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nghtwngs · 3 years ago

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If you take request can I ask for angst between Peter and reader maybe a misunderstanding or miscommunication but it ends with fluff because they’re madly in love and can’t stay away from eo 🥺

you more than anything

description: you don’t know why you expect anything different from peter. he’s just not reliable.

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: drinking, swearing, you joke about stabbing peter

thinking about how much of a bad liar peter is rn and thanks for requesting!! it's kind of rushed so im sorry and this doesn't have to be andrew but i always have him in mind while writing for peter

“Happy birthday!” Your friend grins, clutching a drink in her hand. She almost trips over her feet as she shuffles towards you, and your hands have to grasp her arms to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“Thanks,” you say. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

Your hand reaches out towards the glass. She moves the drink away from you, dodging your attempt to take it from her.

“I’m fine,” she reassures you. You don’t believe her. Her eyes scan over the other people in your little apartment. “Where’s Peter?”

Your lips purse. “He has work.”

“He works all the time. Why does the Daily Bugle need him at seven p.m.?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really ask. And he’ll probably be back soon. He’s supposed to bring the cake.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Really?”

“What?”

“You trust Peter Parker to bring you your birthday cake on time?”

“I know he’s not the most punctual, but it’s not like he’s going to be four hours late.”

She sips her drink, humming lightly. Disbelief.

Okay, so maybe Peter is going to be three hours late. You’re starting to get a little worried now. You pull your phone out of your pocket, opening up your messages. Nothing. You decide to text him to make sure he’s not bleeding out on the sidewalk somewhere in Queens.

Today 9:27 PM

you: dude where r u?

peter i’d really like my birthday cake pls

He doesn’t reply. You shouldn’t be too worried, right? You put on a smile for your friends as you open up their gifts. Your leg bounces under the table. Relief washes over you when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You’re quickly grabbing it, clicking on the notification.

Today 9:49 PM

pete: On my way!

That looks strange. What is he doing that he needs to use the quick reply feature? You didn’t think anyone actually used it. It just looks oddly cheerful. About a minute later, another text pops up on your screen.

Love you

you: love u too

Ten minutes later, and you think the sound of the door unlocking might be the best part of your night. Peter hurries inside, cake in hand. “Sorry, you wouldn’t believe how long it took for them to write your name correctly.”

You frown. “Everyone’s been waiting.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I had work, and then I got to the place, and they only had one cake left—and this old lady wanted it too, so I had to beg her for it. Got down on my hands and knees and everything.” He inhales, giving you a tight-lipped smile. “Happy birthday.”

“At least you’re here before everyone left,” you grumble, taking the cake from him. “Don’t come near me while I’m cutting the cake. I might try to stab you.”

“Ouch. You know I’m really sorry, right?”

You sigh, heading into the kitchen. “I know.”

“I love you!” Peter shouts from behind you before he adds, “Just saying it from a safe distance!”

The corners of your lips quirk up for a moment. He makes it terribly difficult to be upset at him.

Your friend walks into the kitchen, opening your fridge. “Aren’t you mad at him?”

You eye her as she grabs another drink.

“What?” she asks when she notices you looking at her with raised eyebrows.

You stare down at the cake again. All the candles are in place now, but you can’t remember for the life of you where the lighter is. You rummage through the drawers. “No.”

“Seriously? He’s three hours late to your birthday party.”

“He’s always late.” You exhale. “I’m not mad. A bit disappointed? Maybe? I think I always expect things to be different when I shouldn’t. But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t really matter. I’m just being stupid.”

She sets down her drink on the counter. “No, you aren’t. You deserve so much better.”

“Peter’s just busy. I can handle busy.”

“It doesn’t matter if you can. Do you want to?”

Your eyes meet, and you tell her with your entire heart, “For him? I’d do anything.”

She sighs. “Talk to him about it at least.”

You finally find the lighter in one of the drawers. “Yeah.”

The apartment is soon filled with singing (at varying levels of talent). Your eyes squeeze shut before you blow out the candles. Your friends cheer loudly. It makes you smile.

You cut everyone a slice of cake. Peter is the last one to get a piece other than you. You call his name, and he cautiously walks toward you. You give him a look.

Peter looks at you sheepishly, a small smile on his face. “Just trying not to get stabbed.”

“I don’t think you have much of a choice,” you say, passing him a slice of cake.

He looks down at it. It’s the one with your name written on it. You look away, chewing your cheek and cutting yourself a piece. Your eyes find him like always. He’s smiling.

The party ends with a series of goodbyes from your friends. Harry is, unsurprisingly, the last to leave. For someone with one of the nicest places in New York, he sure does spend an awful lot of time at your apartment. He grins widely at you, wishing you another happy birthday before saying goodbye to Peter. You don’t notice the look that Harry gives him.

You close the door, locking it with a sigh. “I don’t want to clean.”

“I can clean,” Peter says, already moving chairs back to where they were supposed to be. “Go to bed first. It’s your birthday.”

Without you? You watch him from the door, lip tucked between your teeth. You remember the conversation you had earlier. Should you say something? The thought of confrontation, especially with him, makes your stomach curl.

You purse your lips. “Okay.”

You hear Peter mumble another ‘happy birthday’ as you pass him.

You glance at the clock. It tells you that it’s been over an hour since you’ve slipped under the covers of your bed. You pull them more tightly around you. It’s so much colder without him. It shouldn’t be taking him this long to clean, should it?

You sigh, getting out of bed. You think you hear the door creak open. Did Peter go out? You watch him come inside the apartment. His eyes widen once he sees you. Like he didn’t expect you to be awake at this hour, but doesn’t he know that you can’t go to sleep without him anymore?

You hear your name off his lips.

“Where’d you go?” you ask, frowning. “It’s late.”

“Uh,” he begins, “just needed to clear my head.”

You take in his appearance. “Why are you so dirty?”

He stammers. “I rolled around in—in some dirt.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Rolled?”

“Fell.” He nods almost frantically. “I mean fell. Yeah.”

“Peter, I’m not stupid.”

He frowns, padding towards you. “I know you aren’t.”

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“I know. It’s just this—I, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

Those words manage to make your heart clench in all the wrong ways. Do you press further or wait until he’s ready? Will he ever be ready? You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling especially cold.

“I’m going to bed.”

“I’m really sorry.” His voice sounds like glass, so fragile and vulnerable. “Sorry for being late all the time. Sorry for not telling you things. I promise there’s a good reason.”

You want to reach out. You want to comfort him and tell him everything is okay. You want to let him sob into your chest until his tears run dry, but your body never moves.

“I know. I trust you.” You pause at the bedroom door. “I’m just… disappointed? I always think that things might change this time. Again and again, but nobody changes. It’s like I set myself up to be disappointed by expecting things of people. I know you have all these responsibilities, and I know you’re trying your best, but I thought you might be different. And maybe that’s selfish of me.”

He doesn’t reply.

You fall into bed feeling numb. The faint sound of the water running fills the apartment. He doesn’t join you in bed, much to your disappointment, so you lay with the covers around you and wide awake. They’ll never deliver the same warmth that he does.

Guilt pools in your stomach after a while. Should you be feeling guilty for telling him how you feel? Are you really being selfish? Peter isn’t obligated to tell you what’s going on with him, but a part of you still wishes that he’d tell you everything. All you want is to relieve his soul of the pressure it’s under. But maybe it’s worse that you understand so well. You could never be upset with him when you know how hard this is for him. And he’d never do anything to hurt you because it’d hurt him just as much if not more.

The door creaks open, and you think you might cry tears of joy at the sound.

“I know you’re awake too,” Peter whispers.

Your eyes flutter open.

He stands at his side of the bed. “Can I?”

You find yourself nodding eagerly at the question.

He slips under the covers, immediately pulling you into his arms, sharing his warmth with you. His hand cups your face, thumbing your cheek as he gazes at you. The little light that the streetlamp outside offers illuminates his face just enough that you can make out his red eyes. You press him closer to your body.

The room is silent for the next few minutes. He looks so troubled, so worried, and all you want to do is take the weight off his chest. You want to unburden him of the world, to hold it under your own hands so that it doesn’t hurt him anymore. You just need to see him smile, need him to know that everything will be okay.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he finally whispers.

You offer him a soft smile. “I know.”

His eyebrows knit together. “You know?”

“Yeah, you are terrible at lying. And May told me some things that kind of tipped me off. ‘Washing the American flag?’ Really? You’re an idiot. There’s no way she doesn’t know either.”

He pouts like a child who’s dropped his ice cream cone on the sidewalk.

“And the ‘rolling in dirt’ thing? You didn’t really expect me to believe that, right?”

Peter grimaces. “You never said anything.”

“I wanted you to tell me when you were ready to.”

His lips suddenly crash onto yours, and you can feel every bit of love he pours into it. It’s like it’s worth every ‘I love you’ he’s ever said to you and so much more.

“I love you.” He breathed. “I love you so much.”

Your fingers card through his hair, brown and messy and pretty. And he’s all yours. “I love you so much too.”

“And you’re the least selfish person I know. You deserve to expect things of other people like me not being late to everything. Which I’m still really sorry about. If anything, I’m the selfish one for trying to balance being Spider-Man and Peter Parker for you.”

“Peter, you’re literally saving New York like everyday. I think that makes you the most selfless person in this city. The police don’t do shit compared to you. That’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“You just deserve so much better than what I can give you.”

“You really don’t know how happy I am when I’m with you. That’s all that matters to me.”

He frowns. “I disappointed you on your birthday.”

“You can always make it up to me.” You smile, pressing your lips against his softly. “Maybe... take me swinging?”

“That I can do.”

Everyone says that kissing isn’t anything special. That it isn’t even half as great as the books describe it. But kissing Peter is like watching the sun rise and set at the same time. It’s like watching a star explode, but you get it often and for free. The lack of oxygen should concern you. It doesn’t. Your tongue slips into his mouth. The faint coolness of toothpaste hits you. You want more.

His hand holds the back of your neck, keeping you closer and closer until you feel the heat of his skin pressing against you. You know you’ll never be cold again. You pull away, attempting to catch your breath. The whine that’s pulled from his mouth makes your head spin.

You wish there was more than just the streetlamp to light the room because the dim yellow just doesn’t do Peter justice. You want to see all of him, every freckle and dip in his skin. But you can’t complain all that much. He still looks gorgeous. He smiles at you so softly that it makes your soul yearn to melt into his so that you may never be apart again.

“I love you, and you love me. We can make this work,” you reassure him. “But maybe text me if you’re going to be late though. I don’t want to get ready for nothing, or actually expect you to be on time for once.”

Peter hums softly in response. And then his lips are colliding with yours in a way that makes the moon miss the sun.

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k

genre: angst, fluff

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Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show.

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.)

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’�� asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.”

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks.

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right.

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust.

“What are you do-” you start

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

“Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on.

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face.

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met”

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me??

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before.

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?”

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you.

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject”

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response.

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

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areislol · 3 years ago

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Love your streamer AU btw. Can I request Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, or any characters really. Reacting and reading "(Them) x (The Reader)" Fanfics? It's so common for streamers to at least have shipping fanfics and I want to see how it goes for them XD

helloooo!! im glad you guys are enjoying the streamer! au series, i already did childe and you can find him here -> reading a fanfic about them x y/n Have a good day!! mwa <3 btw, this is before they meet irl^^ y'all i was going to add dain but im a bit tired so im sorry ;( might add him soon <3 OR SOMEONE REQUEST FOR THIS POOR MAN PLS streamer! xiao, kaeya x online friend! reader recommend listening to: love maze - bts

streamer! xiao x online friend! reader • xiao, as a big, famous and successful streamer knows about fanfics, but he never read them. why would he even? they were just a simple story that had no meaning. • today, you was out with some of your friends so you couldn't talk nor ft xiao until you came back. • but you still try to make it work, you text xiao while your friends are busy talking - "are your friends leaving you out?" "no, i dont think so?" • (why r u even friends w/ them.) • anyways, while xiao is bored out of his mind bc you aren't there to text and talk to him - xiao decided to occupy his mind with.. fanfiction. • (listen xiao was just like i said: bored.) • xiao has seen way too many ship edits of you two on tiktok AND fanfiction. • xiao was hesitant to read one at first but gave in when you didn't text in 1 minute(he misses u sm pls come back) • the first thing xiao reads is a headcannon of 'xiao x you' on how you two would be like together. xiao x you shippers are FAITHFUL. • xiao when reading the hc, he could literally feel the way his face heated up - the way his heart beat was beating rapidly made him push his chair backwards resulting in his chair rolling around. • (basically xiao is reading from his pc and then SOMETHING catches his eye and he just pushes himself backwards still on his chair and the force spins him and his chair around - so xiao's hand is covering his mouth while he's spinning..) • you were still hanging out with your friends - honestly, you would rather be on ft with xiao or just be texting him but right now you was walking with your friends talking. • now, that hc got xiao in a chokehold as xiao finds himself looking and reading through more and more fanfiction, xiao's kind of in a trance?? • he's so mesmerized by how people describe your guys relationship and he reads so many "x reader/x y/n" fanfiction because he just LOVES to imagine what it's like to date you and everything. • xiao spends a good amount of time, and when i meant an amount of time i mean like HOURS - xiao doesn't even realize that he has been reading and looking at fanfiction until he hears a buzz coming from his phone. • xiao snaps back into reality and jumps up and goes to his phone, xiao grabs his phone and checks his notification, hoping that the notification would be from you, and to his surprise and joy - it was from you! • "hey xiao, im omw to my house rn - wanna ft soon?" xiao could've sworn that he heard your voice while he was reading that text in his mind. • xiao quickly responds to you "hey, and sure thing. tell me when you're back home safely" (cutie <3) • xiao took a big breath in, gosh your so adorable(just bc u said 'wanna ft soon?') • xiao rushed to his pc, his tab still open - it was a fanfiction about xiao x y/n. • xiao hesitated before he closed the tab, oh but dont worry - xiao bookmarked AND liked the fic, a few minutes later you call xiao and you two are off to ft • you and xiao play games together and you discuss about your day. you and xiao also plan what you two should stream and play tomorrow. • after a few hours, you go to sleep. "ah anyways night xiao. text you tmr?" "oh okay, sleep well." xiao's upset that you have to go now but he can't show it or else ;( • after you go to sleep, xiao sighs. what should i do now? ! he should read that fanfiction that he couldn't finish. xiao goes to his bookmark and goes onto the fic - he finished all of it within an hour or two. • honestly, that ONE fanfic had an impact on xiao because xiao has this routine where if xiao's bored and you're out or just xiao has some spare time he'll read some fanfictions and hcs. • bonus: btw, i feel like xiao would go through the 'meant to be initials' on tiktok to see if his initials are with you. if not then xiao would just keep on scrolling and scrolling until he finds one. saves on and takes a ss of it, he also has a wallpaper of you and together on ft with love hearts near your face(not in a creepy way ofc) what have u done to this man..

streamer! kaeya x online friend! reader • now kaeya is FULLY aware of this. kaeya has seen all the edits of him, all the edits of you and him AND fanfics. • honestly, everyone would think that kaeya would read them and repost/reblog them but nope!! tho kaeya knows about them - he doesn't necessarily read them. • kaeya's busy in life over all, people asking him to collab, having to edit his videos(kaeya could've paid someone to edit his videos but he's not that cruel so..) and many more, plus - you're much more important than some fanfiction. • one day, kaeya was streaming a game and you joined the stream and vc. you two talked for hours, you interacted with kaeya's viewers - they gave you questions and you answered. • there was one question that caught your attention "have you ever read fanfictions about you and kaeya?" • kaeya, hearing this bc it was a donation - he paused his game and turned to you - "did i hear fanfiction?" "uh... yeaaa?" • "well have you ever read them? like a fanfic about us..?" "no i've never read them before- have you?" • kaeya said no and you two just left the question at that. kaeya resumed back to the game and you just went back to the questions - but there was one thing that you and kaeya kept in mind 'fanfictions about you two' • it's normal for 2 streamers to get shipped and many people making fanfictions about them, but you've never thought that you and kaeya would be included - but kaeya knew. he just never really had the time to read them. • "ah anyways bye guys! i'll be streaming tomorrow so make sure that you don't forget, love you all." • "bye kaeya!! have fun on whatever you're going to do next and take care, and bye everyone!" • after stream ended - kaeya sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. the word 'fanfiction' was still stuck in kaeya's mind - now kaeya was curious. the viewers question confirmed that there are fanfics about you two, and now that kaeya's curious - he can't help but feel like he has to read one. and he obliged his feeling. • kaeya opened up the tab and typed 'kaeya x y/n' and yep, right in front of kaeya was thousands of fanfics, many were there because of their popularity and some were just there for recommendation. • kaeya, excited yet nervous clicked on the first site which was on tumblr(wink wink) it brought him to a site where many fanfics popped up. • kaeya read the first couple fanfics which were normal, but then when he scrolled down to where headcannons where there were 'x y/n' - now that caught his eye. • he read the first couple sentences and once he scrolled down, the more kaeya got red. the headcannon was way too detailed and it got kaeya imagining things.. like how it was to date you and what it was like playing 2 player couple games with you(although kaeya WILL eventually play a game like that with you). • the more kaeya read the more kaeya become love struck(even though he was already). • sometimes, kaeya sends you these fanfiction and you two read them together. while reading them - kaeya's EXTREMELY flustered when reading them. it was honestly adorable watching kaeya struggling to read the fanfiction with you <3

a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/like + follow + reblogs r appreciated!! note: i feel so bad cuz im not posting any series :( but i hope you guys enjoy this!! im doing another request rn <3

#genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #kaeya x reader #streamer!au

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destinywritessometimes · 3 years ago

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Who am I?

“I need to purge my urges. Shame. Shame. Shame.” - Alien Blues

“I’m so sick of myself. Rather be, rather be, anyone, anyone else.” - Jealousy, Jealousy

Everyone seemed to know who they wanted Camilo Madrigal to be. Except Camilo himself.

Tw: angst, depressing themes

Word Count: 2, 841

note: I wrote this late at might so ima proofread this in the morning as of rn it’s half proofread. also sorry tumblr mobile is trash and I couldn’t add a read more.

When Camilo first got his gift, his sister was the first person he shifted into.

He loved the smile on her face when he did. Then he transformed into his other family members and watched their faces light up as they watched this five year old try and imitate them.

Later on, he’d often turn into Mirabel so she didn’t feel alone. If they were going to town together, it wasn’t Camilo and Mirabel, it was Mirabel and Mirabel.

Everytime he did it made her happy so he always did. Even at home if she was feeling down all he had to do was shift and suddenly she was laughing at her own face staring back at her.

Other times he’d use it to help of course, and sometimes, when he was alone, or simply felt alone, he’d shift into his mom or dad, and suddenly he was ok again. Or if he felt like it he’d shift into Isabela to feel taller, or when he wanted to braid someone’s hair.

And she didn’t mind it when she randomly saw another one of herself walking around casita, in fact she found it amusing.

Isabela had taken to showering Camilo with love after Abuela had essentially started ignoring Mirabel, and she felt she need to follow suit. They hung out so often and seemed so similar she hoped it would carry over.

That’s why she was usually his first choice when shifting into a girl, other than Mirabel of course.

But one day when he was around eight, he had just come home from the market with Mirabel, and of course he was a spitting image of her, from the loose curls to the blue skirt to the purple flats she always wore.

The day before he’d auditioned for a play, and he was eager to see if one of his parents had received the results yet. In his excitement he’d forgotten to shift back to himself and remained Mirabel as he practically ran around the house, as he looked for them.

“Dolores!” He covered his mouth once he’d realized he shouted. He always tries not to do that around her.

“Yes?” She turned around, immediately recognizing him as Camilo. She found that her brother had a very specific way of talking.

“Is mom or dad home? I wanna know what part I got,” he whispered, bouncing on his heels.

“No, they both went out with Tio and Tia to buy fruits.”

“Ugh,” Camilo let out an exaggerated groan, before walking off.

He wasn’t very good at waiting, but was sure Mirabel would have some interesting game they could play together as she usually did. That’d keep him occupied for sure.

And sure enough she did, and played together in the nursery, until they were interrupted.

Camilo hoped it would be one of his parents, but instead he stared up into the face of his Abuela Alma, and she was looking down into the faces of two Mirabels. Rather unhappily he thought. Her smile did turn into a frown once she noticed his appearance.

“Camilo, what are you doing?” She asked.

He hasn’t expected that question, since it seemed obvious to him but he had no problem answering, “Mirabel and I are drawing each other and-.”

“No, no, what are you doing as Mirabel?”

Camilo thought everyone had gotten used to him walking around as her, so he stuttered a bit when trying to form and answer that in the end never came.

“Tsk, tsk, this won’t do,” Abuela shook her head, “you are not to appear as Mirabel.”

He definitely had a problem with that, “But what if she’s sad? That’s how I cheer her up! What if I-.”

“Camilo, you are a young boy, and we do not a young boy parading around as his girl cousin. That is not who you are!” she waved her pointer finger around, “From now on you will appear as yourself unless otherwise is necessary, absolutely necessary!” She left, closing the door behind her.

He was taken aback by the encounter, and soon Camilo changed back to himself.

No one has ever gotten mad at him when he’d changed into a girl before, especially when he was younger. Even Abuela often found it amusing.

What had changed?

“Milo, are you really never gonna be me again,” Mirabel’s whole demeanor drooped.

Camilo couldn’t just let her down. She was his best friend . “Of course I will,” he put a finger to his lips, “but I might take a break for a while, but I promise this isn’t the end of Mirabel and Mirabel.”

Mirabel was still a bit sad that she couldn’t go on walks with herself everyday anymore, but was glad that wouldn’t last forever. She moved on from the topic.

Camilo didn’t.

That night it was the only thing he could think about. ‘That’s not who you are’ sounded in his head over and over.

Why couldn’t that be who he was? Someone who could change into anyone.

It’s not like he’d changed on the inside, his appearance was just different.

Why were they ok with it when it helped? But not when he just wanted to have fun? Or make Mirabel happy?

He wanted to talk to Pepa about it, but he knew she’d just reassure him like she always did. Despite how comforting it usually was, he wished she’d say something different. Give him some practical advice.

Camilo didn’t sleep easy that night, but eventually the day's activities caught up to him and he entered dream land.

__________

It’d been a few years since Camilo had gotten the lead in the play back in primary school, and since then he’d practically devoted his life to theater. And people liked casting him.

One because he was good at acting, and two they didn’t have to spend any money on makeup or a costume for him because he could just shift into any role he needed to be in.

Seeing how much fun he’d had doing it, Mirabel had decided to be in a play too. Even though they were both thirteen at that point, she liked doing whatever Camilo was doing. He was basically her brother.

“Come on, Cam!” She dramatically flopped down on the floor next to where he was sitting, “just teach me!”

“Why don’t you ask Isa?” Camilo was busy trying to finish up his own eyeliner, “she’s better at it than I am.”

Usually he’d just shift it on, but he’d been instructed to draw it on himself this time so when he cried on stage it would run down his face all dramatic. He was only ok at it at this point.

“She wouldn’t never teach me! She hates me! You,” she poked his shoulder, “are my only hope.”

With a sigh Camilo obliged, “Fine, I just finished anyways.” After looking himself over in the mirror, Camilo shifted into Mirabel.

The real Mirabel was a bit taken aback by that, “Woah, haven’t done that in a while.”

“Exactly, so it should be fine now,” he handed her one of his pencils, “plus how am I supposed to fit the liner to your eye if our eye shapes are different.”

Mirabel shrugged. She couldn’t argue with that.

As he started teaching her, every second that passed the knot in Camilo’s stomach grew.

Despite how easily he’d brushed it aside, he didn’t know what he’d do if Abuela just happened to come check on them.

He knew if one of their parents did they wouldn’t care, it’d be nothing to them. But Abuela had drastically different views on what was ‘appropriate for a growing boy’.

“Woah,” Mirabel admired her appearance.

“Great!” Camilo could now add makeup artist and teacher to his list of skills, “we both look wonderful if I do say so myself.”

“You mean myself.”

The two laughed.

But Camilo stopped as soon as he heard the door open.

Whipping around he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Antonio innocently standing there, and soon Pepa appeared behind him.

“Well, Mirabel it seems you have a clone,” She joked, picking up Antonio to put him to bed.

Camilo rolled his eyes, turning back into himself, “If anything she’s a clone of me, copying my makeup.”

Mirabel just stuck her tongue out at him.

Pepa turned to look at their faces and nodded in approval, “You both look adorable, but come down for dinner within the next few minutes,” she went to kiss their foreheads, “and Camilo, caríno don’t shift too much you’ll wear yourself out.”

“Yes, yes, mami I know!” He waved her words away and she left.

Mirabel kept her eyeliner on as she went down to the table but Camilo was sure to wipe his off, leaving no traces of it.

He didn’t need the lecture that would come if he showed up to the dinner table with makeup on.

Sitting down in between Isabela and his sister, Camilo had been making faces across the table at Mirabel until he heard his name.

“Camilo!” Felix called again, and he quickly turned to him, “Abuela wants to hear about your role in the play.”

That was just about the last thing he wanted to talk about, especially to Abuela, especially in front of everyone, but he decided to go for it.

“I’m playing the lead, Bello, they can talk to animals and their job is to save them all,” he tried to sum it up as simply as possible, and shoved food in his mouth so he didn’t have to say anything else.

“They?” Abuela asked, and Camilo wondered how that was the only thing she caught, “don’t you mean ‘he’?”

Camilo shook his head, “They’re the embodiment of nature, so they don’t have a gender.” He didn’t get why this was a big deal. He was still himself. He was still Camilo.

Abuela shook her head, “ You shouldn’t be playing roles that don’t fit you. It’s not good for your image.”

He didn’t respond to that, just started moving his food around, and thankfully Felix sensed what was going on and changed the topic.

That ruined his whole mood. Should he just quit? Just drop out? It’d be less to worry about.

And a lot less questioning about what made him himself.

__________

Camilo was exhausted.

Every one of their gifts had a drawback. One that Julieta couldn’t heal, as they were caused by gifts.

And his drawback just happened to be extreme body aches and his energy depleting faster than normal. He’d have to eat more than usual to keep up with it all. And his bones constantly stretching and shrinking wasn’t good for him.

But now that he’d had his powers for ten years he’d gotten used to it. Not that the pain was any less, but he’d come to expect it.

So there he was, laying in the nursery, that’s where they usually stayed when they were ill, waiting for the pain to subside.

The first part was the aches had hit when he was practicing another one of his roles. He wasn’t playing a girl, but it was a bit with long curly hair.

He didn’t think he looked like a girl until Abuela walked in on him and wore a disgusted look on her face.

“Camilo, what have I told you,” the lines on her face deepened, “why do you keep shifting into girls!”

He didn’t have the energy to argue.

He wasn’t even doing anything. How could he be so offensive just existing.

“Abuela, I’m not a girl, I was just practicing-.”

She threw her arms up in the air, “Theater, again! Always making you appear as something inappropriate. If I had any sense I’d advise your parents to make you quit!”

His ears perked up at that and he looked at her, “What?”

“You’re so tired from this stupid program that you don’t have any energy for your work. I expect you downstairs for chores within the next 30 minutes,” not even waiting for a response she slammed the door.

What had just happened?

Camilo didn’t even really care that he was being made to work while he was injured, he just couldn’t have her take his one outlet away. His one safe place.

At least his parents loved him, but he wondered if they’d always accept him.

Theater was one of the only things that made him feel like himself, and without that he’d just be forced to spend more time in the house. More time alone with his thoughts, questioning everything.

“I’m trapped,” he mumbled to himself as he sat up, every bone in his body feeling broken, “I’m trapped.”

__________

Camilo didn’t talk much at dinner the next few days and tonight was no different.

It was always a one word answer or a head movement that he’d use to respond.

Dolores took his hand in support when she noticed this.

He loved his sister for that, even allowing himself to smile as he zoned out, not listening to any of the conversations that were going on.

“It is none of your business what we allow Camilo to do,” Pepa was clearly angry, “if he’s decided he wants to do theater, then he’s doing theater.”

He turned to look at his mother. What was going on now?

“Pepa!” Abuela pointed an angry finger at him, “look at your son!”

Camilo tried to not let it bother him. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. He just needed to calm down. His breathing started getting heavier, and he felt Dolores’ squeeze his hand tighter as she heard his heartbeat quicken.

“I’m looking!” Pepa’s cloud was growing, “And he’s beautiful!”

Felix showed his agreement with Pepa.

The arguing continued and Camilo felt even worse when his sister put her hands on her ears, irritated by the yelling.

Everyone else at the table was either staring down at their plates or looking for the quickest possible way to leave.

Camilo couldn’t blame them. He wanted to leave too. All this arguing did was form a pit in his stomach.

“No!” Abuela put so much force into that one word that even Pepa stopped talking, “I don’t know how you plan on raising him but this is not the way!”

Felix wasn’t going to let that fly, so while Pepa remained quiet Felix went off, but Abuela didn’t pay him any mind.

All her attention was on Camilo.

“You have to stop wasting your gift on meaningless whims!” Abuela glared daggers at him, “shame, shame, shame!”

All of this was just too much for him. Dolores’ discomfort, his father yelling, his mother crestfallen, Mirabel wasn’t even looking at him, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Before Camilo knew it he was standing. Now everyone was looking at him.

He couldn’t figure out how to make any of this better, how to comfort himself, so he just shifted into Bello.

He’d prepared himself for more scoldings; he didn't expect more silence.

Taking in a sharp breath he turned and ran off, and that’s when all the noises came.

More yelling, asking for him to come back, some were angry at Abuela and others were simply pleading.

But he just didn’t care anymore.

Camilo wanted to go to his room but he didn’t. It changed too much and he needed something stable. So he went to the nursery.

Locking the door behind him, he stood in front of the mirror, slowly breaking down. He got angrier with every tear that rolled down his face.

He saw someone in his reflection, but wasn’t sure if that was even him anymore.

But then again he wasn’t sure who he was anyways, so maybe it was him.

How could he be a person if he was only able to be himself when other people allowed him to be?

Did Camilo Madrigal even exist anymore?

“I need to purge my urges,” he held his face in his hands, “shame. shame. shame.” He repeated to himself.

Even when he didn’t say them out loud the words rang out through his head.

Shame.

Soon enough he looked back up at himself, or whoever was looking back at him.

He was so sick of himself. In that moment he would’ve rather been anyone else.

As he lay in bed, Camilo begged casita to take his gift away. He’d never ask for anything ever again if he got his wish.

He was disappointed when he woke up with it.

That morning everyone acted like nothing happened, since he usually didn’t like discussing stuff like that unless he brought it up.

But he didn’t bring it up. There was nothing to talk about. He went back to being what everyone knew to be Camilo Madrigal.

He didn’t know if he’d ever bring up what he was feeling on the inside.

But what was the point of that?

What was the point of being him when he was only useful as what other people wanted him to be?

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I wanted to write Camilo a vent song about an identity crisis, but I’m not musically talented at all so I wrote this. It’s angstier than I’m used to writng so I wanna know what you guys think.

note: that wasnt meant to be Abuela Alma slander, personally I love her, but I also recognize that she was emotionally abusive

Also since my heart can’t take unhappy ending especially since sad Camilo breaks me he ends up talking to Dolores about it and everything’s fine in the end and he eventually feels like himself no more sad Camilo

Now i wanna write about each of the Madrigals’ struggles who didn’t get vent songs but I’m already working on Pepa’s story in the triplets trilogy I need to stop adopting big projects

also this was definitely inspired by Neil Perry in Dead Poets Society cause I feel like Camilo would kin him

Have a nice day and night !! 💛

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asthmark · 4 years ago

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❝ chemistry ❞ o.st

synopsis → osaki shotaro moving to town means trips to the dance studio, boba dates, and the perpetual teasing of lee donghyuck.

pairing → shotaro, reader

requested? → yes! based off @onlyjihoons’s shipping game answer ♡

word count → 5.5k (this was supposed to be 1k.... goodbye.)

a/n → i enjoy writing texting scenes WAY too much ;; tbh this is like 50% texts im cryign but i had to convey how much i love 00 line .... and also how firmly i believe in lee donghyuck devil supremacy. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and enjoy!

if someone were to ask you how you felt about your friends, you would without any hesitation, answer that you loved them to death. of course, if you were being completely honest, you would also have to add that you experienced the urge to strangle them from time to time. that might earn you a couple odd stares but you’re sure people would be more understanding if they knew who was in your inner circle to begin with.

for starters, there was lee jeno — tall, handsome, and the textbook definition of a gentleman. then, na jaemin, who you would consider to be the yin to jeno’s yang. an extremely energetic guy and, in your book, a total freak of nature ever since you found out that he inhales four shots of espresso on the daily. liu yangyang was a more recent addition to your group but, being as quick-witted as he was, he quickly fit right in. he also had a habit of going on somewhat aggressive rants in german which renjun found to be extremely amusing. speaking of, huang renjun was another one of your close friends — the shortest of the group, actually. (and, much to renjun’s dismay, that’s exactly how donghyuck liked to introduce him to people.) he was the type of guy you could trust to keep everyone in check which consequently made you mildly terrified of him.

however, it could never compare to the perpetual fear you have of lee donghyuck.

of course, you love him to pieces but sometimes you really wish he didn’t find so much joy in, well, making everyone miserable. you couldn’t deny it was funny to watch him tease and taunt your other friends. you still remember him purposefully messing up renjun’s game at the local arcade just when he was about to reach his high score — and also the way renjun had tackled him to the floor right then and there, resulting in the six of you being banned from the place. or, that time he offered to pay for everyone’s starbucks orders only to tell the barista that jaemin’s name was ben dover. (to no one’s surprise, yangyang had found that joke particularly hilarious.) you can also clearly recall how hard you had laughed in both of those situations.

but, donghyuck never let anyone laugh for too long.

according to him it was ’only fair’ to make sure each of his friends was at the receiving end of his gags. so, despite laughing at his latest victim’s expense, each of you knew that donghyuck would make sure you were in the same position sooner or later.

you definitely weren’t expecting it to be your turn one dull friday evening.

things are going slow for you as you sit at your desk, typing away on your laptop. school has been out for hours and your professors have decided to be saints and leave you little homework for the weekend. beside you, your phone dings, alerting you of the new text message in your group chat.

[4:23 pm] hyuck: i’m bored 🥺

[4:23 pm] you: plz never use that emoji again

[4:24 pm] nana: it’s misleading dude

[4:25 pm] yangx2: yeah like when have u ever made a face that isn’t this 😈

[4:25 pm] renjun: donghyuck is the devil = confirmed

[4:25 pm] nana: CALLED IT

[4:26 pm] hyuck: u guys are literally so evil

jeno laughed at “u guys are literally so evil”

[4:27 pm] jeno: look who’s talking lol

[4:27 pm] you: dangg u know it’s bad when lee jeno disses u

[4:28 pm] jeno: ...ngl it kinda feels like ur shading me rn

[4:28 pm] you: u would be correct :)

[4:29 pm] hyuck: um HELLO can u guys go back to paying attention to me???

[4:29 pm] renjun: what do u want, diva?

[4:29 pm] hyuck: i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(

renjun disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

yangx2 disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

you disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

nana disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

jeno disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

[4:30 pm] hyuck: OH COME ON

[4:30 pm] yangx2: i think what u meant to say is that u wanna make one of us very miserable today, right?

[4:30 pm] hyuck: .....no comment

nana renamed the group chat “hyuck hate club”

[4:31 pm] hyuck: ok i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[4:31 pm] jeno: well now u know what it’s like to be friends with u

[4:31 pm] you: so true king omg ur on a roll

[4:32 pm] hyuck: hmm okay so either jeno or y/n is gonna be today’s target, got it

[4:32 pm] hyuck: anyway can u guys come down to the dance studio now??

[4:32 pm] you: what makes u think i would go anywhere near u when i know ur plotting ur revenge on me as we speak

[4:32 pm] hyuck: because maybe i’ll have mercy on u and just terrorize jeno instead

[4:33 pm] you: good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!

[4:33 pm] jeno: HEY

nana laughed at “good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!”

[4:34 pm] yangx2: u literally cannot trust anyone in this friend group

[4:34 pm] renjun: ikr isn’t it great???

you might have been slightly out of your mind to willingly go see donghyuck knowing you had teased him in your group chat earlier. although, if there was a slight chance he would show you mercy if you did hang out with him, you were going to take it.

the studio was where you had first met donghyuck, along with the rest of your friends due to the dance classes you attended. after bumping into each in between classes and during practice, you began to get well acquainted. turns out, the six of you actually got along incredibly well and after a while, you began to share routines and tips, even choreographing together from time to time. obviously, this led to the infamous group chat being formed and lots of time spent outside the studio as well.

but, none of you had lost that love for dancing. in fact, forming your little clique had only made it grow. as you opened the front doors of the building you had made so many memories in, you wondered if donghyuck wanted your insight on a certain routine or needed some help choreographing. of course, there was also the possibility that he really was just bored and wanted you to suffer with him.

what you did not expect, however, was to see him caught up in conversation with another person. you couldn’t clearly see them with donghyuck in the way; all you knew for certain was that your best friend’s mouth was moving a mile a minute. you tentatively tiptoe into the room, hoping to not intrude on their discussion. but, at hearing the doors creak open, donghyuck puts his rant on pause to enthusiastically wave you over.

you sigh, putting your belongings down and approaching the pair. as you near, you notice that hyuck has a huge smile — no, smirk — on his face. you internally curse yourself for believing that he would ever pass up an opportunity to torment you, especially in front of a stranger.

“this is a very dear friend of mine,” you hear him introduce to his acquaintance. “her name is y/n. she dances, too.”

“oh, that’s really cool!”

the stranger’s unusually cheery tone prompts you to finally peek behind donghyuck and put a face to the voice.

and what a face he has.

“this is shotaro,” donghyuck informs you. “he’s new to town and quite the dancer. caught him in the middle of a routine.”

your knees almost wobble as you take in the stranger — shotaro’s — kind eyes that almost sparkle. (you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fluorescent lights of the studio or just part of his charm.) his lips are curved up into a friendly smile that makes you feel slightly giddy. his hair falls into his face almost perfectly, not a strand out of place and you’re uncertain as to how that’s even possible since, as donghyuck had said, he was dancing. not to mention, there’s not a bead of sweat on his face. did this guy come straight out of a disney movie or something?

“excuse her,” donghyuck chuckles. “good looking people tend to make her freeze up. don’t worry, this happened when she met me, too.”

you offer your friend a glare and an elbow to the side and you swear you hear shotaro chuckle. you turn to him instead, putting on a welcoming smile.

“my bad, i just—”

“got lost in his eyes?”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “donghyuck, please don’t make me have to attack you in front of our guest.”

more giggles escape shotaro. (you swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard.) you curiously tilt your head at him.

“sorry, it’s just that, you guys are too funny,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

you mirror his grin, slightly relieved he was amused instead of weirded out. “yeah, well, just wait ’til you meet the rest of us. it’s like a circus show, you’ll love it.”

“hello, clowns!��

“speak of the devil,” donghyuck murmurs, watching as yangyang and renjun enter, followed by jeno and jaemin.

“woah, who’s the cutie?” yangyang asks renjun, in what you presume he thinks is a whisper. however, yangyang has never spoken quietly a day in his life. renjun simply shrugs at his question.

having clearly heard the compliment, a faint blush creeps onto shotaro’s cheeks.

“guys, this is shotaro,” donghyuck answers, tugging the sandy blonde forward.

he gives a somewhat shy wave. “hi, y/n’s friends.”

jaemin erupts into laughter. “uh oh, looks like he likes y/n more than hyuck.”

“don’t blame him,” jeno mutters.

shotaro’s forehead creases, face suddenly twisted in worry. “oh, i’m sorry, was i not supposed to say that?”

“oh no, don’t worry,” donghyuck denies, quickly. “i’m sure y/n doesn’t mind at all, right?”

if you could crawl into a hole to avoid the embarrassment, you would. of course, donghyuck was 100% right; you really didn’t mind shotaro calling the group that if it meant you could hear him say your name over and over again. in fact, his sweet voice could probably make the dictionary sound like the most addictive song. but, donghyuck had no right putting you on the spot like that.

jeno suddenly speaks, catching on to your flustered state and donghyuck’s evil grin. “so, it’s y/n’s turn today? sweet, i’m off the hook!”

shotaro furrows his brows slightly. “huh?”

“oh, it’s just an inside joke,” jeno says, smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

you wish you could strangle him right then and there for finding amusement at your expense but the last thing you want is for shotaro to think you’re some sort of psychopath. (although, with a friend group like this, you’re definitely beginning to think that’s where you’re headed.)

“got it,” shotaro responds, breaking out into a grin himself. “you guys seem like a really close bunch!”

“the closest,” donghyuck corrects, overly sweet, as he wraps an arm around you. (you resist the urge to shove him off.) “you’ll fit right in!”

you believed that the torture was over the day donghyuck introduced shotaro to your group. you would probably just see him from time to time and the studio (hopefully without hyuck around) and it would all be downhill from there, right? the latest notification on your phone alerts you that you are absolutely wrong.

hyuck has added one (1) user to the group chat

[1:05 pm] hyuck: welcome shotaro!!

[1:06 pm] unknown: oh hey guys! :]

the emoticon almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you roll your eyes in frustration at how easily affected you were by this guy. seriously, why did everything he do have to be so cute? regardless, you quickly add his number to your contacts.

[1:06 pm] hyuck: why don’t we do a little roll call so shotaro can save ur numbers to his phone

[1:07 pm] yangx2: YANGYANG

[1:07 pm] yangx2: HA I WAS FIRST

[1:07 pm] jeno: ...

[1:08 pm] jeno: anyway this is jeno :)

[1:08 pm] nana: jaemin present!

[1:08 pm] renjun: hi shotaro, this is renjun

[1:10 pm] shotaro: haha cool thanks a lot, i just saved all ur numbers!

[1:10 pm] shotaro: but quick question, is y/n in this group chat? :0

you almost drop your phone at reading shotaro’s message although you’re unsure why. he just typed your name, get it together, you urge yourself.

[1:11 pm] you: heyy shotaro! i’m right here :)

[1:11 pm] shotaro: oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^

hyuck disliked “oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^”

[1:12 pm] hyuck: shotaro plz return my love what does she have that i don’t T-T

[1:12 pm] nana: a heart

[1:12 pm] yangx2: a brain

[1:12 pm] jeno: a conscience

[1:12 pm] renjun: a functioning moral compass

[1:13 pm] hyuck: wtf

[1:13 pm] shotaro: ahahaha it’s like i’m watching a comedy

[1:14 pm] you: told u it’s a circus

[1:14 pm] you: i say get out while u still can

[1:14 pm] shotaro: whaatt and leave u behind? no way!

nana renamed the group chat “shotaro x y/n supremacists”

[1:15 pm] jeno: my thoughts exactly

[1:15 pm] renjun: took the words right out of my mouth

you cringe at your friends’ blunt behavior, praying shotaro didn’t find their antics to be too strange.

[1:16 pm] shotaro: 😳

[1:16 pm] nana: aww someone’s shy

[1:17 pm] renjun: he wouldn’t last a day in itzy

[1:17 pm] yangx2: HELPP

you shake your head, laughing silently to yourself as you mute the group chat and place your phone back down. although, moments later, you receive a direct message. you presume it’s one of the boys trying to rope you back into the chat but the moment you see the contact name, you’re forced to do a double take.

[1:21 pm] shotaro: i hope i’m not bothering u but i just wanted to make sure ur okay .. you kinda went quiet in the gc :>

[1:21 pm] shotaro: it’s shotaro from the dance studio btw!

you can’t help but find the fact that he seriously thought you wouldn’t remember him adorable. how could you ever forget a face like his?

[1:22 pm] you: that’s so kind! i’m okay, i promise. i’ve just had to put up with those dorks for way too long, sometimes i just ignore them haha

[1:22 pm] shotaro: lol yeah they do seem like a handful! but i look forward to getting to know them better!!

[1:23 pm] shotaro: and u too ofc~~

it takes all your willpower not to spam dozens of heart emojis in an attempt to show shotaro just how he has reduced you to a lovesick fool. instead, your response is short and sweet.

[1:23 pm] you: right back at u, taro! ♡

“okay, take five,” donghyuck pants, pausing the music blaring from the speakers.

you gladly obey, wiping away the light sweat you had worked up from the latest routine you and hyuck were constructing.

you both belonged to the same dance class and frequently paired together for partnered projects. the rest of your friends attended different classes, which you constantly joked was for the best since there was no way one dance instructor could possibly handle the six of you together.

“how do you feel?” donghyuck asks you, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“the choreo’s great, i’m proud of what we got so far,” you reply. “of course, i would be happier if i didn’t have to get so up close and personal with you.”

donghyuck scoffs at your joke. “i can’t do anything about that. the teacher said the whole concept of the routine is supposed to be is intimate.”

you fake a gag, failing to contain a laugh when hyuck playfully shoves you in offense.

“i’m sorry i can’t be shotaro,” he adds, a smirk forming on his lips.

you roll your eyes. “oh, very funny.”

“c’mon, you’re acting like you wouldn’t kill to have him as your partner, especially with choreo as spicy as this.”

“well, it would beat being paired with you,” you remark, picking up your water bottle and taking a swig.

“hm, then looks like today might be your lucky day,” donghyuck replies, eyes trained somewhere behind you.

you follow his gaze, nearly choking on your water as soon as you catch sight of shotaro entering the studio. he meets your eyes, plucking out his earbuds and offering you a small wave.

“oh, hey guys!” he exclaims, cheerfully.

“hey ’taro,” you greet, rather quickly, earning you a knowing glance from your partner.

“’taro?” hyuck repeats, amused, as he folds his arms over his chest. “you guys are already on cute nickname basis?”

shotaro giggles, eyes squinting adorably as he does so. “it is a pretty adorable nickname, right? she’s the only one who calls me that!”

your heart beats faster when you see how oddly excited that seems to make him. did he somehow find it endearing?

“seems like the two of you are becoming quite close, hm?” continues hyuck.

shotaro nods enthusiastically before glancing at you tentatively, as if to check for confirmation.

“yeah, you could say that.”

your agreement causes yet another smile to grace shotaro’s lips — this time he seems relieved. you briefly wonder if the kid ever stops flashing those pearly whites of his. you certainly hope so, or else your heart may never catch a break.

“well, since you’re comfortable enough with each other,” donghyuck begins, flashing you a grin.

you’re not even sure what he’s gonna say but you already feel the need to put an end to it. after all, nothing good has ever come of donghyuck’s mischievous grins. you subtly purse your lips and narrow your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop whatever chaos he’s planning to ensue.

nevertheless, he proceeds. “maybe you could help me out with this choreography?”

you want to facepalm at donghyuck’s lame excuse of a lie. however, on the other hand, shotaro’s face lights up in delight.

“you’re working on choreo? what for?” he inquires, curiously.

“for our dance class,” hyuck explains, motioning towards you. “i have a couple ideas so i was thinking you two could maybe try out some steps i’m planning to include. you know, to help me... visualize.”

“that sounds awesome,” shotaro responds, oblivious to your friend’s untruths. “i would love to help you guys out.”

“great!” donghyuck claps his hands together. “just a heads up, the theme of the routine is intimacy, so i wanna see all that charm of yours, shotaro. it’ll, uh, help me choreograph.”

you cringe at the obvious fib. meanwhile, it’s as if a switch has gone off in shotaro’s mind. his smile fades and his eyebrows knit together. “hold on, i-intimacy? does that mean—”

“that you’ll have to get a bit touchy-feely with her? yeah,” donghyuck interjects, innocently.

“y’know... i’ve really been wanting to dance with her.” he faces you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “just never thought it would be like this.”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “i know, it might be a bit... uncomfortable. you can back out if you’d like. i promise hyuck and i won’t mind.”

shotaro’s head shakes, vigorously. “no, of course not!” he must realize how quick he was to deny your offer, making him suspiciously eager to be close to you as he immediately adds, “i mean, it’s good practice.”

you suppress a giggle. “sure thing. hyuck, should we get started now?”

the boy in question dramatically picks at his nails, acting as if he had been waiting on you both for hours. “if you guys are done flirting, then, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, shooting shotaro a mildly annoyed stare. he grins, finding it to be equally amusing as it is endearing. (what can he say, the faint pout that appeared on your face was cute.)

“shotaro, how about you get in position right behind her.”

shotaro obeys, making sure to leave a significant amount of space between the two of you. however, donghyuck doesn’t seem to approve.

“closer!” he commands. “the concept is intimacy, not social distancing!”

shotaro shuffles forward, pressing his front into your back. you can’t help but notice how firmly toned his chest is. curse his dancers body, you think.

“okay, now, lemme see your hands on her waist!”

you feel the breath of shotaro’s shaky exhale on the back of your neck as he obeys, sliding apprehensive hands around your midsection. there’s silence on donghyuck’s end and through the mirror you watch him observe the two of you, no doubt acting way more pensive than he truly is. you know he’s just prolonging your flustered state by keeping you in this intimate position with the younger boy.

although, shotaro himself might know it too, considering the fact that he begins to rub comforting circles into your sides that he’s currently gripping, as per donghyuck’s request, in an attempt to calm you down. you nearly melt right then and there. at the same time, you hope he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

donghyuck calls out your name, successfully startling you and putting an end to the peaceful atmosphere. “why don’t you go ahead and lean on his shoulder. just lay your head back nice and easy— good, very good! look at that chemistry!”

if you’re being sincere, reclining on shotaro feels way more natural and enjoyable than it should. he steadily holds you in place, almost as if he secretly wishes to never let go. you wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea either.

“alright, last thing, guys! y/n, how about you hook your arm around shotaro’s neck?”

you do so, fingers brushing softly against his jaw. he shivers beneath your touch, erupting into giggles when you shoot him an odd stare.

“i’m ticklish,” he confesses, in a whisper.

you can’t help but smile widely. “is that so? hm, i might have to exploit that information sooner or later.”

“as long as donghyuck doesn’t find out,” he replies.

his comment certainly gets a chuckle out of you. “did you finally realize how evil he is?”

“if the torture he’s putting you through right now is anything to go by, then absolutely.”

“only a matter of time before it’s your turn,” you reply. you lean into his ear to add, “by the way, this is anything but torture for me.”

“hey! no whispering!” donghyuck reprimands.

for the first time, shotaro goes against the older boy’s orders to whisper back, “it’s mutual. if anything, i think this is the best thing i’ve done since i moved here.”

your heart melts at the sincere admission. you stare at shotaro in what you’re sure is a very obvious case of heart eyes. you’re taken aback to find that he, too, returns the lovesick look. perhaps he was immersing himself a bit too much in the intimacy concept...

“stop! pause! cut!”

you and shotaro (reluctantly) untangle yourselves from each other to face a seemingly unhappy donghyuck.

“can you guys please just focus on my instructions without falling in love with each other?” he pleads. “i mean, you haven’t even gotten out of the starting position yet.” he groans, exasperated. “actually, you know what, just take five.”

[2:03 pm] hyuck: good morning

[2:03 pm] nana: it’s 2 o clock in the afternoon but ok

[2:03 pm] hyuck: i just woke up, therefore it’s morning

[2:03 pm] shotaro: good morning :3 did u sleep well?

[2:04 pm] hyuck: i slept a wonderful 27 hours, thnx for asking!

[2:04 pm] yangx2: ?????? THERES NOT EVEN 27 HOURS IN A DAY IM SCREAMING

[2:04 pm] you: LOLLL WHY WAS HE HIBERNATING

[2:05 pm] renjun: i was just gonna ignore him but i am genuinely concerned now

[2:05 pm] shotaro: woww,, well at least you’re well rested now! :]

[2:04 pm] nana: shotaro, i am begging u not to encourage him

[2:04 pm] you: all it takes is one (1) supportive person and he becomes an unstoppable force of evil

[2:04 pm] shotaro: o_0

[2:05 pm] jeno: besides ur like the only other person here with common sense besides myself and maybe renjun. i can’t lose u to donghyuck :(

[2:05 pm] renjun: ykw i’m not even gonna argue with that

[2:05 pm] yangx2: yeah shotaro is a good guy™

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i hate u guys and ur goldfish attention spans

[2:06 pm] you: sigh what do you need hyuck?

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i want boba :(

[2:07 pm] you: that actually sounds really good but idk if it’s worth being around u

[2:07 pm] hyuck: i’ll pretend like u didn’t just say that <3 what if i paid?

[2:07 pm] you: ....

[2:08 pm] yangx2: LMAO HYUCK BEING NICE IS SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR

[2:08 pm] renjun: ikr it’s making me super uncomfortable rn

[2:08 pm] hyuck: can’t i do something nice for my friends? :/

[2:08 pm] jeno: no

[2:09 pm] nana: nope

[2:09 pm] yangx2: nah

[2:09 pm] renjun: absolutely not

[2:09 pm] you: never seen it happen before so no

[2:10 pm] hyuck: u guys are so fake :( shotaro do u wanna hang out with me? if u say no i’ll scream :)

[2:11 pm] shotaro: yeah i guess i could :]

[2:11 pm] renjun: oh this just got interesting.. i guess i could tag along

[2:11 pm] yangx2: me too, i gotta be there to record whatever happens

[2:12 pm] nana: i’m in

[2:12 pm] jeno: same

[2:12 pm] you: hhhhh okay fine.. only to ensure taro’s safety

[2:13 pm] shotaro: (^з^)-︎♡

due to the fact that you believed donghyuck was going to try and officially initiate shotaro into your friend group with one of his infamous pranks, you decided to head to the boba shop. you hoped that if you showed up, you would be able to prevent whatever mayhem he had planned or at the very least, provide some damage control.

you pushed open the door to the quaint building, the bell dinging to announce your arrival. your eyes immediately lock onto the table in the far back since it was where you and your friends always sat — you had practically claimed it. you expect to see all the chairs filled but, to your surprise, only one person occupies the space.

osaki shotaro.

he beams, probably relieved to finally have some company in the otherwise empty shop. (after all, you weren’t sure how long he had been sitting there all alone.) nevertheless, you allow yourself to wonder — just for a second — if maybe he was just that ecstatic to see you. the way he enthusiastically waves you over seems to be in favor of that theory. it’s almost confirmed when you reach he table and he pats the chair beside him.

you let out a soft laugh. “the whole table’s empty, ‘taro.”

“i know,” he admits. “i just really want you to sit next to me.”

you swear you could break down in tears simply from the way he’s looking at you; like you’re all he needs. it’s pure adoration. you wonder if that’s how you look at him too. you can’t help but ask yourself if he, too, notices your longing stares.

you decide that you would be a monster if you denied shotaro his wish, so, you internally prepare yourself to sit next to possibly the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. yet, that proves to be difficult as said boy stands up to pull out your chair like the gentleman he is. you shoot him a grateful smile, mentally dethroning jeno as the most well-mannered person you know and passing the crown on to shotaro.

“so, how long have you been waiting for?” you ask, resting your elbow on the table and leaning into your palm to stare attentively at the boy to your right.

“actually, i only got here a couple minutes before you. we did agree to meet up here a quarter before three, right?” he asks, slightly confused.

you nod in confirmation. “honestly, i think we got set up.”

shotaro tilts his head. “really? why would they do that?”

“might have something to do with our ‘chemistry’,” you explain, quoting donghyuck.

the japanese boy’s mouth falls agape, as he comes to the realization. “oh, so they literally set us up.”

“mhm,” you agree, smiling ever so slightly.

shotaro must be paying closer attention than you thought because he picks up on your grin. “what’s with the smile?”

you shrug, feigning uncertainty. “i guess i just don’t feel so bad about being set up if it’s with a certain cutie i know.”

“oh?” he raises a brow, cheeks growing as he too mirrors your lovestruck look. “should i be worried about this guy?”

“certainly not,” you reassure him. “i’ve only got eyes for one.”

you see a faded tint of pink rush to his cheeks and you find it adorable how your confession flusters him. you can’t help but caress the supple skin as gently as possible. shotaro leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cup your own, almost as if he were holding you in place. after a couple moments of basking in the intimate moment, you retract your hand.

“maybe we should try and get hyuck to include that in the choreo, huh?” you suggest, a teasing smile on your lips.

shotaro chuckles, “sounds good to me. i might even ask if i can fill his position, too. if not, i just might get jealous.”

you playfully shove him and he raises his hands in surrender. you chuckle, grabbing one of the menus that litter the table, planning to offer shotaro some help choosing an item from the list that is surely unfamiliar to him but it seems something outside the window behind you has caught his focus instead.

“looks like we have an audience.”

you take a deep breath at his words, preparing yourself for whatever it is you’re going to see upon turning around. when you finally do, all you manage to catch is five heads ducking beneath the windowsill, in a weak attempt to not get caught.

“of course,” you nearly laugh. “they’re so predictable.”

shotaro seems to find the situation humorous as well, if his amused tone is anything to go by. “to be honest, we should be thanking them. they got us together.”

“oh, so we’re together now?” you inquire, raising a brow.

“w-well, i mean, if you want to. i-i definitely want to.”

“no need for stuttering,” you reassure him, reaching over to stroke that one ticklish spot on his neck. “to quote a very wise — and handsome — young man, ‘it’s mutual.’”

he smiles at his own words being recited to him. “i don’t know about you, but i think we should seal the deal.”

“interesting. how do you suppose we do that?” you ask with faux curiosity. you certainly had some ideas of your own.

“maybe... a kiss?” shotaro leans forward, eyes closed expectantly as he taps his cheek. you resist the urge to pinch his lovely, round baby cheeks. he peeks one eye open to add, “for the audience, of course.”

you giggle, completely and utterly love-struck by the boy before you. in fact, you are so enamored by him that you decide to go the extra mile and press a sweet, chaste peck to his lips.

it seems as if he himself didn’t expect it as his eyes snap open, hand coming up to cup his lips in shock. when he finally uncovers his mouth, you see there’s a dazed, giddy grin on his face that let’s you know the smooch was very welcome pleasant surprise.

your phones simultaneously go off, alerting you of incoming messages. it’s a given that it’s none other than the group chat.

[3:15 pm] nana: that smooch was romcom worthy i’m so impressed right now

[3:15 pm] jeno: shotaro is living proof that being a gentleman has its perks! everyone in this gc should take notes!

[3:15 pm] yangx2: HERE IHAVE THE VDIEO OF THE WHOELE THIGN IF ANYOEN WANTS IT

[3:16 pm] yangx2: attachment: 1 video

[3:16 pm] yangx2: SORURY FOR THE TYPSO MY TEARS ARE BLURRIGN THE KYEBIOARD

[3:16 pm] renjun: can we get boba now?

[3:16 pm] renjun: oh wait my bad, congrats to the new couple :-)

[3:16 pm] renjun: to celebrate they should pay for everyone’s drinks.. just a thought

[3:17 pm] hyuck: ur welcome, y/n and shotaro ;)

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tangledinmdzs · 4 years ago

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

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

aha hi anon!

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

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

cheers to your request~

.･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙

Jin Ling

you sigh, put your hair up

put your hair down

put your hair up

and then down again

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

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

but said sect leader

may have had too much fun talking with you last night

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

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

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

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

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

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

(but never enough)

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

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

Lan Sizhui

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

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

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

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

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

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

you pout at him

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

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

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

you blink at him,

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

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

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

when he leaves your lips, slowly, longingly,

he feels that that should be enough to sate him

for now

Xiao Xingchen

“Daozhang,” you say, warningly

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

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

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

whatever happened to your entire neck and shoulders

anyways

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

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

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

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

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

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

from behind you Xingchen returns your smile,

feeling the butterflies for each other all over again

Xue Yang

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

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

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

“pretty?” a deep voice interrupts your thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but you have a conference to attend

a time and place to be

a name to clear

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

but gives you all the strength that you need to depart

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galaxysodapopdraws · 3 years ago

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Ok I’m on vacation rn so no art BUT here’s few little things about some characters in my sonic au.

Also it’s late at night and I’m tired so sorry if there’s any typos!

Starting with chuck and I guess sonic as well. Both of them actually stim a lot. Mostly by tapping their feet rapidly when thinking or sometimes they’ll do it without realizing. (This actually happens a lot in the old comics with them interacting which I thought was cute.)

Another thing about chuck is that he didn’t invent the power rings, but instead makes them by getting water from the lake of rings where they live. It’s a sort of technique that is passed down from generation in the hedgehog aka Prower family. Chuck learned it from his dad and he then taught sonic. Chuck likes to add designs that fits the persons likes and personality in power rings they wear. And he and Nigel have their own unique ones chuck made when he proposed.

Sonic hates water. A lot. Not as much as he did when he was little though. No one knows why he is so scared of water. He was so scared when he was little of water to the point of crying if his mom and dad or uncles and aunt go swimming in a lake or beach. And bath time was nearly impossible it was a team effort to get him clean. Driving static and Maurice to exhaustion and covered in claw marks when it was over. Sonic is a little more relaxed around wages even sitting in super shallow water but will refuse to swim and mostly only takes showers.

Because Sonic’s mom, static is a cheetah he got a bit of cheetah dna in him. He did absolutely get her powers but he also got more. For one, when he was a newborn he had spots and even cheek marks of a cheetah that slowly faded with time. He also has sharp teeth and claws. Much sharper than any normal hedgehog. Maurice thinks being part cat might have something to do with his fear of water but static likes water so who knows. He also “chirped” like a cheetah when he was a baby to call his mom. Static will randomly chirp to make sonic instinctively chirp back to embarrass him.

Sonia and Manic are twins that are half hedgehog and half porcupine. They’re dad is actually a donor so they haven’t met him but are willing to see him. Manic has zero powers (unless you count pickpocketing as a power) and Sonia has super strength. Working together they love to cause mischief and ruckus in the villages. Manic doesn’t usually pickpocket because he wants to he actually does it sort of instinct. Sometimes he’ll accidentally steal something and not realize it until he gets home. So before they leave a store or something aleena tells him to empty his pockets to double check. And Sonia LOVES pretty princess things. She asks aleena a lot to do her and manics makeup, manic does not mind wearing makeup at all. And finally Sonia and manic are not their real names. Their real names are actually Aria and Chasen. Both with music meaning behind them, since Aleena loves music and even has sound powers.

I’ll post more later im falling asleep I hope y’all like them!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #uncle chuck #aleena the hedgehog #sonia the hedgehog #manic the hedgehog #sonic underground #feel free to ask questions #just remember I’ll probably won’t get to the question immediately #sonic genesis

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souichieatr · 4 years ago

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wanna be yours, ch2

suna x freader , foxy boy

where in which two opposites fall in love

a/n: for everyone who commented on the posts youve been added sorry i cant reply <//3 if you're interested in being in the taglist send me an ask, i was thinking of making a playlist for the au would anyone be interested? lmk !! sorry if there are any mistakes or if its bad this is my first writing <3

ch1. this voice im hearing rn? , hey bestie

word count: 2,090

the first song- The Ghost of You- my chemical romance

second song- I Bet on Losing dogs- mitski

third song- Crybaby- destroy boys

pocketing her phone after reading tendous message, she opens the door waving to a couple friends and offers friendly smile taking her seat. a pair of pale green eyes follow her. after yesterday suna did a little research about her y/n y/l/n the bassist and youngest in the band called 4u, she has quite a big following on twitter, she's really nice and interacts with the fans. looking at her now you can't imagine her on stage suna thought. breaking away from his thoughts as the teacher walks in. spouting for about what feels like hours and the students taking notes, finally lunch approaches. y/n jumps from her seat grabbing her case she walks to the third year hallway. waving to her friends they walk to her, tendou wrapping his arms around her “y/n!!!!!! i missed you” laughing as she hugged him back “tendou!!! i missed you toooo.” she turns to the grey haired male, “semisemi!!” she says giving him a hug, he rolls his eyes and hugs her back “and ushi!!” she turns to the brunette to which he pats her head “good afternoon y/n.” as they go to the lunch room to grab their lunch, they walk to one of the music rooms they usually occupy. a beep from her phone grabs her attention seeing her friend atsumu asking if him his twin and their friend can join for lunch, “hey guys you dont mind if atsumu and his friends come join us?” she says setting down her case against the wall. “nah you can invite them, atsumu is our biggest hype man” tendou says, grabbing his drum sticks from his back pocket. texting him its cool she goes to unzip her bass. “oh ms lady ive missed you” she says hugging the instrument, “i can't believe you two and always wanting to play, dont yall have any other hobby?” semi says, grabbing the schools given guitar setting the speaker up for y/n. tendou gives a scoff “semisemi dont act like you hate hearing us play i see you listening to our covers alllll the timeeeee” he says “yeah semi besides we have a concert soon and it wouldnt be bad to have an audience” y/n says walking to semi to connect her bass to the speaker when the door opens, entering is atsumu in the middle, osamu on his left, and a mystery guy in the back. setting her bass down running up to the blond “tsumu!!” giving him a hug “y/n!!” he hugs her back, she waves to osamu, who shes met on an occasion. looking towards the dark haired guy she walks up to him, noticing shes seen him somewhere. “youre suna right? we're in the same class?” she says giving him a hand and a awkward smile, nodding at her words. “hope its okay im here” he says taking her hand giving a slight shake. “nah dont worry its nice to have a different face, seeing tsumu is getting boring” turning around to the male. “what she means to say is we could use practice in front of new people” the grey haired male says giving a small laugh when tendou scoffs at him, both guys walking towards the small group. “this is semi and this is tendou” she says introducing them. when the introductions are over the two males go back to setting up, y/n walks the newcomers to the sitting area “here you guys can sit, im sure you all know ushijima” on hearing his name he looks up from his name giving a small head bow. they all sit “any recommendations tsumu?” y/n says walking to her bass making sure everything was good, looking towards the small group. “y/n you know my favorites” atsumu says stealing one of his brothers onigiri. y/n laughs and rolls her eyes, turning to tendou “anything you wanna try tori?” tendou looks at her with a smile “y/n lets show semi whatweve been working on” hearing this semi looked at them “what do you guys mean? what did you two do” y/n chuckles at the grey hairs doubtful expression “mr semisemi you know your favorite mcr song” when she sees him nod she continues “me and tori learned it” she says pushing him lightly. semi looked at her with wide eyes then at tendou, looking at semi tendou flicked his drum stick between his fingers with a nod. “wow semi cant believe you, we spent so much hours perfecting a my chemical romance for your sap self and he doesn't believe us y/nie i might

” tendou says fake sniffing. the little group in the back beyond confused, atsumu clearing his throat “have you three forgotten us already, wheres our show” ushijima nodding his head “yeah why are you guys being so vague” tendou snickers “dont worry you three and wakatoshi we have decided to play a new song or well cover i should say” “yeah and its semi’s favorite band you know the one that he wears on his shirts?” ushijima looking towards the girl after hearing her statement he nods. “okay can we play now ive been waiting to show my skills and get our lovely semi's opinion” y/n says removing her pick, both boys giving a ‘yeah’. finally tendou does the countdown. suna looks at all three of them with slight excitement in his stomach, ‘is this a new song im going to hear?’ before he could think of anything else, semi started playing a few chords by himself and y/n starting to add her own strums then tendou adding drums. sunas eyes widen at how well all the sounds blended together, freezing in his spot when semi started singing, when hitting the chorus y/n joins him. suna looking at her, he felt like he had been put in a trance, feeling like theres a spotlight on her when she starts nodding her head seeing her tongue sticking out when stringing the instrument. towards the end you can see y/n lose focus and her eye twitches, ending the song she sighs. “hey sorry about the end” waving to the guys to her left with a frown. hearing applause from the group the frown doesnt last long. “WHOOO!!!!! THAT WAS MY BESTIES GO SEMI! GO TENDOU! GO Y/N!!” atsumu gets up and yells. “that was so good what the hell that was yer first time too?” he says going up to the group, high-fiving y/n. “i mean me and tendou practiced together but semi basically has every song by them memorized but together? yeah our first.” tendou getting up to get his water that was next to ushijima. semi joining the fake blond and the girl, patting her on her back “that was a good first for us i can tell you and tendou worked hard, we're definitely adding it to the set list.” getting a laugh from both of them semi walks to the small group. “hey man that was really good, you have a nice voice” suna says as semi approaches, semi turned to him surprised “oh thank you im glad you enjoyed, do you listen to our stuff?” he says taking a seat next to him. “ive recently just started, i hope that doesnt sound too weird” the dark haired suddenly getting a little embarrassed, chuckling “its not weird i promise, well its good you listen to us or im sure it would've been awkward to just be here” nodding along to what he said. tendou going back to the drums “are you cowards tapping out now?” “COWARDS?!?!” y/n yells back turning around “i am no coward tendou satori i'll make you eat those words semi get over here” she said grabbing semis attention and shooing atsumu back to his seat. chuckling as he sat back down, turning to suna “howd ya like em? theyre good huh?” suna rolling his eyes “im not going to help inflate your ego tsumu” “yeah tsumu yer big ego is not cute” gasping to their remarks “you guys are so mean to me, i introduce you to nice music and even the artists and this is the thanks i get” before any could respond tendou starts clicking his sticks. starting this one is tendou with a slower sound, y/n entering second then semi with vocals. y/n leans down to mess with something by her foot turning a notch noises like static come out adding to the music, coming up fast she starts adding her vocals complimenting semis. pressing on the box she leans down as more noises come out. atsumu leans over to sunas ear “thats a pedal that holds other sounds and can help stretch other sounds” suna giving him a nod. towards the end y/n reaches down to the pedal again adding a distorted sound before adding her last bit of ‘oohs’ before the song ends. everyone clapping as the members stay still for s bit before y/n dramatically bows “youre so welcome lovely audience” she says blowing kisses to them, laughing at her atsumu jumps up and down pretending to be a crazy fan “oh y/n you were so go

od i love you y/n!!!” y/n laughing at him. “hey atsumu what about me!” tendou asks swinging his hand “howd i do?” “oh tendou you were so good, i love you too tendou!!!” he says swinging his arm back. tendou satisfied with his response nods his head, “and with that lets play one more i still want time to actually eat before we play again later.” “yeah lets try ‘crybaby’ we haven't done that in awhile” semi says getting in position.“remember y/n you do the verses” y/n nods clearing her throat “go tori” she says and tendou starts the counting again. starting the counting fast he gets one beat then y/n starts off with singing, swinging her bass back she grabs the mic. suna cracks a smile nodding his head a little as he remembers this song on their youtube, atsumu whistling when y/n dips down her mic as she sings, letting the boys have a solo in between verses she bobs her head. the last few seconds of the song she swings the instrument back as she steps on the pedal creating feedback, as semi goes to vocals she starts getting a solo with tendou playing, y/n leans forward and her and semi sing the rest of the song. after the last note they all look out of breath. clapping for them again letting them catch their breath, y/n starts laughing “i forget how hard that song is towards the end” laughing with her tendou nods “its literally the last 50 seconds that get the hardest” “alright lets clean up” semi says laughing at both of their bored looks they send him. finishing up they all go to the group whove are talking among themselves. sighing as she sits y/n takes the seat next to suna, “so howd you like the songs?” she says with a smile “they were good though i only recognized the last one” he replies, “tsumu told me you started listening to us recently so i thought or well semi thought wed show off a bit with our best song being that” she says with a smile grabbing her bottle. a small smile appears on his face “oh hey tsumu told me youre like really good in your classes and i really need help in history and since we have that group project coming up do you wanna pair up?” she says setting her bottle down grabbing a bag of chips. “yeah i dont mind as long as you actually do something and i can help you study if your grade is that bad” he says. “thatd actually help me out a lot i really appreciate it” she lets a breath out. after that the two spent all lunch just talking, the conversation coming easy for both of them. hearing the bell ring y/n hugs her friends and walks with suna to their class, pairing up in the project the teacher had given them in their period. after class before y/n rushed out she passed him her number with a wink “text me for the deets foxy boy.” ‘foxy boy? suna thought to himself shaking his head texting her with a simple ‘hey its suna’ and heading home.

facts !

during lunch when suna and y/n we're talking the followed each other on twitter

semi was really touched they learned the mcr song

the 4u concert is at a small venue but no one really cares about the other groups going there

osamu and atsumu almost started fighting over the onigiri until suna said something about ushijima being right there

atsumu was watching suna and y/n talking

osamu actually really enjoyed being there during lunch

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