#i think he could tell i was staring at him too much lmaooooo

[frankenbridez]

🐻🍖 day very successful (touched my alien boygirlfriend’s thigh)

happy 🐻🍖 day everyone (gw.ar show)

[poisonappleeater]

Regina x Trans Male Reader !!

regina mills x trans male reader (reminder that this is just in relation to my personal transmasc experience, everyone’s can be vastly different!!)

prompt: regina helping you out w/ dysphoria after rumplestiltskin says some crazy transphobic shit (takes place in storybrooke)

i also tried to not actually trigger anyones gender dysph lmaooooo so i do not get specific about it

Rumplestiltskin looked you up and down with a cold stare.

“I believe that you’re to use the women’s bathroom, dearie.” You felt your face go hot with frustration (and maybe even some embarrassment). God dammit. You just wanted to wash your hands in peace. To be quick and quiet was the best option, so you took a deep breath and scrubbed the soap off your hands with much more vigor and velocity than you had just a few seconds before. The water scalded your hands and turned them a little pinker. Mr. Gold scoffed through his nose.

“Even your low pain tolerance agrees that you are not a man, and it’s likely that you never will be.” Silence no longer felt like your best option. You’d come to Storybrooke as soon as your best friend, Aurora had told you that it would be easier to live as yourself, as a man, in a more modern realm. You didn’t consider that Rumplestiltskin would be trying to get under, well, your skin.

You spoke, as lowly as possible, “What would you know about being a man? You sacrifice your relationships for power. What does that make you?” His gaze faltered, and you felt like you had gotten to him. You also felt just a bit concerned for your safety. Gold took a steady breath and a thourough pause.

“I think that makes me a powerful man. At least more powerful than you. Correct? I recall you coming to me for guidance.” You scoffed, but your lip auivered. Seeking help from Rumplestiltskin back in the Enchanted Forest didn’t make you any less of a man. Everyone had at least once looked for help from the Dark One. Before a salty tear could escape your eye, you fled the men’s restroom and stepped foot back into the welcoming, red-and-blue ambience of Granny’s Diner. You released a shaky sigh and looked for your girlfriend.

Regina. There she was. Even the thought of her made your cheeks warm, despite your prior encounter with Gold. She was chatting comfortably with the Charming’s. Your need for your girlfriend’s warmth made you nearly start running towards your table. She spotted you instantly and smiled genuinely. It was clear you were equally enamored with one another.

“Hey, Y/N,” Regina greeted warmly. She noticed how fast you were walking.

“Hey, hey, slow down, it’s okay.” The well-dressed woman placed a hand on your back and guided you to sit beside her in the booth’s cushiony seat, with your leg touching hers. Regina laughed a little at the sight of you adorably speed-walking to the table. Taking a second glance at you, though, she could tell something bothered you. Your girlfriend’s face darkened with concern.

“Did something happen in the bathroom sweetheart?” Her arm wrapped further around you. Her line of sight travelled behind you when Rumplestiltskin came out of the bathroom.

“That son of a bitch.” Gina was livid. She tried to fathom how Rumplestiltskin could have possibly threatened her boyfriend. He could be up to literally anything. The vein above her right brow bulged so severely you thought it’d burst. You had to admit, her anger was hot. You felt her starting to stand up.

“No, no, Gina. It’s really okay,” you reassured. “No magical threats or sketchy deals were made. Promise.” The woman with burgendy lips looked into your eyes to ensure that you told the truth.

“Okay.” She sighed and crossed her arms, then sat down to kiss your cheek. You leaned in happily. The rest of dinner with the Charmings allowed the two of you to forget about Rumplestiltskin.

…

You locked the front door behind you and Regina and were suddenly too aware of your own body. Friendly chatter from Emma, Killian, David, Snow, and Henry filled your ears just minutes ago. And now, the quiet of Regina’s home flooded your mind with the words of Runplestiltskin.

“Hey, Y/N, baby?” Regina had both hands around your cheeks. You were sitting on the couch. You don’t remember moving at all since getting home. “I was asking you about a movie you wanted to watch, but-“

“Yes! Yeah, I’m sorry. We wanted to watch that movie. I’d love to,” you blurted. You gave your lover a half-smile.

“No. Gold said something to you. He’s plaguing your pretty little head,” she cooed. She sat down beside you and provided you with space to talk with her properly. You smiled at the gesture.

“It was nothing new. He said that I’m not a man. I can’t do anything about that. I feel like a man, but I don’t have the parts.” Regina intook your words with great conscience. Her glossy eyes looked into yours. She spoke after contemplating for a moment.

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from this realm, it’s that rules that we used to abide by back home were not laws of nature. They were laws made by people. And people can be so stupid, my love. That means that we, as smarter people, are allowed to live by rules that fit our logic. And according to my logic, you’re a man, sweetheart, regardless of what body you have. I know that because that’s what you’ve told me, that’s how you truly feel, and that’s how I think of you. You are whatever you think yourself to be. I love you for it, my sweet boy.”

“I love you, Gina. Thank you.” She took her time to memorize your handsome face for the thousandth time.

“Can I come close to you?” your lover asked, gently. You nodded and placed your head in her neck. she took you into her arms and stroked your hair.

“I still want to kill him,” Regina confessed. Her sharp words contradicted the gentle pets that she gave you.

You laughed. “Sure, Gina, just not today.” She couldn’t be upset when you were so calm and cute. Regina kissed your head and chuckled into your ear. You loved the sound of her laugh and the smell of her shampoo. Apple. So fitting.

“Okay, not today,” she sighed lightheartedly. “How about that movie?”

…

Soon, you had both showered and gotten ready for bed. There was no better feeling to you than being clean, on the couch, with your girlfriend about to watch a movie. You laid atop her chest while her legs entrapped your middle. Rumplestiltskin’s comments remained forgotten, and you and Regina remained content.

—

Hope this was okay!! Feel free to comment on anything, if anyone sees this. I’m kinda new to actually writing ff

[vacantgodling]

🎀🍬 for Hya bc those are too funny lol

DHDJDJRJRJRJJ his worst nightmare in 2 questions

🎀 Opening birthday presents in front of others, being sang to when given their cake, etc.

of the two, hya is more comfortable dealing with being in a celebratory crowd. it’s one of the many “wifely duties” in paramour — ie: managing the social scene and he’s been taught well by tagetes. i’m actually Not Sure what birthday traditions galeré has and that’s something interesting to think about but focusing on how we do birthdays TM his patience is so thin. like he’s not a huge fan of sweets but being sung to already makes him 😒—let alone when people start to tell him to blow out the candles JSSJSJ the only way he would is if aloe asked him to 💀 he also hates opening presents in front of others because He Will Judge you. if he thinks it’s a bad present he’d be all “and who the fuck bought this” and throw it out in front of you probably BDJDRJJ best bet is to just give him money fr he’s so picky and very few can get him to Not Complain about a present. (and before you think amon, it’s not. the only person who can consistently get hya presents he likes is tagetes which pisses him off SO MUCH LMAOOOOO)

so long story short: he hates it 💀

🍬 Being put in charge of a couple rowdy kids

i’m actually gonna hijack this question to talk about the kids hya canonically has in his life aka, lavendula’s children. viola (10), barbatus (9) and rumex (6). viola (similarly to her mother lowkey) is very taken by hya’s air and mannerisms and has heard so much about him from aloe that she can’t help but want to be around him and be like him which. baffles hya greatly. whenever they’re in the same room she’s always trying to talk his ear off and it is SUUUUCH an exercise in patience for him. she does kind of win him over (aided by hya moving away and marrying amon pff) because she loves books and as mentioned, hya also likes books. so when he realizes that she can have an intelligent conversation about books and themes in literature he warms up to her more (well, as much as he can being himself).

barbatus however is a different story and is more of the rambunctious type that the questions talking about 💀💀 he’s proud and hard headed and defiant but is still yknow. a child. so he gets in over his head and whines and cries when shit happens and hya is exhausted with him immediately. especially bc barbatus is more of the roughhousing type and hya is having Literally None Of That. he tends to talk back and that pisses hya off so he usually dumps barbatus onto someone else’s hands (later in life onto amon mostly) bc he can’t deal with that shit LMAO.

rumex he doesn’t quite know what to do with and similarly rumex doesn’t know what to do with him. bc rumex has always been sickly their social skills are under developed and they have a lot of separation anxiety from lavendula. they also got the worst of their father’s abuse, so they see hya as kind of similar (authoritative figure) and keep their distance. hya doesn’t care either way but it’s something that distresses lavendula;;;

and under a cut i’ll put some actual prose regarding hya and the kids PFF. idk if or where this would fit in anywhere but it’s a good explore to who he is:

“It was very kind of you to invite us to your residence, Hyacinthus.” Lavendula folded her fan with delicate fingers and curtsied.

“Tagetes insisted.” Hyacinthus eyed the younglings gathered close to their mother’s skirts, and gave his half-sister a stare that would resemble one you’d give a particularly irritating mule. “Though, I don’t recall you mentioning you’d be bringing the—”

“Your niece was desperate to see you, and I needed to get the boys out of the house. For fresh air.” Lavendula replied breezily, and Hyacinthus regarded the young girl grasping her hand with a blank stare. She looked up at him shyly, wiggling her fingers in what could be discerned as a passable wave, then tucked her face back against her mother’s purple gown. The taller, older of the boys, that stood astride his mother with his chest poked out, piped up: “Do you have a garden Uncle Hya?”

“Barbatus, manners.” Lavendula scolded gently. The boy looked back at his mother, confused. “What? He is Uncle Hya right? Why can’t I call him that?”

“Don’t be bull headed.” Lavendula looked back to Hyacinthus, seeming to beg him with her eyes. “Do you happen to have a garden that the boys can play in.” She paused. “... Preferably one with a gate.” Hyacinthus snapped his fingers and a maid standing idly by the door snapped to attention. With his wave, she quickly scurried over.

“Yes, my lord?”

“See the children out to the inner courtyard. Make sure they don’t kill themselves.”

“Hyacinthus…”

“Isn’t that what children do when left to their own devices?” Hyacinthus gave a listless shrug, and the maid, happy to be dismissed from his presence, quickly took both his niece and his nephew’s hands, then with Barbatus trailing along, headed out towards the courtyard.

[dashielldeveron]

thinking about the katsuki office kiss scene (feat izuku) and the potential unwritten freak it holds is absolutely driving me insane and i have to voice my thoughts before they brain rot me like termites eating the foundations of a house. (also quick disclaimer that I’m sosososos understanding of why this more horny aspect was not explored in fic [goes against like the whole message, and how the harem is handled in fic is one of my favourite aspects of the whole thing] i just thought itd would be fun to explore as it’s own seperate thing)

not to thirst on anon (and please feel free to nuke the fuck out of this ask if it’s too thirsty because i totally understand) but the fact that the reader is too busy freaking the fuck out to notice the reaction of izuku across the room and the unspoken interactions happening between katsuki and him leaving it all deliciously unwritten and completely up however insane the audience interpretation of it is. and im a very insane audience!

like. do you think the katsuki looked izuku straight in the eye and then proceeded to open his mouth and start full on making out with reader?? you think that katsuki saw izuku glare at him with the most restrained desire to kill him and he put his hand on her neck, spurring him on to kiss her deeper??? (because while their more intense high school rivalry has been settled long ago i don’t think they’ll ever fully dull the urge to, at least, be in competition with each other, especially if they both are interested in the same person, katsuki is probably having such an inappropriately good time like ‘the girl i want is sitting in my lap and making out with me and im simultaneously beating izuku at something !! yay!!!’ [he does love to win, and in his mind having izukus soulmate want to make out with him probably registers as some fucked up form of ‘winning’ lmao this guy and his deranged inner world i love you freak number 2])

Do you think when reader sat fully down on katsuki’s lap it was taking so much (sexy) control of his not to march over there and get reader off of him immediately?? do you think that he was looking at the way katsuki was kissing reader and already was making notes on how he could do it so much better???? im going insane. internal battle between him being so pissed that katsuki is getting the makeup session he has been (literally) dying for, being incredibly concerned for your mental well-being and paying attention to how you kiss so he can better his plan to sexually infuriate you till you break.

^ (this led to a very long tangent on me talking about which of the soulmate troupe guys have some kind of jealousy issues, then further spiralled out of control to me rereading some of the chapters again so I could attempt to create a numbered ‘from least to jealous soulmate troupe guy’ list. it’ll have to be it’s own separate deranged ask).

lmaooooo sorry for this very strange ramble (again), i just love freak number one (izuku) and freak number two (katsuki). expect another ridiculously long ask in your inbox again soon

(also it was not a typo izuku is hoe 100% insane and that’s why he is matching my freak like take a look at this ask and tell me he wouldn’t also hyper-analyse literally one thing reader has done and think about all the horny subtext. hoe insane matched my freak.)

-cork board anon

everybody leave i wanna be alone with cork board anon

GOD IZUKU'S REACTION. and none of what i'm about to say is necessarily canonical to the fic, bc, like you said, it's unwritten so that the audience can imagine :)

so. ofc we don't see izuku's reaction bc reader is panicking. but like??? he's right there??? on the other side of the desk?? and he could OFA zip over there and tear them apart, but since it's a choice reader's decided to make, he's going to let her, and izuku knows she's worried about all her potential soulmates, so he just can't bring himself to stop her. which must hurt him so badly.

so holy FUCK the idea of bakugou staring izuku down while he's kissing her. oh my god. that brings izuku into the potential romantic dynamic, so instead of bakugou/reader like reader thinks, it's a fucked-up bakugou/reader/izuku. oh fuck. and i mean this in a sexy, jarring way: what you said reminded me of these CGs in jumin han's route in mystic messenger:

bc jumin is trying to make a point to the people watching him kiss MC and UGH it shooketh me the first time i experienced it. of course it's not a perfect comparison, bc reader's more in control/desperation than either jumin or MC are here, but i think the Vibe could fit. dear GOD bakugou opening his mouth while staring down izuku--would katsuki be more exerting a sort of bragging dominance over izuku, or would he be more surprised at the situation, just going along? bc for the moment, katsuki's winning. he doesn't know why, but he'll take it. and izuku can't do anything about it, because his soulmate would see him act poorly. i fully think that if reader hadn't been having a panic attack and vomiting, then it could've escalated to, like, katsuki sucking a hickey onto the top of her boob, or something, before he felt like he was going too far. and katsuki would be all smug about it, probably laying reader on her back on his desk, and once he surfaced, he'd wipe the back of his mouth with a wry grin and say something like "had to have some taste of you, sweetheart." and then he'd give her waist a final squeeze and say, "she's all yours, izuku." and he proceeds to bring this incident up for the rest of your lives. offers to relieve you if izuku's giving you a hard time (it's brushed off as a joke; he half means it and half doesn't--izuku rolls his eyes from across the restaurant booth and irritatedly peels at the wrapper on his beer bottle, and his grip around your shoulder tightens).

you see, your honour, i'll kill him :) :) :)

but UGH you're so RIGHT it was probably torturing izuku to see his soulmate kiss someone else, but he probably couldn't tear his gaze away because he wanted to see how she kisses people, so he could learn more about what she likes.......you're so big-brained. i love to see a man who is morally tortured inside. imagine his muscles tensing while he's going through all of the options in his brain. imagine him his mouth and nose twitching in fury. but he can't. do. anything. because that's his best friend and his soulmate, the two people (besides his mom and all might) that he loves more than anyone else in the world. he's not gonna hurt them. he understands how violence could be brought into the situation. but. but he's not gonna.

i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on the soulmates and jealousy 👀👀👀 bc i think i've really only thought about izuku's and a tiny bit of tenko's--because i feel like izuku gets INSANELY jealous but also has insanely high self-control--like in fic when reader kisses shinsou and midoriya seems all calm (he is NOT CALM on the inside) and is like "she knows what she's doing wrong." 👀👀👀 and i think that is SO sexy of him. because he COULD be possessive and controlling. it's his first instinct. but he won't. he won't. bc that would make us sad and perhaps a little scared. (and then tenko's jealousy--i've only thought about it in the context of touya, bc to tenko, touya seems confident and charismatic and very capable of stealing his girl away from him. so his jealousy comes from awfulllllll insecurity that he's not good enough :( but we love him very much, so hopefully he'll get over that in time.)

i appreciate you so much. you feel just as crazy insane about these ideas as i am. and yeah lol izuku would prob be into this, the over-analysis for fun and enjoyment. GOOD. we want to attract freaks!!! freaks only zone!!!! i love HIM i love YOU i hope your day is peaceful!!!!!!! xx.

[wakkoroni]

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Passage:

When you get held captive for 2 months, lines get blurry.

"Did you think you could get rid of me that easy?" Slade chuckled. “Ah, kiddo. It’s going to take a lot more than a little push to kill me” He dragged his sword against the floor. "Normal people don't survive that"

He climbed out from under the desk, and made his way to the middle of the room to have the most space to fight back. “Weird flex but okay”

Just the whole Slade and Robin thing-

AYO MY SLADE AND ROBIN FIC???? Ngl that was a jumpscare lmaooooo

Okay so this fic started because I just really really wanted to write a renegade fic and I had pieces of it written in my draft but never like a full thing and I still have some in my drafts- but I decided to flesh it out and boom the renegade fic was born

I wanted a fun banter between them (actually lemme see the drafts I can find) on second thought let’s not- (I found them but it’s kinda like not the best) okay wait timeout I kinda ate with this-

Here’s some of the other drafts that inspired it but didn’t make the cut:

Scene:

No no no this wasn't supposed to happen. Robin stared down at his team mates, not really processing anything at all, all crying out in pain on the ground while he held the knife. None of this was supposed to happen, they had an agreement.

His friends. The people he grew close with and called them a second family. They laughed together, cried together, worked together. They were supposed to grow up together. He wasn't supposed to be the source of their pain.

"Slade stop it" he begged. "SLADE I AGREED TO DO EVERYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO DO. STOP IT"

"You didn't do everything"

"I don't kill"

"Well, face the consequences"

Dick had a moral crisis. He couldn't block out his friends screams. At that moment he made a split second decision. He grabbed the knife and held it to his throat.

"Stop it or I'll cut" Dick gave an ultimatum. He didn't have a death wish but if it was his friends or himself? He'd sacrifice himself in a heartbeat.

"Don't do it" Wally managed to get out through the blur of pain.

"I'm sorry"

Tense seconds went by, and Dick drove the knife deeper into his skin. He cut through a thin layer of skin, he could feel the blood drip down his throat.

After a minute the screams stopped

"Well-played" Claps echoed from his com. "It'll only work once Grayson. You aren't as valuable as you think. Return to base or I'll start it again" As a final note, Dick was shocked by his own bodysuit. Wasting no time, he gave a two-fingered salute and retreated.

He doesn't know when he'll see his friends again, or his dad. But until it's over he hopes to never see them again. He can't afford to hurt them. So what if it costs him his life? They'll be safe and that's all that mattered.

-

I have other scenes but this one of my favorites. The others were uh not the best written but I don’t mind cause I just wrote them to get the idea out

But for the specific scene in the ask, it didn’t change too much I really did want the “weird flex but okay” bit to stay the stuff that changed in the fic was how slade was introduced and the timeline of it all like deciding if I wanted to be an aftermath fic or a during the arc, and all that jazz

Slade being creepy with the dragging the swords was also intentional I wanted him to have that mysterious vibe and I think I showed that pretty well

By far one of the fics I’m most proud of and my most popular one!

Link to the renegade fic

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[whoree321]

Hey, I believe your requests are open, so, could you please write smth were reader and Tech are friends with benefits?

Also, I’m in the same dilemma as you, cause everyone already forgot tbb and I’m still obsessed??? Like, were is everybody excitement about the show, it was gone so fast…

Anyway, thank ya <3

hello friend! this is a delicious request and i am more than happy to oblige! i’m not sure if you wanted like pure angst or like sexy successful fwb but above all else i am a dirty dirty slut for happy endings so i went light angst, heavy fluff, mild smut to get a little of everything lmaooooo. this also got a little out of control and i’m not sorry.

and literally i am suffering so much in this ever increasing drought of bad batch excitement. like i feel like the person at a party when everyone else is tired and wants to leave who’s still just way too hyped and is like “NO WAIT GUYS LETS HAVE MORE SHOTS AND PLAY TRUTH OR DARE COME ON ITLL BE FUN”. i am in absolute agony. but anyways!

a mutually beneficial arrangement (tech x gn!reader)

it was purely sex. just two friends helping each other relieve some stress occasionally. just two friends who happened to have sex with each other. until it wasn’t.

warnings: fwb, mild smut, reader is gender/genital neutral but they are penetrated by tech (amab)

word count: no idea but it’s pretty long

***

In hindsight, it really shouldn’t have shocked you that this was how things played out.

It’s not like you’d ever been friends with benefits with someone before. It’s not like you didn’t know how easily you could develop feelings for people. It’s not like you didn’t know you were maybe just a little too interested in Tech non-platonically before any of this even started.

No, you knew all of those things going into it. You made the conscious decision to be the biggest dumbass in the galaxy.

When Tech had first suggested a friends with benefits situation, it seemed like a much better idea than it actually was. You had been assigned to Clone Force 99 for a few weeks at that point and had already developed fast friendships with all of them (Crosshair even sometimes acknowledged your presence with neutrality and that definitely felt like at least an acquaintanceship). You were closest with Tech, and one tipsy night at 79’s found the two of you making out in a hallway near the bathroom. You could still remember the way his mouth tasted like whiskey as he pressed you up against the wall

He paused his assault on your lips to look at you, breath fanning lightly across your face. You whined at the loss of contact, not noticing in your haze the intensity in his eyes as he studied you, as though if he took in enough of you he would have the answer to an imposssible question. He migrated lower, planting kisses and sucking lightly on your neck until he made his way to your ear.

“Have you ever heard of people being platonic sexual partners?”, he asked low in your ear. You shuddered at the feeling of his breath and the deeper tone to his voice before you answered.

“You mean like friends with benefits?”

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean,” Tech clarified as he moved to once again nibble on the sweet spots of your neck. Had you had a little more sense, you would have warned him not to leave any noticeable marks, lest you suffer the teasing of the rest of the boys.

“I’ve heard of it, I’ve never done it before though. Why?”

“Well, given our current circumstance,” his response was punctuated by his ministrations on your pressure points, “it may be mutually beneficial for us to enter into that type of arrangement.”

You stopped him for a moment, and lifted his face so that you could make eye contact. Tech stood up a little straighter, hands running up and down your sides lightly as he gazed down at you.

“You think that we should be friends with benefits?”

Tech nodded, one hand moving to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“I believe it would be an advantageous relationship. We could have relations while still maintaining our successful platonicity, thus eliminating the need to alter the dynamic of the squad with the complications of some trivial romance. It would also be physically beneficial. Sexual intercourse has been shown to successfully alleviate stress, as well as…”

He kept going, explaining the health benefits of sex, but it was hard to pay attention to his rambling while you tried to clear your head of the alcohol and the intoxication of his touch and figure out where you stood on his proposition. In that moment, everything he said made total sense. Granted, that part about “trivial romance” stung a little, but you could still fuck him without ruining the squad or your friendship with him, and Maker did you want to fuck him…

Uncharacteristically cutting off his rant, you responded. “I accept your offer. I would love to be friends with benefits with you.”

Tech grinned, a lust forming in his eyes at the new promise of the benefits the night was leading to.

“Splendid”

From that (mind-blowing) night, sex became a very regular thing. A mission went poorly? Frustrated sex. A mission went well? Celebratory sex. The Batch got leave time? Vacation sex. The Batch hadn’t gotten leave time in too long? Cabin fever sex. It really had started out pretty platonically, but after the first few times you could feel yourself falling head over heels for him. You knew you should stop it, Tech would never hold it against you or be upset if you changed your mind. You told yourself again and again that you would just break it off with him, but then his hands and his lips and his body would be on you, and the hungry way he looked at you would knock the air, and any ideas of making him stop, out of you.

In your defense, it wasn’t like you were the one who had suggested it. Tech had to know the likelihood that your “platonic sexual relationship” would only stay platonic for so long. Actually, you were surprised he hadn’t done a little more analysis of the situation. If he had taken into account all of the factors (the rate of failure in friends with benefits situations, each of your levels of emotionality and past relationships, the effects of living and working in close quarters, etc), you can’t imagine he would have thought it was a smart idea. If Tech had crunched the numbers like he normally would, it wouldn’t have produced favorable results. So for him to want to do it anyway, or to not even analyze it beforehand, must mean he had some sort of feelings for you, right?

This was one of the various problem in your current situation. Tech would always do things that were just on the line between “friends” and “more than friends”. He would go out of his way to do little things for you, he would share info and jokes and side comments with you that he never tried to share with brothers, he would blush when you complimented any of his work, he would stand just a little too close to you or let his touch linger just a little too long. He would suggest a sexual relationship that was highly statistically improbable to be successful.

And while Tech offered nothing but mixed signals, you took it a step further and let those mixed signals fester in your brain until you had warped them into one very clear signal: he liked you as more than a friend. You were so sure of it too. Why would he do all of those things if he didn’t like you like that? It’s not even like he treated you like some one night stand when he fucked you. He cared about making you feel good (usually it seemed like he cared more about you getting off than him), he would clean you up after and you always stayed the night together, cuddled and whispering late into the night about nothing and everything.

There was nothing friendly about your intimate nights together, come to think of it. Friends that just fucked would never treat each other so tenderly or lovingly. It’s not that completely unbelievable to think you would accidentally blurt out that you love him. Tech should have expected that.

But it was out there, unfortunately. You had committed the cardinal sin of being friends with benefits and you couldn’t take it back.

Tech’s brutal pace never faltered as he pumped in and out of you, your moans growing louder and louder as you began to approach your peak. He gazed down at you, locking eyes, and the emotion you could feel behind them was overwhelming. You could tell that he was close, with all the experience you had with him you knew his body better than your own, and he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I get to see you like this,” he huffed out, brow furrowing as the rhythmic slamming of his hips against you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

At his words, you reached your climax, and as you came undone words of ecstasy slipped from your lips between wails of pleasure.

“Kriff Tech… ah…. Tech..fuck…I love you”

You didn’t even realize it at first, too caught up in the moment, but Tech did. His eyes grew impossibly wide, and he was finishing inside you before either of you could fully process what you had just said.

As you both came down from your high, the gravity of your admission settled between you. Tech pulled out and flopped down next to you wordlessly, and for a few minutes you both just stared at the ceiling in torturous silence. And then he got up and walked to the refresher, not even looking at you once, and you felt like that was all the confirmation you needed that you woefully misinterpreted your entire relationship with him.

You lept out of his bunk, threw your clothes on, and left as silently as possible, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks. At least you could spare yourself the embarrassment of your words in that moment, and both of you could just forget it and move on.

Of course, you knew that pretending it didn’t happen would be impossible. You told him you loved him, and he said nothing. For several minutes. And then hid in the fresher. That was a clear rejection, and while it devastated you, you were still hoping that the two of you could just move on and be friends like you were before the benefits were added.

Apparently to Tech, you had offended him beyond repair. He never spoke to you (unless it was specifically mission oriented), he rarely looked at you or acknowledged your presence, and he positioned himself as far from you as possible at every opportunity. It had been two weeks since your slip up, and he hadn’t even made eye contact with you once.

It was agony. You missed him. You didn’t even really know what it was like to be on this squad without keeping him company while he made repairs or asking him questions about the next place you were going just to hear him talk. You missed making snide jokes with him. You missed admiring the way his goggles magnified his gorgeous caramel eyes.

The other boys noticed the shift very quickly. They had suspected the two of you had some sort of arrangement, and they knew how close you were, so to see it change so abruptly was concerning. Hunter had tried talking to you about it a few times, but you just reassured him that everything was fine and it was nothing he needed to worry about. Wrecker and Crosshair tried to pick up the slack, and started filling in the holes in your routine that Tech used to occupy. Crosshair would sit next to you in the mornings and during briefings, sometimes trying to make little comments in your ear like Tech would. On missions, Wrecker would always aim to pair up with you, and afterwards would try to do something fun like find a sweet treat or rent a good movie.

You appreciated so much what they did for you. But no matter how hard they tried, nothing could take your mind off the wall of ice Tech had built between you. You loved the other boys, but trying to share happy moments with them when all you could think about was how much better it would be with him was becoming unbearable. You didn’t want to leave them, but you couldn’t stay with Tech being so close to you and yet lightyears away.

As you filled out your transfer paperwork, you chuckled wryly to yourself. Even without the “trivial romance”, the squad was still disrupted. In a bittersweet way, it felt good for Tech to be wrong.

***

Tech had really done his best to analyze the evidence and make an informed decision based on his findings. He had been crunching his numbers with you since the day you joined the Batch, after all. Back then, it was the probability of your attraction to each of them. Tech was fascinated with you, and right off the bat he wanted to know his odds- just out of curiosity of course (for the record, they were pretty highly in his favor).

He knew there were pros and cons to the possibility of a relationship with you. First of all, it was technically against regulation for any clone to be involved in a romantic relationship. Second of all, it was likely that such a relationship would have the potential to cause countless rifts and points of weakness among his squad (regardless of the relationship’s success). Then there was also the very possible chance that the relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, leaving both of you hurt and irreparably damaging your friendship. As much as Tech may have wanted you, the costs unfortunately outweighed the benefits.

But then he kissed you at 79’s. And you kissed him back. And there he was, kissing you at 79’s, memorizing the sweetness of your lips on his. And he knew he should stop. He had studied the data and it’s conclusions were not very good, and if he had any sense at all he would stop. But he pulled away and looked at you, took in the flush on your cheeks and the dazed look accompanying your dilated pupils and the swell of your bruised lips. And he couldn’t bring himself to part ways with you. So he offered the closest thing to a relationship he could think of: friends with benefits.

A friends with benefits arrangement would be a more than adequate solution, Tech had decided. He could be physical with you in the proper moments, and then outside of those moments everything would be just as it was before. The squad’s dynamic and mission proficiency would remain consistent, and technically no regulations were being broken since they only specified romantic relationships. Of course, it wasn’t truly what he wanted, but in this arrangement he would get to enjoy you so much more than he currently was.

Unfortunately, he had made a critical oversight. In the dim haze of the club hallway, Tech had only considered how casual sex would compare to a full blown relationship. He didn’t think to analyze it singularly. And he certainly didn’t calculate the logistics of a friends with benefits agreement when one of the friends in question already had romantic feelings for the other friend.

But Tech knew himself. He knew he could have feelings for you and not let them get in the way. He could accept what he was able to have and make peace with what he couldn’t. Casual sex seemed like a good idea when his emotions were the only ones he took into account.

He wasn’t expecting you to fall in love with him.

When you had said it, Tech thought his heart was going to stop right then and there. In the heat of the moment, he couldn’t have imagined more precious words falling from your lips, and instantly it had him spiraling over the edge into ecstasy. But then the moment ended, and you didn’t say anything. He wanted to end the silence, to find out if you really meant it, but his brain was moving too fast to figure out what to say because he really hadn’t considered this would happen. It was naive of him, he supposed, but he really had thought the two of you could have done it without the emotional complications. Part of him, of course, was thrilled, but the other part of him, the logical part, was thrown into absolute chaos at the implications of your statement and what it would mean and all the statistics and probabilities he had calculated and

And you still hadn’t said anything. Tech could see you out of the corner of his eye, face red and chest heaving with emotion. You looked embarassed, regretful, and the realization that maybe you didn’t mean it hit him like a brick to the face. Maybe it was just something that slipped out, something your orgasm-addled mind had conjured up against your will and now you didn’t know how to take it back, didn’t know the right way to tell him you don’t actually love him.

It was too much for him to process at once, and he ran to the refresher in the hopes that he could clear his head and actually think coherently about the situation for a moment. Tech couldn’t have been in there long, maybe a few minutes, just long enough to splash some water on his face, look himself in the eye, and come to the conclusion that he needed to just have a conversation with you instead of playing with hypothetical numbers in his head. But then he came back out and you were gone, and that seemed like all the answer he needed. You didn’t mean it.

That was good, right? You didn’t mean it, and the two of you could keep going the way you had been.

But the ache in Tech’s heart said otherwise. You didn’t love him. He loved you, he knew he did, and he could be ok with pretending he didn’t when he didn’t know how you felt. But he knew now. And it hurt.

It hurt everytime he talked to you, so he stopped talking to you. It hurt everytime he was near you, so he stopped being near you. It hurt everytime he looked at you, so he stopped looking. The squad’s performance hadn’t been altered, so Tech concluded that the awkwardness could be tolerated until your presence didn’t feel so much like a blaster shot to his chest.

But just like pretty much every other choice Tech had made in regards to you, that plan only worked until it backfired horrifically.

***

The Batch were back on Kamino in between missions. Tech had been vaguely aware of Hunter being called in to a meeting of some sort, but he offered his full attention as Hunter stormed back into their room and huffed his way to Tech’s workbench.

“I don’t know what you did, but you need to fix things with Y/N. Now”

At the mention of your name, Tech pretended to return to his work, fiddling with a tool and avoiding eye contact.

“I do not know what you are referring-“

“Like hell you don’t Tech! The two of you haven’t even looked at each other in weeks and now they’ve put in a request to be transferred to another unit, so don’t tell me there’s nothing going on between you.”

Tech shot up, tools abandoned and stool knocked over with the force of his standing.

“They requested a transfer?”

“Yeah, they did. Now, I don’t know what happened, but I know your little silent treatment has been hurting them a lot. I don’t want to see them go, and you don’t either. So go talk to them and fix it, or I’ll have you transferred instead,” Hunter ordered, finger pointed at Tech’s chest. The threat was empty, of course, but it had fallen on deaf ears regardless.

Tech all but sprinted out into the hall, desperate to change your mind before you left them for good. As much as it pained him to be near you, the thought of being without you was somehow so much worse. He reached your quarters and unceremoniously burst in, barely giving the doors enough time to slide open before he was moving past them.

You jumped at his sudden entrance, hand coming up to clutch your chest.

“Maker, Tech you scared me!”

“Please don’t leave”

You stared at him, taking in his appearance for the first time. His chest was heaving, like he’d just run a marathon, and his eyes were frantic and impossibly wide behind his goggles. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so disheveled, even when you’d slept with him.

You wanted to look away, but you were conscious of the fact that this was the first time you had made eye contact in Maker knows how long and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Tech, I-I can’t stay with the way things are. I’m sorry about what I said, I know it was just supposed to be a friend thing and I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you. I really tried not to, but I did and I ruined everything and you can’t even look at me anymore so how can I-“

Tech took step closer, cutting off your rambling as his brow furrowed.

“You fell in love with me?”

He spoke so quietly, it was barely above a whisper. You nodded, confused at his surprised considering the whole issue was that you told him you loved him and he didn’t feel the same. That was the issue, right?

You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears as he tried to process what was happening.

“I thought… I thought you didn’t mean it”

Now it was your turn to be confused.

“Why would you think that?”

“Y-you didn’t say anything. You confessed your affections for me while in a compromised state and didn’t say anything else afterwards. Your body language indicated regret and-and you left. I concluded that you said it by accident, and did not actually mean it,” he explained as calmly as he could in his rattled state.

“I left because I told you I loved you and you locked yourself in the fresher! And then you wouldn’t talk to me so I figured you were mad at me because I have feelings for you and you don’t feel the same way!”

Tech’s face broke out in a huge grin, and just as you were about to ask him why he was so happy all of a sudden, he rushed forward and passionately slotted his lips against yours. You gasped into him before immediately reciprocating the kiss, and you tangled your hands in his hair as his fingers desperately clutched your hips. Of all the kisses you had shared with him, none had felt the way this one did. There was an emotion pouring into it, one that had always been on the verge of spilling over but never had before. Eventually you broke apart, and you cursed your lungs for needing air.

He leaned his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath, and broke the silence after a few moments.

“I love you, too. I have for a significant amount of time. When you left that night, I incorrectly assumed you did not share my affections. I avoided you after because I… I was hurt. I apologize for misinterpreting your actions, and for allowing you to think that I was upset with you. I assure you, that could not be further from reality.”

You laughed giddily, bumping his nose with yours as you relished in his confession.

“If you loved me, why did you just want to be friends with benefits?”

Tech blushed and look down, a sheepish look overtaking his features.

“Well, I performed a cost-benefit analysis on engaging in a romantic relationship, and the potential complications were too great. A platonic sexual partnership offered a less risky alternative. Although, I must admit that I failed to properly calculate the possible outcomes of such an agreement between two individuals in our specific situation,” he elaborated.

“We might be the two dumbest people in the galaxy,” you joked with a giggle.

“Technically, it is statistically impossible for that to be true, given-“

You cut him off with another deep kiss, your hands coming to rest on his arms as they kept you in his iron-clad grip. He had never loosened his hold, as though he thought if he let you go, you would disappear.

Abruptly, the kiss ended as Tech pulled back slightly to look at you.

“Does this mean you are no longer transferring out of our squad?”

You grinned.

“That depends. Does this mean we can have a real relationship, not just sex?”

Tech brought one hand to rest on his jaw as he looked upwards and pretended to be deep in thought.

“Well, according to my calculations, we have already experienced nearly all of the possible complications of pursuing a romantic relationship, so I have no objection to enjoying some of the benefits,” he concluded with a playful smile.

You leaned up to kiss him again, pausing just before your lips made contact with his to make a sly comment.

“And we know how good we are at some of those benefits already”

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Sticker Situation

Sun X Reader

A/N: I ripped my nails off mid fic because I got pissed at missing the keys lmaooooo. Sorry it's so short.

Description: You always go to the daycare for your break. The kids have a little surprise for you though, and that surprise is the knowledge of your relationship with Sunny. It's a little embarrassing, but cute nonetheless.

Tags: fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, them kids be little shits

Word Count: 907

Coming to the daycare on your lunch break was a regular occurrence for you now. You were hardly found anywhere else anymore, and the kids pretty much expected you to be there all the time with how often you hung out there. Things were no different today, the kids surrounding Sunny like a wall when you arrived. It was always an adorably comical sight to see the tall bot surrounded by kids, but this time, he was additionally covered in stickers. At least, from where you stood currently, that's what you could see. Eventually the kids noticed you, and they all gasped and giggled in unison.

“OoOoO, look out! Miss Sunshine is here! We vandalized her boyfriend! Ruuuun!” One of the kids screamed.

You froze in surprise and blinked, not expecting the kids to say or even know about your relationship with Sun for the matter. A blush rose on your cheeks as the kids got up and scattered, screaming joyfully as they all hid away and left Sun out in the open to stare back at you with a sheepish grin.

“Miss Sunshine?” You questioned, approaching him.

“They… Found out.” Sun said quietly. “I swear these kids are sleuths, not youths.”

You sighed with a smile, reaching up to grab his arm and tug him down to your level. “Well, since almost everyone knows by now then, at least tell the little ones to call me Miss Starshine. It’s a fitting name that identifies with both you and Moon. I belong to both of you, after all~” You hummed.

“H-hey~, not in front of the kids!” Sun whined, feeling the eyes of some kids on the back of his head.

“What? How can you worry about being flustered when you’re covered in as many stickers as you are?” You laughed. “And googly eyes. There’s a lot of googly eyes on you, you cute fool. Sit down with me so I can get them off of you.”

Though flustered, Sun sat down on the floor before you. What he didn’t expect though, was for you to crawl into his lap. He began to whir with how hot he was getting, earning a giggle from you as you got comfy atop his legs.

“With how you’re heating up, it’ll loosen the glue and make this easier. How convenient~” You teased.

“Sunshine please, you’re gonna make me blush so bright I become a beacon!”

“I don’t think that’ll matter. Everyone in this room knows how much you love me, and I love you just the same.” You said sweetly as you picked off stickers.

Sun’s rays spun a little and fluttered as your gentle hands carefully removed each sticker and eye. He did sound a little goofy with all the rattling the eyes caused, so maybe it was alright you took the time to pick them off. Once they were all off, you held Sun’s face in your hands and smiles, planting a sweet kiss on his nose. This caused him to get an orangey scarlet colour on his cheeks, and caused the kids who were watching to make noise again. Sun covered his face out of embarrassment, and you laughed.

“Hey guys, c’mon, you’re embarrassing him!” You shouted playfully.

“No, YOU are Miss Sunshine!” The group giggles.

“That’s Miss Starshine to you.” You corrected with a grin.

While laughter came from all around, one of the kids ran up to you and slapped something onto your forehead. It was rather abrupt and shocked you, until the little stinker grinned up at you innocently with a sheet of googly eyes in one of his hands.

“You get some stickers too! Stickers for the happy couple!” The kid giggled, running off now that you had been anointed.

You let out a gentle sigh and turned back to Sun, poking at him to get him to pull his hands down.

“Look Sunny, I’ve got a third eye now~” You joked, shaking your head a little to make the eye rattle.

Sun peeked through his fingers and saw the large plastic eye on your forehead, finally laughing again. You looked quite goofy, and he decided he no longer had reason to act so shy. The kids were being nice, and no one seemed to object to the cute little moment you shared. So, he brought his hands down and plucked off the eye from your forehead, flashing you a warm smile before leaning down to kiss you properly.

“I suppose I shouldn’t try to hide this anymore. I mean, half the Pizzaplex knows by now I think.” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Mostly because Chad has a big mouth and you get so flustered anyone could guess.” You snorted. “At least your new processor works wonders. You’ve yet to overheat!”

“Oh sunshine… How did you manage to make me love you so much! It’s not faaaair~!” Sun whined, wrapping his arms around you to crush you in a hug.

“The same way you made me love you so much. It is fair cause I love you just the same, you goofball~” You hummed.

The two of you practically melted into the hug on the floor, ignoring the little snickers of the kids around you. It was fine, really. Most people knew, and you weren’t ashamed. It was best you enjoyed the last of your break without worry, happy and warm in Sunny’s arms while the kids behind you doodles their renditions of your embrace.

[southfarthing]

For the character ask, could you please do Faramir?

thank you!! also asked by @thorinsbeard and @mumble-muse hehe I'm glad I've made my faramir love clear :')

favorite thing about them: WHERE TO START. BIG BRAIN BIG HEART BIG B- (this is sounding a lot like what I wrote about lancelot lmao). he's so smart and passionate and he's a loved and respected captain of his people and everyone in gondor is in love with him and he can??? read minds kind of?????? he's a beautiful black-haired king and he will tell his dad he's a dumb bitch to his face to protect his own pride and he'll stick to his stupidly noble guns even if it kills him and he's just. god. gandalf loves and respects him so much. so does beregond. so do all his men, all his citizens. god I'm back where i started but that scene where he arrives at minas tirith and the whole city is chanting his name as he goes through like he's a rockstar and pippin is swept up in the atmosphere and starts screaming his name too even though he hasn't met him yet because he knows this is a man who is incredible just from the way he's received. yeah that lives in my head rent-free

least favorite thing about them: the way he speaks to sam at henneth annun >:( also the way the film depicts him as a meow meow / simp lmao book faramir would eat film faramir for breakfast

favorite line: yeah i love only that which they defend and yeah do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart eowyn etc etc everything my guy says is poetry but.... this passage makes me scream

AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT???? film faramir gets so sad here but book faramir gets angry lmaooooo

brOTP: faramir + pippin + gandalf. also wish we got to learn more about him and boromir. ALSO i think he'd have a lot in common with elrond and i think it'd be really interesting to see how they'd interact when elrond came to minas tirith!!!!!

OTP: faramir and eowyn!!!!!!!!!! the most couple ever!!!!

nOTP: -

random headcanon: kinda touched on this in my answer for eowyn but I think he'd be really interested in documenting rohan's orally told folklore and history. also bet he's the kinda period drama guy who stares wistfully into the distance at inopportune moments and talks about the splendour of numenor or smth and eowyn is like?? babe you have never been there????? also he likes growing herbs and flowers and healing plants and eowyn likes growing fruit and veg

unpopular opinion: it would've been really funny if aragorn died and faramir became the steward and they decided, either because there's no point waiting around for another heir to the throne or because faramir also gives off kingly numenorian vibes, to crown faramir as high king of gondor and arnor... so funny... haha unless......

also yknow those 'memes' about how pathetic faramir is and how much denethor hates him? yeah not a fan @pj fight me in the lidl bakery for what you've inadvertently caused

favorite picture of them:

https://southfarthing.tumblr.com/post/670396306073731072/ lmaooooo also that shot of faramir in two towers in henneth annun looking over that map 😍

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

TITANIC

Jane Hopper (Eleven) x Rachel (my OC :)) Read P1 FIRST! (It’ll make more sense…😉 sorry the link wouldn’t work lmaooooo, I’ll put it below!)

warnings: use of profanity, bisexuality (for those who consider that a warning ig :/)

Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane. She was all I could think about. Her lips on mine. Her fingers on my face. I felt happy. Because of her. But, happiness is temporary. 

The dim light of my bedroom lamp lit only part of the room, as I sat on the mattress, in silence. It had been less than 3 hours since I was at her house. Will had seen us too. Would he tell her boyfriend? They must’ve been friends or something. I didn’t know. I did know that it was gonna be Spring Break, and there were better things I could be doing than thinking about… her.

TIME SKIP ⏭ 

The kiss was far from my mind at this point, I wanted to slip on some roller skates and do something to take my mind off of her. 

Bad idea. I got out some flared jeans and a blue sweater my grandma had gotten me from the mall, slipped on some chunk sandals, and headed out. My brother wouldn’t care if I slipped in his van, right?

 “Rachel!”

What the motherfuck. 

 “J-Jane…” I met her eyes. Will was there, and who… her boyfriend? He was… cute, to say the least. They were perfect for each other. 

 “Mike, this is my friend, Rachel!” her eyes perked up, as he extend his hand to meet mine, I reluctantly took it, leaving Will stunned. 

 “Hi, Mike-“

 “Hey- El told me a lot about you-“

2nd time I’d heard someone call her that today… 

 “El?” I watched as Will shot him a look. “Uh, you know what- Jane, it was nice seeing you again. I’m gonna go-“

 “Wait!” my heart stopped. “Can I talk to you?” She hadn’t risen from her seat, and I definitely didn’t want to talk with her boyfriend around. 

 “I think it’d be best if I just left.” Will’s eyes were glued to Mike’s face, almost like how mine were glued to Jane’s those few measly seconds before I kissed her.

 “You don’t wanna hang out with us?” 

Ha. And she was acting as if nothing happened. 

 “Nah, I gotta get home. Sorry.”

 “Oh, ok… Well bye!” 

 “B-bye Jane.” I tried to smile toward Mike, though it came out as more of a a painful grimace, and then I dodged to the bathroom. 

 “MOTHERFUCK-“ 

 “Oh gosh, not you-“ Angela in all her disgusting blonde hair glory stood at the sink beside me wiping off a… camera lens?

 “Why are you here? Trying to hang out with your girlfriend Jane Hopper?”

 “Angela…”

Oh, one other thing. Angela had known about my deathly crush on Jane since she’d gotten to the school. 

 “Turns out she has a little boyfriend.” 

 “I… I know.” 

 “Oh, you do? So why are you here?” She mocked. 

 “I- I don’t know.” 

Angela scoffed, leaving me to staring myself down in the mirror. The acne on the side of my cheeks would not leave. Did Jane feel it when she touched my face? The tiny dark spots so profound that they looked like freckles. The cuts on my nose I got from my cat. Well, it least my face wasn’t dry. 

 “Jane. Jane. Jane.” I murmured. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since the kiss and I was already regretting it. Mike was so nice… AND he was adorable. Those cheekbones, his freckles, that hair. His smile was adorable, too. No wonder she loved him. No wonder he loved her. I prayed Will hadn’t said anything, I doubted it, but still. I thought about her words: I have a boyfriend. I had no doubt about it, she was happy. He was happy.

My mind had drifted so much so to the point that tears had escaped my eyes, racing down my cheeks. How long had I been in here? 10 minutes? I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay in the bathroom and cry, but it was only a matter of time before some would come inside- 

 “ANGELA!” 

An eruption of voices cascaded down the hall and under the slit of the bathroom door, loud enough for me to hear. 

 “What the-“

I heard a scream, a girl’s scream, and other people’s shouts and yells. I ran over to Will and Mike, both visibly exasperated. 

 “What happened?!” Blood streamed down the middle of Angela’s face, Jane was dead still. 

 “El, what did you do?!” Mike snapped. She turned toward us, tears in her eyes. She looked to me, breath hitched, shaking her head.

 “J-Jane, I-“ 

 “Rachel…”

[tangledinmdzs]

HIII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM IT'S SO GOOD😭😭 literally a blessing from the gods to this fandom 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

If you're doing requests rn can you do something with Jin Ling, Sizhui , Xiao Xingchen, and/or Xue Yang (sorry if that's too many characters, just pick whoever you want to do this for lol) where their s/o has to attend some important cultivation meeting, but the problem is s/o has a bunch of hickeys and marks all over their neck and other visible parts of the body from the night before (doesn't have to be sex, maybe just a kiss that got a little too passionate?) before that can't be covered up and they're kind of panicking about it?

aha hi anon!

i’m so glad that you’ve been liking the pieces! and you’re much too kind! thank you so much!

i can definitely give this a try; hope you all enjoy, as always

cheers to your request~

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Jin Ling

you sigh, put your hair up

put your hair down

put your hair up

and then down again

but the darkish red bites along your neck are as clear as day, no matter what way you do your hair

you’re more than embarrassed, as today was supposed to be your big introduction and announcement to all of the cultivation world as the fiancee to the Jin Lanling sect leader

but said sect leader

may have had too much fun talking with you last night

you let out an annoyed huff, too busy working around the different styles of hair that can cover your open neckline to notice your fiance enter the bedchambers

only when soft hands part your long hair from the back of your head and lay them over your shoulders do you notice that you are no longer alone

“i can’t believe you,” you mumble out to Jin Ling only to continue to pout when he lets out an amused laugh

“well, no better way to announce our marriage, right?” Jin Ling teases and you roll your eyes, turning around to glare at him in return

but Jin Ling is unintimidated, even going so far as to lean in to steal an extra kiss

but you put a hand over his mouth, leaning in as close as you can 

(but never enough)

you place the gentlest, most teasing, kiss on the tip of his nose

and turn away to leave, your hair parted by his hands

Lan Sizhui

the hands that are currently wrapped around you are warm, skin only separated by your inner robes

“how am i supposed to change with you like this, hmm? A-Yuan?” you ask gently,

you feel the smallest press of lips at the nape of your neck, a response that lingers and then moves up to all the ticklish spots that Sizhui had always known well

it’s an enticing predicament that you are in, but your meeting with his fathers, Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriach give you enough of a mind to wiggle of out of his grasp, lest he continue like he did last night with his heated kisses on your body

“hey, naughty boy, don’t add any more,” you tell Sizhui, turning in his hold to stare at him,

when you meet eyes with him, he doesn’t seem too convinced to listen to your words

you pout at him

“i’m already embarrassed enough as it is...meeting your fathers like this” you admit 

and you see the way that his eyes lighten with a softness that only you could cause in them

“you know, you make it really hard not to,” Sizhui admits, and sometimes the words that he uses with you make you breathless

you blink at him, 

“well you’ve got to try, don’t you?” you tell him

and Sizhui feels winded by the wide doe eyes that you always use to stare at him

he takes in a small breath, leans in to press a long reminiscing kiss against your lips 

when he leaves your lips, slowly, longingly,

he feels that that should be enough to sate him

for now

Xiao Xingchen

“Daozhang,” you say, warningly

the man that answers to that only huffs a small laugh, though he still stands immensely close to you as you’re dressing yourself for the discussion conference meeting waiting for you just outside the wooden door

you let out a light disbelieving laugh as your eyes hover the red and pinkish hues at the bottom of your neck

who would have thought that some one as “bright as the moon with the gentleness of a breeze” was capable of well

whatever happened to your entire neck and shoulders

anyways

when you look at yourself in the mirror, you catch Xiao Xingchen’s eyes linger on the neckline of your robes

you let out a little breath at him then, meeting eyes with him in the mirror

you watch him as he reaches a strong arm around your shoulder, moving your robes just a slightest bit higher, covering the pinkish tint of your skin as best as he can 

his gentleness in moments like this, surprise you, considering the way that you both were last night (lmaooooo)

but with the way that his hand smooths your robes, fixes the wrinkles and brushes off the non-existent dust from your shoulders

it brings a small smile to your face, a shy look despite how well you both know each other

from behind you Xingchen returns your smile,

feeling the butterflies for each other all over again

Xue Yang

you turn your neck to the side, staring at the colors littered all across your skin, the different shades and hues

your hands linger slightly, still careful of the gingerness that you feel

if you turn your neck a certain way, you can still feel the sting and heat of the bites against each inch of your skin... 

“pretty?” a deep voice interrupts your thoughts

you startle slightly at the close proximity of Xue Yang’s lips against the shell of your ear

once you regain yourself, you let out a huff as you turn to look at him, an annoyed eyebrow raised at him,

“what will the other cultivators think when i go to the conference later?” you ask, not necessarily to him but more so a thought to yourself,

“that you have a very dedicated lover,” Xue Yang answers anyways and you take in a deep breath and turn to meet eyes with him

catch that annoying, infuriatingly handsome way that he has with his devious smile

“my lover might very well cost me a fine for public indecency,” you tell him bluntly and that gets a very unattractive snort out of Xue Yang in response,

“then don’t be indecent in public, just stay here with me,” Xue Yang persuades, and you’re angry at yourself that it’s kind of working

but you have a conference to attend

a time and place to be

a name to clear

when you share a look at him, you lean in for one final kiss, one that is long and leaves your breathless

but gives you all the strength that you need to depart

[takahero]

some descriptions of Basta in Inkheart if you’re interested!! spoiler warning just to be on the safe side, in case u haven’t read it. and my unsolicited commentary here and there

“‘Naturally I recognised them at once. Capricorn had sent his best men. Even Basta was with them.’” — pg.99

“Rasping cat’s-tongue voice” pg.125

“(Basta’s face) was thin, sharply angular, with close-set eyes…Basta was not a tall man, and his shoulders were almost as narrow as a boy’s, but Meggie held her breath when he took a step towards her…He had an aura of fury about him, or something keen and biting—” pg.126

“Only Basta wore a snow-white shirt, just as Dustfinger had said, with a red flower in the buttonhole of his jacket, a red flower like a warning.” pg.131

“He caught her eye, and with a twisted smile kissed the blade of his knife.” — pg.173 (I JUST HAD TO ADD THIS)

“‘Oh, Basta can’t write,’ replied Capricorn calmly. ‘None of my men can either read or write. I’ve forbidden them to learn.’” — pg.176 (literacy rights for Basta 2k21)

“She could see the trepidation even on Basta’s face, although he was doing his best to hide it by assuming a particularly bored expression.” — pg.185

“‘Abduction!’ Basta savoured the word. ‘Sounds good to me. Really good.’” — pg.192 (ok but if u read it a certain way. unofficial evidence that basta would enjoy reading if he could LMAO)

“‘Where’s our luggage?’ she asked.

“Dustfinger looked at her with amusement. ‘I expect Basta’s divided it out among Capricorn’s maids. He likes to ingratiate himself with them.’” — pg.213 LMAOOOOOOO OH MY GOD

“Basta was still standing in the road. His face was sharply outlined when he lit a cigarette with a lighter.” — pg.215

“And he bent down to cut through the leather thong that Basta wore around his neck. It had a little bag tied with a red drawstring hanging from it.” — pg. 231

“‘Ah, Basta!’ Fenoglio smiled. Each of his separate wrinkles expressed self-satisfaction. ‘One of the best villains I ever thought up. A rabid dog, but not half as bad as my other dark hero, Capricorn. Basta would let his heart be torn out for Capricorn, but his master is a stranger to such loyalty.’” — pg.264

“‘You know, if you were to ask me which of those two I was prouder of, Basta or Capricorn, I couldn’t tell you! Even though some critics said they were just too nasty!’” — pg.265

“Basta emphasised the word, putting his foxy face so close to Meggie’s she could see herself reflected in his eyes.” — pg.301

“‘You’ll do no such thing!’ he spat at Flatnose, as the grey cat disappeared under the wardrobe. ‘Killing cats is unlucky. How often do I have to tell you?’” — pg.303 (friendly reminder that the last time he appeared, he kicked a dog in the ribs 😐)

“Basta was walking just behind her, and she heard him quietly cursing the rain.” — pg.304 (irrelevant but i kind of hc basta to like the rain, since it would dampen dustfinger’s showbiz LMAO)

“Basta’s eyes always narrowed when he smiled.” — pg.305

“‘You wear long sleeves,’ Fenoglio continued very slowly, as if giving Basta time to take in every single word, ‘because your master likes playing with fire. You burned both arms right up to the shoulders when you obeyed his orders and set fire to the house of a man who had dared to refuse his daughter to Capricorn. Ever since then, someone else has laid the fire, and you confine yourself to playing games with knives.’” — pg.308

“‘Oh, I know all about you, Basta,’ he said. ‘I know you’d give your life for Capricorn any day, and you’re always hungry for his praise. I know you were younger than Meggie when his men picked you up, and ever since you’ve loved him like a father. But shall I tell you something? Capricorn thinks you’re stupid, and despises you for it. He despises you all, his devoted black-clad sons, although it’s his own doing that you’re still so ignorant. And he wouldn’t hesitate to set the police on to any one of you if it was to his advantage. Are you quite clear about that?’” — pg.308 (FENOGLIO…..RUTHLESS)

“Basta winked at Meggie.” — pg.310 (wink 1)

“Every cruel deed with which he had ever credited Basta was probably going through his head. Basta relished the fear on his face for a few delicious minutes.” — pg.312

“Basta’s car had not been in the car park at all since they’d come here. It was unusual for it to be gone so long, because Basta didn’t like to be away from the village for any length of time.” — pg.318 basta is a homebody guys

“‘Save your tongue for later, scribbler!” Basta interrupted. ‘I don’t like whispering.’” — pg.324

“Almost all the women in the village kept away from Basta, but he didn’t keep away from them.” — pg.337

“‘Take him, for instance,’ he said, pointing to Basta. ‘I always knew he was a very unhappy boy before you picked him up. As it says in another very fine book, it’s terribly easy to persuade children that they are worthless. Basta was convinced of it. Not that you taught him any better, oh no! Why would you? But suddenly here was someone to whom he could devote himself, someone who told him what to do — he’d found a god, Capricorn, and if you treated him badly, well, who says that all gods are kindly? Most of them are stern and cruel, wouldn’t you agree? I didn’t write all this in the book. I knew it, that was enough.’” — pg.345 (this is really the part that made my stance toward basta change. like PHEW. that’s a lot to unpack)

“Basta was notorious for his silent tread.” — pg.363

“Basta’s breath smelled of mint, fresh and sharp. Apparently a girl he’d once wanted to kiss had told him he had bad breath. The girl had regretted it, but ever since then Basta chewed peppermint leaves from morning to night.” — pg.364

“He whistled softly through his teeth, then held the book close to Meggie’s face.”— pg.374 (i was rendered speechless)

“Basta’s lips quivered with annoyance, but he bit back his reply and, without a word, put his hand under the black cloth.” — pg.377 (ugh I loved this. like we know he worships capricorn like a dog, but earlier fenoglio flat out told him capricorn couldn’t care less about what happened to him. more than that, capricorn asked basta to bring meggie and fenoglio — prisoners — into his home. later dustfinger says that basta would’ve slept on the threshold of capricorn’s room if he could but none of the men sleep there. so with all of this fresh in his mind, you can imagine him feeling quite hurt and betrayed. UGH I wish he had a greater arc surrounding capricorn…like even if we saw a few hints that his loyalty was starting to show cracks…idk what his arc is in inkspell so maybe I’ll sit tight for that)

“He was in a hurry to get back to the light of day, away from the dead and their ghosts. His hand shook as he hung his lantern on a book and opened the grating over the first cell.” — pg.409

“Dustfinger was always surprised to find how easily you could scare the man with a few words.” — pg.409 LMAOOOOO

“‘That notion of burning us isn’t a very new idea, Basta, but then you were never fond of new ideas.’” — pg.422

“His teeth were almost as white as his shirt.” — pg.442

“Meggie saw from his face that everything in him felt revulsion, but he came closer and took the creature. He held the scaly body well away from him as it wound and twisted in the air.

“‘As you see, Basta doesn’t care for my snakes!’ said the Magpie, with a smile. ‘He never did, not that that means much. As far as I know Basta doesn’t like anything but his knife. He also believed that snakes bring bad luck, which of course is pure nonsense.’ Mortola handed Basta the second snake. Meggie saw the viper’s tiny poison fangs when it opened its mouth. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for Basta.” — pg.446

“‘Basta likes to use snakes to scare women who reject his advances. It didn’t work with Resa. How did it go exactly — didn’t she finally put the snake outside your door, Basta?’” — pg.446 (10/10 resa & snake well-deserved)

“Basta did not want neighbours. Indeed, he wanted no other company but Capricorn’s. Dustfinger knew Basta would have slept on the threshold of Capricorn’s room if he had been allowed to, but none of the men lived in the main house.” — pg.478

“Basta was probably the only man in Capricorn’s village who locked his front door.” — pg.480

“They said in the village that whenever Capricorn had a house set on fire Basta took away a brick or stone, even though he feared fire at other times, and clearly that story was true.” — pg.480

“(Everything in Basta’s house was scrubbed clean, as spotless as his snow-white shirt.)” — pg.481

“Once or twice, footsteps approached, but each time they passed by the house. What a good thing Basta had no friends.” — pg.482

“Basta was not in a good way. Whenever they looked at him they saw his hands clinging to the bars, knuckles white under his sun-tanned skin.” — pg.503 (BASTA’S SUNTANNED?!?!)

“Basta in particular was the object of enough scorn and derision for ten men, and from his failure to react at all one could only guess at the depths of his despair.” — pg.503

“For the fraction of a second life came back into Basta as his former lord and master stopped by the bars; he raised his head, his eyes pleading silently, like a dog begging for forgiveness…Basta only bowed his head and stared at the floor. Elinor thought he looked like an oyster with the flesh and life sucked out of it.” — pg.504 (i honestly still can’t wrap my head around his behaviour in this chap. i mean yes, the gladiator-style death sentence looming over his head can’t be understated. but i think for me it was how rapidly his spirits deteriorated from screaming for help in the cell to becoming a husk of a man before he even saw capricorn again? how?? was it all because of dustfinger spooking him so bad in the crypt?? 🤔🤔)

[haikwritings]

It was me! Haha. My request was: Jealous Boyfies with Ushijima, Oikawa, Terushima, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kenma and Kuroo. ❤️

Note: Thank you so much for requesting it again! I deleted it by accident. 🥺

Jealous Boyfriends

Ushijima

“I think someone is flirting with your girlfriend.” Tendō said.

Ushijima looked towards the benches and saw Oikawa sitting next to Y/n.

“He is definitely flirting with her.” Tendō said again.

Ushijima nodded and started walking towards her, slowly hearing the conversation as he got closer.

“You can give me your number, little cutie.” Oikawa said flirtatiously.

“I-I’m not interested.” Y/n stutter.

“You know, I’m kinda famous.” Oikawa said flirtatiously again.

Y/n was surprised by the sudden comment.

“O-Ok?” Y/n responded nervously.

Oikawa got closer and smirked.

“You are cute when you blush.” Oikawa smirked.

“Oikawa.” Ushijima said bluntly.

Oikawa looked at him and rolled his eyes.

‘This dude again?’ Oikawa thought.

“What do you want Ushiwaka?” Oikawa asked annoyed.

“I—” Ushijima was going to answer but was interrupted by Oikawa.

“You need to stop following me around.” Oikawa said annoyed.

‘I’m following him around?’ Ushijima thought.

“Don’t worry about him, little cutie. He’s like obsessed with with me or something.” Oikawa said confidently.

“W-What?” Y/n asked confused.

“What do you want Ushiwaka? Don’t you see I’m talking to a cutie over here.” Oikawa said as he winked.

‘What the—’ Y/n thought.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend.” Ushijima said coldly.

“W-What?” Oikawa said as he looked towards Y/n.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend.” Ushijima repeated more coldly.

‘This dude has a girlfriend?’ Oikawa thought.

“This cutie is your girlfriend?” Oikawa asked.

He couldn’t believe that Ushijima had a beautiful girlfriend.

He just couldn’t believe it.

How did he managed to have a girlfriend with that cold attitude?

“Yes. Now, stop flirting with her.” Ushijima said bluntly.

Oikawa stood up and left embarrassed.

‘What the fuck’ Oikawa thought

“Are you okay Y/n?” Ushijima asked.

“Y-Yeah. Sorry.” Y/n answered softly.

“Don’t be.” Ushijima said.

He immediately hugged her.

“W-Were you jealous?” Y/n asked softly.

“Yes.” Ushijima responded.

Oikawa

“Hey.” Ushijima said.

Y/n looked at him and smiled.

“H-Hey?” Y/n asked.

“You’re very attractive.” Ushijima said bluntly.

“O-Oh thanks.” Y/n said nervously.

“Why is a young and attractive woman doing here alone?” Ushijima asked bluntly.

“I’m waiting for my—” Y/n was saying but was interrupted by Tendō’s yelling.

“Just ask her number!” Tendō yelled.

‘What the heck’ Y/n thought.

“Can I have your phone number?” Ushijima asked bluntly.

Tendō clapped and shouted, giving Ushijima thumbs up.

‘Oikawa please come back’ Y/n pleaded on her thoughts.

“I- I’m sorry—” Y/n was about to say but was interrupted by her boyfriend.

“She has a boyfriend.” Oikawa said angrily.

Ushijima looked at him in disbelief.

“You heard me, she has a boyfriend.” Oikawa said more angrily.

“I apologize.” Ushijima said and left.

Oikawa grunted in response.

He was annoyed.

“Thank you, baby.” Y/n said softly.

“Don’t need to apologize babe.” Oikawa said as he kissed her cheek.

Terushima

“Hi, excuse me.” Y/n said to the two boys.

Tanaka and Nishinoya looked at each other and smirked.

“I’m kinda lost. Could you tell me where’s the match?” Y/n asked softly.

“How about I tell you the direction to my heart, sweetheart?” Tanaka said as he winked.

“I- What.” Y/n asked confused.

‘Are this guys flirting with me?’ Y/n thought.

“That was lame.” Nishinoya said sarcastically.

Tanaka grunted in annoyance.

“Can you do better?” Tanaka asked sarcastically.

“Of course I can, idiot.” Nishinoya answered.

Both of them forgetting about the lost girl in front of them.

“I wish I was your mirror, so that I could look at you every morning.” Nishinoya said confidently.

‘What the fuck’ Y/n thought to herself.

“Dude, what are you in? Fifth grade?” Tanaka asked sarcastically while laughing.

“I did better than you, idiot!” Nishinoya yelled annoyed.

“I have one that’s a lot better.” Tanaka said.

“Oh yeah? Let me hear it.” Nishinoya asked.

“God created the world in six days, rested on the seventh, but it took him thousands of years to produce someone as perfect as you.” Tanaka said almost reciting.

“Dude. That was beautiful.” Nishinoya said almost crying.

“Why are you fuckers flirting with my girlfriend?” Terushima asked angrily.

‘G-Girlfriend?’ Both of them thought.

“G- Girlfriend?” Tanaka asked nervously.

“Yes, my girlfriend.” Terushima said more angrily.

“W- We are s—” Nishinoya was going to say but was interrupted by Terushima’s anger.

“Safe it, shrimp.” Terushima said angrily as he took his girlfriend hand and left.

“That was embarrassing.” Tanaka murmured to himself.

“Are you okay baby?” Terushima asked softly.

“I’m okay baby.” Y/n answered softly.

“Sorry I got jealous and protective.” Terushima whispered softly.

Y/n smiled and giggled.

“Is okay baby.” Y/n said softly.

Tsukishima

Y/n walked towards the practice camp looking for her dear boyfriend.

“Are you lost little cutie?” Kuroo asked flirtatiously.

“Yeah she seems a little lost.” Yamamoto answered smirking.

“I’m looking for T—” Y/n was answering but was interrupted by Kuroo.

“Do you have 11 protons? Because you are sodium fine.” Kuroo said flirtatiously.

We all know Kuroo is a science guy lmaooooo

‘What the’ Y/n thought.

“That was lame, let me show you how is done.” Yamamoto said.

“Go ahead, Mr. I don’t have a girlfriend.” Kuroo said sarcastically.

“I guess your parents are bakers, because they made you such a cutie pie!” Yamamoto said as he winked.

Making Kuroo laugh like a hyena.

“That was so lame!” Kuroo said.

“Mm—” Y/n hummed shyly.

“Leave this to the pro’s.” Kuroo said confidently.

“Whatever.” Yamamoto said as he pouted in annoyance.

“I know hundreds of Pi digits, but what I really want to know is the 7 digits of your phone number.” Kuroo said flirtatiously.

“What the fuck are you both doing?” Tsukishima asked angrily.

Kuroo and Yamamoto sighed.

“Relax salt shaker, don’t you see there’s a little cutie here?” Kuroo asked as he winked at Y/n.

“Yeah, have some respect four eyes.” Yamamoto said.

“I would appreciate if you both stop flirting with my girlfriend.” Tsukishima said annoyed.

Both of them looked at Tsukishima perplexed.

‘Oh fuck’ Both of them thought.

“Come on, baby.” Tsukishima said as he grabbed her hand.

“Fuck.” Kuroo murmured embarrassed.

“Are you okay baby?” Y/n asked worried.

“Yes.” Tsukishima answers bluntly.

“A-Are you jealous?” Y/n asked curiously.

“Of course not.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

‘Well hell yeah I am’ Tsukishima thought.

“Oh.” Y/n said softly.

Tsukishima grabbed her cheek and kiss it.

“Stay here.” Tsukishima sat her next to his water bottle.

“Okay baby.” Y/n answered softly.

Akaashi

“Hey.” Yamamoto said.

“H-Hey.” Y/n said softly.

“What team are you rooting for?” Yamamoto asked.

“Fukurōdani.” Y/n answered smiling.

Yamamoto sighed painfully.

“What a shame.” Yamamoto said.

“Oh, um, why?” Y/n asked confused.

“You would look better rooting for my team.” Yamamoto said flirtatiously.

Yamamoto was giving his all that he didn’t notice her boyfriend staring angrily at him.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bokuto said to Akaashi.

He notice how Akaashi didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto asked.

Akaashi took his finger and pointed at the scene.

“Oh.” Bokuto said.

Akaashi was angry.

‘Why is he flirting with my baby :(?’ Akaashi thought.

“He’s always like that.” Bokuto said.

Akaashi kept looking at the scene, waiting.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Yamamoto asked.

Y/n sighed in relieved.

“I- I do.” Y/n asked.

Yamamoto chucked flirtatiously.

“Would you like having two boyfriends?” Yamamoto smirked.

‘What?’ Y/n thought.

Suddenly, a ball was spiked into Yamamoto’s head.

“Ow.” Yamamoto said painfully.

He looked back and saw Akaashi walking towards him.

“What the hell man?” Yamamoto asked confused.

“Next time, the spike will be harder and that’s a promise.” Akaashi said angrily.

“What?” Yamamoto asked confused.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend.” Akaashi said angrily.

‘Oh. That’s his girlfriend.’ Yamamoto thought.

“Come here, baby.” Akaashi said as he took her hand.

“Sorry?” Yamamoto asked embarrassed.

Akaashi grunted in response and walked away with his girlfriend.

“Sorry for that jackass.” Akaashi said.

“Is okay baby.” Y/n said softly.

Akaashi grabbed her hand tightly.

“I love you.” Akaashi whispered.

Y/n smiled and blushed.

“Love you too, baby.” Y/n said softly.

Bokuto

“Hello cutie.” Atsumu said.

“H-Hi?” Y/n asked confused.

“I’m just planning my future and I wanted to ask you: Are you free for the rest of your life?” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

‘Smooth but no’ Y/n thought.

“I’m s—” Y/n was going to say but was interrupted by Atsumu.

“Question.” Atsumu said.

“Um, what?” Y/n asked confused.

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it back.” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

Y/n giggled.

“Sorry, but I’m not interested.” Y/n said sweetly.

“Oh really?” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

“Yes, she is not interested. Stop flirting with her.” Bokuto said angrily.

Atsumu looked behind him and saw Bokuto.

“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra friendly to someone who is extra attractive.” Atsumu looked at him and winked at Y/n.

Bokuto wanted to scream Istg

“She’s my girlfriend.” Bokuto said coldly.

Atsumu looked at him and smiled embarrassed.

“Oh, sorry....” Atsumu said embarrassed.

“Just get the fuck out.” Bokuto said angrily.

Atsumu didn’t even looked at either of them and left.

“What is wrong with him?” Bokuto asked angrily.

“Is okay baby.” Y/n said.

“Sorry I got jealous.” Bokuto said softly.

Y/n just nodded and smiled.

“Is ok, Bo.” Y/n smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

Kenma

Kenma was playing video games next to Y/n.

But that doesn’t mean he was distracted or not paying attention to his surroundings.

‘Why is Akinori looking at Y/n?’ Kenma thought.

Akinori was looking at his girlfriend while talking with Haruki.

“She is kinda hot.” Akinori murmured.

Y/n was too distracted reading to notice.

“I’m going to ask her number.” Akinori said confidently.

“Yeah, but who’s that next to her?” Haruki asked.

“Pfft. That’s Kenma, he is probably her friend or something.” Akinori said without worrying.

‘F-Friend?!’ Kenma thought.

“What if he’s her boyfriend?” Haruki asked worried.

“Kenma with that cutie? No way.” Akinori said sarcastically.

‘Well that cutie is my girlfriend.’ Kenma thought.

“Just watch and learn.” Akinori said and smirked.

He started walking towards them with confidence.

‘No way’ Kenma thought angrily.

“Hey c—” Akinori was going to say but was interrupted by an angry Kenma.

“She has a boyfriend.” Kenma said angrily while playing his video game.

‘W-What?’ Akinori thought.

Y/n looked at Akinori confused.

“Sorry, are you looking for something?” Y/n asked confused.

Akinori chuckled embarrassed.

“S-Sorry, I got a confused.” Akinori said while leaving.

“What was that all about?” Y/n asked worried.

Kenma looked at her and grunted.

“He was going to flirt with you.” Kenma said angrily.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.” Y/n said.

Kenma sighed and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Just continue reading...” Kenma said softly.

Kuroo

“How do you manage to look so stunning every day? When I look at you, I become speechless.” Lev said.

“Oh, thanks?” Y/n said confused while filling the bottle waters for the team.

“Can’t wait until tomorrow, because you get more and more beautiful every day.” Lev said as he winked.

‘Is Lev flirting with me?’ Y/n thought.

“You’re the symbol of beauty.” Lev said.

He was looking at Y/n as if she was a Greek goddess.

Lev was to distracted with the beauty of her that he didn’t notice the angry look of his captain, Y/n’s boyfriend.

“Are you flirting with my girlfeiend, Lev?” Kuroo asked angrily.

Lev immediately got nervous.

“N-No?” Lev said nervously.

“15 laps, right now.” Kuroo said angrily.

“What?!” Lev said surprised.

“Now.” Kuroo said angrily.

Lev immediately left to do this laps very embarrassed.

“Well you look at that? Who does he think he is?” Kuroo asked in disbelief.

“Is okay, baby.” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek.

“Love you baby.” Kuroo whispered.

“Love you too babe.” Y/n said softly.

[harryskalechips]

Jealous possessive Harry !!

Lmaooooo sorry, I’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block! Anyway, here it is!!! I hope you enjoy this little blurb!

warning: A bit of smut looool and him being a soft baby towards the end

word count: 1.8k

Fact after another fact were the only things he could hear yet he ignored them. He stood beside an old lady who was speaking to him about her love for History -and although Harry smiled and nodded along, his eyes kept glancing at his girl from across the room. Truth be told, he didn’t care about history. The only reason why the boring conversation started in the first place was because of his fiancée! Today was the 8th year reunion for Y/N’s graduating class for her high school. Being a good fiancé that he is - Harry decided to join her and be her date.  What he didn’t expect, however,  was for her to bump into her favourite teacher and then leave him with her! 

He just wasn’t expecting himself to be so bored at this event. At first, he thought it was going exceptionally well. As soon as they came inside to join the party, He immediately wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist. While she spoke to her past friends. He was enjoying himself since he was able to watch her talk to them. He even felt a little bit too proud to see her so successful just like him.  What he especially enjoyed, however, was when she started speaking about their relationship. He was proud to call her his girl - and he’ll forever be grateful that for some odd chance the universe led her to him. Of course, he can continue on being a little sap that he is... but just like any other man, Harry had feelings that made him a bit too envious. For example, Y/N excused herself minutes ago to get some dessert but now he’s noticing her laughing with some guy, barely trying to excuse herself from their conversation. Harry didn’t like the feeling that the unknown man was giving. Especially, since he could tell the guy was checking his girl out.

“I’m sorry, I hate to interrupt our lovely chat but I think my fiancée needs me over there. ” Harry interrupts Y/N’s past history teacher as he eyes Y/N one more time. 

“Oh, of course, You should go tend to her.” The old lady smiles as she catches sight of the girl. “ It was nice meeting you, Harry. Hopefully, I’ll see you and Y/N at the next reunion.” Harry nods politely before crossing the room to join his girl and this prick.

 “Babe!” Y/N smiles as she sees Harry walking towards them. “This is Sam, my ex-boyfriend.” She smiles and gestures to the man beside her. 

“Nice to meet you.” Sam gives out his hand out for a handshake but all Harry does is coldly stare at it. Instead, his first instinct was to claim Y/N, so he immediately wraps his arm around her like before.

“Harry.” His raspy voice speaks up as he glares at Y/N’s ex. Y/N could feel his hold on her tighten but she didn’t think much of it. 

“We were just talking about the old days. Sam and I dated for most of our high school years so we have a lot of memories here.” She says nonchalantly as she lays her head on Harry’s chest. “So Sam, did you bring a girl with you here today?”

“Actually no.” Sam shoves his hands in his pockets as he looks at Y/N then at Harry. “I dated a few girls but I think my most serious relationship was with you.” Thanks, Sam, now the mood of this room has just gotten a bit tenser. Harry could tell he was picking out his words to make Y/N blush.  

“Me? No way Sam.” She smiles. “You’re such a good guy. I’m sure there is someone out there for you!” Y/N compliments him as she flashes her big shiny engagement ring to him. “I know I found mine.” She looks up at Harry and kisses his cheek. 

“I honestly don’t think I can find another girl like you.” Sam tries to speak in a nonchalant tone so Harry doesn’t get pissed at him. Too bad he already is. 

“Yeah, she’s one of a kind,” Harry coldly replies for Y/N. “Too bad you cheated on her though.” 

“Harry.” Y/N pulls aways from him with wide eyes. “That was years ago, I’m over it.” 

“He’s right though.” Sam interrupts. “I was too immature back when we were dating but if I had you now, I’d make you the happiest girl in the world.” 

“Alright mate, I gave you enough time to talk to my girl. I think it’s time you hop off your high horse.” Y/N stood there speechless as she just heard what Harry said.

“I’m sure I can buy her a prettier diamond than that little pebble you call an engagement ring.” Sam scoffs as he takes a drink of glass. Harry steps up in a threatening manner towards him but Y/N reaches her arm out to stop him.

“Not here, please.” She whispers to him before she looks at Sam. “And for you Sam, just because I was being nice to you today, it doesn’t mean I want you back or anything. Buy me a bigger ring all you want but you’ll always have a tiny dick. And as for this ring, it costs more than that little Rolex of a watch you’re trying to flex. Let’s go.”

 Y/N confidently holds Harry’s hand in her’s as they walk out of the library and into the building’s hallways. Before they greeted everyone at the party, Y/N brought him to her old locker and showed him pictures of her back in high school. So, today meant a lot to her. He felt a bit upset that he ruined their mood but he doesn’t regret it whatsoever since he wasn’t the one who started it.

 “Hey, wait,” Harry mumbles quietly as he pulls Y/N into an old classroom that happened to be unlocked. He shuts the door and rubs his chin with his hand as he stares at her. 

“I don’t think we should be in here.”  Y/N looks around the unfamiliar room. She never had a class in this hallway but it seemed to be a math class for juniors. Harry obviously ignores her as he continues to speak.

“He wanted you.” That tone of voice wasn’t something Y/N heard in a long time. He was speaking in a monotone way that it almost came off as if he was disappointed at her. Funny enough, for the past three years, she hasn’t witnessed this side of him as much as she thought she had. He always showed his sweet childish personality, which made her practically fall in love with him. 

“It doesn’t matter. He has always been a jerk and what he said today pissed me off.” Harry walks forward making Y/N take a few steps back. He traps her, however, as she can’t walk back anymore due to a student’s desk.

 “I don’t give a fuck about what he said.” Harry rests his hands on either side of her, making him lean down a bit. “You look so sexy right now in this little red dress you’re wearing. I was already noticing how he was practically undressing you with his eyes.”

“Harry.” Y/N whispers as she stares right at him. 

“Mmm, what is it, baby?” Harry smirks as he continues to watch her. He can already tell that she was wet -with those eyes she’s giving him? Very obvious.

“We should head back to the party or um ma-maybe uh go home?” She stutters.

“Give me a moment.” Harry immediately picks her up and sits her on the desk. “Don’t move.” He walks back to the door and locks it. “So weird these classrooms have locks huh?” Harry makes a weird face and laughs a bit as walks back to Y/N.

“Lockdowns.” She laughs a bit too as she plays with the ring on her finger. 

“Are you okay?” Harry’s hands rub her thighs in comfort. He takes her chin in his hand so she can look at him. 

 “Are you mad?” Y/N asks as she looks at him. Harry pulls away but keeps his hands on thighs. Some weird obsession he has with her legs. 

“Not at you.” He looks at her and gives her a little smile. “A bit jealous that stupid prick got to pop your cherry.” He mumbles as he looks back down again. He watches his fingers tease her dress a bit higher.

“Harry, did you just say pop my cherry?” Y/N laughs as she keeps her hands on his shoulders. “So you’re jealous? Never thought you were.” Her hands rub his neck in a slow teasing way.

“What the type to get jealous?” Harry smirks at her and steps a bit closer. “All the time baby, all the time. This one just hits different y’ know? You dated this guy for a while and did stuff with him. Not an issue but…. He broke your heart once and you’re mine. I don’t want anyone to make you feel like that ever again.”

“I love you.” Y/N purses her lips as she stares into his eyes. Who knew her soft little lover gets a bit possessive too. “If it makes you feel better, I get jealous all the time.”

“Yeah?” Harry laughs as his fingers reach to her wet core. “My girl gets jealous? About who? Tell me.”

“I don’t want to.” Y/N smiles as her hands slip to his waist. 

“Why not?” Harry asks as his eyes lock themselves on her centre that’s practically begging to be touched. He licks his lips as he helps her raise her dress a bit.

“Because it’s everyone.” She replies shyly. Harry kisses her immediately making her moan.

“You’re mine baby, you will always be.” Y/N quickly reaches down to unbuckle his belt as Harry watches her. “Fuck look at you so eager.”

“We can’t stay here too long but I want you so bad.” Y/N helps him push his dress pants down.

 “Fuck.” Harry looks around the classroom. “We have so many options, where should I fuck you?”

“I don’t really care.” She looks around the room as she quickly pushes her dress a bit higher. “

Teacher’s desk?” Harry playfully asks as her eyes widen. 

“That’s so disrespectful!”

“They will never know!” Harry laughs as he takes himself in his hand. As he teasingly pumps himself he looks at his girl. “I’ll fuck you on this desk right now and we’ll disinfect it when we’re finished, how about that?”

“Fuck. I don’t know wherever! Just stop talking and take me already.” Y/N moans as she pulls him closer so he can just fuck her already. 

“That’s my girl. Lord, You look so good right now.” Harry smirks as he pulls her hair. “Alright.” He licks his lips and continues. “Time to fuck you so hard that by the time we go back to that little party, Sam will know how good I’m fucking you.” 

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ old habits die hard ✦

this chapter pairing; vampire!jun x reader

genre&warnings; vampire!jun, softdom!jun, blindfolds, spanking, fingering, marking, soft aftercare bc vampire jun is kind and caring!!!!

notes; vampire!jun strikes me as someone who’d be playful yet super caring and makes sure you’re comfortable before anything else 😩😩...also i’ve noticed that i’ve unintentionally made each chapter, like, alternate time periods so far kfhksdh that was not part of the plan and it’s not gonna follow that pattern but omg kfjhdkjfh😭😭 i’ve written almost half of monster mash and didn’t even notice til now lmaooooo 🤣 as always, thank you for all of the love and interest! see you all tomorrow~! 💕👻 🎃 

word count; ~3000

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

ooh, and the sugar turned bitter

ooh, and the summer turned to winter

but i still want your love;

ooh, they can tell me i’m a sinner

ooh, but they can’t call me a quitter

i won’t give you up;

old habits die hard!

You find yourself trapezing through the dense forest; racing the sun that disappears behind the horizon.

Jun just had to pick such a difficult place to find.

Not that you could blame him.

Most of the townspeople shunned you too; once they found out you were hanging around Jun and his kind. ‘It’s shameful’, they said, ‘He’s just using you.’

Their nosy stares and whispered rumours were growing to be too much, even for you.

Jun would never treat you that way. You were sure of it.

A twig snaps somewhere close to you and you realize the sun’s going down much quicker than you anticipate; hurrying through the tangled vines and dense bushes. In truth, you weren’t necessarily sure if you were heading the right way at all and you’d already restarted your route after three other failed attempts.

The panic floods your body when the twig snapping get closer and you realize you hadn’t brought anything to defend yourself with.

“Is--Is someone there?” You ask, voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

You’re met with silence, almost eerily so, as the forest seems to go absolutely quiet. “Hello?”

A chill runs up your spine as you’re suddenly reminded that the forest was home to more than just vampires, but other magical creatures who called the forest their home. And here you were, a measly human with no weapons or means of protecting yourself.

Maybe this hadn’t been the brightest of ideas now that the sun was almost completely down.

“Boo.”

You let out an ear piercing scream as you already start to bolt; not caring where your feet took you. “Hey! Damn it, don’t run!” Jun grabs your arm before you can get any further, tugging you towards himself as he sighs. “It’s just me!”

“Why on earth are you scaring me!? In a forest no less!?” The blood rushes to your face which makes Jun laugh, eyes rolling when he licks his lips. Of course.

“No reason. You know, I was watching you since the second time you restarted your route.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

The male shrugs, “Wanted to see how determined you were to find me.”

Jun walks with you, hand in hand, through the large overhanging trees. “We’re almost there. And by the way, why were you even out here looking for me? It’s late and you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Your lips press into a tight lipped smile, eyes focused on the small clearing that was up ahead. “I…” You hesitate; you didn’t know what you were doing either, you just knew you had to see Jun.

“Let me take a wild guess, the townspeople were staring again, weren’t they? Whispering about how ‘mingling with the creatures is unbecoming of you.’ right?” You exhale softly, wrapping your arms around Jun’s as you lean into him. “Something like that, yes.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he guides you through the forest and into the clearing; an old brick mansion coming into view as you step further out.

“Wow… Is this where you’ve been… hiding out?”

Jun chuckles, peering down at you. “Something like that. It’s not much and it hasn’t been kept up for human... inhabitants. There’s enough space for a garden though, perhaps to grow some vegetables?” He clears his throat, hoping you catch what he’s trying to say. “But I think with time and a little effort, we can… figure out how to fix it up for, well, us.”

You grip tightens up on his arm, head tilting up to meet his stare. “Jun… are you sure?”

His dark red pools are soft and gentle, even in the moonlight.

“I mean, you risked your safety to come find me about four times. And if I’m being honest, I quite missed you too. It’s lonely out here and a little too dilapidated for my liking.”

When Jun gets you into the mansion, it’s a quick and fleeting tour around the deteriorating grounds before he turns to you, eyes twinkling as he tugs you up the stairs.

“It’s the only room that’s… intact. I’ve been using it as my personal bedroom.”

He opens the door and pulls you in, letting it slam shut behind you as he tugs you into his chest. “There’s a bed and… well, that’s all we really need, right, sweetheart?”

The two of you share a laugh just as Jun tilts your head up towards him. He leans in close, lips ghosting across your own and you feel your eyes flutter shut as you wait for Jun to kiss you.

It never comes.

Jun’s laugh is breathy and warm against your face and you shyly open your eyes to find his own crimson ones looking at you teasingly.

“But you know, sweetheart, I do have to punish you.”

“W--what? Why, but I didn’t--” Confusion crosses your features as he pulls away; blood going cold when he steps closer to the bed. He takes a seat on the edge, hands neatly folded in his lap.

“Oh, I know, your pretty little head is so confused, huh? But do you remember what I told you before? At the lake, after we’d met for the third time. It was the only rule I ever gave you.”

‘Do not ever trespass into the forest without my permission or my knowledge.’

Oh.

“But--but---”

“Ah, ah, no buts. Now come over here, baby. Over my lap.” The blood rushes to your face again as you curl your fingers into your dress, nodding shakily as you step closer to Jun. You quietly slip your shoes off as he scoots further onto the bed. Nervously, you situate yourself over his lap; ass in the air as you brace yourself on your hands and knees.

“Just a few, okay? I promise I won’t be too harsh on you, sweetheart.”

“O-okay…”

He lifts your dress, letting it bunch up around your waist. His cold hands ghost across your exposed skin as you tremble; already biting your lip at the moan that threatens to spill from you.

Jun can already sense the way you already seem to get aroused just by being propped over him. “Hmm, what is that pretty head of yours thinking, huh? I can smell you getting wet already.” You groan in response, balling your hands into the sheets underneath you.

“Nothing, just… anxious.” He hums in response, bringing his hand down onto you ass as you yelp.

“Guess I should keep you on your toes then, shouldn’t I?”

He soothes the skin; wide palm massaging the red mark blooming onto you. The slight sting bleeds into pleasure as you whine quietly, hoping that Jun doesn’t notice the blood that rushes to your cheeks and the arousal that pools in your lower half.

It’s quiet for beat before Jun brings his hand down onto your skin again, this time a little harder as you mewl his name.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t much of a punishment if you like it, you know.” Jun quips.

“I--s-sorry…”

He brings his hand down onto your ass one last time; eyebrow quirked when you start to rub your thighs together. 

“We’ll just have to try something else, okay?”

You’re thankful that Jun knows you like the back of his hand when he doesn’t tie your arms to the bedposts.

He’d tried it once before; deciding it wasn’t for you or for him when he saw the fabric burns on your wrists from how hard you’d been tugging on your restraints.

But you do whimper when he ties the silk around your head, effectively cutting off your vision before he positions himself between your legs.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Mm… Mmhmm…”

He eyes the wet patch of fabric on your panties, fingertips already pressing into it, a second later. “O-oh!” Your thighs threaten to clamp shut; instead tightening around his waist as he teases you through the fabric.

“It must feel even better now that you can’t see, huh?” Jun pinches your clit through your panties and you can’t help the choked sob that falls from your lips. “J--Jun…”

“Mm, I know, sweetheart.”

He takes pity, placing both of his hands on your panties before he tears the material right off of your body. “I need to prep you still, so be patient.” You nod in response, brows furrowing.

The idea that you couldn’t tell when he’d start touching you had your breath stopping momentarily. You part your lips to speak but you feel Jun’s cold fingertips gliding through your wet folds almost as if he knew what you were going to say. “Ah, Jun…” He gathers the wetness on his fingertips, bringing it up to your clit as he starts rubbing soft and slow circles on the nub.

“You know, it’s going to be a little difficult to get around town once they know you’re copulating with a vampire.” Jun comments teasingly as he positions a finger at your entrance. He sinks the digit in, thrusting it in and out when he feels how wet you are around his finger.

“I---I don’t c-care… They can, ah, s-say all they wa--want…” You retort. “Jus’ want y-you…”

Jun smirks at this, even if you can’t see it. “Should we give them something to look at then, sweetheart?”

He quickly adds another finger, somewhat impatient himself. You nod at his question, moaning out loud when he starts to scissor and curl his fingers into your tight warmth.

“Please, Jun, hurry! I’m so---”

“Shh, I know. Me too. Patience.”

He leans down, lips ghosting across your clavicle as you shiver. You feel his lips on you a second later, already sucking on the skin to leave blooming love bites all over. He keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, adding his thumb to your clit as you cry out his name.

“Oh g-god, Jun, I---mmph!”

His lips are on yours, swallowing up your moans as you suddenly cum on his fingers; hips canting up as you try to meet the flicks of his wrists.

He groans against your mouth when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers; salivating at the way your blood smells even sweeter now that you’d already had one orgasm.

Jun pulls away, grinning when he thinks about it.

How much sweeter could your blood get if you came just one more time?

Your stuttered breath brings him out of his thoughts, pulling his fingers from inside of you as you moan at the sudden emptiness. He gives you only a moment to catch your breath before he’s positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

“J-Jun, ah, I’m---I’m still s-sensitive…”

He teases your hole with the head of his cock; noting the way you raise your hips and try to grind against him. “Oh? So you want me to stop then?”

You bite your lip, already imagining and craving the way his cock filled you up so perfectly. “No, I want you inside of me, now.” He laughs boisterously, shaking his head at the way you flip flop your feelings.

“You’re the queen of the house now, I suppose.”

He sinks his cock into you, a groan on his lips when he feels how wet you are around his cock. “Ngh, sweetheart… I don’t think I’m going to last very long…” He mutters; already starting a rhythmic pace when he feels your walls clamping down onto him.

“M-me too… But--but it’s okay… I wanna feel you.” You gulp, “And--and I wanna… feel you f-feed. It’s been a-a while, hasn’t it?” Your voice is soft and small to Jun’s ears and he feels his cock throbbing at the mere idea. It wasn’t that he’d never fed from you before, either; it was just that he tried to supplement his feeds from different sources so as to not wear you out.

It’d been a good long while since you’d offered yourself. Granted, part of that was because of his own decisions.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” He offers gently. Jun knew your limits as much as he craved you.

“N-no, I want you t-to… It kinda makes m-me feel, hah, g-good too…”

The blush eats away at your cheeks and you moan loudly once Jun angles his thrusts perfectly to tap your g-spot. “Oh, god, right t-there!”

Jun leans over you again, however this time he tugs at the loose knot on your blindfold; tossing the material off. “You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. I think you deserve your vision back, hmm?” He kisses your cheek once before he pulls away.

His lips fall into a gentle smile; the complete opposite of the way his hips seem to piston into you quicker. “Jun, I’m---I’m so close…” Whispering, you let your eyes readjust to the soft moonlight filtering in through the windows. A sheen of sweat covers Jun’s skin, lips parted in shaky breaths when he feels himself getting close to cumming as well.

“Mmh, sweetheart, I’m g-going to feed, okay?” You nod feverishly in response, tilting your head to the side to give him space.

Jun leans in, lips on your skin as he sucks more love bites onto the column of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut by reflex, soft moans spilling from your lips at the feeling.

“Now they’ll really know you belong to me. And so will the other vampires and creatures that dare lurk anywhere near our part of the forest.” His words are slightly muffled against your skin; barely audible between your moans that grow louder and the sound of his hips snapping into you.

He feels your walls tightening around him, a tell tale sign that you were close to an orgasm.

“J-Jun!” You cry; tension snapping in your body at the same time that Jun draws his fangs out and sinks them into your neck.

There’s a rush of sensations going through your body as your toes curl behind his back and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your walls flutter around his cock and the subtle pain of his fangs digging into your skin as he feeds from you melds into pleasure when he cums too; cock throbbing inside your pussy as he cums inside of you.

His eyes roll back at the absolute pleasure that washes over him.

Jun was right, after all; your blood tasted even sweeter after two orgasms.

He draws his fangs back in a few moments later, tongue lapping at the wound until it seals over. You mewl in response as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm, soft breaths the only thing you can muster at the fuzziness that takes over your body. 

Jun’s hips grind against you as he peppers small kisses all over your throat and clavicle; adding more blooming marks to your skin as you whine.

“Ju--Jun ‘m really sen--sensitive now…” Mumbling, you try to fight off the sleep that threatens to take you; arms and legs feeling like dead weight.

“You did so well for me, baby. Thank you.” He slides his cock from your pussy, watching the way his cum spill to the sheets underneath you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? And maybe find some new sheets somewhere around here, if we can.”

Jun draws you a warm bath; thankful that the grounds were abundant with fire wood and a working water pump.

He carries you to the bathroom wrapped in the soiled bed sheets -- a sheepish smile on his face when he lets you down onto your feet.

“I’m sorry, love. I can’t say I was expecting you today otherwise I would’ve prepared a little better.” You smile warmly in response, “Jun it’s okay, really, it’s not a big deal.”

He holds your hand as you step into the warm water, making sure you didn’t slip or fall. “I know, I just… I haven’t really had a chance to fix this place up, is all. Figured it’d just be me.”

Jun pulls up a small stool, sitting next to you outside of the tub as he gently starts massaging your tired shoulders. “Your neck is also quite pretty with my marks all over it now though, I will say.” He laughs teasingly, tilting your head towards himself until he can press a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Speaking of…” You mumble as you pull away slightly, “Regardless of what the townspeople say, I’m not too keen on going around with all these blotches on my neck, Jun! Your bite mark is the least of my concerns!”

He rolls his eyes, kissing you once more before he pulls away to grab the soap to wash your hair. “No worries, sweetheart. I know this might be hard to believe, but I’ve a friend a little ways away. Name’s Seokmin. He’s a warlock and quite the unsuspecting fellow. Must be his smile, although I’ll admit he’s quite charming in his own ways. I’ll have him go into town and get some things for us in the meantime. Maybe some seeds and herbs from his garden, as well.”

You quirk a brow at him, watching the way he collects bubbles on his hands before he brings them to your hair. “Since when were you so chummy with the enchanter types?”

Jun snorts; fingertips massaging your scalp as you moan and lean into his touch.

“Seokmin runs my errands around town and I play along with his little experiments. It’s all about balance out here, sweetheart. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

[rayofsunas]

meeting kuroo’s family.

A/n: here’s an update everyone, happy friday!! stay safe and happy loves <3

Summary: kuroo thinks it’s time for you to meet his father and grandparents.

Parings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Fem!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff lol, maybe crack

Word Count: 1.1k

- you had been dating for a while, and kuroo surprised you one day after school, asking on your walk home if you wanted to meet his family

- of course, you were nervous, but you said yes and said you couldn’t wait to meet them

- only, you didn’t realize how early he meant when you agreed

- his house was close to yours so you two walked home together every day, but when he kept dragging you past your street, you were confused

- “where are we going? my house is that way...”

- “my house.”

- “why? I thought we were going to mine.”

- “my dad should be home from work, today is his day off and my grandparents are home.”

- “oh. oH. OH.”

- you were lowkey more nervous knowing you’d be meeting them today, I mean who wouldn’t?

- you were only in your school uniform and yes although it was formal in a sense, you would’ve liked to freshen up and at least look presentable

- “tetsu... my outfit-”

- “what about it?”

- you stared at him in astonishment as you kept walking side by side. his family wouldn’t mind would they?

- when you didn’t elaborate anymore and kuroo turned back straight, you realized your assumptions were right

- your nerves only increased though as you got closer and closer, and when you were in front of his house, you could no longer speak coherent sentences

- kuroo just reassured you that his family was super chill, and if you were comfortable enough around him, then you would feel the same around his family

- as soon as you stepped into the house, you smelt the most delicious stew ever. it instantly made you feel warm and cozy, and forget your worries

- surprisingly, you found kuroo’s father in the kitchen, cooking said delicious stew

- he greeted you with a warm smile and a hug, as if you were his daughter...it was comforting

- his father was a very tall man, like your boyfriend, most likely where he got his height from

- you sat stiffly at the dining table, fiddling with your hands under the table

- kuroo had left you in the kitchen to change out of his uniform and get you more comfortable clothes, the silence was kind of awkward as you waited

- the silence was interrupted though when an older man spoke, he was standing right beside you, eyes staring at you intently

- “wanna hear a joke?”

- BDUHFEAWIGLIF

- “dad, leave her be, i’m sure she doesn't want to here you’re jokes.” kuroo’s own father had said, addressing the old man

- “sure she does! she looks intrigued!!”

- ohhh this is where it was going-

- another science geek lmaoo, your boyfriend also got that from his family

- “why did the white bear dissolve in water?” asked the old man

- “uh, i’m not sure I understand sir, i’m not very good at science-”

- “because it was POLAR!”

- and with that he broke out into laughter, laughing at his own joke

- your boyfriends father just lowered his head, shaking it in disappointment

- “i’m sorry about that, y/n... my father is very persistent with his dead jokes.”

- you couldn't help but laugh at this family dynamic

- “it’s alright sir, i’m used to it. kuroo says those kinds of jokes ALL the time... any chance he gets really.”

- you met the last member of the family when kuroo was helping his grandmother down the stairs, we stan a sweet GENTLEMAN

- kuroo’s grandma was the sweetest woman you'd met. she was always trying to feed you well throughout the dinner

- after you finished your plate, she was still trying to give you more, even after dessert

- “are you sure you’re full? tetsurou told me you also play volleyball, so you must burn a lot of calories and fat! you must eat!!”

- you were more surprised that your boyfriend had told them about you, instead of her persistently trying to feed you

- “o-oh, don’t worry ma’am, i’m quite alright.”

- “NO!” legit the older woman would NOT accept it

- “sweetheart, leave her alone! she doesn’t want our sons disgusting food, alright? i’m surprised she even stuck around for dessert...” kuroo’s grandpa is SASSY and we stan

- “dad!”

- kuroo was snickering too himself beside you, cue hyena laugh

- “grandma, i’m sure she appreciates it, but she’s full.”

- the rest of the night went smoothly

- kuroo and his father were snickering in the corner, watching as kuroo’s grandpa and grandma continued to tell you chemistry jokes and offer more food

- it was very fun and all the nerves had gone away easily

- you weren’t laughing at the jokes really, more so laughing at the fact that kuroo was so similar to his grandpa, and the fact that both grandparents seemed very very persistent

- now it was nearing ten in the evening, and you had to get home soon

- “HEY PLAYBOY!” came the old man, stopping kuroo from walking you out

- you couldn't help but giggle at his grandpa's name for kuroo

- “come back soon. my son and wife don't appreciate my jokes as much as you do, and it’s no fun when playboy here tries to outshine me in my own house with jokes.”

- LMAOOOOO THIS FAMILY EYE-

- “i don't think she was laughing with you, i think she was laughing at you.”

- you smacked kuroo’s back, reassuring the fuming old man that you would be back soon if everyone was happy with it, and that although you didn’t get the chemistry jokes, you enjoyed his persistance

- you had almost been out the door when....

- “TETSUROU,” kuroo’s grandma had screeched. “be a gentleman and walk her home!”

“i was going too, but i can’t seem to get out the door-”

- tbh, she really only stopped kuroo to stall him from leaving, she was still trying to give out food

- "here are some sweet treats. you can have them, they’ll just get thrown out here.”

- “ma’am, thank you, but-”

- she was stuffing your school bag with food before you could even stop her, she just kept filling it and filling it without shame

- “grandma...”

- “quiet!”

- “uh, thank you ma’am... i’ll make sure to eat these, i appreciate it.”

- as soon as you gave them each a warm smile and gentle goodbye, kuroo quickly grabbed your hand and began walking you down the street

- "sorry about that. my grandparents are very persistent, and my dad is-”

- "don’t apologize. I think you’re grandparents are the cutest, and your father is so kind, he made me feel at home.”

- "i love them already."

- kuroo may or may not have pissed his pants, out of happiness of course

- he wasn't worried about you meeting them, because they were so much like him that he knew they'd love you

- he was just very happy. you were the first girl he's taken seriously, and ever brought home to meet his folks and he felt so warm uwu

- “so... you'll be back?”

- “of course! i have to bring the tupperware back, don’t i?”

- lets just say he brought you around everyday and you had so much fun with his chaotic family

11.6.20, rayofsunas

[mintmatcha]

9 months, 29 days

Matsukawa and Hanamaki

chapter two of 10 months

CW: nothing in particular for this chapter, but series is an angst story containing mentions of death. be warned

“Oi,” Mattsun’s tugging on his outdoor shoes, trying his best not to crumple the heel. Rain beats against the roof, so hard that a leak has formed in the center of the locker room. It drips so rapidly, that constant little dripdripdripdripdripdrip that dips into his brain and makes him irrationally angry. Everything’s been making him angry today though.

Practice was supposed to end an hour ago. As much as he loves playing, Mattsun wasn't like Oikawa; this kind of work, this kind of pushing himself to the brink, wasn't fun. He wanted to go home, to finish up his homework in complete silence, maybe jack off, and then sleep all fucking weekend.

In fact, if he could go the next couple days without speaking to anyone, he’d be perfectly happy. No parents, no siblings, no exceptions.

“Oi, Issei,” Makki’s shoe thunks against his lower back, firm enough to push him deeper into a squat, and Mattsun feels the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile. Pain pulses in his knees everytime Makki thumps his dirty old shoe against him. "Did you forget your umbrella again?”

Mattsun’s umbrella sits in his open locker.

“Aren’t you being too casual?” he tries to remember why he was just in a bad mood, but just can’t. His name on Makki's lips bounces around his skull on loop. Issei, Issei, Issei- it's such a pretty name. If he asked, he'd say it again and again, but the gym door's there, unlocked, waiting to be opened, waiting to catch them being too friendly with each other.

“It’s just us. The underclassmen left already and our fearless leaders are still practicing.” Makki shrugs, “They wouldn’t think it was suspicious anyway.”

Mattsun jumps to his feet with all of the energy his body can manage, knocking Makki off balance enough to knock him onto his ass. He lands with a splash, sprawled on his back. They look at each other for a moment, wide eyed as they process the scene. Makki lays in the puddle, that dreaded drip bouncing off his nose and down into his mouth, which is parted in fake horror. His school uniform and bag covered in growing, dark wet spots, probably crawling in athlete's foot. Mattsun freezes, unsure of whether he should apologize or laugh. With a scowl, face knotted up in disgust, Makki silently undoes the latches to his bag and pulls out his umbrella. With a press of the button, it unfolds. The leak forms little droplets that roll down the black fabric onto his stomach.

“No one warned me it was raining inside too.” Makki huffs before then both break into laughter. It’s not that funny, but it’s what Mattsun needed. He doesn’t stop until he’s hunches over, clutching his side and trying to blink away tears, completely breathless. His eyes never leave his friends and that makes it better, makes his body feel warmer.

“Don’t open an umbrella inside; it’s bad luck,” the brunette reaches out a hand and Makki takes it.

The others always talked about holding girl’s hands and enjoying the size difference, enjoying how tiny they felt. They liked the delicate fingers, the thin palms, but Mattsun never really understood it.

Makki’s hands were the same size as his. Coarse and dry, a bit calloused on the palms, and they fit perfectly together with his. His fingers are thick, still sweaty and warm from practice, and yet Mattsun wants them interlaced with his own. Makki squeezes, rubbing his thumb along with lines of his palm like he knows exactly what Mattsun’s thinking about, before pulling himself up.

“Bad luck doesn’t exist, dude.” Makki twirls the umbrella, “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“I hope not.” Mattsun adjusts his grip and does exactly what he wants to, squeezing his fingers in between his best friend’s.

“So, did you forget your umbrella?”

Mattsun’s umbrella sits in his locker. It’s sitting there in the open, a bright Seijoh blue. They both see it, they both know it’s there. Mattsun reaches in and pulls on his shoulder bag with a shrug. Then, he silently closes the locker.

“Yeah,” he lies. The lie makes the next part easier to explain to the others, “I was going to wait until the rain stopped.”

Their hands are still joined. He tries not to fixate on the warmth.

“Nah, don’t be stupid,” Makki starts walking and Mattsun follows. He knows the drill by now. “Share with me. I’ll walk you home.”

They step out into the downpour, shoulders pressed into each other, only half covered by the tiny umbrella. They occasionally squeeze each other’s hand, a silent acknowledgement. I know what this means, it says, I know you didn’t need me to walk you home. I know we just needed an excuse.

“My bookbag’s getting soaked, Hiro.”

“Then switch arms, dumbass.”

“Then I couldn’t-” Mattsun chokes on his words as something clatters behind them. He quickly swivels, checking to see if the campus was empty, only to be greeted by emptiness. The rain fogs up the street, giving them a curtain of privacy. This thing between them, whatever it was, was just for the two of them.

“It’s just us, Issei,” Makki cackles, “You worry too much.”

He sighs and continues forward, “I just don’t want people talking.”

“Some friends, like us, are just touchy, it’s no big deal.”

Mattsun dips down and presses his forehead against his friend’s temple suddenly. The humidity of the rain doesn’t hide the long, warm breath Makki lets out at the touch, and the rain doesn’t hide how his eyes flutter shut. Solitude makes him bold.

“Yeah,” Mattsun whispers, lips so close that they almost brush against his cheek. It’s plump, dusty pink that almost matches his hair. “I’m just touchy, I guess.”

Makki nuzzles into the touch. “Your future girlfriend is gonna love that about you.”

“Don’t say stupid things like that.” Mattsun whispers, tugging him closer by the arm until they’re chest to chest. Being wet makes the fabric seem thinner and the space between them seem smaller.

The other guys always talk about short girls: dipping down to kiss them, having their girlfriends stand on their toes for a kiss, feeling big and strong compared to them.

Makki’s face is level with his. It'd be so easy.

“I don’t want a girlfriend.” Mattsun says.

“Oh yeah?” Makki flashes his typical grin, “Then what do you want?”

.

3:24 Two full hours before his alarm. Mattsun stares at the texture of his ceiling and tries to think about nothing. His hand feels empty. It’s unfair of his brain to remember that moment so vividly. It’s a meaningless memory, something that should have been long forgotten, but god, his brain refuses to let it go. If he closes his eyes, he can still feel the smooth, supple skin against his nose, smell the hint of aftershave Makki bought from the corner store. He flips the pillow and buries his head into the cool side. He tries to think about nothing. Makki's eyes were so sunken in, so flat. It makes his stomach churn to think about it, to think about how he’s dying. He gives up and pulls his phone from the side table. Why does he care? They don’t talk anymore. Makki just wants him to help plan a stupid party. They don’t mean anything to each other. Not anymore. Mattsun checks Twitter. The top trending story is about a breakthrough in neuroscience, but his eyes won’t focus to read it. Exhaustion makes him stupid. His hands shake when he opens his texting app. He tells himself he's texting Midori, but he types in a new number instead. One he knows by heart.

mi>hey mi>could you do breakfast

ht>who dis?

ht>i told you to lose my number yuuji

mi>not yuuji

mi>issei

ht>lmaooooo sorry ht> the old place at 9?

mi>k mi>... why are you awake

ht> headache. ht> why are YOU

Mattsun doesn't answer. He just stares at the ceiling again.