#ngl I had too much fun with that drabble once i got going

[spinedog]

OK misunderstood how this works before I think? So,

Talk about chaotic biology (RWBY - Drabble)

You can request a drabble and ramble here! Scroll down to see what I've been asked about so far.

No worries at all!! It's a weird concept.

Gonna start putting all of these under a readmore to save dashboards but to summarize:

Ramble - You ever heard of prions? Mad Cow Disease? Chronic Wasting Disease? Ever wonder if it would be safe to eat a brain? Let's talk about that.

Drabble - I sure hope you like FR&HH universe (wild west RWBY au) because you weren't specific and my brain Went Somewhere

So let's talk about prions because I deal with them at work. Unlike bacteria (definitely alive) or viruses (not really alive), prions are Definitely Not Alive because it's just a protein molecule. In fact, it's one of the many specific proteins that your central nervous system needs to be alive and do its job - except, for some reason, this protein has just slightly misfolded. And that slight misfold causes a chain reaction and misfolds all of its buddies. And the brain responds, very normally, to this by turning into a sponge. This makes being a brain very difficult, to the point of dementia-like decline and then death.

But as horrible as this is, it shouldn't be contagious, right? WRONG! Some forms are! But don't worry, you're human, so as long as you're not eating the brains/nerve tissue of infected cows (or people) you'll be fine. Unless you have a family history of one of the human versions. Or you come into contact with contaminated medical equipment. Or if the deer version follows in the cow versions footsteps and breaks into us, because that's probably the most out of control prion disease at the moment.

So that's prions, the broken puzzle peice that causes Mad Cow Disease (cows), Scrapie (sheep/goats), Chronic Wasting Disease (deer and relatives), Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease (humans), and many others. It is super rare in people, but always fatal when it happens - and it's the same death that a dementia or Alzheimer's patient would suffer. This is one of the many reasons why we have disease surveillance programs and why they're important.

sorry did i say chaotic biology i probably meant cursed biology let's do that drabble

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Another night, another dimly lit saloon. It was well past the respectable man's bedtime, yet the crowd was still lively. Most were miners, merchants from the neighboring stores, some ragged farm hands that had snuck out for an evening, and of course the ever present dancing girls that circled around. Some gathered around a contentious poker game off to the side, others took to their individual tables to swap tales and gossip with their neighbors. But, as with any gathering spots, loners settled into the quiet spaces between hotspots. Corners, lonely tables, the quietest barstools.

She had found a nice little nook along the back edge of the bar to roost. The drunkard that usually guarded the spot had been dragged out by his boss early tonight, vacating the spot. All she had to do was slouch in his image, invisible to all but the bartender. An extra dime and a sideways look was all it took to silence him.

Not that she needed to worry all that much - she'd checked the wanted posters on the way in. Hers was laughably out of date. No one would recognize her here.

She slid her fingers across the table to her nearly empty glass, a habit born of many a misjudged distance. The girl was supposed to be here before her and she hated waiting. Once this beer is gone, so am I.

A light touch on her shoulder.

The outlaw didn't jump, to her credit. But as her hand sprung to her holster, her gaze flicked to the bartender. Not even glancing towards them, polishing a glass and speaking to a man in front of him. If whoever had approached her was any kind of danger, he'd be watching from the corner of his eye. She slowly turned.

A dancing girl, shorter than her even seated on the stool, leaned against her a little more, pink dress swishing, one eye closed in a wink.

"Ah. I'm not inter..."

The girl tilted her head, and opened the closed eye. A red pupil and pink iris contrasted sharply with the plain brown eye on the other side of her nose.

Amused, the outlaw exhaled sharply through her nose and spoke in a much lower tone. "Are you planning on giving that dress back to its owner, or is this a new career for you?"

Neapolitan gave a careless shrug as she sat down, careful to turn her back to the bartender. She'd tucked her hair up into the feathered cap, only allowing the brown side of the two-toned mop to escape. As for the paler patches of skin around her eye and face, makeup, low lighting, and an air of comfortable confidence did wonders. It was really quite a skill, such a distinctive looking person blending in so easily.

Knowing full well the shorter girl couldn't answer out loud, she hissed. "So?"

Neo raised her eyebrows. She opened a fan, fluttering it in front of her face with an innocent blink.

For a moment, her temper sparked. Then the outlaw saw a piece of paper, neatly tucked into the fan's hinge and folded with it.

Beacon. One of the sheriff's deputies is her daughter. I'm told she's still in the area.

The fan snapped shut. Mismatched eyes stared into her, the glare becoming pointed.

She sighed. A quick look to confirm no one was looking. Then she reached into the pocket of her jacket. The tiny gold bar was cold and heavy in her fingers as she passed it to Neo, who hurriedly shoved it into her bosom.

"Careful girl. You haven't got the volume to hide much." She muttered.

Neo dabbed at her right eye, as though wiping away a stray eyelash, with her middle finger.

She snorted to herself, turning away. She heard Neo flounce away more than she saw it, but waited a solid minute before standing. She slid one more dime across the bar, and fixed a hat onto her head. "Thank you for the service, sir."

The bartender snapped it up, returning to polishing the glasses. "Anytime, ma'am."

She was careful to tilt the brim as she walked out of the bar. She was distinctive enough herself.

The lean black mare tied outside hadn't stopped pawing the ground from the moment she walked in. Her nostrils were still flared wide, a trough cut into the ground under her still thrashing forefoot. "Enough, Midnight." An ear flicked at the name, but the mare only stopped once weight landed in the saddle.

Against her better judgment, her eye came to rest on the wanted posters nailed to the saloon wall. As if by poetic justice, the two of interest had been placed side by side.

One drawing was of a woman with long dark hair, eyes peircing through her even from a sketch.

RAVEN BRANWEN - CONSPIRACY, ROBBERY, MURDER. DEAD OR ALIVE, $5000.

The other contrasted sharply. A little girl, barely more than twelve. Dark hair, wild eyes, and jagged scars wrapping around her neck.

CINDER FALL - MURDER, ARSON. DEAD OR ALIVE, $1000.

Midnight leapt into a run and the town fell away around her. In her humble opinion, Cinder Fall done well to get this far; but there was always a bigger fish to become.

[rapturously]

can i please request paul from lost boys and stockings, this has been ingrained in my mind, anything else is up to you

➾ pairing ; paul (the lost boys) x fem!reader.

FORMAT: drabble — requested.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K.

WARNINGS: SMUT! (mdni), paul wears a choker in this fic, groping, making out, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), face-sitting, stocking/hosiery kink, scent kink, marking, biting, hair-pulling, paul is a boob guy for sure, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), tiddy sucking, body worship

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this request was ridiculously sexy and changed the trajectory of my life ngl :’) so thank you for this because I had a ton of fun writing it !!! as always, thank you all so much for your love and support! I’m still trucking on with requests!

Vibrant strands of ribbon held a sizable black box together as it sat directly in front of you, poised along the edge of your makeshift vanity. It was intended to be a surprise — if you could even call it that.

Paul made some offhand comment about wanting to see you in something sultry, dolled up in lace and frilly garters — you wanted to fulfill that for him. You couldn’t tell if it was serious or simply a colorful joke intended to make you flustered.

Out of sheer impulse and the desire to shock Paul, you’d bought lingerie at a shoddy boutique down at the boardwalk, complete with sheer, black stockings. You wondered if he’d care about it when he saw you — it was going to come off, anyway. What was the use?

Candlelight danced across the cavernous alcove of your nest, casting flickering shadows across the tapestry-covered walls. The box seemed to call to you like a siren’s song, tempting you — you hadn’t even tried it on yet, either.

A gilded mirror sat soundly amongst your belongings, as if coaxing you closer. Curiosity and the desire to see how you looked in such risqué garments got the better of you, prompting you to push yourself up from your mattress.

You had time — Paul was out hunting, and you could do a little twirl in the mirror and take it off.

You clamored toward your vanity, hastily plucking the box from its perch as you unraveled the spool of ribbon that held it all together. It fluttered toward the foot of your bed, preparing to be long forgotten as you unveiled the sheet lace and black fabric.

Satin and lace glided between your fingers as you caressed the material, holding up the set toward the glower of orange light. You promptly undressed, not that there was much to begin with aside from an oversized shirt. It smelled of stale hairspray — Paul, no doubt.

It felt strange, putting on a getup that you never envisioned yourself in to begin with. Admittedly, your confidence had blossomed since being with Paul — he was unapologetically himself, and that had some effect on you, too.

Once you shed your shirt and undergarments, you reached for the lingerie, tugging it on with a bit of brute force. It was tight — unnaturally snug, but you assumed that it was intentional. You sat down on the edge of your bed, tugging the stockings on until they perched around the middle of your thighs.

Your reflection was nothing short of stunning — a goddess incarnate. You stepped closer, twisting and turning every which way, occasionally plucking at the placement of the fabric. Some of it felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if it’d strangle you.

Smoothing your hands across your stocking-clad legs, you continued to twirl, catching glimpses of yourself in the glittering glass. You contemplated keeping it on, maybe throwing a robe over it, but it seemed a little too tacky for your taste.

“Woah,” You nearly jumped out of your own flesh at the sound of Paul’s voice. You couldn’t see his reflection — he ceased to exist in the mirror, standing at the entrance to your nest with a dumbfounded expression. “What’s all that you got on, babe?”

Heat crawled over your flesh, causing you to burn with embarrassment. You bit at your lower lip, deliberately swiveling around until you faced him. “It’s nothing.” You mumbled, reaching for the corner of your blanket in an attempt to cover yourself up.

Paul was swift, as fast as a bolt of lightning as he flicked the blanket aside, circling around you like a wolf would a lamb. He let out a whistle of approval, clearly reveling in the sight of you. “Nothing? C’mon, you’re not serious, are you? You look gorgeous.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” You confessed, twisting your hands together as you rocked up and down upon the balls of your feet. “I know you said something about wanting to see me in lingerie. I wasn’t sure how you’d like it.” With a soft exhale, you felt his hand brush against your waist.

His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, eyes bright with obsession and adoration. There was something mildly crazed about his expression, but he was beyond thrilled with the visual feast he was being treated to. “How I’d like it?” Paul inquired, seemingly bewildered.

There was a sudden softness to his tone, as if he cared little for what he thought. To Paul, you were nothing short of delectably gorgeous — it didn’t matter what you wore.

You nodded, chewing at the inside of your cheek. “I suppose so. I mean, it’s just lingerie. I figured you’d rip all of it off anyway.” You mused, watching with intrigue as his countenance contorted into a look of shock.

“Might rip some of it,” Paul smirked, digits hooking themselves into the front of your panties. “But these?” He gestured toward your stockings, which rose up to the middle of your thighs. “These are gonna stay on.”

With a sense of finality, Paul grabbed your hips, sitting down on the bed with you planted firmly in his lap. He ran his hands over the sheer material covering your thighs, feeling his cock twitch inside of his jeans. You were elated, draping your arms around the back of his neck.

Your fingers dove into his stiff, coarse mane of blonde tresses, raking through until you’d grabbed at the roots. Paul kissed you hard, open-mouthed and deliciously sloppy as he grabbed at the swell of your ass. Your breasts looked perfect in that brassiere, but he preferred to see them unclad.

“Shit, baby, you smell so good,” Paul groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, littering every inch of flesh with sloppy kisses and bites. “You look so fuckin’ hot like this.” He murmured, and that made you shiver in delight, attempting to press your thighs together.

A swirling, molten heat sank into the pit of your stomach, causing your back to arch into his embrace. Your mouth clamored for his, your lips colliding with one another’s as he groped at your thighs. Paul thoroughly enjoyed the way you looked in stockings — mesmerizing, really.

The gesture was thoughtful — as much as Paul found some sentiment in it, he cared more for fucking you within an inch of your life in those stupid stockings. His mind veered off with lascivious thoughts, all of them purely unholy as he swept his tongue across your lower lip.

Those wandering hands of his immediately reached for the clasps of your brassiere, but instead of trying to properly remove it, he simply tore it apart. You gasped, watching as he discarded the material somewhere on the ground, absentmindedly licking at his lips.

“Paul,” You huffed, able to feel his erection grinding into your core. Goosebumps coalesced along your spine as his hand danced from your back to your hips, digits skirting underneath the waistband of your panties. A soft moan escaped you when he made contact with your aching cunt. “Please.”

A thin sheen of slick coated his eager digits, and Paul wasted no time in touching you. He was grinning, appraising you with a look of passion. “Wet for me already, babe?” He crooned, pressing his mouth against the column of your throat.

Your head bobbed up and down in a lackadaisical nod, lips agape as a simpering moan escaped you. “Feels so good,” Without missing a beat, his thumb grinded into your clit, dragging around the bundle of nerves in agonizingly-slow circles. “I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” His voice emerged as a tantalizing purr, tongue sweeping across your jaw. Your flesh tasted velveteen, saccharine upon his tongue. There was nothing sweeter than you — his human, his mate. “Need you more.” Paul teased, nipping at your earlobe.

The ghoulish choker adorning his neck served as the perfect anchor as you hooked two fingers beneath it, dragging his mouth back to yours. The enthralled look within his eyes made your breath hitch, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing at all.

Heat and pure tension bled between the both of you, and Paul’s eyes became dilated with lust, glistening with a golden sheen. He kissed you hard, fingers burying themselves between your thighs as he pushed two digits inside of you.

A pleasured gasp escaped you as you rocked atop his hand, savoring the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of you. The heady, honey-thick scent of your arousal was a delectable smell to him — and Paul wanted so much more.

His attention with kissing was notoriously short-lived as he kissed his way down to your chest — his favorite. Paul licked his lips as if he were preparing to have the most delicious meal, pursing his pouty mouth around one of your nipples.

A calloused palm encircled your other breast, groping and kneading into the soft, pliant flesh. He pinched and tugged at your nipple, mouth suckling at the other. His hand was gingerly rocking back and forth between your legs, pistoning in and out of your tight cunt.

“P—Paul!” A whine tore past your lips, hips jolting and surging into the rhythmic ministrations of his hand. Whatever had gotten into him, you loved it — you wanted him to destroy you. Your hands tugged on his mane of sandy-blonde tresses, head rolling backwards.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits, sweet thing,” Paul groaned against your flesh, mouth hotly returning to your chest. He sucked and nibbled until you were squirming, deciding to switch sides and shower the rest of you in attention. “Wish I could stay here forever.” He mumbled.

Another wave of heat rolled through you, your expression a concoction of pleasure and embarrassment. His compliments were delightful, but sometimes you didn’t believe them. One of your hands fell into his lap, palming at his jean-clad erection.

“Can if you want.” You uttered, feeling his lips curl into a devious grin around your breast. You kept one hand curled into a tight fist, grabbing at his hair as the other wrangled his belt off. It felt unfair that Paul was doing everything.

Paul thoroughly enjoyed listening to your thoughts whenever the two of you fucked — and he didn’t feel like he was doing everything. He wanted to, anyway. “Lookin’ so gorgeous in these,” He huffed, hand dropping to your thigh as he hooked it behind your knee. “Could you wear them all the time? Just for me?”

It was hard not to giggle at Paul’s subtle demand, though the noise quickly tapered off into a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple. His digits slowed, sluggishly rutting in and out of your cunt, thumb focused on playing with your clit. You whimpered, unable to keep from writhing atop his lap.

When he tore his mouth away from your breast, he continued his path of bites and hickeys, leaving behind a trail from your collarbone to sternum. Paul knew what he wanted, shedding his jacket as he tugged his hand away. You groaned, grabbing at his wrist in an attempt to redirect him.

“Please don’t stop,” You whined, feeling his body vibrate with soft chuckles. Paul wasn’t one to edge you like this, but he seemed to have something in-mind. You watched as he moved back on the bed, laying down all the way. “What are you doing?”

Paul grinned, wolfish as could be as he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of your panties, and pulled — the sound of fabric being torn asunder reverberated throughout the alcove. He bumped you up towards his chest, hands hooked behind your knees, digits caressing the material of your stockings.

“Lettin’ you sit,” He mused, and when you were close enough, he kissed your inner thighs. “Unless you don’t want to.” Paul’s nose wrinkled in amusement when you immediately shook your head, knowing exactly what he had intended for you.

“Please,” You bucked forward, desperate to sit on his face. “Paul, please!” You begged, shamelessly pleading with your boyfriend to let you ride his mouth. He hadn’t done something like this before — the opportunity was far too tantalizing.

Through thick lashes and a cheshire smirk, Paul deliberately moved you forward, handling you as if you weighed nothing at all. He bit and kissed at your thighs until he sat you down on his face, wasting no time in lapping at your aching cunt.

If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed here, glued to you for the rest of the night. He was notoriously sloppy and messy, tongue greedily lapping along your slit, hands caging you in behind your knees. You moaned, fingers twisting into his hair, hips rocking forward just slightly.

His cock throbbed within his jeans, feeling confined and uncomfortably snug. Paul was unabashedly passionate, lips sliding from your cunt to your clit, stubbled jaw grinding against your inner thighs. He could feel your nylon-clad knees squeeze toward his head.

Your stomach felt like mush, a pit of heat and swirling warmth as you nearly collapsed altogether. His lips pursed around your clit, suckling and teasing that sensitive clutch of nerves before he returned to lapping at your core, interchanging the two.

“Paul,” You moaned, knowing that you wouldn’t last in this state. Every fiber of your being burned with something incredible, a sense of ecstasy that made you shudder in delight. Paul urged you forward, mouth relentlessly assaulting your cunt until your legs quivered. “Paul!”

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, as if it were the only word you knew how to say. It was a chant, burned into the recesses of your mind as you rocked forward, feeling his hands relocate to the swell of your hips.

In one movement, he had you pinned down on your back, face buried between your thighs. Your legs involuntarily locked him in, threatening to suffocate him — not that he cared in the slightest. Paul’s palms clapped into the pliant flesh of your thighs, fingers slipping against your stockings.

He ate you out like a man starved, tongue raking hot embers across your aching core, hips haplessly rutting themselves against the mattress for a shred of friction. He was painfully hard, getting off on the feeling of nylon pressing into his face and the taste of your cunt.

Your back arched, hands clawing at his unruly tresses as he sucked at your clit again, a low groan stuck within the back of his throat. “M’close,” You slurred, dizzy and drunk with desire as you pushed your hips forward, feeling him drag you onto his tongue. “Fuck!”

Paul loved it when you had a mouth on you — the expletives meant that he was doing a good job. It was all the encouragement and spurring-on that he needed to help you finish, tongue dipping toward your entrance before returning to toy with your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” Paul crooned, licking his lips like a dog as he raked his nails over your leg, letting them snag on the nylon. He was enthralled by the way that you looked — naked save for those stockings of yours. “You taste so good.” He sighed, unbuckling his jeans with a sudden haste.

Between the white-hot explosion of your orgasm and Paul’s manic undressing, you composed yourself just enough to get your hands in his mesh shirt. You wanted it off, tugging at it with a sense of urgency as he stooped down to kiss you — it was hot and messy, accompanied by a barrage of tongue.

His cock was pretty, just like the rest of him.

“You really like these, don’t you?” You mumbled, hooking a leg around his hips. There was a visible spark within his eyes when you did that, chest rising and falling with a flurry of excitement.

Paul nodded, mouth tilting into a dazed, lopsided grin. “Yeah,” He confessed, shamelessly grabbing your other leg in order to hitch it up around his hips. “Fuck, you just look so good in them. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He murmured, hand falling to knead at your swollen breast.

The orange glow of candlelight bathed him in a series of softer hues, igniting his hair with a peculiar shade. You kept your legs locked around him, hands moving toward the column of his throat as he pushed his cock into you, being deliberately gentle, to start.

He looked perfect — that choker he wore around only made him prettier.

You coaxed him close for a kiss, open-mouthed and full of an unrestrained need as he began to fuck you at a steady pace. Paul could get rough and wild if he wanted to, but this time, he seemed fixated on slow and steady — that was more than enough for you.

Your nails raked across the nape of his neck, twining one fist into the roots of his coarse, stiff tresses, the other applying pressure against his neck. The groan he released into your kiss made your cunt clench around his cock, body simmering with another pleasant wave of heat.

Paul bit at your lower lip, sharp enough to withdraw a pearl of blood. He lapped at it before you could say anything, grinning like a wolf, eyes lascivious and stirring with lust as he moved forward. His pace increased into a steady rhythm, fucking you with an incendiary passion.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered, voice hoarse and strung-out with desire. Your chest blossomed with adoration, meeting his cerulean-eyed gaze as your hand trailed from his neck to his jaw. Paul appeared mesmerized and transfixed, hues glistening with a golden sheen.

With another roll of his hips, you lifted your body just slightly, colliding with him. A soft moan escaped you, heat crawling across your flesh, stomach turning to liquid. Your legs tightened around his hips, feeling his lips kiss their way down to your chest once more.

Paul shamelessly took one of your breasts into his mouth again, lips pursed around your nipple as he sucked and bit at the sensitive bud. The steady roll of his thrusts soon increased in pace, cock rutting into you as he reached every perfect spot imaginable.

You whimpered, back arching off of the wrinkled, tousled sheets and into his ministrations, eyes fluttering shut. He showered your swollen chest in constant attention, alternating between suckling and kissing as he hungrily bit at your collarbone. The crescent-shaped indents were merely extensions of his affection.

“So perfect for me, baby,” Paul mumbled against your silken flesh, fucking into you with a noticeable fervor as you squeezed his his hips again. The scratch of your nylon stockings against his skin made him shiver, bucking into you as he kissed at your tits. “Fuck, you’re all mine.” He groaned.

His noises were like music to your ears, breathy grunts and sighs, shameless praises that made your entire body tingle with bliss. You tugged on his tresses again, whimpering when he dragged his cock out nearly all the way before pounding right back into you.

Inch by perfect inch, he filled you up, littering your body in countless marks as if you were a canvas, made just for him. His hands grabbed at your thighs, kneading and groping at the pliant flesh there as he rocked forward, huffing and grunting as he picked up speed.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, ecstasy intermingled with love. He was all over you, consuming you like a fever that you couldn’t sweat out — and you didn’t want to.

Between the flurry, rushed clamor of lips, tongue, bodies, and heat, your scent was emblazoned within Paul’s mind, burned there for days to come. His senses swam with only you, something so overwhelmingly intoxicating for him. The excitable thrumming of your heart made him exhale, fucking into you again and again.

A moan tore past your parted lips, feeling Paul’s rutting slow to a crawl as he pushed into you one last time. A soft grunt escaped him as a few ropes of hot seed filled you, but he pulled out halfway through, painting your stomach and tits in a sticky sheen.

He was aiming for your chest — mostly.

You came in-tandem with him, cunt clenching around nothing at all as you dropped one leg from around his hips, regaining your composure. You caught your breath, letting out a soft huff as you watched him roll away from you.

“You should clean up your mess.” You giggled, grabbing at the corner of one of the blankets strewn across the ground. Before you could clean yourself up, Paul returned with a cloth — wherever he’d gotten it from, you had no idea. He perched himself in front of you, wiping away his cum from your body.

“M’not sorry, babe. You look pretty like that,” Paul smirked, hair a disheveled, crazed mane of flaxen-gold as he tossed the rag elsewhere. He unceremoniously fell onto the mattress in a heap. “You’re keepin’ these on — permanently.” He flicked a finger against your stockings to make his point.

An amused chuckle escaped you as you shrugged your shoulders, settling down beside him. Paul sluggishly crawled over to snuggle, resting his head atop your chest as he’d done several times before. “I don’t know, I like surprising you.” You mused.

Paul snickered, tracing idle, sweet patterns into your leg, other arm hitched around your hips. “Oh yeah? You got any other surprises?” It was an open-ended invoking of a challenge — and you had some ideas.

“A few. You’ll have to be patient.” A gasp left you when Paul playfully bit at your jaw, unable to keep his hands and his mouth off of you. The nest smelled like you — and the scent of sex. Those were his favorites.

“I don’t know about that, sweet thing,” He uttered, squeezing into your hips with a lascivious expression. “I’ve got a few surprises of my own.”

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

just some random prompts (up to you how you'll use it or not lol):

Din Djarin x forcesensitive/jedi!reader

Reader actually understands Mando'a, got flustered when Din calls her cyarika, mesh'la (maybe have the reader respond in Mando'a too and let's see how it goes from there)

Reader is some masked vigilante of some sort and has a bounty on her head, Din Djarin unmasked her during a fight and turns out she was also reported missing few years ago by her family (maybe make reader a noble-blood to sprinkle some drama)

I recommend the song Close to You by Neon Trees, maybe it's just me but it reminds me of your Din Djarin x Reader drabbles hehe

also, I love your writing so muuuuch. xx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild start to something smutty if you squint lol

Word Count: 1,049 (damn it i was so close to under 1k)

LANGUAGE BARRIER

a/n: i have din djarin brain rot smh. also, ngl, i did not proof read this with the intensity i usually try to so🤷🏻‍♀️ OH AND HEY IF YOU HAVEN'T VOTED IN MY POLL YET GO DO SO, IT'S ON MY MASTERLIST.

Mando’a was an interesting language. It was different. That’s what initially drew you to it. Unlike the other languages you studied, Mando’a texts were hard to find. For a while, you had to make do with just scraps of information. That almost made learning it so much more satisfying though. Then, while at University, you met an elder who had grown up adopted by Mandalorians. He had never taken the Creed, drifted away from the culture, but not without becoming fluent in Mando’a. He was the reason the holes in your education were filled, and that meant he was also the reason you could enjoy Din Djarin’s mumbling.

Over the year you traveled with him, he became more and more comfortable with your presence⏤ at least, that’s what you assumed the reasoning was for him becoming more vocal. They were little statements at first. Din would be clearing out his weapon locker, run into a problem, and spit out a string of curses. Peli had once told him that the Razor Crest would be grounded for at least a week and you hung onto every word of Mando’a of the rant he spiraled into about the last quarry who had caused the damage. You had planned on telling him you knew Mando’a⏤ you were going to casually mention it.

Then, he called you mesh’la.

A nickname you hadn’t expected.

Din had a habit of using a lot of nicknames that you’d never expect from him. Cyar’ika. Ner sarad. Cyare. Senaar’ika. Each new, adoring nickname would bring warmth to your face, but you had missed the normal window of opportunity to mention to him that you spoke his language. Especially when, in a panic, he had referred to you as ‘cyar’ika’ for the first time and you asked him what it meant. Din had answered in a simple way, giving you the definition without missing a beat, as if it were a casual thing. For a while, you thought that meant there was no significant weight behind those words.

Your theory of the nicknames just being for fun was shot in the face when you nearly got shot yourself. While out in a city, you had gotten caught in the crossfire. The quarry himself had spotted you and with a sickening grin turned to put you down. Luckily, he had missed⏤ it only clipped you in the arm⏤ but the rampage that Din had gone into was shocking. Not nearly as shocking as when you heard him speak to the quarry after pummeling his face beyond recognition: ‘I’ll bring you in cold for that, bastard. I don’t show mercy to those who target what’s mine’. For the rest of the night, you convinced yourself that it wasn’t what you thought. Sure, the two of you shared lingering touches and the tension had grown since you came aboard, but it had to be something else. 

Weeks later, while waiting in a cantina for Din to return from obtaining new pucks, a Twi’lek man had saddled up beside you. Despite making it clear you had no interest, the man continued to invade your space. That is, until Din stepped up to your other side and pulled you into his side. The Twi’lek had abandoned his goal very quickly and the words that left Din’s lips stayed with you for weeks on end. ‘Should've known better than to leave someone as beautiful as you alone at the bar’. Still, no matter how badly you wanted to just jump him, you convinced yourself he didn’t want you. He was a friend. That was all.

Until seconds ago. You sat on one of the crates in the Razor Crest’s cargo hold as Din applied a bacta patch to the claw marks across your calf. A run in with a Trandoshan gone wrong. He had pulled off his gloves to provide the care, not something out of the ordinary, but the feel of his fingertips against your skin was not a sensation you’d ever get used to. Din set his entire hand against the upper half of your calf and his thumb caressed the skin there. Without looking up, he murmured, “I will know you forever.”

You fully understood the weight of his words. Din rose to stand and began to walk away to put away the first aid kit. The words fell out of your mouth before you could consider any of the consequences, “I can speak Mando’a, and I am so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but I panicked.” In the most uncharacteristic move you had seen from him, Din tripped over some of the gear he had been passing in the rush to spin and look back at you. The Mandalorian caught himself before he could do more than stumble. You offered him a sheepish smile, “Sorry. Again.”

“You speak Mando’a?” Din asked in his language. 

“A little.” You nodded then shook your head. “Actually, a lot. I’m⏤ I’m fluent.”

“This entire time?” Din slowly crept back towards you. You nodded. He continued on until he stood between your legs. Din’s hands settled on his hip and you were forced to lean back a bit to keep your nose from being pressed against his chest.

You scrunched your nose in concern, “Are you mad?”

“No. Of course not, my love.” Din replied, his voice low. Din’s bare hand lifted to cup the side of your face. His thumb caressing the side of it. Din pressed in closer again so you were forced to tilt your head up to meet his hidden gaze as he stared down at you. His touch trailed away from your cheek, and he let the pad of his thumb ghost over the outline of your lips⏤ your breath hitched in your throat, heart beating wildly in your chest. Din pressed his thumb against your already parted lips more firmly, the tip of it brushing against your tongue, before he dragged it down further to open your mouth even wider. “But you are in trouble. Are you going to accept your punishment with grace?” Your lips twitched up in a smile as an ache of desire ran down your spine and straight to your core. You leaned in just enough to fully wrap your lips around his thumb. Din chuckled. “Good girl.”

[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 & 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐠𝐧)

@bas-writes asked: That was supposed to be a joke but I can't get it out of my mind after our extra conversation 😭😂 Could I request Gojo or Geto (still can't decide sorry aklskdd) taking bath or shower with their tall afab s/o - or rather, attempting to because when the average height is like 185cm nothing possibly can be easy 🤭 Thank you! ❤

a/n: ngl this drabble sent me into a deep dive of how certain parts of a shower are called because somehow i forgot them in all three languages LMAO it ended up being a short drabble and only slightly suggestive at the end, but the scenario was just too funny for me to take the full blown nsfw route asdfhjks but i hope you'll enjoy it anyway! thank you for your request, Bas! you're always giving me such fun prompts to work with, hehe.

word count: 637

“Uhm, excuse me, personal space?” 

You let out a small huff when someone squeezes into the shower with you, basically cornering you with his tall frame. It’s not like you were small to begin with, and yet Gojo still could rest his chin on top of your head if he wanted to–and right now there was almost no other choice than to do so. This shower wasn’t built for a person above average height, even less for two of your kind.

“You didn’t seem to mind me in your personal space last ni–OI!”

Note to yourself: Shower head aimed directly at his face can make Gojo shut up for an approximate span of two seconds. He’ll never get rid of the house cat accusations, huh?

Gojo grabs your hand that’s holding the cursed tool and gently nibs at your neck (again with the cat behavior…) before he puts the shower head back where it belongs. He’s not bothered by your protests and reaches to adjust the temperature of the water from a pleasant medium high to something that could best be described as close to boiling, filling the already too small shower with so much steam you practically go blind. Not much of a problem for the Six Eyes though.

“You could have just waited till I got out of the shower, you know?”, you grumble, trying to find your shampoo bottle but continue to grab anything but said bottle, maybe because Gojo is everywhere your hands reach out to in this cramped space. He hums, a deep sound in his chest that was close to purring, his big hands running over your body playfully with his chest pressed against your back. 

“But Ichiji texted me that he’s already waiting for us outside, even before I got into the shower. I’m just being time-efficient here”, Gojo coos and presses a kiss on the back of your neck. His wet hair tickles your skin while his hands sneak around your waist—a moment of defenselessness, leaving him unprepared for you abruptly bending over to grab your shampoo from the ground and pummeling your boyfriend out of the shower with the sheer force of your arched back.

Freedom never tasted sweeter than in this moment; to finally move around somewhat freely in your shower again without bumping into this brick of a man. Sure, you still had to duck slightly to stand under the shower head, but at least it wasn’t getting blocked by another giant. You love Gojo, with all your heart, but you learned very early on in your relationship that showering together wasn’t this romantic and cute scenario for you two to enjoy–it was war.

“Oi!”

The shower curtain gets dramatically pulled aside and once the hot water steam sets slightly, you see your butt-naked lover with his hands on his hips, bright blue eyes on you, probably thinking of a hundred creative ways to make you pay for your crime. You would be intimidated if he didn’t look like a soggy wet Norwegian cat which makes you bite back a laughter forming in your throat.

“Don’t come back in here, I swear, this shower is too small for–”, you threaten him with a laugh, already reaching for your weapon–the shower head–again. 

With one big step Gojo is back in the shower with you, cornering you once more, his mouth finding your neck and trailing kisses up to your ear before he bites it gently. He chuckles quietly at the small noise you let out and you know he won’t stop until he charms out many, many other sounds. Something tells you that you won’t be getting out of this shower anytime soon and you make a mental note to send Ichiji a gift basket for putting up with your demeanors. It probably won’t be the last time.

[bungeo-ppangie]

drunk-dazed // p.sh

ღ pairing. dancer!student!sunghoon x fem!reader

ღ contents. romance, fluff

ღ synopsis. sure, being the top of your school and the most likely candidate for a great university was great. but if everything comes crashing down, a single drunk night can’t have that much of an effect on your life, right?

ღ an. soooo a week or two or three without posting passed quickly- i’m dealing with some personal issues right now so i can’t guarantee a faster schedule, but for now have an entirely too long drabble where i’m just bsing ngl mbmb

﹒⪩⪨﹒scene below cut

Others might know you as an overachiever. Socially nonexistent, perhaps. Problem was, they weren't entirely wrong.

It's not that you didn't have friends- Yang Jungwon was your best. It's not that you didn't want to socialize, either. You were simply aware of your circumstances, and how big of a jump it would be to get you from your current position to what you envisioned yourself being.

With your father being out of the picture and your mother financially unstable, you had no financial support to get you to college, even. All you could really depend on was your intelligence and passion, both of which burned brightly.

You just knew what it took to get you to your dream, and you were willing to sacrifice accordingly for it. Or, at least, you used to be.

The first year of high school, you were completely immersed in your studies, never once glancing above your books to care about anything other than academic work. You didn't think about what others did with their friends outside of school, and frankly, you didn't care. All you knew was that you were the youngest and the top student of Decelis, and that was all you needed to continue on.

The second year of high school, you didn't expect to be any different from the prior year. It had taken Jungwon immense effort for weeks for you to begin even realizing his presence, and it was half a year before you were aware that you two had been roommates since the first year. That was the year you had finally allowed yourself to make some social connections. They were admittedly small in number and mostly very shallow, excepting Jungwon, but they were an improvement. Incredibly, you also began to realize the presence of one of Jungwon's friends, Sunghoon. It was around this year your tiny crush on him began to bloom.

The third year of high school, you grew aware of the activities going on around you. Students chattering as they left classrooms, making plans to get tteokbokki after school. Clubs and extracurriculars organizing events outside of school just for the sake of having fun. Hell, even Jungwon was constantly out of the dorms while you studied, dragged out by his six friends from the dance team, including your idolized Sunghoon, who you had never seen or heard a word directed at you from. That was when the jealousy and desire to make the most of your younger years set in. But you never stopped working long enough to consider that, if you just tried to open up more to people, the active social life you wanted could be yours to take.

Now, it was your fourth and final year at Decelis. Let's see what you've got going on your side so far; One good friend and still the top of Decelis. Several offers from prestigious colleges that you couldn't afford the tuition for, with none of them giving you the choice of a full ride scholarship. Hm. Seems that improvement for you stopped in your second year. Bad luck.

At least you knew now that you should've tried to have some fun throughout your high school years. You spent it all slaving away in your dorm, completing extra work for hours at a time for a few bonus points on a test. You had truly believed that, even without money, maybe your indisputable talent alone could help you succeed.

Evidently, funds were a sorely needed factor that were, simply put, way out of your reach. You had worked your ass off for years for nothing. You had let your childhood slip by, and for what?

This year, you decided, you were going to change. Hopefully, you would become like all the other Decelis students- a package complete with friends, partying, and a good dose of underage alcohol consumption.

Besides, who cares? It’s not like staying out of trouble will get you anything. You were going to a crappy college anyways, and that was the lowest of the low to you. With only 2 months left until graduation, you figured you would let loose a bit. So, one thing led to another, and now…

“You want me to take you to the next party? I can just introduce you to Sunghoon some easier way,” Jungwon asked, bewildered and entirely shocked beyond comprehension. It was an understandable response- after all, you barely let him become your friend, and it took him weeks to convince you to room with him.

If you asked any student- heck, maybe even the faculty- to bet on who was the least likely to attend a party, filled to the brim with underage drinking and sexual advances in unoccupied rooms, all fingers would be pointed towards you.

“Shut up, it's not for him. And it's random, I know. But whatever, I’ve had a change of heart. I haven’t even been accepted to any of the universities I’ve applied for, even though I’ve been ignoring my life for studying for as long as I can remember. If you can’t beat it, go with it, right?” You grinned shakily, already regretting the decision and imagining yourself being completely out of place at the chaotic mess, known to many as a party.

“Are you sure, yn? It’s a little… ah… how do I put it? It doesn’t exactly seem like your scene.” Jungwon glanced at you, looking like he was about to call you out for identity theft. By this point, you were almost ready to back down. Call it a day. Maybe you’d try to be a main character some other time. Unfortunately, Jungwon chose this time to begin talking again.

“Alright, well, the next party is at Lim Eunbi’s house on Saturday. I’ll be going with the dance group, but we can take you along,” He said, mentally going through possible scenarios of your being at the party. Good news: you weren’t for sure going to end up drunk and passed out in a random partygoer’s house, as long as you weren’t roped into any drinking games. Bad news: most of the scenarios imagined involved drinking games.

“Great… I’ll just go buy a new dress… or something…”

"For your beloved hoonie~"

"I'm cutting off ties with you."

You held back a wince as you started preparing yourself for what was likely going to be either the most eye-opening or the worst experience of your life. Scratch that, it’s probably somehow end up being both

—

“Hyung! Are we there yet?” Riki leaned forward to grip onto the side of the driver’s seat, staring at Heeseung with a grin. You were finally on the car with the famed Decelis dance team, heading to the party. From your past 4 minutes on the car, you had gathered this much about each of the members:

Jungwon seemed to hold his leader card over all of the members, but ended up listening to half the bad ideas they suggested anyways. Heeseung was the oldest and the ace of the group, but Riki, the youngest, often complained about the title, because it was “a dance group”, and vocals didn’t technically matter. Jake the aussie was just like a golden retriever puppy- you could practically see the tail wagging. Jay was eternally half-annoyed and found every other second to be his new most embarrassing moment. Sunoo was far by the friendliest, and loved talking to you about any subject. And Sunghoon…

Everybody on campus called him the ice prince, and they really weren’t off by that much. You knew that he used to be a professional figure skater, but decided to focus on dance recently, and both of those professions were evident through the grace of his movements.

He wasn’t nice or mean- just… aloof, sort of. Even though he was sitting next to you, it was hard to pay all of your attention when Sunoo, sitting way in the front, had his head turned towards you and was talking endlessly about how a professor had wronged him.

You didn’t try to talk to him, and he didn’t strike up a conversation with you. You enjoyed Sunoo’s bright presence, but… somehow, Sunghoon’s cool and relaxed aura was more comforting to you.

And it definitely wasn’t coming from blooming feelings you had for him- despite what Jungwon constantly teased you for, there was no way these harmless little, ah, emotions meant that you liked Sunghoon. Never mind his unfairly smooth, pale skin, and his unnecessarily sharp jawline. What’s the purpose of the details of his perfectly styled hair, his pretty hands, the tiny mole on the side of his nose? Who would even care about the way his eyes flickered and settled on objects before focusing on them, for which their victim at the moment, was you?

Wait. You? Shit.

You blinked and quickly tried to turn away, blushing as he caught you staring. You murmured some excuse, tripping over the vowels and stumbling on the consonants. You almost didn’t get to catch his bright smile successfully tugged at his lips, amused, slightly bewildered, and might I say, perhaps even pleased, at your actions.

That smile. It was a pity he had stopped smiling as often as he used to when you glanced at him on campus. It completely lit up his face, transforming it from icy beauty to the most endearingly cute expression you had ever seen. It was amazing how much a smile could do to him. You had heard that some people had the most beautiful smiles, but it was heard for you to understand until you saw him.

“Whoa, how come you’re smiling now? We’ve been trying to get you to do that for weeks, Hoon,” Heeseung gaped in the rearview mirror, stunned by the fact that Sunghoon was capable of smiling so easily after parting with skating.

“Oh. Nothing. And I still don’t understand why you guys insist on calling me Hoon. Sunghoon is a perfectly fine name, you know,” Sunghoon’s face quickly became set to his default aloof expression again, much to the disappointment of everyone in the car.

“Seriously, that kid. I’m telling you, it’s puberty,” Jay muttered from the front, making Riki nod in agreement.

“Riki, you’re one to talk. But in any case, the party’s already in full swing. Hurry up,” Heeseung parked the car in the driveway, jumping out of his seat. Sunghoon opened the door for you, getting out first and closing the door after you. You followed him nervously as Heeseung led the way, sharing some information from likely incorrect sources about which people were paired as couples at the party, and which rooms to stay out of- mostly because they were perennially occupied by very(very.) sexually demanding couples.

You took a deep breath as you walked in through the door, ready to down some alcohol that you didn’t particularly want, and to get lost in the midst of this place you were starting to regret coming to.

—

You walked around, vaguely aware of your swaying, uncertain movements. Your head was filled with cotton, your thoughts fuzzy.

How many shots have you had? Two? Three? Five? Ten? They were beginning to blur together. Oh, hey, where was Jungwon? Had he left already? That traitor. You had the faint idea of a phone being in your pocket, but you weren’t entirely sure why you wanted to pick it up.

“Yah, yn. Here, put this on,” A smooth voice sounded from behind you, wrapping a warm and nice-smelling jacket around your shoulders. Was it a tinge of worry you heard in their voice? You must have misheard- nobody here would be concerned about you.

You spun around, coming face to face with possibly the most handsome person you had ever seen. His face seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen it before. The room wobbled and spun and you tried to place your thoughts, making you stumble forwards as it took a sudden turn.

Strong arms caught you from either side, wrapping tightly around you, a familiar scent engulfing you as the person's arms wrapped around you. Was that... Sunghoon? Didn't he leave earlier with Jake? Ah, you felt so dizzy... if only you could sit down, just for a second...

"Yn, it's Sunghoon. I'm gonna take you home, alright? Tell me if you want to stay," He, now identified clearly as Sunghoon, gently righted your standing position, steadying you on the ground with his firm grip.

You nodded, thinking only of curling up with your blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist, lulling you to sleep with his soothing voice... Wait, no. What were you thinking? Must be the alcohol. You wouldn't be developing feelings for someone this quickly, right? Obviously, you didn't already have them before this moment already... hopefully.

You barely remembered the drive back, only barely recalling Sunghoon's comforting words to you as you drove back, telling you that you would be home soon. However, as nice as home sounded, all your stupid drunken mind could think about was how it felt when he (somewhat?) hugged you as you fell into his arms. It was a cliche, but rightfully so- who wouldn't want to experience that moment?

You dozed off in the car as you neared your shared apartment with Jungwon, so tired that you didn't even register Sunghoon carrying you to the door and gently setting you on your bed when Jungwon answered. Tidbits of quiet conversation floated from the closed kitchen door to your focused ears, though you knew you wouldn't remember it the next morning. You drifted off to sleep yet again, not feeling the hand adjusting some stray hairs from your face as you slept peacefully.

—

You woke up with a pounding headache, stretching as you painfully sat up. See, this was why you didn't drink.

Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table for the time, you caught sight of a hangover relieving energy drink on the table and a sticky note. Frowning, you picked up the sticky note, and read the message.

In case your memory isn't back yet, I sent you home last night, so don't worry. You can ask won for details, or text me if you're comfortable with it- xxx-xxx-xxxx. - hoon

Ignoring the vertigo and sudden flood of heat to your cheeks, you got up and rushed out of your room, looking for your roommate. Luckily, you didn't have far to go, with him being in your kitchen.

"Won! Why did you abandon me last night? You literally forced the hottest person since ever to send my embarrassing drunk ass home, you idiot!" You punched his arm, albeit lightly- not by choice, but working out was a pain, and not entirely worth the crying bleeding and losing that came with it.

"How is this my fault? You ran off the moment we went inside, and when we were supposed to meet up to leave, nobody could find you. Your favorite lovebird volunteered to stay back for you, so it's actually your fault?" Jungwon rolled his eyes peacefully going back to drinking his coffee and muttering, "Ugh, young love is disgusting."

"Oh. Sorry. Kinda. Wait, why would he volunteer? Even though it's not a bad thing- not really- well, actually-"

"No. Don't go on. You sound like the protagonist of a teenage angst movie about friendship. The boy has literally been idolizing you for a year already, just get together already. No, I'm not supposed to tell you this. Yes, it's true. I'm tired of listening to him talk about your voice. I personally find it annoying, but you do you, I guess. I'm going to practice, yn-ah. See ya later~"

You just gaped at him as he walked off, your brain cells slowly melting into mush, working overtime to process his words. You began entering Sunghoon's number into your phone from the sticky note he wrote for you, dazed and barely functioning.

"I- thought he didn't like being called Hoon?..."

—

"Yn-ah, remember when you were drunk out of your mind?" Sunghoon asked you playfully, laughing at the memory. Your better decision making skills after the fateful event allowed you to keep Sunghoon at your side throughout all parties you attended, refusing drinks for you when you were too much of a wimp to, and checking rooms for absolute pg-quality before letting you go inside.

"Ah, that was bad. At least I stopped being so closed-off after that. And I met you, so it's all worth it," You giggled, letting him play with the strands of your hair and you two sat closely on the ground of the practice room.

"We're in here too, you know... How is it even possible to get this close in a month?" Sunoo side-eyed the two of you disgustedly, not even trying to be subtle as he scooched farther away. He only received you sticking your tongue out at him and Sunghoon's bright smile while looking at you.

"Yeah, kids present." Riki said distractedly, without even looking up from his video game.

"At least he's not moping around like he's still stuck in his emo years now. Although you're still somehow 10 times happier with yn than us, you traitor. You're great, yn, but you can literally do better than this backstabber. " Heeseung fake-glared at Sunghoon, before getting interrupted by a notification from your phone. Sunghoon looked over to check it, as he was closer than you were.

"It's an email from... Seoul University? I thought you said they rejected you already?" Sunghoon's brows furrowed at the email, still annoyed that you hadn't let him reject the school's offer for him to attend when he realized you weren't going.

"Oh, yeah, they did. What’d they send?” You asked, only half-interested in the sudden news. After all, they had rejected you when they were your last hope of going to a good college, and you were past it and happy now. Yes, you would have been out-of-your-mind happy to go, but what happened happened. Better to just let it go, right?

“Hm, let’s see. Miss Yn Ln, we at the Seoul University admissions center would like to extend our deepest apologies, due to a processing error on our part. We have recently been alerted to the fact that your application to our university was declined… Yn!! Oh my god. Here, read it yourself.”

“Apologies?” You murmured confusedly as Sunghoon handed you your phone, sitting up with a sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through your body. It couldn’t be- they wouldn’t admit to such a mistake anyways- had you actually been-?

You quickly scanned the letter, only releasing the huge breath you didn’t even know you were holding when you read their statement that they would be “honored if you would attend” the school. You buried your head into Sunghoon’s chest, overcome with emotion.

You had worked so hard for your goals, too hard really, and had been crushed by the weight of rejection in response. Was it really true that you would finally get to keep living your childhood dream? Even though you already had your greatest happiness right next to you, Sunghoon? Even though you had resolved to stop your completely academically focused lifestyle?

And of course, the love of your life just had to respond to those silent thoughts perfectly.

“Congratulations, yn. You deserve all of it- every single bit and more.”

[tundra1029]

Hey, I don't know if your request are opened but will you write a reader that has sh problems and when they relapse they pass away? (I had a relapse a couple days ago and in desperate need of suicidal reader) you can choose the character if you want

ngl its been months since you have requested this of me and i got real burnt out of it quickly as you know that im more used to posting prompts and College has been taking too much of my time that i cant finish it. instead of making you wait for many more months, im gonna post the headcannons and drabbles that @maryannecrimsworth @vorsdany @dragonfirerogue and @cursedchar have helped me with. this is probably gonna be the last time i post a story and will probably continue on doing prompts idk... sorry if i disappointed ya man.

i dont even know what to title this story but ill call it....

"MY ANGST FIC THAT I HAVEN'T DONE SHIT WITH YET :D"

My mind just went to the dark.

Random Headcannons

this is just what my mind was on when i first read your request

I imagined gun, screams and red petals as blood

Andd im imagining a cliff a knife and screaming

I need a headcanon

Hyper fixated on Wednesday TV series

So! I was thinking of Enid and Y/N established relationship

But it slowly fell apart after the Crackstone incident

Enid spending more time with Wednesday

Replacing their dates with investigations and girl nights with yoko

Investigations with Wednesday

But here's the thing! Y/N used to be an avid sh

But then they met Enid

So they stopped once they had their anchor in the world

But with Enid drifting apart

Their world started to darken

Days becomes mindless routine

Getting used to being put aside

Bottling it all in until.. It.. Cracks..

Now reader just avoids everyone

Then we would see R in their room

Breaking down and loosing their sanity

Then ended up acquiring a weapon, whether it be a gun or a sharp object

AND I REMEMBER THAT ONE QUOTE

"This world is cruel, but i still love you"

"Ill keep you safe, i alone will face the price"

They thought of killing everyone who interacted with enid but with a sudden burst of sanity, they thought back to that, and realized they are a danger now with these thoughts

There's a song to this https://youtu.be/VkOJNkQHpqM

Or this song https://youtu.be/5gyANphz_Kk

They would notice R leaving Nevermore, they would think R would go to Jericho

You know werewolf instincts are a lil spot on sometimes yea?

The friends would just think nothing of it but Enid felt something is wrong and with guilt of avoiding R plagued her mind, she decided to follow

And now they are different scenarios to this

And im still deciding on one

Enid didnt realize she was neglecting reader badly as she keeps on having to help Wednesday and having fun with her friends))

DRABBLES WITH MAH FRENS

I am trudging through deep within the forest, stepping over rocks and fallen branches while facing forward not once have i strayed my eyes from the path i have made in my minds, a path to where it was once my quiet place and now will be my grave, almost tripping over a tree branch and i curse underneath my breath "fucking hell" i grit my teeth and continue my journey to that one cliff was, the only place for me to have peace, not once noticing enid following me

i touch my hip where i have hidden the gun under my shirt and pants, as i stand near the edge of the cliff and i give out a sigh as i give one last glance at the scenery infront of me, where the mountains and forest bathe under the sun, where the river shine and glisten under its light. 

I hear a tree branch snap and become fully alert and turn around quickly to look at the one who disturbed my thoughts and my eyes harden "Enid Sinclair..." i glare at her "Why have you followed me here, dont you have Addams waiting for you back at Nevermore?"

Xin (aka Vorsdany): maybe Enid would reply with some rage too, because she doesn't understand why R is being so standoffish and accusing her about Wednesday

Jac:  ENID POV: The weather was good. The day was beautiful; the weekend was getting closer and Enid was planning a perfect outing for her friends. You, and, of course, Wednesday included. The forest was still dangerous, so she preferred to go out with groups, but she didn't understand why you went first. Why you went alone, why you stopped so close to a cliff. She approached you, cautious steps as her body warned her of the danger of a fall from that height.

"Why are you insisting on this again? She is our friend!" Her tone was impatient, as was yours.

I scoff and barks out a laugh "who wouldn’t be after their girlfriend basically just fucking abandoned you" i shake my head and presses a hand on my face and pushes back the hair that had fallen on my face "you left me. You left me for Addams, Enid and never have I ever felt more betrayed than that" 

Jac: our accusations increased along with your voice, and confusion and anger took over her. "She needed help, more help than you, to fit in at school! It was never that, Y/N, I never looked at her in any way, but my friend needed help."

"You didnt left me for Wednesday? That's a laugh, i saw how you look at her, i saw how you start to stop hanging around me just to talk to her, i saw how you fucking brushed me aside when talking to her" My eyes are filled with rage as my words starts to get harsher and harsher, they trembled with rage

Jac: "Wha--Are you serious?" Enid shakes her head. "That's not it! Y/N, why can't you listen to me and understand for once?" She sighs. "NO! You're getting it all wrong!" /More crying and angst, i suppose/ "Please, you have to understand..."

my glare is harsh but my tone is soft "Enid enid enid... I always understood but... After you stood me up on our dates, Dates that we have been planning for weeks..After all the texts I sent you saying i need you but you just left on read.... That's where I finally understood, so I gave up. I stopped talking and texting you for days now, and you didn't even bat an eye... But that's fine" i close my eyes and opens them again to stare at her with tired eyes "im done" notices her coming closer and pulls out the gun and takes it off safety mode and aims at her "Don't you take another step Sinclair"

Jac: People here in Brazil have a saying "You don't argue with old or crazy people" (My father says that about my mum lol) So I think Enid could follow that thinking and agree with the reader Something like "O-okay! I messed up, Y/N! I messed it all up!" And take the guilt and apologize until Reader calms down and put the gun down She doesn't have to be honest, but she's saying anything to stop reader I can't do begging without feeling really bad BUT something like "Please, I'll make it up to you, please, just put it down"

i chuckle darkly as if to interrupt her "so now you say that... Pathetic" keeps the gun aimed at her "too late for that isnt it?" lets out a sigh " i can't help but be... Disappointed"

keeps pointing the gun at her "disappointed as i am... As the Whole World has been beating me down, ur the only good thing in this mudball of a planet.. Even when you have hurt me so.." my eyes glistened as tears sprung up "I still love you so.." tears started running down my face "and I promised to protect you... Even from me" squeezes the gun but does not pull the trigger

#2 (HURT AND COMFORT) HEADCANNONS

I blink away the tears and as my voice trembles "a-and.. I don't think I can help myself anymore... So in r-respect for all we used to have... Turn around and never look back, Enid and live your life to the best of your abilities.." as i let out a stuttering sigh and lowers my face as my hair shadows my eyesJac:"I won't!" Enid finally speaks back, screams back at you. Her voice was shaking, tears were falling down her face, not out of fear, but out of sorrow. Of pain and despair, of finally knowing how you felt after all the times she let you down. She decided to help Wednesday, her stoic and loner roomate, while you, your lover(IDK GOOD NAMES FOR THIS), suffered in silence, completely alone. "No, Y/N! You're wrong! I'm not going to leave you, the world is not like this, you're not like this(helpless)!" She jumps over you and holds your wrist, immobilizing the hand that's holding the gun. "Let me show you. Let me show the colors of it, of the world, all the good things in it. Stay with me, Y/N." Her voice cracks as she see the pain in your eyes. "Please, forgive me, Y/N. Give one more chance."

and now we head over to the Ending Headcannons! the part where i got really stumped

you look at her eyes and sees the emotion and sincerity in them but they did not make you feel relief and safe, in fact it enrages you

you growl, you pull your arms out of her grasp and kicks Enid back a few feet as angry tears drags down to your face

“You think after all this time that you can just waltz back in and make everything better? Fuck you Sinclair! this aint a fucking fantasy! WAKE UP!”

okay let's just put in that reader was wearing a jacket for the entirety of their stay in nevermore and has not shown anyone their sh scars

“you have shown that you do not give an ounce of care about me these couple of months! I had put my trust in you and you threw it away! You promised me that you will always be by my side and you left me.. ”

You drop the gun to the ground and zip down your jacket, shrugging it off and leaving you in your tank top and opening your arms wide.

Enid is shocked as she sees a plethora of scars littered all over your body. collarbone, arms, under the tank top, you name, nothing is left unscarred  

"I have suffered all my life. So please… just let me rest"

You drop your arms as your body expression turns from defensive to tired, your arms slumped, your eyes tired as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders

You were expecting Enid to respect your wishes but She surges forward and holds you in her arms tightly, catching you off guard.

Enid keeps on apologizing and promises to be better for you.

You struggle, trying to get out of her grip.

Enid tightens her hold and tells you that she loves you

You stop struggling and looks at her face as no one had ever said they loved you before and this was the first time hearing it meant for you

"Y-you love… me?"

you stare at her eyes as she holds your face

Enid proceeds to tell you again that she loves you and only you, she didnt realize that she was neglecting you and she swears that she didnt mean to do it to you.

Enid:"you.. You are my light in the dark, my star in the sky, my Polaris. You mean so so much to me, it hurts me that I have been hurting you when you have always been there for me.. I was so dumb when i did that to you and I swear I will do my very best to fix this, to fix us. You deserve the world nothing less! I love you now and forever. So please.. give me one more chance"

She would stare at you with teary eyes, wiping your tears away

“I…” You open your mouth to speak but..

Enid closes her eyes and kisses you as she snakes her arms around your neck, holding you close

you jolt a bit in shock and try to pull away but she doesn’t let you

new tears would run down your face as you melt into the kiss and into her arms, wrapping your arms around her waist tightly

you missed this, you missed her lips, you missed her touch, you missed her love, you missed her scent, you missed her.

You were supposed to let her go, to not be corrupted by your species - by you. to keep her away from the horrors of the world you could bring onto her

You then deepen the kiss and hold her closer to you.

maybe this once… you could be selfish to just have her be yours.

you let go of the instincts that you oh so locked away ever since you learned the importance of will and boundaries. you let go of the instincts of your race and what you desperately hid from the eyes of others. 

You now finally embraced what you truly are, A dragon.

Scales start to appear under your eyes and on your arms as your hands shift into claws.

horns slowly protrude out of your forehead as your wings burst out of your back and wrapped around her.

Enid did not notice the changes as she focuses on portraying her love through the kiss.

you pull your head back, breaking the kiss. You open your eyes and they turn into draconic yellow with  slit pupils.

“Would you still love me? even when I am a monster?” you ask, you stare at her face as she opens her eyes

You tense as Enid lets out a quiet gasp as she stares at your new appendages and changes to yourself.

 She sees you tense and all she wants is to see you smile again.

Enid:”I dunno about a monster. All I see is someone 'monstrously' hot."

You just stared at her, surprised. did… did she just-?

Enid:”Of course I still love you. Nothing could 'tip the scales' on that”

of course she is making puns. your mouth just twitches, she notices and keeps on going

Enid:” if this isn't love, You're definitely 'dragon' some more feelings outta me" at this point she is grinning like a cheshire cat.

a smile breaks out of you and you giggle a bit.

Enid: “I guess I'll just have to deal with you being a little more 'horny' than me”

you laugh at that “Enid!” Enid just sweetly smiles at you

Enid: “there’s that beautiful smile and melodious laugh that i love so much���

you blush a lil bit and bury your face on her shoulder with a bashful smile

“Ancients, you don't know what kind of things you do to me Enid”

you pull back a bit to gaze at her with an intensity that most would flinch at 

“How much do you know about dragons?”

She looks up a bit, pops her bottom lip out and thinks if she has any information about dragons

Enid: “I know dragons are territorial and like to hoard stuff that interests them like what I heard from my childhood stories, i used to believe that they are just fairy tales but you are here, in front of me as living proof that they exist ”

you nod

“Did you know that those who made those fairy tales have gotten in contact with dragons? so some of the facts showed in those are actually true”

Tag List: @maryannecrimsworth @casbrawel @vorsdany @cursedchar @wol-fica @dragonfirerogue @jinxscatbomb (i kinda forgot the other people who wants to be tagged and too lazy to look up the post i made for it, sorry)

thats where i stopped, looking back on this i realized that maybe i should have kept the angsty vibes but then again my mind was going through multiple scenarios of the ending and it just burnt me out and i couldnt even type out whats on my mind. maybe i will revise this and complete this with a whole one page story or abandon this. tho if any of you guys planning to write this, i just ask one thing.. to get pinged in the story thats it no special mentions or anything, i just want to read what you guys can come up with this lil mess of mine.

[tmwcs]

damn the argument between yn and hee in chapter 18... ngl but I wish to see yn being the way heethan acts for once, like getting desperate, obsessed, needy and to like touch him push him around all that would be fun to se and i think hee would be so down and play along with it

so unfortunately my sweet anon, no matter how much I think about to to see, knowing Heethan’s personality, he wouldn’t actually like that and here’s why…

first, y/n does get possessive and clingy, when she taps into her Eden mode, but not in the way heethan is. She’ll get possessive if she hears or sees someone trying to claim/take her man. she’ll get a bit territorial and anyone who tries to claim heethan, she’ll make them learn real quick. Like in chapter 14 of HHP (there was also that one chapter, can’t remember, but she puts Tiff in her place when tiff claims Ethan is hers). That part, he likes.

But generally, if you’re talking about how heethan acts with her, in the aspects of restricting freedom, setting ground rules, and so forth, it wouldn’t really happen. as much as y/n loves heethan, she is no where near as insanely obsessed with him as he is with her. That’s what makes their relationship so very unique. She is obsessed but not in the way he is. I made a couple of drabbles where she does get needy and clingy with him (can’t remember which drabbles they were on Masterlist) and he gets tickled pink and elated, normally leads into a night of passion or cuddling. but all in all, y/n, while being in love and totally into him, won’t ever be as insane as him or express it in that way.

She’s a bit more reserved and she’s the sane one out of the two, not to mention, heethan is waaaaaay too dominant (and…may be a little hypocritical in some aspects) where he won’t allow her to call the shots. He’ll reason with her on some things, but generally, he’s a bit too selfish and I can’t see him letting her act in the same exact manner as he does bc it would actually cause lots of conflict. He’s too dominant. He’ll think the clinginess and neediness is cute, but anything more than that would just irritate and bring out his bad side, and he’ll feel the need to “put you in your place. The closest she ever got to challenging him was when heethan went full Ethan and y/n went full Eden and they had angry/makeup sex, where she tried dominating him, and he liked it to an extent, but fought back. It ended in a tie, but later on, it’s pretty much insinuated that Eden accepts and knows that she can’t overpower Ethan, bc he won’t let her. He likes the fiesty attitude but that’s it. And she knows that she can’t act the way he does, which is why he dominates the hell outta her in (I think it was chapter 14)

but the biggest reason why he wouldn’t be into it, is bc, remember, your shy, gentle, and original personality, before he met you was a huge part on what made him fall in love with you, so if you were to change and be more like him, he wouldn’t really like that. He likes the submissive and gentle personality you display, all the qualities that made him yearn for you, he wouldn’t want to lose them.

Also, He had someone who tried to push him around and was obsessive and clingy (tiff) and bc of that, and due to her infidelity, he hates her guts (bwfore she even coordinate that plan with Scott and had you kidnapped). He wouldn’t mind the obsession but if you tried to be more like him and restrict him, and…punish him, he’s going to flip the tables real quick. That’s just his personality.

[rrxnjun]

i just want to know why is it so rare tho?😭and so true every 03 liner i see has a special place in my heart!!! and yeah we are pretty similar in that🤭🤭

i just get angry when i do it but it also calms me in some way idk dude it's a whole mess lmao😔THATS MY PROBLEM AS WELL but i'm trying to learn whenever i get impatient to just leave it and continue when im in the mood again!!! ahh writing is hard tbh so u have all of my respect actually!!! like every time i have to write something i just rush it and never look back on it cuz i cringe so much🤣so genuinely hats off to u!! (and i also saw what u reblogged earlier so i just want to say that i love ur storylines and how u just write the emotions and the people in them!!!) more plants are always amazing🥳🥳 i'm glad free styling works for u!! tbh i never knew how to look up how to actually take care of what plant so i think free styling is the only option🤣 thank u for wishing luck!!💘 if u tell me ur fav colors i would actually make one and just send a pic to u of it once i get back to my hobbies sometime in may (and this is an ask for help cuz i never have ideas on what colors to use.-. and i will keep it in the name of u lmao😌)

WILL SEND U ALL OF THE PIXELS OF HIM!!!!

actually being a silly like that is so fun in a way ngl (i am in the biggest parasocial relationship known to mankind with sunwoo from theboyz and i would never change that fact lmao love being silly like that) yeahhh it's so great to just see how much growth they had since then!!!🥹🥹but i genuinely don't understand how they just get better and better each time they do a cb:o

GOOD LUCK WITH UR EXAMS!!!!!! they are more important than that drabble so I HOPE U WILL DO GREAT IN ALL OF THEM!!!

thank u🥹🥹🥹u are not pressuring me at all so thank u for that as well🥹💞and also thank u for welcoming me with open arms!!! i think i get closer to getting of anon every time i send an ask/reply🫡

no problem cuz i'm also very late with my reply so sorry😟 exams suck so much!! i hope u will only have better weeks than that then!!! i hope u are doing well as well and that u will ace all of ur exams!!😌💗💖💓 (liebestraum anon🥳💞💗)

bro thats me with art omg 😭😭😭 its like a weird mix of rage impatience but at the same time relaxation and creativity altho i havent drawn or done any art in ages 😔💔 SJSJS sometimes when i read back my work i cringe too,, esp my older fics but considering that i write the content i wanna see i read my own fics sometimes LMAO so theres that. thank u so much for complimenting my storylines and emotions i think those are the two main things i focus on in my writing 🥺💓 also my fav colors and combos are literally anything + white (esp black, red and blue) and also cream, sage green and shades of gray 😌😌 keep it and wear it like a declaration of love to me /j

now. to the topic that i already hinted at during our convo on my main- our similar taste because tell me why am i the biggest bitch for sunwoo i dont fucking stan the boyz??? LOOK AT THIS DJSJSJSK

i fully support your parasocial relationship with him i am actually your biggest fan 💓 BUT SUNWOO IS A DEVIL EVERY TIME I SEE HIM I HAVE TO TAKE A MOMENT BC OH LORD-

thank u!!! i have one final down (got an A from it ❤❤❤) but i have 5 more to go and it only gets more difficult LMAOO so ill be back to writing in june hopefully :')

DJSJS was actually so glad to see u on mosviqu too i am happy you are getting more comfortable 💓 hope youre doing well im cheering u on always!!

[lix-ables]

who are the "I'm bored let's fuck" members?

oh i defo see minho and jeongin. maybe a bit of changbin too.

ʚ minho ɞ ngl he's the kind that would be over at your place all the time. it's like he practically lives at your apartment - be it for an assignment or just to hang out, let's say to game. on days that he's actually bored, he's the kind that would drop the controller on the ground next to him, to look up at you, his fingers already trace small abstract patterns to your calf to get your attention. "y/n. im bored, let's fuck," he'd mumble, once to see your reaction - yes that got you wide eyed, and once to actually repeat it until he had you saying "this is going to change so much between us." and he'd actually be glad only to go "you mean we're going to be fuck buddies now?" just for you to smack his arm lightly. let's say he gave you one of the best soul-leaving-your-body kind of orgasms of your life.

ʚ changbin ɞ okay but binnie is the kind that would actually be concerned about what you'd reply if he said this. so just to try it out, for fun obviously, he'd come up to you while you're bringing something from the kitchen, whispering " 'm bored, baby. let's fuck." what he didn't expect was for you to actually agree. his eyes would not leave you, until you dragged him to the couch, letting him sit down before straddling him. "are we doing this or what?" you hum, resting your fingers on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing patterns to his collarbone that peaked out a little. "w-wait, seriously?" "hmmm, we're anyways here, bin. and let's face it, i can feel you getting a lil tight down there you know," you whisper, leaning close to his face. "fuck this," he'd mumble, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you into him. and let's just say he may or may not have teased you for the rest of the night, but ended with his cock buried deep inside you.

ʚ jeongin ɞ tbh, he's the kind to actually say it for fun, only to turn all serious if/when you agree. for example say, he's partnered with you for an assignment, and you've gotten so close that when you need someone, he's there for you. so in his mind he played this conversation between you so many times before actually coming up to you, his hands in his pockets and seeming cool, but is actually nervous, the palm-sweating-counting-to-three kind, before casually saying, "hey, y/n. we've been friends for what, a while now. im bored. plus you're single, im single. let's fuck." now he wouldn't actually expect a blowjob in the boys locker room after soccer practice, just one day, out of the blue. we can just assume/say that he was going to repay you back with a eye-rolling-to-the-back-of-your-head kind of orgasms, followed by him eating you out back at your dorm.

note. ngl, im convinced to make these into full ass drabbles, separate ones of course.

[chericos]

While writing a celebrity au fanfic for tighnari I was blessed with the greatest idea of boxer/kickboxer tighnari and now I can’t get my mind off of it!!

So here are a few little head cannons and a short Drabble, I don’t play genshin anymore so I don’t know his personality all to well, please comment criticism!!

I hate the term “y/n” but I had no other choice but to use it once ☹️

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- I just have this huge idea that tighnari is extremely flexible- like, its crazy.

- imagine you’re in the same training room as him and all of a sudden he’s just down on the floor in the splits. I would fall over IMMEDIATELY

- leg over his head, holding it up with one hand like it’s nothing and I’d be all for it

- the way he would train too

- continuously hitting the punching bag until he’s panting

- sweat cascading down his temples as he continues to do hook kicks in the back of the room.

-thinking about it it would probably stinkso bad at the end of the day 😭

- he would not give it a rest until his legs are shaking and he physically can’t stand on his own.

Now since we got over how he would train let’s talk about how he’s do against a arch with you

- he won’t go easy on you that’s for sure. I hope you know how to put up a fight,

- this man’s agility has him moving at speeds I can’t comprehend

-he’d punch you square in the face, not a twinge of regret written on his face I wouldn’t mind ngl

- when in the rink he thinks of you as just another opponent, so don’t think you’re lucky.

-I’d kick his ass though

- ofc he’d apologize after(I’d hope- maybe not) but in his defense you kind of brought it upon yourself

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Landing another punch to his opponent's face, Tighnari knew that he had won. Not like it was new to him, he was one of the best.

His chest was heaving, you could hear the faint delay in his breaths as he leaned over the ropes to grab his water bottle.

"That was good." A voice commends. "I'm glad you took note of the points I asked you to correct. But make sure not to lean so heavily on one foot.”

Tighnari, internally moaned at the new disturbance. No, it’s not like he disliked his coach, in fact he adored them, it was just at times they were a bit overbearing. His coach knows very well what Tighnari’s half hearted 'hmm' means. " Cyno is not an easy nut to crack.”

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine, like always. No one yet was able to take me down I don’t plan on losing to a bunch of nobodies-” he was cut off when the familiar sound of your name fell from his coaches lips. Tighnari quickly closed his much, coughing a little in his hand to make the sudden cut of his sentence less awkward.

“That sure seemed to shut you up” —- stated with a chuckle. Although to tighnari it wasn’t a laughing matter.

He hated the way you’d always conveniently end up with the same training room as him. How you’d always be the closest to the the ring when it was his time to go. They way you’d smirk at him whenever you won a match against him. It irritated him to no end.

But even so, he always found his mind driving to you. The times you shared outside of kickboxing. The trips to the cafe, shared plane flights to world round tournaments(I like how I added that after I said outside of kickboxing…) just simply staying inside one of your apartments watching movies together.

He liked you, he just didn’t know it yet

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(Ngl I don’t feel like finishing this so have fun with a not so good Drabble) and I rushed it cause I have a lot to get done

Also if you’re one of the people who said tighnari would be a archer for the celebrity au, kys that’s so boring I physically can’t bring myself to write that, so kickboxer tighnari it is!! (This Is targeted to my paugers and Amara, watch yourselves)

[halcyon-writings]

Asking again to make sure it reaches you. I really want to read BnHA drabbles or headcanons where Bakugou, Todoroki, and Inasa finish their remedial courses for their hero licenses, but then realize they haven't contacted their s/o ONCE while their courses and training were going on. And the last call/text they got from her was her asking if they want to break up so they can focus on being heroes. Now they need to apologize for accidentally ignoring her and convince her it wont happen again

note(s): okay so i’m definitely glad you sent this in again bc i didn’t get the first one omg. but hi yes here we go after 84 years thank you for your patience!! again small reminder that i mainly write gn!reader, however i did try for this rq as you specified female pronouns in the request however but idk how well i did djskdjs

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now let us set the scene *cue that typical harp transition music*

When you had agreed to run to the store real quick to pick something up for an extra dinner dish, you had believed it would have helped get your mind off of the particular elephant in the room.

When in fact, being alone with your thoughts did not help in the slightest. You check your phone for what feels like the nth time today, and still, nothing. You knew that remedial courses would take a good chunk of their time, and you were very thankful that you had passed the provisional exam on the first try, but still, what about a hello? A, how are you? something, anything!

And maybe, just maybe, during your small emotional crisis you send what looks very closely like a breakup text to your boyfriend because, after all, you’re very emotional at the moment and it felt necessary okay?

So of course when you’re boyfriend finally gets to reading said text, he, quite literally, almost has a heart attack.

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Katsuki’s first response, once he gets to reading all the messages he missed, no thanks to the BakuSquad’s gc and Kaminari sending memes at 1 am followed by Mina and Kirishima’s laughter/keysmashes killing his battery, is to just curse out loud. One tired “Fuck.” Because he may not have realized it at the time but he really was pushing you away. He probably goes to Mina next, because she would be the better choice in asking for advice. (And would keep focus bc while the rest are good at giving advice it’s staying on topic that’s the problem).

And also Mina and Bakugo friendship is severely underrated and we need more of it thank you!!!

Following her advice, Bakugo will go to wherever you are. And If you told your parents about him , he is ready to plead his case, if he’s gotta do the whole shebang he will. Katsuki genuinely wants to make up for it. If he’s bringing you your favorite snacks, he will. Along with whatever else you want him to bring. One of the next ways he’ll go about making up for it is quality time. Because he genuinely likes to hang out with you.

Whether it’s napping or cuddling together while watching your show/movie of choice, or just walking around the town and finding cool hangout spots. As long as it’s with you he’s more than happy to be there. (Although he may not be as expressive, you’ll know when you see the soft and fond look on his face. But tease him about it and he’ll vehemently deny it.)

However the hold he has on your hand gets a little tighter, but he’s still like, gentle? idk words man. but like he’s very soft. And he makes note to not let himself get so caught up in hero work. Because breaks from working himself to the ground is important. Even more rewarding when he gets to spend time with you afterwards.

Out of the three of them, Inasa definitely has the... loudest of reactions and responses. He might have shouted, which then got the others concerned because again this was probably when he was leaving the remedial course and nothing was really wrong before hand. Or if he’s on the train he scares some passengers and an old grandma almost hits him with her purse. Idk he’s having a time guys and not a good one. He definitely will google search good ways to make up with an s/o

He can and will show up to your house with a giant bouquet of flowers and dressed up, he had to be stopped from wearing a suit though, but it was close. Inasa wants to show he's serious and that he really wants to make up for this, please stop him, he can and will buy more flowers if he thinks it'll help the cause. The fact that someone like him can look like a kicked puppy so easily only makes this more sad dfjskfjs. help this poor guy

If you're not busy, mans is ready to take you out to go eat something then and there, because he's ready to make up for missed dates/hangouts asap!!! In turn you gotta tell him, really, he doesn't have to rush it. Because if he really tried everything he had planned you guys would miss the last train to get home and that would not be fun. Just the fact that he's trying this much means a lot. And it also helps settle the fear that this was just a bad case of miscommunication and that he wasn't ghosting you. (Unless- jkjk these aren’t these kinda hcs)

I think Inasa is really good at giving hugs, like he’s big and that muscle isn’t for show. Like where’s that one redraw meme where one person just is pressed against the other’s chest like “:000” and looking a little smug bc that’s you and Inasa okay. Especially when he’s brought you home after your day of adventure, it’ll take some convincing to let you go, as once he holds onto you, he clings subconsciously. But rest assured that when you’re free again, he will do this all over again. Even when you confirm that everything is okay, he’s still gonna try his hardest.

Todoroki’s reaction is definitely a lot more curbed and bottled in compared to Bakugo’s or Inasa’s. That’s not to say he isn’t concerned when he reads your text and the meaning of your words begin to set in. You can almost tell that something is wrong, however, just by the slightest way his body language shifts. But rest assured, he’s gonna get back to you asap so that you both can talk this out. Shoto pre-Izuku’d character development definitely had him trusting a lot less, and so you are definitely really special when he trusts you enough to get close to and even ask you out.

He will however give you time to cool off, because you probably aren’t feeling too great sending the message and he wants to be able to collect his own thoughts too. Then when he’s meeting you, he’s very forward in his apology, he admits what he did wasn’t great. (Ngl I feel like he’d act like he killed your pet or something with how sincere he sounds todo baby...)

He’ll tell you all about the remedial courses, and he feels a bit relieved when you laugh at the “five weenies” joke. (It’s hard to stay mad at him when he looks so serious and says that with a perfect deadpan). Instead you ask him more about his time with the others there. Maybe a little ashamed because this kind of thing is still pretty new to him (and no offense to them but his parents weren’t exactly the best example as to what a relationship should be like). You see the way his eyes light up and you realize, it’s okay.

He’s learned a lot from this. Not just how to be a hero, but for his own personal growth too. Will he stumble a bit now and then? Yes. But at least he knows that he has you along with him to help him stand back up. Slowly, but surely, Shoto is getting there. Relationships in general are newer to him given that he avoided them in the beginning at his time at UA, but once he gets close to someone. He keeps them close and doesn’t let you, so you feel really special.

[tobi-momo]

Short Hair :)

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! i once cut my hair pretty short and was also a lil insecure so this helped me too! feel free to come by my inbox any time! Also- big big thank you to my sis @combat-wombatus​ <3 for basically coming up with the ground structure yall should go follow her bc her works? literal *chefs kiss* (i also kind took it as a pixie cut? so i am v sorry if you wanted the hair shorter) Request: 

Type: Drabble/Scenario

Genre: Fluff, comfort (?), i think i kept this mostly GN, sooo

Warnings: cursing, insecurity, (i think thats it?)

general taglist: @zerohawks​ @hitosushi​ 

Bakugou’s Crush Being Insecure About Their Short Hair

Mina had always been an unpredictable sparring partner

She was always jumping around and throwing her acid carelessly, trying to have fun with you as you actually try to do something with your quirk

Kirishima knows how much of a mess Mina can be and because yall are using his workout equipment- he needs to supervise.

He was givin yall tips n shit- very manly of him

You guys were getting into it, really trying to defeat one another when Mina made a mistake

Her acid hits your hair, burning it off to almost above chin length

Kirishima hurries over to your side, checking your neck and head for injuries and burns before turning over to Mina

“I’m so so so so so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to I swear!”

“It’s- It’s fine,” you lied, now super embarrassed and insecure, “i’ll just get it fixed or something. No big deal.”

“You’re lucky it was no big deal, one inch to the right and the acid woulda cut through your neck,” kirishima adds, worried about your state- you could always count on him to see behind your mask- thats one of the reasons hes your best friend

“Are you okay?” Mina pleads

“Yeah, of course, I just need to fix,” you point to your mess that you call hair, “this,” you breathe out a laugh

Mina basically freaks out and Kirishima being the manliest man to ever exist takes care of you <33 (not like that tho- this is a baku x reader, ok!)

He gives you a ride to the hair salon (he needed to touch up on his hair too ngl) and totally hypes you up the entire time you were getting your hair trimmed

It made you feel better, but you were still iffy about your hair, but what else were you gonna do? Shave your head? Hell no.

He knew this, of course, and offered you one of his hats to where during school hours until you were comfortable

So, showing up to school in Kirishima’s hat set someone in particular off. 

Walking into class with an expressionless face, you take your seat and sloppily drop your bag on the floor beside your chair. Not feeling up to interacting with anyone, especially since your new haircut was the shortest it’s ever been ever. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. You didn’t want to hear other people’s remarks on your hair, you didn’t want people to look at it. You didn’t want Mina to feel bad of course, but you couldn’t help but feel...not right.

“What the fuck is that?” You look up unfazed until you see Bakugou, the one that made your heart flutter when you looked at him, and your face flushing red as you stare at him, embarrassed as all hell when he points at Kirishima’s hat.

“What is what?” You ask, acting oblivious, but you can tell he can see through that.

“That, the ugly fuckin’ hat you have on. Take it off.”

“No can do, Baku-kun,” you reply, nonchalant.

“Well why the hell not?” His temper shows when he doesn’t get his way.

“Because.” You look down at your desk.

“You shitty fucking woman.” You look up at him again, bored, before you start tapping your finger on the desk repeatedly. “If you don’t take Shitty Hair’s hat off right now I will rip it off of your head.”

How did he know it was Kirishima’s hat? You finally give in, not wanting him to pull your hat off without giving him a warning for what he might see. 

You moan in defeat, sitting up. “Mina. She burned my hair with her quirk so I had to cut it.”

“I said sorry!” Mina chimes in. You acknowledge her for a moment, then turn back to Bakugou.

“Lemme see,” he says softly, which surprises you and makes your pulse stutter, but you won’t give up so easily.

“No.”

He tilts his head, giving you a glare that makes you think he actually might take your hat off forcibly. Ok, so you may give up a little easily. You sigh and slowly take off your hat. Kirishima watches from afar, smiling widely while he hits Kaminari and Sero with the back of his arm, catching their attention to face you. 

Your hair is revealed, and all Bakugou can do is stare. Just- stare. You regret coming to class. You stand up, making your chair screech on the floor before grabbing your bag, mumbling curses to yourself before heading out. Before you could close the door, though, you felt your arm being tugged back into the classroom. Your head whips around to see Bakugou having the same distraught, shocked expression on his face- almost looked like disbelief.

“What? Leave me alone.” You try to pull your arm back before Bakugou uses his other hand to grab your same arm, his expression not faltering. “What the hell is your problem? It’s short, yeah, I get that. You don’t need to rub it in my face.” You look away. Of course he would have that reaction. He thought you were ugly. 

Mina’s face falters, turning into a frown, sad for you and also mad at herself. Kirishima took notice and gave her a reassuring look.

“You look-” Bakugou fails to get a sentence out, stumbling on his words.

“I look what. Just say it already.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Your head shoots up, and everyone in the back of the class silently cheers while they await your response. You hear a couple gasps in the background, but don’t pay attention when you tilt your head in confusion.

“W-what?” You furrow your eyes, completely taken by surprise. 

Bakugou’s eyes widen for a second before returning to normal, letting go of your rights. He clears his throat as he turns away with a blush. “I said you look beautiful. Got a problem?” 

You look around the room, seeing everyone’s expression. Everyone- mostly everyone- was smiling towards you too, like they have been waiting for it to happen. Mina nods at you, nudging you on. Kirishima winks at you, pointing his head at Bakugou, who is currently facing the door frame. You look back at him, realizing how flustered he is. You smile. So- he didn’t think you were ugly? He thought you were beautiful. *He* thought you were beautiful. Short hair and all. Wow. 

“No. I don’t.” He looks at you with shock, not expecting that answer. 

“Good. Now don’t ever wear Shitty Hair’s hat ever again,” he tries to pull off. With that, he takes the hat of your head and chucks it at Kirishima, who catches it then laughs, giving everyone else the queue to start bombarding you with compliments and questions.

Having short hair may not be so bad.

REQUESTS:OPEN

[shirtlessfelix]

hi hi hi, could i get a drabble on felix and david being childhood friends (or rivals 👀) who end up meeting again in the fog and end up developing feelings for each other after a while of felix being there? (sorry if this isnt specific enough btw sshgnhsn i dont usually rq things like this)

Yes, this is so cute!! I lowkey love this ship ngl, thank you for requesting it! <3

To Fancy an Old Friend

Slow Burn | 1306 words

Those eyes.

Felix knew them too well even after all the years during which he hadn’t seen them. Dark and morose, they stared back into his own, the mouth just under them with parted lips as shallow breaths left them. This first encounter was rather painful for Felix, who hadn’t been subjected to that glare since he was a child; since David King was taken away to a private school with stronger disciplinary measures.

The two didn’t dare speak to each other, not even now that they were adults and past all of that childish anger. Felix had heard terrible things about David growing up from his parents; the last thing he’d expected was to see him again, and to be stuck with him in the same place he’d hoped his father was.

Felix didn’t recognize anyone else, but they all stared at him just like the kids in his primary school. He was the only foreigner then, and he stuck out terribly when he spoke, no less when David would mock him for it and make the other children laugh. Even here, even now, Felix was hesitant to speak.

“No fuckin’ chance you’re the Richter boy,” David said before anybody else. He was shorter but much more stocky than Felix, and he still came off quite threateningly. The Richter boy stayed quiet and let his old Mancunian rival figure it out for himself. “It’s you, innit?”

“You know this guy?” interjected a girl who was standing by, and Felix was relieved when he heard her accent. She was Nordic.

David nodded, licking his lips as he recalled his past with the blond boy who sat in front of him in class, desperately trying to focus on his schoolwork while enduring his childish means of torture. He’d never laid a hand on Felix even once, but the words he spat along with little paper balls were enough to make him shudder.

“Probably wishes he didn’t know me.” Felix stood back and watched as David stood up from his seat on the log. “This is Nea. I’m sorry you’re here.”

---

While he learned the ropes from the others, David left Felix alone, not assuming he'd want to talk with him even though it had been years since they'd seen each other last. It was inevitable that they would end up in a trial together, but even then, he paid Felix no mind until he was in trouble with the Wraith invisible at his heels. He didn't know where to turn.

David jumped out behind Felix when the killer revealed himself once again, swinging out in front of him and expecting the newbie to fall into his hands. Felix gasped when David grunted instead, letting himself be injured for his sake and yelling, "Go, Felix, run!" So he did.

A flick of his bell, and the Wraith had vanished once again, but David could tell that he was going after Felix again, and that was something he just wouldn't have. He followed the billowy shadow through the trees and once again got in his way, but tumbled forward to waste even more of the killer's time on him. Felix had been able to get away.

Later, David hadn't acknowledged the selflessness that made Felix wonder how much he'd really changed, and instead he disappeared off somewhere else. Felix wanted to talk to him, to ask what happened on the first day when he didn't have him to rag on. Where did you go? he wondered. Why are you here?

---

The time for conversation finally came when neither of them were stuck in the confines of a killer's territory, where they were safe from all that for a while and could confront the years of tension that was left unresolved. Felix approached David as he whittled a stick down to dust, sitting next to him on his spot by the campfire.

"I know we were kids then," Felix told him, and David noticed how much his accent had gone away. It made him laugh inwardly, how something so small made him so upset as a child. Felix must have stayed in England, he thought. "Thank you for helping me before."

"It's nothin'. Gotta look out for each other down here, y'know." David wiped the sawdust from his hands and sat back, looking at Felix in the moonlight. He asked him, "So, what brings you?" and for a long time, they talked about their lives after they'd left each other's. The Richters' involvement with "a cult or something" that Felix hardly bothered with, and how David had simply thought he'd gotten so drunk he started hallucinating.

They reminisced on the short time they'd had together in their past, Felix not blaming David for not having liked his accent. "Well, that's not true," David told him. "I did like it; that was the problem," he laughed. "I liked it so much, I hated you. Stupid kid things, I guess."

And then, the conversation had taken a turn. It swerved and slowed down to a halt when Felix told David how much he'd admired his strength back then, and his bravery at any given moment. That much about him hadn't changed, it seemed. Felix still swooned over it.

"I took German in secondary school," David admitted. "I had a lot of regrets that I wanted to make up to you somehow. Some part of me hoped that I'd see you again."

Felix chuckled. "Well, here we are."

---

As the two of them spent more time together, David teaching Felix more and more how to survive this place, and Felix helping David brush up on his German, they grew closer than they'd ever thought possible. David even may have been ready to admit why he'd really loathed Felix all that time ago, and why his utter perfection even as a child made him so, excruciatingly jealous.

"Oh, you think you were jealous," Felix laughed. They were laying deep in the woods together, looking up through the trees and eating from a basket of berries that Jake and Claudette had picked earlier.

"You had everything, Felix, of course I was." David brought his hands up behind his head and clasped them together.

"Not your strength," Felix said. "Not your courage, not your ability to never give a shit what anyone thought about you. I had pretty buildings to look at."

"Do you care what I think about you now?" David asked with a smirk tugging on his lips. Felix laughed and looked away. "What do you think about me?"

"I think... you've turned out all right. Strong, good-looking... I mean--" By then, his face had turned the faintest shade pinker, and David's had too. "Well, you know what I mean."

"Do I, now?"

"I'd hope so."

"Are you calling me handsome, Richter boy?" His face had gone red. "I'll call you handsome, then, how's that?" Felix smiled sheepishly and shook his head, to tell David that he was being ridiculous, how dare you play with me like that.

What was all fun and games turned into a softer stare-down between them.

Those eyes.

They didn't glare at Felix like they used to, but they looked at him with a longing hat had been there the whole time. He dared to lean over and let his lips connect with David's in the most hesitant kiss he'd ever kissed, one surrounding him with comfort as David's arm laid itself over his waist. It left Felix wanting more, to kiss him even just once more, but maybe another time.

For now, this was okay, and certainly more than he'd bargained for when he found himself with David King in his life again. Maybe it wasn't quite life they were living, but it was something, and they were together. And Felix didn't mind at all.

[illyaana]

Hihi! Can I join your event with Kuroo from Haikyuu with me as the mythical creature? I got Trickster!

I use they/them pronouns, my MBTI is ENTP-T, and my sun is Capricorn, Moon is Leo, and Ascendant is Scorpio.

Uhh random fact about myself.... I kin Kuroo? (Chaotic neutral child here)

I see I've caught a Capricorn :)))) and I love a good Kuroo kin, ngl - you all have such amazing humor (and smart as hell) :) We have the same moon sign!!!!

I had a really fun time writing this (since yk the Trickster is pretty fun to write XD) so I hope you like it!!!!

Want a drabble like this? Take part in my Halloween Event; the Unknown! I'll be taking requests until the 28th of October, so send in your asks before it's too late!!!!

(also this hit 700 words because I couldn't stop typing so enjoy :)))

It is a curse; immortality.

You never wanted to be the one to see all your loved ones leave you - but it was your birthright to feel this agony - to feel this painstakingly slow dagger etch such a deep scar and just wait for the numbness to fill your senses.

Walking on the streets forlorn, the only thing you could ever do was reminisce the moments you had.

Letting the soft tinge of the rain hit the ends of your jacket as you walk along the tiled corridors, you stop in front of the library you've considered your oasis ever since you were young - when you lived life like a normal kid.

The railings that accompanied your step reminded you of the years Kuroo stood beside you - how his little quarrels with a certain blonde made you laugh endlessly.

The soft symphony that played in your ear as the droplets from the sky hit the ground beneath you reminded you of the days you spent running along these very roads with the black-haired male.

As soon as he heard the rain hit his window, he'd call you to sneak out of your house. The minute you step out, he'd be sitting in front of your porch with an extremely small umbrella you both could barely share.

Eventually he'd give up sharing that small umbrella and run to the convenience store at the corner of the block just to give you those warm buns you loved - he'd grip your wrist tight, but loose enough for you to feel comfortable.

The grandmother at the counter would give kuroo a chicken sandwich and you a small bun for half the price off thanks to the two of you being frequent customers. She'd even throw in a cup of hot chocolate, if you both begged enough.

After many tries in trying your luck, you both would rush to the entrance of the store and sit on the wet pathway. Kuroo would always bring a little towel for the two of you to sit on as you both stared at the busy city - how the streetlights would illuminate the if not very dark road, showing you both a private viewing of little scenes that would unfold.

Every once in a while, the captain would turn to look at your expressions - how they'd change as you paid attention to every single detail that unveiled itself. The stream that came from that hot bun in your hands would piss you off so much, you'd try to blow it away, which only resulted in a larger amount of steam covering your vision.

Not to mention how amazing you looked under this soft yet harsh lighting.

He'd wonder what you loved so much about that little sweet bun while he wolfed down a chicken sandwich while you slowly nibbled on the bun's sides, savouring the flavour.

"I swear to God you're going to take too long with that bun," Kuroo said.

"I like it a lot, okay? - I don't get it very often," you huffed.

"Tell you what; I'll keep on buying those godforsaken buns if you buy me this heavenly sandwich."

"I swear to God you love that sandwich," you mocked him.

He flicked your forehead, earning a yelp from you.

You smirked as you warped his sandwich into the rubbish bin, leaving a very distressed Kuroo in front of you.

"I literally was just holding it!"

You laughed, looking at the almost teary-eyed male before you.

"It's just a sandwich, Kuroo."

In a fit of annoyance, he grabbed the bun from your hands and threw it right into the rubbish bin.

"It's just a bun, kitten."

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It is a curse; immortality.

If you weren't immortal, you would've stuck beside Kuroo - watched him age as you spend your days by his side, savouring each moment you made with him.

If you weren't immortal, you would've let these emotions you've kept for decades out, and maybe, just maybe, given all your love to your captain.

But you never can - and you never will.

For he has met his end, while your gold string of fate is nowhere near being cut.

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Hope you enjoyed it!!!!

[klvbxlove]

boldness (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: ok i’ll be honest. i have no idea how this idea came into mind; it just did. it was also pretty different than what i usually do, so it was interesting to go through the process of writing it. it’s probably just gonna be a onetime thing, ‘cause i mostly prefer to write fluffy stuff (-w-)

(i’m sorry, but this gif of iida had me feeling certain things. LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD *insert me literally crying over how beautiful but hot iida is*)

reader-type: gender neutral

genre: romance, lime (**ngl, i don’t know what would be considered lime, but i think this drabble is one**)

trigger warning(s): slightly suggestive content

summary: despite already dating you, iida hasn’t exactly gotten used to showing you affection. however, he decided he was going to change that. the only catch? you didn’t expect this kind of affection, nor did you expect him to be this bold.

word count: 1.2k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(y/n) = your name (f/b) = favorite book

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   Iida was making use of his time by reading (F/B), the one you recommended to him a few days back. At first glance, he wasn’t exactly sure why you liked this book. However, the more chapters he read, the more he understood why. 

   The house in which the blue-haired man shared with you was dead quiet, aside from the rain drizzling outside. Despite the weather, it didn’t stop the plans of you and your friends to hang out for the afternoon. Iida wasn’t a controlling person by all means, but he wished he could’ve stopped you from going out. If he had done that, you would’ve been by his side cuddling with him as he read.

   That’s when the realization hit Iida. He’s never shown you much affection before. It wasn’t because he was a cold-hearted person who loathed it. He didn’t know how to show it without being awkward. When you were the one showing affection, Iida would sometimes feel himself going stiff.

   He would think that after months of dating you, he would’ve gotten accustomed to affection. Nope. He was pretty much new to the whole thing. Luckily, you never pestered him for it. But even still, Iida felt like he wasn’t being a good boyfriend to you. Today, he wanted to change himself. 

   Hearing the front door open and then close from downstairs made Iida smile, as it signified that you were home now. “I’m home!” you called out. You removed your shoes and placed them near the front door, which was proceeded by you taking off your jacket. A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were pretty much exhausted today, although you still had fun with your friends.

   Putting down the book, Iida exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to see you. “Welcome back.” He greeted you. “Did you have fun?” he asked. 

   You nodded. “Yep! I’m pretty tired, though, so I’ll go change.” 

   Iida watched as you walked past him and towards the staircase. He ran a finger through his hair, slightly out of frustration. Iida should’ve started by at least giving you a hug or something! Instead, he just greeted you with words and nothing else. It’s okay, he thought to himself. This is not the end of the world. He had plenty of time to open himself up!

    Iida walked back upstairs and stopped at the front door of the bedroom to knock on it. “Did you finish changing, my love?” he asked. 

   “Almost!” you replied. “I just needa change my shirt!”

   You were able to change fairly quickly, so only a few seconds passed before you finished. “Okay, you can come in!” 

   At that, Iida opened the door and walked inside. He stopped in the middle of the doorway as he caught sight of you wearing one of his navy blue sweatshirts. A blush covered his cheeks. Since you were smaller than him, it was a little big on your body, not that you were bothered by it. You liked oversized clothes, anyway. 

   “Something wrong?” you tilted your head, concerned after your boyfriend hadn’t said anything. 

   “N-No, it’s nothing,” Iida shook his head and cleared his throat. 

   “Hmm, if you say so!” you smiled and walked over to the bookshelf to pull out a volume of your favorite manga series that you haven’t finished. You crawled into your side of the king-sized bed and pulled out the bookmark, starting to read. 

   Iida picked up (F/B) and proceeded to crawl into bed with you. He spent the next few minutes trying to read rather than steal glances at you. How was he supposed to help himself, though? You looked so adorable right now! (Well, you look adorable every day). With how small you looked in his sweater (which he knew you would get mad if he said that out loud) as you silently read, smiling every once in a while. If anything, all Iida wanted to do was kiss you.

   But how was he going to do that?

   After putting the book back on the nightstand standing next to your bed, Iida took a small glance at you before scooting closer. He hesitated at first, but he slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You let out a sound of surprise but smiled nonetheless and continued to read. 

   Glancing over the pages, Iida had no idea what was going on in the volume you were reading. It didn’t matter right now, anyway. So far, he already got his arm around you. Now, what should he do next? 

  ‘Hmm, maybe this.’

  You turned your head towards Iida when he lightly patted your shoulder with his hand. As soon as you were facing him, he used his free hand to place his hand on your chin, slightly brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.

   Meanwhile, you felt yourself blush. You didn’t know how to explain it, but there was somewhat of a look of love and lust in his eyes. The moment Iida started to slowly inch his face towards you, you were internally freaking out. You had no time to think about what was happening before he placed his lips on yours, engulfing you in a kiss.

   Iida removed his arm from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer. Wrapping his other hand around your waist, he refused to let you go. Your eyes widened in surprise. On one hand, you didn’t expect Iida to kiss you without hesitation. On the other hand, however, you liked it. You couldn’t leave Iida hanging, so you closed your eyes and returned the kiss. 

   You moved from your spot in the bed and crawled into his lap, pretty much making out with him at this point. You ran your hand through his dark blue hair, your touch prompting him to let out a small groan of pleasure. Your tongues practically wrestled to ensure dominance, but in the end, Iida won. One of his hands found itself underneath the sweatshirt you were wearing, and he started to rub it against your bare skin; his touch sent shivers down your spine. 

   Iida, at this moment, felt bold for making the first move. Something simple as wrapping his arm around your shoulder led to him having you on his lap, your lips pretty much glued into a heated make-out session. With another bolt of courage going through him, Iida carefully turned himself over, and now you were lying underneath him. 

   A few minutes passed before Iida decided to break away from the kiss, a string of saliva already connecting your mouths. He looked down at you and watched as you were practically panting to catch your breath. “I-I apologize, darling.” he apologized, the lust, you noticed, almost fading. “Was that too much for you?”

  “No, it’s okay!” you reassured him with a smile. “I just didn’t expect you to be so bold to kiss me, let alone get us into this make-out session.” you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly. 

   “Me either,” Iida admitted, scratching his cheek nervously. “All I just wanted was to show you some affection because I felt as though as your boyfriend, I didn’t show enough. I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable with that. If you were, I’ll tone down my level of affection!”

   “I told you, it’s fine,” you said. “You know I’m not bothered by you being unaffectionate twenty-four-seven, but if you want to show me any, I’ll more than gladly allow it. I mean, I’m your (s/o), right?”

   Iida blushed but nodded. “Y-Yes, that’s right.” 

   “With that out of the way,” you smirked. “don’t you think we should finish what you started?”

   Iida had to admit he liked where this was going. After he smirked back at you, you took no hesitation to bring his face closer to you and connected your lips. 

[runin-reads]

❛ s o l a r s y s t e m ❜

— hinata harem drabbles and reader insert

SYNOPSIS: my thoughts on various hinata ships, plus my take on what it would be like to marry the sunshine himself.

PAIRINGS: kenhina, kagehina, atsuhina, oihina, hoshihina, tsukkihina, hinata x reader.

A/N: I would add wayyy more ships but I didn’t want this to be too long. I may add a part 2 depending on the feedback I get.

MANGA SPOILERS

☆ﾐ KENHINA

— the only sugar baby and sugar daddy relationship that matters

— shoyou says he likes something off-handedly only for  kenma to buy it in bulk the next day 

— “if you get boring, I’ll stop ;)” that’s it that’s the sunmary. need I say more to describe their dynamic?

— Kenma and him fight a lot to cover the bill, only for Kenma to pay for it secretly on his way to the bathroom 

— honestly just such caring boys to each other. Kenma is so intune with how Shoyou feels and will lay down just about anything to make him feel better. Shoyou brings happiness and energy to Kenya’s life and makes sure that he takes plenty of breaks from the screen, so he can rest. 

— he’s part of the pretty setter squad, what can I say.

☆ﾐ KAGEHINA 

— literal representation of yin-yang. They balance eachother out in the best way and work perfectly together

— volleyball dorks that wanna bring each other to new heights. Constantly noticing improvement (namely Hinata’s) in each other and instantly being filled with joy at the sight of it  

— like seriously. Kageyama was the first to see potential in Hinata, and was willing to put effort into drawing his talent out. Before Kageyama there was no one who would do that shit, and i honestly can’t imagine Hinata without his influence 

—romance aside, their friendship and teamwork is something we all want in life. They’re intune with the others needs and characters, they’re a POWERFOUPLE and everyone acknowledges them as one

☆ﾐ ATSUHINA

— wow, he can jump. That’s it, we wilding now 🤪

— deadass saw him play for one match and decided “ah yes. I want this one” LMAO 

— Atsumu made a promise to toss for him and actually fulfilled that oath 6 years later. King really did THAT. 

— okay but Atsumu casually staking claim over Hinata as HIS wing spiker, really brought out his protective bf side. You can just tell how much pride and trust he has in Hinata as a teammate, enough where he’ll call him HIS wing spiker at any given time.

— I just love the way Hinata encourages Atsumu and his jokes that go over everyone else’s head. 

— “Atsumu-san! I found it funny!” :D

— hinata comes thru when no one else does. We love to see it 

— Atsumu being the stressed mom friend of the jackals and Hinata either adding to the stress, or helping him out.

— hinata being one of the few people that matches Atsumu’s energy for constantly thinking of new moves/techniques for volleyball. Will stay long after practice just to work together and play the sport they love.

☆ﾐ OIHINA 

— DO NOT TELL ME THAT OIKAWA DIDN’T MAKE SEVERAL TRIPS TO RIO TO VISIT HINATA AGAIN. DO N O T.

— oihina spent several days in the honeymoon phase. Going to restaurants, building sandcastles, playing beach volleyball, taking selfies to piss old rivals off. And this is Brazil we’re talking about. They 100% went to bars and danced in the streets, drunk off of the alcohol and the feeling of being close to each other. If this doesn’t scream “forbidden summer romance, I found a piece of home away from home” energy, then idk what does.

— they met as two homesick boys that left the country to pursue their dreams. Both of them were feeling lost and had no idea where to go from there, but then they saw each other and their vigor was restored. I’ll say it again, THEY FOUND A PIECE OF HOME INSIDE EACHOTHER. THEY REMINDED EACHOTHER OF THEIR ULTIMATE GOALS AND THAT VOLLEYBALL IS A SPORT WHERE YOU HAVE FUN.

— oikawa definitely needs reminding that he is enough, that he is skilled and hardworking, and most  importantly to take care of himself. Hinata would definitely be able to provide this support to him. He is a fountain of endless praise and validation, and what makes it better is that it’s all sincere and only based on the truth. 

☆ﾐ TSUKKIHINA

— Tsukki would fucking punch himself before catching feelings for Hinata. Which is what makes this ship even funnier.

— it’s just Tsukki back at it again with his salty inner-monologue to himself and denying his feelings, only for Hinata to waltz right in and change his view of everything 

— the type of couple to be arguing and all up in each others faces, only to be like “holy shit he’s close,” and be reduced to a blushing mess

— when Hinata actually sasses back yall better be behind Tsukki to catch him as he burns. This man will either clap right back or short circuit from the shock alone. 

— he probably develops a hunch from holding hinata's hand all the time and crouching down to give a hug. Mans looking like Quasimodo but it’s okay, he’s in love.

☆ﾐ HOSHIHINA

— not really a fav ship of mine, but I gotta give appreciation where appreciation is due

— they’re so alike yet so different in so many ways 

— I just love how they’ve finally found someone to relate to, someone who knows exactly what it’s like to be underestimated at first, only to completely soar through their expectations in order to reach higher heights 

— they’re a great reference to each other, and they clearly love seeing the other improve and try out different things. They have a deep respect and sense of rivalry, and they most definitely are the dumbest-and-dumbest couple that can’t figure out shit outside of volleyball 

— they compete over the pettiest shit. Will race each other to get into the shower first, or put on their seatbelts. Chaotic energy can be sensed from miles away. Can’t be left alone to do anything without the building collapsing smh.

☆ﾐ HINATA X READER 

— ngl you got the entire volleyball scene jealous 

— like you managed to snag the most versatile and sought after player in the whole of Japan. You really did THAT.

— Shoyou is definitely the type to give you a one-handed hug and a kiss to the forehead every time he has to leave for something 

— will sling an arm around you from behind and ask you about your day. Asks you quick fire questions like, “have you eaten yet?” “Have you drank water?” And is overall a super attentive lover 

— “hey, I’m Shoyou Hinata and this is my spouse!” Cue the blinding grin that’s brighter than the sun 

— Like they do for Hinata, players like Hoshiumi and Ushijima address you by your full name, and you and your husband find it hilarious. 

— “OI HINATA” - kageyama 

— the both of you turn around 

— all chaos ensues

— I feel like Shoyou wouldn’t be the type to flirt with you at first, he’d just be really upfront with it. Will dead ass head straight towards you after practice or something, and say, “hey! Wanna go back to my place after this?” 

— he’d say this with the BRIGHTEST SMILE, and I bet he’d blush a lot too

— he would still blush, even once yall are married and everything 

— everyone cries at your wedding. You don’t know if it’s tears of joy, or they’re all at a loss because they wanted Hinata all to themselves. And honestly? Same.