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matsufucker · 4 years ago

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Uhh, Sorry for the boring ask,so-- First Date with matsunos?

NON NON my sweet anon, the first request was a delight to answer, I had a lot of fun looking up playlists and seeing what would fit the matsubros! I apologize for being a lame square that is too shy to sing lol. I may or may not be trying to develop an Oso playlist as we speak. :3c

I got a bit carried away, these were supposed to be a list of headcanons but it’s a weird bullet list scenario.

I also gave all of the matsus their own phone, I don’t want to write six adults sharing one cell phone or a landline. Q Q

Osomatsu: spur of the moment and casual.

Osomatsu liked to ask you to hang out occasionally, they were mostly casual. Sharing a meal, exploring the town, watching him lose money gambling, maybe try your hand at pachinko, pretty normal things. So it wasn’t unexpected when he shot you a message to hang out in the evening.

“hey i won at the races! do u wanna eat at chibitas? ill pay for my own food” How charming.

After some light drinking (he could only afford two beers), the two of you were walking a bit before parting ways.

You walked by a small movie theater. It had faded out posters of old movies, it was probably family run or a small local theater. Osomatsu stopped and pointed at the Jackass poster.

“Oi, Y/N!! I saw some clips of this, it looks hilarious! We should watch it!”

You declined, it was getting late and you had to go to work early tomorrow. But you offered to watch a movie (Jackass or some other movie that they’re showing!) after your shift. Osomatsu’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah! Just let me know when you’re off! It’s a date!”

You had to try to not laugh. Of course Osomatsu would want to watch Jackass as a date, the least romantic movie ever. He smiled his classic grin as he watched you try to contain your laughter. “What? I’m serious!” he pouts.

You were surprised when Osomatsu showed up to the movie dressed differently. Instead wearing one of his well-worn hoodies and loose jeans, he was wearing an unbuttoned maroon shirt over a plain white tee with black jeans. He really was serious about this being a date, huh?

“I haven’t seen this outfit before!” you tease, causing Osomatsu to “eheh” sheepishly and rub his nose. He’ll reply with “I wanted to look nice for our first date!”

He’ll?? Actually pay for both of your tickets? No snacks though.

He won’t shut up during the previews! He babbles and comments on everything, good thing that it wasn’t busy and that the only other people there shushed him gently. He’ll whisper commentary throughout the movie unless you tell him to shut up.

Will 100% bump his hand against yours and side eye you with a big grin. His hand fumbles a bit before properly lacing his fingers with yours and giving an experimental squeeze. His hands are warm and softer than you expected. The backs of his hands are a bit dry, but otherwise the only notable thing is the slight clamminess of his palms. If you look at his face, his eyes are glued to the sight of you holding his hand and his smile looks like it could split his face in half.

If you lean your head against his shoulder, he’ll freeze up and accidentally grip your hand too hard. If you interpret this as a bad reaction, he’ll hurriedly say “nonono” and place your head back against him and tell you that it was really nice.

Surprisingly keeps his hands mostly to himself, the most he’ll go is wrapping a hand around your shoulder and giving rubs that are a bit too friendly.

You two walk out of the movie with Osomatsu’s arm draped around your shoulder and wanting to just touch you, you have to remind him that walking on top of you and feeling you up is not practical, especially in public. He’ll pout and say that “but you smell so nice!! And you feel so comfy!!” but he’ll relax and be content to walk hand in hand.

The two of you stop by a cheap place to grab some ice cream (if you pay) and talk about the movie and future plans? :3c

Karamatsu: dramatic king.

“Are you free tonight, starlight? ✨ Meet me at the bridge at sunset.” You smiled at the message, you were already used to his cheesy terms of endearment, and they actually made your heart thump a bit if they weren’t too ridiculous. You reply yes, appreciating that he remembered that you had a few days off work. He was always thoughtful and asked you when your free days were.

You go to the bridge a bit early, the sun was still over the horizon and bleeding gorgeous shades of orange and rose into the sky. You notice Karamatsu wearing his classic leather jacket and jeans pacing around. He was muttering to himself, waving grand gestures, and shaking his head nervously. You call his name and catch his attention. He squacks a high note before clearing his throat and turning dramatically towards you.

“Ah, so you’ve arrived, my turtledove!” he flicks a finger through his hair and smirks. Mostly unphased by his theatrics, you waved and greeted him, apologizing for startling him.

He whips out a bouquet of red roses and kneels at your feet. People are stopping and staring. You sweat a bit, feeling everyone’s eyes burn into you.

“Karamatsu,” you whisper, “what’s happening?” You tried to sound gentle, you could tell that he went through a lot of effort, but feeling onlookers watch you was making your skin crawl.

“Y/N, my muse, the fire within my heart, I was wondering if you would join me on a da-“ He stops midflourish, noticing your uncomfortable glances at the people, before realizing that he was making a huge scene. He quickly stands up to bashfully escort you to a less crowded bench. He’s fidgeting and focused on the bouquet, are his eyes watering? Oh no.

He’s trying to hold back tears at putting you in an uncomfortable situation and it takes a bit of backrubbing and “it’s okay” before he calms down. He hides his red rimmed eyes under sunglasses. You gently ask why he asked you to come here.

Karamatsu “hmphs!” weakly flourishes the roses once more. “I wanted to see if this lovely deity would join me for a moonlit picnic by the river!” His words carry far more conviction than the roses, they were trembling softly in his grasp. You accept the roses, they’re gorgeous and look freshly picked. Either Karamatsu paid a pretty penny for these or some poor gardener is missing a dozen roses.

He leads you to a quiet spot under a tree where a picnic basket awaits. He smiles and holds his hand out for you to hold. His grip trembles a bit before gripping your hand securely. He makes sure to check if the blanket is clean before guiding you to sit down.

There are containers of star-shaped rice balls, tamagoyaki, kaarage, and strawberries in the basket, along with store bought bottles of tea. You’re amazed at the whole spread, as far as you know, Karamatsu is a mediocre cook. The rolled eggs looked a bit misshapen and some corners of the chicken were nearing burnt, but it all looked wonderful. You ask if he went through the trouble of making all of this.

“Heh, of course, I would do anything to make my Karamatsu darling smile,” you can’t help but giggle softly at his horrid lines. Your sweet laugh only seems to egg him on, for his eyes glimmer and the corners of his lips rise even higher. “Of course, to achieve this, I couldn’t have done it without a bit of assistance from my dearest mother,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. You can already envision Karamatsu

It’s wonderful. The sky is clear, so you get a full view of the twinkling stars and the soft glow of the moon. Karamatsu asks you about your day and you two get lost in conversation.

As conversation slows, he’ll wistfully look at the stars and say another one of his dumb rehearsed lines. “The stars are beautiful tonight… but they are just grains of sand next to you.” He’ll then get a bit bashful and say that he really enjoyed tonight and was wondering if you’d like to hang out some other time?

Choromatsu: a coffee date! But oh dear he’s a fish out of water.

He briefly considers buying two tickets to a concert, but quickly dismisses it because he too embarrassed to show you how passionate he gets over idols.

He really wants to ask you in person but he would actually break trying to get the words out so he texts you a simple “Do you want to grab a coffee at XYZ café?”

You arrive at the café and spot Choromatsu sitting at a table, flipping through a book. He’s wearing a white button up, a brown sweater, and olive trousers. When you greet him, he practically jumps out of his chair.

“H-Hello!” he squeaks, bowing his head abruptly. He looks shyly at you and breathlessly mumbles “You look nice…” He freezes up and backpedals severely, sputtering “Ni-nice, nice… this is a nice café! Have you tried their, ah, americano?” His face is stretched into a tense smile.

“Thank you! You look nice too, I haven’t seen you wear this sweater before, it suits you well!” you return the compliment and Choromatsu turns cherry red. He turns away to look at his sweater and thanks you quietly.

The two of you go to order drinks, Choromatsu buys a black americano and is kind enough to buy your drink as well.

When you settle down at a table with your drinks, you notice that Choro’s nerves have calmed down a lot, he’s no longer stuttering every word and is fidgeting a lot less.

“So, what were you reading before I got here?” you ask, recalling that it was a pretty thick novel. He perks up at your question and pulls his messenger bag out to retrieve said book.

“Ah, you see, I was reading a book about managing businesses! I’ve been looking into business management and thought that readin-“ A familiar manga tumbles onto the table and it’s swiped away quickly.

“Oh,” you interrupt him before he can start spewing out an apology or excuse, “do you like that series?” Choromatsu pauses and looks at you with an incredulous look before nodding. “Really? That’s one of my favorite mangas!” you cheer, and you can practically see his prim illusion melt before your eyes.

“Really?” he asks, and you notice a slight spark in his eyes. Bingo. You nod, eager to get to see his nerdy side. He always tried so hard to look like a proper adult, and it was a shame that he was stifling his interests. You decide to try to stoke that spark and lean in closer. “Yeah, I read it a few months ago, I didn’t think that you’d be into it! How far have you gotten, do you like it?”

He has the cutest glow in his eyes as he chatters about the series and you’re thankful for the manga slipping out of his bag, it served as a wonderful social lubricant. By the time your cup was empty, you had gotten to learn more about Choromatsu. He seemed embarrassed by his interests, but every time you reassured him that it’s fine to have passions his body relaxed a bit more. He took the time to attentively ask you questions too and overall you felt really good about this little date.

“Would you like to walk around a bit? I think there’s a bookstore nearby.” Choromatsu tentatively suggested, swirling the last dredges of his coffee around in his cup. You agree, so the two of you walked a block to the store.

His hand would occasionally sway by yours, but he would honestly be too timid to hold your hand on the first date. If you try to hold his hand, he’ll probably flinch and be rigid for a second, before relaxing.

He buys you a small piece of merch related to the manga you bonded over and the two of you part after confirming that it was a fun date!

As you leave, you hear Choromatsu hop from foot to foot and cheer to himself!

Ichimatsu: unofficial date

Hanging out with Ichimatsu was a bit uncommon. If you asked him what he was up to, he would tell you where he was in town. It took a while before you picked up that these were soft invites to join him.

One time you joined him at the park. He was sitting on the swings and lazily turned his head to watch you as you approached him.

“Sorry, I already fed the cats,” he mumbled, standing up. He smoothed out a few wrinkles on his DAT sweater. “You didn’t have anything better to do today?”

“I like hanging out with you.” Your simple reply made Ichimatsu stuff his hands into his pockets and start walking. You follow along, taking note of how cute his ears looked red.

He pauses by a cat café and you see his glimmering eyes linger on the cats snoozing by the window. He crouches and waves his hand near a fat grey cat.

“Do you want to check it out?” you ask, and Ichimatsu shakes his head slowly. “I didn’t bring money.” he murmurs, smiling as the cat’s eyes started to follow his hand.

“I can spot you!” you offer, making Ichimatsu freeze in thought. “I’d like to relax with some cats with you.” you add, hoping that’ll make Ichimatsu feel less bad about having you pay for him. He stands up and stares at your shoes.

“Sure, if you want to…” he mumbles, nervously putting his hands into his pockets again. “Thanks.”

The entrance fee of 900 yen included a drink, Ichimatsu chose to get a juice.

You settled down by a table near a cat tower and after setting his juice on the table, he sat on the floor to offer a hand to a cat.

It doesn’t take long before a calico cat is happily purring on his lap. Ichimatsu looks like he might start purring anytime soon, with how relaxed he looked scratching the cat’s ear. You don’t have as much luck as Ichimatsu with cat taming, but a fat orange cat settles next to you on the booth. It looks at you expectantly and you give it a few scritches on its cheeks.

You sip your drink and “mm!” out of surprise. Wow, it tasted really good! You notice that Ichimatsu’s drink was untouched and stand up to give it to him so he wouldn’t have to disturb the sweet calico. He thanks you and sips his orange colored juice as you take a seat on the floor with him. His sleepy eyes widen slightly and he nods approvingly.

“Did you want to try my drink?” you tilt your cup towards him and he nearly drops his juice. You weren’t expecting a reaction like that and tried to verbally backpedal “Oh, you don’t have to, you know, with germs and all-”

He grabs your wrist and tugs the drink down until the straw met his lips. He took a strained sip, he honestly looked a bit constipated for how scrunched and pink his face was for sipping a drink.

“It’s good,” he exhales. He realizes his grip on your wrist and lets go immediately, before holding out his juice. “Did you want to try? You bought it and all.” You nod and have to resist grinning at how adorable Ichimatsu looked right now, his eyes were burning holes through the ground and his cheeks were dusted pink. It looked like he was trying his best to scowl but the corners of his lips gave away the hint of a smile.

You decide to mimic Ichimatsu and gently grab his wrist to pull his cup towards you. Bright, sweet notes of mango and peach grace your mouth and, wow, he picked a good drink. You let go of his wrist and his hand stays frozen there before he brings his cup back to drink his juice again.

Cats swarm Ichimatsu and he manages to enrapture all of them effortlessly. Cats are piled at his feet and purring. They seem oblivious that you even exist and you pout a bit at being ignored. Ichimatsu notices your slight pout and he offers a hand to you without thinking. When you place your hand into his dry palms, he only then seems to realize what he just did with a tense look on his face.

He soldiers on and places his hand on the back of yours, guiding you to pet the same grey cat you encountered at the display window.

You spend a few hours just enjoying the cats and Ichimatsu’s company. When your legs start to get pins and needles from sitting on the floor too long, you notice that the café is starting to get a bit busy so the both of you decide to leave.

You notice that Ichimatsu is walking a bit closer to you than usual. His hands are stuffed in his pockets like usual, but his shoulder brushes against yours every few steps.

It’s never clarified that this was a date but Ichimatsu parts ways with a “see you later” and a soft smile.

Jyushimatsu: a fun hangout that becomes a date!

You and Jyushimatsu were walking home after a long day of fun. It was impossible to have a dull moment with him around, today consisted of various activities at the park. Volleyball, pitching baseballs, going on a small hike, Jyushimatsu finding a five leaf clover, getting chased by geese, Jyushimatsu was quick on his feet and scooped you away from the vicious birds.

You waved at Jyushimatsu as you reached where you had to part. He smiled his classic big smile and waved enthusiastically with both hands before leaving.

Not even 10 seconds later you hear him yell “Y/N!” and his sneakers slapping against the pavement. He’s slightly out of breath as he holds a flier out in front of you.

It was an advertisement for a travelling carnival that was visiting town this weekend! Jyushimatsu bounces excitedly and asks if you wanted to check it out, it wasn’t everyday that a carnival showed up! Luckily you were free so you agree to meet him at the carnival in the afternoon on Saturday.

It’s hard to miss him, you spot a bouncing ball of yellow near the entrance. Jyushimatsu’s wearing a simple outfit, an loose white shirt that’s roughly tucked into brown shorts with an oversized yellow plaid shirt. He’s rocking on the balls of his feet and when he spots you, he waves so hard you can almost hear his sleeves flapping.

“Come on, come on, let’s go!” Jyushimatsu cheers, already pointing out rides he wanted to go on. There was a rollercoaster, how does a moving carnival carry a whole rollercoaster? And a Ferris wheel? There was so much to check out!

The tickets are pretty cheap, but you notice a couple’s discount while waiting in line. When you two are next in line, Jyushimatsu suddenly stops talking and you see that he’s frozen in place. He still has his smile, but his eyes were frozen on the discount.

The employee’s tired “next in line, please,” snapped Jyushimatsu out of his trance and he jumped to the counter to buy two tickets. The teenage boy behind the register eyed you and Jyushimatsu before applying the discount.

Before you can thank him for paying, Jyushimatsu’s clothed hand pulled your hand along to join the line for bumpercarts.

After trying various rides, you decide to take a breather and just look around the various mini games and merchandise. A fat stuffed Pikachu catches your eye, and Jyushimatsu practically hurdles over the poor person managing the ring toss game to play a round.

He throws the rings way too hard but somehow three of the ten ricochet onto the bottles. He picks out a small prize and pouts that he wasn’t able to get you the Pikachu, but he got you a keychain of plush duck from Spirited Away!

The night settles over you and you decide to hit the Ferris wheel before calling it a night. Jyushimatsu bounces slightly in his seat, making the cabin shake slightly. He stops if you look nervous.

Curiosity gets the best of you and when the wheel is nearing the end of its rotation, you ask if this was a date. Jyushimatsu “ahs” in surprise and looks out the window.

“I don’t know,” he states, finally turning his head to look at you. His mouth was shut in a rare closed mouth smile, and he fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

You realize that the ride wasn’t over as it started to go for another rotation.

“I…” Jyushimatsu trails off, and his lips were pulled into a tense line. His eyes were steely as stared at his hands, gripping fistfuls of his sleeve. “Is it okay if this is a date? Do you want this to be a date?” He lifted his eyes up to meet yours, and there’s a glimmer of vulnerability in those sweet brown eyes. Your body reacts before words can leave your mouth, you feel your head shake up and down before a “yes” tumbles out. Jyushimatsu’s back straightens up like a spring and his face splits into one of his classic smiles.

“Really?” he cries, and when you reassure him he yells a “hurray” and dives into your arms. The cart rocks violently, causing you to almost fold over Jyushimatsu. You laugh as you untangle yourself from each other. He looked so pretty with his long eyelashes and contagious smile.

The two of you exit the carnival with Jyushimatsu leading the way, almost vibrating in joy as he swings your hand the entire walk back.

Todomatsu: a cute date, with a side of the youngest brother curse.

One day after a shift, you and a few of your coworkers decided to hit up a local hot pot spot! A few random people that knew your coworkers showed up, Todomatsu was among one of them. He sat across from you and introduced himself as Totty.

He seemed really sweet and socially thrived! But as the large group broke into a collection of smaller conversations, Totty seemed to take a special interest in you. He was super engaged in convo, asking questions about your interests. He apparently met your mutual acquaintance at his old job as a barista, and he was taking some time to himself before job hunting again.

After dinner, Todomatsu asks if you’d want to exchange contact? You agree, there didn’t seem to be any red flags with him! You shoot a few messages back and forth and it’s exciting getting to know a new person.

“hey, check out this cute café that opened recently!!” he messages a few days later, and after discussing a few details you finally have plans for a date.

He shows up to the date as you arrive, wearing a white shirt with thin navy stripes, a large blush sweater, and cropped brown pants. He asks if you were waiting long and is relieved when you said that you got here.

Todomatsu buys a strawberry milk tea boba and offers to buy yours. You settle down by a table by the window and he asks you how you’ve been the past few days.

As you start to talk, you notice his round attentive eyes start to drift to the window. His brows furrowed in confusion, and you stop talking.

“Totty? What’s up?” you ask, starting to turn your head to the window. You see nothing out of the usual, just a normal street with a few shops and pedestrians.

“Ah, it’s nothing! I just saw something in that store that looked really cute!” he titters, and you can’t help but notice a strain in his voice. Slightly confused, you smile and sip on your drink.

“Did you want to check it out?” you suggest, and Totty agrees very eagerly. It’s a cute trinket store, they have things like stationary, phone cases, plush animals, and jewelry.

You find a cute rabbit with a sweet smile and rosy cheeks that reminds you of Totty! You mention it to him and he giggles, cheeks turning a bit red. You continue to browse around for a bit until Totty taps you on the shoulder and gives you a small bag. Inside is a small phone charm that has the same rabbit you pointed out earlier. “So you can think of me whenever you see it!” he winks.

When you exit the store together, you hear Totty yelp. You turn to see him getting grabbed by five men that look like him. They’re frozen, with Todomatsu flailing in their grasp. They blink a few times before dropping Totty on the ground. They all smile and talk animatedly over each other, ignoring the person on the pavement.

“Uh, Totty,” you unsteadily start, unsure of how to handle this situation. How do you handle this, what the hell? You crouch a bit to help Todomatsu up, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up whole. “Do you know these people?”

“Ah, yes, these are…” he glances lifelessly behind him. “…my brothers.”

“His older brothers!” the one in red shouts, posing triumphantly. “We’re identical sextuplets!” he lilts offkey. You sympathetically look at Totty, his face is downcast and his eyes are shining.

“Oh, wow, sextuplets! I didn’t think I’d be meeting your family so soon,” you try to lighten the mood, and Todomatsu tries to smile but he still looks mortified. “Do you want to leave?” you whisper. His eyes practically scream yes.

You wrap your arm around Totty’s, which causes his brothers to gasp and glare at him?? The hell’s wrong wit them?

“It was nice to meet you guys, but we’re on a date!” you smile before heading off. You feel Todomatsu squeeze your arm closer to his body and whisper “thank you.”

You stop by the swings a park and Todomatsu guiltily confesses that he’s a sextuplet?

You reassure him that it’s fine, it’s interesting, but who cares? As long as his brothers being unexpected guests isn’t a normal thing, it wasn’t too relevant. He seems relieved and apologizes, this won’t happen again.

You end up just talking, swaying on the swingset. He seems more genuine now, almost like revealing his family life was a huge weight off his shoulders.

He apologizes again for his brothers and offers to make it up to you next time!

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minsungderstandings · 2 years ago

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Incorrect BeomJun quotes !! ^^ (+ a glimpse of my story 'Miss Me More')

The title is pretty self-explanatory, so here we go! But, first, excuse me for my poor English :c

: ̗̀➛ For @milscky and @partlyparchment <3

1) New Rules...?

*Junie speaking with his son.

🦊—Okay, sweetie, what are the rules for?

—For breaking them and…

🦊—That's it, my love! I taught you well ^^

—… and put the ones I find low-key funny.

🦊—What?? Who has taught you that?

—Dad :l

🦊—CHOI BEOMGYU !!! %=/%&€÷×%;*

Additional note: the fact the son refers to Beomgyu as "dad" doesn't imply he refers to Yeonjun as his mom! Yeonjun and Beomgyu are both men unless they come out to say otherwise, let's remember that, so their son refers to them as their dads ^^. This stereotype about homosexual relationships and gender roles within it has to come to an end, because it's only a product of heteronormativity and its view of gender roles: "there must be a woman and a man, in every relationship". No, mate: studies have demonstrated homosexual couples mostly don't have these kind of roles. It's sad that most people still believe otherwise, precisely because the majority of them are straight and don't understand homosexuality....

A.Note {2} | I thought their son could be named "Beomjun" (it's a Korean name; example: singer and composer Jang Beomjun).

2) A prohibited cover

🦊—Soobin, I've got an amazing idea: we could record a cover!

—Great, Yeonjun! It makes me so happy that you have so motivation, inspiration and interest in doing lots of things ^^ quickly, tell me who have you thought to do it, the song's name and date of releasing, I note it down...

🦊—Beomgyu. Me. Red Lights. As soo-

—nO.

🦊—As soon as possible.

—NO.

3) Matter of strength

🦊—It's quite interesting: my arms are strong, and your legs are strong...

🐻—Aha.

🦊—But, do you know what is stronger?

🐻—...

🦊—My love for you.

🐻—바보야 .

4) Nice food for a nice human being

—Yeonjun-hyung, the food you've cooked for Beomgyu is more delicious than the one you've prepared for us.

🦊—Because he's more delightful than you, too.

—...

5) Kicked out from ?Heaven¿?

🦊"Should I tell Gyu that thing of 'did it hurt to you when you fell from Heaven?' No. In case of him being from Heaven, he wouldn't have fallen from there. They would've kicked him out, I'm sure. And I highly doubt he came from Heaven. This one has come from Hell, surely.

*Gyu continues to be immersed in his phone but percieves the tension emanating from Yeonjun, so he glances at him. Yeonjun can't help but react espontaneously:

🦊—They kicked you out for being too much hot?

*Gyu laughs like a little child.

6) Excuse him, Morpheus

Morpheus offering Yeonjun the two pills: the red one, which causes you to leave the Matrix, and the blue one, which makes you forget the Matrix exists and that you've met him.

—You know how it goes, right?

🦊—Yes, of course, go straight to the point, come on.

*Morpheus opens his palms, showing the two pills.

🦊—Okay so this one is strawberry-flavoured and the other one must be blueberry, right? Ahhh this is difficult :c

Beomgyu watching the scene: *facepalm.

Okay, this isn't an "incorrect quote", but a scene from my story "Miss Me more":

7) Miss Me More

{Context: Yeonjun wakes up in an oneiric place, which is inspired by "Kiss Me More"'s MV. There, he meets Beomgyu, Doja Cat and SZA, who don't know about humans, of course. It's a philosophical journey full of depth and horror hidden under a sparkly, sweet and too-much-pink facade}.

Edits I created for the story:

The first one I made:

An Instagram story:

As you can notice if you've watched the MV, they all have that "Kiss Me More" vibes ^^

[wait guys I'll edit this T_T]

It was those sweet and pure eyes, which added more light than that of that piece of stone bathed in glitter could contain. How he opened the mouth because of the atonishment, and let go "ooh"s and "waah"s.

—Look, it's you.

—???

—It's a cat.

—Indeed. I already know it, but... ??

—You're identical to this. Your facial features resemble those of a feline.

—And you're identical to a blind.

—Which animal is that?

—You.

He pushed Yeonjun's nose, suppresing little jumps, and looked at him with the same magic that fills kids' eyes on Christmas day.

Not even during the state of hypnosis he now found himself in, neither fully functional, he couldn't have predicted what would come next.

—Do I... I resemble you??

Al principio, creía entender que eso era una afirmación tímida y cautelosa, y por ende la entonación de pregunta. Pero no, el filtro inquisidor en esa mirada que ya conocía mejor que al mundo dejaba claro que aquello pedía una respuesta.

—Why do you ask it to me?

—You know how I am. And you also know how you are because otherwise you wouldn't have teased me about being blind.

—Wait, then, you know what a blind is?

—First answer my question.

—Don't you spend the day looking at yourself on the water's mirror, by any chance? We both should know it equally well, if we resemble each other or not.

—I look at myself constantly just to see if maybe someday I can finally catch me reflected on it. Because I don't get to see me.

"Okay, that was some deep shit I guess", Yeonjun thought.

—Doja y SZA and SZA see themselves on the water, whenever they approach it. The same for objects, the same for everything. I've never been reflected on it. It's my biggest secret.

"Which must be the other ones?" Yeonjun kept for himself.

—If it wasn't for the grumpy magpies that yell, I would be convinced I don't exist...

—I told you I adore those magpies...

-------

(YJ's last sentence refers to this previous scene):

—Since you came, this world shines notoriously more.

—You're welcome.

There it was again. His inability to respond to the compliments that really mattered to him.

—But... Thanks.

Beomgyu dind't seem to matter the correction YJ had just made. And, if Beomgyu didn't seem to care about something, should he care about it, then?

"And you, what do you cause in this world?". Before being able to verbalise his question, Beomgyu answered.

—Do you know these magpies that yell, these which wake Doja up when light begins to come up? I think it's me. They come from me.

Yeonjun let go a sincere laugh, full of sweetness.

—I adore those magpies.

These are the ones I have for now ^^ In Twitter and Tumblr there are more MOA who post BeomJun quotes, and I will be compilating them all, plus my own ones, on a Wattpad work! :)

About my story:

I'm not a hard-toxic feminist (nowaday's average feminism goes too far, in my opinion), but I do deffend equality, and I hate the misogyny it's implanted in the whole world's collective consciousness.

That's what I wanted to convey with this story and the edits attached to it :) | For a more in-depth explanation, I've copy-pasted the description I've written on the Picsart post:

Description ^^

Another image to illustrate my (supposedly thought-provoking) story named "Miss Me More" obviously inspired by Doja Cat feat. SZA's "Kiss Me More".

Yes, I had in mind I wanted to create something that resembles a movie cover ˆˆ

Someone has asked me "why have you blended it with dark vibes if the MV is all about pastel tones?" Simple: actually, the overall MV is dark, deep and even kinda horrific, although it is successfully hidden between all those pink, pastel and shiny elements and the seductive and sparkly flow.

In the MV, Doja and SZA behave the same way as original (not Dinsey's...) mermaids when it comes to hunt sailors in the sea: mermaids sing their overwhelmingly beautiful and magical melodies that cause the sailors to get... kinda drunk xD, then the mermaids take over the sailors' will and minds, therefore reaching their objective: making the sailors fall into their trap. They jump into the sea and those not-so-cute mermaids eat them unapologetically ˆˆ.

In the MV, it happens something surprisingly similar: an ethereal, magical and oneiric atmosphere is quickly shown to us so that we and the poor astronaut-sailor think, since the very beginning, this is going to be soft and sweet.

Poor stupids...

If we examine "carefully" (no: it's pretty obvious, really; it's actually very noticeable), we can conclude from that ending scene where Doja and SZA are playing a game which reminds of what happened to the sailor at the start of the MV, that THEY're controlling him, they've manipulated him with their seductive magic (we can clearly spot when does this happen: it's when the sailor is like paralyzed, frozen, seeing Doja). Therefore, Doja and SZA aren't playing a game, they're pobably hunting another being for their collection! ˆˆ And the game controlling an avatar is a metaphor of them having powers to control the sailor's will.

Doja: "Why am I strangely attracted to this being?"

SZA: "Where is it from?"

Doja: "I don't know (the place name), was it Earth or something?"

About my story

I love this MV, and I instantly connected it to Yeonjun's and Beomgyu's personas because of their unlimited identities, their kinda androgynous energy. They celebrate and embrace the femenine we ALL have (even men...), they don't diminish it under a large and toxic mask of hyprmasculinity (a trait of toxic masculinity).

That being said, the works related to this story are all about celebrating femenine energy, that Mother Nature and the Cosmos have plenty of.

The power to HOLD AND GROW LIFE. Aren't females so amazing? :)

The thing is... Men have femenine energy, too (just as we, women, have masculine energy). But why are men targeted if they show even a bit of femenine behaviour? It's 2022, we must end toxic masculinity. Another interesting fact is: when a woman behaves manly, no one sees it as something bad, on the contrary: she's seen as more mature, intelligent, overall better. Why have femenine attributes been used as pejorative and diminishing traits? Why being sensitive, intuitive, imaginative, practical, talkative, sweet and seductive

is seen as being weak, why these are considered as downpoints, even detesting traits? In short: misogyny.

Why are "femenine" personlity aspects treated as masculinity-threatening whenever a man has those traits?

Why is our idea of masculinity and feminity, and all in-between, so corrupted?

And who better than Yeonjun to break toxic masculinity stereotypes. Here's proof:

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ Yours truly,

Beomjuniverse.

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lovelysugawara · 4 years ago

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can you do a part 2 to kissing them in the nape ..? i thought it was really cute.

Haikyuu Boys; a kiss on the nape Part 2

My Masterlist

A/N: haikyuu!! boys, y/n kissing their nape. Part 2 ^^

Pairings: Sugawara, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Tendou

Sugawara

-he’s sitting next to you and you know he feels tired. He’s currently helping a colleague arrange some high school examination questions.

-”hey, Koushi, want some juice to clear your mind?” you’re worried because you know how he works harder when it comes to his job.

-he gently smiles at you, “thank you cupcake,” he kisses your head and you stand up to fetch him a glass of juice.

-you saw him remove his cardigan and he now wears a white shirt.

-”here’s your juice,” you put it on the table while he continues to work.

-”thanks again cupcake.” he smiles and then his eyes go back to his work again.

-you still watch him do his work and you know he’s a bit frustrated, “waah, i want to have my alone time with you, I’m so sorry for bringing my work over,” he’s very apologetic and you also know he’s tired.

-”it’s okay, the more you focus, for sure you’ll be done soon.” you said and you smiled sweetly at him, urging him to go focus.

-few more hours, and even you felt frustrated that your mood started to change. Not until you saw his left hand touch his nape and massage it a little. For sure he’s really frustrated too.

-an urge to touch his nape with your lips burned to your mind. You really wanted his time right now.

-you urge yourself, and then suddenly kisses his nape, sugawara suddenly jolted. And after you do the deed, you both are blushing. Koushi can’t hide his flustered face so do you.

-”y/n, i can just throw away this work and be with you, just tell me what i should do,” after he said that, you automatically hugged him and he kissed you right on the lips.

Iwaizumi

-Hajime always comes home tired. He’s very hardworking and you know it, especially he's Japan's team athletic trainer.

-but despite having a tiring day, he doesn’t forget his duties to you or to the household. He usually helps with cleaning the kitchen and even preparing the food.

-”doll, can you massage my shoulders a little? I felt stiff,” he said while the two of you are watching a movie that evening.

-” sure, hajime,” he turned his back to you and you started to massage his shoulders.

-because of his toned body, you actually put efforts into massaging his shoulders with your small hands

-”my god doll, maybe a bit harder, please?” he laughs a little knowing you can’t squeeze more.

-”Haji, I know you’re making fun of me,” he laughs at your retorts.

-” come on, princess why would i do that?” you ignored him and continue to massage him.

-you suddenly got an idea. And you know Iwaizumi is easily flustered if you suddenly attack him with sweet gestures.

-then his nape caught your attention, you smiled before you suddenly kissed his nape.

-he suddenly stood up from his seat and when he looks at you, he’s blushing like cry,

-”w-w-what d-did you do,??” he said. And you giggled so much, seeing his reaction.

-”you are so naughty, princess. Now I have to punish you. Let’s go to bed. And you know you both won’t be resting tonight. (iwa just rest for tonight hahahaha XD)

Tendou

-tendou loves giving you sweets. He is the happiest knowing his future wife is a dessert lover.

-you fell in love with how unique he is and the desserts he’s making. You have known tendou since high school and you can say you are very fond of him ever since.

-today, both of you are on a day off. And you decided to help him make a chocolate shape rabbit.

-”Satori, why are we making rabbit chocolates?” you asked him as you helped him mix some ingredients.

-”what are you talking about my paradise, of course, we’re celebrating the day we met. And you like rabbit-shaped chocolates, right?” he smiles lovingly at you.

-”wait, what? The day we met? You mean?”

-“I mean the day I met you at Shiratorizawa, paradise.” he clearly said.

-you are still astonished that you almost cried as you looked at him, still busy making the said dessert. You walk towards him and you hug him from behind.

-”paradise?” he asked you. You inhaled his scent and you felt your heart skip a beat. You are very much pleased, you are happy.

-you don’t know how to convey your feelings but then you decide to just kiss his nape while you still hug him.

-he stiffens, “p-paradise, what are you doing there? Come here so that I can also kiss and hug you too, hmm,”

-he then turns to you and you hug each other.

-that is the sweetest celebration you ever had.

Ushijima

-it is so rare for you and ushijima to have alone time on a regular daily basis. He’s always busy practicing and because you’re one of his fans it’s completely fine with you. You love seeing him working hard on his goal.

-but being too focused sometimes leads you two in an argument. Especially when wakatoshi forgot some things.

-”I can't believe you toshi, you specifically set the date yesterday. Why did you forget it?” he literally forgot that yesterday was supposed to be a date night,

-and as formal as he is of course he immediately admits it.

-” I’m so sorry, y/n. It’s my fault. I have no excuse but it’s because i was so tired last night and i forgot it.” He said it with a straight face.

-you sometimes wish you can have an argument with him, but he already admits his fault. The only problem now is how can you calm down?

-” are you still mad?” he said as he hugs you. Your anger decreases as his hands circled your body and he hugs you tightly.

-”Still mad,” you won’t even hug him. You still try to hold onto your pride. XD

-”Okay, how should I make up to you, y/n?” he said.

-and because you are still pretty mad and you wanted to make him flustered, you think of something.

-” sit on the couch, turn around, and don’t move until I tell you to,” you said to him. And he didn’t think twice, and he followed whatever you said to him

-he’s now sitting firmly on the couch and waiting for whatever you’ll do. He’s very obedient.

-as his back facing you, you can see how wide his shoulders are. You have to admit that you just miss him so much and wanted to be hugged like he did a few minutes ago. Until your eyes are now focused on his nape, how you miss kissing him there because you knew he’s ticklish on that part.

-and you didn’t miss the chance and your lips touch his nape. You felt him stiffen. Oh how you this man, even you know your effects on him, he didn't move an inch because you said so.

-After a few minutes, “okay, it's done. I'm not mad anymore, toshi.” you said.

-you are shocked after he looks at you with a flustered face. He then touched his nape like a shy boy. You almost laughed as he blushed but with still a serious face.

-he suddenly pulls you towards him, and now you are being hugged by ushijima.

-“Can I also punish you for making fun of me? (oh pls wakatoshi-kunnnn~)

-and you knew you’ll be in on a different date night tonight. XD

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kou Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Kou: Yui, can you walk?

Yui: Yeah, I’m fine.

Kou: I see. Shall we go to our next spot then?

This time I’m gonna tag along to whichever place you like. I’m the only one who had fun at the last shop after all.

The mood got a little dark for a second too, so how about we search for a place with a lively vibe?

Yui: A lively vibe...

( Speaking of which, I only caught a glimpse from afar, but I’m pretty sure I spotted an area which looked like an amusement park on the street we passed by earlier... )

( Guess I’ll suggest that to Kou-kun...! )

Say, Kou-kun? Don’t you think there might be a place which is similar to an amusement park in the human world?

If you’d like, why don’t we go there? I’m sure it’ll be exciting and fun!

Kou: Yeah, good thinking. Which meansー ...That way, I think?

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park

Yui: Waah...!

( So this is what a Demon World’s version of an amusement park is like! )

( It doesn’t seem that much different from our version. I’m sure I’ll be able to enjoy myself here too. )

( Huh...? At second glance, there seem to be a few things which are foreign to me. )

( It might be a little scary after all... )

Kou: A little horror-esque? I have high hopes for a haunted house now!

Yui: Do you like amusement parks and such?

Kou: Guess I don’t dislike them? However, whenever I go, it’s usually work-related so I’ve never really gotten a chance to just enjoy it to my heart’s content.

Yui: You mean for your job as an idol?

Kou: Yeah. Like as the location for a shoot. It’s still fun and all but it still feels a little different from going in your private time.

Yui: You don’t go out with Ruki-kun and the others?

Kou: With the guys? Hmー...

...Uwah. I just tried imagining it but it turned even more surreal than I expected.

Yui: R-Really?

Kou: I mean, we’d be the group of four guys going to an amusement park together. It could be fun but isn’t it also kind of cringe? (1)

It’d be much better if you were also there with us though. Like an oasis in the desert? (2)

Of course, I wouldn’t mind if it’s just the two of us either! Don’t you think that sounds nice, like a normal date?

Yui: A normal date...

Kou: Yeah, let’s do that! Say, let’s go to one sometime! I’ll make up for what I did earlier too.

Selection

→ I’d rather go somewhere else

Yui: I’d love to go on a date but if possible, I’d prefer another location...

Kou: Eh? Do you not like amusement parks, perhaps?

Yui: No, that’s not it...But I figured things could get troublesome if you go someplace crowded...

Kou: Me? Not really. I surprisingly don’t get recognized that often as long as I just act casual.

If anything, I almost want people to recognize me? It’d be my opportunity to show you off!

Yui: ( Show me off...? Is it really okay to do that...? )

→ I’d rather go with everyone... (☾)

Yui: Hm...Don’t you think it’s better to go with everyone?

Kou: Eeh? Whyー?

Yui: I mean, if we go together and one of your fans spots us, it’d cause trouble for you, right?

Kou: Ahー That’s what you were thinking? So you’re trying to be considerate of my job as an idol.

Fufu, that’s no problem, really. Just let them make a fuss if that’s what they want.

Besides, don’t you think we’d stand out more if the other guys are there too? In more than one way.

Yui: ( He might have a point there... )

Kou: You don’t like the idea of us going to an amusement park together?

Yui: That’s not it. I want to go together too.

Kou: Let’s go then! Once the Carnival is over, just the two of us. Promise?

Yui: ...Yeah!

Kou: So, what will you do? Want to just have some fun here? Or should we try going to some other place?

Yui: No. Let’s go inside for now. It looks fun!

Kou: Okay! Let’s go then!

ー They enter the amusement park

Kou: Heeh. A haunted house and an arcade. Oh, over there’s a ferris wheel.

The atmosphere’s different but the assortment of rides isn’t all that different from a regular amusement park, huh?

Yui: Seems like it.

( The mood is somewhat scary though...However, I kind of got used to it as we walked around. )

Clown A: Hello there, miss~

Yui: Eh!?

Kou: Woah~! It’s a clown!

Yui: ( That scared me...That seems to be a reoccurring trend today. )

Clown A: Good evening! Is this your first time visiting Saint Nore?

Yui: Y-Yes. It is.

Clown A: Same goes for the gentleman over there?

Kou: Yeah, exactly.

Clown A: Two first timers!? In that case, you have to ride this one first!

A magic carpet ride through the sky! Even it’s name is...MAGICAL~~~!!

Yui: A magic carpet ride through the sky...!?

( I wonder if he’s referring to the magic carpets which often show up in fairytales...? )

Kou: It honestly isn’t that uncommon though. Us Vampires can just soar through the sky too. ...However.

Fufu, looks like you want to try it?

Yui: ( Hm...I am really curious... )

I-I can’t?

Kou: No, it’s fine. I will accompany the Princess~

Clown A: Okaay~! In that case, I’ll escort you both to the flying carpet ride~!

ー They enter the ride

Kou: Say, Mr. Clown? Since it’s an ‘attraction’, I assume we’re going to do more than just ride it?

Clown A: Exactly! You will sit on the carpet and collect stars!

Yui: Stars?

Clown A: Mmh! Joining forces, that is!

If the two of you have a strong bond, I’m sure you’ll be able to gather a bunch of stars!

Kou: Heeh. In that case, we definitely have to succeed!

The two of us are so very close after all!

Clown A: I see, I see! Let us take a look at your bond of love then.

Kou: Let’s try our best, M-neko-chan~!

Yui: ( I’m a little nervous...But Kou-kun’s here to help me out, so I’m sure it’ll be fine...! )

Explanation: The player moves from left to right on their magic carpet to try and collect the stars falling down from above, while avoiding obstacles such as bombs. The goal is to collect as many stars as possible within the time limit.

You can play this game in EASY, NORMAL or HARD mode.

Kou: We did it, M-neko-chan! It says we cleared the game. Also, I’m pretty sure we might have absolutely killed it?

Clown A: Exactly! A magnificent showing! Congratulations!!

Kou: Say, Mr. Clown. Don’t we get a reward now? We did well so shouldn’t we get a prize of some sorts?

Clown A: A reward?

Yui: Kou-kun, they don’t really do that at amusement parks...

Kou: Eeh~? Even though we tried that hard? Isn’t it normal to get rewarded for your efforts?

Clown A: Nn~ You’re not wrong! In that case, guess I’ll give a special reward to you two lovebirds~

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Hooray! Thank you, Mr. Clown~!

...See? You just gotta ask.

Yui: ( Could this have been Kou-kun’s goal all along...? Guess I should have expected it... )

Kou: So, what exactly is this reward?

Clown A: The right to ride on this magic carpet and enjoy the Carnival from up in the sky!

Kou: ...That’s it? Kind of lackluster, don’t you think?

Yui: K-Kou-kun!

Clown A: It’s your own VIP seat where nobody can disrupt you, you know? ...What do you say?

Kou: ...I see. Hehe~ You’re rather considerate, aren’t you?

Clown A: Right? Enjoy a nice ride together.

Kou: Let’s go, Yui. Come on, give me your hand.

*Rustle*

ー The carpet flies up in the air

Yui: Wah...!

Kou: Yui, hold onto me! It’d be bad if you were to fall down after all.

Yui: Y-Yeah...I suppose it is a little scary now that we’re actually outside.

Kou: Are you scared?

Yui: Yeah, just a little...

Kou: It’s because you keep looking down. It won’t be scary if you look up at the sky.

Or actually, why not look at my face? Right in the eyes. Don’t you think it’ll help you relax a little?

Yui: ( A-Actually...That might only make me even more nervous...! )

Kou: Ah! Yui, look! Ruki-kun and the others are walking over there!

Oooi~ Ruki-kuuuun! Yuma-kuuuun! Azusa-kuuuun!

Yui: Ahaha! They all look surprised!

Kou: Ah-aah...Yuma-kun dropped the food in his hand.

Yui: Fufu, you’re right. Pretty sure Ruki-kun will scold him now.

Kou: ...Say, Yui. Are you having fun?

Yui: Yeah! I am!!

Kou: I see...I’m glad.

Yui: ( ...I wonder if Kou-kun is still worried about what happened earlier...? )

...I’m having a blast, Kou-kun.

Kou: Haha. Weirdo. Why did you say it twice?

Yui: Because I really am having fun...!

*TIMESKIP*

Clown A: Thank you for your visit~ Come back any time!

Kou: I was honestly a little skeptical at first, but that was pretty fun.

Yui: Yeah. You don’t get to fly through the sky every day, so it was a rare experience.

Kou: You want to fly through the air?

Yui: Not really but I guess it’s just something you look up to?

Because it’s not something you can do at any time.

Kou: Oh come on. I can grant that wish any time as long as you ask me.

While carrying you in my arms like a princess~ I guess making a journey through the sky like we did earlier doesn’t sound too bad.

Whether it’s the ocean or the sky, when you’re with me, I’d go anywhere.

Yui: Yeah. I can have fun anywhere as long as we’re together too.

Kou: Let’s go to both places then! The sea and the sky! Ah, maybe the mountains as well?

Fufu, we made more date plans. I’m looking forward to when we’re back home.

Yui: ( A date, huh? Speaking of which, we haven’t really gone on a lot of normal dates. )

( I’m kind of looking forward to it now as well. )

Kou: Ahー I guess it’s because we went all out earlier but I’m kind of thirsty now. Say, why don’t we take a little break?

Yui: Good idea. I wonder if there’s a resting area somewhere?

Kou: There’s a cafe over there. Want to go take a look?

ー They walk away.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The term むさ苦しい literally means ‘filthy’ or ‘dirty’.

(2) 紅一点 or ‘kou itten’ is an expression used to refer to a single woman amongst a group of men.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ SHUU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ SUBARU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ AZUSA]

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writingbeary · 4 years ago

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Day Out

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It was a slow day at the dorm and ATEEZ has finally have a full weekend off for themselves. They just wrapped up their promotions with WAVE and Minyoung doesn’t have to shoot for her drama until the week after.

Most of the members were still sleeping in with the exemption of Hongjoong and Mingi who were probably at the studio, and Yeosang and Wooyoung who left an hour ago going who knows where. Minyoung thought of doing a random VLIVE but they just did that last night after their last stage to thank the fans for their support throughout the promotions.

“Waah. That looks delicious. Oh this place looks so beautiful.” Minyoung exclaimed as she scrolled through her phone looking at random instagram posts.

“What are you looking at?” Yunho asked as he passed by grabbing himself a glass of water.

“I don’t know where this cafe is but their food looks great.” Minyoung followed him into the kitchen holding her phone up showing the photos.

Yunho looked at the photo and immediately recognized the shop “Isn’t that the shop near the station on the way to the company?”

“It’s near?” Minyoung gasped and immediately searched for the cafe, pursing her lips in concentration

Yunho chuckled watching her expression turn into that of joy. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Nodding her head repeatedly “Will you? I want to go!”

“Alright. Let me just get ready and tell manager-hyung and we can go there.” Yunho could only laugh when Minyoung cheered and rushed to her room with Mingi.

“Why? What happened to Minyoung? I could hear her from here.” San asked from the bed as Yunho changed his clothes making sure he looks decent enough in case people recognize them.

“Remember that cafe near the station? It seems Minyoung hasn’t been there so I offered to go with her.” Yunho answered and San mumbled a sleepy response, probably already drifting off to sleep again.

“Oppa let’s go go go.” Minyoung was bouncing on her heels as she waited for Yunho to finish. It was times like this that Yunho gets reminded that Minyoung is still young, not that he was much older than her but it's like watching a kid get excited over promise of sweets.

After obtaining permission from their manager, both of them headed towards the cafe using public transport. They do get recognized by some passengers but thankfully no one approached them due to the busy morning.

"Say Minyoung-ah, how long have you been in Korea again?" Yunho asked the girl who was busy looking around the streets

Minyoung faced Yunho, counting off her fingers "Hmm..if we count from when I started training then I've been in Korea since 2012, so around seven years? Waah. I didn't realize it's been that long. Although, I haven't really been in many places other than the school and the company."

"You haven't gone out on a trip in all those years?" surprised, Yunho stopped walking his mouth hanging down at the information

"I didn't have the leisure to when I flew up here as a kid and lived together with my grandparents. The condition for letting me go was that I'll work hard in school and finish my studies. After school, I had to run to training then immediately after that I had to go home and work on leftover schoolwork. During days when I had no school and training, I was attending Korean classes." Minyoung shrugged with a smile on her face

"Do you regret it?"

"Nope! I'd be lying if I say I don't miss my family or that I sometimes envy everyone's stories of going out and experiencing lots of things but I am glad I decided to pursue my dream." Minyoung smiled brightly, tugging on Yunho's arm towards the direction of the café. "Besides, I met great people! Everyone in ATEEZ, Atiny, people from my trainee days, manager-oppa, the stylist unnies, the people in the drama, and many more!"

Yunho smiled letting the younger lead the way, making mental note to share this information with the others and maybe plan something for Minyoung.

The café was fairly free of people considering the time so they were able to order quickly and get good seats. Yunho ordered for the both of them as Minyoung was too busy admiring the decor of the place.

"This reminds me of when we commute to school together oppa. To be honest, I would probably follow you unsuspectingly even if you decided to skipped class for fear that I'll get lost" Minyoung giggles looking up

Yunho laughs, shaking his head "Oh so that's why you were always trailing behind me."

"I had to! I may be able to hold a conversation then but I was pretty sure I can't get directions right. So if someday I get left behind someplace, I'm taking a taxi to go back where I'm familiar with." Minyoung pouted

Yunho reached out his hand ruffling her hair a bit, grinning "I doubt we'll ever forget to bring you with us and should that happen, you don't really need to do anything since we're probably already rushing back to get you and whoever is with you."

Minyoung giggled, nodding in agreement "That's true. I'm probably holding unto one of you anyway."

Minyoung has already taken photos of the place after asking for permission from the staff while they were waiting. As soon as their orders were served, she immediately took photos of their food hoping to share it with the other members and maybe to Atiny in a later date. Looking up from she noticed Yunho taking photos of her pouting a bit. "You should tell me so I look good in them."

Yunho scoffs a bit before chuckling "Since when did you look bad in photos? Even when you make those meme faces, you still look good in them. Atiny even posts a lot of them, you know?"

"Still! Here take one with me ready" Minyoung smiled looking a bit at the camera with her arm propping up her chin.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for fun. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner:

Yunho spotlight! I realized I’ve been putting San and Wooyoung a lot in my posts so I wanted to do one with another member “focus” lol still a fail but I tried lol

-Mimi

#kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #ateez 9th member #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez oc #atz au #atz oc #kpop oc #ateez minyoung #park minyoung #minyoung masterlist #writing beary

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tickle-bugs · 4 years ago

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I Dot the I in Your Name with My Heart

Summary: Lunch breaks between classes lead Simone and Eleanor into the silliest not-quite-argument they’ve ever had. AU where they’re professors at the same University.

@peachytickles HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED!!!! Ilysm you light up my life and my day. I hope your day is as incredible as you are. Have some Laid Ease as a present and I will continue to be annoying in your dms as a further gift <3

“Babe!” Eleanor threw open Simone’s door, adjusting the comically large satchel on her shoulder.

“Nope.” Simone didn’t look up from her computer. One day her wife would learn to knock. One day. Eleanor sighed, spun on her heel, and exited the office, grumbling under her breath all the while.

A cheery knock absolutely dripping with sarcasm sent Simone into a quiet fit of snickers.

“Dr. Garnett?” Simone could hear Eleanor roll her eyes from the other side of the door. She stifled her smile. The fact that their breaks aligned this semester was a true gift--though Simone did miss lurking in the back of Eleanor’s classroom like a high schooler waiting for her prom date.

“Come in.” Simone hid her face behind her computer monitor when Eleanor once again flung the door open.

“I’m gonna grab coffee. Want anything specific?” Eleanor pushed the door shut with her heel, cutting off Simone’s unspoken complaint by sticking out her tongue.

“I left you a sticky on your desk,” Simone frowned, fingers slowing on the keys.

“I couldn’t read it.”

“Wh--Eleanor.”

“Don’t Eleanor me. You have a horrible case of doctor handwriting.” She hung her satchel on one of the chairs in front of Simone’s desk. She rolled up the sleeves of her fraying sweater, continually stopping to untangle her wedding ring from the threads it pulled. Simone’s gaze lingered on her arms--clusters of freckles were starting to dust her pale skin. Cute.

“No I don’t. It’s perfectly legible.”

“Simone. Babe. Love of my life. Your handwriting is unreadable.” Eleanor pulled her clutch out of her satchel. She thumbed through it, lighting up at something in the overstuffed bag--probably her rewards card. She loved free stuff.

“Maybe you need to learn how to read.” Simone drew her brows together in a signature grumpy pout.

“What does this say?” Eleanor slid the sticky note across the desk and Simone snatched it. God, she must’ve been in a rush because her handwriting looped way more than usual. Did that say carnival? Caravan? Shit.

“Obviously...this says…”

“Oh my god. You can’t read it?” Eleanor came around the desk to lean over Simone’s shoulder. Her warm hands slid around Simone’s arms and she leaned subtly back into the embrace.

“Shut up! I totally can. It says…”

“I’m waiting.” Eleanor laughed softly into her ear and Simone’s cheeks grew embarrassingly warm.

“Why do you bully me like this?” Simone whined. Eleanor pecked her on the lips with that insufferable grin and a fluttery warmth nestled in her chest.

“You make it easy. Caramel frappé?” Eleanor brushed her thumb over Simone’s cheekbone.

“Don’t forget the muffin. Love you.” Simone squeezed her hand.

“Mhm.” Eleanor squeezed back, letting Simone’s fingers trail over her palm as she pulled away. Simone yanked her back, using the momentum to tug Eleanor down for a kiss. She looked up at her expectantly until Eleanor smiled.

“Love you too,” She sighed fondly, adorning Simone’s forehead with a light lipstick print that she then carefully thumbed away. She drifted out the door, blowing kisses like a celebrity bidding farewell to her adoring entourage, and Simone returned to her work, a silly smile etched upon her lips.

The waiting time flew by rather unremarkably--silence triggered a meditative, boundless focus in her that she could nurture into a completed to-do list, if she was precise about it. Her focus tended to veer like a first-time driver, but she’d gotten rather skilled at placing tasks in the way of her swerving brain. Eleanor’s presence usually helped her stay on track, unless she was doing something distracting, like holding a piece of paper three inches from her face.

“What’s that?” Simone leaned around her monitor to get a better look at her wife.

“Our grocery list. Tahani showed me this delivery thing for the grocery store near campus. Figured we could try it out.” Eleanor held the slip of paper closer, squinting between it and her equidistant phone screen as if it contained the universe’s untranslated secrets.

“Why are you looking at it like that?”

“...No reason.” Eleanor put it down on the desk, trying to read normally, but she was never good at hiding her emotions. Or her ‘I can’t understand this’ squint. Simone narrowed her eyes until Eleanor felt compelled to speak.

“It’s your handwriting. It’s just so…” Eleanor trailed off, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, but her hand kept looping and twirling until she’d drawn the world’s most complicated pretzel in the air.

“So what?” Simone knew what she was trying to say, but she wanted to hear it out loud.

“Listen, the data is against you. So many doctors have bad handwriting.” Eleanor patted her hand across the desk, a cheeky grin dancing on her lips.

“Say that again.” Simone narrowed her eyes.

“Doctors have bad handwriting?”

“Eleanor, it’s data, not data.” Simone moved around the desk and sat next to Eleanor. She pulled her chair close, so their knees touched, and eyed Eleanor while she committed a crime against linguistics.

“That’s what I said.”

“Say it slowly.”

“Dah. Tah.” Eleanor frowned.

“No.” Simone held her face between her hands and squished her cheeks.

“What do you mean, no? That’s how you say it. Data.” Eleanor’s voice came out a little muffled but she didn’t seem bothered.

“Okay, Elle-ee-ay-nor.” Simone rolled her eyes, dragging out every vowel to the point of extinction. Eleanor pulled Simone’s hands away from her face and held them in her own.

“Now the data suggests that you’re being mean.”

“Am I being mean or are you being American?” Simone booped her nose and Elly wrinkled it, eyes crossing for a moment while she tracked the offending finger.

“It’s not your fault y’know. Your snipsnaps are misfiring, so you don’t have fine muscle control. So, your handwriting is bad and you don’t know how to pronounce data.” Eleanor booped her back, all smug grins, and Simone promptly decided that only she was allowed a monopoly on mischief.

“Snip--y’know what? That’s it.” Simone pulled Eleanor into her arms, catching her with an oof. Eleanor went to make a flirtatious joke--Simone could see the gears turning in her head--but it died on her tongue when Simone’s nimble fingers pressed into her stomach.

“You owe me a handful of apologies, Dr. Shellstrop, because your handwriting is no better.”

“M-my penmanship is--no!”

“I agree, actually. You are not immune to doctor handwriting, ma’am. Your equations are adorably messy.” Simone squeezed up and down her sides, pulling the squeakiest, most endearing giggles from her. God, she was so cute.

“You’re adorably--”

“Thanks, babe. I know.” Simone grinned, fingers mapping every inch of the slight-plushness around her waist. Eleanor growled through her next bout of laughter.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” She yanked on Simone’s immovable hands until they slowed.

“Good.”

“Your handwriting is...unique and I love it.” Eleanor draped her arms over Simone’s shoulders. Simone better secured her arms around Eleanor’s waist, pulling her close.

“Nice save. But what else are you sorry for?” Simone eyed her expectantly and sighed at the silence.

“Let’s just say I forgive you for tainting my office with ‘dah-tah’. What is the structure that lets nerve cells pass signals called?” Simone raised her brow. Eleanor knew this. Simone knew that she knew. She’d taught her herself.

“Snipsnap.” Eleanor nodded sagely.

“Synapse.”

“That’s what I said.” Eleanor pouted--pouted!

“Try again.” Simone murmured, peppering fluttery kisses along her throat. Lovely, panicked giggles bubbled out of her, taking their rightful place between every breath.

“Spintaps?”

“Ooh, almost got it. One more try.” Simone buried a laugh in Eleanor’s neck, her hands sliding upwards to latch onto Eleanor’s ribs. That really kicked things up a notch--Eleanor went from cutesy giggles to borderline screeching, unable to decide whether she was clinging to Simone for dear life or trying to run from her. She kicked her legs, heels drumming against the chair leg, and Simone snuck in a few cheeky squeezes to her exposed knees.

“Slimcats? Syntax? Synapse!” She squealed, finally deciding on shoving Simone’s face away. She was nearly horizontal now, using the last of her core strength not to fall over the chair’s armrest and have a most unpleasant reunion with the floor.

“I’m so proud of you.” Simone rebalanced her with a strong hand across her shoulder blades, pulling her close with a shit-eating grin. Eleanor huffed, but a few airy chuckles found their way out with it.

“Shut up. I should tickle you while you try to do calculus. See how you like it.” Eleanor swatted her shoulder.

“I love you so much.” Simone singsonged, looking up at Eleanor through her lashes.

“Mhm. I love you too. Even when you bully me.”

“Bullying? I prefer ‘showering my wife with love.’” Simone rested her cheek on Eleanor’s bicep, puckering her lips until Eleanor leaned down to meet her.

“Bullying. I forgive you, though.” Eleanor pinched her nose until Simone made a nasally ‘waah’ sound that left both of them wheezing. Eleanor reluctantly scooped up her satchel at the chime of her phone--time for class, unfortunately.

“See you later.” Simone smiled. Eleanor slid her a yellow sticky note, folded into quarters, and winked on her way out the door. Simone unfolded it--in tight, coiled letters, Eleanor had left her a note.

I love you, sunshine.

Aw. She married a sap--a sap who dotted her ‘i’s with hearts, no less.

Simone stuck the sticky note to the framed photo of Eleanor that she kept on her desk, smoothing out the adhesive until she was certain it would cling. The picture was starting to get covered now, but the notes adorning the frame were just as important as the contents. She brushed her thumb over the frame and returned to work, Eleanor’s laughter lingering in her ears all the while.

#my fics #the good place #elmone #ticklish!eleanor #Eleanor Shellstrop #simone garnett #theyre MARRIED #no fr I dug this from the depths of the server like a gay little geologist unearthing precious gems...'yes...finally..all according to plan'

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sugaabooga · 4 years ago

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Sleep For Smiles

Pairing: Seokjin x nurse!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff, smol f2l!au

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing, Seokjin’s lowkey being neglected

Synopsis: After another tiring night shift, you go back home to find Seokjin doing the most to make you crack a smile. -OR- “Can i request a jin x reader fluff where reader is super grumpy and tired all the time and jin wants her to smile uwu”

“EEUHH.”

“Whoa.”

You pause in your loud stretching and shoot a glare up at the doctor who stands leaning over the counter with an amused grin.

He flips back to the first page of his clipboard and drops his hands down behind his back, continuing to look at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“What are you looking at Min?” you hiss.

Yoongi shrugs. “Your ugly ass face, that’s what.”

You over exaggerate a gasp making the 3rd year resident roll his eyes and let out a snort.

“Have you eaten?” he asks with a disinterested expression.

You sigh, shaking your head and going back to analyze the patient’s orders you received from another resident just a few minutes ago. “One of the professors got some food from the convenience store, but I haven’t had a chance to eat it.”

Yoongi looks at you with an awkward smile. “Well, you should uh. . . eat soon.”

You hold back your laugh at the tsundere doctor that you’ve managed to befriend during your three years of working at Yonsei University Hospital and instead shoot him a grateful look to minimize his discomfort of somewhat outwardly showing his care for you.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, making his face slightly pink in embarrassment. He awkwardly coughs and holds up his clipboard, lightly smacking it against the counter.

“Well, I’ll be in the night room,” he states, an indirect way of telling you to come find him if there was an emergency.

You nod and send him away, going right back to organizing other patient records and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You sigh after what feels like a few hours but to your dismay, it’s only been thirty minutes.

Internally cursing the clock that reads 2am, you heave your lethargic body up from the comforts of your swivel chair and head over to the carts so you can replace a couple of patient’s IV drips.

Just a few more hours, you encourage yourself. A few more hours and your night shift for today will be over. It’ll be home at last.

“Babe?”

The voice that usually has the power to immediately form a smile on your face fails to do so as you trudge in through your door at 9 in the morning.

You hear feet shuffling as you haphazardly kick away your shoes and enter the living area of your small apartment. You fail to notice the sink empty of dirty dishes, coffee table clear of cups, plates, and wrappers, and your random clothes and objects previously strewn all over the floors, placed into a hamper or their original places.

Your boyfriend appears, head peeking out from behind the wall.

“Well hello there,” you say in mild surprise, not having expected him to be over at your apartment so early in the morning.

Seokjin’s brows furrow before wrapping you in a brief hug. “Were you at the hospital this whole time?”

“Mmpgh,” you grunt in response, as he pulls away and you stumble past, heading straight to the couch. As you near the living room area, you realize his computer’s out, meaning that he must have been working before you came.

With a heavy sigh, you automatically collapse onto the couch. “Seokjin.”

“Hm?” Seokjin makes his way over to the couch as well, gently sitting on the sofa beside you. He gazes down at you with a soft smile, arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“M tired,” you mutter at which Seokjin chuckles, caressing your hair.

“I came early in the morning in hopes to cook us both breakfast,” he says. “I thought your night shift was two days from now.”

You weakly nod as your consciousness goes in and out. Curse Kim Seokjin and his warm, squishy body. You wrap your arms around Seokjin's waist, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“I had to cover for Mina,” you mumble. “You’re right though. I have another night shift, two days from now.”

Seokjin sighs, gently pushing away your hair from your mouth so you were laying down more comfortably. “Good job for another hard day at work.”

With all the energy left in you, you let out an empty laugh at your boyfriend’s encouraging words.

“Why did I go into nursing?” you sigh, detaching yourself from Seokjin and leaning back into the plush cushions of your sofa to fully lay down.

“Yeah, why did you?” Seokjin jokes, but you feel too tired to give him a solid kick in the shoulder as you normally would and quietly place your feet over his lap.

You groan, reaching over the coffee table to get a hold of the TV remote and turn on Netflix to continue rewatching your favorite medical drama of all time, Hospital Playlist.

You would think after another tiring night shift, you wouldn’t want to watch anything that has to do with your job. But contrary from that common belief, watching Hospital Playlist encouraged you to continue working hard at your job for the sake of humanity.

You silently play the fourth episode and turn up the volume, tossing the remote aside.

Seokjin slightly frowns at your lack of reaction and shuts his computer, wiggling over to you.

“Y/N~” Seokjin whines, form wrapping around your lifeless body.

“Hm?” you hum.

Seokjin sighs in content, your soft, warm body always reminding him of how you were his. His best friend was dating him. How wonderful was that?

“I love you,” he suddenly declares, plopping a kiss onto your cheek.

“I love you too,” you respond, drooping eyes honed onto the TV screen and not sparing him a glance.

Seokjin's nose slightly wrinkles at the lack of attention and chooses to glare at the surgery scene playing out before him.

For a while, Seokjin finds himself immersed in the drama. Then, a joke lights up his face.

“You know people say there’s some kind of foam stuck at hospitals?”

“Unbeliebbuble,” you cut off his joke, making Seokjin’s jaw slightly drop.

“You aren’t supposed to answer the joke!” he exclaims, making you snort at his overreaction.

“I’m sorry Jin,” you sigh with a playful glint in your eye as you reach up to ruffle his hair. “You said that one too many times.”

Seokjin huffs, removing himself from your body and propping up his computer. You seemed way tired than usual and Seokjin tried to think of ways to cheer you up. He hated seeing you so drained of energy.

Seokjin half-heartedly emails back his superiors, mind running a mile a minute in hopes to get an idea of how to cheer you up.

“Hey,” Seokjin starts off, turning to face you with a lunch suggestion on his tongue, then shuts up when your knocked out state is all he sees.

Seokjin suppresses his grin, quickly fiddling around for his phone and snapping a closeup picture of your mouth dangling open.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Aren’t you going to wash up?”

No response.

Seokjin’s lip quirks up as you don’t even stir and spends a solid minute staring at your face. He sees how you’ve already taken your makeup off. Or how it came off with the long work hours you’ve had to suffer through. Despite your hair being slightly greasy and drool starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth, Seokjin coos, wondering how he had managed to gain your romantic affection after those long years of a platonic relationship.

When you slightly twitch, Seokjin loudly snorts and carries you up from the couch, walking over to your bedroom. He changes you into your loungewear and throws your clothes into the hamper, tucking you in and closing the door shut.

Seokjin heads over to the kitchen, deciding to cook up lunch so when you wake up you wouldn’t resort to cup noodles.

A few hours later, a brief rustling makes you stir in your sleep as you continue drifting in and out of your dream. The sound of a door slamming shut jolts you out of your imaginary scene between you and your boyfriend out on a date and you groan, wondering when you had snuggled into your bed. Looking down, you tug on your nightshirt in confusion.

You roll your eyes, a small smile lifting on your puffy, chapped lips as you realize Seokjin had taken care of you yet again.

You roll out of bed and into your bathroom to wake yourself up by doing your normal morning routine. After some refreshing skincare, you make your way into the kitchen, already having decided to just clear another two bowls of cup ramen. To your pleasant surprise, a full-on meal was already awaiting you.

You shake your head, obviously Seokjin being the one who had prepared this grand meal. At the sight of the rice and soup neatly placed beside each other, your stomach loudly grumble and you make a quick mental note to call Seokjin later and dig into the rice and the various side dishes.

“Is it good?”

“HMPFGH!” you choke on the kimchi you were scarfing down, a violent series of coughs erupting at the unexpected voice that interrupted your meal.

Seokjin alarmingly pats your back, reaching for the water cup and handing it to you. With tears in your eyes, you take massive gulps of water and gasp out a deep breath.

“I thought you left!” you finally say after the whole ordeal.

Seokjin nods, walking over the chair across from you and gestures to you to keep eating. “I went out so I could restock your snacks. Food must be good, huh? You didn’t even hear me coming in!”

“Well, first of all, thank you, kind sir, for buying snacks,” you say with a playful glare. “But just so you know, the food is alright. Don’t wanna feed into your ever-growing ego.”

Seokjin scoffs, leaning back and arms starting to move animatedly as a small smile naturally comes up onto his lips. “WOWWW. This is what I get for cooking a whole meal for my dear girlfriend who was knocked out from her night shift! WAAH.”

A giggle erupts between your lips as you shove another spoonful of rice into your mouth. You miss the way Seokjin fondly smiles, leaning forward with a shameless stare.

“Finally,” he mumbles.

“Hm?” you look up from your chewing, eyes wide in confusion.

Seokjin nods to himself. “Of course. Sleep is always the answer.”

Your brows furrow at his randomness. “What are you talking about?”

Seokjin’s bottom lip instinctively juts out as he props his chin on his hand. “I tried to cuddle with you, attempted to tell you one of my foolproof jokes-”

You bark out a laugh that Seokjin blatantly ignores.

“Cleaned your whole apartment and cooked you a meal,” Seokjin dramatically sighs.

You gasp, looking up with an apologetic expression. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Jin.”

Seokjin remains silent, looking down at his cup.

“I was so tired that I didn’t even notice you decluttered everything and. . . washed the dishes?” you gasp once more when spotting an empty sink, pouting at your boyfriend. “I’m so sorry.”

You put down your spoon with a sigh, getting up and smacking your lips onto Seokjin’s for a brief second. Immediately, Seokjin cracks a smile, unable to contain his laughter.

“What the heck,” you scoff. “You were acting!?”

Seokjin laughs, pinching your cheek without care of your protests. “How could I ever be mad at my wonderfully perfectly utterly clueless girlfriend?”

Seokjin giggles at your glare. “I’m just kidding. Of course, I don’t blame you. I never can and never will. You’re working so much these days. It’s obvious for you to not be. . . fully awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, grabbing a piece of fish cake to bring into your bowl.

“Don’t be,” Seokjin grins. “At least you smiled.”

“What?” you say, giving Seokjin a weirded out look.

“I’m telling you!” Seokjin sighs with a shake of his head. “All you women need is sleep. Not a man.”

You chortle out a laugh at his statement and nod. “I one hundred percent agree.”

Seokjin breaks out into laughter mid-scoff, unable to resist your contagious laughter.

“Let’s go outside after you’re done eating,” Seokjin suggests.

“No,” you deadpan, making him flinch. “I wanna finish rewatching Hospital Playlist.”

“You already watched that drama three ti-”

“I’ll give you that cuddle session I wasn’t able to give you earlier,” you interrupt with a wink.

Seokjin breaks out into a grin. “That actually sounds a lot better than a walk in the park.”

You laugh at his eagerness and continue eating with satisfied hums at his cooking. Seokjin wipes the sauce at the corner of your lip and continues to blatantly stare, feeling his heart swell at the sight of your lips stretching into a smile.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed whatever this was LOL. I was slightly debating how to approach this request but i hope it turned out alright!! Seokjin’s cute or whateva.

#bts #networkbangtan #bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #bangtanidx #btsguild #btsboulangerie #btsbookclub #bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #seokjin fluff #requested #yall idk what this was

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devildom-diaries · 4 years ago

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How would the boys react to hurting MC's feelings? Do they apologize or what lol

hahahahaa i’m dying at that last part

Thanks for the ask hun, answers are down below

Brothers react to hurting MC’s feelings

*** MAIN 7 ***

Lucifer:

- Considering that he’s the Avatar of Pride, it’s pretty rare to actually get an apology out of him

- Would probably think that you’re being silly for getting emotional over something so small at first

- Once he realizes that you’re not letting go of this anytime soon, he'll start to feel a bit guilty, wondering if he really did cross a line this time

- Would leave a small yet expensive gift waiting for you on your bed to show that he feels bad for being so harsh with his words

- He will have been waiting for you to see his gift, so once you show up he’ll sneak up from behind and wrap his arms around you

- He’ll put an end to the whole fighting situation by whispering in your ear “I hope you appreciate this token of my affection, I assume that you are satisfied now?”

Mammon:

- This idiot just can’t keep his mouth shut so it’s pretty inevitable that he’ll say something dumb to hurt your feelings at some point

- Argues with you about how he “didn’t even say nuthin’ that bad! You should spend a day in my shoes and deal with all the crap I get!!”

- Sulks after getting kicked out of your room, muttering to himself about how him hurting your feelings is actually hurting his feelings even more

- Vows that he won’t talk to you until you come apologizing to him first...

- Doesn’t even last 30 minutes. He’s already at your door with a dvd, a blanket and some snacks as a “truce” to mend the feud

- With his face a blushing mess, “h-hey I don’t wanna fight anymore so can we just act like it never happened.. LOOK I EVEN BROUGHT THAT STUPI- uh I mean that NOT stupid movie you’ve been wanting to watch haha”

Leviathan:

- “Eh?! Are you really mad at me?" He doesn’t really think of the consequences of his words so he’ll genuinely be surprised that you’re upset and ask you to confirm

- Is actually quite salty about it at first and just holes himself in his room for a while

- Binge plays a bunch of games to distract himself from missing you

- Eventually missing you becomes too much for him to handle so he uses the dating simulator games that he’s played before as a guide on what to do to fix this

- Based on his research, he goes with the classic bouquet of roses and box of chocolates. He approaches your bedroom door, trying to hide his blushing face behind the flowers “L-look I didn’t mean it so can we just forget about it?”

Satan:

- As an intellectual, he’ll tend to over-analyze the situation at first, making you even more upset than you were to begin with

- Your anger then ends up triggering his own wrath, putting a scowl across his face

- In this situation, he’d actually present an eerily quiet type of anger. However, anyone within a mile’s radius can sense the irritation radiating off of him

- “We’ll discuss this later” Since he’s had to deal with his anger before, he’ll actually leave the room knowing that he might say something he regrets if he stays. After cooling down a bit, he’ll text you to meet him in the library

- Once you’re there, he’ll straightforwardly apologize since he knows that that’s the most efficient way to end the situation and offers you cuddles by the fireplace to make up for it

- “I appreciate you honestly expressing your emotions to me so I’ll make more of an effort to be considerate towards those emotions in the future. For now though, can I just hold you?”

Asmodeus:

- Out of all the brothers, i think that Asmo would be the most emotional about upsetting you

- You wouldn’t even get the chance to leave the room because he’s already got his arms wrapped around, you wailing for dear life

- “Waah i’m so sorry darling I really didn’t mean to say that! Please forgive meeee! If you don’t, I’ll cover you in a million kisses until you do”

- He really can’t stand the idea of you being mad at him

- Spends the rest of the night trying to make it up to you. He’ll follow you around the house wherever you go like a lost puppy, not giving you a single second without him by your side

- “Are you still mad at me? Just tell me where it hurts and I’ll kiss it better..”

- However depending on the situation, he might actually use this an an opportunity to ~ s p i c e ~ things up in the bedroom but let’s not go there for now

Beelzebub:

- Because of Beel’s blunt and straightforward nature, he often doesn’t realize that he’s said something hurtful, since 98% of the time he didn’t actually mean what he said in that way

- Will often just be confused as to why you’re upset with him in the first place, so he’ll usually go ask his brothers for advice

- “Ok Beel, now word for word what did you say....mhm....ok....OH..WELL OBVIOUSLY THEY’RE UPSET BECAUSE-”

- Would probably buy you a dessert from the nearest bakery as a peace offering before coming over to apologize

- Scratches the back of his head while explaining to you that “I don’t really get why you humans think like that but I understand that you’re upset so I’ll try not to do that again. Here- I got this for you”

- Once you signal that everything is fine he’ll pull out a second fork from behind him and continue “Well actually, i got that for US... hehe i thought sharing could be romantic”

Belphegor:

- Would actually be more upset than he lets on, but he’ll play it off by acting distant and uninterested while you’re telling him why you’re upset

- “Hmm are you done now? I’m actually quite exhausted from all of your petty human ranting so I think i’m going to take a nap now”

- Marches over to his bedroom but the second he lays down, his thoughts start spiraling, not letting him get a single wink of sleep as planned since he can’t stop thinking of you

-Eventually gives up trying to sleep out of frustration, knowing that he’ll never be able to rest knowing that you’re mad at him.

- Struts back over to your room and hugs you from behind. “Ugh how troublesome.. fine, fine, if it makes you feel any better I’ll apologize” (Actually he’s really saying that to make HIMSELF feel better but he’d never admit that to you)

- Cuddles you extra tightly that night

#obey me #obey me!#om!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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seiwas · 10 months ago

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quick sel! you are going on an amusement park date w gojo what's the first thing y'all are doing!!

noos i miss you!!! 🥺 waah thanks for dropping by with such a cute question!!

on an amusement park date w gojo i’m probs gonna go on all the rides first bc i am NOT waiting in long lines w that guy 😭 we r getting there EARLY so we are FIRST 🥹 also so he doesn’t get a tummy ache and complain about it if we go on the rides after eating 😭

#noos.🎐#how are you!!!#noosayog #ask #rep

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Waah, I really wanted to join in Triweek but I uhhhh forgot all about it >_> So I’m hastily writing little scraps of fanfic for each theme... they’re all gonna be at least a day late and probably more as the week goes on though sorry

This takes place during Saikai. I’m so hazy on the details, I think Nishijima was driving, but... I don’t really care if I’m wrong xP They are in the car, going home after the Kuwagamon fight, and this silly ficlet is the result of my bewilderment with how perky and peppy Mimi is following a trans-pacific flight to Tokyo from New York. It’s actually sort of Yamato centric though so don’t let my bogus summary trick you.

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Tri week day 1 - Homecoming - A conversation in a car

"I still can't believe it," Taichi declared to the universe. One end of a gummy from Mimi's souvenir dangled from the corner of his mouth. Thirty minutes ago they had watched him roll and skid over the asphalt like a stray soccer ball. Thirty minutes ago, Yamato had sent his partner leaping over the new crater in the earth where Taichi was hunched over his unresponsive partner, as if his thin polyester jersey were kevlar and his lean teenage back could do a thing to protect either of them.

Thirty minutes. Just barely. Disbelief, Yamato figured, was the normal way to react.

"I think we've dealt with stranger things than what we witnessed today," said Koushirou.

There were exceptions.

The van they were in wasn't especially spacious or comfortable, but it was certainly lived in, crumpled receipts and empty PET bottles evincing how used to this their driver was, or at least, the lack of respect he had for governmental vehicles, because Yamato felt pretty sure this wasn't the way Nishijima showed up in the mornings for his teaching gig. He hadn't had much to say to them in a while, which Yamato found a bit suspect, but the rest of the group seemed happy for the chance to catch up with each other without having to worry about hiding what kept them linked.

"That's not what I meant," Taichi shoved more gummies in his mouth. There was a long, angry scrape trailing up his forearm from his elbow. "I meant I can't believe she's back."

She's back could mean many things. The comeback of some superstar everyone thought washed up when she turned thirty, only to come back with a vengeance at forty when she realized she still had half her life ahead of her. The ascent of a contentious politician. In the realm of metaphor, she didn't even have to mean a person, such as with ships and vintage cars. In private Yamato referred to his motor scooter as "she," not that Taichi would have any reason to know that, since Yamato absolutely was not going to tell him.

But in this instance, she's back referred to Mimi.

Whose mouth opened in offense. "What, aren't you glad to see me?"

Taichi shrugged. "It's just sudden. You don't have like a private jet or something, do you?"

"No way!"

Koushirou muttered something that sounded a bit like "wouldn't put it past her," but the shadows in the car fell oddly with the artificial glow of his tablet screen and so it was hard to tell.

Mimi's eyebrows drew together like a pair of arrows anyway. Unmoved by this, Taichi pressed on, still knocking back gummies. "Well, how'd you get here so fast then?"

"You invited me," she sniffed.

"I did?"

"Yes, the soccer game."

"Holy crap. The game. I totally forgot." Suddenly Taichi turned and stared at Yamato, who looked back at him unimpressed, because what the hell did he expect him to do about it?

"Oniichan, I'm pretty sure Kuwagamon buzzing through the soccer field put the game on the hold," Hikari said soothingly.

"Oh, you're right. Wait, you came all the way across the ocean to go to my soccer game? I thought you were joking."

Yamato blinked. Ah, they were talking about Mimi again.

"Well, I told you, my family decided to move back anyway, and the fee to change the date of the flight wasn't that high, so I convinced my parents to let me come over a bit early. School's out for the summer in the US so it's not like I'm missing anything."

Taichi spun around to stare at Yamato again. This time, at least, Yamato could commiserate. Who was this girl.

A couple beats later and Mimi's lower lip had begun to protrude. "I even brought you gummies! Koushirou-kun's glad I'm back, aren't you?"

The syncopated stutter of Koushirou experiencing a system error was mostly drowned out by a siren blaring as a police car whizzed by.

"We're all glad you're back, Mimi-chan." Sora reached for Mimi's hand and gave it a squeeze. It had been a while since she'd last said anything; Yamato had thought she might've dozed off.

Takeru nodded. "Taichi-san just doesn't know how to handle girls," he said cheerfully.

"Hey," said Taichi and Hikari at the same time.

"Sorry, why are you offended?" Yamato couldn't help but ask.

Hikari squared her shoulders. "Because he's my brother. I should have dibs on teasing him about girls."

Taichi shot her a look. "Hey." The effect was somewhat undercut by the mouthful of gummies he had to try to growl through.

Hikari just continued: "You have your own brother to tease."

"You're right, I apologize," replied Takeru, two hands raised and a conciliatory tip of his head. For some reason this seemed to appease Hikari, who offered him the last few gummies in her bag.

The corners of Taichi's mouth dipped in a suspicious frown. He leaned in with a furtive whisper to Yamato, but, since he had to twist his body partway out of his seatbelt and lean over Sora to do it, Yamato thought it might have been easier just to tell the whole group. "Your brother scares me."

Yamato was much more inconspicuous, hardly moving his mouth to return, "Your sister scares me."

Taichi nodded. "That's fair." A moment later Sora "helped" him back to his original position with a rather ungentle knee to the solar plexus. He massaged his chest and pouted that she had hit a bruise, one of the many he had after getting knocked around by Kuwagamon all afternoon. Sora countered that he'd be lucky not to end up one lumpy, vaguely human-shaped bruise if they had an accident while he was dangling from his seatbelt like a python in a tree. She had a point.

The car slowed on a familiar street. Mimi's eyes lit up, nearly pushing Koushirou over in her rush to peer out the window. "Oh wow! This is so weird! I'm really home!" she gushed, her breathy excitement steaming up the glass, but not being able to see did nothing to curb her enthusiasm or convince her to sit down. Yamato didn't expect it would. "And it's just so nice that I’m with all of you, except for Jou-senpai anyway. And the Digimon too! I couldn't have asked for a better homecoming."

"I would have preferred fewer Digimon destroying airports, personally," Sora demurred with a covert smile. The rest of them tittered, but Mimi didn't seem to notice.

It was after they'd all unloaded and said their good-byes, and Yamato was walking under the hazy streetlights toward his apartment complex with Gabumon that he had the thought:

He didn't like sending Gabumon into battle, but the way they fell right back into the old patterns, the way they still just knew what the rest would do, how to spot someone needing backup, who should take the offensive and when, felt good. Felt right. Fighting alongside these people, it just made sense. Standing at Taichi's side, studying where the tension bunched in his arm, watching for the subtle flicker toward Yamato his eyes made that meant he was about to launch some risky feat of daring that may or may not save all their lives -

- it was something like coming home.

He'd worried at first... the old Taichi seemed slow to come out. How silly of him. As if Taichi at seventeen would be less than Taichi at eleven. The guy Yamato couldn't help but trust, no matter how stupid he looked spitting gummies across the backseat at Takeru and Hikari to "avenge his honor."

No, Yamato thought, Taichi hadn't changed.

At least not much.

He would have noticed before now, wouldn't he?

#triweek2020 #digimon adventure tri #digimon #fizz writes

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lovingoneweisalifestyle · 4 years ago

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First Kiss

A/N: I really love amusmant parks and I miss going to them but stay at home everyone, it’s much safer. Enjoy!

It seemed like a dream. A month ago, you confessed to Giwook and he liked you back. You both went on a couple of dates since then, and here you were, getting ready for your third date.

You were going to the amusmant park that opened up recently. You were fixing your hair into a messy bun, putting in a small butterfly hair clip to push back your bangs. You grabbed your wallet and phone and headed out the door.

Once you arrived at the entrance of the park, you pulled out your phone and texted Giwook. He arrived shortly after you. He smiled and waved while making his way over to you.

“Have you been waiting long?” He asked

“No, I just got here” you both walked into the park together.

You spent the day going on different rides and trying different foods.

“Let’s try this ride.”

“Let’s try the corn dogs”

“Let’s go on this rollercoaster”

“This looks fun”

“This is delicious”

You were currently trying to play a game of knocking down the pins.

“i won” you cheered out in victory taking the stuffed pikachu as your prize. Giwook got a smaller pikachu since he came in second.

You were both sitting on the grass, watching the sun go down. “The sunset is really pretty” you say leaning your head on his shoulder. The summer breeze felt nice and cool on this hot day. You both talked while waiting for the firework show to start.

Before you knew it, the sky darkened and Giwook said, “the fireworks are about to start”

“Waah, it’s so pretty” you both gazed up in adoration. Giwook looked over at you who was still starting at the sky in awe. You looked so cute, he wanted to kiss you. You noticed him staring and turned to face him.

He leaned in a little bit but stopped, “can i- is it okay- if I kiss you?”

You nodded, “yes”, you leaned forward and connected your lips. Your lips melted together underneath the fireworks, you had butterflies in your stomach as you both seperated. You continued to watch the fireworks until the show was over and the park was closed.

You both walked around together, holding the stuffed pikachus. Blushing from the memory of your first kiss that took place moments ago. It was the perfect ending to your carinval date.

#onewe #fanfic #amusmentpark #date #first kiss #cya #onewe x reader #cya x reader #weve #fireworks #fluff #onewe fluff #giwook #onewe giwook #giwook x reader

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carol-effing-danvers · 5 years ago

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knock me the fuck out (i dare ya, babe), part one

TEACHER STEVE AND SOFT BILLY

Ten years, eight months, three weeks, and nine days ago, Billy had escaped this Lovecraftian nightmare town and never looked back. He’d come into Hawkins believing that it was his own personal hell and left it certain that it was actual, literal Hell.

(this got long so i decided to divide it into three parts) If you prefer the Ao3 format, click here

Billy’s first thought as he rolls back into Hawkins for the first time in ten years is: I cannot believe Max stayed in this deathtrap.

He didn’t. Ten years, eight months, three weeks, and nine days ago, Billy had escaped this Lovecraftian nightmare town and never looked back. As soon as he was well enough to leave the hospital, he spent most of his savings on a shitty Ford Bronco (he did NOT miss that car), packed up his records, and hit the fuckin’ road. He’d come into Hawkins believing that it was his own personal hell and left it certain that it was actual, literal Hell.

Billy wonders, a bit guiltily, if Max’s life woulda turned out like this if he hadn’t left her in this Midwestern madhouse all by herself. Only twenty-four and she was already getting a divorce.

He’s never like Justin van Haut but at first, Billy attributed that to the fact that the dude was dating Max - he had a right to hate any dude trying to fuck his sister, he figured. Facts was just facts. But then they got married and it didn’t get better. If anything, Billy might’ve hated him more.

Justin reminded Billy way too fucking much of himself, of the strutting arrogant little dirtbag that he used to be - only, van Haut had the money and the influence to get away with his bad deeds. He was the kind of guy who wanted something only until he got it, and then he didn’t want it anymore.

Billy wasn’t that person anymore. He couldn’t be. It took too much energy that he didn’t have - like the Shadow Monster had sucked all the rage out of him. And without it, there was so little left of Billy Hargrove.

Old Billy would’ve gotten drunk and drove to South Bend. Old Billy would’ve beat the shit outta the bitch-ass pussy who’d spent six and half years cheating on his sister. Old Billy would’ve spent the night in the county lock-up.

New Billy didn’t do that, because New Billy promised Max he’d be there by dinner time. New Billy knew that Max would just have to bail his sorry ass out of prison with money she didn’t really have.

But either way, Billy knew even if he had the chance to, he’d never change the way it worked out, because in the end-

“UNCLE BILLY!”

-in the end, he got his girl.

As soon as he opens the door, she launches herself at him. “Who is this?” he demands seriously, stabilizing her on his lap, letting her grip the stirring wheel in two tiny hands. “Who are you? Where’s my Lulu?”

She giggles at his theatrics, tugging at his leather jacket, wisps of red hair escaping her little braid. “I’m Lulu, Uncle Billy!”

He gasps, feigning shock. “You can’t be my Lulu! You’re such a big girl!”

“I’m going to Kindie-gar-den now!” she says proudly, with a cocky little toss of her head that reminded Billy of her mother so much that he couldn’t hold in a grin.

“Yeah? Do you like school, Lulu?” They get out so that Billy can grab some of his things from the trunk.

“Uh-huh. My teacher is really nice!”

“Yeah? What’s your teacher’s name?” he asks absently, resting Lulu on his hip as he pulls his bag from the trunk.

“He’s Mister H!” she says, and his brows bounce up. Male kindergarten teacher? That was pretty unusual. Maybe Hawkins was finally getting outta the Stone Age. He doubts it, but hope springs eternal.

From inside the house, Max yells “Lauren!”

“Mommy, Uncle Billy is here!” she shouts, and squirms back down to the ground, running for the front porch. “Mommy says you can have my room!”

Billy thinks with no small horror of the pink room with Mickey and Minnie Mouse’s faces staring out from the wallpaper. Jesus Christ. Lulu beams at him, utterly delighted at the prospect of her uncle moving in, and he barely has to lie when he says “Fantastic, princess.”

Max gives him a wry smile as she appears in the doorway, practically reading his mind as she wipes her wet hands on a dishtowel. “Welcome home, big brother.”

Old Billy would’ve told her that this town might be home, but it wasn’t his. Home was a place he lost when his mother left him with Neil. New Billy knows Max isn’t talking about Hawkins. “You’re gonna get so sick of me,” he promises, dropping the paper bag he’d taken from the trunk. “Here.”

“What the hell is this?” she asks, laughing. “You better not’ve brought me a bag of p- oh my god, Billy.”

He chuckles at her open-mouth as Max stares down into the stacks of cash inside the crumbled paper bag. Rubbing the short hair at the back of his neck, he awkwardly answers, “Rent.”

“This is way too much!” she protests, trying to hand it back, like she didn’t miss a mortgage payment last month.

Billy dances out of the way, picking Lulu up and twirling her around. Grinning like a madman at her delighted shrieks, he throws her across one shoulder. “Wanna help me set up the stereo, Lulu?”

“Yeah!”

“Billy, get back here!”

“Can’t hear you, Max! All that loud metal music, y’know!”

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“I’m home!” he calls, pushing the door shut with his hip. The apartment is completely silent and then Steve hears a familiar ‘thump’ and grins.

With her bushy tail held high, a black cat races down the hall, wailing “Waah!”

“Hello, Angie,” he coos, crouching to scratch her under the chin. “How are the birds today, huh?”

“Waah,” she repeats loudly, pleading at him with her huge yellow eyes.

“Missed me?” he asks, stroking the fluffy black fur along her back. “Let’s have some dinner.”

He must’ve told Dustin a thousand, maybe two thousand, times that he did not want a cat, but the very morning that Dustin left for MIT, he dropped the fluffy soot-black kitten on Steve’s doorstep and raced away anyway. “His name is ‘the Witch-King of Angmar’, good luck, Steve!”

Ha. The joke was on him, though. His ‘Witch-King’ was actually a queen and Steve called her Angie and she was a fucking delight – he suspected that Dustin was just overly dramatic. Steve supposed that the cat was a nice compromise, considering that Dustin had tried not to leave for college at all.

That had probably been the worst six months of Steve’s life.

He’d never fought with one of the kids before, let alone Dustin, but they spent nearly all of his senior year fighting – because Dustin managed to get a scholarship, a two-year free ride to Princeton, and he didn’t want to leave Hawkins. Or more specifically, he didn’t want to leave Steve.

Lucas was bound for Howard in DC, Will and Mike were reuniting at MIT, and Dustin got into fucking Princeton, but he didn’t want to go.

(“What the fuck are you talking about, you don’t wanna go? I don’t give two dicks what you want, shithead. I’m an adult, Dustin, and I can take care of myself! You’re not going to throw your whole life into the toilet because you think I’m LONELY!”)

So, yeah. Steve and Dustin spent Dustin’s senior year of high school fighting, and now Steve has a cat and Dustin is in graduate school, because college was where he fucking belonged, just like Steve had told him.

Filling Angie’s bowl, Steve idly dances around the kitchen to no music, pulling open the fridge and peering inside. “What should we have for dinner, Angie? What do ya think Aunt Robin wants to eat?”

Angie doesn’t bother turning her head away from her cat kibble, but her tail swishes at the sound of his voice. Humming ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’, Steve throws together a stir-fry.

Cooking has become one of those parts of being an adult that Steve finds unexpectedly pleasurable. Cutting up the ingredients, mixing spices and seasonings, tending to the food – Steve enjoys that.

He hears jingling in the hallway as Robin comes through the door, purse swinging from her arm. He can also hear her swearing under her breath and she kicks her shoes off onto the mat beside the door. “Angie, Angie baby,” she coos as the cat runs to greet her. “Please feed me, Steve-o. I’m gonna fucking kill Bobby Monroe.”

“Parent-teacher conference didn’t go well?” he asks lightly, fluffing the rice with a fork before he pulled his stir-fry off the fire.

“NO,” she says shortly, before calling “How was the dentist? Is this a bad time to say that I picked up a banana cream pie at Baker’s Square?”

In a rather bloodthirsty tone, Steve replies “Cavity or no cavity, we are eating dessert, Rob.”

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to get out a torch and a pitchfork.”

“What happened with Bobby Monroe?”

Oof, speaking of bloodthirsty. Robin’s teeth grind together and Steve pokes her pointedly in the side as he takes their plates down from the cabinet. “His kid is on the verge of going to juvie and this guy just…Does Not get it, Steve.”

Steve’s glasses were on the verge of slipping down the bridge of his nose as he cracked open the tops on two beers. “That’s ‘cause Monroe is golfing buddies with Mayor Walsh and my old pal Tommy Hall, Rob.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Ugh,” she mutters, then brightens a bit. “I got to read another one of Holly’s essays.”

Smiling at his plate, Steve says “Yeah?”

He was a little sad he got into teaching too late to have Holly or any of the other kids as a student, but Robin got the joy of having both Erica Sinclair and Holly Wheeler pass through her classroom. “Her analysis of the creation of the Constitution was…I wanna send it to Harvard, Steve. She’s only fifteen, but she can already understand how to translate nuance in the document. Half of my graduating class couldn’t write something that impressive on early US history.”

“That’s fantastic,” he says, grinning.

“How was Munchkin Land?” she asks, through a mouthful of vegetables and rice.

Laughing slightly, Steve says “The Lollipop Guild always keeps me on my toes. Thank god for naptime!”

They eat banana cream pie on the couch in front of ‘Frasier’, Robin’s toes shoved under his thigh as Steve tries not to fall asleep on the damn sofa. She laughs at him, throwing one of the cushions at his face.

“It’s seven-thirty, you old man,” she teases, coaxing Angie onto her lap.

“Leave me alone,” he whines, melting into his secondhand couch. “I’m an educator of young minds!”

Rob stuck her tongue out at time. “It’s called ‘narcolepsy’, Steven.”

“Please leave me to die in peace.”

She does leave, an hour later, and Steve locks the door behind her like a Responsible Adult.

He is surrounded by almost total silence again. He’s a helluva lot more comfortable with it here in his apartment than he was in his parent’s house. Maybe it was because there wasn’t quite so much space to echo the silence back to him. Maybe it was because there was no steaming blue pool waiting in the backyard. Maybe it was the lack of judgmental silence, which persisted whether his parents were home or away.

He turns off the television and the lights in the living room, babbling baby-talk at Angie as he brushes his teeth and gets into bed, putting his glasses on the nightstand and sliding between the cool sheets.

Angie curls up behind his knees and Steve closes his eyes and listens to the empty space all around him.

Briefly, he spares a thought of apology for the Dustin of years past, because he’d been right. Steve was lonely. But at least now that he was a real grown-up, he was comfortable with it.

Mostly.

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“You don’t have to do that,” Max mutters, head resting against the back of the sofa. Lauren was put to bed an hour ago and the only sound down in the house in the constant quiet tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.

“Hm?” Billy asks sleepily, sipping his beer. It was a thirty hour drive between San Diego and Hawkins and Billy had only slept once, and not recently. Honestly, that was probably the best state to experience the Horror of the Mouse that awaited him in Lulu’s old room.

Max gestures restlessly to the stacks of hundred dollar bills hastily stuffed into the paper bag. “Don’t pretend that isn’t your entire savings, Billy.”

“Don’t have to anything but die, Max,” he murmurs, his free hand subconsciously drifting to the tight silvery mass of scarring beneath his shirt, even as his eyes remain closed. With a damp shaky sigh, she leans against his side and Billy shifts that hand to drape around her shoulders. “Don’t fuckin’ argue with me, you know I ain’t gonna let you win.”

His t-shirt gets a little wet. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she admits, sniffling. “I missed you.”

His throat clicks as he swallows. “Missed you, Mad Max.”

Though Billy’s exhausted and goes to bed early, he spends an hour in Lulu’s full-sized bed, flat on his back and staring at the ceiling.

Despite his best-laid plans, here he is. Back in Hawkins, Indiana.

Funny that he still kinda feels like a mess, even though he’s a better mess than he used to be.

When his alarm goes off, Billy has the taste of antifreeze in his mouth and though it’s nearly March and Max keeps the heat low, he’s sweating.

Getting Lulu ready for school is a breeze. Firstly, because she’s smart and independent and she knows the routine she’s supposed to be following by now. Second, because once you fight an interdimensional alien monster and temporarily die, not much phases you anymore.

“This one, Uncle Billy!” Lulu says eagerly, pulling him along through the halls, towing her uncle with single-minded determination. "You can meet Sam and Freddy!"

Samantha Cross and Fred Ferris were Lulu's little friends. "Alright, slow down, you're gonna run someone over," he says, amused. She reminds him so much of Max, it's insane. "This one, Lulu?"

"Yeah!" A dark-haired man wearing a navy cardigan over a collared shirt is helping a pair of identical twins with their coats, crouching near a row of cubbies with sixteen name tags on them – from here, Billy can see Lulu’s near the end: Lauren V. "Hi, Mister H!"

Mister H-who-wears-the-dorky-cardigan turns his head and the bottom of Billy’s stomach drops out.

Steve Harrington gives Lulu a dorky little smile, all cute and happy, squinting from behind the lens of his big nerd glasses, and warmly says “Hello, Lauren.”

As a teenage boy, rolling fresh into Hawkins, Billy had fallen into a wild spiral of lust for Steve Harrington the moment he saw him standing next to Nancy Wheeler at a Halloween party. Closeted and angry and unable to escape his father’s rage and his father’s expectations, all Billy wanted was some of Steve’s attention – he hadn’t dared to let himself seriously consider getting more than that. Steve, being a straight teenage boy with a girlfriend, with popularity and money, had froze him out at every turn, and it drove Old Billy fucking crazy. No matter what he did, he never got a reaction more interested than bland annoyance.

As hot as his passions for him burned, Billy couldn’t make the Hawkins ice princess melt even a little.

But at a certain point, when you grow up, you can look on certain things you got attached to or certain things you enjoyed as a teenager and find your attachment sort of silly, maybe even comical. New Billy had sort of looked forward to reaching that conclusion here.

This isn’t like that at all.

Actually, Billy thinks it might even be worse than before. Billy feels a dull flush beginning to form over his face and swallows the urge to say something stupid to get Steve’s attention – that was the ghost of Old Billy talking.

God, he looks so good.

All grown up, the knitwear clinging to the tantalizing hint of strong biceps, Steve’s eyes are huge and dark behind the lenses of the geek glasses, bangs hanging down into his eyes. Beneath the cardigan, his collared shirt shows an enticing view of his clavicles and the moles high on his neck. Billy used to jerk off to a fantasy of sucking on them and seeing what kind of noise he would get.

He looks soft and sleepy, like Billy could just curl himself around him and press his mouth to that bare skin and Steve would just-

“This is my Uncle Billy!”

Billy is abruptly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Lulu’s voice and realizes that he’s well on his way to pitching a tent in his pants in front of Steve Harrington and his five year old niece. What the fuck is his life, seriously?

“Harrington.”

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“Harrington,” the man next to Lauren drawls, and suddenly, Steve’s attention is focused and sharp.

This is my Uncle Billy.

He’s…wow, he’s really…grown up.

The sneering boy with a headful of dirty blond curls and a baby-fine mustache has aged into a grown man with a full beard – the old mullet has almost reversed, with the hair at the back and sides nearly shaved off and the hair at the top slicked back away from his face.

Oh my god.

So. So so so so so.

The thing about Billy- “Hargrove,” he greets, hoping that he sounds friendly and surprised and not breathless. “Max didn’t tell me you were coming back to town.”

Billy Hargrove was the very first boy Steve was ever attracted to, and after he left town, the realization that 1) he had a big gay crush on him and 2) he wasn’t ever going to see him again, were sorta the things that began his big bisexual breakdown – what Robin affectionately calls Steve’s ‘all dicks tour of ‘86’, even though she still doesn’t know what started it.

And now Billy’s standing here, in Steve’s classroom, the muscles he used to flash now hidden beneath leather and denim and flannel but possessing every inch of them as much as he had ten years ago. He looks like he could toss Steve over his shoulder and carry him off somewhere, like a caveman.

But hotter, Steve thinks, helplessly staring at the long sweep of his lashes. His lips, the same deep, full red of ripened berries. The dusting of freckles over Billy’s cheeks from hours standing in the sun.

For a moment, Steve feels a stab of uncertain fear – has Max ever told Billy anything about what happened in ’86?

No. His relationship with Max may have gotten slightly distant, especially after she officially married Justin, but he was pretty confident that she wouldn’t have told him such embarrassing and personal information about Steve, not when she that knew Billy had hated him.

At least she seems to be right, though – Billy had calmed down a lot.

Billy shrugs, in that effortless, careless way of his. Steve experiences a visceral urge to have that short beard rub his mouth raw and it makes his stomach twist with desire, uncomfortable in its intensity. “Got tired of San Diego – thought I’d see my best girl. Right, Lulu?”

Lulu. God, that’s cute.

Lauren grins up at Billy, proud as a peacock, and Billy smiles back at her for a moment, so nakedly adoring that Steve’s stomach gives another twist, his insides melting into goo. “Billy lives with me and Mommy now, ‘cause he missed me so much,” she declares, lifting her chin. “I’m his best girl.”

“That’s right,” he vows, cuffing her lightly over the head.

“That’s…really nice of you, Hargrove,” Steve says lightly. He knows that Max is getting a divorce – the entire town knows. Honestly if he didn’t think Max would kick him in the nuts, he’d have a nail bat with Justin’s name on it.

Lucas, chewing on his jealousy like a wad of bubblegum, had told them that Justin had basically spent their entire relationship cheating on her. He’d gotten the most willful girl in school to be his girlfriend and got bored with her almost immediately afterward.

He has a feeling that was the real reason for Billy’s sudden appearance in town after ten years of absence.

Billy shrugs again and peers at Steve through those long lashes. “Max didn’t tell me you were Lulu’s teacher.” He grins, tongue held between rows of sharp white teeth. Steve’s heart kicks up in his chest. “Kindergarteners, Harrington?”

He smiles awkwardly, dodging the question. “Lauren is one of my best readers,” he says instead. No matter which child it is, Steve can always find a reason to brag about one of his kids. “And her penmanship is terrific.”

Lauren gasps, bouncing with excitement, one of Billy’s rough hands clutched in both of hers. “I read a chapter book with Mommy and she only had to help me with two words, Mister H!”

“That’s awesome!” he says, unable to keep himself from beaming down at her. “Did Mrs. Diaz help you get a library card?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Maybe your uncle can help you, then,” he says brightly, neatly side-stepping anymore conversation with the boy – the man, god, Steve didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more of a man – who can apparently still make his heart race, even ten years since he’d last saw him.

In the doorway, he spots Marcy Roberts holding her little brother’s hand. “Morning Marcy. And good morning, Martin.”

“Morning, Mr. Harrington!”

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“Alright, Lulu, it’s almost time for your class to start,” Billy says, tucking her too-long bangs behind her ears. “Mom will be back to pick you up, okay?”

For the first time, some of Lulu’s uncertainty shows through. “You’re still gonna be here, right? You aren’t going home?”

Billy pauses. Fuck, this kid’s dad has done a number on her.

Justin was hardly ever around anyway, but he’d just packed up and left in the middle of the night – Billy doesn’t even know the last time he bothered to talk to her on the phone. Lulu’s gotten upset when she and Max had to say goodbye to Billy in the past, but she’s never acted this insecure with him. “I’m home now, Lulu,” he says, crouching down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be there to say goodnight, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees in a tiny voice that steals his whole fuckin’ heart away.

“Who’s my girl?” he asks in a whisper, tugging gently on the end of her ponytail.

Her face brightens. “I am.”

“The best, Lulu.” He winks and she giggles. “Be good, okay?”

“Kay!”

He stands to his full height and Harrington’s eyes accidentally meet his. There’s still a small smile lingering around the soft shape of his mouth and as soon as he looks into those big brown eyes, Steve looks away. Billy bites the inside of his cheek, resists his automatic urge to say something spiteful, something that will get those eyes back on him.

He would like to be able say that it’s because New Billy knows better. But it’s really because he already knows from experience that it won’t do anything but make Steve that much colder. He wants fire, and all that’s there for him is ice.

He leans against the wall right outside the classroom door and…just listens.

Listens to Steve speaking, his sweet patient drawl used for the children in his classroom. “Alright let’s take attendance and then I want to hear all about what you did this weekend, class. Evan Adams?” He stays there, listening with eyes closed, until he hears, “Lauren van Haut?”

“Here!”

Billy shakes himself, pushing away from the wall. No sense mooning over a straight boy who thinks he’s lower than dirt.

TBC

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sirimirihiro · 4 years ago

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Ok so I love your writing, I think I remember you doing 5 characters, and if you dont do x readers ignore this! Ok so, could I have headcanons for the Bakusquad(mina, baku, sero, kami, and kiri-) bringing their girlfriend to an amusement park cuz they know she loves amusment parks as a date? Thank you :DDDD

Waah, thank you for requesting again so quickly! And thank you for the compliment, too. I’m glad that you like that.

And it’s okay! I realize that not many here don’t do female reader, so that’s understandable. Hope that you enjoy reading these! Sorry that it took me this long ><

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- We all know how Bakugō can be when it comes to.. Well, almost anything. Grumpy and not exactly seeming all that excited as his s/o in the beginning.

- But when they once mentioned that it had been a while since they had been to a park because of studies and they were sort of missing it, he spark of inspiration hit. Even if his first response had been something in the sense of, " Hah! That’s stupid.

- I headcanon that he might be one of the richer one of his class. Have you seen this guy's house?! Might need a couple of weeks to pull it off, but Bakugō ends up taking them to an amusement park, even if it wasn’t a traditional invitation?

- " Just come one, idiot! You said that you wanted to go to one of these, right?! "

- Something in that sense. But anyway. Once that you both get inside, he’d probably want to go around of the whole park with you.

- Buys spicy snacks popcorn, likely. It’s popular to have flavored popcorn in Disneyland in Japan. Also, you only need to taunt him once, and he’d be ready to beat any booth here to get you whatever gift you could want.

- Different and more chaotic trip to a park they’ve been to, but one to be remembered.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The sweetest person in the whole world I love him so, so, so much y'all don’t know-

- He's pretty excited when he heard that you liked amusement parks. It actually made him plan to spare up money do that the two of them could go together.

- If it’s a park that his s/o has been to before, he would love to go all out. Trying the rides that they liked the most, get the best food there - everything.

- Notices their eyes lingering a bit on that one cute plushie a bit long by the booth and of course he ended up getting it for you. He honestly loves to spoil his s/o a lot.

- Holds your hand the whole way around of the park, chatting and holding onto it tightly while on the rides. Even if you both weren’t afraid or if it was boiling hot, he’d keep them close.

- Really wants to see the fireworks show they do. They will not be disappointed with how utterly adorable that Kirishima can be when he is excited.

- Willing to follow them the whole way home. Even if they had said no, he’d still want to, since it has gotten so late that the sun had gone down for hours ago, without either of them realizing it till the last bound of fireworks had gone off.

- Being in an amusement park with Kirishima is a fun ride. Something the would be cherished for long. Exactly why they planned their next visit to be soon.

Kaminari Denki:

- You know that Kaminari knows all the good date spots. Amusement parks were one of those were if you went together, it was bound to end up being a romantic, cute day.

- He will actually beg them to get a set of animal ears when they pass one of the things at the front. He’s always seen couples do it and really wants to try 🥺

- Screams on the rides. His s/o almost thought that he had fazed out of reality when they came back down again. Luckily, he did manage to snap out of it before long.

- Please give him a hug afterwards. Denki really needs some reassurance after that last ride, with the loop in it.

- Wants to share an ice cream/milkshake with them. You know, one of those with a cute mascot theme that look so pretty. With one to share between the two. But, he definitely wants you to eat more of it.

- Takes his s/o up in one of the feris weels. Yes, I stand by that this man is both cheesy and romantic. You two watch the luminous park light up around of you, eyes sparkling over the long horizon.

- Yes, he did kiss them. And yes, Denki would without hesitation go on another day again with them if asked to.

Ashido Mina:

- You know how Mina is essentially one of the most energetic people in all of the class? Yeah, her reaction would be similar to how she would usually react. Peppy and full of excitement, to know that her s/o shares the same passion as her own in amusement parks.

- She,, She really wants to go to Sanrio world [Hello Kitty theme park] or Disneyland 🥺 please, do you know how happy that would make her?

- When the day did arrive, the both of you got there early, so that you both had lots of time to look around and try all kinds of different things. It also happened that there wasn’t that much people in line.

- Oh, you best believe that there is going to be selfies involved! Mina would want to take pictures of her s/o being cute and all kinds of sweets that the two would get together through of the visit.

- Screams and laughs during the rides, as well as holds them so tight so that they both wouldn’t be so afraid not that either of you were complaining about that.

- When the day ends and on the way home with the train, Mina finds herself snuggled up and resting her head against of her s/o's shoulder, tired from all of the adventures, dreaming of the future visits they’d have together.

Sero Hanta:

- Sero has never been the extreme fan of amusement parks. Yes, he did enjoy them and have fun with it. But it isn’t that he enjoys every part about the, though. Do you know how many people that there can get on a weekend or during vacation?

- That was why, when his s/o brought their love for it up one morning that they were walking together, that it had seemed to have hit him a little bit. That he might’ve been a little bit to hard on the idea of it.

- He suggested that the two of them should go when they were free at one point, which had finally seemed to be that day now! One where there wouldn’t be too many people that Wallis be there.

- Lets his s/o walk him through most of it, looking around and trying a ride here and there. For the bigger ones, he would maybe try one of them, even ending up having some fun, despite being a bit terrified.

- He has now also fallen in love with chocolate crepes that you could get from there, despite him usually being to healthy food. The ones that had cream and strawberries in them, with something that he would guess was caramel. They would have to pull him away from buying another one.

- The team-up they had with the laser shooting on that one ride was incredible. No virtual mutant stood a chance for the upcoming hero and his lover!

- Sero definitely has a new love for amusement parks, one which he shared by the one he loved so deeply. In the back of his mind, he’d be reminded to do this more often. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the day they had together.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia headcanons #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou x reader #kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #mina ashido #ashido mina x reader #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #i almsot feel like I'm becoming a BNHA blog lol #Still love me Bakusquad

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