#i get a lot of these really subtle nosebleeds

[mars-ipan]

vasculitis is so funny i went to scratch my nose and when i pulled my hand back it looked like i had killed someone

[strwbmei1]

I agreed with you, Fu hua really obedient as sub, she will always be your good girl.

But I can imagine when she's jealous, she will make some bold move(but somehow still cute), like what? Hmm, maybe when you sit in bed in your shared bedroom reading a book or whatever, she came out from the bathroom only using white shirt, then she suddenly sat in your lap, and you could see her face as red as tomato.

I'm not having nosebleed, just wanna fainting.

Definitely! Fu Hua just needs you to show her she's the only one you want :((

She'll drop subtle hints; and if you don't get it yet, she'll straddle your lap and look at you with puppy eyes while telling you how much she loves you—

She'll be a lot more intimate when you two are doing it— kissing you nonstop and holding your hand as you make her see stars.

If she's really jealous, she'll want to leave marks on you; be it scratch marks decorating your back or small hickeys adorning your neck.

Although she thinks it's shameful how she lets her jealousy take over her, you can't help but think it's cute <3

[hellyesbro]

since you're getting nosebleed pic asks already i dont feel as awkward saying this but when you posted that my first thought was 'ah yes power is in fact my coolest mutual'

ehehehe like. Its crazy I walked away from that fight adrenalined out of my mind and then had the most INSANE moodswings of my life when I came back down but now I'm kind of a (more paranoid) baseline as in I feel normal at home and noided outside but I used to feel noided outside all the time so I'm also stoned as hell because I've been smoking less weed so I forgot my tolerance is waaaayyy lower but its 2am so thats like, fun instead of stressful.Oh yeah I was saying I'm noided as fuck when I'm outside but I used to be SUPER noided as a teen bc dudes were like. always sexually harassing me. So its something i'm well aware I can heal from so I'm kind of zen about that. I owe my roommate like 5 dollars because I accidentally made her butane can explode everywhere like 20 times because I'm dumb as rocks and forgot how to refill a butane lighter. you gotta press the nozzle in like CRAZY hard. SO at first I was convinced her lighter was just broken, so I went to the illegal corner weed store (philadelphia is a wonderful place, there are many stores like this but most are subtle abt it. These guys are SO open about it and they get shut down and reopen like every other week) to get a new lighter and it looks like a grenade (I'll edit this post on app and add a vid later, too lazy to upload this to my pc (i'm on my pc because im dumb as rocks and couldnt figure out how to privately answer asks on mobile so I thought I could figure it out on pc but I still cant)) and used that to operate my roommates dab rig and smoke my other roommates dabs. I wasn't stealing I asked permission. I used to steal a lot but theyd always get pissed off which was jarring to me because I've only ever lived with partners so I'm really used to just us stealing shit from eachother and nobody bats an eye except we called it "sharing". but then it ran out of butane and I couldnt get it refilled either and I went full panic mode and wasted a fuckload and then i suddenly remembered how to refill it correctly so I refilled both lighters and they both worked so I did not need to spend $8 on a novelty lighter but the girl at the register was cuuuuuuute, Also we got snax on the way home at this super cheap corner store that also illegally sells weed and loosies so we got 24oz bottles of soda for $1.25 each and they have 75 cent plastic wrapped pastries and 99c cotton candy its fucking junk food heaven im incapable of gaining weight but my teeth want to kill me and i think im at risk for developing diabetes (dw im like really happy these days) but I digress. Thanks for checking in!!!!

[brionysea]

wait do you maybe have a post about proper vision hints/foreshadowing post s3e3 or would you maybe want to talk about it more? bc I'm super curious about that!

i've mentioned it before, but this is a really good idea so i'm gonna do it here! thanks!

on top of all the ominous foreshadowing talk about "losing mike" and how obviously not okay he is in season 4, there are a lot more subtle signs. it really starts getting more noticeable with bringing the question of why to our attention in that episode, but it's being disguised through will's perspective so that it doesn't really register as being about mike because everyone's so busy being annoyed by the shippiness of it all (in regards to both el and will) and forgetting that he's like, a person, with thoughts and feelings of his own that undoubtedly affect his actions

mike has so many parallels to max it's kind of insane, but this one always gets me. will and lucas are both pointing out that mike and max are acting different, and mike and max are both trying to brush it off as normal when it's obviously not, and lucas knows something is wrong when what's wrong is that max is cursed. there's also the fact that after this, mike bikes all the way to will's house to say that he was right

but backing up a bit, remember that scene where will woke lucas and mike up by blasting music?

hm. that's a worrying thing to say (twice!) when music is what saves you from vecna. there's also probably something there with will refusing to even turn it down, since mike might not want to save himself but will isn't taking no for an answer (paralleling season 1 mike not taking no for an answer when it comes to will being alive, i suppose)

anyway, what really grabbed my attention in this scene is how it looks like mike has a headache. he's almost shielding his ears from the noise, and then pinching the bridge of his nose (which, as far as i'm aware, doubles as a method of trying to stop both a headache and a nosebleed — and those two have been connected in canon through patrick and max both getting a headache immediately before a nosebleed, one of which mike witnessed after specifically being placed in the scene when he really didn't need to be unless it was some form of foreshadowing), plus some really conspicuous dialogue here from "will the wise" in relation to mike showing very late symptoms of the curse months before it's even a thing, which seems to imply that his experience with it is going to be very different

for more signs that he's experiencing curse symptoms: nosebleeds

headaches — really bad ones that won't go away, hence why it followed him all the way to suzie's house (and mike's scary good at hiding pain/downplaying his own feelings, which is why several examples are from things literally being thrown at his head or when he's been awake for 0.5 seconds and music is IMMEDIATELY being blasted into his skull, so that he's caught off guard enough to show it)

seeing things/having visions

trouble sleeping

mike's perspective is way too guarded past season 1 for us to see his nightmares, but with how much he's been through (and especially at such a young age), there's no way he isn't getting them. my evidence for this is how perfectly he fits the show's definition of PTSD, which includes nightmares, and also confirms that mike canonically, according to the show's own rules, has past trauma (and present trauma, and future trauma, and probably trauma that exists outside of time itself... he really can't catch a break)

[horseprophecy]

(click for better quality!)

here we have one yaoki hanato, looking very cold and composed externally, but maybe not so much on the inside :3

other facts include:

in the grand scheme of things, yaoki’s family is relatively young, only really getting its start during the heian period. its rapid power gain is, of course, mostly due to the curse affecting the family, which have caused their innate talents to gradually shift from more benevolent disciplines of onmyoudou, to ones more focused on sowing discord and misfortune. for the most part though, yaoki’s relatives are still able to perform benevolent onmyoudou - he himself is the major exception, marking an enormous spike in curse-casting talent in exchange for lowered ability in other fields of onmyoudou.

yaoki’s mystic eye is his left eye. its primary effect of causing misfortune and accidents to occur is exacerbated when he expresses strongly with his face, so he takes great care to keep his facial expression neutral. this effect can feed off of his emotions too, though, and sometimes can activate entirely on its own. most of the time, accidents that occur because of his eye are small, and not easily traced to him - nosebleeds, sudden gusts of cold wind, broken shoelaces or bag straps, stubbed toes, etc, but he has seen burst pipes, broken windows, twisted ankles, and even broken limbs once or twice. no one has died, at least to his knowledge, but he lives with the constant, subtle dread that it could happen anytime, and that he can never really tell which blips of bad luck are “his fault” and which ones aren’t.

the secondary effect of his mystic eye is the ability to see visions of potential future disasters, but the key word here is potential, because these visions don’t always come true. the more likely it is to occur, the more vivid they are. he tries to call out potential dangers when he can prove his concern is warranted, but he has a hard time explaining his worry as anything more than unfounded anxiety to people who don’t know him.

yaoki is an excellent cook. as his mystic eye affects himself less than it does others, he spent a lot of time learning his way around the kitchen when he was young in order to keep his parents from getting hurt. he’s generally not a confrontational person, but he is quick to assert that no one come in the kitchen while he’s also there.

when the eerie blue flames of his magecraft burn especially strongly, they sometimes take the shape of a fox with its skull exposed and display something like a will of their own. whether this is a manifestation of the kitsune’s grudge, or something created of yaoki’s own power is not known to him.

while yaoki is not a kitsune himself, he does display a striking resemblance to what is known of the kitsune who laid the curse on his family, most notably in his face shape and heterochromatic eyes. on top of that, he shows a few behaviors heavily associated with kitsune, most notably a love of aburaage (fried tofu).

his fascination with the number eight extends beyond a simple lucky number - in an attempt to find a way to counteract his misfortune-causing, he’s found that repeating an action eight times (tapping something, flipping a switch, drawing circles with his finger, etc) when he feels something bad is going to happen seems to help stave it off. it does work directly in a way, as calming himself down discourages his eye from acting up.

the seals on his body are his own attempt at dampening the effect his curse power has on his surroundings, but while he’s gotten better with practice, he’s not terribly good at making them.

“ah, please be careful, i think that stair will break if anyone walks on it. hm? oh, i’m… yaoki. nice to meet you.”

[paladinsbrainrot]

Max and her hair

If there’s one thing about Stranger Things, it’s hair. From El’s shaved head to her bangs, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington, hair plays a significant role in character’s self acceptance and identity.

But I noticed that Max doesn’t really let her hair down this season. It’s almost always in a ponytail or braids, apart from that one scene in episode three where we get a flashback to her first nosebleed. 

I think that I’ve come up with a possible reasoning to why the hair department/writers/directors have gone that way this season, and what each type of hairstyle means for her.

I’ve compiled a list of (mostly) every appearance her hair has been in.

- hair down

- high ponytail

- low ponytail

-braids

Now... I’ve noticed that a lot of the episodes she wears these different types of hairstyles share similar themes. Let me explain.

When Max has her hair down, she’s basically unchanged. It’s like her default, living life as she should be. She’s sassy, a bit skeptical, and I’ve noticed that nothing really bad every happens to her. Apart from that one scene in 403 where she has her first nosebleed, but even then it’s brushed off as an inconvenience. And her hair down also represents her openness with people. She doesn’t hide anything. She’s ready to talk to people.

So, hair down: default/normal, nothing bad happens

We only ever see her with her hair in a high ponytail once, but I’ve got to say the Sauna Test was one of the only scenes where we saw a vulnerable Max, literally her only crying scene before season 4. I think the high ponytail represents her in a state of vulnerability, where she lets her emotions fill her body and she opens up a more. She’s comfortable. This is one of the first times in which she acts like everything isn’t normal, and when she doesn’t put up a glass wall and shows her, the real her. 

High ponytail: vulnerable, is more real and emotional

I think that her low ponytails are the most obvious... it symbolizes her literally locking up her life and shutting everyone out of it (like a ponytail, cutting off the rest of your hair in a tight elastic or scrunchie). In these episodes, Max is quite closed off. From the beginning of this season to episode five, she’s quite locked up and is distant from her friends. Her relationship with Lucas in falling apart because of miscommunication... changes, she doesn’t really have a relationship with her other friends anymore- Mike and Dustin. Not to mention her home life completely destroyed. 

I think this hairstyle is what got me started on this analysis, because although I am probably analyzing too much into this, you can’t exactly think I’m wrong for questioning Max’s hair in ponytails when she almost always wears it down. 

Low ponytail: closed off/shutting people out of her life

And now the braids... oh boy.

Braids in my opinion represent when something most terrible happens to her. Like... when she wears them at Starcourt and she watches her brother Billy die in front of her. And when she wears them when Vecna literally kills her. Even though it might be more subtle, she also wears them when the Byers move, which is quite a sad moment for her when she navigates through her grief and her best friend, who is the only one that she was probably able to open up to, is leaving after Max needs her most. 

Braids also share similar symbolism to ropes. They represent strengthening your bonds with people which is what I think she does whenever she wears them. Your bonds can be twisted and turned in many ways, discovering true friends and maybe those who aren’t friendly at all, much like a braid. In these episodes, Max is slowly easing into the normality of being apart of something so complex like the Upside Down through slow and painful processes, like talking more often to her friends about her feelings. She’s still quite hesitant to open up, and tell people what she’s really feeling, but she’s got the spirit. She doesn’t open up until something bad happens to her. This is most prominent in season four, when Max starts opening up to Lucas and her experiences with Vecna, but she’s still hesitant like he won’t accept her. She (sort of) tells him what she really feels when she’s on the verge of death (ex. “I pray at night that something bad will happen to me”)  

Braids: something bad happens, Max tightens her bonds with other people

I’m probably reading into things too much like I always do. But I did find it really odd that her hair is never kept down this season. Could be a style trend, could be her figuring out herself, but the common themes throughout her hairstyles are almost too matchy-matchy I give huge props to whoever comes up with this stuff. 

[moonlit-reveriee]

NSFW Alphabet

ft. technoblade

concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet

@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)

A = Aftercare 

I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin

B = Body part 

Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.

He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin

C = Cum 

Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms

Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying

D = Dirty Secret 

He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps

E = Experience 

You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself

F = Favourite Position 

He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position

G = Goofy 

He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)

H = Hair 

He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...

he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally

I = Intimacy 

He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love

J = Jack Off 

He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch

K = Kink 

He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride

L = Location 

He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)

M = Motivation

He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while

N = NO 

He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night

O = Oral 

If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.

He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair

P = Pace 

I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster

Q = Quickie 

As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace

R = Risk 

Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other

S = Stamina 

He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms

T = Toy 

He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him

U = Unfair 

He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks

V = Volume 

He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.

During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you

W = Wild Card 

This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you

X = X-Ray 

I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on

Y = Yearning 

Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him

Z = ZZZ 

If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him

[frogtanii]

hi im the anon who asked if sakusa was okay here and your answer made me KFHDSKHF i love him so much

i hope u dont mind me writing a quick thing!!!!

“You put up quite a fight,” Sakusa muses from across the kitchen, subtle humor laced into his voice.

“Ah, you mean this bad boy?” You ask, pointing a finger at your bloody nose.

“And your hands,” he adds, eyes trained on the refrigerator.

Quite frankly, he’s stalling right now, because he cannot for the love of god, bring himself to look at you - let alone, touch you. His movements are a lot slower as he opens the freezer and takes an ice pack.

He needs more time to comprehend what’s happening right now. You’re seated on the kitchen counter. Alone. With him. And he’s supposed to be tending your injuries.

Suddenly, he wishes he didn’t volunteer to take care of you because this nauseous feeling in his stomach isn’t... good.

What if you see how red his cheeks are under his face mask? What if you get grossed out by how sweaty his palms are? What if he throws up on you?

Sakusa can’t remember the last time he’s felt this nervous around someone. Maybe around the-one-who-shall-not-be-named, but it was usually more out of fear of making a mistake.

This nervousness, however, is the same type he feels when he watches one of his guilty pleasure rom-com movies. It’s light, exhilarating, and honestly... a little dangerous.

You are dangerous.

“You’re taking so long. I could die of blood loss right now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Hush, it’s not like you got stabbed. You have a nosebleed.”

“You’re right, maybe I should bring a knife next time.”

“It wouldn’t wouldn’t be fair. Meiko doesn’t even know how to hold a knife.”

A cackle bursts out of you and for whatever reason, the sound causes a drop of sweat to fall down his forehead. Has it always been this warm in the house?

Reluctantly, he makes his way to you, carrying an ice pack in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

Using your well hand, you wrap your fingers around the cup to take it from him. He thanks the sun, the moon, and the stars that your skin doesn’t brush his when you do so, because if you did, he would’ve dropped the glass right then and there.

This is the closest he’s ever been to you, and it takes everything in him to not stare at your face too long, or to not memorize every freckle, mole, blemish on your skin and wonder what it would be like to maybe kis—

Wait, no. He can’t. Not this soon, at least.

This is karma for treating you as poorly as he did.

“You okay?” You ask.

Sakusa bites his lip from under his face mask. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” you grin at him to indicate so. “I have so much adrenaline in me that I honestly don’t feel anything.”

After a moment of contemplation, he grabs your hand and studies the dark color forming at your knuckles.

For once, the house feels quiet. Sakusa usually grumbles about how awfully loud the rest of his roommates are, but now, he hates it. He hates how he can hear your breathing up close, and hates how it mixes with the loud drumming of his own heart.

“You never answered my question, by the way,” you suddenly say. “You okay? You seem a bit on edge.”

Sakusa takes a deep breath.

“I’m fine,” he replies simply. “I’m just.... worried.”

It’s partially a lie. He cares about you and worries about you getting hurt, but he also trusts your judgement. From the start, he knew Meiko had no chance against you.

However, saying he’s worried is easier than saying ‘I’m not okay because you’re so close to me right now and you make me nervous’.

At this, you squeeze his hand, somehow not phased by how awfully tense he seems to be. “I’m okay, Omi,” you assure him, a thumb stroking the back of his palm. “I really appreciate you caring, though.”

Finally, he brings himself to make eye contact with you. The look in your eyes is so tender and warm, that he’s not sure if you’re even real.

Atsumu’s right - you’re definitely an angel.

- chai (putting myself under a pseudonym just in case i wanna write more stuff for pf because im Hooked)

[eremiie]

i just wanna say how much your writing has made me simp for eren LOL like i genuinely never thought i would be able to see anything past his looks but,,,,, wow. he is incredible. love him.

anywhooooo i was wondering how you think eren would react to a s/o who gets very shy and flustered around him? especially when he compliments or flirts with them too, and they can’t help but go 😳😳😳 every time and hide their face bc it should be a crime to be that charming damnit jdbdjdb

eren with a shy s/o;

❥ i’m glad i converted you to an eren simp hehe, he IS incredible!! i hope you enjoy<3

first of all someone who’s shy makes eren want to take advantage of them, like not in a bad way obviously but he wants to see how flustered he can make them kind of

so he definitely throws compliments and flirts with them A LOT

he likes to do gestures more than words though, so he’ll do things like touch your face, or move you out of the way by your waist, trail a hand over your arm, and stuff like that

he loves to see your reaction to these things, and sometimes it’s even surprising to him, like he can be a bit dense sometimes so he’ll do something so subtle subconsciously and then when he saw how flustered you got he was like “huh?”

sorry but he’s just naturally a little slow sometimes

a lot* slow 🧍🏽‍♀️

but it’s also because he underestimates his own charm so he doesn’t really understand why you get so flustered around him, that’s why he likes pushing the bar as well

compliments you a lot just to see you get all blushy and shy, even if it’s a simple ass compliment;

“babe, i love your new hair color.” ( he’d probably move a piece of hair behind your ear too)

“come here, you look so good.”

definitely moves your hands away from your face when you get embarassed, but he finds it so cute when you do sjnsjs

okay even though he can be a dick with purposely trying to get you all shy and embarassed in public he’s quite nice

like if you’re having trouble ordering food or speaking up he’ll do both of these things for you!!

if he notices you’re getting shy because of something or someone he’ll wrap and arm around you and pull you close to make you feel a little more at ease

he also likes trying to make eye contact with you when you’re talking to him because he finds it funny how your eyes dart away so fast

he’ll try to get you to look at him by moving your jaw or tilting your head with his finger

“hey, baby you can look at me you know?”

UM SIR DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND YOURE HOT? GET OUT

also the type to purposely do things like hang his sweatpants low on his waist or walk around shirtless cause he knows it gives you that anime nosebleed (not literally of course LMAO)

in all your expressions and just you as a person makes him laugh and it’s really cute to him. he’s just curious about how far he can go with you and it cracks him up LMFAO

[sunrisefairy]

Sketches

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Y/N likes drawing people. More specifically, she likes drawing George Weasley. Which is fine, until she loses her notebook and George is the one who finds it. 

A/N: Okay so because of lockdown and me having legit nothing to do i spent the last 2 days writing this fic for @teawiththeweasleys​ writing challenge and i couldnt wait to share it with you. im lowkey very proud of it so i hope you all like it 

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines message me if you would like to be added!

Ever since Y/N was a little girl she was always drawing whether it was scribbles of her family, animals, magical creatures or plants, you could always find the girl with a pencil and paper somewhere nearby. For as long as she could remember her home was covered in her drawings, Y/N’s mum and dad would frame and hang up all of their daughters’ drawings all over the walls. They were so proud of Y/N’s creativity and encouraged her to keep creating her art. It had become a tradition that every year for her birthday Y/N would receive a new notebook and pencils form her parents and it was always her most cherished gift.

Over the last few years Y/N has become very intrigued with drawing faces, she loved how she could capture a person’s emotion with just some charcoal and parchment. More recently when Y/N was sketching she’d try to focus on the subtle and small features that make humans unique and beautiful, may it be the way their eyebrows arched in curiosity or the dimples and freckles etched into their skin or small wrinkles that danced near their eyes when they smiled. Y/N loved it all.

Because Y/N was so captivated with how facial features made everyone unique she found herself draw a particular ginger a lot more than anyone else. George Weasley. Everybody at Hogwarts knew George Weasley was the twin to the confident and loud Fred Weasley. And being that they are identical twins they look very similar. Y/N found it fascinating trying to pinpoint their minor physical differences and she had become quite good at it.

Her brown leather notebook, which if it wasn’t in her hand was usually found stuffed in her book bag, was full of sketches of George. It started of gradual, her drawings of the sweet boy. Y/N was usually found sitting on a bench in the courtyard if the weather was nice, drawing anyone she saw nearby and normally it was someone new each time. But when her eyes landed on the loud group of Gryffindor boys, she felt a pull to the tall boy with fiery hair who was standing next to his twin, both taking turns to tell a story which had the rest of the group engrossed. Y/N wanted to challenge herself, it was simple, she wanted to capture the features that made an identical twin unique.

Y/N spent the last few weeks ‘studying’ George in a very non-threatening and not at all creepy way. The pair had a few classes together being in the same year at school but the two hadn’t really spoken much to each other. So, Y/N admired from afar, normally from across the great hall or in class. She quickly learnt that George’s face was longer than his brothers, his eyes were more slanted, and his lips had a curve in them that was more prominent when he smiled, something he does a lot, Y/N observed.

~~~

The weather was particularly nice on this Saturday afternoon, so naturally Y/N found herself on a bench in the courtyard with her pencil tin open and a range of charcoals scattered around her as she doodled in her notebook (the one which wasn’t unofficially dedicated to George).

“Hello there little Gryffindors-” Y/N heard a voice call from nearby, the voice belonging to Fred Weasley. George was standing next to his twin and the duo were chatting to some unsuspecting first years.

“-anyone fancy a nougat? They are delicious” George finished; the twins shared a mischievous glance at each other.

Y/N quickly grabbed her other notebook and some charcoal and began sketching the boy’s face focusing on the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed at the poor Gryffindor who accepted the free candy which turned out to be a nosebleed nougat. Y/N was absorbed in her sketching she didn’t notice her best friend sit next to her, peering over her shoulder.

“Ah, drawing your lover boy again I see” Alicia chuckled as Y/N slammed the book shut.

“He’s not my lover boy, I’ve already told you; I draw him to-”

“-capture the features that make an identical twin unique. Sure, so if I flick through your other notebooks, I’ll find one dedicated to Fred too then?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “shut up.”

“Come on creeper, we told the others we’d hang out today.” Alicia pulled on Y/N’s hand as she quickly threw her notebooks and pencil tin in her book bag.

“Merlin, hang on! You’re gonna rip my arm out of its socket!” Y/N giggles hoisting her bag strap higher up her shoulder.

The two girls walked off, arms linked and laughing, neither one noticed the lone notebook that was left on the bench.

~~~

George, Fred and Lee were heading towards the great hall after their amusing interaction with a group of first years when the younger twin noticed a brown book perched on a bench. He detoured that way to pick it up, flicking through the pages in hopes he will find who it belongs to so he can return it.

George furrowed his brows as he dove deeper into the book. He expected it to be filled with notes and writing but he was not expecting to see drawings of people; of him and Fred. But as he looked closer, he quickly realised that they weren’t sketches of him and Fred, just himself.

“Oi! What are you doing? We’re gonna be late for dinner” Fred’s voice pulled him back. George shoved the notebook in his pants pocket and hurried after his twin very confused as to why the notebook was filled with drawings of him.

Later that night George found himself sitting on his bed in his dorm room flipping through the notebook. These drawings were incredible, whoever it belonged to had some serious talent but he couldn’t get over why someone had drawn him, let alone multiple drawings. Each sketch was different to the last though, some were of his whole face others just of his eyes or mouth. George was in awe of the skill this person had; they had managed to capture his face perfectly.

Some might view finding a notebook filled of drawings of themselves a little creepy, however George Weasley found it flattering. You see, for his whole life, George has seen himself as the other half of Fred. Most people in their lives couldn’t tell the pair apart and opted to talk to them and refer to them almost as if they were one person as FredandGeorge and not Fred and George. This notebook was proof that someone out there noticed George as a singular person, an individual, which made George’s heart flutter.

~~~

“Oh godric” Y/N mumbles pouring out the contents of her book bag on the table.

“Hey, Y/N relax. I’m sure it will turn up eventually.” Alicia says in attempt to calm her friend down.

Y/N ran her hands through her hair, very stressed. She had been searching for her notebook all morning with no luck worried that the wrong person had found it and would deem her a creepy stalker.

“How can I relax when my notebook-the notebook which is filled with drawings of George Weasley-has gone missing. Oh merlin, whoever has it will most likely recognise the drawings of George and give it to him and he’ll eventually find out that it belongs to me and think I’m a freak” Y/N’s arms are frantically waving around to empathise her point as she paces up and down the room.

Alicia stops in front of her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly “Y/N breath. You’ve told me a million times that those drawings are just about capturing someone’s facial features, right? It’s not like you have a crush on the guy so it doesn’t matter if anyone thinks that, because it’s not true.”

Y/N’s sketches of George Weasley had started just as Alicia said but it quickly turned into Y/N possessing a small, okay maybe huge crush on the red head and her trying to find any excuse to stare at him and draw. Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest at the thought of George being the one to find her notebook. There was no way George wouldn’t be freaked out and think Y/N had some weird obsession with him.

“Okay so when was the last time you remember having your book?” Alicia questions.

Y/N racks her brain trying to remember, “yesterday afternoon. In the courtyard on that bench, I was drawing him when you came over. I’m sure I put it in my bag but I haven’t seen it since.”

Alicia nodded, the two deciding that was the best place to start.

Y/N practically sprints to the courtyard, luckily there wasn’t many students here, giving it was a Sunday morning and everyone was probably still sleeping. The two girls look around trying to spot the leather book. Y/N sighs in defeat, collapsing onto the bench and groaing into her hands.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I lost it. I’m so stupid”

“Err, Y/N” Alicia nudged her friend’s shoulder.

“Geez, thanks Alicia, you’re meant to say ‘No Y/N you’re not stupid’”

Alicia widened her eyes at Y/N before glancing behind her, “look”.

Y/N follows her gaze and freezes. George Weasley was walking towards them, that in itself was strange but it wasn’t until Y/N looked down at George’s hand and noticed the missing notebook.

“Oh no.”

George had figured whoever misplaced the notebook would probably come back to the last place they had it to search for it. He was hoping for that at least. Not only did he want to return the book to its rightful owner, he also wanted to thank them for seeing him, for noticing him.

As George rounded the corner his eyes scanned the courtyard and were met with Alicia Spinnit and Y/N L/N sitting on the same bench he’d found the notebook on, bingo. Judging by Y/N’s wide eyes that were glued to the notebook in his hand and how Alicia gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing, George figured the drawings were the work of Y/N. George’s heart sped up with this information. The two of them weren’t close but were friendly having shared some classes together. George had caught himself on more than one occasion glancing at Y/N during lessons and mealtimes, wondering what it would be like to get to know her. Guess now he has a chance.

His feet stopped a few paces in front of the bench as Y/N gawked up at him.

George cleared his throat, “uh I believe this belongs to you?”

Y/N basically snatches the notebook from his fingers, feeling insanely embarrassed and when Y/N is embarrassed, she rambles. “Oh merlin, I’m so sorry! I’m guessing you looked through it, of course you did. I would have too if I stumbled across a stranger’s book. I’m also guessing you realised all the drawings were of you. Look I’m not some stalker, I swear. Like I’m not some girl that has a massive crush on you and decided to fill a notebook with drawings of you… Well I do have a crush on you. But I promise I didn’t mean to be creepy. I just, I like drawing people and you have a nice face.” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, forcing herself to shut up.

George opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processes the girl’s words. “Wow, um- I want you to know that I don’t think you’re creepy at all. I was actually really flattered looking through your pictures. It’s nice to know someone sees me as me and not as an extension of Fred.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say.

George moves to sit beside Y/N, close enough that their thighs are touching, “they are really good by the way. The drawings I mean. You’re very talented.”

Y/N blushes at his words, “thank you. I don’t normally share my art, with the exception of my parents and Alicia.”

George places a hand over his heart, “well in that case I feel very honoured.” He runs his fingers through his hair as Y/N giggles before continuing, “I know we aren’t super close and I kind of hate that it’s taken me this long to ask but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like a date.”

Y/N fiddles with the notebook in her lap trying to hide her excitement “for sure, I’d love that.”

George lets out a sigh of relief, “great, well what are you up to right now? Maybe we can hang out and you can draw more pictures of my handsome face.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and playfully shoves at his side “careful, your head might explode with all that ego. But yes I’d love to hang out with you right now.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

[fireflykaizoku]

i totally didnt send this to the wrong person before idk what youre talking about 👁👁

okay bestie but poly headcanons with sanji and luffy 👁👁

you didn't, you totally didn't 🙈

babe, that's the first time i'm writing poly relationships, so i hope you like it aaaa

You probably met them after Luffy demanded politely asked you to join his crew. And obviously Sanji acted like… Sanji. Flirty, cooking all your favorite snacks and meals, and getting nosebleed whenever he looked at you. The captain would show he was interested in more subtle ways? Like sharing his food or wanting to play with you. Because I believe Luffy wouldn’t really understand his feelings until someone explained he had a crush.

I think that you’d get into a relationship with Sanji first, and then Luffy would join later on. Because as I said, Luffy wouldn’t quite understand why he liked you in a different way and why he didn’t like when love cook was all over you. So it’d take him a while.

Sanji would be against it because I think he wouldn’t want to share his (y/n)-swaaan, it’d take some time to convince him because he’d understand how much it meant to you. “At least it isn’t with that damn marimo”.

And you would also have to explain the concept of poly relationship to Luffy. I’m sorry I see him as a cute cinnamon roll aaaaa So I don’t think he’d understand it at first, but he’d agree as if it wasn’t a big deal. The person he loves and one of his nakama? What’s to complain?

You’d spend time cooking with Sanji, and then exploring an island with Luffy. I guess the three of you could try to cook together, but Luffy would eat the ingredients and Sanji would give him a not very romantic smack in the head.

Your dates with Sanji would be more like expensive dates to restaurants, something very romantic and classy. While Luffy would take you to adventures and amusement parks! Or even restaurants too, but you’d probably have to pay for the bill, and the boy eats a lot.

Their ideas of a perfect date are so different, so it’d be hard to find something both would agree and find amusing. But if you asked them to go shopping or having lunch with you, they’d go gladly and without complaining.

Also they’re both into PDA. If you’re uncomfortable with that, they’d just walk really close to you, but if you’re into it, they’d be holding your hand, hugging you or kissing your cheeks all the time while you’re out with them.

Sleeping together would be chaos. I picture Luffy either being a messy sleeper, with limbs all over the bed and all over you, or holding you tight with his arms and legs wrapped around your figure. While Sanji would want to cuddle, being the big spoon most of the time.

OHHH or Luffy would be the big spoon (for the first few minutes until he falls asleep and starts to move), and Sanji would be the little spoon, while you’re in the middle of them.

Luffy would love the anniversary dates, especially if Sanji decided to cook a special meal for the three of you to celebrate!

Talking about anniversaries and all, Luffy would probably give you presents that are more meaningful, like something you mentioned you liked once, instead of some random jewelry and anything like that. He would see a cute flower and give it to you saying it reminded him of you.

While Sanji would give you necklaces, dresses and fancy chocolates. It’s not that he thinks that the present only matters if it’s expensive, but because he knows you deserve only the best, even if he had to pay more for that.

Sometimes the captain would be a bit jealous if you were giving Sanji way too much attention, so he’d just stretch his arms and pull you closer to him before you could even finish the conversation.

During fights with an enemy, they’d both protect you, even if you can take care of yourself. They wouldn’t feel right if you got hurt especially if they could’ve avoided it.

The intimate moments would be a different experience with each one of them. I think Luffy doesn’t think much of it really, but wouldn’t mind doing it if you showed interest. He might have no experience, so he’d be a little clumsy at first.

While Sanji would make love, praising you and taking his time. He wouldn’t mind being a bit more rough if you asked him to, though.

So, this relationship will be well balanced, since they have different personalities, but they’d complement each other in the relationship.

[shoichee]

okok hc or fic: reader was teiko’s “head” manager(?) and her talent was being a medic (if someone gets injured they’re back on the court in under a minute type thing) and training plans. suddenly momoi’s talent blooms, she starts working w/ everyone in the team (+ reader’s crush akashi) and people think she’s a better manager than reader. because of this, she overworks + collapses in front of her best friends kuroko + kise (don’t let akashi know yet i have plans for that 👀)

HELLO? YES OFFICER? I JUST FOUND A BANGER REQUEST RIGHT HERE? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY IVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS🏃🏻‍♀️💨 part 2 here and part 3 here AND update: part 4 here

Akashi x Reader

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

you had a knack of being a natural chiropractor in loosening up tense muscles instantly (for more fluid play) or easily putting in back dislocated joints

basically you have crackhands

in your free time as a hobby and a job as the “head manager” (that Akashi announced to the team himself), you’d often bury yourself in anatomy studies and gym plans on the internet and databases to review over Akashi’s team training routines to see if they were effective and safe; oftentimes, you’d return back with improved plans, and as time went on, Akashi entrusted you with creating the plans yourself completely

you took on the job so eagerly to impress the Teiko captain, if you were being honest to yourself

your enthusiasm even inspires Momoi, Teiko’s other manager, to work harder

no one in Teiko knows physiology better than you, and as expected, it was also your best subject along with health

Kise often looks at you in horror and respect at how you don’t cringe/flinch at the loud cracks resonating across the room or court when players come to you for instant relief (the origin story of how he came to call you (y/n)-cchi was the very fact that you manage to put back his dislocated shoulder in 3 seconds flat one game)

when Kuroko first joined the 1st-string, he was a walking magnet for injuries, and you ended up being there for him every single time… nosebleeds? check. sprained ankle? check. nausea from over exhaustion? check.

both you and Kuroko relish in the fact that everyone in the team can never understand how the both of you do some incredible things with your hands

both of you being quite dexterous, you both often teach each other your specialties for fun; it’s almost shocking to see Kuroko effortlessly loosening up a stress knot and you pulling off a well-done palm pass

you admit, you do juggle a lot of responsibilities… from being a makeshift nurse, to a chiropractor, to a budget gym coach, and even to being moral support

Momoi often reminds you to take breaks being the caring person that she is

you often showed her the ropes and tricks of being a manager, on top of your duties, and you find it really endearing that she’s so earnest in learning from you

even if you enjoyed doing what you do, part of the massive workload is to try to get into Akashi’s good graces

talking to him about basketball duties is easier to achieve than talking to him outside of the extracurricular

you might be a tad bit insecure about it; after all, what middle schooler is already so accomplished in academics, sports, and everything you could think of? wasn’t he also studying to take over his father’s company??

to you, who only starred as Teiko’s humble manager, it felt hard trying to establish common ground for conversation outside of basketball

so you stuck to working hard at your position, hoping that your work ethic would get his attention one day; you were a firm believer of actions over words, so you hoped your actions would come off as genuine

picture you and Momoi running across campus with stacks of papers for the team… it makes most of the teammates’ hearts melt at the sight

your work certainly got you praises from other teammates, but out of all players, Kise was the one who figured out your motive

you felt absolutely morbid; to think that Kise, of all people, would figure you out like the back of his hand

Kise being sweet as he is, offers to help you get with the captain but you merely prompted to threaten to break his arm if he spilled your crush to anyone else

“(y/n)-cchi… I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes, Kise?”

“It’s really cool that you’re working so tirelessly for the team, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason why you work so hard.”

“O-Of course I do! I want to see you guys all succeed!”

“Then I’m curious as to why you always look at Akashicchi—o-ow, ow, ow!! (y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! So can you please let go of my—ow!”

“H-How did you know?!”

“I-It was as obvious as day, (y/n)-cchi! I’m pretty sure even Kurokocchi found out about this before I did!”

“N-No way!!”

“Tell you what, I’m super duper knowledgeable in this stuff! You can count on me for this sort of advice—OW!”

spoiler alert: Kise was right in that Kuroko definitely noticed your attraction to Akashi before anyone else… he just never brought it up to you

one day, Kuroko comes up to you to whisper:

“(y/n)-san, have you realized that Akashi-kun has been observing you recently during practice?”

“W-Wait! Is he looking over here right now?”

“Not that I think. He’s occupied with the coach right now.”

“D-Do you think this is a good sign?”

Kuroko gives you a small smile before he replies, “I would like to think so. Keep working hard, (y/n)-san.”

and you do, you’re constantly on top of your game for the next season until Momoi suddenly gets more recognition for her “precognitive defense” skills

her newfound talent was extraordinary and never-before-seen, and her ability became more critical to Teiko’s victories than your own skills

you were happy and proud for her, because after all, her achievements were extremely deserving to be praised

it’s only when some 1st-string players started making offhand comments about how you weren’t really needed in the 1st-string and was more suited to the lower strings that placed seeds of doubt into you

these people would often compare you to Momoi in how she improved much more despite you being in the team for longer

there’s also talk about how your skills are more useful for 2nd-string and 3rd-string players because Momoi’s ability is already sufficient enough for Teiko’s starters

after all, how would a player even be injured if they can predict their opponents’ moves to avoid such incidents?

there’s also the fact that Akashi has been calling Momoi more frequently to research on upcoming teams for analytical data because her talent has become very useful to ensuring victory

the same peers and adults who gave you praise were the same people who began to ignore you or dismiss you; that being said, the collective change in attitude is definitely subtle enough that it would fly under most people’s radars

Kuroko was the first to notice and defend you against a small group of players who were bold enough to badmouth you in the gym

Kise would find out a little later about the somewhat unpleasant gossip about you and would pull the “no you” reverse card, returning back with MEANER underhanded comments that would send these shit talkers CRYING HOME (manga Kise strikes here unexpectedly eh?)

Murasakibara is someone who would be slightly uncomfortable with the gossip about you, especially since you’ve always been so helpful and kind to the team and himself; he’d either leave the room himself or easily scare them away with his looming height and presence without saying a single word when he enters the room “minding his own business”

Midorima is a bystander judging from how he’s reacted to the Teiko dynamic changes in the actual show // he, of course, wouldn’t like the nasty talk about you but would actually mind his own business, choosing to focus on himself and what he has to do to contribute to his team; he assumes that you would work hard the same way he is and let your contributions do the talking

now Akashi surprisingly wouldn’t hear much of the gossip, since his presence alone SHUTS them up and commit to their practices like normal; after all, it’s very clear that Akashi doesn’t tolerate this type of behavior in the team (example: Haizaki), and it’s more apparent that he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick them out especially since he has a soft spot for you (which Kise never fails to bring this up to you, but you think he’s reaching too much into it) // TLDR; the teammates mostly have the common sense to not utter anything bad about you… maybe one kid would slip out and get punished for “bad sportsmanship,” but Akashi merely assumes that it’s just one bad apple and not necessarily… the many others as well

Aomine???? bro he ain’t even at practice wdym (HELPPP LMAOO) // jokes aside, if he catches wind of players shit-talking outside of the gym… say at the convenience store or when he’s walking home or something, well… they wouldn’t have a good time…

Momoi simply chastises the gossipers when they try to talk shit on you to make Momoi herself look good, and it leaves? such? a? horrible? taste? like, she wants to believe that they’re just really poor jokes and not what they really believe in, and the teammates merely reassure her that they’re just bad jokes and that they “wouldn’t do it again;” poor Momoi wholeheartedly believes them

the weird talks about Momoi being “the better manager” just signalled to you that you haven’t contributed enough to the team yet, and it motivated you to work even harder

oddly, you weren’t jealous of the fact that Momoi was receiving more positive attention than you

you were more afraid of the fact that you were going to get left behind, and this fear only tightened its hold on you when more teammates (who used to talk to you a lot) have changed their tunes when they speak with you now, compared to them talking to Momoi

and you felt that the Generation of Miracles would do the same too… including Akashi

it wasn’t an irrational fear for you because he’s already been calling Momoi a lot more frequently for help than you recently

so you even offered to mop the gym floors after practice, offered to stay later than usual to be the one to lock up the gym for anyone (cough, Kuroko) who wanted to practice whenever they wanted

at one point, you even tried to do what Momoi does: researching on upcoming teams and making your own predictions (that didn’t really work, and that cost you a few nights’ worth of sleep every single time)

not to mention that you still had regular school like any other student? you were the epitome of a mess

Kuroko was with you in the empty gym, you putting away the extra basketballs in the storage closet while he practiced his dribbling, until he heard a crash in there and a few basketballs rolled out the door

you collapsed right when you rolled in the basketball cart

POOR KUROKO HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO // he just tries to give you a piggyback ride as he abandons his plans of practice and tries to jog to the nearest local clinic

that’s where he bumped into Kise, who was heading home after an evening shoot when he saw the two of you

chaos ensue as Kise freaks out and Kuroko had to calm him down himself after answering the never-ending questions

at least the doctor there gave relieving news that you only collapsed from over-exhaustion and that the bruises from the fall were very faint

Kise makes a joke to Kuroko about, “What’s with you and (y/n)-cchi falling to the floor and fainting? You guys can’t be that alike.”

when you shortly regain consciousness, you were met with a… very stern Kuroko and Kise, who were both ready to hear your explanation and to scold you to oblivion

to your surprise, they were understanding; Kuroko understands the feeling of not being enough and working hard to meet other people’s expectations, and Kise understands the struggle of juggling multiple things in his schedule (come on, student, athlete, and model?)

they still scolded your ears off:

“(y/n)-san, you idiot. Why didn’t you ask anyone to help out?”

“That’s…”

“(y/n)-cchi, do you think we’re undependable?!”

“Er, no, that’s…”

you were still dizzy from the fall and the lack of proper sleep (and maybe nutrition if we’re being honest), and you were just a ball of stress

you kind of begged your best friends not to tell a SOUL to anyone about this incident, especially to Akashi… you didn’t want to look even more incapable in his eyes than you already were

they do agree on one condition: for you to take AT LEAST a day or two off school to completely recover and rest up (you reluctantly agree; besides how were you going to explain the bruises that can’t be covered to your peers?)

HELP WHY ARE KISE AND KUROKO THE BEST LIARS TOGETHER ON CAMPUS LITERALLY NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING… except Akashi, the ever sharp captain, felt something was amiss

especially since some Teiko players emanated a feeling of relief at the news of you not being here that day, or the next

Akashi would play detective sleuth and find out what’s really going on sooner or later

End Note: gonna cut this off here b/c I KNOW this anon got a juicy part two i FEEL IT

[obeymeluv]

You Steal the Boys’ Clothes

Something I’ve been thinking of for a while.

Lucifer

It was rare the eldest was without his cape, as everything seemed to be a formal event and he must be dressed to impress. Being dressed to impress, however, means being clean so he gets it cleaned from time to time

Lucifer is a very organized, practical man. Constantly towing the line of obsessive for the sake of orderliness.

He knows where his cape should be, and that it’s not there

With a demon’s-only screech that warns Mammon to stretch his calves and run, Lucifer hunts down the three most likely suspects to interrogate them (Mammon, Satan, and Belphegor).

He tries to get a two-for-one by dragging Mammon into the study where Satan sits smugly with a book (because he knows he didn’t do it but MAN is he enjoying this!)

Imagine surprising not one, but THREE demons when you come shuffling down the hall with a Lucifer’s cape wrapped around you like a blanket.

It whispers and it drags and it absolutely DROWNS you.

Very charming. Ethereal, almost like some sort of wedding wear

Lucifer would’ve never imagined you’d be the culprit, and now his poor brain is trying to save and process the idea of you looking so sleepy-happy in his clothes

And the ex-angel falls all over again.

He catches the little cheek nuzzle and way you bunch it around your body, a foot poking out not to get tangled

Satan and Mammon will probably die laughing instead of at his hands, but Lucifer could really care less

Lucifer idly wonders where you’d curled up that he totally missed you, and escorts you gently but red-faced to your room

Satan and Mammon tag along, and when they see Lucifer come out with his cape they can only deduce he put you to bed.

Mammon

With no homework to do and some money in the bank, Mammon was ready to spend the weekend tearing up the town with you!

He was fresh out of the shower and mostly dressed, searching feverishly for his beloved white and brown jacket

Mammon wasn’t the cleanest person by nature (hello, money hoarder and collector of interesting/valuable things) so he tidied up as he went

As he started to suspect one of his little brothers was holding the jacket for ransom, he sent out a group text asking about it

There were several typical smart-ass responses (Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan) and he was in the middle of a snark fight when you showed up at his door somewhere between bashful and chill

In HIS jacket

Mammon’s brain shuts down.

HIS baby in HIS jacket? HELL YEAH! OH GOD, IT’S TOO PERFECT!

FIEND, TAKING HIS HEART!

“It’s kind of a human thing,” you explain. “There is a one-jacket fee among couples. Usually it’s a hoodie.” you tease, reluctant to shrug it off, “But this seems to be your only jacket so I guess I could give it back.”

It’s very subtle, but he’s worn that jacket for centuries and no amount of detergent can disguise the scent that makes his heart skip a beat

Something about the smell of your skin and a hint of his has him purring

You hold the jacket out to him. Mammon wraps his fingers around it and swings it around until he’s holding it over one shoulder

The yellow takes over in his eyes a little more. Gets a little brighter and intense.

“You want to take anything else off?” he husks playfully

Your day out turns into staying in and Mammon is happy to trade his jacket for a shirt you can sleep in (like, forever. It’s fine. Whatever, dummy.)

Leviathan

It was actually really hard to steal Levi’s clothes because he lived in his hoodie and turtleneck. His RAD uniform was really just for show and that wasn’t what you were looking for, anyways. You didn’t want to chill in uniform.

He was very particular about his merch because certain shirts were collector’s items and he didn’t like people messing with his folding patterns

You went to Asmo with your dilemma and he found it absolutely ADORABLE. It was almost enough to make him jealous, really

Somehow (Asmo being Asmo?), the fifth- born was able to swipe one of the green button-ups Levi wore under his RAD uniform

His first thought was to alter the garment to make it fit you (matching outfits? YES!) but Levi would probably kill him. His big bro hated shopping for clothes unless he HAD to have them.

Asmo gets the bright idea to magically/temporarily alter the fabric to fit you. Maybe Levi will like it so much he’ll just give you a shirt! 💖 (Or get some fucking outside time and go buy more shirts!)

Levi catches his own scent somewhere outside of the door and his brain goes off. He hits the pause button at lightning speed.

No one else smells like him! They haven’t shared bath products in centuries! He already finished his laundry so what’s happening?!

His first thought is: Mammon broke into my room while I was in the bathroom and stole something to pawn!

Levi doesn’t even think to take inventory of his stuff, barging out of his room to hunt down his big brother

He’s yelling and whining before he even sees him. Then he sees you. In his shirt.

All the angry words die in his throat as the absolute mortification and adoration sets his face on fire

SO KAWAII! It basically makes up for your normie-ness.

Levi’s stuck standing there, blushing his head off and unable to say anything as his fists shake with joy and nervousness

He gets a nosebleed. One of his brothers are laughing at him.

You guide him back to his room to take care of him, Levi lets you and becomes very fascinated with the idea of you in his clothes .Lots of petting and figuring out you look DOUBLY MEGA CUTE when the magic wears off and you’re just in a pool of fabric.

He’s totally down for matching clothes and definitely lets you keep the one you’re wearing.

Satan

His wardrobe is very...interesting...to say the least

Colors and personal combinations aside, Satan actually has a very smart wardrobe. Lots of basics and easy layers.

You can’t steal his signature green sweater or the blazer he seems to live in, so you settle for an emerald knit sweater that has a bit of a v-neck/university feel to it

It takes Satan a while to notice, as he’s buried in a book. You two tend to gravitate towards each other and just enjoy a cozy, companionable silence

He’s just finished a book and is debating cracking open one from the stack to his left when the color catches his eye

The smooth, sly comment dies on his lips when he realizes he likes the damn thing because IT’S HIS

You look very cozy and warm. It’s a very ‘cuddle me’ kind of look.

Perhaps you could warm his lap? Or give his poor hands a rest under the hem?

Very cheeky and clever. Grabs you by the sleeve of it just to ‘answer his curiosity about whether it matched his nails’.

Does he have a cute university student kink? If he didn’t, he does now?

There’s a 50-50 chance of you guys having sex.

Will definitely want to hold you and cuddle you close, petting the fabric and whispering compliments into it.

If you don’t already have a business/academic attire, Satan will definitely suggest a few pieces because YES. This is a thing he loves and it DOES things to him.

Asmodeus

He’s the type to let you think you stole something

Probably stages what he wants you to steal just so you take it

Honestly, I could just see him dumping some of his clothes on you because you’re dating now and this is a cute thing he read about!

It’s super likely he’s into couple outfits or coordinating outfits, so he’s either spent time in his closet pre-planning or asked you to try on a million things just because

This cutie pie purposely orders THE BIGGEST thing he can find so you can both fit in it at the same time

Asmo loves you to pieces no matter what, but seeing you in his clothes makes him squeal and hit a note Mammon has threatened to murder him over

Ever dramatic, this is like, THE BEST THING EVER

A MILLION Devilgram posts about it (safe ones, of course)

Do you guys spark a couple’s trend and spade of lover’s stealing each other’s clothes to snap a victory pic? Maybe

Probably fake faints at the sheer glory of you in HIS bomb ass clothes. Definitely fans himself

Spoils you rotten with compliments

This man is weak. “Gorgeous! Smother me.” as he falls back on the bed and gestures to his face

He won’t turn down the idea of sexy times (depends on your libido, comfort, etc.) but sometimes he makes raunchy jokes just to be funny. Smothering could also mean using him like a body pillow (which he’s totally okay with).

You get max cuddles and WILL be the envy of Devilgram

Beelzebub

Beel felt a little guilty for leaving you at the House of Lamentation with his brothers

You guys were supposed to hang out after school but there was an emergency practice. The coach always got pre-game jitters and demanded a few last runs. He showered and ran back to the House, hoping you still had time for him.

He tiptoed quietly into his shared room, unsurprised to find you waiting there for him. You’d been caught in Belphie’s sleepy little aura by the looks of it,

Beelzebub couldn’t help the grin or little hum that made it past his lips. Your eyes were open but he didn’t know if you actually saw him. You looked super cute in his humongous bed though

You were getting sleepier and sleepier, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Beel pulled the sheets over you and gentle untangled the arm you managed to latch on to

Maybe waking up to a bit of food would make up for everything! Beel toiled away in the kitchen, making a cute little snack tray for the two of you.

In reality, it could probably feed at least twenty, and he ate at least half of what he prepped.

Beel returned to the room with what he considered a decent amount (scraps, kind of, but enough variety! He tried! It’s the thought that counts!) and was surprised to see his sheets all tangled and half-kicked from the bed

You were wearing his jacket now, passed out and turned into the furry lining that usually went across his shoulders and neck

DId you sleep walk? He was trying to understand how you’d gotten into his jacket

Beel realized it was the first time you’d been in his clothes and it was enough to make his heart melt

Super huge on you, obviously (extra fabric everywhere), but so cute! He could basically swaddle you in his jacket

“They’re a restless sleeper,” Belphie yawned. “I thought it would help them calm down.”

It used to work on Belphie, so Beel could see why he resorted to it

Beel offered his twin some food, sitting carefully on your other side.

He shifted some of the parka fur away from your face, trying to fix your hair and nudge your chin up so your nose wasn’t buried in anything. He stroked your cheek a little, mesmerized by the sight of you and how you felt.

Belphie declined, muttering something about, ‘Stop looking like that and eat your food! Gross!’ before Beel settled for patting your head one last time and eating quietly

Belphegor

He’s another one that’s hard to steal from

You’d think it’d be easy since he sleeps all the time, but Belphie really only wears 10% of the clothes he buys

Yes, he’s a pajama snob and has all things comfy and cozy, but hardly any of them smell like him because he falls asleep anywhere with little issue (no special clothes required!)

You thought about stealing his blue cardigan with the pocket, but he’s always sleeping in it!

Belphie picks up on your train of thought, and the frustration, because you fall asleep thinking about it. Dreaming about coyly stealing his cardigan and being all cute and snuggly in bed

It’s enough to wake him up, shuffle to you, and break your sleep. He flops down on your bed with his cardigan unbuttoned and says ‘climb on’ while patting his chest

You’re obviously sleepy and confused and he loves it. Belphie slides you onto his chest and wraps his arms around you, resting bits of the fabric on your back as you settle into him

It’s not the same but it’s close enough

Would you be offended if he got you cow pajamas so he could snuggle you like his favorite pillow? He falls asleep wondering about the answer

He wakes up to see that Beel has covered the two of you with his favorite blanket.

You in his blanket? Against him? Slowly smelling of him and his clothes? It’s the best thing to fall asleep to.

Makes a joke out of your clothes-stealing quest by stripping one of his pillowcases off and putting you in it like a little sack. You have to stay on his bed now because you’re his pillow and all pillows stay on the bed.

“What? You wanted to smell like me! It’s something I use!“ Belphie defends as you wonder whether or not you like this human pillow thing while he snuggles you.

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nana rewatch notes- episode 16

-nana leaving with misato really struck hachi huh

-even now, yasu is a tough egg for me to crack. he’s probably the character i have the most difficulty understanding

-hmm why did nana come over?

-so misato might be in a similar situation to shin…

-based off of nana’s body language and (mostly) the shots paying attention to her eyes, i’m lead to assume that nana behaves around yasu in a similar way she does with hachi in the future. ie. there’s reluctance (but also desire) to show them her vulnerability.

-did she want to tell him about the other night? or did she go to yasu because she felt things might’ve been over with hachi- so hachi is actually reflective of ren in this scene?

-as a teen i mostly paid attention to nana and hachi’s relationship so i feel like im reading nana and yasu for the first time lol

-yasu telling nana he thinks she came over because something was wrong and that she wanted to talk about it feels like a confrontation to nana. she apologizes for coming “with no reason”, which isn’t true, and then leaves.

-i also dont think nana really knows how to spend time with someone without an exchanging something ie sex or band practice. her shame and fear of depending on others works well into it as well.

-so nana definitely has feelings for yasu lol

and this seems to be the first time yasu has been made aware of them. we as the viewer don’t know that much either. how long have nana’s feelings for yasu been a thing?

-i really like the make up scene between hachi and nana… a lot.

-for one, you can tell that arguing/fighting is out of both their comfort zones. neither of them are very confrontational (which will end up being a part of their demise).

-nana’s expression really says it all. she’s so relieved that hachi made amends. i don’t think it’s a reach to assume that nana thought this would end up being a permanent stain on their friendship.

-it’s just nice to see them make up is all. probably because this will be the only time we’ll see them successfully communicate with one another :)

-hachi is not stupid. i think her ability to connect past things nana has said to her that were subtle references to ren was actually very intuitive of hachi.

-it was just last episode that she was fantasizing about nana having sex with misato. this girl is out of control. yes this scene is meant to poke fun at how romantic and idealistic hachi is...but cmon this is GAY. why is she getting a nosebleed?? 

-hachi asking everyone but nana about her relationship with ren lol. one of many examples to show how scared hachi is to upset nana in case of jeopardizing their friendship.

-nobu told shin when he was drunk LMAAOOO. someone pls get shin out of here. let me not get into how fucked up it is the way all these characters expose shin to alcohol and relationship drama. i worry about him.

-okay paying attention to nobu and yasu is really important in this scene. it seems ooc for nobu to so strongly disagree with hachi’s fantasy of nana and ren getting together, but it makes a lot of sense considering it was that same stubbornness of his that was beaten down after forcefully facing the flaws of his ideals after their break up. yasu is silent until asked a question: is it possible that ren still has feelings for nana? and yasu says yes. yasu has nothing to gain from saying this, and we know it’s what he genuinely believes, and that is basically confirmation.

-the small gags of hachi not doing her work bc she’s too busy blatantly obsessing over nana at her desk are SO FUNNY. nana lives in her mind rent free and hachi doesn’t even question it.

-LOOK WHO’S BACK!!! god im so obsessed with this small interaction. for one, it’s pretty obvious this is a regular occurrence. now the show is adding yet another relationship that we need to know more about. yasu was the only person ren consolidated in about leaving the band. even now, after going a-wall on nana and nobu, yasu is someone ren goes to and whom he trusts.

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[brionysea]

thinking about headaches being a curse symptom

on a meta level, people who are bad at taking care of themselves will usually have a lot of headaches. not drinking/eating/sleeping enough are just some of the ways you can get them (also eye strain but that was probably less of a problem in the 80s without people staring at their smartphones or various other screens for 17 hours a day like we all do now). the rest of it is a very well crafted and executed allegory for teen depression and suicide, so this aspect of it makes sense, just like the nightmares and past trauma

but in terms of it being a thing in universe, i keep going back to that psychic connection dustin talked about. surely some random guy forcing his way into your head would hurt, hence the headaches (or really just one headache that never goes away, according to max - the connection never falters so the subtle sign from your body that something's wrong never goes away either). the nosebleeds also make sense from this angle. like, something's happening in your brain, so your nose bleeds. el using her powers makes her nose bleed. mike was worried she would give herself brain damage if she did it too much. it coheres y'know

[ahtsumu]

atsumu: 1, kevin: 0 ; miya atsumu

↳ pairing: miya atsumu x professional women’s volleyball player!reader

↳ synopsis: miya atsumu realises that he’s tired of keeping your relationship “low-key” with a little help from an overzealous fanboy.

↳ genre(s): fluff, humour!!

↳ warning(s): profanity

↳ length: 1.5k words

↳ a/n: surprise!!! lol i have way too many wips rn especially with requests but i wrote this as a little break from all the angst and stuff hence the cheesiness ☺️ enjoy!!

Miya Atsumu was caught in a kerfuffle.

Earlier that day, the twenty-three-year-old setter for the MSBY Black Jackals made the executive decision to come to watch you–– his Mario Kart player number two, his houseplant co-parent, the air-guitarist to his air-drummer, the Karaoke Night pink-lyric-singer to his blue–– kick some volleyball ass in the V. League Division 1 Women's Volleyball Tournament finals. 

The problem?

You played wing spiker for the Schweiden Falkes. 

There was nothing problematic about being a wing spiker on a Division One volleyball team. What was problematic, however, was that the Schweiden Falkes was the sister team of the Black Jackals’ sworn enemy, the Schweiden Adlers. To rub more salt in the wound, the Adlers had won every single game against the Jackals since Atsumu joined (not that they hadn’t prior to his arrival). And to make matters even worse, as one of the nation’s most sought-after athletes, he had to “appeal to both investors and the general population”. Miya Atsumu was supposed to be a marketable bachelor. And he was not.

Miya Atsumu was also not supposed to be at the finals of the women’s volleyball tournament. 

That was the biggest problem of them all. So maybe, actually, Miya Atsumu was mildly ensnared in a few kerfuffles.

The two of you had agreed to keep your relationship low-key from the start and were nearing two years of private, domestic bliss. Questions about each other in interviews were responded to with short and nondescript replies. Outings in public were conducted without physical contact. And despite how Twitter was almost a diary to Atsumu, he’d never once tweeted your name in his life. But as dull as your relationship seemed in public, the two of you were a different story in private. In private, he would find any way to touch you–– a hand in your back pocket, your legs draped atop his thighs, soft lips trailing up from the neck to each other. In private, sweet nothings were proclaimed and not whispered, laughter bubbled like a stream that never ran dry, and Atsumu said your name over and over again like it was habit.

But that didn’t change the fact that, right now, Miya Atsumu was not supposed to be in the nosebleeds of the Sendai City Gymnasium, even if he was hundreds of meters away from the nearest camera.

All the bigger kerfuffles fell quickly to the back of his mind, however, when a smaller and more irritating one presented itself to him. 

A snotty voice declared one row behind Atsumu’s hooded head, “Oi, you’re in the way of the view, jerk.”

Normally, Atsumu would have turned around with an equally cocky sneer on his chiselled features, “the fuck did you just call me?” locked and loaded behind clenched teeth. But when he turned around ready to deliver that exact line, he saw through his black shades that the owner of said snotty voice was none other than a scrawny prepubescent boy.

And that boy (along with the two equally snot-faced twerps beside him) was wearing your jersey number. Suddenly, all the irritation left Atsumu’s face. Was this your little fan club? A wicked cackle threatened to leap out his mouth. They were so annoying. But also, he mused, kinda cute.

“Was I?” he asked with an innocent expression on his face. It was the same one he used when Osamu would accuse him of stealing his clothes (he totally had), or when you would accuse him of eating the last slice of cake in the fridge (he totally did). “I hadn’t realised.” He really hadn’t. He just wanted to milk this for as long as he could.

“Yeah, you were.” The kid crossed his arms, glaring down at the shady guy one row below. “I can’t see the game anymore.”

“Oops–– my bad.”

“Shut up, Kevin, you were watching Y/N!” one of the brats exclaimed, punching Kevin’s shoulder.

Oh? “Yer a fan of Y/N, hmmm?”

“She’s pretty,” Kevin said immediately, shrugging. He just said it out loud like that? So easily? With a subtle wince, Atsumu thought back to the ridiculously long time before he’d admitted his ‘smidge of a crush’ on you. Yeah, unlike you, stupid. “I’m gonna marry her someday.”

At that, Atsumu’s competitive streak jolted awake. He felt himself sober up a little. Not if I marry her first, you little shit.

Bidding the trio goodbye with a bright grin, he turned around and strolled out of the stands. But he didn’t stop there. He stepped into the elevator and rode it straight down to ground level, sailed through the athlete’s entrance with a swipe of his card, and jogged his way to the side of your team bench, making it just in time to see you spike the setpoint past one of their player’s outstretched arms. 

It landed straight on the baseline.

The roar of the stadium scattered into hushed whispers. No one moved. “In,” Atsumu growled under his breath, tapping his feet against the floor. “In in in in in––” He clenched his hands into fists. If they don’t count that as in… 

Finally, the line judge pointed her arms down. The referee nodded.

And all around him, the crowd erupted into cheers.

As confetti fell from above and the Falkes’ victory song began to play, you ran from the court and into a celebratory team hug, screaming ecstatically in each other’s faces. Atsumu, beaming, ducked out of view, not wanting to steal that glorious feeling of a victory hard-earned from you or your teammates. But when the cheering died down, when the hug dispersed, when the television crews started slithering in your direction, he returned to his position behind the bench. And suddenly regretted all the decisions that had led him to that very spot.

Admittedly, Atsumu hadn’t considered the possibility that you wouldn’t want him at your game, but now, standing just metres away from you, he did. His hands suddenly felt very cold and equally moist.

As if on cue, your teary gaze landed on his figure. Your eyes were narrowed in what seemed like a warning. (Really, you were just trying to see better through your tears.)

Oh, no.

Atsumu spun around to make a run for it. At that moment, however, one of the coach’s assistants who’d been sent away to run an errand returned, barrelling through the same door he was heading towards. 

Colliding in a spectacularly embarrassing fashion, Atsumu’s sunglasses flew from his face and his hood blew off from the force of the impact. Disguise in tatters, he could only turn around sheepishly around his hands stretched out, palms up like a magician at the end of a trick.

“Surprise?”

Maybe it was the rush of victory still fresh in your bloodstream or maybe it was simply your brain going haywire, but with complete disregard for you and Atsumu’s original agreement, you ran towards him and leaped into his arms.

“Woah,” he wheezed, instinctively pulling you closer into his chest. “Was not expectin’ that.”

“You’re so stupid,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck. “What are you up to, ‘Tsumu?”

“Unkerfufflin’ myself,” was all he said before gently setting you down. His eyes darted over to the place where Kevin and his gremlins had been and, when he realised that spotting them from here would be useless, lazily flapped a hand in their general direction.

“Some brat said he was gonna marry ya,” Atsumu explained after seeing your brows crease. “I felt I had the duty to save ya from that disaster.”

“By?”

Atsumu blanked. “Er, I, uh, hadn’t thought of that part, actually. I didn’t think you’d be happy to see me here, y’know, considerin’ our agreement and that look on yer face ya had earlie––”

Rolling your eyes, you yanked on his hood, bringing his lips down to yours. His arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss–– he couldn’t help it, it was a knee-jerk reaction by now–– without so much as a second's consideration for the reporters that had swarmed around you like ants to honey. 

You pulled away just a few beats later, both breathless.

“What was that for?” he asked with his forehead pressed against yours. Despite being doused in the blinding flash of cameras and deafened by the barrage of questions shot in your direction, the two of you continued to speak as if you were in your own little world.

“You were about to word-vomit on camera and give Osamu a lifetime’s supply of blackmail,” you replied, giggling. “I thought I’d save you from that disaster.”

Hearing his words come out from your mouth, Atsumu’s eyes waned into little moons. “Consider me saved, doll.”

The noise around you grew louder. You sighed, knowing that the two of you would have a lot to deal with later. As if reading your mind, Atsumu intertwined your hands. I got you. And the unease receded. You’d figure it out together.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you pregnant?”

“Y/N! Atsumu! When are you two getting married?”

“Can you tell us anything about that steamy kiss?!”

A shit-eating grin crawled onto Atsumu’s face as he grabbed the microphone from that last reporter. “Gladly,” he said, looking into the camera.

“How’s that for bein’ in yer way, Kevin?”

And for the next few hours that the world spent having a meltdown over Kevin’s identity, you and Atsumu remained blissfully tucked away in the comfort of your apartment, playing Mario Kart, baking celebratory cookies to the High School Musical soundtrack, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeats.