#i hate the thought of coming across as clingy or childish

[eebie]

When school starts back up again im gonna search for people who will want to hang and watch movies

[hwnglx]

for dear anon who requested ᰔ ᩚ

(to clear up misunderstandings, this is a reading on what in another person could turn the members on and off. i realized my wording might cause confusion, sorry about that)

stray kids' turn on's and turn off's

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

bang chan

turn on's > charming and eloquent (someone who's a very good speaker and communicator) > tactful and strategic -> isn't too overwhelming in their approach and acts carefully > unique looking -> stands out among other people > foreigners or people with a completely different background > knows the value of hard work > courageous and outspoken about things they believe in > has an immense amount of passion for something -> borders on obsession (he needs someone extremely invested in what they do, otherwise they wouldn't understand his lifestyle) > also, obsessed and clingy with him (he likes feeling needed and the thought of being the only person they see)

turn off's > way too selfish and greedy, no consideration for people in need of help > keeps being negative and dwelling on the past > lets go of things/people too easily -> gets discouraged fast > gets scared of the real world and escapes every challenge or obstacle in life > tactless communication -> says wrong thing at the wrong time, doesn't know how to articulate themselves smartly and adjust their words to the situation > takes everything personally and gets defensive fast

lee know

turn on's > laidback and calm energy > isn't extremely competitive and doesn't get greedy over useless things -> knows when to give in > ideally non-famous and ordinary people (he likes the thought of his partner providing him with some normalcy) > very observant and notices small details about you > knows when to let go and doesn't cling onto things (like someone who knows things come and go and is accepting towards the harsh realities of life) > isn't interested in gossiping, stays away from childish drama

turn off's > plays useless games with you (like playing hard to get) > is too delusional and unrealistic > keeps whining and crying over how awful their life is (lmao i can see him being taken aback and thinking “am i your babysitter”) > unreliable and doesn't keep their promise (someone who tells you they'll do one thing and end up doing another) > unwilling to acknowledge and work on their toxic habits (he just hates pretentious people who act all smug when they're not, he thinks it's very cringy because he can see through it)

changbin

turn on's > humble and grounded > a lot of potential and enthusiasm for something (he likes it when someone has motivation and goals, he wants to help them reach whatever they aspire to be) > has love for everyone and spreads kindness -> goes through life non-prejudiced (he likes pure people) > thinks and acts with and from their heart > considerate of people's needs -> doesn't put themselves above anyone and knows how to be happy for others > doesn't rush into things and approaches everything with patience (someone who thinks before acting) > responsible and takes care of the people they cherish

turn off's > lazy and doesn't set themselves up to any standards (just goes through life without any goals or ambition) > doesn't take life seriously, makes inappropriate jokes > is unnecessarily strict in how they treat others (he thinks why be hurtful if you can get the point across in a considerate manner) > doesn't know how to have empathy for people > very egocentric > moves on too quickly (it'll make him wonder like damn did i even mean anything to you if you're already over me)

hyunjin

turn on's > guarded, careful who they get close to (doesn't share their business with everyone) > deeply empathetic and caring nature, good listener (i can tell he finds beautiful and calming voices attractive) > fiercely loyal and committed to the people they love (he gets insecure about not being enough for his partners, so he needs the guarantee that you won't leave) > very determined and driven to fulfil their desires (is very eager and direct in their pursuit, he likes feeling like you're obsessed with him) > capable of carrying responsibilities and burdens on their shoulders -> doesn't get tired quickly, makes it look easy > helps him understand himself better (he wants someone who can make him feel confident & comfortable in his skin)

turn off's > doesn't understand the weight of deep connections -> gets close to many people (can make him feel like he isn't special) > hides and runs away from their emotions > holds endless grudges and never lets go of past occurrences > doesn't have an opinion of their own, just follows the crowd > keeps being dissatisfied, complaining and nagging at him (this would make him very self-conscious, he wants someone who's accepting of his imperfections) > dependent on others to help them -> doesn't know how to heal themselves and self-sabotages

(tbh, i can feel that hj wants someone who fills all his weak spots, because if he was with someone too similar to him, he feels like that'd be a recipe for disaster)

felix

turn on's > cheerful and full of energy, ability to light up the room > self assured and confident > very protective and willing to do anything to defend their loved ones (wants someone more direct and unafraid than him, he's too much of a people-pleaser) > carries a lot of inner wisdom and always has good advice > self-aware and reflective of their own actions and words > very different to him (whether that's in looks, personality, mindset. he gets intrigued) > a lot of inner strength and resilience -> doesn't falter easily > plus physical strength as well > puts plenty of thought into their relationships and feels the need to look after their loved ones, worries about him (he wants to feel safe and taken care of)

turn off's > doesn't care about boundaries and acts recklessly > bad manners > doesn't take care of their health and takes it for granted > always negative and drags others into their negativity > plays victim all the time and complains a lot (especially about others) > lacks drive and motivation in life > is too narrow-minded, traditional and conservative -> judgemental of minorities and people different to them > deliberately uses sharp and cruel words to hurt people and push their buttons or provoke them -> keeps starting conflicts > badmouths people too much

jisung

turn on's > has strong capacity for a deeply emotional bond (doesn't take relationships lightly and is emotionally involved) > pushes him to be a better version of himself > has a comforting and soothing effect on him -> makes him feel safe and understood > helps him acknowledge and work on his toxic habits (also loves him regardless of him not being perfect -> helps him accept himself the way he is) > very romantic and affectionate (compliments, words of affirmation!) > self-assured and headstrong -> doesn't get beat down easily (fire sign energy) > is tolerant and understanding of his circumstances and lifestyle (accepting the fact that relationships aren't that easy for him and dating him can come with certain struggles)

turn off's > is too possessive and clingy -> doesn't give him space > makes him feel incapable or inadequate (triggers his insecurities and his self-doubt) > acts like they're his parent (lol like someone who babys him too much and doesn't acknowledge he is a grown man) > gets too controlling and acts like they have a say in his life > is too strict and direct with him (he needs some sugarcoating sometimes) > too materialistic and focused on superficial matters (like looks, money, fame etc.) > is very hot and cold -> makes him believe one thing and then says something else, keeps him on his toes too much > is too conservative and stuck in the way they see things -> not open and understanding of different perspectives

seungmin

turn on's > knows exactly what they want in life and what to do to get it > independent and self-reliant (especially when women are very self-sufficient and in no need of anyone, he thinks it's admirable) > strongly stands by their belief or opinion and isn't fazed by external influences > very creative and passionate (especially musically, he likes it when people express themselves in an artistic manner) > trustworthy and committed to everything they do > can be their own boss and doesn't allow anyone to commend them around > elegant, well-mannered and polite

turn off's > keeps themselves trapped in their own delusions and refuses to open their eyes to reality > spoiled, takes precious things and people for granted > too attached and obsessed about materials or money -> doesn't know how to appreciate what they have (especially family, he definitely wants someone devoted to their home) > thinks they're levels above everyone and acts entitled > has something negative to say about everyone and is too judgemental > too antisocial and boring

jeongin

turn on's > free-spirited and fun to be around > has an optimistic outlook on life and doesn't always take it too seriously (i can tell he really likes someone with a great sense of humor who can make him laugh) > observant and curious about him as a person > makes him feel confident and special (a lot of compliments) > natural charisma and strong presence (main character energy, attracts gazes wherever they go) > but! okay with making themselves smaller and stepping back for him to shine and be the main character (lmao like telling him he's so much better than them etc.) > isn't afraid of arguments -> fearless and headstrong (he doesn't like scaredy cats)

turn off's > too prideful and ego-centric > overly serious and uptight all the time -> boring and doesn't know how to take a joke (like buzzkills, someone who keeps ruining the fun) > too focused on marriage and the longterm (he just wants someone to have fun with and see what comes out of it, he doesn't consider marriage right away) > surrenders and gives in too easily -> doesn't put up a fight > too obsessed about their own career and overly focused on remaining stable (cheap and boring people)

[you-were-burned]

I can't stop thinking about you,

about us

and the spaces inbetween

your fingers and mine

bodies colliding,

breathing in each other's spirit,

inhaling,

breathing, in the spaces inbetween

The bus ride back from the school trip

shared learning,

it snowed a lot that night

you sat beside me on the way back

our fingers intertwined,

hidden

hands sandwiched between your leg and mine,

we hid our selves from the others.

we talked about everything

your dad, my parents

therapy

the concert

that concert, when I saw you

I'd swore to myself I was over you

That you didn't own me anymore

But one look and I crumbled

I needed you, at least, I think I did,

I wanted to need you, to want you

Does that make sense?

I'm in love with being in love

In love with feeling like I need you

In love with being needed, being wanted

I need to be needed,

need to be there with you,

Not in this inbetween, this space

breathing into the silence

I'm in love with the spaces inbetween

The spaces between your face and mine

At that concert, with our bodies squashed together

I really wanted to kiss you, then

I count the space inbetween

breathing in the inbetween

You always smelled nice

I dreamed about kissing you

Running my hand through your soft hair

Slowly counting down the spaces inbetween

Breathing them in, breathing in you

bodies colliding, morphing, merging

becoming one

I miss you

And the spaces inbetween

you don't answer my texts anymore

I hate it

I hate that I need you, or feel like I do

That I'm stuck here, discarded

In the space inbetween

The silence consumes everything

My thoughts echoing

far too loud for someone so quiet.

I get that a lot, actually

I'm quiet, usually

I'm too loud with you

You overwhelm me

And I think I overcomplicate

overcompensate

overthink

For example;

If I text you first, do I come across as too clingy? What constitutes being clingy, and how tolerant are you of me and my possible clinginess? If I use an exclamation mark, am I too forward, too excitable, too childish? If I use undercaps will I come across as noncommittal, nonchalant, uninterested? Will all-caps make you uncomfortable, as though I am yelling? What greeting should I use, and what are the implications of each- 'hey', 'hello', 'hi', 'heya', 'yo', 'wassup', 'sup'; the list goes on endlessly. Should I elongate the greeting, adding extra "i's" into "hi" to draw it out, or is that to childish, does it seem like I'm looking for attention?

On the other hand, if I leave the decision to you, if I wait for you to text first, what will happen? Of course, I will constantly check my phone even when my vibrate is on, looking for the notification that doesn't come, waiting for you to initiate contact so I can close the spaces inbetween us, or suppose you are going through the same thought process as I, and we come to the same conclusion, both waiting for the other to message.

And so it continues, so much consideration put into a singular text, one that I probably won't send, one that I might tap out.

I don't think you actually love me, or ever did,

I guess that's okay

In truth, I probably don't love you either

It's more likely to be the infatuation with the idea of love

I have a chronic addiction to romance

idealising, imagining, dreaming

Stupid fantasies gradually turning into expectations

High standards and expectations

I expected too much of you

Romanticising romance, thinking it would be perfect

I projected that onto you, my idea of a relationship

I think you projected onto me, too

Both of us falling not for each other but for what we perceived as the other person, which was really just a reflection of our insecurities and wishes

falling for ourselves, projected onto others

Twisted self-love for self-hatred

a sickening conundrum

it's almost laughable, don't you think?

Loving to hate ourselves

Hating to love ourselves

I think, somewhere, we got life mixed up with death

Romanticising our flaws which we saw as belonging to someone else

It's stupid, really

They're called flaws for a reason

I think I should let you know, you know

That someone who loves your flaws isn't really someone who loves you

You need someone who loves you despite them

Who sticks with you even when your flaws kick and lash out at them

I can't be that person for you anymore

I'm leaving us

and the spaces inbetween

of course, you've already left

haven't spoken in months

I just stand here in the space inbetween

a coward with too many thoughts and too little courage

All these words rolling around inside of me

I'll let them out eventually

Out into the inbetween, as I start to breathe again, not for you,

for me.

poem title: "Breathing inbetween". written 17 June 2020

[angelst4re]

Can you write one where he is very clingy after spending all week abroad, going to comic cons, events, and when he arrives home, he just wants to be spoiled and cuddle all day (jamie being the little spoon, like laying on reader's stomach while she plays with his hair) acting even kinda childish, and practically begs to reader stay in bed (i read this fic and automatically thought about jamie)

this is just so <33 ahh i love it!!! i hope you like it darling :)

Home- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: after being away from home for weeks, jamie finally returns (and won't leave your side!)

warnings: none??

note: i wish i made this longer :( but ahh this idea was so cute, i've written something similar to this back in july but i don't remember which fic it was </3

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“Jamie!!” You flew out of your chair as your boyfriend came through the door. You rushed up to him before he had a chance to even shut the door and wrapped your arms around him.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he smiled as he hugged you back (as best as he could with his hands full.) “I’ve missed you so much!” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you more, it’s been almost a whole month!” You try not to let any tears slip out as you hold him close to you.

“I know, darling. I’m never leaving for that long again, trust me.” He chuckles as you finally pull away from him. “I got you a present!”

He reached into one of the bags by his feet and pulled out a small box, it had to be jewellery?!

“Open it! I want to know what you think about it!” He encouraged you as he handed you the box. You opened it slowly, careful not to let anything out. “I saw it and I thought of you.”

It was a necklace with a spider on it, you gasped at how gorgeous it looked.

“I know your favourite character of mine- I mean, I know you liked Henry from stranger things… and he likes spiders… Do you like it?”

“Jamie, I love it!” You grinned, throwing your arms around him again, pulling him into a tight hug. “You probably want to unpack,” you quickly thought, pulling away from him again, “will you want any help-”

“We can leave it for tomorrow, baby. It’s late, I’ve been running on 4 hours of sleep and I think I can hear our bed calling our names.” He smirked, you caught on, glaring at him before nodding your head.

“C’mon then, I’ve missed your cuddles.”

Jamie took his suitcase and bags with him as he followed you up the stairs, but he just left them by his side of the bed, as he said he would leave it for tomorrow.

You had already showered and got changed into your bed clothes, so you climbed under the covers immediately, patting his side of the bed for him to join you.

“It’s been so lonely without you,” he pouts, finally joining you, “I hate time zones.”

“I know, baby.” You frown, wrapping an arm around him, holding him as close to you as possible, “it’s sucked for me too. Whenever I’d wake up you would be asleep and when I’d go to bed you would be busy.”

“But I’m home now,” he reassures you- and himself, “and I’m not letting you leave my side.”

“I know,” you say, trailing your fingers across the tattoos on his arm, “you’re lucky I’m not working this weekend.”

You continue tracing Jamie’s tattoos with your finger, something you had always done whilst you cuddled, and as he fell asleep, you wrapped your arm back around him, almost cradling him in your arms as you drifted into sleep.

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“Where are you going?!” Jamie questioned you as he woke up and realised you weren’t holding him.

“I was going to make breakfast, love.” You tell him, wrapping your fluffy robe around you.

“What’s the time?”

“10am?!”

“We have plenty of time for breakfast! Come back to bed!” He frowned, pulling the covers down on your side for you, “pleaseee?”

“I’m hungry, Jamie.”

“And I’m hungry for your attention, y/n. Please, just for 10 minutes?”

You sigh, he always managed to get his own way.

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes playfully before sitting back down on the bed.

He shuffled closer to you, his head resting on your chest as your fingers came up to play with his hair as your other arm wrapped around him, holding him close to you- it was like he was a puppy on your lap.

“What are we having for breakfast?” He asked, gently turning his head to look up at you.

“I was thinking of making waffles… or pancakes.”

“Mm I’ve missed your waffles, I had them for breakfast one morning whilst I was away and they just… they weren’t the same.” He tells you.

“Well, I’ll make waffles then,” you say, smiling down at him as you run your fingers through his hair, “especially for you.”

“Have I told you I love you?” He asks, a silly grin on his face as you lean down and kiss him.

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After breakfast, you helped Jamie to unpack his suitcases, which took an exceptionally long time, considering he likes to travel light. He showed you all the little things he brought or was gifted by fans, he showed so much care towards everything he was given.

The two of you were so busy all day doing one thing or another, so you ordered chinese food for dinner. After eating, Jamie decided to catch up on some tv shows with you, since you promised not to watch them whilst he was away.

You both lied in bed again, watching tv. You had your back against the headboard so you were slightly sat up as Jamie lied between your thighs, his head lying on your lower stomach. You knew he would want you to play with his hair again, he loves it when you do that, but you were feeling a bit playful. You lied there with your hands on your thighs, waiting for him to ask…

But he didn’t. Instead he took your hands and placed them on his head.

You put your hands back on your thighs.

He placed them back on his head.

You put your hands back on your thighs.

“What are you doing?” He almost whined, looking up (upside down) at you.

“What are you doing?” You tease him.

“Asking if you could… play with my hair.” He almost seemed shy as he whispered the last 4 words.

“You haven’t asked me anything, baby.”

He frowned slightly, and moved his head back so that he could see the tv- and you felt a little bit bad. He had just come home after almost a month away.

You gave in, you moved your hands to his head, running your fingers through his soft, blonde hair. It was growing quite long now, so sometimes you would be met with a small knot or tangle, which you gently worked out for him. As you played with his hair, you couldn’t help but think about how much you love him- it made your heart ache.

“Jamie,” you said so quietly it almost came out a whisper, he still heard you, and turned to face you, “come here.”

He smiled, turning himself around so he was now face to face with you, leaning over you, his arms either side of you to support him.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, his face inches away from yours, there was a sparkle in his eye that told you he knew what you were about to do.

You carefully pushed him, flipping the two of you over so you were now straddling him.

You leaned down, peppering kisses all over his face, across his jaw and down his neck, then returning to his face. You stopped when you ran out of breath, not realising your hand had found its way to his hair again.

“What was that for?” He asked, smiling lazily up at you.

“Because I love you, and I’m never letting you leave me again!”

[rex-corvus]

Who Needs A Wolf When You Have A Dino

David comes home a night early from his work trip but when he finds Angel asleep in their bed, there's an intruder in their arms: A small stuffed dinosaur.

Aka Angel needs to sleep with a stuffed animal when David is away, David finds out and fluff ensues.

Pairing: David/Angel

Content: fluff, slight angst, nb!Angel, use of they/them for Angel

A/N: Is this entire fic based on the fact that I actually own a dino plush I hug when listening to Redacted, specifically David's audios? Maybe. Shout out to Toby though, his neck is so floppy with how much I squeeze him whenever David does something cute.

David was not one for surprises, either giving or receiving them. But when the job he was working a few towns over suddenly canceled, he thought he would try to surprise his mate by coming home from his work trip a night early. He quietly opened the door to their house and placed his keys in the bowl by the door before making his way to the bedroom. It was close to midnight, which meant there was a 50/50 chance his insomniac of a mate was still awake.

“Angel?” he asked softly, not wanting to scare them if they were still awake as he gently pushed the bedroom door open. The room was dark and as his eyes adjusted, the image of his sleeping mate came into view. He felt a slight smile dance across his lips as he walked closer to them before sitting on the end of the bed and resting a hand carefully on their blanketed leg.

It was then he noticed the intruder in their bed. Held tightly in Angel’s arms was something David had never seen before: a small stuffed dinosaur. He didn’t have long to think about it though as it was clear his movements on the bed had roused Angel slightly.

“Davey?” They asked in a sleep-soaked voice and David’s heart fluttered slightly. He could say he hated that nickname all he wanted but he couldn’t deny the feeling it left in his chest every time they said it.

“Yeah Angel, it’s me.” He replied, slowly rubbing their leg until they flipped over to face him, unknowingly bringing the dinosaur in their arms with them.

“You’re home early.” They mused, a sleepy smile plastered across their face.

“Not early enough though, seeing as I’ve been replaced.” He motioned toward the dinosaur and the smile on Angel’s face dropped immediately. The sudden change in expression didn't go unnoticed as David realized how awake and nervous they suddenly seemed.

“O-oh. Uh…” They quickly unwrapped their arms from around the stuffed animal and placed it on the floor next to the bed. “Y-yeah. Sorry. Look, I know it’s kind of childish, well, not kind of childish, really childish, but it’s just, it’s really hard to sleep without you. I’m sorry, I know that makes me sound really clingy but-” Their speech was picking up speed with every word, a telltale sign of nerves in them that David knew all too well.

“Woah Woah, Angel, it’s ok. That wasn’t an accusation or anything.” He smiled slightly and they let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

“Oh.” Was all they could say before the room went silent for a moment.

“I don’t think it’s childish. I had just… never seen you with it before.” He tried and they sighed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide him from you. It’s just-”

“You don’t have to explain Angel, I’m not mad,” he added and the room was left in silence again, but he could tell the nerves had begun to build in Angel again. “What’s his name?��� He asked earnestly, and Angel looked confused.

“What?” They asked and he picked up the dinosaur from the floor.

“His name. Does he have one?” He asked, and David saw the tension leave their shoulders slightly.

“Oh. Uh, Dino.” They replied and David scoffed.

“Dino?” He asked incredulously, and Angel sat up slightly.

“Look, I was really little when I named him, ok?” They replied, a smile finally returning to their face.

“Alright, I guess that makes up for it. Still a pretty bad name though.” That earned him a chuckle, and with the now lighter atmosphere in the room, he added, “How come I’ve never seen him before?” He asked as he stood and made his way to the dresser, ready to take off his work clothes and get into something comfier, leaving the dinosaur on the bed next to his mate.

“I was kind of… hiding him from you.” They reached over and snuggled the stuffed animal to their chest.

“Why? What, did you think I’d think less of you for having a stuffed animal?” He asked, but once he was met with silence, he realized that was exactly what they had thought. “Angel?”

“I mean, not really... It’s just… every time I’ve tried to show him to a partner of mine, the reaction hasn’t always been great. I even had an ex try to throw him out once!” They finished with a slight laugh, but David could tell it wasn’t genuine. There was still a level of hurt there.

“That's awful,” He said somberly before making his way back over to the bed and laying down next to them.

“It’s ok. I broke up with them not long after that so… And now I have you, so it all worked out.” They smiled, and David leaned over to place a kiss on their forehead.

“What you said earlier, is it really that hard to sleep without me?” He asked, and Angel sighed.

“Yeah? I thought I had gotten over it actually. Just being in our bed was enough for a while but after the inversion… He just always helps me sleep without you.” They finished and David took hold of Dino, lifting him in front of his face.

“Well then, thank you Dino for taking care of my Angel.” He could hear Angel’s chuckle from beside him and it filled his chest with warmth. “But I’m here now. Your services aren’t needed for tonight.” He said as he gently placed him on the nightstand next to him. He turned back toward Angel and wrapped an arm around them, fully enveloping them and letting them bury themself in his chest. They must have showered before he got home because he could smell their shampoo as he held them close.

“Thank you, David.” They said and he hummed.

“Of course, Angel. I know I can be nasty at times but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide anything for fear of being made fun of. Not from me.” He finished and he felt them nod into his chest before the sleep he had interrupted took its hold on them again, and eventually, it took David too.

As usual, David woke up before Angel, and as he was sure they had nothing but microwave meals while he was gone, he was going to treat them to homemade breakfast in bed. He carefully peeled them off of him without waking them and as he got dressed and ready to leave the room, he realized how empty their arms looked. He glanced over to the cartoony dinosaur that was still on the nightstand before picking it up and gently placing it in their arms. Instinctively, their arms tightened around it and David swore he could see a slight smile cross their sleeping face as he left the room.

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[amaya-writes]

Hey! I saw your Toman's girl event and thought it would be fun to send a request in. Alright so the set up for this is that some of the TR boys have dating the reader for while and it was just the normal dating stuff but not once has the reader and the boys kissed or did anything intimate. Finally the boys try to give the reader a kiss only for the reader to get super flustered and say they gotta mow there roof or something. Since the reader got so flustered/embarrassed they have been kinda ghosting the boys until finally the boys confront them head on asking why they are getting ghosted. The readers only reply is that it's there first time and has no idea what they are doing or are suppose to do. Also can the boys in this scenario be Kazutora, Mikey, and Chifuyu pls!

ASK NO. 5 FOR THE TOMAN’S GIRL

Note: n/a

Characters involved: Kazutora Hanemiya , Manijro Sano (Mikey), Chifuyu Matsuno

Warnings: mentions of Kazutora's mental illness/problems

Gender-neutral reader, you/your/yours

Kazutora Hanemiya

Kazutora couldn't understand why you had suddenly decided to cut him off completely.

If your sudden exclamation about having to mow your lawn after your first date wasn't confusing enough, your dismissive attitude for the several days to come certainly was.

It had been a while since Kazutora felt as affectionate and head over heels as he did with you, something that fueled his insecurities and overthinking until he was making the situation worse than it really was.

According to his mind, you hated Kazutora and only stayed with him out of pity or fear of what could happen if you rejected the infamous delinquent.

You had never liked Kazutora and never would; that was the only explanation behind your sudden change in attitude.

Kazutora knew he should have stayed away and let things fade into nothing like they always did. He knew he should have given you the space you clearly craved and moved on with his life, but as he watched you dart across the cafeteria the second your eyes met for the umpteenth time that week, he couldn't help but follow after your scurrying form.

Maybe it was because of a need for closure, or simply due to Kazutora's irritation and annoyance at going from your first boyfriend to someone you barely knew in the span of a week. Whatever the reason, Kazutora couldn't help but confront you in the vacant school hallways with a hurt expression he tried his best to conceal.

"You're my first boyfriend."

"I know."

Kazutora seemed almost exasperated as he responded, something that made you subconsciously take a step back.

"The other day, you would have been my first kiss. I've never done something like that and I guess I just panicked."

Your voice trailed off at the end, sounding almost hesitant to admit how nervous you were at the prospect of crossing another milestone in your relationship.

It took him a moment, but when Kazutora finally wrapped his head around your seemingly absurd explanation he couldn't help but chuckle.

Sure, he knew you were inexperienced and new to dating, but he hadn't realised you were shy enough to literally run away at the prospect of kissing him.

"It's okay, we can take things slow."

Manjiro Sano

Mikey had given you enough time.

Well, if you could call exactly 24 hours enough.

He knew that something had been off ever since you pulled away from his attempt at a first kiss with mutters of chores you had to complete, but Mikey didn't bother to do much except sigh as you speed-walked through your front door.

Mikey wasn't exactly known for his patience, and could often be seen as annoying if not overbearing, but you had never minded his childish personality and steadily increasing clinginess.

Up until yesterday.

Draken said to give you space. He said it was best to let you gather your thoughts over the weekend until you were ready to come to Mikey and explain yourself.

Draken said it was best to leave you alone for a bit, but Mikey could bear being ignored by you for only so long.

As he stood outside your front door with your favourite snack and a confused frown, Mikey couldn't help but second-guess himself even with your hesitant smiles and polite conversation.

If anything, the way you clearly maintained distance between both of you only worsened his mood.

It was only when you started to mutter another string of excuses that Mikey finally snapped and asked you what was going on.

"I'm new to this, Mikey, and I couldn't help but panic at the thought of having my first kiss."

He blinked.

Manjiro Sano watched the way you awkwardly shuffled in your doorway and talked about how you weren't ready for a first kiss yet and chose to simply stare at you as a response.

It was only when the silence got a little too thick for comfort that he finally shrugged his shoulders and held out the snack in his hand.

"We can just take things slow."

Chifuyu Matsuno

Chifuyu couldn't help but panic at your sudden ghosting.

One second you were having a casual date at your favourite spot with his arm wrapped around you while he rambled about random things, and the next you were halfway across the room with murmurs of doing the dishes.

He had tried to understand the situation, Chifuyu really had, but that was almost impossible with you constantly disappearing from the room every time your eyes met.

It was only when a week had passed that he finally decided to take matters into his own hands and persistently wait for you outside your door as you got ready for the day.

"You can talk to me, you know."

You didn't plan to cave so easily, but the way he sounded so persistent to understand what you were going through made your tongue slip and mouth form words before you could convince your brain otherwise.

Surprisingly enough, Chifuyu didn't have much of a reaction to your words, choosing to simply let out a soft 'oh' and nod along to your reasoning.

He could tell that the thought of having your first kiss clearly made you feel panicked for reasons he couldn't understand, however, Chifuyu chose to respect your boundaries and not press further as the two of you walked in comfortable silence.

[rommahh]

I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[pies-writes-and-more]

infatuation

word count: 1,779

pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

warnings: maybe some swearing, a sad boi Bokuto but just for a bit promise haha also i haven’t fully proofread this so im sorry if it makes: no sense LOL 

a/n: i am falling more and more in love with this adorable himbo just look at him lol. This fic idea is honestly all thanks to @satan-ruler-of-hells​ because they are practically my muse in life so thank you satan ilysm <3 i hope you guys like it! Gif below is not mine - credits to the original creator!

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Bokuto knew from the very second he laid eyes on you that he would love you with every cell in his body. He finally understood what it meant to be infatuated with someone (Akaashi had told him just the other week about the English and Japanese words for infatuation and almost immediately, Bokuto knew that that was how he felt about you). He looked at you and felt like his whole life had led up to this moment.

He spent weeks trying to get on your good side, though you just laughed a little at him and awkwardly slid away. But just like most people, you couldn’t avoid his happy-go-lucky attitude forever. He always seemed to leave you alone if you truly wanted him to, but he bounced around you like a golden retriever, grinning from ear to ear. You knew that Bokuto had quite the reputation to go 110% for anything he wanted to, and so you weren’t that surprised when a bouquet showed up at your desk before school after weeks of him flirting with you.

The volleyball captain stood awkwardly in the doorframe of your classroom as you stared at the flowers, a glow to your skin as you gently touched the petals. You liked him - you liked how honest he was about his feelings, how unafraid he was to show you, you liked that he talked so highly about his team members, that he even told you about some kids at another school that he had mentored for a bit. You really liked him, even if maybe you weren’t as enthusiastic in your actions. You turned to look at him, a smile on your lips making him sigh from relief. He shot you a wink and started to come into the class before Akaashi dragged him away, saying he also had class to attend to. 

When Bokuto finally asked you out, confessing to you with a grin on his face, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I really like you, Y/N-”

“Bokuto, you left presents for me every day this week and you’ve been screaming it across campus that you like me,” you pointed out with a laugh. “I think I noticed.”

Bokuto’s jaw had dropped but he still managed to pull off that wide grin of his, “Oh! Good! So you got my signals! Would you like to go out with me then? We can go anywhere you like!”

How could you say no to that adorable sweet smile?

Everyone was well aware that Bokuto was infatuated with you, he looked for you at each of his games, spun you around in tight hugs every time he saw you acting like it had been forever since he had last seen you, and you were the second most thought about topic on Bokuto’s mind (besides volleyball, of course).

He talked about you non-stop, sometimes enough to get on the Coach’s nerves and earn himself a few extra laps. 

“-and then after practice today I’m going to go study with her because I’ve got that math testing coming up and she said that she would help me and-”

“Bokuto, you come off real strong ya know that?” Konoha chuckled, shaking his head slowly as he picked up another ball to practice serving with.

Bokuto tilted his head slightly, trying to decipher what his teammate meant, “Strong? What do you mean?”

Konoha just glanced at the team and smiled a little awkwardly, “I mean... don’t you ever think what you’re doing is a lot?”

The captain considered these words for a moment, a furrow in his brow the more he concentrated, “But... how is she going to know how much I like her if I don’t show her?”

“Just be glad she isn’t feeling suffocated by all your over-the-top acts of love,” Akaashi piped in, though almost immediately regretted it. His eyes glanced over at Bokuto, seeing the quick droop in his hair and expression.

“Suffocated?” Boktuo repeated with wide sad eyes. Could it be possible that you didn’t actually want him to do all the things he was doing? Could you actually hate everything he was doing and wish he would be different?

Akaashi tried to insist to his best friend that you obviously liked his actions enough to go out with him so he probably didn’t have anything to worry about, but it all fell on deaf ears. But the next morning, Bokuto decided that if it meant keeping you next to him, he would change how he was.

The next day, you were surprised to find no Bokuto standing at your locker with a smile and an eager story about something that happened at practice. You hung around just for a few minutes longer, wondering if he got held up somewhere, but eventually just shrugged it off, assuming he and Akaashi were busy.

But even throughout morning classes, you didn’t get any text messages, no memes being sent through any social media platforms, no snapchats of his bored expression when he was clearly supposed to be learning.

Was... something wrong? You thought back to the last time you saw him, just before yesterday’s practice, when he had covered your face with kisses like he always did and beamed when you told him you’d see him tomorrow. “I can walk you home if you’d like!” He had offered.

“You’ve got practice in like 5 minutes, Bo,” you rolled your eyes with a smile. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry!”

He had shouted some compliments at you as you left making you laugh more as you waved goodbye to him.

Had something been wrong then too as you hadn’t noticed?

Bokuto seemed to be dodging you during break times. You’d see a flash of his dyed hair and by the time you got to where he last was, he had disappeared again.

Was he avoiding you? Was this his way of trying to break up with you? Your expression tightened into a frown - after just a few weeks, was Bokuto trying to ghost you in the most immature way possible? Sure, you knew he was childish and didn’t like to hurt people’s feelings too much, but you never expected him to try and disappear from your life like this.

You knew he had practice tonight so at the end of the day, you waited by the gym, awkwardly giving smiles and waves to his teammates as they walked in.

Soon, Bokuto’s eyes caught yours and he froze, looking around for some sort of escape. Your heart dropped just a little - so he really was trying to avoid you.

“H-Hi Y/N,” he smiled nervously, slowly walking towards you and trying to see if he could maybe slip past you.

“Are you trying to break up with me?” You demanded, searching his eyes for guilt or sadness, or any sort of emotion really.

But Bokuto just stared at you with shock, his head tilting the way it did when he was confused (which was often, to be honest), “W-What?”

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. And you didn’t come find me in the morning... or at lunch... and you haven’t texted me all day. It feels like you’re trying to run away from me,” as you spoke, you felt a bit of shame growing in you. Were you just being clingy? Were you overreacting for no reason? Maybe Bokuto was just busy today. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe you had gotten used to him being around you had started getting too clingy to him and he needed to get away from you. “If... If you needed space you could’ve just told me.”

“I don’t need space! I thought you did!” Bokuto gaped at you, reaching out for your hand but hesitating and pulling his arm back suddenly. “I thought... maybe you thought I was too much. Or suffocating you with how much I like you. I know you’re very independent so... I didn’t want to chase you away because I like you so much.”

“Suffocating me?” You repeated in surprise. You hadn’t ever really considered that. Sure, Bokuto came on strong but there was a sort of confidence in it that you really admired. You loved that he told you what he thought with barely a filter sometimes, you loved that he showed you all the time how much he loved you because you were honestly sure you were unlovable for a while. But where you felt like you were the darkness, he was a gleaming sort of light. A happiness that you never understood but always envied, a courage embedded in him that you wanted to get to know more and more, a gigantic heart that you could never understand how or why it chose you. “Bokuto, I am... completely infatuated with you.”

Bokuto watched you, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as the seconds passed. He knew that word (now in two languages) and he knew that was exactly how he felt about you. He grinned and quickly picked you up into a hug, squeezing you tightly, “I missed you so much today. Trying to keep away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” he whined, his smile not letting up the whole time.

You laughed and snuggled into his neck, squeezing him tightly, “Don’t go ignoring me like that ever again okay! I missed hearing from you all day. You’re the best part of my day,” you told him with a loving tap to his nose, making him beam all the more. 

“Never again! I promise! I’m much too infatuated with you to ever leave your side again, I swear!” he laughed, emphasizing his fancy new vocabulary and making you giggle. 

“Okay okay, go practice before you’re late. Then you can walk me home okay?” You told him and he jumped up excitedly, running off to make sure that practice went by quick so he got to be with you. You just watched him with all the love in your eyes, sitting in the gym and focusing on how he moved, how he soared, how powerful he was.

As practice went on, you couldn’t contain your laughter as Bokuto scolded Akaashi and Konoha for making him believe that he was too much and coming on too strong, insisting that you were the most perfect girl in the world so of course he had to show you how much he loved you.

His words just filled you up with so much joy, you could barely sit still. You were completely in love with Bokuto, but until you were ready for those words, infatuation really did seem to fit quite nicely.

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[merakiui]

hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak  note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao] 

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche] 

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.

[mochi-marie]

I hope this isn’t too much but can you do some bnha characters comforting the reader? Maybe she has low self esteem and thinks down of herself? Maybe with hawks, Shigaraki, Bakugou and Todoroki? Sorry it’s just I’m not in the best mood > <

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 / 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 / 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 + 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ˎˊ˗

author’s note : it's not too much at all, love!! i love writing comfort, this is more than okay! and no need to apologize, everyone gets upset sometimes <3 just remember that you're loved, and take care of your mental health — that goes for everyone reading this! also, i ended up writing two small blurbs for bakugou and todoroki, so i hope they're okay? <3

perspective : gender neutral

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, keigo takami, shigaraki tomura

warning : angst to comfort, themes of self-hate / self-esteem issues

⊰ 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 ⊱

♡ … bakugou may not seem like it, but he is very observant. he tends to notice slight changes in routines, or in attitudes. this often times includes noticing changes of mentality.

♡ … the moment that he realizes you're upset, specifically upset with yourself, he understands. he's been through similar feelings of inferiority, and a part of him aches at the idea of you feeling the way he did.

♡ … over time, katsuki tries to reach out to you in subtle ways. making you food more often, offering small glances and holding your gaze with his own with a hidden questioning look while he wished he could say : "hey, i'm here for you"

♡ … but subtlety often doesn't work. he realizes it when your issues seem to finally bubble up and you're nowhere in sight...

bakugou found himself staring into dark wood, eyes downcast at the slit under the door with low, yellow light illuminating from the crack. Taking a deep breath, going over the words in his head for what felt like the one-hundredth time, his hand lifted up to meet the door — your door — and his knuckles bounced, the rapping jolting him out of the haze he had been trapped under. bakugou's mouth felt dry, mind blanking and words dying on his lips when he heard a soft voice call out; "who is it?"

"open the door." strong, stable, calm. katsuki's eyes trailed the length of the illuminated slit, watching for any movement that would be caught by shifting shadows. "wh-" "just let me in, (name)." his voice was quick and sharp to respond, a stark contrast to the worry swimming in his scarlet red eyes. surprisingly, the click and shift of a lock was heard, and the door cracked open, revealing you. you could only imagine how disheveled you appeared — large, oversized lounge clothes draping over your figure, hair messy, and no doubt bags under your eyes, deprivation of mental rest clearly written across your face. "b-bakugou, why're you-"

arms wrapped around your shoulder tightly, surprise making you stumble back as your own instinctively wrapped around bakugou's mid-section. his face was pushed against your head, his spikey blonde hair tickling your face as the realization dawned. bakugou knew, he was there. he knew the deepest, darkest depths of his own mind that was tainted with ideas of inferiority, of guilt and regret, and of self-hate. he knew more than anyone how you felt in that moment, and he silently enveloped you in the comfort of attention and understanding.

"how'd you know?" you murmured softly, trying your best to swallow back the hot sting behind your eyes.

"it's my job to know." was his only response.

⊰ 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 ⊱

♡ … todoroki can be a bit oblivious with childish things such as jokes, or with some types of emotions, but he understands self-esteem and the issues surrounding the concept.

♡ … watching your facial expressions, he immediately takes notice of the way you avoid mirrors, or in the way you seem to dodge compliments and brush off insults with a hidden frown and hurt bleeding from your expressive eyes.

♡ … todoroki would not waste any time, and would be quick to come and confront you about what's bothering you.

♡ … he may not fully understand the extent of your issues, but he will not stand aside and watch a loop of self-destruction start...

todoroki watches the smile on your lips fade to a thin line as others laughed around you, watching carefully as your gaze wandered to your hands that rested in your lap, fiddling nervously with your fingers. his stomach twisted into knots as he observed you silently, blank look on his face ever-present as he watched you get left behind once again. he watched the corner of your lips twitch, observed as the sigh flew harshly from your lips, and as your head dropped to stare into your lap.

furiously blinking, doing your best to hide your distraught face from others, a hand pressed itself to your upper back. the positioning was awkward, yet safe; hand curving to the upset hunch of your back. the hand was warm, and as you lifted your head, meeting his dual-colored eyes that matched his white and red split hair. "(name)?" his voice was calm and soft, eyebrows creasing in furrowed worry as his hand traveled to yours that had continued fiddling, taking your fingers into his palm. his thumb absentmindedly rubbed over your knuckles softly, having paused.

"are you okay?" sincerity dripped from his honeyed voice, genuine worry for a close one obvious. the tears that slipped from your eyes didn't startle him; todoroki calmly waited, until your head dropped to lean against his shoulder, feeling terrible for letting him see you in such a weak moment.

"it's okay, (name). speak when you're ready. i'm here for you." was his soft response to your silence, his heart pounding in his chest.

no one dared to disturb you two, as he listened to you let your emotions out.

⊰ 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜 ⊱

♡ … climbing in through your apartment window to be greeted with a surprised gasp was confusing.

♡ … when his head snapped up to see tear streaks on your cheeks with rosy eyes and a red nose, his heart climbed into his throat.

♡ … keigo's normal cockiness drained from his person, replaced with a side of him that doesn't normally show all too often -- seriousness and care overtakes his features, being emotionally intelligent.

♡ … he drops anything that he may have been carrying in favor of scooping you up into his arms after pulling off some of his pro-hero equipment ( visor, gloves, etc ).

♡ … keigo looks down to you, cradled in his arms with tears brimming that nearly draw water to his own eyes.

♡ … "what happened?" he asks softly, in a low voice as to avoid any more tears that would slip if he spoke any louder. his voice was barely above a whisper.

♡ … if you choose to say what's been bothering you, he'll listen closely, still holding you close to his chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, sitting down on a sofa or a bed.

♡ … if you choose to stay silent, not yet ready or not quite in the right mind to convert bitter thoughts into coherent words that would make sense, he'll simply hold you to his figure until you're ready to talk!

♡ … will be a bit clingy, if it doesn't annoy you too much! he'll grumble a bit if you try to push away, and will sit outside the bathroom door if you needed to use it.

♡ … for the rest of the night he's never too far away, sticking near you as much as possible to offer any and all comfort that you need, only getting up to follow you to the bathroom or to grab you any snacks or drinks you may want, or blankets and pillows.

⊰ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 ⊱

♡ … shigaraki is known to not care for others and their qualms, acting childish and not being the best in understanding certain emotions or knowing how to deal with them within himself or others.

♡ … but having a relationship with you ( in some way or another ), he may have learned a bit. that doesn't mean he won't hesitate greatly though, once met with your tearful expression and curled up figure.

♡ … all you see is his frozen, ridged form, standing as still as a statue. yet his heart is pounding wildly in his chest, breath caught in his throat and skin starting to irritatingly itch.

♡ … his hand crawls up to his neck to absent-mindedly scratch, observing the way you opted to turn from his view. yet it was hard to miss the way you tried your best to stop the small bobbing of your shoulders that ached in the suppression of your cries.

♡ … an awkward, uncomfortable presence was sat next to you after a few minutes. no touching, just company. his company, unsure of what was appropriate, not knowing what to do, or what you would want from him.

♡ … if you don't tell him want you want, or what you need, the most he might do is place a tentative hand on your shoulder to test the waters, unsure of what he was doing, fingers twitching in uncomfortable tenseness.

♡ … he wants to help, he knows that he should help, but he doesn't know how to interact with people who are suffering with these emotions.

♡ … you'll have to be to one to move; to crawl into his embrace and manually wrap his arms around your frame, to be the one to initiate so that he can finally loosely wrap his arms around you — still hesitant and rigid, but wanting to help you in any way you would need — and let you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

♡ … while he may not be sure about physical or emotional connection, he understands that you need him, and that you need time to be able to explain the self-disparaging thoughts that run wild in your head.

♡ … will let you sit and cling to him for the rest of the day, and doesn't dare move unless you yourself moves first, not wanting to risk worsening any thoughts -- the absolute opposite of what he would wish.

© — mochi-marie.tumblr 2021 ⊱ please do not plagerize, repost, reproduce, edit / alter, or claim any works as your own.

[tennessoui]

I’m obsessed with all your fics and you but the a/b/o fic with a pregnant obiwan is killing me I love the floof so much

so happy you like the roadtrip au as it's one of my favorites too!!!

have about 2k more because youre awesome <3

(squick: a/b/o)

They’re somewhere in eastern Ohio when Anakin clears his throat and turns down the music. Obi-Wan’s back in the front seat with him, munching on a stick of beef jerky he’d never in a million years eat if it hadn’t been the most appetizing thing in that last gas station. Obi-Wan hates these cravings, can’t make sense of them at all, seeing as he hasn’t even eaten beef in fifteen years.

Anakin had just laughed and bought five different flavors, just to make sure Obi-Wan had something he liked.

All the rest of the food is in the back on his nest, which makes Obi-Wan a little grumpy because the only thing that should be on his nest is him and Anakin, but it’s not like there’s anywhere else for the food to go. Obi-Wan needs all the room in his seat to stretch out his legs, and if they put the food in the trunk then they’d have to stop every hour or so for Obi-Wan to get out and get it, which wouldn’t work at all, because Anakin doesn’t like it when Obi-Wan leaves the car, even if it’s just to walk around the side of the car to the trunk.

So the food is in his nest and Obi-Wan is coping with that intrusion fairly well. There’d only been some light pouting about it before Anakin had offered to keep it beneath his feet, but that would be too dangerous to even really consider, and Obi-Wan had shut up. His alpha would just be stupid enough to try it, too, if he thought that’s what he really wanted.

But. Obi-Wan’s munching on a long piece of beef jerky like it’s a carrot, and he’s thinking about what sort of things he should be eating for the sake of the baby, when Anakin turns down the music and clears his throat.

At first, Obi-Wan thinks this is because this is his music hour, and Anakin is just tired of listening to it.

But the alpha is tapping nervous beats on the steering wheel, not in time with the song at all, and it makes Obi-Wan pay attention.

“So you never told me what this alpha was like,” Anakin says, staring straight ahead. “This...uh.”

“Set,” Obi-Wan supplies.

Anakin’s proud jaw flexes and he purses his lips as he changes lanes. No one’s coming from behind them and they’re not about to pass anyone, but Obi-Wan’s a terrible driver, so he’ll give Anakin the benefit of the doubt.

“Right,” the alpha says. “Set. You never told me what Set was like.”

Obi-Wan takes a bite of his jerky so he doesn’t have to respond right away.

The truth is, he doesn’t particularly remember what Set had been like, other than surprisingly eager to get into his pants. He’d smelt vaguely like leather and rain, but what in Seattle didn’t smell vaguely like rain?

He’d looked like Anakin in the low light of the bar. He’d had the same jaunt to his nose, the same thick eyebrows. Almost--but not quite--the same color of hair. He’d been an alpha who looked like Anakin but looked at Obi-Wan the way Anakin never would.

And that had made Obi-Wan indefensibly weak.

“Ah,” he says instead of saying any of this. “I…”

“Never mind,” Anakin decides just as suddenly as he’d spoken. “You don’t have to tell me. If you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Obi-Wan trails off, unsure of how to continue. Anakin’s tense on the other side of the car, and his scent is heavy and everywhere. “It’s just that we didn’t....ah.” He clears his throat and looks out the passenger window. “We didn’t talk much.”

The car swerves just slightly. Anakin must be tired. They’ve been on the road for nine hours, with the frequent stops calculated in.

“I think we should stop soon for the night,” Obi-Wan proposes when Anakin makes no move to say anything else.

“You didn’t talk much?” is the alpha’s reply. The tone is unreadable.

Obi-Wan blinks, his hands finding their way to his belly as he looks over at his alpha. Unreadable usually means angry when it comes to Anakin, but Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why.

“You just...what, you just saw him across the room making drinks and that was enough? Skilled with his hands, was he?”

Obi-Wan inhales sharply. They’ve been friends for so many years that they’re comfortable enough around each other to make jokes about their sexual preferences and partners. But this isn’t a joke. This has teeth and Obi-Wan’s already feeling sensitive. “I just...I was lonely,” he mutters, turning his body away from the alpha. “He reminded me of something, I don’t know. He was sweet. And clever and he made it clear what he wanted.”

Anakin draws in a breath, but Obi-Wan doesn’t particularly want to hear anything else. “I want to be done for the day now,” he tells the alpha as a blue sign with the next exit’s hotel options flash by them. “Please stop at the next exit.”

For a second, Obi-Wan isn’t sure if Anakin will, but the alpha surprises him by slowing down and taking the exit.

It’s nothing special, the motel they find. Feeling a little bit angry and childish about it, Obi-Wan demands that Anakin stay in the car while he goes and gets them a room. His alpha’s nostrils flare as the tendons in his neck stand out, but he agrees.

Good. He can stink up the car with his pheromones while Obi-Wan gets things done. Typical alphas.

Despite what Anakin seems to think will happen if he lets Obi-Wan out of his sight for longer than five minutes, the attendant at the hotel gives him no trouble at all.

“And would you like a single or a double?” the woman asks, staring at her computer. Obi-Wan falters.

He wants to say double, because he thinks it’s necessary to reestablish lines and boundaries between himself and his al--the alpha. He doesn’t want to take advantage of Anakin, feels awful just thinking about it. He wants to say double, because they’re just two friends taking a road trip together. They can afford two separate beds.

He wants to say double.

“A single should be fine,” is what his mouth says instead.

The woman hums agreeably and keys two cards with the information. He finishes the transaction feeling as if he’s underwater. What has he done? The woman hands him the cards and he walks out of the lobby in a daze.

His alpha is already mad at him for reasons he doesn’t really understand. How mad will he be when he finds out that Obi-Wan couldn’t control his omega side again, and now he has to spend the night pressed up against him? Sure, they’ve done that before, for weeks now. But this is different. Anakin can’t just leave if he decides Obi-Wan’s become too clingy. He’d have to sleep in the car if he needed to go.

The thought pulls a distressed keen out of Obi-Wan’s throat, and he doesn’t have time to banish his anxiety from his scent before Anakin’s there. The man hadn’t even been waiting in the car where he’d left him. He’d been leaning against one of the pillars of the hotel’s entrance. Obi-Wan has the ridiculous mental image of Anakin slowly slinking closer while Obi-Wan was inside, getting out of the car to lean against the door, then moving to lean against the trunk, then to one of the columns that holds up the ceiling of the drive-in entrance. Then to the entrance itself when Obi-Wan was taking too long.

The thought makes him more distressed. Anakin is such a good, protective friend, and Obi-Wan is still taking advantage of it.

Anakin is quick to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan and pull him into his chest in the shade behind one of the potted plants just outside the sliding double doors. He sniffs at his neck and then runs his hands up and down his sides as if he’s afraid someone had pulled a knife on the pregnant omega in the ten minutes he’d been inside.

“What’s wrong, what happened,” Anakin murmurs, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s tummy. “Did someone say something? Are you alright? Omega, Obi, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan sniffles, holding out the keys to their room. “They were…”

And then he lies. It’s about protecting himself, his child, he thinks. If Anakin leaves now, who will protect them both? He needs the alpha. More than that, he needs Anakin.

“They were out of double rooms,” he hears himself say. He grips at Anakin’s shirt with both of his hands and turns his wet eyes upward. He needs to keep Anakin looking at him and not at the mostly deserted parking lot. And Anakin’s the type of alpha who would drop anything to help a distressed omega. That’s always been Obi-Wan’s experience, at least.

“Are you…” Anakin furrows his brow and strokes over Obi-Wan’s tummy again. He’s had a fascination with it since the beginning of the pregnancy. “Are you upset you have to share a bed with me?”

“No!” Obi-Wan gasps, offended that that’s even the conclusion Anakin has drawn. “Of course not! I just...I’m sorry you don’t get the choice….” He falls silent when Anakin pushes his thumb against his lips.

“Obi, it’s alright, baby,” he murmurs. “I don’t mind, I really don’t. We’ve shared beds for years now. Why would this be any different?”

Obi-Wan pouts against Anakin’s finger, and the alpha graciously removes it. “Because...you wouldn’t be able to leave and sleep somewhere else if I’m…” he wants to say too much, but he doesn’t know how to phrase it in a way that won’t make Anakin say something he doesn’t mean out of sympathy for him,

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Anakin murmurs, petting his hair and making Obi-Wan look him in the eyes. “I’m not leaving you, Omega.”

It feels as if Anakin’s slipped in a bit of Alpha command, what with the way Obi-Wan’s body reacts to this. But what would the command even be?

“Let’s go get our stuff for the night, yeah?” his alpha says. “We can get the bed all set up in a nice nest, take a nap, and then find somewhere to eat. Are you craving anything in particular?”

Obi-Wan thinks about it as Anakin grabs his hand and leads him back to the car. Anakin takes out both their suitcases, but won’t even let Obi-Wan wheel one in.

He’s given the bag of snacks to carry instead, along with Anakin’s college sweatshirt.

“Pancakes,” he decides. “I really want pancakes.”

“Then that’s that,” Anakin smiles down at him. “Nest, then nap, then pancakes for the omega.”

“And the baby,” Obi-Wan says, framing his stomach with both hands.

Something dark flashes across Anakin’s eyes, but it’s gone before he can get a read on it. It hadn’t been anger though, he knows that for sure.

“And the baby,” Anakin agrees.

[capricornus-rex]

Basilio x Reader | Untitled Oneshot (English version)

Original Filipino x English version

--

You noticed that Basilio has been standing in front of the mirror and doing his hair for five minutes already. You’ve probably passed by his bedroom a couple times, finding him in the same position each time.

“I wanna try something on you,”

Basilio finally lets go of his hair. You didn’t want to admit that you got envious for a moment when the end of his hair bounced. It was a silent invitation for you to come in. You grab the comb sitting on his nightstand, he settled on the foot-end of the bed and you sat behind him.

First, the comb runs through his hair effortlessly. Your free hand holds the length of it and it was so silky that you couldn’t keep your hands off of it. When you eventually got a hold of yourself, you ran your fingers through the top part of his hair going downwards, then he slightly shook his head.

“Stop moving!” You squealed while raking three separate strands of hair to prepare for a braid.

“Your fingernails tickle!” he said laughingly, but he’s trying his best not to.

“It’s easier to just fingercomb it,” you reasoned, but you kept the playfulness intact. “Aww, you’ve got pretty hair.”

Basilio purred as you started to braid his hair. As a matter, simply feeling your fingers running through his jet black locks comforted him. In the middle of braiding, he caressed your wrist and the back of your hand when he felt it close to him. His touch compelled you to pause.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” he trailed off. “I just felt like I haven’t caressed you enough today.”

You didn’t have a moment’s chance to react; Basilio gingerly tugs your hand, bringing it closer to his lip. It’s funny, you thought, that the demigod son of a war god could have so much warmth in him. He didn’t let go after kissing your hand, he took his time in fiddling those candlestick-thin fingers; they found their way into the spaces between his own.

“Is that really what’s on your mind?”

You leaned against his back, your chin resting over his broad shoulder. His breathing was relaxed, but you sense something else. Almost like he’s afraid.

I guess demigods can be scared too. You thought.

Basilio turned his head to face you, the tips of your noses rubbing against each other, your hand—still enclosed in his—manages to stroke his chiseled cheek.

“I guess I got scared all of a sudden,” confessed Basilio. “Maybe one day, something might happen to you, and I won’t be around to protect you.”

“I doubt that,” you light chuckled. “You’re too clingy to me.”

“You tired of it?” he teased.

“Nah,” you grinned. You slightly crinkled your nose until you caught a whiff of a familiar scent. “Have you been using my conditioner?”

Your long-haired demigod boyfriend turned into a deer in the headlights. One long “Uh” proved his guilt. His sentence? A pillow to the head.

“No wonder it ran out too soon!”

“I’m sorry, love! I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy something bigger—than me.”

Another pillow to the face.

“Idiot, be thankful I love you otherwise I’d choke you.”

Basilio’s eyelids drooped, and emerged a smug grin, “Why not?”

Your free hand trailed upwards, passing across the groove of his chest, your tiny hand barely even wrapping his neck. You dared to put pressure on your grip and he responded with a coy smile. He thought he was playing it fair when his one finger traced a line along your cheek to your breast.

Exchanging smirks at just an inch away from each other, he wasted no time in grabbing you by the small of your waist and bringing you down with him as he lies down in bed.

You clicked your tongue, brushing away a stray strand of hair across his face, “Your hair’s ruined.”

“That’s okay. You can pull it,”

“What?”

“What,” again, he flashed that toothy, childish grin at you that seemed to make you feel tingly all over.

You hate that you love seeing it on his face. And he knows it—no wonder he always pulls it on you.

[dragonsareourfuture]

Death Note/GN!Reader — Pick Up Lines

A quick little scenario in which your Death Note sweetheart uses a terrible pick up line on you! I feel as though these all kinda suck since I write this a while ago but it’s fine. It’s fine.

Mello

Staying up late every night and watching security footage was not fairing well for Mello. Dark circles started to form underneath his eyes, and you pointed out that he was turning into L, all he needed was black hair and a haircut. He simply responded “The day I cut my hair short is the day the world ends.”

Usually when Mello got tired he would turn into a grumpy, adorable gremlin but, mixed with the excessive amount of chocolate he consumed due to boredom, he had turned loopy. Matt had relied on his headphones to keep him sane, whereas you were left with no escape from the babbling blond.

Mello rambled on and on about how he was going to beat Near with every fiber of his being, slowly getting sidetracked into a conversation about sheep.

“They’re so fucking fluffy. Standing around, eating grass, taunting me.” The blond mumbled, his head resting on your lap as you stroked his hair, listening with genuine interest.

“Mhmm, how do they taunt you?” you inquired, wanting to know more before your boyfriend fell asleep and you never got to find out why he felt so threatened by white, fluffy animals.

“They just...do  .”

“Well, I’ll always keep you safe from the mean, mean sheep.”

Mello shifted so that he was gazing up at you. He lifted his hand to your face and gently smacked your cheek with his palm, rubbing his tired eyes with the other hand.

“Aw, babe you’re so sweet when you talk like that... You make me melt like chocolate in the summer~ ”

“I do what?”

Before Mello could answer, unconsciousness grasped him and pulled him down into the dimension of sleep. You sighed, disappointed that you wouldn’t get to hear more, yet also relieved that Mello could finally get the sleep that he needed.

“G’night, Mels,” You whispered, brushing his bangs to the side and kissing his forehead, “You make me melt, too.”

Matt

Matt’s been acting strangely clingy all day. As soon as you noticed this fact, you immediately figured that it was an anniversary or either one of your birthdays and it had slipped your mind. However, upon further inspection of your phone calendar, today appeared to be nothing special.

You were seated on the couch, watching a bit of television while Matt washed the dishes. You had insisted that you could handle that task yourself, but the goggle-wearing sweetheart had insisted that you relax.

Suddenly you heard the sink turn off and footsteps lead up to the couch. You turned around to see the redhead wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“Hey, I lost my phone number...can I have yours? ” He asked with a sly smile.

“Matt, you have my number. Is that a pickup line? You know we’re already dating, right? Is my number not working?” You interrogated, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and calling your cell from it to ensure that your phone number still worked.

“No- it’s... you’re supposed to go along with it!”

“Well, come up with a better one next time, dumb ass,” You tossed Matt’s phone back at him, the device landing in his lap. He pouted and shoved it into his jacket pocket, getting up to return to the kitchen.

“You’re no fun.”

L

The room grew dim and increasingly empty as the hours ran further into the day, eventually turning to night. Despite the signs that you should be on your way home, you stayed with the only detective who thought it appropriate to work into the ungodly hours of the night.

You glanced over at L, back turned to you with his nose practically pressed against the computer screen. You rolled your eyes and switched on the main light of the room, saying, “You’re gonna ruin your eyes reading in the dark like that.”

L did not respond but, at the looks of it, kept on reading the minuscule words on his screen with intent.

“Do you need anything? Water? Maybe some cake?” You asked, giggling at the end of your words for no other reason than the tiredness getting to your brain.

“No, thank you.  I already have you, and you’re sweeter than cake, anyway,” L droned matter of factly, not even tearing his eyes away from the luminescent screen.

“Awww! Oh my god, L!” You squealed, running up to L and enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Ah...(name), I c-can’t breathe...”

Near

You could practically hear the blood flow to your brain as you spun around in a desk chair at painful hours of the night. The screens that filled the SPK headquarters shone in your eyes, keeping you awake along with the unhealthy amounts of caffeine you had consumed.

Your white haired boyfriend sat crouched on the floor by your feet. The clicking of building blocks rang throughout the otherwise empty room as he stacked them on top of one another, paying no mind to anything else.

You sighed, placing your chin on the palm of your hand and deflating on the spot. No amount of caffeine could keep you here as late as Near always stayed, no matter how much you wanted it to. You hated that he was here alone all the time and, even though he always tried to convince you that he didn’t care, you knew it took a toll on his mental state.

You shifted in your chair, about to heave your body up when Near’s monotonous voice kept you still.

“(Name).”

You waited for him to continue, and spoke up when he stayed silent, “What’s up, babe?”

“Do you like LEGO ?” Near inquired. His eyes finally met yours as he twirled a LEGO piece in between his fingers.

“Uh, I guess—“

“Because I want to build a world with you... ”

You froze, wondering if the caffeine was getting to your head or if Near had actually used a pickup line on you — and a goddamn adorable one at that.

A weak smile tugged at your lips. You slid off the office chair and dropped to your knees on the cold tile beside Near, throwing your arms around the boy without another word.

Though he stiffened at first, Near melted under your embrace. He buried his face into your shoulder and wrapped his noodle arms around your torso. You stayed like this for either a minute, or an hour. It was so quiet that you could hear your hearts beating in sync. Everything was so perfect, so loving, so-

“ARE YOU GUYS STILL HERE!?”

Your heart nearly burst from your chest at the sound of a door banging against metal and the rough tone of Rester calling out to you.

Near grumbled and shoved his face into your neck, trying and failing to escape the booming echo of footsteps that approached your little heap on the floor.

“Yeah,” your voice came out ragged and small, but enough for Rester to hear and follow, “right here.”

“You both look exhausted! Come on, let’s get you to sleep.”

When Near barely moved a muscle, you took it upon yourself to pick up his limp body from the floor bridal style and carry him to bed. Though you almost dropped the poor boy more than once, you’d say you did a fairly good job. And, once you were both snuggled up in bed, you got a good nights rest of a solid three hours of sleep. It was the most Near’s gotten in weeks, so you were not complaining.

Light

Though you were already in a relationship with Light, the cheesy lines and swooning from him never ceased. You wouldn’t have to fend him off with a stick but he loved to be all over you even when he already won you over, and you loved that about him.

This was mainly exhibited when you two were alone together, him finding public displays of affection to be childish and overall unnecessary as everyone you hung around with at school respected your relationship quite nicely.

The two of you were strolling on the sidewalk after a headache inducing day of school. His arm was resting lazily over your neck as you walked while all attention was focused on you and you alone. You ranted about the difficulties of the day and, although they were mostly all minor inconveniences, they really got under your skin once all added up.

When you had finished, you huffed and rubbed at your temple.

Breaking the silence that followed, Light blurted,  “How would you like to be the goddess of the new world?  You wouldn’t have to deal with that crap anymore.”

You laughed, reaching up to lace your fingers with the hand that dangled by your shoulder. “Dude, I barely know what taxes are. I don’t think I can handle being a goddess.”

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Light pouted jokingly.

The two of you came to a stop in front of his house, him pulling you flush against him and just staring wistfully (up/down) at you. “Do you want to come in? I’m sure Sayu will be delighted to see you.”

“Oh, I’d love to but I don’t want to intrude—“

“Nonsense. Come on.”

And so, Light guided you into his home, his mother and Sayu cheerfully greeting you at the door and whisking you away into a night of wonderful conversation and a lovely dinner.

Matsuda

You took advantage of the daylight, working nonstop so that you wouldn’t have to stay after hours to get your unfinished work done.

Through your tireless efforts, you failed to notice a pair of familiar eyes glancing back at you every so often. You only noticed a change in your boyfriend’s behavior when he came rolling up to your desk in his wheely chair, resting his chin on his elbows and looking at you expectantly.

“Hey, what’s up, Teddy Bear?” You greeted, barely tearing your eyes from the papers splayed out all across your desk.

Matsuda grinned from ear to ear every time he heard that nickname. It made him feel wanted and loved whenever he was around you. Sometimes, this caused the filter between his brain and his mouth to thin, allowing whatever he’s thinking in that moment to slip out.

“Do you have a map? Because I’m getting lost in your eyes... ” he said dreamily.

Your head shot up in an instant, puzzled by the seemingly random affection, only to see Matsuda covering his lips as a dark blush began to rise on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Th-that’s not...I-“

“Honey...” you shook your head and sighed, placing your pen down flat on the desk, “That is the literal worst line ever but it sounds wonderful coming from you.”

“O-oh. Thanks?” He chuckled nervously, massaging the back of his neck as his skin became slick with sweat.

You leaned over the desk and pecked his lips before collecting your paperwork in a neat stack, placing it all carefully in your shoulder bag, careful not to bend any corners. “Why don’t I finish my work in that nice little coffee shop across the street. Join me?”

“Y-yes! I’d love to. It’s getting a little stuffy in here, anyway.”

Misa

“Ughhhhh I’m so tired! What a day!” Misa exclaimed, stretching out her arms above her head as she walked over to her folding chair. The white, feathery wings fastened to her back smacked people and equipment as she passed them, but you saw her as nothing but elegant.

Your girlfriend plopped her butt down into the fragile chair, giving Matsuda a scare when it nearly toppled over. With beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, he handed the girl her coffee.

“Aw, thanks, Matsu! And you too, (Name)! I wouldn’t be able to do any of my scenes without you guys cheering me on!”

You chuckled, cheeks turning a dusted shade of pink at Misa’s praise. “Dont give us all the credit, babe. You’re the one giving your all up there.”

Misa twisted in her chair to grab at your hand and intertwine her fingers with yours. “You’re too sweet, honey! Y’know, if it were up to me, you’d be the one wearing these wings!”

“Oh, I don’t know, I couldn’t take your place!” You said, gesturing to the fountain where Misa’s scene had just been filmed.

The blonde giggled and brought your fingers to her lips, giving them a couple kisses before shaking her head. “I meant I’d have you in these wings because you’re an absolute Angel , silly!”

Before you could even begin to respond, Matsuda beat you to it. “Aww my gosh, you guys! Could I be the best man at your wedding?”

“Hmm...” you pretended to ponder while tapping your chin with your index finger. “How do you feel about being the flower boy?”

“Done!”

[happyandticklish]

Interruptions

~Happy Birthday Izaya!~

Summary: Izaya’s busy and Shizuo wants attention. Events occur thusly.

“Stop.”

Another poke, this was one delivered closer to his side.

“I mean it.”

The distracting touch traveled down to his hip and he barely hid his jump.

“Shizuo.”

Shizuo smiled up from where Izaya now gripped both his wrists with a piercing glare. “Pay attention to me.”

Izaya tightened his grip, debating internally, before finally releasing the other and turning back towards his computer. “No. You’re being a child right now. I told you, I’m busy and I need to work.”

This game had been going on all night. Izaya could tell something was up with the other the moment he saw the look on Shizuo’s face upon entering their apartment. Normally Izaya was grateful for Shizuo’s affectionate moods, but that night he had work to get down, a last minute job he had been putting off, and he couldn’t concentrate with the other throwing himself on top of him every five seconds. He had explained this fact to the other in not so patient manner, and thus Shizuo had turned to this particular annoying method. The poking he wouldn’t necessarily mind, were it not for the fact that Izaya was unfairly ticklish and Shizuo absolutely could not know about it.

Izaya flinched as yet another poke was aimed at his side, his nerves flaring momentarily. His hands were paused at the computer, his arms tensed and ready to fly to his defense at a moment’s notice.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Izaya’s lips screwed together in a concerted effort to conceal his growing smile. “Shizuo, I swear to god, if you don’t stop I’ll—”

“What’s with the ‘Shizuo’?” the other inquired tersely, continuing to aimlessly assault his side. Izaya desperately wished he would stop for two seconds so he could in any way coherently continue this conversation. “Normally it’s all ‘Shizu-chan’ this, and ‘Shizu-chan’ that. Why so formal tonight?”

“I thought it irritated you when I called you that,” Izaya said distractedly, not really listening to the other’s words. Shizuo had discovered this one spot on his hip that he kept pursuing with a lazy persistence, and Izaya was slowly folding over his computer, his elbows unconsciously darting in protectively.

Shizuo grunted noncommittally at the argument, which was as good a confession as any that maybe he didn’t entirely hate the nickname. Izaya mentally tucked away the information for later, not that it was of much use right now. Shizuo paused his poking for a moment, and Izaya just managed to exhale a sigh of relief when suddenly two arms were wrapped around him, causing him to tense up once more.

“Shi—” he started, before startling as he felt a pair of lips press a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. Izaya’s shoulders rose instinctively as Shizuo began the affectionate gesture once more, and dammit why did that still tickle?

“Shizuo, I really am busy,” Izaya snapped, but his words faltered at the end as he found himself caught between pleasure and the unbearable sensation that sent shudders zipping down his spine. His gaze was directed at the computer, and yet he found himself unable to focus on any of the words contained there. “Why is it that you’re so clingy tonight?”

“I missed you,” Shizuo muttered into his hair, the words muffled. Izaya paused at the statement. “You’ve been gone for the past couple days now, and anytime you stop back here you just go back to that damn computer.”

Izaya hadn’t realized it had been that long, but as he thought back on it, he realized the other was right. He had been so absorbed in his task that it had completely slipped his mind that Shizuo might be affected by his absence. Guilt prickled unpleasantly inside him, and he would have offered to spend time with the other then and there were it not for the very real pressing deadline he needed to accomplish.

“I should be done by tomorrow,” Izaya offered as a peace treaty, though he had a feeling that wasn’t true. “Surely you can wait till then?” A sly smirk crossed his features suddenly, and, unable to help himself, he added, “Unless that would be too much for you? Do you really miss me that much, Shizu-chan~?”

Shizuo nipped at his shoulder pettily for that comment, and Izaya yelped, a hand flying back to shove him off. Shizuo raised an eyebrow. “Did I hurt you?”

“No!” Izaya denied quickly, cursing himself for being so stupidly sensitive. “It didn’t, it just, ah—”

Shizuo narrowed his eyes. Experimentally, he leaned down and kissed him again on that same spot, only this time he made sure to be extra gentle, his lips barely brushing the skin. Goosebumps scattered across Izaya’s flesh. His lips twitched into a hint of a smile, but he managed to repress the genuine thing.

“S-Shizuo—”

Shizuo snuck his hands under the other’s shirt, trailing them up his sides as his fingers ghosted feather-like over his skin. Izaya arched back minutely into the other and away from those hands, butterflies erupting in his stomach. “W-Wait—” he choked out, but then Shizuo curled his hands, nails tracing across his ribs as he did. Izaya squeaked, his arms flying up to cover his face and hide his reluctant grin. “Shizuo!”

“You’re ticklish?” Shizuo asked curiously, his words a soft breath against the shell of his ear. Izaya’s shoulders scrunched up protectively.

“N-No!” he insisted, the words coming out far gigglier than he would have liked. Shizuo’s hands were crawling spider-like up and down his ribs, the touch slow and intimate, and Izaya was having trouble not collapsing into a puddle right then and there. “I’m nahat!”

“How come you never told me you were ticklish?” Shizuo asked, his words innocent and inquisitive, which was somehow so much worse than him being mean about it. He seemed genuinely delighted by the discovery. “This is adorable!”

“I-It’s chihihildish—noho!” Izaya curled up in his arms as Shizuo’s fingers strayed too close to his underarms, teasingly circling the sensitive area. Izaya’s hands fisted in his hair, and he found himself torn between shoving the other away and revealing the laughter he was so desperately trying to hold in.

“It’s not childish,” Shizuo dismissed. “Everyone’s ticklish—even adults. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

Izaya flushed, trying to ignore the way the other’s reassurance made his heart flutter oddly inside his chest. “S-Shihihizuo!”

“Izaya.”

“Ihihihi neheheheed tohoho wohohork!”

“So work.” Shizuo scratched the spot where his ribs connected to his underarms, the touch devastatingly light. “Just ignore me.”

“Ihihihi cahahahan’t!”

“Mm,” Shizuo hummed unsympathetically. “I guess there’s nothing we can do about it then. You’ll have to take a break.”

Izaya cackled in his arms, squirming at the utterly unfair sensations. He knew, technically speaking, that he could make Shizuo stop if he wanted to. The other was usually fairly self-conscious about his strength advantage, and would instantly back off if the other protested. And yet, Izaya couldn’t find it in himself to put an end to this. Even though he knew it meant his work would remain unfinished for the night. Even though he was going to lose his mind if Shizuo didn’t stop dragging his nails across his skin in that infuriatingly ticklish manner. Despite all of this, he found himself strangely content to lie there laughing in Shizuo’s arms.

He would have time to dissect that thought process later.

“I didn’t know you could be this cute,” Shizuo commented nonchalantly, gently squeezing his hips. Izaya squeaked, drawing his knees up to his chest. “How come you’ve been hiding this side of yourself from me?”

“B-Behehecause yohohou dohohon’t deheheserve ihit—nohoho, stahahap dohohoing ihihit thehehehere!” Izaya hissed, batting weakly at his hands as he continued to torment the spot.

“I think you need to watch your tone,” Shizuo warned, a devious edge to his words. “Or are you forgetting the position you’re in?”

Izaya opened his mouth to throw back another snarky comment, but quickly found himself lost to another flood of laughter as Shizuo discovered how effective of a method digging his thumbs into the slender bone was.

They spent the majority of the evening like that, Izaya curled in Shizuo’s arms whilst the other drew hitching music from his lips with only his fingertips. Izaya never did get around to finishing his work that night, but in the end he had to agree that the break was nice.

[cocoswriting]

Jack & Tommy? 👀

Haha Bald

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Summary; Tommy makes fun of Jack for being bald, and when Jack makes a discovery, he gets his revenge. [PLATONIC. DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.]

Warning(s): This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like that kind of stuff, then I recommend you just scroll past.

Tommy making fun of Jack for having a shaved head was no shocker. He did it all the time—taking great pleasure in Jack’s annoyed reaction every time he poked fun at him, or acted as if he was insane for not growing his hair out by now. And even though it was childish and somewhat embarrassing to get made fun of by a 16 year old, Jack had to admit, he found it pretty amusing most of the time.

Most of the time.

Those “times” did not include when he had just woken up, was tired, and hadn’t even drank anything to wake him up yet. And that, unfortunately, occurred more times than he’d like to admit.

“Tommy, just shut up already,” Jack groaned, lifting his hands and covering his face with them, rubbing his temples in an attempt to wake himself up a little more so he could cope with this bullshit. He heard a loud laugh belonging to Tommy behind him as he sat down on a nearby bench and then felt a rough pat on his shoulder, which was supposedly meant to be reassuring. “You are literally being the furthest thing from Pog right now. So fuckin’ annoying.”

“I’m annoying?” Tommy echoed, walking around to be in front of the older man. Jack took his hands away from his face and glared at the blonde through his glasses, and much to his dismay, he showed no visible reaction to the stare. “Well, you’re bald, I think that’s just as bad. Seriously— what is up with your hair situation?” Jack was planning on completely ignoring the child this time, but his tired brain just completely snapped at his next comment. “I shouldn’t call it that. No hair means no hair situation I suppose,”

“Hey, you know what?” Jack responded, tone dripping in exaggerated annoyance and a strange type of playfulness. “There is one thing I can do to you that you can’t do to me,” he began, and Tommy grinned, clearly having already come up with a remark in response to him. “You know what that is?”

“Be jealous,” Tommy quipped, letting out a couple laughs at his own joke. He then looked back at Jack and laughed even more at the tired expression on the man’s face. But he was quickly cut off by a sharp gasp as he was grabbed by his shoulders and pulled back into a hugging position from behind, which left Tommy fully leaning against Jack’s chest as his hair was hastily ruffled. “Hey— hey! Whahat the hell?!”

“This is what happens, Tommy!” Jack grinned down at the boy, watching in amusement as he squirmed and whined. “If only you weren’t such a little shit,” the younger tried to duck down out of Jack’s hold, only to get caught again and lifted back up.

“No! Let me go, you bihitch!” Tommy shook his head frantically, failing to bite back the playful smile that overtook his features as well as the slight blush that spread across his face. God, this was so stupid. He shuffled again, leaning to the side this time and trying to squirm away, only to jerk to the other side and let out a strange sound which seemed like a mix between a gasp and a squeak as he felt Jack’s thumb brush against the shell of his ear.

“...whahat was that?” Jack sounded genuinely confused as he ceased the hair ruffles, which made Tommy’s face heat up in embarrassment as he averted his gaze. He was unsure of how to respond, so he remained silent, simply ducking his head down and under Jack’s arm to escape his grasp. “Hey, hey, nonono, what was that? Answer me.”

“It was nothing,” Tommy replied much too quickly, shooting a half-hearted, embarrassed glare in Jack’s direction. The older male smirked when he saw the boy’s pink face, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow. “Just— shut up.”

“Yeah, like you shut up when I told you to? I don’t think so,” Jack chuckled and reached his hand forward, swiping across Tommy’s ear before the teen could jerk his head away. This elicited another squeak-like sound, and Tommy swore he could see the realisation settle on his face. Jackass. “Tommy.. you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” He tensed at Jack’s question, his face simultaneously getting redder and paler as he stumbled over his own words. “Of course you wouldn’t be. Far too silly of a thing for Tommyinnit, right?”

“F-fuck off—!”

“Lookin’ a bit red there, Tommy,” Jack stood up and approached the teen. And Tommy, determined not to show any sign of weakness, foolishly stood still and allowed him to come closer. “Why is that~?”

This bastard.

Tommy could feel his face heating up more and more by the second. He could tell that he was bright pink by this point, and his “tough” demeanour had completely melted under the weight of his own embarrassment. How was he supposed to respond? Should he insult him again—

“ahA-!” Tommy let out a loud squeal as his train of thought was cut off by a few tweaks to both of his ears. He jerked backwards only for Jack to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into a tight half-hug, continuing to mercilessly pinch at the tip of the teen’s ears as he squirmed uselessly. “Nahahaha! Yohohou fuhuhuhuckin prihihihihick! Stohoahahahapihihit!” Giggles spilled from his mouth without a care and he had to actively prevent himself from melting into the tight embrace he was pulled into.

“Stop what, hm? Why’re you giggling so much~?” Jack’s teasy voice could be heard over Tommy’s soft giggles, as the pinches slowly evolved into light scratches delivered to the spot right behind his ears. The boy only giggled harder at this and nuzzled his face against Jack’s shoulder, effectively blocking his blushing face from view, but making his embarrassment worse as he heard Jack make an “aww”ing noise at his reactions. “Aww~ cuddly little thing, aren’t you? Maybe you really are the clingy one.”

“Ihihi’m nohohohoahat clihihingy, yohohou bihihihitch!” Tommy decided to continue with his fake protests and insults, despite having ceased his attempts to escape. He hid one of his ears in his shoulder, forcing Jack’s hand away from that ear and proceeding to rub the rest of the remaining tingles away. But then he felt Jack’s devious fingers start attacking his neck and he yelped, scrunching up both of his shoulders and frantically shaking his head, desperate to at least lessen the ticklish sensations. “NAHahaha! Ihihihi fuhuhucking hahahate yohohou! Ahahahasshohohole!”

“You hate me? For what? I’m just making you laugh, that isn’t anything to hate me for,” Jack’s playing dumb was only making everything worse for Tommy as he squirmed and wriggled, making no active effort to get away but doing everything in his power to cope with the tickles. “How rude of you. You need to be taught a lesson,” He bit down on his sleeve in an attempt to muffle his laughs and clung onto Jack’s shirt, lightly rocking on his heels, which aided in distracting him at least a little bit. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, only to open them wide again as he heard Jack begin to whisper “tickltickltickltickl” in his ears, showing no sign of shutting up any time soon.

“nO—!” Tommy let out another loud squeal and jerked his head away from the whispers, only to whine as Jack followed wherever he squirmed away to. The whispers were causing tingles to shoot down his neck and spine and that combined with the previous ear and neck tickles, was almost a little too much. But through his squirming, Tommy seemed to get a little carried away while shaking his head, as he jerked his head sideways into Jack, causing the older man to grunt and back away. Well... at least that was over?

“Holy shihit—“ Jack rubbed his cheek where he’d been head-but, a large, somewhat fond grin spread across his face. It took another few seconds for Tommy to recover enough to process what just happened, and when he did, he immediately panicked.

“Sorry! Sorry, shit, are you alright—?” Tommy gripped onto Jack’s shoulders and worriedly inspected the area he’d been hit, only for Jack to chuckle and pat his head.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Jack reassured and delivered one final swipe to the blonde’s ear, earning a squeak and a sharp glare to his direction. “Buhut just— keep that whole thing in mind next time before you make fun of me, yeah?”

Tommy couldn’t help his blush at that comment and he nodded, flashing a grin the other’s way. “Yeah, yeah, that was a one time thing, Manifold. Not happening ever again. I’ll be too quick next time.”

“Alright, well, we’ll see, won’t we?”