#sh mario x reader

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Back at it again with the request the moment it opened.

I wanna request another Secret History Mario x Reader, they could be a horrorbrew or not depending on this scenario idea. Idk part of my brain thinks that SH Mario is secretly possessive? (I could be wrong and I am just overlooking the one scene where Peach explained her now deformed state cause of Mario unable to accept the fact she cheated on him so in return, He forced surgery on her.) So, What if they got flirted on by other horrorbrew mario fam whether it be just so they can under the dictator's skin or something. How would he deal with it?

Can be a headcanon or story- the SH mario cravings need to be quelled No i am not who you think I am... Maybe...-

Secret History Mario Possesive/Jealousy HC’s

Hey there thanks for the ask!

I think I know who this is. Regardless I agree with you given what he did to peach in the original secret history series I wouldn’t be surprised if he was very obsessive over his loved ones. Also I did regular reader but I did mention Horrorbrew reader a bit but mostly focused on regular if that is alright. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️Mentions Of Violence + Possessiveness + Stuff Done To Reader (Not specified)⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Secret History Mario + Mentions Of Other Mario Madness Characters

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Blazing-T on Newgrounds + Banner by swugarbunny on Pinterest

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- This man is definitely something when it comes to jealousy. If you’ve seen my previous x reader based on him although it does take him a bit to be jealous that doesn’t mean he doesn’t and when he does it really is something. I kind of feel like he has stages when it comes to his jealousy. First stage is alright. He gives people the death stare and that usually does it for some people. However the more jealous he becomes the worse he gets. His behavior towards the person he’s jealous of is really bad. Considering the shit he did in his origin I wouldn’t be surprised if he does the same thing. If he needs to result to violence in order to get the person to leave you alone he would and he isn’t afraid to admit it. He won’t let anyone threaten your and his relationship.

- He pretty much trusts you that you won’t do anything with other people. Otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to be in a relationship with him. If you were some sort of Horrorbrew he knows you won’t let that stuff slide. Even if you weren't, he knew you wouldn’t reciprocate. If you aren’t very open about expressing your feelings depending on how out forward you are he’ll settle on having your close towards him. If you don’t push him away he knows your answer to it.

- As for the Horrorbrew gang, let's just say it’s definitely something. Considering the differences between them and you (depending if you want to be a Horrorbrew yourself or not.) he definitely keeps an eye out for them. Some of the characters know how to get their way when it comes to stuff and seeing you with him you can bet they're definitely going to do some stuff in order to annoy him and definitely involve you even if you're reluctant with it. And they definitely get on his nerves and he hates it. Absolutely hate it. He doesn’t get why they do it. Well considering how sadistic some of them are he’s not surprised but still he doesn’t get them.

- When it comes to flirting some of them definitely do it on purpose. With characters like Mr Virtual, Omega (Maybe), Mr L and sometimes Luigi’s Day Out Mario. With characters like them they are definitely doing to get a reaction out of Secret History Mario. Depending on their power level like Mr Virtual and Mr L he’ll just result in telling them off which just causes them to chuckle at him knowing what they’re doing is affecting him. Is the talking going to stop them? No it won’t. They’re too much of little shits to stop, they’re enjoying the reaction they’re getting off of him. However with characters like Luigi’s Day Out Mario although he likes to tease him he does stop for a while once he gets told off by him but again like the others he still continues once Secret History Mario has his guard down.

- As for the others like Beta Luigi, Luigi’s Day Out Luigi, DJ Hallyboo and maybe MX (depends on his overall relationship with you) they don’t flirt with you (intentionally at least). Given at least two of the characters I just listed off, they probably don’t want to upset him like the others so they just leave you alone. The most they’ll do is compliment you. Surprisingly he’s actually alright with them (minus MX because just like before I think it depends on yours and his relationship) and trusts them to a certain extent.

- To be honest he doesn’t trust most of them. From what I just mentioned in my previous two points depending on who they are and if they purposefully try to flirt with you. He does his absolute best to keep you away from them only letting you be around them if he’s there and if it’s an absolute must. Of course he does let you hang out around the one’s he trusts, he doesn’t just keep you locked in a cage, he's not that heartless. For the most part.

- As mentioned in my first point, if you've seen my previous x reader based on him I pretty much said he’s pretty clingy/overly loving when he is jealous. In more ways than one. He can’t help it as long as you don’t mind it he’ll definitely be on you to make sure his love for you has been acknowledged. As long as you don’t do anything that proves you don’t love him he’s alright. If you do then he may have to do something to you, maybe not something that happened to Peach in the original video but definitely enough to make sure that you know how much he loves you and wants you.

- You do eventually somewhat get used to his possessiveness over you admittedly even though you knew his past sometimes you're still surprised at his boldness in a way at his insistence that he deserves you no one else. Honestly as possibly cringe this may seem his actions definitely make seem yandere in a way. To be honest he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he has to be the bad guy in order to get his point across. If it does then he will do it.

- Overall despite his behaviour sometimes towards people he doesn’t trust he does care about you in his own way and would do anything to make sure you know it. Even if it takes a while for you to do so.

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[rosemaeridream]

seem to need you. || aespa - kmj

kim minjeong x reader

warnings: jealous!minjeong, extremely mild thoughts of death, oblivious!reader? (or are you?), non-idol au, college? au, mj just wants you to herself, should ryujin be a warning??, mj can be toxic about you a teenie tiny bit but she knows

A/N: HAHA ik i said jealous!minjeong but mj is a sad-jealous person it cannot be helped (she's a loser in my mind) :) sorry for the wait, i was too busy playing minecraft

Synopsis: 'Seeing you with Shin Ryujin was definitely making her mind reel.'

wordcount: 4.8k

Minjeong watched you from the other side of the room. It was murky, a haze of smoke — thick against the walls, and the bitter smell of weed permeating the air. The couch where she sat was sticky, whether it be from its leathery skin or from some kind of liquid spilt, seeping into the surface and leaving her mildly uncomfortable, she wasn’t exactly sure. Parties weren’t particularly her thing, it was always hard to breathe through the layering grey of the marijuana and the thud of the bassy speakers forced her mind to claw at itself, wanting just a moment of silence.

Nor were parties something Minjeong attended very often, preferring to stay at home playing Animal Crossing or Mario Kart with her roommate. Strawberry Milkis on the coffee table, drifting joysticks shared between the two of them as they throw playful insults into the space between them. But, (and this was a rather large condition), if you asked her to kick it at a party with her?

Only heaven knows the date and time she’d say no to you.

And so, Minjeong is at a party, despite it not being her thing, despite not being able to breathe properly, despite her tasks to do in her Animal Crossing island, despite the beginning of a pounding headache, and especially despite the fact that you had ditched her an hour earlier to talk to, (‘more like flirt with’), Shin Ryujin. She grumbles at the sight, no - the near mention of Ryujin’s name.

What did she have that Minjeong didn’t?

A driver’s licence? Pshh, she knew you liked taking public transport to places, seeing the world from the ‘ant point of view’. And she knew you liked taking the train from the student accommodation to the gardens just for her to walk around and point out flowers to you. Or rest your head on her shoulder aboard the bus home from university, practically shifting your entire weight onto her after an especially confusing lecture. So a driver’s licence wasn’t the sticky gold star that you were looking for on Ryujin’s suitor report card.

Sulking in the confines of the couch cushions, Minjeong watched as you laughed at a joke Ryujin made. The brash way your laughs pierced through the thumping beat of the music made her stomach roll with queasiness; but it wasn’t that either. She could make you laugh till the sun rose. She could make you piss your pants or laugh hard enough that a stitch would form in your side. That was easy stuff. But the way your eyes sparkled, like the glitter you applied to your upper eyelid, or the snowflakes in your beanie at last year’s Christmas party, practically confirmed to Minjeong that Ryujin had something on her.

She eyes the way your hand travels to rest on Ryujin’s collarbone, allowing you to lean part of your weight on her while you recover your breath from her joke. The girl has a smug, relaxed grin spread across her mouth and looks completely enamoured with you. Ryujin’s hair had grown out over the summer, back to the length it had been when you were freshmen; glossy black hair stark against her skin. Minjeong had considered growing her hair out too, but you’d been so adamant that her bob was perfect on her, that she’d chopped it off all over again - well, you had chopped it off. The hair had danced and twirled around her as you perfected her fringe, your eyes focused on the strands, while her own darted back and forth between the wall behind you and the shiny lip gloss spread across your bottom lip. When you had finished, she’d looked down at all the trimmings on the floor and mourned her loss, until you turned her around to look in the mirror and whisper in her ear that she looks ‘perfectly handsome’. Handsome? It wasn't usually a comment she took as a compliment. But whispered from your lips? Your voice? Her heart stammered, skipping not one but two beats, then making them up in double time.

Minjeong would compare her appearance with Ryujin more often, if not for the fact that you complimented her every day. Making sure to slip little notes into her textbooks or her pencil case scribbled with words of encouragement or doodles of puppies and rainbows. Her absolute favourites were the ones that made her cheeks sunburnt, even when she has an eight step skincare routine that most definitely includes sunscreen. They’re the ones she hides away in an old banged up shoe box she keeps tucked under her bed. The notes littered in the box like they’re littered in her mind and she pulls them out when she’s feeling stressed or anxious... or anytime you weren’t around.

Like now, Minjeong would kill to read one of your notes. She pictured your neat scrawl, fit with blue, not black – it was too harsh, pen and your name signed at the bottom.

‘Hey Jeongie !!!!! *doodle of a Maltese terrier* I know I’m not around right now, but you’re always my No. 1. No matter what, as long as the moon and stars chase the setting sun. P.s. There’s beer in your fridge.’

That’s the sort of thing you’d write, she muses, or something like that, probably less melodramatic. Maybe there is beer in the fridge of whoever’s house this is.

She rolls off the couch - it sticks to the skin of her palms like velcro - avoiding looking at how close your face is to Ryujin’s through the haze and walks into the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. There’s a six-pack, well- five-pack of beer shoved at the back behind a cabbage. Clearly someone had tried to hide it from the non-residents of the house, but failed to realise that the shelves in the fridge were transparent and the beer cans were bright green. Minjeong shoves the cabbage to the side without care, fingers grasping one of the cans and giving it a tug to pop out of the packaging. Maybe the alcohol would offer relief from the turbulent reeling of her mind. And seeing you with Shin Ryujin was definitely making her mind reel.

Knowing she wouldn’t have the guts, nor the ability to be sloshed enough to separate the two of you, Minjeong retired back to her spot on the couch, sinking squeakily between the faux leather armrest and the still sticky cushion and nursing her beer which is dripping with condensation. The droplets wet her hands while she glowers at Ryujin; it makes her uncomfortable. She’d glower at you too if you’d just stop smiling so much.

The rest of the night continued that way. Minjeong’s eyes glued to you, your eyes glued to Ryujin. So much for enjoying spending time with you. Her eyes droop, the rest of the six-pack empty and crumpled at various spots by the foot of the couch, having snatched the rest of them after a rather tense moment when Ryujin had squeezed your arm. Maybe she was being melodramatic now. Maybe she was-

Your face appears in front of hers, happy and smiling wide. “Hey Jeongie!” You giggle.

Minjeong grimaces in response.

“Not feeling so good?” Your voice lilts with laughter and she can see you glance at the multiple cans of beer scattered around her, then to the one in her hand. “You’re a lightweight, Jeongie, you know better than to down... six? No-” Your hand lightly points as you count the rubbish around her. “Five cans of beer.”

Instead of fighting back or even giving an explanation, she just holds her tongue. There’s a trail of beer dripping down the side of the can making her hands wet and sticky. You wouldn’t understand it. You’d just get more disappointed if she told you why.

Your eyes continue to twinkle with humour as you take in her slovenly figure sunk between the couch cushions. “Come on, drunkard, let’s get you home.” You offer her your hand, dainty but there was a certain confidence and strength to them. It multiplies in front of her, your real hand is the one on the left, no, the middle, then she blinks and it’s back to one.

Minjeong wants to sulk more. Clearly she was only worth your time when on the borderline of passing out in some random person’s house, where you had taken her even though she really just wanted to be at home buried under her weighted blanket while cursing at Tom Nook’s 3D sprite. But she can’t reject your hand. Not when you’re actually paying attention to her for the first time that night. So she grumbles and whines but she slips her hand into yours and feels her butt being ripped from the mildly uncomfortable clutches of the cushions.

You walk her through the house and out to the footpath, dodging far drunker people than Minjeong, her hand clutching yours while blindly stumbling behind you. The air out here only barely smells of weed, every couple of breaths it’s strong again but then it simmers back to nothing. But with the haze of the room gone, the fog in her mind began to thicken, forcing Minjeong to concentrate on where her feet were landing. Taking in a deep breath as you pull her along, she watches the way your smile sticks to your face, even when you stumble a little. She desperately wants to know why you were here with her, instead of sucking faces with Ryujin. It makes the alcoholic fog of her brain worse. Why? Why? Why?

“What happened to Ryujin?” And it’s left her mouth before she could stop it, like a runaway train hurtling down the tracks and she doesn’t even have a stupid lever to pull to save five people instead of her own measly existence and maybe she-

“She saw you were a little bit... okay, a lot drunk and excused herself. Ryu’s really nice you know and I think you two would-...” Minjeong immediately stopped listening to you when ‘Ryu’ dropped out of your lips. Ryu. R. Y. U. A nickname. A cool nickname too, not some cutesy shit like Jeongie or Minnie or Mindoongie. If Ryujin gets a cool name like a senior or a jock, where does that leave Minjeong? Why didn’t you call her Min? And the way the corners of your lips twitched when you talked about her? And the way your eyes almost glazed over dreamily like you were imagining some intimate scene between the two of you?

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Your voice pierced back through her haze of nicknames. You look concerned like when you had found her crying in the bathroom over her marks in Grade 10, a mix of pity and worry, swirling in your eyes like sand in the waves crashing to the shore.

78% is perfectly acceptable, Mindoongie. You just have to study harder next time. Your hand had brushed through her hair then fallen to rest on her cheek, thumbs brushing at the stream of tears. She remembers stopping the salty trails from running down her cheeks only when she got a glimpse of your own paper crumpled in your spare hand. Red pen was harsher than blue and black, and so was the shape of ink, forming a scratchy 53%.

Minjeong gives a weak nod and gestures for you to continue with an indiscriminate nod of her head. Most of this was going in one ear and out her ass, like it always does when Ryujin was brought up.

“Anyway, she asked me to go see a movie next Friday!” You check the street right to left, then take a step out, pulling her along with you. Ryujin’s going on a date with you. Wait- Ryujin’s going on a date with you. Minjeong’s eyes bulge and she stops, standstill, in the middle of the road you were crossing. Her hand falls out of yours, despite the strong grip you kept on it. The fresh air begins to feel murky against her skin, like she was still inside the house, wisps of smoke invading her senses.

“What?!”

“Ryujin? She asked me to hang. See, you’re not even listening to me!” Your laugh fades into the background again as Minjeong mentally throws darts at a board with Ryujin’s face taped to it.

And all Minjeong can force out of her mouth is a pitiful, “Oh.”

Minjeong sits at the precipice of murder. Whether that be herself or Ryujin she hadn’t figured out yet. She also sat at the edge of your bed, legs swinging back and forth in a rhythmic motion, like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Tick. Tick.

She always liked your room. It was cosy, walls lined with shelves lined with plushies and CD cases. There were always CDs around, one in the player you saved up for, a couple carelessly laying on the table outside their cases, the wall behind your bed was a mosaic of painted discs, a project you completed with Minjeong’s help. Today’s album on repeat was something she didn’t recognise. Her mind had glossed over when you had explained to her the genre, all she knew was it had guitars and it sounded sort of ethereal; like she was half asleep listening to a band through a wall.

You stood in the mirror, looking at yourself. This was a normal activity for the both of you. She would sit on your bed, watching you watch yourself getting prepared for a night out. Usually, she pre-prepared, showing up to your home and trudging to your room complaining that you’re forcing her to go out again. It happened like clockwork every Friday night. Always the same motions; it’s muscle memory now, the same way that Minjeong can find the right frets on her guitar she can find her place by your side.

Except this time Minjeong isn’t coming with you. This time she’ll watch you get picked up by a taller, more confident girl and then hold back the prickling sensation of tears as she traces her steps back home.

“Jeongie, do you think she’ll like this top or the other more?” You voiced your concern, holding the top you previously had on to your chest, then moving it away to show the one tight on your body. Minjeong looked up from the floor with a tired huff, studying both of the shirts. Did she really care about helping you impress stupid Ryujin?

“The one you’re wearing now is fine,” And it was. It hugged your body nicely, highlighting your figure rather than hiding it like the other one would. Minjeong traced the outline of your chest, naturally following it to the small amount of cleavage the shirt created before removing her eyes and focusing on the top in your hands. “It’d go nicely with that necklace I got you last year.”

You twirled to gaze in the mirror again, standing tall and checking how you look from various angles. “Mmh, I don’t know. Isn’t it too much?” Your eyes find hers in the mirror and she just lifts her shoulders in a lazy shrug.

“If you like her then it shouldn’t be too much.” Minjeong’s voice is small and it twists in an unfamiliar way. It slides through a couple tones before landing on nonchalant. “And you’ll be wearing a jacket, the temperature drops after six.”

She hears an amused chuckle from you, looks to see the corners of your mouth twitching ever so slightly and Minjeong feels her stomach clench again. “You take care of me so well, Minnie.”.

Her lips slip under her teeth as she chews on them, an anxious habit she’s never been able to kick. “You’re my best friend.” And the answer slips out of her grasp again, much before she was able to stop it; sticking to her mouth like the strong taste of alcohol, everlasting and unpalatable.

Staring at the floor, she holds back another set of jumbled thoughts she’d regret. She already wanted to take back these words, adding more would just complicate things. And they were true too. What were you if not her best friend?

Your eyes meet through the mirror again and Minjeong rises from the bed, padding over to you, her red socks muffling her footsteps on your bedroom floor. The display of your CD player adds a number as the next song starts to play. Still the layered guitars, still the gritty, hazy sound. She cocks her head as she analyses your outfit. “The black denim jacket.” She suggests with a flash of her eyes, looking up and down.

Minjeong reaches under, past your body, hand colliding with one of your jewellery boxers on your vanity before finding the necklace she’d gifted you the year before. It was sterling silver; dainty, but not flashy. At the end of the chain was a hollow star embedded with tiny moonstones that glittered in the light of your room. The necklace had barely even dented her bank account, having impulsively bought it from a market, two weeks before your birthday. It reminded her of you, the glitter akin to the sparkle in your eyes when you smiled.

The chain was freezing in her hands, colder than the air in the room. She steps behind you, lifting her arms to move the necklace over your head. The movement was slow, deliberate, her breaths sending tingles up your ear. Notes of citrus and lavender wafted over your shoulder as her scent surrounded you. She wanted to hold the chain in her hand, warm it up so that the ice of the silver wouldn’t make you gasp when it laid against the skin of your collar, but there wasn’t time for that. Ryujin would call, or text, or honk the horn from her stupid Mustang, and you wouldn’t be with her anymore. Instead she moves your hair over your shoulder, out of the way of her workspace.

Minjeong keeps her eyes away from your gaze, as she pulls the necklace around your neck. Letting out a small gasp when the chain cascades against your skin, you leant back into her body, just an inch. It slithered down to your cleavage then back up as she brought the clasp closer to her eyes to fiddle. The hook and loop was small and her hands were clammy enough that they slid and wiggled through her fingers, making it harder than necessary for her to catch the hook. The hairs on the nape of your neck rise a little out of the corner of her eye and she has to force herself to ignore it otherwise she’d ask you to stay.

She’d blurt it out. Don’t go. Stay. Please, with me? You’d turn and give her the smile she always gets. The one when she picks you up after university classes or when she buys you ice cream, even when you bugged her all day. You’d nod your head, wrap your arms around her waist – the smile still dancing on your lips, and press your forehead against hers. It would be a light touch, something only for her to experience. The music floating about the room would switch to something slower, softer, matching her lovesick expression. Your breath would puff against her lips as you accepted her request.

The hook finds the loop and Minjeong takes two small steps away from you. Enough space for her to breathe, but close enough that she could still feel your presence. Stay. She watches you in the mirror, the fond manner in which your fingers brush at the star before curling around to hold it. Like you were sentimental. Like you wanted her the same way she wan-

Your phone chimes and she takes another step back. Minjeong can feel a tugging in her stomach, rising to her chest and clawing up her throat. It’s like she’s being dragged away from you and she’s desperately scrabbling, her nails digging into the floorboards, filling with dirt and grime. You move across your room to pluck your phone from your nightstand, looking down at the bright screen. She knows it’s a picture of the two of you on the lock screen. Happy smiles staring up at you from behind the obstruction of her text. “I have to go now Jeongie. Ryujin’s about to pull up.”

Minjeong swallows the lump in her throat and watches as you carelessly throw your phone onto the bed then drift about your room, gathering the last of your accessories. Check your earrings, rings, look yourself over in the mirror, pack your ID into your handbag. I want you to stay with me.

You don’t even spare her a glance.

Time seems to slow down as she chews on her lip. It wasn’t fair. What did Ryujin have that she didn’t? The room plunges into silence as you eject the CD that was playing. It was too empty now but she didn’t have the guts to fill the silence with words.

Minjeong didn’t have the guts that Ryujin did and she never would.

Staring at your back walking out of your bedroom and towards the front door was all she would be able to do. She didn’t have the guts to stop you.

Your phone chimes again, this time louder in the now silent room. You don’t walk over, instead you vaguely make a motion for Minjeong to read it out to you instead. It’s a normalcy between the two of you, she often allowed you to read her texts too. Everything was shared, it was within the boundaries you had placed years ago. Maybe you didn’t even have boundaries together anymore. She reaches for your phone with clumsy fingers, one leg on your bed the other rooted to the floor.

The new notification blocked her vision of your lock screen. A pesky little notification. But, she was right; the wallpaper was the two of you smiling into the camera. And, she was right. It was her text message. Minjeong can’t stomach reading the text, nor does she even try. Instead she studies the picture behind the notification, swiping down to get rid of it. The two of you were at a fair, flowers in your hair with your hands wrapped around her shoulders, and hers around your waist. She wanted that back. She wanted you to stay with her. You were her best friend, isn’t she more important than some girl?

“Minjeongie? Everything alright?” She grunts and swipes the notification back into view.

“Ryujin’s two blocks away.”

Minjeong gets up and puts your phone in your hand. The action is more aggressive than necessary and it creates a little slap noise when the silicon of your phone case meets your skin. You look back at her with a slightly surprised expression, finally perhaps picking up on her annoyance for the other girl.

“What‘s wrong?” You mutter, your voice annoying Minjeong; it’s worried and she hates it. She hates it all.

“Nothing. Enjoy your night with Ryujin.”

You pause at her words, maybe she’s said too much. She trudges over to your bed and falls on it, stomach first. She can feel your eyes burning to the back of her hair. Her hair that you cut. That you called handsome. Handsomely perfect. Perfectly handsome.

Fuck you.

And fuck Shin Ryujin.

She doesn’t however hear your footsteps, and only notices your presence when there’s a dip in the bed and the sheets under her are tugged taut, making an uncomfortable bunching near her hip. She ignores it, like she ignores you.

“Jeongie, come on, you tell me everything. Anything. What’s up? Do you have an exam soon that’s stressing you out?” Your hand clasps her shoulder, then gently runs through her hair. From her scalp down to the ends and back through it all again. Her head tingles pleasantly and it takes all her willpower to continue to stay angry with you.

And stay angry with Shin-fucking-Ryujin. Who’s probably waiting outside in her dumb Mustang right now. She would bet $100 that it doesn’t even have seatbelts, and you were all about safety. Ryujin has nothing on her.

The more she thinks about the colour of the Mustang matching your purse or the way you had dreamily told her about your date or the way Ryujin pushed hair behind your ear at the party, the more Minjeong seethed in anger. It bubbled up from inside, heating up her skin and making her flush a sweaty, sticky red. They multiply and bond and break until her mouth opens and her voice splits in a bratty way.

“I bet Ryujin’s hot bod will keep you warm tonight.”

Instantly, your calming petting stops. Minjeong deflates, too scared to look over her shoulder and into your eyes. She just said something beyond stupid, probably something that didn’t even make sense. And she said it with the most clearly jealous tone possible. Hot headed and grouchy and stupid Minjeong.

The sound of laughter stops her thoughts in their tracks. It’s quiet but she’s completely sure it’s a laugh. So she looks over her shoulder and meets eyes with you. They’re crinkled into crescents, the glimmer still present, the one that gleams like your necklace. And the eye contact breaks when you can’t hold back another laugh. It’s pretty, however pretty a laugh could ever be, but then again, Minjeong’s whipped for you.

“Ryujin’s hot bod?”

Another laugh.

“Minjeong, are you jealous?”

Minjeong reddens and buries her head back into your pillows. She knows you’ll take it as a yes. You've always been able to read her well, sometimes even noticing her mood swinging before she can. Knowing she's already been caught in the deep, deep hole she's pre-dug for herself over the past couple months with her feelings, she mutters into the pillow. "I don't like her. She's not-"

She stops herself before saying another thing that she can't take back. It's not right for her to dictate your emotions and your relationships and she knows it. But the desperate feeling clawing at her flares up again when your phone chimes its reminder notification. Oh fuck it, can’t make it worse than it already is. And so she says the words she had been wanting to say since she trod into your room.

Well, sorta.

“If I asked you to stay, what would you do?” Her words are still muffled into the pillow, half-sure of themselves. She can’t just ask you to stay, at least not straightforwardly. If she asks and you don’t want to stay then... then what?

You don’t respond immediately, but your caresses start up again, and Minjeong doesn’t know whether it’s a negative response or not. The delicateness of your fingers and the rhythm in which your movements restarted themselves keep her from bursting out into tears. Four counts downwards, then two for replacing your hand at her scalp, then another four, then another two then...

“Can you sit up? I don’t like it when you mope into my pillows.” She knows it’s a joke, the tone of your voice light, infused with a hint of jest, but it makes her stress out more. Minjeong wanted to hide from you, melt into the mattress and start a new life in her pillowy prison. But she also wants you to stay, so badly.

And that’s what pushes her to sit up, slightly ungracefully, with the determination to look into your eyes, seeing nothing but affection swimming in there. A tiny spark of hope alights in her chest and swallows, ready for your words.

You hesitate a moment more before letting go of your perfect posture and relaxing under her gaze. She always loved to see you this way, a level of comfort and familiarity put back into place. When the moment of hesitation passes and you take a final breath in, the words finally hit her ears.

“Minjeong, I like her but she’s not you.”

She’s not you.

Something takes over Minjeong, maybe the look in your eyes or the way your inflection changes when you talk about her and without a beat, she smashes her lips into yours. She’s so sick of being a coward, not having the guts. It’s about time she got what she wanted, you. Your lip gloss makes it sticky but she’s not uncomfortable, in fact, the subtle taste of strawberries made her want more, and you weren’t pulling away, so neither would she.

Your phone chimes once more in the silence. Minjeong knows it’s Ryujin, but she doesn’t really care about her anymore. A lovesick grin spreads across her face, invading her eyes and creating smile lines in the corner of her eyes. It's her forehead resting against yours and as much as she wants to push away the feeling of accomplishment, her competitive streak is too strong; she's won.

“You should get that.”

Her lips brush your's as you gently push her down on your bed.

“Five more minutes, I'm staying here with you.”

A/N: fun fact! i rewrote the ending like 6 times (once was spicier sorry lol) and i still don't like it but i don't want this to haunt me anymore so :)

[strangelockd]

How about a smut or fluff whatever you like with Sherlock x reader where the reader is in her early twenties so alot younger than him. But is in head over heels for Sherlock? And he also feels things for her ?

I don't know if this makes sense 😂

Just An Experiment

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Synopsis: You're playing a game with Sherlock when suddenly he has something else on his mind.

Word Count: 646

Warnings: Slight Age Gap, Mutual Pining, If You Squint Enough There Is Some Smut, Thigh Riding, Heavy Petting/Kissing

A/N: Sorry this was a day late I had some family drama. I hope this was worth the wait. I like to think Sherlock is a Nintendo guy.

“I win!”

At least that’s what it felt like until you heard Sherlock give out a small snicker. 

“And whats that supposed to mean?” Your voice slightly annoyed as you sat the nintendo remote down.

Sherlock raised a smile from the corner of his plush lips stating flatly, “It means that I let you win y/n”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff crossing your arms sinking deeper into the leather couch. Sherlock was always a poor winner, but he was more insufferable when he was losing at times. How can a 34-year-old man be such a baby…

“Oh, come on” giving him a playful shove with your foot “lets play something else, I guarantee I’ll kick your butt again old man”

His eyes widened, “I’m only 10 years older than you y/n” he responded calmly.

“Ya which makes you an old sore loser,” you tease deeper reaching for your glass of red wine, “so how about it” taking another sip setting the glass down, “care for another match?”

You notice him setting his remote down slowly on the armrest, “No, I don’t feel like playing that anymore. I have…something else in mind,” Sherlock eyes now trailed to you with that look, the look that makes your stomach flutter and flip all at once. He clearly didn’t want to play Mario Kart anymore. 

Everything was happening so fast now that you didn’t even realize Sherlock was now sitting much much closer. Heart beating faster, you watched him lean in ever so slightly testing the waters of comfort and space. You always had a crush on your friend, but as the years progressed it has become increasingly obvious of your infatuation for each other. So much so that there have been times were you yourself had to shake it off or at most shove the feelings down and put them back on the shelf. Besides, theres no way a genius like Sherlock Holmes would ever go out with a younger woman in her early twenties. 

Eyes widening, you stammered feeling your cheeks flushed a deeper red, “Sh-Sherlock wa-what are you doing?” You whisper softly.

He leaned in facing closer, smelling the slight hint of cigarettes and coffee from his breath. He leaned in, your lips just a hair from each other, “Just an experiment…”

Feeling his breath on your cheek caused the hair on your neck to stand as you closed your eyes welcoming the contact, his lips were warm and inviting causing a weakened sigh to emit from your throat. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside, the taste of cigarettes and coffee was hypnotizing. His kisses gave promise as your bodies pressed together heatedly against the leather sofa as you bit his lower lip gently causing a grunt to release from Sherlocks chest; he clearly was enjoying himself.

Breathing heavily as your lips pressed together you rolled onto his lap grinding your needy heat against his groin. He rolled his head back in pleasure as you continued your rocking motions; taking the advantage to unbutton his dress shirt leaving his toned frame exposed. 

Threading your fingers through his soft curls to tug his head forward as your lips clashed once more. He could taste the wine on you, feel the thud of your combined heartbeats as you both fought for dominance.

Finding his fingers groping underneath your shirt as he flipped you on your back making you squeak, his perfect form towering over you as he pulled away. His eyes glowing a bright green in the dim light. 

“Shall we continue with the game?” He asked coyly.

Shaking your head, you pull him in for a deep kiss, “no, I would rather have you”

He gazed into your eyes, a warm smile cascading over his face as he stroked your cheek placing a tender kiss upon your lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me y/n”

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[writeousposting]

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Writeousposting !! <3

Name(s); Writeous, Nuke, or Doll!! (no preference!)

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List of fandoms we're in!

Pink; writing for, Blue; not writing for, purple; maybe!

arcana famiglia (does this have a fandom?)

Bungou Stray Dogs

call of duty??

chainsaw man

cuphead

Deadpool. (no other mcu things or wtv.. only Deadpool.. maybe spiderman..)

demon slayer

dragon pilot

dungeon meshi

five nights at freddy's

gravity falls - will change, I just need to rewatch first :)

haikyuu

happy sugar life

i am not okay with this

jujutsu kaisen

kakegurui? - maybe in the future

mario?? ig??

My hero? - in fandom, never actually watched :3

ouran private high school host club

pokemon - havent watched much in forever man

pressure - PLEASE

Puelle Magi madoka Magica

resident evil (specifically 8, village) - ooc if i do write, for sure

rising impact - please.

Saiki K - ooc, but id love it!!

School Bus Graveyard

seven deadly sins - idk the characters good enough!!

sonic - same as sds

stars align -angst..

suits..? - only if i get to hyperfixate on court for no reason for the fic

the resident? - make it medical information instead of court and you got a deal

Voltron - not finished yet, but i would love to write it!!

Wednesday - would need to rewatch first

whitepine - not enough content to write for it, will when more gets released though, maybe!!

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continuing..

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• Writing stuff ✧･ﾟ

Anime:

•HunterXHunter

(Idc, but if asking for Killua x Gon it will be aged up a little)

•Death Note

•Demon Slayer

•Danganronpa

•Mha

(NO character x character shit. y’all scare me)

•The Promised Neverland

(Depending on what is being asked, they will be aged up)

•BSD

Videogames:

•Genshin Impact

(Basically any character/ship)

•Omori

•DDLC

•Bendy

(VERY IFY ABOUT THIS ONE)

•Mario

•Cuphead

(Only to a point)

•Danganronpa

•Sonic

(If you want to ask for this, please say what type of animal. Or if ydc, just say)

Movies/T.V Shows:

•The Batman{2022}

•Teen Titans

•The Dark Night series

•John Wick

•Marvel

(Any character- but I’m not familiar w/ this)

•DC

•Sonic

•Ginny & Georgina

•Harry Potter

Broadway Musicals:

•Newsies

•Hamilton

Other Random Shit:

•Fast Food Mascot’s

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Prompts:

•headcannons

•polyamorous relationships

(Depending)

•fluff

•angst

•lime/spicy

•AU

•toxic

•Hurt/Comfort

•Yandere

•Platonic/Romantic

•SH! Comfort

•SA/Abuse Comfort

•M4M F4F M4F F4M

•Oneshot

•Ships

•Suicidal! Reader

•ADHD/Autism comfort

•Anxiety comfort

•Dead! Reader

Uncomfy Prompts:

•smut

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•+18 x -18

•homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist shit, etc.

•character x character

(A/N: idc about shipping characters, its based on the ship itself. But please ask!! I love seeing peoples ships! <3)

•O.C x character

(AN: I don’t like writing for just ONE person. So I won’t do these, they just don’t stick with me.)

[lullips]

when i'm with you — l. sh

pairings : lee suhyeok x fem!reader

genre : fluff, lowercase intended

summary : in this catastrophe, you and suhyeok feel the safest when you are with each other.

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the cold wind slips past through the broken window. a bunch of kids who were just experiencing their first-ever zombie apocalypse scattered around the room, finally feeling at peace as their eyes closed, roaming in their own dreams.

the two lovers sat together near the window, your head on suhyeok's chest and his arm under your neck and the other one wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to make you feel warmer, one of your arm on his stomach, legs tangled together, and his blazer on top of you both.

your breaths were steady, hair framing your face perfectly and the moonlight hit your face as you sleep, escaping this nightmare for a little while, secretly wishing that this was all dream, and by the time you woke up you were in suhyeok's room, doing your make-up on him or play mario kart together while the smell of his mum's cooking fills the entire house.

suhyeok didn't sleep though. instead, he keeps his eyes on you. holding you so dearly and watching you as your chest move up and down at a steady pace. he didn't want to sleep, at least not yet. this could be the last day you guys were together and he didn't want to waste it.

oh, how he wished all of this didn't happen. how he wished that right now, at this hour (honestly he doesn't know exactly what time is it but he guessed it's around 9 pm) he could take you out to an empty park, being dummies together.

he sighed, giving you a long forehead kiss before deciding to close his own eyes as drowsiness starts to kick in. he pulls you even closer, snuggling into your neck to find more warmth in this cold night.

—

the group of the teenage survivors sat by the fire on the school's rooftop, comfortable silence fills the night. after a tiring and thrilling struggle to get to where they are right now, they finally get to rest again. though they were extremely upset the helicopter left them, they have no other choice but to stay here, wishing for another one to come and finally taking them to a safe place.

"should we do a deep talk? like confessions or something? you know like in the movies." you said, chuckling while leaning your head to suhyeok's shoulder.

"okay, first of all, please stop that lovey-dovey stuff, it's grossing me out." daesu said, only to make suhyeok plant a hard kiss on your cheek which makes the group—and you—scream and gasps in shock.

"just say that you're jealous, daesu." suhyeok teased, sticking his tongue out at the boy who had a sour expression on his face, causing everyone to laugh.

"oh, i think we should do that. what y/n said, i mean." onjo spoke. all of them nods and there goes the conversation.

from jimin's not-so-pleasant story about how she should just move to seoul, to how namra felt so glad that she finally had some friends, to daesu's singing, and to cheongsan's confession for onjo. you can say it was quite nice, it brings closure to all of you and you liked it. you like how it felt safe and comfortable.

you feel suhyeok's hands on your shoulder. you look up and smile at him before closing your eyes and rest your head on his chest. "what are we gonna do after this?" you said.

"what do you mean?" suhyeok asked, looking down at you.

"you know, after all of this is over, what do you want to do?" you opened your eyes to meet his.

"well, what do you wanna do?" he asked again.

"i want to eat your mum's jjajangmyeon, it was my favorite. i want to put my make-up on you and play mario kart together. or maybe roblox, anything on your computer. and then we can watch peaky blinders, we haven't finished that." you said, looking at the night sky above. the only thing that remains the same in this hell hole.

suhyeok smiled sadly, he wants to do that too, really. he would do anything to eat his mum's jjajangmyeon while watching your favorite shows, constantly throwing comments and arguing here and there again. but he didn't even know are they gonna be able to do that anymore? but nonetheless, he answered softy, "then we'll do that after this."

suddenly you felt a wet drop on your cheeks which make you open your eyes. "are you crying?" you asked.

"no." suhyeok shake his head.

"are you drooling?!" you said again, sitting straight.

"what? no!" your boyfriend replied, hands up in defense.

"wait..," you trailed off. another drop hit your face, and then more drops hit your face again. "it's- it's raining!" you yelled in joy.

"everyone, it's raining!" getting on your feet, you opened your mouth to drink some of the rain waters. "oh my god, it's raining! woohoo!!" you yelled again, twirling and jumping, feeling freer with every drop of rain that hits you.

suhyeok watches you with loving eyes, seeing you bubbly as that making butterflies form in his stomach. god, how he loves you so much.

the tall boy got up, coming towards you and picking you up with a genuine smile. he spins you around, the melody of your laughs combined as well as the others'.

after a few spins, suhyeok finally put you down, never breaking the eye contact. he keeps his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck. you both smile at each other before closing the gap between you both. sharing a soft loving kiss with each other.

you broke the kiss, looking straight into his eyes and playing with the back of his hair as you whispered. "i love you." a tear dropped from your eyes as the stress, anxiety, and tiredness starts to overwhelmed you, followed by a sob.

suhyeok's hand finds its way to your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he brings you to his embrace. "i love you too."

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you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend, couldn't help but let out a small sniff when you saw the armies with their guns, the feeling of relief washed you over. finally, it's all gonna come to an end.

you put your hands up, signaling the armies that you guys bring no harm. memories of the difficult process for all of you to get there, the people that didn't make it, your friends that didn't make it. namra, cheongsan, wujin, joonyeong, everyone creeps up to your mind. leaving a bittersweet feeling in your chest.

suhyeok rubbing your hand in a small circle, giving comfort and reassurance as much as he can.

"there are survivors!" the army shout, bringing their guns down and rushing to you guys, checking here and there.

you're safe. suhyeok is safe, all the pain, all the tired, are worth it. even though there have to be painful sacrifices.

the armies led you guys to the quarantine camp, giving you clean clothes and all. you look around, looking at the people inside the rooms, crying and hugging together.

you look up to suhyeok, only to find him already looking at you. "we made it." you said, letting out a breath of relief.

he smile and nod. "we made it."

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four months have passed. you and suhyeok sat together on one of the sides of a tent. both of your hands inside his as he constantly blows it to bring warmth, watching the kids running around and playing with each other. it started to snow, which you were so happy for. you love winter, you love the snow. it was such a peaceful scene to see after the catastrophe behind.

"are you hungry?" you said, leaning on him.

"mhm, what do you want to eat?" he asked.

"i don't know, anything. but i really want hotteok right now." you look at him with a scrunched face. "do you think they'll give us some hotteok for winter?"

suhyeok chuckled softly, ruffling your hair a bit. "maybe? we'll see. i'll make you one if they don't." he rubs his nose against yours. you laughed as you feel the tingling sensation.

suhyeok give you a peck before hugging you so tightly. rocking you forward and backward. "aahh, you're so cute, i love you, darling."

how you guys wished this moment would last forever. the situation isn't the best but it's enough, you like it. now that everything has passed, you swear you would cherish every moment you had. with your friends, with the people around, and most importantly... with suhyeok.

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not very happy abt the ending cuz i'm not sure how to end it but well oh well here you have it <3

[stardust-selfships]

Welcome to my SELF SHIPPING blog!

I'm mod 🏁 and I write imagines and self shipping stuff! Please read this entire post to know what's up, and what I can and cannot do!

This blog is space, arcade, and nostalgia themed!

DNI / Don'ts:

Pretty basic, the normal DNI criteria

No pr*shipping please

Do not ask for ships of two characters from the same source, this blog is for self shipping/self inserts only!

No NSFT, I am still a minor (17)! This may update in the future if I feel comfortable doing it

Please ask if I write for a character that isn't on the list, do not assume I will write for them

Do's:

Imagines, small write ups/fan fictions, x readers

AFAB/AMAB readers (Please specify!)

All body types, nationalities, disabilities, etc. Everyone is welcome here!

Slightly suggestive imagines (NOT NSFT, just slight suggestive content)

Interracial/species ships (mobian x human, etc) (you guys are super valid!!!)

Poly ships involving more than one character

Sexuality/gender headcanons

Hurt/comfort, horror, romantic, any love trope (enemies to lovers, etc)

Vent/heavy topic write-ups (like SH comfort head canons and things like that)

FANDOMS:

Sonic the hedgehog

Sonic the hedgehog (all versions!) (This includes movie sonic and ugly sonic as well! Love those guys)

Shadow the hedgehog

Silver the hedgehog

Amy rose

Dr. Eggman (movie, boomverse, games canon)

Scourge (anti sonic or scourge)

Knuckles the echidna

Boom!tails (no NSFT)

Miles "tails" prower (platonic only)

Fleetway super sonic

Toy story

Sheriff Woody pride

Buzz Lightyear (toy version only, sorry!)

Andy Davis (teen/adult only)

Child's play

Chucky/Charles Lee ray (human, doll, or Nica!Chucky)

Tiffany Valentine (human or doll)

Glen/da (doll only, and platonic only!)

Andy Barclay (adult only)

Steven Universe

Steven Universe (teen/young adult Steven ONLY)

Spinel (reset or normal)

Peridot

Pearl (pink, CG pearl)

Pink diamond

White diamond

Rose quartz

Rainbow quartz (1.0/2.0)

Jasper

Lapis lazuli

Invader ZIM

Invader ZIM

GIR (PLATONIC ONLY)

Dib membrane

Professor membrane

(TAK is a huge maybe, idk if I'll write for her or not)

Super mario

Super "jump man" Mario (main games version)

Bowser (main games version)

My little pony

Pinkie pie

Twilight sparkle

Rarity

King sombra

Queen chrysalis

Trixie lulamoon

Sunset shimmer

Starlight glimmer

Rainbow dash

Sonic.exe

Sonic.exe (2011)

Xenophanes

Lord X

Tails doll (platonic)

FATAL ERROR

Needlem0use VHS

Sarah Henderson (human, spirit, or sonic body)

Luther artwright (human (young adult or adult), spirit, or tails body)

Friday night funkin' and alike fandoms

Senpai

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Pico

Lemon monster

Tankman/captain

Sarvante

Ruv

Selever (no NSFT)

Skid and pump (spacefatcat's adult versions, the kid versions are platonic ONLY!)

Roy (from spooky month, no NSFT)

I will probably add more to the list but yeah!

Have fun!

[polaroidbills]

08. no bitches?

pairing! - non-idol!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis! - inspired by reckless by madison beer - jungwon promised y/n to never break her already damaged heart, but can he really keep it?

word count! - 743

october 14, 2021 @ 6:55 p.m

(y/n's pov)

the sound of the welcoming door bell rings through our ears.

the door opens, revealing heeseung.

"hey guys! come in!" he allows us to walk in.

immediately i see jay cooking, sunoo chilling on the couch, riki looking for ice cream, and sunghoon and jake playing video games.

"jay's just cooking dinner. i think it's tteokbokki," heeseung shuts the door.

"where's jungwon?" i question.

"oh he said he'll be a bit late," he shrugs.

"oh okay," i mumble as chaeyeon pulls me away, ending the conversation.

20 minutes later, it's now 7:15.

jungwon's still not here.

"yah! jake what the hell!" sunghoon shouts.

we're all playing mario kart and jake hit sunghoon with a shell. everyone laughs.

the door bell rings. "jake go get that," heeseung orders, immersed in the game. "fine."

"yes! i won!" sunghoon celebrates.

"jungwon hey!" everyone turns to the door. jungwon walks in with a smile and we all greet him.

running up to him i hug him, "i was waiting for you, what took you so long man?"

"heh, sorry my mom needed help with the laundry, took longer than i expected," he laughs hugging me back.

"okayyy! break it up or get a room!" jake shoves his hands in between us to separate us. we laugh awkwardly.

at dinner, jay places his tteokbokki on the table.

"hmm it's delicious," i say surprised.

"right! jays cooking is for real the best!" riki agrees and everyone starts digs in.

"so what should we do tonight?" sunoo starts a conversation.

"hm.. i was thinking we play party games. you know like truth or dare and whatever," heeseung suggests.

"yeah! and then we can watch like a movie or two!" riki adds and everyone agrees, finishing our food.

after placing our dirty dishes in the dishwasher, we all gather in the living room. as i was about to sit down next to jungwon when chaeyeon squeezes in between us and sits down.

"so who wants to start?" jake says making everyone confused. "huh?"

"truth or dare? hello? okay fine. whatever. heeseung, truth or dare?" everyone comes to realization.

"ohh~ hmm, truth."

"is it truth that no ones asked you to the spook-a-thon yet?"

we laugh and "ouuu"s are heard.

"yes," heeseung salts.

"it's giving megamind, no bitches?" everyone laughs.

"okay okay i get it, but to be fair jake, the only bitch you get is your dog, layla," he smirks and everyone bursts into laughter. jake rolls his eyes in defeat.

"anyway, hmm chaeyeon, truth or dare?"

"uhh you know what? dare."

"ouu shes getting bold," everyone jokes.

"okay... i dare you to sit beside the hottest guy here," heeseung dares.

"easy," chaeyeon gets up and sits right in between jake and jungwon.

"ouuu," everyone shocked, as well as me.

"so is it jake or jungwon?" heeseung asks

"i didn't pick truth~," chaeyeon mocks.

"okay okay, hmm let's see... oh y/n truth or dare?"

"dare."

"i dare you play the pocky game with sunghoon," chaeyeon smirks.

"oh shit~,"

"damnn," everyones baffled.

i grab a pocky stick and walk over to sunghoon nervously. i sit down and place the stick in my mouth. facing sunghoon, he places his mouth on the stick, not making eye contact with me. i thank him for that. as we inch closer i get even more nervous.

almost an inch away, i can't take it anymore. i was about to break it, when sunghoon went for the last nibble. his lips brush against mine and we quickly break the stick.

my eyes wide open and not being able to chew the pocky. claps and laughs were heard from the others.

"woww!" chaeyeon hollers.

"okay moving on," i change the subject. still sitting beside riki and sunghoon, i don't make eye contact with them.

"my turn. hmm riki, truth or dare?" i turn to him.

"uh truth," he hesitates.

"is it true that yooha has a big crush on you, so she joined the dance team to be with you? and you have feelings for her too?"

"yes.. i mean i think it is? i can't ask her straight up, you know? but i so like her..." riki scratches his head feeling awkward.

"okay my turn!" riki claps happily.

"jungwon, truth or dare?" we all turn to him and he looks a little uncomfortable.

"dare."

"i dare you to do the pocky stick game with y/n."

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author's note! - pocky game ayee! no bitches?

taglist 🏷️ @boowoowho @fadedluvv @hursheys @enhacolor

[broken-glass-puppet]

Hello guys I wanted to say something

Now the commission's are just for this fandoms: Lego monkie kid, hunter x hunter, inside job, genshin impact, obey me!, Twisted wonderland, fnaf, slashers and that's it

Currently some of my interest about Mario and tmnt has been...down so yeah!

Also commissions will be closed in the future, and maybe I'm a little slow doing them

Rest of the norms for requesting: not pedophile ships, no SA, no SH (just comfort but not doing it), not homophobia, no transphobia, no racism, i just male and gender neutral readers, i will post a note about the characters i write for, no NSFW and no incest

[offbrandhange]

AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎��𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

The fact your the only who writes any mario's madness character is a godsend cause I am a HUGE fan of that game

You can ignore if the request are closed, I did try to find the status. Can you do a headcanon relationship with Secret History Mario? (he is underrated imo 👉👈)

Relationship Headcanons for Secret History Mario

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Don’t worry you just managed to send in your request in time, I’ve added it to my pined post so if you want to know when the requests are opened or closed just look there (just so I don’t have to constantly post about it). Also I completely agree that he is underrated and I love him so much. It’s kind of extreme (in a way) how much I love him. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Secret History Mario + Secret History Luigi

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by TaylorSwitch64 on Twitter + Banner by f3malez on Pinterest

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- Okay first things first I would like to say, how? How did you get the well known dictator to decide to pursue a relationship with you? Knowing him you probably must have caught his eye in a way which caused him to go up to you. To have someone like him being interested in you is something. Admittingly you were a little suspicious of him having alternative motives regardless you decided to go along with it. But surprisingly he was actually pretty cool to be around. Like sure he did some shit to people but let’s ignore that but like I said earlier you managed to catch his attention which means that he genuinely wanted to know you better unlike anyone else.

- Before and even after you and him decided to be in a relationship with each other he’s very smug out of the two of you. He’s just naturally cocky and a little shit but that’s why we love him. He likes to tease you by giving you off handed comments every time you two decide to hang out. But besides that he does genuinely enjoy being around you he just expresses it in his way which can be different from other people but it is what it is and as long as you don’t mind it then he doesn’t see the harm in it.

- You thought you were surprised when he wanted to be friends with you. Well you were even more surprised when you found out he liked you. Like sure you saw that he treated you differently to other people but you didn’t pay that much attention to it. Even the dictator himself was surprised at his sudden love for you. At first he didn’t want to admit it, not because he was afraid of how you would react, he's just stubborn. It takes him a while to be open with his feelings because he feels like he needs to constantly be seen as tough instead of a person who instantly gets soft because of someone. Like sure every time he hangs out with you his heart beats faster, a smile forms on his face when you say something simple even chuckling to himself when you say something funny, the way he just stares at you paying attention to every detail of your face, sometimes getting caught by his brother Luigi smiling to himself because he suddenly decided to think of you. But even then he’s too stubborn to admit it, despite concrete evidence of his love for you.

- But even with his stubbornness he does reach a breaking point where he has to tell you that he likes you or else god knows what he might do if he doesn’t. So he decided to plan a totally not mini date for you. Telling his brother to make sure no one interrupts the two of you. He surprisingly put a lot of effort into it. You never knew he could be such a romantic when putting an effort into it. It took some time but eventually he did tell you how he felt about you, in his own way to which you accepted them.

- He kind of has a soft spot for you in a way although he doesn’t directly, like I said he can be quite stubborn he prefers to show his love for you in private. He doesn’t often do it in public, the most he’ll do is hold your hand, having you close to him. The only time I can imagine him actually being willing to be lovey open is if he has to. Mostly if he thinks someone isn’t taking yours and his relationship seriously. The shit this man will do just to show people that no you aren’t single and yes you are dating him is something.

- He’s surprisingly really flirty and loving towards you. He knows what gets you flustered and honestly he really likes seeing you become a stuttering mess. He does some many romantic gestures towards you from something simple as kissing your hand to many more things. The more time you spend around him the more romantic he becomes. He likes having you close to him, having his arms around you, his hands constantly on your body just keeping you there until he’s done, even if you or him need to do something.

- He can be extremely clingy depending on his mood. It’s kind of refreshing seeing him like this, after doing his usual shit sometimes all he likes to think about is just going back home seeing you and just cuddling with you, resting till the both of you fall asleep. At this point he doesn’t really care if he does come across as clingy. He waited for however long he did to see you again, it’s not his fault he’s not actually happy till he sees you.

- It kind of takes him a bit to get jealous, not too quickly but not that long but with the right way you can get him jealous. When he does he just gives the person the meanest death glare causing shivers being sent said person's back. Around you he gets a bit pouty and as mentioned earlier overly loving. He honestly doesn’t understand how someone else has the balls to flirt with you, especially around him. He finds those types of people clearly idiotic considering his reputation would anyone be stupid enough to do that.

- Obviously due to his role as a dictator you can often find yourself hanging out with him in his office. Also since you and him often like to hang out there you often found yourself talking to his brother Luigi as well. He’s pretty much the only person Mario trusts to be around you. I mean with him being his brother and his bodyguard he knows he won’t do anything with you. When he’s unable to make sure you're ok he asks his brother to check up on you and if anything is bothering you he tells his brother before getting rid of what was making you uncomfortable.

- Overall, despite his background he can actually be good to be around and a loving person.

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[glitchh3d]

(New) !!Helping To Forget!! Masterlist

Synopsis: When (Y/n) graduates with the Seijoh 4 (Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa) and they end up going to different schools their friendship suffers and she feels a bit lonely and left out. A year passes of her internally suffering and Terushima Yuuji pops into her life in the form of spilt coffee and lots of terrible flirting. Things happen, people get hurt, coffee is spilt, (Y/n) has some mental breakdowns.

Warnings: Swearing. Suggestive Content. Angst. Fluff.

Status: Ongoing/Unfinished

Pairings: Terushima Yuuji x Reader, IwaOi, MatsuHana, others may appear.

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Chapters:

1. (Y/n) and the (new) boys twit profiles

2. Seijoh 4 twitter profiles

3. Operation Jealousy

4. Operation: Get (Y/n) begging on her knees

5. Notes, Coffee, Photography and more...

6. More Characters!

7. Fight.

8. Apologies?

9. Laser tag Pt. 1

10. Laser tag Pt. 2

11. Laser tag Pt. 3 (+Party and Day after tweets)

12. Halloween?

(Insert Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi, ect... [Twt profs])

13. Date Planned

14. First Date!

15. Matsukawa's NOT small.

16. Minecraft memes.

17. (Y/n) x McDonalds

18. Skittles an sh*t

19. Girls day!! Was ruined.

20. Tiddies an mario kart?

21. Halloween Pt. 1

22. Halloween Pt. 2

23. Irrelevant

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Snippets

1. Playing Among Us

2. Feeling Down

3. Among Us 2.0

4. TikTok

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BTW I HAVE A NEW SOCIAL MEDIA AU OUT!!! POSTING EVERY FEW DAYS/MAYBE DAILY!!! PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT!!!

LOOK HERE!!! LOOK HERE!!! LOOK HERE!!! LOOK HERE!!! LOOK HERE!!!

[ag3ntl3vi]

Kenma Kozume X Male Reader | “Fighter” | ☁️

I wrote this out of boredom at like, 3AM. 

Word count: 2,345

Trigger Warning: Fighting, cursing, blood. 

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Such bullshit, you thought as a group of violent alphas glared up at you. You clicked your tongue, swinging your prized metal bat off your shoulders, slapping it loudly against your palm. 

"You're such a nuisance," you grumbled.

"Us?! You're the one spreading their pheromones like a whore!" The self-proclaimed 'leader' spat, venom lacing his words. You rolled your eyes, moving your body into a fighting stance. 

"Yeah? But aren't you the shitbag who touched that omega chick without consent?" You lowly growled. The alpha faltered, giving you your answer, before snapping back to reality. "She asked for it! Practically begged! Her scent-!"

"Her scent, what?" You took menacing steps forward, pushing your bat under his chin aggressively. You were relatively tall which made you intimidating along with your mean features but you weren't feared enough to be spared violence due to your second gender, and Omega. You could easily be mistaken for a powerful Alpha from afar. 

You were born with slanted, glaring eyes and a harsh resting bitch face, so you could understand why people tended to avoid you at first glance. 

Your eyes glared with pent up rage as you lifted your bat above your head and brought it down on the shitty alphas shoulder. 

A sickening crack echoed through the empty alleyway, the alpha gasping in pain before another blow from your knee slammed into his chin. He stumbled back onto his ass, gripping his shoulder pathetically.

"Your scent is disgusting," You grimaced, waving your hand in front of your nose.

"Get them, idiots!" He whined loudly. His goons charged you a second later. Swiftly, you dunked under one's metal pipe, kicking his gut and pushing him off his feet. You dropped to the concrete and quickly knocked another's ankles from under him, swinging your bat over your head (hitting someone's chin in the process), and bounced it hard against his soft belly. 

You rolled over but was forced back by a shoe to your cheek. You hissed, looking up before having your silky locks fisted and your face smashed into a hard kneecap. You gasped as blood oozed from your nose.

You forcefully shook off the pain and grabbed your offender's wrist and with a burst of short-lived power, swung him over your head and knocking him out cold against the hard floor. 

You laid there for a hot second, staring up at the baby blue sky. There weren't any clouds, you noticed sadly. 

You were tempted to fall asleep but you were sure when the sad excuses of alphas woke it wouldn't be pleasant for you. 

You knew the scene looked horrible to an unknowing eye, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a single shit. 

You sighed and picked your slightly bloodied weapon up to lazily toss it over your shoulders, walking to the entrance of the alleyway. 

Though, surprisingly, you had bumped into someone. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see him, you had the worst vision. You furrowed your brows internally, you needed to see an eye doctor soon.

The guy you bumped into bristled like a startled cat, taking a short step back as he clutched his Nintendo DS close to his chest. You glared down at him. 

"Ah... Sorry," He muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground. He glanced down the alley at the sound of a pained moan. 

You scowled at the noise, releasing a loud sigh through your nose. 

"No, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You quietly said. Kenma nodded slowly, looking back to his gaming device, not caring too much about the very obvious fight that had just ensued. 

"You play Animal Crossing?" You asked, recognizing the soft music instantly. 

Though shocked a guy like you knew the game, Kenma nodded again.

"Cool, me too. Give me your name," You said smoothly, though internally you were ecstatic someone else played the game.

That's how you met the pudding haired boy. After exchanging your contact information, you went your separate ways.

You texted Kenma first.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

I want to play COD. Do you have it?"

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma 

yeah. whats your gamertag?

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

DyNaMiTe.

Don't ask.

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma

I won't. 

Let's play.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

Oh, btw, do you have a mic?

After adding your new friend on the Playstation, you connected to a call and played several rounds of COD before you got bored of slaughtering random enemies. 

"Let's play Mario Kart," You stated. 

"Okay," Came Kenma's short answer. 

You ended up playing until sunrise. You had to admit, the bloodshot eyes and sore muscles were worth it. Kenma was a surprisingly good player and you could say with confidence he was now a gamer buddy. 

More time passed since you met the setter, but he knew deep down it was only a matter of time before he was forced to introduce you to his childhood friend. As of now, he was thankful he told him very little about his newfound friend.

The more you hung out with Kenma at school the more open he became, giving you longer answers rather than his short, to the point ones. Sometimes he'd call you randomly at night requesting you play Animal Crossing with him and everyone else had gone to sleep. 

It was a lie. Kenma didn't have any other friends, but he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. He had to go when a loud voice called for him to get his ass to bed, though you weren't sure who it was. Maybe his dad? But he sounded young. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business anyway. 

A week later you and Kenma sat on the roof of the school. You took a large bite out of a thick sandwich layered with meat and cheese. Kenma favored a neat bento his mother made him the night before. Occasionally, you'd glance at his teriyaki and whine. It took a while but the blonde finally gave in, holding a ball of meat in between his chopsticks towards you. 

"You wanted one, right?" He muttered, avoiding eye contact. You grinned and sloppily took it from him, thanking him as you chewed. Kenma grimaced and wiped at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. 

"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot.." He whispered.

Aw, look! He's being nice~ Your inner Omega swooned. You pushed down a blush, though Kenma could've sworn he saw a thin layer of pink dusting your cheeks, though he couldn't tell due to a large bruise. He brushed it off. 

More time passe. As the days increased so did the bruises, cuts, and even a few stitches. Kenma had noticed you being pulled out of class through the window of his classroom but never really questioned it, assuming you were skipping with your friends.

He couldn't have been more wrong. 

"You're fucking joking," You muttered, staring at that shitty alpha from a few months ago standing in front of your classroom. He had innocently claimed his teacher needed to talk to you, something about your grandma's passing or some bullshit excuse. Your grandmother had been dead for three years. 

"Come along now, (Y/n)," He whimpered sadly, patting your shoulder. "You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your little blonde pal, would you?" He whispered dangerously in your ear. You allowed him to lead you out of the classroom.

You glared, growling. "You're bluffing," You accused, crossing your arms across your chest. 

He raised a brow. "Am I? I have a buddy in his classroom, all I have to do is get him to bring your pal out. He doesn't look like a very strong alpha..." he trailed off, a sick grin pulling at his cheeks.

You cursed under your breath, an image of Kenma's small, shy smile crossing your mind. No way in hell would you let this dickbag of an alpha touch what's yours.

Mine.  Your Omega growled loudly. 

 Ours, You thought back. 

You would protect him all you could.

After school Kenma went to volleyball practice, per normal, but you weren't waiting for him when he left his classroom. Normally you would pick him up and walk him to the gym then wait on the side of the gates where Kenma would make up an excuse to walk home with you instead of Kuroo. 

He furrowed his brows, confused. He checked the bathrooms on his way to the gym, not seeing you. Did you get sick? He made a quick stop at the nurse's office, asking if you had gone home. She shook her head, claiming nobody had gone home today. 

As nervous as he was, he made his way to the volleyball court, changing into his proper shoes. As little as he normally played, he couldn't get his mind off you. He had a sinking feeling something was very wrong. 

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had started to develop feelings for the taller Omega. He had denied it for a while, but he had soon come to terms with it. What was the point in acting like they weren't there? It would be there anyway. He couldn't act like his heart didn't start to pound in his chest every time he saw you or how worried and protective he felt when he saw a new bruise or cut on your body.  He felt butterflies when you laughed at your victories in first-person shooter games or that childish grin you got when he caved and let you have his teriyaki at lunch. 

"Kenma!" Kuroo called, jogging over. Kenma hummed, looking up at the raven. 

"Are you alright? You're more out of it than usual," Kuroo asked, his brows knitting together worriedly. The blonde bit his lip, looking down, to the left and right before meeting his gaze again. 

"You.. Know that guy I told you about?" He muttered.

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. "The one you're madly in love-" Kenma yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth quickly, his face exploding into a red blush. "Sh!" he hissed. 

Kuroo smirked behind his friend's hands, giving them a wet lick. Kenma gagged, jerking his hands away and wiping them violently on the rooster haired male's black shirt. "Gross..." He whined.

Kruoo laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. What bout him?" 

The setter sighed, voicing his concern. "He wasn't here today to get me," He started. "He didn't text me he was leaving and it looks like he's getting.. hurt more often." His voice dipped into a whisper as worries and anxieties flooded his brain. Something wasn't right, he just knew it.

Kuroo hummed, tapping his finger on his chin. "Have you asked him?" Kenma shook his head. "You should," Kuroo gave him a long stare. "I don't see why you haven't." 

Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't know." He said. "Somethings wrong," He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Really wrong. With him."

An overbearing scent caught his attention. Faintly he smelt the omega's natural scent, pine, and fresh campfire. 

"Find him," Kuroo smiled. "I think there's something between you two, more than a bro-bro relationship." He teased. Kenma blushed, wasting no time in changing into his outdoor shoes and Volleyball jacket before he bolted out the door. He zipped the red jacket up to his chin and smelt the cold air, searching for his crush's scent.

He ran to the gates of the school and made his way to the empty park. It was concealed by the thick forest and thicket, but the unmistakable smell of him. 

He pushed through the thorns and sniffed the air. His smell was strong, he was close. A heavy feeling of anxiety and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he broke through the bushes. 

Kenma's golden eyes caught sight of a figure hunched over in a swing and he jogged over.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. You flinched at his voice, as comforting as it may have been to you, you lowered your head, your hair blocking your face.

Kenma's nose picked up on a dreadful, and disgusting scent. Blood.

"(Y/n), what happened?" He lowered himself to the dirt, looking under your bangs. "Please, look at me.." he muttered, reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.

You sniffed and looked up, tears brimming your narrowed eyes as blood dribbled down your face from a large cut across your temple, your nose, and busted lip. Your knuckles were a bright red, dotting with blood. A tear slid down your cheek and you hurriedly wiped it away, jerking your head aside.

"It's nothing," You growled. Kenma narrowed his eyes, standing up.

"It's not." He said. 

"It's nothing, Kenma." You whispered, smearing the blood across your face when you rubbed your sore nose. "Just a stupid fight." 

"(Y/n), talk to me," Kenma muttered, glaring down at your hunched form. "I can't help if you don't fucking talk to me, you know." You winced at the harsh curse. The shorter one didn't cuss often, only at games when he lost a hard round or when he was pissed. 

"I said it's nothing, drop it." You hissed, your (e/c) orbs piercing into his honey eyes. He held your stare sternly. 

You caved. 

"Someone threatened to hurt you if they didn't get revenge. They wanted a punching bag for a while. In exchange, they'd leave you alone. Satisfied?" You huffed childishly.

Kenma gaped at you. 

Had you really gone and got yourself beat to a pathetic lump all so he was spared a little pushing around? 

When he didn't answer you took a breath. 

"I'd rather be a human punching bag than allow the guy I love to get hurt," You grumbled, holding your breath. Yeah, fuck you, you knew what you were saying. You were low enough and if the setter didn't return your feelings the internally bruising would heal with your external cuts. 

"The guy you love?" Kenma whispered. "You... Love me?" he stared at you, slightly wide-eyed. You nodded stiffly. 

"Me too."

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[softkuna]

Sukuna | Yuuji Itadori || Nightmare || fic

The reader spent the night at their house and had a nightmare and bc Sukuna and Yuji were in the same room as her they both wake up to her quiet sobbing and comfort her. :)

Content   ║ Yuuji x f!s/o. Sukuna x f!s/o. The thing is, he’d always liked her. She helped him with his writing assignments and he’d help her with illustration. They became something like friends. She’d come to the dorm and get her ass whooped in Smash Brothers or he’d see her and get roped into an across-campus journey. It just so happened that Yuuji met her in some intro to painting class and ever since they were stuck at the hip. It never really donned on Sukuna that through all her good deeds and casual back-and-forths with him, that that’s what he had wanted from the start.

Count      ║ 1,262 words.

Consider ║ Fluff. Unrequited love. SFW. Probably grammar issues. Female reader.

Creator    ║ I hope this is alright for ya! This was actually pretty wholesome to write, ngl. I have this set up more as a unrequited love type of deal so that it wasn’t sketchy. I would rather avoid that side of the twins au ;v;. I hope you enjoy!

The edges of her vision blurred and focused repeatedly. A heaviness set into her chest, weighing her into the bed she lay in. Half of her face had been buried in pillows; the other half luckily able to take in the cool air. Anxiety tensed inside of her. In between awake and asleep, they always came. Dark human-like figures with scraggly arms lurked at the corners. Their limbs spindled unnaturally as the reached for her, slinking up the comforter and icily grazing the flesh of her arm.

  Wake up. Wake up. Just move!

 Desperately, she tried to rip her arm away, but nothing seemed to move. The scariest part was her mind trying to put her back to sleep, lull her into unconscious territories as they infiltrated the room. One had reached out from underneath the bed across the dorm. It wasn’t until it began to crawl on fours that her body kicked into gear, heaving in a lung full of air. Her arm jerked backward, entire form scampering from the edge of the cramped twin bed.

  “Ey!” Yuuji rose, holding a hand to his cheek, sleepy insult glazing his expression. Dread buried itself in her mind, digging so far down it was damn near survival instinct. Eye flickered wildly around the room. It wasn’t hers. Hands grasped her arms delicately, their warmth countering the near violent chill running through her blood, “Sh, sh, sh… you’re with me, ‘member? Wanted to sleep over?” His voice was sweet and hushed, a small rasp to the abrupt wake-up.

  “R-right…” Eyes flickered down, the anxiety not yet gone. A hand came up to cover her mouth, eyes darting somewhere to the right as lashes worked to swipe away tears. I’m such a fucking child.

  It happened every time and without fail. They came every night and every night she panicked. What made it all worse was the aggravated groan from the man in the bed across Yuuji’s.

  She stopped all breathing, chest caving in and out. Yuuji drew her in, letting her head bury itself into the crook of his neck. A large, calloused hand rubbed small circles between her shoulder blades.

  Sukuna rolled in his spot, eyes hitting his annoying twin and his equally annoying girlfriend. She was propped up on him, laboriously breathing and sniffling. It filled their shared dorm, bounced off the poster coated walls, and struck him right in the damn chest.

  The thing is, he’d always liked her. She helped him with his writing assignments and he’d help her with illustration. They became something like friends. She’d come to the dorm and get her ass whooped in Smash Brothers or he’d see her and get roped into an across-campus journey. It just so happened that Yuuji met her in some intro to painting class and ever since they were stuck at the hip. It never really donned on Sukuna that through all her good deeds and casual back-and-forths with him, that that’s what he had wanted from the start.

  Yuuji’s brows creased at the center, worry plain in his every motion. He knew things like this happened. Some nights were worse than others. Tonight was the first night that she had slept over his dorm. She was nervous about it, ‘specially since she didn’t want to make it awkard with Sukuna. They were friends, much to Yuuji’s annoyance. Even now, he saw how Sukuna peered at them, seeming disinterest in his lax visage. Yuuji knew better than that. There was a subtle flick to the way his eyes moved, the careful pull of his gaze over her shuddering frame. He cared. Probably more than either of the twins were comfortable with.

  Both arms wrapped protectively around the girl as her hiccups slowed, mouthing to the twin, “Stop staring!”

  “Then do something about it.” Sukuna gestured with his chin to his friend. Yuuji shot a sleep-ridden glare back. Sometimes he forgot how much of a dick his brother was.

  Once her breath had caught up to her, the girl pulled her head from her boyfriend’s soaked shoulder. Awkwardly, she pinched the fabric, pulling it up then letting it limply go back into place, “S-sorry…”

  “Don’t be! Just a shirt. More importantly,” The pinkette gave her his best smile, hands squeezing her upper arms to show he was there, “Are you alright?”

  She glanced from him, then over her shoulder to Sukuna. The latter gave no more of a response than to just blankly stare back, even after she had looked away. Meekly, she asked, “Can… can we play smash?”

  “Yeah! Of course,” The boy perked, relief washing over him as the tears began to dry from her cute little face, “I’m sure dick-kuna won’t mind the noise.” He popped out of bed, dodging a swipe from the brother as he set up the console. For a two-bed dorm, it was pretty long. They could fit both beds, bother dressers, and a tv propped on a coffee table in front of a beat-up sofa. It truly was the epitome of a boy’s dorm room.

  Much to her surprise, both kept their dorm pretty clean. Their grandfather had always kept them in pretty good shape when it came to household chores. Her feet hit the ground and she wobbled before making her way to the couch. Yuuji scooted, but she sat smack dab neck to him, grabbing a controller. The volume was turned down almost to inaudible. Yuuji stuck his tongue out as he stretched to turn it up. Her hand whacked his arm, “Yuu, be mindful of-“

  Her weight had shifted on the beaten up cushions. Sukuna couldn’t deal with his friend destroying Yuuji in smash alone. Without so much as a word, he grabbed the controller, propping a leg up on the pre-battered wooden table. He could feel it, though. The tensing of her back relaxed into the furniture. He hummed a singular laugh to himself as she pulled her legs to her chest, looping her arms around to play with the two.

  Many rounds overs, Sukuna made sure to beat his brother in the most annoying ways possible, even after they had switched to Mario Kart.

  “I swear to god if you hit me with another shell-!”

  His girlfriend cackled in that ugly-cute way, burying her face between Sukuna’s shoulder and the couch. When she pulled away, she placed a playfully crisp smack to his shoulder. Mischievously, she grinned and an unspoken plan to bombard the brother with shells and lightning came to fruition.

  Despite their differences, the one thing Sukuna and Yuuji had in common was their utter adoration for her. The way she screamed when she laughed and the sleepy protests to keep playing included. Yuuji stretched with a grin, nudging her up to bed. It was late – or well… early now. As she followed his careful lead, making sure not to let go of her hand as she stumbled past the table, she looked back to Sukuna. Warmth crept through his insides a the smile she gave, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’.

  She crawled under the comforter, taking residence in Yuuji’s other-worldly warmth. He always smelled like vanilla and honey. His nose nuzzled into her cheek, pressing a kiss to his before muttering a soft ‘g’night’. It didn’t take long to hear the steadying breaths of lovers asleep.

  Sukuna’s eyes rolled and he made his way to his own bed. He might be sleeping by himself, jealous that he couldn’t be his brother for the night, but at the very least he could make her laugh.

[uwu-shinsou]

Night Owl

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILER FOR PAST THE END OF SEASON 4!!

Summary: Shinsou has recently joined class 2-A. He’s always seemed to be a little tired, but is it your imagination or are those bags under his eyes getting darker?

Warning(s): Small use of language, that’s all!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, honestly just fluff uwu

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first bnha fic!! I’ve written quite a bit of fanfiction but this is my first time doing it on tumblr :3 Also yes, this fic is technically set in the class’s second year, and with my headcanon of Shinsou being placed into class 1-A (or I guess 2-A now) because I won’t accept it any other way. I’m also considering taking requests if anyone is interested in that (: 

You puff out your cheeks, brows furrowed deep with thought. Aizawa’s droning lecture faded into the background as your focus deepened. Chin resting in your hand, you tilted your head as your eyes burned (metaphorical) holes into the back of Shinsou’s head. While you had known of him for a while because of the sports festival, you’d only begun to actually know Shinsou much more recently. Watching him during his secret-but-obvious test for the hero course was fascinating, and it was clear to your entire class that he had the potential to become a great hero. As soon as Aizawa announced that he had passed his test, your class had been persistent in persuading your teacher to add him into your class. Something must have worked, or maybe it was just by chance, but it was announced that 1-A would be receiving a new classmate the following school year.

Unsurprisingly, Shinsou fit into your class well. He seemed a bit reluctant to try to connect at first, maybe nervous to be put into such a new atmosphere, along with the pressure of now being a part of the hero course. But really, all it took was one night of you, Kaminari, and Kirishima forcing him to play a Mario Kart tournament and he settled right in. Since then, you found yourself getting along with Shinsou pretty well. It felt like the two of you shared a sort of natural connection, and you were sure he had to feel it too.

But there was a problem. A personal problem, for you really, because Shinsou was hot. And it was fine before he joined the class, really. You were simply content to occasionally see him around school, daydream from afar of running your fingers through his luscious hair while he had no idea who you were.

It was MUCH harder to innocently have those thoughts with the two of you being friends, and when he now sat in the seat directly in front of you. It was actually harder and easier; easier to get side tracked and zone out staring at him, and a lot harder when you’d miss important parts of class or, even worse, he’d almost catch you staring. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him now, though. You’d seen him almost nod off in class at least three times today, and while Aizawa’s lectures could feel long winded, Shinsou didn’t seem the type to knock out in the middle of class. Something is definitely off about him today.

“Y/L/N.” You shot up straight in your chair at the sound of your name, panicked eyes meeting those of your teacher. “I hope you’re paying attention to class today, or do you find the back of Shinsou’s head to be more interesting?” Your cheeks flared with heat as the bell rang, saving you from having to give some kind of answer. Aizawa’s eyes glittered with something that you couldn’t quite read, but had you tensing up even more regardless. “There will be a quiz on all of this next week, so come prepared. You’re dismissed.” 

Several of your classmates groaned about the quiz the second Aizawa left the room, and you were pretty sure Kaminari was crying. But it all faded into the background as you shoved everything on your desk into your bag, prepared to make a desperate not-quite-running fast walk out of the room when Shinsou turned his chair around and planted his hands on your desk. Ah shit, I was too slow.

“Soooo y/n,” he drawled, leaning down to rest his head on his folded arms. He blinked up at you through lidded eyes, a small lazy grin resting on his face. Oh god it should be illegal to look that good. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You willed your cheeks to not become even redder and slung your bag over your shoulder. You flashed him a wide grin, “Class can get so boring when it’s not hero stuff. And I mean, can you blame me for wondering how you get your hair to look so soft?” Shinsou’s eyebrows quirked up and his grin spread further.

He sat up in his chair with a mischievous look on his face. “What can I say? Having hair this gorgeous is a burden I must bear.” 

“You poor soul, braver than Japan’s pro-heroes,” You reply, one hand on your heart and the other wiping away a fake tear. He gave a small laugh and you found yourself lost in his lovely purple eyes, eyes that took your breath away and made your heart do a flip inside your chest. But your grin slipped away as you really looked at him. Is it just me, or do the bags under his eyes seem darker than normal? 

“But really Shinsou, I kinda noticed that you almost fell asleep like three times in just the last hour and, well, I was wondering if you’re doing okay?” Your hands gripped your skirt as you looked down at your feet, toeing at the leg of your desk. “I mean, I don’t want to be too intrusive or anything, but I just wanted to let you know that if- if you need anything…” You trailed off, looking back up at him. 

His smile faltered and his eyes slid away from yours. He brought a hand up to run through his hair. “Ahh yeah, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m just a little tired.” He then stood up and grabbed his bag, backing away from your desk. “Anyway I should probably study for that quiz, I’ll see you around, y/n.” You blinked and Shinsou was already out of the room. 

You stood there for a second, feeling lost at his sudden rush to leave. I know that I was hoping to make a quick escape before too, but I don’t understand? Why did he just leave? 

You were shaken out of your stupor when a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your arm and started to tug you towards the door. 

“Hellooo?? Earth to y/n? Anyone there?” Mina called as she led you out of the classroom, waving a hand in front of your face. “Or are you too busy thinking about a certain purple haired boy named Sh-” 

“Mina!!” You hiss, cutting your friend off as she cackled to herself. “I will literally destroy you if you try to finish that sentence,” you say, shooting her your best pouty glare. She withdrew her hands from your arm, holding them up in front of her in surrender. 

“Okay, okay! Will not mention mister hot-and-broody outside of our rooms, got it,” Mina said, giving you a mock salute. You playfully slap your hands at her as she easily dances out of your reach, laughing gleefully at your feeble attempts. “Come on though, y/n/n, what was up with you today? You must have been really zoned out for Aizawa to have called you out like that during class.” The two of you passed through the doorway to outside, heading towards the dorms. 

You huff out a sigh, clasping your hands together. “I know that I probably watch him a lot more than you do, but haven’t you noticed that Shinsou has been kinda out of it this week? Like he was super into class and hung out with everyone, but now he just looks, I dunno know, exhausted? Eternally tired? I’m worried about him,” You confessed.

Mina hummed in thought, staring down the path that led towards your building. “Did you try just asking him if he was alright?”

“Yeah, I did today. He said he was fine but he was definitely lying,” you say, frustrated. “His eyes were one hundred percent more dead than they usually are. And I don’t want to seem insensitive or force it out of him, I just wish he would let me help with whatever the hell is bugging him, cause I care about him, you know?” 

You look over at Mina with big, sad puppy dog eyes. “Oh y/n/n,” she coos, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and smooshing you into her as tightly as possible. “I know you’ll find a way to help him. You’re the purest, most kind soul in our entire class. Plus your looove for Mr. Purple is stronger than any- EEEEK!” Mina shrieked as you tickled her sides.

“I WARNED YOU!! ” You shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you sprinted into your class’s dorm building, Mina yelling and giving chase just a few steps behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rolled over in bed, huffing out a sigh as you looked at the clock. 

2:38A.M.

“Uhhhhggg,” you groan out. You’d been trying to fall asleep since eleven, but apparently your mind was set against resting. You slapped your hand over to your bedside table, grabbing your water cup, trying to take a sip but getting nothing.

“Empty? You gotta be fucking kidding me right now,” you mutter out loud to yourself. With an annoyed sigh, you roll out of bed and make your way down to the kitchen.

You step out into the common room and stop short of the kitchen, hearing a faint sound from the living room. Did someone leave the T.V. on? Tip-toeing, you head towards the living room to turn off the television, but freeze behind the couch when you notice that it’s occupied with a lump of a person under a blanket. Who the hell is asleep on the couch?? 

And then the lump moved. 

Okay not asleep. Oh god what if they think I’m being creepy and watching them?? Gotta go gotta go gotta-

“Hey who’s there?” The muffled voice makes you stop in your tracks, and you watch the mystery person sit up and turn around.

You blink. “Shinsou. What are you doing down here still?” You ask, his face bathed in shadows from being backlit by the T.V.

“Oh, y/n/n it’s you,” he says, flopping backwards onto the couch. You make your way around the side, setting your water cup on the coffee table before collapsing down next to him. You run your gaze over his face, taking in the heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes, his messy unkempt hair. 

“Have you slept at all tonight?” You ask, trying to casually probe to see how he’s doing. “Or is it a binge-shows-until-the-sun-rises kind of night?”

He huffs an amused sigh, fixing his eyes on you from his corner of the couch. “Well I didn’t really mean to be awake still, but here I am.” You flash him a sympathetic smile. “Hey, listen,” he says, becoming a little more serious. “I know that you were worried about me in class today, and it really isn’t a big deal, but the truth is, I just sort of have a tough time getting comfortable in new places.”

“Oh,” you say quietly, putting the pieces together. “So you probably haven’t been sleeping well lately since you moved into our building.”

“Yeah not really,” he admits. “And there’s something else- but it’s stupid, really.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you assure him, scooching closer.

“No, no it is, I shouldn’t have even brought it up,” he says, shaking his head. You do a big scooch along the couch, getting even closer and start to poke him all along his side. His mouth splits into a toothy grin as he starts to try and shove your hands away.

“Shinsoouuu,” You coo, your pokes becoming incessant as he laughs and grabs for your hands to stop you. His hands find your wrists, flipping you over and pinning you on your back. You freeze, blushing furiously and blinking up at him in surprise. You become hyper aware of the way he was straddling your body, his knees on either side of your hips. His hands held down your wrists as he leaned over you, some of his hair hanging down to tickle your face, his nose a few inches away from yours. “Well that was uh, kinda fun,” you breathe.  

He was completely still for a moment, seeming as surprised as you were. Then he was releasing your wrists, moving back off of you and onto the couch. “Sorry, I got caught up in the moment,” he says, running his hand through his hair and averting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Is… is he blushing?? 

“It’s okay, you really don’t need to apologize,” you say, giving him a shy smile. “I didn’t mind at all.”

Shinsou looks up at that, and seems to come to a decision. “So, the stupid thing that I mentioned? I had to leave my cat at home when I first moved into the dorms, and I sleep worse without having her to cuddle every night,” he says. “I even got this like, weighted blanket thinking that it’d help? And it kind of does but not always. It doesn’t have the same feeling, you know?”

Your heart went out to him in sympathy, understanding. It must be hard having to say goodbye to his cat. “Shinsou I-”

“And I’m sort of a night owl anyways, but without Muffin I just can’t seem to sleep well.” He concludes. “So yeah, that’s it. Silly, right?” 

You reach out and firmly take his hands in your own. “No, it’s not silly. It’s normal to feel sad having to leave your pet, I’m sure you really love Muffin” you say, looking down at your joined hands. “Sometimes it can take awhile to adjust. I know I was anxious during the first few weeks moving on campus, and it’s probably extra hard having to move again.” You look back up at him. “I just wish there was some way I could help.”

You start to pull away, but his grip on your hands tightens. “Maybe there is a way? For you to help?” he says hesitantly. Shinsou looks up at you through his lashes, eyes lidded, hair messy, cheeks flushed- and whatever it is he was about to ask you to do, you were already sold. If he keeps looking at me like that I might stop breathing.

“You could stay down here with me so I can fall asleep, just for tonight?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Of course I will.”

Shinsou worked his way back to where he’d laid his pillow on the couch, scooping his blanket up from the floor. He fluffed the pillow and moved to the inside of the couch, against the back cushions.

He looked back at you with a tired smile, and patted the space beside him. “Ready to sleep, kitten?” 

You inhaled sharply and your heart skipped a beat, every part of your body melting at the nickname. You crawled across the cushions, settling on your side facing Shinsou. He sprawled out beside you, pulling the blanket up over your bodies. He turned onto his side, his eyes meeting yours.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover,” he whispered, making you smile. He shifted a little bit, and asked, “Hey y/n, can- can I hold you?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you whisper back, face warming. He moves closer, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You take a deep breath and close your eyes in bliss, enjoying the feeling of being held close by Shinsou. “You know,” you murmur to him. “I think I almost passed out at the new nickname.”

You feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest. “Are you saying I should call you that from now on, kitten?” You feel a big grin spread onto your face as you let the nickname sink into you.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to function right if you call me that all the time,” you mumble, nuzzling into his chest. Shinsou reaches up and runs a hand through your hair.

“Special occasions only, then,” he whispers, letting his hand fall down to your waist again and fully settling in. You feel Shinsou’s breathing evening out, the tension in his body leaving as the both of you edge towards sleep. Before drifting off, you hear Shinsou murmur, “Thank you, y/n. I’m glad I have you.”

“Always, Shinsou.”