#or have a loft bed with a desk underneath

[bitchapalooza]

I feel pathetic daydreaming about having my own room and decorating it, as if thats even going to be a possibility like ever

[honeydewmelan]

fun adhd thing: putting things places and stumbling across them randomly later

today that was: a chunk of bread

on my bed

why did I put a chunk of bread on my bed

when did i put a chunk of bread on my bed

how did I put a chunk of bread on my bed

how long has the chunk of bread been on my bed

I shall never know the answer to any of these questions

[moldwood]

ive been taking my time with the next gestalt update because im doing a LOT of experimenting (even though in the end i will go back to doing things that dont look Too different) and i briefly considered doing everything mostly traditionally in watercolor and scanning it in because ive been wanting to paint physically for a long time instead of digitally, but that would be a LOT of paper. so maybe ill save that for an intermission type update thats only a few pages or until i move out and have somewhere to store it all

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

omg omg I love my organization cubes. I need more of them and also a hamper

[rainy-day-dot-jpg]

I just want to have a proper den- fill my room with art and plants and bones and blankets, hang out with other beasts, creatures and critters there, just having my own space to express myself through>>>

[skzdust]

Room 514

Part 1

This fic is the result of 1. Me going on a road trip and 2. A poll I did on here! I have the trip back coming up in a few days so I might do another poll to decide what I write on the way back lol!

Summary: You’re moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with Jisung…

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Includes: slow burn (if I have the patience to write it slow lol), college au, roommates, besties with skz, gender neutral reader (if smut happens reader will be afab)

Word count: 1.3k

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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The lock to room 514 beeped, its LED turning green, and you moved your phone away. You took a breath and turned the handle.

You didn’t need to worry. The suite’s living room was empty. The decoration gave you hope, though; it was neat and decorated mostly in shades of blue, with a sunny yellow cover on the couch. You hoped it was like this all the time and not just because you were moving in today.

The suite had four single bedrooms, two half bathrooms, one shower, and a living room with a mini-fridge and microwave. You’d been living in a different hall just a few days ago, sharing a room with another girl, Catherine. She’d been awful ever since you’d walked in on her cheating on her boyfriend with another guy, spreading rumors and turning all your friends against you. You’d pleaded with your RA for a single room, and she’d helped you find a suite in another hall. It was a room with three guys, which made you a little anxious, but you’d jumped at the chance nonetheless.

“Hello?” You said, a little louder than you usually would speak.

Nothing.

You found room D, your room, in the hallway to the left. Room C, next door, had a handwritten sign beside the “C”: “Han Jisung.”

One of your roommates. You knew the others were named Changbin and Bang Chan, but you hadn’t met any of the three.

You pressed your phone to the lock on room D and walked in.

The room was small and bare, but you smiled at the fact that you’d have your own space at all. A lofted bed with plenty of storage space underneath was against the back wall, next to a desk and chair, and a tall chest of drawers was beside the closet.

You climbed up on the bed to look out the window. You had a rather ugly view of the parking lot, but the window faced South, so at least you’d get plenty of light.

There was a loud knock behind you.

You whirled around, almost falling off the bed. Potentially the most attractive man you’d ever seen in real life was leaning in your doorway, a grin on his face. “You must be y/n!”

“Yeah, that’s… me.” You said with a little laugh. “And you’re…?”

“Jisung.” His smile grew. “Han Jisung.”

You hopped off the bed. “Jisung. You’re next door!”

“Yeah! Me and Changbin and Bang Chan are excited to have another roommate, it’s been just the three of us for a while.”

“Well, I’m kind of escaping a situation at the moment, so I’m looking forward to a fresh start, too.” You tried not to let your thoughts of Catherine make you angry.

“Well, you’re always welcome to hang out with us.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you.”

“Actually, we’re having some people over tonight.” He raised his eyebrows. “Chill with us, if you don’t have to study or anything. We’re gonna watch Love Island.”

You grinned. “Love Island? Seriously?”

“How can you not love stupid reality TV with a bunch of hot people?” Jisung held his hands up. “Just saying, just saying. We’re probably gonna order pizza, too, if that helps convince you.”

“Not judging, just wasn’t expecting it.” You shrugged. “But yeah, I don’t have anything going on tonight, that sounds fun!”

“Sounds good. Do you need any help moving stuff in?”

“I think I’ve got it.” You waved your hand. “Just some stuff in the hallway.”

He nodded. “Let me know if you want help.”

“I will.”

He gave a lazy salute. “See you tonight!” He pushed off the doorway and twirled into the hall, and you heard his door click shut.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sending up a silent prayer. Please, please, please let him be single.

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You stood in the center of the room, doing a little circle and judging it cute enough to be finished.

You’d been unpacking and decorating for a few hours, but the sounds of people in the living room had started about an hour ago, so you’d slowed down. You wanted to see Jisung again, but you were a bit anxious to meet his friends, as well as your other two roommates.

But there were only so many times you could rearrange your books or organize your clothes, and you knew it was a good idea to go out and join the party.

You checked your reflection in the mirror on the inside of the closet door, smoothing your hair, and left your room.

There were eight people in the living room of the suite, the only one you recognized being Jisung. And… wait, was that the guy you’d been on a project with in music technology last year? Hwang Hyunjin?

“Y/n!” Jisung jumped up from the couch when he saw you, beaming. “Guys, this is our new roommate!”

“Y/n?” The guy you were 99% sure was Hyunjin said, tilting his head. “I know you! We did a project together.”

“Yeah! I remember that! It’s Hyunjin, right?”

He smiled softly. “Yeah, Hyunjin. Nice to meet you again!”

You tried to remember back to the project. You’d loved the class, and you remembered the project going well. Hyunjin had been great to work with, doing his share of the planning and the legwork. You’d found him cute then, too, but freshman year you’d been even more timid, and you hadn’t made a move. You were kind of glad for that now, though.

Because Jisung was walking across the room to you, and standing right next to you, and you almost missed what he started to say because you could smell whatever cologne he used, and it smelled good.

“Okay, around the room we have...” He pointed at each of the guys. “Seungmin, Minho, Jeongin, you know Hyunjin, Felix, Bang Chan, he’s one of our roommates, and Changbin, he’s our other roommate.” He pointed to himself. “And you know me. Jisung.”

You nodded at each name, doing your best to match them to faces. “Got it. I’m decent with names, so I’ll do my best.”

Jisung bumped your shoulder, and you giggled. “I’m sure you’ve got it.” He made a shooing motion at Seungmin, who was sitting on the floor. “Pizza’s behind Seungmin.”

“What kind?”

“There’s pepperoni and there’s cheese.” Seungmin picked up a plate. “Here, I can grab you a slice, what do you want?”

“Just a slice of cheese, thanks.”

Seungmin handed Jisung the plate, and he made a little mock bow before holding it out to you. You smiled, taking it. “Thank you, butler.”

“Of course, my liege.” He winked, and a cloud of butterflies took flight in your chest.

“Nice to meet you, y/n!” Changbin leaned over the back of his chair and extended his hand. You shook it.

“Changbin, right?”

“Mhm. Roommates!”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded.

“He sings a lot. You can tell him to shut up if you need to.” Bang Chan grinned. “I’m Bang Chan, I’m your other roommate.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I don’t mind singing.”

“I mean, he has a decent enough voice, but it’s… frequent.” Jisung widened his eyes as he nodded. “Quite frequent.”

“Oh, come on.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “You all should be honored that you get to hear my singing. I’m gonna be recognized for my talent someday!”

“He also raps.” Jeongin added. “I’m sure you’ll hear that, too.”

“I’m an even better of a rapper than I am a singer!” He pointed around the room. “Feel honored!”

Felix held a hand to his chest. “We all feel so honored. All hail the most beautiful voice, Changbin!”

“That’s more like it!”

You laughed with the rest of them. This group felt more comfortable than you’d ever felt with your old friends, and you couldn’t help thinking that maybe moving in with Changbin, Bang Chan, and Jisung was meant to be.

[summerlovingbaby]

bad day

Class was a drag, it was neary finals and everyone was stressed and nervous cramming for exams and dragging themselves through term papers before christmas break. Kurro was finished with classes for the day, and went back to his dorm to find his girlfriend splayed out on his bed.

His roommate was gone for the week and spent most nights at his girlfriends, so Y/N spent the night more often than she didn’t. It was Tuesday, and they both had classes basically all day, with minimal breaks in between, with the way their schedules were made they didn’t spare themselves more than 15 minutes for lunch. Y/N’s last class ended at 4:15 and his class ended at 5, so he gave her his key.

She was lying on her back, arms stiff at her side, as she stared at some fixed point on the popcorn ceiling, not even looking up when the door closed, and Kurro announced his presence with a loud hello. He ditched his bag on his desk and walked to his bed, which was lofted high enough off the ground for him to rest his chin on the mattress without having to bed at an uncomfortable angle. 

“ Bad day?” 

She responded with a low grunt, that he took for a yes. Today she took 4 exams and had a 6,000 word term paper due at midnight, and based on the panic text message he got from her after her 2nd exam she didn’t do as well as she hoped. She studied, but what she studied wasn’t on the test at all. She was exhausted, she couldn’t sleep from the nerves of taking the exam, so spent the night cramming and studying. She skipped breakfast out of fear of being late for her first exam, and there was no time for lunch. By the time of her last class she felt so awful she schelped back to Kuroos dorm  to sulk.

“ Did you eat?”

She shook her head, and grunted with annoyance.

“ Do you want to talk about it?” 

She shook her head.

“ Do you want to be left alone?” he asked quietly, surprised when she shook her head.

“How can I help you, princess?” he asked sweetly.

“ Will you just sit with me?” she asked so softly, it almost made Kuroo shatter. He nodded and put his palms on the comforter, and pushed himself on the bed with hardly any effort, and made himself comfortable sitting by her head.

That apparently wasn’t  close enough because Y/N shifted closer to him, getting as close as she could without being on top of him.

“ Can I lie on you?” he asked, rubbing her lower stomach.

He liked laying on her stomach or chest, he liked being close to her, as close as possible, close enough to feel her heartbeat run through his body. Its something she didn’t let him do alot, she was always horribly insecure about the weight on her stomach, and was always hesitant to let him touch her, but he always made her feel loved. She nodded.

He moved, and placed her cheek on her lower stomach, and wrapped his arms underneath her, his forearms resting underneath her lower back. She let her hands fall into the top of his hair, rubbing at his scalp. Kurro had quite the long day too, while it wasn’t as upsetting it certainly was draining, and he relished in the time he spent with her.

“ Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? It might help,” he offered once more.

“ No, I don’t,” he clucked impatient at her, he hated the helpless feeling that he often felt when it came to her. “ But you being here, it helps, I like to be close to you.”

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[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

I'm very curious how you imagine Quaritch and Hunter's/Paz and Spider's house in Parents Trap Au! I love the detailed descriptions of places of residence, rooms and if it's not too much trouble for you could you share your thoughts about it? And also the boys' reactions to these differences in their homes where they were raised, the other's bedrooms (which I imagine were very different)

oh my god I love talking about little detailed stuff like this! And I'll do you one better because instead of describing where they live I went ahead and built it in the Sims!

So first up Paz and Spider's place in Pandora

It's really just a trailer in the middle of the forest. The labs would have also been really close by I just didn't build that.

this is the layout. It's small but Paz would make is really homey. There's not a lot of room in there actual bedrooms so there hobbies/work get spread throughout the trailer. Spider has an easel in the hall and a guitar in the living room. Paz has a little workstation in the hall by her room.

This is a close up of Spider's room. His bed is lofted so a desk can be put underneath for him to do school work. He's also the only one with a computer. After the boys switch places Hunter would just stay in his brother's room. He feels really claustrophobic in there but he thinks the aesthetic is cool

and this is Paz's room. It's pretty basic. Really just a place for her to sleep but there's still some personality there.

Now onto Quaritch and Hunter's house. I use the same lore for all of my modern au's that Quaritch is basically rich from being a high ranking workaholic cheapskate who didn't settle down until he was older. Because of that him and Paz custom built their house on a lot outside of town. They're completely secluded there, although there town is only fifteen minutes away.

So this is the house, not just for this au but also Cabin, Military Brat, and all the other modern au concepts I have on here.

I'm going to have three different versions of the same room. I imagine that after Paz left and it became clear that she wasn't coming back that Quaritch stripped the house of everything that was "her" and redecorated to his own boring taste. So this is his kitchen.

this is how the boys redecored .

and this was how Paz had it

Quaritch's dining room

the boys redorating

Paz's

Quaritch's living room

The boys

Paz

This is Paz and Quaritch's bedroom. He didn't really change it after she left him

If your curious this is what Spider and Hunter's nursery would have looked like at the time they were seperated. This would later be Spider's room. I imagine that Quaritch would have given Hunter a sad beige baby room in the empty room on the right. Not for the aesthetic of course but because he has no taste. the old nursery would just be locked up after that. Every couple years or so Quaritch would send Hunter off for a weekend at one of his aunts or uncle's houses, so that he could move in new furniture and decorate for a son he hoped to see again one day. also in the left corner is Quaritch's office.

This is Hunter's room before he came back from Pandora

and this is it after.

and then this is Spider's room. You can't see it because of the angel but the walls are decorated with art. Also I imagine him as a very messy teenager (something that drives his dad crazy) so there's a lot of clutter and dirty clothes on the floor. He would never admit to it but Spider really likes all the space he has in his room. It's not overwhelmingly big and he can do whatever he wants with more privacy than before.

this is the sunroom that leads out to Paz's garden

this is Paz's garden that the boys started back up.

also here's the play area for the kids. (this wouldn't be there in Cabin since Spider would have been too little but it would be there in Military Brat, probably built around the time Spider was 5 or 6)

and lastly here's the basement. There's a little home gym down there for Quaritch that i imagine the boys would pretty much play with instead of seriously working out like their dad. There's also a guest room down there, a third bathroom and the laundry room.

I don't think Spider would like the interior of the house thinking it to dull and lifeless but he would love the outside since they're on such a big property. Once he has to stay though and him and Hunter redorate he would start to like his home. It's not complete until his mom comes back but in the meantime he's at least not drowning in a sea of neutrals

So yeah that's their homes! I hope you liked my builds! Thanks so much for the question because I had so much fun making these 💞

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Oh, the rollercoaster of emotions I have been on. I am simultaneously excited and fill with anxiety about posting my writing. Thankfully it has been more excitement than anything else (I couldn't even sleep the night I posted the 1st chapter.) Thank you so much to those that read it and even commented. It really made my day and encouraged me to post again. :)

Anyways, here's the next chapter!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[In case you missed it Chapter 1 ]

Part 1 - Chapter 2

“I’m home!” Jon called out, taking off his shoes and placing them on the shoe rack next to the entrance. “Welcome home honey!” Lois popped her head out into the hallway from the kitchen, one hand covering the speaker of her cell phone, “Where’s Conner?” “He’s with Bart.” Jon saw his mom nod and resume the call she was on. He walked into the room he shared with Conner, dumping his school bag on the floor next to his desk. Both boys had loft beds with desks underneath to give each a sense of personal space in such a cramped room. Jon changed out of his school uniform into a pair of sweats and an old Cheese Vikings t-shirt. Two warning knocks stopped his from sitting and Lois opened the door. “Want to help me with dinner?” Lois asked. Jon nodded, smiling as he followed Lois into the kitchen. While prepping dinner Lois watched her son from the corner of her eye, laughing to herself at how cute her son was. He hummed and moved his hips to a beat only he knew. A slight blush graced his face and he had a smile he could not hide. “Was today a good day?”” Lois asked, amused. “Yeah.” Jon said without elaborating. “That’s good. You can tell us all about it while we eat.” Jon nodded and thought about how he had seen Jay twice after lunch. He even got to speak with him and sit in front of him in the drawing class they shared. When he had first seen the elective on his schedule he was determined to change it since he wasn’t very interested in sketching. Now, though, he was planning on staying with it. He saw Jay again when he turned in his application to the journalism club, he had even waved at him!

“I’m home!” Called Clark from the entrance, “You’ll never guess who I ran into in the lobby.” “I bet it was an escaped convict.” Said Lois while dividing up the oven baked chicken breasts into four plates. “Nope, it was me!” Conner said, emerging from the hallway already wearing a pair of jersey shorts and a tank. “Close enough.” Laughed Lois, “Help set the table please.” Conner nodded, grabbing some paper towels and utensils, placing them in their rightful places on the table. Clark ruffled Jon’s hair as he passed by turning on the living room television. Their television was old and had a couple of missing pixels on right top corner, but the sound still worked. It’s not like it was in the middle of the screen so Jon’s parents didn’t see the point of replacing it. Jon placed mashed potatoes on each plate next to the roasted carrots his mom had already plated. He could hear some lady drone on about the stock market. “Hon, turn off the TV.” Lois said, placing each plate on the table mats Conner had set. “Seems like Lex Corp. and Wayne Enterprises are going head to head in some bidding war.” Clark said, turning off the television he draped his tie on the back of the couch. He walked to the fridge to grab the pitcher of lemonade that he placed in the center of the round dinning table. Conner was already sitting and sampling the carrots with his fingers. The rest of the family joined him. Jon sat between Lois and conner and Clark sat next to Lois. “You and I know that Bruce is going to place some exorbitant bid just to get under Luthor’s skin and then win it.” Lois said smiling at Clark. “True, it’s one of his charming qualities. Clark said, filling everyone’s cup with lemonade. “Charming, eh?” Lois smirked, “guess you would know.” She smirked teasingly drinking from her cup. Clark bit into a chunk of chicken, winking at his wife. “So, boys, how did the new school year treat you today?” Conner perked up and started regaling his first day of high school. He compared the size of the school to his middle school and how much taller everyone looked. He mentioned that Bart was in his math class. “Oh! I also met this one guy whose super smart.” Conner said excitedly, “Like seriously a genius and he’s in three of my classes. Bart wants to try and form a study group with him.” “That’s a great idea, hun, maybe your grades will be better this year.” Lois teased. “My grades weren’t that bad!” Conner spluttered. Lois patted Conner’s hand and turned to Jon. “You wanted to share something with sweetie?” “Yeah.“ Jon looked up at Lois, turned to look at his two other family members, swallowed his food and cleared his throat. “I’m joining the baseball tryouts next week. The couch remembers who I am.” “That’s great news!” Clark exclaimed, “You’re basically a shoo in.” “That’s what I was thinking too.” Jon nodded, a wide grin spreading on his face, but it quickly turned nervous, “I’m also joining the journalism club.” Lois looked pleasantly surprised while Clark looked confused. Conner’s eyes ping-ponged between all their faces while shoving mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Isn’t it going to be hard juggling both baseball and the school newspaper on top of your normal school studies?” Clark asked. “Dad!”Jon rolled his eyes. “Lot’s of people take more than one club. Plus I didn’t get to take any last year due to my leg…” “Did you ask Coach if it was acceptable?” “Yes, I asked Coach and Mr. Thompson and both said that it shouldn’t be a problem, but that I had to take both commitments seriously.” “A team relies that all members pull their weight but, if you think you think you can do it-” “I think it’s a great idea!” Lois cut in.”Sounds like you’ll have lots of fun this year.” Jon beamed at Lois and Clark relented with a fond sigh.

[jacksdinonuggets]

I have not seen any little Lloyd from the ninjago movie so I made a fic! Also, Koko is a way better mom than misako ever will be.

Lloyd was not having a good day. He was on the verge of tears. Stupid kids at school, stupid dad, stupid class! His brain was not working properly either! Everything was fuzzy and he could barely think properly. His dysphoria was also coming back to him whenever he saw his reflection. His hair was getting too long and it looked…feminine.

When the school bell rang, signaling the kids to leave the school, Lloyd could not be happier. Luckily, his dad didn’t attack that day but it was still stressful. His friends checked up on him during the day but it didn’t change much. He was mostly silent or would just push them away.

But the day just decided to get worse. The bus decided to leave without him and he needed to walk home now. His mom, Koko, wouldn’t be home for another 20 minutes so he couldn’t even call her to pick him up. So he walked home. His ribs ached due to his tight binder and feet hurt because he decided to wear sandals. 

When he finally got home, he skipped getting a snack. He didn’t feel like he could even make one. He sat on the couch for a bit and watched the news but it made him feel worse. It was like he forgot how to read but at the same time, could make out words.he was so frustrated with the turnout of his day that he stomped into his bedroom. 

His bedroom was pretty small. It had a loft bed and a desk underneath. It was against the wall so there was plenty of space in the room.

Lloyd couldn’t even make it to his desk before he crumbled. His knees hit the floor as the waterfall started. Tears flowed freely down his face. The pressure of the city was constantly weighing on him, the kids harassing him, and the stress of school was all coming out. He sobbed loudly while curled up in a ball in the middle of his room. He felt different. Like he was younger. He’s heard about this coping mechanism before and always wanted to try it but was too scared to. But now, the weight of the world was finally getting off his shoulders as he fell deep into littlespace for the very first time.

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When Koko walked up the stairs of the apartment building, she couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. As she got closer to her apartment, the faint sound of a little kid crying could be heard.

“I hope that kid is okay” Koko thought. However, it got louder as she came closer. 

When she opened her door, the sobbing was its loudest. Thats when she realized that the kid crying wasn’t just any kid. It was her kid.

She quickly closed the door and threw her purse and stuff onto the couch before rushing to Lloyd’s bedroom in worry. A million thoughts plagued her mind. She opened her son’s bedroom door and immediately felt a mixture of feelings. Here she saw her son crying on the floor, tucked into a ball. She was glad he didn’t seem physically hurt, but something was clearing bothering him.

“Oh Lloyd, honey,” Koko sighed in sympathy. She knelt down to him and right when he realized she was there, he jumped into her lap and hugged her tightly, crying into her shoulder.

“Mama!” he bawled into her shoulder, knowing that he had regressed and was being extremely vulnerable with his mother. He didn’t care though. He wanted his mama.

“Shh, shh, its okay,” Koko comforted him in a soothing voice and rubbed his back. The childish voice was concerning but she decided to bring it up later.

The crying was muffled by Koko’s shirt and shoulder. She was extremely worried as he hasn’t cried this hard in years. As he calmed down and his sobs turned into soft crying, Koko noticed him bring his thumb up to his mouth and began to suck on it. 

Once he calmed down, he decided his mom needed an explanation.

“Mommy-, i mean, Mom. I- I’m sorry… for acting weird and babyish,” he took his thumb out and instead fiddled with with fingers.

“No, no, its not weird. I think i know whats going on,” she said.

“You- you do?”

“Yeah, you’re regressing. I know what is and i support you no matter what,” Koko ran her fingers through her son’s hair.

“T-tank you…” he dug his head into her chest and hugged her. 

“So, how old do you feel, sweetie?” 

“T-woo,” 

“Aww, alright. You can tell me what caused you to slip later. Do you want to take a nap for now? you look so tired,” she asked, looking at him.

“Yesh p’ease..” Lloyd was changed into some jammies by his mom and helped up into his bed. Koko did her best to tuck him in while standing on the ladder. When she got him down to nap, she snuck out of his room and into the kitchen. She sat at the table and opened up her laptop. She was going to do the best research and shopping she’s ever done. And it’ll all be worth it for her kid.

Lloyd woke up about two hours later. He was still feeling young but a little bit older. About 3 years old. He really needed to pee but couldn’t get down from his bed.

“Mama!” he yelled for his caregiver. It wasn’t long before Koko came in.

“I need to go potty!” 

Koko quickly helped him down and just barely got him to the bathroom. As she waited outside the restroom door for him to finish up, she wondered if he would need any protection. It did take him a while to get fully potty trained when he was younger. She would ask him for his opinion later.

“Mama?” Lloyd called for her from behind the door.

“Yes, honey?”

“Cans you gets me..umm.. A new boxer?” he asked. His boxers he was wearing were a little damp since he didn’t exactly make it in time. He didn’t know why this was happening! He never really has bathroom issues! Maybe it was the regression?

“Of course, sweetie,” Koko said. She went to his room and got him a new pair. When Lloyd was done in the bathroom, his mom changed him into more casual clothes. She had already ordered him an adult pacifier but there was still a bunch of stuff she wanted to get him. But she would ask him before getting any type of protection, as it may make him uncomfortable.

“We’re gonna get you some little items, is that okay?” she said as she tied his shoes.

“Otay!” 

She held his hand as they walked to the car. She decided that they would go to the mall. That place had everything. When they got there, Koko made sure to get Lloyd’s opinion on the little items he wanted. He was excited to get all this new stuff and flapped his hands excitedly. They stopped by the clothing store and tried on a bunch of clothes. Lloyd seemed to really like the dinosaur, dragon, and space themed clothes. After that, he got to pick out his sippy cup and even a couple toys! Their final stop was a stuffed animal store. The employees didn’t really like the fact that he was there, but they still helped him out. Lloyd picked out a cuddly teddy bear. Koko was a little confused because the store had dragon stuffies and dino stuffies.

“I wike da texture better,” he explained when she asked. 

After he stuffed it, he picked out a dinosaur outfit for it. Even though Koko was a bit tight on money, she made an exception for him. Lloyd was always worried about their finances and the fact that he finally didn’t care about it, made Koko happy.

They stopped by a fast food place for dinner before going home. Lloyd ended up passing out on the car ride home while cuddling his new stuffy. So when they arrived back at the apartment, Koko carried him on her back and the bags from the mall in her hands. She was glad she still had the strength of lady iron dragon or else this would’ve been impossible. The sight of her Little finally getting the rest he deserved made her smile. 

[sweetiesicheng]

jun - sweater

word count : 1,194

this needs a part two lmao

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you stood in front of your best friend's dorm, hoping he was awake and would answer the door. you knocked again, not knowing what else to do.

suddenly, the door swung open, "who is it?" jun asked in annoyance, but his demeanor changed when he saw you standing there. "y/n? what's wrong?" he immediately asked.

"he..." you couldn't even speak from how upset you were.

"come in here," he said and pulled you in, closing and locking the door.

his dorm was smaller than yours but there was still a lot of space. underneath his lofted bed was his desk and his giant bean bag that he brought from home.

"sit," he instructed and pulled out his desk chair while he sat down on the bean bag. "what happened? why didn’t you call me?” he asked as you sat down.

"he stood me up again," you finally spoke and grabbed tissues from the box on jun's desk.

"what? that jerk from the business honors thing? i told you he was no good," he said to you and grabbed a bottle of water from a pack that was sitting next to the bean bag. "here, take it," he said and handed you the water before grabbing one for himself.

"he was really sweet to me. how could he do this?" you questioned out loud and opened the bottle of water.

"he's a jerk, that's why," jun said. "delete his number and forget him, he's an asshole that doesn't know what he's missing," he added.

you propped your elbow on his desk and rested your head on your hand. "i hate college. i thought this was supposed to be the best time of my life," you sighed and drank some water.

"don't let everything negative make you hate college. there have been plenty of times where you've been happy," jun commented. "come on, let me take you back to your dorm. you'd probably be better there," he said to you and stood up.

you looked up at him, tears no longer running down your face, "can i just stay here for a bit longer? i've been alone for like three hours," you asked him.

he realized that leaving you alone probably wasn't the best and immediately nodded. "yea. yea, you can stay here," he said. "let me heat up some milk, i'll make hot chocolate," he mentioned and went to his mini fridge. “how did you even get into my hall?” he asked since your school id wouldn’t have you let you into his hallway.

“i waited until someone left. my phone died and that’s why i didn’t call,” you answered.

while he made hot chocolate, heating up a mug of milk in his microwave.

you stood up and went to his wardrobe grabbing one of his sweaters that had your college's logo on it. you put the sweater on, over the cute outfit you were wearing, and sat down on jun's bean bag.

the microwave beeped and you watched jun open the microwave door, grabbing the mug and pouring hot chocolate mix into the mug.

"here," jun turned around and noticed that you moved to the bean bag, "is that my sweater?" he asked.

"sorry...got cold," you mentioned as he handed you the mug, "thank you."

he hummed in response and proceeded to make another mug of hot chocolate for himself.

"you didn't have plans?" you asked him.

"me? no," jun replied. "just hanging out here. some of the guys had work and others had homework to do," he mentioned while stirring hot chocolate mix into his mug.

you took a sip of yours, enjoying the warmth of the drink. jun sat down at his desk with his mug.

"where were you even at?" he asked, "downtown?"

you nodded, "yea, at the bar that chan works at, but he wasn't there tonight."

"he's in the library right now," jun mentioned, "him and mingyu are studying for once." he took another sip and put huh mug down on his desk. "what are your plans next weekend?" he asked.

"don't have any, not anymore that is," you replied, "i was supposed to go to his frat party too."

"i swear, i'm gonna kick his ass if i—"

"jun, you guys aren't even in the same buildings for classes," you said, a small smile on your face from what he had said.

"but i need to! i'm gonna punch everyone who breaks your heart!" jun exclaimed.

you smiled, "you're really the sweetest."

"sweet? only for you, no one else."

"except minghao."

"okay, and minghao, but no one else."

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the two of you finished your hot chocolates. once jun finished saying that he was gonna hurt the guy you had been seeing, both of you headed out so he could drive you back to your dorm hall, which was across campus.

"you didn't need to drive me back," you said to him.

"idiot, it's dark outside and the lamps the school put up barely light up anything. you’re gonna get kidnapped or something," jun said as you two reached his car in the parking garage in the next building over. he unlocked his car and both of you got into his car. he started up his car and drove out of the parking garage, heading to your dorm hall. "i'm going to that coffee shop next to that new hotel tomorrow morning if you want to come," he offered.

"i might sleep in, but i'll text you if i'm up," you said to him. he nodded in response and turned onto another street.

"hey."

"what?"

"next time someone asks you out to something, it better be me."

you looked at jun, unsure how to process what he just said to you.

"you're obvious, you know that?" he said, cracking a smile.

you didn't even notice that his parked his car on the side of the road in front of your dorm hall.

"y/n, i like you."

"you're crazy."

"i'm being serious!" he whined and rolled his eyes, "you're so annoying."

"no, you are!"

"okay, but i'm being serious. like, for real," he said to you. "i'll prove it."

"then show me," you said to him.

"you wearing my sweater makes it look like we're dating," he said, tugging at the sleeve of the sweater you were wearing.

"jun!" he started laughing at you. "oh my god, i'm taking this off."

"keep it. it barely fits me anyways and it’s cold outside," he said to you.

"why? from the nonexistent working out you do? when was the last time you even worked out?" you asked him.

"hey! i went to the gym last night!" he claimed, "even though it had been a month...but still! just get out of my car. i'll see you tomorrow."

"fine! bye! loser!" you said and unbuckled your seatbelt. you got out of his car.

"bye weirdo!" he said to you. you smiled at him, "night y/n."

"night jun," you said before closing the door to his car. you walked around to get onto the sidewalk, but jun stared at you. "leave!" you yelled.

he rolled down his window, "weirdo!"

"loser!"

[ms-nesbit]

knock knock (matt murdock x reader)

rating: 18+

warnings: swearing, implied abuse, stalking

summary: matt saves y/n from a stalker, but can't shake the anxiety he sensed from her. they reconnect weeks later.

Sirens blared outside the drafty window, barely keeping y/n up. She acclimated to the discomfort of security in Hell's Kitchen during the day, but at night, she retreated back into her loft, crawling into her bed and hiding under her years-old comforter like a child awaiting the monster in the closet.

After checking her locks, she laid back down, convincing herself that perhaps the old system was fool-proof.

Though y/n proved to be the fool tonight as she swore she heard footsteps on the other side of the apartment door. They were heavier than she was used to - perhaps a tired delivery person fulfilling another order - but y/n remembered all deliveries must be dropped off at the front desk of the building. Maybe it's the wind from the chimney on the roof, y/n anxiously attempted to dismiss, or a goddamn rat going across the hall.

Y/n chewed on her lip as she stared at the doorknob of her door from the other side of her quaint (and overpriced) studio. With one hand, she reached underneath her pillow to pick up the pocketknife her best friend gifted y/n as a home welcoming necessity. You'll need this, y/n recalled her joking, trust me.

In a blink, the hall light shining through from under y/n's door shut off with a crash of a lightbulb, followed by clambering of limbs and, in minutes, heavy weight hitting the floor with a thud.

Y/n felt blind in the dark, afraid of the terror outside her supposed safe space, wondering for how much longer she would have to tremble with fear. She was tough, but not against potentially armed foes with sin on their mind and rage in their eyes - men were beasts, and she avoided them so, ecstatic to evade a situation similar to the damage her body already suffered.

Her thoughts stopped when her door knocked, the rap, rap, rapping on her door drawing her senses back to the moment of seemingly inescapable danger.

"'Xcuse me." a throaty, panting voice came through. "Please. Jus'let me in." his words slurred together in a half-conscious state as if his accent hasn't done enough justice.

It sounded familiar. Intriguing. Y/n pushed the comforter off from herself, sitting upright on her bed still cautiously. "...Who are you?"

"You've seen me 'round." the voice answered, voice hearty. "Trust me."

The words tore through y/n, disappointment knocking into her as she realized the source of the voice.

The man who could sense the fall of a raindrop, buzz of a fly, all miles away. He sensed the low dull sound of a heartbeat - one of the man stalking y/n weeks prior. Y/n wasn't blessed with the bountiful curse, but she thanked the masked fallen angel with words, then her hands on his.

He didn't tell her that night that he could sense the pheromones seeping from her pores, nor the heat rising to her face.

Y/n shuffled to the door, perplexed and apologizing already to the vigilante. She unlocked the deadbolt before greeting the fallen over guest, guiding him inside with a hand to his stomach, his skin burning underneath the geared suit.

"Thank you." he panted.

"How did you know it was me?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed.

The man cleared his throat, bottom lip glistening with what y/n thought was sweat, not saliva. "Could smell you from the lobby." he admitted, blushing as he plopped down on y/n's bed.

He knew well where he was, as y/n's scent overwhelmed his senses, only momentarily, before he felt y/n's touch on his chin. She was inspecting him, similarly to their last encounter after Daredevil knocked y/n's assailant unconscious. She was being curteous, he brushed.

"That's… can't decide between creepy and endearing." y/n squinted as she inspected the bruises and cuts in her view, briefly thinking of the ones covered by his carbon-bulletproof suit, if only she could get him to remove it…

The man without fear chuckled weakly. "Yeah. Uh, I hope you consider it the latter." he leaned forward, grunting to himself as he adjusted his posture. "There was a suspect headed toward his apartment a couple doors down." his breathing slowed, still slouched in a mild pain.

"Do you need me to grab anything for you? Icepack? Antidepressants?" Y/n strolled into the bathroom to snatch the first aid kit - a rundown box containing only three usable bandages, and a loose ovular tablet with miniscule inscription not even y/n could read this late at night - and hopefully presented it to the masked vigilante.

He smirked at her attempt at humor, and how she grinned, worry increasing her heart rate. She had no idea he was blind. "Hmm. I feel like a masked man running around in a suit and endangering himself wouldn't quite be the first contender for Xanax."

"I believe it's a generic for Zoloft, actually." y/n picked it up and studied the tablet under the moonlight. She hadn't noticed the man's eyes on her, staring into her. "Is being crazy your power, then?" Y/n's smile turned wicked as she inspected the vigilante's body from under her eyelashes.

He noticed it by the shift in her basal temperature. "Depends. Do you like a guy that can handle himself?" His lips curved into a smirk again, and y/n blinked, wondering if he was more of a double agent than a hero.

She decided to bite the hook, anyway. "Hmm," y/n pondered aloud, leaning her torso back to dramatically cross her legs. "If I'm in the mood for a man, I like one who can handle me." her eyes darted right over to Daredevil, who blushed and opened his mouth in response. "And especially…" y/n leaned toward the vigilante, "one who isn't afraid of showing me who he is underneath that mask."

It was all too tempting to him: the woman he admired since his first encounter, now titillating him. Impulsivity (and a nearly lethal level dose of arousal) drove Matt to remove his mask, eyes staring straight ahead at the intrigued y/n who inched closer to study the freshly revealed skin.

"Holy shit, you're…" it was y/n's turn to be breathless, she and Matt both noticing her heart racing. She lifted a hand to place on his cheek, which he welcomed with a relaxed exhale. He stared at her blankly, though his mind was on the rush of blood directing to her core, y/n's scent still dizzying him.

"Blind." he smiled cheekily. Y/n rolled her eyes at his answer, but he doubled down. "No, really. I-I can't quite see the way you do."

Y/n cocked her head, so close that strands of her hair were now reaching out for his shoulders. "What, so your superpower is you can't see how ugly the world is? What is it?"

"Well. I got into an accident as a kid, and lost it. But I gained abilities with all of my other senses, so I'm able to use that."

Y/n pulled away, skepticism building a wall around her once again. "Ok, so you're telling me that you have super…spidey senses?"

"Wasn't bit by a spider, so no." Matt chuckled awkwardly as an attempt to subdue the interrogation. "I can't see your face the way you can see mine, but I know you drank spoiled milk last Tuesday, you have birthmarks along the crook of your neck," which Matt desperately wanted to attach his lips to, "and that, a few weeks ago when we met, the guy following you was causing you anxiety."

Y/n's shoulders sloped in defeat. Even if he were dangerous, y/n would be doomed, seeing as though he was right about everything he said. "So you knew this was my apartment." Her deduction was more statement than question, as she already knew the answer.

"I didn't want you to get hurt again," Matt began, scratching the stubble on his jaw. "I smelled the adrenaline from you even after your assailant left. Something happened, y/n, and I didn't want it to happen again."

His eyes pierced into y/n's, hazel swirl burning behind the fiery passion he felt. It was difficult to contain, and he was aware when he knocked on her door and sat on her bed, but y/n deserved to know the truth.

He reached out and took y/n's hand in between his clothed ones, her skin numbing under the hot touch. "I'm sorry."

His eyes were stain glass windows in a place of worship y/n felt she could belong. She wanted to praise, repent, and move forward, all in one night, but she was exhausted from the trust in her snapping from the harsh betrayal of people passing in her life. 

She couldn't make out who apologized.

But now Matt's lips were on y/n's, in a rush as quick and hot as the blood to Matt's dick. Y/n tangled her hands in his hair, entrapping him between her fingers, as her lips became enmeshed in his.

"Off." Y/n breathed in the kiss, gesturing to Matt's suit. He unzipped and pushed the heavy fabric from his skin, exposing it to the harsh New York air. Y/n's mouth moved to Matt's freshly exposed neck and her hands to his chest.

After a low sigh, Matthew cupped y/n's cheek to move it back to his lips, giving her a peck before resting his forehead on hers. "I can wait." he offered. "I don't want to rush this if you don't want it."

"I want it. You." Arousal erased coherency in y/n's brain, pupils blown wide. "How do you touch…me, blind?"

Matt smirked, the affirmative enough of a green light for him, and guided y/n back down on her bed. It was the first time his naked hands touched her skin, and he loved how inviting she felt.

"I…" his voice trembled. "I smell it. How wet you're getting underneath." his hands caressed y/n's calves, slowly sliding up to the outer part of her hips. "Your temperature increases. Hotter." Matt's cock grew harder as he spoke, instinctively moving to hover over y/n as his hands slipped underneath her top, fingers stretching to touch as much skin as he could.

His breath was hot as his mouth stood inches from y/n's clothed core, and he remained until y/n granted him what he needed.

"I want to feel how wet you are for me." His voice was darker, the sinner once hidden behind a man of good faith.

Y/n parted her legs, and Matthew, voice of reason drowned in wanton, dove in.

[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 2848

Chapter 6: Good ending

Summer break is fast approaching, and you are considering places to go with the kids, even Akaashi will be taking a week off work to go somewhere nice, so you are currently browsing for ideas hoping to find inspirations for your family get away.  Akaashi suggested going to someplace far enough that requires a plane ride, but not enough to leave the country. Seiji has been growing an obsession with planes and he wants to spoil his newly acquired son, so Hokkaido seemed like a safe bet, the weather is cooler up there and there’s lots of fun places to take the kids to.

Your relationship has advanced quite a bit, you now sleep in Akaashi’s room as he insisted Seiji needed his own room, even when he was the one that wanted him with Kimi to make use of the space, he was the one who ‘convinced’ you that boys need their space, he will be a teenager one day and would not like to share room with his little sister. You wanted to object and tease him because he totally just wanted you in his bed, but your heart was so full hearing him think of a future so far ahead that you were at a loss for words.

You two have been getting his room ready, Akaashi getting him a big boy’s bed for his birthday. He got him a loft bed with a desk underneath, so he had space of his own for his homework and side projects, but also space for his toys and books. Seiji was over the moon, his very own room, never would have guessed that would happen, he’s been sharing bed with you since he was born. His collection of toys also grew substantially now that his father gets him new stuff basically every week, you don’t like that he is somehow trying to buy his son’s affection, but he did miss a lot of birthdays and Christmas days, so you are allowing it for the time being, don’t want him to become spoiled due to it. Akaashi spent a good couple of hours every day after work painting the walls of his new room into a soft mint color that you chose for him and is now complete, his own big boy room.

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You were preparing dinner while talking on the phone with Atsumu, tomorrow is his day of the week to be with his son and he wanted to discuss with you something that has been in his mind for a while now.

“So, I got these papers I need you to sign. Is it ok for me to see you tomorrow for a bit when I take Seiji home?” he doesn’t sound as confident as usual and is starting to throw you off a bit. “What do you mean papers? What kind of papers??” you stopped stirring up the curry you were preparing for tonight giving him your full attention. “Well, I want him to be my son in paper too. You know I have two apartments and well lots of things, I want them to go to him when I die.” you rolled your eyes at his choice of words, but you agree with this, you’ve had similar thoughts on your near-death experience and wanted to make sure he would go to his dad if something bad were to happen to you since Akaashi and you aren’t a couple legally, he wouldn’t be deemed responsible for your son. You also know you probably won’t get married even if the relationship pointed in that direction, for what you’ve heard he is very comfortable with how things are right now and thinks very little of marriage stating is just a social title, nothing more.

“Ok, ok, I’ll sign them. But first you gotta answer something for me or I ain't signing anything.” you’ve been dying to ask this, and you rarely have something to bargain with, so you take this chance, “Anything for you, my love.”, his 'fake sweetness' making you want to gag, but you hang on tight, this is too important and if you upset him this is the end, “Ok so, when you disappeared on me, I went to look for Samu and he had just disappeared from the surface of the earth just like you, even his phone number wasn’t working. What happened to him?” you’re absentmindedly biting your thumb, the curry pot now doing its thing. “Tsk.” is all you hear from the other side of the line, and you are quickly losing faith, he’s always been defensive when you mention him. “Took you long enough to ask, I thought that would be the first thing you’d ask me, you always liked him more than you ever liked me.” he wasn’t entirely wrong, but you would never say that to him, specially not now. You quietly wait for him to continue, “When I left you that night, I didn’t know what to do with my life. I knew I couldn’t tell Samu the truth. At first, I thought it was because I was embarrassed that you’d cheat on me the same week I bought our engagement ring. But in reality, I was kinda scared. I knew the moment I’d fuck up he would go for you and steal you away. He would always tell me that the only reason you were with me was because he was a coward and took too long, he constantly reminded me of that and I just couldn’t allow that to happen. So, when I got to his place that night I didn’t say anything, he was going on about how a very famous onigiri person from Okinawa had offer him a year-long internship at his shop, he wasn’t sure about being away for so long but I took it as a chance and I got him to accept it. I told him we had a fight and wanted some time alone to clear my head, so we both went together to Okinawa and did some touristy stuff while he got settled. We were on a dolphin exploration boat when I saw your name on his screen, he was busy taking pictures with his camera, so he didn’t notice. I took his phone and mine and threw them into open ocean.” you gasped loudly, almost leaving him deaf, not believing someone could stoop so low due to jealousy. “I got us new phones the same day, I just didn’t want him to talk to you, I knew he would fly straight to your arms on the same day if he would have known what happened, and probably ruin his future.” You don’t say anything to this, you know it’s true, that’s why you went looking for him, he’d always been your support, even before you got with Atsumu. “He had to stay for a year there, but he kept trying to find you, since I kept ignoring his questions he even sent Suna to our old place to look for you, but you were gone by then. And that’s all I know. When he found out I lied to him to keep him away from you we had a huge fight, he broke my nose with one of his punches and well, he didn’t talk to me for a couple of years after that until ‘Ma saw him throwing a bread stick to my face during a family holiday and forced him to forgive me.”

The line went completely silent, “You selfish bastard.” is all you say to him before ending the call, you were sobbing on the curry when Akaashi found you in the kitchen. He didn’t know what happened, but he heard you were talking with Atsumu in the phone. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and leaving soft tickly kisses on the back of your neck, using the only tactic that he knows calm you down. “You know, those tiny shorts you’re wearing today are killing me. Hope you weren’t thinking of sleeping much tonight.” he whispers playfully biting your ear shell. You laugh in between sobs, shaking your head and removing the pot from the stove. “All yours, all night.” It’s all you say softly, pawing at your tears and trying to forget about all you heard just now.

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School has been going great and you are positive you will be able to finally graduate in a couple of semesters, life really is so much better these days.

Akaashi is currently taking a shower and you are just waiting for Seiji to come home; you still need to sign those papers and weren’t really looking forward to see Atsumu today. Summer was very extreme this year and you thought of sneaking for a few scoops of ice cream, happily dancing almost inside of the fridge, truthfully enjoying both the refreshing breeze coming from it and the delicious treat in your mouth, when you hear Seiji coming inside the house, running excitedly with a slightly large bag in his hand. “Mama look, you have to try this, is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my whole life!! My uncle made these specially for you!!” the child rambles while pulling some rice balls out of a container, “Your what-?“ the spoon in your mouth falls to the ground clattering loudly, “(Y/N)?” you see a head poking behind the wall separating the entrance from the kitchen and you forgot what manners were all together. You just ran over to Osamu, more like jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and both legs around his waist. “Samu, oh my god. Is this really happening? Please tell me I didn’t pass out from the heat and I’m having the loveliest of dreams.” you mumble, kissing both of his cheeks. “Ya’ll isn’t this too much? Like why are you acting so differently from when you met me? You see? This is why I wanted you as far away from him as possible. It's all your fault.” grumbles Atsumu with an annoyed expression all over his face, “SHUT UP” you both yell at him in unison.

“I-I looked for you all over, (Y/N). I swear. I just couldn’t find you anywhere. You closed all your accounts, I didn't know what to do. I even contacted the Karasuno captain to see if he could help me, he is a cop now. But not even him could do much. I really tried all I could.” Osamu’s eyes are glossy with unshed tears, and you rest your forehead on his, “I know you did. I know.” Is all you can say, knowing you should get off of him, probably about now. The bathroom door opens to a shirtless and very wet Akaashi fully in display for everyone to see. “Oh, Osamu is here. Hey man! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Akaashi greets him while towel drying his hair.

Atsumu sulks walking over to plop himself on the sofa like it was his own house, annoyed at the fact that even Akaashi is treating him better. He stacks the papers on the coffee table, trying to get your attention. “(Y/N), so I brought you your beloved Samu, can you now sign my papers please? I kindda gotta go soon.” you just sat beside him, grabbing the papers and whispering a soft “Thank you” while squeezing his knee. Of course, this is what makes you happy. He should have known so.

You read over the papers and sign them without a hassle, your son now straddling his dad’s lap trying to get him to stop sulking. “Mama, daddy said he has a house in Osaka and that’s where USJ (Universal Studios Japan) is. Do you think I can go with him? I really want to see the Mario land.” he looks at you with puppy eyes, laying his head on Atsumu’s chest.

“I actually gotta go there in a couple of weeks, got a big game. I bet he would like to see his daddy win a game!” he puffs his chest out, making Seiji giggle and how can you honestly say no to him. “Alright, he should be out of school by then. But only for a few days and you gotta promise someone will look after him while you play.” you give him a serious look, knowing he would completely forget about it and just leave him alone on the bleachers. “How about you come with us, darlin’? I got more than enough room for the three of us.” he never learns.

“I, ehm. No, thanks.” you feel the other side of the sofa dent, Osamu sitting on your other side, his chin now on your shoulder giving a good look at the papers you just signed. He doesn’t trust his brother. “(Y/N), can I take Seiji to the aquarium? I was thinking maybe we can have a picnic after school, then go see some fishies.” He smirks over at Seiji who is now bouncing with joy begging you to please say yes. “Hmmmm….only if you let me join the fun~” you turn around to give him the prettiest pleading look he's ever seen, poking his belly.

Atsumu scoffs loudly, setting his son down and getting up and ready to leave. “Can you like not flirt with each other for once in this life? Akaashi is here! Not like you ever cared when you were with me but, can you not?”, Akaashi looked at you and just shook his head, “She isn’t flirting, dude. You should see her when she is.” this makes you chuckle, not even Akaashi is on his side today. “Besides, I know I would lose if Osamu was to make a move. I heard you had to kidnap him and throw his phone into the ocean to keep them apart. So, I would rather not upset my girl, that should do it.” You feel Osamu tense next to you, and its then he knows he’s too late once again, always late. If only…

Osamu gets on his feet, looking down at you. “I’ll text you later then. Already stole your number from my dumb brother’s phone.” he winks at you, but you are quick to see his sad smile. Deciding not to say anything you might regret later, you hand the signed papers to Atsumu and walk them out to his car.

What a day.

Akaashi, who’s too confident on what you two have right now, doesn’t even sweat at the longing look in Osamu’s eyes, just waving them off and heading back inside, pulling you with him by your hand. The night goes on like if nothing happened, tonight, diner would be a feast of different rice balls of all possible flavors. Or so they think, but you noticed, all of them had your favorite toppings. Your heart sank a bit, but you are just as comfortable with your current life as Akaashi is and dreaded complications. You will have to once again distance a bit from Osamu, even if that pains you to no avail.

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That summer was a summer you would never forget. After Seiji’s first time to Osaka with his dad, you all boarded a plane and headed to Hokkaido. You visited some flower farms; fed Alpacas; even went to a bear only safari. Not only did you have tons of fun with your kids, but your bond as a family grew deeper roots.

The four of you slept on the same futon for the entire week, Akaashi renting a villa in the countryside for all of you to enjoy but wanting to keep you all to himself as usual.

You woke up to birds singing every day, no work, no school, just you and your family going on between fun activities and home life. You had bbq outside a couple of times during that week, Akaashi cooking the meat for all of you while the kids ran around playing tag and chasing butterflies.

You even wore this sun dress Akaashi had bought for you as a surprise to wear during this trip, saying something along the lines of him wanting to show off.

Life was certainly different from a year before.

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-Time skip-

Watering the plants on the front yard you think about how five years ago this yard was empty, the house had nothing but gray walls, and plants were not welcomed in any way. Now it’s nothing like that, is even difficult to imagine it once was anything like it. You planted roses on both sides and some berry bushes at the front, a welcome mat now decorates the entrance along with a flower wreath.

The house inside had also change quite a bit, gray was replaced by white; family pictures, and trinkets now hanging from the walls, toys scattered every here and there. Just by looking inside from a window you could see how lived it was. Both of your children are no longer little, now both attending elementary school but just as lovely as they ever were.

You live happily, talking daily with your best friend and trying not to decapitate Atsumu. Your son loves them both and so do you, regardless of everything that’s happened.

Your family was big now and those days of loneliness are long forgotten in your hectic routine. You got a job at the same company as Akaashi, though you work in the publishing side very far away from him in a separate building, everything’s been going just great there too, a promotion coming its way to you in the coming months.

Akaashi yells from the kitchen, seemingly needing your help with the oven. You chuckle to yourself at your favorite clutz antics. “Coming!” you go back inside to save the day from the evil oven eating the chicken away. Once dinner has been saved you wrap yourself around him, kissing his lips softly and whispering sweet ‘I love yous’ while he holds you close against the kitchen counter.

You really couldn’t think of a better life and neither did Akaashi.

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Notes: So, this is the final chapter of the Akaashi version of this story. Like I mentioned on the first chapter, this series is set out to be like an otome game, since I loathe the bad endings in the games, I’m not having one in my story, instead I’m having a good ending, a happy ending and the true ending, this one being the good ending version. Thank you to everyone who read this, you are the loveliest humans alive and Santa will give you an extra present from me this year. Hope you stick around for the other two! -Love, Nina.

Master List

[airshipvalentine]

i have the bed setup i dreamed of as a child rn. lofted so high i need to clamber on a desk to get in it. three blankets. four pillows. paper star chain pinned above my head. TWO beanbags on a rug underneath and a lamp i can maneuver to shine on it. a guitar. wall with art of my special little ocs. i can drape my blankets so i have a Beanbag Lamp Cave. does it get better than this

[captain-alex-grayson]

My y2k emo dreams when I was little was to have a room like those teen girls with all the posters and stuff papering their walls.

I think I'm finally achieving that in my room at 25 years old.

The Mulan poster is from my dad's best friend, my late uncle beaky. He gave it to me in a black frame that I promptly beat the shit out of. I replaced it just Tuesday and it makes the wall brighter and allows me to add more gold frames. My maternal Uncle (my favorite and only bio uncle) passed in April. He had this low quality Edvard Munch print in a frame, it's a canvas like paper modpodged onto particle board. I wanted a frame but it's 11 1/2 by 13 1/2 which is custom and I'm poor so I used sticky velcro on the wall. Looks good right there.

In my closet I actually removed what was stored up there because it was from when I was like 5 so I vacuum sealed the stuff and stashed them away to utilize the shelf for figures. We have a type writer that doesn't function and is so unkempt that it's not worth fixing so I'm tossing it soon. In front of it is the sour apple intellectual property waterparks vinyl I got with that AP bundle. Holding it up is a die-cast model car that I put together myself like 19 years ago. I've got a wonder woman 5 by 7 from denver fan expo a few years ago (kaela kroft art if yall like star wars that's what she's known for). Hidden behind the bunny is my coffin terrarium with owliver on top. Got a tiny lego cyberman in the closet too bc it doesn't bring joy. There are 3 rows of funkos on the bottom layer, the second almost goes 3 back across and the top only goes two deep. They are organized bottom left to bottom right: Rivers Cuomo (music) Party Poison Gerard Way (music) Sox (film) The Hex Girls (nostalgia). Middle left to middle right: Patrick Stump (music) Pete Wentz (music) Number Five (comics) Laid Back Inosuke (anime/manga). The top right to left: Viktor Krum (Film) Buckbeak (film) Severus Snape (memoriam). In front are flowers I have dried. I really like vintage ceramic decor and target has been feeding me so we got that cheeky lil guy. The box has some of Pinky's fur to keep him with me since he passed in January and the photo behind the box is of Pinky. Then there's my mad hatter hat being protected by the shittiest 2012 fashion choice a burgundy fedora bc Taylor Swift did it and so can I. I looked fucking dumb it is not wearable and I'm tossing it soon. I'll someday have details on my bookshelf but for now just know that I had a loft bed until 2016 2017 ish. So my dresser was under the bed and I had space for my desk bookshelf and storage chest. I didn't want to take my frames under my sconce down so the bookshelf went in the closet.

I started adding sentimental things to my wall above my desk when I was 15. It was small but as I went on vacations and to concerts with friends I started a collage wall. My mom made the puzzle and it's glow in the dark and also not glued together lmao. My white board has a reminder to wear black and an awsten knight sticker being held up by magnets. I actually used to have a full sized Sirius Black wanted poster and that magnet replaces it. There's a picture of me and my sibling Binket from my late uncle's house and a turtle magnet my mom got me. That picture of pinky is roughly near the spot he was on my loft bed when I took that picture. I like the art in red vines boxes so I kept that. The envelope was from my grams during lunar new year. The white envelope has some papers I made in high school that just live there now. That feesh! is a post card from Saga Japan and was given to me by a guest from Saga when I was in 6th grade. I've gotta replace that marvel poster with the updated one or I just have to take it down because it's not a full reflection of my comic interests any more. Underneath that I have texts from last night Borderlands edition, a Captain America vintage promo poster on printer paper with a pewdiepie duck stuck to it. There's a funny insta story from awsten knight to the left of Borderlands and Pinky in a halloween costume under that. We have a little Vaughn that is looking toward a Rhys. Rhys is to the right of the cap poster. Then there's a row of bands I need to see live. I have Da Vinci's Demons texts from last night from my high school locker with blink 182 and fob mixed in. Got a micro burrito and micro totoro with 3 concert tickets. And I'll stop there bc I'll post close ups later.

I custom framed my signed parx poster and Geoff's signature goes off the page so I'm gonna fight him. Next to it is Rawrly and Pohly's Silly Lillies Monet remix. Under is a picture of me and my mom and me and Bink then we have me and my dad. I also never took down my 2016 2017 Newt Scamander cosplay reference photos and a soda exploded and they just live there now.

My beloved posters. The Gotham one is new, batman is my favorite vigilante. The AC Unity trailers reminded me of Backstreet's Back (Alright) so I got the poster and that's the only AC poster they had bc it just came out. The Last of Us is from my first con. Back when Denver Fan Expo was called Denver Comic Con. I love this poster and it has never laid flat for me so I might be forced to frame it soon. Heath Ledger was my favorite Joker and the best fake Knight I had ever seen and this poster was an immediate snag. I got wall clings from when I worked at Hot Topic and Isabelle is my comfort character, I didn't realize how much I found peace when playing New Leaf until the Isabelle obsession started. Below all that and back at the beginning we have an old Lost Boys poster from when the film was released. It was my mom's. Next is the Duran Duran poster, also my mom's. The crusty DC poster needs either an update or a replacement I'm not sure yet.

Yes I have a tv tray in my room. Yes I have plans to fix that. No I haven't found a way to fix it my ps5 cord is too short. Also those crayons are from like 2001.

[kerizaret]

OK SO for context. i have a loft bed (functionally it’s like a bunk bed except Taller and bigger and it’s only the top bunk so i can have my desk/setup underneath it) and it looks so cool and i love it but as a result making the bed is a huge pain. so i usually Dont. but our landlord is coming over today and im due to wash some sheets anyways so today is the day

a bigger reason this has been a problem is because i have like 20 plushies on my bed at all times (not even counting my 4’ tall peep plush, he just doesnt fit up there) so ive had to toss em all down on the floor before i even begin to deal with the blankets and pillows

so in the process of tossing everyone down ive discovered both a pillow and a blanket tucked into the corners of my bed that i didnt even think existed???? like i have no memory of where they cane from or how they got there?????? they just kind of appeared????? so i have another pillow and blanket now. i guess. which is really funny and i probably shouldnt question it but i am anyway

here’s my pile of plushies as well if u were curious. they all have names and i love them dearly

That was me i left them there for your enjoyment hope you like my gift /silly /j [but honestly that's???? So random but so cool???? Free comfort!!!]

ALSO I GET UOU SO MUCH THOUGH WITH THE TIDYING UP I slept on a bunk bed for several years as well, both on top and on the bottom, and had the experience of making both and IT IS A CHALLENGE. Especially because I ALS9 HAVE TONS OF PLUSHIES

Speaking of which I LOVE YOURSSS THEYRE SO CUTE I love that you keep to a certain colour palette /silly but they fit you a lot! I'd love to learn their names someday too :3 naming your plushies is the besstttt

A friend of mine got me a teacher's register (for student names and grades) for my nameday as a kid and I wrote down all my plushies' names there and pretended to give them grades 😭😭 also had special notebooks for drawing them and signing them to nor forget which is which (which is.. easy when you have like 50 at least....)