#i want to fuck that bowl of cereal lowkey

[m-e-w-666]

my girlfriend is asleep and i need to yell this at someone so im sending it out to yall

[zalrb]

PLL 2x10 Review - As Per Anon Request

I just feel like if initiumseries was quasi-crushing on some guy and I broke into his dark room and saw a bunch of photos her took of her while she was sleeping, I wouldn't wait until school started the next day to tell her. I don't give a fuck if her phone is off, I'm going to her house. I'm sending an email. A text. A smoke signal. I'm doing everything I can so she knows.

Spencer is slowly becoming more and more fun for me simply because she's so high-strung because Aria is NOWHERE NEAR as freaked out as she should be at hearing this info about Hair's creepy pictures.

"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?" Spencer, Emily was the one who let slip that they kissed, so yes, she knew. This dialogue is killing me.

I high key thought there would be a message in the milk that Emily poured and was like nah, PLL has limits. And then it turns out there was a message in the cereal. I hate this show so much.

Where is Hanna?

"Hanna, compassion." "I have it, just not in the morning." Mood.

Does Aria just not have any sense of self-preservation?

His eyes are UNSETTLING

I know Emily has her stuff but Shay's acting is so atrocious that she just pisses me off.

Toby isn't even helping. He's just picking shit up and putting them back.

I remember randomly seeing a behind the scenes clip when it was on air between the two of them just before a kissing scene, so they were sitting on the couch, their faces inches from each other and she told him not to start kissing her until they said action lmao.

We didn't have a college fair AT our school, we had to go to the convention centre.

"Have you considered Hollis college? The teachers are very hands-on." Ezra, you're disgusting.

I hate that sometimes he has funny line deliveries because he gets bewildered and lowkey exasperated when Aria starts spiralling and it's funny but, like, this is what happens when you date a teenager, Ezra. Hormones. You jackass.

LOL he wants to kill this woman

"You'll look back and realize just how naive you were." She's not the enemy, Aria, but really Jackie, you should call the police.

"What are you DOING? You are not starved! You just had a whole bowl of jellybeans!" "THEY WERE COMPLEMENTARY." We need more Mona.

So what is A going to do at this massage.

Ah, A will do the massage. Which is just weird.

Toby, why are you HERE.

I like how conveniently this N.A.T mystery is unravelling.

Nah, Mona is a real one. She's trying so hard to get Hanna accepted.

Aria accepted Hair's explanation wayyy too easily.

No, but he looks like he wants to kill Spencer and he's just supposed to be awkward and confused

Hanna is a terrible friend to Mona.

"It's time to tell people about us." YOU SHOULD BE IN PRISON.

You all said Aria wasn't the main character but she's still being treated like the main character.

Now every time I see Hanna I just think "JC Penny" and laugh.

"That's how you're going to feel when I'm through with you" I mean, is it, Kate? She never sees her dad as it is, it's not like she lives with him, she could just go back to never seeing him.

"Turns out it's a whole bunch of nothing." There's probably a false bottom in the box or something, Aria.

"You said it yourself, there's barely any age difference. "Yeah, but that's not the point, he was her teacher." I need the writers to try and stop manipulating the viewer into believing that there's barely any age difference between a 16 year old and a 23/24 year old. That IS the point.

[newtonsheffield]

Aw, are Fiat 500s for assholes? It was my first car and I had to trade it in for a truck when we moved to a farm and I miss it every day of my life. Wait, was I posh and I didn't even know it?

I don’t think Fiat 500’s are for assholes. They’re a great car!

I’m just setting up Josie’s “Fiat 500 to being lowkey Jealous of Kate’s Aston Martin” pipeline. Mostly because I just want to see Josie arguing with Edwina over it.

“Josie, honey, sweetheart: I am willing to remodel the bathroom. I like the idea of a thermostat shower.” Edwina sighed, “We can’t just get an Aston Martin.”

“But it’s so nice!” Josie sighed, “Just drive Kate’s car once! Just one time! The seats are so warm, our takeout would never get cold again?”

“Josie! I am not spending 200 hundred thousand pounds so that my Chinese food doesn’t get tepid.” Edwina scoffed, “I could do that with an insulated bag for life from Tesco! A lot of cars have seat warmers.”

“Fine, fine!” Josie sighed, turning to kate who’d been eating a bowl of cereal in the corner of the kitchen watching on awkwardly, “Can I at least drive your car to go and get my groceries? Seeing as apparently I’m not allowed a little treat!”

“Sure.” Kate tossed her the keys, her engagement ring flashing in the light. “Have fun!”

The kitchen door closed and Kate stared awkwardly at her sister for a moment before she cleared her throat, “None of my business, obviously but… I know you can afford that car. If she wants it like… why are you taking such a hard line?”

Edwina sighed pinching the bridge of her nose, “Because I already fucking bought her the car! I’ve got the bloody dealership with a photo of her on the wall so if she wanders in they’re supposed to tell her she can’t have one for three years!”

[jaeqermeister]

you wrap around me (and you give me life)

a/n: title came from jungkook's seven.

tw: none at all! it just gets... suggestive. but nothing too saucy.

word count: 8.7k

When Rose headed down to the kitchen for breakfast, she realized that she made three miscalculations.

One, she had mistaken the silence in the kitchen for a complete absence of people.

Two, she still had a bit of make-up on from last night’s party at Connie’s.

Three, she was still wearing a certain white polo.

Slowly, Rose made her way to the cabinets. She had been thinking of what exactly to make, or if she should just go for cereal, and—

“Morning, dear,” a low, too familiar voice greets her. Chills suddenly went down Rose’s spine as she spun around to see the person who decided to shock her.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ren!” She whacks Eren on the shoulder as a result of the scare. She really can’t handle anyone creeping up to her right now… especially in the polo that she’s wearing. “God fucking damn it, I thought it was someone else!”

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” Eren apologizes with his hands up in surrender. “You just look too focused on the cabinets that I’d think you’ll move them with your mind or something.” He wraps both of his arms around her waist.

“Now, what’s the princess thinking about this time?”

“About how I want you to go away,” Rose huffs, though the smile on her face betrays her words. “Thank you for being with me, prince. I had a fun time with our friends last night.” 

“You know I love going anywhere with you,” Eren boops the top of her nose gently. When he pulls away, there’s a mischievous look in his eyes. “But you know, I feel like I’m missing something.”

“And what’s that?”

“Some kisses from my lovely princess,” Eren inches closer, a smirk gracing his features as he snakes his hands around Rose’s neck. “I feel like I deserve some more—” 

“Yes, Helene, I’ll go get the groceries. I’m just going to make my coffee,” a voice coming from the stairs breaks Eren out of his daze. Hastily, they scramble to look decent as Rose’s father enters the kitchen. As Rose fixes her—his polo and faces the cabinets again, Eren manages to sneak in a few words before he keeps his distance. 

“Don’t tie your hair. It’s visible.”

Don’t tie my hair? Wha—

“Oh. Good morning, Elaine. You’re up earlier than Jean, that’s a surprise.” Erwin greets his youngest in the kitchen, seeing as though she was fixing herself a bowl of cereal. He kisses the top of her head before turning to see Eren opening the fridge.

“Morning, dad. You and mom are out early.” Rose points out.

“Eren,” Erwin raises an eyebrow. Eren practically spins at the sound of his name.

“Yes sir,” he blurts, leaving Rose snickering. “I mean, good morning!” 

“You were here last night, huh?” Erwin, as always, gazes at Eren hard and long. 

“I was. And I made sure we were home before midnight.” 

“I know. I heard your car, Eren. I’m not that old of a man,” Erwin softens, patting Eren on the back. “So, will you two be going anywhere today? Pieck has been begging us to go to this museum for days and—Rose, is that a new shirt? Did you buy that with your mother last week? It looks a bit too big on you.”

Before Rose and Eren get exposed to what else happened, her mom had been a saving grace to the situation.

“Erwin! Didn’t I tell you to get the groceries?” Helene enters the kitchen with a hand on her hip. All three of them faced her as her voice splits the kitchen in half. Rose and Eren look at Erwin.

The silence was intense until her husband spoke up.

“I’m just asking about Rose’s new shirt, that’s all.” Rose looks at Eren in lowkey panic. Mom definitely knows.

“Well I think it’s great on her. But you do realize that there is raw meat in those plastic bags, right?” Helene asks.

“Oh, right.” Erwin nods slowly, though he still looks at the two of them. “Well, probably a new style with the young ones, huh?”

“Yeah!” Rose says too quickly, spinning the polo around for extra flair. Helene looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Okay then. Well Rose, tie your hair. It’s been getting hot outside.” Erwin hums before leaving. 

Eren and Rose are silent as Erwin leaves the kitchen. For a moment, Rose thinks her mother might not know after all.

“Elaine Rose Smith, turn around. Let me see how much I’ll have to cover up before he’s back.”

Rose blinks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies.

“Your neck, honey. Don’t think I’m stupid.”

“Aunt Helene—”

“You went too rough on her didn’t you, Eren?”

Now Eren’s perplexed, acting like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “Look, Auntie. I didn’t do anything.”

“So I wasn’t hearing any… noises last night I assume?”

Eren chokes on his water. The both of them are visibly red. “A-Aunt Helene, we—”

Helene raises a hand to stop him. “I’m a light sleeper, Jaeger. You thank all the deities her father sleeps like the dead. So, can we have things a little tamer next time?”

“Mom!” Rose goes even redder. Eren looks like he wants to pass out. 

“I’m not hearing an answer, you two.”

“Tamer,” Rose and Eren say in unison. 

Helene stares at them for a good ten seconds (Rose counted). Finally, she sighs. “Alright. Just be careful okay? Now Eren, get my make-up kit.”

Eren definitely looks like he wants to pass out now. “I’m sorry, what?”

Helene rolls her eyes fondly. “If Rose takes too long, Erwin might get suspicious. So let her make some breakfast while you get my make-up kit upstairs by the hallway. I’ll keep Erwin distracted while we hide those… marks. Now go.” 

When Eren and Rose still stay frozen, Helene snaps her fingers. “Go! The man won’t take ten years to get groceries. Now come on, Eren. I’m surprised nobody else was kept all night with you two.”

“Mom, please!” Rose slaps Eren on the back frantically, and they get to work. 

Eren almost successfully gets to the landing, taking two steps at a time, before bumping into someone. 

“Oi—Jaeger?”

“Jean?” Eren comments. He understands that he’s a member of the family as well but he’s had enough stress now that two of the men in the household have seen him.

“Where are you going?”

“... Down the hall?”

Jean looks at him suspiciously. Eren’s eyebrow is raised, keeping up the act that this was something normal. “You do know my sister’s room is on the other side of the hall, right?”

“I know that, but I can’t right now, alright? I got things to take care of so back off.” He says to the older twin before bolting to Erwin and Helene’s bedroom.

“Huh. Weird.” Jean can only say to himself.

Eren enters the bedroom and goes for the vanity table near the bed. He sees the pouch and goes for it. He grabs what he needs and closes the door before Erwin can get back inside with the groceries. He sees Helene waiting for him but before he’s let off and takes care of Rose’s marks, Helene tells him to come closer.

“This can be between us.” Helene said in a quiet voice. Eren nods in reply and lets her continue. “But in return I want you to be completely honest with me. Do you understand that, Eren?”

“Yes, Aunt Helene.”

“Okay.” She answers back and a few seconds of silence goes in between them. “Now… did you two actually have sex? Because I don’t want your Uncle Erwin getting a heart attack when the inevitable happens. I’m not saying sex is wrong. I’m just hoping if you two did then I’m sure it was practiced safely.”

Eren can feel his insides turning into mush. He appreciated Helene’s openness, but still, it made him nervous. “I—”

“Eren,” Helene says, “that’s still our baby girl. I just want to know if everything’s going well.”

Eren can feel his whole body turning red. The tips of his ears are definitely red, he’s sure. Rose says it’s a habit of his when he’s nervous.

“I—yes and no, Aunt Helene.”

Eren has never been grateful that his girlfriend’s mother was capable of maintaining such a stoic expression. But, at the same time, it was terrifying. “Meaning?”

“No, we weren’t doing anything last night.”

“But?” Helene, not missing a beat, crosses her arms. 

“But we did have sex once. And I swear on my life, we did it right.”

Helene sighs. She can’t really stop two people when they’re in love with each other now, can she? She reminds them of her and Erwin when they were younger. It’s like she can hear Levi’s voice in her head about practicing safe sex because it was his duty as older brother to take care of his sister like this.

“Alright. I’ll ask you about that later when I’m finished with Rose, okay? I’m gonna ask her the same questions and if neither of your answers line up I’m afraid I’m gonna have to send you off to Erwin.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t ma’am me, Eren! I’m just your girlfriend’s mom.” Helene smacks Eren’s shoulder. Now he knows where Rose gets the smacking reflex from. She laughs at the kids reaction but Eren’s reply caught her in her tracks.

“You may be my girlfriend’s mom, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t respect your wishes for your daughter. I became Rose’s boyfriend to begin with because I knew that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid or irresponsible. So thank you for trusting me, Aunt Helene.”

“Well, know that I do trust you too.” Helene puts a hand on his knee. “You know Erwin’s the more overprotective one. Well, I have to balance out the overprotectiveness or Rose will explode. But I wouldn’t have let you date each other if I knew you weren’t a right fit for one another. But do take care of her, okay? Please. Like I said, she’s still my baby girl.”

Eren smiles warmly at that. “I will. I promise.”

“That’s good,” Helene stands, leading Eren towards the door. “And you better stay true to your promise. You see how crazy this family can be, and that’s not even including Levi.” 

Eren shivers. Just the thought of Rose’s uncle scares the shit out of him. 

“Princess,” Eren calls out to Rose who was frying eggs on the stove. He shows the pouch in his hand. “Go with your mom.” Rose looks back at her mom and boyfriend talking. She sees the familiar kit and turns off the stove. She looks at them back and forth before going with Helene.

“Thanks, prince. Do I give you the polo back?” 

Eren looks at her, that lazy, signature smirk of his grazing his features. “No, it looks good on you.” He leans against the counter, an amused look on his face. “Why would I want to take something that looks so pretty on you?” 

Rose feels her face flush instantly. She hates how perfectly capable Eren is of making her a mess. “Shut it, Prince. We’re at the risk of getting found out by my father. At least act more worried.”

“Your father loves me.” Eren huffs. 

“My father acknowledges you as a human being. Love is a strong word,” Rose teases, cupping his cheek. They give each other one more hug before Rose disappears to meet her mom.

“So, Jaeger.” A strong voice almost freezes Eren in place. He turns around to see a very familiar face, one with a strong but nonchalant expression on it. “Still with Elaine, huh?”

“Ah—yes! Yes, of course.” Eren spat out the words quite nervously in front of the elder. Honestly, he didn’t expect to meet the Uncle Levi for the first time like this. Heck, he didn’t even know he was coming over.

“You don’t sound confident. Cat got your tongue?”

“Oh… No, sir.”

Levi brushes the kid off with a scoff, obviously displeased with the way the boy carried himself in front of him. If Rose really liked this guy, how come he has nothing to say towards him in a domineering manner? He’d even think that this Jaeger guy’s a weak piece of shit.

“Sometimes I question these kids’ choices these days. They can get real stupid.” Levi comments. Let’s see if Eren can fire back with the condescending remarks I’m giving about Elaine.

Any sense of nervousness leaves Eren, a sense of protectiveness overcoming him. “Well, I don’t know about everyone else, but Rose is far from stupid. She’s got a wisdom that not everyone has.”

The corner of Levi’s mouth twitches, though it’s clear that he isn’t entirely impressed. “So, you stayed the night without the Smiths’ permission?” 

“With all due respect sir, I personally asked both of them if I could stay over.” Eren looks straight into Levi’s eyes, trying to prove a point. He might as well catch on with what the older one was trying to do. “And if anything, I also asked Niccolo and Jean myself if they were okay with it. I wouldn’t dare to cross a line if Rose’s family were uncomfortable with me. I can’t force that onto them.”

Now Eren thinks that he did too much, but he was more than satisfied to prove his point.

Levi narrowed his eyes. “And you haven’t ever snuck around with Rose? Taken advantage of her family’s kindness?”

“Sir, I may be many things, but I don’t stick my ass up where it doesn’t belong. I respect Rose and her family’s decisions. And if I did sneak around with Rose, I’ve never kept it to myself forever. I will always let her family know.” 

The tension is tight in the air, taut as a bow. The two of them stare at each other for several, long minutes. Eren manages to hold his ground, but the silence almost eats him alive.

Finally, a ghost of a smirk appears on Levi’s face. “Hm. Good for now,” he says, before moving around and heading to the kitchen. “Erwin invited me and our friends over, and I’m cooking. If you really wanna impress us, Jaeger, why don’t you cook?”

Oh god.

As if on cue, Rose returns to the kitchen. Surprised, she greets her uncle.

“Uncle Levi! I didn’t hear the door open, when did you get here?” She smiles at the sight of her favorite uncle, seeing as he and her boyfriend are getting along. “I assume you’ve met Eren already?”

Eren attempts to shoot her a ‘please, help me’ glance, but Rose doesn’t seem to see it.

“Oh, I’ve met him.” Levi eyes him up and down, like dissecting a frog he wasn’t particularly fond of. “Didn’t know this was your type, Rose.”

From his peripheral vision, Eren can clearly see that Rose is about to blush. “What do you mean, Uncle Levi?” she laughs, clearly nervous. 

“He means he thought you wouldn’t date a rugged, motorcycle driving, bass guitarist. In his head, you’re dating Colt.” Erwin, not unkindly, casually speaks as he walks into the room, groceries in hand.

Rose widens her eyes at the mention of her friend. She nervously looks at Eren with a worried glint in her eye, obviously overthinking the whole situation with her dad mentioning Colt. Hoping he didn’t see her facial expression, she tries to brush off the comment and backs it up with a reply. “Hey, don’t be mean to Eren. Don’t act like he’s not there, you know.”

It would be a lie if she didn’t say that she was a bit insecure. She knew that her family didn’t actually hate Eren, but it still sent a weird feeling through her gut. 

Erwin laughed, slapping Eren too hard on the back. “Hey, you know I’m kidding. Eren’s a good man, always bringing my daughter home at ten.”

The room stills for a bit, everyone unsure as to whether Erwin was serious or not. 

“Eren, how was your stay last night? Everything good?” Erwin pauses as he reaches Eren and Rose, his eyebrows raising. “Rose, honey, what’s that on your neck?”

Shit.

“Dad, there’s nothing on my neck. What are you talking about?” Rose tries to still her loud, beating heart. 

Erwin’s face remains nonchalant, but Eren and Rose are the complete opposite, looking like they’re about to pass out. “These look new. What happened?”

“More like who happened,” Levi mumbles. Rose hears Eren whisper out a string of curses under his breath. 

“Hm?” Erwin asks, an eyebrow raised. He shares a look with Levi for a long, hard moment. To Rose and Eren’s horror, something clicks in his brain. “Eren Jaeger, did you have something to do with this?”

“Dad, I—” 

“Erwin, darling!” Rose’s mother glides casually into the kitchen. “I just went past Jean and he asked for you to come help him with something. I think it’s important.” Helene guided her husband out the door, leaving her to deal with Levi herself.

“Helene.”

“Levi.”

Rose and Eren looked back and forth between the two Ackermans. It was clear that they were trying to intimidate one another into saying something, giving Rose more second thoughts than she already had. Why do things have to be so difficult?

“Don’t play with me, punk. What happened?” Levi directly asked Eren the question. It seems that he really wasn’t letting go of Erwin’s observation, and he himself wanted to know what transpired.

“Nothing happened, sir. I don’t know why Uncle Erwin pointed out Rose’s neck.” Eren was firm, believing that he was able to push through Levi’s stone wall of interrogation.

“Alright. I see that you can lie to me—”

“Quit it, Levi.”

“—so I’ll ask my niece instead.” Levi crossed his arms and looks at Helene’s daughter.

Rose tries to calm herself, but she can feel the cracks in her armor breaking. She’s sure of Eren—so sure. Things like this shouldn’t be getting in the way. “Uncle Levi, I promise, it’s nothing.” 

“I’m sure as hell that ain’t nothing, kid.” 

“Please, I—” Rose pauses to take a breath. “Uncle Levi, I appreciate your concern. I really do. But I can handle these things. Please trust me.” 

Levi’s eyes soften for just a fraction of a second. “I’m not convinced, but I’ll let it slide because there’s still things to do. Jaeger, on me.” He clicks his tongue. Eren still looks nervous, but he gives Rose’s hand a gentle squeeze. When he moves towards Levi, Rose feels a hand on her arm. It’s her mother with a grave look on his face. 

“I’m sorry, he wasn’t convinced. He wants us to talk to you.” She sighs, her eyebrows furrowed. “You know your father’s protectiveness of you. We got to work together for this, okay?” 

Rose felt bile rising up her throat, but she managed to swallow it down. She bit her lower lip in nervousness and exhaled a big breath while holding her mom’s hand. “He’s gonna kill me, mom.”

Helene closed her eyes and shook her head with confidence, completely disagreeing with Rose’s statement. “He just loves you too much, I’m afraid. This’ll all be over once we talk to him. Just… listen to him on this one, okay? He wouldn’t talk to you if he wasn’t concerned about you.”

“See, that’s the thing. He’s so concerned about me all the time. I can’t breathe when I’m with him, sometimes.” Rose quietly ranted to her mom. She’d never have the courage to face her dad every time they talk about her and Eren. God, did she really make the right choice of letting him court her?

“You know we still have to talk to him, right? This won’t go away the way you like it, sweetheart.” Helene convinces Rose to go with her to Erwin. 

Rose, unwillingly, allows herself to return to her darker thoughts. Would this be the norm? Would moments with Eren always end up like this, with her father angry and her frustrated? Would that even be conducive in the long run?

Shut it, Rose. She attempts to pep-talk herself despite the erratic beating of her heart. Don’t go down that hole just yet. 

When they reach the master’s bedroom, Rose is sure her knees are about to buckle. She doesn’t like this—doesn’t want to do this. 

“Come on, darling. I won’t leave.” Helene tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Rose feels like she’s five years old again with the way she almost cries at the touch. 

“Okay, Mama,” Rose whispers. The air feels colder than it normally does when she enters. Erwin is sitting on one of the study desks, his eyebrows scrunched as he is clearly failing in an attempt to read a book. When he sees the two of them, he sighs so deeply that it takes all of Rose’s willpower not to sit and run. 

“Elaine, sit with me.”

Ever so quietly, Rose sits in front of her dad. She has completely gone blank at this point, and is going through this entire talk on auto-pilot. Things aren’t looking good for her as it seems. She waits for Erwin to speak.

Erwin takes off his glasses and puts the book down flat on his desk. His glasses go away in its rightful place, next to his pencil case of course. He then notices that Rose isn’t looking directly into his eyes—in fact, she looked so sullen. So defeated.

As if she was already willing to do anything for him in the drop of a hat.

“Papa.” Rose’s voice was so silent, Helene could barely hear her speak. She’s gone static… as if in control, like a robot. She really didn’t have the confidence to speak to her dad right now. She’s terrified.

“Elaine, I was not expecting this kind of—roughness so early in the relationship.” Erwin’s voice is calm but thick with emotion. “Eren told me he’d take care of you.”

“Papa, it was one time, I swear. And he does take care of me. He’s a caring man, and—”

“What else have you done?” Erwin asks, his voice as cool and clear as glass.

Rose feels like the world has tilted, her heart hammering in her throat. “I—”

“Elaine Rose Smith, what else have you done?” Erwin repeats. “What else do I not know?”

Rose’s face has turned into a ghostly white. She really had no choice but to tell him the truth, as it would eat her alive if she kept the secret any longer. She looks back at Helene, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks to her mom for support.

A heavy silence enters the room. The tension between Erwin’s hard glares and Helene’s calm but loving support is starting to swallow Rose whole. She really can’t do this right now. Not like this.

Maybe Eren was a mistake. Maybe repeatedly asking Jean for Eren’s number was a mistake. Maybe… being alone with Eren in a room on the night of her 19th will forever be a mistake. She won’t walk freely from this one.

“Done.”

Erwin seems perplexed. And so is Helene on the other side of the room. Rose isn’t stopping now.

“What? Elaine?”

“Done. I’ll call it off. We’re done. It’s done.”

“Elaine—”

Rose hears a sound in the background, but she sets it to the back of her head and moves on. “You’re clearly bothered about us, Dad. I don’t want you to be anymore. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Elaine—”

“Just say the word and I’ll end it. I’ll tell him it’s over. We’ll all be better off.”

“Rose, darling.” Erwin places a hand on her knee, his eyes bright. When they lock eyes, Rose almost tries then and there. “That’s not what I meant. You know that.”

“But maybe it’s what she meant.”

Rose’s heart drops to the floor, the voice all familiar. Helene is halfway to the door, urgency on her face. Rose’s voice is as dry as sandpaper as she says, without looking, “‘Ren?”

Eren is looking at her, a ladle in one hand, his eyes conveying hurt so immense that it hurt her too. “Rose?” 

“How much did you hear?” she whispers, tears streaming down her face.

“Enough.” 

“Eren—” Helene tries to stop Eren from leaving, but it’s too late. He immediately walks out of the room, obviously frustrated. She looks back at Erwin and yells. “Erwin! Do something!”

Erwin sat there, frozen in time. He doesn’t know whether to attend to Rose or listen to his wife. Not thinking about Eren, he turned to look at his daughter… who wasn’t speaking at all.

“Elaine, look—”

“I don’t understand.” Rose blurted out, still staring into the blank space of the walls. “I thought you’d be happy, Papa.”

“Sweetheart, he doesn’t mean it like that—”

“I actually lost the one person who actually understands everything. Everything that I fight for. Everything that I give up for. Gone. All to make you happy.”

Erwin and Helene are silent, unable to explain to their daughter the whole situation at hand.

“So tell me, why aren’t you happy, Papa?” Rose finally looks at her dad without hesitation. Dried tear tracks are visible around her puffy eyes, her nose is red and runny.

“Elaine?” She doesn’t even bother finding out who talked. Rose stands up and walks away from the room, and away from the mess that had happened.

Watching her as she left, Jean looked at both of his parents.

“What the fuck did you do to her, Dad?” Jean could barely contain his rage. He understands there’s a whole context to this, but he hates seeing his baby sister cry. He can’t bare it.

“There’s been a mistake,” Helene says.

“Damn right.” Jean clicks his tongue, though he softens when he looks at the hurt on Helene’s face. “Sorry, Mom. I just—why is Elaine crying? Who the fuck hurt her?”

“Unfortunately, I caused that.” Erwin stands, running a hand through his hair. He then quickly launches into an explanation for Jean, whose face launches into a thousand different expressions in minutes.

“I—that’s fucked up, Dad.” Jean rubs his head. No wonder Rose has been a mess. He needs them to reconcile and start over, because as much as he’s concerned Rose has become so happy after meeting Eren.

“I get that you wanted Colt to be with Elaine, but you do realize that she’s fully capable of making her own decisions right? Look, I know it’s not easy being a father who doesn’t want his own daughter getting hurt, but you have to give her a chance to breathe. She has to have things for herself, you know?” Jean started to berate his own father.

After hearing what was going on between the three of them, Rose slowly backed out of eavesdropping and continued to quietly make her way through the front. Pieck was at work while Niccolo was doing his shift in the restaurant, so she was more than free to just stand up and walk away.

She sighs right outside the front door. She takes out her phone and calls the only one she can trust on things like this when they happen.

The other line rang twice without any hesitation. It stops after a third ring, something Rose was grateful for.

“Connie?” She practically whispered through the phone.

“Hello? Ro? What’s going on?”

“Is—” she paused before saying his name. “—Is Eren with you?”

There's a pause, a very long one—one that makes Rose suspect she knows what the answer is. “Why’d you ask?”

“Connie.” Rose bites her lip to keep it from wobbling. She was tired of crying. “I need—I need to talk to him. Please.”

“Ro, he’s not here.”

“Connie, please tell me the truth.”

“I am,” Connie says, gentle and light. “He passed by here to drop something off for my parents then said he’ll be taking off for a drive on his motorcycle. He didn’t stay around. He looked pretty lost.”

“Oh,” Rose whispers, her heart shattering even further.

“Ro, love, what’s going on? Do you want me to come over? Did you guys get into an argument?”

“I—I don’t even know how to explain,” Rose admits, her voice cracking.

“Rose—oh god, you’re crying.”

“Don’t worry about it, just tell me where he went. I need to talk to him, Con. You don’t understand.”

“Love, you know I can’t do that. He’s gonna kill me if anything happens to you under my watch. And that includes you in tears.”

“I’m telling you, Con. It’s a really, really, long story that I can’t go into detail right now before it tears me apart. Please. Just this once, listen to me. Please.”

Connie hears the desperation and fatigue in her voice. She was breathing funnier than usual but he didn’t think of it as much. 

“Ro, please, if you need me, I’ll be there,” Connie repeats, insistent but gentle. 

A pause, sounds of movements, then Rose says, “I—okay. You could come here. But you need to help me contact Rennie. I can’t leave the house right now, and please, I need to find him.” 

Connie tries to keep calm, but worry pounds in his chest. “Alright, Rose. I’ll try calling him right now.” 

Two hours later and there’s still no sign of Eren. Rose, too exhausted to face her family, is in her room with Connie. Jean is pacing the dining room, where his parents and Niccolo are sitting.

“Where the fuck is Jaeger when you need him?! Mom, Dad, you realize we have to get them back together?”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, Jean.” Niccolo hums, though his voice is a bit tight with worry. 

“I never thought I would either, but I will not have my sister miserable. I love her too much to bear seeing her this sad.” Jean sighs, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck do we do?”

“Try calling Carla. She’s probably the last resort that we have knowing that Grisha’s still at work.” Erwin spoke at the table. Helene was holding his hand in worry, knowing fully well that he just wants his daughter to be happy again.

“At this point, I’m going to have to go on a search party myself.” Jean comments. “I’ll call her.”

Connie comes down the stairs with Rose’s old clothes. Niccolo stands up at the sight of her close friend. Helene lets go of Erwin’s hand momentarily before walking up to him to ask about her.

“How’s Rose holding up?”

Connie shakes his head. “Not good at all, Aunt Helene. She was practically mute. Sadly, I had to force her to take a shower to at least get the grime off after a tiring day.”

Helene widens her eyes. The make up. 

When Connie looks at her, his eyes are knowing, as if she spoke out loud. “That caused this whole issue, huh?”

Helene nods. “Yes. You know how we can be with Rose. Things just… escalated really badly.” 

Connie hums. “I can see that.” He rubs his head, turning to Jean, who gives him a half hug in greeting. “Any luck?”

“No. Carla hasn’t seen him either,” Jean groans. “I swear to all the fucking deities, Eren Jaeger, where—” 

The dining room door swings open with a loud bang. All eyes collectively widen at the sight: Levi, still in his apron, holding a rugged and distressed looking Eren by the collar. “This is who you’re looking for, right?”

“I—” Helene starts, but is interrupted by her son’s screeching. 

“EREN FUCKING JAEGER, HOW DARE YOU—” 

“No, not yet,” Levi tuts, holding Jean up with his free hand. “Erwin, you mind taking the lead over here? I did not get grime on my apron following him on my own motorcycle just for things to stay shitty.”

Erwin stands up immediately, stumbling over his own words. “Of course.”

Levi then lets go of the kid and pats Erwin on the back. “Now that my job’s all done here, I have matters to attend to.” Sighing, Levi takes his apron off and goes for the front door before shutting it.

Niccolo, Jean, and Connie watch in silence. Helene is mentally praying for actual reconciliation between the two men. Rose wonders why it was suddenly all so quiet downstairs.

“Look, Eren.” Erwin scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Okay, out, out,” Helene ushers the boys through the door before Jean could process. 

“But, Mama—”

“Jean Felix Smith, follow my fucking orders.” Helene raises an eyebrow, her lawyer-voice coming into play. Jean gulps, and Niccolo has the ghosts of a smile on his face. 

“Yes, Mom,” Jean grumbles, sounding like a child. Helene flashes Eren and Erwin what seems like an encouraging look before exiting with the boys.

After a few minutes of deafening silence, Eren decides to speak, “Mr. Smith.”

“Eren, please,” Erwin cuts him off, “you know we’re past that.” 

Eren rocks on his feet. His hair is a mess, lost in dark brown tangles. “I—Uncle Erwin, why do you hate me?”

Erwin could think of multiple answers on the spot for that question, but there was only one that managed to linger in his mind.

“Eren, look… I don’t hate you. I never did.” He said with an affirming voice, something that Eren never thought he’d hear from Rose’s dad. He looks at him in shock, eyes blown wide waiting for him to continue.

“It’s just… I love Rose. I really do. And I’d make time stop for her if I could. I guess I just couldn’t handle her facing the same person I was in my own youth.”

“W-What are you saying?”

Erwin sighs.

“I’m saying that… I used to be like you when I was younger. With your Aunt Helene.”

Eren, unable to stop himself, blurts out the first question on his mind, “You drove a motorcycle?”

Erwin laughs despite himself, a small mischievous look in his eye. “Well, not as well as Levi’s, but—” he cuts himself off with a shrug.

“Really?” Eren tilts his head, the both of them chuckling despite the still evident tension in the room.

“Well, going back.” Erwin waves a hand. “Helene’s family never liked me. I mean, Levi wanted to kill me half the time. And I’d like to think I was a good man to Helene, yet still for a good amount of time they never thought I was enough. I guess… well, I guess I see my struggles in you. You’re good to Rose, yet despite that we tend to have these… I suppose you could call the moments. I don’t hate you, Eren. It’s just—I see a lot of myself in you, so I guess I’ve been unconsciously doing what Helene’s family was doing to me. I’m not sure if that makes sense.”

“It does,” Eren says after a few moments. He awkwardly gestures to sit on the chair across Erwin, who obliges. “But I, Uncle Erwin… if you say you see yourself in me, why can’t you trust me? And Rose—she was ready to break things off so easily if it meant making you happy. Is there really a part of you that doesn’t want me in your family’s life, in Rose’s life?”

“Eren—”

Eren raises a hand. “Uncle Erwin, wait. It’s not just you who doesn’t like me, anyways. Uncle Levi clearly is also out for my throat—”

“I’d like to point out that Levi is out for everyone’s throat—”

“And while I know Jean wants his sister happy, he definitely doesn’t approve of me either.” Eren sighs. “And I can admit that… that there may be other men better out there for Rose. That’s all I’ve been thinking of when I’ve been driving around. Do you think that, Uncle Erwin? That things just won’t work out between us?”

–

While the two of them were talking it out, Jean knocks on the door to Rose’s room before entering.

“Elaine? It’s Jean. I’m coming in, okay?” He opens the door to see Rose sitting on the floor, freshly showered with her knees pressed against her chest. She was obviously spaced out.

Jean wordlessly sat next to his twin. He observes her stature before speaking, but Rose cuts him off.

“Jean,” she spoke quietly.

“I think… I think things wouldn’t end like this if I didn’t pester you for Eren’s number in the first place.”

Jean starts, obviously taken aback. He had definitely not expected this turn in the conversation. “I—Elaine, what do you mean?” he asks, even if he already has an inkling on her answer.

“You told me Eren wasn’t a good guy for me. That our family wouldn’t be the most open to him. And I pushed anyway. I fell for him anyway. And now I broke his heart, and he’s breaking mine,” she laughs bitterly, picking at her shirt. “You tried to keep me from getting hurt, and look at what happened when I disagreed with you. You’re pleased, aren’t you?”

Jean’s shock continues to raise that his mouth is half-open. “Rose—I… why the fuck would you think I’d be happy about you hurting?”

“Because you were right!” Rose yells, getting to her feet and startling Jean even more in the process. “That’s clearly what most people in this household are thinking. You guys are right and I’m wrong. I chose the bad boy, the guy who isn’t exactly husband material. But now I’m doing what you wanted me to do years ago, so why aren’t you fucking proud of me, Jean? Why aren’t you smiling?!”

Jean stills, unsure of what to say at all. He hasn’t seen Rose this frustrated, this exhausted. This broken.

“Fucking answer me, Jean!” Rose almost shrieks. “Aren’t you happy? Isn’t this what you fucking wanted? I finally did the right thing!”

“God fucking damn it, Rose! You think I wanted you to call it off? You have no idea how many times I begged Niccolo and Pieck to cover for your ass when you were out with Eren! The amount of times I tried to call Aunt Carla on where he was after everything that happened earlier!” Jean got up on his feet and argued with his sister.

Rose was speechless, but still managed to listen to her twin with the fogginess in her mind, and her scratchy throat. “It’s too fucking obvious how much he was willing to sacrifice just to make you happy and you actually have the audacity to think that I’d be happy seeing you heartbroken after you called it off with him? Get a fucking grip, Elaine!” Jean yelled back.

“After seeing you two spend time together, Eren made it absolutely fucking clear that he was serious about you and that he wanted to be better for you because he knew how much Papa didn’t like him.” Jean calmed down a bit after seeing more tears falling from Rose’s cheeks.

“For fuck’s sake, Elaine. He already got my blessing ages ago.”

Jean’s words seemingly drop like a bomb in the room. Rose, who has been running on sheer adrenaline these past few hours, stumbles and sits on her bed. “What?”

Jean sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were doing good enough just because you’re dating Eren. But, fuck, Rose, he treats you like a princess. A queen, even. Never ever tell him I’ve said this, but I haven’t seen someone as loving and devoted as him. Fuck, he makes me feel pressured to be a good boyfriend. Sure, he can be shitty sometimes, but—but he’s perfect for you, Elaine. If anything, giving you his number is probably one of my accomplishments in your life.”

Rose shakes her head. “No, no this can’t be real. You were always so insistent on hating him.”

“Well, you are my twin. You’re my other half.” Jean’s eyes are soft. “I’m never gonna let him go easy, but I wasn’t planning on him leaving. I honestly wouldn’t trust any other man with you, Elaine. And I swear I’m not just saying these things cause you’re crying. I’ve welcomed him as a part of our life a long time ago.” 

Rose feels the tears stream down her face before she realizes it. “But… but how can I fix it now? It’s over, Jean. He saw me say I’d break up with him in a heartbeat for my family.” 

“You don’t know him like I do, Ellie. You’d think he was just gonna let you go like that after everything you’ve been through with him? No. Eren’s a pushy kind of guy. Same kind of pushy when he asked me if he could screw you on your 19th.”

Rose widens her eyes. “You… you weren’t supposed to know that, wait. What?”

“Believe it or not Rose, he actually asked permission from me that night. Why do you think I kept quiet about you struggling to walk the next day?” Jean raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed against his chest. Rose’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

“Anyways, Eren’s pushy. He loves you a lot, and he’s gonna want you back for sure. You made him soft, actually. It’s disgusting. He’s not really mad, you just think so because this is the first time you’ve seen him like this.” Jean comments further.

“But—but he isn’t answering my calls. He just stormed out—”

“Uncle Levi followed him via motorcycle. He’s downstairs talking with Papa.” 

“Oh,” Rose says breathlessly, her world spinning. “I—what?”

Jean laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We all tried to run after him, and well, Uncle Levi just does it best. Eren will understand, especially since he’s with Papa now. If I were you, I think you should go freshen up and talk to him.” 

Rose looks at Jean for a long, hard moment. A million unspoken emotions seem to pass between them all at once.

“You swear you mean it? That Eren’s good enough for you? That you’re okay with us?” 

Jean rolls his eyes fondly before ruffling her hair. “It’s Eren we’re talking about. I wouldn’t fucking lie for him, Rose. I mean all I said. You’re good for each other.”

Rose, about to burst into tears again, engulfs him in a hug. “Thank you. Thank you,” she whispers. 

“Anything for you, Elaine.” Jean rubs her back soothingly. “Although, I guess I did lie for him when he wrecked you like a train. I did not want to explain any part of that to our parents.” 

“JEAN!”

-

Eren feels like he’s been in the bedroom of his girlfriends’ parents for a year with Erwin’s silence. He’s about to start saying his prayers with the intensity of Erwin’s stare when, finally, the older man speaks.

“I used to think things wouldn’t work out between you, I’ll admit that.” 

Eren’s breath hitches. Here comes the inevitable.

“But—let me finish, Eren.” Erwin sensed the hesitation in Eren’s face. “There have been many incidents where you’ve proven yourself to me and her mother that you want nothing but the best for Elaine.” He spoke with understanding and relaxedness.

“I mistook you for someone in my own past, and I don’t want to add more pressure onto you. Especially on Elaine. She’s… been through a lot and I can’t emphasize that enough.”

Eren was then taken to many flashbacks of Rose crying onto him late in the night. School, family, their relationship, and how everything simultaneously gave her stress. He didn’t want to add onto that.

“There’s no doubt that I underestimated how far you were willing to sacrifice for Rose, and I want to apologize for that. I was just… terrified about Rose’s future and how things will turn out once she moves out and she’s on her own now.” Erwin states. He puts a hand on Eren’s shoulder.

“But it looks like she’s going to be in good hands given your unconditional devotion for her, Eren.”

Eren seems to process the words in slow motion. But it looks like she’s going to be in good hands.

“I—” Eren tries to find his voice, “do you mean that?”

“Eren, not all lawyers lie.” Erwin chuckles. “I’ll miss being the main man in Rose’s life, yes, but I also know that she’s old enough to make good decisions. And you are a good decision.”

Eren feels a lump behind his throat but pushes it down. “I—this really means a lot, Uncle Erwin. I-I swear.” 

“Well, just don’t mess things up.” Erwin stands. “We both just want the best for Rose. Do your part well.”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Did you really just say that?” Helene laughs. “Eren, there’s no need to be formal. We’re sorry for causing you and Rose a lot of stress lately, but we care about the both of you deeply. You’re family now.”

“Yes, and only if you promise to talk things out.” Jean is suddenly walking through the door, a familiar figure lingering behind him by the door frame. “Jaeger, do you love my sister?” 

Eren blinks in surprise. “Of course, Jean. Why the hell would I be here otherwise?”

Jean rolls his eyes. “See, you heard that, Elaine?”

Rose peeps from behind her twin. Erwin chuckles as he remembers how nothing changed, with Rose always following Jean around. She stared at her Papa before looking back at Eren momentarily, then back to Jean. She really can’t handle eye contact when it comes to the other.

Erwin stood up and walks up to the twins before dragging Jean by the nape. “Come on Jean, allow them to make up.”

“Papa—”

“Jean Felix?”

Jean sighs. “Alright.” He lets go of Rose’s hand before encouraging her to go to Eren.

“I’ll go ahead too. We’ll meet you downstairs. Take your time.” Helene hums, patting Rose on the head before going out.

The tension in the silence feels foreign to Rose. She’s always felt comfortable just existing and being around Eren, but the energy between them now is anything but that. 

It feels like an eternity before she manages to say, “Eren, I’m—” 

“Rose,” Eren cuts her off, “God, Rose, I’m so sorry for running off.”

“It’s okay.” Rose sways on her feet. She hates how they’re suddenly feeling awkward around each other. “Did it help? Letting off some steam?”

“Well, Levi dragged me back here, so I wouldn’t say it was fully therapeutic.” Eren shrugs, and they both chuckle. When the silence starts to feel heavy again, Rose clears her throat.

“Eren… about what I said earlier. About what you heard—I’m sorry.”

Eren’s eyes soften as he closes the distance between them. “Princess, what would you even have to be sorry for?”

Rose bites her lip in calculation. She really can’t form words in front of him, can she? She looks elsewhere as if the walls of her parents’ room were more interesting to look at.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me give you up. When I can’t even do it in a million years. That I did it just to keep you out of the mess my parents have with you.”

Eren looks at Rose in observation. He knows she can’t stand to look at him, especially in these kinds of conditions, so he lets her talk.

“It’s—” she cuts herself off from talking. “Never mind.”

“Hey,” Eren says, and he says it so softly that Rose is about to crumble then and there. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

“Fuck you,” Rose says, though there’s no true malice. “I’m such a mess and you’re being all calm.”

“Well, your father helped me see things better,” Eren admits. “Rose, my darling, my baby, there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I took off too soon without clarifying. If anything, I’m at fault. I should’ve waited for you.”

“And I should’ve fought for you more!” Rose loathes how her voice cracks, how her vulnerability is seeping through. But she can’t help herself—the thoughts have been bubbling in her head since she left her parents’ bedroom hours ago. “I gave up so fucking quickly on us, Rennie. Why aren’t you mad? You deserve to be. I was being an idiot and I could’ve lost you completely.”

“Rose, look at me.” Eren calmly told her.

Rose shakes her head, now looking down with sniffles coming out of her. She tries containing herself but she knows she can’t.

“Rose, come here. Please?”

As if she memorized the entire room, Rose easily walked to where Eren was and sat down next to him on the bed. He gently pried her face with his warm hands, familiar enough to her that he wanted her to let him in.

“Déjame entrar, prinsesa. Please.” He calmly asks her.

Rose feels shivers up her spine, Eren’s Spanish always managing to leave her weak in the knees. Eren leans forward, slowly, gently, and Rose feels a dam exploding inside her heart. 

“Rose, my darling,” he mumbles, pressing his lips against hers. It’s warm and lovely and everything Rose loves about him. It’s a good five minutes of sweet, unrelenting bliss, and Rose is able to lose herself in those moments. 

“Rose, please don’t ever be this hard on yourself,” Eren says when they pull apart, Rose already (and unfortunately) missing his touch. “If anything, you should be proud of yourself. I’ve never met someone like you who is so dedicated to her family, who is willing to do anything for them at the expense of her own happiness. You’re the bravest, sweetest, loveliest girl. And I’m so damn lucky to have you.”

Rose sniffles and smiles momentarily before wrapping Eren in a comforting hug. He gladly entertains it as he puts a hand on the back of her head, and his other hand on the small of her back. He presses kisses to her temple as he accepts his princess whole.

“Tu eres suficiente, Rose. More than. I can’t emphasize that enough.” Eren looks at Rose directly in her eyes as they break the hug. She nods in agreement as she kisses his cheek.

“Don’t you ever think I can replace you with any guy my parents have told me to look at,” Rose suddenly tells him in a playful yet strict way, judging by how she points a finger at Eren. “You’re all I need to get me through my life.” Eren smiles, a pink blush forming on his cheeks. Rose likes the look of it on him. “Well, I’ll be glad. I would’ve spent the next few days fighting to get you back, anyways. I’m sure I won’t lose to anyone.”

“Hey.” Rose elbows him playfully, though there’s no malice. The heaviness in her heart starts to fade; it was as if Eren alone simply knew her heart—every part of it—and knew how to handle it more than anyone else. “If I haven’t said it enough, my prince, I love you. I love you so much it hurts.”

Eren plants a kiss on top of Rose’s head. “I love you more, mi prinsesa. There’s no one I’d rather be with in this life, or in any other life.”

Rose elbows him again as she feels the streams of tears start to fall down again. “God, Eren, how do you do that?”

“How do I do what, love?”

“Understand me in all the best ways.” She rests her head on his shoulder. They fall into an easy silence then, because there’s no other way to fill the void. 

That is, until a knock frantically disturbs the silence. “Oi! Are you lovebirds done?”

[its-karkalicious-baby]

OP you make a valid point but I want you to consider.

Sans and Reigen share a single quality that makes it entirely plausible for them to anime battle over the mantle of Sexyman:

Commitment to The Bit (TM)

people drawing sans and reigen having an anime battle… stop it.. this isn’t them… the only reason reigen ever fights people is for self defense & for his students we all know otherwise he’d haul ass and run away. meanwhile sans is lazy af and the only reason he fights the player is if you literally kill everyone in the entirety of the game. fighting isnt in their heart… the people who are drawing reigen and sans getting married should do it more though

[nameless-shrimp]

(𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒) 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 — RINDOU HAITANI ♡

↳ PAIRING: (Bonten! Timeskip!) Rindou Haitani x F! Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 3.6k

↳ WARNINGS: no spoilers, heavy swearing, fluff/domestic sweetness, Rindou is a cutie here, mentions of baby talk and having a future family, lots of adorable content, heavy grammar errors, slight crack/humor

↳ SYNOPSIS: Rindou believes that you want to have a child with him, and it takes him some time to process the hints.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i was gone for like two weeks but i lowkey wrote this on the down low. this wasn't meant to be poetic, it's supposed to be cute and happy and i hope it makes you smile, honestly <3 take care of yourself, and yes, it's christmas themed, sorry not sorry

Music blaring from the rented out bowling alley, where the slips of shoes tapped along the polished floor. Mikey specifically stated to the workers that the place would be in top shape; freshly mopped much for his childish members to enjoy the little bits of life where—for once—no speck of blood would shatter across the walls. Rather so, the only hints of crimson would be the sweetly wrapped mistletoes and red ribbons decorating the entire windows.

“Sanzu, watch it,” Kokonoi quipped, gripping on the orange bowling ball. “Act like a fucking maniac and you just might slip on your bowling shoes, somehow.”

Mikey tied his shoes, taiyaki deep within his mouth. “Cahn yew pwease naht?”

Ran chuckled, murmuring into his drink. “Repeat that, boss.”

Shaking his head, platinum hair shining beneath the yellow hues, Mikey took out his treat before sighing. “Kokonoi rented out the place to have a good time. Don’t fuck this up. Just have fun.”

Sanzu cried out a laugh, placing a palm on his forehead. “Miiikey, are you saying the way we kill the rats in our organization is not fun? I tend to have a pleasant time.”

“Oi,” Kakucho called out. “Sanzu, would you please roll the ball? S’been your turn for quite some time.”

Rindou watched the events played out—where Sanzu laughed in a manically manner when his ball ended up in the gutter, Ran eyeing his every movements only to cause the younger brother to fidget, and Kokonoi being the stubborn ass he was to keep his dangling jewelry on despite the possibility of them flying off. Such moments were rare; he believed he should’ve paid more attention to the current present, though his eyes trailed along the tinges of gold ribbons wrapped around the arm rest.

His exhausted eyes were fading into nothing but the shimmer, only to have him trail back to the memories of where you’d talk about the most shocking topic to his ears: a baby.

Let alone, you discussed different pacifiers and clothes for a baby to wear, not showing a care to his shocked state at the time. (With the empty milk carton in his hand, and the filled-up cereal in his bowl, he only stared at you in awe before you bid your farewell to the shared bedroom.)

A deer in the headlights, he was. And Rindou desperately eyed your phone contact, debating if he should’ve cried out how crazy the idea of a baby talk was. Nonetheless, his heart pounded uncontrollably; as if the screams of the traitors in Bonten weren’t meant to frighten his spirit, but—a baby? Rindou felt his knees quiver at the thought.

“Something’s wrong,” Mikey perked up, causing Rindou’s eyes to widen. “You don’t wanna play.”

“Huh?” Rindou’s eyes rolled. “M’not in the mood.”

“I asked to rent out the whole bowling alley for all of us,” Mikey said, wiping his lips covered in crumbs. “At least get a drink or something.”

“Not feeling it.”

“Dearest brother,” Rindou groaned underneath his breath at Ran’s voice, where the older sibling threw his palms on the younger one’s shoulders, causing Rindou to duck his head further into his lap. “Trouble in paradise with dearest Y/N, I have a hunch, yeah?”

“What’d you do now?” Mikey murmured, eyes squinting at the scoreboard above them.

Rindou looked up after shooting a glare at Ran, raising a brow. Sanzu was ahead of them all. ‘How the fuck?’ he thought.

“I didn’t do anything,” Rindou argued, rubbing his nose. “Quit thinkin’ I always do something wrong in my relationship.”

“Okay, then what’s wrong?” Mikey asked, rolling his head back.

“Nothing.”

“Smell that?” Ran grinned cheekily, tapping Rindou’s nose before he jumped away from the younger brother’s slap. “I smell bullshit. You got everyone here cornered in your thoughts. You have no choice but to spill, lil’ bro.”

“We aren’t thirteen anymore, you fuck.”

Mikey blinked. “Ran still called you that when you were—”

“Can everyone, like, shut the hell up and leave me alone?” Rindou quipped, standing up before grabbing onto the sky blue bowling ball Sanzu cheerfully handed to him. Kokonoi watched in amusement, sitting next to Kakucho, who they both sent displeased looks at the scoreboard of Sanzu—miraculously—beating everyone with him in the lead.

Rindou’s hands shook, where he stared at the ball in his hand and his mind wandered to an uncomfortable paradise of seeing you in front of him, going on about buying new clothes for a newborn and toys for a child to play with. ‘Fucking hell,’ he swore mentally, shaking his head. His life wasn’t suited for a child—no way. As if Rindou was prepared to hold the responsibility of a younger one with his criminal occupation, yet. It could work—perhaps, sure. Maybe. ‘Shit, shit, shit—’

“Rin, you going or what, man?” Kakucho asked, raising his brows.

“M’going, damn,” Rindou’s lips perked in annoyance. “You guys are impatient today, huh?”

“How about you just say what’s on your mind for once?” Kokonoi chuckled, resting his head against his palm.

Rindou turned around, scrunching his nose, eyeing a very witty Ran beneath the bowling chairs, who sucked on his straw like the innocent bastard he was. Closing his eyes, Rindou looked down, clutching onto the bowling ball.

“Baby.”

The members gawked at him in uncertainty. “Come again?” Sanzu stared at him, lips parted.

Rindou growled underneath his breath. “Y/N… wants a baby.”

Dead silence. The room was sucked into an infinite void of nothing but pitter-patter of the workers staying away from them in the background. And at one point, like that, Sanzu let out a boisterous laugh; a man indulging himself in nothing but fine entertainment right on the tip of his nose. And Ran chucked a palm to his mouth, clearly standing up with delicate amusement twinkling his eyes.

“No fucking way,” Kokonoi laughed, slapping a palm to his knee. “You gon’ knock her up?”

“Shut it,” Rindou gritted his teeth.

“M’gonna be the best uncle for you, lil’ bro, just wait,” Ran declared, reaching for his box of cigarettes in his back pocket. “Gonna spoil your little brat with toys and shit.”

“I’ll make that future kid of yours watch what I do,” Sanzu grinned, turning away to walk to Ran so he could steal a cigarette. “Gotta keep ‘em entertained.”

“You’re serious?” Mikey blinked, eyes digging deep into Rindou’s hollow stare.

“You guys won’t shut it, huh?” Rindou sighed deeply, debating on throwing the bowling ball to the ceiling in the urge of releasing his frustration. “Conversation’s done.”

“Oh,” Sanzu pouted. “Can’t end it there, pretty boy.”

Ran snickered in mirth. “He’s right, Rin. Can’t spill news like that and expect us not to say some shit about it.”

“Did she like—tell you or something?” Kakucho asked, tilting his head.

Rindou bit his bottom lip. “No, she hinted at it.”

“How so?”

“Out of nowhere, at like fucking three AM last night, she talked about buying baby clothes and all these toys,” Rindou groaned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I was too shocked to say anything. And then she just went to bed without saying another word.”

Mikey raised a brow. “You didn’t talk about it to her this morning?”

Rindou shook his head. “No, boss. Couldn’t. Said she needed to run to the baby store to look at some stuff since apparently some bibs were on sale.”

“So, why are you so worked up?”

“Why?” Rindou retorted, careful to watch his tone with his boss. “M’not suited enough for the baby shit. It’s too dangerous for a child.”

“Okay,” Mikey said, dangling his feet on the chair. “But Y/N wants a baby. Do you?”

“I mean... I’m not opposed to it.”

“I see, ‘kay,” Kokonoi snorted, fighting back an eye roll. “Why’re you bitchin’ about it then?”

“I am not,” Rindou snapped, furrowing his eyebrows before shaking his head. “Do you see the shit we do? Ran tried to kiss me with blood all over his face after the last guy we took out—do you really think a child is suited for my job?”

Kakucho grunted, biting into his cigarette before shaking his head—mind wandering into no damns given throughout his tousled brain. “Y/N loves you, even through everything you’ve done and she knows what you do.”

Ran snickered, twirling his tongue around the straw before throwing his head back. “Everyone knows you’d give Y/N the entire world.”

Mikey sighed while eyeing the scoreboard. “Just talk to her.”

Rindou nodded. Truly, he knew he was a man capable of his words. Wanting to sacrifice everything even if it meant for the smallest bits of your happiness to crack through the peeps of his eyes. At least, a meaningful conversation about his future child wouldn’t hurt, much from what he anticipated.

The clank of bowling pins clattered from a distance, where Rindou’s eyes widened in discomfort once Sanzu hit another careless strike, and he clapped his hands merrily in front of the others.

Jaw-dropped, Kokonoi scoffed. “You serious, Sanzu? It was Rin’s turn.”

Sanzu grinned; scars prominent on each end of his lips. “It’s a turkey.”

“A what?”

“We are bowling, you dumb fuck. Do you not know what a turkey is?”

Rindou blocked the meaningless conversation out of his head, where he dragged his feet across the polished floor, and he nearly fell into the bench. Ran clicked close to his side, chuckling while Rindou quivered from his older brother’s nose pokes.

“You gonna tell her, right, baby bro?”

Rindou scoffed, waving Ran’s hand away. “Please. Can you not?” He quipped, rubbing his eyes, only hoping that an undesirable headache wasn’t peeking in. “M’gonna talk to her tonight or tomorrow. As soon as possible, at least.”

Kokonoi whistled, snapping his fingers. “Good,” he said, lips soon pursing into a greedy grin. “‘Cause I’ll spoil the shit out of your kid, Rin. M’gon’ be the best damn uncle!”

Sanzu laughed—the heavy patter of bowling pins falling to the floor echoed once more. “Ha! I’ll have another fucking turkey soon!”

“Enough with your gobble, gobble shit!”

Rindou attempted to keep his thoughts in a gentle ease; a wave slowly dragging itself to the shore. Though, at night, and throughout the Bonten meetings, his legs shook at the thought of having a child with you. Such a big commitment, only to have his heart jump in nothing but excitement and adrenaline highs of picturing a perfect family with you.

Although, he couldn’t keep his anxiety tucked away easily. Alas, a wave was bound to get stronger, heavier—and bigger.

Metal bowl doused with ingredients, such as green onions and carrots. Rindou stared down at his hands, covered with sesame oil and vegetables—and the brief humming of your voice fading out into the background. Dumplings. At least, you wanted to eat some for the night, and Rindou figured he’d offer to help prepare them before steaming them to a perfect pitch, only to settle into the mood of the big talk.

‘A baby… with me?’ He thought, eyes wandering into the feverish green in the bowl. At one point, the sweetness of your voice mellowed down to a foggy haze. Rindou kept his thoughts lost—especially on the topic, mostly because was he ready? A man old enough around his age was capable of much more, let alone, a child. But with his occupation, and Ran’s asshole schenagians—was a baby possible in his life?

“Rin?”

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he gulped. An innocent smile appeared on his lips, where you pecked him once before trailing back to the sink.

“Hey, baby, I—uh,” Rindou spoke, looking back before darting his eyes into the bowl.

“Yeah?” You called out from behind; water splashing in the background.

“Um, ‘was gonna talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” You responded. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Not at all, angel—uh,” Rindou bit his bottom lip to prevent it from quivering. “S’gonna sound kinda weird and out of nowhere.”

His eyes widened when his lap started to feel moist from your hands drizzled in bits of water, and Rindou gazed down at the vegetables mixed around his fingers, only to have you chuckle against his back. Citrus scent easing into your voice; a tone so seraphic only meant for him to bear witness on the most casual domestic days.

“You can always talk to me, Rin,” he felt your lips curve into a smile as you giggled from behind. He mentally thanked himself for keeping his hair at a longer length—only to have you not catch a glimpse of the redness itching his skin. “I love you, and I will always want to talk everything out with you.”

‘So fucking kind, I don’t deserve you.’

“Ah, so um,” Rindou gulped. “You went out to buy bibs the other day, right? How’d that go?”

“Well, I got some toys and bibs,” you said casually, he felt your shoulders shake. “Kind of went with what I think would’ve been best for me, you know?”

‘For… you?’

Rindou’s teeth gritted; the truth had already been dropped from that subtle hint. So, he cleared his throat, while fighting back a lip bite. “Think of any baby names?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well, no… not really?”

Your tone sounded off to him, almost as if the conversation was too dumb to even fall into play. No matter. And Rindou sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Let’s go out on a date this weekend.”

Your grip around his waist loosened. “That’s random. What’s the occasion?”

“What?” He snickered. “Can’t I take my beautiful and charming woman out on a date? Especially since the streets are covered with Christmas lights now. Might as well take a walk and go shopping.”

You giggled loudly, keeping Rindou’s heart blessed with nothing but laughs filled with purity.

“Well, I won’t refuse that offer!”

Ran always spoke to Rindou about opening up his emotions, where Rindou had grown more comfortable in doing so knowing that he found you to be his perfect match. The one that was frolicking along the fields in his heart—also the one that always took care of his wounds every time he came home like a soldier surviving a battle. Never did he picture having a family with you right away, even before he could fiddle a ring around your finger.

As time eased on, Rindou found himself looking at more articles about becoming a father and different sales at the nearest stores about baby items. The idea slowly grew into his head—nothing but his future child and you, soon to be his wife, could ever keep him separated from this world. ‘My own family,’ he’d think, where Ran cheered on about becoming an uncle right at the tip of his nose.

Throughout the streets, Rindou purposefully took you to the nearest stores, only to have you glance at nothing but decorated Christmas trees and fake presents laid out for the purpose of ornamented interior. He’d drag you along the baby aisles, casually whistling at the colored t-shirts.

(He really enjoyed the “daddy’s favorite” shirt, but he didn’t say anything about it.)

“Come with me, love,” Rindou chuckled, grabbing your hand before you could protest his weird outbursts of baby fever. Both of you walked further into the streets; Christmas carols echoing through the outside speakers along with the flickering lights of sweet yellows from up above. The snow trickled down; Rindou felt more at ease each second that passed by.

Childishly, he ran up the stairs before grabbing ahold of your waist to pull you up. Your laughter rang his ears, only to have him blur out you calling out his name in his mind. Rindou became distracted, watching the gigantic Christmas tree that stood in the middle of the empty park—what was once green on the ground now dusted to a white blanket.

“Oh, wow,” you smiled, looking up. “It’s so beautiful…”

“Just like you,” he smiled, placing his hands on your ears. “You’re cold.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t think I was.”

“Such sass, damn,” Rindou chuckled, keeping his hands tucked on your ears. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Ah,” your eyes rolled. “My Prince Charming.”

“Damn right.”

Rindou took note of your happiness, always debating on putting his own right before yours first. Not that he wanted a lot for Christmas, with the upcoming holiday blasting the music throughout the streets and the windows were covered with dangling lights of reds and greens. Much more than he realized, with one shared glance at you, Rindou found it in his heart to acknowledge a warmer embrace rather than the bittersweet cold.

You looked up at the Christmas tree, twinkling in the dark underneath the kisses of snow trailing from the navy sky. Quickly, he threw his arms around your waist, ducking his forehead to your shoulder. Not even wanting to kiss for snow—only hoping that he’d keep your presence underneath his own mistletoe at all times, throughout the year; smile beaming in nothing but enchantment.

“Baby,” he murmured, causing you to look at him. Eyes widening in holiday purity. And Rindou smiled, keeping his fingers trailing along your cold cheek—tips of his fingers covering with harsh frost. “Whatever you want this year, I’ll give it to you, ‘kay?”

You grinned, closing your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re with me. That’s all I want for Christmas.”

He blinked, chuckling at your words. Always so divine with the fluidity of your tone—it never failed to catch him at a lovestruck gaze. “You’re sweet, love, but I’m ready,” Rindou gulped, rubbing his hands on your back.

Blinking, your head tilted. “Ready… for?”

He sucked in a breath. “A baby.”

You blinked again, lips parting. Rindou grinned, feeling the high rush of excitement take him by the knees. But then your face faltered into nothing but bliss—rather so, you stared at him blankly, jaw-dropping from the impact of the given bombshell that came out of his words.

“Ah… what?”

Rindou’s eyes enlarged. “A baby. You and me. We’ll have a family togeth—”

“I heard you, but—” your teeth gritted, causing you to nervously chuckle with a hand scratching the back of your neck. “Are you serious?”

“With you, of course. You’d be the best mo—”

“Rindou,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders. “What?!”

This reaction was not what he expected. In hopes of seeing your sweet smile glisten underneath the Christmas lights have vanished into nothing but a face devoid of color and a, rather, prostrated gaze in return to his words.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Wait—did you not want a baby?”

“Wh—no?!” You forced out an awkward laugh. “I never told you I wanted one, did I?”

“No, but—but, hold on,” Rindou held up an index finger, attempting to catch his breath. He nearly tripped underneath the snow building up near his feet. “What was all that baby talk you had before? And looking at all the bibs, pacifi—”

“Oh,” you blinked. “My friend recently announced her pregnancy, so I’ve just been trying to find the best gifts for her when everything’s on sale right now.”

Rindou stared at you.

‘You couldn’t… have said that to begin with…?’

“Wait… so you don’t…”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, slapping your forehead shamefully. “I—I should’ve told you that. I must’ve gotten you freaked out and all that, huh?”

Rindou rubbed his eyes, keeping his head down. “No, it’s just—I was kind of looking forward to having a—a baby, yeah?”

Your lips tightened. “Rin, we’re not even married yet.”

“I know, but I thought you—” Rindou stopped himself before shaking his head, slowly throwing his arms around your neck as he exhaled deeply; hands shaking unsteadily. “I just want to let you know that I want a family with you.”

Slowly, your arms wrapped around his body cautiously. “Really?”

“Yes, baby,” he grinned, closing his eyes happily. “Doesn’t have to be now, but—I want a family with you eventually.”

You sighed. “I’d be a good mom?”

“The best mom,” Rindou laughed. “Ran’s gon’ be the “best uncle”, he said. Koko too; promised toys and all that. Even Mikey looked happy—told him that he’d get to play with my future kid. Haven’t seen him smile like that in a while.”

With your heart drifting away in bliss, your nose buried itself further into his chest. Rindou took note of your physical reaction, only to have his arms tighten around you before he threw an arm behind his back, fiddling his fingers into one of his pockets.

“A family, huh?” You chuckled, where Rindou placed his lips on your forehead.

“Only with you, angel, of course,” he responded, eyes fluttering to a close; sweet nothings flowing out from his lips. “Gonna have to marry you soon, then.”

“Ah,” you smiled. “I wonder when that will be.”

It was all a good feeling, especially for Rindou. The cheerful antics of his future visits to Ran’s house with his child holding his hand by his side, along with Rindou’s giddy smile whenever he’d share a glance with his baby. And the time of year couldn’t have been more endearing, though the news had been misunderstood, at least he recognized his worth for a short while.

Rindou grinned happily, letting out a laugh before dipping his forehead into your shoulder.

With happiness bound to be on the way, at least you remained to be close to his side.

Only to keep his excitement on edge—with a bliss of silver shuffling around his fingers.

“Very soon, my love.”

tags: @spoofybun @sonder-paradise @duckiichan @nullified-kiss @ravenina14 @3-am-depression @manjirose @feralfordazai

[yourdeepestfathoms]

I’m lowkey curious how Ocean would react to/cope with/adapt to losing sight in one eye. Do you have any headcanons or fic plans in the same continuity?

yes!! i’m definitely wanting to write a sequel where Ocean deals with having to be half-blind! i actually have a horror book idea that features an entire cast of characters that only have one eye, so this’ll be a fun way to start looking into that topic more!

i’ve already done a bit of research on this topic (see: the mention of the book), so i know a little about it, but i’m gonna do more to make it as accurate as possible.

until that fic comes out, here’s some little headcanons i have for the concept:

- she’s left eye dominant. her left eye is the one that lost its vision. she’s fucked if she ever wants to play golf.

- depth perception? thrown off completely

- constantly stubbing her toe because she doesn’t always see the table leg or something like that

- makes herself a bowl of cereal. pours the milk all over the floor because she missed the bowl (see her poor depth perception) (i witnessed one of my RAs, who is blind in one eye, do this before at breakfast, and he looked so baffled when he realized he didn’t make it in the bowl)

- seriously, she’ll pour something So Confidently, and then will just Miss

- if someone comes up on her left side and doesn’t say anything, she won’t know they’re there

- can’t drive. ever.

- becomes horribly depressed because of her vision loss but tries to endure it herself on her own (like usual) because she feels like the help from the choir is just pity, and she HATES pity

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[hood-ex]

you know, considering how much the webtoon seems to take from fanon... I'm dreading the moment Dick will show up. Bet he will be obsessed with cereals, hugs and smiles and rainbows and family bonding time, unable to cook or function like an adult and just basically be a man-child. I saw a picture and he was far away but he looked like he had bad fashion. So yeah, dreading.

I saw some previews from it with him wearing Superman merch. Dick unknowingly making Bruce jealous with his love for Superman is the only headcanon/fanon thing I'll accept because it's so accurate to real life in that people are like, "Haha! These kids think I'm the best!" and then another cool adult comes along that the kids are stoked about and the OG people are lowkey jealous that they're not the favs anymore. I worked in Pre-K, trust me, it's a thing lmao.

I desperately want to reclaim cereal from fanon Dick stans because, no, I don't want Dick to be all, "I only eat cereal! That isn't sugary enough for me! My kitchen is full of cereal!" Like, no, fuck that.

I want tired Dick dragging his feet into his apartment and internally screaming at the thought of having to stand for more than five minutes in order to make himself a meal, and I want him to stand in the middle of his kitchen for way too long while he contemplates what to eat before sighing and going for his bowl and a NORMAL type of cereal like Cheerios. And him getting slightly upset because what he really wants is something hot and filling but he's too tired to make it or order something.

This is all part of my soft boi Dick agenda where he sits on his counter in his hoodie and dejectedly eats his stupid cereal because he's too fucking sore and tired to put effort into anything else.

[yuurivoice-headcannon-central]

Last one for today from me (probably) how would Charlie Al and seth comfort listener and yes I have been obsessed with Charlie way too much as of late what fucken of it/lh

oKAY

I can DEFINITELY DO THIS FOR YA MATE SO BUCKLE IN CUZ HERE WE MCFUCKIN GOO

Ch a r li e--

if you're crying,, oh hun

you're gon have to give him a minute cuz he's accessing THE SHIT out of the situation and lowkey panicking at the same time

he'd have so many questions to ask you, but not know where tf to start cUZ BITCH--

YOU'RE UPSETTI AND POSSIBLY CRYING AND THAT'S A NO NO

so after a sec he's gon awkwardly try and calm ya down

"h-hey,, hey? it's uh, it's alright! don't worry,, p-please??"

and let me tell you, leT ME TELL YOU

he's gon be so slow with you

he'd slowly sit himself down beside you and let you crawl into his arms AND HE'D GENTLY RUB CIRCLES INTO YO ARMS BITCH

LET YOU LAY YOUR HEAD ON HIS CHEST OR LAP, ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU COMFY SWEETHEART <333

and he'd definitely, without a doubt let you borrow his sleeveless coat thingy or quickly snag you a blanket to burrito-fy yourself with

but if you end up not scooting closer to him, he'll gently rest against you until you do decide to snuggle into him for the sweet sweet RAT COMFORT

and this mans is pulling every card to try and distract you from whatever's stressin and/or messin' with ya

so prepare for the most horrific stand-up comedy of your life

"s-so umm,, I heard, I heard about this guy that got his right side-- no wait wait, that's not how it goes,, wait, was it? yeah, no,, no no

his left side! h-he go his left side cut off,, or something? and umm,,

I heard he's doing all right now, hah hah???"

he'd probably stop at some point when the dread of "ah shit, I'm just annoying them and making things worst start to kick in"

SO IF YOU WANT HIM TO STAY either

1) hold onto him,, this will encourage THE SHIT OUTTA HIM AND HE'LL STAY WITH YOU FOR FUCKIN HOURS

2) pipe into his lil shit show of comedy

"what was that joke with the uh,, sherlock and watson?"

"oh! the one alexa tells you,,? well, I'm pretty sure -d-don't, don't take my word on it, haha- it went something like--"

and he'll do all the talking you need to fill the silence and keep out any unnecessary thoughts with his stupid back-of-cereal-box jokes and random banter about who knows the fuck what

and now for ya boy Seth cuz I definitely don't have favorites shut the fuck up

/sigghhh

he,,

fuckin HE

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOIN BUT ALSO

LOWKEY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE DOIN' LIKE TF WHAT SIR HOW????

he's gon be REAL physically affectionate with ya, so I'm talkin cuddles, snacks, whatever the fuck ya need sugar he will provide

is GOING TO be spooning you or have you laying ontop of him so he can gently rub your back, stomach, arms wherever he can get his hands on

totally will stroke your hair though like,, prepare for the best head massages of your life

and he'll happily listen to whatever you have to rant out or just chill with you while listenin to some chill classic rock, ya know like,, fuckin blink-182 or some shit :p

will definitely be putting on something for you both to watch as ya'll snuggles n wuggles on the couch <33

just,,

asgsfssfsshgsa sUCH GOOD VIBES ALL ROUND BUCKOS

cue Seth tucking you into bed if you fall asleep ontop of him q3q

AND NOW FOR THE FINAL BOY

OUR PINK PASTEL SUGAR DIDDLE DUM PRINCE <3333

ya thought Seth was a cuddler?

hOnEY--

Al's a whole other story lolol

will REFUSE for you to leave his side

boo, you're staying there until you're a happy lil cupcake

no bads

only goods

and ya know what makes good?

C U D D L E S

SO CUDDLE UP SWEETIE

but snacks will always be a definite, ya'll ain't having snuggles without a nice bowl of m&ms or chips ahoy the soft ones specifically cuzthosearehtebestonesfightme

and just as our boy Seth would, Al will gladly hear you out on whatever ya need to let out and will pitch in his thoughts

which,, sometimes tend to slip out accidentally, but his responses tend to get a good chuckle outta ya

"seriously??? yeesh,, wonder how many skittles it'd take to drown out that kinda bullshit outt a fella--"

is secretly trying SUPER DUPER hard to get a smile out of ya, or at least lighten ya mood a lil :]]

WILL MAKE A PILLOW FORT FOR YOU

EVEN IF YA INSIST HE DON'T

HE FUCKIN WILL

YOU ARE BEING SPOILED TONIGHT YOU ABSOLUTE DIVINE BEING

[littlemisslipbalm]

“I know you, Harry Styles”

Summary: Your boss asks you to quarantine at his house to watch over the place and his dog. He then calls you let you know a friend of his has gotten stuck in Los Angeles and needs a place to stay, so he has offered his friend the home that you are also going to be staying at. His friend is Harry Styles. Harry and you get to know each other while you both navigate through this uncertain time. 

I’ve had this idea for awhile and im sorry if it’s a little late now, since strict quarantine has ended (lowkey might be coming back since california has been getting bad again), but still i really liked this and wanted to write it. Also look at how cute this sidelook from Harry is in this gif ^^ :) his nose is so slopey

It hasn’t been the easiest write so no worries if y’all hate it. I might do a part 2, but def no part 3 this time, unless it gets easier to write. 

Word Count: 4.5k | Warnings: mentions of quarantine and Coronavirus (pls take care if the situation is triggering to you), language, drinking 

Enjoy! (Feedback appreciated as always)

-

You weren’t sure what to say, you didn’t want to break that bliss of him not knowing you knew. “I,” you took a sip of wine, trying to gather a bit more courage, you then laugh meekly, “I, uh, know what you do.”

“Damn…” he said. Harry also took a sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the gulp. “I was still debating whether I’d say that I was a musician or an accountant, y’know, something random.” You smiled, Harry was funny, you decided. 

“You’d lie to me?” you said, a hint of flirtation behind your words.

“Oh no, never.”

-

You were living in Los Angeles when the Coronavirus outbreak first arrived in the United States and California went into quarantine. You lived in a pretty small apartment in Silver Lake and you weren’t excited to be cooped in there, alone for at least the two weeks they had just announced. The governor issued that everything would be shut down by morning and you had to admit you were a little stressed. Just as you were about to walk into your apartment and lock the door, ready to shelter in, your boss and friend of yours called.

“Hey Y/N,” David said quickly over the phone, “You know how I’ve just left for England two days ago and I’m already here. Well, since I’m not a U.S. citizen, I can’t come back. Which is fine, but I was just wondering if you’d mind quarantining at my house and just watching over it? Until I can get back?”

You sighed, “Oh my god, David. I’m so sorry.” “The U.S. announced their border closure so strangely, I couldn’t have known...But it’s fine, really, I’m actually kind of happy to be home.” You nodded as if he could see you.

“So do you think you can do it? I’ve been having my neighbor check in on my dog, daily, but I’d prefer a friend to be at the house with him right now.”

“Oh! Yeah of course, I’ll pack a bag and head over right now. I’m honestly relieved you’ve given me this offer. You’re house is fucking huge and my apartment is tiny.” David chuckled at your slow response but happy tone.

You were right, David did have a nice house. His place was up in the Los Angeles Hills, a place he’d inherited from a wealthy grandparent. It was definitely going to be an upgrade for quarantine. David’s place would make it easier to be alone because of his cute little dog around, a swimming pool, a beautiful kitchen, literally anything you could have asked for.  You drove up the long driveway, to the rustic house, David refused to call a classic 70’s mansion as much as you insisted upon it.

“Guess it doesn’t matter what I call it now, huh.” You said to no one. You pulled out your spare key, David had given to you for emergencies when you had started working directly under him. You opened the door and stepped inside to the empty mansion. Checkers, David’s dog came running up to you, pawing your legs and howling his tiny voice at your arrival. You smiled, setting down your bags and grabbing Checkers from the ground. “Hi, baby!” You swung him around and he licked your face adoringly. You ruffled his fur and then placed him back on the ground, he wasn’t more than eleven pounds.

Then you went to find your bedroom. You heard your footsteps echoing throughout the empty house and it definitely felt weird. Being alone, in this big house. You wondered why you had to keep convincing yourself it was so great. Then your phone rang for the second time today. David again. You threw your bags at the foot of the guest bed and walked back through the house to the main room adjoined to the kitchen, near the front door.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Y/N, thanks for picking up! And thank you for agreeing to watch the house -”

“Yeah, of course, I’m just settling in.”

“That’s great! But, I hope you don’t mind, a friend of mine has similar luck to me. He was just supposed to be in Los Angeles for a couple days, but he’s gotten stranded there and has nowhere else to go. He’s a good friend of mine and the house is most definitely big enough for two…” He trailed off, slightly anxious to put you out, when you had already been generous enough to leave the comfort of your own place during this stressful time. “So, I told him he could stay at mine, if he didn’t mind living with a stranger.”

“I’m the stranger?” You asked, slightly confused from what David was saying.

“Yeah, yeah I mean, I told him you were a friend and that you worked with me, obviously.” You laughed with some relief, “Ok, I’ve got you. That’s fine, more than fine, he’s got nowhere to go, it’d be rude of me to say no to him joining me in this mansion,” You got a little excited and emphasized the mansion.

David groaned, but finished, “Well, great! Because I’m pretty sure he’s already on his way. Bye!” The line went dead.

You wouldn’t say you were unhappy that you were going to be sharing the house. The loneliness of the empty house had grown daunting the minute you heard your footsteps. But you realized David hadn’t even given you the name of the man you were going to be living with for supposedly the next two weeks. As well, what if you and the man didn’t get along and were at each other’s throats for two weeks.

You shook the thoughts from your mind, trying not to make any presumptions. Then, you began to put away the groceries you had brought with you from your apartment and refilled Checkers’ water bowl.

Maybe twenty minutes after your phone call with David, informing you of your quarantine housemate, the doorbell rang and you jogged lazily to the foyer with the grand front door.

In front of you stood, a man with mop of dark brown hair on his head, some large green eyes, a nice outfit, and an array of tattoos peeking out from under different parts of his clothing. Wait- you thought - this isn’t some random tall, good-looking white guy. And then it dawned on you. David would be close friends with Harry Styles. This is so typical of that man. And for him to never tell you that before. That is especially David, trying to keep this guy all to himself.

“Hi, I’m David’s friend, he said he’d call ahead and let you know, I’m ‘Arry,” he rested one of his bags on the ground and reached out to shake your hand. You blinked your eyes, still a little surprised at who your roommate was going to be, but determined to be chill about it. You then reached out your hand to meet his. You took note of the largeness of his hands and how soft they were. His hand slid perfectly in yours and his eyes intensely gazed at you in the hallway.

“Yeah, he called, I’m Y/N.” You released his hand after realizing you still had hold of it, just a touch too long. You stepped aside to let Harry bring his things into the house. “Do you need any help with your bags?” You asked quickly, not wanting to seem rude. Harry turned to you as he had just stepped into the house and was exactly beside you, he quirked his head, “Oh no, I’m alright, no need to worry about me.”

“Okay,” you simply responded and walked back into the kitchen. You had left your phone in there and still had some things to organize, David didn’t keep his house as clean or organized as you liked it. You always set to work around his house whenever you came by, no matter his protests. Music was playing from your phone over the bluetooth speakers David had in the house, a mix of random songs for the month that you had compiled a couple weeks ago. It was a mix of your favorite artists: oldies and some newer stuff. You turned it up as you got to work.

Your music played loud enough that you didn’t hear Harry walk into the kitchen. “Hey,” he said. Startled, you flipped yourself to face him, discarding the box of cereal you were moving to be with the other cereals.

“What’s up?”

“I know we don’t know each other,” Harry started. You weren’t exactly sure where he was going with this. “And I’m fine if you don’t want to really interact, but I was actually kind of excited to find out that I wasn’t going to have to be all alone in this house for two weeks.”

Your lips quirked up in about a half smile as a soft chuckle came out. You rested back on the countertop behind you, feeling more relaxed at the rest of Harry’s statement. Harry stared at your figure still taking in the stranger in front of him. You seemed fairly laid back and he liked the music he heard from the speakers, assuming it was your selection.

“Oh. Yeah,” you began, scratching your head, “I know, I was excited to not have to be in my apartment, but then when I got here I got lowkey scared of being here with just myself and Checkers.”

“Wait, Checkers is here?” Harry’s mood and tone immediately picked up, looking excitedly around for the little dog. “I think he’s outside,” you said, crossing to one of the many back doors. You called for David’s dog, you and Harry’s third roommate, and he came leaping through the door.

He ran to Harry and Harry knelt to grab the dog and pick him back up. He twirled Checkers around over his head and kept repeating “Who’s a good boy” before placing the dog on one of the couches. On the couch, Harry playfully flipped the dog on his back and scratched his belly. Checkers wiggled and opened his mouth trying to nip playfully at Harry. Harry in turn put his head right near Checkers’ and shook his own fluffy hair in the dog’s face. Checkers went wild, loving the attention he was receiving.

After a bit, Harry let Checkers go and stood up, you had been watching on amusedly, “God, I love this dog, so fucking cute,” he said. You were surprised Harry knew David well enough to know his dog, but you dismissed it. Then, you laughed and agreed with him.

“Well, do you want to get to know each other over dinner tonight?” Harry inquired as you walked back into the kitchen, still trying to finish your self-given task of cleaning it up. “Sure, why not?”

-

It was the dinner time you and Harry had agreed upon. You had showered and unpacked over the past few hours. Harry, from what you knew, had done the same. You two hadn’t talked much more since he had suggested the dinner. The guest room he had chosen was on the second floor, like yours, just down the hall. After checking the time on your phone, you left your room and went downstairs. You found Harry on the couch with Checkers, reading a book. You tapped his shoulder from behind the couch and he turned his head to look up at you. “We said 7, right?” He snapped his book shut after raising her brows, coming out of a reading trance. “Oh, yeah,” he responded, rising from his seat and heading to the kitchen. You followed after him, “So what do you want to eat. I brought some groceries with me so we could cook something or there’s always take out.”

Harry opened the fridge, “Let’s make something, yeah?” He leaned back from the inside of the fridge and threw a smile to you over his shoulder. He was very confident and charismatic in person you had noticed just from the few odd moments you had spent with him already. You liked his music and felt like you should tell him you knew who he was, but you also liked the feeling you got that you were just two normal people living together for a little.

“Alright,” you began, walking to his side to look into the fridge as well, “Any requests, Harry?”

You looked up at his face, he was quite tall, taller than you had really thought. He was a really big figure up close, slightly intimidating if you were being honest. He simply demanded attention just with his presence, something strong emanating from him. You could see that strength in the lines of his jaw, lined in stubble, his green eyes set deeper in his head, the sinews in his neck. In every part of his body, there was strength, yet he spoke with a kindness about him. You were extremely interested in getting to know more about him, for this very reason. How could such a big, intimidating man in size and presence be known for being so kindhearted and in touch with himself and the world? What was his secret?

Harry simply began to remove various items from the fridge, placing them down on the island behind the two of you. He only said in response to your previous question, “Like Mexican?” You nodded and laughed, you’d grown up on Mexican food.

“I was thinking fajitas would be good, what do you think?”

“Yeah, absolutely, how can I help?”

Harry grinned at your attitude, he could tell you were the really fun, easy-going type of person. He was glad you weren’t being weird with him, even if he was a stranger. He finished taking the ingredients from the fridge and then gave you instructions on what he needed help with. The two of you set to work, this time it was Harry’s music playing over the speakers.

-

You sat at the dining table in the next room over from the kitchen and seating area. Harry had told you to go ahead as he finished your plates of food. Moments later, he walked into the room holding the plates. “Ta-da!” He exclaimed while presenting the two plates of food, that looked admittedly, very tasty.

He had changed his outfit from earlier and you were just now noticing. Earlier, it had been a striped dress shirt that he had dressed down with rolled up sleeves and half of the buttons undone, revealing a nice string of pearls, with navy high waisted trousers that cinched at his slender waist. Now, he was in a simple purple knit sweater and brown corduroy flares, still wearing the pearls around his neck. Neither of you were wearing shoes, both wearing only socks. And while Harry might consider that to be a more casual outfit, you were in leggings and a hoodie with a sun on it that you had thrifted awhile ago.

He sat down across from you after placing one plate on the placemat in front of you. The dining table was huge, meant for dinner parties and entertaining, not a traveler and a young employee. You took a bite and hummed in appreciation, but then said, “Wait.”

Harry stopped eating and looked at you, concerned there was something wrong with his cooking. “Red wine,” you stated. Harry’s worried face grew into a grin. “Red wine,” he echoed in agreement and nodded his head. You hopped up from your seat and ran into the kitchen, looking for the cabinet David kept his wine in.

After finding a reasonable Malbec, a favorite red of yours, you grabbed an opener, two glasses, and went back into the dining room where the munching Harry awaited. He was happily chewing his food as he gazed at you as you placed the glasses between your plates, uncorked the bottle with ease, and grabbed the glasses once more to pour the wine.

Finally, you sat down and said, “To whatever the fuck we are about to get ourselves into.” Harry laughed and offered a “Salud” in response. The two of your glasses clinked and you both drank, afterwards setting off to eat your food.

As you ate, you began to talk. Harry started, “So, you work with David?” while taking his fork and stabbing at a cooked bell pepper slice. You finished chewing, “Ah, yeah, he’s my boss. But we work pretty closely, I’m kind of like a personal assistant, but I do more than just his scheduling and errands.” Harry nods.

You weren’t sure what to say, you didn’t want to break that bliss of him not knowing you knew. “I,” you took a sip of wine, trying to gather a bit more courage, you then laugh meekly, “I, uh, know what you do.”

“Damn…” he said. Harry also took a sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the gulp. “I was still debating whether I’d say that I was a musician or an accountant, y’know, something random.” You smiled, Harry was funny, you decided. “You’d lie to me?” you said, a hint of flirtation behind your words.

“Oh no, never. I would’ve definitely just told you who I was if you didn’t know, but it’s nice to pretend for a little.” He grinned as he said the words, his elbow resting on the table with his wine glass in hand. You ate some more, letting his words linger in the air. It’s nice to pretend for a little.

“Well,” you finally said, “I won’t give you any special treatment, if that’s what you’re implying. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a guy staying at the same house as me. Doesn’t matter to me what you do to pay your bills.”

Harry liked that. You were very intriguing, the way you spoke to him. Especially now that he was sure that you knew about his music and celebrity. “You make it sound like I’m a sex worker or something naughty!” he said, feeling more comfortable with you with the more time that passed and the more wine he had.

“It’s kind of the same thing...providing a service - that your body is an essential part of providing it properly.” You stated smugly, looking over at Harry from behind the rim of your glass. “And there’s nothing wrong with sex workers,” you added.

“You’re right,” he stopped, wanting to continue the conversation, but confused how to move on from sex workers. “So what do you think of my music?”

“I thought you wanted to be treated like you weren’t a celebrity,” you countered.

“That’s out the window, c’mon,” he said, leaning forward.

“You just want me to boost your ego,” you smirked, liking the banter that was coming so easily between you two, “Like I said, I know you, Harry Styles.”

He scoffed at your teasing and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t actually annoyed, he was enjoying this. “Then you’re a fan, huh?” Not letting it go without you saying how you felt about his music.

“Fine,” you sang slightly, shifting in your seat. “Your music,” you paused again, enjoying Harry eager to hear your opinion and you being in control, “is better than a lot of other modern stuff considered good by today’s standards.”

“So you like it?” He said slowly. That was probably the most roundabout, vague compliment he had ever heard. He picked at his almost empty plate, still staring at you.

You tilted your head and placed it on your palm, looking to the sky as if you were thinking about his question hard. Finally, you shifted your head in your palm so you were looking at Harry wearily. Then you shut one eye and said, “I guess,” before shrugging your shoulders as if you didn’t care at all. Harry let a single blow of air out of his nose, like a short laugh, before standing and taking both of your plates. As he walked out of the room he whistled lowly, “You are such a tease, Y/N.”

He disappeared into the kitchen and you heard him cleaning up. You were about to call out to him and say how he didn’t have to do the cleaning since he did the majority of the cooking, but then your eyes fell to the half drunk bottle of wine. Normally, you’d re-cork it and drink the rest at a later date, but it was still early in the evening and you and Harry literally had nowhere to go. Also, the two of you hadn’t gotten past the work question of getting to know you. There was still a bit more to learn about each other and you were happy to continue to discuss over wine.

Harry reemerged from the kitchen and you held up the wine bottle to him and waved it, “We need to finish this.”

“Have I told you yet that I like the way you think?” Harry walked over and grabbed the bottle from your hand. He quickly poured both your glasses much fuller than the usual standard glass of wine. When you eyed him curiously about the heavy pour, he only shrugged practically saying it’s just us drinking it who cares if we fill up our glasses extra full.

“No you haven’t, but I like the way I think too! I’m very smart you know,” you said with some play in your voice as you walked through a doorway that led to the sitting room. Harry trailed behind, bringing the now less than full bottle with him. You both sat yourselves on the couch, a fair amount of space between the two of you, not too close, but not too far apart either.

You both took long gulps of the wine. You were starting to feel a little warm from it, but you enjoyed where the wine was taking your conversation so you weren’t planning on stopping. Harry’s big green eyes squinted slightly at you from behind his wine glass, similar to how you had done earlier. He lowered it and licked his lips. There was definite tension between the two of you right now. Maybe you both had realized the implications of being alone with a stranger for two weeks with no interruptions and no distractions. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating because all you wanted to do was keep teasing Harry and have him keep baiting you.

Harry asked a question suddenly, breaking the silent staring that had been going on. And the tension was broken the two of you continuing your getting to know you for the rest of the night. By eleven, the bottle was empty and forgotten on the coffee table and you and Harry had scooted closer. You had similar likes and dislikes when it came to music. You talked about fashion and what it was like to get to wear top designers all the time - Harry being the wearer, not you sadly. You asked him what it was like to tour and he asked you more about your job and living in Los Angeles, how it was to not walk around the place and be bombarded with people. Then, you circled back to travel.

“I’ve been lucky enough to travel a lot in my life, too. I traveled with my family as a kid and I made sure my job would have me traveling around, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry took the last sip of his wine and set the glass down, readjusting himself to lean on his arm on the couch, looking at you.

“Was supposed to be with David in England, actually, but I got held up and was going to join him next week,” you mused, finishing your wine as well and leaning your body so your back was fully against the back cushion.

“No way, I was supposed to leave next week, too. Who knows, maybe we would have been on the same plane and crossed paths like that without even knowing,” Harry said excitedly.

You rolled your head to the right and looked at his face, how it had lit up at that unlikely prospect. “You probably wouldn’t have known, but I’m sure I would’ve been able to tell, probably have a whole crowd of fans there waiting for you, end up having to delay the plane for ya’. And I’d be sitting there like ‘which famous prick is holding us up?”

“Oi!” he swatted at your leg closest to him, “Has anyone told you you’re a bit mean.”

You raised your brows at his physical contact and his words. You shifted to your side again and slid your legs beneath you, looking directly at Harry. “Yes,” you said seriously.

Harry laughed at that. At least you were honest, and you were funny, too. You joined his laughter, it felt contagious, the way his voice was so loud, but so jovial. His eyes managed to twinkle even as he squinted, his smile taking over his entire face.

Without either of you noticing, the two of you had shifted extremely close to one another. You finally realized because you felt Harry’s breath fanning over your face. His breath smelled of Malbec, but his over scent mixed with it and turned it into something enticing. You wanted to lean in more, but the only place further to go was his lips.

Harry’s eyes flickered to meet yours, confused yet delighted about the situation he had somehow gotten himself in. The two of you breathing in each other, chests heaving from laughter, hearts beating from wine, and bodies ready to ignite the minute they touched. You remained there for a few moments more, basking in his glow.

And then you whispered, “I should go to bed.” You pulled away and retreated upstairs to your room. Harry was left there, sitting stunned at the whole situation. How had that happened? And what had you just stopped from happening?  You were thinking the very same things as you sat down on your bed and calmed your breathing.

This was going to be a long two weeks.

-

Part 2

taglist: @cronias13, @theresthingsthatwellneverknow, @harrys-cherrry, 

[nctchaotiq]

Studio | Mark Lee

Characters: Fem y/n x Mark Lee

Theme: smut, fluff

Plot: Mark is recording his rap parts in the studio, but when you arrive it turns out he's done recording so you two just hang out in his studio leading to something a couple can do alone.

(I didn't proofread this one again, but hopefully you enjoy! And I know, Mark is probably vanilla when it comes to everything in a relationship, and this is probably him if his dominant side shows. ENJOY!)

---

You open your eyes after a deep sleep, yawning, and slowly gaining vision. Your sight is filled with sunlight coming from the bedroom window of the apartment that you and Mark share.

Because Mark tends to be extravagant, of course he got the unit on the top floor, containing two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, maid's quarter, and the extensive view of Han River from the huge floor to ceiling windows surrounding the whole apartment. For the average person living in Seoul, hell, this isn't normal, to live here one must be rich, like Mark Lee, your boyfriend of two years. As you appreciate the view from the bedroom, you thought about how Mark was up so early, you grabbed your phone from the glass bedside table and opened it to see a text from Mark, "Hey baby, sorry to leave so early today, I got an urgent call from LSM telling me to drop by SM this morning. See you tonight at the studio? Love you!"

You were sad to see his text knowing that if Lee Soo Man, the head of SM Entertainment, demands for him, Mark won't be able to come home most likely until midnight and you'll be stuck all alone with Auntie Sunny, your stay in house maid, and yours and Mark's dog, Blaze, a black miniature Poodle.

Grabbing your phone and going down the stairs leading to the living area, you sat on the huge, comfy, couch staring at the window with sleepy eyes and limp body. Blaze was there watching you as he wags his tail with excitement when your eyes landed his, "Blazey, baby, come here." You picked up your Poodle and cuddled, until a voice startled you.

"Looking a little tired today Miss y/n? Mark left early today and it looked urgent." It was Auntie Sunny's voice coming from the kitchen, preparing some cereal and fruits for you, "Here eat this y/n." You get up and drop Blaze softly on the couch, but he then follows you to the dining table.

It's always like this when Mark's out, you left with the Poodle and Auntie Sunny, though you have to admit that you get along well with the two considering that Blaze is basically yours and Mark's son, and Auntie Sunny is just a few years older than you which made you two get along quickly, you think it's weird to call him "Auntie" since the gap is just three years, though she looks older than you by ten years, but still you do since it's a huge respect in Korea.

You actually pitied Sunny since she didn't have any parents, never graduated in college, didn't have a degree, she's basically an orphan and when Mark's manager assigned her in his house, after mistakenly being assigned in Taeyong and Doyoung's apartment, she was absolutely happy that she can finally work after months of waiting.

"How have you been these days Auntie?" You ask, while sipping on the milk from the now vanished cereal.

"Well, I've been good though nothing to worry about Miss y/n." She says as a smile curls from her lips.

"Oh." You said after giving her the bowl of cereal, "I almost forgot to ask you to call the driver for tonight, Mark wants me in his studio to visit." You said.

"Not a problem Miss y/n, Sir Mark already told me earlier this morning to call the driver for later." You nod in response.

The night has come and you didn't doll yourself up considering that you're just going to Mark's studio tonight. "A little tinted red lipgloss wouldn't hurt." You said to yourself as you wore the pair of expensive Dior sneakers.

There you were, all set and ready for a night with Mark at his studio. You just wore a lace bra pairing it with a white oversized jacket and a black skirt that stops right above your knee. "Perfect." You say while checking yourself out in the mirror.

The driver was there and you bid your goodbyes to Auntie Sunny, while Blaze was over there whining about your sudden goodbye but being okay after Auntie picked him up.

"Thanks." You say to the driver as he closes the car door and smiles at you, "To Sir Mark's studio right?" You nod and say "Yes, his SM studio please." He said "Okay" and in a while he searched the address and pinned it, "Let's see, is this the right pin Miss? Sorry I forgot about it since the boys have a lot of studios around." He said while you're softly chuckling at his innocence, you looked at the map on the digital screen of the car and nodded once you saw 'SM Entertainment Headquarters' pinned on the map.

Once you arrived the building you said your thanks to the driver and left, the building was packed today, full of fans, you can see a lot of 'Mark stans' as they call it, seeing their handfans with Mark's face, some fans buying Mark's merch, and some just waiting and sitting in the SM Cafe while sipping on their drinks and staring at you, whispering to their friends.

You saw Mark's manager there and he approached you to ask if you'll need an escort knowing that there are many fans, or if you're uncomfortable using the main entrance and said he can pass you through the back entrance. You passed his offer since you just want to stay lowkey.

You and Mark have publicized your relationship a year ago and to be honest some fans were supportive of it, and some were absolutely not. The first month of it was so hard, the fans gave you a hard time, especially those obsessive ones called 'sasaengs' they stalked you and Mark everywhere, followed every move, and they were creepy as hell. You and Mark were advised to stay inside your apartment that time since they were intense and even knew the apartment you and Mark were staying hoping to catch a glimpse of him. The fans that brought you light were the good fans, those supportive of Mark and his decisions, those who were happy for him having a loving girlfriend.

You finally reached your way up, the SM building was complex, it was also difficult to pass through the elevators, everytime you went up to Mark's studio, it would either be him or his manager to fetch you because you'll need a fingerprint scan in order to access the elevators. You walk slowly and search for Mark's studio in the third floor, the level full of studios for producers and artists. You bumped into Taeyong while searching for the room.

"Hey y/n looking for Mark are you?" You nod in response, "Come. He's in PD Blue's studio, not in his, if that's what you're looking for." You stare at him while he talks, feeling dumbfounded that you're looking for Mark's studio. He chuckles lightly, "I was done recording and it's his turn. He's the last one." You followed in Taeyong's footsteps and led you into the studio.

It was silent when you went inside, no people inside, you were almost surprised when someone held your hand from behind, the coldness of his hands made it unrecognizable, but when you turned around to see who it was, it's your boyfriend. Mark Lee.

"Thanks bro." Mark said to Taeyong and he just nodded, gave Mark a bro fist, and left after Mark closed the door.

You stare in Mark's eyes and admire him after not seeing him the first thing you wake up earlier this morning.

"Cat got your tongue?" Mark chuckles.

"I just missed you." You say, "Thank you for coming here." Mark says and you just nod.

The studio that was once noisy and musical is now surrounded by silence and tension. Mark's hands caress your hair, your cheeks, you tiptoe to kiss his left cheek and hug him to show him that you missed him a lot.

"Mark, didn't you miss me?" You stop the hug and stare at him with tears slowly forming in your eyes.

He moved closer to you, and closer, and closer, making you lean on the wall just beside the locked studio door, now, Mark's face is an inch away from yours, you can feel his body heat all around you, and his arms, pushing the wall, locked into you so you won't go anywhere. "Of course I missed you babygirl." He stares at you, his pupils dilating, fully black, fucking full of lust and love for you.

Sexual tension is all around the room and suddenly it's like there's no air conditioner in this studio from how your cleavage is dripping with sweat, your core burning with intense desire for touch. You stare at Mark, admiring his facial structure, you're caressing his jawline, and when you land your eyes on his swollen lips, you bite your lower lip and stare back at his dark pupils.

"Fucker." Mark swears under his breath, he looks on the gap between you two only to find out that he's quickly forming a tent on his sweatpants. He stares at you again and slowly he removes your jacket, you get a bit flustered since you only wore a lace bralette under the oversized jacket.

"Why are you wearing only this under that jacket?" Mark says as he lands his eyes on your boobs, studying the cloth that covered both mounds, noticing it's that Victoria's Secret bra that he bought for you about a week ago. "Well I didn't think it would be too hot in here for me to remove the jacket." You said and smirked at Mark, feeling a little playful you come closer to Mark and whisper something in his ear.

"You know, it was supposed to be for tonight when we get home." And with that Mark's length bulges even more, him controlling himself and simply saying "And what do you want to do tonight when we get home huh?"

"I missed you so much Mark, I want you to fuck me balls deep, until I'm crying and screaming your name, fill me with your cum, Mark." Your words were music to Mark's ears, hearing those hardened his dick. Hearing those made him kiss you like you're his first and last meal of the day, the hunger and passion on his lips made you feel loved and horny more than ever, you started to feel your panties getting dampened and you're starting to crave Mark's touch, you wanted Mark to fuck you right then and there on the studio. You kissed Mark hungrily, returning each of his hungry kisses. Mark's kissing you on your neck messily, while he squeezes your breasts and unclasps your bra, throws them to whichever part of the room, landing on the music mixers.

Mark wouldn't stop sucking on your nipples, giving you the best pleasure ever after weeks of craving his touch. You have to admit, even though Mark was busy you two always had the time to have sex, knowing how you and Mark's libido is high and how you both have a public sex kink, you both can do it wherever and whenever. He touches you where you need him the most, just to have a feel of how wet you are, and god, you're definitely soaked for Mark.

"Such a slut huh, you went here to get fucked by me?

"Yes, fuck me, please Mark, fuck me in the studio."

"Baby not here, I'll fuck you in my studio, come on." And then there was Mark hurrying to cover you up, return your bra and jacket on, and carrying you bridal style, sprinting through the hallways carefully and making loud footsteps and chuckles to find his studio as quick as he can so he can finally fuck you and make you a mess.

Once Mark entered his studio, you're thrown in his large couch just beside the mixers you look at Mark as he hurries to lock the door, shut the curtains completely, and turn on the lights. Once he's all done he jumps on top of you and removes every piece of clothing you have, exposing your hardened nipples and soaking wet core.

Mark starts again by kissing you rough, marking your neck, sucking on your nipples as he gets a feel on how much wetness is dripping from your core. He gets up and you whine as he faces the mirror on the opposite side of the couch, he was focused on removing his shirt, which exposed his toned chest and his six pack.

He stare at you from the mirror and says "Wanna suck?" after cupping his dick. After he said that waves of arousal sparked through your body, you almost felt your legs twitch and your pussy wetter than ever, you know that you need Mark's touch now.

Mark chuckles as he sees you all flustered from his words and your pussy sparkling from the mirror's reflection. "What are you waiting for, come here and beg like a good kitty." he says and you just nod in approval while getting up from the sofa smiling like an idiot.

"Hmm beg first y/n." Mark smiles at you when he found you already kneeling infront of him, mouth ready to take in his length.

"Mark, please I want to suck your cock."

"Mhm, go on baby. Make me feel good."

You start by licking the tip of his cock, palming the balls and playing with it, you can feel Mark's hands slowly gripping your hair, tightening for every lick that you do. You attempt to take on Mark's whole cock, it was always like this, slim, veiny, but juicy as hell, he tastes like mixed sugar and salt and you loved every drop of it.

"Fuck y/n, so good." Mark said while gasping for breath, he bobs your hair carefully on his length but after a few minutes he couldn't resist and just used your mouth as a fucktoy, making himself feel good, and your mouth a big mess from his juices spilling over your chin and neck.

"Get up and lay down." Mark told you as he pointed to the couch. You were a bit worried because the couch was dark red, you could always stain it with your cum, but somehow Mark manages to remove it, he came clean to you one day and told you that he pays the dry cleaner more for the service and that made you feel shy.

Mark chuckled, it seems like he has read your mind when he said "Don't worry babygirl, Mr Dry Cleaner is receiving good bucks." "Now can I see your horny pussy? Will you open up babygirl?" Mark's assuring voice made you calm, he asked you to open your legs and so of course you did, revealing to him the now wetter pussy, heating up for his touch.

For a moment, he plays with your clit, touching, flicking, touching it rhythmically which felt like torture to you, you resist the moans that wants to come out of you.

"Babyy, that's so rude. Please fuck me." You sigh as Mark continues to tease you, you just whimper and could no longer resist your moans so you blurted out one.

"Hmm what a slut" Mark says, and then he suddenly slams a finger inside you.

"Mark Lee, oh fuck." You know Mark likes it when you moan or scream his full name, it brings him joy and power because he is assured that he's giving you so much pleasure. Just as you're about to cum on his fingers, he stops and flips you over, "All fours baby" he loves this position and you do as well just because Mark can fuck you from behind, his hands choking you as he fucks you balls deep and breeds you with his load inisde of you.

Mark wasted no time and lined up his erection on your hole, he rubs the tip on your clit making you moan.

"Fuck me hard Mark Lee." And in that moment Mark thrusts in and out of you in a slow but sexy pace, his eyes looking at you through the mirror on the opposite wall and you're staring at him moaning at the view of both of you fucking.

This is your favorite about Mark's studio, how you could see him fuck you from behind, it turns you on even more.

"God you feel so good and tight around me y/n." He says as his eyes close shut and his thrusts go at a faster pace, choking you even more and pulling your hair for extra support. His length, fully disappeared and inside you, the studio is filled with moans, good thing it's soundproofed with thick walls.

Mark flips you so that he's facing you now.

"Y/n call me daddy now please." He enters your hole again and fastens his pace. You can feel that Mark is nearing his orgasm so quickly. "Daddy I wanna cum!" You scream and moan, his name and 'daddy' comes out of your mouth ocassionally "Daddy Mark, fuck. Harder!"

"Who's fucking you so damn good? Only Mark Lee, right babygirl?" He says in between his breathy and rough moans.

"Yes! Only Mark Lee fucks me this good. Oh god oh daddy."

"I'm gonna cum! Oh shit Mark, you are fucking me so good daddy." You say as your pussy hugs Mark's dick even tighter making it twitch a bit. You finally cum and you look at Mark who's staring at you while you release on his cock, Mark kisses you rough and with passion and continues thrusting in and out of you.

With a few more thrusts, Mark has managed to be close again to his orgasm, "Gonna cum now princess, holy fuck." He rapidly and steadily fucks your hole like a sex addicted maniac.

"Mark come inside me, I want your babies inside me daddy!" You say like an excited wanton slut. "You're so good y/n, fuck here it goes." Mark wasted no time and came inside your pussy, "Fuck it up" is all that he can say while he shoots his load inside you, his cum dripping and overflowing in you, you feeling his warm cum inside your stomach, enjoying it like a cumslut. Indeed you are a cumslut for Mark Lee.

You two take time to catch your breath, messy hair and sticky skin, Mark's side bang is sticking on his forehead.

After some time, you two were finally relaxed, Mark has removed his cock inside you, and both of you hugging each other despite the sticky feeling of your skin from the sweat and cum.

"You took my cock so well again." Mark teases you.

"Lucky you right?" You tease him back and you both chuckle.

"You were wild for me right there baby. You crave for my dick all the time. Slut hehe."

"Of course, I'm wild but only for Mark fucking Lee." You smile to him and for the last time you peck his lips and caress his hair, admiring how beautiful he is and how good he makes you feel.

"Mark you made me feel so good, you're crazy for doing that." You say.

"Yeah, should be the only one making you feel that good though princess."

"Only you! Good daddy." You smirk at Mark as you felt his dick twitch, slightly touching your clit.

"Hmm round two at home?" He smiles and you whine "Let's go home now Mark."

Mark chuckles and gives you a kiss on the forehead, "So eager princess? You haven't had enough have you? You still want this?" And he holds his dick and rubs the tip softly to your clit.

"Tease! Nah but seriously let's go home it's getting late Marky." You told him while trying to stand up to get your clothes.

"Let me dress you up princess."

That's your favorite about Mark, he can fuck you hard and rough, but after all that he takes care of you like a gem, his most prized possession. You look at him in awe and think about how lucky you are for finding Mark.

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(a/n: i know it's early for a part two but yall are amazing, so here it is.)

[val-made-a-mistake]

am i the only one wanting some more fics about young!tony and co?

like could you imagine it being the first day after school lets out and you see high school tony in all black, being the main character and skateboarding down some california street, walkman in hand, earbuds/headphones in, probably pretending to be listening to something emo but in reality he’s listening to an elvis cassette bc it was the first cassette maria ever bought for him and he has an emotional attachment to it, though he’ll never admit it

or what about the fics where university!tony and rhodey are at MIT and it’s four am and they’re high on some combination of peanut butter and oreos while they’re working on the very very first prototype of an iron man suit (but it’s not actually an iron man suit bc it’s not weaponized) and in a last attempt to get tony to stop talking about some girl he fucked, rhodey changes the subject to/asks him about ________

or what about high school tony being forced to go to some stark industries gala by howard so he asks rhodey to go as his plus one and the entire night they’re just fucking with the socialite guests bc they’re high class and stupid, then they end up ditching the gala and they joyride down the street and go to 7/11 in their fancy suits

tony frequently sleeping over at rhodey’s house the summer before MIT— rhodey, like peter parker, has a bunk bed he only uses half of, so why not? the state of his bedroom tho omg. between the movie posters, the military posters, the science-related mess, the general consequences of tony being present…i think he must have had twenty cereal bowls in his room at one point lmao

high school age tony being tricked by maria to attend some jazzercise 80s aerobic class with her at the mall, and rhodey will never ever ever let him forget it, tony grumpily buys a hot dog on a stick from the food court as soon as maria’s out of sight

keeping the mall theme, i firmly believe that either tony and/or rhodey got an ear pierced at claire’s harrison ford style bc…i mean it’s lowkey cringey but i mean why not yknow

I JUST…everything hurts. whatever you do, please don’t imagine tony smiling whenever he thinks of peter and his dork friend that he mentioned one time, ned, bc he thinks of all the shenanigans he got into with rhodey when he was their age. just don’t.

[imagines-mha]

How class 1-B are in the mornings

Monoma

Have u ever seen something so tired in ur life

He’s 100% that annoying person who REFUSES to get up no matter how many times you shout at him

Takes him 39 years to actually get out of bed and he’s hellbent until he gets some form of breakfast (thank u tetsutetsu for being the typical morning provider)

Like fr he hates just about everyone

He’s the reason most of the morning dramas break out in the class. He argues with EVERYONE and it causes so many fuckin arguments there’s at least one every morning some1 restrain him

Tetsutetsu

Typical “RISE AND SHINE ITS A LOVELY MORNING WHO WANTS BREAKFAST????” bitch in the house

He’ll wake up exactly on his alarm, hopping out of his bed as awake as he’s ever been he’s so excited everyone plz give him a kiss

Once he’s up he’s up and he’s the biggest morning person in the house like he brings SO MUCH joy

It annoys the sleepy squad™️ but on the plus side he offers to make breakfast for everyone cus he’s always up so early so who rlly wins???

Awase

Closeted member of the sleepysquad™️

sleeps until he HAS to get up lmao he ain’t one of those “i’ll get up early to get breakfast and get prepared for the day!!” NAW he’s more like “don’t even enter my room til 10 minutes before class starts”

If you DO enter his room earlier than allowed he will end you. Like it’s one of the few times he gets really REALLY angry at people and u don’t wanna see him angry cus he can be a demon

He pretends he’s up when his alarm rings, but he’ll sit at breakfast letting his eyes shut every few minutes and it’s so easy to see how tired he is

Rin

He’s grumpy when he wakes up

If monoma or ANYONE even opens their mouth he glares so hard like if looks could kill lmao

Can’t eat breakfast in the mornings. Thinks anyone who does has deeply rooted issues

Literally. Don’t even breathe in his direction bro. It’s for ur own good

He and awase make the worst duo in the mornings to be around they can be so SASSY

Tsuburaba

Either the happiest person alive or the sleepiest. Fr it’s 50/50

One morning he’ll wake up with a start and greet everyone and get off to a happy, bouncy beginning to his day

Other mornings he can and will fall asleep in a bowl of cereal

He’s also the cutest though like he has that messy hair aesthetic and he’s literally a 4 year old in need of care when he’s sleepy

His mood depends on whether he’s showered the night before or not

Kaibara

SLEEPY SQUAD LEADER

He wakes up extremely tired: his hair a mess, pyjamas all ruffled, and he yawns 3 times per minute

Does he care though? No

Like fr an avalanche could hit the building and he still wouldn’t react heS SO SLOW

It takes him like 2 hours to wake up properly but the class find it adorable cus he has this croaky voice when he’s tired and they all LOVE IT

Honenuki

He wakes up every morning exactly 4 minutes before his alarm. He doesn’t know how to fix it

He’s learned to reap the benefits though cus these four minutes are his time™️ to get his life together for the day

He 100% sleepwalks

He’s that weirdo who does stretches in the mornings and drinks water to “fully energize himself”

In a good mood most mornings- just like he usually is tbh like they don’t affect him much

Kuroiro

Does he,,,, does he sleep?

Honenuki went into his room one night to grab a charger and found him just,,,sitting there

He doesn’t like to talk about that experience

Noone really knows what happens once lights go out tbh

He does sleep though. If you look closely in the mornings his hair’s a teeny bit more disshevelled and his voice is slightly more gruff but it takes a genius to figure it out

Komori

She is literally the defiance of logic in the mornings

10pm will hit and she’ll be snoring on the sofa, then after her 9 HOUR SLEEP she’ll wake up for school, more tired than anyone in the class

Sleepysquad queen™️

She’s dangerous whenever she’s tired like i mean she needs constant assistance cus my girl be walking into walls n shit

She just makes confused noises til class starts

Kendo

She’s tired but mom gotta work so she forgets abt it 😤

She’s the resident alarm clock of the dorms

As in she comes and wakes up the idiots who hit snooze too many times (*cough* moNOMA *cough*)

A little moody in the mornings, and it’s not a rare sight to see her arguing with a grumpy monoma or awase

Pls be kind to her in the mornings she tries so hard.

Pony

ADORABLE SLEEPY ANGEL

shes the only one monoma can stand in the mornings cus you just CANT be mean to her

Always has her hair in plaits to make it wavy and wears matching pyjamas every night

She literally is an angel she’ll wake up with a croaky “good morning everyone” and start her day with smiles and happy thoughts

Definitely a morning person she cheers everyone up

Ibara

She gets up at 5:45am every single morning to meditate and do yoga

Always the first one up

She’ll come outside the dorms and watch the sunrise in the summer with a cup of tea and her own company- if this doesn’t happen she goes from angel to demon in minutes

When everyone wakes up she’s already dressed and has already eaten and they’re lowkey jealous of her time management

Reiko

Don’t look at her in the mornings she’s a mess

Ask her a question and she’ll stare blankly at you until you go away there’s no hope for conversation sorry bro 😔👊🏻

She just sits on her phone and tries to absorb as much caffeine as possible before going to school like she litrally gives 0 fucks u could feed her paper in the mornings and she wouldn’t second guess it

Kodai

She’s the most normal when she wakes up. Not too happy not too grumpy just 👌🏻

Will help tetsutetsu make breakfast cus she’s one of the only ones who can stand his energy

She’s the go to gal for homework in the mornings. If you need to copy some shit up or finish off smth her schoolbags always open to everyone and the answers are always right

She’s the only one everyone can collectively stand in the mornings

Tokage

How does she have so much energy??? What the fuck

Wakes up ready to run a marathon

Her eyes fr snap open at 7:00am and she’s like “LETS GOOOOOOO MORNING TIME YEE HAW!!!!”

Uses her quirk to prank people in the mornings and it makes the morning clique™️ giggle

As opposed, it makes the sleepy squad™️ so fucking angry but it IS funny to be fair

Manga

U know those cute ZZZZZZZ emoji things that appear on his speech bubble whenever he’s sleepy

They stay there til midday

He just drags himself around every morning and bondo ends up carrying him HES SO TIRED

He stays up all night drawing and dancing around his room like it’s 4AM and he’s bouncing on his bed to the fuckin ghostbusters soundtrack he’s a dork

Bondo

Another angel in the mornings

If it weren’t for him fukidashi would have been dead due to tiredness

Makes all his sleepy friends their coffee and gets them ready for school

Hes a mom

He sleeps a good 10 hours a night tho like damn he does get his beauty sleep

He’ll help out as much as possible and everyone just loves to be around him

Shishida

He’s a CONFUSED OLD MAN

“Ah,,,,,kendo,,,,have you by any chance seen my glasses?”

He asks shit like this every morning and every morning they’re in the EXACT same place god someone help him pls

He sleepwalks and sleeptalks and it’s TERRIFYING because from a distance he looks so scary

Don’t get into a conversation with him in the mornings he’ll talk for hours on end

Shoda

He’s another sleepy boy

He doesn’t have an ounce of malice in him, but he’s also the most disorientated

He’s dropped and smashed so many cups on the floor from just being too tired vlad’s gonna kill him one day

He actually doesn’t give a fuck in the mornings

You could tell him the house is on fire and he’d still try and roll back over to get that extra 5 minutes lmao

Kamakiri

Do u want 2 die in the mornings? No? Ok just don’t look at him and you’ll be fine

The definition of “if looks could kill”

He doesn’t want to be awake. He doesn’t want to go to school. He wants to be in bed, dreaming abt nice leaves or some shit idk what do preying mantises dream abt??

He’s threatened monoma with a knife before and vlad had to pull them apart it was scary as heck but he regets nothing

[9ineine]

❝ T Y P E S O F C U D D L E R S . . . ❞ MULTIPLE HAIKYUU

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— PAIRINGS ; daichi x reader , suga x reader , kuroo x reader , kenma x reader

— SUMMARY ; types of cuddlers kuroken and daisuga are <3

— GENRE ; fluff

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— WARNINGS ; pure fluff, kuroo being lowkey horny

— TIME TAKEN ; unsure

— WORD COUNT ; unsure

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— AUTHORS NOTE ; enjoyyy <33

© ALL WRITING SHOWN BELONGS TO ninescoffeeshop ON TUMBLR. THIS WRITING IS MINE, DO NOT STEAL IT PLEASE <3

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DAICHI SAWAMURA

* he is literally so affectionate omg

* after a long day of practice he’ll just plop on the bed and say “y/n, come here”

* even if you dont want to, daichi’s Father Stare makes u feel bad so you caved 🗿

* you both will be leaning on your sides, facing each other, with your head on daichi’s chest

* sometimes its the other way around tbh

* sometimes he jus wants to be held and thats ok

* but most of the time its the former

* def the type to kiss your forehead and whisper how much he loves you and how proud he is of you even if you did nothing that day

* hes just great like that

KOUSHI SUGAWARA

* BABY LOVES BEING HELD

* suga has such a special place in my heart so this may be a bit long 💀

* hes lowkey touch starved. very lowkey tho

* while he’s studying and doing schoolwork you might have to slip into his lap and hug him bcs we all know hes Fucking Stressed

* your hugs are a rlly good stress reliever

* so he’ll sit there, resting his head on your shoulder as you guys just talk about anything in that position

* he appreciates it a lot

* he wont even tell you to get off after he feels better

* if youre in bed, suga likes to spoon you

* DE F I N I TELY plays with your hair yall cant tell me otherwise

* if he can’t fall asleep and you’re already asleep he’ll make your hair into lil braids

* make sure you thank him for them whether you like the braids or not >:(.

TETSUROU KUROO

* definitely the type to pass out on the bed and then you pass out on top of him tbh

* your chests will be touching, your face in the crook of his neck and your legs on either sides of him

* his arms will be around you rlly tightly

* sorry if you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night

* youre not moving anytime soon

* to help you fall asleep, he slips his hand under your shirt and traces circles on your back

* (sometimes his other hand will grab your ass oops)

* this position is v beneficial

* when he wakes up (most of the time he wakes up first) he can just wake you up too by picking you up in that same position and walking to the bathroom

* youll be so confused bcs one moment youre on kuroo and the next youre on kuroo but in the bathroom???

* if you dont wanna wake up yet thats fine

* but he wont put you down

* expect for him to get ready while still carrying you

* jfc my headcanons just keep getting longer and longer

* im not complaining

KENMA KOZUME

* HIGHKEY TOUCH STARVED

* wont initiate any cuddling unless hes has a particularly bad day

* if he initiates it he’ll be rlly silent about it

* like youll be in the middle of making a bowl of cereal then he comes up behind you and hugs u

* hes basically a baby

* all the haikyuu boys are babies in one way or another i said what i said

* moving on, most of the time he’ll be sitting on the couch, playing video games with kuroo

* then you just kinda like

* slip behind him

* like that tiny crack between the back of the couch and his back?

* thats where u slip

* and then u hug him like a koala

* arms wrapped around his chest, legs wrapped around his waist

* wont complain, he missed you anyway to this is a W

* he likes resting his head on your lap while doing anything really

* using his phone, playing a game, reading, it doesnt matter

* your thighs are PILLOWSS 🤩🤩

* please read stories to him while his head is on your lap

* brings out the baby in him

* and it helps him fall asleep, hearing your soothing voice

* protect this quiet boy pls

© ALL WRITING SHOWN BELONGS TO ninescoffeeshop ON TUMBLR. THIS WRITING IS MINE, DO NOT STEAL IT PLEASE <3

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HC: Shy/Innocent Black!Reader roasting the team

Requested by- @chrisemi

 AN: Okay so like I'm not good with roasts because I stay to myself and don't really have friends to roast but I tried my best

-Okay so I feel like you'd be new and have no idea what you were getting yourself into.

-After a few weeks, you still didn't talk much because you were still new and just wanted to get a feel for everyone.

-You caught onto how they all just had jokes about each other and would roast the hell out of each other and it was hilarious.

-They thought you didn't like them but that's not the case. You were just quiet and innocent.

-Right?

-Nah.

-One day while you all were chilling in the common area Tony came in the door saying, "We have a problem"

-Without thinking you came out of your mouth with, "yeah, we do too, it just walked in," 

-Natasha and Wanda snorted while everyone else just stared at you, you didn't say much let alone participate in their roast wars

-"Did... did she just come for me?,"

-The second time you got everyone off guard was when you all were being briefed on a mission and Steve said, "a thought just crossed my mind"

-You hiccupped with laughter and said "Must have been a long and lonely journey"

-You've never seen Steve look so offended but he was lowkey glad you were getting used to everyone and comfortable enough to joke with them

-Bucky slapped the table while laughing and Sam tried not to let Steve see him give you a thumbs up.

-One morning you were rushing to get ready and were hurriedly eating your breakfast and Clint asked you where you were going

-You started looking around frantically and looked in your bowl of cereal, frowning

-"What are you looking for?'

-"Found it!," you said excitedly

-"Found what?" your actions had thrown Clint for a loop

-"Your nose in my business, figured you might want it back," you booped his nose and walked away leaving the team wide eyed,

-Sam pointed at Clint and laughed like a child

-"She's been hanging around us too much"

-One afternoon you were all training together and Bucky was having a rather long day and wasn't in the best of moods

-"Listen here, Bogie,"

-"It's Bucky"

-"Listen here, Barry. Acting like a prick won't make yours bigger,"

-You could hear the ooo's coming from all around the gym

-No one was expected this from you but it was great

-For the first month you were there you wouldn't really speak to them other than missions or a hello in the morning.

-They liked it though, it helped you settle into the team better

-There was a mission that called for Loki's help and you've met him a few times in your short time with the team

-He came up with plan that was actually good and not a death wish

-"Oh God, you sound reasonable... time to up my medication" you exaggerated

-Sam was talking shit one day on the quinjet you just kept squinting at his stupidity, he caught you and asked if there was anything on his face or something

-"Actually yes.. wipe your mouth," you pointed to his mouth

-He did and asked if it was gone

-"There's still a little there"

-"Well what is it?" he wiped harder

-"Just a tiny bit of bullshit" you sweetly smiled and his face dropped

-You walked into the kitchen one night and the guys were having a conversation about trying to hook Steve up with someone from finance.

-"Your only chance of getting laid is to crawl up a chicken's butt and wait" you grabbed your drink from the fridge and winked at the men

-Nat was yapping absolute nonsense one day and it was kind of entertaining

-You patted her head like a puppy and smiled

-"I'm glad to see you're not letting education get in the way of your ignorance,"

-Peter talks a lot. Like.. A LOT

-And while you enjoyed his company, one day you just couldn't take it!

-You told him to stand up and he did

-You raised his arms, looking under them, looking behind the neck of his shirt and you playfully got frustrated.

-"I can't find it!!!," you whined.

-"Y/N what are you looking for?," Tony asked

-"His off button!,"

-Scott was comic relief and while he was hilarious, sometimes you feel like he talks just to hear himself talk,

-"Seriously? You were the sperm that won?,"

-"HEEEY!,"

-Thor and Loki were arguing like typical brothers but they were childish af with it

-"YYYY/NNNN! Thor called me stupid!"

-"You're not stupid, Loki-"

-"Ha! told you,"

-" -You just have bad luck with thinking,"

-"Ha! told YOU" Thor teased

-One morning all early, you were trying to explain something to Bucky, Rhodey and Scott but they just weren't getting it and you were running out of patience.

-"Listen, I don't have the time or the crayons to explain it any further for you"

-Tony was your favorite to roast, you two went at it like siblings

-"Tony, I hide behind sarcasm because telling you to go fuck yourself is rude in most social situations,"

-"Some people just need to use a glue stick as chap stick, don't you think Y/N?,"

-In the midst of him talking back he messed up one of his projects

-You, Tony, and Bruce were in the lab working together

-"Scientists say the universe is made up of neutrons, protons, and electrons. Looks like they forgot to mention morons,"

-Bruce threw his head back in laughter and Tony just gave you the finger

-Steve is stubborn as hell when he wants to be

-So you two were going back and forth in banter while all of you were having a night out on the town

-"Ya see Steve, I would love to see things from your point of view but I'm not sure I'm flexible enough to get my head that far up my ass,"

-It was late and you went to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting anyone to be in there.

-You see Pietro stuffing his face and he scared the hell out of you (I'm still in denial about his death. Leave me alone)

-"Wait, if you're in here then who's out there scaring the crows away from our crops?,"

-One night Wanda was drunk talking out the side of her neck

-"Y/N listen to meeee," she whined

-"Oh I'm listening. It just takes me a moment to process so much stupid information all at once. I'm visualizing duct tape over your mouth"

- One afternoon Steve was lecturing you about protocols for a mission and he was honestly a broken record, you know this already

-"Steve, you might wanna save your breath. You're gonna need it to blow Bucky later,"

-y'aLL WHEN I SAY STEVE'S EYES BULDGED OUT OF HIS HEAD THEY BULDGED!!!

-Clint and Natasha were snickering like school children

-Bucky choked on his own laughter and gasped for air

-You were all sitting in the kitchen when Bruce came in and started talking but you seemed uninterested and yawned

-Nat nudged you, "C'mon Y/N. I think-"

-"SHHH!," you harshly whisper and everyone got quiet, "Hear that? That's the sound of nobody caring what you think"

-"BUUUURN!," Clint was the Kelso of the group.

-After a while you stopped roasting everyone so bad, not wanting to wear out your welcome and everyone asked you why

-"Just didn't want to overstep boundaries,"

-Tony patted your shoulder and shook is head, "Oh please, kid. It's a great ice breaker, we enjoy seeing you come for everyone,"

-You sighed in relief, "Great because I've been holding one in for a while"

-"Uh oh" Vision mumbled

-"How come it's acceptable for you all to act like idiots but not for me to point it out?,"

-"Oh no, I take it back, I changed my mind!," Tony groaned

-"Oh really? What'd you do with the diaper then?"

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Lmao, I'm not good with roasts but I hope this made someone smile at least!

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