#pms drabble game

[azzibuckets]

petty

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

4 times paige and azzi are petty and grumpy and sleepy but eventually make up + 1 time they’re petty and grumpy and don’t sleep ??

a/n: shit summary i know, lowkey just a bunch of drabbles that don’t make sense but kinda do

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word count: 4.3k

#1 October, 2020

“I can’t believe you pranked me like that.”

They’re holding hands, palms clammy and sweat intermingling in the space between their fingers, but Azzi holds on a little bit tighter. “It was pretty good, huh,” she brags, basking in the way Paige had completely believed her lie. Usually Paige is calm and collected, hard to fool—Azzi’s been losing their scare game for almost four months straight now. But her best friend’s reaction at dinner a few hours ago? Absolutely priceless.

Paige wrestles her hand out of Azzi’s grip and tucks it under her arm. “You made me cry,” she pouts, and it’s not like it’s particularly new to her—she’s more familiar with the feeling of crying with thoughts of Azzi, Azzi, Azzi running through her mind than she’d like to admit—but this time it had been different. It hadn’t been Azzi’s fault all those nights she’d sobbed herself to sleep thinking about how wrong it felt to feel so right with her best friend. Paige had been jokingly mad at first, but it slowly dawns on her that it had been embarrassing for Azzi, her parents, and Colleen to see her break down like that, from a prank as fucking trivial as a “gotcha!” when Azzi had said she was committing to UConn, something Paige had dreamed about for months. Her more than friendly feelings for Azzi had just been put on full blast, and there was no coming back from it now—she’d basically just announced to Azzi’s entire world that she had a big, fat crush on her, and from the look Colleen had sent her way when she’d returned to the table—curious but amused in a way only best friends can pick up on—it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Aw, you’re still mad.” A giggle escapes Azzi’s mouth, and the uncomfortable knot in Paige’s stomach coils tighter. Azzi reaches for Paige’s hand again, but the blonde is quick to push it away. “How long you gonna stay like this, miss grumpy pants?”

“For as long as I want,” Paige grumbles, steadfast in her long strides forward. Unfortunately, Azzi’s legs are just as long as hers, so the younger girl keeps in stride, and now on top of her bad mood, Paige is sweaty and slightly out of breath.

That night, Paige goes to bed first. It’s only 9 PM, and usually they stay up for at least half an hour, talking about anything and everything in bed, the darkness and stillness of night always making them a little bit more vulnerable and soft with each other. But if Paige is one thing, she’s stubborn. So when Azzi joins her in bed a few minutes later, freshly showered with the intoxicating smell of her Brazilian nut body lotion still lingering on her, Paige flips over to face the wall, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as possible.

Azzi doesn’t say anything, though, merely nestling into her pillow with a content little hum as she opens her book, and that pisses off Paige even more. She hasn’t been trying to be petty all evening just for Azzi to start reading. Paige harrumphs to herself before beginning to work on her breathing, even and slow from the bottom of her lungs. She learned this technique a few years ago from a coach, after she’d shared her struggle of sleeping the night before big games. It’s helped her get rest despite nerves and anxiety and now the desire to turn around and give into the toucu of the girl she might be in love with.

It works, and Paige’s mind is turning into a fuzzy mush of half-consciousness when a voice, low and muffled, filters in. “Paige.”

Her name is whispered, faintly, and Paige thinks that Azzi sounds tired and will fall asleep soon enough, so she snuggles deeper into her bed in hopes that her best friend will leave her alone if she looks slumped enough.

“Paigeeeeyyyyy.”

Paige groans internally, still resisting the urge to turn around, but when Azzi gives her an aggressive tap on the shoulder, her desire to get this over with so she can finally rest wins out. “Mm.”

Azzi stays quiet, and Paige is about to get even more mad that she got disturbed for nothing, when the younger girl says quietly, “Can’t sleep, knowing you’re mad at me.” Paige can barely register Azzi’s words, doesn’t even know if she’s dreaming or awake, so she stays silent as the words float around in her brain. Then Paige feels a tug on her arm, and yup—she is unfortunately very much awake.

“Can we talk tomorrow? ‘M tired, Az,” she pleads sleepily, words barely coherent through the grogginess of her voice. There’s another tug, this time more insistent, as hands pry at her fingers, opening them just enough for Azzi’s hand to slip inside and tangle with her fingers. Paige knows that she should pull away, that her angry facade (that was never really strong to begin with) is weakening by the second, but Azzi’s hand is so soft and warm and fits so perfectly into hers that she subconciously relaxes into her touch.

“So are you mad at me?”

“Azzi, please.” Paige squeezes her hand, giving the bare minimum of reassurance as she begins to fall back asleep.

“Paige.”

“Not mad, baby,” she groans. “Just really fuckin tired.” Paige has never called Azzi that before, but it rolls naturally from her tongue, loose and soft in her drowsy state. She rolls over and throws her arm around the younger girl’s waist, pulling her back flush to her front. Azzi immediately takes her hand and lifts it to her cheek, nuzzling into the older girl’s palm, and immediately Paige finds any and all remnants of impatience leave her body. She can’t bring herself to be mad, not when Azzi, beautiful and sleepy, is curled into her body, warm skin all over hers, loose curls tickling her chin. My baby, Paige thinks.

“Are you sure?” Azzi murmurs into Paige’s hand, lips barely brushing her skin but still making her feel light-headed all over. “I didn’t know it would make you this upset.” She kisses the little scar below Paige’s index finger, where a girl had scratched her during jump ball of a pickup game.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Paige’s lips graze Azzi’s hair in return, feather light and barely perceptible. “Good night Azzi.” Then, “I love you.”

She can feel Azzi smile against her hand, can feel her dimple in the groove of her thumb. It makes her smile too. “I love you too.”

#2 November 2021

“Paige, it’s almost midnight.” Azzi throws an arm over her face. The lights in her best friend’s room are especially blinding today, and they don’t help the small headache that’s been throbbing at her temples sporadically throughout the day, likely the product of being stressed out all week for her presentation in marketing combined with the physical exhaustion of Geno’s sadistic conditioning sets.

“Yeah, I know.” Paige hunches forward, eyes trained on the screen as her thumbs fiddle over the controller.

Azzi turns around and buries her face into her pillow. “Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?” And yes, maybe she’s calling Paige to bed because she always feels the most well-rested after a night of cuddling to sleep, and the bed tonight especially feels too cold for just one person. But Azzi knows the endless teasing she’d get if she admitted to being clingy, and she’s not really in the mood for that right now, so she adds quickly, “We got lift early tomorrow.”

“Shit, that was close, KK,” Paige says into her mic before refocusing her attention back to Azzi. “Nah, I’m good. You go to sleep.” She glances behind her momentarily, and seeing the exhaustion in the younger girl’s face, her eyes soften. She opens her mouth to add something, probably a comforting line that always picks up Azzi’s mood a little bit, but then KK says something in her headset and she turns back around to her screen and laughs.

“Okay, whatever.” Azzi picks up her pink blanket and throws it over her shoulder, and when Paige still doesn’t turn around, she aggressively takes off the Hopkins sweater she’d been wearing and tosses it forcefully on the bed.

“Yo, where are you going?” Paige finally tears her eyes away from the screen when Azzi’s hand lands on the door handle, eyes narrowing.

“To sleep.”

“Sleep?” Paige lifts her headset to hear better. “In your room?”

“Yes, Paige, I’m tired and I don’t know what you replaced your light bulbs with but they’re way too fucking bright.”

“I didn’t even choose the high brightness bulb,” Paige mutters. “It’s only 1200 lumens.” When Azzi sends her a glare, she straightens up in her seat. “Just go back to bed, I’ll play with the lights off,” she reasons, immediately reaching for the switch in the corner of the room.

“Nah, I’m really tired and I just wanna go to sleep.” Azzi opens the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“KK, gimme a sec.” Paige tosses her headset off completely, fingers drumming against the desk. “Bro, you mad at me or something?”

“I’m not mad at you,” Azzi says. And it’s not really a lie—she’s not mad at Paige, but she is mad at something, and she doesn’t even know why. She’s grumpy and she’s tired and she’s probably starting her period soon and she wants to cuddle Paige but she doesn’t know how to say that, or if she can even say that when her and Paige have been stuck in this halfway limbo for months, of tiptoeing the line between best friends and soemthing more. And thinking about that just makes her more upset, and now all she wants to do is curl up into a ball on the floor and cry.

“Okay, then…” Paige looks around helplessly. “Then why are you leaving my room all angry? Thought you were gonna sleep over.”

“Why do you even want me in your bed if you’re gonna be up all night gaming?”

“I literally said half an hour more, like, ten minutes ago.” Paige reaches for the mic, quickly muttering a, “Hey, sorry to end early but I gotta go,” before shutting off her console and standing up to eye level with Azzi. “You’re definitely mad.”

“Stop saying that!” Azzi rubs her forehead, where her headache has turned into a stabbing pain. “I don’t even know why I even sleep over so much in the first place.”

“Why?” Paige’s eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion.

“Don’t you think it’s weird I’m in your bed, like, three days a week? We’re not even dating.” She says this proddingly, hoping to get something out of the blonde that will push them over the line of friends into the territory of more. 


“So?” Paige looks even more lost. “Why does it matter whether we’re dating or not? I like sleeping with you.”

Azzi blinks. Now they’re ten steps back and nowhere even close to the line anymore. “Whatever, Paige.”

“Wow, okay.” Paige picks up remote. She knows that Azzi hates it when she acts indifferent—the thought of things not riling her the way it does Azzi always pushes her nerves even more. But Paige is nineteen, and she’s petty, and she’s mad at her best friend for being mad at her, so she starts playing her show, obnoxiously loud, as Azzi puts on her shoes.

“Good fucking night,” Azzi calls over her shoulder. She only gets a scoff in response.

When she gets to her room, her mind’s running too haywire to even think of trying to sleep, so she steps in the shower, turning the water as hot as she can stand. It burns, slightly, but it takes her mind off all the shit going on and it feels good.

When she hears the door open, she doesn’t turn around. She feels the shower curtain ripple and feels hands encircle her waist, gently and reverently, but she stares at the wall in front of her.

“You crying, mama?”

“Not crying.”

Paige turns her around and presses her thumbs to her cheeks, eyes scanning hers. “You always shower whenever you feel like crying.”

Azzi buries her face into her neck. Her tears mix with the water, and her shoulders shake, but Paige holds her through it all. “Water’s too hot, baby,” the older girl murmurs. She reaches behind her, twisting the knob, but her other arm stays tightly wrapped around Azzi’s hip. That’s the thing about Paige, Azzi thinks—she can’t let go, she won’t let go, and she holds on even when it kills her. The water cools down a little. “It’s not good for you.”

“All of a sudden you know what’s good for me?” Azzi laughs, dry but not unkind.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said earlier.” The water runs between them, heat and steam curling between their bodies, sticking to the sheen of their foreheads and the glistening of their skin.

“Which part?” Azzi mumbles into her chest.

Paige tucks her cheek against the younger girl’s shoulder. She closes her eyes, letting herself feel the unyielding press of her bodies, their nakedness, how they’re holding each other so tightly that if they let go, they’ll stumble and fall. “It does matter to me.” She knows Azzi can barely hear her over the spray of the water, the splattering beneath their feet, but she’s not brave enough yet to say the words any louder. “Azzi.” She whispers her name like a plea, like a prayer. “Does it matter to you?”

Azzi looks at the love of her life, blonde hair turning dark and limp under the water, face bare and so full of emotion she has to look away for a moment. Azzi touches her face, fingers tracing dark eyebrows, brushing down the apples of her cheeks, gripping the firmness of her chin. It’s a familiar path she’s traced about half a million times, but not once has it felt like hers. Not until now. “I’ve loved you so long,” she whimpers. “I’ve loved you long that it feels wrong to say it out loud.”

The air leaves Paige all at once, and she slumps in relief. Azzi kisses her eyelids. They stand under the water, hearts beating in sync, mouths moving against each other as lips and tongues meet, until it turns cold and they shiver. Even then, they stay, each reluctant to be the first to let go.

#3 January, 2022

Azzi’s thirteen tabs and two coffees deep into her research when Paige pulls up, wrapped in a thick red blanket and slides on her feet. Without a word, she moves Azzi’s backpack to the ground and makes herself comfortable on the seat next to her. Within seconds, she’s sprawled out on the table next to a scattered array of pencils and pens and half a dozen packets, head in her hands and blanket still wrapped snugly around every inch of her body.

Azzi takes off her her headphones. She has to nudge the older girl about seven times before one of her eyes crank open. “What’re you doing?”

“It’s twelve am and you’re here in this empty ass library studying by yourself.”

“Paige, I lift more than you. I’ll be fine.”

“First of all, not true. It’s definitely true. Second of all, what kinda girlfriend would I be if I left you here to walk home all alone in the middle of the night?” She stifles a yawn with a hand over her mouth. “Bad girlfriend,” she murmurs. “Bad, bad girlfriend.” Paige drops her head onto her arms and promptly falls back asleep.

“Baby, you’re sick.” Azzi curls a wild strand of hair behind her ear. Paige had woken that morning unusually clingy, with a bit of an attitude, and it had only taken a few seconds for Azzi to think of checking for a fever. Paige was always a big baby whenever she was sick, her first symptom before coughs or headaches or anything. “Go home.”

“Nah.” Paige bumps her knee against Azzi’s under the table, still not looking up. “Wanna be with you.”

Honestly, Azzi wouldn’t mind the company, but then her breath starts whistling out, raspy and wheezing. “Paige, go back to your room. Seriously.” Azzi is unable to soften the annoyance in her tone. “You’re sick and you need to sleep.”

“Baby, let me stay,” Paige begs. “‘M fine, I swear.” She looks up and smiles as if to prove it, but Azzi only grimaces at how pale she looks.

“Paige.”

“Fine.” Paige is sick and annoyed and she doesn’t understand why her girlfriend wants her to go away, and honestly she’d rather be in a library with bright sterile lights, back aching hunched over a desk, than alone in her room, in cold sheets. She leaves quite grumpily, her blanket trailing sadly and dragging on the ground behind her, and Azzi sighs before resuming her work.

It’s almost three in the morning when Azzi finishes up. She thinks about Paige, sleeping alone in her bed, but then decides against disturbing the older girl and heads to her own room. She wakes up past her alarm clock, a product of a mere four hours of sleep, and drags herself through practice. Paige isn’t there until it’s time for film.

“Honey,” Nika giggles when she appears in the doorway, ghost-white with red-rimmed eyes and an even redder nose, box of tissues tucked under one elbow and bottle of water in hand. “In the nicest way possible, you look like shit.” The whole team cackles, and the senior throws up a middle finger before quickly getting chastised by CD.

“Never say I’m not locked in,” Paige grumbles, making her way dazedly to the first row of seats before tossing herself dramatically in her usual chair.

Azzi leans in from the row behind, unsure if Paige is still upset from the night before. “How you feeling?” she whispers.

“Awful.” The blonde lifts her hand, grasping for Azzi’s. Relieved, Azzi slips her hand in the space between the seats and squeezes it. “You didn’t come back last night.”

“Didn’t wanna wake you up.” Azzi kisses the back of her hand. “You sleep okay?”

“Woulda slept better with you,” Paige says, a little too loud, and Nika and Aaliyah both cringe next to them, disgust written on their faces.

“You two done fondling each other or can we start watching film?” KK snickers from behind them, causing another ripple of laughter to run through the room. Paige turns to CD, pointing at KK with her mouth agape, but the coach only shrugs, her lips twitching.

“Rigged,” Paige mutters as Geno walks in and the team settles down. “This whole system is rigged against us.”

Azzi giggles, squeezing Paige’s hand one last time before letting go. “Try not to fall asleep during film.”

“No promises.”

Naturally, Paige falls asleep during film. When the last of the freshmen filter out, Azzi hops over the row and gets comfortable in the seat besides Paige, lifting up the armrest divider so she can pull the older girl onto her lap. Azzi combs through her hair, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. She can feel her girlfriend’s pulse against her skin, erratic and feverish. “You’re a big baby when you’re sick,” she mutters affectionately, thumb rubbing circles into her hip.

Paige stirs, never one to let Azzi get the last word, even when she’s asleep. “Am not.” As soon as Azzi’s hand stills on her scalp, she nuzzles her head into it. Rolling her eyes, Azzi continues playing with her hair.

Somehow, they both end up asleep on the chairs, TV still playing a clip from last week’s practice and lights still on, and when CD walks past and sees her two star players slumped in the 2.5 million dollar facility like it’s their own personal bedroom, she has half a mind to go chew them out. But when Paige mumbles something in her sleep and Azzi nuzzles closer into her, snores filling the room, she rolls her eyes and decides jay her lecture can wait for later.

#4 April 2025

Paige may be a newly crowned national championship, but she’s hungover, and she’s exhausted, and she’s cross with Azzi because she’d told her to save her a seat on the bus only for her to board and see Morgan sitting happily next to her girlfriend, the two of them chatting it up like they’ve always been best friends.

Ordinarily, she’d use her super senior authority to kick the freshman out of her seat, but her headache had been throbbing and her throat sore from all the drinks she’d had, like, five hours prior, so she’d flopped down in the last row and gone right to sleep, still dreaming of confetti and shots.

One of the assistant coaches had to wake her up after they’d arrived at the airport, so she’d boarded the plane last, and seeing Azzi now sitting with Caroline, she’d flopped down again in the nearest seat and, aggrieved, pulled out the neck pillow from her backpack with such aggression that Kaitlyn had winced and scooted further away. Was she so wrong for wanting her own personal human pillow and not this stupid little rainbow headrest?

Paige falls back into slumber, only to be waken up by the sound of shuffling next to her. She turns her head, about to make a passive aggressive comment to Kaitlyn, but blinks when she sees two braids and a grin. “Hey, baby,” she greets, leaning in for a kiss but Paige swerves her.

“What happened to saving me a seat on the bus?”

One of Azzi’s eyebrow scrunches down, and Paige curses her girlfriend for being so impossibly cute when she’s trying to stay mad at her. “When did you ask me to save you a seat on the bus?”

“Like, two nights ago.”

Azzi scratches her head. “Baby, how am I supposed to remember you asking me to save you a seat on the bus two nights ago?”

Paige sniffs.

Azzi kisses her cheek. “I’m sorry, okay? We’ve had a lot of drinks since then. My mind has been a lil fuzzy.”

“Okay.” Paige smiles. “Apology accepted.”

Azzi shakes her head. “Can I have a kiss now?”

Paige cups her cheek and kisses her, long and slow, relishing in the fact that she’s a national champion kissing another national champion, or more specifically, the Final Four Most Outstanding Player, her most outstanding player, and her tongue swipes at Azzi’s bottom lip eagerly before they’re broken apart by a loud shriek.

“Nooo!” KK wails. “I did not just see y’all fornicating over my baby.” Pushing her way into the row, she picks up the trophy and cradles it in her arms.

“So dramatic,” Azzi laughs, until KK’s stormy eyes are turned on her and it quickly dies in her throat.

“This,” she says emphatically, “is coming with me. To sit between me and Ice. While y’all make out and do whatever you wanna do.” Shivering, she steps carefully down the aisle, still stroking the trophy and cursing under her breath.

Raising an eyebrow, Paige sits back into her seat, letting out a long exhale.

“Well.” Azzi unbuckles her seatbelt and slips into the middle seat. “Now that that’s out of the way.”

Paige grins and pulls her in again.

#5 sometime in the future idk

Their daughter is in the next room, babbling to herself. She’s clueless, blissfully happy in her two year old world of stuffed animals and play pens, and Paige wishes she could be with her, holding her favorite person in the world as she reads her her favorite book, the one with the red pig and black giraffe. Instead, Paige stands in the dim glow of the room, facing the harsh reality of her thirty one year old world as she stares at her wife. The aftermath of their last argument is vivid around them—in the two separate beds, both rumpled and slept in, pillows worn with tear tracks, and in the empty bottle of wine on the dresser besides Azzi’s bed and the crumpled up cans of beer in the trash can by Paige’s suitcase, and in the way Azzi’s entire body is stiff, spine rigid against her back, turned away from Paige like she can’t even look at her.

“This schedule. It’s getting too hard on her.”

“Did she tell you that herself?”

“Any sane parent knows that it’s not reasonable for a child to be flying across half the country every two weeks.”

“It’s not every two weeks. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Azzi.”

“Paige.”

“What’s your solution? We’ve been trying to get on the same team for two years and it hasn’t fucking worked yet. You think I don’t want her to grow up in a more stable home, with two parents who can be together for longer than a week half the year?”

Paige’s shoulders sag. “I don’t know.”

“We’ve been going in circles for months.” Azzi opens the mini fridge, reaching inside, but Paige closes it, firmly.

“I don’t think we should keep drinking away our problems.”

Azzi’s fingers flex. “What are you insinuating about me?”

“Azzi. Please.”

Paige wraps her arms around Azzi’s shoulders. Azzi sinks into her. “We’ll figure it out,” the blonde murmurs. “We’ll figure something out. Let me talk to my agent again. We’ll set up a meeting with yours and they’ll work out a plan.”

Azzi curls into her chest. “I don’t like arguing with you.”

Paige traces patterns over her nape, where her curly little baby hairs meet the warm skin of her neck. “I can’t stand when you’re over there in the other bed.” She looks into the eyes she’s loved for so long, still as doe brown since the day they met. “Sleep with me tonight. Please.”

Azzi stands between her legs, in her little pajama shorts and tank top. At thirty years old, she’s more beautiful than ever, Paige thinks. Her cheeks are fuller now, eyes more creased but still betraying her every emotion. She’s all muscle, seasoned from years in the league and having welcomed one too many rookies. Paige’s hand falls down her leg, down the dip in her hip to the smoothness of her thigh, tracing down her calf. Azzi sucks in a breath, the feeling of Paige’s fingers ghosting over her sensitive spots causing her head to tip back and moan.

Azzi presses herself achingly, wantingly into Paige’s touch before she connects their lips. Azzi kisses her like she’s beautiful, like she’s fucking precious, all gently and softly and tentatively. She kisses her like she’s still a school girl with a crush, like she can’t really believe it’s happening. Paige feels delicate in Azzi’s hands, and she loves it. Azzi kisses her like she’s afraid that if she stops, the world will come shattering down around them. Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t. Right now, with Azzi whimpering into her mouth and making all those little sounds that has Paige pushing against her, fingers digging into her waist with desire, Paige can’t seem to really care.

In the early light of morning, Azzi leans on her elbow, tracing words on the older girl’s spine, fingertips dragging sleepily across the ridges of her muscle and a couple of old scars. She presses a kiss to the hollow of her back. It makes Paige feel ticklish, and she squirms and flips onto her back to stare up at her. “My wife,” Paige whispers, hands going to caress her cheeks, making sure that she’s real, that she’s still hers. “My baby.”

[malavera]

Peaches: “Would you be so kind in lending a hand?” (18+) — Logan Howlett

summary: the friendly old man neighbor of yours is helping you with your wash day

warning: the setting of this one-shot is AU no correlation to Wolverine & Deadpool, SMUT! MDNI, fingering, female oral receiving, age gap (legal), no use of Y/N, the use of pet name peach, sir kink, squirting

wc: 3.5k (well it's a full shot not a drabble ehe)

creds: i forgot where the divider is from, creds to the creator!

dedicating this one to my favorite authors!

@velvrei @wolverinesleftclaw @stark-ironman @lovelybucky1 @cyber333angel @dollverine @joelsgoldrush

peaches masterlist

The day had finally come when you decided enough was enough. The laundry had been sitting there for three days, staring at you from the corner of your room like a silent accusation. Today was the day you would conquer it. Armed with your resolve, you hauled the overflowing basket to the laundry room. But as fate would have it, the universe had other plans.

The washing machine, that steadfast appliance you’d trusted for years, chose this very moment to betray you. The once familiar hum was replaced by a groan, a sputter, and then—nothing. You stared at it, disbelief turning to frustration as you realized the mountain of clothes in your arms was going nowhere. Your favorite pair of undies, buried somewhere in the pile, would have to wait.

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the machine, its cool surface doing little to soothe your annoyance. Arms crossed, you dialed your father’s number, hoping for some semblance of a solution.

“Dad, the washing machine broke,” you said, half hoping he’d have a quick fix, half dreading his response.

There was a pause before he spoke, his voice calm, almost too calm. “Ask Logan for help, he’s pretty handy with stuff. I won’t be back until 8 PM tonight, buttercup.”

You nearly dropped the phone. Logan. Of course, it had to be him. The very thought of knocking on his door, asking him for help, sent a thrill of anxiety coursing through you. Why did it have to be him?

Logan Howlett—the man who occupied your thoughts far too often, the man who was the face of your wildest dreams. Just the mention of his name made your heart race. And now, you were supposed to ask him for help? The universe certainly had a twisted sense of humor.

You ended the call, staring at the washing machine like it was some cruel joke. The burnt toast theory, they called it. Sometimes, when things went wrong, it was the universe’s way of steering you toward something better. But as you stood there, contemplating the inevitable encounter with Logan, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was a blessing in disguise—or a test you weren’t sure you could pass.

Logan Howlett had been a fixture in your mind for five long months, ever since he moved into the neighborhood. It wasn’t just his rugged good looks or the way he carried himself with that effortless confidence; it was the way he seemed to have slipped so seamlessly into your life. Your dad, always quick to befriend a fellow drinker, had taken to him immediately. They were practically inseparable, sharing beers on the front porch, watching games in the living room, and even lingering over meals in the dining room.

And there you were, sneaking glances every time Logan was around, feeling that unmistakable flutter in your chest whenever he caught your eye.

Today, though, was different. Somehow, you found yourself standing on his porch, heart pounding as your fist hovered in mid-air. What were you thinking? Asking Logan for help—it felt too forward, too direct. But here you were, ignoring every ounce of self-doubt, raising your hand to knock on his door.

You barely had time to second-guess yourself before the door swung open. And there he was, the embodiment of everything that had been haunting your thoughts for months: tall, effortlessly sexy, his dark hair tousled just right. He was wearing a white shirt that clung to his broad chest and shoulders, tucked into denim jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t help but notice how the summer sun cast a warm glow on his skin, making the moment feel almost surreal.

“Hey,” Logan’s voice broke through your reverie, casual yet deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. He squinted against the sunlight, his expression shifting into one of familiarity. “I was about to come over. Your dad called and asked me to check on something.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady as your mind raced. “Yeah, the washing machine broke. Dad said you could help… Would you be so kind in lending a hand?”

You could hear your own voice, slightly strained as you tried to strike the perfect balance. Not too high-pitched, not too low. Not too eager, not too aloof. But before you could overthink it any further, Logan flashed you a small smile, one that made your heart do a little flip.

“Yeah, sure, Peach.”

And there it was—that damn nickname that never failed to turn your insides into mush. It started innocently enough, the day your dad brought home a bag full of peaches and peach-flavored drinks. Logan had been there, chuckling at the sight, and ever since, he’d called you “Peach” with that easy, teasing tone. Now, every time he said it, you couldn’t help but melt a little, even if you tried to play it cool.

As you turned to lead him to your house through the backyard, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of pushing you closer to the man who had taken up residence in your thoughts.

“It made a really loud noise and it was shaking really bad, the sound was a bit scary,” you admitted, your voice tinged with worry. “And also, can you check if my clothes are alright? Did it tear them off or something?”

Logan nodded thoughtfully, a low hum of consideration escaping him as he surveyed the situation. “Where did your dad put his tools?” he asked, his gaze already scanning the room.

“Oh, it’s right there,” you said, pointing towards the shelf against the wall. Determined to be helpful, you stood on your tippy toes, stretching to reach the toolbox. But before you could grasp it, Logan moved past you with ease, his hand already closing around the handle.

“Careful, Peach. It’s pretty heavy,” he murmured from behind you, his voice close enough to send a subtle shiver down your spine. His presence loomed over you as he reached up effortlessly, the scent of his cologne mingling with the warm summer air.

You stepped back, feeling a mix of flustered and grateful as he handled the heavy toolbox with ease, making you feel small and protected all at once.

“O-okay.” The stutter slipped out before you could stop it. Seriously? Get a grip, you scolded yourself internally. Trying to regain some composure, you quickly added, “I’m just—gonna… fix you something to drink.” You gestured awkwardly towards the kitchen, hoping to retreat before you embarrassed yourself further.

Logan nodded absentmindedly, his focus entirely on the washing machine that seemed to be on its last legs. He didn’t even glance your way, which was both a relief and a disappointment. You took a nervous step back, then another, finally turning and heading to the kitchen, hoping a moment away would help you steady your nerves.

Leaving his presence created an unfamiliar ache in your chest, a tug of reluctance you hadn’t anticipated. It was as if some part of you didn’t want to leave his side, didn’t want to be apart from the quiet strength that Logan exuded. The thought of retreating to the kitchen, of putting physical distance between you and him, felt wrong, almost unnatural.

You wanted to stay. You wanted to watch him work on the broken machine, to see those skilled hands in action, to listen to the steady, assured way he moved and spoke. But at the same time, you knew you couldn’t trust yourself around him. Not when your heart raced at every little interaction, not when just being near him made you feel so unsteady.

You didn’t have the confidence to be casual, to act like you weren’t hanging on his every word and gesture. And you certainly didn’t have the strength to face the feelings that threatened to overwhelm you every time you were close to him. So instead, you sought refuge in the kitchen, hoping the distance would help calm the storm inside you, even as it left you aching for more.

Twisting the faucet, you watched as the water streamed out, the steady flow almost hypnotic in its simplicity. The kitchen was quiet, the only sound the gentle rush of water hitting the sink. You leaned forward, letting the coolness soothe your heated skin, and splashed your face with the cold water, hoping it would bring some clarity to your muddled thoughts.

For a moment, the shock of the cold jolted you back to reality, away from the overwhelming thoughts of Logan that had been swirling in your mind. You closed your eyes, letting the droplets drip down your face, trying to steady your breathing and collect yourself. It was just a broken washing machine, just a neighbor doing a favor.

You swung open the fridge, your hand instinctively reaching for your favorite peach-flavored soda. The cool metal of the can felt reassuring against your palm as you pulled it from its place. With a satisfying hiss, you cracked it open, the sweet, fruity scent immediately filling the air.

Reaching for a tall glass, you filled it with ice, the cubes clinking softly as they settled. Then, you poured the bubbly soda over them, watching as the fizzy drink cascaded down, swirling and dancing around the ice. After inserting a straw into the glass, you carefully picked it up, the cool condensation forming on the outside of the glass. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and made your way back to where Logan was.

"Here you go," you announced, placing the glass on the nearby table. Logan turned his attention from the washing machine to you, his eyes briefly darting to the drink you’d set down. A smile curved on his lips, the warmth in his gaze making your heart skip a beat. “Thanks, Peach.”

“Ehe…” You offered a nervous smile in return, your cheeks heating up at the casual endearment. Trying to steady your fluttering nerves, you grabbed the straw and shoved it into your mouth with a little more force than intended. It was your way of silencing the awkwardness bubbling inside you, a desperate attempt to keep any embarrassing sounds from escaping.

“So, your dad’s going on a date later today, huh?” Logan’s voice was light, but he noticed the nervousness you were trying to mask. His intention was to ease the tension with casual conversation.

“Y-yeah, he’s working now, but that’s what I’ve heard,” you replied, nervously fiddling with the straw. You decided to sit on the edge of the table where Logan’s drink was, adjusting it carefully to avoid spills.

Logan glanced at you, then back at the washing machine, his smirk widening. “You okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you responded, a bit defensively.

Logan chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve never been too thrilled about him dating. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of Logan’s question pressing on you. Taking a deep breath, you decided to let your guard down. “Well, it’s just… I’ve always felt like I have to compete for his attention. It’s silly, I know, but it’s hard when you’re used to being the center of someone’s world.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he gave you an understanding nod. The moment of connection hung between you as Logan turned his attention back to the washing machine. He worked with focused precision, his hands moving deftly as he made the final adjustments. The clinks and whirs of the machine were soon replaced by a steady, rhythmic hum.

“There we go,” Logan said with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The washing machine was back in action, its gentle whirl now a reassuring sound.

You let out a relieved sigh, watching the machine function smoothly. “Thank you so much, Mister Howlett. I really appreciate it.” you said, your gratitude sincere as you adjusted from your sitting position to stand up. You set down your now-empty glass on the table, the slight clink of the glass breaking the brief silence.

Hearing you address him as "Mister Howlett" sparked something within Logan—an unfamiliar, yet undeniable feeling. It was a sentiment he had been trying to avoid, one that stirred within him despite his best efforts to keep his distance. The formal address seemed to intensify the feelings he had been wrestling with, making them more pronounced.

You're not the only one who has a crush, he does too.

From the moment Logan had closed the trunk of his truck while moving into the neighborhood, you had been on his mind. He remembered the day vividly—watching you step out of your car in a beautiful white sundress that hugged your upper body and flowed gracefully. The way the dress accentuated your figure, combined with the ease of your movements, had captured his attention in a way he hadn’t anticipated. As you came knocking on his door with your dad beside you to welcome him into the neighborhood, those peach-flavored pie you brought had been lingering in his mind ever since. He wondered if you smell as good as that pie where he devoured in one full bite that night. And here you are, wearing the same white sundress that's gotten him obsessed with.

As Logan took a step forward, you instinctively stepped back, forgetting about the table behind you. Your hips brushed against it gently, causing a small jolt. Logan had intended to reach for the glass of your beverage, but his proximity brought him uncomfortably close.

With a casual yet deliberate movement, Logan took the glass from behind you, his body nearly brushing against yours. He lifted the glass in front of you, tilting his head slightly with a smirk. “Thanks, Peach,” he said, his voice low and warm.

Without breaking eye contact, he chugged down the drink, his gaze locked onto yours. The act was both confident and intimate, making the moment feel charged with unspoken tension. The shared space between you seemed to crackle with a newfound energy as you both stood there, the air thick with the lingering effects of the brief but intense connection.

You cleared your throat, feeling a flush of heat spread across your cheeks as you managed to wiggle your way out from the proximity of Logan. You made your way toward the washing machine, watching it work through the glass as your laundry tumbled inside.

“Tell me, Peach,” Logan’s voice came from behind, smooth and deliberate. “Is your taste as good as this peach soda?”

Your breath hitched, and your mind raced. Am I hearing this right? Is this a dream? You thought, trying to process his words. Despite the possibility of it being a dream, you couldn't bring yourself to face him. Instead, you leaned against the washing machine, the rhythmic vibrations grounding you.

“Um—W-what do you mean, s-sir?” you managed to stammer, your voice barely more than a whisper.

You could feel Logan’s presence closing in behind you, the air growing warmer and thicker as he approached. The vibrations from the washing machine seemed to pulse more intensely against your torso, amplifying the sensation of his proximity. Each step he took made your heartbeat quicken, your senses acutely aware of the space between you shrinking.

Logan’s shadow fell over you, and you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. His breath, though not yet touching your skin, was close enough that you could sense its warmth. 

“You wanna know what ‘m thinking, Peach?” He mumbles behind your ear. You wished he didn’t hear your shuddered breath and the swallowed saliva down your throat from the way he makes you nervous.

“I don’t think so, Mister Howlett.” you managed to reply, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to maintain your composure.

“Naw, why? Afraid you might like it?” You could feel the smirk slowly forming in his face.

“I-”

“I’m thinking of bending you against this washing machine, lift up your very short sundress and get on my knees. Slowly taking my time smelling that scent… of arousal from your pussy, where I know, she’s dying to be touched, to be fingered, to be fucked, by me.” You gasp once you feel the bulge from his rough jeans, teasingly grinding against your ass earning a chuckle from him as he continues,

“Oh yes I know, Peach. I know how much you want to feel this cock inside you. Should’ve known better to close your blinds at night when your delicate… fingers desperately trying to reach that high, because I’m always watching you, Peach. Even though you’re such a pain in the ass with that, Peach flavored pie, and that fucking beautiful smile. I wanna turn those smiles into tears… Tears of pleasure from me, fucking this cunt.” You gasped loudly as Logan roughly thrust his bulge against your ass, hitting you against the washing machine.

“L-Logan,” you stammered, your voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“Call me, Sir,” Logan’s tone was laced with full authority, each word deliberate and commanding. You choked back a swallow before you corrected yourself.

"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." You stood on your ground.

"Yeah? Let me remind you how it feels then, this time, with me." Logan grunted in your ears before you felt a rush of cold air blowing against your damped panties resulted from Logan lifting your skirt up. You whimpered once you feel his fingers grazing against your soaking wet cunt, earning a mocking tut from Logan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Your cunt says otherwise, Peach." He rubs you through the panties before ripping them off of you, the sound piercing through the room.

Logan crouched on his knees, proving his promise to you the one where he'd like to take his time smelling you from down your legs up to your thighs, dragging his warm tongue on your delicate skin upwards earning a moan from you. Logan hummed once he connected his lips to your glistening pussy lips, his tongue swirling and lapping your gushing juices.

You feel like god had just granted you your wishes into doing this sinful things. You finally can experience the feeling of his tongue against your throbbing cunt that keeps on gushing. Logan moaned, while he laps your juices up like a dog. "You taste just as I imagined, peach-flavored cunt." He murmured against your pussy.

A rosy hue crept across your cheeks hearing his statement. "Come on, Peach. Gimme more." Logan breathed out, his two hands that were gripping your thighs pushed and lifted you upward attempting you to bend over more over the top of the washing machine. Spreading your legs wide, you moaned out loud once you feel his tongue crazily lap your pussy like a dog in thirst.

"S-sir.." You squeaked, feeling yourself close.

"Hmm, yeah, give it to me, Peach." Logan grunted, burying his face even more.

"Ngh, I'm gonna-" Before you could finish that sentence, you froze as you heard your dad's voice calls out to you.

"Buttercup! I'm home, have you managed with the laundry yet?" He hollers from the other room. You gasped while Logan didn't even budge, he kept resuming his action.

"Y-yes, Dad! Everything's good now!" You holler back, holding yourself back from moaning.

"Do you need any help, darling?" You heard the sound of footstep, your eyes widened and hurriedly answer, "No- No, Dad! Everything's good, I'll be coming in a second." Logan smirked.

"Okay darling, I'm gonna get some rest." Your dad holler back as his footsteps fading away. You sighed in relief before you gasped when you feel Logan entering two fingers inside your cunt.

"What a naughty little girl, she needs to make herself cum before she gets back to being the dotting daughter huh?" You whimper to his words.

"Please, sir. Don't stop, it feels so good.."

"Yeah? Wait till you feel my cock." Logan vowed. He curled his fingers inside you, effortlessly flicking your g-spot before he stood back up on his feet, leaning against your back. He gently guide you to stand on your feet even though it's impossible for you as you're still in daze from his fingers still working their magic.

Logan whispered all kinds of filthy things in your head to get you to reach your high. "Is this just like what you imagined, peach?" — "Feels so good yeah?" — "Yes it does. Are you gonna cum for me?" — "Yeah come on, almost there, I know," — "Make a mess on my fingers, baby."

As you choked a loud moan, Logan's other hand went to silenced you while you came gushing down on his fingers. Your whole body shook while Logan holds you in place as you're coming down your high.

"There you go, good girl." You panted once you've gained your strength to stand on your own, you turned around and to find him smirking, a notable wet droplet covered some parts of his jeans as you now just learned, that you squirted on him a little.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, his gaze never leaving yours as he tasted what's remained of you on his fingers.

"Hmm, taste just like a peach."

let me know if you want me to start the journey for Logan & Peach 😉

[okshu]

—ㅤ⠀ 峠ㅤ⠀ 𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ZB1 FIC RECS﹚

all fics of zb1 that me and @sxmmerberries read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut

성한빈 ─── SUNG HANBIN

be careful, don't fall by @haesunflower [f] [uni AU, clumsy reader and student nurse hanbin; 0.7k]

a night in monaco [ one . two ] by @ohsunnyboy [f] [fake dating, flirting, one bed trope, lazy kisses]

to breathe in your life by @zhng96 [f] [comfort fic, insecure!reader]

sitting in traffic by @loserlvrss [a,f]

hanbin and non-sexual dominance by @zbis [f]

forget? you? by @hariboz [a]

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김지웅 ─── KIM JIWOONG

french press by @zerobaselove [s] [jealous jiwoong; 1.2k]

cuteness aggression by @haecien [f] [boyfriend texts with jiwong]

a morning to remember by @taerrrrrae [f]

winter confessions by @taerrrrrae [f]

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章昊 ─── ZHANG HAO

a perfect fit by @zerobaselove [f] [campus crush! zhang hao x reader; 3.4k]

to chase a dream by @ohsunnyboy [f] [musician au, rivals, makeouts and happy endings]

one day only by @cinnajun [f] [established relationship; 1.3k]

drunk of you by @kkongdakz [a] [rivals to somewhat lovers, suggestive; 2.3k]

dollification by @amoremainslayer [s]

sir oblivious by @sxmmerberries [f] [textfic]

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석매튜 ─── SEOK MATTHEW

coloumb's law by @seoktized [s] [ft. jake from enhypen, college au; 3.4k]

airpods by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [stepcest; 2k]

feel good by @loserlvrss [s] [soft smut]

show me how to use that pretty mouth of yours by @aswaki [s] [oral fixation; 2.2k]

mile high club privilege by @aswaki [s] [stewardess/flight attendant reader, strangers themed; 1.8k]

matthew flashfic this and this by @aswaki [s]

semi public sex by @528-hotline [s]

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김태래 ─── KIM TAERAE

taedros taedros [ one . two . three ] by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [bsf taerae]

giving it a chance by @haesunflower [a] [not super angsty, established long term relationship]

keep it quiet by @cinnajun [f, sugg] [best friend’s brother!au x reader; 3.6k]

this loser by @kkongdakz [f]

a summ(lov)er song by @kkongdakz [f]

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沈泉锐 ─── SHEN QUANRUI

against everything by @ohsunnyboy [f] [royalty!au, arranged marriages, sword fights and honour]

cherry chapstick by @loserlvrss [sugg]

sunlight by @kkongdakz [f]

wooden block tower by @kkongdakz [a]

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김규빈 ─── KIM GYUVIN

7:34 pm by @zhng96 [f] [blurb]

sunny days by @zhng96 [f] [3.1k]

new year's kiss by @hariboz [f] [friends to lovers; 1.6k]

only one by @loserlvrss [f] [established relationship; 1k]

battery recharge by @kkongdakz [f]

kiss it better by @kkongdakz [f]

world's cutest couple by @cinnajun [fake angst]

pool sex by @carmesi-butterfly [s]

birthday much? by @arafilez [f] [drabble; 0.3k]

you kissed him and ran away by @sxmmerberries [f] [text imagine, bsf!gyuvin]

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박건욱 ─── PARK GUNWOOK

why are you ignoring me by @slytherinshua [f]

one bed by @kkongdakz [f] [enemies to somewhat lovers; 1k]

consequences by @lovepookie [f, a]

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한유진 ─── HAN YUJIN

a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]

love lock by @trsrina [f]

mario cart by @trsrina [f]

2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]

side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]

everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]

7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]

red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]

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제로베이스원 ─── OT9 / POLY

zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]

cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]

she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]

cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]

this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]

zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]

sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]

zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]

zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]

calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]

why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]

why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]

favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]

is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]

we're so cliché by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]

kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]

you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]

no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu + @fairyofmangoes

[tsumuus]

when he sees me

katsuki bakugou x reader, blind date, first date, fluff, ooc?, based on this drabble, probably my longest written fic(around 2300-2400 words, but like thats a lot for me😭)

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You’ve never considered yourself the romantic type.

Not for lack of curiosity, but because the idea of romance felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. Sure, the view was breathtaking, but one wrong move and you’d plummet into the unknown. Relationships demanded too much- a risk of losing control, of exposing parts of yourself no one else had seen, only to have it thrown back in your face.

That’s why, despite Mina’s relentless campaigning to set you up with her “perfect guy,” you resisted.

“C’mon, he’s not like other guys,” she insisted one afternoon, her golden eyes sparkling with determination.

You sighed, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. “Mina, you’ve said that about all of your friends. And let’s not forget how the last one ended up being obsessed with his ex.”

Mina laughed. “Okay, fair, but this guy is different. He’s… grounded. Straightforward. No games, no fluff. I think you’d actually like him.”

“You’ve said that before too,” you teased.

Her pout was almost convincing. Almost. “Just trust me. One date. If it’s horrible, I’ll never bring it up again. Deal?”

You hesitated, weighing the risk of one awkward evening against weeks of Mina’s pestering. Reluctantly, you gave in. “Fine. One date.”

The restaurant was warm and inviting, its soft lighting casting a cozy glow over the wooden tables and shelves lined with potted plants. Mina had texted you the details earlier: 7 PM, party for two, under your name. She’d been oddly tight-lipped about who your date was, insisting she wanted it to be a surprise.

You were still skeptical, but a small part of you was curious. Maybe Mina was right this time. Maybe.

You arrived a few minutes early, hoping to gather your thoughts before meeting your mystery date. The host greeted you with a polite smile and led you to a small table near the window.

“Your party hasn’t arrived yet,” they said, pulling out your chair.

“Thank you,” you replied, sitting down and scanning the menu.

Minutes ticked by. You started to wonder if you’d been stood up when the door opened, and a blond man walked in, his sharp crimson eyes scanning the room.

You froze.

Even from across the restaurant, you recognized him. Katsuki Bakugou, pro hero and household name, exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore. He wasn’t wearing his hero costume, but the fitted black sweater and dark jeans were somehow just as striking.

Your heart sank. There’s no way he’s here for me.

But then his gaze landed on you, and he started walking over.

“You’re the blind date?” he asked, stopping in front of your table.

You blinked up at him, stunned. “You’re…”

“Katsuki,” he said, pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down. “Guess we’re both surprised.”

It took you a moment to recover. Of all the people Mina could have set you up with, this was the guy she’d chosen? Pro hero, explosive temper, and notorious for being brutally honest? It didn’t make sense.

“Uh, yeah,” you finally managed. “Nice to meet you.”

He gave a small nod, studying you with an intensity that made you shift in your seat.

The first few minutes were… awkward. He wasn’t exactly a conversationalist, and you weren’t sure how to navigate the situation. But as the evening went on, you began to notice things you hadn’t expected.

For one, he wasn’t as intimidating as you’d imagined. Sure, his words were blunt, but there was a surprising warmth behind them. He listened when you spoke, his attention unwavering. And when he talked about his work, there was a passion in his voice that made it impossible not to be drawn in.

“So, you’re friends with Mina?” he asked at one point, breaking the silence that had settled between you.

“Yeah. We’ve been friends since middle school,” you said. “She’s been trying to set me up for years. Guess she finally got her way.”

He snorted. “Sounds like her.”

You smiled, relaxing slightly. “What about you? How did she convince you to do this?”

“Didn’t take much,” he admitted. “She said you weren’t annoying, so I figured it was worth a shot.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “High praise.”

“It is,” he said, smirking.

Despite yourself, you laughed. The more you talked, the more you realized that he wasn’t what you’d expected. Beneath the sharp edges and fiery reputation was someone who was honest, genuine, and… kind. In his own way.

When the night ended, he walked you to your car. The cool evening air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the restaurant, and you found yourself wishing the night could last just a little longer.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Didn’t think I’d like this whole blind date thing, but… you’re not bad.”

A small laugh escaped you. “You’re not bad yourself.”

His lips quirked in the faintest of smirks. “See ya around?”

For a moment, you hesitated, the weight of your fears pressing down on you. But then you met his gaze- steady, genuine- and you felt something shift.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “See you around.”

That night, as you lay in bed replaying the evening in your mind, you realized something strange: you weren’t overthinking it. You weren’t second-guessing every word or analyzing every gesture. Instead, you felt… calm.

For the first time, the idea of letting someone in didn’t feel like a leap off a cliff.

It felt like the beginning of something you didn’t want to lose.

You didn’t expect him to call.

Even though the night had gone surprisingly well, you told yourself not to get your hopes up. He was a pro hero, after all- someone whose life moved at a pace so fast it felt impossible to keep up. People like him didn’t have time for something as fragile and delicate as a budding relationship.

Still, the memory of his smirk lingered, sharp and vivid in your mind. The way his crimson eyes had softened ever so slightly when he teased you- so subtle you wondered if you’d imagined it- made it impossible not to replay the evening over and over.

Three days passed. You told yourself to move on, to not dwell on what was probably just a casual dinner for him. That is, until your phone buzzed with a text.

Katsuki: Hey. You free for dinner this week?

The message was so short, so him, that it took you a moment to process it. Your heart stuttered, and you stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity. Was this real? A small, incredulous laugh bubbled out of you. You couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through your chest.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Should you reply right away? Wait a few minutes? Was it too eager to answer so quickly?

Finally, with a shaky breath, you typed back:

You: Yeah, I think I could be convinced. When were you thinking?

The pause before his next reply felt like forever, but when it came, it was so straightforward you had to smile.

Katsuki: Friday. 7. Same place.

Simple. Confident. And as you stared at the message, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.

The first couple of dinners were... awkward, to say the least.

It wasn’t that Katsuki made you uncomfortable- far from it. But there was something about the way he carried himself, the unwavering intensity in his gaze, that made you hyperaware of every word you spoke. He wasn’t a conversationalist, either. The silences between you felt heavier than they needed to, filled with the unspoken tension of two people trying to figure each other out.

He wasn’t oblivious to it. One evening, while you sat across from him in a cozy, dimly lit restaurant, your fork hovering over your plate, he tilted his head and raised a brow.

“You gonna stop acting like you’re walkin’ on eggshells around me, or do I need to pry it out of you?” he asked bluntly, his tone laced with teasing, though his crimson eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

Your fork clinked softly against the plate as you set it down, caught off guard. “I’m not walking on eggshells,” you retorted, though the heat creeping up your neck betrayed you.

His lips quirked in a knowing smirk. “Yeah, you are.” He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. “Just say whatever’s on your mind. I’m not gonna bite.”

There was something disarming about the way he said it- gruff but sincere. His words loosened something inside you, and before you realized it, you were laughing, the tension in your shoulders melting away. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

“Don’t see the point,” he said with a shrug, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “It’s more fun when people are just themselves. So, quit overthinkin’ and just talk to me.”

It was easier said than done, but something about the way he said it- direct, no room for doubt- made you want to try. And so you did. Hesitantly at first, testing the waters with little anecdotes and random thoughts. But as the night went on, the words flowed more freely. You told him about your day, about things that annoyed you, things that made you laugh. And Katsuki listened.

Really listened.

He didn’t interrupt or interject with meaningless comments. He just let you talk, his eyes steady on yours, nodding here and there or throwing in a dry remark that made you laugh despite yourself. By the time the check came, the air between you felt lighter, less strained.

When he walked you to your door that night, hands shoved into his pockets and that familiar scowl softening just a fraction, you realized you were looking forward to the next time you’d see him.

Things between you shifted after that. Slowly, in small, subtle ways. Dinners turned into late-night conversations that carried over into texts throughout the week. Katsuki wasn’t the type to blow up your phone with messages, but when he did text, it was always something meaningful- or hilarious, though he’d never admit he was funny on purpose.

One night, he called out of the blue.

“Look outside,” he said gruffly, not even bothering with a greeting.

Confused, you walked to the window. Sure enough, there he was, standing on the sidewalk with a bag slung over one shoulder, his free hand holding up his phone.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, laughing as you opened the door and stepped outside to meet him.

“Thought you could use a break,” he said, holding up the bag. “Brought food. Don’t argue, just eat.”

It was simple, thoughtful gestures like that- the way he remembered little things you said, like your favorite snack or how you liked your coffee- that caught you off guard. He wasn’t trying to impress you; he was just... himself. Honest, genuine, and surprisingly caring in ways he’d never admit aloud.

The night it all came to a head was unplanned, much like the way your relationship had unfolded. You’d been feeling restless all day, the kind of itch beneath your skin that no amount of pacing or distractions could soothe. Katsuki must have noticed when he stopped by after work, because instead of sitting down like usual, he grabbed your hand.

“C’mon,” he said simply, tugging you toward the door.

“Where are we going?” you asked, though you didn’t resist, letting him lead you out into the cool night air.

“You’ll see.”

He didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t push, curious despite yourself. He walked with purpose, his hand warm and solid around yours, guiding you through streets you didn’t recognize until you reached a quiet rooftop overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking- glittering lights stretching out as far as the eye could see, the hum of distant traffic a soothing backdrop.

“Wow,” you breathed, stepping closer to the edge to take it all in.

Katsuki leaned against the railing, watching you instead of the view. “Thought you might like it,” he said after a moment, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced back at him, your chest tightening at the way he looked at you. “I do. It’s beautiful.”

He stayed quiet for a beat, his gaze dropping to the ground before meeting yours again. “You’ve been outta it lately,” he said, his tone careful. “Figured you needed to get outta your head for a bit.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You swallowed the lump in your throat, the weight of his attention- his care- making it hard to speak. “Thank you,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, though the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

The silence stretched, comfortable now, as you both watched the city lights. But something was shifting between you, unspoken but undeniable. You felt it in the way he stood closer than before, his shoulder brushing against yours. In the way his crimson eyes softened when they met yours.

“Katsuki,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “why do you... do all this? For me, I mean.”

He stiffened slightly but didn’t look away. “Why wouldn’t I?” he said, his tone defensive, like the answer was obvious. “You’re important to me.”

The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Your breath caught, and before you could stop yourself, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He stared at your joined hands, his expression unreadable, before squeezing back.

“You’re important to me too,” you said softly, the words carrying more weight than you expected.

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the glow of the city, something between you clicked. There were no fireworks, no dramatic declarations, but as Katsuki leaned in, his forehead brushing gently against yours, you realized you didn’t need them. This- his warmth, his presence- was more than enough.

[wttcsms]

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST !!

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ ⌞hiya! i'm yocchan, your guide to this masterlist! it's my job to tell you to please proceed with caution! wttcsms has created a blog that is a designated space meant only for those 18 years+! there's a high likelihood that the content below is nsfw/dark content. ⌝

⌞ if you understand and are willing to still continue, then you should know that this masterlist is organized by tumblr posting date! ⌝

⌞this masterlist was last updated on jan. 23, 2025! ⌝ ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

RIN ITOSHI !!

rin with a breeding kink (thirst post) rin itoshi is not emotionally stable enough for missionary (concept) domesticity with rin (headcanon) alone together (series masterlist) jealous!rin (headcanon) rin's good luck charm (headcanon) single!dad rin (concept post) rin x publicist!reader (concept post) why are you at my door at 10:57 pm? (sfw drabble) rin x scaredy cat gf (headcanon) rin itoshi eats it like a champ confirmed (nsfw drabble) lover! (headcanon) bark like you want it! wag!reader (headcanon) rin's stamina (headcanon) hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

KENYU YUKIMIYA !!

why kenyu stares at you so often (headcanon) adore me, mark your territory (nsfw/dc one shot)

YOICHI ISAGI !!

ravenous (nsfw one shot) jealous!isagi (headcanon) yoichi's good luck charm (headcanon) isagi when reader wears lingerie (headcanon) isagi = 'she can ride my face i don't want nothing in return' core (nsfw concept post) dad!isagi fluff (drabble) coach's daughter!reader x isagi (nsfw concept) isagi's grimy kid (headcanon) lover! (headcanon) bark like you want it! wag!reader (headcanon) if you feel like falling (series masterlist) isagi is the best bf confirmed (headcanon) teacher!reader (concept) silly bf isagi (headcanon) let you lock me down tonight (nsfw one shot) isagi's idea of aftercare (headcanon) do it softly now, baby! (headcanon) hallmark holiday! (headcanon) post-game hard-on (headcanon)

SHOUEI BAROU !!

jealous!barou (headcanon) do it softly now, baby! (headcanon) hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

HYOMA CHIGIRI !!

chigiri's good luck charm (headcanon)

SAE ITOSHI !!

it always leads to you (series masterlist) sae + victory sex (nsfw drabble) secretly clingy bf (headcanon) do it softly now, baby! (headcanon) situationship warriors (concept) i want all your tomorrows (drabble)

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI !!

kuni + idol!reader (concept) lover! (headcanon) bark like you want it! wag!reader (headcanon) do it softly now, baby (headcanon)

SEISHIRO NAGI !!

nagi x reo's younger sister!reader (concept) lover! (headcanon) bark like you want it! wag!reader (headcanon) now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night (nsfw one shot) it's the little things (concept) hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

ZANTETSU TSURUGI !!

shoujo-esque tropes with zantetsu (concept)

OLIVER AIKU !!

oliver with a john tucker must die plot (concept) hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

REO MIKAGE !!

lover! (headcanon) bark like you want it! wag!reader (headcanon)

SHUTO SENDOU !!

do it softly now, baby! (headcanon)

JINPACHI EGO !!

hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

NOEL NOA !!

hallmark holiday! (headcanon)

[amourquinn]

( drabble ) lips

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 813

genre : fluff warnings : mentions of cuts

summary : quinn comes back home after a game with an injury you weren’t expecting

「 author’s note 」 i had a few hc in mind about his lip injury😵‍💫 ( it looks sm better now im glad for him ❤️‍🩹 )

the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door pulled your attention away from the book in your hands. you glanced at the clock—just past 11 pm. the canucks had unfortunately lost a hard-fought game, and you had been anxiously awaiting quinn’s return. he always looked exhausted after a loss, ready to sink into the couch and talk about the highs and lows of the night.

as the door opened, you rose to greet him, a smile already on your face. but it faltered the moment you saw him. his lip. his poor top lip was split and swollen, the redness stark against his pale skin.

“quinn! what happened?” you gasped, rushing to him.

“it’s nothing,” he replied with a shrug, attempting a smile that only made you wince. “took a stick to the face. happens all the time.”

your eyes widened. “nothing? quinn, that looks awful!”

he dropped his hockey bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, waving a dismissive hand. “really, it’s fine. it’s just a cut.”

“just a—” you cut yourself off, shaking your head in exasperation. you grabbed his hand, leading him to sit on the couch. “let me look at it.”

“i’m okay,” he said gently, his free hand landing on top of yours to stop your fussing. his eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth tugged upward slightly. “i promise, babe. it looks worse than it feels.”

you sighed, still not convinced. “are you sure? did you disinfect it? does it hurt when you—”

“y/n, i’m fine,” quinn interrupted, chuckling softly despite the way his lip stretched uncomfortably. “i swear. but i really need a shower.”

you reluctantly let him go, watching him disappear into the bathroom. the sound of running water filled the apartment, but your worry lingered. quinn was always brushing off injuries, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt.

after his shower, he emerged looking refreshed, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. he dropped onto the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion. you tucked yourself beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek to avoid his injured lip.

“goodnight, angel,” he murmured sleepily.

“goodnight, q,” you whispered, still worrying as you watched him drift off.

⊹₊⟡⋆

the next morning, you were in the kitchen making coffee when quinn shuffled in, still looking half-asleep. he sat at the table, resting his chin on his hand as you placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of him.

you turned to grab your own plate, but when you looked back, quinn was just staring at his food, poking at it with his fork.

“not hungry?” you asked, frowning.

“no, i am,” he said, his voice muffled. “it’s just… my lip.”

you tilted your head, studying him. his top lip looked even more swollen than last night, the cut more pronounced now that it had started to scab. your heart twisted at the sight.

“babe, you should’ve told me it was this bad,” you said, your voice laced with concern.

he gave you a sheepish look. “didn’t think it’d swell up this much.”

you sighed, scooping up his untouched plate. “i’ll make you something easier to eat.”

“y/n, you don’t have to—”

“shh. just let me take care of you, okay?” you interrupted, flashing him a small smile.

in no time, you whipped up a bowl of oatmeal, making sure it was soft enough not to hurt his lip. you set it in front of him, watching as he hesitantly took a bite.

“better?” you asked.

“yeah,” he admitted, his voice warm with gratitude. “thanks, baby.”

you leaned against the counter, a thought crossing your mind. “i’m going to pick up some disinfectant. that cut needs to heal properly.”

before he could argue, you were already grabbing your coat and heading out the door.

when you returned, quinn was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you handed him the small bottle of disinfectant, sitting beside him.

“alright, let’s take care of this,” you said, gently tilting his face toward you.

he winced slightly as you dabbed the solution onto his lip, your touch as careful as possible. “you’re spoiling me,” he teased, though his eyes shone with appreciation.

“someone has to, since you won’t take care of yourself,” you quipped, a playful smile on your lips.

when you were done, you leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the uninjured corner of his mouth.

“thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft.

“you don’t have to thank me,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “just promise me you’ll be more careful.”

he chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “i’ll try. for you.”

and for the rest of the day, you made it your mission to ensure he was comfortable, supported, and, most importantly, reminded of just how much he was loved—even with a swollen, battle-scarred lip.

© amourquinn

[goyangenero]

fic recommendations 1

(nct, ateez, txt, svt)

(18+)

i will update this list/ create more as I continue to read. if there’s a fic you think I should add/check out lmk.

NCT

mark

sunday sinner (ft. haechan) by @smileysuh (church boy! mark) haechan and y/n are fwb, and mark gets a boner in church. I read this religiously. This genre of mark makes my atheist soul go brr

hi(gh) roomie! by @hazyhae (stoner!roommate!mark) is mark still high, or did he really just hear that from y/n’s room? time to investigate!

renjun

renjun learns so fast... (bsf! renjun) by @nebularsung it's all in the title y'all. he's just so smart.

chenle

2:27 pm by @ant-onie (bsf!chenle) y/n is there and chenle is eating dessert

ATEEZ

jongho

chained (2) by @sunshineyuyu (jealous! jongho, mentions of previous yunho and y/n encounter found here) jongho is jealous of yunho and y/n found out what in the bathroom?

san

apt for two by @i-like-loserz (sub! san) just big, beautiful, pathetic drunk! san making y/n watch his fan cams

obsessed by @hwallazia (virgin! san) the cat that’s eager to please

wooyoung

right here (2) by @0097linersb (bsf! to lovers) wooyoung helping y/n in the most platonic way possible with his his nose.

mingi

just for show…right by @hwaretic (fake dating! to lovers) y/n thinks his acting is good and mingi’s just living his fantasy

fwb! mingi by @minkieater mingi does what y/n's ex couldnt

first by @anylady-fics y/n asks mingi for help and mingi is more than willing.

yunho

sweat by @minkieater y/n's natural desire to consume yunho is enhanced by his sweat.

TXT

gyu

the drabble (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) by @delugyu gyus slow decent into madness after inexperienced! y/n asks him for help on how to please taehyun

cold, cursed city (part 1) (part 2) by @delugyu desperate bsf! gyu clinging onto y/n. why would she need anyone else when he's right here?

SVT

wonwoo

heaven knows (ft. mingyu) by @straylightdream (roommates! to lovers) mingyu has nightmares, wonwoo and y/n are there to comfort him

no face by @smileysuh (faceless camboy! wonwoo) cheol gets the frat into making OF content and wonwoo has a lot of fans, including y/n.

wicked games (ft. mingyu) ongoing series by @hannieween wonwoo and mingyu love y/n, and y/n cries a lot. i'm emotionally torn bc i don't know how it's gonna end.

also: if anyone has woozi fics plz comment them. I wanted to tag hannieehaee fics, but they deactivated 🥲

[cowgirlcherrie]

STARTEAM ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ volleyball! loser! ellie drabble

a/n: there is no plot for this it’s just a thought I haven’t been able to shake since seeing the amazing volleyball! ellie art by @caspervi ♡♡

volleyball! ellie art. support their work here!

update: also just realized @elliespeach has a wonderful volleyball! ellie fic and basically kickstarted the idea so support their work here too !!

content: 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, lowk saliva play if u squint bro, fem! water girl! reader

— song(s): STARTEAM by lastclass & byelilfly

Ellie was in timeout. 

Well not literally, but being benched felt like she was. Suddenly she was 5 again and her teacher was moving her card to red, for her indecent behavior. Ellie wanted to whine, she wanted to fight back – bitch and moan. She had been putting in the work! Up in the gymnasium at the crevice of the glowing somber night to practice her bumping and setting; perfecting her spikes and it seemed as if she would never get to reach tranquility. She couldn’t be an ace, she couldn’t beat her opponents. 

She was drenched in sweat head-to-toe —  the fabric of her jersey sticking to her chest like glue. Beads of fresh sweat dripped down her forehead as she licked her dehydrated lips. She needed to breathe. But Ellie didn’t know breath control. She didn’t know stopping either, her routine was damaged, she was jaded and her brain was fuzzy the plays didn’t even make sense to her. Her brain was insanely flawed.  Nothing but incoherent doodles as her coach yelled in her face to take 5. 

All she knew was routine:

Wake up at 5 am. Go for a run at 7 am. Nutritious breakfast at 9 am. Practice 10-4 pm. A quick nap and muscle soak before a game.

All her hard work burned into ashes; eventually to dust and crumbs as it became nothing but a false sense of dedication. Sleepless nights and aching muscles just to be benched. Ellie was incandescent. Her eyebrows furrowed, cheeks a pulsing red – like clown makeup from the intensity. Her blood cells flowed healthily and her heartbeat was in the root of her ears like the pulsing of the music that kept her going.  While some may say a body is a temple; her’s was a ticking time bomb ready to go off in any second. 

Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes open, the sound of sneakers against the freshly polished floors made her eardrums bleed, similar to scraping a metal ruler against a school board. 

Dropping her head as she looked down at her legs. Her thighs were drenched in sweat the shin guards cutting off any circulation, making her thighs look wonderfully plump and 10x more muscular. Ellie was becoming hyper-aware until a sudden tap on her back and a sweet toothache-inducing smell filled her nostrils. 

It was you.

The water girl, her hero. Just the right person to fix her cravings. A thin white ridged paper cup in your hand with water filled to the brim as you held it out in front of you with a gentle smile. Ellie always thought your sweetness was ravishing. She thought her teammates were undeserving of such pleasure and authenticity from you. The other girls would dim your light – and by dimming it she meant flirting with you. Calling you sweetheart and asking to take you out to dinner which was followed by your rich voice telling them, “It’s unprofessional!” but she was too bashful to admit it; she wanted to do it too. 

The word baby could not escape her lips without being immediately flustered by it, Ellie was too smitten and starstruck by you. Quiet and lightly spoken, hell she was called ‘Bitchless 7 Williams’ for a reason. Stuttering over her words, hands shakier than ever, her affection becoming aggression she wanted nothing more than to drag herself out. She wishes she could be more flirty, more outspoken; then just maybe she would have been lucky to snag you, her water girl. 

You knew she could get down, she palpably could get rough with the right motivation. It was the way her anger transcended on the court, you were sure it would manifest in other places too. But part of you loved it, it turned you on, when you were alone at night, entangled in your duvet as you wondered what she would look like calling out your name. She was a fucking loser, a pathetic whiney player that still took the fall.

Initially, you thought you were sweeter; more gentle but Ellie was more bashful than you. She wasn’t like her teammates. Ellie didn’t make eye contact with you at all or call you names. She did, however, stare at your boobs for too long through your tightly fitting workout jacket that hugged every crevice of your body just right. Giving your boobs an extra push. It was perverted, but you caught her every time. Coincidentally that’s what got you hooked on her. You weren’t going to stop her. 

Like a hound dog you could smell what she wanted, you never failed to see the drool finally dripping from her tongue that she masked by bringing up her cup with great speed as the stretchy saliva dripped down the edge of her fingers and her cup. You did notice how she would leave a sticky residue; her clear fluids all over the cup before handing it back to you. Running off right before you can get a word in.

“Hope you’re thirsty It took me hooours to pour this” you teased, holding out the cup towards Ellie with a smile. That soft grin of yours that easily made anyone swoon on you. Ellie caught herself doing it again. In a room with so many people, her team, friends, and family, she sent a quick look at your boobs before looking back at the sparkles in your eyes. Like diamonds and pearls; vibrant and warm. Lewd thoughts raced in her brain like gnats. 

She was giving you teeth, as she took her shirt up; again, to wipe her forehead clear of the everflowing liquid. 

“Oh yeah,” Ellie taunted back, with a smirk on her face. She wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from, so she reached out to take the cup from you. Bringing the cup up to her lips as she tilted her head back, taking large gulps of the water not breaking eye contact with you. You saw the string of saliva again as she dropped the cup from her lips, taking a soft breath. 

“More . . .” Her voice was breathy as if she ran a mile. 

“More what?”

“More water…please?” Ellie pleaded, she spoke fast and in a whisper shaking the empty cup as she handed it back to you.

“Sure thing Els,” You confirmed taking the cup from her hands feeling the sudden dampness of her drool around the cup. Almost damaging to the deteriorating paper. “You got something here”

You pointed to your own chin with your pointer finger, as Ellie quickly rushed a hand up to wipe off any excess liquid with the back of her hands, fingertips covered in bandaids. 

“Sorry,” it was a quiet whisper. 

You turned to the back this time giving Ellie a full view of the way you looked in the short shorts — that were almost as tight as your top. Ellie had to look away. Almost as if she were being under surveillance, she had to behave; control her wandering eyes that betrayed her more than often.

Just as you were about to give Ellie the cup again, a shout from her coach filled the spacey gymnasium. With that simple shout, Ellie became a machine. Lifting her legs up forgetting about her water request and rushed back onto the court. If she was so lucky to have the chance, she’ll fetch the water from you later. Hopefully with a reward on her back. 

Williams! Back on the court! Let’s try it again #7 Hustle! 

[diamonddaze01]

Find your favorite constellation!

| f = fluff | h = humor | a = angst | s = suggestive | m = mature (MINORS DNI) | ☆ tara’s favs

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one-shots and series⋆⭒˚.⋆

baby, darling, light of my entire life | f, h | 2.4k ╰┈➤ it's laughable how much you forget when you drink.

contractual obligations | f, a, s | SERIES: ONGOING

oh, baby! | f, h | 5.4k ╰┈➤in which jeonghan knows he's the bestest of friends, so why can't you tell him your secret? read as: jeonghan knows you're pregnant. you have to be, right?

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[game over!] | f, h| 0.9k [uh oh] | f, s | 1.0k

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one-shots and series⋆⭒˚.⋆

on poetry and homecomings | f, s | 2.0k ╰┈➤jeonghan has apparently started reading poetry. 

full throttle (part i) | (part ii) | f, h, a, m | 37.3k | ☆ ╰┈➤ maybe it's time to go full throttle, both on and off the track. ⋆｡°✩ prequel drabbles: [on the record] | [off the record] ⋆｡°✩ sequel drabbles: [bad for business] | [invisible string]

oh, baby! | f, h | 5.4k ╰┈➤ in which jeonghan knows he's the bestest of friends, so why can't you tell him your secret? read as: jeonghan knows you're pregnant. you have to be, right?

missed calls | f, a | 3.7k ╰┈➤ It’s a strange kind of ache, missing someone who feels so close and so far.

ASH AND AETHER | f, a, h | SERIES: ONGOING ╰┈➤ this is berk.

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[the choices we live with] | a | 1.0k [on the record] | f, h | 1.3k [sore memories] | a, f | 1.3k [off the record] | f, h | 1.3k [fight my way] | f, a | 1.1k [bad for business] | f, s | 0.9k [DIY (why)] | f, h | 1.0k [invisible string] | f, h | 2.0k [test drive] | f, h | 1.1K [skyfall] | f | 0.9K

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one-shots and series⋆⭒˚.⋆

ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ♡✧ | f | 2.6k ╰┈➤ Joshua is drunk. You know this because he keeps smiling at you.

bound by blood and fate | a, f | 9.9k | ☆ ╰┈➤ “Tell me something, soldier,” you whispered, your voice low, carrying just enough venom to draw blood. “Does your fate feel like a noose?”

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[plan b-day] | f | 1.5k

╰┈➤ the stars are aligning....

╰┈➤ the stars are aligning....

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one-shots and series⋆⭒˚.⋆

Error 404: Feelings Not Found | f, a, h | 4.0k | ☆ ╰┈➤ Wonwoo has always been comfortable in the world of logic.  But his crush on you? A catastrophic anomaly in his otherwise perfectly functioning system.

beautiful fool | a | 5.1k ╰┈➤ Foolishly, Wonwoo let himself hope.

hesitate | a, f | 5k ╰┈➤Time is supposed to soften things, isn’t it? To sand down the sharp edges of old memories, to make the past feel like something distant, untouchable. And yet. 

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[night time book club] | f | 1.6k [do you like me?] | f | 0.9k

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lilac wine | s, a | 2.7k ╰┈➤ In the dark, Jihoon learns how to break you apart and build you back together, piece by piece.

love you the mostest | f | 2.1k ╰┈➤ happy birthday, jihoon <3

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[permission not required] | f | 0.8k [to you] | f | 1.1k [11:38 PM] | f, h | 1.1k [us, again] | a | 1.3k [고맙다] | a, f | 1.4k

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golden promises | a, f | 5.6k | ☆ ╰┈➤ And so it began. Minghao, who believed in fate, and you, who didn’t.

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[on coffee and confessions] | f | 1.0k [second opinion] | f, h | 1.0k [run] | a, f | 1.3k

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one-shots and series⋆⭒˚.⋆

love: best served hot | f | 2.7k ╰┈➤even when he’s exhausted, mingyu wants to care for you.  ⋆｡°✩ associated drabbles: [seasoned with love] [the way the cookie crumbles]

second servings | f, m | 3.7k ╰┈➤ "“And what better way to show you how…grateful I am than to kneel in front of you?"

˙⋆✮ drabbles ✮⋆˙

[silence, at its loudest] | a | 1.1k [seasoned with love] | f | 0.9k [the way the cookie crumbles] | f |

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the somerset affair | f, a, s | SERIES: ONGOING ╰┈➤ the three times Lord Lee Seokmin, Duke of Lancaster, asks you to stay, and the one time you do.

happy seokmin day (again and again and again) | f, h | 3.5k ╰┈➤ Seokmin’s birthday is stuck on repeat, and he’s starting to wonder if he’s ever going to get the chance to say what’s really on his mind—if the universe ever lets him, that is.

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Plan B (for Boo) | f, h | 9.0k ╰┈➤ it’s just a stupid pact. what could possibly go wrong?

nice try, love | f, h, s | 5.6k ╰┈➤ Okay FINE, maybe planning a surprise birthday party isn’t your strong suit, but at least it’s the thought that counts… right?

fake it til you make it | f, a, h | 18k | ☆ ╰┈➤ You could honestly throttle Seokmin right now. Of all the half-baked, caffeine-fueled ideas he’s ever had, convincing the entire office that you and Seungkwan—your sworn nemesis and parking spot thief—are madly in love might just take the cake.

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what's up, danger? | f | 4.1k ╰┈➤ There were a million things you expected on your first day at Williams, but a driver waiting for you at your desk with a napkin sketch in hand was not one of them.

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if heaven is real | a | 2.0k ╰┈➤ “and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.” - fatima aamer bilal

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[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: kate @blizzardfluffykpop req: sunwoo x reader | but i like you by boynextdoor summary: sunwoo has a crush and it’s driving him crazy. genre: college au | campus crush, strangers to lovers, fluff (no gendered pronouns but there is one mention of ‘girlfriend’) warnings: none wc: 1.6k words an: the draft was longer than this drabble but i actually held back from posting it all this time because this officially became a wip (help i have three sunwoo wips right now damn it).. who knows how fast i’ll get them out while working throughout the week, but writing your requests are truly the highlight of week! thank you soo much kate for requesting <3 stars: @blizzardfluffykpop @hyungseos-cafe @from-izzy @winterchimez @carrotsworld @jaehunnyy masterlist | @deoboyznet taking in your requests!!! — send a tbz member + song that reminds you of spring <3

sunwoo hardly believed in fairytales, but he was convinced you walked out of one.

trying to catch your breath from running, you swung open the lecture hall door a little stronger than you expected, assuming the huge handle was as heavy as it looked. 

in contrast to the dim room, the sunlight coming up from behind was shining at you like a spotlight. 

your hair was disheveled from your dire attempt to attend class on time. but in his eyes, it fell in a graceful yet effortless manner, simply complementing your beauty rather than demanding to be noticed. your flowy outfit and light steps brought back spring in the middle of august. or maybe it was your eyes that sparked so much life in this early morning. 

sunwoo’s heart started racing, not able to figure out whether it was because of you or the caffeine from half-empty latte in his hand. 

he suddenly caught your gaze, and your embarrassed smile nearly threw him in a loop. 

‘definitely not the coffee,’ he thought.

you searched for an empty seat in the room, disappointed at the chance of needing to walk all the way to the front, where most students have avoided taking. sunwoo slowly takes his bag off the seat next to him. 

'please sit next to me,' he whispered to himself like a mantra.

“you at the back,” the professor, dr. love, called out.

you looked around the general area before you processed who she was talking about. pointing at yourself like a lost little duck, you gathered how awkward the situation had become with 200 students looking straight at you.

“yes, you! stop looking around and take a seat,” dr. love said, “sit next to that boy with his mouth open staring at you-”

the whole room erupts in hollers and laughter. sunwoo quickly looked away. he knew everyone was looking at him, yet continued to deny any claim that he was the one dr. love was talking about. 

fortunately, you were too occupied to clearly make out what the professor said. apologizing, you picked the next available seat nearest you and started unpacking your bag. sunwoo’s cheeks burned the moment he sensed shuffling beside him, too nervous to look and check you had chosen to sit next to him after all. 

the professor moved past everything once everyone settled in to continue the lecture. 

when he finally gained the courage to look around him, sunwoo steals another glance at you. he could have sworn you locked eyes once again. he stopped listening to what dr. love was saying about the syllabus for the rest of class after that.

maybe, waking up for this class five days a week will be worth it.

…

“did someone kidnap sunwoo and replaced him without us knowing?” eric asked.

the whole crew—eric, hyunjae, haknyeon, chanhee, changmin—were walking downtown after his game, opting for a dinner out while it's still warm out past 5 PM. sunwoo heard his name out of context when he caught up with them, dismissed from his debrief with his cohort at the clinic. 

haknyeon and changmin looked at each other and suppressed a chuckle. sunwoo squeezed between the two and put his arms around them. 

“say something and i’ll seriously ki-”

“-sunwoo found himself a lil’ girlfriend!” chanhee chirped, shrugging as changmin slapped his arm.

“argh!!! how could you-”

“i didn’t say anything!” changmin insisted.

eric throws his head back, shocked to his core, “oh my god- he’s not denying it.”

“no- of course not- it’s not, i mean… of course it’s not true,” sunwoo stumbled upon his words.

it wasn’t a surprise that his friends would question what he was up to, seemingly becoming a changed person overnight.

haknyeon knew something was up when he no longer needed to turn off his roommate’s alarm for once. initially dreading the fact that he was stuck in the infamous 8 AM attendance-required lecture across campus, sunwoo’s enthusiasm now was undeniable. at times, he even had the time to buy coffee from changmin during his opening shift at the library cafe. 

“eric, you saw something?” hyunjae asked, pouting, but unable to contain his excitement. nobody catches him up about matters like this anymore, neck deep in his coursework and part-time fellowship with his professor as a fourth-year. 

“i wish,” eric shook his head, “i see him everyday coming into class early- our team passes that building on our morning runs every wednesday and friday.”

defeated, sunwoo stayed silent, careful not to give anything away. 

he couldn’t come clean about his silly crush, and if he was being honest, it would be more accurate to say it’s a crushing infatuation. on the rare occasions he sat anywhere remotely close to you, he was only able to gather these three things: you were a freshman, a psychology major, and your name was y/n.

“that’s all you know?” haknyeon asked, almost shouting from surprise.

“he probably didn’t even get all that by actually talking to y/n-”

sunwoo was going to open his mouth to defend himself, but closed it back after accepting changmin was right.

“classes started a month ago,” haknyeon furrowed his eyebrows, half- disappointed and half-frustrated from this realization.

“he’s a helpless case,” chanhee sighed, before walking into the restaurant first and checking their table in.

sunwoo was too stunned to move another step. he didn’t realize a whole month had passed, but could barely count the times he shared a couple of words with you in one hand.

the rest of the guys tap sunwoo in the back, whispering a series of good luck and you can do it before walking in. somehow, the gesture still managed to feel like a pitiful mockfest to the poor guy. he was beginning to think he was helpless himself.

eric stayed to offer his friend some help, “hm- you know that name sounds familiar. tell you what- i have this friend, kevin, he’s also a psych major and works at the student center by the dorms-”

“are you telling me to spy and stalk my crush?” sunwoo asked, terrified.

“if you knew what others do to know more about their crush” eric started, but decided not to finish his sentence. he shook his head and sighed exactly like chanhee did and whispered something under his breath.

 “trust, you’ll thank me later.”

…

thursday, 6:30 PM 

bennett hall, room 305

sunwoo stares at the note eric left him. even after insisting he would never accept his help without knowing how he got his intel…his legs ended up bringing him in front of the building. 

i have ten minutes to turn back and walk away, he thinks while staring at a small flyer pinned to the wall that advertised the university’s film club meetings, confirming he was at the right place.

“sunwoo, right?” 

his heart dropped to his stomach when he heard your voice. sunwoo hesitates before moving from his stance, already recognizing your voice before his eyes fell on you. 

“sunwoo, from dr. love’s class?”

“y/n,” he grinned like a fool, only calling out your name instead of answering you properly.

sunwoo looked at your surprised expression, holding back any indication that the reason he’s here has finally showed up. you switched back and forth from looking at him and the poster on the wall, connecting the dots.

“are you here for the film club?” you smiled.

sunwoo mindlessly fidgeted with the note on his hand and quickly crumpled it back to his pocket, “i- i am.”

“i’m in it too! this is great- we’re always looking for new members. is it your first time?”

sunwoo nodded. he couldn’t believe you remembered his name, much less recognize him outside of class. 

while trying to get it together as he freaks out on the inside, he listens to your lengthy intro of the club. you went on and on and on, not knowing he was still trying to get over the fact that you were exchanging more than five words to one another. 

a leaf falls on your head as you were talking when sunwoo reaches out to take it off. 

his hand moved faster than his thoughts, stricken by his nerves when he finally realized what he was doing. you stopped talking for a second, looking at what was on his hand.

“sorry- there was a leaf.”

“oh- okay.”

he coughed to break the awkward tension, sensing you had lost your train of thought. sunwoo took a step back, putting a small distance between you. he pressed his lips together and smiled with his eyes, ready to beat himself up later for losing his cool in front of you (again).

“anyway- did anyone invite you?” you went back to what you were saying.

sunwoo had long forgotten what eric explained when he was handed the note. he lies and told you no one invited him.

“okay..” you smirked, closing the distance he just put between you and urged him to lean a little closer, “then, can you tell the club, i invited you?”

you explained that you get a referral perk for bringing in new members, increasing your chance to win a collectible item at the end of the month. 

sunwoo didn’t think you could become even more adorable until that moment. 

he was already devising a plan to force his friends to join the club in his head if it meant you would smile at him like that again.

'you could ask me to tell everyone you saved me from a burning building and i would do it,' he thought. 

lost in your bubble, you didn’t pay attention to the time until you glanced at your phone.

“-we’re gonna be late!” you jumped.

sunwoo follows you in without a word and walks up the stairs. you turned the hallway to the left and found the projector room like its routine. you reached for the door before pausing and turning to sunwoo. 

“i'm really glad you came today,” you whispered before opening the door, giving him no time to respond.

sunwoo had a feeling he’ll remember this exact moment long after today.

[qveenofgluttony]

Closed mouths don't get fed, open up your jaws

Until there's nothing left at the monster's ball~!

Queen Beelzebub's 603rd annual Masquerade Ball. A winter ball held in the royal palace right in the Gluttony Ring of Hell. Hosted by Princess Beelza aka Bee!

An RP Event (3rd year anniversary!!!) hosted by: @qveenofgluttony/@infernal-feminae

Graphic made by the amazing and talented: @phoenixborn!

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General Info:

Event takes placed from December 13-15th. Starting on Friday evening 6 pm Central Time.

Mutuals and non-mutuals welcome to participate.

RSVP by liking or reblogging this post! This invitation will be sent to your muse(s) for them to respond IC if you want.

Please use the tag Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball for the event.

Look forward to live music performances, contests, and other mini events!

Costumes or formal wear are a must!

Guidelines:

Muses who received a formal invitation are allowed to bring another muse as their plus one.

Since my Beelzebub is now a fandomless OC, both Hellaverse and non-Hellaverse muses are welcome to participate!

My Beelzebub will be disguised as another demon throughout this entire event. Muses are still welcome to interact with her if they wish, but she will take on a form they would not be familiar with.

In addition, her daughter, canon!Bee aka Beelza will be hosting in her place.

This event is not chronologically locked. If you want to continue any threads after the actual event feel free!

I’ll write a drabble/open starter to kick off the event, but if anyone wants to send me an ask or starter beforehand due to time constraints please feel free!

I will be posting throughout the next few weeks to give more info on certain events and gathering participants for the contests as well as posting a schedule outline.

Events:

Costume contest.

Couples dancing 'contest.'

Live performances by Princess Beelza and Verosika Mayday. (I will be using my Verosika muse be default but if any Verosika muns would like their Veros to perform instead, feel free to DM me and let me know ASAP!)

Open Mic.

After dark activities

There is an unofficial game where guests try to guess my Beelzebub's identity by the time the ball ends. Whoever is able to correctly guess first wins a grand reward of their choosing--within reason.

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Any other questions regarding the event my DMs are open!

[solannn]

i dunno if reqs are still open, if sent at wrong time I'm so so sorry </3 (or if the fandom/anime I'm trying to request is not in ur list) I wanna request headcannons or drabbles aboutt 15!Chuuya (or Dazai, you can choose>_<) x w/ 15-16(?) y/o reader that has the same personality as Kyouko Sakura or maybe Mami Tomoe from puella magi? (Or the same ability) once again if this doesn't make sense i'm deeply sorry— puella magi and bsd has my HEART at the moment p-p

‘‘𝐏𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈’’

ᥫ᭡ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⤷ Chuuya, Dazai with someone who’s like mami tomoe & kyouko sakura from puella magi. headcanon, gn reader, ooc for chuuya and non-consistency. Hints of male ( ? )

DAZAI OSAMU ;

( mami tomoe )

• i think, Dazai would be slightly intrigued by you, the first time he met you. You were assigned for a mission for the first, you seemed more experienced in mission than he does.

• It’s a long time since you’ve been paired with someone around your age, you felt lonely after doing mission alone. Mori didn’t want you feel so isolated since you’re so most experimented teen in pm, so after Soukoku’s first mission together he pairs you with Dazai.

• Dazai founded you rather, interesting. You were enough stong to fight on your own, and had a sense of personal justice to help anyone. He never really saw your ability during the mission, he wants to know what’s your ability about.

• he would maybe stubborn around, trying to find what’s special about you, how long you’ve been here, and how did you met Mori. His question was also intrusive to your liking, however you didn’t mind answering It.

"What’s your ability ?" Dazai asked, while playing with his Game console. His curiousity was slowly peaking out after their missions. [Name] rather a calm person, who doesn’t say about themselves much, unless you ask him. The brown haired male groaned as he lost his game, so he slightly looks up gaining back his attention on [Name]. ".., "I can summon percussion-lock rifled muskets, which are weapons or are used as a melee weapon. " You stated, as eyes met Dazai’s. The male in front of him lower his brows faintly. "that’s seems cool if you know how to use it." He admitted, his mouth forming a pout expecting a cooler ability. But, maybe you had cool way to use It. "Silly question, how long have you been here ?" He inquired, suddenly his pouty expression changed to serious one. "Four years ago." You revealed, you have been here, the longest time you could remember. His mouth gapped apart, this long ? "Before, you came here, i felt lonely. Nobody at my age was here to do mission with me." You admitted, your friendless state when you were younger. "ohhh" is the only sound that came out of Dazai’s throat.

Osamu now, appreciate you congratulations !!

CHUUYA NAKAHARA ;

( kyouko sakura )

• Chuuya noticed you, when you were walking around. His eyes always caught yours wherever you are here in pm or outside for a mission.

• Usually, he never saw you inside the pm. So that is why, he doesn’t know much about you. He heard some 'rumors' about you, some were about you fighting with the other members, as if you didn’t careless about them or just you being selfish. Some person said, that he shouldn’t go near you.

• His choose was to confront you, to see if you were as bad as they thought, and won’t hesitate to retaliate if you became aggressive towards him. When he saw you, you were chilling eating [fav food] in peace.

"So, you’re [Name], right ?" He asked you, his step became heavy to your ears, the heels of his boots tapped on the ground as he got closer, he was getting closer to you. "yeah ? Why are you even asking this?" You buntly spoke, eating the bite of your food. You expression was rather calm, you didn’t show any sigh of selfishness or anything, you just enjoyed your time. His brows narrowed faintly, those stupid rumors seems false when he saw you. "Is this about those person, i fight with ? Isn’t it ?" You inquired, looking at him. "Hah, you don’t seems like a bad person huh ?" A grin appears on the corner of his mouth. "ugh, whatever you say." A sweat drop flowed down your forehead, putting you chins on you palm. "I’m not cruel," You spoke, rolling you eyes. "But i’m not nice neither." You sarcastically stated. "Huh ?" A confuse sound came out of Chuuya’s mouth. He had to admitted, both of them resembled each other without meaning to. You were hot-headed, so he is. He’s the type of person would never get along with his partner, Dazai. And You don’t get along with anoyone, but both of you are still reasonable person to talk with. Might a future sign of them getting along, and tries to trust each other, having their sweet spot with each other and them trying to giving each other a will of life and humanity and its not their fault 🙏⁉️

A/N ; HELPP IDK WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO W CHUUYA HEKP…

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Misunderstanding

Kim Namjoon x Y/N - Drabble - 1.1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, cheating accusations, l bombs, reader crying, swearing?, happy ending because I live for fluff

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Namjoon had suspected something was going on for a while but now, looking down at your phone, he had proof.

Jung Taewoo: I’m glad you enjoyed today's little game :) see you Thursday at 3 PM!

Y/N: Sounds good! Would you like to link at the library or mine? Joon won't be home until 7 PM so we could have more time :D 

Jung Taewoo: Your’s sounds great, see you then! 

His face felt hot, his mouth dry, his throat with an immovable lump,and his heart… it felt like it was breaking. He loved you, truly. You were it for him, there was no other person he wanted or would ever want as much as he did you. And to see it in black and white, to see you toss him aside for another. It hurt; no… it absolutely crushed him. He wanted to feel angry but all he could feel was sorrow. His head snapped up as you walked out of the bathroom, drying your hair in one of his shirts. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you chuckled, “you ok?” you asked sweetly as you tossed the towel into the hamper and crawled into the bed to sit next to him.

“You got a text.” he mumbled.

“Oh? From who?” you asked, kissing his cheek.

Namjoon stood up abruptly, “Taewoo.” he said as he tossed your phone on the bed and walked out of the bedroom. 

You froze momentarily before quickly following him, “Did you read it?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yep. How long?” he asked, leaning against the counter. You had never seen him look so detached and emotionless.

“What?” you asked with confusion.

“How long have you been fucking him behind my back?” he asked with an eerily monotone voice. 

“You think I’m cheating on you?” you asked, completely bewildered at his accusation. You loved him more than life itself, he knew that. Didn’t he?

“What am I supposed to think? You sneak around, telling me you’re busy with “important stuff” all the time. I didn’t know another man's dick would be so important that you have the balls to cheat on me but not break up with me first like a decent human. I… I thought you loved me.” he said with some disgust but also some sadness tinging his voice. 

You stepped towards him but he stepped back. “Joonie I didn’t… I haven’t… I wouldn’t… I love you, this is a big misunderstanding.” 

“Don’t fucking call me that… A misunderstanding? Love? You have a very interesting way of showing it.” he said with an exasperated sigh. He rubbed his face not knowing what to do. He made his way to the front door, slipping on his shoes. 

“I can explain if you’d just let me!” you said as you followed him. He grabbed his sweatshirt off the wall hook before opening the door, “He’s my tutor!” you shouted quickly.

Namjoon stopped, turning to look at you momentarily. “Tutor?” he said with disbelief still haunting his tone.

“I wanted to surprise you… I’ve been learning Korean for the past three months. He’s from Seoul National University… I swear Joonie - Namjoon, we can call and ask or I can show you the checks I’ve been giving him every month…” you said, tears starting to stream down your face as you spoke quickly, your voice watery and full of sniffles.

Namjoon saw the truth in your eyes and immediately felt awful. He shut the door, “What little game was he talking about?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” you said, not recognizing what he was referring to. 

“He said you played a little game today,” he explained.

“It was a word recognition game… to see if my writing and alphabet recognition was as good as my speech.” you said as you quickly pulled up the game Taewoo had sent you to practice on your own time. You handed the phone to Namjoon.

His eyes looked it over, “Fuck…” he whispered, feeling like an absolute asshole. He had said some pretty mean shit in the heat of the moment.

“I… I’ll call him I swear Namjoon I… I’m just…” you kept on, rushing out your words as your hands shakily took your phone back from him. Sobs poured out of you as you tried to pull up Taewoo’s information to call him.

Namjoon gently took your phone, placing it on the entryway table. He wrapped his long arms around you, holding you tight to his chest. He smoothed his hands over your back until you started to calm down. “I’m so fucking sorry Y/N… there’s nothing to say but how sorry I am and how much I regret saying all that shit to you in the kitchen.” he said, letting you go from his grasp.

You wiped the tears from your face, “I would never do that to you… to us.” you said, holding your arms over your chest as you tried to comfort yourself.

“I know and I jumped to conclusions. I should have just talked to you… I’m so sorry.” he said.

“You don’t trust me.” you said, finally meeting his gaze. Honestly that's what hurt most, he didn’t trust you in this relationship.

“I do trust you, I just thought… maybe you were finally fed up with the whole “dating an idol” thing… I know it’s not easy and there's so much we can’t do like a normal couple. I just thought you were done with it all.” he said honestly, venting his insecurity that he had held inside so long. 

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about you being an idol. You aren’t RM world famous musician to me you’re… Joonie.” you said bluntly. You were wildly proud of his accomplishments in life but he was your goofy, clumsy, sweet boyfriend first and foremost. 

“I’m sorry…” he repeated, his own eyes watering as the depth of his mistake set in.

“I would have thought the same thing…” you said realistically, trying to see it all from his point of view. You walked towards him slowly, taking his hand as you pulled him down slightly to rest your foreheads against each other. “I love you but we gotta communicate baby.”

Namjoon nodded instantly as he pulled you into his chest once more, “I love you.” he said, caressing your cheek before he leaned in to kiss you.

You met him halfway. This kiss was different, it was deep and full of regret. He tried to convey the depth of his apology in the kiss. The depth of his love. 

“Stay…” you whispered against his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere.” he said assuredly, kissing you once again.

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Naboo's Note:

Yayyyyy new person to write for. Tbh this should have been done a lot sooner lol I have loved BTS and Kpop since high school but Mr. Namjoon here has been my ride or die since day one. Love me a virgo man lol I hope ya'll enjoy and I'll write again soon - please send in some requests I'd love to write them! XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!

[shidouryusm]

Soooooo sami 👉👈 since we are both Hawks girlies we are in agreement that he has the most sensitive wings right? The kind that would quiver and tremble when he cums and if you touch them at any point he's just instantly hard... and if you grip them whilst jerking him off his hips will buck off the bed and he whines. Right???? 🫣

im so sorry it took me this long to finish it. i promise i intended to make them fuck but I got carried away into the plot iiufbiufhwjf. but you ask and i serve baby.

Hawks may be the one with wings but it was you who made him fly

Hawks x f!reader

synopsis: keigo arrives from a hellish day at work. as his sweet little girlfriend you find a way to relieve him

minors DNI. 18+ content.

word count: 2.4k (it was supposed to be a drabble...sigh)

content: hero au, established relationship, female anatomy!reader, switch!hawks,a little subby hawks but he switches at the end, handjobs, blowjobs, implied penetrative sex at the end, teasing, a bit of edging, titplay, playing with balls, cumeating, idk lmk what i missed.

a.n- well this was nasty and fun to write. this is my first time writing about him so do let me know how do you like it. not proofread well im v tired its 3 am :((

6:07 pm. The tokyo skyline has painted itself in the inkish blue, the little canvas of twilight already dwindling away while you stand in the middle of the balcony taking it all. you look up into the horizon, eyes hoping to catch a speck of red and yellow to appear that will sweep you out of your waiting game. 

Keigo was supposed to arrive atleast 40 mins prior, considering he gets off of duty today relatively earlier than other days. Promising an evening reserved to enjoy the pacificity of being with you – away from the worldly issues. 

He usually glides through the air, slowly landing on this very balcony, pressing a fleeting kiss on your lips even before his feet touches the ground and stumbles you both inside the house. According to him – it keeps things interesting. whatever he meant. you chuckle lightly thinking about that. 

Your trance of thoughts almost missed out the door knob turning and instead of the grandeur entrance of your boyfriend like some flying peter parker he is, you watch him sluggishly drag his body in. 

“to what do I owe such anticlimatic entrance, darling?”, you ask amusedly, walking inside the house to greet him which soon diffuses as you realise the dark shadows under his eyes and his face worn out by a hundred years. he looks beat up. 

“baby?…”, you voice in worry.

Keigo looks at you, watching him with a hint of concern playing in your eyes. you look so cute like that, he thinks. eyebrows squinted together, head slightly tilted and lips jutted together in confusion on why he’s staring at you like that. your skin looking soft and as tempting to get a feel of, decorated with a purple satin loungewear. 

Keigo takes a step forward, closing the distance. your hands reach his face, stroking from the little stubble in his chin to the swell of his cheek. he melts in your touch, his hands finding your waist and pulling you against his body. Keigo hides his face in your neck, his breath comes out in short huffs, tickling you in the crevice between your shoulder and head. 

“It’s been heck of a day”, he mumbles. pity courses through you when you hear his strained voice. You comb through his slightly unruly locks, scratching the base of his scalp while he holds you flush against his body , letting a hum right against your skin.

“awe..made you work a little too hard, baby?” you coo. One hand still raking through his hair while the other snakes around his waist, going upwards till it brushes against the base of his red, bright feathers.

The feel of your hands against his feathers jolts keigo up, a small grunt leaving his lips, still pressed against your neck. your fingers trail over his back, ghosting over his feathers before you carress them again. 

This time,a small, breathy moan escapes from keigo. his hands on your lower back pulls you in— as if you’re not already just a layer away from being inside his skin. 

You smirk, his reactions turning the cogs in your mind to play with him a bit.

“are you sensitive there, keigo?” you asked amusedly, your finger circling the base, right where his feathers sprout out. his face is hidden against your neck but you could still make out the hint of redness that spreads over the nape. 

Keigo pushes himself against you, the movement causing you to feel his clothed bulge rub against your naked thigh, you let out a soft sigh. you could make out the hardness of his cock even with the clothing.

His dick strains against you and what a good girlfriend like you would do in this situation—of course help him out in his little issue.

You pull him off of you, his eyes are drooping. you press a quick kiss on his lips before looping your arms around his neck. 

You feel his eyes glide downwards, taking in your figure. A flimsy tank top hugs your upper body in the most alluring way possible, your nipples hardened and poking out of the fabric like two peaks, making Keigo’s cock jump in his pants. The matching shorts rides up your thighs, exposing the full expanse of the plush skin under his golden eyes. you look so comfortable…and delectable. 

“should I help you out a little? you look like you could use some” you say, a little giggle passing through your lips. his eyes are still glued on your body and you take this opportunity to slightly tug the base of his feathers, bringing his attention back to you. Keigo hisses at the sensation, his face morphing into a temporary state of pleasure whenever your fingers come in contact with his supple feathers.

“Mhmmmm”, you hear him hum before his lips clash against yours. You stand there, in the middle of your hallway as keigo makes out with you, his lips languidly playing the push or pull with your lips. 

His hand reach down the back of your thigh and he hooks your whole leg around his waist, the position allowing him to rub his cock directly against your core. You moan into the kiss. Wanting more. But most importantly, making him feel wanted even more.

You push him towards the bedroom, both of your linked bodies stumbling under the low lights of the hallway till you reach there.

His body is manhandled onto the mattress, your figure hovering over his, as you keep on planting kisses all over his face, reaching his jaw. your mouth tilts against his while your tongue presses flat on his skin, savouring his taste. Keigo grabs your hips, needing something to ground himself from the sudden dominance you’re showing – not that he’s complaining at all.

“fuck baby…you’re so hot like that”, his voice raspy and laced with yearn. You hum against his jawline, your hands tugging on the tight compression shirt he has, wanting them off his body. 

He obliges. Your eyes drink the way his muscles taut while he pulls the fabric off himself and tosses it somewhere you could care any less about. Your hands lay against his pecks, as your mouth finds his once again. Keigo deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue inside the cavern of your mouth, a dribble of spit escaping from your shared mouth down your chin.

Your hands reaches towards his feathers and your hands softly massages the ends of it, making keigo moan in your mouth. 

“fuck…this will make me-” keigo squirms a little,  his mouth dancing more fiercely with yours. his hands squeezes your ass, making your clothed core grind in circular motions over his crotch, multiplying the sensation by tenfolds in Keigo's and your body.

“Cum? just by playing with your feathers? didn’t know you were that sensitive keigo.” you tug the ruffled plumage and Keigo almost bust a nut. his head falls backwards from the treatment and his hips inadvertently buck against your core. Your pussy lips are planted right over his dick and the way he thrusts himself upwards makes you pulsate. 

You look at him majestically submitting to you, so bare and vulnerable. It stirs a different feeling inside you. 

Top.2 hero for the world yet so weak in the knees for you. Wings so fierce yet so tamed under your touch.

“d-don’t get too ahead, you’ll regret it, darling” you hear keigo warn in between the kisses, his voice still broken and hoarse. 

“oh really? sure.” you use both your hands in work. one tugs the feathers, a little rougher than previous times, while the other hand palms his cock, rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock. Keigo moans unashamedly, having his sensitive feathers played like that.

 “doesn’t look like it though” his little moans vibrates against your skin

That’s what you love about keigo. He may act tough and smug but will not be slightest bit of ashamed to vocalise his feelings during sex. Starting from little grunts to lewd moans – he drawls all of them. The little shake in his voice makes your pussy throb painfully, wanting nothing more than to sink yourself in him and drown yourself in pleasure while holding him tightly within. 

Your hands trail upwards towards the belt of his pants, peeling them out of his skin. His cock is swollen, the veins roped around the shaft popping angrily, hard as it sprung up, slamming against his stomach. The sight already enough for you to gush your arousal on his lap. 

you wrap your hands around his base, feeling his cock twitch upon the feel of your skin. Keigo tenses with the touch, exhaling audible breaths. His hands reach your shoulders, dropping the strap of the thin tank top. 

He could see your tits slightly jiggle from the movements and his mouth wanted nothing more than to wrap itself around your pert buds. 

You move your hands in rhythm – twisting and squeezing your hand in a way that he absolutely loves. A move that always gets him off. Your hands reaches the top of his shaft, his tip is angled beautifully, pre-cum falling of the slit endlessly. You run your thumb against the skin, pressing into the little slit. 

Keigo hisses again, his hands reflexively grabs your hair and tugs it. 

“F-fuck, don’t…”

you smirk at his reaction, smearing the pre-cum around the cockhead, reaching down the frenulum. while your hands work its wonders, his deft ones tugs your tank top down, releasing your tits from the confines. He kneads the soft mounds…pinching and rolling the nipples with his thick fingers.

The whole scene is lewd and pornographic – both of your hands working against each other to pleasure. Yours on his cock, stroking up and down in a steady rythm, occasionally squeezing the tip while his finds your tits to massage and jiggle it under his palm. Straight out of a sex tape.

You fondle his balls. It feels hot and heavy on your hands while you massage them. his muscle tenses, fighting every nerve to not spill his release yet. Stretching the seconds to imprint the feel of your hands. He reaches your shorts, his hands glides under them and reaching your cunt. 

“You’re so wet, baby. Seeing me like this gets you off?” he uses two of his fingers to separate the lips, his middle finger stroking the slit of your pussy all the way to the bundled nerve. he flicks it with one hand, earning a whimper from you. Keigo might get tamed under you momentarily but he still has the power to keep you on your toes as well.

His hands on you feels like heaven but you had a mission to accomplish. You get off his lap, kneeling right in front of him. Resting your hands on his thighs, you sink your mouth in his cock — sending keigo on the brink of orgasm right then and there.

“Oh shit…baby wait…” you move your mouth, your tongue kitten licks the head and moves down. His hands rest on the sides of your head while you bob un and down on his cock. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Look at your feathers all ruffled and disheveled. So so pretty.” 

Keigo could feel his heart hammering at your words. He always thought his love for you had reached the threshold way above the earth but you just had to prove it wrong. Looking at you gazing him with the doe eyes, your hands working deft magic to play with him on the edge of release, you were indeed the one with wings. Wings from the above. A descendent of heaven tailored specifically for him. 

“What a perfect little baby I got” he muses. You lay your tongue flat against his shaft, engulfing the whole length in your mouth, the ends of it reaching your throat. Your nose tickling with the untrimmed golden pubic hair decorating his pelvis. You tilt your mouth sideways, sucking more of him while your hands under plays with his balls. They twitch under your hands, begging for the release. You remove your mouth after licking the entirety of his length, his pre-cum smeared sheen on your lips. His wings flap and wraps around you. The sharp ends of the feather trailing the naked body of yours. 

You smirk devilishly before grabbing a handful of his feathers, tugging it from the ends, sending a trail of shock right to his spine which gushed down between his legs. 

Keigo watches you wink at him before licking your bottom lips to get a taste of his pre-cum. The sight breaking the straw that was holding him. With a final twitch, keigo cums. Strings of white rope decorates your palm while you work him through the release, occasionally licking his heavy cum from his opening. 

Keigo feels lightheaded. His body still tingling from the sensation of your hands and mouth. He looks at you giggling, your eyes crinkled with amusement and satisfaction while you lick a handful of his cum off your hand. Fucking hell. 

“do you feel better, babe?” you massage his thighs in hopes of taking care of him. He pulls you back into the bed. A quick kiss pressed against your lips — “well you did take a great care of me, I can’t deny. Certainly the best part about my day” his nose brushed against your cheek and you felt like your heart bloomed a batch of roses, specifically for him. 

“Im glad I could be of help, darling” your hand rakes his hair and you kiss his cheek. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, gilding down to the dips of your hips. 

“thank you so much baby. but…” Keigo turns you around in a split second, grabbing your hips to arch your back. Your ass hiked up in the air for him. His quick fingers tug the elastic of your shorts, peeling it off your skin, displaying your ass in full glory. 

He grabs a handful in his hands, spreading them apart to peek at your pussy lips, slick with your arousal, the gaping hole contracting. waiting for its turn to fucking bust.  

“wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t return the favour to you?” Keigo drags his length over the stripe of your pussy. pushing the tip inside slightly, drawing a moan from you.

It’s gonna be a long, fucking night.

a.n.2-> i just saw that he lives in a public security supply room LMAOAOAOAO more reasons for me to put him in a high rise penthouse where he fucks and lives to his heart’s content.

tagging @pastelle-rabbit because i promised her (here you go sweets), @stsgluver (my baby), if you want to be in my taglist hmu!!!

[vennilavee]

part of this universe: drabble 1 ; drabble 2

karasu and the rest of the bllk boiiz are in their early 20s here. ill let you decide how old oc is but she's older than karasu

Practice has long ended, with most of the players already having left the training facility. Karasu and just a few others are the only ones who remain. Along with some of the staff. Along with you. 

The light in your office is shining brightly, a stark difference to the rest of the offices you share a hallway with. He’s certain if he walked past your office, he’d see you rubbing your eyes tiredly. Chewing on your bottom lip, your gloss faded hours ago. Your habits are not admirable by any means- being the first one to the facility and the last one to leave. Are you even taking care of yourself?

He shouldn’t care, not really. Karasu has only shared longing glances and secret smiles with you. When he catches your eye, he wants to confess the entire world to you. When you inevitably look away, he wants your gaze on him once more. 

“Hey,” Karasu says, leaning against the doorway of your office. He grins when you jump in your seat at the sudden noise, eyes flitting to him. 

“You scared me,” you reply, hand at your heart.

“Sorry for the scare, sweetheart,” he says, ignoring your eye roll, “Did ya know it’s nearly eight PM? On a Friday night?”

“Thanks for the update, I had no idea,” you say flatly, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn, “You people are killing me.”

“I was good at the last game,” he protests, walking past the threshold of the doorway, “No funny business from me.”

“Yup, you’re the team’s resident good boy, aren’t ya, Karasu-san?” you reply, shutting the lid of your laptop down and stuffing your things inside your backpack haphazardly. You can’t wait to get out of here and bury yourself in bed. And remain dead to the world for the next twelve to sixteen hours.

A light crackling sound fills the air as you bend over to crack your unused back and your unused knees. It’s a bad habit, you think. To sit for hours without getting up once to stretch your legs. How ironic, working for a soccer team and being the most inactive that you’ve ever possibly been.

“Do they keep you in here like a dog, or what?” he remarks, wordlessly taking your backpack for you and slinging it over his shoulders. It’s not the first time- typically, you protest that you’re perfectly capable of carrying your own things- but today, you’re struggling just to keep up with Karasu’s pace.

The silence is nice as you both walk shoulder to shoulder cut through the field to leave. It’s a little 

chilly, a light breeze caressing you. Pushing you a little closer to Karasu’s warmth. Your footsteps crunch in the grass.

“I used to play, you know,” you say wistfully, stopping in your tracks. The feel of the grass against your shoes feels unfamiliar. “I could’ve beaten you in my prime.”

“Of course you could’ve,” he says teasingly,  “But do you miss it?”

You remain silent, the playfulness in your eyes turning into something more somber as your gaze veers off towards the goal posts. Then back at him.

“What do you know about former soccer stars who lost their scholarships because of chronic ACL tears anyway?” 

But there’s no bite in your voice, only longing. You kick a stray rock forlornly, unable to meet his surprised, wide eyes.

There’s pity in his eyes, you’re sure of it.

“Wanna play?”

That makes you snap your head toward him, his raised eyebrows throwing you off when instead you expected pity. 

“What? It’s been nearly fifteen years since I last even touched a soccer ball, I swore I wouldn’t-”

“Aww, c’mon, maybe another time then? I’ll hold ya to it.”

A gentle night breeze ruffles his hair. He looks handsome, you think. With a sliver of the moon casting a halo on him.

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “Yeah, maybe.”

You’re quiet the rest of the way across the field. Karasu wonders if he’s upset you, but the slump of your shoulders is relaxed and you’re still walking relatively close to him. Close enough that sometimes your fingers brush without meaning to. It keeps him warm.

And what a well kept secret. That you used to play soccer. Did anyone know? Was he the only one who knew? Is that what drew you to public relations with soccer clubs? So that you could be as close to the field as you could without actually playing?

He imagines it’s torture.

And why did you stop playing for fifteen years? Karasu can’t imagine a worse fate than being told he could never play again. It would be the same as losing his legs as it would be to never play soccer again.

“Thank you for waiting up for me,” you murmur. There’s something soft and tired in your eyes. Your walls are down, unguarded in a way they usually aren’t. Perhaps it’s the late hour. Perhaps it’s him.

“Let me drive you home,” he says, not leaving you room to protest. But because it’s you, you find a way.

“No, it’s only a twenty-five minute train ride,” you say, waving him off,  “Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me drive you home,” Karasu repeats, “Or else I’m taking your bag hostage.”

You laugh. A smile tugs on his lips. Another gust of wind. You shiver.

“I guess it is a little chilly…” you concede.

“Good girl,” Karasu grins.

You shiver again, this time for a different reason.

[anime-in-new-albion]

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Series = 🪁 / Reaction = ☔️ / Drabble = 🌂 / AU = 🔮 / Song = 🧬 / Prompt = ⚛️ / Word = 💟 / Fluff = 💜 / Angst = 😈 / Suggestive = 🍠 / Ship = 🎆 / Unusual = 🦄 / Favorite = 🫧

Overblot Nightmares ☔️💜😈

First Unbirthday Together 🌂💜

Truth Telling Tart ~ Riddle Rosehearts 🌂💜🦄🫧

Summer Basketball ~ Ace Trappola 🌂💜

Never One Without the Other ~ Ace Trappola 🌂💜😈

Ice Cream Thief ~ Ace Trappola 🌂💜🦄

I Want to Hold Your Hand ~ Deuce Spade 🌂💜

Outside Academics ~ Trey Clover 🌂💜😈

Direct Message ~ Cater Diamond 🌂💜

Be Prepared ~ Leona Kingscholar 🧬😈

Stealing You ~ Leona Kingscholar 🌂💜🫧

The Love You Burn For ~ Leona Kingscholar 🌂🔮💜

Donut Queen ~ Ruggie Bucchi 💜🫧

You're So Strong ~ Jack Howl 🌂💜🫧

Scary Thunderstorms ~ Jack Howl 🌂🔮💜

12:34 PM ~ Azul Ashengrotto 💜

The Thing With First Kisses ~ Azul Ashengrotto 💜🫧

Something Special ~ Azul Ashengrotto 🌂💜

Seeing You ~ Azul Ashengrotto 💜😈

The Deal With Eels ~ Jade & Floyd Leech 🌂💜

That Dog! ~ Kalim al-Asim 🌂💜🦄

There's a Big Surprise! ~ Jamil Viper ⚛️💜

Autumn Rain ~ Jamil Viper 🌂💜🫧

The Spoiled Treatment ~ Jamil Viper 🌂💜

Archery Master ~ Rook Hunt 🌂💜

Not Weak ~ Epel Felmier 🌂💜

Heart Beat, Beat, Beating ~ Epel Felmier 🌂💜

Reverse Proposal ~ Idia Shroud 🔮💜

Otome Game ~ Idia Shroud 💜

Cuddles? ~ Malleus Draconia 🌂💜

Marrying for Love ~ Malleus Draconia 🌂💜🫧

Perfect Partners ~ Lilia Vanrouge 🔮💜😈

Better Than Cinderella ~ Silver 🔮💜

Abandoned Garden ~ Sebek Zigvolt 🌂🔮💜🫧

A Kiss to Study ~ Sebek Zigvolt 🌂💜🍠🫧