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catch-the-wind · 3 years ago

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when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #jean x reader #lisa x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ohm ambros x reader #sulien ambros x reader #lane's ocs #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #i'm finally posting here omg #so many tags...#goodNIGHT

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yoongsisbae · 3 years ago

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Run Run Run - Yangyang Living (Part 2)

A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again.

OT7 BTS Zombie Apocalypse AU / BTS member x reader slow burn

Lmao yall really want BTS dead after the last chapter! I am happy to oblige. I didn’t know if I should unrealistically let them all survive or not lol on one hand it's just statistically not in their favor, but also it pains me to even just off one of them cries. But I can get behind a last man standing gets y/n story, so let’s goooo! Hopefully yall don’t change your minds after reading this chapter (too late now)! :D

Warnings: death, monsters, blood, fighting, killing, gory details, y/n curses like a sailor, humans being shitty, attempted sexual assault on multiple occasions because men still suck post apocalypse

Word Count: 7.4k

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You sit on the airport runway, the sun's heat warms up your face and dries your tears. You look up to the sky and you scream at no one. You can already hear the low groaning of the undead coming closer to you, and you feel sick, you feel hurt, you feel angry at the world.

If you survive this, and if you ever meet BTS again, you plan on making this moment their worst regret!

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It’s been four months of pure hell. You’ve managed to survive like a mouse. Hiding most of the time in blocked off corners, learning how to stealthily sneak in and out of rooms.

You stayed at the airport for four whole months, eating like a king in the new world, there were enough restaurants and staff kitchens to have a different meal every night. Eventually the power went out and you had to get creative.

You collected weapons and new clothes by breaking into suitcases and back rooms. Your entertainment became books and magazines from the gift shop. Your new workout became running away from the undead.

By the 100th day (because you kept count), you could barely take it anymore: the loneliness, having to survive in the shadows, the killing.

Do you have to become a monster to win against one? You guess the answer had always been yes. When finally ending an undead life there was a finality to it that made you feel like a grim reaper, giving final rest to people who used to be sons or daughters.

Even if they showed signs of already being dead, it felt like you were murdering people. You were still cutting throats, stabbing muscle, it made you sick.

You hated it, you started to hate living, but most of all, you hated surviving alone. No one there survived, except for you, and it felt more like a curse than a blessing.

You needed something new, you needed to find anything, anything is better than living amongst the dead. Surrounded and all alone. So you made plans to leave.

Consolidating everything you needed into one backpack, you buried your suitcase with all the unnecessities of your old life. You even made a tombstone: "HERE LIES MY BAGGAGE."

And then you started your mission to leave the place that had become your home before it became your funeral home.

One day you found a bike, and that became your dependable transportation in the new world free of electricity.

You had hoped once you left the airport you would be transported back into a reality where monsters didn’t exist, where you didn’t have to survive off of vending machine food and sleep with one eye open, when your biggest worry was paying your rent on time. But passing by the crashed cars abandoned on the road, you come to the somber realization that you might never have to worry about bills ever again.

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You used to bike during the day, but you stopped. The third day on the road you found another person, and the bastard tried to steal your bike. Your immense high of finding another breathing human being came crashing down so magnificently when he acted no better than a monster.

The seventh day, you found a couple who welcomed you, but only because they wanted your supplies, and you managed to get away from them before they took everything. The tenth day you found a group of men who just wanted you. You almost died that day in more ways than one. Luckily your screams alerted a different kind of monster, and you were never happier watching them eat your captors. And then you were able to enact your revenge without any remorse.

Ever since that day you bike at night time. Even if the monsters are more active after dark, you know other humans would never dare to go out at night, and after everything, you would rather deal with monsters. At least you can count on them for one thing, to try to eat you. Humans are unpredictable, disappointing, and in your opinion, now somehow worse than the undead.

You rather just fight the monsters on your own. You're quiet enough and fast enough on your bike to pass by most of them anyways. Do you regret leaving the airport? No, not when the fresh air smelled so sweet as you biked through the night and the cold wind stung your skin reminding how alive you still were. Do you regret wanting human company? Sometimes.

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You’re happy the day you find a convenience store. The place is pitch black inside. You’ve learned to wait, to take your time, until your eyes adjust to the darkness and you’ve studied the layout of the store. You have all the time in the world now, ‘better make the most of it,’ you think.

When you walk in, two monsters amble towards you. You’ve learned not to scream. You’ve learned to aim for their eyes. If you can hit their eye with your knife they die instantly, and even if it’s a bit gruesome, it’s better for you and you hope better for them too. Quick, quiet, knife in and out.

You find some unopened sodas and canned food. You sit on top of a car and eat the convenience store food and a raw onion from your pack. The sting of the onion on your taste buds reminds you once again how you differ from the undead. You’ve become a bit of a masochist in that way, enjoying all the unpleasantries of human living. You welcome the ache in your feet, and the shivers at night, and the itch on your skin from bug bites, because all those things meant you were still alive, alive enough to keep fighting.

You watch the moon and you wonder who else is watching it with you. Is it your parents? Maybe your friends, you make a wish that they’re safe.

You make your way back inside and find a cabinet and knock the shelves out, and that’s your bed for the night. Like a mouse.

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Sounds of movement wake you up. It’s morning, the sun shining through the cracks of your hiding spot signals the day. You hear people talking. Real live people. You slowly open the door, because sneaking up on living people is not as easy.

You see long black hair still dyed at the ends, and then he turns around.

“YOU!” You both say at the same time.

Kim Namjoon is the first alive person you’ve seen in nearly a month. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t forget what he and the rest of BTS did to you. So, as you fantasized a hundred times before, your body acted on its own and you punched the leader right in his face.

You fight. Well, you punch him and he blocks you, until Namjoon has you pinned down on the ground.

“Stop! Calm down!” Namjoon hushes.

“You-you asshole!” You scream, cheek pushed against the convenience store floor as you try to kick him off you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just stop yelling!”

“You’re yelling!” Even if he’s thinner than you remember, he still easily overpowers you. You push off the ground as hard as you can but you’ve only managed to turn yourself around under Namjoon’s large body.

“Hyung!” Jimin and Jungkook run towards the commotion to see their leader and you.

You both look up at their surprised faces and Namjoon is acutely aware of his position, his body between your legs, holding your arms down, and he quickly jumps off of you.

“It’s you.”

“And you, you crazy bastard! You fucker! Ass! Bitch! Motherfucking-” You throw every Korean and English curse word you can think of at them before Namjoon grabs you and covers your mouth.

The trio stare at you stunned while you seethe. So many times have people died and reanimated in their lives, but you came back like you walked through time and landed half a year later right at their feet, back with a vengeance.

You glared up at them, you looked practically the same as when they last saw you, albeit longer hair, wearing oversized clothes that weren’t your own, but your eyes, filled with betrayal, were exactly the same.

You looked cleaner than them, healthier than them, definitely much livelier than them and it reminded Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin of the world they had almost forgotten, or chose to forget.

“Are you alone? Come with us.” Jungkook says, and you laugh against Namjoon’s palm.

“Mmm mmm!” You tell them to go away.

Jungkook looks at his brothers for support. “Come with us, please,” Jungkook repeats.

Oh no, it’s a little too late now. You glare at the trio, if you hadn’t been a fan before you’re not sure you would have recognized them. Their good looking features were covered in a thin layer of grime and sweat, they didn’t look like idols anymore, they looked like broken men.

Namjoon lets go of you with a yelp when you bite his hand. “I don’t trust you.” You grit out. “Leave me alone. You left me alone once, go do it again.”

When they all just stare at you, you grab the knife from your back pocket and hold it in front of you, “Leave! Before I…” you grip the handle with both of your hands.

Jimin grabs the pair away from you, but Jungkook won’t budge.

He kneels on his legs, and puts his head on the ground at your feet.

“Please forgive us.”

Namjoon nurses his nose and slowly lowers himself too. You stare at the tops of their heads, too shocked to speak. When you look up at Jimin, he looks away, and he too lowers himself on his knees.

There were a hundred different ways you had dreamed about meeting BTS again, all involving you enacting your own kind of revenge until they were begging you for forgiveness, all that left you satisfied. But now as you watched Namjoon and Jungkook, heads on the dirty ground, it didn’t feel good at all. You scoot away from them, putting the knife back into your pocket. You look at Jimin who stares back at you. He looks tired and scared.

“I...don’t forgive you. Just please get up…”

No one moves or says anything, and how long did this stalemate last? 10 minutes? 1 hour? 10 hours? Approximately 40 seconds.

You stand up, looking ahead of you. “Where are we going?”

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You stay quiet as you help the men fill the trunk of their car with supplies from the convenience store. It’s a different car than the one at the airport. This one is smaller, older. You find rope to secure your bike to the top. You slap away Namjoon’s hand when he touches your bike, and he looks at you apologetically.

You take a seat in the back with Jimin, preparing yourself for the most awkward car ride of your life.

“Did um, everyone else make it too? Is that where we are going?”

Jimin nods. Does that nod mean yes, everyone made it? You don’t ask for clarification, not wanting to press the topic.

You look out the window, Namjoon is driving so slow you are sure you could beat him on your bike.

“Oh my god, RM, you’re driving!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” He laughs, it’s been a while since anyone has called him ‘RM.’ Jungkook will still jokingly call him Rap Monster, but even Jungkook’s jokes have been declining lately.

“You drive like a grandma.”

Jimin snickers next to you, and Jungkook turns around in his seat to stare at you.

“I’m trying to be safe.”

“We are literally the only car on the road.”

Namjoon turns his signal on, turning left. “I don’t want to cause any attention...from the dead or the alive.”

You sigh. “I guess you’re right.” You lean into the front seat, startling all three of the men.

“Is there any radio or anything? Um, any signs of life?”

“For the first two weeks there was an emergency broadcast, and then it just stopped…”

“I’m guessing no CDs?” You look at Jungkook and he shakes his head, and you pout. You missed music. You missed fun.

“Sit back, it’s dangerous.” Jimin pulls you by your waist.

“You do notice how he is barely into second gear.”

“You’re distracting him.” Jimin says. You scoff.

“I’m sitting in a car with three singers and there's no music…” They ignore your egging and you sigh. You stare at the back of Namjoon’s head, at his red ears. And then Jungkook, ears red. When you turn your attention to Jimin, he stares back at you, and you return your gaze to the window. This is going to be a long ride.

Eventually, you reach their sanctuary. The car tires trek across the dirt road, you listen to the gravel crunch beneath the vehicle. A sound you thought you’d never hear again. It’s weird how nostalgic you’ve become. How emotional you feel by the mundane. Your heart beats faster when you see a house. Jimin must have noticed your emotional state because he squeezes your shoulder causing you to jump.

“We’re here.” His voice is soft and soothing, and you’re reminded that you used to listen to his soft voice sing beautiful songs. This man used to be on top of the world, and now he lives hidden away in the country.

You're the last to enter the house, and your arrival is nothing less than shocking to the people inside.

You look around the room, there’s only the members, the same security guard who managed to keep all his muscles in the apocalypse, an older man you don’t know, and there’s-

THAT MOTHER FUCKER WHO LEFT YOU FOR DEAD.

You try to contain your outrage as a name that sounds almost like yours leaves his lips in surprise. That asshole Dev couldn’t even remember your name

“Nevermind, I’m leaving,” you mutter. You spin on your heels. Namjoon grabs your arm, confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not staying here with him.” You point to the blonde man and he shrinks away.

“Hold on, hold on!” Before you can protest further, Namjoon is dragging you inside, into another room, as the rest of the men watches in shocked silence.

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“What’s wrong? What’s going on? How do you know him?” Namjoon looks exhausted and totally unprepared for your unadulterated rage.

“He was on our flight. He threw me to the zombies, like actually threw me!” You try to whisper, but it comes out as a strangled yell. “It was practically attempted murder!”

“No, he wouldn't do that...”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, he is actually defending that psycho!

“Okay, okay, it makes sense, you did the same thing to me, left me to die. Of course you would become friends with him.” You go to leave, but Namjoon grabs you back again.

“I’m not his friend.” He looks at you seriously.

“Then why is he here?”

“Because we realized the more of us compared to them the better-”

“Yeah, more of you that he can sacrifice for himself!”

Namjoon winces, pushing away memories he wishes he could forget. Memories of watching people he knew for years die in front of him. Colleagues go above and beyond their duty and sacrifice themselves for him.

You huff, quiet over his pained look. You turn around and take a seat on the bed. You feel the soft fabric against your fingertips, the softness of the mattress underneath you. It reminds you of your old bed. Not an airport cot, or three seats pushed together, the cold ground or hard floor. It reminds you of coming home after a long vacation and laying on your bed, that kind of experience. You want to cry. But you keep it in.

“Please, just stay here, please. We need you and you need us.”

“I don’t need you.” You try to blink away the tears in your eyes. You’re not used to speaking to people who actually speak back, and you’re definitely not used to arguing with international superstars, and even if titles mean nothing in this new world anymore, it’s hard not to feel small in Namjoon’s presence, you can’t even look at him when you say it.

“You don’t need us, you’re right. But we need you, I need you to stay.” He falls to his knees in front of you, and his head lands on your knees. All this time he has never let go of his role as leader. He has had to stay strong for everyone else. But you’re strong, stronger than him. He sees it, you still have fight inside you and a searing conviction, and he doesn’t want to let go of the fire that is you.

You roll your eyes and swallow down your sadness. “You know that’s not going to work every single time, right?” You pat his head, steal a chance to card your fingers through his greasy hair. “You need a haircut.”

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You follow Namjoon back to the common room. Everyone’s conversations suddenly halt as you peek behind his tall frame and glare at Dev who has gone pale at your presence, worried about what you told Namjoon..

You sit in the empty space between Jungkook and Taehyung. The space probably was not meant for another person, but you didn’t care, you needed them to know you’re not going to be walking on eggshells around them.

“How-“ you silence Taehyung.

“Please tell me you have games here.” You rub your eyes and enjoy the fact that you are not talking to figments of your imagination.

“We usually play drinking games,” Jungkook confesses.

“I will play any game you want, anything, name it.” You punctuate each word by looking back and forth between the men.

“I have Uno.” Taehyung’s eyes fill with excitement.

“What are you waiting for?!”

---

“Uno!”

“You’re cheating!” you laugh.

“I’m not!”

You stand up and stretch your legs. You spent all day playing, something you never though would happen again in your lifetime.

You hated to admit it was fun being around them. Their presence made you feel like your old self, and you kept them on their toes, just being there you shifted something in the group dynamic already. Before the group had been slowly unraveling apart, and now you had them pulling themselves together again.

You watch the two oldest members cook outside. Jin fries up spam for the group while Yoongi works to remove instant rice packets into a pot of water.

“Is this what you normally eat?” You ask Jungkook and he nods his head.

You hum. You sit back down, and you tug your backpack off your shoulders and open the small compartment in the front. You’re going to regret this, you know it. You hand Jungkook a bag of carrots and a jar half full of Kimchi. That could have lasted you at least a week, but how many times had you wished desperately to have anyone to share your food with? Or how many times did you pretend to have someone to feed or be fed?

“They might not be fresh, but they are still good to eat.”

He holds the food in his hands like treasure.

“Is that...kimchi?” Taehyung looks over your shoulder, grabbing the jar to look at it’s precious contents.

“It’s not a lot, you probably will only get one bite each,” you laugh at the thought, “but-”

Jungkook pulls you into a crushing hug. You can feel him shake against you. When was the last time someone held you? When was the last time you had a warm body pressed up against you like this? You were used to cold bodies over yours as you fought for your life, you knew what to do when that happened, but someone holding you tenderly like this? Your mind goes blank. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. ‘Don’t let go, please not yet,’ you beg him in your mind.

---

Yoongi had used the leftover spam grease to make kimchi fried rice, using up all the kimchi in the glass container. Jin cooked the carrots just to make them tender, wanting to keep the taste and bite. It’s been so long since any of them had a vegetable that wasn’t canned.

Everyone sits in silence.

“You brought this, y/n?” Yoongi asks you.

“There was a lot of it in the kitchens at the airport...” you move the food around on your plate. “I took what was still good when I left.”

“I’m sor-” you don’t let him finish.

“Don’t say it,” waving his words away, “Anyways, I’ve figured out a way for you all to make it up to me!” For the first time since you’ve landed in Korea you’re not dreading the next day, the next hour, the next minute, and it’s about time you celebrate.

“You’re going to have to perform a song for me.”

Hoseok chokes on his food. “This is the only way I will ever forgive any of you,” you continue.

The boys look around at each other. “I’m not kidding.”

---

After the sunset, the group moves all the furniture along the walls of the room, candlelight fills the space.

You sit on the floor next to the older man whose name you learn is Kangho, choosing the spot farthest away from that blonde asshole, determined to ignore Dev’s existence. You learn this was his house with his wife and two daughters, and by the sad look in his eyes you don’t ask them where they are.

The guys stand in the middle of the room, staring at you, Kangho, Mr. Muscles, and Dev. This is all very awkward.

“What song did you want us to sing?” Jin asks you, clasping his hands together.

“Hmm, 21st Century Girl?”

Yoongi laughs, “So you really are an Army.”

“Or sing whatever you want, I don’t care” you murmur, looking away embarrassed.

“Well this is your apology,” Yoongi says, looking at Namjoon, who stands in the back awkwardly. You sit up a little straighter waiting for him to react.

The leader takes the center, while the others shuffle into position, trying to remember the choreography. He starts out not as confident as he wants to be, “You worth it, you perfect. Deserve it, just work it...”

“Yeah! Go Joo-RM!” your cheers fill the quiet room.

Their movements are stiff and reserved with no music to sing to, but the more you cheer the less they worry, having fun with the silly choreography.

“All my ladies put your hands up..” you throw your hands up at Yoongi’s words, and let out a soft yell when Taehyung sings, “Now scream!”

They all end to a soft round of applause from you and the three men.

“Encore! If you don’t sing ‘I Need U,’ I will never forgive you!” You cheer your thinly veiled threat. Filled with adrenaline and bodies warm and muscles loosened from performing, they automatically put themselves into position for another song to your happy surprise.

Singing a song they are much more familiar with brings back strong nostalgia. You watch as they get lost in the choreography, Even if it’s just their voices, and claps from you and the other men, their performance is still awe inspiring. The boys finish and the four of you clap, louder the second round.

They breathe heavily, not used to performing. And then Jimin starts crying. Hoseok turns around, chest heaving, and Jungkook starts crying at the sight of his brothers crying.

“Why are you crying?” you say as you wipe unshed tears away before they see.

“I...I just didn’t think we’d perform again for Army.” Jimin says between shaky breaths.

---

You walk quietly around the perimeter of the house with RM. “We take turns staying up in pairs and we switch half way during the night,” he says.

“Okay, I’ll take the first shift.”

“No, you can sleep, it’s okay. It’s me, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook assigned for the shift tonight anyways.”

“I stay up during the night anyways.”

“It’s okay...you gave us your food.”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t do it to receive special treatment. It’s not that I don’t trust you,” you make sure to look anywhere but to the man next to you, “but I would feel more comfortable staying awake.”

Namjoon offers you a weak smile. “I get it. Well then you’re stuck with me.” You nod.

---

You wake up against something warm. Arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly. You go tense in Namjoon’s arms. He notices and his grip loosens.

“I-I didn’t mean to-” you scoot away quickly from the warmth you don’t actually want to leave. You did get less sleep today than you usually do, being woken up by the same man next to you now, but that doesn’t excuse letting your guard down like that. Usually, you’re tense, wound up and alert for any signs of movement. With Namjoon’s presence next to you, you had let yourself relax too much. Why the hell did you do that?

“It’s okay,” Namjoon holds his hands up, signaling there is no reason to worry. After a beat of silence he says, “Can I ask you a question?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, still shaken from falling asleep so easily.

“How did you survive?”

You laugh. “It’s easy to ‘survive.’” you look into his questioning eyes. “Surviving is simple. You just have to not die. I could climb up that tree right there, sit in it for days and not die. I survived by barely living.”

“You still made it for months all by yourself. I don’t think I could have survived by myself,” Namjoon mumbles.

“Well I didn’t want to...” You bite your tongue ready to yell at him again for leaving you at the airport. “It’s easier, to be honest. When you’re alone, you can be selfish.”

Namjoon nods knowingly.

“So what about you? What happened after the airport?”

Namjoon shrugs. “We tried to make it to Seoul but all the roads were blocked and they swarmed our car. At the time, the roads were filled with them, so we drove around trying to find shelter until our car ran out of gas. We kept getting attacked. People kept dying...” You scoot closer to him when he struggles to finish, encouraging him on. “We realized the more people there were the better chances we had when they attacked. That’s how we met Dev and Kangho, and there were others...but it was hard...I don’t know if you noticed, but now there’s a lot less of them around, before it was almost impossible to leave, we’d starve for days, and when we did go out someone would always die...”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He turns his body to face you, “I’m sorry...everyone regretted what happened with you,” Namjoon says, looking at you with pain in his eyes.

You sigh and look around. You sit on a makeshift post with Namjoon, looking out at the woods around the house. How many undead bodies were hidden amongst those trees?

“When you were out here, did you ever look at the moon?” you look at Namjoon. So much has changed in the last six months, you’ve changed so much, you can sit and talk to the former idol rapper like any other man you’ve met.

“Yes? Sometimes,” he says and you smile.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Shift change!” Jungkook pokes his head up from the ladder connected to your vantage point.

---

You poke Taehyung’s side. “Psst, I’m taking Jungkook’s spot.” The singer grumbles in his sleep and you’re not sure he heard you, but the bed looks too inviting to resist.

The bed feels like heaven, it feels like a cloud, so why can’t you sleep, even in your exhaustion? It might have something to do with Taehyung latching onto you in his sleep, his leg over your body as he cuddles himself into your side. You can feel his warm breath against your shoulder, his prickly chin pressed against your back. Eventually when you allow yourself to close your eyes, and let your mind drift to a reality where you weren’t in a strange bed with a man you barely knew and think of your old home, your old room, the nights when your ex would stay over, only then you fell asleep.

You wake up and Taehyung is already gone. You stretch your limbs against the covers, and bump your hands into a body. In Taehyung's spot, sits Jungkook, reading a book.

His presence startles you enough to shake the morning’s haze away, and you sit up offering him a soft, “Good morning.”

“Y/n, you smell good.” Jungkook says the strange compliment out of nowhere.

“…thank…you?”

“I mean, you smell clean.”

You raise your eyebrows, yawning, “Yes, because I clean myself. I’m not a savage.”

“Yeah, but you smell like soap...when I hugged you...” he bites his lip in thought.

“Because I clean myself with soap.”

His eyes go wide with the information, “You have soap? Can I have some?”

You swallow hard. Why does he have to look at you with puppy dog eyes? “Why should I share with you? You basically left me for dead,” you glare at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You said that. Do you even have a way to shower or bath?”

“We fill jugs from the lake, sometimes we heat the water up too, but it’s too dangerous to go there often.”

“Why?”

“Well, the, you know, zombies?”

“Oh.” That’s right. You’re supposed to be scared of them.

The idea of bathing in a lake sounds too intriguing, “Okay, well if you tell me how to get there on my own, then I will give you some soap. Deal?”

Jungkook plays with the worn and crinkled book pages, “What if something happens to you? It would be all my fault.”

You roll your eyes, “Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“No, I’ll come with you.”

“No! It’s too dangerous.”

“Exactly, I’m not telling you! We can wait until the next supply run.”

“But I want to swim in the lake now,” you whine. “You won’t tell me?” you say, “Not even for conditioner?”

Jungkook thinks about your offer briefly. “No. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” You wish you could be annoyed at him, you really want to go to the lake now, but his concern for you is endearing “Please, just soap. I’ll...sing you a song.”

You laugh. “That is very tempting...not a chance!”

---

You tap Yoongi on the back, he looks up from his notebook. “What are you doing?” you ask.

“Writing.”

“Lyrics?”

Yoongi clears his throat. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes actually. Can you tell me how to get to the lake?”

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Because I’m supposed to go to the lake.”

Yoongi puts his notebook down and crosses his arms, you hadn’t counted on him to get so interested in your questioning. You hoped he would have just told you. “It’s at least another two weeks before we are supposed to the lake.”

“Yes, well, Namjoon changed the schedule. So I’m supposed to go to the lake.”

His eyes look you up and down, “No he didn’t, you’re lying.”

“How the hell do you know? I just talk to Nam-”

“Because I’m the one who decides when we leave. Why the hell are you lying?”

Dammit. “Ugh, can’t I just want to go to a fucking lake? I don’t want to be all gross and sweaty like you guys.”

“It’s dangerous...”

Since when did they all care about your safety? “I don’t care, oh my god. Min Yoongi, if you don’t tell me how to get to this damn lake, I will go look for it myself, if it takes me all day and night.”

“Fine...fine...I’m not going to stop you if you have a death wish.”

“Thank you!” you smile brightly. “And I promise I’ll be fine.” you nudge his shoulder, “Hey, if I die you have permission to kill me.”

“And if you tell anyone I told you, I’ll kill you before the zombies have an opportunity to.”

“Ha! You were always my favorite member.”

Yoongi opens his notebook again, unable to meet your eyes anymore. “Just listen before I change my mind.”

---

“Have you seen y/n? Hey! Have you seen y/n?” Jungkook asks Hoseok and Jimin, he has visited every single room in the house twice and walked the perimeter a dozen times.

“She’s not inside?” Hoseok asks.

“No! I’m scared-I’m scared she went to the lake.”

“Why would she do that?” Jimin asks.

“I think she wanted to take a bath? I don't know!”

“Well, did you tell her there’s a field of zombies in the way before you get to the lake?” Jin says, walking up to the group with Namjoon, Taehyung, and that asshole Dev.

“No, I didn’t tell her how to get there.”

Yoongi listens to his bandmates talk about you and takes a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. The sun is setting in the distance.

“I told her.”

“What?!”

“We have to go find her!”

“We have to get inside, it’s getting dark.” Dev says.

“I’ll go search for her-” Jin moves to leave.

“No, it’s too dangerous, you’ll get yourself killed-”

“Who’s getting themselves killed?” You stop your bike in front of the group of men. Your hair is still damp, a towel hangs over your shoulders and you are wearing a newly washed pair of joggers and a hoodie, almost dry after your trek. Two bags hang from your handle bars, and you pull them off and hand one bag to Yoongi. “Your clothes, I washed them...because you told me where the lake was.” You walk inside, but not before glaring at a shocked Jungkook.

---

“I didn’t ask you to worry for me. I don’t want you to,” you defend yourself from the three men currently yelling at you.

Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook look at you like three upset dads, and you are ready to play the part of rebellious teenage daughter.

“Okay, we need to set some rules-” Namjoon starts.

“Why?”

“So you don’t get yourself killed!” Jungkook yells.

“I’m not-”

“What about us, what if some of them followed you back and then they attack us here?” Jin asks you, a serious look in his eyes that makes you feel guilty even though you know you have nothing to feel guilty about. You don’t want to tell them you killed all the zombies you came across, so many you lost count.

“I was careful.”

“Okay, but we have rules to keep everyone safe. You have to follow them too y/n.”

“So you want me to just follow a bunch of rules that you men came up with? Great, the one thing that hasn’t been destroyed in the apocalypse has to be The Patriarchy.” You cross your arms and they look at each other at a loss for words.

“Fine, I won’t go back to the lake, alright? Unless I get permission, okay? And I’ll stand guard tonight, if any zombies come I’ll make sure they won’t get anywhere near you guys.”

“You don’t have to-” but you’re already making your way to the post before they can argue.

---

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Looks like your post partner tonight is that asshole Dev. He makes his way beside you. “Can we talk?”

“Do I have much of a choice now that I’m a captive audience?”

“I know you hate me, but you would have done the same thing in my situation!” His shitty apology doesn’t surprise you, it annoys you more than anything.

“I would not have done that, because I’m not a psychopath.”

“I was just trying to survive. I think we’ve all done things we’ve regretted trying to survive, you’re telling me you haven’t?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but remember the family overrun by zombies you didn’t help, the countless screams of victims you walked away from. It hurts your heart, but these circumstances were something you came across, not something you actively created, there is no justification for what he did in your mind.

After a minute of silence Dev’s annoying voice starts up again, “You look good, you look better than I remember.”

You scoff, “Please just give me a reason to castrate you.” And he stops talking until Taehyung and Jimin come to relieve you.

---

The days go by and you start to get along with everyone, except for Dev, Dev is an asshole.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Put lipstick on?”

“Because I like this shade.” You are being obtuse on purpose. You don’t want to tell Hoseok you still put makeup on because it makes you feel human, it’s one of the only creature comforts you can still participate in, and wearing lipstick and a bit of eyeliner makes living this dystopian nightmare a bit more bearable, you want to at least die looking good.

“Hey, does Kangho have any scissors, I could give you a haircut?”

You end up giving all the men haircuts, even that asshole Dev because you didn’t want to ruin the mood. You cut off the last bits of dye on their ends, trimming their hair to the best of your ability. You kept Jungkook’s hair long, giving him an undercut instead, and pulled his hair into a bun with one of your priceless hair ties.

Everything was going good, until one day the person you least expected to ruin your cohabitation caused a rift that couldn’t be fixed.

The security guard, Minho, seems sweet, and you’ve accepted was only doing his job when he left you for dead, starts talking more and more to you. He’s easy to talk to, he feels like someone you might have had a chance with in your pre-apocalyptic life.

Being around a ton of testosterone wasn’t bad, but it was isolating. Sometimes you think they forgot you were a woman. Going around the place half naked, always flexing their muscles cutting wood or practice fighting, cuddling you at night, like you were expected to not feel things from the way they grabbed your hands and pulled you close on supply runs, or sat so close to you you were practically in the laps.

The former boyband treated you like another one of the guys, but their body guard was a different story, he was definitely flirty with you. And you were longing for a different kind of human contact. So the next time you’re alone together on night watch you give him a kiss on the cheek.

You weren’t expecting his swift change in personality. Being around the polite singers made you forget that not all men were so well mannered.

He had grabbed the opportunity and kissed you, on the lips instead. It was nice, until he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, hands on your chest before you could even properly kiss him back.

“Can we just slow down a second?” You try to push him away when Minho snakes his hand under your shirt. His lips attach themselves to your neck and you squirm away from his grasp.

“No, I said no!” You glare at him when he pulls away and looks at you annoyed, and you decide to leave him to look out by his damn self, jumping down to the ground and stomping away.

Minho looks over the ledge, face scrunched up in frustration, “You could at least make yourself useful.”

You laugh at that. A loud mocking laugh that you knew would get you in even more trouble, but you don’t care.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“How pathetic you are.”

And then he climbs down and you brace yourself for the worst. He hits you and you fall back with his crushing weight on top of you.

Monster is all you can think, when he yanks your shirt up, revealing your bra.

He pauses, looking at your exposed skin, jaw slack as his eyes refocus to roam over your body in the darkness more carefully.

You take that moment to kick him straight in the groin, in the most satisfying of hits that knocks the wind completely out of him, and you let out a piercing scream that will probably alert every undead person in the area.

The men inside run out carrying weapons, and see you on the ground, covering yourself quickly with a swollen lip and it doesn’t take an 148 IQ to tell them what’s going on.

Jin pulls you to your feet. Your body shakes with adrenaline while you clutch onto his arm for support.

The singers move in front of you to guard you from their bodyguard.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You’ve never seen the leader so angry before.

“Kim, she came onto me, she kissed me first.”

You scoff, “That doesn’t give you permission to take advantage of me, idiot.”

“Shut the hell up, I’m not talking to you. You’re just a dumb fangirl who got lucky-”

“I’m actually very smart, you dumbass muscle head bastard. Don’t take your shit out on me just because you peaked in high school!”

The men keep you and him apart as he jumps to grab you.

Minho stops fighting and moves away, winded from being held back by everyone. “Stop this.” His hands on his hips as he steadies his breathing, “Just let me have her.” He waves his hand for them to hurry up, acting like he somehow suddenly had the authority to start making demands.

Namjoon feels disgusted by his long time friend. Everyone is looking to him to solve the situation, but he can barely contain his anger.

“Leave.”

“Namjoon, how long have we known each other, how long have I protected you, huh?”

“You need to go-”

“It’s night time, how am I supposed to-”

“Leave! Before I make you,” Namjoon’s growls.

Minho stands his ground, “I would like to see you try, you think you can beat me in a fight?”

“Against all nine of us, you’ll lose.” Jimin stands next to his leader.

“Ugh, I’ll go,” you swallow, this is not what you wanted, someone getting themselves hurt over you.

“Stop, no.” Jin is already pulling you into a protective embrace, hushing you. “Come on, let’s go inside-”

"You're really going to choose her over me?!"

The argument is halted when a low gurgling noise in the distance is heard. It was a wonder the monsters hadn’t shown up sooner the way everyone was yelling at each other.

Everyone runs inside, barricading the doors. The house is quiet now, no one dares to speak as grunts and growls are heard in every direction.

Everyone stays up until the sun rises. The singers are in a group whispering to each other, while you sit next to the old man, who has an axe in his lap, ready to protect you. Dev sits by the door, looking through the cracks for any sign of the undead. The body guard stands alone, and you wonder what he’s planning next.

Namjoon calls for you to join them and the bodyguard starts walking over as well, and the argument starts all over again.

“He didn’t say ‘come here, rapist asshole,”

“You kissed me first-”

“We’re leaving for Seoul.” The leader proclaims.

Dev decides to finally insert himself into the conversation, “What?! We have a good thing going here, it’s too dangerous to leave!”

“We’ve stayed here too long. The plan was always to go to Seoul.” Yoongi says.

“Our families could still be in Seoul,” Taehyung says, "The embassy is in Seoul too, for you and y/n.”

“You’re not coming with us,” Namjoon says to the bodyguard.

“Why would I want to?” Minho grits out.

“What do you think, y/n?” Jimin asks.

Suddenly all eyes are on you. “Yeah,” you nod. “That’s a good idea.”

“WHAT?!” Dev’s annoying voice is back.

“Well, actually, in my opinion it’s a horrible idea. But, I mean, it’s good to have a goal right? If there is even the slightest possibility you could find your families, I say you should take it...I would.” You look around at the men with hopeful eyes. “Who knows, maybe every single zombie movie in existence had it wrong.” Yoongi laughs, proving to be your favorite again. “If you guys are headed to Seoul, then I’ll go too.”

---

Let me know who you want to spare, you may only choose one member :D.

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hq bois in gray sweats p 3 (900 followers event)

a/n: lol i struggle with oikawa and I don’t even know why. two more parts for hq left! this is post timeskip characters: oikawa x reader, ushijima x reader warnings: bois in gray sweats, public sex, oral receiving (m.), uhh yeah

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⇾ he convinced you to go on an early morning run with him claiming that he was trying to help you stick to your new years resolutions ⇾ you hated it, he woke you up right when the sun rose and and it was still freezing outside ⇾ the only good thing was that he wore sweats rather than his usual workout attire and it was the same pair of sweats you bought him as a gift for your own desire ⇾ honestly it did give you motivation to finish the run because the sooner you finished the run, the sooner you to could strip him of his clothes and get to the cardio you enjoyed ⇾ but your patience wore out faster than you thought

You stopped running, your hands on your knees as you bent forward to catch your breath. Oikawa turned around to see if you were still following, a good yard ahead of you, but turned back around when he saw you had stopped. “C’mon, we have a little more left to go.” You shook your head, still panting hard. You stood straight wearing an expression of pain. “I’m too out of shape to be running three miles first thing in the morning,” you managed to say in between breaths. He chuckled. “I will prepare a bath for you and give you a massage if you finish.” “Bribes won’t work.” “Babe, we’re almost done.” You stared at him for a minute, neither of you breaking eye contact. Looking to your left at the park, you noticed a secluded area where not many people were around. You took Oikawa’s hand into yours and pulled him along until he gave up resisting you, heading to that secluded area. You positioned him behind a thick tree so the two of you were hidden from the eye of the general public and instantly dropped to your knees. “Not that I don’t like where this is going, but what are you doing baby girl?” He pushed your stray strands of hair out of your face as you rubbed his cock through his sweats to get him hard. “If you want me to finish this run, I need these damn sweats to stop taunting me. Now pay attention and make sure no one sees us. The last thing we need is to be banned from a park we never even come to.” The thrill of what you were about to do to him out in the open went straight to his cock and it didn’t take long before he was cumming down your throat, dragging you back to your shared apartment to finish what you started.

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⇾ you wanted to get out of the apartment but ushi was dead tired from all his practice and training so the last thing you wanted to do was to force him to be active on his day off ⇾ watching a movie at the theater was your solution to that and he didn’t oppose either ⇾ you always enjoyed sitting in the back even if there weren’t many people in the same hall as you because sitting too close always gave you headaches ⇾ the two of you were cuddling when you felt ushi’s hand around your waist travel lower and lower until it was resting on your inner thigh, rubbing lazy circles ⇾ when he didn’t respond to your questioning looks, you decided to retaliate

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ushi whispered. You kissed his cheek in response as your hand which was previously stroking him on top of his sweats slid inside. You felt him twitch from your touch since your hands were cold and rested your head on his shoulder as you began to pump him slowly using the precum that was leaking from his tip to help your movements be smoother. His hands never stopped their ministrations either, but he never touched you where you needed it. Slightly moving your legs to give him more access, he reached into your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, content with how wet you were. “All this for me?” You hummed as you pulled his dick out of his sweats. Truthfully, seeing him in his favorite pair of sweats made you wet on site. You didn’t want to ruin your plans, but now since things progressed to where they were now, you didn’t seem to care. You leaned down to suck on his tip, his hand coming to a halt at the sudden feeling of your lips wrapping around him. You slowly began to work on fitting all of him in your mouth, pulling off to lick the vein running along the underside of his shaft and using your hand on whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. Unfortunately for you, Ushi grew impatient and thrusted his hips up, causing you to gag around him loudly. Pulling off quickly, you glared at him. His expression told you that he didn’t care since the music playing during the movie was loud to cover your sounds and barely anyone was in there. His free hand guided up back down to finish what you started and you knew there was no way the two of you were leaving without him fucking you properly.

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x reader smut

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allhailthewicked · 4 years ago

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Random JATP Headcannons: Luke and Chocolate Milk

Luke is the type of bitch to drink chocolate milk with a purple bendy straw instead of water and I respect the heck out of that!

His obsession started when his gym teacher recommended chocolate milk as a post work out recovery treat because it can provide carbohydrates, proteins, vitamins, and electrolytes

At first, he was very opposed to it because “why would he willingly do that to his body?” but begrudgingly he tries one after extremely taxing workout

And boy oh boy the child like wonder that Luke had!!!! He had the biggest smile on his face! He looked like a five-year-old lol. Like a whole ass toothy grin CLUTCHING the chocolate milk

I mean at first the guys wanted to make fun of him for it but like this was one of the only things Luke is weirdly super passionate about. I mean other than music

HE IS A COCOA MILK SNOB!!! MAN HE'S SO MEAN ABOUT IT!!!

I mean he’s also not a scrappy fighter like Alex but if someone steals his milk: HE👏 WILL 👏 BITE 👏

In his backpack you will always find at least one lyric journal, 7 guitar picks most with bite marks on it, and 3 bendy straws for his chocolate milk

There is a mini fridge in the garage and when Luke runs away from home that thing is pack to the brim with chocolate milk

At a party with a shit ton of alcohol? Luke pulls out a flask of chocolate milk

At a fancy restaurant for a gig? Luke will look the waiter dead in their eyes and ask for "un lait au chocolat”

Luke is sick and has the stomach bug? Alex gives him a chocolate milk and Reggie cleans up the vomit

Luke is crying because he misses home? Alex gives him a hug, Reggie puts on a movie, and Bobby gets his not one but TWO chocolate milks

I mean obviously he doesn’t drink it before gigs because it’s super not good for your voice

It’s Luke’s 17th birthday? The boys put their money together and got Luke a 50 pack of chocolate milk

Luke drink chocolate milk with his last meal with the street dogs

At the boy’s funerals? Bobby (sobbing) serves chocolate milk in honor of Luke

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #charlie gillespie #alex mercer #reggie peters #bobby jatp #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #my boy just loves chocolate milk and i don't blame him #jatp headcannons #gabby speaks to the dead

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artificialqueens · 3 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 71 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Fun fact: this rewrite is now the second-longest fic in the Drace Race RPF section of AO3. (Second only to the original story, lol.) So if you’re looking for a lot of content…we’ve got you. ;) Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Violet revealed her estranged relationship with her family to Sutan, and Courtney struggled to live up to Miss Fame’s demands.

This Chapter: Some uncharacteristic vulnerability from Violet, Met Gala meetings and morning television.

***

“Do you want more marshmallows?”

“I always want more marshmallows.”

Katya grinned as she got up from the kitchen table, grabbing Trixie’s mug to top them both up. They were decorating gingerbread men, Katya pulling them from the oven last night. Trixie was doing clothes, drawing in the lines and putting details on them, one of his favorite jobs.

It was a tradition of theirs, spending the Sunday before Christmas in their pajamas, preparing cookies and watching Home Alone, the leftover icing always ending up in the bedroom for some sticky afternoon fun.

***

“Aaaand release...”

“Oh god,” Sutan groaned, rolling onto his back and spreading out like a starfish. “I’m dead.”

When he had jokingly asked if he could join Violet for her yoga session, he hadn’t figured she’d say yes, and he definitely hadn’t expected that it’d be this hard, those last few breaths of extended child’s pose essentially torture where he could feel his bones bend and creak.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Violet grinned, his girlfriend sitting back on her knee, the leg with her cast spread out to the side. “We only did 40 minutes.”

“You’re not even sweating.” Sutan looked at her, Violet’s hair in a high ponytail, the Sunday look of one of his shirts and a sports bra quickly becoming a fave.

“Some of us remember to do more than weights and cardio, Mr. Amrull.”

“I’m texting my trainer right now,” Sutan reached over his head, grabbing his phone that he had left on the floor next to their mats, Violet giggling as she laid down next to him, putting her head on his shoulder.

“There,” Sutan pressed send, his trainer probably falling off of his chair when he read the message, Sutan always attempting to get away with the bare minimum when it came to exercise, but he refused to be humiliated by being unable to reach his toes.

He was just about to put his phone down, when Violet reached up and tapped the screen, his front camera opening up, both of them in frame as they were lying on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture?” Violet smiled, her sarcastic tone never wavering. “To document the moment.”

Sutan looked at the screen. It was so incredibly tempting to say yes, to keep this moment in the private password protected collection that had steadily grown since Thanksgiving, Violet really and truly trying to let him take pictures, but he couldn’t say yes, not when he knew why she was so confident.

“And can I post it?”

“Post it?” Violet raised an eyebrow, sitting up on her elbows. “Why? Isn’t your hair...?”

“A mess?” Sutan didn’t want to smile, but it was impossible not to, Violet knowing him way too well if she had already figured out that he was sometimes embarrassingly vain about his hairstyle, the mess on his head looking like he had been fucking for an hour. “Yes, but I still want to post it.”

“I-” Violet had pulled away completely now, not a single trace of the sweetness left. “No.”

“Violet,” Sutan sat up as well, putting his phone down, “I know you hate social media, but you’re my girlfriend, and I don’t think what I ask for is unreasonable-”

“Sutan. Please” Violet grabbed her mat and rolled it together in an attempt to avoid him. “I said no.”

“And I’m pushing because I don’t understand.” Sutan could feel the annoyance build, the hurt and the rejection. It stung every single time Violet denied him, hurt every time she neglected what they had.

“I’m not saying we have to announce it with a workout selfie,” Sutan hated that they were fighting, but he couldn’t help himself, “but I want to tell the world that we’re together.”

“And I don’t-” Violet looked at him, her brown eyes filled with hurt. “If the world knows, they know, and I don’t want them to know where I am or what I’m doing.”

There it was. The they, the them, the family from Atlanta that was haunting his girlfriend's life like a shadow that had slowly started to creep into his too.

“Violet, I hate to be the one to tell you,” Sutan didn’t touch her, simply putting his hand down on the floor next to hers, telling her that he was there. “But the internet exists. If they have your name, they can find you, no matter what you do to hide.”

“Have you taken a moment to consider that they might not have that?”

Sutan paused, Violet’s words like a bomb.

“... What?”

Did her family not have her name? It was true that Violet Chachki barely got any hits on google, that it was Parson’s assignments and internships that popped up, the Galactica employee directory right at the top, but Sutan had never considered that possibility, had never even toyed with it.

“This wasn’t how I planned on telling you. Actually, I probably wasn’t counting on telling you at all, but I’m not…” Violet was fiddling with the tiniest hole in her yoga mat, her fingers tugging on the foam. “I wasn’t born Violet. Wasn’t even born a Chachki. Hasn’t it ever seemed weird to you that my last name literally means trinket?”

“It does?”

“Mmh,” Violet smiled, the same heavy sadness he had seen in the hospital in her eyes. “I needed to not be… Blair anymore.”

“Blair?”

“Yes,” Violet nodded. “Blair Dardo. It was my birth name. I never liked it, and I changed it the moment I turned 18, left it behind the second I could. That’s why I can’t,” Violet gestured vaguely to Sutan’s phone. “Changing it meant that they can’t, that they can’t find me, and I-”

Sutan didn’t know what to say, but it felt like he had just been given another puzzle piece in the mystery that was his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry.”

Violet’s head snapped to attention, her eyes widening in confusion. “...What?”

“I’m sorry.” Sutan said it again, making sure he put his genuine emotion behind the words. “I should have realized that you weren’t saying no to be difficult, and yet I kept pushing.”

“Sutan-” Violet still looked confused and a little suspicious, like she didn’t really understand what he was doing. “You don’t have to-”

“No but I do.” Sutan smiled. “I get it now, and I’m sorry, but next time you have a deep dark secret, maybe you could just tell me instead of this charade-”

Sutan was cut off as Violet threw herself in his arms, knocking him down on the floor and kissing him like her life depended on it, gratitude rolling off of her in waves.

***

“Raja?”

Alyssa held out the plate of croissants, Raja waving it away since she didn’t want one. The entire senior management team was gathered in the conference room, Fame for some ungodly reason always insisting on a full breakfast spread for their Monday meetings, even though only a fraction of them ever actually ate any of it.

“So,” Fame looked around, a gold fountain pen in her hand, a black moleskin notebook open in front of her. “Any updates?”

The theme of today's meeting was the 2015 Met Gala, Raja barely hiding a groan when Courtney had sent out the meeting agenda.

It wasn’t that she disliked the Met Gala, the first Monday in May a spectacular party, but it was such a hassle getting there, the gala the fashion world's version of the Oscars.

“Yes,” Pearl smiled, turning around in her chair. She was weirdly chipper, her blonde hair collected in a clip, her signature leather jacket exchanged with a cropped black fur. “We have the final confirmation from Jessica Chastain’s team. She’s in.”

“Good,” Fame nodded, making a note in her moleskin, the fact that Fame was actually writing herself more than enough to cement the severity of the situation. Courtney was standing against the wall, Ivy sitting at the table with her computer open, typing away, but when it came to the Met, Fame left nothing up to chance.

“She’s looking forward to working with us, and she says she’s honored-”

“Yada yada yada,” Fame made a hand puppet, and Raja had to hide a smile, Pearl leaning back in her chair with a roll of her eyes, mouthing at everyone else that she’d send a follow up email.

It was Fame who had requested Jessica, in her own roundabout way, her friend casually mentioning to Raja that she had a good smile, which was more than enough for Raja to make Pearl offer her up as Galactica’s celebrity face.

It wasn’t every house who did it, but the big ones always had a celebrity at the gala, wearing their clothes and repping the brand.

“Does anyone know if they’ve moved away from the terrible theme yet?”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Alaska offered up, the promotional material the Met had sent out at the start of the fall in the middle of the table thanks to Ivy’s forthsight. “It’s December, and since we haven’t heard anything, they’re sticking with China's influence on western fashion.”

“Good god, I was really hoping they had come to their senses.” Fame breathed out through her nose, and Raja had to agree with her. Sure, ‘China: Through the Looking Glass’ made sense as an art exhibition, but there was really no way to convert it to fashion without being culturally insensitive at best and offensively appropriative at worst.

Besides, Galactica had never been a brand that sought inspiration from the east in their designs and aesthetics, which made the entire situation quite the predicament.

“I’m sure we can work with it,” Trixie gave a small smile, the stack of papers by his elbow indicating that he had probably already put his senior designers to work coming up with concepts.

“And how,” Fame turned, looking directly at Trixie. “Are we supposed to work with it? Raja’s the only one who could possibly get away with being theme appropriate.”

Usually, Fame and Raja were the ones who walked the carpet together with their celebrity, Fame a nervous wreck for weeks before the gala because of all the strangers, while Raja enjoyed it because of her modeling days, seeing old acquaintances without the stresses of fashion week, a delightful yearly treat.

“I’m Indonesian.” Raja knew Fame didn’t mean anything by it, and she wasn’t that concerned about being politically correct herself, but everyone knew what it could mean for a fashion house to misstep, Dolce and Gabbana somehow walking directly from one scandal and into another one. “Not Chinese.”

“See?” Fame sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It’s a controversial time bomb. Either, we stay on theme, which I refuse since I look terrible in Chinese red, ”

“So we’re going off theme?” Trixie had picked up his papers, sorting through them, and Raja felt a moment of gratitude for their head of design, Trixie of course coming prepared with off-theme suggestions as well.

“Unless they get a grip and change it? Yes. Yes we are.”

“There!” Everyone held their breath as Maxwell pointed at Violet’s screen, an email from Ivy just ticking in, the Met Gala meeting still in full swing.

“Open it, Chachki!” Blu was practically biting her nails, hopping from one foot to the other, her red hair in a braid over her shoulder.

“Alright, alright-“ Violet clicked on the email, Bob standing right behind her, his eyes flying over the screen before he called out.

“It’s Jessica!”

A collective sigh of relief went through the floor, a loud ‘yes’ coming from Kiara who was clapping her hands together, the group breaking up, chatter filling the air.

“Thank god,” Maxwell groaned, putting a hand on Violet’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “I knew having you here would be worth it Chachki.”

“Right.” Violet raised an eyebrow, looking up at him, clearly not understanding why no one had thought to simply ask Ivy for updates before, the suggestion just casually slipping from her during morning coffee, the entire department running with it instantly. “But I still don’t-“

“Get it?” They turned to look over at Jovan who was sitting at his own desk, the man one of the few who hadn’t gathered around Violet’s computer.

“Yes.” Violet nodded. “If you needed information all this time, you could have just asked-”

“Like we could have just asked you?” Bob said, cutting her off and Violet opened her mouth, only to close it again. “Exactly.” Bob grinned. “You would have told us to fuck off.”

“I see your point.” Violet tapped her fingers on her desk, a small smile on her lips since everyone knew she would have said those exact words directly to their faces when she had been in Fame’s front office. “But, why is it such a big deal if a celeb is confirmed or not? The gala isn’t until May, that’s 4 months away and it’s three outfits. A whole collection is usually done in that time.”

“A collection doesn’t have to be approved by the celebrity,” Maxwell counted on his fingers, “the celebrity’s stylist, Vogue and Anna Wintour personally on top of Trixie, Raja and Fame. Alexis usually starts producing concepts in October.”

“As soon as they reveal the theme girl!” Alexis yelled over her shoulder, already pulling her sketches from their shelf, the confirmation meaning that she’d be in a meeting with Trixie for the rest of the day, working out the details of the first round of negotiations with the celebrity.

“Huh…” Violet looked around, the puzzled expression still on her face. “And what about-“

“Fame and Raja?”

Violet nodded.

“You’d think Fame would be the difficult one-“ Maxwell smiled.

“But make something gorgeous and custom in ivory and she’s on board,” Jovan grinned, putting the pen he was using behind his ear as he turned around in his chair. “Every year, she pretends like she’ll follow the theme, and then never does.”

“Exactly.” Maxwell nodded. “Fame is demanding, but consistent. Trixie has an entire drawer of Fame-appropriate outfits that we all contribute to whenever we have an idea.”

“That makes a disturbing amount of sense,” Violet looked mildly impressed, and if any of the rumors Maxwell had heard about how she had managed Fame’s front office, that approach wasn’t too far off from how Violet herself had attempted to tame the beast.

“Rule one of surviving at Galactica: Never disappoint Miss Fame. For once, however, Fame isn’t the problem.” Maxwell sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Violet’s desk. “Raja is.”

“Raja?” Violet looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yes really.” Maxwell crossed his arms. “Every year, she tells us that she’s chill, that she’ll wear whatever goes with the spring collection or the theme-“

“And every single year, she changes her mind at least four times.” Bob chimed in, the drama loving smirks on his lip. “More if you’re lucky.”

“Which is why,” Maxwell nudged Bob’s side with his elbow. “We’ve unanimously decided that you have the honor of dressing Raja for this year's Met Gala.”

“Me?” Violet’s eyes widened. “What? Why?” Violet looked at them, confusion painted on her face. “I’m the most junior member of staff.”

“True, but you’re also sucking her brother's dick,” Maxwell grinned, “so we figured she can’t kill you during the process, unlike the rest of us mere mortals.”

***

It should have been one of the most exciting mornings since Courtney started at Galactica--Miss Fame and Raja were being interviewed on a talk show, and so she got to go to the famous 30 Rockefeller Plaza building, and be on the set of a real television show. Unfortunately, it was such a whirlwind of activity and Miss Fame was in such a demanding mood that she didn’t have a second to enjoy it.

She felt like a chicken with its head cut off, running around in a hectic scramble to meet every request. Today was the last day before their holiday break, and even though Courtney knew that spending her break with Bianca would be incredible, she also knew that she had about a billion things to do before that could even start. Today was supposed to be a half day, but with how packed the schedule was, she’d be lucky to leave by 5.

She entered Miss Fame’s green room, silently handing her the coffee she’d asked for and then leaning on the wall to catch her breath. Miss Fame took a sip and then immediately spit the coffee back out.

“What is this?” she asked, holding the cup out like it was a bag of dog shit.

“It’s your usual-”

“This is not my usual. This is weak, and not hot enough, and-did you just roll your eyes?”

“No, Miss!” Courtney insisted, praying that she was telling the truth. She was tired, having arrived at the office at 6 am to drop off her stuff for Bianca’s, and there was a teeny tiny chance that she may have (accidentally) rolled her eyes. “Would you like a new-”

“Let me tell you something, Courtney. This may be the last day before a vacation, but I expect you to be fully present and accounted for. We have too many important things going on and I will not accept anything less than your absolute very best. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Now. Please go find me some decent coffee before I get a migraine.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“And after you come back, I need you to go to the dry cleaners. I’ve decided to wear my ivory Valentino suit to meet the investors later.”

“Yes, Miss, will do.”

“That’s all,” Miss Fame said, waving her hand, and Courtney took off back down the labyrinthine hallways of 30 Rock to hunt down a coffee that would meet her standards.

***

“Good morning! Welcome back to Coast to Coast. I’m Nina West, and today we are positively blessed to have with us the icons of fashion, Miss Fame and Raja Gemini of Galactica, here to talk to us about dressing to impress in the new year, and their exciting new business ventures. Thank you so much for being here, ladies!”

“Thank you, we’re thrilled to be here,” Fame smiled, the lie easily falling out of her red painted lips.

Raja could see the way her hands were clenched in her lap, her wedding ring turned inward and digging into her palm, and knew that she was at her tensest.

Raja had long ago gotten used to giving live interviews. She had a laid-back attitude and while she always wanted to represent the company in the most flattering light, she tended to relax and let the conversation flow naturally.

Fame, however, had never quite gotten the hang of it in the same way. She was just so brand-conscious, almost to a debilitating degree, written interviews so much more her speed.

She always looked impeccable, very much the ice goddess she was so often called, but Fame had never gotten the same confidence in her speaking skills as Raja, who had been dragged through developing them in her modeling career.

Even though Fame hated being on live TV, they occasionally got an offer they couldn’t turn down, and between the makeup line being released in January and the overhaul of their website and online store, they had a lot to plug.

The whole thing was so stressful Fame had asked Raja four times to check her pits for sweat stains, her papers with facts from the makeup department and pointers from Pearl not leaving her hand until they literally had to go on.

Raja leaned forward, giving Fame’s shoulder a reassuring pat, and added, “This is our favorite show, we never miss it!”

“Aww, thank you!” said Nina, grinning. “Now, I’ve heard through the grapevine that you have an exciting announcement.”

“Yes, and we’re so happy to be able to share the news with your viewers first-”

“An exclusive!” Nina exclaimed, eyes comically wide and mouth open as if this was news to her.

“Yes, exactly. Early this year, we released a limited makeup line, and it’s been doing just wonderfully. So in 2015, we’re going to be rolling out a full line of makeup and skincare, with special edition palettes and colors all throughout the spring.”

“All natural, vegan, cruelty free...I always want the very best for my own skin and I wouldn’t offer our customers anything less,” Fame cut in, and Raja felt a surge of pride at how natural she sounded. All their rehearsing had clearly paid off.

“If you use it, I’ll use it!” Nina said with a chuckle. “You both have the most gorgeous skin I’ve ever seen.”

“We expect the first batch to sell out quickly,” Raja said, “So go straight to our website, Galactica dot com, and sign up to be part of the mailing list to receive alerts on all new product launches and where they’ll show up in stores.”

“I’m doing that, the second we go to commercials,” Nina said. “But first, I heard that there’s more news about your spring line...”

***

Patrick reached for the remote, turning off the TV as Nina West rounded out the segment with Fame and Raja.

He was sitting in his office, wrapping up the last details before the firm could close down for the holiday break.

Fame had done a great job, the nerves he knew she had felt not showing on her beautiful face. Patrick picked up his phone, a smile on his lips as he started to type out a text.

Fame would probably not read it until she left work for the day, but he was proud of her, and he hoped that she was proud of herself too.

***

Fame collapsed onto her dressing room sofa, completely emotionally drained, the crystals she had stuffed in her bra digging against her skin.

Being on camera for live television always took up every drop of energy, and left her with nothing to spare. Unfortunately, she knew that she didn’t have much time to rest, since she was due at the Russian Tea Room to meet her potential investors in less than an hour. The makeup artist they’d hired was standing by for touch-ups, and her ivory Valentino suit hung in its dry cleaning bag on the clothing rack. But first, she knew that her blood sugar was dangerously low, so she needed…

She looked around. Where on earth was Courtney? Fame had never met someone with such a tendency to be underfoot at the worst times and completely MIA when her presence was required. She walked to the doorway, spotting Courtney having a casual chat with a girl in a headset, carefree as anything.

“Courtney!” she snapped, and Courtney looked up, surprised, even though she was literally here for the sole purpose of taking care of Fame’s needs. “Come!”

Fame turned and walked back into her dressing room, irritated, the rapid click of Courtney’s heels as she ran over grating on her nerves.

“Yes, Miss?”

“I need to eat.”

“Oh…” Courtney’s gaze shifted to the table, where a fruit basket sat amongst assorted pastries and other snack food.

“Not that sugary garbage,” Fame explained. “Violet always had- Don’t you have any protein bars?”

“Oh, of course!” Courtney exclaimed, rummaging through her purse.

Fame rolled her eyes, sighing. That girl truly was useless. What Bianca saw in her, Fame would never understand. She took one of the protein bars that Courtney had carefully lined up on the arm of the sofa beside her.

“I think you’d better head back to the office and prepare the conference room for the investor presentation.”

“Oh, but did you need anything el-”

“No, I’m much more concerned with the meeting,” Fame said. “Everything needs to be perfect. These people will be paying attention to every little detail.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Oh, and take this back with you…” Fame handed over a large manila envelope. “It’s some sketches I’ve been working on.”

“Sure.” Courtney began to put the envelope into her bag, and Fame’s eyes widened with alarm.

“Don’t bend them! For god’s sake…”

“Sorry Miss,” Courtney said, biting her lip, holding the envelope at her side. “Is there anything else you need before I-”

“No. That’s all.”

***

Courtney sat in the back of a cab, eyes squeezed tightly shut, using the time in traffic to center herself and go over her massive to do list. She had to make sure that all the presentations for the meeting were set up, work with IT to test it, messenger out the holiday gifts that Miss Fame added at the last minute, make sure the schedule for January was in order, set up her out of office reply…

Plus, the meeting with the investors wouldn’t begin until they were back from the restaurant, so the “half day” was looking more and more like a full day. At this point, settling in at Bianca’s felt like it was a million years away--and traffic crawling at a standstill didn’t help anything.

She pulled out her phone. Maybe she could set up some of the gift deliveries now, while she was stuck in the cab.

When they were finally in sight of the Galactica building, her phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen. Miss Fame. That couldn’t be anything good.

Courtney took a deep breath and answered, stomach tightening.

“Hello?”

“Courtney!” Miss Fame’s voice was sharp, sharper than usual. “Do you ever use your head? Or do you just go through life without a shred of critical thinking?”

It was fairly obvious that it was a rhetorical question, so Courtney kept her mouth shut, wondering what had gone wrong, what mess she’d have to clean up now.

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gummyvitamin · 4 years ago

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𝑸𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝑽 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒚

♡ 𝒌𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒏 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈

college roommate!hendery x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff; college au; friends to lovers

words: 863

*disclaimer: this post is not at all meant to undermine the severity of the pandemic; this is meant to help cheer up those who are bored or in low spirits because of quarantine. it is so so important to be mindful and do what we can to stop the spread. stay safe, please please wash your hands frequently, and help protect others by avoiding public spaces, wearing a mask and maintaining social distancing :)

so ur spring semester at university had ended and it was finally summer!!

and u were currently isolating in ur apartment with ur roommate hendery

u were initially nervous before ur move-in day bc hendery had been a randomly assigned roommate

but he ended up being ur closest friend and u two got along really well:))

he knew when to be quiet if u had to study for a big exam

but he also knew when to be loud and energetic and a big ol positive ball of sunshine if he ever noticed u were feeling down

plus u had never expected ur roommate to be this good looking😳

but yea generally u had no complaints about living with hendery, but now that classes were finished he was having a liiiitle bit of a hard time sitting still

and by that I mean this boy was absolutely losing his shit from boredom🥴

like hendery was picking up the whackiest hobbies and consequently dragging u w him in his pursuit for entertainment

and he won’t admit it but he rly just wants to spend more time with u and doesnt want u being alone in ur room all day where he can’t see u🥺

like one time he made u try a chloe ting workout with him

which left u both so sore that it hurt just to breathe

and last week he insisted u dye his hair from dark brown all the way to platinum blonde because “it’s quarantine so no one will see me if i go bald! :D”

which u absolutely did almost bald him in the process

and recently hes resorted to just laying on the living room floor, yelling up at the ceiling about how bored he is

right now it was currently pretty early in the day, and u were sat on the couch messing with ur phone

and hendery just bolts out of his room like “Y/N Y/N Y/N !!!” and u swear u lose part of ur soul from the fright he gave u

hes excitedly shoving his phone in ur face with a screenshot of a recipe pulled up

he looks u dead in the eye and is like “yo, we’re making these cookies Right. Now.”

and considering neither of u know how to make anything other than instant ramen ur feeling kinda questionable about his newest proposition

but one quick trip to the grocery store later and here u are in the kitchen, sat on the counter while hendery is reading out the measurements

well u both realize very quickly that this recipe miiight just be a bit beyond ur baking skill level

so now uve got random misshapen blobs of colorful dough everywhere,

there’s rainbow sprinkles spilled all over the floor,

and somehow hendery has a stripe of blue food coloring painted across his cheek that wont. come. off.

so now ur,,uhm,,,“abstract” rainbow cookies are in in the oven,

and hes sat on the kitchen counter by the sink while ur stood between his legs trying to scrub the mark off his face

the whole time hendery is like lowkey short circuiting bc ur /so close/ to him rn holy shit

ur just concentrating so hard and staring at him and he thinks u look sooo cute

and I don’t think u realize how gently ur caressing his face while holding his head still with ur other hand whew chile

lowkey in his head hes like ahaha are we about to kiss rn😳😏

and without thinking he leans his head in a bit and ur faces get reeeeallly close

and ur a bit shocked by his sudden move so u jump back a bit looking at him wide-eyed like “????”

and henderys just like “idk i just rly felt like kissing u aha,,,ive wanted to do that for a while actually,,”

“hendery, is this like,,,a confession?”

“hehe maybe,, so u wanna kiss me or what ;P”

and so u do !!!

and it’s a really soft and sweet kiss🥺

he’s gently holding your cheek with one hand, his other hand lightly placed on the small of ur back, and uve got ur hand threaded thru his crunchy dead bleached hair

u pull back and look at him still sitting on the counter like o shit i just kissed my freaking roommate

but a loud beeping brings u back to reality and “oH shiT y/n theres smoke coming out of the oven !!!”

unfortunately there was not a single surviving rainbow cookie, but instead a whole tray full of blackened coals

and hendery just starts laughing and ur laughing too bc “why tf did we think we could bake LOL”

u two send a video of urselves knocking the burnt cookies against the counter to kun to which he just responds with “🙄”

and after hendery dramatically fake cries and sends the cookies into the trash, he pulls u into the living room and down onto the couch with him

and u end up peacefully napping and cuddling for the rest of the day🥺

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shadow--writer · 4 years ago

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And I'm Gonna go There Free, Like the Fool I am and I'll Always be

How chaotic can one Shade with the ability to word get? just learned to do a fancy thing too look at me go

The answer is very. Will I make a series after this? Who knows it’s very tempting. God I should make a post about this au as well lol. I pounded this out in one sitting btw. (song btw).

--Maeve x Lucas (WITH some Amani x Zora in there too bitches look at me)--Modern au but not fight club lol my own kinda modern au-ish--4.2k words holy shit--

TW: none!

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, tHEY ARE SO CUTE OMFG, Amani is a shithead, good lord I hope I got Zora’s character right, dancing, how much domestic fluff can I fit into one fic, FRIENDSHIP, dorks in love

In which dance lessons take a...different turn. Also Amani breaks into Maeve’s apartment and steals a barstool.

@mineshaft-birdie @dela-png

The day was a slow one. It was midafternoon and they had just finished up spring cleaning.

She swayed her hips, humming along to the music playing. Lucas watched her from his spot on the couch, his off tune hum making her smile. She arched her back, leaning back with another sway. Her fingertips brushed the floor before she brought herself back up to her feet.

He clapped making her giggle. “Amazing,” he said, a smile clear in just the tone of his voice.

“I can teach you, you know,” she said, looking back at him. He held out a hand for her to grab, leading her to sit down on his lap. She straddled his hips, tucking her feet under his thighs. “How to dance, I mean,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“You’ve seen me dance.”

“Exactly. You’ve seen me cook and yet you still try to help me. I want to do something for you in return.”

“Like teach me to dance?”

She leaned back, smiling. “Yeah! It’s fun. It’s great to let off steam, and it’s quite a workout. Besides I just...want to see you dance.”

“...I look like a dead fish a little kid is playing with.”

“Whoa that was specific.”

“...mmmmhm.”

She snorted, kissing the tip of his nose. She was not going to ask.

She pushed up off his lap, shrugging her jacket off. He let out a low whistle, making her laugh as she tossed the jacket aside.

“Didn’t know it would be this kind of dancing.”

“Oh hush.” She shot him a look over her shoulder, throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail. “Can you help me move our furniture? Unless you want to move to my studio?” Her aerial silks studio. Only reason she bought this apartment.

That and the nice view (along with walking distance to work but shush).

“...I might wreck your TV.”

“Studio it is then. If you want to get changed that’d be good too. Jeans aren’t uhh...the best to learn a dance in.”

He let out a low sigh before getting to his feet. “Studio?”

“Yeah I just need to clean it up a little.”

“...you’re not gonna back down from this, are you?”

“Nope! Now go change.” He ruffled her hair against her protests, steps heavy as he walked to their bedroom. “The shirt is optional!” she called after him.

He snorted, yelling back. “So is yours!”

She bit her lower lip to keep from grinning, fixing her ponytail. She grabbed her phone, going over into the studio to pin up her silks. On her way she picked up a little green box from the table in the hall. That same table Lucas kept bumping his legs against.

She giggled at the thought, feeling nerves and butterflies flutter in her stomach as she looked at the box. She told Amani about what she was planning to do and today felt...right.

Shoving it in her pocket she went to pin her silks up.

He walked into the studio by the time she was finishing pinning the last one. She knew he had walked in due to the laughter.

So yeah maybe she was on her tiptoes on a ladder.

Har de har har.

“You know if you needed help you could’ve just asked,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. She turned to look at him with a little huff, the ladder shaking under the abrupt movement.

“Well I’m sorry I was cursed with being short.”

“You sure you don’t need help?”

“I’m doing just fine thank you,” she sniffed, turning back around. She finished pinning the last silk, climbing down and putting the ladder back where it was. Smoothing down the front of her crop top she turned to look at him.

“Okay now. That’s done, we can get into it!”

“...hurray.”

“Oh come on a little more pep please.”

“...hurray?”

“....that’ll have to do for now. Now where do you want to start?”

“Something easy?”

“...hmm wanna try mambo?”

“Is it easy?”

“Well not easy easy but it’s not that complicated. We can start with some of the simple movements, like the forward back step. If you’re feeling up for it I can also teach you how to dip.”

“Dip?”

She pursed her lips, walking back over to him. He had shed his jacket and opted for sweatpants. She was a little disappointed he still had his shirt on but she could wave it off. They both were in socks, making mambo a little harder but she was up for the challenge.

“Here I can show you…” she said, grabbing his hands. He just watched her as she shifted one of his hands up on her shoulder, the other on her upper arm. She did her best to keep her hands on his upper back, leading him into a small side shuffle to lead into the dip.

Keeping her body straight she shifted her weight into dipping him. His hands gripped her arm and shoulder, eyes widening.

Good gravy was he heavy.

“The hell are they feeding you?” she breathed.

He blinked before laughing. “Ouch firefly, that stings.”

She rolled her eyes, lifting him back up. She let out a little huff of air as he kissed her softly. After pulling away he stood upright. “So that’s a dip. Think you’d be up for learning it?”

“It doesn’t seem super hard.”

She brightened. “It really isn’t! When you do dip me though, don’t lean close, it hurts my back.”

“Ah! Gotcha.”

“For now it’s forward backward mambo steps!” She grinned a little, adjusting the ribbon in her hair. He stared at it for a moment, the deep blue bringing out the darkness of her hair. She smiled, grabbing his hands again.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked.

“Aislin bought it for me a while back. Haven’t had the chance to wear it.”

“It’s beautiful on you.”

“O-Oh,” she stuttered, her cheeks warming. She ducked her head a little, embarrassed. She still wasn’t used to his out of the blue compliments even after being with him for so long.

He coughed, squeezing her hands. “Dancing?”

“Yes! Right! Dancing!” she chirped, head snapping back up. Her brows were set with determination.

She was going to get him to dance well. She would or she’d die trying.

“So...where do we start?” he asked, just standing there awkwardly.

“Well first with foot movements. Then hand placements. Put it together. Forward and back are the easiest steps, but it gets harder with more complex hand movements and spins.”

He looked horrified, she quickly cut back in. “For now though, forward and back. After you learn to dip me maybe we can learn side to side.”

He nodded, a stubborn gleam sneaking into his eye.

“So first is how you move your feet.” She let go of his hands, moving to a spot in front of him. “We start on the second beat, and when we dance together we start on our right foot.”

She stepped forward on her right foot, brought it back to the middle with her left, back behind her, and finished by bringing it back to her left in the middle.

“Oh that...doesn’t seem all that bad.”

“When you move faster it gets a little tricky, but yeah! Not super complicated. When you add the hips in…” she repeated what she did, but swaying her hips side to side along with her arms. “Now you try it with me!”

His movements were a little jerky, and he kept overstepping the middle but…

“You’re doing great!” she said with a large grin, backing up to set up music on her phone. Soft riffs of a guitar played as she shuffled her playlist.

“Can we...try it together?” he asked, eyes lighting up at her praise. He held a hand out for her to take. She walked closer to him, his hand warm and all encompassing around hers.

“Sure. Arms.” He squeezed her hand once before letting it go and held his arms out. She lifted his left arm up, lacing their fingers together. She moved his other hand to the small of her back, resting her arm on top of his, not quite reaching his shoulders. One issue with a height difference was that dancing would be a pain.

“Like this?” he asked, fingers tapping on her back. She squirmed a little at the touch, making him smile.

“Yeah! But not as tense,” she said, starting them off. He fell into it pretty quickly, what she dubbed his ‘focused face’ coming back into play. She felt a dopey smile climb across her face as she looked at him.

When he got closer she shifted him back with a small glare. “Dance space, my love.” She let go of his arms to gesture. “This is mine.” She made a circle with her arms, he did the same. “That is yours.”

She grabbed his hands again. “No looking down,” she said with a giggle. “My eyes are up here. You can do this.”

They quickly fell into a rhythm, he was catching on quickly.

Then his arms got too loose. And he got very grabby, his hands traveling down south to her butt.

“Noodle arms!” she gasped, moving her arm from his shoulder to swat his hand. “No wandering hands!” He pretended to pout, falling back into the dance again.

He went in for a kiss, she moved her head so he got her chin and neck. His lips traveled down her neck as she squirmed, pushing at his chest with a laugh. “You are invading my dance space!”

She let go of him, pointing to her space again. “This is my dance space.” She pointed back to him. “That is yours. Let’s try it again.”

They went back to it for another moment, her eyes darting to her feet, before he tugged her closer, tilting her head up. “Don’t look down,” he said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Look right at me.”

She snorted, stretching up on her toes to kiss his neck. “Hey now! Dance space!” he said with a laugh, pushing her back into position. His hair was escaping the little ponytail he had tied at the nape of his neck. She fought the urge to run her hands through it as it curled around his face in an adorable way.

After their laughter quelled they settled into the movements. His tongue peaked out from between his lips as he concentrated, brows furrowed. He was slowly getting the loose but structured part of the arms, them moving in sync.

Then ‘Toxic’ started blasting. She started humming along, lip syncing to it. He snorted, losing the rhythm a little as he watched her lose the mambo, moving her shoulders to the beat.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me.”

“Very much, but you’re still ridiculous.”

She arched her back away from his hands, spinning out of his grip, lip syncing but with passion. He laughed, moving back closer to her. She held and shook her head at ‘spinning round and round’ as he hooked his fingers through the belt loops of her pants.

“Do you feel me now?” she sang softly, smiling. He rolled his eyes once before kissing her. She giggled, swaying back and forth in his arms.

“What’s up bitches!” someone yelled from behind them. They jumped apart, Lucas yanking his hands out of her belt loops, her tripping over her own feet, face burning crimson. Toxic still merrily played behind them.

“Amani, you spooked them.”

“Good.”

Maeve spun to look at the intruders. Ah. Of course. Amani. Oh but Zora was with her. That was great. The only voice of reason in this fucking group had just broke into her house. Ah yes that bode well.

Maeve rubbed her temples before cracking an eye open. “How the fuck did you get into my- ...is that a barstool from my kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Amani replied with a shrug.

“...you just broke into my apartment, grabbed a stool from my kitchen, and brought it into the studio with you?”

“Well there’s no other fuckin places to sit in this studio besides the floor and I’m not an animal!”

“...yeah. Sure.”

“Maeve!” Amani gasped, offended.

“Well sweetheart, we did break into her apartment.”

“Not my fault she keeps the spare keys by her bed!”

“So that’s where they went!”

“...Zora I can’t believe you fed into this,” Lucas said once he got himself together from the embarrassment of being walked in on. “I thought you were the smart one.”

“Oh no I’m the one who acts smart but is the worst out of all of you.”

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!”

Amani had set the stool down and was sitting on it the way a man on the subway would sit.

Aka Legs spread and looking like she was going to melt right off of it. Maeve could feel a headache coming on.

“Was bored,” Amani offered.

“...so you decided to commit a crime?”

“Yeah.”

“Amani I’m gonna need a better answer than that for I am three seconds away from throwing you out a window.”

“Ouch Maevey that hurts.”

“One...two.”

“Got bored and decided to say hi. ‘Sides I brought the keys back.”

Maeve turned to look at Zora. Not the answer she wanted but it would do. “And you. What is your excuse?”

“Amani dragged me along. I was also bored.”

She turned to look at Lucas. “So these are the people we surround ourselves with?”

“Apparently.”

“Look without us you two would’ve been gettin it on in the studio. Woulda made a mess,” Amani cut it. Maeve felt her ears go red.

“We were not,” she sputtered. “I was teaching him to dance!”

“...uh huh.”

“That’s it!”

“It’s true! She’s teaching me mambo.”

“...can he actually dance it though?”

“Amani I’m hurt by that statement.”

“Well can he?”

“We’re learning forward backward steps Amani. He can’t mess those up.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Amani I thought we were friends!”

“Exactly.”

“Amani!”

Maeve snorted, looking over at Zora who was trying not to laugh. “Bored you say?”

“Well that and Amani just wanted to see you two.”

“...see us?” Lucas asked. “Why?”

“Uhh to congratulate the happy couple on their engagement, duh.”

“Amani!” Zora hissed, gesturing to both of their very empty ring fingers. Amani didn’t see her girlfriend’s increasingly panicked hand movements.

Maeve felt her heart stop and sink straight into her feet. All the colour drained from her and Lucas’s faces.

“...engagement?” Lucas peeped.

Amani watched their reactions, face growing more confused. “What? You did ask her, didn’t you?”

“...no.”

Amani’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “Oh SHIT.”

Zora smacked her forehead. “Oy vey,” she muttered. “Amani, baby, I love you but-”

Maeve didn’t hear the rest of her sentence, she only turned to look at Lucas. He still looked broken, she swore she could hear dial up streaming from his ears.

“Darling?” she asked softly. He turned to look at her, cheeks reddening.

“I have something to tell you,” they both sputtered at the same time.

She blinked. “You first.” Again said at the same time.

“No you,” she said.

“No no, yours sounds important.”

The box in her pocket grew heavier with every heartbeat. God damnit Amani.

“Well I...um,” she looked away, fidgeting. She never really felt nervous like this but...it was a big moment.

She turned to shoot a low glare at Amani who only offered up a small nervous smile. God fucking damnit.

“Well I was planning on doing this while we were alone,” she huffed, looking back at Lucas. She shoved her hand in her pocket, trying to fight the stutter out of her voice. “But apparently we had two guests coming over.”

“Just get it over with- OW!”

She looked just in time to see Zora elbow Amani in the side. Amani muttered bitterly about how that ‘fuckin hurt’. Zora only shot Maeve a smile and a thumbs up.

While she appreciated the sentiment…

She looked back at her boyfriend, letting out a low sigh. “I love you.”

“...uh oh.”

“Oh hush you.” He chuckled. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. “Fuck, I love you,” she whispered. He blinked, almost shell shocked. “I want to marry you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah I love you- w-what?!”

She pursed her lips, letting out a little sigh. “Goddess I’m no good with words. Sometimes I wonder how I even got to date you. I’m blunt and mean and rude and vulgar but…” she dragged the box out of her pocket. “I managed to fall in love with a dumbass and a dork so it isn’t all that bad, right?”

“Maeve?”

“Holy fuck Lucas she’s asking you to spend the rest of your lives together!” Amani yelled from where she was sitting.

No yelp, in fact Zora was nodding. The look Maeve shot her said all she needed to know. “What? Ami isn’t wrong.”

“You two are the worst,” Maeve groused.

“You want to...marry me?” Lucas finally let out.

She opened the box she was holding, rolling her eyes with a little smile. “Well yeah. After I kill Amani.”

“HEY!”

The ring itself was simple. It was only an engagement ring after all. Her grandfather made it a while back when she brought up the whole ‘getting married’ thing (he talked her ear off too. Her phone bill spiked). It was a silver band with a deep green stripe running through the middle. The green shimmered into something lighter when she moved it.

“That’s funny,” he said, hand disappearing into the void that was his sweatpants’ pocket. He could shove both her and his hand in that thing. Of course she was jealous of it.

He pulled out a ring. Not just any ring but her mother’s wedding ring.

She felt tears well in her eyes. She had told him about it a while back when they first started dating. She didn’t know he remembered. The ring was a simple small silver band. It was braided into a celtic knot with a little turquoise at the top where the knots met.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” He shot her a lopsided grin, her heart skipped a beat. “I uhh...I’m also no good with words but I love you, firefly. Of course I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I fucking love you giant.”

“There she is. I was getting worried with all your sappy talk.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughed.

“But I didn’t get an answer.”

“Neither did I.”

“Well mine is ‘of fucking course’.”

“Hey you stole my answer!”

He chuckled as she slid the ring onto his hand. She rolled her eyes. “Fine. My answer is yes.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“You stole what I was gonna say.”

He laughed again, kissing her knuckles as he slipped the ring onto her finger. “You love me.”

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t.”

“FUCKIN FINALLY!”

“Amani you’re the one that almost ruined it.” “I DON’T CARE!”

A little sigh. “Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much.”

“For my stellar personality obviously.”

Zora giggled, Maeve turned in time to see her plant a kiss on Amani’s cheek. “That and just because I love you.”

“I cannot believe Amani almost ruined this,” Lucas muttered. She turned back to him, laughing as she got closer. She grabbed his left hand with hers, liking how their rings glittered when they moved. He ran his thumb along her knuckles, pausing at the jewelry.

She lifted her head up, him leaning down to kiss her.

Then Amani started screeching like an alarm. ��THIS IS THE PURITY UNTIL YOUR WEDDING NIGHT ALARM. No handholding of any kind.”

Maeve giggled, joining in on the tomfoolery. Lucas sighed. “No need to worry, I am pure. We haven’t even shared a kiss.”

Oh yeah they all knew that was a fucking lie.

“Oh? Not one kiss?” Lucas asked, grinning.

“Nope. My lips are innocent. Saving them for my wedding.”

He bent down close, surprising her with an open mouth kiss. She let out a little squeak as his tongue tapped her teeth once before he pulled away. “That good enough for a first kiss?”

“Well it was supposed to be on my wedding night but…” she smiled, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “It’ll do.”

Amani let out a dramatic gag. “You two are disgusting.”

“Imagine what they’d be doing if we weren’t here,” Zora said, love clear in her tone.

Amani gasped. “You’re right! Defiling the name of marriage I say!”

“Oh like the two of you are any better,” Maeve shot back. “Do I have to recount the amount of times I’ve caught you two in the storage closet at the pub?”

Zora chuckled. “Well you and Lucas in the pantry aren’t any better.”

“Let’sjustcutitandsayifanyofuswerecaughtbyourbossatworkwe’dbefired,” Lucas sputtered out, face going red.

“Aww, but baby I thought you liked the thrill,” Maeve cooed.

He shot her a low glare. Amani cackled. “Degenerates!” she yelled.

“Amani, my love, my sweetness. Pot. Calling. Kettle. Black,” Zora said.

Amani gasped, melting completely off the stool. “My own girlfriend! Betraying me! Oh woe is me! The agony!”

They all giggled at Amani’s actions, she and Lucas scooting closer together. He wrapped his arms around her waist, swaying back and forth. The music and dancing lessons were long forgotten.

“How about we go out for dinner tonight,” Maeve offered.

“What? Like a double date?” Amani asked from her spot on the floor. Zora was laughing too hard to help her up.

“Hmm...no. More like a party!”

Amani’s eyes lit up. “HELL YEAH A PARTY! We gonna get smashed and cause chaos?”

“...well sure.”

“Fuck YEAH!”

“...you are making my life so much harder,” Zora sighed, smiling. She looked back at Maeve again. “Who knew a pip squeak like you could hold your liquor so well.”

“I am not that short!”

“I will beat you at one of those games Maevey!”

“Maeve, you are the shortest out of all of us. You look like a kid.”

Maeve pouted. “Yeah I can still drink you all under the table. Yes even you Amani Ms. ‘can’t-play-guitar-sober-but-somehow-can-drunk’.”

“OH SHUDDUP!”

Lucas laughed, squeezing Maeve’s hip before going over to squat by Amani.

Zora walked over to the now abandoned Maeve. “Well...how are you feeling?”

“Like I’m gonna wake up any second?”

“That’s fair.”

“You think you and Amani will do this?”

“What?”

“Get married.”

Zora’s eyes remained on Lucas now crying about how gravity was increasing on him. Amani let out a squeal as he fell on top of her.

“Well...maybe. I haven’t thought that far. I love Ami but who knows where our future lies.”

“A wedding with you two would be pretty chaotic.”

“Oh yes definitely. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“LUCAS GET OFF ‘O ME YA SEMI TRUCK!”

“Amani that hurts my feelings!”

“GET OFF!”

“For that comment? No!”

Maeve and Zora giggled. “I am happy for you and Lucas. Sorry Amani almost ruined it, don’t think she realized.”

“Oh no I’m more mad about the fact you two broke into my apartment again. You should just take the key.”

“...you sure about giving us the key?”

Maeve sighed. “You’re gonna take it anyways. I can just get another spare made.”

“Amani is gonna take that as an invitation to come over as often as she can.”

“Good to know. My room locks will be changed.”

Zora snorted. “Once again, congrats. Sorry you had to do that infront of us.”

“Remind me to strangle Amani later.”

“...mmm fine but don’t wreck her pretty face.”

“Noted.”

“When are we gonna go! I wanna party!” Amani whined from where she weaseled out from underneath Lucas.

“You do realize this is a celebration of mine and Maeve’s engagement right?”

“Yeah it’s also an excuse to tell embarrassing stories.”

“...oh no.”

Maeve perked up. “Oho? Stuff I don’t know? Let’s go.”

“First we’re gonna give you a makeover,” Amani said, walking over to drag Maeve out of the studio.

Zora untied her blue ribbon, handing it over to Lucas. “Milady’s token of her affection,” she said with a curtsy. Maeve’s protests went unheard.

He bowed, making Zora smile. “I thank you for the token of her affection. I will treasure it always.”

“You better be planning to give that back later,” Maeve groaned as Amani dragged her away.

“Depends. It is a token of my love’s favour.”

“Ugh I hate you.”

“But you’re still marrying me~”

She sighed. “Of course. How could I forget.” She looked back at Amani. “And the fuck are you doing?”

“Gods you need your ears checked. I am giving you a makeover for your engagement party.”

“What? Why?! I look fine!”

“Well the high waisted pants with your crop top is cute and all, I want to make you so fucking hot Lucas kneels over.”

“She does that every time I see her,” Lucas called from the doorframe.

Maeve glared at him. “Don’t encourage her.”

He only smiled, waving at them as they made their way to her room. Zora was making sure Maeve wouldn’t escape. To her short ass it was like two very tall amazon ladies were her escorts.

Or in this case prison guards.

“I’d like to see them try to make you even more gorgeous,” he said with a wink. “It’d be a fun challenge.”

“We have Zora on our side!” Amani grinned. “You get dolled up too and then we go cause a ruckus!”

Maeve sighed.

It was going to be a long, chaotic night.

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snow-wind-and-all-we-will-find · 4 years ago

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Hi! My names arthur and im working on improving my word and building my story, which currently has no name haha! I have a myriad of characters who ill try to list out and give brief descriptions of, aether is technically my main character and some of the characters who are up for question are dead in canon. But you can still ask them stuff, itll just be set before death.

When asking characters questions, rememeber to include the name, their age if theres diffrent ages, i dont mind repeated questions, but if you see the question try not to ask it again lol. If you cant find it with a quick scroll just ask it, although i dont know if this blog will even get that big.

Aether

He comes in three evolutions lol, technically, theres four but idk if i would count 7 year old aether.

Ages: 13 yo - colder, hasnt gotten used to emotions, there are two to this as well, pre-rev and then post-rev 13 yo aether, remember to specify lol.

16 yo- a bit more out there, still kinda disconnected and figuring things out, a bit more defensive

22 yo- lax, hes sorta figured shit out, hes not going to go grazy, hes just gonna be chill lol.

!The gaggle Ghosts!

Yurei

Her personality is very, ehhh, becuase i havnt done work with her, and i havnt completly figured out who she is fully yet, shes 18 yo when aether is 22 yo

18 yo- pretty oblivious, somehow still a bit cynical, very nice and sometimes motherly

Kakoku

Few thousand- mean, likes to bully yurei as he huants her, lowkey a simp for yurei but he wont admit that. Kinda cynical and likes to bring others down, generally a bully

Tamashi

19- emotionless, has to be a really strong emotion to make her emote, tends to stray away from other people, likes to be alone, blunt

Gunnar

A few thousand- sweet, warm and welcoming, tries to be very fatherly and a trusted figure, is very busy most of the tiime unfortunatly though.

!The greek gang!

Argus agapov

16- unstable, pretty baby, protective over friends and family

Mythos agapov

23- whore. He also loves his family, lowkey, hes a trad wife

Perceus

15/16- timid, intrested in posiosn and acids, generally quiet, likes to eat leaves, scaredy cat

Diogenes

14- germ of phobe, kind of a brat, more just a bitch, will yell at you if he sees your hands were dirty from gardening or something while you’re walking to the sink, other than that hes fine, picky eater

Herodotus

15- disorginized, trys his best, likes to write stuff down, helps plato with his writing and grammar in general, gullible, likes record data, has a nice typewriter with tha good clicky clack

Plato

8- sweet baby boi, loves his older brother (socrates), idolizes him even, not a good idea though. He writes down everything socrates does, sometimes he imitates his brother as well.

Socrates

17- dumb of ass, also just dumb, held back a grade, feral child, bites alot of people, soft aestechic but hed stab as a warning

Heracles

30- also dumb of ass, loves cars in that ‘mah babeh’ kinda way. Hates motorcycles, he thinks they’re ugly. Chaotic but he utilizes it to be the weird and cool uncle/cousin thing

Zeus

46- too tired for this shit, is a dad, went out to get milk, jk jk, dissapeared for a hot few years, probably got captured by some gang dunno, it happens. Very serious, would make the dumbest jokes with his brothers with a straight face

Hades

50- lowkey the neglected middle child, soft goth lookin ass, loves his kid, tries his best to raise his kid, sometimes gets help from esme

Poseidon

57- proud stay at home dad, buff but does the typically wifely duties, makes sure his children get enough love, nutrience and care

Lillith

54- very active, the money maker, kinda soft, both her and her husband poseidon are so just in love with their kids, dote on them constantly, very extroverted, always makes time for her kids

Esme

51- tired of zeus’ shit, does her best to make sure no one dies, still treats mythos as her ‘little baby boy, tired mom vibes.

!the Eden gang!

Eden is a fictional country that i slapped onto the globe. It is where aether is from, technically aether is apart of the eden gang as well. Everyone here, if they have an age option, the first age option is the age they are when aether is 13, and the second will be when aether is 16 unless stated otherwise

General kyelli

49- fatherly, thinks of most of the gang as his children, calls everyone ‘son’, as a general rule. If you ask for another nickname, he will do his best. Has a bad knee, and is kinda of bad at existing physically

52+- fatherly still, loves almonds, always has a bag of almonds, dont test him. Enjoys travel, might adopt people he meets along the way, still has pains but now he sees doctors, wants to stay active

Indigo

13- sweet, optimistic, always looks on the brightside and tries to see the good in others. Little heater, understands that sometimes fighting is the only option

Akrano

16- lively, very loose and relax, can get serious when needed though, always making jokes and trying to lighten up the mood

19- a bit more, mellow. Still quite lively and childish, but with two signifigant-others you have to settle down sometimes

Ekrano

16- lively, more stern than akrano and kinda worried, but ultimatly also very loose and bright

Lilliana

16- serious, seemingly colder towards everyone, gets along great with psycho-lops, makes him new eye-patches to pass time, actually just very monotone and blank most of the time, although she does care

19- she doesnt change much, she got a bit more expressive, likes babysitting howl

Psycho-lops

16 1/2- always looks determined, actually kinda scared of conflict, likes to help out with healing though, very proficient in it as well, sounds intimidating while talking about how cute puppies and kittens are

19/20- still the same, is considering studying medicine and medical practices to become a doctor.

Bark

17- bright, incredibly lively, loves to joke around and tease and sometimes bully the others, targets aether primarily, hangs out with his brother most of the time, he can fight for himself but he likes the backup, especcially since he is kinda glass-jawed, being that hes a twig

Bite

17- quiet, intense eyes, always sounds vaugly confused when he speaks, deep voice lol, likes to train, doesnt understand barks need to tease others, likes to read to the children

20- quiet, intense eyes still, more so nervous sounding, slightly paranoid, cluastrophobic and cant stand dusty places, usually in his house or at the docks, doesnt really go anywhere else

Hanelle

17- loud, headstrong, adamant about her opinions, gets along well with bark, she tries alot to be intimidating, not a twig, but not very big, pretty friendly and sociable

!the band of pirates!

Aklea

A few hundreds of years- kinda bored seeming, loves blood, technically cannibal, but not really since he isnt human, to an extent. Despite being fine on the ocean, he gets very car sick very easily. Actually quite nice, very easily triggerd into violence, especcially by something that could be used as a good murder weapon, blood makes him jittery and more lively

Nerone

21- calm, too calm, deals with akleas bullshit wonerfully, he just stands there, blank smile on his face as aklea beats the shit outta someone, unintrested in most anything, likes to draw, but hes a much better pastry chef.

!the shakespears!

Midem(pink boi)

33- lively, loves to work with kids, very creative, likes to make things, mainly art, mainly carvings. Often make little minitures of scenes from midens writing, loves his twin, does anything it takes to fund midens intrests. Very loving to those hes close to

Miden

33- calmer by alot lmao, pretty introverted but he can hold a long conversation without becoming too drained, enjoys writing and making stories, also makes plays for fun, runs off little sleep cuase he stays up so late to write, and gets up early to write.

!gods!

Gideon

9 billion- confused boomer, loves his ‘children’, hates to be hated, always tries to help in anyway he can, despite making them, always curious into what mortals are doing, loves the universe he created and does anything he can to protect it

Merik

7 million- sore loser, does get a little salty, ultimatly bounces back and becomes a very good sport, always will adopt tactics, whatever it takes to win within the rules, keeps most all of his trophies from random feats hes done

Ventus

5 billion - calm, straightforward, tends to disregard others and do things himself, likes to sit on cliffs and watch the ocean

Kyle

Hes been around since 776 bc- very loud, lively, bright, tries his best to educate people on proper form, workout regime i intesne, doesnt allow others to take it, makes custom workout regimes for free, owns a gym, dude bro but hes nice, baby

Horo-sha

Her age technicaly is not accurate, shes like, 2 billion? Since dima was made right after her death. But since her history still lives, ima count it

5 billion but older than ventus- bitter, violent, former god of justice, fucking dead haha, hates mortals, primarily humans

Dima

Also not super accurate, hed only be a few centuries of being an active god before being sealed, but since hes technically, concious and has cognitive function hes counted

3 billion- mean lol, likes blood and gets even more violent when it starts getting messy, ‘new’ god of justice, uh, pretty bad at it like the last one, but worse, will kill over slight misdeameanors, everythings a crime smh

!misc!

Ivan

24- softspoken, from imperial russia, died young, he no longer feels his face is his own, has a mask that he likes better, has the sickness, but since he was human it killed him, can control it post mortem, is strong enough to be seen, but weak enough he can go invisible and go through solid objects.

More ocs will be added when i remember them, or create new ones, characters i dont really have built at all are not included

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extra-salt · 4 years ago

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Just Like The Old Times (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Title: Just Like the Old Times Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: May contain Haikyuu manga spoilers!

Hi! This is my very first fic after I've stopped writing around 6 years ago so this might be a bit meh lol. Who would have thought that the moment I start writing again, it'll be about Ushijima Wakatoshi...

Anyways, the idea actually came from this dream that I had while having an afternoon nap and I had to get it out of my system!

I also posted this on AO3.

Enjoy!

Masterlist

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Nothing has been going right for you this week.

Your boyfriend called it quits with you after expressing how he finds the relationship boring now. You didn’t stop him though, because you know better than chasing someone who doesn’t want to be with you through ups and downs of a relationship.

Work-life hasn’t been easy on you as well. It seems that no matter how much you think you’ve been completing your tasks swiftly, you look back and there’s a new pile waiting for your attention, plus, your manager seems to be doubting your ‘actual work hours’.

The loud sound of the volleyball hitting the floor snapped you out of your stress-filled train of thoughts.

“That’s Japan’s most powerful canon for ya,” you mumbled, eyeing Wakatoshi from the bleachers as he runs to the back of the line for another play.

—

After you’ve ranted your heart out to Wakatoshi about how stressful the past few days have been for you over the phone last night, he invited you to come to the Adlers’ practice. “I remember how you used to release your stress by playing volleyball back in high school,” he said.

“Am I even allowed to interrupt your practice just to de-stress? Toshi please.”

“You can sneak in during the free time.”

You smiled at the memory of Wakatoshi who once got scolded back in high school for letting in outsiders on the school ground.

“It’s fine, Toshi. Besides, I don’t think I have the energy to play,” you groaned. “But maybe, I can watch you guys practice?”

“Okay.”

“And maybe we can grab some food afterwards?”

There was quite a long pause. “Just like the old times? We haven’t hung out in a while”, you added.

You hear that sigh of defeat from Wakatoshi, followed by a reply, “Just like the old times.” —

Just watching them play volleyball helped you ease some stress out of your system. The sound of the bouncing ball, loud cheers after great plays, the smell of air salonpas; you haven’t been in this environment for so long. To be specific, ever since you got together with your ex-boyfriend, you’ve never been in a single volleyball match despite the fact that you’re actually friends with a few professional volleyball players. Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t fond of any type of sports, which is why you can never really convince him to go to one. And whenever you have free time from work, he’ll bring you to parties which you never really enjoyed.

Few more hours of just watching Wakatoshi in practice matches with his fellow Adlers brought you back to your days in Shiratorizawa as the team captains of your respective volleyball teams. You two started getting along when you both found yourselves at the gym during the weekends, just playing volleyball instead of heading out somewhere like the other students who are staying at the dorm.

Even though Wakatoshi is not someone who seemed to talk a lot, you still would ask him tips about volleyball and workout routines as he walked you back to your dorm. It happened so often that the conversations during your walks were no longer limited to volleyball (again, it is you that initiated the questions). His answers are often short and blunt, straight to the point, but you, later on, realized that he’s just really like that no matter who he talks to. He’s just that honest and that’s what probably made you feel comfortable with him. You only knew that he feels the same way when he started to consult to you about the ‘jokes’ from his teammates that he didn’t seem to understand.

After-practice-meals also became a thing for the two of you, and it was in those times when you would explain to him what his teammates’ jokes meant. You find it funny and cute at the same time that he’s maintaining that straight, stern, but somewhat clueless face as you explain things and his occasional “Oh, that’s what it is.” Most of the time, Satori would tag along with you, and you bonded with him over food. The small smiles that escape your lips and that smitten look that you have whenever you have small discussions with Wakatoshi did not escape Satori though.

As you walk back to the dorms with the two guys, Satori made sure to follow your pace. “By now, I think you know how dense he can be, right?” Satori said in a low voice.

The lamp posts on the side of the road did not help in hiding your flushed face to Satori. “Am I that obvious now?”

“Everyone in the team knows, except Wakatoshi, of course,” Satori replied with a teasing laugh which earned him a groan from your end. “Hmmm, he’s probably not even aware of it, but his soft side often comes out whenever you are around. The team can see it, but no one dares to speak. I think even if we do, he won’t understand it.”

“I really don’t know, Satori,” you started, staring at Wakatoshi’s back who’s walking ahead of the two of you. “I don’t think it’s the right time just yet. For him. For me. Right now, volleyball is what probably consumes his mind and his heart the most. Even if we would get together, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with it. Sure, I love the sport, but after knowing him, I realized that what I feel towards the sport is not even half of what he does.”

“He’s The Super Volleyball Maniac after all,” Satori commented.

“What’s up with that name?!” you laughed and Wakatoshi looked back. “What?”

“Nothing!” You dismissed, running up to him and held onto his arm, dragging him to move faster. “Let’s get going now before we go past the curfew!”

—

“Wakatoshi! Toshi!!” You called out as he comes out of the locker room with his teammates. You waved at him and he immediately went your way as he saw you.

You suddenly hear your phone ringing and you grab it to check, and the incoming phone call was from a co-worker. You signalled to him that you’re gonna take the call and turned around. While talking to your co-worker on the phone, you suddenly felt his warm presences behind you and his arms going around your waist. This made you stutter as you tried your best to keep the conversation going with your co-worker and just started at Wakatoshi as he wrapped his jacket around your waist and went in front of you to tie it up.

After the call, you were able to collect yourself, but your blushing face didn’t help at all. “Are you okay?” Wakatoshi asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just surprised I thought you were gonna hug—” you stopped yourself the moment you realized that you’re speaking out your thoughts.

Now it was his turn to blush. “What were you doing anyway?!” You rather asked loudly, hoping that he didn’t hear you rambling, but the flushed and confused Wakatoshi in front of you says otherwise.

“There was some dirt stains on your pants. Maybe you got it from the bleachers earlier so I covered it with my jacket.”

You lightly hit his arm and gave him a smile. “Gentleman.”

He only replies with a knowing look.

“We need to get going now, Toshi. There’s this place with really good udon near Koganei Park!” You drag him by the arm to the exit of the gym but he managed to follow your pace. You two quietly walk together, your hand still holding on to his arm.

“How are you?” He asked.

“A bit better now.” You replied. “You were right. Volleyball did help me de-stress, even though I was only watching from the bleachers.”

“Do you still plan on getting back together with him?”

You were surprised with it since it’s usually you who initiates such questions, but nevertheless, you gave him an answer. “Nah. Never. He thinks I’m boring because I don’t enjoy the parties that we go to. And he doesn’t like volleyball or any sports at all. Now that I think of it, we didn’t have anything in common. Why did I even waste my time on that guy!?”

“Then will you go out with me?” You stopped dead in your tracks and you turn your head to look at him. Your hand still holding onto his arms. He looked and sounded very calm, so you are unsure if he’s trying to deliver a joke in a deadpan manner just like he used to. “I don’t think you’re boring. You never were and you’ll never be. I like volleyball and I’m a professional volleyball player. I might not be able to invite you to parties but I can invite you to all of my games and practices which you will surely enjoy. You love volleyball too so we have that in common— “

“Why do you sound like you’re in a job interview?” you deadpanned.

He makes a confused face but replies, “Is being a boyfriend a job? I’m applying.”

“Yes. Your job is to hang out with me.” You answered.

“Just like the old times.”

“Yes. But even better now.”

—

End Notes:

Scenes that were taken out of this dream that I had: - The reader calling Wakatoshi when he went out from the locker room (it wasn't exactly a locker room, but he was going out from a restaurant I guess? I had to change it to match the story) and the reader calling him "Wakatoshi! Toshi!" - Lending his jacket to the reader. - Reader holding onto him and he asks "How are you?"

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petri808 · 5 years ago

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A Floppy Green Mess

Bakudeku Valentine’s story based on this adorably funny art piece by @corzev with permission. https://corzev.tumblr.com/post/190847911389/dont-repostedit-uhhh-happy-valentines-day-lol

Seated in his desk chair, Bakugou braces his arms along the backing and rests his chin on top. His eyes narrow and brows twitch as he stares at his bed… or rather what sat upon it. Tomorrow… tomorrow might be the death of him, and this reminder was all of his own making.

He knew that Deku will love this stupid gift since the boy was a complete sap at heart, but coming from him, well, he had to really dig deep to pull it off. Just sneaking it into his dorm room without being caught had been an undertaking. He didn’t even want to think about carrying into the common room downstairs or dealing with all the gawking that was sure to come with it.

Only one other person knew about his plans for Valentine’s day, and even that had been due to an unplanned and pure accident the blonde would have preferred never happened. Damn that shitty hair for having a similar gift idea for Mina. Traditionally honmei chocolates were given, but Bakugou could careless about traditions. Kirishima’s excuse on the other hand, was that Mina hinted at wanting something other than chocolates too. At least the red head came in useful for sneaking the gifts in, since he didn’t want to get caught either.

But why had he chosen this particular gift?! He groans and swipes a hand down his face, sitting up in the process. There were a lot of options at the store, and he’d spent the better half of two hours combing through it for the perfect idea.

The most cliché gift for Deku would have been an All Might themed item, but that green-haired nerd had too damn many All Might stuff already. Jewelry was out of his price range, plus he just couldn’t see Deku caring about such material things. A cool new journal might make him happy, but that was boring. Finally, when he’d been almost ready to give up and walk out, there it had been at the back of the store. Propped on a display stand because of its size, it was perfect.

One big ass stuffed green rabbit plush that was almost bigger than he was. In fact, he could barely get his arms around it. He swore the thing even looked like Midoriya, with its bright green eyes and freckles representing whiskers. The right ear was flopped over, adding to its huggable adorability factor, but on the front of its chest were the words “My Hero.” Bakugou wasn’t super thrilled with that message, but he couldn’t begrudge the fact the rest of the doll was perfect for his idiot little Valentine. Deku was bound to adore it, squeeze it, probably snuggle with the damn thing, and it would be like Katsuki living through the doll even if the nerd doesn’t reciprocate his feelings.

‘He better fucking like me back!’ The blonde growls under his breath. He wouldn’t be taking this embarrassing chance if he thought there wasn’t one. Eavesdropping on the A-1 girl’s conversations had him pretty convinced that the guy had a secret crush on him. According to them, Midoriya’s nursed it for years, and it was the whole reason he’s put up with the hot-headed blonde’s abusive attitude. Bakugou didn’t want to admit that he was quite a bully to the boy their whole life, but he was an asshole to everyone. Okay… so maybe he was worse to Deku, but the guy could be annoying too.

‘Then why’d you fall for him?’

‘Shut up!’ he growls at his conscious. He had no idea why! Somehow the damn nerd grew on him! Yeah, the nerd was still the same annoying ray of sunshine he’s always been but watching the nerd develop after receiving One For All and go from a mouse to a powerhouse on par with him, well, it just happened. He didn’t even notice the feelings developing, or how he’d started paying more attention to the guy, worried about, and even started acting nicer to him….

Until one day after an exhaustive training session, they were in the communal showers, and seeing a half-naked Midoriya spiked his heartrate along with something else below the waist. Thank All Might no one noticed the smoke coming off of his hands due to the level of steam in the room. He’d quickly dashed back into a shower stall and took a very long cold shower to cope. But the answer was as clear as a blow to the head. He was in love with Midoriya Izuku.

Speaking of a shower, the waning light outside of his window signaled dinner would be soon. He climbs off his chair and gives the stuffed doll one last look before grabbing his things. A shower might calm his nerves and maybe provide a bit of respite to cool the other physical desires swirling in his brain.

Bakugou reaches over and silences the alarm clock on his phone. Unable to get a restful sleep, he’d already been up when the beep signaled the arrival of 8 am Saturday morning. There wasn’t a rush to get out of bed, knowing that Deku was probably still out cold. That boy has never been a morning person and on school days it often took a load of coffee to get him past the walking dead stage. He on the other hand could rise before the sun breached the horizon and get a workout run in before heading to class.

Another alert from his phone, but this time a message from Kirishima. ‘I can hear Deku in his room, boy’s early today.’

The blonde sits up. ‘Don’t panic,’ he tells himself, ‘just because he’s up early doesn’t mean anything.’ He swings his legs over the side of the bed, giving his arms and back a good stretch to warm up the muscles.

Another alert. ‘He left his room got his jacket and scarf on.’

“Fuck!” Where the hell is Deku going this early?! Bakugou hurries to throw on a pair of pants, a warm turtleneck, and his shoes almost tripping over the pants legs as he puts them on. He then grabs the rabbit plush and races out of his room, not even stopping to close the door behind him. This thing was so cumbersome to carry! Hoisting it over his shoulder, he descends the staircase, figuring it would be faster. He takes them two by two, practically throwing himself down the flights and slamming his shoulder against the open bar once he makes it to the bottom.

Crap! Crap! Crap! The second he bursts through the stairwell entrance, Bakugou see’s Deku almost at the front door. “Oi! Nerd!” He screams as he breaks into a sprint.

Deku hears someone calling his name and stops, turning towards the source. “Oh, hey Kacchan!” He waves with a beaming smile.

How is Deku so awake already?! To Bakguou this was quite out of character for the guy to be lively in the morning. He stops a couple of feet from the green-haired man. “Where the fuck you headin’ so early?”

“Um, well, you know my mom is all alone,” Deku flushes a little embarrassed, “so I was gonna meet her for brunch as a Valentine’s treat.”

‘That’s it?!’ Bakugou lets out an exhale of relief because deep down he’d feared his crush was about to go meet a potential rival. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud. “Oh. Tch, sounds like the sappy kind of shit you’d think to do.”

“Um, Kacchan, what do you have there?” Midoriya points to the doll. “Is that a gift from someone?” His eyes crinkle, “do you have an admirer?!”

“What?!” Oh, wait the doll! How the fuck could he forget about the big ass plush rabbit in his arms. “Hell, no this isn’t from anyone! Who the fuck would give me a stuffed animal?!”

Midoriya giggles, he didn’t think so least they were ready to be incinerated. “Then why do you have it?”

Immediately, the hot-heads blood pressure goes through the roof. His cheeks heat up and burst into a dark reddish hue. He averts his eyes, nervous and embarrassed. “It’s for you Deku.” Bakugou holds the doll out. “You know for the holiday and crap.”

“What?!” This surely wasn’t really happening. Deku pinches his arm, for he had to still be dreaming. Waking up early was playing tricks on his mind. “No way, y-you got me a-a gift? Does that mean?”

This bitch was going to make him say it! The blonde growls, “damn are you gonna accept it?” He tries again to thrust the doll towards his crush. “Be my fucking Valentine Deku?”

There was no warning, no rimming of moisture, or light clouding in his eyes. The moment Bakugou said the last three words, tears explode from Midoriya like the uncorking of a champagne bottle. Even the hot head was taken aback by the sheer volume of liquid pouring out. How was it even possible?! And if that wasn’t crazy enough…. In the middle of the fountain action, the man goes limp and drops like a dead weight to the floor.

“Stupid fucking nerd!” Bakugou drops the stuffed rabbit, quickly slides onto his knees and pulls the collapsed man into his lap. “Oi! Dumb ass wake up!” he shakes his crush, but the guy was unresponsive. Shit! Did he hit his head or something? “Deku this isn’t funny!” He slaps the unconscious man. He could see the headline’s now: Pro hero dies from bunny shock. “Wake up!”

Leave it to Deku to give him a heart attack on Valentine’s Day. He can feel the eyes of observers on his back boring in, judging. Of course, with his personality, it would be easy to blame him for hurting someone. But there’s no way he’d ever hurt Deku! Not willingly. Who could have predicted this damn nerd would go into shock and collapse?! Tears cloud his ruby red eyes and he cradles the man’s face against his cheek. “This is bullshit!” But his growls are a facade as the panic takes over. “Deku wake the fuck up!”

Stupid rabbit doll! Had the cute and cuddly plush toy been too much? He’d figured Deku would love it. Surely it wasn’t the fact he’s the one who asked the nerd to be his Valentine? Was it really that shocking? Okay fine, so it would seem out of character for him, especially with their history, but they’d gotten past all that and were on good terms now. Even the crying was something he somewhat expected. Maybe not the volume, but let’s face it, the man was a crier.

After what felt like a million years yet in the flash of minutes, Bakugou feels his friend stirring in his arms. He gives another shake. “Get up nerd!”

Midoriya’s eyes open, blinking from the harsh glare that meets it. “Ka…cchan?” He looks around, “why am I on the floor?” But then he notices the moisture in his friend’s eyes. He sits up quickly. “Oh no, what’s wrong?! Y-You’re crying!”

“What?! No!” Bakugou shoves the man off his lap and wipes away the tears he won’t admit had gathered. “I don’t cry!”

“But…”

“I wasn’t crying! You just had me worried cause you fucking collapsed!”

That’s when the whole Valentine’s confession sweeps back into Midoriya’s mind like a blaring reminder alert. “R-Right… Kacchan wants to be my Valentine,” he mumbles under his breath as if his brain is still processing the events before it short circuited. The stuffed plush rabbit lay off to the side, so he pulls it over and hugs it close. “I’m sorry I worried you,” he peers up at the red-faced man in front of him, smiling, sniffling, and tucking his chin into the dolls soft head. “Of course, I’ll be your Valentine Kacchan.”

Bakugou looks away, embarrassed. “I’m not forcing you to be you know.”

“Huh?” Midoriya sits up straighter. “I know you’re not!” He scoots closer on his knees, placing the doll beside them. He reaches out and takes hold of the blonde’s hand, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “I was a little surprised, is all to get a gift from you.”

“Tch, well don’t read too much into it.”

“Oh…”

The blonde watches his crush deflate right before his eyes. Shoulders slumped, and body hunched a little as if the man before him wanted to curl into a ball. He can see the tears building again in Midoriya’s eyes.

“…okay. Thank you very much for the gift Kacchan, but I should be on my way.” If his body hadn’t communicated how he felt from Bakugou’s words, his tone sure did.

A stinging arrow pierces the blonde’s heart. He’d gone too far with the remark and the sensitive man was taking it hard. ‘Idiot!’ he growls at himself. Sometimes his mouth really needed a filter. As his crush stood ready to leave, Bakugou grabs his wrist, still from a seated position. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at the man and keeps his eyes glued to the floor.

“Kacchan?”

He squeezes Midoriya’s wrist, “I didn’t….” a sigh escaping his lips, “...didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” His brows furrow, annoyed and upset with himself for ruining the moment. “I’m still coming to terms with the idea…. that I really like you.” He can feel his entire body heating up from the proclamation being said out loud for anyone within range to hear it. There was a mixture of fear, anxiety, melded with excitement and a feeling of liberation all seeping through his frame. “Like… in a romantic way.”

“Kaachan, get up.” Though Midoriya’s words were a demand, his timbre was gentle and lulls Bakugou into at least looking up at the man. “Come on,” he reverses the grip on his wrist, taking hold of the man’s arm, and tugging gently, “get up.”

Once the blonde has allowed himself to be pulled up, Midoriya refuses to let go, instead switching to the man’s hand. He intertwines their fingers with a smile. “I like you too. Would you like to come with me to see my mom? I know she won’t mind. We can say hi to your parents too while we’re in the area.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to be a third wheel…”

“No way! I’d rather you come along,” the nerdy man flushes red, “it can be kind of like our first date.”

Date! Is what he wanted to scream. “Okay fine, I’ll tag along but I’m not calling it a date cause dates are for saps.”

That just makes Midoriya laugh, of course this man would think dates are sappy.

“But, what about the rabbit,” Bakugou motions to the doll, “you’re not taking that with us, right? It’ll be a pain in the ass on the train… trust me.”

Again, the man laughs, “I’ll put it in my dorm room. Wait for me here in the foyer?”

“I’ll come with you, gotta grab my jacket and wallet since I hadn’t dressed to go out.”

“Oh, right,” more laughter.

As they stop to part ways in front of Midoriya’s dorm room, and before letting go of the man’s hand, Bakugou leans forward hesitantly, then places a quick kiss on his crushes his lips. “It’ll just be a couple minutes to grab my stuff.” The green-haired man turns bright red and sputters out a few incoherent words. The blond laughs, at least he didn’t faint this time.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fan fic #katsuki bakugou #Midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #katsuki x izuku #bakudeku fanfiction #valentines day #fluffy #fan art inspired #bnha #kacchan #deku

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ihearthenryyycavill · 5 years ago

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Social Media

Author’s note: I actually wanted to turn this angsty but I failed hilariously and made it fluffy. First fic on this blog, I am excited! Written before I had to make lunch lol, so it is shorter than my usual fics! Requests are open! I write nearly everything for our man Henry!

Warnings: nothing, just fluff

Was it worth it after all?

You scrolled through your feed, mindlessly ignoring all the postings by friends and family, posting how happy they were in quaratine, how it improved their lives by joining a MLM, not realizing they’d be scammed out of their money in now time. Another one posted about how Bill Gates was the Anti-Christ and how big pharma was behind the virus, because obviously killing people would get them so much more money. You unfriended that person.

“Honey?”, Henry’s voice came from the hallway, and you yelled back a ‘yeah’ to let him know you were in the bedroom. He walked in, freshly showered after his daily workout routine. Sometimes you wished you had his strength and discipline - then you remembered the time you caught him eating a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and thought it wasn’t about discipline, it was about being constant. Henry was allowed to make mistakes, and so were you.

“You are pulling such a sour face. Tell me, what’s wrong?”, Henry said as he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed. You threw your blanket off your body, sighing while doing so.

“People are so stupid and it pisses me off.”, you answered, and Henry’s face instantly turned sour too.

“Don’t tell me someone sent you hate messages ag-”

“No, not this kind of stupid.”

“Oh thank God.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at his reaction, then handed him your phone. It was still open on the conspiracy theory from an ex-facebook friend. Henry read through the post, and the further he got, the more he had to hide his amusement.

“So Bill Gates is using dead babies to work on a killer virus which should wipe out half of humanity so he can take over the world?”, Henry summed it up, couldn’t help but laughed loudly at his amusement.

At this point, you laughed too and took your phone back. “As it seems”, you smiled and turned it off completely, not interested in anyone or anything disturbing your precious time with your boyfriend. You got up and instantly crawled into his lap, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “You should grow out your beard again!”

“Fuck no!”, Henry shook his head, making a face as if he had just bitten into a lemon. “You know how much I hated the moustache I had to grow for Mission Impossible!”

“But it looked good! I quote a comment on Instagram, ‘Henry could give me a beard burn with this moustache and I’d thank him’.”

“...baby, you commented that under my selfie?”

“I never said who the source was!”

Henry laughed and pushed you playfully off his lap, making you fall back into the blankets of your king sized bed. “You are terrible, sweetheart!”, he said, to which you raised your finger, placing it above your lip in an attempt to copy his infamous moustache.

“Hu hu, look at me, I am August Walker and your girlfriend thinks of me when you have sex!”

Henry shook his head, but his soft chuckles betrayed the disappointed look on his face. “Fine, as long as you think of someone I played while we have sex, I cannot be mad.”

You giggled and sat up, face to face with the man you loved so much. To the moon and back. To uranus and back. When you told him this joke ages ago, Henry threw a pillow at you. “How about you boot up your PC and we play some Witcher together?”, you suggested, earning an eager nod from Henry.

Henry left the room and you watched his beautiful back, smiling to yourself. You still couldn’t believe you were this lucky to fall for such a handsome man, amazing on the outside and the inside. But you were so happy Henry chose you, out of millions of women who fancied him.

Requests are open!

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angryteapot · 6 years ago

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Last Laugh

Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1485

Warnings: None, I think? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: You and Steve are workout buddies. But really, you're no match for Captain America, so you're just there for the laughs and his muscles.

A/N: Just something I wrote forever ago, back when I didn’t care about unrealistic workout regimens lol. I re-read it and nearly died from the awfulness of it. So yeah... read at your own peril, I guess.

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You stand outside in the morning chill in your thin workout clothes, with your phone and headphones in hand. You shiver, but know you'll be sweating in no time once Cap comes down to join you. You play a game on your phone, enjoying standing still while you can.

Steve walks through the compound entrance, calling out to you, "Hey Y/N, shouldn't you be doing warm up stretches?" You grin at him saying, "I'm hoping a cramp will incapacitate me so I won't have to run."

He smiles and shakes his head, and you both stretch a little before your run. The compound training area is huge, and you're seriously not looking forward to attempting to keep up with the super soldier. You aren't a fan of running unless it's a life or death situation, in which case you're nearly as fast as Steve and Bucky, to everyone's intense surprise.

You start out at a light jog, music blaring through your headphones and motivating you to match your pace with the pounding rhythm. You speed up a little, Steve matching your pace. You're finally finishing your second lap around the perimeter when Steve signals to you that he's going to go full speed.

You're surprised that he stuck with you for so long, considering that your running pace wasn't even enough for him to break a sweat. You, on the other hand, were already overheating and peeled off your thin sweater, leaving you in a tank top. You took a minute to get some water, deciding that one more lap should be sufficient before you collapse.

You're going at a good pace, enough to make your lungs burn and legs ache, but not so much that it's overwhelming. You're not even a third of the way through your lap when Steve breezes past you, shouting, "On your left!" with a shit-eating grin. Ugh, that asshole. Now you know how Sam feels whenever he trains with Steve.

By the time you finish your lap (about 5 normal-people-sized laps), Steve has passed you up and shouted "On your left!" three more times, each time accompanied by a bigger grin at your glare.

You collapse on the lawn, chugging water and trying desperately to catch your breath. Steve finishes another lap before jogging up to you with a smile, motioning for the water in your hand. You throw it at his head with a mock glare, chuckling at his affronted expression when he catches it.

You flop down on your back, pulling the headphones out of your ears and putting them in your pocket. Steve smirks down at you, taunting, "Given up already, Y/L/N? We're barely getting started."

You glare up at him, staring at his stupid muscles and that stupid smirk. "You can workout to your heart's content, Captain. But I'm remaining right where I am. Maybe I'll practice my Dead Man's yoga pose."

He laughs at your antics, dropping into position for push ups a few feet from you. You lazily turn to look at him, giving him a look that said 'you're crazy'. He only arched an eyebrow and laughed at you before starting his push ups.

You stared up at the sky, catching your breath, when an idea hit you. For Steve, working out hardly ever had him out of breath. Laughter, though, always had him gasping for air like a fish out of water. You formulated a plan and rolled over towards him until your head was right next to his whenever he did a push up.

When he went down, he held himself effortlessly and looked confusedly at your upside down face next to his.

"Hi," you said cheekily with a smile.

"... Hey?" was his confused reply before he pushed up again for another push up.

When he went back down again, you were humming some song and looking up at the clouds. Steve smiled fondly because of how close you were and how comforting it was just to have you near while he worked out. He continued his push ups, your splayed-out hair brushing his nose whenever he was in the down position.

You suddenly spoke, so softly that his super soldier hearing was the only reason he heard it. Between your humming, you had whispered, "My ass on the grass," with a slight giggle. He huffed out a laugh, amused at your weird comment.

You continued your plan to hear his adorable laughter until he was paralyzed with it and gasping for air. Still looking at the clouds, you saw a vague rabbit-looking shape and sing-songed, "Bunny with the money, looking for the honeys."

Steve let out a snort at this, and you were disappointed that it wasn't a full laugh. Time for Phase Two, then. Few knew that Steve "Captain America" Rogers was ticklish, and those that did know were threatened with death should they try anything. You, however, were always the exception from his wrath; only earning the Eyebrows of Disappointment ™ while he playfully threw you onto the nearest soft surface and tickled you until you begged for mercy.

The next time he was in the down position, you whisper, "Abs for the grabs," as you reach under him and lightly tickle his clenched stomach.

He laughs in surprise, twitching hard as he holds himself up with one hand and swats you away with the other.

Yes, success! Thinking it was a one time thing, he continues with his push ups while you formulate more rhymes.

You rhyme his various body parts while poking and tickling said part until he's gasping for breath, his eyes and nose adorable scrunched with laughter.

You poke his forehead next, saying," Frontal lobe gets the probe!" His face scrunches while he laughs, though still not giving up on his workout. Time to bring out the big guns then...

You suddenly shout, "Pecs that flex!" and place your hands on his pectorals, squeezing the firm muscles and laughing hysterically to yourself.

Steve's eyes widen in shock as he bursts out laughing, almost falling from his position as he gasps for breath between each laugh.

HELL YEAH, you are triumphant! When he finally catches his breath, there's a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and you know that you're in for some payback.

You try to scramble away, but (still in push-up position) he pushes up hard, his hands leaving the ground as he come back down, landing in the down position again; this time with his hands on either side of your upside-down head. You lay there gaping like a fish, half impressed at his dexterity, a quarter aroused, and a quarter mock-fearful about whatever his payback is going to be.

*Image is only used to show the position, no implied appearance of Y/N*

But he doesn't move, only holds himself up as he gazes intensely at you. You swallow, gazing fondly into his ocean eyes. Said deep blue eyes roam your face before looking into your own bright eyes again. He notices your breathing, blush-tinged cheeks, and your slightly-parted lips.

You swallow and try to joke, "Elbow to elbow!" while hooking your arms around his bent elbows.

He smiles beautifully and, unable to stand his longing anymore, whispers, "Mouth to mouth."

The words barely register in your brain before he lowers himself further, his soft lips meeting yours in an upside down kiss. When he pulls back, your eyes flutter open and you roll over, pushing yourself up and looking him in the eye.

You give him a small smile (because he looks adorably anxious) and move back in to kiss him again. He sighs and sinks into the kiss, dazedly pulling back after a moment and resting his forehead against yours.

You share a smile, and while he thinks you're moving in for another kiss, you stop with your lips barely brushing his. He glances at you, waiting for another kiss, when you suddenly whisper, "Tongue to cheek," licking a broad stripe up his cheek.

Before he can process what just happened, you laugh joyously and spring up before sprinting away towards the compound. He stares after you in shock before grinning devilishly, jumping up to sprint after you. He has a difficult time catching up to your unnatural speed, but he eventually does, and slings an arm around your waist, lifting you up and swinging you around in circles.

Peals of laughter escape your lips as he spins you, with you clutching onto his arms for dear life. When he stops spinning, he holds your body tight to his, your feet not even brushing the ground.

He grins at you adoringly before kissing you softly and putting you back down on your feet. You hug him and grab his hand as you walk into the compound together for your customary post-workout breakfast.

Glancing up at his satisfied smile, you think you could get used to actually keeping up with him on a run if it ended with playful chasing and victory kisses.

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