#reader is a huge flustered mess and sans loves it

[trashcatmonster]

title: a little snack

summary: You're going to kill your friend. When they had said they'd found a great match for you, you thought they meant someone really nice and patient, you didn't think they meant a skeleton practically the size of a mountain.

And they're not even wrong! You just can't think when he is that attractive!

notes: based on this art by @hashileio​!! the scene in the art is directly in the fic have fun getting to that point bc i sure did have literally so much fun writing this.

ao3 link: here!

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You squirm awkwardly in your seat, hyper aware of the heat in your face as well as the unwavering gaze of the skeleton sitting on the other side of the table. You’re refusing to look at his face, too worried that you’ll trip over your tongue if you have to look up at him again and try to carry a conversation.

Not that any conversation is really… happening right now. You’d managed to squeak out an introduction, and he’d given you a joke you couldn’t remember the phrasing of right now but it had been funny, and you had managed a giggle in response.

But not much else has been said ! And you’re pretty sure it’s entirely because you’re too flustered by the skeleton’s sheer size (He! Dwarfs! You!) to be a very good conversationalist. You’re usually so much better at reigning yourself in, but this skeleton (who’s name you definitely remember) hasn’t once taken his single red eye light off of you and really! That is not helping your case!

“Sorry for the wait!” your waiter greets, and you jolt a little in surprise because you’d forgotten the two of you were in a restaurant.

Because your friend had set you up on a blind date. Insisting you’d love this guy and oh stars you were going to have to give them a piece of your mind after this was over!

“Have you guys figured out what you want or do you just wanna start with drinks?” your waiter continues when neither of you say anything. You clear your throat, impulsively fanning your face with your hand in a feeble attempt to cool your cheeks down.

“Um… Just a water for me, thank you,” you finally answer them, awkwardly forcing your hand back to your lap when the waiter eyes it with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.

“Perfect, one water and…” The waiter trails off, turning to the skeleton (Who is! Your date! Oh stars.) with a patient grin.

Your date (Date! Yours!) finally, finally, turns his gaze from you to the waiter. He’s quiet for a moment, and then he speaks up with a deep rumbling voice that has your face heating up even more.

“Water for me, too.”

You feel like you’re on fire, you just know your whole face is red. Blush spreading from your neck to your ears. He hasn’t even done anything! He’s just sat there, staring at you again.

Stars you were going to have a melt down. You start fanning yourself again, but you drop your hand to the table awkwardly once you realize what you’re doing. For a second, you think the skeleton’s grin grows just slightly at your actions but you can’t really tell for sure so you just put it down to wishful thinking.

Okay, surely this date is still salvageable? You haven’t totally ruined it by being your usual, easily flustered self! Just push through, you’ll learn his name eventually! It won’t be painfully awkward and embarrassing to not remember the first thing he told you on this date while you were too busy floundering over the size of him to properly process any of the words he was saying to you.

You can’t do this. You so can’t do this, you’ve definitely already messed this up just so incredibly thoroughly!

Abruptly you stand, and the skeleton startles back in his seat, watching your movement as you flail awkwardly for something to say.

“Um! Sorry!” is all you can manage to squeak out before you’re rushing out of the building.

You don’t get very far, barely managing to get out of the building and around the corner before the massive skeleton is suddenly right there caging you in against the wall, keeping you from running further away. You jump with a squeak, staring at the skeleton with wide eyes while you press yourself back into the rough wall behind you.

“where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and stars! He is so close to you! How are you going to survive this encounter when just looking at this skeleton gets your heart beating rapidly in your chest and your face turning into an oven!

You open your mouth, trying to attempt an explanation of your kind of rude actions actually! But you’re staring at the skeleton in front of you, so you notice when his single, large eye light sweeps over you from your feet to your face a couple times before his grin definitely widens.

Stars. Fuck. You can’t do this, you can not function with literally the most attractive person you’ve ever seen blatantly checking you out after you had very rudely fled the restaurant that was the location of your blind date.

The skeleton chuckles (even his laugh is attractive! This is not fair!) and he leans forward into your space.

Your heart leaps into your throat, and you finally snap your mouth shut as you impulsively look at his teeth and wonder very briefly what a skeleton kiss would feel like.

“stars, you’re so jumpy,” the skeleton teases you, and that! Is not fair actually!

Before you can say anything in your indignation, the skeleton closes his empty socket in what you think might be a wink and continues his apparent observations of you.

“i could just eat you up.” The words are spoken in almost a purr, ringing in your ears and already looping in your mind incessantly.

That’s it. You’re done for. You can’t do this anymore! Your overheated flush somehow gets worse, and if you were in a cartoon there would be steam coming out of your ears because you have reached your limit.

Your hands come to your face, splaying over it in an effort to hide just how flustered you are. And if that wasn’t bad enough, your legs choose right then to go weak under you so with the wall as support, you slide down to the sidewalk making unintelligible noises.

There’s quiet around you for a moment, and then the skeleton above you snorts out a laugh and takes two steps away from you.

You’re expecting him to leave, finally done with tormenting you with your own attraction to him. So when you peek out from behind your hands, your surprised to see him crouched down, balancing with his feet flat on the ground in a Slav Squat, his arms resting over his knees. Your eyes trail up to his face, noting that his grin is a lot softer than it was when he’d been teasing you.

“you alright?” he asks in that deep baritone that nearly vibrates in your chest now that he’s so close to you.

You cover your face back up with whine that trails into more garbled, flustered noises. You can hear the skeleton huff a laugh, but he seems content to wait for you to regain enough composure to actually answer his question.

So you put in the effort to take in deep breaths and calm your racing heart. It’s still pounding, and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye again because you know you’ll be right back where you started if you do.

“I’m… okay. You’re just! A very attractive skeleton! And I’m struggling very hard to cope with that!”

Your voice raises in pitch right at the end of your sentence, and you swallow hard and take a few more calming breaths.

“…heh.” Is all you hear before the skeleton is reaching forward and using his very large fingers to push your chin up and get you to meet his eye.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen someone this bent outta shape over me in a positive way, it’s pretty cute.”

You! Are suddenly very red faced again! The skeleton snickers, his thumb coming forward to just… rest against your lips and he winks at you again before tugging your bottom lip down and pulling his hand away.

“wanna come back inside? bet if you keep that breathin’ trick up we could even have a conversation.”

It is taking everything in your power to not have another flustered meltdown right now, but you nod anyway. You don’t actually want to abandon your date after all, and if he doesn’t have an issue with how much you’re struggling with coherency around him…

“Um—“ you cut yourself off, face heating up out of embarrassment when the skeleton looks down at you because he’s stood up now.

“’sup?” he asks, offering a hand towards you that you take so you can get off the sidewalk.

“What… What is your name?”

The skeleton stares at you, and you can see the active effort he is putting in not to laugh at you even as he fails at keeping his amused grin in check.

“didn’t catch it the first time?” he teases, and you resent that actually!

“You vastly overestimate my ability to think when someone as big as you is directly in front of me!” you protest, squeaking the last few words when you realize exactly what you just said.

The skeleton stares, and then his grin turns almost predatory as he looks you over.

“you like ‘em big, huh?”

You regret everything!

“I mean— That’s not! I didn’t…”

“Sans,” the skeleton— Sans interrupts you, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket. You’re incapable of answering, and all you can do is follow him when he heads back to the restaurant.

Before the two of you re-enter the building, you hear him tack on something else that probably has your entire being, soul and all, flushing bright red.

“and don’t worry, i like ‘em tiny.”

[demoiselettes]

Why wait?

Valentine’s Day event, day 3.

.♡ Pairing: Sabito x reader

.♡ Category: fluff

.♡ Warning(s)/note(s): reader’s gender is not mentioned, reader is implied to be shorter than Sabito, both of you are 13(takes place before the canon timeline)

+ Is there the need to wait for the special day?

@brokeniced , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @potofstewie

When you willed yourself to approach him, you could already fathom his reaction to your far-fetch idea.

« We don’t have that kind of time, » He’d say. « Let’s leave those things to when we’ve made the world a better place. »

The boulder was uncut, merely a couple shallow slices littering its hard surface. Getting closer, you could hear the whooshing of metal slicing through air. Sabito was in his usual spot near the huge rock, his sword an extension of his hand with its fluid movements. He jumped and summersaulted without breaking a sweat. You had half the mind to withdraw, but his gaze fell on you and it was too late.

He beckoned you with a smile, stopping to stand still, his sword resting limply by his side. « I was beginning to wonder when you’d show up. »

« Urokodaki-san met some people and they began talking. They had a lot to catch up on. » you strode towards him, careful not to meet his eyes.

« Where’s your sword? We have to train. You missed out while you were in town with Urokodaki-san. »

« I-i actually came here to talk, » you forced down bile. His tone was firm, he probably wouldn’t fancy a chat. He waited.

« Have you ever heard about Valentine’s Day? » you breathed out.

He quirked an eyebrow. « No. »

« Well, i just learnt about it- see, Urokodaki-san’s friends were talking about this festival that’s celebrated abroad and.. » you kicked a pebble away, realizing just how stupid this whole idea was. Heat spread in your cheeks. « we could take part in it, too? »

He stared at you.

« Okay, sorry, this was a bad-« 

« What’s it about?” He moved closer to you, peering down curiously.

“Oh-“ how could you casually announce it? “It’s in a few days,” you said, trying to gain time to choose your words. “It’s about love. Celebrating it and.. all..”

Next thing you knew his lips were on yours, and they were gone just as quickly as they were brought down, leaving you a confused, flustered mess.

« Don’t mind celebrating it, but we don’t have to wait for a specific day to do that. » he flicked your forehead, sheathed the sword in its scabbard and took your hand in his.

[knmaskitten]

Espresso

Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/reader.

Summary: In which you encounter your old love, Hinata, one random day walking down the street. This takes a huge impact on you. You reminisce all of the good old and nostalgic days alongside Karasuno, but specially algonside Hinata.

warnings / tags: Afab/female reader. No use of y/n. Reencounter after breakup. Oikawa Tooru hits on you. A little bit of a physical description at the end, I avoid mentioning stuff like hair color or skin color so it shouldn’t be that much of an issue.Reader wants to be a pro volleyball player. Reader has a huge academic validation (it is kind of part of her personality). A lot of fluff. Hinata avoids his feelings ergo avoids reader. Huge confession at the end. I did not proof read this. You basically are Karasuno’s third manager.

notes: This little reader insert was written in one sitting so I vehemently apologize if I made any grammatical mistakes or punctuation. Also, not very important but still good to know, english is not my first language so read this with that in mind. I first posted this on AO3 so if you want to read my stuff first here it is.

wc: 5,348.

One afternoon, you were walking down the street when, all of a sudden, you saw Hinata Shouyou walking by. He looked exactly the same as he did when you were teenagers (perhaps almost the same; he had a lot more muscle now). He was all alone, shopping at a nearby coffee shop. You were startled; you hadn't seen him since high school, and now he was just standing there. He looked very focused while reading the menu, probably thinking of his order while he waited patiently in a very large line of clients—at least twenty—who looked very annoyed at the pace of the girl at the register.

It was a very well-known fact that you couldn't work under pressure; even your friends mocked you for it. "You are so easy to break!" your best friend liked to say. "You look so cute when you're a flustered mess!" and so on and so forth. Despite all of that, you played volleyball professionally, which meant being pressured all the time. You were a spiker, so that meant following the setter's leads, sometimes being a blocker, and saving the ball. You had to be versatile, all of this in a very short amount of time—fractions of seconds even. But this? This was a different kind of pressure; you had absolutely no idea what to do. And you had your grounds for stating this.

Four years ago, when you were in your first year of high school, when you were sixteen,. You joined the men's volleyball team at Karasuno. You knew this was probably going to take up a lot of your time, but you needed club activities for credits and, well, distraction. You were engulfed in your studies and your desire to be one of the top students at school. Your head professor encouraged you to take breaks and see life in another light, to study a little bit with more ease, and to practice a sport (you quite literally sucked at sports). She said balance was the key to a happy and fulfilling life (or so she said). So you ended up as a helper for the team—not quite a manager but also not a player—and specifically for Kiyoko and Yachi.

Naturally, you were nervous. People kind of gave you the ick; you weren't that much of an extrovert but also not a full introvert. At the end of class, you waited a little bit more just to avoid bumping into any of your classmates on the way home. You also liked to eat lunch alone at your desk. Peaceful and tidy. That’s how you liked it. So this is why it also did not make sense why you chose the volleyball team when you knew how messy and loud things could get. And you absolutely did not know how to handle the situation.

You already spoke with Kiyoko Shimizu, a very stoic girl, and Hitoka Yachi, kind of shy but very lovely. Both were managers of the team (well, Hitoka-san was just kind of a manager in training), and they knew them very well. They talked about the activities you will have to perform if you join the team. They were both very welcoming to you, so you felt a little bit pressured to accept, which, at the end, you ended up indeed accepting.

Standing in front of the school’s gym, you were frozen in place. Unable to actually open the gates and confront your fears, which, you thought, were just unreasonable, people were not going to murder you, humiliate you, or anything like that. It was simply an irrational fear that was tormenting your poor self. Practice had already started with the sound of the ball hitting the court and multiple men shouting stuff like “Nice serve!" “Nice receive!” “One more!” or, seldom, "Hinata, you idiot!”. It sounded like they were having a good time doing what they loved, and that made you feel a little bit more at ease. Volleyball was for them what acing a test was for you; these two very different poles had the same feeling in common. So, you took a very deep breath and opened the doors. Mom did not raise cowards.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt; I’m the new helper.” You spoke in a very low tone, almost faint but hearable. Almost instantly, as if you had a magnet, a guy who was about to hit the ball looked at you. He had his head shaved and looked spellbound the moment you walked in, so he didn’t calculate where the ball was heading and just hit it without noticing its direct trajectory towards you. Squeaking, you placed your hands in front of your face, receiving the ball with your arms. Wobbly, you fell to the ground, your knees hitting the hard wood floor. 

“Tanaka! you dumbass!”

“Oh my god, are you alright?”

“Im so so so so so so so so so sorry, oh gosh.”

You stood there, feeling queasy and blinking slowly, as if this wasn’t really happening. Noticing a lot of eyes on you, you forced yourself to focus on something, anything. Your first reaction was the hot feeling where the ball hit your arms; your veins were pumping blood swiftly, reminding you that you were indeed alive. And also, oh god, that feeling of adrenaline that hit you like a tempest—it felt so weirdly good.

“We might need to call an ambulance; she is not responding. Tanaka-senpai, you broke her.”

“I’m—I’m fine—” You decided to focus your eyes on the last voice you heard; it belonged to a ginger who looked like the bubbliest of them all. He was too short for him to be playing volleyball (you knew how much height mattered in this game) but it had a strange quality you couldn’t decipher either “You guys don’t need to call anything; I’m alright. Better than ever, hah.” laughing it off, you shrugged and stood up with the help of a white-haired dude who exuded gentleness.

“We are really sorry this happened; our teammates react poorly to...girls, in general.” The alluded reacted very hurt by this; they looked fiercely offended. Squinting your eyes, you looked at the guy who almost blew your teeth off (it actually wasn’t that bad, but you will always keep saying you almost died that day). He stopped looking apologetic and started looking a lot more like someone who was about to flirt with you, gesturing towards you with his hand. He spoke his next words with a tone similar to honey.

“I’m so sorry, you beautiful, beautiful girl. Darling, accept this apology I bestow upon you.” He took both of your hands in his, and when he was about to kiss the area where When the ball met your skin, Kiyoko slapped him at the nape of his neck. She looked fierce, severe, and even enraged.

“Guys, this is the new helper on the team. Please give her a warm welcome.” Her tone stayed the same throughout the whole sentence, except at the end, where she raised her tone just a bit: “And do not flirt with her because I will foresee a proper punishment for anyone who dares to do so.” 

“Well said, Kiyoko-san! There’s nothing else to see here; she’s fine; let’s pick up where we left off.” You knew he was the captain just by looking at him.

“Yes! Daichi-san!”

Karasuno’s volleyball team was quite literally full of eccentric people. You turned towards Hitoka and Kiyoko. You felt oddly safe around them; they behaved like sisters with you even though you were a mere student. As of right now, you were just a stranger to them, and they were warm with you; it was the kind of warmth you sought out on rainy days and stormy nights. It felt like home.

“I’m really sorry I made such a fuss; I just wanted to introduce myself.” You apologized as you walked closer to them. By making weird gestures with your hands, you tried to ease the tension that was forming right now.

“Do not worry, please. I’m very adamant when it comes to the girls here."  Kiyoko replied, moving her head up and down full of resolve. Hitoka did the same thing, but she looked a lot more expressive than her Senpai; she even messed her hair doing so. “By the way, you have good reflexes. That was a nice save.”

“Thank you,” you said while feeling flustered. “So who is everybody?”

“I’ll introduce you to them.”

And so she did; you met every single tenacious member of the team. And you worked alongside them as your duties required. They welcomed you with open arms and hearts, considering you part of the team, as if you were even a player. You must admit you did not expect this, not this kind of treatment, nor how they saw you as one of them. You got close to various members, especially Sugawara and Daichi; they behaved like parents with you. Sugawara looked after you a lot; he asked if you ate or how you did on your tests. Since you were a perfectionist when it came to grades, he usually congratulated you and gave you a warm hug. Daichi wasn’t that expressive, but he started seeking you out at lunch time so you could eat with them (even though you were just a first-year).

This shone through whenever Tanaka or Nishinoya tried to compliment you on your looks or on how good the uniform looked on you. Sugawara scolded them like a mother and Daichi yelled at them angrily. Both Tanaka-san and Noya-san were very captivated by you (or all of the managers of the team, for that matter), and they quickly gained confidence in you. You learned to laugh those comments off. As you started to realise it was just an innocent and playful game they had, they did treat you with a lot of respect and good manners at the end of the day. 

Asahi had a hard time warming up to you. He really intimidated you for the matter; he was almost seventeen centimeters higher than you, and he was so broad and big. You thought he had a personality that fit his physical appearance, but you were so wrong. You had to gulp down all of your fears and walk up to him, and with that, you started a friendly relationship. It took some time, but you managed to get him to ask you to hang out with him or correct his spikes. That felt amazing to you.

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi became very close to you; they treated you as their equal, and for Tsukishima, that was quite a lot to ask for. He often asked you questions about homework and even asked you to study with them, which you happily accepted. This was your area of expertise, so of course you would say yes. You could help and teach people all day if you could do so; it was one of your many passions.

As for Hinata and Kageyama, you were only close with the latter, as you were in the same class as him and even sat next to his desk. You usually offered to help him study since you knew he had a hard time when it came to academics, and you also felt that it was a little bit of a help to the team since they had to keep their grades up. You almost cried when Kageyama got a 70 on an English test, all because you both had spent the last three weeks studying very intensely. 

You managed to keep a good relationship with the team as the weeks went by, but you still did not know how to get close to Hinata. Everyone warmed up to you except the most extroverted of them all. You felt a little bit bad because of this, but you were able to overcome a lot of obstacles to get to where you are with the team. First of all, speaking with them was terrifying at the beginning because they all had such marked and strong personalities; everybody was also different and unique in their own ways. Secondly, they were very serious about volleyball, so you had to learn the sport very well to actually get close to them. This proved to be very good for you; something in your heart tugged whenever you saw or read about volleyball. Something started to bloom in you slowly but surely, all thanks to them. And finally, you had to open yourself up to them; you had to actually show them what you were made of—your fears, passions, and personality. And that definitely was not peaceful and tidy; on the contrary, it was messy and complicated, but it felt like being alive for the first time.

So, with all of that behind you, you still did not manage to understand why Hinata didn’t gravitate towards you or show interest in knowing you besides his usual "Hello, smartie!” or his wide, toothy smiles. You knew this was just shallow; it was something reserved for everybody; it wasn’t something you two shared together, only the two of you. You also did not understand why you always paid a lot more attention to Hinata than the rest of them. You held your breath every time he scored a point with one of his fast spikes or how high he jumped; you were always mesmerized when you saw him play. At the beginning, you judged him by his height, and he managed to prove you wrong. With his speed and jumps, he is able to fight in the skies alongside all of the tall guys. This fact alone had you on the clouds; you never saw someone fight this hard for something, not even yourself, so it lit something up within yourself. You couldn’t decipher what it was, but you felt the warmth there, tingling.

Hinata slowly filled your head with him. Whenever you went to practice, you couldn’t avoid looking his way or paying attention to what he said when he missed a point or whenever he drank water. You felt your hairs crisp up when he asked something of you—towel, water, what time it was, anything. It just didn’t matter what it was; he had you in a freaking chokehold.

Today was one of the days you had to clean up the gym. The team didn’t practice today, so it was your labour to tidy up. When you came in, you did not expect to see Hinata practicing. He looked a little bit annoyed with himself. Kageyama was nowhere to be seen; it looked like he decided to practice all by himself today. So naturally, a brilliant idea crossed your mind, and you couldn’t rationalize when the word came out of yourself.

“Hey Hinata! Do you want help?” You were wearing your PE class uniform so nothing was really stopping you (besides the fact that you did not know how to properly play volleyball outside of theory). He looked taken aback, almost surprised to see you there. Before he could say anything, you added, “I have time.”

“But you don’t play volleyball.”

“Teach me.”

“Huh!? but I’m not that skilled to do so.” He replied, frustrated.

“Teach me, Hinata-kun! I want to learn how to play. I want to be a great spiker!” You shouted, feeling a little bit overwhelmed. You felt your cheeks warm up as they got coloured with a bright pink color. Hinata observed you silently; he looked surprised by your little demonstration of feelings.

“Alright.”

And so you spent the next 4 hours practicing with him. Time flew by and you had to do your cleaning duties in a hurry and clumsily. Hinata showed you how to control the ball and spike. You practiced until you got at least a perfect spike, and at the end of the day, you were a perfectionist. This weirdly made your heart skip a beat; this felt so close and intimate that you were having trouble believing it happened. So, before you had to leave, you stopped Hiinata at the entrance. Something changed in you today—the feeling of the ball in your hand, the view of the court. Something clicked.

“I want to be a pro at volleyball.” You confesed. You saw how his eyes focused on you and how slowly a frown appeared in his face. Something burned in his eyes and in yours too. Passion flew in the night air. “Help me, Hinata-kun; I want to achieve my dream.”

“Let’s meet up after school on the days where we don’t have practice.” He replied sternly. He meant it; you knew just by looking at him. This was your opening, finally something that you both shared.

And so you did; you both met up every day when you didn’t have practice. You slowly started to get better at volleyball, and you also started to practice by yourself, including training with weights and cardio. With Hinata’s teachings, you could at least get a grasp on how things worked. And each and every day, as you both walked home together, you would chat about anything, slowly growing closer together. Until today,  when he stopped you. 

“I’m very glad we can be teammates on the court,” He shook his head and gave you the most sincere smile he could give you. “But I think its time you asked for the help of the others as well. You are getting extremely good, and I want you to push your limits.”

You would lie if you said it didn’t break your heart a little. You understood where it came from, but at the very same time, you despised every sentence of it and the fact that you got better at volleyball. But you were proud as well; there is a reason you hid your feelings.

“Yeah, you’re right.” That was all you said before waving with your hand and saying, “I’m in a hurry today; I’ll see you tomorrow at practice. Get home safely; goodbye, Hinata,” and with that, you ran. Very fast. Since you were training, you had the ability to run a few meters before you got tired. Little streams of tears ran down your cheeks. Everything was just going so well. What changed? Did you do something? You definitely feel awful right now.

And so, when you showed up to practice the next day, you beamed at everybody and declared that you wanted to practice with them. They refused at first, but with Hinata backing you up (this made your heart ache), you were able to convince them and start practicing with Karasuno as a spiker. Noya-san taught you how to receive and dive, and you learned in no time. Tsukishima helped you with your block, and everybody helped you with your serve. In no time, you were a worthy rival for the team. You had speed and good reflexes; Kageyama loved to be your setter. 

All of this had a very big downside: you grew apart with Hinata; it didn’t matter how good you got; without him, you felt empty, as if someone took the blankets out of your bed, as if someone gave you cold pizza. It was a lonely, empty feeling. You knew he started to avoid you; it all started with your gaze, then the amount of beaming smiles he gave you, then the amount of high-fives he started, and then the amount of compliments he gave you. He started to frown whenever you were around and started to avoid you. All of this did not make any sense to you. 

You decided to brush past every single interaction with Hinata and focus on the important thing: your job as a team helper and rising volleyball player.

For the first one, you had to start planning stuff alongside Kiyoko and Hitoka because the team was going to go against Aoba Johsai, against the fearable Oikawa Tooru. You have heard stories about him, and you heard from Kageyama that he learned thanks to him, so naturally you feel a very strong desire to meet the guy and analyze every move he has. And well, you’ve also heard that he is very handsome. 

And well, for your career, you started going to the women’s volleyball club (they made a very big exception for you because they were in strong need of a spiker) even when it was very late in the year. It was very nice how your itineraries match; your practice with the women’s team was just the day the guys didn’t have. Everything was going great. 

Today you had practice with the women’s team. You were wearing the uniform (it felt really cool) and joking with your teammates, given the chance. Today your practice was positioned on the same day as the guys, so as soon as it finished, you rushed off to the men’s gym to see the guys.

“Heya!” You saluted while entering.

“Your uniform!” Tanaka screamed; he looked head over heels at the way you looked. Noya-san approached you and got down on one knee.

“Noya-san, stand up! Stand up!” You warned.

Sugawara came close to you and looked at them very disapprovingly. He shushed them. “You always disrupt our practises,” he joked lightly.

“Tanaka’s and Noya’s fault.” You looked accusatory towards them. “Is the practise over?”

“Yeah, we were just stretching. You came to discuss tomorrow’s game?” Daichi replied to you.

“Yes, I was investigating the team, and I have information. I went to one of their matches a few days ago, and I have some notes to share.”

And so you commented on everything you had to, every little detail you were able to grasp. How they served and what they needed to reinforce. Everybody paid attention to you very closely, except Hinata. You ignored the feeling in the pit of your stomach—how acidic and wrong it felt. When you finished, everybody applauded your hard work on the topic of tomorrow’s game. Given the fact that you were as busy as ever, you still managed to be present. And you felt proud about that because you were juggling so much at the same time and doing it well. Everything was going great, and you never felt like this before.

With those feelings over your head, you went home to sleep and got ready for the game against Aoba Johsai. It was hard falling asleep; you couldn’t reconcile your sleep. Everything came crashing at you. You thought about the possibility of them losing, which haunted you. You thought about Hinata, how he preferred not to have you in his life, and how that hurt. You thought about your future—about your dreams, your hopes, and your fears—until you fell asleep.

When you woke up at six in the morning, you got ready in fifteen exact minutes. You were acting on a whim, all because of nerves. You even put on some makeup for the occasion. Today you decided to wear a black sport shirt and your jet black leggings, pairing them with the Karasuno jacket. For comfort, you picked your volleyball shoes.

 You were very confident in Karasuno and his teammates, but nevertheless, you still felt jittery. Your legs felt wobbly and weak, even though you were training to gain muscle on them. Today was the day you saw Oikawa on court. You longed to see Hinata play at his fullest and to see his super-fast spike attacks. You decided to study for a little bit before you went out, and it also helped calm your nerves.

When you left your house, it was still very early in the morning, but you went walking so it was going to take you some time to get there. Your mom kissed you on the forehead, saying how proud she was and how much the club has helped you, and you thanked her and ran off before you could start to bawl your eyes out.

Aoba Johsai was a private school, and it showed. The building was beautiful and their gym was big and wide. The court looked pristine and well-taken care of. You came early to inspect the enemy’s terrain. To your surprise, you encountered the volleyball team.

“Karasuno High School,” said a brown-haired guy. You recognized him as Oikawa.

“Oikawa Tooru.” You stated that you were looking serious.

“Don’t be so harsh on me; you scare me!” He pleaded. He looked really handsome, as everybody kept telling you. When you observed their match, you were not able to be this close to him. You must admit it, he deserves his rumors of having millions of fangirls.

“I’m one of the managers of Karasuno’s team. I came early.”

“You came to observe while we practised? or to meet me?” He smiled arrogantly.

“Actually both. I want you to teach me how to serve.” You said bluntly, “I’m on the women’s volleyball team, and I’ve been observing you; teach me, please.”

“Ah, you are quite the interesting manager.” He chuckled and frowned. “Alright, with one condition, you have to look at me when we go against your team. Look at me and learn.”

“Alright.”

You spent the next half hour playing with Oikawa; he was so tough, you could tell. He showed you his power serves and how he managed to always get them right. You knew this kind of precision and technique could only be the result of years and years of practise.

“Look, Miss Manager, you are a good volleyball player, but you lack confidence. That is the first thing you should consider when you put your feet on the court. ” He gave you genuine advice, to which you did not reply. You just gave him a glance and a huffed yes.

When the team arrived, you and Oikawa had already finished. You learned a lot from him, and you would lie if you said he wasn’t very skilled. You went straight to where Kiyoko and Hitoka were. You listened carefully how coach Ukai gave them instructions and words of encouragement. And as that happened, you three went to get a good place to sit and watch the match while cheering Karasuno up.

The match was very hard; you focused on how they all played, and you felt a tug at your heart whenever the blocked Hinata or  his spikes didn’t score. You cheered whenever they scored, blocked, or served successfully. You yelled encouraging words towards every member of the team, and you shouted even harder when it was Hinata’s turn. At this point, you didn’t care about your appearance, how you behaved, or how well you hid your feelings. You just needed to express yourself. And, as you promised, you saw every move Oikawa made—how he moved, his gestures and mannerisms, the way he clutched the ball. Everything. And you learned technique, and you also learned that you should definitely be practicing more because its the little details that make the whole game change.

When the match finished and they won, you felt full. Oikawa looked more fueled than ever, and the team looked as happy as one can be after beating such an enemy as Aoba Johsai. You, Kiyoko, and Hitoka hugged each other and chanted "Hurray.” Together. It was very close, though, so you still took notes on your little agenda. Some tactics that you made up in your mind while watching the game or little mistakes that cost us various points.

When you were leaving with the team, Oikawa stopped you. “I enjoyed teaching you, Miss Manager. If you ever want some help, call me.” He handed you a piece of paper. You were a little bit perplexed and taken aback. Was he hitting on you? For real? You couldn’t form a single thought at this. It was unforeseen and weird, so, when you were about to reply, an angry voice erupted from behind you.

“She doesn’t need your help, great king! Leave her alone!” And as Hinata was saying that, he took your wrist and pulled you out of there. You caught a glimpse of the confused faces of everyone while Hinata took you far, far from Aoba Johsai.

“Hinata. What’s going on?” You asked confusedly. He first ignores you, then marks territory when a guy asks you out. That makes zero sense. “Hinata, answer me.”

He stopped abruptly and turned around to look at you. His eyes were a little bit glassy and his cheeks flushed, and while he prepared to say his next sentence, you observed him closely, as close as you could, since you hadn’t seen him like this in weeks.

“Fine!” He shouted. “I like you! You confuse me a lot, and something inside me tells me to avoid you, but at the same time, I long for the time when we both practised together, just the two of us.” 

You inhaled some air to reply, but he was faster than you. “You really needed to be trained by other people and other playstyles; be fair with me. I’ve always wanted what was best for you. Whenever I am with you, my heart goes, Pam! Bam! Kaboom! Waaaaaam!” He really looked like he was hurting. “So sorry, sorry, but I couldn’t let that Great King get his way with you! Imagine—”

“Hinata.” You said.

“Imagine he did something to you; I would absolutely never forgive myself because—” He started rambling.

“Hinata!” You shouted.

“Huh?” He stopped talking and looked at you, more teary-eyed than ever.

“Can I kiss you?” You spat.

“Ah?! but—don’t you hate me? “ He asked.

“Yes or no.”

“Yes.”

And so you did. You crashed your lips with his in  a very messy but sweet kiss. Hinata’s lips tasted like a sweet and soft marshmallow; his kiss tasted like honey; and you felt as if this was what you needed for a long time. This was the root of your longing—this kiss and this moment with Hinata. You placed your hands on his sweaty hair and started caressing him in very careful circular motions. The kiss in reality didn’t last long, but for both of you, it lasted an eternity.

“Be my boyfriend.”

And after this incident, you and Hinata really did hit it off. You both were a good couple; you helped him with his exams, and he helped you with your jump (although you were already good at it). With the passing of months, you had to leave your position as manager to become a full-time volleyball player. That day, when the match against Aoba Johsai happened, you discovered that if you were not going to dedicate full time to volleyball, you better quit. Nevertheless, you still supported Karasuno; hell, you went to cheer up on your boyfriend every time he had a match.

You and Hinata lasted three years, then you both broke up to follow your careers in volleyball. You knew this was going to happen, but you both bid your farewell and went to different parts of the world to learn and practise volleyball. He was admitted to a great first-league volleyball team, and so were you.

Until today, four years later, when he stood in front of you. You still didn’t know what possessed you that day when you asked him for a kiss or what it was that was possessing you now, but you walked towards him. Just when the cashier asks for his order.

“I’ll have... a melon pan and...” He started saying:.

“And an espresso.” You completed.

He instantly turned around, and as if he saw a ghost, his eyes scanned you with surprise and fear. He didn’t really process what was happening; he only knew that he saw you. And you looked as pretty as he remembers, with your lovely hair that frames your face, your intense gaze, and your lips that looked like they needed him and only him. Meanwhile, the cashier looked perplexed.

“So the espresso goes or...?” She asked expectantly.

“Yeah, the espresso goes.” He replied, looking at you, “Actually, make those two, please.”

Thank you for reading <3

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[citronsblog]

Hello!! Can i request some headcanons with Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami and Gundham Tanaka (seperately) x shy and caring female reader during a killing game? If not thats okay! I hope you will have a great day! (♡◕ω◕♡)

Notes:Yesss! I love Sakura so much! I hope I got her character right lost motivation to write cause of school but I need to get request done!

Warnings: implied spoilers!

Characters: Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami, Gundham Tanaka

Mondo Owada

Mondo would be absolutely swoon when he first saw you, I mean c’mon! How couldn’t you be?!

He was really protective of you, not in a possessive way but enough to make sure you are safe

He would make sure the others weren’t taking your kindness to their advantage.

Kisses? Kisses. He would love peppering your face in kisses. Of course around the others the most he would do is give your forehead a gentle peck.

Oh my gosh if you know how to cook please make him meals, he would be so happy.

You guys would walk around to any open areas and talk trying to forget about the killing game

Sleepovers at each other’s dorm room is a must. He will protectively wrap his arms around you while sleeping. He’s so cute when he’s asleep though, if there is a camera in your monopad take a photo of his cute sleeping face >\\\<

He’s super amazing to have around. He would think twice about what he was planning to do with chihiro just because of you :)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

So sweet! He will greet you with a huge smile each morning glad that your here with him.

Just like mondo he would make sure no one is using you! Your kindness is one of his favorite qualities about you and he’d be furious to find out someone is using that against you

If your ever sad or scared he will hold your hand and place a kiss to each knuckle while naming every single thing he loves about you, and I mean everything

He is so happy to have you there. Please comfort him, you always make him blissful

He loves you a lot and is so grateful for you

Sakura Ogami

She is so loving towards you. She will bring you to workout with her. If you don’t want to work out that’s completely ok! Encourage her! Make her a protein shake! She will love that so much!

She may not be as good as nekomaru but she can give you relaxing massage to calm down your nerves. She will 100% do it if it calms you down

Sakura loves to see your smile! She will do what ever you want just to see it!

Since most of everyone respects her no one really messes with you! In fact her close friends also like to hang out with the two of you!

Baking??? Of course! She loves sweets, not a lot though, it can make you sick and that would be bad );

Oh! She would totally be down for a girls night in her dorm! You can bring the snacks you both baked and paint each others nails!

She is so nice to cuddle into, she would be so warm and comforting like a life sized stuffed animal!

She loves holding your hand,and playing with your hair!

Overall 100/10 gf to have by your side!

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham is so smitten with you! He thinks your shy but kind personality is so sweet!!

In fact when you were nice to him he though he didn’t deserve it since he’s cursed with the poison in his veins! You totally hugged him after he said that

Keeps you by his side all of the time, and you get to help with the devas! San-D loves you. Gundham has no idea why but you’re happy so he is too.

He loves taking you to the beach around night time and sitting with you. He enjoys your company a lot! Long conversations with him are very comforting

He’s not too sure on how to cheer you up when your down but he’d be damned if he didn’t try!

Gundham is so gentle with you, he will praise any and everything about you. Seeing you shy away with a flustered smile makes him feel accomplished

You are so dear to him, he loves you so much!

Gundham feels so lucky to have you around even if the circumstances aren’t the best

[bokugaos]

— Guidance —

pairing: bokuto x f!reader, hinata x f!reader | msby manager!reader

length: 2021w ✧

summary: Someone needs to show Hinata how to treat you right, so Bokuto takes the matter into his own hands.

tw — corruption, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving)

Bokuto watches with a frown as Hinata talks to you. He’s still not quite sure what brought you to their training court today, but you seem to be enjoying yourself. 

You hem and haw so much over Hinata that it is becoming hard to watch. You talk to him in a delightful manner, hanging off of your arm and turning your ass to him whenever you get the slightest opportunity to do so.

You are ripe for the plucking, but Bokuto notices that Hinata does not go for it. Not for a lack of interest, he assumes; you’re a total beauty, and whenever you’re around, everyone always looks like they’re about to drool right then and there. It doesn’t take a lot of effort for you, as their manager, to get them riled up enough that they set out to practice all on their own just to work off some steam. 

You’re so well-behaved and soft-spoken, everything he loves and more. He’d take you in a heartbeat but it is obvious that Hinata has set his eyes on you with a kind of desperation that is pitiful.

Hinata has good intentions, but… he is young. Very inexperienced. He has not the first idea how to treat you so openly vying for a dicking, and it has lost its humor some time ago.

Bokuto takes another chug from his water bottle, slowly wiping the droplets off of his upper lip and the sides of his mouth.

Hinata reaches down, his hand lightly hovering over your hips. You immediately freeze and turn to him, your eyes undecipherable as they look at him—

Hinata flushes slightly. He loses the momentum and quickly takes his hand away again while apologizing. Bokuto slams his bottle down on the surface of the bleachers with a loud crack. The sound distracts you from Hinata, you jump and turn to stare at him as he stands and makes his way over to you, face set in grim determination.

“Hinata.”

“Y-Yes? …”

It is a damn shame. Hinata is not bad-looking by any means and nor is he insecure, but whenever you’re around, he deteriorates into a drivelling idiot.

“I’m gonna help you and show you how this is done.” He reaches out and grabs you by the hand, pulling you away from Hinata’s side and against his own broad chest.

You flail for a second, confused about the new scent invading your senses, but after a reassuring rub of his hand on your shoulders, you calm down fast. 

“Uh… Bokuto-san?” is the only thing Hinata says despite his confusion.

Bokuto glances up from you. Hinata is watching you, his pale skin flushed a dark red. His big eyes are on you, watching how your face is pressed against the man’s chest, tucked away shyly.

“You will get her sooner rather than later,” Bokuto grins, trying to calm any hurt pride before it can flare. 

Hinata swallows. For now, he seems willing to just sit there on the stool trembling beneath his weight, and to watch what Bokuto will be doing to you.

“She may look small and delicate, but she is not,” Bokuto starts with an indulgent pat to your back. He pulls you again, half lifting and half guiding you around until he has unceremoniously made you bend over and pin you to the table Hinata is sitting at.

“She can take a bit of rough handling and it’s okay. I’m pretty sure she even wants us to.”

He glances down at you, gauging the glassiness of your gaze before reaching down with his free hand and yanking your skirt up.

“There… look at this mess,” he murmurs on a sigh, then clicks his tongue playfully. There’s slick dampening your panties. Hinata leans forward, his hands clasped on his lap as he watches and learns like a good boy.

Bokuto smirks. He palms one of your cheeks to the side and leans down some, inhaling loud and deep.

“Isn’t it a beautiful thing? So cute and barely used… and she smells so good. So… ready.”

You are squirming but you’re neither trying to get away nor telling him to stop it. Some of your hair has slipped in front of your face, giving you at least a bit of dignity while Bokuto purveys you like a piece of meat.

“She wants it desperately. You can tell, can’t you?”

He moves your panties to the side and his fingers over, easily spearing it into your soft opening. Your cunt is soft and pliant; more than ready for cock. 

You moan low in your chest. You sound like you’ve finally been able to rest your weary bones after days of walking. Bokuto smirks and slowly starts moving his index and middle finger, idly fucking the you on them while shifting his attention back to Hinata.

The younger’s face is flushed a deep red, his big eyes looking almost painfully bright.

“But… you haven’t asked—” he starts, voice breaking so badly that he falls silent again all on his own.

Bokuto hums and nods. He looks down on you once more, watching how swollen your lips have become. It gets puffy seemingly all on its own; just from a bit of a stretch around Bokuto’s fingers.

As he mulls his words over he begins to open his own slacks—without any hurry. You’re not going anywhere soon.

“She’ll definitely let us know quite clearly if she doesn’t enjoy it.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out and both of them stare as the slick stretches long. There’s just so much of it… Bokuto grabs his cock and starts to slowly slide it over your lips. You seem to freeze when you feel the fat head graze against your slit again and again, but you still don’t try to get away.

“See what I told you? She looks so small and delicate—but you’re sorely mistaken if you think she doesn’t want more.”

There’s not a hitch in his lecture, even when he finally starts to push into the silky hot clutch of your cunt.

Your eyes flutter shut, you’re moaning loud with deep satisfaction. Bokuto opens his eyes and leans over, gently brushing the hair from your face to watch how your eyes are rolling up into your head and your tongue is lolling out. Hinata looks shocked having jerked up from his chair, but Bokuto gestures for him to sit back down.

As the younger man watches, Bokuto begins to slowly fuck you. It does not need a hard pounding to get you delirious and on edge… not when his cock is involved. He has you singing in mere minutes, grabbing desperately at the edge of the table you’re spread out on, babbling for either mercy or for him to give it to you faster and harder.

It’s as if he knows exactly where to aim and releases his arrow with a painstaking accuracy. Hinata realizes that this is definitely not the first time. His mouth goes dry.

“Nothing compares to this,” Bokuto tells him slightly out of breath. He stares him down, not slowing in his efforts to drive you wild with the cock in your belly. “It feels like… heaven. And she will even thank you for it. … Won’t you, pretty girl?”

He looks down at you, huge hand gently petting down your back. He’s not even undressed you

“Th-thank you…” You slur, trembling and legs ready to give up it’s not for the table underneath you.

He tugs at your hair and you easily go up, hand fisted tightly near your scalp. He reaches down and his other hand circles your form and gropes your tits, and you – Hinata really thinks he hears you start to mewl.

Bokuto’s face lights even brighter with delight as he thrusts his hips onto your restlessly. You wince when he tugs you back up as you start to slip, the sudden jerk causing his cock to spear even deeper. Your legs wobble, your entire body kept up by his strong arms around you.

Hinata looks around before adjusting himself in his pants. When he feels a damp spot, he chooses to pull his waistband down just a tad, taking his cock out, face flustered even though Bokuto shoots him a grin. His cock flexes for you, pre-cum pearling at the tip.

Bokuto lets your wrist go and your body falls back on the table. Your face is turned to the side, staring straight at Hinata with your eyes hazy and sleepy looking. Bokuto nudges and you go wherever he wants you; crawling up onto the table and just letting your head hang low while he adjusts you, pulling to the edge of the table. Your legs immediately spread for him and he reaches between your legs for the gleaming puffy lips, before holding his fingers up for Hinata to see just how much of you sweet slick you’re already gushing out.

“You see? She’s well trained. And she never makes a fuss!”

You’d even kiss his toes to thank him if you need to.

Hinata’s pale ears grow dark red now; but he does not take his eyes off of you—beneath Bokuto whose biceps are twitching, spreading your legs to show off the twitching insides of your cunt.

His cock looks obscene flirting with your entrance, and you make a humiliating whimper as you reach for his dick in the haze of your impatience; he’s left you empty for a little too long already. 

Hinata is squirming on the spot, cock flexing despite himself, staring at that sweet space Bokuto is occupying while he hammers his cock back inside you.

God, you’re so small… fit so well around Bokuto’s dick… he’s making you scream instead of those little breathy sighs Hinata has fantasized he’d fuck out of you with his careful pace.

He jerks when he realizes your eyes are on him again. Your gaze hooded and unfocused, a small candy pink tongue poking out against the corner of your mouth, doing a hurried swipe across your upper lip.

Hinata realizes now; you’ve been an open book for Bokuto the second he exercises what power he has over you—and he revels in your obedience. And now he’s graciously showing him what and where to read, how to flip the pages the correct way.

You curl your legs around his sturdy waist, pulling him closer to you, all the while without reprieve for your poor abused cunt.

Your fingers are clawing on the desk, your tits bouncing with each rough motion. Your back is arched so high off the surface that your tits are on his wide, muscular chest as he bends down a little and he ruts into you faster than Hinata has seen before, pushing you to your climax.

He is cooing for you, moaning low as it fills the room, but soon his burning golden gaze are fixed on Hinata once again.

He is gloating. Relishes in the power he holds over you.

The way your head is lolled lifelessly to the side, mouth set wide open even after your screams have died down to broken, breathless whimpers.

“And when she’s been a good girl, she gets a treat.” Bokuto exclaims loudly in glee, and you watch with tears welling in your eyes as he leans down to mouth sloppy kisses against your abused cunt. He eats you out with lewd sucking and obscenely slick drags of his tongue, making your moans grow louder as you keep dripping for him, offering everything you have up to him. 

Hinata keeps watching with eyes blown wide in satisfaction as Bokuto mounts back up, one of his big hands in the back of your neck, carefully keeping you pinned down and giving him something to brace himself as he fucks into your presented cunt.

You gurgle, toes curling, breath coming in little stutters, and Hinata’s hand increases its pace as he keeps stroking, squeezing his cock. 

You look so innocent, but you can take him like a champ.

Hinata is extremely impressed.

[thefanficmonster]

Matured

Corpse Husband & Little Sister Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Sibling Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s search for a roommate ends shortly after his little sister calls him, telling him she’s moving out of her high school dorm in the suburbs following her graduation to attend college in San Francisco.

Requested by @bugger2002  Hi darling! Thank you so much for this adorable request, I had such a fun time turning it into a fic! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Alright, it’s been a month since Y/N announced she’d be moving in with me - no, she didn’t ask if she could nor if I’d want her to, she straight up casually informed me she’d be moving in with me since she’s starting college. I’m lucky she even thought to tell me, knowing her it wouldn’t have been so strange for her to just show up on my doorstep with a grin like “Alright, I live here now.” Having a six years younger sister who can act both younger and older than me - sometimes both at the same time - is a bit complex. Obviously, my protective and nurturing brotherly instinct kicks in whenever she complains to me about something, but seconds later she tells me she’s taken care of it already and I feel like a fool for overreacting even if it was only internal. She’s calm and rational when she needs to be and a reckless airhead whose only goal is to have fun when she wants to be.

And judging by her and her friends’ main methods of obtaining said fun I can see how much alike we are: playing drunk video games, drunk darts, drunk pool. You see, there’s a lot of drinking involved and that’s something I’m greatly unhappy with and have scolded her on countless times just to get a fake promise, probably with fingers crossed behind her back - that she’ll cut down the alcohol. Not to mention she’s not even old enough to drink so I’ve been very insistent on her cutting her bad habit. She’s tried calling me hypocritical at times but she can’t do so rightfully since I’m, you know, of drinking age. So she’s basically bound by law to follow my advice and orders.

At least now that she’ll be staying with me I’ll be able to keep a better eye on her. A rascal high school student will either mature-up in college or go even more downhill. I aim to make her fall in the first category, but I’m making no promises - she’s very unruly, just like me. Damn, never did I think my own traits would come hitting me in the back of the head like a boomerang but here we are.

Regardless of all the crap I’ve just spewed about her, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s always been my pillar of support and never gets tired of it. She never misses a call of mine and has never not replied to a message of mine, no matter how drunk she’s been. She’s never skipped a Saturday night Skype call, no matter how busy she’s been. She’s never let herself forget she has a brother who often times needs her by his side.

Once she even talked one of her friends who has a car and a driver’s license drive her all the way to my apartment complex when I was having a really bad anxiety attack and legit couldn’t talk on the phone. She went door to door to find which apartment I live in and stayed with me the whole weekend she was supposed to spend at a music festival or something. It’s not wonder she’ll be a med student - she’s always wanted to be a nurse and has practically been my personal nurse since she was twelve. She maybe wasn’t always physically present to help me, but she’s a great instruction giver for when I need her and she’s unable to come to my aid.

Well now, we’ll both be there to aid one another.

“BEEP BEEP FUCKER!“

I nearly flip off my chair at the distinct yelling coming from directly below my window. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it’d always bring a smile to my face without fail.

I rush to get up from my desk chair and open the window but when I do so, she’s no longer on the sidewalk. There’s only a car I recognize to be the one of the friend that drove her here during that nightmarish episode I explained earlier.

Before I can ever back away from the window, I hear my front door swing open and a yell echo from down the hall, “Corpse! How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door, damn it!”

“The same amount of times I’ve had to tell you to cut down on the al- WHOA!“ She doesn’t let me finish the sentence and jumps me the second I step out in the hallway.

“Missed you, stupid!“ She says, her legs wrapped around my waist as she ruffles my hair, “I’ll trim your hair later. Why have you let it get so long?“ She questions, furrowing her brows at me while running both her hands through my mess of a hair - she has a point, I’ve let it get out of control. While doing so, she seems to get an idea all of a sudden so she quickly climbs down, reminding me of the huge height difference we have now that her feet are on the floor. “I know you two have met before, but I think you need to re-meet...“ she says, turning to look at her friend who’s smiling timidly at her. She sends the flustered girl a wink before turning back to look at me, “Corpse, I’d like you to meet Abbey, my girlfriend“ she says proudly, skipping over to the blue haired girl and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N pushes up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. It’s adorable to see her shorter than yet another person she clearly adores to annoy.

I smile at the two girls, holding back a chuckle as to not embarrass Abbey more, “Well then, nice to meet you Abbey. You should know you are one strong soul to be putting up with all that.“ I purposely don’t look at Y/N as I motion towards her, earning me a pissed off “Hey!“ as a response to my remark, “Stick around for dinner, don’t worry neither of us will be cooking.“ I point at myself and then at Y/N as if to reassure her she won’t be a victim of food poisoning.

“Actually...“ Abbey says, tilting her head to look my shortie sister in the eyes as if taunting her to say something.

She finally caves, raising her left hand as though she’s volunteering, “Ugh fine, I may or may not have taken a cooking course and may or may not know how to cook a decent meal. It’s whatever, really.”

To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I’m impressed, shocked, surprised and flooded with joy that my sister has finally decided to start maturing. “Cooking course, huh? When did you decide living off of takeout isn’t a nice way to live?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Oh no I still go full weeks with only takeout and cereal, I just needed a distraction because...well...” she trails off, her gaze dropping awkwardly as she fishes for words or perhaps already has them found but doesn’t want to spit them out.

Abbey huffs, taking Y/N’s hand and lifting it to show off her wrist where I catch sight of a batch of colorful handmade bracelets, “Because these aren’t gonna earn themselves.”

I raise an eyebrow, puzzled as to what exactly she’s referring to.

Y/N sighs, taking one of the bracelets, playing with it nervously, “I have one for every month I’ve spent without getting drunk - Abbey made them for me. I need a distraction to stay sober so...I took up cooking.“

I can’t remember a moment I haven’t felt proud of my sister. Y/N’s always been on top of her shit, drunk or sober she knows what she’s doing. She’s mindful even when she’s reckless, thinks soberly even when she’s been drinking heavily. She’s always proved herself to me and to the people who think of her as a lowlife without even trying. She lets the world breeze by her without thinking too much of it and yet she still mesmerizes me and many of the people she meets - Abbey has now officially joined the club.

But, all things said and considered, I think I’ve never felt as proud of her as I do right now, seeing those six bracelets on her wrist - half a year without getting drunk. I know she wouldn’t lie to Abbey, she rarely lies to me too, so those bracelets have been earned and well-deserved and that makes me feel like the Y/N I remember is not the one standing in front of me right now. That silly girl is still in the suburbs, making a shitty-ass choice of messing up her liver. A grown woman, a responsible adult has taken her place though, and I couldn’t be more glad.

“Y/N...“ I finally manage to utter her name, making her gaze meet mine, “I’m so fucking proud of you.“

A smile slowly stretches the corners of her mouth upwards, her eyes shning in a way that has nothing to do with the lighting in this hallway. She’s not a crier though, I know those tears are gonna stay right there, stubbornly refusing to escape her eyes, “Thanks, Corpse. I’m proud of you too....” she says, nodding her head slowly, “I can overlook the untrimmed hair.”

Sigh

Y/N will always be Y/N no matter what I guess. That’s a good thing - I love her just the way she is.

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[justauthoring]

So Beautifully Ethereal

Prompt: Hi I wanted to request a shoyo and reader where maybe she’s new to the school and he becomes her guide and they both like each other and he asks her out can u make him like shy and cute thanks

A/N: i absolutely adore shoyo with all of my heart and i feel as the main character of the series he does not receive enough attention and love so this my petition that he deserves more. Please don’t plagiarize my work!

It wasn’t often that Hinata’s brain was focused on volleyball. Quite often, it was all he thought about -- all day, every day sort of thing. 

He was always thinking of previous games, both ones they’ve lost and ones they’ve won. Thinking about the feeling of when he’s soaring through the air, searching for the familiar feeling of the ball hitting his hand. Thinking about how he can improve, what he could’ve done better. The thoughts are constant and always circulating through his mind without fault.

But when he sees you, everything just fades away.

He’s been asked to be your guide, and Hinata being the bubble of energy and smiles says yes without fault and without really thinking. It’s just for the day anyways.

He’s even more ecstatic that he said yes when he turns and finds you standing before him. A bright but nervous smile is plastered on your lips, and your hands are wringing themselves together in front of yourself, the tips of your fingers grasping at the edge of your blouse. There’s a faint flush on your cheeks, but what Hinata notices the most prominently is your bright and expressive eyes that have him completely captivated.

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you greet, your voice so beautifully ethereal that Hinata ends up thinking about it for days. “It’s nice to meet you, Hinata-san.”

So, he sort of, kind of extends his role as your guide much longer then need be. But it’s an excuse to talk to you, and Hinata uses it to his full advantage. He shows you the way to one room probably three times just because he enjoys having you by his side and being able to talk to you. Tells you about the faulty step a good five times just because he’s worried about you falling down it one day and seriously hurting yourself.

And truthfully, Hinata knows that he could easily just talk to you -- that he doesn’t have to use being a guide as an excuse to have a conversation with you.

But... outside of directing you around the school hallways, Hinata is so embarrassingly shy that he can barely get a word out edgewise without the lame excuse.

He nearly combusts in excitement when you drop the suffix ‘san’ and replace it with ‘kun’, his heart practically soaring. He’d be ever more ecstatic if he could get you to just drop any suffix, but he feels its a step by step process and he’s in the right direction. 

He’s got it so bad for you that it starts to effect his playing. His mind is filled with thoughts of you instead of the game at hand, whether practice games or after school with his own team -- all he can think about is you. And for as long as Hinata can remember, since that fateful day he’d seen the Tiny Giant, all Hinata has ever thought about is volleyball.

His teammates, of course, take notice and at first, where they’d been deeply concerned -- when it somehow slips that this is all because Hinata has a (huge) crush on his girl, it turns into relentless teasing by the older, supposedly matured members of the team.

But Hinata thinks it’s just that. Time passes, and as the excuse of being your guide starts to be harder to swing. Hinata finds it harder to talk to you, stuttering like a fool in front of you. The only positive is that he actually manages not to mess up every single game anymore, and his thoughts are constantly plagued by you (or maybe he’s getting better at ignoring them...).

That is, at least, until he walks into practice one day and finds you there.

It’s the one part of the school he’d never spent much time on. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of playing volleyball, Gods knows he wasn’t, but he wasn’t sure how well he’d do with you there watching him when he can barely focus with the mere thought of you.

At the shit-eating grins on Nishinoya and Tanaka’s faces, Hinata figures they had a part to play in all this.

You bound up to him the second you see him, all bright eyed and smiley, going on about how he’d never invited you to any of his matches before and that it took his upperclassmen to finally do so. But Hinata can’t even be ashamed and embarrassed by your words because his chest is tightening and suddenly finds himself more nervous then he’s ever been.

The next second he’s running to the washroom, hands wrapped around his stomach.

You watch on baffled.

When Hinata’s finally able to control his stomach, and the game starts -- a simple game of red vs. white, Hinata is messing up everything. His serves, which normally aren’t that great, are even worse. The ball flies past his face without him even noticing. And worst of all, all of his spikes are blocked and weak.

His sweating, red-faced and embarrassed and he’s far to scared to look to the side where you are, sure that you’re probably looking away in shame or maybe you’re even laughing at how painfully awful he was playing--

“You can do it, Hinata! I believe you!”

And it takes him half a second to realize that it’s you saying that. His body freezes and his head turns, almost on it’s own, and his eyes find yourself from across the court, standing, back-straight and eyes on his as if they’ve never once left his figure. Your eyes are twinkling with hope and there’s a bright smile on his lips as you nod at him.

Suddenly, Hinata wants nothing more than to play for you, to show you how good he is, to impress you. And he uses that as his driving force that has him doing one of his impressive quick attacks after another that has his side winning the practice match with sudden ease.

“You were amazing, Hinata!”

You’re suddenly before him, bounding up to him, bouncing on the heels of your feet, hands clasped before yourself excitedly. “You jumped so high,” you exclaim, eyes widening, “and you hit the ball so fast I barely saw it! It was just... so amazing!”

Cheeks flushed, Hinata smiles, “I-I, uh, th-thank you.”

You flush too, some of your excitement dwindling as this silence falls over the two of you. Hinata notices that you keep chancing glances at him, becoming flustered when he meets your gaze, and Hinata’s not sure why because you’ve never acted this way before and--

“Our dear decoy here,” a slap to his back has him lurching forward as Tanaka and Nishinoya fall on either side of him, “would like to ask you on a date.”

And the words have Hinata going bright red, but he’s not oblivious to the way your eyes widen, hope flooding them.

“R-Really?” You stutter, eyes on him and only him.

Hinata stammers, words leaving his mouth that make no coherent sense, fumbling over words that have Nishinoya and Tanaka shaking their heads in shame. The hope starts to leave your eyes and you slump, dejected.

“It’s okay, Hinata,” you whisper, “I shouldn’t have presumed.”

And you turn, but then the words are leaving his mouth; “I would love to take you on a date!”

The whole team hears, and laughter erupts loudly amongst them all, but Hinata doesn’t even care because he’s solely focused on the way your smile brightens, and you turn back to him with flushed, soft cheeks, blinking up at him. And then, you speak, voice soft and quiet, but so beautifully ethereal.

“I’d love to, Hinata.”

[ssamie]

epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh 

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire 

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san. 

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems. 

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

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user: how about cat ears?! 

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY 

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;) 

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"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed 

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you" 

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user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc 

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter 

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass 

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR 

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

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kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on. 

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work. 

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years. 

barely. 

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies. 

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background. 

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user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up 

user: do you have a girlfriend? 

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

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kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n. 

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic. 

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles. 

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door. 

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic 

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled 

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home. 

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin 

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-" 

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!" 

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly 

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly 

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?" 

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him 

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-" 

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die" 

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him 

"oh my fucking god." 

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt. 

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency. 

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet. 

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel. 

"why are you telling me this?" he asked 

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered 

"why? i didnt forget anything-" 

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view. 

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles. 

"i hate it here" he sighed 

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see. 

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed 

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore. 

"might as well say hi" she shrugged 

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up. 

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound. 

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned 

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off" 

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around. 

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user: heLLO?!?! 

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed? 

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions 

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;) 

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh 

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head 

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up 

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.." 

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said 

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so. 

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma 

"im not surprised" he said 

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined 

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him. 

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;) 

user: sana ol talaga punyemas 

user: AYO CHILL 

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his. 

"kitten, were still- hmph-" 

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair 

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again 

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush. 

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user: ur fuckin freaky 

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound 

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through 

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed 

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl 

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more 

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet?? 

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat. 

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya" 

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers" 

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?" 

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined 

"why not?" 

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??" 

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said 

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along 

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE 

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️        

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend. 

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled 

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout 

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans 

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out 

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes 

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted 

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen 

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words 

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm 

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered. 

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed 

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer. 

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes. 

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said 

"you're fucking dying!!" 

"well, would you like to join me?" 

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response 

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly 

"for the love of god-" 

this was so messy :/

[ateezinmymind]

Pinning them to the ground

Ateez x reader

Fluff, suggestive, humor

A/N: I started this earlier instead of doing schoolwork,, I was bored ok😆

Hongjoong:

your wrestling match began when you called him a ‘tiny baby’

*dramatic gasp* “HEYYYY! I’m pretty tall”

pretending to sulk, he bursts into a sprint towards you

screams coming out of you. You’re only option was to run away..

Wearing socks and coming around corners don’t go well, so *pLOP* you’re on your butt.

hearing hongjoongs giggles erupting into his aggressive cute ‘AHH HA ha HA’ (a/n: uwu omg I can hear him) then the thud of him dropping to the floor

Turning you pout,, “DONT LAUGH MEANIE”

Only to start the argument of “you called me TINY”, “because YOU are”, “my butt hurts” etc

Getting up off the floor you scramble towards joong while he’s still bent down

Knocking both yourselves down on the hardwood, sliding around you try to keep the upper hand

Grabbing both his hands you pin them above his head and straddle his waist

“I won.BOOM”

“Y/n” hongjoongs groans out

Thinking you hurt him, you lift your body up

He gives you a taunting “AhahaAha SUCKER”

Slipping away from you, hongjoong runs towards your bedroom

“HEY NOT FAIRRR!!” running back for revenge with the biggest smile

Seonghwa:

you were sitting on the couch playing on your phone when you heard the vacuum start

signaling it’s ‘time to clean up’

Getting grumpy from the thought of tidying up, you make your way to the kitchen.

Seeing that there was no mess, you knew hwa was gonna annoy you about that fact you didn’t help

Not wanting the possibility of that outcome to happen you sped walked towards the cleaning man

Having his back towards you, you sneak behind him and tap his right shoulder

Moving to the left while he turns his gazed to the right

Taking the vacuum from his grasp you start giggling

Seeing you tricked him you say “HAH gotcha.” and continue to clean

Seonghwa goes :O

“Oh finally, it’s about time you helped y/n”

You could just hear the smirk forming on his face

Hwa coming up to you, flipping you over his shoulder

You squeal “YAA put me down!-“and start to spank his butt repetitively

Quickly getting placed back on the floor, he begins to wrestle you, “Hah I gotchu now”

Feeling playful you link both your legs behind his back and squeeze his waist

Letting out a groan of pain, Seonghwa’s grip on your arms loosens and you take control

Flipping your bodies over, you now on top. Seonghwa bites his lip

“I like this new y/n-“

Realizing the position you’re in and feeling hwa under you, you begin to tense up

Once again he takes control, but this time in something he prefers more...(a/n:you. Under him. Sexy time)

Yunho:

You both were having a Harry Potter movie marathon (a/n: as one does when they’re with this teddy bear)

When The Prisoner of Azkaban started it’s ending credits, it was time for snack refills and restroom breaks

So when you were in charge of popping more popcorn and such, Yunho went to the bathroom

*POp pp OP POpP pOp* waiting until the snack was done cooking you went to put the next movie in

Hearing footsteps down the hallway you jumped when Yunho yelled

“WiNGardiUm LEVioSA!!”

Letting out a small squeak, you charge for him

running and diving between is long ass legs you let out a series of laugher

Yunho traps you between his knees slightly blushing from the close proximity of your body to his

*BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEP*

Releasing you, he turns to go grab the popcorn and other snacks

But when you see an opportunity to attack you go for it..something you do often-is attack. With kisses, hugs or even tickles

This time you came up behind him with a different tactic,,you holler “EXPelliARMUS!!”

Hanging onto his broad shoulders you bite his neck, pulling him down to the floor-laughing

“Y/n-ahhh!!” Yunho squeals out

From being on the floor you two quickly start fighting to pin each other down

Struggling you think of ways you can get the advantage..then ‘bing’ idea

Stopping your movements, locking eyes with Yunho you began to lean in.

Him being swooned for you, closes his eyes-as your lips moved against each other

Then BAM you now on top of him, cup his face and declare yourself the winner

“Fine princess,, but let’s see who will be the first to fall asleep”

“Bet?-“ ... “BET”

(a/n: I want to have a Yunho)

Yeosang:

having chicken for dinner definitely had its pros but,, also it’s cons

Fighting for the last piece of food ALWAYS led to a petty argument, no matter what you said or did. Yeosang. never. lost.

(a/n: all hail the chicken master)

On the couch, chicken being eaten, watching your show together. You thought he would be distracted enough for him to not realize you took the chicken

“How could you,,”

Turning your head to the male, you’re met with the coldest glare

“Trying to take MY last piece of chicken? Babygirl I don’t think so..”

Choking on the food in your mouth from hearing the nickname,, he lightly chuckles

*cue flustered mess*

“Well..why don’t we fight for it?” — “y/n let’s be honest here, you never win..”

Rolling your eyes you put the chicken down and wipe your hands clean

“No idiot, FIGHT. For. It.” Yeosang wipes his mouth and sits up

“If you want it that way,, the-“ taking him from the waist, he grabs onto your belt loops to keep from falling

Pinching, squeezing and pushing was involved until you actually managed to make him fall to the ground.

*lowkey mad, but the love is always there*

Pinning him down he congratulates you

“Well Done Y/n. I’ll give you the crown for this round” *easily gets out of your hold*

“But only because you’re so cute and helpless”

Speechless. You contemplate who really won this game.

San:

“Y/nnnnnn... I’m BOReDdd..”

Looking down at the handsom boy, you give him a sweet smile.

“Want to play a game then?”

Eyes sparkling, San gets up from his lying state to face you straight on

“Depends on the game..”-“what do you have in mind y/n?”

Telling him to close his eyes for 30 seconds. You quickly get up and head to your bedroom

Trying to find a hiding place, you hear San count “28..29..30..”

Frantically looking around your bedroom you quickly place yourself behind the door

Seeing his shadow enter the room, you jump in front of him

“YAAAAHHHHHH!!!—“ San dropping to the floor out of shock you start giggling

“Scaredy-cat sannie”

Getting on top of his limp state, you take the advantage to pin him down

“MmHmmmM” you hear him hum

“Looks like you won, love,,” “How shall we celebrate?”

Placing your hands on his chest and putting your weight on his lower half, you give him an innocent look of your flushed face

(A/n: wow y/n is slut for sannie)

Leaning towards the side of his head you whisper in his ear and softly bite the lobe

“Anything..everything, just as long as it involves you..”

You know sexy time. Bc he’s a FLIRT

Mingi:

He challenged you to a leg wrestling match, just because he wanted to see how cute and tiny you are

“No fairrr MINGII,, you have those perfect thighs, I’m no match. Go get Wooyoung”

(A/n: I’m all here for Mingi thighs 😌)

“But I challenged you,,” *cue pouting minki*

“Well I don’t take your challenge...INSTEAD, I challenged YOU!”

Hysterically laughing Mingi gives you that beautiful huge grin

Walking up to him you dramatically say “I challenge you. Song. Mingi. To just, JUST. A quick wrestling match-“

“Where whoever pins the other person down, wins. AND gets bragging rights”

Proud of your offer, you see Mingi standing dramatically. (a/n: you know that ‘hello Mingi from ateez and hello Jennie from blackpink’ meme//where the hand is on the hip?? lol)

It was settled. Y/n vs Mingi in a match to win bragging rights.

Starting on opposite ends of the living room, you sprint his way, over the couch taking a pillow with you

*turns into a mini pillow fight*

Laughter and sounds of whacking were the only things coming out of your fight.

Mingi falling down to the ground due to his aggressive laughter,, you quickly jump onto his stomach

“HAHAHA LOSER” declaring yourself the winner you immediately get up and run to the ateez dorm

“GUEES WHO JUST LOST A WRESTLING MATCH!!!”

Get prepared to hear Mingi screams as he runs after you

Wooyoung:

It started out as a bet

“Oh please,, obviously I would beat you y/n—the possibility of you magically obtaining strength out of the picture. I bet you’ll never be able to pin me”

Confident boy

But oh wait.. y/n!! You live to annoy your s/o

“Sounds like you’re scared Woo..Why don’t we put this bet to the test?”

Snorting out of amusement

He gestures you to come at him with two fingers

“Come at me y/n”

Then once you make your moves on him, he has to tease you.. DUH

“I know you just can’t keep your hands off me love”

Smacking is thigh you stick your tongue out and taunt him to you

Taking steps away from him, it’s then your turn to gesture him forward

“ReADDYY.... FIGHT!”

Screaming at each other you beginning biting.

After the series of pain and humor you were about to give up when wooyoung got a cramp in his calf

“AahhHhh OUCHYYY OWW OW”

Finding his discomfort hilarious, you laugh your way on top of him

“What were you saying about that bet again? That I’d never be able to pin you?”

You kiss his cheek and get off him

Massaging his leg he starts,

“That’s cheap y/n,, taking advantage of a person in need of healing”

Gives you the biggest frown

Jongho:

(A/n: OMGGG CUTEST BABY EVER🥺my heart)

With Jongho it was just a simple, yet sly trick you pulled

Giving snuggles, you made your way on top of him

“You know how you’re the strongest member love?”

A quiet yet relaxed ‘yes’ coming from the boy

You hug his chest and situate yourself over his body

Thinking of what to say, you hum

“Why do you bring that up so randomly?”

The little giggles coming from your mouth, are contagious as Jongho starts giggling as well

“Looks like I’m the strongest now..”

Grabbing Jong’s hands you pin them above his head and smile

Looking at your self place above him, Jongho spreads his arms out. So you’re now getting lower to his face

Licking your neck, he uses your weakened demeanor as an advantage

Flipping the two of you over he gives you his cutest gummy smile

“You seriously are so cute. stop. It”

The boy is in love with you

[shozaii]

can u pls gib me kunikida and dazai fluff hcs? i love them sm

(a/n):hello anon! why, of course hehe🥰thank you so much for the request!

@amourzai my cielo helped me with this fic ilysm☁🌹

masterlist 

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fluffy hc’s 

pairings: dazai x reader, kunikida x reader

warnings: none!

dazai osamu

despite being the chaotic person that he is, dazai tends to turn into the mushy soft puddle when he’s with you. swoons around you, always shows you his best side, brags about him being better than chuuya, basically what you see him do to atsushi, but it’s ten times more emphasized and complex.😌

when he wants to confess his feelings, he does it in a quiet, peaceful place. namely, while watching the yokohama sunset. may or may not have found time to walk back home alone with you, held your hand and locked his arm around yours. “i need to show you something special, love~.”

feelings to him is something so cherished, so sophisticated and important. as a person who has gone through a series of emotions; he prefers to let them out in private.

even kneels down and asks, “would you be mine, mon cheri?” while rubbing little circles on the back of your hand.

when dazai confesses, his eyes would look directly into yours. if anything were to bother him; consider his other side to be seen. and we all know we don’t want that to happen.

i don’t know why but i always imagine dazai’s hands to be soft and delicate, and lovely to hold. (yes, i have seen too many gifs of them and i am in love) anything he does with his hands are just so attractive.

blows kisses when he’s like across you. so it becomes a series of sending each other kisses when you’re like one metre apart....and when he really does miss it, he gets up from his seat, leans over and pecks your lips real quick.

height difference is pretty obvious between him and his s/o(unless you’re super tall :0). if you were shorter, consider the t e a s i n g 24/7. if you were nearly as tall/taller than him, the floor is all yours🥴

lowkey wish i was taller rn

okay but real talk - he loves carrying you bridal style. a lot. and here’s the thing, it happens at random timing. for instance, when you’re working on your latest paperwork. during a mission (just to boast how strong he is). very unpredictable but so adorable, you can’t help but blush harder.

“osamu! put me down or else....!”

“or else what, my honey bunch?”

“you’re not getting kisses for a week.”

mans sets you down with raptor speed. unless if he’s in a flirty mood, you would see yourself winning.

yes, he loves seeing you flustered. i feel like you can do so as well - but i headcanon him winning everytime. how do you win this...? maybe kiss him when he least expects it. do it.

cute pet names like belladonna, my love, mon cheri, any new language he learns, he uses them. and if he almost forgets them(because he collects so much), he writes them down on a sticky note, and sticks it on his desk. when he goes back to the dorms, he sticks it on the wall or some place he could remember.

dates with dazai are either during work hours, or the after hours of yokohama. and he makes sure you’re going to have the time of your life on every single date; so he plans a new activity on every one of them.

when he doesn’t have the chance to do so, he pouts. but when it has been replaced with a job given by the president/kunikida, there you go. a date and mission in your hands.

he gets this rush of energy when he realizes that what was supposed to be a relaxing date out just got a whole lot better with the mission.

dazai gives kisses anywhere he likes. nose, lips, cheeks, jawline, the list goes on. he even knows where you prefer him to do so. i’m surprised that he still isn’t a psychic.

double suicide? he would never think of it. all his life, he wants to find a reason to live. he does get his reasons - one of them is you. your tears to him are anguish and heartbreak at its worst. cue you crying while telling him to stay by your side. 

“please...never leave my side,” you sobbed as you buried your face in his chest. “if i can stay alive in this place we call earth for as long as possible, then so can you.”

that moved him so much. a whole lot. “oh, belladonna. don’t you ever think i’m going away.”

silence.

“not without you.”

you punched him, and he couldn’t stop laughing. but he’d stop, giving you an unlimited amount of kisses.

b a b y. dazai is babie.

kunikida doppo

oh my god we have baby number 2.

in his eyes, you were the definition of perfection. he even tries to remember exactly when did he catch feelings for you. it was totally unexpected, according to him.

cue almost all of the members of ada teasing him all the time about him finally finding his ‘ideal’ partner.

but to him, it wasn’t the ideal that mattered anymore. you outmatched almost everything he wrote down. and man, was he the happiest person alive.

how does he confess...? well wonderful question. he didn’t plan it. the members did.

maybe yosano-san called you and told you about another ‘crucial case’ a few blocks away from your completed one and ‘since you were out there, you were perfect for it.’ you agreed because why not?

meanwhile, dazai probably said, ‘this case involves yet another series of men wearing glasses - you and me must go out to end this person.’

of course kunikida goes ??? ‘where are the evidences/pictures???” but dazai brushes it off saying ‘ah~ i left them somewhere.’ to which,,,well you already know. they went out and not even a minute after, the bandaged man goes missing. with the intercom, he leads him to - you guessed it - the exact same place you were in.

‘kunikida! you’re here for the non-existent case too...?”

‘non-existent? OHMYGODDAZAI-’

the line was cut off, and he goes on and on about him, until;

‘i can never be the same when i’m with someone i obliviously like-,’

he’s a huge mess when he’s around you, trust me. so him blabbering that out loud is completely normal.

butterflies in your stomach because you’re so in love with him.

‘i don’t know if this is the right time, but our friends probably did this for us. so i hope you’d be okay if i said my feelings are mutual?”

kunikida is alright with just a little pda, maybe some hand-holding and little ruffles on your hair because he secretly loves how floofy it is🥺when it comes to kissing, the furthest he would go is on your head. nothing more, nothing less.

he needs to maintain his composure *cough* but my mans right here couldn’t, you’re just too perfect.

so when you’re two alone, expect lots and lots of wholesome kisses around your face; and also loads of cuddles. this side of kunikida is what i headcanon today, folks. the ‘soft for you’ side. he lovesss it when he kisses your forehead, he finds it so cute.

p l e a s e kiss him on the cheek, kunikida would be all over the place.

if you go somewhere on a mission with someone else, he would be on his feet. he gets so worried, thinking of what might happen. don’t get me wrong, he trusts you in your job so much; he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

so when you do return, he’s the first one at the door.

checks if you’ve eaten, if you’ve drank enough water, if you’ve gotten enough sleep. if you’ve not he’s just going to pull you to bed, holding you tight and lulling you to sleep.

during work hours, you walk over to him, wrapping your arms. 

‘y/n....we only do this after work.’

‘so you don’t want my hugs then?’

stays silent and just lets you stay there for as long as you want. he will tolerate you and you only.

kunikida loves you a lot. sometimes he might not show it, but just know that the love he has for you is drastic it tears you up. 

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(a/n): i am s o r r y this took so long! ahh i’ve had so much to do and i really do hope this was worth it!

[fantastic-bby]

ATEEZ vs. Christmas confessions

Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member

Genre: Pure fluff 

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: When you spend Christmas at the ATEEZ dorm, they confess to you

Warnings: -

A/n: Merry Christmas!! It’s already Christmas over where I’m at, but it might be weird because I know half of the world is still only in the 24th, but I hope everyone has an amazing Christmas and Happy New Years! 

Masterlist

Hongjoong

Would help you decorate a few weeks beforehand 

I feel like he’s probably more excited than he would show 

He just really likes christmas 

He even made a v short song about it because he likes it that much 

Wants to see what you think about it 

Bcs your opinion matter a lot to him ｡◕‿◕｡

Still won’t admit that he likes you even tho it’s pretty obvious 

Spends the night trying to stay close to you

Would probably get bullied by the other members because they all know 

If anyone else got you for secret santa, he would pretty much beg them to let him have you 

“Please???”

“Hyung, it’s just your luck” 

“PLEASE????” 

He just keeps saying please until Wooyoung gives him your name because he starts feeling bad 

Would buy you cute multiple gifts but they’re all small gifts 

Mingi or Yunho would purposefully hold mistletoe above the two of you 

Bcs they just want him to tell you already 

He’s nervous

You’re nervous

You’re both just staring at each other like ●﹏●

Until someone else Yeosang just yells at you to kiss already 

You peck his cheek softly 

Joong’s face is completely red

He wants to kiss you more 

Pulls you away from everyone else to finally confess to you

When you say you like him back he politely asks for another kiss like the good boy he is 

Seonghwa

Got you for secret santa when everyone drew names 

He’s excited bcs he knows exactly what to get you

He likes you a lot and tries to make it obvious but not too obvious

Apparently it's not obvious to you bcs you brush it off a lot as friendly flirting 

Puts him down a lot bcs he’s worried you don’t like him back

You do 

You’re just oblivious to it 

San teases him about it a lot 

Wooyoung teases you about it a lot 

“Whaaat?? There’s no way Hwa likes me haha Woo you’re being weird” 

Hwa helps you set up the tree because everyone else planned something to finally get you two together 

They’re all hiding from both of you 

When you and Hwa are alone you’re just setting up the tree while listening to music 

He loves the way you find the ornaments so pretty even when half of them are crumpled 

Bcs Mingi bullied Jongho so he hit him with the bag of ornaments 

Mingi’s lucky they weren’t glass ornaments 

Anygays 

When you notice that Hwa’s staring at you

(ﾟωﾟ;)

You blush ofc bcs hhhhh why’s he staring at you like that??? 

“I like you” 

He blurts it out bcs he can’t hold it in anymore 

When he realises that he said it, he blushes like crazy 

You’re blushing too 

You’re also freaking out on the inside 

If you know that tiktok audio filled with high pitched squeaking and screaming yea that’s what’s going on inside your brain 

“(Y/n)...?” 

“yeAH! ◎ܫ◎” 

You’re flustered 

But you finally tell him you like him back too 

The both of you spend the rest of the night pretty much stuck together while the other members bully you both for taking too long to get together 

Yunho

AAAA I love this man 

If he likes you he would be so precious and flustered about it 

Gets nervous around you vvvvvv easily 

Completely forgets how to act like a human around you 

“Yunho?” 

He screams

And it scares everyone in the room because what??? 

You’re staring at him like “wtf”

He’s staring at you like O_O 

Can’t believe he embarrassed himself like that 

Gets teased by Seonghwa 

The other members knew ofc bcs he’s so bad at hiding it 

You also had a feeling but you never really said anything about it 

Helps you go christmas shopping for secret santa 

He runs around the store like an excited puppy 

Is so amazed by all the cute decorations 

“(Y/n)!!! Can we get these?” 

Points to random decorations and holds them out in front of your face 

You let him because you think it’s cute

When you actually get to decorating their dorm he stumbles around a lot 

Makes you really worried 

You see him hanging the lights 

The ladder starts shaking 

“YUNHO???”

He fell but he’s fine because Hongjoong broke his fall he almost crushed the poor man

Confesses to you on accident 

He’s talking to Mingi about it in their room and you accidentally overhear bcs the door is slightly open

“I like (Y/n) a lot” 

“Yea it’s so obvious” 

“That’s not helping” 

Wants to confess at the right time 

But since you overhear you push open their door to the bedroom and they’re both staring at you like (◯Δ◯∥)

You’re staring at Yunho 

He’s staring at you 

Mingi ran away 

“Yun, I like you too you know” 

He goes all huh 

You tell him that you like him too you just never said anything about it 

His face goes from O-O to :D real quick 

Cuddles you for the rest of the night 

Won’t let you leave his side 

Yeosang

No one knows about his crush on you 

He’s very secretive about it 

Thought about talking to Wooyoung but he knows that man might just spill to you on accident 

It’s happened before and Yeo calls him a bumbling fool because of it 

Can compose himself around you 

But sometimes his mind just goes into overdrive 

Finds everything about you adorable 

You got San for secret santa 

You’re torn between buying him condoms as a joke or actually getting him a proper gift 

Yeosang thinks it’s cute that you even considered buying him peppermint flavoured condoms bcs even he thinks it’s funny 

“Yeosang, seriously, should I get him condoms or the plushie???” 

Laughs at you bcs he finds you extremely adorable 

Even tho he’s not your boyfriend, he protects you whenever the members tease you about something 

You tripped over Yunho’s long ass legs while he was sprawled out in the living room, letting San and Wooyoung try and turn him into the grinch

You get covered in the weird green fur that they were using 

When Yeosang hears them laughing at you 

He comes up behind them all (-`д´-)

He makes them leave you alone 

“Don’t laugh at them!!” 

Helps clean you up too 

It takes a lot of time because you’re covered in glue 

“Why are they using elmer’s glue???” 

“I don’t know,,,” 

You two spend quite some time in the bathroom just trying to clean your previously cute sweater 

Yeosang decides he’ll just throw it into the wash in the morning 

Lets you wear that really big grey hoodie of his bcs he thinks you look so (♥ω♥*)

The way it pretty much engulfs you completely 

He tells you before you leave his room 

“I like you a lot, (Y/n)” 

You’re honestly surprised 

Didn’t expect him to like you back because he’s just that good at hiding it 

You tell him you like him too

He pats your head while feeling all c:

Spends the rest of the night helping WooSan turn Yunho into the grinch 

San

He tried to make it really obvious that he likes you 

You just never seemed to notice 

Flirts with you a lot 

Compliments you a lot 

Calls you cute a lot 

But you just blush and brush it off 

He’s all pouty because he thinks you don’t like him back 

He forces Jongho to give him your name for secret santa

“Please”

“But hyuuuung”

“GIVE ME THE DAMN NAME”

Jongho’s lowkey sad bcs he knew what he wants to get you but doesn’t know what to get for Hongjoong 

San goes all out 

Buys you a HUGE gift 

Like it’s actually HUGE 

The box is almost the size of Yunho 

You’re kinda scared of the large package when you see it 

But when you open it you’re all UWU because it’s a giant teddy bear

There’s a cute note hanging off of the tag saying it’s from San 

Draws a cute c: on the note

He tells the others he has a plan to confess to you 

He asks Yeosang to hold mistletoe above the two of you 

Yeosang thinks it’s dumb 

So he asks Seonghwa instead 

He also thinks it’s dumb 

(｀Д´) 

San asks all of them to help 

Hongjoong offers because he wants to be nice (also bcs he knows that if San asks Wooyoung, he might throw the mistletoe at the two of you and accidentally hurt someone in the process) 

Hongjoong gets Mingi to help bcs he’s tall 

Mingi hangs the mistletoe from the ceiling 

Almost gives Joong a heart attack in the process bcs he almost slipped off the ladder 

San’s excited 

Mingi accidentally slips anyway and almost brings down the whole ceiling with him 

Everyone’s terrified

Mingi gets up and reassures everyone he’s fine despite almost destroying the whole dorm 

San’s frustrated bcs now he has no excuse to just kiss you 

Instead, Yeosang shoves you two into the closet and locks the door 

Forces San to confess or else he’ll tell you himself 

He finally tells you 

You go “ohhhhh” bcs now you realise his flirting was actually flirting and not just San being playful 

You apologise for being so oblivious 

San finds you so adorable he just kisses your nose 

You love it 

Spends the rest of the night trailing you like a puppy and makes hot coco with you 

Mingi

Mingi’s like Yunho 

Becomes an absolute mess around you 

Doesn’t know how to handle his feelings 

Finds every inch of you insanely adorable 

He pretty much does everything for you 

“Mingi, can you help me with—” 

“Okay :D” 

“I didn’t even say what it was…” 

It was just baking cookies 

He helps you decorate the cookies 

He messes up a lot 

The snowmen cookies don’t look anything like snowmen but you find them so cute  

Mingi makes you laugh a lot bcs he likes hearing you laugh 

Purposefully messes up the cookies to show them to you 

“(Y/n)! Look!” 

He managed to turn the santa hat into traffic cone 

You find it so cute 

Mingi’s just an absolute bundle of sunshine around you 

When you’re all decorating the christmas tree 

Jongho hands you the star to place at the top 

But you can’t reach it because the tree’s so tall 

Yunho offers to help but Mingi shoves him aside asks him to let him do it

He stands behind you 

“I’ll carry you” 

“Wait—no—” 

You don’t have any time to process that he’s lifted you onto his shoulders 

You’re surprised at how easily he carries you 

Almost bumps your head onto the ceiling because he’s so tall 

“Mingi!! Careful!!” 

He has to squat slightly so that you don’t get hurt 

When he brings you back down he has the biggest smile on his face 

“I like you” 

Your face changes from :D to (꒪⌓꒪) real quick 

Mingi thinks you don’t like him back 

Gets sad for a moment 

It’s not that you don’t 

You just didn’t think he liked you back and now you’re so flustered your brain pretty much short circuits 

“Nononono” 

He visibly deflates 

You explain that you like him back 

His group members cheer for him bcs goddamn you both took so damn long to confess 

He spends the rest of the night clinging onto you 

“Mingi, I have to pee” 

“Bring me with you” 

Wooyoung 

He doesn’t want to make it as obvious that he likes you but he can’t help it 

When you’re around he gets so excited his volume goes all the way up

You find it adorable 

You know he likes you and you like him too

You just wanna see how far he goes before he finally confesses to you 

He helps you cook dinner 

You accidentally burn yourself while cooking and he’s all “!!!” 

Maybe he went a bit overboard 

Tries to wrap your entire hand in bandages 

“Woo, I promise I’m fine. It’s just a burn” 

Still offers to run out and buy something to soothe the burn 

It’s not even that serious, your hand just grazed the frying pan lightly 

Wooyoung only calms down when you reassure him for the hundredth time 

Keeps an eye on you while you continue cooking but loosens up after a while 

He feeds you the food to taste (＾▽＾)

Chases you around with a wooden spoon because you pranked him 

When he catches you 

He can’t bring himself to hit you really hard

So he just 

Taps your arm with it

When it’s time to unwrap presents 

You realise that Wooyoung was your secret santa 

He got a picture of the two of you framed 

It’s a picture you both really like 

Wooyoung LOVES the picture 

Every time he sees it he just gets all (♥ω♥ )

It was the first time you went to their concerts after you became friends 

Jongho helped take the picture at the time 

Wooyoung also had a cute lil sticky note on it that was basically his confession 

You find it so endearing 

When you turn to him he’s smiling really widely but he’s obviously really nervous 

You tell him you like him back and his smile somehow manages to widen 

He pretty much grabs you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug 

He’s honestly a child at heart and he’s so cute 

You spend the rest of the night teasing the other members with him and pranking them 

The other members found it cute at first 

Now they hate it 

Bcs somehow you just managed to make his pranking more intense

Jongho 

Doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions 

Gets really quiet around you because he doesn’t want to say something that could embarrass him

You feel like he doesn’t like you as a person in general from how quiet he is 

Either way, you needed his help to carry some stuff from your car into the dorm 

“Jong, could you help me carry some stuff?” 

His heart flutters at the thought of you asking him first 

So he helps you 

It’s still silent because he really doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself 

You’re kinda scared because you knew he was really strong and you didn’t want torture the others with carrying the bags filled with various christmas decorations 

All of you decorate the living room together 

Jongho’s kinda sad that you don’t stick by his side 

He wonders whether you don’t like him either and starts feeling discouraged because he was supposed to play you a song he wrote

He had Hongjoong help him 

Hongjoong finds Jongho really cute and he couldn’t say no 

He has to reassure Jongho that you do like him because you’ve told Hongjoong before 

“I don’t think they hate you” 

“They don’t talk to me much T-T” 

“Just try it” 

Jongho still doesn’t know how to feel 

Brings out his guitar and starts feeling real nervous 

You watch him intently 

When he’s done, you’re both blushing like crazy 

Pulls you away from the others to talk to you about it 

“You were so quiet I thought you didn’t like me,,,” 

Now he feels bad for being so quiet 

He explains that he just felt really nervous around you 

You find that adorable 

He cuddles you for the rest of the night 

He’s so strong he legit doesn’t let you go and you can’t escape 

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

________________

" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

[pure-kirarin]

Studying at night - Koby x f!reader (College AU)

A/N : Thanks a lot dear. I am a sucker for my pink boy, so, here is a scenario about studying with him. It came out like the first part of a series, so I might write the rest later. It was so fun and well...Please imagine it being set in La Sorbonne or something. I imagined the actions taking place there. +w+ Ok. Enough chatter. 

« - Who have you been assigned to work with, (Y/N) ? »

«-Hmm...Let's see » you check the little paper that you have picked « the name is Koby...I don't know who it is. »

« -Koby ?! Forreal ?? Whaa, I envy you » She taps your shoulder gently while assembling her books. « He scored first for the last two years on every single test. He is like...very hardworking. And a bit nerdy if you see what I mean » She says as she mimics big glasses on her face. « He will probably do all the project, don't bother ! »

-What do you mean ? You're offending me, Nami-chan ! I won't let him do all the work...And you,w ho have you been assigned to ?

She pauses for a little while pinching the bridge of her nose, visibly annoyed then says ; « Zoro. If I let him do anything I think that I will fail this class. Guess I'll do all the work she shrugs but I will make him pay for lunch for a week in return. 

-Sounds like a nice deal. You smile and put your books in your handbag.

-Well...I have to leave for now. I have a lecture starting in five minutes...Oh...Look there ! -She points out to a pink haired guy on one of the middle rows putting his books in his bag- that's your man, you might want to catch up with him to discuss the project. Anyways, I'm leaving now.

-See you later. I'll come back later tonight so don't wait for me for dinner.

-Alright ! See ya !

Nami and you shared the same room at the dorm, however, because of your work you always came back late. You didn't have a choice, the cost of life was really high in the capital and you didn't want to be a burden to your parents. You sighed and walked towards the guy. You had some lectures in commun, his face was familiar. You have always assumed that he were younger because of his childish features. The pink hair gave him a soft look, it reminded you of cotton candy.

You waved to him and said after clearing you throat ;

-Yo' ! I'm (Y/N). I guess that we are doing the project work together ? You point to the piece of paper on the wooden table.

-O-oh, hi. He looks at the paper and reads, (Y/N/L/N). Yes ! We are doing the project together then. Nice to meet you. I am Koby. He bows a little bit while presenting himself.

-Cool. I don't have a class right now. We could go grab a coffee in the cafeteria and discuss the project if that's okay with you.

-Ah ? Of course ! That's fine with me. I guess I have some time. He says while looking at his wrist watch.

-Nice. Let's go.

You give him a wide smile. He looked a little bit uncomfortable. The shy type for sure. You were somehow comfortable and looked at him from head to toe. Cute style ; he was wearing a green bandana on his forehead, casual pale blue blaser above a white shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked well put together, a little bit boring ; nerdy type for sure. He took a pair of huge glasses off his face and put them in a case before following you to the cafeteria.

You were now sitting in front of each other in the cafeteria. You smiled noticing how he just ordered a hot chocolate while you loved your tea black and bitter. He was looking at you, then, when you rested your eyes on him he just looked away. He seemed like an easily flustered person. You wondered if he will manage in the presentation. The project you were working on was due to be presented in front of everyone. It was about didactics.

-So, you're also a second year ?

-Y-yes.

-We don't have a lot of lectures in commun. In what major are you ?

-History. I take this lecture as an extra. Didactics sounded fun.

-Oh. You take a sip from your coffee. That's nice. You wanna become a teacher ?

-Not really. I would like to become a heritage curator.

-Whaa, really ? Sounds cool. And...very specific.

-I guess so...That is not something a lot of people would like to do. He says, smiling and scratching his neck. He seemed nervous.

-You're so tense. You should relax a bit. We are the same age after all. Anyways, about this project. You take your agenda out of your bag and open in it front of Koby. Oh jeez. I am really busy with m part-time job most days. So I am only free on nights...The library stays open all night, I don't know if it's okay with you to work at night. I don't want to impose my schedule on you.

He waves a hand infront of his face, assuring you that it's fine with him ;

-It's okay ! I live in the dorm anyways so I am free whenever you are. I don't want to interfere with your working hours.

-Alright so let's say thursday at 10 PM ?

-That's alright.

-It's settled then. I am looking forward to working with you, Koby ! You make a bright smile and he  gasps a bit, taken aback by your chill demeanour. Oh I forgot. Can I have your number ?

He looked startled for a while.

-For the project. You assured.

-Oh yes sure !

You offer him your phone and he types his number. You wave to him ;

-Thanks ! I'll message you later. It was nice meeting you, Koby. »

You don't wait for his answear and head to the dorm to get prepared for your job.

(Y/N) sent a message : Hey Koby, you always down to study at 10 PM tonight ???

Koby👓 sent a message : Yes sure ! I'll book a study room in the library if that's fine with you.

(Y/N) sent a message : Sure, see you later !;)

At nine a half you were getting your books and study material ready to go join the cotton candy man. You didn't bother to take off your make up and put on a big coat over your body. You just took off your red lipstick with a babywipe and headed to the library. The place was calm and almost empty. It was rustic, it had a XIXth century style, well, like your whole university that was renovated around that time. It had a classical style that was charming and added a cozy ambience.

Koby 👓 sent a message : I am already in study room number 3. I am sorry I didn't notify you earlier.

This guy was too polite, you thought. You had a little smile then went to the study room. He jumped a bit in his seat when the door opened and that made you chuckle. He was easily startled.

-Hi Koby, I hope that I'm not messing with your sleeping schedule.

Despite the late hour, he seemed wide awake. He said as you sit next to him, putting your laptop on the table.

-O-Oh...No. It's totally fine. I hope that I am the one not interfering with your job.

When his eyes layed on you, he couldn't restrain the surprise that was now mirrored in them. Surely because you were wearing heavy make up ; smokey eyes and glitter that was stuck to your face and your hair. It was different from your usual naked-face look. He couldn't help but wonder for what reason where you wearing so much make up, and what you were hiding under your long coat. But he coughed loudly, trying to focus again ; the project.

-Thanks. I really appreciate how flexible you are around my hours. I owe you one ! I think that no one else would've accepted to work with me this late haha...Well, I wouldn't have minded doing the project on my own. You shrug.

-Really ?...Well...Actually, me neither. I am not too good at project working...And studying with others... He looks down with a smile.

-Oh wow, I wouldn't have guessed. You look like you are good at cooperating. Anyways, I am sure that we will kick ass !

The way you talked and how confident you were were two things that the pinkette appreciated about your personnality. You seemed like an easy going person, he didn't feel much pressure to work with you. You open your laptop and start laying some ideas, meanwhile, he takes out a notebook and a pencil case ; Oh, old-school, I see, you think to yourself.

His notes were very organized and clean. He seemed to have memorized everything the professor has said about the project and had a clear plan. However, he asked you for your opinion for everything and couldn't help but ask « are you alright with this part ? » for every idea he suggested. It was a bit annoying, but also a bit cute.

When he was studying, he was different. He had a bit more confidence and didn't hesitate to correct you when something you said seemed out of the topic or a bit repetitive. You appreciate this about him ; yes, no wonder he scored first for the two last years.

You worked for around two hours before you noticed that his eyes started looking tired. He wasn't used to studying this late, yet he did his best to come study with you at this time. You felt bad for keeping him awake.

-Koby-san ? Your soft voice snatched him out of his half-sleeping state.

-Ohh ! Sorry I just--

-You should probably go to sleep. I am sorry I gave you such a hard time. You must have classes tomorrow morning...You said with a sorry voice.

-No no, it's totally fine. I am sorry I just...well...

-No need to be sorry. Well, it's past midnight now. We should probably get going and continue tomorrow or some other day.

-Are you sure ?

-Yeah. I'm not going to keep you more. You look really tired. You shouldn't overwork yourself, Koby-san...Well...Even if technically it's my fault. You giggled a bit.

You started putting your stuff in your bag and he did the same, appreciating your presence. You had a soft aura that was really calming. He has never studied this late before, but he liked the atmosphere. It felt so dreamy.

As you were both going out of the room, you noticed a little cat keychain on the ground. You bowed down to take it in your hand. It was a cute kitty wearing a strawhat. You looked at Koby with a frown and said  

-I think that you dropped this ?

You couldn't help but smile when you saw his embarrassed face. Yeah. It definitely looked like something he would have. He took it off your hand pretty fast and stuttered ;

-Oh thanks ! It's...Well...It's like a lucky charm haha.

-No need to justify yourself. I think that it fits your personnality pretty well.

-Huh ? He just said not understanding what you meant.

-It's pretty cute !

You were making it even harder for him not to blush and you were having too much fun looking at him struggle. It was wrong, but it just was too much fun.

-Oh. It was a compliment by the way.

You wink at him before going out of the study room. He follows you, destabilized. Your confident and assertive behavior was really foreign to him. You really made him interested in learning more about you.

Studying with you was calming, sharing that moment at night in the almost empty library, having you in full make up at such a late hour, as if you were going to a date. He blushed at that thought and felt bad for thinking that. You were there to study and you were strangers, well, university mates. He wasn't allowed to have such a thought.

You were fascinating in more than one way and you really made him curious to learn more about you. You seemed like the type of girls to hide secrets behind her immaculate day-look. He was a bit impatient to learn more. But why ? You were only working for a university project after all, and once it was done, he won't have the opportunity to spend more time with you, and that somehow made his chest tighten.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

reader in a prohero with angel wings and hawks in love with her and one day their future twins go to the past are 4 years old with wings like hawks and reader and hawks and other pros try to find their parents they only stay with hawks and calls him dadwhen the heroes give up and bring them to one place and reader is there and they go mommy to her and and they are given the task to take them home and take care of them and Hawks confess to reader *puppy eyes* please zuff oneshot 4 this

"Following me already birdbrain?" You smirked while flying looking at your side to see Hawks, a smirk equivalent to your own as he chuckled when both of you landed on the ground safety, you screching a bit your arms and wings to do another warm up.

"Well, since someone here is clusmy as a drunk cockroach I might have to keep an eye close to ya." He shrugged with a smirk before chuckling when you grabbed hìs jacket with both hands and a angry look.

"Repeat that again hawks, go on!"

"I didn't say anything!" He put his hands up in false defence while chuckling as you shook him, he couldn't help it! He found it so cute when you were mad!

Suddenly both of you stopped ever movement and talking you two had before hearing a building collapsing near by.

"The others must be on trouble." You said already opening your wings as Keigo hummed and both of you flew and followed the sounds of civilians screaming and children crying.

"Hawks! Take half of the civilians out while I got then from the front!" You yelled as Keigo did you a little salute.

"Aye aye captain!"

"Can't you just stop making joking on risky situations for once?!" You asked in exasperation vut letting out a giggle when he only shrugged.

"Where's the fun on that?!"

He manage to still have some of the feathers on and take partially most of the civilians out until he heard flapping. He stopped, flying midair whiel checking the area.

"DADDY!" He heard two childish cries from behind him.

"What the hec-?" Before he could even look over his shoulder he was literally throw out of the window due to the surprising two little kids who just knocked themselfs on him.

"SHIT!" He cursed out loud as he grabbed the children by the waist as they giggle before he widened his goldens eyes at seing both of them carried beautiful pair of red and white wings... at the top it was a scarlet deep red and as more you looked down the color vanished to show beautiful and shiny white feathers.

The kids still were giggling as he dropped on the ground and some other heroes surrounded them to check on him and the civilians.

"Hawks pal!" Miruko tapped his back with a smirk while looking at the two kids "another saving huh?!"

"Guess so." He mumbled, still with narrowed golden orbs staring at those kids back and wings as heroes talked to them.

"Yo? Where's (Y/H/N)? I thought you were going to stop being a chicken and going to ask her out." Miruko spoked and Hawks rubbed the back of his head at the mention.

"Well I-"

"Hawks." The blue turquoise man aproached and Hawks quickly smirked at the hero.

"Endeavour-san! Didn't thought you were going to get your hero self here." He joked around as the hero only inhaled and exhaled deeply to continue calm and collected.

"Do you know these kids?" He pointed at the two infants, still with their backs at him as he tilted his head with a hand on his chin.

"Guess not? I dont remember their faces... well, I actually hadn't see their faces."

"How-" Nedeavour facepalmed "Did you not see their face if you were the one who rescued them?!"

"Besides, they're calling you daddy so." Keigo almost choked on his own saliva with that.

"Nah way, Hawks is a virg-" Miruko cursed out loud when Hawks sneakily kicked her foot still with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the boy turned his face to him and he almost could tell he was sent to heaven. That kid had (E/c) messy hair but the same eyes as his, and god that boy resembled too much of him when he was younger. While the girl, with slightly short and vlblond hair turned to her brother and showed the eyes that he couldn't stop looking at when he was patrolling with her... (Y/n).

"Daddy!" The boy smiled and made grabby hands at him as the little girl squealed and went flying towards him. Luckily this time he extended his arms to grab her before she could collide with him once again.

"Hehe... hey??? Kiddo?" He laughed awkwardly while the boy flew to gus arms as well as the girl played with his jacket.

"Strange... they look identical to you Hawks." The other hero spoke impressed as Miruko elbowed him.

"Eh?? Looks like they are child of SOMEONE with you eh Hawks???" She wiggled her eyebrows as Keigo still tried to guess what the fuck was going on.

"Where did you two came from?" Endeavour spoke as the boy and girl gasped at the sign of the hero.

"Endeavour-san!" The girl squealed, the very same way of his to call Endeavour as the boy only stared at the hero with start on his amber eyes.

Enji seemed shocked at the shown of these two unknown children on Hawks's arms were happy, no, astonish to just see him on front of them.

"Daddy told us many stories about you!" The girl squealed while fisting Keigo's jacket as the boy nodded.

"Yeah! You were his favorite hero since he had our age!" Endeavour scractched the back of his neck, denying to himself that he was happy at such a sign.

"Young ones, where are your parents exactly?" The kids pointed at Keigo who only blinked in confusion once again.

"Okay, maybe asking for Where's is mommy will help?" Miruko asked with a smile as the kids shrugged and starting to ask Keigo where their mother were.

WHY WOULD HE KNOW?! HE WAS JUST TALKING WITH HIS CRUSH A FEW MINUTES THEN HE HAD TWO KIDS ON HIS ARMS NOW?!

"Kay, then what are your mommy's name kiddos?" Miruko asked sweetly as the twins looked at eachother.

"She is one of you! A hero as well! The (Y/H/N)!"

Hawks could swear that the moment the two kids spoke simultaneously he almost combusted.

He never saw Miruko cackling so hard ever since he met her.

Now he was on the skies, going after you whose was called by your agency with twins on his arms... he almost hard an heart attack when the girl escaped hsi grip but only to sigh in relief when she started flapping her wings cutely and messingly flying a bit along with him as the boy laughed at his sister.

For his luck, you weren't anymore in your agency and at home... He didn't knew what to explain to your coworkers so he simply saluted and jumped from the window, the kids doing a little salute as well mimicking him as baby ducks (pun not intended)

"So... what are your two names?" He asked while the boy was on his back and the girl on his arms.

"Daddy you know our name!" The girl giggled as the boy nodded with his twin's coment as he sighed.

Your face when you answered the door was pretty much the same he made when he found out what those kids looked like... and when they called duo mommy it was done. Both of you embarrassed and flustered at those kids calling you both mommy and daddy.

"They... do look like us." You commented in the couch as he nodded and watched the kids play around, ocassionaly calling out for both of you to play attention on their pretend.

"Maybe it was a quirk. Your agency told me the possibilities while I yeeted myself out of your window." You started to laugh at his coment as he muscles and feathers relaxed at the sound.

"You did what?!"

"I wasn't in the mood to explain the whole mess to them!" He talked back while you two laughed a bit at the situation before you two regained your breaths.

"... so.. if we're going to have kids in the future..?"

"Not exactly the best hour to tell you this, but I have a huge crush on you." You widened your eyes and looked at him, who refused to take his eyes off from his daughter playing with his son.

"Wait wait wait. So... were you flirting with me?" Your feathers ruffled up as he let out a breathy chuckled and rested his face on his hand as he stared lovingly at you.

"Been doing for the past three years, but glad you finally notice." You hitted on your bottom lip before grabbing a pillow and hitting Keigo square on the face. "THE HELL KID?!"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL MEEEE?!?!?" You continued hitting him with the pillow with a dumb smile on your face as he chuckled "I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR ONLY GODS KNOWS HOW!"

The kids stopped on their playing and grabbed two cushions and started to attack you and Keigo with them with giggles as Keigo laughed.

"So this is a war then!" Some of his red scarlet feathers lifted up and aimed at you which his son did the smae on your side as the girl clutched her pillow with the same look Keigo had on his face.

"You bet chicken bones!" You laughed and started the most ever mess in your apartment.

The only thing he remembers before passing out was the made up nest and how his future kids cuddled up to him and you as he nested his face on the top of your head with a smile... the next morning the kids sadly weren't there anymore... but you were.

So in a bit of time.. He would see his little birds again, but now. He had much much of time to spend and love their mama bird all to himself for a bit longer.

[shitty-marvel-fan732]

Jealous of a Kitten

Author's Note:

Hey y'all! So I was b l o w n away by the response to my last Loki x Reader oneshot, so I thought I'd give writing for him another go! I've had this fic in my drafts since literally last year lmao. If you end up liking it, I'd love a like, reblog, or comment to let me know! And if anyone wants to request something for Loki or any other MCU characters, feel free to send me a message and let me know! As always big thanks to @twentytwohearts for their help reading and helping out with this fic!

Y/N POV:

“Good heavens mortal, haven’t you got anything else to occupy your time besides pestering me?” Loki grumbled affectionately from his place on the sofa. He was reclined comfortably on the couch, back pressed up to my front as he rested in between my bent legs. My hands were tangled within his inky black locks, fingers lazily scratching through his hair as I braided small sections. I grinned widely.  

“Nope!” I replied cheekily, ensuring to overexaggeratedly pop the “p” at the end. “Cap gave me the rest of the day off from training, so you’re blessed with my presence all day, snowball."

The prince sighed melodramatically as he turned a page in the book currently resting on his lap. 

“I wouldn’t exactly describe it as a blessing pet” he remarked dryly. His tone was nonchalant, but I could hear the small smile in his words despite his clear efforts to seem passive. 

“Oh please, we both know you love when I ‘annoy’ you." I rolled my eyes with a giggle. Loki merely hummed in response as he continued to read whatever tome had caught his attention this afternoon. Deciding to mess with him a bit, I removed my hands from his now-wavy tresses. 

“Or maybe not?” I pouted, feigning hurt and leaning my chest away from his body. He stilled slightly with his fingers paused mid page turn. His back tensed just a bit, and I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he tried to decipher whether or not I was serious. Though he only panicked a moment or two, it was enough to make me silently delight in having seemingly tricked the god of mischief. He huffed childishly, his hand grabbing mine quickly and placing it back on his head. 

My smile widened so far at his reaction I was almost fearful it may actually split my face in two. He didn't say anything, but was certain Loki could feel the satisfaction coming off of me in waves. Even though I'd known from the beginning, it was nice to be reminded just how content he was to be entangled with me for the moment. He could pretend all he wanted, but I knew something about the lanky god that most people didn't. 

He was a huge cuddle-bug. 

As stiff and regal as he presented himself most of the time, he never failed to make it known just how much he adored physical contact with me. I'd even go so far as to consider him touch-starved when we'd first met. I mean, it made sense. He was a prince and the only meaningful contact he'd probably experienced came from those that used to help him dress or bathe. The thought of him going for so long -- literally thousands of years -- without the affectionate touch of another living being made me genuinely teary. Once we'd established ourselves as a couple, he instantly became a constant presence at my side. It didn't matter the situation nor the company surrounding us, if he was in the same room as I was he would gravitate towards me. Whether it was a hand resting across the small of my back or fingers linked firmly through mine, he always found some way to initiate some kind of physical touch. I was more than thrilled at his open displays of affection -- even after months of time spent together I still felt the delicious ripples of electricity run through me each time his skin met mine. 

Moments like today's were rare. Days when neither of us had any obligations or work to be done, when we could just spend time with one another. Sweet, domestic slices of life when we could just cuddle close to one another and pretend for a moment that all the struggles of the world were gone. I sighed softly as we lapsed back into comfortable silence, both of us content to simply be in one another's presence. 

But, as always, no peaceful moments around here could last that long. 

Peter came bursting through the door, looking even more flustered than usual. Which, for him, was saying something. He was wearing his suit sans the mask, carrying a giant throw blanket, with his brown curls mussed wildly and eyes desperately searching the room. He spotted Loki and I fairly quickly. A brief look of relief passed over the young boy's features as he rushed over to where we laid.

"Hey guys, uhm I could use some help," he blurted breathlessly once he reached the couch. I chuckled, amused by the poor flustered teen. 

"You'll have to be more specific than that," Loki grumbled from his place between my legs. I didn't need to see his face to know exactly his expression. Clearly he was annoyed to have our peaceful moment interrupted, and I would bet money that he was scowling at Peter as a result. Frowning slightly, I pinched the back of his arm in reprimand. 

"OUCH," he exclaimed dramatically. His arm darted out of my reach, the other hand coming out to rub the sore spot childishly. "What on Earth was that for?"

"Leave him alone snowball, he clearly needs something," I scolded lightly. He huffed once more, settling back into my legs and turning his attention back to his book and grumbling inaudibly. I rolled my eyes. 

Peter's eyes went slightly wider as they darted between Loki and I. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the raven-haired Asgardian when he was actually behaving, and given Loki's current grumpy demeanor he seemed especially on-edge. I smiled brightly, hoping to ease his discomfort. 

"What's up Peter?"

His eyes darted back to mine suddenly, relief overtaking his face at the save.

"So I was just out, ya know like patrolling, and I was helping this old Italian lady. She was carrying all this stuff right -- and I obviously figured I would try to help -- but she didn't speak English. She was like kinda mad at first and she hit me a couple times, cause I think she thought I was trying to rob her, but eventually we got everything sorted and got all her stuff back to her super old car and --" Peter rambled, words slurring together with that inhuman speed that only teenagers could seem to muster. My brows furrowed in confusion and I lifted my hands up like a criminal surrendering. 

"Whoa WHOA Spiderling, take a breath man." I chuckled good-naturedly. The teen's face flushed slightly at my interruption. 

"Sorry. Right. Sorry." he mumbled. "Anyways, so I finally get all her stuff in her car, and she just leaned into me and patted my head. I was gonna swing away, but she handed me this and drove away." 

He gestured to the large blanket in his gloved hands. My brows furrowed. 

"Okayyyyy," I drawled, still confused as to the issue. "And you're mad she gave you an afghan because…?"

His eyes sparked with realization, mouth forming an 'O'. 

"Oh no, no that's not it. I mean that is pretty weird, like why would I need a blanket in the first place. Maybe she thought I looked cold or something, but --"

"Norns, child!" Loki interrupted. He shut his book with a snap, abruptly shifting positions on the couch so he was sitting upright. "Could you perhaps get to the point sometime this century?"

I slapped his arm disapprovingly -- he scowled at me, stubbornly scooting further from me in silent protest. I turned my attention back to Peter with a soft smile. I nodded at the red-faced teen, waving a hand in indication that he should continue. 

"Right. Sorry Mr. Loki. Uhm, so anyways, she gave me this and I don't exactly know what to do with it," he finished. He opened the chunky-knit blanket to reveal the smallest, fuzziest kitten I'd ever seen. The kitten was tiny, no bigger than my fist, fur matted and full of tufts of orange and white hair. As soon as Peter opened the blanket the small kitten blinked it's tiny eyes against the harsh light. Adorable high pitched squeaks came from the teeny cat, who was clearly displeased with the sudden disturbance to it's sleep.

I gasped, my heart practically melting at the sight. I stood suddenly, hands reaching out unconsciously and making grabby motions towards the adorable creature. Peter readily complied, gently transferring the mewling baby over to my awaiting grasp. I cradled the little cat delicately, blanket and all, against my chest and cooed soft, unintelligible words of affection. My hands instantly found a spot behind the kitten's ears and began scratching lightly. The kitten responded positively, nuzzling into my touch readily and purring loudly at the attention. My heart felt like it was positively melting at the sights, sounds, and feel of the small animal in my arms. 

"It's so cute," I gushed, though whether it was to myself or the guys I wasn't even sure. I finally managed to tear my gaze from the cat when I heard a quiet growl come from Loki's direction. 

He was in his same spot on the couch, but I could instantly tell he was annoyed, even without the little grumble. His posture was rigid, hands sitting atop his legs balled into fists, and eyes suddenly dark with anger. Only moments before his face had seemed soft, the sharp planes and angles relaxed as we'd sat together. Now his expression was stony -- the stern mask of irritation he so often wore back with a vengeance. I was momentarily distracted from the small creature in my arms. Twinges of worry and the impulse to comfort him planted low in my belly ran through me at the sight. 

"He is cute," Peter's voice interrupted, clearly oblivious to Loki's abrupt mood shift. "At least I think it's a he? Anyways I can't bring him home, May is allergic to cats and anyways I don't think they're allowed in my building. I was kind of hoping you could watch him for a while?"

"Absolutely n--"

"Of course!"

Loki's head snapped up towards mine as we spoke at the same time, his scowl deepening at my response. I furrowed my brows in confusion, slightly surprised at his aggressive reaction. Peter's eyes bounced from my face to Loki's -- the awkwardness radiating from him as he shifted from foot to foot. 

"Can you not just take it to a shelter or something of that nature?" Loki seethed, glaring at the poor teen. Peter was clearly flustered by the question -- red creeped up his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. 

"Well, see, I tried that! I did, but they told me he's too young for them to take -- cause he's just a baby -- and they can't take him," he stuttered. "Plus, they said they've got too many animals right now, and if he doesn't get adopted soon then they might have to...you know…"

I gasped, instinctively tugging the now-sleeping kitten closer to my chest. Loki shrugged, nonplussed. 

"So?" he questioned. "That is what happens to unneeded animals on this realm, yes?"

My jaw dropped and I frowned disapprovingly at Loki. I knew he could still be, shall we say, difficult at times; though he was definitely on his way to being 'rehabilitated', old habits die hard and he often still struggled with concepts like compassion and kindness. Particularly when it came to anyone or anything that wasn't, well, me. Even still, how someone could look at the tiny creature in my arms without feeling the warm, protective emotions that I did baffled me. 

"We are NOT sending this poor baby to be killed!" I stage whispered the last part, glaring at Loki and cradling the kitten protectively against my chest. "Good lord Loki, just look at him!"

I held the small orange cat down slightly, revealing it's angelic sleeping face to the scowling god. He glanced at the kitten briefly before turning his attention back to me and quirking a brow. 

"I have." he stated plainly, voice laced with poorly concealed contempt. I scowled at him and stuck my tongue out childishly before turning back to Peter. 

"Ignore him Pete, of course we'll take care of him." I reassured the flustered teen. Peter's young face instantly flooded with relief and he mumbled a muffled 'thanks!' as he rushed back out of the room. 

Smiling and chuckling, I turned back towards the couch where Loki still sat. His facial expression remained annoyed and he'd crossed his arms tensely against his chest. I couldn't help but giggle outwardly at his pout; he looked like a child who's toy had been taken away. Though I found his pouty face adorable, I still found it slightly infuriating that it was over the innocent little bundle in my arms. My obvious amusement only caused his scowl to deepen and he scooched over further from me as I sat in my previous spot on the plush couch. 

"Somebody's a bit crabby," I stage whispered to the still sleeping kitten. Loki scoffed. 

"I am not 'crabby' pet," he grumbled. "I simply don't understand your fascination with this little creature.”

I chuckled, the noise hollow and closer to a scoff than anything. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to the small kitten in my arms. He began to stir lightly, stretching out his tiny limbs and squeaking out the most adorable yawn before turning his attention to Loki and I. His small eyes appraised the two of us with a kind of innocent curiosity. Eventually he deemed us safe enough, and he began to slowly venture out from the confines of his blanket. As he tentatively explored my lap and the small section of couch that separated Loki and I, I felt my face split into a wide smile. Warm, happy feelings blossomed in my chest at the sight of the curious creature. 

"What's your name gonna be, huh?" I cooed to the small, exploring cat. "Are you a Tom or more of a Finn hmmm?"

Loki rolled his eyes, face never leaving his book. 

"How about blot?" he suggested plainly. His tone was even, controlled, and even though his lips didn't quirk up even the slightest bit at his suggestion I was wholly suspicious instantly. Sending a frown his way, I replied quickly. 

"Dare I even ask what that means?" I quipped warily. His eyes flashed momentarily to my face as he shrugged. Even with the briefest glance I could see the tell-tale spark of mischief in his eyes. Rolling my own eyes in exasperation, I turned my attention back towards the small tabby and ran my fingers across his back. 

"Hmm, what else?" I pondered out loud. "How about Tigger? You look a lot like Tigger."

The tiny cat purred louder at my words, curling around my hand as I spoke. Encouraged, I scratched his fur a little harder. 

"You like that huh? Alright, Tigger it is!"

 A quiet scoff came from the other end of the couch. To my utter confusion, Loki was still radiating complete and total annoyance from his place across from me. He sat tensely in the opposite corner of the couch with his boots tucked petulantly beneath him and his body angled as far from mine as gravity would allow. His head was bowed down slightly, his attention seemingly directed back to his book. Despite his best efforts, I could tell that he was only idly paying any attention to the words on the page. Gone was the smooth look of contentment that had graced his beautiful features mere minutes before; his face was once more a cold veil of poorly concealed contempt as he feigned reading. The look, though common to the rest of the world, was troubling to me. It’d taken months, but I thought I’d broken through the raven-haired god’s stony exterior. The sudden return of the stern facial expression caused pangs of concern and sympathy to prod at me from within. I reached a hand out instinctively to grasp his hand in mine, determined to display my silent support. 

Despite his ‘silvertongue’ reputation, Loki often struggled to verbalize feelings of anything other than contempt, rage, or disgust. I’d learned quickly that often he didn’t need me to attempt to discuss anything he wasn’t ready for -- rather it seemed the best way to comfort him in these times was a physical show of my presence and affection. 

This time was no different, and though his head barely moved an inch I could instantly feel the way he calmed under my touch. The muscles in his hand immediately relaxed as he moved to twine his long fingers between mine. His tense expression softened, although only fractionally as he grasped my hand. He turned his attention from his book slowly, deep blue eyes turning to meet my worried gaze. 

"Hey, talk to me snowflake," I demanded softly. "What's going on?"

Loki opened his mouth to reply, but a small mewl cut him off before he could speak. I glanced down and giggled lightly at the sight of the small orange tabby beneath us. The tiny kitten had wandered down the couch and was currently sitting mere inches away from our intertwined hands with a curious look overtaking his small face. Evidently he wasn't quite pleased to have the attention taken from him so quickly, and he reached a paw out tentatively to hover above our hands. Eventually deciding it was safe, the small cat placed a paw over the tops of our hands, eyes darting between Loki and I with a kind of content curiosity that made my heart practically melt. 

Loki, quite obviously did not share these feelings, and withdrew his hand instantly. His face was once more overtaken by a deep scowl as he snapped his book shut and swiftly stood. He turned curtly and exited the room without another word. My eyes followed him as he left, brows furrowed with concern and confusion. Tigger, meanwhile, was clinging to my chest by his tiny claws, his heart beating with an insane speed. He was clearly scared by Loki's sudden moves and general demeanor, and I cooed soft words of comfort to the small creature. My eyes never left the door though, thoughts of interest and concern overtaking my mind as I wondered what exactly had gotten into my raven-haired companion today. 

A few days later

Loki's POV

Sweet giggles filled the halls of the tower as I walked towards Y/N's room. A small smile overtook my features as the sound filtered through my ears. Typically I found midgardians irritating and their laughter grating, but as was almost always the case, Y/N was an exception. Y/N simply radiated happiness at every turn, and over the past weeks the sound of her infectious laugh had become one of my favorite sounds. Her mere presence had the uncanny ability to both calm and excite me at once, and I'd grown progressively more fond of my time spent with her in a way that baffled me and those around us.

In fact, the past few days had proven increasingly difficult for just that reason. Y/N and I had spent less time together as of late -- a fact that saddened and irritated me in near equal parts. For the past few days I’d found myself yearning for more time with my dear mortal, having been separated by the rather irritating presence of a certain small animal. Ever since the young Spiderchild had thrust a stray cat into Y/N's care she had been wholly and utterly enamored with the useless pet. She doted on the feline, which she'd dubbed 'Tigger', and spent nearly all of her time either caring for, amusing, or simply fawning over it. 

It was becoming rather taxing. 

At first, once I had begrudgingly accepted that the cat wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, I'd attempted to simply ignore it and go about our time as usual. It was only a day or two before that notion was entirely dismissed. Each time I made such an attempt Tigger had made his presence unmistakably clear. The loathsome, needy thing seemed to share my desire to be near Y/N, and was constantly sitting on or pawing at her. And even the precious few moments in which it wasn't physically touching Y/N it took to mewling and crying until she gave in and picked it up. I hadn’t had a single moment with Y/N in which we were truly alone for days, and I was reaching my breaking point. 

As I finally reached Y/N’s room and entered, the smile that the sound of her laughter had put on my face immediately turned to a scowl. Inside the room was Y/N, beautiful as ever, sitting casually on her bed. The sight, which normally would have filled my stomach with a tiny stir of happiness, was marred with the unwelcomed addition of a certain small kitten. The wretched thing was sitting in between her legs, happily jumping and pawing at the toy she waved above him. She was looking over the stupid pet with such fondness in her eyes -- a look which I'd once thought was reserved only for me. Irritation overtook my senses at the sight, and I couldn’t help the scoff of annoyance that came from me. 

Y/N looked up at the sound, initial confusion turning to excitement as she realized my presence. My own feelings of resentment faded marginally at the sight of her beautiful features lighting up with a smile of genuine happiness at the sight of me. 

"Hiya Snowball!" she greeted me excitedly, rushing up from her place on her bed and striding up to where I stood. She tucked herself into the fold of my arms easily, her head resting comfortably against my chest and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I sighed lightly, my own arms winding around her relatively smaller frame and my face coming to rest against the top of her head.

"Hello my love," I murmured lightly into the crown of her head, placing a sweet kiss in my wake before burying my nose in the soft hairs there. She hummed softly in contentment, and we stayed in this position for some time. It could've been moments, minutes, hours -- I was never quite aware of the passing of time when I was with Y/N like this. I was wholly encased in the safe little bubble that only her presence seemed to create. I was surrounded by her: the unique scent wafting from her hair, the feel of her body melding against mine, and the soft thumping of her heart against my chest that provided the ideal background music for our calm moment together. I was completely entranced by our embrace, all feelings of irritation gone for the moment. 

But only for the moment. 

The sound of tiny cries and the feeling of a small body thumping and winding its way across our ankles broke through the peace we'd established like a freight engine. Y/N's chuckle vibrated low against my chest before she pulled herself out of my arms to peer down at the kitten. Annoyance seared through my body as she detangled herself from me and squatted down to scoop the needy thing into her arms. She stood up once more, cradling the spoiled little creature in her arms and scratching its face with her long slender fingers. 

"Someone wants a hug too, huh?" she cooed playfully to the cat. My frown deepened at her soft tone, the same tone she often spoke to me with -- the small, loving voice that had crooned to me during late nights or early morning moments spent wrapped in one another's embrace. The same tone that never ceased to comfort me or make me feel as if she was possibly the only person to truly love me. The sound that I treasured so dearly was now being directed to a lowly, disgusting animal. It sent a wave of rage through my entire being like a white hot flame. 

"Norns Y/N!" I snapped. "Can we not have a single moment without the presence of this...this animal?"

Her eyes widened as she took in my words, brows practically flying upwards in surprise and hands stilling against Tigger's face. Her wide eyes blinked a few times in complete shock as she surveyed my face carefully. 

"I'm sorry?" she questioned confusedly. I exhaled loudly in irritation, arms coming to rest across my chest in a display of my annoyance. 

"Does it not bother you that we've not spent a moment together, alone, since the creature was forced upon you?" I questioned, tone acidic and face a stone mask of anger. Her brow furrowed deeper in confusion briefly before a wave of understanding flooded her eyes. Expression softening, she set the kitten down lightly onto the floor before crossing the few steps required to reach me once more. Though her eyes held nothing but concern and understanding within the deep Y/E/C irises, her face had the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Well I'd ask if it bothered you snowflake, but it seems that may be redundant at this point," she replied to my earlier question with ease. Her soft hands reached up towards me and wrapped easily around the back of my neck. Almost of their own accord, my own hands found the curve of her waist and held her firmly. In lieu of a response I simply scowled in her direction. She chuckled lightly, and propped herself up on her toes briefly to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before she led me over to her bed and motioned for me to sit. I complied, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, and she ensured we were settled against the head of the mattress before she spoke again. 

"Loki, are you...jealous of Tigger?" she questioned. Her tone was very matter-of-fact, but the ghost of a smirk still lingered on her face. I felt my face flood with heat, and though I'd like to blame the color on anger I was certain she could tell that I was embarrassed. Though she was largely correct, I was struck with the ridiculousness of the statement as I heard it tumble from her lips. Glancing away from her expectant gaze I mumbled out a response, though I wasn't entirely sure what it was. 

Her gentle fingers moved slightly around my head, delicately stroking the skin of my neck and face until her soft palms rested against the sides of my face. She applied the gentlest pressure to my cheek, forcing me to look her in the eyes once more. I reluctantly complied. 

"Because if you are," she continued. "I'm sure I'd have to tell you just how insane that is. Outside of the fact that Tigger is a cat and you are my not-so-human boyfriend, the idea that there's anyone or anything I'd want to spend time with more than you is just completely inaccurate. He's a baby, and he needs a lot of my attention that's all. Since you haven't been coming around much I just assumed you were busy with other things lately -- never once did it cross my mind that I was the reason I hadn't seen you much." 

I felt my furrowed brows relax slightly. Stupid and petty as my feelings may be, I couldn't deny that hearing such reassurances straight from the one person I truly cared for had taken away a considerable amount of unease from my mind. I exhaled a long breath and shifted unconsciously deeper into Y/N's hold.

"Regardless I'm truly, very sorry that I made you think I was choosing something else over you. I would never want to hurt you like that, or make you feel like you aren't the most important person in my life." 

Her worried gaze was still locked firmly on my face as she spoke. Though the majority of my chest was filled with a feeling of relief from her admission, there was a twinge of guilt lurking deep within my stomach. I often forgot just how caring and gentle Y/N could be and this may have been one such occasion. Of course she latched onto the feeble creature -- was that not what she did with me as well? It was simply a part of her nature to care for the weak or disadvantaged. 

I frowned once more as my mind reeled with the realization of my own selfishness. Y/N clearly mistook my expression however, and I could see the guilt in her eyes as she spoke up once more.

"I can ask Peter if there anyway he can watch him for a bit, maybe just give us some time alone. Or maybe --"

"No." I cut her off abruptly once again. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she opened her mouth to reply. My own finger came up to her face fast as lightning to silence what would undoubtedly be more apologies. 

"Dearest, clearly the fault is not on your end in this case," I started, hoping to ease her mind. "We both know I often, shall we say, struggle with expressing my thoughts at times. Of course you wish to care for the kitten, just as you care for everything in your life. I was wrong to assume your affections were completely diverted and for not mentioning my feelings sooner. For both, I am truly sorry."

Her expression softened at my apologies, face relaxing under my hand as I spoke. She smiled a small grin of appreciation before thrusting herself forward and deeper into my arms. I let out a small 'oomf' at the force of her body attaching to mine, but regardless my arms wound their way around her frame and I cradled her to my chest. She sighed in contentment, and we stayed in this position for a few moments before I felt her chuckle against my body. I pulled my head back just enough to give her a questioning look. 

"I'm sorry," she giggled, face alight with mischief and glee. "Did the big, fearsome Loki just say he was sorry?"

However unintentionally I felt my face heat up once more, although this time it wasn't from anger. I rolled my eyes lightly before smirking down at Y/N's smiling face. 

"If I were you, I'd mark this day down in your memory, as it isn't likely to be said again anytime soon," came my dry response. 

I heard Y/N's melodious giggle from where her face was pressed against my body, sending delicious sparks of happiness across my frame. Outside of that, her only response to my statement was nuzzling deeper into my body -- a welcome action that I easily reciprocated. My eyelids closed as we settled ourselves into a comfortable silence, content to simply be in one another's presence. I hummed, utterly at peace with my current position, when I heard a tiny mewl from nearby. 

Opening just one eye, I saw a curious little face near mine. Tigger had evidently decided it was now safe enough to venture close to where Y/N and I laid. He was pawing hesitantly back and forth across my lap, eyes assessing me with tentative curiosity as he made tiny circles around my stomach. I chuckled at the feeling of his impossibly tiny paws kneading my lower belly as he settled into a lying position. Y/N opened her eyes at my amused chuckle and shot me a sheepish grin. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I can take him somewhere else. I think Peter's around, he'd probably watch him for a bit."

I shook my head, placing a small kiss to her forehead and placing a hand on Tigger's ears.

"It's alright love. I meant what I said when I was sorry -- he didn't do anything wrong, he simply wishes to be around you as much as possible. Obviously, that is a trait we both share, and I think I could expend a bit more energy in attempting to bond with Tigger." I answered genuinely. The kitten purred loudly in response, inching his body further up my chest until he was resting just beside Y/N's face. He closed his eyes sleepily, and curled into my body constantly as he slept. 

Y/N grinned widely, her lovely face alight with such genuine love and glee that I was taken aback at her beauty. She placed a sweet kiss to my lips in thanks before returning to her place on my chest. I closed my eyes once more, smile firmly in place as I lied quietly and revelled in the peaceful moment. 

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you need not ask.

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: Genya/fem!Reader Additional characters: mentions of Sanemi and the rest of the Shinazugawa family Warning: Is Genya being adorably shy and flustered considered as one? Additional tags: Modern day AU, adult!Genya and Reader (you’re both 20-somethings *wink* *wonk*) A/N: No beta as always. Also – wow, this took too damn long hahaha pls don’t hurt me –

Summary:

After months of being into the relationship you think you could only experience in your dreams, your silly, adorably shy boyfriend finally asks for a kiss.

i. linger

“can i please have her?”

- crawl (alt. my heroine)/angels and airwaves

               “You have to move it like this, see?” Genya says as he separates locks of your hair into three portions, nimble fingers quick and precise as he weaves your hair into a pattern. “Over and under, then this one goes here. The rest is just a repeat. Over and under, you slip this one here, over and under…”

                He makes the mistake of looking at you where you sit close to him and sees the look of gentle adoration on your face. The familiar sensation of heat creeping up his cheeks makes itself known as Genya fumbles, messing up with braiding your hair. You chuckle at the adorable display and cups his face with your hands, carefully tilting his head up to meet your gaze when he looks away.

               The two of you have been dating for several months now and yet your giant of a boyfriend still maintained the endearing shyness he displays towards women, more so to you. Anything you deem cute is one of your many weaknesses, and your poor heart has been blessed with such a loveable man who goes by the name of Shinazugawa Genya.

               All those times serenading him with a single song whenever he passed you by months ago has definitely paid off, your huge crush for him being granted a step forward when he (finally) asked for your name and number. You never consider yourself to be a bold type of woman, but the very first time you’ve laid your eyes on Genya, your heart and mind seem to make a consensus and set themselves into grabbing his attention by doing what you’re terribly good at.

               And so you sang to him, silently pleading to any higher power who might listen for Genya to make the first move (as if you haven’t done it already, always singing the same song to him whenever you spot his adorable mohawk in the crowd and attempting to charm him with your winning smiles). You know you’re diving head first into your attempts at getting his attention, but who are you to blame? You’ve never had a proper crush before him, and you’re the hopeless romantic type who wants for her very first boyfriend to also be her last.

               God, you’re so cheesy. And you have a strong feeling that you’ve gotten worse when Genya finally asks you to be his girl.

               Genya’s girl. Damn, that sounds so nice. And you’re damn well sure that you won’t be choosing anyone else. You’ve never been more certain that it’s him you’ll only want in your life every single day.

              You grin, knowing that you’re sporting a blush on your face much like his.

              “Genya. You’re teaching me how to braid my hair. Don’t stop now,” you tease him, inching your face closer to his and rubbing your noses together in an eskimo kiss. The action seems to deepen the blush on your boyfriend’s face, the lovely colour creeping up his ears and neck.

              He ducks his head, closes whatever distance is left between the two of you (practically none), and buries his face in the crook of your neck while he wraps his arms around your waist and you know that he is steadying himself. It’s taken you a solid two months before he can even initiate physical affection and instead of getting annoyed, you love him all the more for it. So shy and respectful. Damn this man and his natural shyness. You’re positive that he will be the death of you, but it is a death you’d gladly embrace.

              “Then s-stop being so cute,” he whines against your skin, and you can practically feel his bashfulness as he hesitantly places a soft kiss on your pulse point.

              Alright, point taken. He really is going to be the death of you. For someone who only limits himself to kissing your cheeks or your hands, Genya moving up to your neck was a rather bold move for you. You’d be a hypocrite if you deny how much you like it, though, as butterflies not just danced but partied in your stomach.

              Thoughts of teasing him flee you when Genya’s lips move further up your lower jaw, your eyes widening in surprise while your heart practically pounds against your ribcage. He slowly pulls away, a hint of a smile making the corners of his lips twitch minutely at the sight of your flustered face.

              “Alright, I take that back,” he tells you as he stands up, leaving you seated on the couch by yourself. He places a hand to your head to gently pat your hair as you look up at him, confused and still blushing.

              Emotions still reeling pleasantly from your boyfriend’s boldness, you tilt your head to the side and stutter a bewildered, “W-What…?”

              “Ah…” Genya lifts a hand to gingerly scratch at his cheek with a finger, diverting his gaze from you as the small smile on his face blows up into a huge but still shy grin. “Stay cute, [Name]. Nah, scratch that. You’re always cute, even now.”

              With that, Genya makes a hasty retreat to your flat’s kitchen, his muffled and adorably meek chuckles at the stunned look you’ve given him making you fall even harder in love for him.

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              Your silly boyfriend has been acting weird these past few days, and you have to be honest to yourself and admit that it worries you.

              If you remember it correctly, Genya’s strange behaviour began when he has spent one afternoon with Mitsuri-san and her husband, Obanai-san. One of Genya’s younger sisters – Sumi, you think – is a fan of the city’s resident herpetologist, and the second eldest Shinazugawa child have told you of his planned trip to the Iguro household to get some advice on what small reptile should Sumi take care of first.

              When he comes back home to your shared flat, you immediately notice how Genya shyly looks away when he spots you picking irritably at your suddenly chapped lips (damn the winter season for creeping real close). He usually stops and gently chides you for doing so and would then offer you one of your numerous flavoured chapsticks to soothe your lips.

              He hears you let out a light yelp when you picked at the skin a little too hard, a small drop of blood welling where it cracked. You remember how Genya’s face contorts with worry, one of his hands immediately cupping your cheek and softly dabbing the blood off with his thumb.

              You remember how he stares too hard at your lips, his eyes glazing with an emotion you can’t read, and how he seem to snap out of his daze and hide his suddenly flushed face from you.

              This strange obsession of staring at your lips whenever he thinks you’re not looking persists for days, and days have turned to weeks until you pull yourself out of your own obliviousness. Of course, it can only mean one thing.

              Genya, your silly boyfriend, wants to finally kiss you!

              Maybe he’s witnessed how Mitsuri-san and Obanai-san interact as a married couple during his visit. After all, Mitsuri-san doesn’t hold back with showering her beloved husband her undivided affection. Maybe… Maybe Genya is an unsuspecting witness of kisses shared between the two?

              You can only imagine how embarrassed Genya must’ve felt at that moment, and yet…

              You’d be full-blown lying to yourself if you deny that you have been thinking about kissing him, too. But you know how shy, reserved, and easily flustered your poor darling is and you find yourself curbing your desire to just pull him down to your level and give him a quick smooch. You have spent quite a lot of time imagining how soft his lips must be against yours, and how he’d kiss you – will Genya lightly press his lips to yours, or will he be peppering your lips with butterfly kisses? Perhaps he’s particular with languorous kisses, his lips sometimes finding their way to your cheeks, forehead, lower jaw, and the tip of your nose? Or maybe he’ll turn out to be the type who’d softly nibble on your lower lip with those pearly whites and cute canines?

              You are quick to rule out French kisses in your list. You’re quite sure that asking Genya for one would lead to his untimely death.

              (You’re always so sweet, mindful, and respectful of his bashfulness – you have no idea how much Genya adores you for your patience with him.)

              And so you wait for him to make his move, knowing that your patience will be rewarded sooner than later.

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               It’s raining tonight, and Genya comes home to find you snoozing on the couch, his favourite purple, cable knit jumper practically swallowing your petite frame.

               He makes his way around your shared flat, mindful of making any noise that might wake you up. He changes into something comfortable, phones Sanemi and their mom to ask how their day have been, and quietly walks back to the couch to sit beside you.

               Genya watches you sleep, his heart beating a mile a minute as he admires how softer your features seem in your sleep. Gently, he removes the distance between the two of you and scoops you in his arms, carefully repositions you on his lap, and lets your head rest on his shoulder.

               A soft smile appears on Genya’s face as his gaze remains firmly fixed on your face. He can feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest, as well as your solid, comforting weight against him. He towers over you and yet it never escapes him how your soft curves slot perfectly in the hard and muscled planes of his body.

               His gaze find its way back to your face, and Genya doesn’t mind the red painting his cheeks because you cannot tease him in your slumber. Gently tilting your head up, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, then to your eyelids and the tip of your nose. He stops, however, when you shift a little then slowly open your eyes.

               “Hi,” he greets you voice soft and face red. He melts a little inside when you smile sleepily up at him, clutching his shirt with one hand and burying your nose on his chest to breathe in his scent. You have always been open to him with things like this, telling him that his scent always calms you and eases your worries.

               “Hi, love,” you greet him back. You pull yourself away a little and shoots him a coy grin. “I thought I fell asleep on the couch…”

               Genya catches the teasing tone in your soft tone drowsed by the remnants of sleep, sending him into yet another blushing fit while he played along.

               “You look comfortable, but not enough, see,” he tells you with an endearingly meek chuckle.

               “Mm… you’re right,” you mumble, snuggling back on his broad chest. “This is much comfier.”

               You feel your boyfriend’s lips on the top of your head, his contented hum rumbling in his chest and into your frame pressed against him. You spend the next minutes in restful silence, one of Genya’s big hands rubbing circles on your back in a soothing manner while his other arm is draped casually over your thighs. His presence and gentle touches are more than enough to send you back to your peaceful slumber, but it seems that your boyfriend has something else on his mind.

               “[Name]?”

               Fighting off sleep is an easy task when you hear hesitation in his voice. You tilt your head up to look at Genya and sees that his gaze is anywhere but yours. His face is redder than usual, too, coming up to the tips of his ears then travelling down to his neck and even further below his shirt’s collar.

               “Gen…?”

               The hand on your thighs travelled to the hem of his sweater you are currently clad in, fiddling nervously on the soft fabric while he musters the courage to look directly at your face. His smile is pinched with worry, so you place a hand on top of his busy one in an attempt to calm him down.

               “We, uh… w-we’ve been a couple for months now…” he begins, face so red you would mistake him for a mohawked tomato. You can practically feel the heat of his embarrassment, see how his eyes dart from your [colour] orbs down to your lips and you are given the whole gist of what topic he’s trying to broach – something you have also been thinking a lot about yourself. You let him finish talking, however. No use in getting him more nervous than he already is, don’t you think?

               You hum your acknowledgement, smiling encouragingly up at him while putting on an inquisitive front that screams what are you trying to tell me?

               Genya swallows down his anxiousness, reciprocating your smile with a pleading, shy one.

               “I just… I want to…” He averts his gaze for a few seconds before it’s back at you with a full-blown focus. Genya moves his hand from the hem of his sweater up to hold your hip, his eyes shining with bashful determination.

               “May I kiss you?”

               The question comes surprisingly smoothly past his lips and it is your face’s turn to explode into a blushing mess. You grin up at him with sudden self-consciousness, biting your lower lip and letting a small giggle burst out of you. What an endearingly shy gentleman your boyfriend is. Who do you thank again for being blessed with such a fine lover as he is?

               “You really shouldn’t ask, Genya,” you tell him, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect of finally unlocking this achievement of knowing how his lips would feel against yours – and out of his own volition. “Although… now I’m even more in love with you for doing so.”

               You laugh when he closes his eyes in profound embarrassment, hand squeezing your hip in a bid to chip away at your amusement.

               “W-Why do you say cheesy stuff like that, [Name]?” he groans with half-hearted heat, ducking his head to bury his nose in your hair. You stifle your laughter and gently pry his face off of your hair.

               “Do you want me to say cheesy stuff to someone else, then?” you tease him. Heavens, Genya will indeed be the death of you – he’s just too cute!

               “No!” He sounds so alarmed – you can’t take too much cuteness from him in just a single day. “Don’t try it, or else I’ll…”

               “You’ll what?” you playfully taunt him. “Kiss me? ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned, Genya, your lips haven’t even touched mine yet!”

               “You’re killing me. You’re killing me and you’re having the time of your life while doing it.”

               “And you’re killing me, too, making your girlfriend wait and all that…”

               Genya presses his forehead to yours, the tips of your noses touching. “I’m mentally prepping myself,” he tells you in a slightly serious tone. “I’ve been thinking of kissing you – wanting to kiss you – for weeks now, and–“

               “Then do it,” you tell him. “And I’m telling you, you need not ask.”

               Your words of affirmation seem to do the trick. Emboldened by your words, Genya crosses whatever distance is left between your lips and kisses you.

               It’s a simple peck, really, and he pulls away as fast as he presses down – but you’re torn between saying that it’s enough and it isn’t. You’ve only been given a second to enjoy the surprising softness of his lips but you don’t want to tell him that you’re disappointed–

               Genya surprises you by diving back down, pressing his lips against yours and actually lingering for more than a few seconds before pulling away and giving you butterfly kisses. You are quick to reciprocate, chasing after his lips when he pulls away, your hands moving up to tangle your fingers through his hair. You let out a soft noise of astonishment when you feel his tongue dart out to swipe shyly at your lower lip, causing Genya to pull his burning face away with a worried look.

               “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what came over me! Did… D-Did I overstep…?” he asks you hesitantly, but you can clearly see on his face that he doesn’t want to stop kissing you yet.

               Smiling brightly, you shake your head no and pull his face down to your level. “Of course, you didn’t. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

               The fretful look on his face dissolves into relief. “Oh. Oh, good.” And with that, he’s back to shyly blessing your lips with butterfly kisses in between his words. “You know, I’m kicking myself everyday about this… and… now I’m wondering why I…” he presses a little too long, enough to leave the two of you breathless. “…waited this long. I could…” another kiss. “…do this every day. Just… kiss you to prove how I fall in love with you every… single… day we spend together…”

               He pulls himself away, but just enough so he can stare at you oh so lovingly, you can feel yourself turn to putty in his soft kisses and beautiful smiles. Genya ducks his head to meet you halfway, your eyes automatically falling shut as sparks fly once more when your lips connect with his. It’s just pure magic, this moment you’re sharing with him, and if this is what drowning in love feels like then you would gladly sink deeper into his arms and lips and smiles and love and just drown in him–

               The two of you smile at each other through your kisses, unafraid of this moment coming to an end. With both of you being hell-bent into choosing each other, then you can always recreate the feelings you are sharing with this first kiss.

               “But seriously,” Genya wonders in mock innocence, looking as if he is trying to get back at you for teasing him. “Why did I wait so long to kiss you? Maybe–“

               “Oh, I wonder why, too,” you cut him off innocently – far too innocuous for your boyfriend’s liking. “And here I was, thinking that you’re preparing for a French kiss or something.”

               Genya tilts his head to the side in confusion. “French… kiss?”

               You grin up at him, wriggling your eyebrows suggestively. “You know… a really deep kiss, with tongues involved… and maybe a lot of touching.”

               Genya remains unresponsive for the rest of the night, face pale and constantly muttering “oh, gods, I can kiss you like that?” even as the two of you are telling each other good night. You can only hope that you haven’t brought your poor boyfriend to a near catatonic state with that smartass quip of yours.

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