ko !

Nagito looked up, his greenish grey eyes opening slightly. Green semi-clear glass was the only thing in his peripheral vision. Confused thoughts filled his mind as he reached his unnaturally pale hands towards the glass pushing it open slightly.

Fresh air engulfed him as he opened the green tinted glass that kept him contained in the coffin shaped pod. He slowly sat up, keeping his guard up.

‘Where am I?’ Nagito thought. He looked around, taking note of his surroundings.

“Nagito!” A voice called. Nagito whipped his head around. A figure ran towards him, a smile adoring their features.

‘Y/N…’ Nagito nearly jumped out of the pod, rushing towards them.

Y/N ran into his arms, nearly tackling him in a hug. Nagito smiled brightly, picking them up and twirling them around for a moment. Nagito set them down and rested his forehead against theirs, pressing a soft kiss to their nose as he did so.

“Angel, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” Nagito breathed out, tightening his grip on their waist. Y/N giggled and pressed their forehead impossibly further into his, causing Nagito to let out a giggle of his own.

“I’m just as happy, Nagi.” Y/N sighed happily. Nagito smiled and tilted his face, hovering his lips over theirs, silently asking for consent. Y/N leaned up and connected their lips in response, slowly wrapping their arms around his neck.

Y/N pulled back for a brief moment, only to lean back and kiss him again, except this time it was much shorter.

Nagito let out a content sigh. “I love you, so much.” He said softly. Y/N grinned and kissed his nose. “I love you too, bub.”

Y/N turned their head, noticing other pods opening. Hajime was the first one out, then Kazuichi. The others were soon to follow.

Hajime looked over at the two and gave a comforting smile and wave. Nagito waved back and returned his smile, Y/N doing the same.

“Looks like everyone is waking up.” Y/N pointed out. Nagito frowned for a brief moment, remembering what had happened. The murder, the breakdown, the videos, everything. Y/N noticed and furrowed their eyebrows.

“Nagito?” They asked. He hummed in response. “Why that reaction?” Y/N asked. Nagito looked down at his lover and sighed.

“When you died, I did some bad things.” He mumbled guiltily. Nagito looked up at some of their friends, noticing even they looked a little scared of him. Y/N followed his gaze and noticed their facial expressions.

“What did you do?” Y/N asked softly. Nagito closed his eyes. He really didn’t want to tell them. He thought it would drive them away, hell maybe even make them scared of him.

“I killed Nekomaru so I would get executed.” Nagito mumbled again. Y/N looked across the room at Nekomaru. He was also looking at Nagito, but not a look of fear or anger. He smiled at the two and gave them a big thumbs up.

“Nagito!” Nekomaru boomed. Nagito’s head snapped up. He met Nekomaru’s stare. Nekomaru smiled again.

“I would’ve done the same thing for Akane, I don’t blame you for losin’ your shit, alright!?” Nekomaru admitted, an encouraging smile still plastered on his face. Nagito let out a sigh of relief, mouthing a thank you to him, to which he responded with another thumbs up.

Y/N softly grabbed Nagito’s chin and titled his face so he could look at them. “You realize that still doesn’t make it right, right?” Nagito gulped, nodding vigorously.

Y/N reached up and gently slapped the back on his head, earning a surprised yelp from him. They did it two more times, Nagito contemplating whether he should laugh or not.

“Bad Nagito, bad.” Y/N reprimanded. Nagito raised his hands in defeat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know, it was wrong.” Y/N paused for a moment. They reached behind his head and slapped one more time.

“I said I was sorry!” Nagito giggled out. “Doesn’t matter! You deserved that!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh of their own following.

Y/N wrapped their warm arms around their partner and pulled him closer to them once again. Nagito rested his head in the crook of Y/N’s neck, breathing in their familiar scent.

”I'm so glad that I got to see you again… I thought I would never get to hold you in my arms, love.”

Nagito chuckled the same laugh that Y/n loved so much as he lifted his head up and softly kissed Y/N’s forehead, earning a loving smile in return.

“Well aren't you guys love birds! I wish Miss Sonia was like that to me…” A certain pink haired mechanic sulked as his eyes switched from the loving couple to the blonde princess that clung to the Ultimate Breeder.

Y/N giggled and pressed their forehead against Nagito’s, a smile adoring their features.

“I love you…” Y/N whispered. Nagito let a small smile of his own pass through his lips. “I love you too, angel.”

“Jeez, I still can't believe that happened years ago…” An older version of Y/N laughed. Their arms and legs were tangled up with their fiance’s.

“We’ve changed so much haven’t we...“ Nagito mumbled into the top of his future spouse’s head, but quickly removed his head to look into Y/N’s eyes.

“Yeah love, we really have.” Y/N whispered. They looked at the clock on their nightstand. “We should probably go to sleep. It's late, and we don't wanna wake our daughter up.” Y/N mentioned, closing their eyes and smushing their face into Nagito’s chest. Nagito hummed in agreement.

“Hey, Y/N?” Nagito mumbled. "Yes?" Y/N responded, muffled by his chest.

“We should go to the park tomorrow.” Nagito suggested. Y/N giggled and nodded. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“Goodnight, angel.” Nagito said sleepily, placing a soft kiss on their head. “Goodnight, Nagi.” The pair slowly drifted off to sleep, happily in each other’s arms.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 #mod ibuki writes!

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sujusins · 4 years ago

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5 stars - Donghae (fluff)

You stand in the kitchen of your apartment stirring a pot of soup on the stove. You happily dance on the spot while listening to your favourite songs coming out of the bluetooth speaker on the counter.

Your boyfriend Donghae had phoned you a couple of hours ago saying that he had to stay at work quite late today and that it has been a hard day. You would try anything to cheer up your loving and sweet boyfriend so you decided to try and cook him something special for when he gets home. You knew that he loved to eat seaweed soup so you figured this was an ample opportunity to try and make it for him. After searching up a couple recipes you got the gist of what to do. You headed straight to the supermarket to purchase the necessary ingredients and made a start after returning home.

Dipping a spoon into the pot you put it in your mouth to taste your creation. Hmmm, not quite right. You toss in a couple more spices and mix them in. Tasting it again you notice a slight improvement but still feel like there is something missing. Ah, the garlic! You find the garlic cloves and chop them up before adding them into the soup. After a couple minutes of stirring you taste once more and are taken by surprise as it’s actually quite good.

You leave the soup to simmer and you try and tidy up the place. It’s not that bad but you wouldn’t want Donghae to come home and for there to be mess everywhere. Knowing him he’d try and do chores even after having had a gruelling day at work. You just want him to put his feet up and let you take care of him.

You happily sweep the floor and remove the clutter before setting the table. Wanting to make the place look warm and inviting you dim the lights and place a couple candles in the centre of the table.

A few moments later you hear the sound of the front door opening and shutting. You turn around to see your gorgeous boyfriend. He removes his coat and hangs it up on the rack. You can tell from his posture and eyes that he is tired but he gives you a warm smile and gives you a hug as he greets you. “Wahhh, it smells so good in here. Have you been cooking?” He says as he releases you from his embrace. “Yes, I made you some soup. I hope you think it tastes as good as it smells.” you admit. “I’m sure it will” he says with a big smile.

He walks over to look at the pot. “Babe, this looks amazing. You didn’t have to do all this. We could’ve just ordered some takeaway food” he says looking guilty. “It’s no problem. I wanted to make you something special. I know you mentioned how much you love seaweed soup. I’ve never made it before but I wanted to try for you because I love you so much. I know you’ve had a tough day and I wanted to make you something nutritious and-“ you stop rambling as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Donghae cups the sides of your face with his hands and gives you that beautiful smile that makes your heart melt. “Thank you, my love” he says sincerely.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Donghae reappears and takes a seat at the table where you’d already placed a glass of water for him and some cutlery. You place a bowl of the fresh soup in front of him and one for yourself as you sit across from him. Feeling anxious about his reaction your fingers slide up and down your thighs. He puts a generous spoonful into his mouth and makes a sound of delight, making you secretly sigh in relief. “Mmmmh, woahhh. It’s seriously delicious” he says and you beam from across the table. He eats another spoonful as you try some yourself. “Really, it’s so good. 5 stars” he jokes giving you a thumbs up. You just laugh and say “I’m so glad you like it.”

Shortly after enjoying your meal you head to bed since it’s late in the night. You snuggle close to your boyfriend under the covers. He holds you close to his chest and strokes your hair, thinking he’s the luckiest man alive for having such a beautiful and caring girlfriend.

#donghae #super junior reactions #super junior #suju #super junior fluff #super junior imagines #Donghae fluff #Donghae imagine #super junior scenarios #suju fluff #super junior imagine

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months ago

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look who i found at pride wtf ……. 🤨🤨🤨🤨

HEHEHE I’M SOOOO HAPPY U LIKED THE CONCEPT + THAT IT WAS SIMILAR TO WHAT U WERE IMAGINING the arimickey hivemind lives on…. TAKEDA PLS I WAS LITERALLY PICTURING HIM BUT W BLONDE HAIR PHDHDH he’s perfect for the role he’s the teacher of all time… :3 i forgot to mention it in my ask but OBV professor!reader is a little glasses wearer!!! i’m glad we all agree ANDD I’M SO GLAD TO KNOW WE’RE BOTH GLASSES ENJOYERS i think ppl who wear glasses should get paid every month just for existing and being as pretty as they are idk .. just a thought……

BUT WAHHH MICKEY WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DISCUSS I’M SHAKING IN MY SEAT 😵‍💫😵‍💫 first of all…. the idea of toji getting a crush first is SO cute that’s what we’re going with actually. all ur words are Canon to me. I THINK IT’S SUCHHH A CUTE IDEA mr buff guy ladies man toji realizes that he does in fact like Men………. i think he would very much be in denial but at some point he just accepts it. the idea of him asking another queer guy for advice is so sweet to me too (MORE ON THAT LATER i’m sure u can guess which queer guy i’m thinking abt though…. our one and only…..)

BUT WAHHH MICKEY :((((( literally all ur thoughts made me jump in my seat i’m so excited I LOVE UR READERS ALWAYS like this description……

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

HE’S THE COZIEST GUY EVER I NEED TO KISS HIS FOREHEAD being nervous over the tie 😭😭😭😭…. HE’S SO REALLLL i just know he checks himself out before heading to work every morning…. makes sure his hair is all fluffed up….. gives the mirror a tiny smile to start the day off right………. i Need him as my professor actually. i just know he’s such a sweetheart n treats his students so kindly :(( the kinda prof nobody could ever hate bc he’s so passionate and so silly and cute…. AND THE OVERSIZED SCARF PLSSS toji just gets this warm feeling in his chest as he watches him come into view… giant ass scarf wrapped snugly around his neck….. WHAT COLOUR BTW i’m thinking either a dark green or a BRIGHT orange he’s that kinda guy… i love him actually i don’t think i’ll ever be normal abt ur readers mickey 😞😞😞

AND AND ANDDDD THE SLEEPY DESK SCENARIO that makes it sound like the desk is sleepy and not . the prof. BUT U KNOW WHAT I MEAN wahhhh toji getting all soft 🥺🥺🥺 and then running away LMAOO THAT’S SO CANON he feels an ounce of affection and just FREAKS out…… a big ol awkward teddy bear <333 i do think toji is a morosexual ok i’ll be the first to say it. prof!reader trips on his own shoelaces + faceplants into the grass + spills his coffee all over his nice shirt and toji is just like SIGHHH i like him so fucking much…. smiles all softly to himself like wowwww that guy is clumsy… clumsy little idiot…. who trips on their own fucking shoelaces…….. <- but he’s literally sighing dreamily and twirling his hair :// he has a thing for silly dumbasses ok i firmly believe mamagumi was like that too!!! is this the face of someone w braincells…. no absolutely not she was a golden retriever gf <33

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile.

AND THIS????????????????? sorry i had to just copy paste bc it’s so perfect I’M LOSING ITTTTTT MCIKEY :((( THEY’RE THE CUTESTTTT MY DADS I THINK? MY FATHERS??? MAY I BE ADOPTED?????? but no honestly this is THEEEE cutest thing ever i’m so…. T—T toji fixing the chair…. teasing reader……. reader giving him a little treat and toji getting all blushy… sighhhh they’re in Love … i need a whole shoujo manga abt them asap we need to Make it mickey. this’ll sell i just KNOW it…… this has the softest cutest most comforting romcom vibes i can alr feel it healing me.

OH AND AS FOR LIKE … who would make the first move …….. i think i agree that toji would. mostly bc poor prof is convinced that he’s straight 😭 so after toji has done a LOT of reflecting i think he kinda… broaches the subject.:::. really carefully……. but prof is so oblivious and doesn’t realize he’s getting hit on which . ironically would be good i think… idk i just feel like toji would eventually run out of patience and just cup his face all annoyed and blushy and confess…. very gruffly….. ”i like you, dumbass.” <- smth very straight to the point like that …. and reader fucking explodes . tragic 😔😔 but real.

but ok before we go further (and i Forget) OFCCCC U CAN USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE MICKEY U NEVER NEED TO ASK WE SHARE A BRAIN OK THIS CONCEPT IS URS…. U OWN IT I’M SO SERIOUS I WOULD BE HONOURED <33333 it’s our child i think.. we’re taking this marriage one step further…… NO BUT ACTUALLY GO WILD these two belong to u i’m SO excited to see how u write them!!!! i just know i’m gonna explode when that drabble drops….. ure gonna be the death of me….. T—T

WITH THAT BEING SAIDDDD i did….. think of smth after sending this ask……. would love to know ur thoughts i’m just spitballing i’m the loyal employee and ure the ceo ok !! BUT BUT :33 i was thinking of why toji would be at this uni specifically….. and then i was like. what if MEGUMI goes there….. maybe not at that exact institution or whatever but like. he goes to that uni and toji knows that he does…. and maybe he wanted to work there so he could check up on him every now and then?? :(( from afar!! i do picture this as a no curses au i think……. but still canon-aligned in that toji married mamagumi, had gumi, fell into a spiral of depression after she died and worked for very shady people for a while…. and gumi was eventually taken in by Someone (coughcoughcough) and hasn’t seen toji since he was a baby. maybe it’s a lil too angsty for this au but i think it could be a sweet sideplot to the romance….. toji kinda wants to reconnect w him but doesn’t know how to go abt it. maybe prof!reader would give him advice? :’3

OK BUT THAT ASIDE (and this part is Canon to me)…… obviously we HAVE to drag gojo into this somehow. i’m thinking he’s also a professor at the uni and like … the Favorite. the coolest silliest of them all. interacts w everyone and is 100% friends w prof!reader which is how he comes to know toji too!!! just imagine the two of them having a cute lil convo and BAM suddenly our resident freak is there…. slinging an arm over reader’s shoulder (toji visibly twitches) and greeting them both in a cheery voice……….. before rushing away to get some printouts he forgot to give his students <33

aside from being silly and cute and funny and perfect i’m thinking gojo has two roles in this au!! 1) making toji jealous…… 😳😳 and 2) being the resident queer man who helps toji work out his own feelings. i just think he would be the wingman of all time like maybe he notices the shy glances and blushes and he’s like :333 i’m gonna have to intervene. so he’s a lil more touchy w reader than usual….. and he KNOWSSS it drives toji a little crazy and makes him really confused and frustrated and he just delights in it. BUT ALSO i think that when toji eventually has his gay crisis he ends up talking to gojo somehow….. just two bi guys having a chat yk…….. gojo would obviously be wayyy more open w his sexuality (what do we think abt canon stsg for this au 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re both profs and toru is famously gross w pda) (it’s ruining suguru’s reputation) (he secretly really likes it)…. so toji just kinda.. nervously asks him abt it….. how he had his awakening and stuff……. (gojo tells him it was angemon and toji promptly leaves <33)

anyway sorry for dragging him into the narrative in my defense one of us would’ve done it eventually 😔😔 i fear there’s no hope for us.

THIS GOT LONG ? SUDDENLY?? MYSTERIOUSLY????? i’m in love w this au and them and u and ur beautiful brain and toji’s tits WHO SAID THAT … it’s really late i feel kinda delirious …… BUT I AM KISSING U SO SWEETLY i hope u have the silkiest softest dreams <33333 and that ur pillow is nice and cold and that ur bed is warm and that u wake up to sunlight streaming in through the windows <33333 MWAH one big kiss for mickey!!!

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

#ALSOOO…. thank YOU for indulging me and feeding me thoughts and concepts all the time u r giving my body the nutrients it needs <33 #bi!toji saved my life he’s my role model and prof!reader is the most Little Guy Ever #my daddy issues are showing i think i keep going from ”i Need them” to ”i need them to adopt me” 💔💔💔💔💔#THEY’RE JUST SO GOODDDD T—T #btw are u proud of the pride parade image i edited it myself <333 my creative Passion <3333 #PHDIFJDU ……. doesn’t it look completely fucking insane out of context 😭😭😭 I HOPE IT MADE U GIGGLE!!#i literally cried whyyyyy do they look kinda good together actually……#the height difference 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#ok that’s enough tumblr for today i think now i’m gonna go to sleep #ILY MICKEY I APPRECIATE U there’s no one else i’d rather brainrot with <33 mwah mwah mwah !!!#janitor!toji is my icon i need to Be him ….#mickey !! ✩

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kodzumie-archived · 4 years ago

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It’s Soft Byakuya time because I need ✨fictional comfort✨

I feel no I KNOW this fucker is touch starved to hell, so when he finally gets ~comfy~ with his S/O he’ll cling onto them and they’ll never be able to get him off of them (although why would you want that). He’ll still do his usual“ew affection get away” if you’re in public but when the second the two of you are alone he will attach himself to you like an adorable parasite. If you’re working at your desk he’ll just walk in, spin your chair, plop his 185cm ass on your lap facing you, turning the chair back around, and telling you to “focus on your work”. If you’re reading a book or scrolling on your phone in bed no you’re not, because Byakuya requires your chest to lay his head on but, you can’t be mad cause messy hair, no glasses, sleepy Byakuya is 1 of the 7 wonders of the world. He LOVES it when his S/O runs their fingers through his hair lightly scratching his scalp, it helps calm him. SUB BYAKUYA SUB BYAKUYA SUB BYAKUYA SUB-Softly dominating him with gentle touches and genuine praise, telling him that they’re so proud of him for opening up and trusting them enough to be ~intimate~ with them. Prefers soft kisses and make outs but definitely doesn’t mind if you get a lil rough not too much though. If you leave lovebites on him he’ll pretend to be upset about it but he actually really likes it, and will look at them with fondness when he catches a glimpse of them. Now you didn’t hear this from me but Byakuya likes to be overstimulated (to a certain degree like he won’t let you continue if he thinks he’ll faint) and wouldn’t mind if candle wax ‘accidentally’ got on his chest (or icecubes that fell out of your cup). After sex cuddles and reassurance is an absolute necessity for him, as well as washing up with him. The morning after is probably his favorite, waking up in your arms both of you naked from the night before, it gives him all the skinship he could want and may lead to something more ;)

Wow I went on longer than I thought, but what can you do when brain goes brr.

OKAY WAIT I LOVE THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE, WAHHH..!!

TOUCH-STARVED, SUB BYAKUYA IS A CONCEPT I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED SO BADLY BUT..!! THIS BRAINROT IS GIVING ME LIFE.

The part where he just plops down on your lap is adorable, gahh..!!

bUT ‘YA WANNA KNOW WHAT STOLE MY HEART?! THE PART WHEN HE’S GOT MESSY HAIR AND LAYS ON YOUR CHEST. THAT’S SUCH AN ADORABLE AND PRECIOUS IMAGERY, WAAHH—!!

I ADORE THIS ENTIRE ASK, IT’S LITERALLY SO WHOLESOME!! AAHH..!! SOFT BYAKUYA HOURS, YES YES YES YES!!

Gahh, also the waxplay with Byakuya would be sO HOT!! AND TEMPERATURE PLAY TOO, AAHH!!

Though overstimming him does sound veeery nice right about now, y’know? ;)

AAAHH, I ADORE SUBBY BYAKUYA!! HE’S SUCH AN INTRUIGING AND CUTE SUB BUT ALSO REALLY, REEEAAALLY HOT!!

I LOVE YOUR MIND!!

#kodzu.asks!#kodzu’s.loves!

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kiseki-no-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Omg this is such a cute request!! No worries anon, I understand you perfectly!

This will be separated into two parts, so part one will feature Rakuzan, Shutoku, and Kaijo.

Puppy Love! Part 1: Rakuzan, Shutoku, and Kaijo

Rakuzan

Mibuchi shivers, wrapping his arms around his body. “…I feel like someone’s watching us.” he states, before eyeing Mayuzumi suspiciously.

“I’m not. You’re not my type.” Mayuzumi’s deadpan answer earns a snort from Nebuya.

“You afraid of ghosts or something, Reo?” Nebuya teases, laughing when the black haired basketball player humphs angrily, hands on his hips.

“I’m not scared of ghosts!”

“Reo-nee, ghosts are scary though!” Hayama shivers. “What if it’s a vengeful ghost that died in this gym or something years ago?!”

“They say if it knows your name, it’ll kill you.”

“Chi-chan??? Where’d you hear that?!” Mibuchi yelps, hands pressed to his chest. “No one say my name out loud!!”

“Mibuchi Reo.” Mayuzumi snaps, ignoring Mibuchi’s pained cry. “I read it in one of my light novels.”

“Arf.”

“WAHHH!!!” Mibuchi screams, and Hayama manages to leap out of the way at the last minute before Mibuchi completely crashes into the shorter male.

“Reo-nee, what on earth…” Hayama laughs, before noticing the new arrival at the entrance of the gym. “Is that…a dog?”

“Arf.” The dog replies with a bark. It was hard to explain, but the dog appeared to be calmly appraising the scene, sitting back on its haunches.

“Woah, look at its eyes!” Nebuya raced forward, peering down at the dog. “It’s got a red eye and a yellow one!”

The others all observed the dog, finally noticing the mismatched, heterochromatic orbs.

“…It reminds me of Akashi.” Mayuzumi finally murmurs.

“Woah, he really does!!” Hayama agreed. There was something rather majestic in the way that the white german shepard carried itself.

“Comparing me to a dog now, are you?”

“Eek…” The members all froze as they heard their captain approaching them from behind. “But it’s cute, Sei-chan!”

“I recall leaving you all to your training.” Akashi’s eyes flash briefly as he meets Mibuchi’s gaze. “I expected Eikichi, Reo, and Hayama to be up to these ridiculous things…but you as well, Chihiro?”

“…”

“Hm. Get back to training, unless you’d like to stay for an extra set.”

The threat is powerful enough for the members to quickly return to their practice, while Akashi remains, looking over his team.

“You there.” Akashi’s eyes flicker downwards, meeting the heterochromatic eyes of the dog sitting in front of him. “I expect you to behave as well, if you wish to stay.”

“…Arf.”

Shutoku

“Shin-chan, over here!!”

“Woah, good hit Shin-chan!”

Midorima could feel his frustration growing as he shot the basketball in his hand, tsking at it glanced off the side of the rim before making it through the basket. “Must you guys continue calling it by that ridiculous name?”

“He likes it though!” Takao replied, holding up the dark haired puppy in his hands. “His eyes are sooooo cute!!”

It was by chance that the Shutoku members had discovered the dark haired puppy lingering outside the gym. It was even more interesting when they watched the puppy blink, eyes as green as Midorima’s hair. And thus…

“We’ll call you Shin-chan!!!” Takao had declared, and the other Shutoku members only found the situation amusing. Well, everyone but the puppy’s name sake, of course.

“Everyone seems a bit more excited.” Otsubo comments, watching his team clamoring for the puppy’s attention. “It’s a morale booster. So, please put up with it.”

“Huh? Where ya going Shin-chan?” Takao questioned as the puppy wiggled out of his hold, jumping onto the ground.

“Arrrrf.”

“What.” Midorima glared, staring down the puppy that had walked up to him, sitting at his feet.

“Arrf. Arrf.” The puppy seemed to chastise him, causing Midorima to bristle with annoyance. “I refuse to acknowledge you.” Midorima harrumph, pushing up his glasses with his left hand.

“Arrrf!”

“Woah, look at that thing jump!” Miyaji’s voice was incredulous as the puppy managed to jump up, smacking his paw against Midorima’s left hand.

Midorima stared down at the puppy who was meeting his gaze with it’s large, emerald-green eyes.

Turning back to the basket, Midorima threw the ball, this time making a perfect swish as it fell through the net.

“Arf.” The puppy seemed to be proud of itself, and Midorima swore it was smirking

“It wasn’t because of you.”

“Aww, look at the two Shin-chans getting along!!”

Kaijo

“You’re so cute!!” Kise squealed, holding the golden-fur puppy in his arms.

“Arf arf!!” The puppy wagged its tail excitedly, golden orbs sparkling in delight as he licked Kise’s face.

Kise felt his heart swell at the ball of fluff that had appeared in their gym, barking and tail wagging as it enthusiastically ran around the gym with the team as they warmed up for practice.

Letting the puppy down, Kise watched as he started bumping the basketballs with its paws, swatting and pushing the ball along the floor.

“What an adorable puppy. Girls like puppies, don’t they?” Moriyama’s eyes glimmered in interested as he leaned down towards the excitable puppy. “You and I shall go and meet some girls!!”

“Don’t be teaching the puppy weird things, baka!” Kobori snarled, pushing the back of Moriyama’s head.

“Arf arf!”

“But it wants to go, don’t you?” Moriyama cooed as the puppy continued barking, it’s little body trembling in excitement.

“God, this thing’s even more hyper than you, Hayakawa!”

“I won’t lose!!”

“Don’t pick a fight with a puppy, damnit!” Kobori sighed, watching Hayakawa staring down at the puppy with angry eyes.

Completely ignorant of the death glare he was receiving, the puppy only continued bouncing around, tilting its head cutely as it looked up at the members surrounding it.

“So cute so cute so cute!!” Kise continued squealing, before looking for his phone. “I need pictures!!”

“What is the big deal here?!” Kise yelped as Kasamatsu kicked him in the back of his legs. “Get back to practice!”

“Puppy-chan, don’t go to the scary mean person!” Moriyama cried out as the puppy suddenly took off in Kasamatsu’s directly, immediately pawing at the captain’s shorts.

“Why is there a dog here…” Kasamatsu grumbled, picking up the puppy by its scruff as he held it in front of his face. Suddenly, the puppy stuck out its tongue, licking the captain’s nose again and again.

“Oh no!” Kise yelled, scared that Kasamatsu was going to hurt the puppy. Instead…

“Tickles…” Kasamatsu pulled away from the puppy, setting him on the floor gently. “Hm. Guess you’re not too bad.”

“Yip!” Running circles around Kasamatsu’s feet, the puppy barked happily.

“..No fair, why can’t you treat me like that?!?” Kise whined, narrowly dodging another one of Kasamatsu’s famous kicks.

“Because you’re an annoying dumbass!”

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10boys · 5 years ago

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MLQC : Smothering

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*aka , a boobie face dive !

Victor :

-Its only the softest of Victors that will act so shamelessly vulnerable to you

-You’re sitting on his lap with your arms around his neck as his hands caress the soft skin of your exposed thighs. You had a day off and decided to visit him on his lunch break at his office

-A few hours before on a quick phone call asking his permission to visit (he’s a busy guy) his usual sharp tounge was much diluted. He gave quick but vauge reassuring statement that he was just a bit stressed and had a lot on his plate for the week; risky decisions, rocky investments, many many under developed plans, all under the responsibility of himself.

-You know your smart and strong victor will get through it somehow, just like he always does, but thats not always an easy side to see when you’re experiencing it in first person. You just wanted to give him a moment to be vulnerable, relaxed, and securly cared for, something he’s constantly deprived of in his CEO role.

-As you pull his face closer and closer for cuddles , he relaxes his head and leans it into your shoulder. You stroke his hair leaving random kisses whenever you get the urge.

-There isnt much talking, just the two of you appreciateing each others warming presence

-The hand once on your thigh has risen to completely hold you in his arms, locking you in place.

-You take this as an invention to hug him tighter, elongating your body until his head finally falls into the perfect spot

-He lets out a small huff-like chuckle, letting you know he’s onto your shenanigans.

-“Feeling better already i see ?” You giggle into his hair while circling your finger around his ear, tracing patterns down his neck.

-“ ...m..dummy”

-His harsh words are very opposing to his actions. His grip around your waist becomes tighter as he burrows himself deeper into his personal pillow

-The comfort and warmth wraps his mind in pink hearts, allowing him to forget his pressing struggles and stress. Being near you is like a sip of wine to him , sensualizing and god damn intoxicating

-He’ll slowly move his face back and forth, in and out, up and down, until he finally realses a small groan of satisfaction

-Being a accomplice to his healing feels amazing, but the current undivided attention to you and your breast is indescribable

-He’ll stay like that for a while, just pushing and rubbing against you...

-He can’t allow himself to get too wired up at work though , this is only his lunch break after all

-The slight shift in his pants once he feels your nipples begin to harden against his face knocks him out of his trance

-“ahh I can’t do this now”

-He doesn’t move, just turns his head and leasurly lays on them for the remainder of his break

-At home though? Boyyyyyy

-Your low V-neck shirt would have been pulled down immediately to expose yourself to him, breast spilling out resembling a 4 course meal

-Victor prefers his hands to your breasts though, he loves to grope and toy with your nipples. He doesn’t have a good view to watch your reaction to him if hes face-deep

Lucien :

-HE is a looker

-We’re all very familiar with his intense gaze stairing problem

-You’re both sitting upright on opposite sides of the plush floor matt in his reading room, pillows densely outline the edges for support and comfort while you two peacefully enjoy each other’s company

-Well, you were

- Just as you’re turning the page of one of the novels you found laying near by, you see a pair of familiar black pupils from above the pages

-You lower the book to better see the man glaring absolute holes into you. The corners of his lips lift into seemingly innocent smile, the smile that softens his whole face, thins out his eyes, and hides his much more vulgar intentions.

-“Can i help you sir ?” You playfully spat trying to hide the gentle blush creeping onto your cheeks

-Your remark seems to have caught him off guard, but he quickly fixes his face. He lowers his book and gently places it to the side, his thin black-framed glasses following suit.

-“Actually...” his tall thin frame is crawling twords you, you feign resistance, lightly kicking your legs to keep him away. His large strong hands grasp them immediately, keeping them in place long enough for him to slip himself in.

-And now there he is, layed on top of you with his head under the arms thats still holding your book whata attention whore.

-His head rests on your lower stomach hiking up the him of your shirt. You know he’s up to something, but his current good behavior is enough to lower your suspensions for now. Him cuddling onto you while you read is actually very peaceful in itself. He looks comfortable and delicate, so you let him be.

-But that doesn’t last for long

-You can feel his warm breath on your stomach ascented by soft pecks and kisses, leaving trails just beginning to go above your belly button. His hands grab the rim of your shirt pulling it over his head, creating a personal space for just him and the beautiful view underneath

-“Lucien!” You giggle as his kisses gradually travel higher up, getting wetter and more passionate with each contact of skin

-“Hm? Something wrong? I prefer it under here..” and with that, he’s face planted.

-The distractions have your book strown to the side after you’ve long lost interest

-Lucien likes to play.

-He’ll dip his hands in periodically to help with his little experiments, pressing down your nipples to watch them pop back up.

-But mostly, he’ll hold your body from the outside as he helps himself to as much titty as he wants

-He loves the good old-fashion smother. His face absorbed by boob. Since you’re laying down, He’ll use his hands from the outside to push up all the extra boob fat

-Lucien, the actual kitten, will leave nips and bites on the supple flesh inbetween his face-dive sessions. He just absolutely adores the whole act, having someone he loves and admires so vulnerable and exposed to him and his desires makes his heart soft and dick hard

-Is he lightly thrusting his hips against the matt ? The world may never know

-Lucien does this often tho, maybe second in place to kiro

-From daily hugs to cuddle session, he can’t seem to keep to loose himself to his desires.

Gavin :

-Ooooh blushy boy

-You LOVE teasing him, the way he quickly turns his head to redirect his attention when he’s flustered is beyond satisfying, the butterflys you get knowing what you (unintentionally) do to him is :,)

-So the element of surprise is something he hates but you love

-He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, just chillin on his phone waiting for you to finish up whatever you were doing in the other room when BAM

-“Gavin ~ i missed u ~”

-You pull him into a smothering embrace, his face and your chest having an intement moment together

-You hold his head firmly aginst you while softly stroking his hair, letting some fingers down periodically to trace along his ear

-Gavin groans but shows absolutely no signs of resistance probably to hide his blushing face

-His face feels great agaisnt your chest, you begin to move them side to side to create a bit of friction for yourself

-You hear him release a low exhale at the action as you respond with a soft giggle

-Once Gavins done acting all tsundere he finally surrenders, pulling you closer by hugging at your waist, softly shaking his head in your breast

-Shit he may even grip a titty with one hand as he continues to press against the other

-Gavin lives to please you, so its not long after his attention will go to pinching at your nipples and nipping them with his teeth through your shirt

-When you look down to check on him, you meet the gaze of his blushing face and low amber eyes looking up at you and fuck

-Its time to get down to business :)

-Gavin loves to mark you, so sucking his ownership into one of your most delicate and personal places is his specialty

-He also loves to smother while he fucks you or you fuck him

-When he’s close he’ll bury himself in your chest and fuck you like the dirty dog he is ;)

-he nasty

-so shy...but so naSTy...

Kiro:

-Kiro absolutely loves it

-Kiro is just a boob guy in general?

-White tank top + your nipples pressing through = suckle session

-Like lucien, he loves to lay down on top of you and just... play

-Its rare you both have a day off at the same time so you usually spend it having a lazy day together, after all, working is exhausting

-You’re cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite feel-good show together, one of his favorite things to do with you since he gets to use his most favorite pillow

-Actually, Its just you watching the show.

-His arms are wrapped around your body pressing you as close to his face as he possibly can

-“mmmm miss chips is my favorite pillow~”

-“wahhh your boobs are so great”

-We can’t expect this vocalist to be shy about his feelings for you, he’ll spit little praises at you regularly as they come to his mind

-He’ll lay on each one, then in the crevis of your breast so he can push them together to completely surround himself. His hands will get a good grip as he paws and gropes at them

-Can he breath? The world may never know

-He’ll die a happy death tho

-Loves to wiggle his face back and forth and feel the jiggle

-He gives them so much attention you begin to think he might have a boob worshiping thing?? Not that you’d mind ;)

-His face and free boob massage feels absolutely great, his tinted cheeks and wet blue orbs stairing up at you is enough to make the anime steam blow through your head

- *thought bubble* fuck fuck fuck hes so cute...

Sooo if you can’t tell #1 im a cancer and #2 im about to start my period so my boobs are soooo sensitive right now, these scenarios are all i can think about ~ Thank u sm for reading !!! You can comment your thoughts or stance of the accuracy, Check out my other works under the mlqc tag :) -myk

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bts-reveries · 5 years ago

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one night light

✩ warning: implied smut, no description or anything about it just “dot dot dot”

also: lot’s of flashbacks, it says whether it’s a flashback or not, but italicized are flashbacks ✩

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn’t know how to feel, nor how you were feeling. Were you excited? Yes, he is the father of your child and the man you crushed on for years. Were you nervous? Yes, it’s been nearly six years. Were you mad? A little, it was a long time ago, you can forgive and forget, at least you got something good from it right? Your heart was beating for different reasons, excitement and nervousness. What are you supposed to say? “Hey, we haven’t seen each other in a while, we met once, but yeah, here’s our child!” Your mind was running in circles as you walked closer to the cafe nearby, Huimang holding tightly to your hand.

“Mommy.”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Why do you look so stressed?” Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes dropped down to her hand in yours. “And why are your hands so sweaty,” she pouts. You laugh nervously.

“I’m just nervous sweetheart,” you say, letting go of her hand for a second to wipe your hand on your pants.

“Why?” She asks innocently. You didn’t know how to tell her, but you’ll deal with that when you two get there.

“We’re meeting someone, someone you should’ve met a long time ago.” You give her a soft smile, lifting her hand up and bending down a little to kiss the top of her hand, making her giggle. You look up to see the cafe doors, taking a deep breath and pulling the door open. The little bell on the door rings, and you look around to see any familiar faces. You turn to your left and--

“DADDY!” You look down, eyebrows furrowed, at your daughter. She had the biggest smile on her face while confusion was written all over yours. You follow her eyes and you see a man with glasses, smiling, and getting up from his chair. Huimang lets go of your hand and runs to the man, who knelt down to give your daughter a hug. You stand there dumbfounded. What the heck.

You swallow away the last bit of nervousness you had left in you. Confusion was now taking over as you watched the two communicate.

“H-have you two… met? Before? When?” You ask, only questions left your mouth. You finally get a good look at him. It was Hoseok after all. He didn’t look any different than he did back in your college years. Still handsome, like usual.

“She found me in my apartment, followed my friend and his dog and she ended up in front of my door,” he laughs. “She left with her aunt and later on came back alone, spent some time with me and my friends. I didn’t believe what she was saying at first, but we talked for a bit and it’s slightly setting in. I wanted to talk with her mother, you, right?” You scoff a little, but nod anyways. “Well, yeah, I wanted to talk with you, maybe you can explain what’s going on.” You nod, taking a seat, he does too.

“I was hesitant at first and didn’t want to accept it, but she texts me every now and then and the one time she called me daddy, it kind of changed my idea of everything.” He looks over at Huimang who’s smiling up at him. He gasped for a second, suddenly remembering something and he bends down to grab something out of a bag.

“I got this for you,” he says to Huimang, holding a pink KAWS stuffed toy. It was so his style, you weren’t even surprised.

“Wahhh~~~” Huimang was smiling as she took the toy from her dad. She hugs it close to her chest, leaning over, she gives him a peck on the cheek. You and Hoseok both were caught by surprise. Your eyebrows raise.

“Anyways,” he says, “care to explain?” You bit on your lip and nod.

“So, around six years ago--” You look over at Huimang, who was looking at you with curious eyes, and you laugh nervously. “Maybe we talk about it next time?” Hoseok’s brows furrowed, he tilts his head in confusion, and he scoffs.

“It’s been six years and you want to push it back to next time?”

“Hoseok, I can’t talk about this while my five year old is here,” you say, raising your brows. He looks down for a bit, making a ‘thinking’ face.

“Ah.” He bends down and digs through his bag, pulling out an iPad and a pair of headphones. “Here you go kid, play with this while your mommy and I talk okay?” Huimang nods, taking the iPad while Hoseok puts the headphones around her head.

“Alright, talk,” he says to you. You scoff.

“Fine.”

“Continue where you left off, around six years ago?..”

“Around six years ago, there was a party to celebrate the end of our last year.”

flashback to six years ago

“YN!” Dahee yells at you. You were currently on your laptop, searching for a good netflix series to watch. You look over at her with a blank expression.

“What again?” She rolls her eyes and sighs.

“It’s our last few days here. Are you really going to spend it watching netflix alone in your room?” You shake your head.

“No, not alone, you’re with me,” you smile. “Now, come over here, I found a drama that seems cute. Watch it with me.” Dahee groans, closing your laptop and throwing it to the side of your bed.

“Hey! Throw it a little higher and you would have to buy me a new one,” you say, glaring.

“We’re not staying here, get up, get changed, we’re leaving.”

“To where?” Dahee smirks at you.

“We’re going to our first college party.” Your eyes widen as she continues to smile at you, but you burst out laughing.

“Dee, what makes you think we’re going to a party? Did you eat something bad? Come on, just sit next to me and watch this with me. The leading guy is cute.” You reach over to grab your laptop and Dahee pushes it out of your reach. You look up at her.

“Oh come on. You’re not serious are you?” She grabs onto your hand and pulls you up.

“I’m dead serious, come on, we haven’t been to a single party our whole college life, and one gets thrown here almost every week!”

“That’s because we’re never invited, and we’re not cool enough,” you say, looking at her with that ‘isn’t it obvious?’ face. “Besides, we’re not that kind of girls. Let’s just stay home.”

“Yn. It’s the last college party you’ll ever get to go to. Everyone’s invited and it’s our last chance to not be this kind of girl. You know what I mean? It’s our one day to be stressed free, study free, and we can finally let loose come oooooon,” she says, pulling on your arm.

“Dahee. I love you. But there is nothing that will get me to do stupid things at a stupid party.” You give her a smile and you turn back to lay on your bed.

“Jung Hoseok is going to be there.” The one name made you freeze. Hmmm…

present time

“Wait a minute.” Hoseok interrupts.

“What?”

“You’ve never been to a college party? You waited till your last chance to go to one to attend?” You laugh sheepishly.

“I never had time,” you shrug. “I had a grade to maintain, no time to do anything stupid that will affect my future.” Hoseok scoffs, saying in a low voice.

“You’re so lame.” You glare at him.

“Anyways, back to my story.”

flashback

You walk in the building. It was a decent sized house. You don’t know who lives here, but he kindly opened up the place for a party. How nice right? Although, your nose scrunches. You look at your surroundings. All five of your senses were being attacked.

Sight. You didn’t know what to look at first. The room was crowded. People were dancing with one another. Making out. Laughing. Taking pictures. Drinking. Playing games. Or simply just sitting down and talking.

Sound. You knew that by the time you leave this place, you wouldn’t be able to hear as well. Music was booming out of the loudspeakers. The walls were shaking. The hairs on your arms were standing up.

Smell. The place had a strong smell of alcohol, with a dash of strong cologne, mixed in with sweet perfume, and a sprinkle of sweat. It was all overwhelming and you didn’t know whether or not it would be rude to cover your nose with your hand.

Touch. With all the tight spaces, you didn’t know where to put your hands. Not wanting to accidentally touch anyone anywhere. Only saying this because your hand grazed on someone’s .. you know.. as you were walking by. After that, you kept your hands close to your chest.

Taste. You were soon to find that out.

“This is stupid Dee, I don’t like this,” you pout, turning to your best friend. Dahee shrugs and pulls on your hand, dragging you out of the room and to the kitchen.

“We just got here, we need a few drinks in our system first, and that’s when the party starts,” she winks. You start to wonder where she learned all of this from.

“Here,” she says, handing you a red cup.

“Dee, you know I don’t drink.” She quirks an eyebrow at you.

“We’re not regular Yn and Dahee right now, come on. Just one cup,” she smiles at you but it fades when she realizes how uncomfortable you are. “Okay, maybe we should just go home.” She grabs your hand and you sigh.

“No, you’re right. We should let loose. It’s our last one after all.” She looks at you carefully.

“Yn, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I respect your decision and--”

“Oh. My. Gosh.” You say suddenly, looking at the doorway of the kitchen. Dahee turns to your direction and sees what you’re ogling at.

“Told you he’s here.”

“Give me that,” you say, grabbing the red solo cup from Dahee’s hand. A surprised gasp slips out of her lips.

“Yn--” You press a finger on her lips, face twisting.

“Ew, why do people like this, it’s disgusting,” you say in a raspy voice. “And it’s fine.” You cough. “I need it, liquid courage right? Maybe tonight’s the night I talk to him.” Dahee’s lips twist to a big smile.

“Yes Yn! Oh my gosh, do it!”

present time

“So did you do it?” Hoseok asks. You tilt your head at him.

“Do you remember anything from that day?” You question, none of this seems to ring a bell with him. He shakes his head no.

“To be honest, I came in there with already a few drinks in my system. I don’t remember a single thing.” You pout.

“Anyways.. I embarrassed myself trying to talk to you, but we’ll skip that part since you can’t remember anything anyways.”

“Alright, skip to the part where we finally talk then.”

flashback

“How come I haven’t seen you before?” Hoseok asks. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were tired.

“I don’t go around much,” you say, laughing slightly. Nervousness was easing away slowly, your drink also slowly kicking in. “I tend to just stay home, study, go to the library, and… study.” You’re starting to think that you’re boring him and you start getting nervous again.

“Ah, so what’s a smart girl doing stupid things at a college party like this? And why are you talking to me?” You bit your lips, he was so laid back, relax, and cool, something you know you’ll never be and your hope for you two being together was slipping away.

“It’s the last party of the year, exams are over, why don’t I do something different for a change right?” You say, still not sounding as cool as you wished you were. “And as for the talking to you part… Why not?” You look into his eyes and he looks back at you lazily. “I’ve seen you around, since my first year here… You were in my classes.. You’re funny, energetic, always happy.. And you’re incredibly talented too--” His soft smile turns into a laugh. Did you sound too obsessed?

“You’re sweet,” he says, his hand was sliding down to grab your hand. Your eyebrows raise in surprise as he leans in and his lips touched yours. Taste. The last one of your senses that was attacked tonight. He tasted sweet, but had a bitter aftertaste. And for some reason, you couldn’t get enough.

present time

“And?” Hoseok says, waiting for you to continue. You tilt your head to the side.

“And then I couldn’t remember anything after that,” you reply, pursing your lips, making Hoseok sigh.

“Seriously?”

“Well.. I remember you pulling away, then getting up from the couch. You then grabbed my hand and led me up stairs..” You look over at Huimang, who was so focused on the iPad Hoseok gave her. You smile, reaching over to her and you pull out the necklace from the inside of her shirt. “Then you took this off and put it around me.” Huimang looks up at you and smile, before looking back at whatever she was watching. “I wasn’t sober at the time, but I still realized what went on around me. And I remember feeling all giddy inside when this happened, just trying to live in the moment and not thinking about how drunk you were.” You sigh, “because I knew if you were sober, you wouldn’t be talking to me at all.” You look at Hoseok and his eyes were down on his fingers. You try to laugh off the awkward tension. “I don’t regret any of it though. I got Hope. And she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so yeah, don’t regret any of it.” You smile. “Anyways, yeah that’s what happ--”

“Continue.”

“What?”

“Continue your story, I know there’s more.”

flashback

Hoseok took you into a room, a random room. Locked the door, and turned off the lights. The only light was coming from the window. You could still see his face and the tiny smile he had on. He reached around his neck and unclasped the necklace he had on.

“Turn around,” he says. You followed, turning around and lifting your hair up. You felt him go around you, gently putting the necklace around your neck. You look down, running your thumb over the letters. ‘JHope.’ His dancer name. Before you could say anything, you felt his lips on your neck, then…

present time

“Dot, dot, dot.” You say, Hoseok frowns.

“Okay, so... what happened after?” This time you frown at him. Remembering exactly what happened because it hurt you for a while.

“What is it?” He asks, guessing he doesn’t remember that either.

“You really don’t remember anything from that day?” You question and he shrugs.

“It was six years ago, I don’t remember what I did last week,” he laughs. “But I must’ve had the worst hangover the next day right?”

flashback

You wake up next to Hoseok. You look around you and realize you weren’t at the party anymore. Small bits of last night was flashing through your mind.

He began to kiss your neck and shoulders but you stop him.

“H-hoseok,” you say. “We shouldn’t.” He frowns at you, his eyebrows scrunching up together.

“What do you mean?”

“I-i don’t even know who lives here… it’s kinda weird.. If random people use their bed, don’t you think?” His face relaxes and he starts to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. My house then?”

You smile at the small memories of last night, and you start to look around for your phone.

There were fifty miss calls and over a hundred messages. All from Dahee. Your eyes widen as you go through and read all the messages. She was looking for you, she began to worry but overheard someone saying they saw you leave with Hoseok. She then continued to cheer you on and congratulate you. You laugh, and the slight movement shook the bed, Hoseok began to stir. You started to text back when suddenly, the bed shifts.

“Oh--” You hear behind you. You turn around and smile.

“Oh hey, you’re awake--”

“Why are you still here?” Your smile drops at his response.

“Hm?”

“Who are you anyways-- ahh, ah, wow, my head is hurting a lot.” He answers, you get up all of a sudden, reaching over to grab your clothes on the floor.

“Do you want me to get you water and medicine?” You say, like you don’t have a headache yourself. Hoseok glares at you.

“No, I’ll be fine, I’d just like it better if you leave? Like how the other ones do. They usually leave before I even wake up, you should’ve done the same.” You felt your heart sink down to your stomach.

“Oh.. I’m sorry, I’ll get going then.” Hoseok did nothing but roll his eyes and laid back in bed. Just trying to sleep the hangover away.

present time

“Then a week later, I missed my period, took a pregnancy test, took five more, then nine months later, I had Hope.” You say easily. Hoseok’s eyebrows rise.

“Oh..” Was all he could say. You nod.

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m sorry.. For being like that, I can’t believe how much of a jerk I was--”

“Don’t worry about it Hoseok, it was a long time ago. I’m over it.” He nods.

“Yes, it was, so I’m guessing you didn’t tell me about Huimang because of what I did right?” You nod.

“Yeah, that and we weren’t married, nor were we in a relationship, you didn’t know me until that night, and after that reaction for being there when you woke up, I didn’t want to see what your reaction would be if I showed up at your door with a baby in my arms.” He laughs nervously.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know what I would do if you did… that was around the beginning of the start of my dance studio.”

“Yeah I traveled to America after I found out. My family was living there and it would be better if I had her there, so my parents could help out.” His eyes widened for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

“She was born in America?” You nod. “I never showed it, but my family is pretty well off. We had a house as well in America and my parents were staying there for a few years because of my dad’s job. So Huimang grew up a bit there, and we moved here not too long ago.”

“You moved into my building, what a coincidence.” You open your mouth to agree, when your phone rings in your pocket. You take it out and look up at Hoseok.

“Excuse me for a second.” He nods as you get up from your seat to take the call outside. A few minutes later you came back in the shop, the bell rings once again.

“I’m sorry, I have to go, my boss just called me and I have to get to work.” You begin to pack your stuff hurriedly, taking off the headphones on Huimang’s head.

“Honey, give that back and say bye to daddy, I’m dropping you off at aunt Dahee’s,” As you called Hoseok ‘daddy’ for his daughter, he felt his stomach flip. His lip twitched into a smile.

“Sorry Hoseok but--”

“I should be the one apologizing. I won’t say it all right now since you’re in a hurry, but, I’ll call you later?” You nod.

“Okay.”

“But Yn,” He says as you turn to leave, Huimang in your hand. You turn around to face him. “Is it okay if Huimang stays with me instead?”

✩✩✩✩

one night light

✩part seven: taste✩

→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ a/n: wowz this was long. sorry that this smau has more text posts than daddy diaries! hoseok and yn has more backstory that texting can’t tell hehe i can smell the fluff coming soon, also, i’m sleepy

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sickiebangtan · 5 years ago

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lap puppy; (3/7)

BTS sickfic // jimin-centric // word count: 1,655

"Jimin just wants Taehyung to pet his hair and rub his back. He reallydoesn't want to have to ask him. He should just freaking know."

Summary: Jimin rarely actually gets drunk, but when he does, he wants to be in Taehyung's lap.

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It usually takes a lot to grab enough of Taehyung's attention from the tv screen if he's watching a black and white film. Even harder if it's one of his favorites. and this one is one his favorites—it's just started too, and the beginning's the best part because he loves how this one has been filmed. When the front door clicked open the first time, he didn't look up; it was Yoongi shuffling in, muttering his acknowledgment and sounding sleepy, headed straight to bed. Right behind him was Jimin, making so much noise that Taehyung actually wrenched his eyes away from the screen to look his way.

Jimin is clumsy already, but he's ridiculous when he's drunk. Yoongi had to have helped him up to the door because Jimin would've hurt himself chancing it on his own, but obviously the rapper had reached his limit the moment they'd made it inside ("Wake me up if you need help with him, but right now I'm too tired. Going to bed."). If Taehyung hadn't quickly paused his movie to get up and hold him steady, Jimin would've wobbled his way into the edge of the kitchen counter and fallen straight to the hard floor.

Jimin hasn't been drunk in a long time. He can drink alcohol like a fish and be adorably tipsy at best, but Taehyung can't recall the last time he's seen Jimin this far gone. he leans on Taehyung like deadweight and he's breathing heavy. His face has the same bright red flush Hoseok typically gets the moment alcohol hits his system and Taehyung wants to sit him down just to snap a few pics of him on his phone.

Instead, he sits Jimin down gingerly on the sectional so he can go to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water and put some saltine crackers on a paper towel. Hopefully they can help soak up some of the alcohol still sitting in his belly. Hopefully he can prevent his friend from having a bad hangover in the morning. Did Jimin get hangovers? He's never witnessed it before.

"Hyung." Jimin grumbles, for about the fifth time, laid out on the sofa with his head on taehyung's lap. Taehyung isn't his hyung, but he is when he's drunk. Jimin always denies it when he's sober, and Taehyung finds it highly amusing how fired up he gets when Taehyung rubs it in. Jimin does not like to imagine himself as anyone else's dongsaeng besides his beloved hyung line. It's ironic, because Jimin is probably the most welcome member to baby, but he also likes to be in control, of everything. That includes Taehyung and Jungkook.

It's refreshing to hear 'hyung' from Jimin's lips, but it must also mean Jimin's feeling really vulnerable right now. He must be feeling pretty dizzy, because he's been grabbing at Taehyung wherever he can reach, breathing heavy and eyes trying to train on the warping ceiling above him. he closes his eyes with a throaty groan. Taehyung's distracted, still enthralled by his movie, but he idly rubs a thumb along Jimin's forehead to show he has at least some of his attention.

Jimin's humming drowsily, a droning tune in his throat with each exhale, just making noise in Taehyung's opinion. He's wiggling his socked feet against the arm of the sectional and waving a floppy arm around for some chance that Taehyung will notice him but all he gets is a saltine cracker pressed to his lips.

"Eat your cracker." Taehyung orders, still staring at the tv screen. Jimin pouts, but he's obedient.

Jimin just wants Taehyung to pet his hair and rub his back. He really doesn't want to have to ask him. He should just freaking know. What's worse is his hiccups are getting more close together. They're deep and they make his belly slosh and the couch under him is starting to feel like he's on a rocking boat. Staring at the ceiling isn't doing him any good and the crackers Taehyung keeps making him nibble feel like they're stuck too high in his esophagus.

He flops himself so his head's more into Taehyung's lap, so his eyes are blocked by Taehyung's chin, so he can watch Taehyung's concentrated face. He reaches blindly for Taehyung's hands and cups his own face with Taehyung's warm palms. He hums with pleasure.

"Tae, you have biiiig hands. Like, maaassive hands, you know that?"

Taehyung hasn't looked down but he smiles wide, taken back by Jimin's sudden observation, the little slur in his words. Jimin squeezes the hand on his face. "Who gave you those—your mom or your dad?"

"Mom."

Jimin's eyes get so round and wide. "Really?!!!" he gasps. Taehyung bites back a laugh, looking down to hush Jimin and remind him that the others are asleep. Jimin's face is completely flush from the alcohol. It's a sight to see.

"Wahhh," Jimin peels Taehyung's hand from his face, which is now hovering teasingly over his whole head. He traces the lines of Tae's palm. "But she doesn't have very big hands herself,"

"Crazy huh?"

"Yeahh. So crazy." A hiccup chirps out of Jimin again. "Kim Taehyung."

"Park Jimin?"

"I'm drunk."

Taehyung smiles. "Not just tipsy?"

Jimin grimaces, feeling the world spin with another unpleasant moment of vertigo. "Not," He snatches Taehyung's hand like he's about to fall off the couch. Taehyung's eyebrows make his concern clear as he now watches Jimin more closely, squeezing his hand a little tighter to steady him. "And now I'm dizzy. . . and my tummy feels weird."

"Weird how, baby?"

"Mm, full, liquidy. Bubbly. A little not good."

"Did you try some different drinks this time?" Taehyung runs his free hand through Jimin's scalp. Finally, Jimin thinks. It feels so good that his eyes roll back. He loses his train of thought for a second, licking his lips and reveling the next pass of Taehyung's fingers skirting through his hair.

"Y-yeah. I told Yoongi-hyung I wanted to try an irish bomb, because he did it with Kookie. You—you have to chug it, you know? This tall—hicc—tallll glass mug of whiskey and um—milk? Ugh, that's what did it." He says, like an afterthought, putting a hand under his shirt to rub into the gurgle of his stomach. It sends up a tiny burp that he'd usually blush over if he were sober.

"Did you have anything else tonight?"

Jimin scoffs. "Of course I did, hyung. Shot of tequila, shot of rum, a shot of this sparkly vodka, irish bomb—baam, do it with me," he tries to fist bump Taehyung so Taehyung plays along, but he's sporting an uneasy expression.

"That's a lot—more than me," he says, exaggerating how impressed he is. Everyone drank more than Taehyung.

"I had six drinks—that was only four. Can't remember what else."

Taehyung is pretty sure all six drinks are now what's pooled on the floor of the living room right beside the couch because of how violently it came out of Jimin, but he isn't finished, hunched over the puddle and gulping air into his lungs with shaky unsteady legs. Taehyung is right at his side, supporting him at his hip. The very moment Jimin sucks in more air, Taehyung chances hurrying Jimin to the bathroom. As soon as Taehyung holds him over the bowl, Jimin's burping up a heavy stream of liquid, sputtering desperately as the contents of his stomach can't seem to leave him quickly enough. He coughs hard, wheezing as he tries to get some air in his lungs, only to cough up another mouthful of putrid alcohol.

"Easy, baby, easy," Taehyung instructs, patting lightly at Jimin's straining back. Taehyung struggles to keep Jimin's drunken body from swaying too far from the open mouth of the toilet.

Jimin's whimpering, so nauseous that it's frightening. He can't stop retching. He can't breathe. Taehyung tries his best to comfort with his words. He's doing a great job holding Jimin steady and showing him that he's not going anywhere, and Jimin is eternally grateful, but this is horrible. This is it. He's never drinking again. Ever ever never.

Taehyung stays with jimin in the bathroom for hours. He's sure by now they'll be sleeping there tonight. Every time he thinks Jimin's done, the dancer is unraveling himself out of his arms to heave productively over the toilet again. Jimin refuses to get in bed even after he's eventually only dry heaving. Taehyung relents after Jimin's pleas become tearful and he leaves him only briefly to take his comforter and a few pillows off his bed, returning to make a comfortable little pallet on the bathroom floor. He'll have to explain to Jin and everyone about the puddle of vomit out in the living room if Jimin doesn't let him go to clean up. Maybe he can slip out after the poor boy falls asleep. He gathers Jimin's tired sick body onto his lap and holds him tight, pressing lips against Jimin's throbbing temple and closing his eyes.

Jin finds Taehyung and Jimin in the bathroom the next morning, Taehyung fast asleep against the wall, wrapped in his comforter with Jimin bundled up on his lap and snoring faintly against his chest. The air smells of stale, sour alcohol and Jin doesn't even need the explanation of Yoongi standing behind him to know what's going on here. He sighs heavily, pressing his fingers into his forehead. He's more worried than annoyed, but they have a meeting this afternoon and he now has 3 hours to attempt to cure Jimin's hangover before the appointment. Jin grimaces at the sight on the floor; Jimin looks rough, to say the least.

He looks back at Yoongi who shrugs but still looks guilty. He isn't hungover. Of course, he isn't. "I guess the Irish bomb was a bad idea."

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bonus:

Jimin's hiccups clip over the low volume of the film, sometimes light with a random burp that cuts in between. Taehyung grazes his back while Jimin scrolls drunkenly through Snapchat filters on his phone. He looks down when Jimin suddenly groans and drops his phone right onto his face. "Ughhhmmph, I just sent that to Taeminnie-hyung. Taetae, here, fix it please?"

"I don't think you can delete what's already been sent, Jiminssi."

"Hyung, no--god, he's gonna think I'm so crazy."

#bts sickfics #bangtan sickfics #bangtan boys #sickfics for bangtan #tw:vomit #sick jimin #lap puppy #i had the dialogue for this thing ages ago #just sitting in my notes marinating #drunk diminnie

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silent-writer83 · 6 years ago

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Let’s Do It Baby, I Know The Law

”Summary: Successful in saving Iris, there are some unforeseen costs. So, with little time left, you decide to live it up consequences be damned. When Savitar comes for you, you’ve got a few choice words in mind for him.

A/N: Tbh I just wanted to write the reader drunkenly mouthing off to Savitar. If you know what this quote is from, ily.

Changing the timeline always came at a cost, you all knew that. Hell, if you didn’t by now then you were just being purposefully ignorant. What no one expected, no matter how many times they toyed with it, was the cost they would be paying. Saving Iris was the goal, its what everyone focused so heavily on that they didn’t think twice about rearranging events. They didn’t think about the little things they were tweaking and the effect that it would have on another’s life. They didn’t think because they didn’t care.

In the end you were successful, waiting with bated breath as Cisco vibed Barry to the future yet again to see if their efforts were worth it. Of course the latino was giving a play by play, each person in the cortex hanging on his every word. You sat, hands in your lap, practically vibrating on the edge of your seat as they named the differences. “Savitar just arrived,” Cisco breathed and you could have sworn your heart stopped.

“Okay? And!” You urged, scooting to the edge as your eyes trained on your two friends. “Did it work?! Did we save Iris?” you asked the question on everyone’s mind, only, an answer didn’t come. Confused, and assuming that your plans were thwarted yet again, you slumped in your seat with a sigh.

Caitlin bit her lip to hide her disappointment as she looked over meaningless papers on her clipboard to look busy. H.R’s shoulders slumped as he gripped his drumsticks tightly. Wally did his best not to react, averting his gaze as he quelled his frustration and Joe hugged Iris to his chest. The defeat in the room was palpable as you turned back to your desk with a heavy sigh, the glance Cisco shared with Barry going unseen.

Cisco didn’t know what to say, hoping that Barry would, but when their eyes met he knew the hero was at just as much of a loss as he was. Swallowing the nerves in his belly, Cisco folded his goggles as he turned to his friends in the room. How was he supposed to say this? How could they be happy about this? Why couldn’t they just have one clean win?

“Um,” his voice cracked as he broke the silence, everyone’s head snapping in his direction. Being under direct scrutiny just made him want to shrivel up, avoiding their expectant, anxious gazes.

“We saved Iris,” Barry spoke up, forcing the cheer in his voice. The sigh of relief that filled the room only broke his heart as Cisco watched Iris rush to her fiance.

Perking up at your desk, a smile was already dancing on your features. “Yes!” you cheered, joy filling the room as everyone felt the weight of the world lift off their shoulders. Of course, nothing good could last around here, Iris being the first to pick up on Barry’s stiffness. She always could read him like a book.

“What’s wrong Bar?” She asked, pulling back just enough to look at him. Barry chewed his lip as he looked to Cisco for guidance. By now everyone was inching closer, confused as to why Barry wasn’t more excited. His wife-to-be was going to live so what’s the deal?

“We saved you but...” he faltered, stepping back as he turned to look at you. Lips parted to speak but he found the words caught in his throat. How could he say this to you, after everything you’ve done, after everything you’ve given them - him - as a friend.

“Alright dude, quit lookin’ at me like that. It’s freakin’ me out,” you laughed away your discomfort as all eyes turned to you. You didn’t like the pity in Barry’s gaze, the pain as he tried to say words that wouldn’t come. “We saved Iris what’s the big de-”

“You die!” Cisco blurted out, tense as he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth and turned his back.

The shock was clear as day on your face as you stood dumbfounded. You hadn’t thought of the consequences of rearranging the timeline but shit, you weren’t expecting this! Blinking, you took a breath, opening your mouth to speak but, like Barry, you were at a loss for words. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on, couldn’t wrap around the idea that, just moments ago you were meant to live a semi-normal, happy life and now....now you only had a few days left.

Abruptly you turned, heels clicking on their way out of the cortex. You were on autopilot, mind blank and yet buzzing all at the same time. You could hear their voices calling after you, not wanting you to leave. How could they protect you if you weren’t there?! So you paused at the entry way, the calmness with which you turned setting them all on edge.

“I’m....gonna get really drunk,” you stated, moving as if to add to that before shaking your head and leaving. Yeah, you definitely needed a drink.....a stiff one.

“LET’S GET FUCKED UP!” Your voice drowned in the bass of the music, bodies writhing and jumping to the sound around you. The small glass cup in your hand was pressed to your lips, head tilting back as the cool liquid slipped down your throat. The burn had long since faded as your senses skewed from too much alcohol. What did you care anyways? Your days were limited, or was it hours now? WHO CARED YOU WERE DRUNK BITCH!

Laughter fell from your lips as you stumbled out onto the dance floor, plucking a drink from a tray as you passed. Whatever you grabbed was sweet, washing down your throat as you shimmied into the ground. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket for, you didn’t even know how many times. Like all the others it went completely ignored. You were drunk but happy, not a care in the world, and that’s how you wanted it to stay.

“Cisco, did she answer?” Barry’s voice spoke through the coms. He was zipping through Central City looking for you. How one person seemed to disappear so fast was unsettling. It was nearly two in the morning and Barry was starting to fear the worst.

“No,” Cisco sighed, the defeat was in his voice as he fiddled with his screens.

“Can’t you like...triangulate or something?!” Barry huffed, getting frustrated at his inability to find you.

“Oh yeah, because I haven’t tried that before,” Cisco shot back with a huff of his own.

Caitlin stepped up, offering a reassuring (though tense) smile to Cisco. Hands on the top of the desk, she leaned over so she could talk into the com. “Y/N would always go to Club Lavo,” She suggested with a hopeful tone.

Without a second thought Barry was rushing off, zipping through the streets of Central City.

Barry’s eyes darted around the dark club, squinting against the flashing lights. He was looking for your familiar mop of hair, groaning when he couldn’t make out much. Thank god he had his powers. Darting through the crowd, it only took a few moments to find you. Arms wrapped around your center, not thinking twice before rushing back to the Cortex.

The world rushed around you in too fast movements, halting all at once leaving you dizzy and stumbling. Legs wobbled as you attempted to step, stomach lurching as you doubled over. Barry had a can in front of you just in time for you to spill out stomach acid and what remained of a cocktail, grimacing at the sounds of your gagging.

The tell tale crackling of lighting had heads snapping to the doorway, hearts lurching as that eerie doppleganger made himself known. The smirk on his mangled face was cocky as he sauntered in, eyeing each and every horrified face. Savitar took pride in the way they tensed, the way they all seemed to skirt around you as if that would make a difference. Oh how feeble they all were. “Hand her over and I’ll let you all live,” He mused, reveling in the games he played with them.

“Like hell that’s gonna happen,” Barry quipped, refusing to let his future self have it easy.

“We can do it the hard way Barry. I’m faster than you, stronger. I am a GO-”

“Oh shut UP!” You whined, pushing past the Scarlet Speedster as you stumbled out from the protective little bubble your friends made. “You, sir,” you slurred as you waved a finger in Savitar’s face. “May fuggoff!” Stumbling back, a hand pressed to your lips as you felt your stomach gurgle. You weren’t about to let that stop your tirade though. “You think you kin juss waltz in here like you own the place? Newsflash, bro, you don’t. Dis my house,” you quipped, clapping to make your point. “In here, talm bout ‘I’m a God. Grrrr bow down to me,’“ you mocked the man you had all come to fear. “Like, who even are you?”

Savitar’s jaw clenched as he glared at you, hands fisting at his sides. Embarrassment began to crawl along his neck, staining his cheeks a soft red as you taunted him. How dare you?! You were meant to fear him!

“And another thing!” You started, turning back to him as you stumbled your way over. “You’re a digghead!” you fumbled the words as syllables began to slide together, finger jabbing the self-proclaimed God of Speed in the chest. “Oh wahhh, I didn’t like myself so I’m gonna go kill his wife. Like, talk bout small dick energy amirite?” you snorted, turning to your friends as you doubled over in laughter.

They all stared at you, wide eyed and slack jawed, unable to figure out just how they felt. On one hand it was hilarious, watching you verbally berate this so called God of Speed, on the other hand it was terrifying because they knew how ruthless the future Barry Allen could be.

“Should....I be offended by that?” Barry whispered softly to Cisco who merely shook his head with a small shrug. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what to make of all of this.

Glaring down at you, Savitar felt his heart fumble in his chest. He didn’t like the way you talked to carelessly to him, the way there was no fear in your eyes. Surely you knew he was the one to end your life. Why weren’t you acting like it! “I’ll slaughter your entire family if you’re no careful,” he ground out, hoping that, at the very least, would put you in your place.

Whirling around you stood straight, arms out beckoning him to prove it. “Let’s do it baby, I know the law!”

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how-to-voleebol · 5 years ago

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Haikyuu!! ShipWeek - Day 1 : LevYaku

Alright! Today, I'm writing angst! You may find the LevYaku fluff at @haikyuu-philia! It isn't my best work, not at all really, the plot is a bit rushed, but I tried!

Morisuke didn't really know how it happened.

One minute, he and Lev were watching a movie. The next, the TV was turned off and they were arguing about something so pointless that Morisuke didn't even bother to recall the topic. And now, he was in the waiting room of the hospital.

'Think, Morisuke,' the shorter of the dating duo pinched himself on the knee. 'I'm the guilty one. I know that,' another pinch. 'Why the hell did I throw that stupid book at him?!'

Ah, yes. It was because Morisuke was so stupidly upset that he had chosen to throw a book, quite a thick one at that, at Lev that he was where he was right now. He was so annoyed and pissed off that he was blinded by temporary anger.

Without knowing, Morisuke had thrown the book right at Lev's head. After that, there was a rather loud thump, as if something else was hit. And Morisuke didn't hear it because he had stormed off to cool down, but there was a tiny whimper of pain.

After nearly half an hour of Morisuke grumbling and pacing around their shared room, he had finally cooled off. He had quietly walked back into the living room, which was were they had fought, and was very surprised indeed.

Morisuke didn't remember hearing the shatter of glass.

What he had seen was his version of horrific.

Lev was lying face up, eyes closed. There was a little pool of blood underneath his head, staining the grey locks Morisuke had grown to love. The book that was thrown was open at page 271, but that wasn't a priority.

What was, however, was the fact that Morisuke was so blinded by childish anger that he didn't even hear anything. What Morisuke had gotten in the hour and a half of waiting was that he had hurt Lev, and Lev was so taken aback, literally and figuratively, that he had crashed into the glass cupboard behind him, breaking the glass.

And after that, Morisuke was still trying to figure it out, Lev had somehow ended up with a cut and very purple bruise on the front left side of his head, and a very sharp shard of glass about the size of his palm lodged in his head near the cut and bruise.

Morisuke had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying.

"Idiot," Morisuke whispered, head in his knees. "Idiot, idiot, idiot," he couldn't hold back the tremble in his voice.

That shard looked deep inside too.

"Goddammit," Morisuke sobbed softly, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging hard.

He hadn't called Tetsurou, or Kenma, or Kai about this situation. Maybe he should have.

All Morisuke knew was that something was going to happen to Lev, and he wasn't going to like it.

Just imagining the picture in his head made Morisuke feel like gagging, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Yaku Morisuke?"

At his name, Morisuke jumped and stood abruptly. His legs were trembling, so were his hands. Perturbation was running through his veins.

Slowly, Morisuke made his way over to the doctor who had called his name. "Y-Yes?"

The doctor sighed softly. "Now," she began. "Both you and Lev are lucky that the glass isn't deep enough to cause permanent damage,"

Yaku held his breath.

"However," the doctor continued. "He did knock his head very hard. Morisuke," she frowned. "May I ask, how hard did you throw that book?"

Morisuke blinked slowly. How hard did he throw that book? He couldn't seem to come up with an answer.

The doctor bit her lip, seeming to understand.

"Well, however hard you threw it, it hit his head directly at his left hippocampus,"

Morisuke blinked. Hippocampus? What in the world was that?

"The hippocampus is an organ in the brain which mainly deals with memories,"

Yaku gulped, already knowing what was going to come.

"There is plenty of damage to Lev's hippocampus, and therefore, he will suffer from retrograde amnesia."

Morisuke felt his world collapse.

"A-Amnesia?"

Amnesia.

Wasn't that where you forget your memories?

"Yes," the doctor nodded. "Amnesia. Retrograde amnesia, so he won't be able to recall many memories from his past."

Morisuke took a shaky breath.

"S-So...so he can forget about m-me?"

The pain in his chest was too much.

"...it's possible."

Even if that wasn't a definite answer, Morisuke still felt as if Lev wasn't even here anymore.

"I see. M-May I go visit h-h-him?"

"He's very fragile. You must be very careful."

And so, Morisuke trekked to Room 078.

One knock, and he slowly swung the door open.

Morisuke nearly choked.

Seeing Lev looking so innocent almost made him want to leave because he didn't want to ruin it.

"Hm? Hello sir!"

Morisuke bit his lip. Sir?

He closed the door and slowly made his way over to the chair next to the bed Lev was laying in.

"H-Hello..."

"Hi!"

Plop.

"E-Eh? Sir?! Why're you crying?! Are you okay?!"

"O-Oh, I'm fine.."

"Are you sure, sir? You look really sad..."

"No, I'm f-fine. S-Say, I don't think I...know your name."

"Haiba Lev, sir!"

"...Yaku. Yaku Morisuke."

"Let's be friends, Yaku-san!"

"...let's be friends, Lev."

Oh, what you didn't know.

Wahhh, I'm not exactly proud of this work...

Anyway, Day 1 complete!!

#haikyuu #hq #haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#yaku morisuke #haiba lev #levyaku #lev haiba #oneshots #haikyuu oneshot #angst

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