#i ﾉ will ﾉ be dragging him by the arm to visit all the lovely stalls in port ormos mueheh 😈

[mwarlyn]

me when he .. ૮Ꮚ ྀི.ܸ .ܸ ꒱১

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

requested by the lovely @m4rshm4llow​ (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

Mark Lee

i think mark is quite good with children too when he’s not frozen in awkwardness

but i wouldn’t trust with him alone with a kid for too long tbh

like i see him as someone who could probably entertain a kid for a couple of hours succesfully but taking care of them?? yeah no (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

so let’s say he had to tag along with you to babysit because he didn’t want to waste any time he could spend with you *let my boy receive his love*

but he’s not thaaaat excited he just hopes that the kid will get K.O.-ed early in the night so he could have some alone time with you( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°).... TO CUDDLE ya nasties

so when you arrive at your cousin’s house and you come in

he surely DIDN’T expect a kid to literally throw himself onto you and cling to your legs while chanting your name o(*^▽^*)o

the only way you can get him to detach so you can walk is if you pick him up in your arms

“y/n, who’s he?” mark just stares at the chubby finger pointed at him and produces an *HIGHLY AWKWARD* smile like (*′☉.̫☉)

“oh this is mark, my boyfriend”

*silence* “ew”

now hold on rewind

did a kid just ‘ew’ at mark (｡☉︵ ಠ╬)

and then he had THE AUDACITY to cling to your neck while rambling about his new robot toy and mark had to THIRDWHEEL the entire night

now he’s sure you have superpowers how could you tame that!!??!?! even haechan could be considered mild in comparison to... this ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

he’s pouty the entire evening while you play and take care of the newly spawned devil in town who HOGS your attention the entire time

so when he finally runs out of energy a bit later than mark would have hoped for, he’s quick to envelop you in his arms and drag you into a well deserved cuddle session ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“what took you so looong?”

“sorry sorry, i had to look under his man for boogeyman”

“pffft i think boogeyman is the one looking under his bed for that kid”

but he does melt when he remembers the way your eyes sparkled as the child giggled excitedly on your lap while imagining himself in the picture too (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

Huang Renjun

renjun as we all know is just a bit short tempered so i’m not sure where he stands in his relationship with kids 눈_눈

but also he brings up his younger cousins quite often and he seems very fond of them whenever he talks about them

so i guess he likes kids but like good kids ya know Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

so let’s say you’re shopping in like one of those bigger supermarkets

and you hear cries

your mother instincts literally GO OFF LIKE CRAZY

renjun doesn’t even have the time to blink before you’re dragging him in the direction of the noise with such precision you might as well have a radar at this point ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

turns out a little girl was lost between the tall aisles

renjun is a lil bewildered cause what is he supposed to do? not like he’s tall enough to see other the aisles in his dreams maybe

but you seem to know EXACTLY what to do as you crouch down in front of the girl and speak to her so gently not even renjun can hear properly

and then as if nothing happened she stops crying

just like that so renjun decides to try his luck too o｜◕ˇ▽ˇ◕｜ツ

“come on, let’s go find mommy and daddy”

and lemme tell ya the little girl sprung into your arms and clung to you with everything she had as she mumbled into your neck

“i only wanna go with miss” (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

his eye twitched a lil ngl （；¬＿¬)

and that’s how you end up taking a stroll to the announcement desk with a whole child gripping onto your hand

renjun would have never imagined his grocery run to turn into this

he only wanted some damn carrots not a frickin child ಠ╭╮ಠ

thankfully it didn’t take long for the parents to run over and thank you for returning their child safely but there was only one problem left

getting her to let go of you

that was a whole ass dramatic goodbye

poor renjun was left exhausted after this he gave up any grocery run he intended to do and dragged you home pronto (ﾉTдT)ﾉ

he admires you so much for how you handled the situation and how you seemed to be so natural and in your element he can only think of how great of a mother you will be in the future with his beside you hopefully

Lee Jeno

one word, his greatest asset: PATIENCE

i see jeno as a man of patience which is more than just helpful when it comes to handling children ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.

he’s also volunteered in all these programs that involved children and he did really well if you ask me soooo he’s a good ally to have (︶.̮︶✽)

and you really REALLY want to volunteer together at one of those like emergency centres for children or something

and who is he to deny his love? he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, you’re too cute in his eyes so he lets you get your way anyway

so before you step inside one of the caretakers gives you some advice

warns you that the new kid, a little girl still in primary school, is still very closed off and wary of everyone

but as you step inside the kids get drawn to you like moths to a flame, swarming around you and asking you questions while dragging you in the living room to play with them

jeno just trails behind, watching the entire commotion with his soft eye smile as he understands (◍•ᴗ•◍)

he knows that you just have a way with people, he’s been in the same position mesmerized by you, it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much and seeing you so purely happy surrounded by children

MELTED HIM ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

eventually you drag him into the happy circle too and he seems to fit in just right by your side with giggling children everywhere around you

he ends up using his muscly arms ᕙ[ ˵ ͡’ ω ͡’ ˵ ]ᕗ as swings

“hey!! i’m stronger than you!!! let’s have a fight!!!!”

you just giggle as you colour some pictures with a few kids but stare at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye

jeno is so simply happy and comfortable he doesn’t even notice when you disappear from the crowd at first

but when he does his eyes search wildly for you like a lost puppy Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)

but then he spots you

curled up on a small couch in the corner of the room, deep in conversation with the new girl whose eyes seemed just a little brighter as you clutched her hand in yours warmly ｡ﾟ.(*´◡` )

and jeno just realises again

you’re just working your charm once again and once again jeno falls for you for the nth time, deeper than the last time and lighter than the next

Lee Donghyuck

this manchild right here smh ୧༼◔益◔୧ ༽

now don’t get me wrong i’m pretty sure he’s decent at least with children

given he has two younger siblings and he often talks about hanging out with his little brother also have you seen that vid with the little girl?? the was he talked to her ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

buuuut BUT he’s also DYING like a fish out of water without attention

so when he invites you to tag along to his hangout with his lil bro

he didn’t expect TO BE THE ONE THIRDWHEELING!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

you keep feeding and pampering his brother who basks in your full attention half because he loves it half because he loves the annoyed look on hyuck’s face

“babe i want some kimchi too” (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

“oh!!! sure, i’m sorry for hoarding it all”

and as hyuck awaits with his eyes closed and his mouth open with a pleased smile

you plop a bowl of kimchi in front of him and turn back to his brother as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt

hyuck, muttering to himself: ‘i should have left you home, you lil brat, both of you traitors!!!!!’ (ノTДT)ノ ┻┻

he pouts and sighs dramatically with crossed arms the entire night while watching you interact oh so sweetly with his little brother

but he can’t deny the warm feeling of fondness swarming is his chest seeing you get along so well with his family and being so genuinely happy when you’re with kids

still complains to you when he gets you alone

“i can’t believe you love my brother more than me!!! ME, YOUR SWEET LOVELY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!!” ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

“first of all, i wouldn’t stretch it that far-” “how is that stretching-?!??!”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry, my sweet lovely cutie boyfriend, i just missed him, he’s so cute and i haven’t seen him in so long and he seems to grow so fast every time we meet” (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

NOW hyuck is real soft how can he be mad at you when you’re THIS ADORABLE AFSKSGDFSAF-

hyuck just presses a sweet smooch to your temple and mutters

“he only acts that cute with you, he’s a devil at home”

“sheesh, i wonder who he takes after” *pointed look* (￢ε￢　)

Na Jaemin

my man here will most likely compete with YOU for the CHILD’S attention

it’s like GAME OVER for him if a child rejects him ε-(≖д≖﹆)

he’s never gonna get over this betrayal from both sides

so let’s say he takes you with him when he offers to babysit a cousin or neighbour idk you get where i’m getting at

and he’s already ‘play buddies’ with him as jaemin likes to put it (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

and you’re slightly acquitanced with him from a previous visit to jaemin’s house when you coincidentally met

so when jaemin opens the door and announces his presence LOUDLY, the little boy doesn’t waste A SECOND to waddle in the hallway and meet you both ლ(＾ω＾ლ)

and jaemin crouches to meet him midway and-

and he *swooshes* past jaemin and into your open arms while giggling

jaemin, a lonely man in the middle of a hallway: (ಥ⌣ಥ)

the entire day, your boyfriend tries to steal the kid’s attention or bribe him over with sweets or toys

now you’re wondering who the real brat is

is salty about the UTTER rejection but also can’t help but watch you both so fondly with a proud hopefully in future for real fatherly smile (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

“are you practicing, y/n?”

“pardon?”

“practice, are you practicing?”

“for...?” ∑（´△｀○）

“ya know” *wiggles eyebrows* “taking care of our future children”

“learn how to control your own brat at home read jisung first and THEN we can talk, jaemama”

jaemin can’t believe this low blow, how could you after everything he’s done: cooking for you, taking you on bike rides even though he was the one who wanted to, even buying pads!!! or even worse!!!!! STRAWBERRY YOGHURT!!!!!! ∑(ﾟ台ﾟlll

he’s still pouty as you all put on an animation and snuggle a blanket

but then!!!! you fall asleep with the little boy in your embrace

and jaemin!!!!! just!!! CAN’T!!! stay mad!!!!!! cause you’re both just SO absolutely irrevocably CUTE!!!!!! ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

so he just HAS TO lay a *meaningful* smooch on your forehead as he sleepily moves closer to you both, one arm wrapping loosely around you while the other caresses the child’s head, lulling the both of them to sleep his protecc instincts kicked in y’all

Zhong Chenle

he has already expressed his wish to have a family someday since he wants to live the same happiness his brother does with his own family

which i think is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS

and we all know he’s WHIPPED for his nephew ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ)

but unfortunately

that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good with children yet

let me give you a context over here

so he’s left alone for a short while with his baby nephew which shouldn’t be too bad since technically chenle is an adult at least legally okay??

and right things are all good until BABY STARTS TO CRY i’m talking about the actual baby here although chenle might cry too at this point

and chenle just PANICS when he realises that just shushing won’t work and whacking a hand over his mouth *cough* like he does to jisung *cough* isn’t an option (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

but thankfully, you’re there!!!!!!

“may i?” you ask chenle as you stretch out your arms in his direction

chenle has never passed over anything faster in his entire life џ(ºДºџ)

so when you coddle the baby in your arms and just gently bounce him a little he just settles down so cutely and most important QUIETLY as he stares up at you with curious eyes, small fingers curling up around a necklace swung around your neck or just the fabric of your shirt

chenle is all like (๑•́o•̀๑)!!

HOW DID YOU JUST DO THAT!!!!

and he watches with eyes even more curious than his nephew’s eyes as the baby slowly dozes off peacefully in your arms (꒡ ω ꒡ )zzz

it just hits him just how natural the scene looks

he approaches carefully once he’s sure his nephew fell asleep and lays a gentle hand on your head as he peers down at the cute chubby baby face

“you’re a life saver, how did you even manage to do that?” ◎ܫ◎

“you know, i have to take care of you all the time so-”

he flicks your forehead faster than you can finish that sentence

way to ruin a moment (oT-T)

but *SIKEEE* the baby fusses a little as soon as you frown and chenle immediately freaks out

he showers the spot on your forehead with kisses and his nephew settles down once again as you smile at him proudly ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

chenle rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t wish for this scene to become familiar to him sometime in the future

Park Jisung

this chick is still a baby who barely hatched

so he’s still in CONSTANT WONDER of the world ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ

and in this episode of ‘jisung the explorer’ he’s discovering... ACTUAL babies

so you were on a date at the local mall when you met with a family friend of your mom’s who was struggling with her fussy baby girl in a carrier while trying to shop for some baby products

so you offer to watch over the girl until her mom finishes up (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

but just as you’re about to attach the baby carrier to yourself, an old woman asks for directions around the shop

so you pass the baby to jisung for literally a minute to show the lady the way └(>ω<。)┐

and jisung is HIGHKEY PANICKED

he holds the baby by the underarms at arms length and obviously she doesn’t enjoy that and just starts wailing in the middle of the shop

and people just... stare (,Ծ_Ծ,)

and jisung is all like ‘IT’S NOT MINE!!!!! AND I’M NOT STEALING OR MISTREATING IT EITHER!!!!!!’

the moment you’re back in his sight, he’s THRUSTING that tiny loud bald creature in your arms it’s a child jisung ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

and he expects for you to panic too but right away

the baby quietens down as you cuddle her close to your chest and coo softly in a hushed baby voice

and she plays with your shirt while you glare at your boyfriend (눈_눈)

“y/n, you sorcerer, how did you just shut it off?”

“i didn’t ‘shut it off’, she’s a baby not a tape recorder”

“oh REALLY, i couldn’t tell the difference for a moment there”

you just might consider returning jisung and keeping the baby（ ಠωಠ）

he watches in wonder as you entertain the baby for the next few minutes until her mother comes back

and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile widen with tenderness once you get a small giggle out of the baby (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

he supposes maybe she isn’t so bad since she makes you so happy

even though she was louder than even chenle which is an accomplishment at this point

and when jisung notices your slight pout once you gave the baby back and parted ways he makes sure to shower your face in kisses until you regain the same smile that made him fall so deep in love with you

[anemo-writes]

Hello! If requests are open can you write Childe with an s/o who loves ocean animals (especially whales) and gets ecstatic about said topic? During his boss fight I got so excited by his giant whale that I forgot to dodge the attack HAHA

yes of course ! and omg this totally sounds like something i would do (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ this was such a cute request to write~

Childe with a S/O who loves ocean animals

Aquarium dates are a must. I don’t know how many aquariums they have in Teyvat, but as soon as he finds one, he will drag you to it on one of his days off! He’s equally excited as you—one of the things you guys bonded over was your love for ocean animals, after all. If you allow it, he’d love to bring Teucer along as well (whenever he visits out of the blue, of course); the three of you walk around together holding hands and it just looks adorable. He’ll allow you to drag him around the place, silently adoring the way you look so animated as you bombard him with random facts about the animals. Don’t turn your back on him, however; he’ll pull out his phone and take random pictures of you admiring the sea life—he’ll deny it if you ask him, but if you happen to catch him in the act he’ll say something the lines of, “You were reel-y cute, I couldn’t help it!”

When the two of you are done walking around, you better bet the two of you will raid the souvenir shop—if you so much look at something for more than 5 seconds, in the basket it goes! He’ll keep it in there even if you insist that it’s fine; he doesn’t mind spending extra mora on you, especially if he gets to see that look of pure happiness and excitement that you get when you see something you like. Not getting a whale or narwhal plushie is not negotiable, especially when he knows how much you love them. He’ll find the biggest plushie in the store and buy it for you—you’ll walk out of the store struggling to hold a 3-foot whale plushie in your arms while he holds at least three bags of merchandise. Let’s just say that the souvenir shop made enough to restock their entire store (which they would have to do anyways, considering the amount of merchandise the two of you bought).

Ooh, expect a lot of trips to the wharf as well; it’s the perfect place to see all the different species of creatures, but also a really nice chance to just walk around together and spend some quality time together. If you go in the right season, he’d be totally down to book an appointment to go whale watching—just imagining you leaning over the edge in awe as you watch the whales swim past your boat is enough to pull out his wallet and hastily pay for tickets! He’ll find a more secluded spot on the boat to watch the whales with you, chin resting in his hand as he listens to you ramble about how blue whales are the largest animals to have ever lived, finding it incredibly adorable whenever you let out a small gasps of excitement when a whale emerges from the water.

He’ll also gift you lots of little gifts, such as starfish-shaped hair clips and anything ocean-themed, really. He’ll even go out of his way to find the perfect jeweler to craft a necklace along with a whale pendant for you :) I’d also like to think that he would buy matching t-shirts with something like an otter on them with it saying, “me and my significant otter”—he’ll definitely take a photo of the two of you and send it back to his family in Snezhnaya, who find themselves shell-shocked (haha, get it?) that you could put up with his antics the way you do. But I don’t know if that’d be canon or not, so I’ll just sneak it in here~ (●’◡’●)ﾉ

[oikaw-ugh]

Oahsjsjsj joining your match up game👀i’m 4”11 *sobs in short*, i love hugs!! my friends say im bubbly and an absolute workaholic, im a photojournalist and sometimes illustrator for the school paper, i love football, i tend to hype people up 24/7 because i want to remind them how special and important they really are, im super hyper but hella insecure asf (secretly a crybaby lmaoo), i love taking pictures and i just love hugs and hand holding🙈♥️

HELLO, CHUUU! Thank you for sending this! I love our childhood friend!Kita please write them soon 🥺

Andddd I match you up with...

AZUMANE ASAHI! ←(>▽<)ﾉ

Look at that cute bean

Asahi because the tallxsmol dynamics IS ✨ SO ✨ FREAKING ✨ CUTE! ✨

Plus, you're super kind and Asahi is super kind so??? It's given?

Also, I miss being a journalist :((( was an editorial cartoonist and sports news writer!

YOU WORK FOR THE KARASUNO JOURNALISM CLUB!!!!

You can't change my mind

You're both assigned to take a photograph AND to write a sports article for the Karasuno Volleyball Club!

You're not alone though. You have your clubmates with you, only that you all are assigned to different people.

So you were assigned to Tanaka and Asahi, the spikers of the team.

And let me just say...

Asahi was in awe

You're literally, a baby beside him! Looking at you carrying tons of papers just gives him the urge to help you!

And so he did.

Asahi: Here, let me help you! *Crouches low to level with you*

You: Thank you, Asahi-san!

His heart: EXPLODE

All throughout the duration of the interview, Asahi was so flustered. Especially when you glanced up from your papers and you look at him, the giant just: HDJSJSJSJS is so confused.

Tanaka is too engrossed with the fact that he's being interviewed, by the way, that he didn't notice Asahi getting so flustered beside him.

When the interview was done, Asahi had the tiniest urge to ask for your name.

Asahi: Ummm...May I know what's your name?

You: Oh, it's Lizzie, Asahi-san!

Hmmmm

You definitely had to see Asahi from time to time because you needed clarifications and additional information for your article.

Asahi whenever he sees you enter gym: y e e t

Eventually, he'd start loosening up around you, though

But don't get me wrong! He's still so whipped!

Like, he just looks at you so fondly when you start sharing stories with him.

He loves hearing stories about you! Like, how you show him the specs of your camera and how you ended up becoming a journalist.

You told him about different departments. Like, science news, editorial, editorial cartooning, etc. and he's in awe because he's always been a sports guy, not a writing guy.

He loves it when you compliment him, too! It makes him feel so giddy that his cheeks would blush so hard he always has to cover his face.

But anyways, you're friends now!

But not for long...

This entire time, Asahi throught he only sees you as his cute kouhai.

Whenever you pass by at the hallways, greeting him, talking to him and stuff, it just makes him melt so hard.

Like, he's lowkey used to people assuming he is old and scarry? So he likes you approaching him?

I've said this before but HE LOVES HOW SMALL YOU ARE BESIDE HIM

Whenever you two are together, he'd always have to stop his urge to protect you and stuff

Like no, Asahi, we don't carry our kouhais as if they are a sack of rice

Asahi has not picked up yet BUT THE KARASUNO TEAM HAS ALREADY

Especially Suga! One look at how Asahi looks at you, he definitely knew that Asahi likes you.

Suga would eventually tell the others and before Asahi knew it, the WHOLE team is telling him he likes you!

Asahi: But I don't?

Suga: Hah, what a bull. You like them!

And when it finally sinks in to Asahi that he does like you, he's so NDHSJSJSJ FRIGGING CUTE! Imagine him blushing furiously just by thinking of you, or like his lips smiling whenever he thought of you two's previous conversation

And like when you're around? KDHSJSJS HE'S SO ANXIOUS IT'S ODDLY CUTE 🥺

Like, he's so stiff when you asked for follow up questions for your article and stuff

You: What was your main inspiration on becoming a student athlete?

Asahi: Yes

I think a confession happens because of Asahi's friends (AKA Mommy Suga, Daddy Daichi, Noya, Tanaka, and the rest!)

I can just imagine them like ALWAYS pushing him to confess but he's like N O P E. But they were able to convince him during your school's festival!

Like imagine you were photographing for the press club only to be dragged by Noya towards the wedding booth!

And JDHDJSJSJSJ Asahi was so sincere when he said 'I do'.

Dates are very chiiiiiill 👌

I see you two contented with mild PDA. Arms clinging to the other, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, him relaxes as you spoon him, surprise cheek kisses and stuff HDHSHSJSJ

Though Asahi becomes very flustered, he loves them!

He loves playing with your hands the most. They are smoother and smaller compared to his that were larger and more calloused.

I think you also introduced him to other sports! I see him as a 'one sport' type of man.

So he's definitely going to ride along with your obsession with rugby!

Speaking of 'ride along'...

YOU ARE HIS 100% HYPE MACHINE!

And he just melts with how supportive you are? One time, after practice, you showed him snaps of him and that made him so soft

You: I took snaps of you while practicing.

Asahi: But, Lizzie, why?

You: Because you look pretty 🥺

I see you two enjoying cinemas. Idk why.

Also, people gawk whenever they see you two because you two?? Just?? Look?? So?? Cute??

You two scream ulzzang aesthetics!

Especially when he crouches down just so you'd reach his head or stuff :>>>

He knows you're workaholic!

And he supports it

Whenever he visited you and you couldn't give him the attention he'd prefer, he understands! He'd be silent at the side just so he wouldn't distract you 🥺

Like:

You: Oh! Azu, when did you come?

Azumane: 3 hours ago c:

You're both insecure. The main roots of your fights.

You both think your not fitting for the other and it just hurts you two?

"You think I only loved you because of that?"

"Admit it, you don't want to be with me. It's just that you're stuck with me."

"They look better than I do. Why don't you go out with them?"

I think fights are rare but very emotional. As you're both v positive people.

When fights occur, they take weeks, or months even!

But don't get me wrong, there's no cold treatment. It's just that...the problem keeps on getting discussed again and again.

"This again? I thought we talked about this."

"That's not true! How many times have I told you?"

Apologies are at the tip of your tongues.

Like, God knows how much you two want to apologize but you think it would bother them?

WHICH IS DEFINITELY NOT THE CASE

Although you're treatment with one another is normal, there's this awkward tension around, yk? And that's what makes you two guilty.

But in the end, I think apologies are made at the most random times.

Like, Asahi suddenly squeezing your hand on your way home.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie." Like that.

BSHSJSJSJ I HOPE YOU FIND THIS GOOD, CHUUU 🥺✨

[helloabominacion]

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A/N:  so so so, it's quite never-wracking publishing something here because i don't have a clue how AO3 works, but I’ll have my chances here on Tumblr. As you can see with the gif, this is a toshinori yagi x exotic dancer!reader.... Yeah, i don't know what i was thinking, so please enjoy.

A/N: AAAAAALSO,   ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ as i promised, @damnit-samnit , im tagging you in this

“Where the fuck it’s my bra?”

“God, I need to smoke now!”

“Do you have any painkillers? I can’t deal with these cramps.”

It was quite fun to observe the antics of your companions through the reflection of your illuminated mirror, you had already seen this before and these moments always happened when the girls were clearly stressed out of not having enough time to take care of themselves before hitting the stage. A fond smile spread your unfinished lips, you wanted to take a few seconds to be able to snicker at them, women trotting around half naked with high heels and since the dressing rooms were a bit cramped, there are probabilities someone will bump with another person.

With a slight sigh, you returned to the task of painting your lips with this deep carmine, which made your skin stand out beautifully. It’s to be expected that anxiety and nerves ate away your stomach. Millions of times you've done your acting on stage, the confidence you felt every time the audience burst into applause, pride bubbled at the expertise you had every time you spin with the metal tube.

And no matter how many times you try to focus on those feelings, there will always be a little voice full of malice whispering at your side, that you are not good enough for this place.

But that can be easily solved.

You got up from your seat for another girl to use it since you had finished with your look for tonight. Always straps on your legs with something on top that could be see-through, like the black long skirt you had. This time you added something adorable, a pair of stockings attached to the straps because it’s a pain in the ass always rolling them up and as a final touch for the top, a black bralette with embroidered floral lace in the areas of the breasts.

At first, you thought it was too much black, but in the end, you loved it with the little shines the skirt had, besides when you were going to hit the stage there’ll be lights on you.

And you couldn’t avoid small spin you did with your ankle boot high, it's not your fault that you felt pretty. Why do most people think that being an erotic dancer will give you a bad reputation? It actually gave you a few perks.

“Venus, girl! Stop ogling your ass and come outside with us!” A woman with a bunny outfit address you.

‘Well, duty calls.’ You thought, huffing amused by the judging glare from the other female but it switched to a playful glare as she flung an arm around your shoulders, dragging to the loud madness of music and lots of alcohol.  

Yeah, being an erotic dancer might have a few cons but you were able to deal with them with a positive attitude.

                                                              ◃☆▹

‘Why me?’

It's like the sixth time he was lamenting in his mind, embarrassment giving a nice shade of red on his face while anxiety gnaws at his stomach, well, part of the organs that he still had. His fellow teachers were persistent this week, surprising him with his guard down and there were sometimes times when his response was blood coming out of his mouth. And there was no way to escape since he was cornered between them, Nemuri and Hizashi were chatting between them. Thrilled that at last, their plan had finally succeeded.  Have forced the number one hero of all Japan to have a little bit of fun. At first, it wasn’t easy to have a specific date, since the three heroes had busy schedules but at the end, they were able to find the perfect day where the three heroes had no patrols, no papers to grade or classes to prepare for their students.  

Although the patrols didn’t apply to Toshinori, with the small disadvantage that he can only sustain his other form for a short time.

Of all the places, Toshinori never thought or imagined he would be forming in a line to enter a Strip club. He’d assumed the duo would drag him to a club to “relax”, he’d even imagined that Hizashi would drag him to the dance floor or Nemuri would try to convince him to drink a bit, which he’d warned them before that he wasn’t in a position to drink.  

Cerulean hues look up to see the sign of the building, ‘CHERRY POP’ with a pink neon light that illuminated the dark streets and civilians who also formed a line, the said fruit replacing the O and anyone would figure it out the innuendo behind the sign. With just thinking about it the heat in his cheek increased. Nerves tightened his throat as he was guided by Nemuri and Hizashi, it was their turn to enter and Toshinori was already praying that this would end soon.

Don’t get him wrong, a part of him was actually happy that at least his colleagues involved him in their activities, it made him feel less old but there were some comments that gnawed his mind when Midnight invited along with an excited Mic, even the duo had thought about inviting their old friend with deep eye bags but Aizawa had rejected the invitation with a death glare.

‘You need to get out of that apartment, All might-san! It’s not healthy for you.’

‘YEAH! We get it that you are number one hero but even you deserve a break!’

He cannot take breaks! Toshinori devoted himself that he would do everything in his power to be the symbol of peace for the world. It doesn’t matter if he reaches the limit of his quirk, if he has a way to help in any kind of way, he would do it. And that has caused him so many sacrifices, his organs were hanging by a thread if he wasn’t careful with his food, he depended on pills and you better believe this tall lanky man has some self-doubt issues about himself.

Toshinori was welcomed by the soft pink and purple lights, it was large but with many people occupying the tables and dancers attending to customers, it felt a bit crowded. And immediately his eyes stuck to the ground, perplexed to the type of clothing the women were wearing but what was he expecting? This was a stripper club after all!

“All-Might san!” Midnight had to stand on her tiptoes and raise her voice a bit, due to the blasting music. “Can you get the drinks? Yamada and I’ve to find a good spot, okay?”

He appreciated his friends but Toshinori was sure they’ll be the cause of his death. Before he could protest, Nemuri walked away, chasing after a Hizashi who was being cornered by a pair of twins wearing student outfits. The bar wasn’t difficult to locate, it took most of the place with a bar that emitted a purple light. Toshinori notices it was a bit empty, some people at the end of the bar drinking or talking to one of the girls.

With hurried steps he went to the bar, avoiding physical contact with anyone or contact visual, keeping his eyes on the bar and trying not glanced at the revealing clothes from the woman. If his memory didn’t fail him, usually Hizashi would drink beer and Nemuri would like tequila and as for him? Water can be an option, or perhaps he could use the advice from Midnight.

With a polite smile, he asked the bartender for drinks and watched the dark-skinned man use his hair to take the bottles and glasses, which Toshinori noticed were actually tentacles like an octopus, pale in lilac tones. The blonde waited, crossing his arms over the bar and sighed to calm those nerves, hoping this adventure would end soon.

He’d mentioned before the bar was half empty because most of the people were busy enjoying themselves and the women were taking the drinks to the tables, what a weird services Toshinori thought but his attention was drawn to this figure sitting on top of the table bar, slouching over while drinking.

It was another dancer but they didn’t seem to participate like the other women, Toshinori crossed the idea of them being a customer by their choices of clothing. He returned his attention when the bartender returned with the drinks, Toshinori still hasn’t asked something for himself so he wondered if this place would have juice?

A rattle noise distracted him, Toshinori observed as one of the locks (tentacles?) from the man stretched out just to give the girl a small object and the blond recognized him.  The blonde man was well aware of possible drugs being taken here, and probably this place has a permit but Toshinori wasn’t interested in that, he didn’t want to be intrusive and didn’t want to cause a scene but his hero conscience shouted at him to stop them, to avoid a tragedy about someone who died due to an overdose.

Meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of a hero.

It only took him two strides to be at their side and land one of his bony hands on top of theirs, stopping them before they can open the bottle.

“Please, don’t do it.”

                                                      ◃☆▹

By "come outside with us" it actually meant: sit on the bar and observed how everyone was working, but at least you got a tip for doing a lap dance to a group of college students, you enjoyed how the shy boy was a wrecking laughter by your performance. Clearly obvious it was his first time visiting the cherry pop. You loved this kind of reactions, pride swelled your chest to see that you did a good job of bringing them joy in their night.

The drink you were holding was a combination made from Lulu, something to get you in the mood, vodka with some sprite. Simple but you already felt the heat in your body rise a little but not enough to get dizzy. Slumping your shoulders as you heaved a sigh, you already felt this night was going to be long but you soothed your impatience with the fact that you only had to wait thirty minutes to start with your act.

 The rattling noise by your ear brought your attention and without looking you took the small bottle from Lulu's slimy tentacle, you were grateful the barman kept your candy hidden, there were many times you had a little craving but you avoid the food, vomiting while performing is something you don’t wish to experience. Putting your drink away so you can have your hands free, why did you put your skittles in a medicine bottle? You always promise to bring a more suitable container but you always forget it.

With the drink affecting your temperature, it also affected your reflexes because you would’ve flinched by the intrusive hand that invaded your sight but you didn’t. You blinked twice owlishly, your eyes followed the long arm until they connected to these sunken eyes with cerulean irises.

He was tall and you didn’t want to exaggerate but you were sitting at the bar, and it was high, this man wasn’t tilting his head up to look at you, his head was slightly leaning down to look at you!

That’s how tall he is.

You knew his hair was blond despite the lack of light and was rebellious, it reminded you like the mane of a lion. And his sharp features, they were accentuated by the bangs on the sides of his face. You've met millions of people with different appearances but him? He was the first one to leave you with a gaping mouth but now you were wondering why he stopped you from eating your sweets.

Maybe he wanted too? Your eyebrows pinched with confusion by the choice of his words, what does he mean “don’t do it”?

And Toshinori noticed it, the confusion filling your features and your eyes shifted between his hands and face.

Oh right, he has to explain why he stopped you.

“Please don’t do this yourself.” Toshinori began, removing his right hand. “You think have no way to escape but there is one and I don’t think to damage your body own is the answer.”  Toshinori hoped his words would have got an effect on you, to make you reflect on your actions and he was ready for any reaction you’ll throw him. Anger or mockery were the first two he was expecting but now it was his turn to blink perplexed.

You began to laugh.

He wasn’t sure if you were laughing at him or at the situation but the way your cheeks redden, the way you were trying to muffle your giggles with the back of your hand.

It made his insides twitch.

Your laughter faded but you still had a smile on your lips, you weren’t really laughing at him but about this man's assumption, he thought you were ingesting drugs and it was cute that someone took the trouble to worry. It’s true in this club there are several drug addicts, some of your companions are. You can drink until you suffer a massive hangover the next day but to take something that can make you see flying pineapples is a big no-no.

“Oh no, no!  These are not drugs.” You assure as you opened the bottle and pop a green one in your mouth. “It’s just candy, I get hungry in the job so I’ll always keep something to bite on.”

You could see relief washing over his features and also ashamed reddening his cheeks. “Ah, I’m glad. I’m sorry for, well touching you, it wasn’t my intention to startle you like that. I just wanted to, well help you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” You munch a blue one until you had an idea. “Would you like one? It’s from the red bag.”

“Eh?”

You gave the bottle a slight shake, emphasizing your offer. You just wanted to be nice, even though you were a bit selfish when it came to candy. Toshinori stared at your outstretched hand for a few seconds until he shook his head, with a friendly smile on his sharp cheeks he answered.

“Thank you but I’m afraid I’ve to decline.”

They weren’t dirty if he was thinking about it, but you didn’t insist, understand that not everyone would accept sweets from a stranger and less than an exotic dancer. It’s clear this man has never been in a strip club and you thought he was a gentleman, the way he blushed and how he apologized because he only touched you without your permission.

You weren’t sure if this man was acting or he’s truly a gentleman.

Working in this type of business has taught you a thing or two, actually, the other dancers had to teach because in your first months working in the cherry pop you were unbearably naïve. With the corner of your eye, you noticed the drinks, who the bartender was keeping guard. You assumed he was with some friends and he had to ask for them.

Conjuring a lovely smile, you thought it would be a great idea to play with him, to kill some time. Also, you wanted to see if really is a gentleman or just someone who’s pretending to be one.

“Are you with your friends?”

Your question caught him off guard, for a moment the blond thought you were going to go after that but you didn’t. And Toshinori wished you did, apparently, he forgot how to speak with another human being.

“I-I yes, I'm with some colleagues,” Toshinori replied while looking at the spot he got separate from Midnight. “They’re supposed to get a seat well uhm, for this.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear.” You acknowledge as you leaned forward liking how the tall man was leaning backward. “I hope you and your friends like the show, it’s about to start again.”

Toshinori tilted his head a bit as he cocked a thin eyebrow. “There’s going to be a show?”

“Uh-hu!  In this club we throw something different each week, tonight we’re going to throw some Lip sync and, and- what the heck,” Your eyebrows pinched in confusion, you had to stretch your neck to observe a dancer who was making strange gestures, and towards you. Comprehension showed in your features since that weird dancer was actually your friend Mamacita, who was still making you wild gestures and they must mean ‘honey, it’s time to go!’

“I really, really must be going, it’s time to get ready for the show.” Taking your cold drink from the bar and carefully you chug it down, you don’t want to ruin your make up.

“Right, of course, you’ve work to do.” Toshinori nodded but it sounded so awkward. “Oh, let me help you.” He extended a bony hand for you and you gladly took it, shinning a grateful smile for his help you step down from the colorful bar when your shoes touched the ground you shook the imaginary dust of your skirt but you only did it with only one hand since the other was occupied, being held by the tall man.

You didn’t know his name and you didn’t want to know, it is for sure you would never see HIM again. You huffed amused again by his attitude, apologizing to you again while he let go of you.

You wave it off with a shrugged off your shoulders.

“I’m off. I hope you enjoy the show, see you later⁓” You sashay away, swaying your hips just a bit, knowing well the adorable and awkward man was watching your behind. And Toshinori scolds himself for letting your hips create some filthy thoughts, with an annoyed huff he paid the drinks and walked away with them. It wasn’t difficult to locate a wild Yamada who chatted heartily with other dancers just like Nemuri, who was clearly seducing some dancers.

“Ah, Yagi-san! For a moment we thought you bailed on us!” Nemuri exclaimed as she scooted, patting the red cushion beside her, gesturing for the blonde to sit.

“Yeah, we’d to fight some punks for this spot!” Yamada added, taking the jar and giving a sip to the golden liquid. Toshinori’s face paled, looking between the two heroes.

“Wait, please don’t tell me you actually fight?”

Nemuri gasped after she gulped a tequila shot, faking indignation. “You offend mesir, I would never!”

“We only talked and rudely, they left after Nemuri threaten them. Nothing special.” Hisashi added. “

Toshinori sighed, they definitely going to be their death.

“Ah, c’mon Yagi-san! But guess what? These lovely ladies told us there’s going to be a show! Some type of competition?”

One of the dancers dressed as high schooler giggled at the forgetful expression of Yamada, so she explains. “That’s right, that’s right! Every girl needs to throw a little dance to the audience with their most wild movements and at the end, we see who wins!”

Hizashi and Nemuri were interesting about who was going to be in this little show and the “high schooler” cheerfully began to name them.  Mamacita, Divine, Coco, there were so many creative names the blonde wondered which one would be yours, not the real one of course because he assumed it was important for all the dancers to maintain their privacy. The excited shrieks of Yamada and Nemuri took him out of his mind, apparently, they were going to start with the show and surely they would have a good look since their table was a bit close to the stage.

“Good evening lady and gentleman!” the DJ started announcing. “I hope everyone is having a good time in our cherry pop because is about to get spicy up in here!”

The crowd broke into applause and whistles, ready to enjoy what the dancers were going to demonstrate tonight. Toshinori breathed a chuckle, amused by the exaggerated applause of the other two heroes and he was also curious about this show.

“Alright, alright! Just a little briefing for any new here: our girls have to show off their best routines and the one with the most applause is the winner!” Now without further a due let me present our first girl!

To be judged by applause? It seemed fair, although Toshinori had some doubts he kept them to himself. What if two dancers have an amazing routine? Would they tie?

“Three times champion! Our heartbreaker, and cold goddess, Venus!”

Toshinori was startled by how the crowd broke into applause, the men jumped from their chairs and whistled like wolves when the aforementioned dancer came out from the curtain and paraded on the stage, showing off her attire. He threw kisses to the several men who tried to get their attention, sending them seductive smiles that are surely false, but a girl must always keep her act real.

Toshinori blinked owlishly

It was you, your name was Venus.

Well, your professional name in this case.

“Aight, settle down boys! Don’t make me call security.” The DJ warned, you also have to remember that it’s a place full of drunken men and surely some will try to cross the line with one of the girls. “Let’s get ready to fuck shit up, Venus!”

The music coming from the speakers vibrated in his body, he didn’t recognize the song but had a sensual rhythm, which you moved your hips to the rhythm of the song.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO CAUTIOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

COUNTING UP THE STACKS ON THE COUNTER

A FUCKING DISEASE!

You were not singing that is a fact, there were dancers in the place who could dance and sing at the same time. Either it was talent or surely it was a quirk related. You did your own routines in your home, playing the songs you liked and dancing in front of your huge mirror. Because there were too many times there were fights between girls, discussing movements that were copied.

Everyone was delighted with the movements of your hands, arms, and legs. Men threw bills on the stage or sometimes you took a one to put on your belts.

You were lip-synching Toshinori pointed because obviously that was not your voice and in the way, you exaggerated your lips a bit with the lyrics. And that made him be on the edge of his seat, making eye contact with the crowd was crucial because it shows you were confident in what are you doing.

DON’T ASK ME TO BE RIGHTEOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU TEACH

COUNTING ALL YOUR BLESSINGS

THE SECONDS YOU’RE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES

You took off your skirt, throwing it behind you, eager to swing yourself with the metal tube.

SO WHY

WHY DON’T WE GET A LITTLE HIGH, HIGH?

Not so sweaty hands wrapped the cold metal and the memory of your muscles could lift you up, swinging with the rhythm of the song. That familiar red taste almost shot out of his mouth, men and women again broke into applause to your daring skills, Toshinori covered his mouth but his cerulean irises were glued to your figure, they did not leave your figure, which still moved with sensuality with the tempo of the music.

Shit

Holy shit

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EXO REACTION: S/O visits them at the studio.

monsta x

Xiumin:

They were just taking a break when you arrived and he’d already feel a slight bit calmer seeing you walk in. You two were just sitting and talking about random stuff and he’d try to keep it all in but the moment you asked him if he was okay, he just let all his frustrations out and you’d just sit there and listen. That was all he truly needed.

“Thanks Jagi.” He said after he had calmed down at the end of his rant. “I didn’t do anything.” You chuckled and a smile appeared on his face at the sound. But you did just enough, you were there for him, and you were you.

Suho:

When you arrived he was already calmed by your presence, just enough for him to get trough the day until you could go home. He wanted you to wait for him to get done and at that request you knew he was stressed. 

He’d wait to get home before he’d tell you everything that was on his mind. Your hands running over his shoulders or your fingers playing with his hair as he rested himself against you was so calming that he forgot all bout his stress and he’d just smile at you, happy you were there for him.

Lay:

He would be tired and annoyed at the world but when you arrived, he promised himself that he wouldn’t work it out on you. But that resulted in him straight up avoiding talking to you. You were slightly hurt but you knew something was wrong and decided to talk to him about it later and you started talking to the other members instead. This only annoyed him further. He huffed and came to sit next to you and Kai who was previously talking to you quickly left seeing the aggravated look on his face. it wasn’t every day you saw this fluffy unicorn that annoyed.

“Are you okay?” You pouted placing your hands at either sides of his face. “No.” He huffed. “Baobei, I love you.” You said in Chinese which never failed to make him smile. His mood lightened and he realised how stupid he was actually acting. “Let’s go get some food later.” He said hugging you and you happily agreed. He would tell you most of what was on his mind over dinner that night.

Baekhyun:

Usually when you entered the room, his eyes would light up and he’d smile brightly at you. But this time was different, he barely looked at you. So it wasn’t hard for you to realise that something was up. You’d try to give him all your love but instead of cheering him up, it only irritated him.

He snapped at you and went back to practice and you’d just sigh not knowing what to do anymore. You sat on the couch, waiting for him to get done, when he suddenly came to lay down. His head in your lap and arms wrapped around your waist, he’d apologise. You never really blamed him in the first place and tried to comfort him further by running your fingers trough his hair and over his back, which definitely worked. He fell asleep like that, in the comfort of your lap.

Chen:

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Practice had just ended when you arrived and he was certainly happy to see you. He smiled and hugged you before you two headed home. He’d immediately dragged you to the couch and cuddled into you causing you to let out a soft laugh. “You okay?” You giggled and he’d start his rant. His sentences were occasionally interrupted by a soft scream so he could let all his frustrations out. Afterwards you’d do whatever he wanted. Go out and run around like idiots or stay in and cuddle, anything to cheer him up. You’d always make sure that he could let his frustrations out immediately, leaving him the smiley dinosaur that he is.

Chanyeol :

When he was so stressed that it showed, there had to be something big going on.

You often went to visit exo at the studio with some snacks at hand but this time you were met by a  very worried Chen and Baekhyun. Chanyeol had practically locked himself in the recording room and wouldn’t talk to anyone. “Chanyeol?” You carefully asked as you walked in and he immediately let out a sigh. “Are you okay?”  He didn’t answer so you walked up to him, standing in front of him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Only then did you realise that he had been crying. “What’s wrong?” You asked. He pulled you closer and hugged your waist before talking. “ Harabeoji.” He started “Everything has been so stressful with our new comeback and now  harabeoji needs surgery and I can’t be there because of these stupid comebacks.” He sniffled. “I just want to give up.” he sighed, hugging your stomach tighter as your soothingly ran your fingers trough his hair. ”Hey don’t say that. There has to be a way. You can ask for a few days, can’t you? And if that doesn’t work, I’ll go for you and I’ll keep you up to date.” You suggested. ”You don’t have to do that. Just stay with me, okay?” You would give all your heart just to help him while all he really needed was you by his side.

woops

DO:

Andeeeeeee!! Kyungsoo oppaaaa!!

He’d just stay quiet the entire time you were there. He’d constantly be close by your side but that was about it. You knew something was up but you knew better than to question him while you two were still in the studio. You’d try to calm him with slight touches and he’d play with your fingers whenever he had some time to actually sit sit you. You two arrived at your apartment, opening the door with one hand wile holding his with the other. When you two walked inside you heard the door close and he tugged your hand ever so slightly. You turned to face him and saw a single tear run down his cheek. He always held it all in and you know it was getting too much for him. So you pulled him close and hugged him till he calmed down. You’d comfortably talk about what was bothering him while sitting on the couch, bodies tangled and your fingers playing with his hair.

Kai:

sorry not sorry

He knew you were coming over so basically just gave you a kiss and went back to dancing. He had been practising his solo for hours on end and you could see he was getting frustrated. You were sitting near the radio and decided to help him calm down a bit.

You quickly connected your phone and turned on an upbeat song, Shake it by SISTAR. He turned around abruptly to see you smirking at him. “Jagiyaaa, I need to practice.” He whined. “You’ve been practising for too long. You need to clear your head for a bit. You’ll just make it worse if you continue.” Kai sighed and hugged you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. When he pulled away you smiled up at him. “Come one, let’s shake it.” You grinned and the two of you messed around for a bit, bringing that bright smile back to his face.

Sehun:

When you arrived at at the studio, Sehun looked completely drained. He slowly walked up to you, back slightly hunched and without a word he hugged you earning a chuckle from the other members.

“You okay?” You asked and he simply hummed in response making you chuckle. He’d ask you to wait until he was done and you did exactly that. When he was finally done he just grabbed your hand and dragged you out to go home.  You’d cuddle and talk the entire evening. 

He’d just need you to hold him.

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

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Haikyuu!! - Send Me On My Way

Happy birthday, Kuroo cat! ​(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ May your special day be filled with sanma (with a hearty dash of your boyfriend)!

Pairing: Kurodai

Summary: Teenaged boyfriends crossing distances and being in love. Kuroo gets the best (belated) birthday gift ever. Also found here on AO3.

Sequel to "When Can I See You Again?"

Word count: 3,866

The afternoons turn cold with the coming of autumn and Kuroo adapts—meaning that he prepares to go into hibernation under two layers of blankets and at least two layers of clothes on at all times. Despite being a November baby, Kuroo's body was not made to withstand the cold and Kuroo shudders in his bed, burrowing deep into his warm nest of blankets. His stomach growls and he should have been up ages ago but he doesn't want to leave the comforting warmth of his bed and head out into the less comforting cold of his room yet. Besides, Kuroo reasons as he nuzzles his face deeper into his pillows, it is still technically his birthday week and he gets to do whatever he wants.

Somewhere to his left, Kuroo's phone buzzes once, then twice, then thrice, and Kuroo turns over in bed lazily, squinting to look at the stream of messages coming in slowly on the screen, all marked with Kenma's name.

"Kuro"

"My mom wants you to come over"

"To pick up something"

Kuroo stretches his legs out under his plush blankets, too warm and comfortable to move, and he brings his phone up to his face to type.

"Now?"

While waiting for a response, Kuroo switches back to his lockscreen and the corners of his lips lift in a giddy smile as he sees Sawamura smiling awkwardly back at him, badly lit by a nearby lamppost in the night and blurred around the edges by his amateur selfie skills. It is the most endearing picture Kuroo has ever had of his boyfriend, and the first real photo he had received from Sawamura, which is why he had set this as his wallpaper immediately after Sawamura had sent it to him.

Kuroo had debated long and hard with himself if he should have used the first paparazzi shot of Sawamura that Sugawara had sent him as his wallpaper but he had eventually decided against it. Sawamura had been embarrassed about it, even though it wasn't even that raunchy in Kuroo's opinion, but Kuroo doesn't want to be flashing that picture of Sawamura to anyone who happened to look at his phone. Kuroo felt strangely possessive of that picture of Sawamura, like it was his duty as Sawamura's boyfriend to protect his gorgeously hot body from everyone else's eyes. Excluding Karasuno of course, since there was no helping it when they shared the same club room and Kuroo needed someone on the inside to be taking pictures of Sawamura for him.

Sawamura would probably kill him for this, and maim Sugawara a bit, but Kuroo had received a few more pictures from an unknown number after that day, all of Sawamura and all of him decently dressed this time. They were candid shots of Sawamura at school, the classroom and the gym, smiling or sleeping or laughing or eating or getting angry at the juniors or just being Sawamura in general. The pictures alleviate the ache in Kuroo's chest when he thinks about Sawamura, just enough to tide him over the lonely waves of missing Sawamura.

Kuroo has never realised it before he met Sawamura, but Miyagi is so far from Tokyo and even if they are both in Japan, Sawamura could very well be in a whole other country, a whole other continent, a whole other planet as far as Kuroo is concerned. It doesn't matter how far Kuroo is from Sawamura because it is still distance between them when all Kuroo wants is to be close to Sawamura again.

Kuroo's chest aches again and Kuroo buries his face in his pillows. He misses Sawamura so much. He wants to see him, not just in pictures, but in person. He wants to hold his hand and tell him how much he likes him until Sawamura's face turns bright red in embarrassment. Kuroo has never thought of himself as a particularly romantic person but being with Sawamura brings out giddy sides of Kuroo he never thought he had.

Kuroo's phone vibrates in his hand again and Kuroo peeks out from his pillow, shaking his hair out of his eyes until he can read Kenma's messages.

"Mom cooked extra saury rice"

"She insists on feeding you"

"Since your parents aren't home"

That makes Kuroo perk up and his stomach rumbles at the thought of it. Slowly, ever so slowly, Kuroo rolls over in bed and sticks a leg out of his blanket, shuddering at the chill that runs up his skin. He braces himself and sticks another leg out, turning until both his legs hang off the side of his bed. Then he braces his feet on the floor and drags himself out of bed zombie-style, successfully waking up for the day in the middle of the afternoon.

Lunch, or more accurately, brunch, had been a concern for Kuroo before Kenma had messaged him and Kuroo had been thinking about what to make which wouldn't take too much time or use up too many dishes. But now that he has food—his favourite, no less—waiting for him over at Kenma's, that is one problem solved and Kuroo yawns widely as he pulls a thick sweater over his bedhead before he heads down to the front door.

Yawning again as he pulls the front door open, Kuroo nearly walks into someone standing right on his front step and he startles, taking a hurried step backwards into his house before he collides with them. It isn't Kuroo's parents or any of his other wayward family members and nobody else had any business standing right in front of Kuroo's house in the middle of the day so Kuroo brings himself up to his full height, ready to intimidate or fight as he stares down at the person standing before him.

"Surprise?" Sawamura greets him softly, his eyes dancing with amusement at the sight of Kuroo puffed up like a startled cat before him.

"Sawamura?" Kuroo asks incredulously, all the fight leaving his body. It is surreal seeing Sawamura in a place that Kuroo passes through daily and Kuroo blinks, looking over Sawamura's head and surveying the area outside his house to make sure that he was still in Tokyo and at the right house.

"Hey, I'm right here." Sawamura takes a step forward, which brings him right into Kuroo's space as he grabs Kuroo's face with both hands.

Sawamura's hands are cold against Kuroo's skin and Kuroo touches the back of Sawamura's hands tentatively, sliding his fingers between the gaps of Sawamura's fingers as the realisation that Sawamura is really standing here before him sinks in.

"You're cold," Kuroo says dazedly, covering Sawamura's hands with his. Sawamura's hands are slightly smaller than his, Sawamura's handspan not quite matching up to his, but they are broad and solid and usually warm from what Kuroo can remember.

"That's because I've been standing out here while Kozume tried to convince you to get out of your house, you lazy cat," Sawamura says but there is no bite behind his words when he is smiling this wide and looks pleased with himself for surprising Kuroo. "So what got you out in the end?"

"Saury," Kuroo blurts out.

"I'm sorry I'm not saury," Sawamura laughs.

"You're better than saury." Kuroo holds Sawamura's hands in his and pulls him back into the house. The door shuts behind Sawamura and Kuroo wraps his arms around him, turning him around in a giddy half-circle until Kuroo's back meets the front door with a light thump. This is the warmth he remembers and misses, radiating through the layers of clothes Sawamura has on. Sawamura's arms loop around his waist and Sawamura sighs softly, echoing Kuroo's thoughts as he rests his head against Kuroo's shoulder. The ache in Kuroo's chest is still there but it is a good ache now, brimming with warm-coloured emotions which spill into his shaking voice as he breathes out against Sawamura's hair and says, "I missed you so much, Sawamura."

Sawamura's arms tighten around Kuroo, his cheek pressed to Kuroo's shoulder, and Kuroo can hear the smile on his lips, the affection in his voice as he replies, "I missed you too, Kuroo."

---

Surprisingly, the saury rice was not just a lie to get Kuroo out of the house and it is the next best thing that today has to offer, right after Sawamura showing up at his front door. Kenma had passed the homemade bentos to Sawamura on his way to Kuroo's house and Kuroo perks up as Sawamura takes them out of his bag. There is enough for two, with side dishes included, even if Kuroo is certain that any portion of saury rice would have been enough for one (himself).

"You should have told me you were coming over," Kuroo says as he sits across from Sawamura at the dining table, all ready to dig in. "Why all the secrecy with Kenma?"

"I wanted to surprise you," Sawamura says, taking a generous mouthful of rice, "and Kozume agreed to help."

"Surprise me?"

"It was your birthday about a week ago." Sawamura's chopsticks still. "I didn't get you anything then."

Kuroo can't help the smile that spreads across his face, more happy than teasing as he asks, "Are you my present then?"

"Think of it as a belated home visit," Sawamura replies nonchalantly, even though his cheeks burn a faint shade of red.

"So... like a date?" Kuroo presses on, his smile sharpening into a delighted smirk.

"Keep that up and I'll go stay over at Kozume's instead," Sawamura tells him.

"You're staying over?" Kuroo drops the smirk, surprised. Sawamura had been carrying a duffel bag when he came in but Kuroo had not realised that he would be staying here in Kuroo's house. With Kuroo.

"Kozume said it would be fine but if it's not, I could go somewhere else..." Sawamura says, his tone questioning.

"No, it's fine! Stay over," Kuroo tells him hurriedly. "There's no one else at home now."

"Oh," Sawamura says and the lingering warmth in his face flares bright red.

Oh, Kuroo realises what he just said a second later and what it could possibly mean when it was just the two of them alone at home.

"I didn't mean it that way," Kuroo backtracks quickly. Or maybe he did, subconsciously, because it was just the two of them alone at home and thinking about it that way makes Kuroo's heart pound so fast he think he might need to leave the dining table to go lie down somewhere now.

They haven't actually been dating for all that long but Kuroo is acutely conscious of how attractive Sawamura is, even more so after receiving that picture of him, and far from hoping that nothing will happen between the both of them when they were alone at home, Kuroo hopes that something will happen, if Sawamura wanted it too.

Kuroo shoves his food into his mouth and starts chewing if only to stop himself from saying anything else that would possibly make things even more awkward between them. It isn't every day that his boyfriend comes over to Tokyo to see him and Kuroo is going to make the best of it. Across the table, Sawamura clears his throat self-consciously, his face returning to its normal colour in the embarrassed silence that ensues between them.

---

Later at night, Sawamura kisses him right out of the shower and Kuroo has just enough sense of mind to catch him around the waist before they both overbalance and go sprawling on the floor. While enthusiastic, Sawamura had misjudged the distance between them and his mouth collides with Kuroo's painfully, his chest bumping against Kuroo with all the force of a body slam. Kuroo staggers backwards and Sawamura grabs his forearms to hold him steady, his face warm against Kuroo's.

"Sorry," Sawamura mumbles out, leaning away from Kuroo. The scent of his soap and shampoo lingers between them, intimately familiar because it is the same mingled scent that Kuroo wears.

Kuroo rests his hands in the dip of Sawamura's lower back, locking his fingers together to keep Sawamura from pulling back further, and he knocks his forehead against Sawamura's, holding all of his undivided attention as they stand just inside the threshold of Kuroo's room. The rest of the house is dark, the lights turned off for the night, the only people around being Sawamura and him.

Something is happening between the both of them as Kuroo hoped and Kuroo's skin tingles where Sawamura touches him, his heart pounding in his chest where Sawamura is pressed against him. He hadn't missed the look of determination on Sawamura's face when he had stepped into Kuroo's room, surprise painting his face when he had met Kuroo in the doorway and thrown himself forward to kiss him. In fact, Kuroo thinks that Sawamura might have kissed him because he was startled more than anything and the thought of Sawamura initiating a kiss in panic makes Kuroo's lips twitch in a stifled laugh. But the fact remains that something is happening between them and Kuroo wants to keep it going.

Sawamura isn't going anywhere with Kuroo holding him like this, the both of them freshly showered and ready to turn in for the night. Sawamura doesn't wriggle out of Kuroo's arms or push him away but he does look embarrassed about basically punching Kuroo in the mouth with his.

Kuroo presses forward, nudging Sawamura with his forehead and looking into Sawamura's eyes as he smirks at him. "Wanna try that again?"

"Don't be so smug," Sawamura tells him, blinking brown eyes which swim in Kuroo's vision when he is this close to Sawamura. "The first time you kissed me I nearly ended up with a split lip."

"I think you nearly split my lip this time," Kuroo runs his tongue over his bruised lips contemplatively, his smirk widening as Sawamura follows that movement with his eyes. "We should probably get more practice in while we have the chance. If you know what I mean." Kuroo wiggles his eyebrows at him.

"Just tell me to kiss you already." Sawamura laughs, cupping Kuroo's face with his hands and leaning up to press his lips against Kuroo's more gently than before.

---

In the morning, Kuroo wakes up warm with his blankets bundled around him and a solid weight against his chest. Kuroo rarely sleeps on his back but if Sawamura wants to use him as a makeshift pillow then Kuroo can adapt. This is his first time sleeping in the same bed as Sawamura and he wonders if Sawamura had spent the whole night tucked into the crook of his arm with his head pillowed on Kuroo's shoulder or if it had been a position that Sawamura had assumed after waking up. Movement comes from Sawamura's side and Kuroo blinks sleepily up into the sunlit room, nuzzling his face into Sawamura's ruffled hair and breathing in the scent of his own shampoo on Sawamura.

"Kuroo," Sawamura's voice drifts over to him, "what's your phone password?"

"Zero six zero— Wait a minute." Kuroo wakes up and looks over Sawamura's head, catching sight of his precious phone in Sawamura's hand, one digit away from being unlocked. Kuroo lunges for his phone and misses as Sawamura moves his hand out of the way. "You sneaky little... You're trying to delete my birthday present, aren't you?"

"No, I just wanted to check out your music," Sawamura says innocently and Kuroo doesn't believe him for a second. "Zero six zero?"

"Give it here." Kuroo reaches for his phone again and Sawamura dodges his flailing arm. But Sawamura is still within reach, given that he is half-lying on Kuroo, and Kuroo closes his fingers around his wrist, rolling Sawamura over and pinning him against the bed in a tangle of limbs as he tries to get his phone back.

Flat on the bed under Kuroo, Sawamura stretches his arm out as far as it will go but Kuroo has the advantage of having longer limbs and he reaches it easily, only to find that he can't pluck it out of Sawamura's stubborn iron grip. Sawamura grins triumphantly at him and Kuroo narrows his eyes at him. Then Kuroo sticks his hands up under Sawamura's shirt without warning, pressing cold palms against Sawamura's stomach and tickling his sides with icy fingers, which makes Sawamura yelp and squirm under him, his face contorting in laughter.

Kuroo swipes his phone from Sawamura's spasming fingers, cancelling the lockscreen and shoving it into his pants pocket. Under him, Sawamura's breathing evens out as Kuroo eases up on him and Kuroo drops onto him, resting on Sawamura's broad chest and tangling his feet with his under the blankets.

"Anyway, I already backed up my phone so even if you did delete it, I have spares," Kuroo taunts him with his well-earned victory. "If that was your sole purpose of coming all the way to Tokyo and infiltrating the Kuroo house, you've failed, Sawamura."

"Damn, I've been found out. This means that I have to go now," Sawamura sighs, his chest dipping under Kuroo's. "Get off, Kuroo. I have an emergency escape to make."

"No way." Kuroo nuzzles his neck, burying his face into the warmth there. "Tell them that you've been captured indefinitely. You're staying with me now."

Sawamura hugs him around the neck, his hands finding their way into Kuroo's hair. "I guess I have no other choice then. Looks like you won't be receiving any more pictures of me from your usual source since I won't be going back to Karasuno."

Kuroo jolts, peeking up at him guiltily. "You knew about that?"

"Now I do," Sawamura says, grinning. "I figured that Suga was up to something but I never caught him in the act. I was going to check your phone for evidence but I guess I don't need to anymore."

"Sneaky," Kuroo says, impressed despite himself. He looks at Sawamura pleadingly. "Are you going to cut me off?"

"Mmm, no," Sawamura decides, patting Kuroo's head. Then he furrows his eyebrows and fixes Kuroo with a suspicious look. "He isn't sending you anything like the first picture, is he?"

"No, you're fully clothed and gorgeous in all of them," Kuroo assures him. "Well, except for the one where he caught you drooling on your textbook."

"Ugh, he would send that." Sawamura makes a face. "Show them to me."

Kuroo flips over and wriggles until he is in the same position that Sawamura had been in just now, tucked against Sawamura's side with his head pillowed on his shoulder. He has a growing, dedicated album of Sawamura pictures by now and he likes the way Sawamura's face turns bright scarlet when he sees his almost scandalously topless picture at the start of it all. It is still one of Kuroo's favourites and Kuroo flicks past it before Sawamura decides that he wants to get rid of it now, backup copies or not. The rest of the pictures are not as exciting as the first, only that Sawamura is here to comment on them in person now, filling in details about what he had been doing then or what had caused a particular expression as he recognises the individual moments.

It's nice and Kuroo burns each little anecdote into his mind to revisit them when he looks through the album again. Since they don't get to see each other often, every picture of Sawamura is like a peek into how he is doing to supplement the phone calls and messages they share every now and then. Long distance dating had been daunting to both of them when they had first initiated it at the end of summer and Kuroo can't do anything about the long periods of time when Sawamura is in Miyagi and he finds himself missing him intensely but Kuroo wouldn't give their relationship up for the world.

"Send some to me too." Sawamura prods Kuroo as they come to the end of the album.

"What, these?" Kuroo gestures towards his Sawamura album.

"No, pictures of you. You have plenty of pictures of me but I haven't received any from you." Sawamura prods him again meaningfully.

"Sure. I'll even rope Kenma in to get some hot paparazzi shots of me in the club room. Maybe even the showers."

"I don't want to ruin your friendship with Kenma to fulfil my unreasonable demands." Sawamura says, amused.

"In that case, I'll just send you nudes. Straight from the source." Kuroo leers at him.

"I'm not sending you anything like that in return," Sawamura tells him but Kuroo notices that he isn't protesting the idea of receiving nudes from Kuroo.

"It's alright. I can use my imagination. But I might need a bit of inspiration." Kuroo rolls back onto Sawamura, bracing himself over him with his arms and smirking down at him. He lets a hand drift down Sawamura's side, his fingers toying with the hem of Sawamura's shirt and inching it up to reveal a stretch of delicious skin between his shirt and pants.

Sawamura catches his hand, his fingers fitting into the cracks of Kuroo's fingers as he holds him in place. Sawamura's other hand cups the back of Kuroo's neck, guiding him down to him, and his lips brush Kuroo's ear as he murmurs, "Let's save that for next time."

Kuroo had only meant to tease and he shivers at the promise in Sawamura's voice, his toes curling at the thought of what a "next time" would entail between the both of them. When Sawamura lets him go, Kuroo is certain that he is blushing, his face burning hot to the touch as he looks back at Sawamura, who seems unfazed for a change. Sawamura kisses him on the cheek then sits up, placing his hands on Kuroo's waist and easing him off so that he can scoot over to the edge of the bed.

Before Sawamura can get off the bed, Kuroo is there, looping his arms around him from behind and burrowing his face in his neck as he mumbles, "Maybe for your birthday I should go over to your house and surprise you."

Kuroo doesn't want to have to wait until next year for a next time. The next time they meet, officially, will be during the Nationals and both of them will be too busy trying to win their way through their respective matches until they can face each other on the court again. Kuroo wants that, but he also wants moments with Sawamura like this, when they aren't just rivals but boyfriends and Kuroo gets to hug and kiss and touch him when nobody else is around.

Sawamura's neck is warm and when Kuroo peeks sideways at him, he sees a telltale shade of red spreading over his skin, which was what Sawamura had been trying to hide by getting up before Kuroo could react. Not so unfazed after all, Kuroo thinks, grinning up at him.

Sawamura catches him looking and he gives up, leaning back against Kuroo and burying his face into his bedhead as he says, "I'll be waiting then."

[ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard]

19 as a fluffy prompt! :D Shenko or Shega :D

ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ Finally done!! Shame on me, Shoker distracted me xDDDD

Prompt: “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

I have chosen Shega, I love James and use any opportunity I have to show it hahaha

Thanks for the prompt! hope you like it!  ⁽˚̌ʷ˚̌ʺ⁾

They have rescued Eve from the salarian facility on Sur’kesh. Eve has been a surprise, a sad one because you can hear in her voice all the pain she has endured in her long life, but she has a kind soul and is the most surprising Krogan they ever met. Talking to her hasn’t helped to calm her nerves after the tense meeting with Wrex and Victus, old wounds festering. The venom of the genophage running deep and strong on their veins. She feels exhausted but has too many thoughts pestering her mind, and she knows it will be impossible to rest. With a sigh, she takes a deep breath after leaving the medbay. She needs a drink, badly.

When she reaches the starboard deck, Garrus is there with Adams and Cortez, playing cards and drinking. The biotic is the first to see her standing near the door. “Hey, Shepard. Come, sit with us.”

Taking a seat beside Garrus, she let her head fall to the table, sighing deeply. The Turian put a hand on her head, disheveling her hair with his talons. “That bad, huh? Steve, our Commander needs a drink, bring the venom.” The sound of the chair dragging over the metal floor is the only sign she got that Cortez is fulfilling the request. Soon, Garrus is pushing her shoulder, and when she sits back with a grunt, he puts a glass full to the brim in front of her face. “A toast for Eve.”

She picks up the glass and empties it with a long single gulp. Garrus chuckled beside her, taking a sip from his drink. “Want to share the news?”

Shepard looks at Steve, and he knows what she wants, offering the bottle he brought with him to the table. She grabs it with a grateful smile, refilling the glass and emptying it before answering Garrus, her right hand wrapped around the bottle. “Oh, nothing serious, just Wrex being Wrex. Is not enough that we have rescued Eve and that Mordin is working on it, no. He wants a cure, and he wants it now, not just created, but delivered.” A weak ‘Oh’ leaves Adams while Garrus just makes his mandibles vibrate, producing a low sound. “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” The dreading feel of the impossible mission she has ahead of her is beginning to push her down, and she fights against it, drinking directly from the bottle. The rest of them seems to notice that she didn’t want to talk about it anymore and return their attention to their drinks and cards, casting sideglances to her from time to time.

Time pass and the drinks are refilled for all of them. Shepard’s face is slightly flushed, but her mind keeps running in circles around the fucking Krogan problem. With a sad sigh, she finishes the second bottle, putting it down on the table. “I’ll let you play. I need something stronger than what we have here. I’ll pay a visit to Jimmy. He always has some tequila hidden in his little corner. Good night, gentlemen.”

When she stands up, she stumbles slightly, and Garrus has to grab her arm to stabilise her. “Take it easy, Shep. Are you sure you need more booze?”

With a grunt, she pats his hand lovingly, knowing that he is just worried. “Pretty sure. Besides, Jimmy will take care of me.” The chuckle that escapes Cortez didn’t pass unnoticed to any of them, but she decides to ignore it, knowing perfectly that he knows about her feelings for the young lieutenant. “I’m fine, really. Have fun. Good night.” When Garrus let her arm go, she walks as steady as possible to the door, leaving the room and moving directly to the elevator. Her biotics and the damn augmentations that Cerberus has installed on her body are taking away part of the drunk feeling, leaving her grumpy again for when she reaches the cargo bay. Stepping into the big room, the silence around her is just broken by soft gasps and sporadic metallic sounds. Moving closer to the cubicle where James has made his little haven, she leans on the wall, ready to enjoy the show in front of her. Vega is lying on his back on a bench, the barbell on his hands loaded with an impressive amount of weight. He is doing repetitions of five before letting the weights rest in the gun rack behind his head. After so many months living in close quarters with him, she should get used to that view, but she isn’t. The display of strength, the sweat on his shirtless body, the movement of his well-defined muscles when he begins a new series… She almost forgot why she had come here. Taking a good look to him, the remaining alcohol on her brain pushes her to do something stupid. Waiting until James begins a new set, she coughs, startling him, and making the bar slip from his hands slightly, forcing him to rest the bar on his chest, fighting with all his strength to keep the weight away from his ribs.

Looking to the side, James sees her there, with a coy smile on her face. “Damn, Lola! Do you want to kill me?”

“Not exactly my plan, Jimmy.”

“Joder. Don’t just stand there, help me!” James is trying to raise the barbell from his chest, huffing with the effort and the accumulated tiredness of the workout.

The devilish grin on her face has turned wider when she moves closer. “Oh, I’ll help you, but I will want some reward after.” Closing the distance to the bench, she straddles him, sitting on his abs and taking a tiny part of the weight from him. Not enough to help him to raise the barbell, but giving him a little break to talk. “I have come to ask for some of that tequila you have hidden down here, but now…” She lets her free hand rest on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his skin on her fingers. “Now I will push my luck.”

Using his chest as leverage, she raises the barbell with her right hand, giving James the chance to push it up until it’s resting on the gun rack. “Damn, Lola–” He can’t end the sentence before she is silencing him with her lips.

For several seconds, their lips are sealed, and he didn’t move, not even for breathing. With a sigh, Shepard sits back again, hands resting on his chest to impulse her up before leaving his body, walking backwards to the hangar. She was blushing deeply, but she tries to put a smile on her face, even when is pretty obvious how fake it is. “Well, it looks that I pushed my luck too much. Let’s make as if nothing has happened, will you? See you later, Vega.”

She turns to leave before he can say a single word, grateful to all the Gods out there that the elevator was still waiting for her, almost running to hide her shame inside of it. James’ voice reaches her when the doors are closing, and she sees him coming to the elevator. She didn’t try to stop the doors, pushing the button to her floor with insistence.

When the elevator stops on her floor, she leaves it almost running, opening the door to her quarters without thinking and walking directly to the bed, falling face first on it and covering her head with a pillow. ‘Fuck, I did it. I fucking kissed him and he not even reacted to it. I’m a fool, and now I’ve ruined the best friendship I had since Joker.’ She screams her frustration against the mattress, hands pressing the pillow even harder over her head. She was so centred on her own thoughts that didn’t hear the opening and the closing sound of the door, or the soft steps that move closer. When the pillow is pulled out from her fists, she gasps and turns on her back, just to find a bemused James, still shirtless, standing beside the bed. “James! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Being the biggest strategist of our days, I expected that you didn’t need an explanation, Lola.” With a quick movement, he sits on her hips, straddling her body while his hands rest on his thighs. “You have run away before I can react. Rude, I must add.” He can see the angry frown on her face turning to one of surprise slowly. “You can’t come to my room, kiss me and then run from me.”

Turning her face away from him, she whispered softly, brows furrowed. “You didn’t return the kiss. If you didn’t feel the same–”

His hands hit the bed on each side of her shoulders, startling her, and he hovers over her, the dog tags hitting her chest. “You surprised me. I’ve been dreaming of it for months, and I can’t believe it was real. But you have been as quick as ever, and for when I reacted you are already at the elevator.” Her eyes move to fix on him, surprise written clearly on her face. When she sees the sweet lopsided grin on his face, her mouth begins to turn up. “Let’s say that I wished for something like that to happen from– well, almost since we met.”

Confidence return to her and her hands move to his chest, the right one grabbing the dog tags and pulling him down. “Then show me, Jimmy.”

He lets her guide him down, resting his weight on his elbows. “Encantado, Jane.” His full lips crashed in her mouth with the passion of months of restraint, looking and longing without any hope of making his dreams come true. When her tongue darts away, following his lower lip, he opens his mouth, entangling their tongues in a new type of dance, one that makes them moan and gasp. James moves away to catch their breath and leans his face to nudge her nose. “Have I convinced you?”

“Maybe we need to kiss a couple of times more, or maybe a hundred of times more, just to be sure.”

“As my Lola commands.” Locking their lips again, they can feel the smile on the other face, and they shared a giggle. In their minds, the same stupid thought appears, and when James moves to roll them, making Shepard land on his chest, he voices his thoughts. “Let no regulation separate–”

Her laugh fills the silence around them, and she pushes herself up until her face is in front of his, the breath of her mouth tickling his skin. “What the Reapers have joined.”

Again, hope you enjoy it (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Unprofessional

Pairing:  Spencer Reid x Reader

Request:   anon asked: I am completely and utterly in LOVE with your blog, like, ahhhh. I was wondering if you would be willing to do one where the reader is dating our favorite genius and she's an actress that plays an FBI agent. Maybe the team comes to visit the set and they keep giving the cast tips to make it more realistic. OR how ever you want to roll with it! Keep of the good work hun!! ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ

Thanks so much for the kind words, muffin, it means a lot!  I hope I do your request justice!

“How do I hold them?” you asked Spencer again, the fake pistol in your dominant hand and the flashlight in the other.

Your boyfriend chuckled and prodded towards you, resting his hands over yours as he positioned the pistol in front of you on top of the flashlight.  “Like this.”

“I keep wanting to put the flashlight on top,” you admitted with a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“It’s fine.  Most crime fighting TV shows aren’t that realistic anyways,” he replied, picking up his go bag.

“Off to work?” you asked, aiming the props towards the window, practicing your aim.

“Yes, and you should be, too.  Isn’t your call time in an hour?” he asked.

You flicked off the flashlight and looked over at him.  “Yes, father,” you told him sarcastically. 

“I’ll see you later,” he said before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“Go save some lives,” you replied.

“You too, Agent,” he told you with a wink as he walked out the door to your shared apartment.  You rolled your eyes with a smile before heading back to your bedroom to get ready.

You made it to set a few minutes late.  Hurrying through the doors to the studio, you ran straight to hair and makeup, hoping you weren’t making a bad impression.  Although you’d already filmed three episodes, the show was new and most of the actors you were working with were like you, new to portraying FBI agents.  

“You’re late,” your makeup artist said as you sat in his seat.  

“I know, I wasn’t anticipating the traffic,” you replied, panting from the amount of running you had just done.

“Sure it wasn’t that FBI boyfriend of your’s holding you up?” he said with a smirk.  He began to pat your face down with powder, getting you ready and presentable.

“No, he was out the door way before me.  Keep your nose out of it,” you said with a small smile.  “What about you?  Boyfriend keeping you in order?”

“As always.”  He finished applying your mascara and got out a lip palette, brushing on a subtle color.  “Now go,” he said as he finished, “before Andrews has a fit that his star isn’t ready.”

“Thanks Marco,” you said, getting up from your seat and practically running to wardrobe.  Valerie, your stylist, quickly put together an outfit, a pantsuit and kitten heels.  Before you left, she handed you a Kevlar with ‘FBI’ on it.  You nodded and finally ran to set, where everyone looked like they were waiting for you.

Your director was looking down at his watch when you arrived, counting silently to himself.

“Seventeen minutes and forty three seconds, I think that’s a new record everyone,” he announced to the cast and crew.  

“I’m sorry I-”

“Let’s take it from scene seven,” he said, cutting you off.  It was a scene you weren’t even in.  The rest of the cast took their places, all of them looking at you with apologetic eyes.  You sighed and sat down in the seat with your name on it, trying not to drown in your embarrassment.

While they did takes on the scene over and over again to please Andrews, you stood up and walked away from the set, far enough the booms wouldn’t pick up your voice.  You pulled your phone out and dialed Spencer’s number.

“Hey,” he said when he picked up.

“Hey.”

“Aren’t you on set right now?” he asked.  You could hear him standing up, probably heading to get more coffee.

“I am.  But I was seventeen minutes and forty three seconds late,” you said, mocking the voice of your director.  “He decided to start on a scene I’m not even in.”

“Aw, babe I’m sorry.  Do you want me to come over there?”

“Don’t you have lives to save?”

“Seems like criminals took the day off.  Today we’re just killing trees.  Lots of paperwork.”  You heard him pour coffee.

“You should stay at work.  Just text me when your off, I should get back to set, anyways.”

“Okay.  I’ll see you later.”

“Sure.”  After hanging up the phone, you walked back to the set just as they were finished with the last take.

“Y/N,” you director said.  “Come here for a moment.”

Slowly, you made your way to him, tightening the prop holster around your waist, as if it was actually going to help.  “Yes sir?”  You decided not to apologize again.

“I want to say I’m sorry for my outburst when you got here.  We’re just on a tight schedule for this show and I need all my actors to be here on time.”

“I know,” you replied.  “And I’m sorry, too.  I should’ve looked at the traffic report.”  You were relieved he wasn’t mad.

“Don’t you have a FBI agent boyfriend?” he asked suddenly.  You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, Kendall is having trouble with how to hold his prop gun and Michelle doesn’t know how to get the handcuffs to work.  I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m sure he and his team are very busy, but I was thinking they could come help us out on set, give the cast tips on making believable agents.”  He looked hopeful, and you had to admit you were shocked that the more experienced actors were less prepared for these roles than you were.

“The team is pretty busy today, but I can ask, that’s not a problem,” you said, getting your phone out.

“Thank you.  And it’s no rush, if they can’t be here today, we can try our best.”

He walked away as you pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello again,” your boyfriend said.

“So my director has a proposition for you,” you said.

“What?” he asked, confusion laced in his voice.  “Me?”

“Well, your team.”

“What is it?” he asked, suddenly curious.

“A few of my cast mates are apparently having trouble being realistic FBI agents and handling to the props incorrectly”

“I see.”

“And Andrews was wondering if you guys would be willing to come by the set sometime and give them some tips,” you said.  The proposition seemed a bit ridiculous, but it was worth a shot.

“That actually works out perfectly.  Hotch sent everyone home today,” he said through the phone.  

“Then why are you still there?” you asked, knowing full well he was probably still sitting at his desk, continuing to fill out and finish paperwork.

“Because you’re at work and I didn’t have anything better to do,” he said, matter-of-factly.  “I’ll call the team now and text you when we’re on our way.”

“Wow, I honestly didn’t think you’d want to do it,” you stated, still a bit weirded out by the request, but hey, your cast mates needed help being realistic FBI agents and what better help would there be than real FBI agents?

“That’s just the kind of guy I am,” he replied.  He wasn’t lying, he was always up for helping out.

“I’ll see you soon then?”

“You got it, Agent,” he said and you could picture him giving you a mock salute.

“Bye,” you said sarcastically before hanging up.  

“Well?” Andrews said, walking up to you.

“Turns out they’re not busy today, so they’re going to come help out,” you said. 

“Perfect, thanks so much, Y/N.  And great work, by the way.  I know I don’t say that enough.” 

“Thanks,” you said with a chuckle, walking back to set, ready to finally film your scenes.

An hour later, the BAU team was there, all wearing ‘guest’ badges around their necks.  Andrews yelled cut and called a fifteen minute break.

“Hey, little mama,” Derek said, giving you a side hug.

“Thanks for coming you guys, I know it’s a weird request.”

“Anything we can do to help,” Emily said with a smile.

“Come meet the director.”  You lead the team over to him.  “This is Harrison Andrews.  Sir, this is the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.  Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, they’re technical analyst Penelope Garcia, and my boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid.”

He shook all their hands as you introduced them.

“Nice to meet you all.  And Y/N is an amazing addition to our team,” he said to Spencer.  “I know this isn’t the usual kind of business you guys do, but I really appreciate you coming to help, especially with the jobs you have.”

“Just let us know what you need from us,” Aaron said.

“Well, I think it will be easier to pair you with our actors, maybe give them all individual tricks and tips,” he said, nodding the team over to the rest of the cast.  All of them but Spencer followed, pairing up with the actors who needed the most help.

“He’s so weird,” you said, rolling your eyes at your director.

“And you’re not?” he asked, a smile playing on his face as he snaked his lanky arms around you.

You giggled and leaned into his embrace, kissing him.  Pulling away, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the set.

[individuationfic]

Seeking to Seize Chapter 15

AO3

“I,” Yosuke says, glaring at the floor, “am sick of these teleportation tile things.” The team has split up for this particular floor of Void Quest because of the frustrating gimmick so Rise can make a more comprehensive map. Of course he got stuck with Teddie, too, so he’s had to deal with his annoying chatter all afternoon. If he hears one more bear pun, he’s going to lose it. “How’s that map coming along, Rise?”

“You guys can come on back,” comes her reply over whatever mental link they all have in the TV world. “Chie-senpai and Yu-senpai are back, too, and Yukiko-senpai and Kanji-kun are almost done.”

Yosuke has no idea why Yu split the teams up this way, but he doesn’t feel like complaining about it. He just lets Teddie shoot back an affirmative and fishes the GoHo-M Yu gave him out of his bag. This is all they’re doing today; splitting up means they’re all tired, and Yu’s not going to let them continue now.

“Hey, Yosuke?”

He freezes in his motions. Teddie doesn’t usually sound that serious. “What’s up?”

Teddie still wears his bear suit in the TV world, so it’s a little hard to read his expression, but Yosuke knows he’s feeling insecure when he says, “Do you think Sensei likes me?”

Yosuke holds back a snort because honestly. “Yu likes everyone on the team, Ted.”

“He just started being able to understand me, though! How can he like me if we barely talk?”

Yosuke chooses to ignore the fact that “barely” was probably “bear-ly.” “You guys communicating through me or Yukiko is still communicating. You’re friends.”

And now Teddie looks like he might cry, and Yosuke really does not want to deal with that, so he chucks the GoHo-M to the ground to warp them back to the entrance. He’s having a hard enough time dealing with his own feelings, let alone dealing with those of a Shadow-bear-turned-kind-of-human.

This, he tells Jiraya, is not how I wanted to spend my summer.

And Jiraya laughs, because he’s just a jerk like that.

Rise thinks they’re almost to where Kubo is so after everyone heads home from Junes Yu returns to the store to stock up on healing items. He has to be a little conservative with his shopping; sure, Shadows drop money and items he can sell for money, but making sure everyone has good armor and weapons is a top priority, and an expensive priority at that. By the time that particular errand is done, Yu has scraps to deal with. He’d hopes to fold envelopes over the summer to save up some cash, but Void Quest has officially dashed those dreams.

He’s leaving the store with his usual haul (Mr. Salts, Mad Bulls, an inordinate amount of granola bars, etc.) when he passes the door to the Velvet Room and realizes how long it’s been since he dropped in for a visit. Margaret is one of his bonds, after all; maybe he should say hello.

The transition, as always, is more than a little jarring. It gets a little easier every time but, again, it’s been a while. He has to blink rapidly to make his vision stop swimming.

Igor is absent when he’s lucid again. Margaret is sitting in her normal place, the compendium sitting next to her, but, this time, that black and white cat is in her lap, luxuriating in her pets. ‘Hello, Yu,’ she signs.

He signs, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t visited for a while.’

‘You never have to apologize to me. My purpose is to aid you on your journey. You have no obligation to visit me for a social call.’

‘Doesn’t it get lonely with just you and Igor?’ Yu asks.

‘There is more to the Velvet Room than what you can see,’ Margaret signs, a wry smirk pulling at her lips. ‘Time and space function differently here. Though my earliest memory is of the Velvet Room, Igor was not the only one who had a hand in raising me.’ Her eyes flutter shut and she takes a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Her eyes drift back open and she continues, ‘A piano player and an opera singer provide a near-constant soundtrack for us. A human artist has made a home for himself here, painting portraits of those who visit us no longer. My siblings—’ Her fingers stutter. ‘My younger sister, Lavenza, is preparing for the arrival of her guest in a few years’ time. It is not as lonely here as it may seem.’

“Do you ever wish you could leave?’

Margaret isn’t an overly-expressive person, but Yu can tell what he’s asked has triggered some intense emotion. ‘In my experience,’ she signs, face carefully blank, ‘people who experience your world tend to not return. My family cannot take another one of us leaving.’

Yu winces and signs, ‘I’m sorry for upsetting you,’ because he doesn’t have anything else to say.

By the time Kubo’s Shadow falls, Chie is too annoyed to feel relief.

Because honestly, how unfair did Kubo want to be? Dumb baby in a dumb lego suit who attacks twice a turn/ Seriously, what the hell? And, sure, she wasn’t expecting a potential serial killer to go down easy, but this was just excessive.

Yosuke and Kanji drag Kubo to his feet after he falls and, after a curt nod of approval from Yu, Kanji knocks him out with a quick, controlled punch. Kubo didn’t awaken to a Persona after his Shadow was defeated, so he doesn’t need to know how the group operates. Yosuke and Kanji each sling one of his arms over their shoulders to carry him out.

Chie looks over at Yukiko, who smiles at her through her exhaustion. These big fights are always hard on her; she’s the group’s primary healer and, even with all the magical energy she has, it drains her fast. “Do you need help walking?” she asks, voice soft.

Yukiko’s answering nod is quick and grateful. “Please.”

Chie is at her side in an instant, wrapping one arm around Yukiko’s waist and letting one of Yukiko’s arms fall over her shoulders. Yukiko is taller than Chie, but Chie is stronger, and she actually likes how Yukiko’s weight feels leaning against her, so she doesn’t mind.

Her tired girlfriend secure, Chie turns to Yu and says, “What do we do with Kubo?”

Everyone looks at Yu, seeking guidance. After a moment, he signs something Chie can mostly understand, and Yosuke translates, “One of us needs to take him to the police station before he wakes up.” Then, Yu winces and continues. “It shouldn’t be me,” Yosuke translates. “My uncle doesn’t like it when he thinks I’m poking around the investigation.”

“I’ll do it, Senpai,” Kanji says. “I’m the one they’ll believe knocked him out.”

Rise says, “Say you found him at Junes. The security cameras can back you up.”

Yu nods in approval and starts signing again. Yosuke translates, “Good idea, Rise. Kanji will leave first and the rest of us will wait for a few minutes.”

Yukiko makes a disappointed noise near Chie’s cheek. Chie tries to ignore the shiver that runs down her spine at how close Yukiko’s lips are to her ear and tries to placate her by rubbing little circles on her side.

Plan made, they move out.

Yu is helping Nanako with her summer homework when his phone buzzes. He flashes his young cousin an apologetic smile and flips it open.

New Chat

[Kujikawa Rise]→[Narukami Yu]

[Kujikawa Rise]: Hi, Yu-senpai! ヽ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ Chie-senpai gave me your number! I hope you don’t mind!

[Narukami Yu]: I don’t mind. I’m sorry I forgot to give you my number myself.

[Kujikawa Rise]: It’s fiiine~ I was just wondering what you were planning on wearing to the summer festival. Now that we don’t have to worry about Kubo, it’s all I can think about!

[Narukami Yu]: Just what I normally wear, I think.

[Kujikawa Rise]: Σ(･口･)

[Kujikawa Rise]: Yu-senpai, festivals are special! You can’t just wear street clothes!

[Narukami Yu]: I didn’t exactly bring my entire wardrobe to Inaba, Rise.

[Kujikawa Rise]: Well, it just so happens that I’m at Kanji-kun’s house to work on summer homework, and Mama Tatsumi says she can lend you a yukata! (　＾∇＾)

[Narukami Yu]: What?

[Narukami Yu]: Textiles are her livelihood. I can’t let her lend me her merchandise.

[Kujikawa Rise]: “I haven’t seen Kanji this happy in ages! If Narukami-kun helped him get real friends, lending him a yukata for the night is the least I can do!”

[Kujikawa Rise]: That’s what Mama Tatsumi says.

[Kujikawa Rise]: Aw! (´ω｀*) Kanji-kun’s blushing! Look, Yu-senpai!

[Kujikawa Rise] sent an image

[Narukami Yu]: If Tatsumi-san insists…

[Kujikawa Rise]: She does!

[Narukami Yu]: When does she want me to come to the shop?

Yosuke thinks he’s handling his newly discovered bisexuality pretty well until Yu shows up at the shrine in a yukata.

It looks great on him, because everything looks great on him, the jerk. The dark blue fabric contrasts nicely with his pale skin, and the yellow obi makes him noticeable, even from a distance. It’s not completely done up at the top, probably because of the heat, and Yosuke can see the uppermost part of Yu’s slender chest, already glistening a little with sweat, and, wow, Yosuke is suddenly very, very thirsty.

Chie notices his plight and, sympathetic (he saw the similar reaction she had when Yukiko arrived), passes him her bottle of green tea. In the middle of one of his greedy gulps, Yu sees them and smiles, and Yosuke choked. Fuck, he thinks, this is going to be a long night.

“Looks like your little plan worked.”

Kanji-kun is speaking in a soft, low tone, lower than Rise thought he was capable of. They’re trailing behind their senpai and Teddie as they explore the festival. She’s taking in the details: how Yosuke-senpai and Yu-senpai angle their bodies towards each other in a less-than-platonic way, how Yukiko-senpai catches Chie-senpai’s shirt with her fingers when it gets particularly crowded so they don’t get separated. It’s the little things like that Rise really loves. What can she say? She’s a romantic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies, just as soft.

Kanji-kun barks out a laugh. “Bullshit, you don’t. Hanamura-senpai almost popped a boner back there and you know it.”

Rise giggles. “I will neither confirm nor deny my hand in that.”

The corners of Kanji’s mouth quirk up and he turns to face ahead again. The sun is starting to set, and maybe it’s the way shadows are falling across his face, rarely so soft as it is now, but…

Kanji-kun looks beautiful.

Not beautiful like her, or like Yu-senpai or Yukiko-senpai—he’s been too reckless with his body to be traditionally beautiful anymore. But he looks at their friends and he looks kind and soft and good.

Something in her gut tightens and she thinks, Oh, no.