#sorry it took a bit for me to reply this btw 😭 i had a busy few days but trust that i was thinking about it all the time in between tasks

[nicka-nell]

omg ur taking requests!

can you do some angst to fluff with Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Ushijima, and Sakusa (I’m sorry if they’re too many you can choose whoever you want to write about from these characters, I luv all of them soooo much)

Can you make it like really really Angsty in the start. Like the characters doing something they’ll regret a lot and then they spend a lot of efforts making up for it? Please make it fluffy in the end, I can’t handle sad endings 😭

Also please don’t include anything with infidelity or mentions of it. My boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me last month and I’m having such a hard time.

Thank you for considering my request. And there’s no pressure to accept, I don’t mind at all.

Hi! yes I am taking requests right now. 😇 First of all, I'm so sorry that you had such a negative experience. But tbh, you're better off this way. Nobody needs such an ass cheating on them! 😔😤 My ex did that too, with my ex-best friend btw. I also had a hard time but quickly felt better because I realised that it's a waste of time to cry over such a dick. I hope you don't lose hope in a healthy relationship based on trust. There really are good people out there and I hope you find someone who can appreciate you. Sending you a lot of hugs and kisses. 🤗💚❤️‍🩹

And for your request. I've written three stories for Tsumu, Iwa and Suna. Unfortunately they got a bit tooo long for my taste, so I only made these 3. I hope that's okay. I really had problems making it super angsty (urg, I need more practice for angsty stuff 😵‍💫). As you wished, I didn't include anything with cheating (even though I had a few ideas haha.) and I also added a trigger warning before each story. I think Iwa's and Suna's in particular might be a bit darker... so you can decide on your own if you want to continue reading it or not. Anyway, I hope you still like it, and thanks for your request. Stay healthy! 🥰💚

Regretting their actions

Pairing: Atsumu x, Iwaizumi x, Suna x reader

Warning: angst to fluff, break-up (Atsumu, Suna), mention of abuse/anger issues, mention of blood (Iwaizumi), mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (Suna)

Part 1 | Part 2 (End)

tw: mention of break-up

You met Atsumu when he came to his brother’s onigiri store for the housewarming.

The two of you got along well quickly. And it wasn’t long before he kissed you at a party, looked at you with his cheeky grin and said, “Tastes better than a victory.”

More things happened that night. Not just simple kisses and when you woke up next to him in bed, he asked you, still sleepy: “You’re my girlfriend now, aren’t you?”

You’ve been together for several years now and were thinking about moving in together soon when Atsumu’s career suddenly took off. He was traveling abroad more often and had less time for you or looking for an apartment.

And then it happened…

You scroll through the apartment search app for something suitable for the two of you, lying on the bed while missing him terribly. You close the app to go to your messenger, only to realize that you were the one who last texted Atsumu... two days ago… Two blue check marks indicate that he has read your messages but has not replied. Your fingers hover over the keypad of your phone and you think about writing to him. Maybe he read your message during training and didn’t have time to reply. Maybe he just forgot about it afterwards... maybe...

“Hey Tsumu... I know you’re busy but, I hope you’re doing well. Love you.” you type into your phone and send the message with a strange feeling in your stomach. It doesn’t take long before you see under his name that he is online. The gray check marks next to your message turn blue, but instead of replying, you see that he went offline again. You swallow a big lump down your throat, your heart feels heavy. Maybe he can’t answer you right now... you try to convince yourself again.

Several hours pass as you sink your head into your pillow and try to stifle your tears. Atsumu’s sports t-shirt is in your arms, which he had given you before his trip abroad. Time passes and suddenly you hear the ringtone of your phone as a message arrives. Your heart hits loud against your chest as you reach for your phone and see your boyfriend’s name. But your joy quickly disappears, the lump in your throat gets bigger and you can’t breathe. 

>> Hey... listen, I think it’s better if we end the relationship… break up. I don’t know, but I just don’t have time for it. I’ll see you around. <<

It feels like a slap in the face. As if this is a poor joke. You want to write to him, ask him what this is all about, but your tears blur your vision. The only thing you send is a “really?” but the message is no longer read. It remains on one gray check mark.

Two days go by and you still think it was all a bad joke, but every time you read his message, you feel like throwing up. Has he really dumped the whole relationship? By a shitty text message? You open your Instagram account and enter his name almost as if on autopilot.

Another slap in the face as your tears run down your cheeks again. His bio no longer says “Best setter and proud boyfriend” but simply “Setter MSBY Black Jackal”. All the pictures he had with you on his account have been deleted. Instead, you can only see advertising photos or private photos of him. The last eight pictures are of him, Hinata and Bokuto dancing and having fun with fans in different bars. Atsumu grins at the camera as if he doesn’t care about you at all. As if your relationship meant nothing to him.

You text him some more times, leave him voicemails because he never answers your calls. But after a few days, you let it go. It only frustrates you even more to see how little this relationship actually meant to him. For days, you cry yourself to sleep, what doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu. After all, he sees you three times a week when you help him out in his store. When you tell him what has happened, he is also speechless, because Atsumu has really pissed him off with all his raving about you. So why would he break-up with you out of the blue? Osamu can’t see you as devastated as a heap of misery. So he also tries to find out the reason for the break-up between you and his silly brother. But when he calls him, Atsumu only faces him coldly on the phone. “Did she tell you to ask me? Leave it okay? I think I just realized that I don’t want a relationship.”

Two months go by and somehow you still can’t believe that your relationship just fell apart. Osamu tries to distract you somehow, but it doesn’t help because he reminds you too much of your idiot ex-boyfriend.

Nevertheless, you are grateful to Osamu for swapping your shift with his coworker’s shift so that you can open the store with him in the morning. That way, you avoid running into Atsumu, who is more likely to be in the restaurant in the evening as soon as he returns from his stay abroad. You’re not ready to face him at the moment.

Just as you’re about to finish work, you remember that you wanted to show Osamu a video on your phone. “Look, the new trailer for the second season of this soccer series is out. Shall we watch the first episode together on Saturday after work?” you ask Osamu as he approaches you and looks over your shoulder. He rests his hand on the counter next to you, his chest almost touching your back, but he keeps his distance from you respectfully. You are both focused on the trailer, not hearing the doorbell from the store.

Atsumu is tired. The flight was delayed, and he hasn’t been able to sleep properly for weeks. How could he sleep well with all the partying and Hinata as his roommate, who spent the night in the hotel calling his friends from Karasuno. At least that’s what he tells himself… that this is the reason for his sleepless nights. But this thought vanishes when he steps into his brother’s store hungry, actually only wanting to eat a few onigiris and then go home. Into his apartment. His empty, dreary apartment. But as he walks through the door of the store, it feels as if someone has hit his chest with full force, knocking the air out of him.

He sees Osamu leaning towards you with a sense of familiarity. What’s going on there? And why does it bother him so much that you giggle and look at Osamu, who returns your gaze with a nod and a smile before turning to the door? His brother winces when he sees Atsumu. As you turn around as well, your smile disappears.

You look at Atsumu as if you’ve just seen a corpse, before packing your bag and saying goodbye to Osamu with a “See you tomorrow.”, only to walk past Atsumu with quick steps. You don’t even give him a glance, knowing that if you locked eyes with him, your tears would run. You would want to ask him questions upon questions. Why did you break up with me? Why am I not enough for you? Why did you lie to me for so long? Why...

As you walk through the door, you accidentally bump into him. This nudge, which was actually rather gentle, felt so painful. Why does it bother Atsumu to see you standing so close to his brother? Why does it hurt him that you stared at him with those empty eyes, as if he were a stranger? No. Worse, as if he were someone who had hurt you. Why does he have the feeling that he couldn’t make a sound if he opened his mouth now? The answer is simple, and even Atsumu seems to understand it by now as he looks from the now closed door over to Osamu, who stares at him with an indifferent expression crossing his arms in front of his chest. “So this is what someone who has realized that he doesn’t want a relationship looks like? Ya look like shit.”

Oh, how Atsumu would love to punch Osamu in the face. “Why are ya touchin’ my girl?” is bitter on his tongue, but he has no right to say it out loud. After all, he was the one who turned you down. The blonde Miya suddenly realizes how incredibly stupid his action was.

Back then, Atsumu had not expected to be traveling abroad so often. At first, it was only temporary stays. Nothing that would damage a relationship.

But the last few times in particular, he was sometimes away for several months. You kept telling him on the phone that everything was okay, but every time he called Osamu, he said that your eyes were sometimes red when you came to work and that you looked tired and sad.

Atsumu knew he was the reason. That you’d probably be better off without him. After all, you’re a great woman, someone who would find a new partner quickly.

You didn’t deserve to be sad all the time when he was gone. You should be happy. After all, a smile suits you so much better than a sad expression.

Atsumu would concentrate on his career. It would be difficult for him at first, but he would manage without you. He had to… for your sake.

So his mind was made up when he read your unanswered, concerned messages. If he texts you now to say that it’s over, being an ass to you, you’ll be able to forget him quickly… That was what he thought. 

But it wasn’t that easy. Your puzzled messages, your crying voice on his voicemail, broke his heart. Yet he tried to cover it all up with parties and his dear fans. He convinced himself that he was fine. Only to arrive home, see you and realize what an idiot he was, how much he missed you.

And now it’s Atsumu who reaches for his phone and texts you message after message.

Atsumu 8:02 PM: Hey babe, no.. hey Y/n. I know I have no right to text you. But please… let’s talk. I fucked up. Damn, I fucked up so hard that I don’t even know how to start… shit…

Atsumu 8:12 PM: Please… please answer your phone, babe…

Atsumu 8:44 PM: I know I’ve fucked up. I know I hurt and disappointed you. Fuck, I know I was an ass. Yk, I thought I was doing the right thing. 

Atsumu 9:34 PM: Fuck… please answer me… I still… damnit. 

That was the last message you received from Atsumu before you put your phone away and tried to forget him. Why is he doing this to you? Why is he stirring up your feelings again?

But Atsumu doesn’t think about stopping now. He runs to your house, to the apartment building and rings your doorbell. Once, twice, he rings so often that you can’t ignore it. You are about to tell him to leave through the loudspeaker system, but he interrupts you.

“Fuck baby, please open the door. I’m… I still love ya, okay? I always loved ya. I - shit, can ya even hear me? Fuck…” he curses agitatedly and presses the bell next to your nameplate again several times.

But instead of letting him in, you go down to the entrance of the apartment building and open the door with an expression on your face that Atsumu has never seen before. What is it? Anger, sadness, despair? Everything somehow.

“Say... are you kidding me? Do you think that’s funny?” you ask him, bewildered, still standing in the open doorway. Of course, you wouldn’t just believe him. Atsumu could have guessed. Your reaction was completely understandable. But he has to do something to show you that he’s serious.

“No, no, I don’t. I’m dead serious. Please let me explain,” he says, and starts to tell you that he thought a break-up would be best for you because he’s not good enough for you. Since you were obviously so sad about him leaving so often and he didn’t want to be the reason. He tells you that he thought he could get over you, but that he had to realize that you are the most important thing to him. Something… someone he doesn’t want to lose. With shaky hands and a still agitated voice, Atsumu takes out his phone.

“I wanted ya to hate me so that it would be easier for ya. But believe me, I... I couldn’t forget ya. Look, you’re still my wallpaper. All the photos of the two of us are still on my phone, all the memories-“ he is about to unlock his screen when his phone falls out of his hand and drops to the floor. Atsumu seems to be completely overwhelmed right now, as if he doesn’t know what to do. Should he bend down, pick up the phone, should he keep talking to you or hug you? He doesn’t know.

”Baby, please, please, I’ll do anything. Please gimme a chance. I’ll talk to my agent about not takin’ so many jobs abroad. I will be with ya more often. Always write to ya and call ya in the evening when I’m not at home. Let’s look for an apartment so we can move in together. Please, please, I would do anything. Please believe me that I love ya. Please..." he begs in a voice that becomes more and more brittle with every word. His eyes are full of emotion and his hands, which have unconsciously reached for yours, are trembling terribly.

“Two months... two months you ignored me, treated me like a piece of trash.” You say in a low voice as you search for eye contact. Atsumu has never felt so scared. Only now does he realize that the love of his life is standing in front of him, and that this might be the last time he’ll see her again, the last time he’ll touch her skin. But then again… Atsumu was an ass, so why should you forgive him? No, he can’t think like that. After all, you loved him. And if you love him as much as he loves you, then maybe there’s still hope.

“I know, and I know I can never make it up to ya. I know it’s not done with an ‘I’m sorry’. I’m the dumbest, most idiotic ex-boyfriend you’ve ever had. But... I’m stubborn too. And if that means chasin’ after ya for 10 years, drivin’ to yer apartment every day to ring the doorbell and tell ya I still love ya, wishin’ ya a good night every day, nice dreams and telling ya how important you are to me... I’ll do it. Every damn day, if it means there’s still a little hope for us.” He answers you hoarsely, keeping eye contact, hoping that you see how honest his words are.

You sigh, bend down, and pick up his phone before handing it to him. Atsumu doesn’t know what to do with all this. His face grimaces as if he’s expecting the worst. “Then... you shouldn’t lose your phone... if you want to write to me every day,” you answer him, a weak smile on your lips. Atsumu’s sorrowful expression suddenly changes and you see him looking at you with hope.

“Does that mean ya...” the blonde Miya can no longer contain his emotions as he leaps forward and pulls you into his arms. His embrace is so tight that you can barely breathe, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip out of his hands. Firm, but quivering. His whole body is shaking and you’re sure you’ve just felt something wet on your skin. Tears? Is Atsumu crying? “I promise to be a pain in yer ass every day. To text ya, to call ya, to be there for ya. Even in yer sleep. Okay? I love ya... I love ya so much...”

tw: abuse, anger issues, mention of blood

You’ve been with Iwaizumi since your school days. Back then, as a little flirt at school, Oikawa and Matsukawa mainly teased Iwaizumi for having a crush on you.

But in the end, many were jealous of the perfect couple who waltzed together on the dance floor at the prom with loving looks on their faces.

You were inseparable. Even Iwaizumi’s stay in America for his university didn’t affect your relationship. So it was no wonder that you got married after his return and were the perfect happy couple.

At least for the first few years.

The stress of being a coach for the Japanese national team is weighing on Iwaizumi’s mind. He normally handles stressful situations well, but he is under pressure.

If the team fails to perform in the next few games, he will lose many sponsors and possibly even his job.

Iwaizumi is constantly on edge and you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him so you don’t provoke him.

More often, he has sudden temper tantrums, shouting at you about things that aren’t worth mentioning. “Damn it, I told you I need this one shirt for today. Why isn’t it clean?”

And once, when you stumbled with your words and asked him whether it might not be better to take a break as a coach, he was so angry that he almost hit you. But he managed to hold back and just sighed before going out for a beer in a nearby bar.

You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but right now, you’re really scared of your own husband.

Today was another training match between the Japanese national team and the Indonesian team. The team’s performance was better, but nowhere near good enough to shine. You watched the game on TV and run through your imaginary list in your head already, of potential trigger points for Iwaizumi. You don’t want him to get upset. The laundry is done; the house is clean; the food is also ready and in the fridge. Did you take out the trash? You chew nervously on your lower lip as you walk to the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. That’s done too.

You are just closing the lid of the garbage can when you hear the key in the lock of your front door and Iwaizumi comes home with a surprisingly normal, “I’m home, my love, smells good in here”. Your shoulders relax immediately, a smile is back on your lips as you walk cheerfully into the hallway to greet Iwaizumi.

“Hello darling! How was your day?” Iwaizumi hugs you and leans down so you can kiss his cheek. “Let me eat something first. My day has been really exhausting,” he sighs, watching you nod and turn around to warm up the food for him. Your husband hangs up his jacket, puts down his bag and is about to turn around to follow you when he stumbles against a nearby vase that you had placed as a decoration for the fall changeover. The vase swings, loses its balance and falls to the floor in pieces.

“Shit!” You hear Iwaizumi curse and immediately run to him, anxiously hoping that nothing has happened to him. But luckily, he is unharmed. “Wait, I’ll clean up the broken pieces, you eat-“ you’re about to say, but Iwaizumi interrupts you loudly. “Always this stupid bullshit you put up. Shit, I could have hurt myself. If I miss now, that’s it for my career!” he shouts and stomps past you. You turn around hastily and apologize. “That wasn’t my intention, really,” you say, before realizing that it was a mistake to talk back. Iwaizumi turns around, his eyes ferocious and angry like a wild animal as he takes a step towards you. Your heart is beating restlessly and you are suddenly afraid.

“Not your intention? Admit it, you’d be happy if I got rid of the job!” he shouts, noticing how you start to tremble and shake your head. But Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to be in his right mind as he takes another step towards you. “Go clean up the mess! Make yourself useful!” he says through gritted teeth as he looks at your anxious and puzzled face. You know you should move, but your body doesn’t seem to listen, too scared to move a finger. And then it happens.

Iwaizumi grabs you by the hair and pulls you towards him. You cry out, weeping bitterly as you hear his voice again. “Are you deaf?! Get going!” he shouts, before pushing you away with more force than necessary. You lose your balance, stumble over your own feet as you fall and hit your head on the edge of the stairs in the hallway next to the broken vase. Your head hurts terribly, something warm flows down your face, sticking to your hair and making your vision suddenly completely different. It gets smaller and smaller before everything goes black in front of your eyes and the sounds around you stop completely.

Iwaizumi is abruptly perfectly sober and only now understands what has just happened. What he has just done to you, the woman he loves more than anything.

His eyes are big as he stares at his hands, which start to tremble in front of him.

Panic spreads through him as he looks at you. At your motionless body, at all the blood under your head.

He doesn’t know how he did it. His memories are hazy, but he can still remember trying to wake you up, in vain.

He had taken off his shirt, pressed it on your head injury to stop the bleeding and somehow managed to call an ambulance. Iwaizumi can’t remember anything else, just the one question from the paramedic who put you on the ambulance stretcher and took you to the hospital. Since Iwaizumi was your husband, he was allowed to drive with you.

“How did this happen?” the paramedic asked, as Iwaizumi answered quietly, “I don’t know... I really don’t know.”

It’s now been some hours after the accident and your head had been stitched up. Thank God it wasn’t as bad as it looked at first.

You’re still in the recovery room, Iwaizumi next to your bed on a chair, his hands folded in his lap as he hangs his head in bewilderment, looking at his wedding ring shining on his ring finger.

What happened? What has become of him? He still can’t believe what he has done.

He looks at his hands again, opens them, starts to tremble, clenches them into fists and realises how he lets out a frustrated sigh, which he had been holding back, as warm tears roll down his cheeks, soaking the fabric of his trousers.

In his mind, there’s only your shaking body, that frightened look, your screaming, and then this unbearable silence.

When you open your eyes, your head throbs a little and you have to squint through the bright, clinical light. “Where... where am I?” you say quietly, looking around the room and noticing that you’re lying in a hospital room. Next to your bed is none other than Iwaizumi. But he looks different. Broken… He shrinks at your words and looks up at you. You see his red eyes and how he hesitates whether it’s okay to take your hand in his. Iwaizumi gets up from his chair, wants to close the distance to your bed but his legs collapse and he falls to his knees when he suddenly starts to... cry? 

“Haji- me...” you say, still feeling exhausted. “I’m... god I...” Iwaizumi doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to look you in the eye. He takes a deep breath, regains his courage before peering at you. Carefully, he grasps your hand, checking if you are afraid, but you don’t seem to pull it away. Maybe because you’re still too tired. Awkwardly, he strokes the back of your hand before resting his forehead on it and closing his eyes briefly.

“I’m a terrible husband. I’ve done everything I shouldn’t have done. Instead of carrying you on my hands, bringing a smile to your face and protecting you from everything that would harm you, I’ve done the exact opposite. Instead of being happy to see me, you’re just scared of me, aren’t you?” he says in a shaky voice and looks up at you again. You are calm. Just stare at him with a hurt look.

“I.... I can understand if you want a divorce. If you don’t want to be with a monster like me anymore. I really can’t even blame you. But... please let me tell you one thing. When I saw you lying on the floor like that, the world collapsed inside me. I was afraid of losing the most important thing in my life. And the most important thing is not my job, no, it’s you. And I’m ashamed that I’ve forgotten that. I am disgusted with myself and I know that is no excuse. What I have done is unforgivable. But please... if there is still a bit of hope, then I will try to do everything I can to be the man you fell in love with again. I want to be your Haji-bear again. Your place of peace, and your favorite person. I will go to anger issues therapy, behavioral therapy. If it’s better for our relationship, I’ll step down as a coach and see if I can find a job as a volleyball coach at a school. No matter what, I would do anything.” Your hand becomes wet as his tears land on it. His words move something inside you. You want to believe him, you don’t want the relationship to end either, but everything that has happened so far will not pass by without damage.

“I need time, Hajime... If you really mean it, please grant me the time...” you answer him and notice how your words seem to tear him apart. But at the same time he seems to want to make the best of the situation. He lets go of your hand and stands up just to sit back down on the chair next to your bed, looking at you determinedly, his eyes still red and swollen. “As much time as you need. If it means we still have a chance...”

A few months pass. Iwaizumi has passed on the house to you and moved into his parents’ house to give you the space you need. He goes to therapy three times a week and tells you about his progress. He is still coaching the national team, but his assistant coach is taking a lot of the work off his hands and the volleyball team seems to be playing better again.

Just like when you were at school, you’ll find a letter in your letterbox once a week. Back then, Iwaizumi always told you a bit about his week and wrote it down because, funnily enough, he was too shy to talk to you in person. Only that in his current letters he writes that he misses you, but hopes that you are doing well at the moment.

He meets you in public places, goes out with you, so that you gradually feel more comfortable with him again, that you can see his progress in therapy and don’t just think it’s empty words.

Six months have passed since the incident. You are standing in the bedroom, changing the sheets, when Iwaizumi comes through the front door of the house. “My love, I’m home,” you hear Iwaizumi’s calm voice. Coming home from his therapy session, he hangs up his jacket in the hallway as your voice lets him know where you are. 

Iwaizumi puts the flowers he bought for you on the kitchen table before he sneaks into the bedroom and sees you trying to unfold the sheets to put them on the blankets. With silent steps, he reaches around your waist to throw you onto the bed with him, wrapped in the covers that were in your hands earlier. Screaming, you laugh in unison with his chuckle as you look into each other’s eyes. “Hajime! Don’t scare me like that.” you laugh softly, while his hand gently tucks your hair behind your ear. Iwaizumi looks at your forehead, at the small scar that is left from your injury, before leaning forward and giving you a kiss on that spot.

“I’m sorry, but that was just so tempting,” he says, closing his eyes as he pulls you closer and just relaxes in bed with you. He strokes your back and kisses your forehead once more. “Hajime... what’s going on? Why are you so clingy suddenly?” you laugh, but Iwaizumi doesn’t join in the laughter, instead answering you seriously.

“Today, six months ago, I almost lost you. I’m just grateful that nothing happened to you. Thankful that you gave me another chance, even though I showed my worst side.” You can’t think of the right words to answer him, so you just smile, snuggle closer to him, and close your eyes. Safe in his arms, with his pulsating heart at your ear, you fall asleep.

tw: mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (without consent) 

Suna and you were just friends for a long time. Even if the others saw you more like a couple.

You were the only one Suna didn’t mind when you sat next to him and pulled out one of his earphones to listen to music with him.

You always had the same route to school and if one of you came to school alone, you knew immediately that the other one must be sick. 

With graduation, you mentioned that you might want to study abroad. That time, Suna had a weird feeling in his stomach for the first time. As if he was afraid of losing you.

That was the day he realised that he felt more for you than just friendship.

The same evening, he asked you to come over and watch a movie when he yawned in a very clichéd way to put his arm over your shoulder and pull you closer to him. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, but he just was.

A number of things went through his mind. What if you don’t feel the same way about him as he does about you? Will you still want to study abroad? Would you end your friendship with him if you didn’t feel the same way?

He tried to block out the questions and then, with his usual calmness, asked you if you could imagine anything more than a friendship. Luckily for him, you said yes.

From that moment on, everything was perfect. You had created your own little world over several years. You studied, and luckily not abroad. Suna was successful in volleyball, so you were both able to buy an apartment together quickly.

Just the two of you. Your friends were there from time to time, but in the evenings you were always alone at home, arm in arm, in the quiet flat without any noise or other people to disturb you.

Until one morning where you look at the little piece of plastic in the bathroom, stunned, when the two red stripes tell you that you are pregnant.

You hadn’t spoken to Suna about having children yet, but you’ve been together for so long now and everything is going well that you assume he would be just as happy as you are.

You thought…

When Suna comes home, you’ve already prepared a little surprise. There are a pair of baby shoes on the table in the living room, the pregnancy test in front of them and a little balloon with “Best Dad” written on it. You can’t help smiling as you see Suna walk into the room when you call out “surprise”, looking a little shy in his direction. But Suna’s reaction differed from what you expected.

Almost disgusted, he looks in your direction. “This better be one of those stupid TikTok pranks, right?” he says, and your smile disappears abruptly. Your stomach turns and you feel sick. And not because of the pregnancy. You stand there irritated, only able to utter a quiet “No... it’s not a joke”, confused by his negative reaction. “No? What week are you in? Tell me you can still have an abortion...” he says, annoyed, as he walks towards the table to see if there is any information about the week of pregnancy on the pregnancy test. 

“What?” you say in bewilderment, still looking at Suna, who throws the test on the table in frustration before starting to massage his temples. “We’ll go to the gynecologist tomorrow, okay? Get rid of it. A child means responsibility. You have to look after this thing all the time, you’re no longer flexible and it’s noisy too... I just don’t want that.” 

His words feel like a thousand stabs. Never have you seen Suna act like this before. You anticipated that he might be a bit taken by surprise and perhaps not be able to deal with the situation at first, but Suna seems to have a very clear opinion on the subject. He doesn’t even seem to be willing to talk. But abort a child? Let Suna’s and your baby die just like that? You can’t do that. You don’t want that. 

The two of argue. Suna’s look gets progressively angrier. Yours sadder until he decides to leave the house with a “Do what you want, maybe it’ll die anyway”. Now you’re home alone with his painful words. You stand rooted to the spot in the room for several more minutes until the strength in your legs finally gives way and you slump to the floor, crying bitterly. The night, you spend alone in your bed, without Suna. He doesn’t answer his phone and doesn’t reply to your messages. You don’t hear from him the next day either, and he hasn’t come home. Thank God you get a message from Osamu, who texts you that Suna is with him and that you have nothing to worry about. But how are you supposed to stay at home without worrying if your boyfriend doesn’t get in touch with you and you’ve been arguing for days? You are scared. Afraid for the baby, afraid for the relationship and everything you two have built up.

Another day passes. You lie in bed, tired and lacking in energy. Nevertheless, you pull yourself together and get up, go to the bathroom to get ready for the day and don’t notice when the front door opens and Suna walks in. “Baby doll, I’m at home... and... I’m sorry...” you hear Suna’s voice and walk out of the bathroom. Even though you had a fight, you are still happy to see the man you love so much again. With a somewhat sad smile, he stands there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he approaches you.

“I’m really sorry. I behaved like an ass. You took me by surprise with the news and somehow... I don’t know. What do you say you sit down now? I’ll make us a drink and we can talk about all this. About the baby, and what happens next?” You can hardly believe his words. What has Osamu done in the last few days to make Suna suddenly do a full turnaround and be willing to talk to you openly, without shouting about becoming a parent? You make a mental note to thank Osamu later, before nodding with a smile and sitting down on the sofa in the living room.

But what you don’t know is that Suna went to a friend, a doctor, who gave him two pills before he came home. Pills for an induction of abortion. You have to take one now and the other two to three days later.

Suna knows that you wouldn’t take these pills voluntarily.

So he makes sure that you are indeed sitting in the living room before he takes out a small bag containing a pill, puts it in the grinder and turns it into a fine powder before mixing it into your iced tea.

He takes a deep breath, putting his smile back on as he walks towards you in the living room, where you are already waiting for him with happy eyes.

Without saying much, he hands you the glass, sits down next to you and watches you.

“I know it’s all so sudden and I could have said it differently. I really took you completely by surprise with the news,” you say quietly, looking at the iced tea in your hand, unaware that an abortion pill is floating there.

Suna listens attentively as you talk about how you first had to understand what a pregnancy means, but that your overwhelm quickly turned into joy because you are looking forward to holding a mini version of the two of you in your arms in less than 9 months. You talk about all the beautiful things that are going through your head, while Suna continues to listen to you, his eyes constantly focus on the tea in your hands and you.

He keeps looking at you as you raise the glass and press it to your lips, ready to drink the poison cocktail, when he realizes what he was doing. What he’s trying to do here.

Panic strikes him. His green eyes widen as he literally knocks the cup out of your hand. It falls to the floor with a loud thud. “Don’t drink that!” he says in an unsteady voice and looks at you in horror.

But you don’t understand anything, only shake your head.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I... I think I just made the worst mistake of my life,” Suna says, looking back from you to the broken cup. You don’t understand what’s going on and tilt your head, asking him if everything is all right. But when Suna continues talking and tells you what was in your tea, your world collapses. You are shocked that your own boyfriend wanted to do this to you. “I was overwhelmed. I... I know that’s no excuse. But when I heard you talking, I realized that -“ Suna wanted to continue, but your voice cut him off, your words silenced him.

“Let’s break up,” you say, and unlike before, unlike when you argued a week ago, your voice is determined now, your eyes full of pain and betrayal. Those green eyes that used to mesmerize you are now looking at you desperately. “What?” Suna whispers softly, followed by a “No, wait”. But you interrupt him again.

“You just wanted to give me some drugs without my consent so I’d lose the baby?! No, Rintarou… I’m breaking up with you. That... no, I can’t do that.” Abruptly, you get up from the sofa, ignoring the hand that tries to grab you before quickly slipping into a jacket and a pair of shoes just to leave the apartment. Suna wants to run after you, but his legs won’t move. His mind and heart are screaming to run after you, to stop you and tell you he’s sorry, but his body just won’t obey him. When he finally manages to get up, you’re already gone.

Still wearing his slippers and without putting on a jacket, he eventually runs out to check out all the places you love, all your friends, to see if he can find you somewhere. But no matter where he looks, he can’t find you. You don’t reply to messages or phone calls. The mechanical voice of your voice mail greets him directly. “Shit, shit, shit!” he yells as he stands in the park where you two had your first official date. The surrounding people look at him. Some with an irritated look, some as if they were pitying him.

Without really knowing where to go, your legs automatically led you to the bus that goes to Kita’s home.

Kita was one of your best friends back then. And you knew that if you went to Kita and told him not to tell Suna that you were there, he wouldn’t tell his friend either. And that’s exactly what Kita did.

You were in Kita’s guest room when you heard Suna’s voice in the hallway.

He sounded shattered, broken, as he begged Kita to tell him where you were.

This went on for several weeks, until one evening Suna rang the doorbell again, trying to talk to Kita in a voice you had never heard before.

His voice was so thin, so fragile, as if a heap of misery was speaking out of him.

Kita tells him once again that he doesn’t know where you are when you hesitantly open the door, thinking about going downstairs and listening to what Suna has to say. But for now, you just listen to the conversation.

“Please, Shinsuke, I know you know her location. Please, just give her this. Please...” Kita sighs, followed by a soft “ok...” before the front door closes. Your best friend’s footsteps creak beneath the floor as he walks up the stairs, looks at you a little twisted and hands you a large package.

You know that you demand a lot from Kita. It’s not easy for him to lie to his friend either. Eventually you have to talk to Suna.

Alone in your guest room, you spend almost half an hour looking at the unopened package at the other end of the bed until you finally decide to open it. When you see what’s inside, surprise catches you. Multiple emotions flow through your body without you even noticing how your eyes suddenly turn glassy. Small letters and several items are in the box. You take out the letter that is on top of all the other items.

“My love, I don’t even know where to start. I can’t apologize for what I did. Nevertheless, I want to tell you that I’m sorry. I was confused and scared. Our relationship has always been perfect so far and I thought it was great that it was just the two of us and that no one else disturbed our privacy. I was afraid that when we had a child, we would argue, have no more time for each other, and grow apart. I was selfish and didn’t think about how you would feel. I wasn’t thinking about our baby. The thought that we were both going to be parents hadn’t crossed my mind at all. But every time I walked past those little shoes you had placed in the living room, I couldn’t think of anything else but seeing our child standing in them. How it tries to move around in it, sometimes falls down because it loses its balance and seeks shelter with its beloved mom. I regret every second of what I’ve done, every word I’ve said. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, and yet I did it. I am sorry. I am so terribly sorry.

I did some research. Did you know that it is currently very difficult to find midwives? You should probably start looking very early on. My team colleague gave me the number of the midwife he and his wife had at the birth of their two children. I also have three other numbers. You might want to give them a call. There are also birth preparation classes in our town. I have also put a brochure in the package for you. You don’t necessarily have to go there with your partner. With me… So... if you want, you could also go there with Kita, even if I would be happy if we both did it together. But I can understand if you don’t want to.

Are you eating enough? You should pay particular attention to your diet during pregnancy. A lot of women suffer from a vitamin deficiency during pregnancy. But you have probably already discussed this with your gynecologist. Anyway, I’ve written down a few recipes for you that are rich in vitamins. I admit that Osamu helped me a little with this. Oh, and on the back are some things you shouldn’t eat during pregnancy. Raw eggs and products containing them such as ice cream, mayonnaise and so on... you should not eat them, because the risk of salmonella infection is high. Peanuts can contain aflatoxins, which can also harm the fetus... but as I said, I’ve put together a list for you. In case you didn’t already know all this already. There are a few other things in the box. Maybe you’d like to take a look.

I hope you are doing well. I hope the baby is doing well too. Have you thought of a name yet? Do you know whether it will be a boy or a girl? I’m sure there’s already a little bump on your belly. I... would really like to be with you right now. Would love to hold you in my arms and stroke your tummy. I know I made a mistake that can never be fixed. But if you’re willing, if that’s what you want, I’d really like to be by your side again. And if not as your boyfriend, then as the father of our baby. I would like to do couples’ therapy with you so that we can find our way back to each other… So that you can trust me again. Because in all of this, I was the problem and never you. But only if you want it too, of course. I know it may be hard to believe, but I love you. So much that a life without you scares me. I am sorry…”

You’re crying bitterly by now as your tears blur the ink on the letter before you put it aside and look in the box. Next to a small onesie for babies, there is a note with the telephone numbers of midwives, a small book with recipes, the brochure he had mentioned and another box containing photos and memories. Pictures that Suna had always secretly taken of you at times when he thought you looked extra pretty. You always found the photos embarrassing, but for him they were beautiful to look at. Because they were moments when you were just being you, not smiling for the camera or doing anything else to disguise yourself.

There was also a necklace with shells on it in the box. You made it for Suna when you were on vacation in Croatia. It turned out incredibly ugly, yet Suna wore it proudly during the whole vacation. You’re touched that he still has this ugly necklace. Little notes that you wrote to each other at school are also in there. So many more memories from the past. Where had Suna hidden this little box in your apartment so that you never noticed it?

You hastily get up, open the door and run down to the hallway as Kita comes out of the living room and looks at you questioningly. “Is everything all right? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asks concerned, but you just shake your head, wanting nothing more than to see Suna, talk to him again. He asks you if you are absolutely sure, but your determined nod is enough for an answer. So he grabs his jacket and car keys, driving you straight to your ex boyfriend, to your apartment. He doesn’t want you to take the bus in your current state.

Suna is sitting in the living room. In front of him on the coffee table are various reports on pregnancy, parenting and more. His head is leaning on his hands as he takes a deep breath. Have you opened his package yet? He wonders, unable to think clearly, when he hears the key in the door lock and runs into the hallway as if stung by a tarantula. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, standing rooted to the spot in the doorway, not knowing how to react.

“Shinsuke... Drove me here...” you say. “I opened your package.” You continue, watching Suna swallow hard, still not moving an inch from the doorframe. “How are you, the baby?” he asks quietly, almost absent-mindedly, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him. “Good... can... can we talk?” you ask and watch him nod, having trouble sorting out his feelings. You take a step towards him, clearly seeing the dark circles, the red eyes, the slightly thinner face, as if he has lost weight. And on closer look, you can see his whole body trembling.

“Is everything you wrote in your letter true?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible, even though you’re at your wits’ end. “Yes, yes all of it. I’m sorry for everything... I want nothing more than to see you happy. To see our baby happy. And if you want another partner by your side to be happy, if you don’t want me in your life, then I will accept that.” Suna whispers, knowing that if he were to speak even a little louder, his voice would fail and he would cry. You take another step towards him. “What if I want you? Want to give it another try?” You have barely spoken your sentence before you hear a bitter shuffle from Suna, which he seems to have been suppressing the whole time. His shaky hands carefully reach for your face before he presses his forehead against yours and says softly, “I would wish for nothing more than that.”

Although you hesitate for a second, you finally put your hands around his back and stand with him in the doorway for a while. Neither of you says a word. Both of you let your tears run until Suna releases you at some point and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “You shouldn’t stand for so long. You’d better get some rest,” he says in a somewhat steady voice before helping you out of your jacket and leading you into the bedroom, where he pushes the sheets aside so you can lie down. 

“Rin, but I’m not tired at all...” you say, even though you are exhausted, but Suna lies down right next to you, pulling you close while his free hand moves to your stomach. “I know... But... let’s just lie here like this for a moment, regain our strength before we talk... Talk about everything, our future, how I can make it up to you, our little baby… Agree, baby doll?” He whispers tiredly. Yet you also notice how all the crying is slowly making you a little tired. “Agree, Rin.” you smile weakly, snuggling closer to him as you both fall asleep arm in arm, his hand protectively on your baby bump, your hand on his.

[whalesforhands]

This is the same anon with the truth or dare idea and I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! Got me all giggling and kicking my feet (from the quick reply AND the fic hehe) wanna say rq that I love how wholesome and cute your fics are❤️😭😭 they're healing my soul from the manga

Anyways I was thinking of something similar but with 7 minutes in heaven😗

Imagine playing 7 minutes in heaven with the trio in the classroom after class (I doubt the closets in their dorm is big enough) and stsg are both picked to go into the supply closet first, leaving reader and shoko alone. While the duo are doing god knows what in that closet, reader and shoko are just casually flirting and the longer it went on the handsier (is that even a word) she got. She couldn't really help it with the way that stocking was hugging the fat of your thighs, you can't blame her for wanting to give it a good squeeze, to which she eventually did. Reader just let out a whine of shokos name and brushed it off, though it did fluster her a little with how bold shoko is.

After the 7 minutes, stsg came out with their hair and clothes a bit disheveled (nobody questions it). Though they both had this look, lowkey glaring at shoko for getting to spend alone time with you and even getting you to let out such a cute call of her name. Cue their usual banter with shoko fighting over who gets to spend time with you and eventually everyone does get back to the game, this time reader and suguru getting paired up.

If there was anyone you'd wanna be locked in a dark closet with, it's probably suguru. He's so nice and thoughtful, always making sure you're feeling comfortable and that you're not too tensed. Though with how small the closet it, the both of you are pressed up against each other. Now usually suguru is one to keep his composure, but it's just a tad bit hard to do so when he can feel your soft breathing, and your chest pressed against his. Whenever you squirmed, he'd tell you to stay still, but the more you tried not to do something the more you couldn't help but do it😭 so now we have a fustered suguru trying to keep his hands to himself and reader who's squirming around and apologizing profusely. Eventually tho, suguru hugs reader in place to stop the squirming, tho I think he underestimated your height a little, seeing as how his arms are wrapped around your ass and not your waist, with his hands resting at the back of your thighs, and a surprised reader lets out a loud cry, which surprised suguru as much as you, and the two outside of the closet, who opened the closet door immediately after only to be greeted with the sight of your compromising position. Needless to say it took both you and suguru a while to actually look each other in the eye afterwards.

This is kinda long sry😓

this ask brings me back to 2014 creepypasta boyfriend scenario core. but it’s totally something that stsg would pull though LMFAO. and sorry, i picked the closet. a whole spacious classroom vs a tiny, dark enclosed space, which would u pick? hehe

party games are my way into your heart ii (shoko x reader, geto x gojo, gojo x reader x geto)

warnings: gets kind of spicy, 17+, third year au, i got slightly carried away writing, i am definitely showing favouritism towards geto in recent fics, gojo stans time to step up that creativity of yours and not just in porn, reader is a loser virgin

‘Party @ MY room!!! tell shoko too!! btw if u both miss it i’m eating all the pudding in the fridge!!’ - The Great Gojo Satoru

Two options were given for you to circle.

Yes or YES

Satoru had surreptitiously handed the note to you.

By that, he rolled a ball of crushed up paper towards you via the ground, past Suguru’s legs and eventually hitting your shoe as you slightly jolted from the sudden distraction from your literature review of The Tale of Genji.

He had coughed, albeit a bit loudly into his hand when you ignored it, choosing to focus on your essay, until you heard him cough even louder.

“Gojo, are you experiencing a cold?” Yaga-sensei had asked, out of concern for his student as a teacher, and out of worried annoyance because it was Gojo.

“Ahhh~ Sensei, ahem! Just feeling under the weather today!” He had coughed out, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead for melodramatic effect, leaning back and slumping down in his seat.

“You seem perfectly fine if you’re playing up such theatrics. Focus on your work.”

“Yes sir!”

You saw Suguru roll his eyes as Shoko audibly snickers at the situation.

(You smile just a little at his silliness. Maybe you will pick up his note.)

You snatch up the paper, gently unfolding it as Shoko peeks at it from beside you.

She smirked, reading the note before mouthing something to you.

“See you there.”

(Anything for Shoko.)

——

“Ugh, of course I get you.”

“Pfft, you should be proud, darling!” Gojo leaned against a huffing Geto’s shoulder, snuggling his head against him.

“I’ll be sure to show you a good time, sweetie~!” Gojo had puckered his lips, aiming to land an obnoxiously wet kiss on Geto’s cheek before his forehead was held back by the said victim’s palm.

“Save it.” Suguru grimaced, getting up.

Wrapping his arm around Suguru’s waist, Satoru lead them both to the closet, sending a wink towards you and Shoko before he slid the closet door shut.

…

…

…

“Ahnnn! Suguru you’re such a naughty boy!”

“Good god- Shut the fuck up!”

“Ooh~, I like it when you’re so mean to m- Ack!”

You heard fumbling, cursing from Suguru when he whacked his arm against something, Satoru growing strangely quiet.

You turned to Shoko, cheeks burning and embarrassment written all over your face as you tried to ignore, tried to stop your mind from imagining what was happening in there.

“Is… Is this normal for people our age…?” Your hands were pressed bashfully to your face, your shame apparent as Shoko downed another sip from her glass.

(“It’s special grape juice, don’t worry.” She had smiled, “You can have a sip, though.”)

“Totally normal if you’re as ‘active’ as those two. Haven’t seen them go a day without touching each other.”

(“Is it… Really that good?” You watch her down it. It looked kind of sweet.)

“…”

“Aren’t you curious about what it would feel like?” She paused, a devious smirk overtaking her face. “With me, of course.”

(“Try it, babe.” She had pressed the rim of the glass against your lips gently, about a single sip left inside. “Maybe you’ll like it.”)

——

Perhaps that was how you ended up in this situation.

Sitting on the ground, your thighs parted just enough for Shoko to be inbetween them, her lips pressed against your neck, her hand on your thigh as you squirmed at the feeling of her sweet tongue on your bare skin.

It felt good.

“Shoko…” Your hand comes up to her shoulder, gripping and trying to pull her closer as you felt her knee inch closer to your core.

It made you feel so… Warm and fuzzy. You can’t tell if it was the sip of alcohol you had, or maybe it was Shoko herself.

“Ah, Shoko!” You felt her bite down as your voice came out unexpectedly loudly in the form of a moan.

The closet door slammed open.

A haphazardly dressed Satoru and Suguru stepping out, almost hurriedly, causing Shoko to smirk, slowly separating from you but not without ensuring that your unbuttoned dress shirt exposed the mark she had left on you.

Satoru’s smile was tight eyes flitting between your neck and your face behind his sunglasses as Suguru kept his usual serene expression, albeit it looked a little forced.

A little angry.

“Why don’t we have our beloved (name) go next?”

——

“Suguru? I-I’m sorry I got you… I-I know you prefer Satoru so-“

“No, no.” He sounded a bit panicked, his hands pressed against the wall to prevent any ‘accidents’.

“You’re… Wonderful. I’m actually quite glad I got you.”

You perked up, your heart jumping at his words.

“R…really?”

You hear him chuckle. “Really. I’m fine with just chatting with you for the next 7 minutes.”

You hope he couldn’t tell that you were blushing.

Pressing your head against his chest, you uttered your soft thanks, feeling his hand gently stroking your head.

Your hands blindly shifted around, trying to feel for something to hold on to so that you could give Suguru some space, so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable touching you.

“Ah, p-please don’t move around so much.”

“S-sorry-! I’m trying to- ah!” You fell forward, your chest pressing even closer to Suguru, your thigh brushing against a certain area that causes him to freeze up.

You continue to squirm as you try to regain your balance, unknowingly rubbing against a slowly hardening-

“I’m sorry-! I’m going to hold you, okay?” You hear his hands moving away from the wall, trying to politely find purchase on your body before-

“S-Suguru…! That’s- That’s…!” His hands had unfortunately settled themselves on the globes of your ass, almost as if he had forgotten the height difference between the both of you.

“I-I’m very sorry!” His hands aimed to move up to your waist, but with your squirming, his hands only slipped further down, brushing against the skin of your exposed inner thighs as you suddenly moaned at the euphoric sensation.

(Another embarrassing sound from you…! Are you trying to kill off your social life?!)

The door is suddenly jolted open, a pouty, flustered Satoru gulping as he took in the sight.

The hem of your skirt had caught onto one of the many hangers, leaving it slightly flipped up, giving Satoru an eyeful of your panties.

Suguru’s face was bright red, his hands still on the back of your upper thigh, his grip had tightened protectively on instinct when the door was slid open, as if trying to defend you.

(It didn’t work. If anything, it added more tension to the scene.)

You were doing no better, panting and slightly sweaty, your hair a mess as you leaned against Suguru’s chest, hands wrapped around his waist.

You looked euphoric. Your eyes unfocused, the embarrassment making you cling even more onto Suguru, hiding your face in his chest.

“Get out, Satoru!” You felt Suguru’s chest rumble with displeasure, your face burning bright.

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Notes:

You and Suguru found it hard to look at each other without blushing up a storm for 3 days straight.

Shoko couldn’t stop laughing with every awkward interaction she watched between you 2.

You accidentally fell on top of him during one of the 3 days. Suguru nearly passed out.

Satoru was extremely pouty. He begged for a final round after you and Suguru got out of the closet. Just before it could land on you, Yaga had burst in, asking what all the racket was. That was the end of the party.

Satoru was refusing to cuddle with Suguru for a whole day out of pettiness.

Satoru, out of pettiness yet again, refused to talk to you civilly. You ended up cuddling with him in place of Suguru to, in his words ‘Make it even!’.

[samyanggs]

Hello! Can u do headcanons of Buddha having a crush on a bunny!reader? Fellow Singaporean here!

Hihiii! yea I can and a fellow Singaporean? Pleasure to meet you :3 currently writing this after doing my chores so I’m a bit more tired than usual 🥲 have a good weekend btw

I js realized you said headcanons omg. Headcanons are at the very end 😭

“So goddamn hypnotizing..”

Warnings: none that I know of

Idrk how about bunny!reader but I’ll try my best! Thanks for requesting! Hope you have a great rest of your afternoon<3 I’m still having a headache so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense or is what you’re looking for I’m sorry for that 🙏🏽

Buddha walked through the many hallways to get to the garden. He liked the garden it was always empty and silent, perfect for him to snack or do whatever he needed. He expected it to be as empty and deserted as usual, what he didn’t expect was seeing- a bunny? No that was a person.. a bunny person?

He tilted his head to the side cocking his eyebrow in confusion. He walked up to you, you were looking at the flowers, tending to them making sure that they bloomed and flourished nicely. He walked up behind you, looking down at you, still sucking and licking his lollipop. His teeth bit into the lollipop on accident creating a sound that made your ears twitch. He saw your body tense up, making your ears rigid and straight. He eyed you as you turned around scared.

“How can I help you? Sir.” You said, softly, looking up at the other. Buddha noticed your discomfort and took a few steps back, giving you some space- that you were grateful for. He grunted.

“Nothing just wondering what a person was doing here” he said observing you. Now that he was looking at you from the front.. you were rather cute.. and pretty. You had nicely groomed bunny ears with silky, fluffy hair. He resisted the urge to pet you just to feel what it felt like. It looked extremely soft, so soft that he’d probably think it was a pillow if he was half asleep.

“Just looking at the flowers, they’re rather pretty during this time.. and because it’s quiet here..” you replied looking away and at the flowers, eyeing their beauty, the colours were bright and beautiful. “Don’t you think so?” You said, still looking at the flowers.

He snapped back to reality, he’d gotten lost in his thoughts of your prettiness.. what’s with him? He never acted like this before.. he shook his head. “Yea they are..” he said, watching you smile softly, looking at the flowers. His heart fluttered and he felt heat rising to his cheeks. He blinked. Why was he feeling like this? Why now? Why you? He questioned himself before realizing that you were now looking at him. He looked back at you. You were shocked, blushing and flustered.

“I- uh- I suppose it’s time for me to go. I’ve been here long enough.” You stuttered, avoiding eye contact. He nodded and bid you goodbye waving to you lazily as you walked away, fast and flustered.. he watched your retreating figure before looking at the flowers that you were tending too. They were beautiful.. like you. He smiled to himself. He wouldn’t mind meeting you again.. yea.. he’d enjoy seeing you again..

Headcanons!

Stares at you when he sees you in the garden while you’re tending to the followers because he can’t help but get lost in your beauty

Often goes to the garden just to see and talk to you and treasures all the times you talk to him in his heart

When he sees you cry or when you feel down, he tries his best to calm you down, hugging you, giving you snacks and/or gifting you something new to make you happy

Scared to ask you if he could pet you because you look so goddamn soft and fluffy he can’t help but wonder how it would feel to pet you.

He sometimes start blushing when you do something, he’s just fell that hard for you

He thinks about you a lot, thinking of your smile, the look in your eyes when you look at flowers, your eyes and everything else.

He pets you every now and then to feel the softness and the fluffiness, enjoys your flustered look after

He likes playing with your ears to fluster you and teasing you is his favourite part of his day

He thinks about how soft your ears and hair is a lot

[your-oddities]

I NEED MORE JAM FROM YOU!!! YOU WRITE IT SO WELL, LITERALLY JUST THE HEADCANONS MADE ME WANT TO READ MORE!!!

(Not forcing btw, I just need more Jam... THE SILLIES ARE TAKING OVER MY BRAIN, GET OUT OF MY SKIIIIIIN!)

( AUGHH sorry this took so long to respond i literally did NOT have the motivation to write anything until very recently 😭 )

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Late Night Chat

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Cautions: None! :)

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Only God and Father Time knew how late it was in Alabama that night. It was the midst of winter, meaning the nights felt ten times colder than the day without the sun to help warm anybody up. Which the citizens of Tuscaloosa had an open distain for.

Most lights in the motel rooms were out at that point — at least all the ones in Tim’s view. He sat on a rusty old bench in front of where he temporarily resided. The light was on inside, his roommate most likely clacking away at the computer. The only other light besides the one behind him was a nearby street lamp that illuminated next to nothing. The old, weak light casted long shadows across part of the narrowly empty parking lot.

An especially chilly gust of wind nipped at Tim’s nose as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. The winters in Alabama are surprisingly harsh. That much was evident when Tim had to put on three damn layers just to do something as simple as taking a smoke outside. And still, he shuddered occasionally. Truthfully, he was more than fine cracking open a window and smoking inside. But he‘d never force Jay to be subject to that.

And, not even a minute later, there came the man of the hour. The door to their crappy motel room creaked open rather loudly. Undoubtedly loud enough to earn Tim’s attention and look over at whoever it was — though it was no surprise to see Jay stepping outside. He adjusted the hem of his hoodie as if he just put it on before his gaze traveled to Tim.

“Hey.” Jay greeted Tim with a smile. Tim only nodded back once.

“Hey.” He paused to take a drag of his cigarette. Speaking up once the cigarette is pulled away from his lips, he tapped the ashes on the ground. “How late is it? I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

Jay shrugged and advanced towards the small black bench that Tim made himself comfortable on. “I could stay awake a bit longer. I need to finish up editing the next entry, anyway.” Tim hummed and his eyes followed Jay as he sat down on the bench a good foot away. They both stared out towards the parking lot, looking at nothing in particular for a while. Eventually Tim had enough courage to break the awkward silence.

“Then why aren’t you in there doing that?” An extended silence only interrupted by an overhead light buzzing and the constant sound of cars driving on the road beside the motel followed. The lack of answer almost made Tim think Jay didn’t hear him at all. But he finally spoke up after a second or ten too long. “Dunno,” Jay answered with a shrug. “Thought you could use the company.”

While the thought was endearing, Tim couldn’t help thinking it was a little stupid for Jay to not be resting up inside. Not that he’d ever tell him that. All Tim replied with is a quiet “ah” before looking elsewhere. With Tim not being one for conversation and Jay not liking to start any, the wordless seconds that followed suit were only natural. Even if Tim doesn’t mind prolonged silences all that much he can’t deny the lack of conversation got to him after a while. So he figured he’ll at least make an attempt at small talk. That’s what people typically do, right?

Turning to Jay, he was met with the sight of the man slowly nodding his head up and down to fight off sleep. Tim’s mouth — which he opened to rekindle the conversation — remained hanging for a moment before he shut it again. A sigh escaped him, showing a visible puff of air due to the frigid temperature. Jay didn’t seem to notice, or at the very least pay any mind, to Tim’s eyeballing. Tim examined his very sleepy roommate for an undetermined amount of time before acting upon his slight impulsivity.

Jay seemed suddenly reanimated when an arm is draped over his shoulder. Blinking his eyes open, he looks to Tim, whose face was adorned with the slightest grin. All it took was a beckoning tilt of Tim’s head to have Jay scooting over towards him. Now pressed against the other’s side, he leaned his head on Tim’s shoulder. Jay’s eyes were long shut when the feeling of Tim’s hand rubbing up and down his arm lulled him to sleep. The last, faintest memory was the soothing smell of cigarettes before he was out like a light.

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[lovebvni]

HI - i hope ur well

i just wanted to ask, as someone that’s recently discovered loa, how would you go about materialising a complete head to toe glo up, like yk in the movies how the girl changes overnight and everyone and their momma is like "woah omg who is that ????" yes.

i don’t necessarily have a lot of hatred towards my looks, i’ve had very bad skin (hyperpigmentation) on my face for a few years tho, definitely want that gone now that ik about the law and even my smile, those two things are what i’m most focused on? but otherwise i want like a "woah omg who’s that" moment esp now that i have school break

any words of advice, any suggestions, tips - i don’t want to feel like i’m waiting for this one, like it must materialised like TODAY like SOON

yes

thank u in advance btw

hii anon!! i’m sorry im kinda on and off here bc of some recent frustrations, but for manifesting complete change i would js have to say stick w it!! it’s gonna b hard sometimes, but always know u will get what u want.

for me, if i were to do this, i would 100000% start with writing down what in specific i want gone in some sort of journal. i know a lot of people say physical is better but u can do it wherever and how ever u want.

have that written down on one sheet of paper (or one section of the notes app) then on another section i would make some sort of check list and schedule

so i would list kinda like a check list, and i would plan it out almost like its a normal day.

wake up

brush teeth n wash face

affirm for *different eye colour* (or whatever) while getting dressed

look in the mirror before i leave and tell myself “oh i love x feature and im so glad i manifested it!!” (x obvs stands for what u want to b there)

go on with your normal day w school, work or whatever

random my decide to affirm when ur bored/not doing much (write it or js verbally/mentally affirm.)

on ur way to wherever u live, listen to a positive song, a sub, or frequencies and affirm to them.

do ur hw or whatever, anything u need to when u get home and pop some headphones in and listen to some more subs, frequencies or positive music

journal abt ur day!!! say if u felt anything odd? bc it could deffo b a sign of a change!!

(optional) do a dance!! get the positivity flowing <3 it helps me a lot !! or do anything creative, get in touch w ur spiritual side.

do ur night routine, shower, do whatever n js affirm — do it a bit more than u have earlier js to make it like more important so u can affirm in ur sleep.

when going to sleep, you can affirm urself to sleep, affirm and listen to a sub, or js decide u have what u want, go to sleep, and wake up with it

that’s like pretty much what i would do if i wanted to change my whole body. i dont follow these step by step personally, but i would 1000% recommend step 12 bc like ive sen the most results that way <3

i hope this helps anon!! i’m sorry this is so long and it took so long to reply 😭😭

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Guess who’s back w my bullshit??

Got inspo from my soap mactavish playlist & skater boy by Avril Lavigne was on-

He was a punk she did ballet, what more can I say?

Punk soap and ballerina reader im begging 😮‍💨✨🩰🤘🏼

Sorry this took so long 😭💗

Punk Johnny would be the type to listen to Electric Sockhead by Destructo Disk while waiting for you outside of your ballet studio. He's on leave and, contrary to what the others think, he doesn't wear compression shirts and gym shorts. He's got his battle jacket on with a pair of patch pants (I think he'd get too bugged by not washing his crust pants and would settle for patch pants). He's got his ear piercings (the same ones he uses various object to poke through while deployed to make sure they don't close up) and gels his mohawk so it's pointier. He doesn't use spotify, or apple music, or Amazon. He downloads music onto his phone (that he bought from a friend so he doesn't buy into a big corporation) and shops locally. I think the only reason Punk! Johnny is in the military and settles it in his brain is because he's part of a special task force, and not generic duty. He definitely has 1312 tattoo on his shoulder and some sort of tattoo for when Queen Elizibeth died (like that video of Irish people in the football stadium screaming "Lizzy's in a box!" when her death was announced mid-game)

He tries to not mess with your ballet attire, even if you had to shoo him away from drawing something on your leotard. The first time he came to one of your recitals and was looking for you, he got so many looks. To go from frilly tutus to spikes and leather boots was a lil bit of whiplash for most of the people there. The more recitals he went to, the more people recognized his and even began to refer to him as your man. He definitely bought some flowers from a small stand and brought them for you.

Every.

Single.

Time.

If you don't already like the music he does, he'll try to introduce you to it. I imagine he loves Destructo Disk (i'm projecting i love destructo disk sm) and would try to start you out with some of their softer songs (Goth Queen, Batty For You, Sockhead (not electric))

I like to think he'd make a light-colored battle jacket for you (they exist) and take you to local basement concerts. There's this thing that some people will do with their battle jackets where they'll get a piece of cloth, paint your initials on it, and then sew a patch over it so that it's like a pocket that can't be opened without taking the entire patch off. Once you two are engaged, he'd do that.

I have so many more thoughts on punk! Johnny so lemme know if you want more pookie <3

Source: me

Lore drop:

I was in the punk community for a WHILE (still am, just don't always dress the same. I do have a battle jacket tho) (Punk isn't just clothing btw. It's music, culture, politics, and clothing. You can dress however you want and as long as you got those others, you're good. A lot of discourse in the community tho unfortunately). I'm not 100% sure on Scottish punk culture, so I'm mostly going off of American punk culture. If anyone that's from Scottland or knows abt Scottish punk culture, lemme know in the replies!

[crguang]

ahajsksbywpqp sat guess who has 2 tests in the same week in the same class next week. Not very fun for me. anyway I was think abt Kafka (honestly when am I not is the real question). See if it wasn’t Kafka in ur au and I was r I would definitely turn her in for the money, but I unfortunately think I might like Kafka just like a little bit ig so I don’t think k would be able to do that .

Reread part 3 today is her fingers twitching bc she wants to shoot something or is it just bc Kafka and her fingers. Ok thats not what I meant but also…what I meant was that she works with her fingers a lot I wish she used them on me instrument, guns, etc. we still haven’t gotten an in game Kafka appearance w an actual violin, it probably won’t happen but I’m still holding out. And she’s the highest threat level possible for a criminal but she STILL commits petty theft. She is so I saw someone say that the stellaron hunters were all siblings, Kafka and blade are like the older siblings that have to drive/pay for everything, silver wolf is the gamer (so original) and firefly is the youngest. Wish they had more in game interactions, or like they had synergy, meta wise, since canonically they’re one of the most tight knit groups.

oh also your inbox must be full as fuck so it’s fine if you don’t reply to everything, esp bc you answer a lot of stuff, and even tho someone already said this ur rlly great to talk to ur thoughts are always more coherent than mine. And we all get to simp over hot fictional women together.

ngl I might start playing ptn, like I’ve been seeing screenshots and…wow, I don’t think I have enough storage tho. I think the two types of characters I usually like are tiny mentally ill ones and hot evil women, so…

im so sorry my messages are always so long btw, I keep rambling 😭

-🌠

aaaa study well and good luck for your tests!!! hope you get a good grade and if u dint i will hack i to your prof’s computer and change it for you

im with you entirely, if it was anyone else in that story i wouldve already called the cops LMFAOOO kafka gets privileges because shes hot and my fav unfortunately… for the finger thing, i think its just one of her quirks! in her idle she mimics playing the violin and like you said she has very dexterous hands (even mentions it in a voice line) so i think she’d absentmindedly move them around when her mind is elsewhere. this is the kind of overthinking i was talking about, when i map out a character in my head i think about the most irrelevant stuff that dont matter😭 but imo they add to her charm a little and make her a rounder character, idk. AND YES i love that her crimes go from suicide inducement to petty theft shes so ridiculous hfjfhdhfj that time in her character story where she just walked in a store and took clothes off the rack then left in front of everyone… shes funny as hell😭

i see the SH as family too! silver wolf and firefly are sisters to me, and both of them are def kafka’s little sisters. i think silver wolf is the youngest though, she even gives off sassy youngest child vibes. i wish they could work together too, having them all in one team would be so nice. but it’s also cool that each of them has a speciality, it makes sense for the work they do

my inbox is full i think i have around 70 asks rn…😭 but to be fair a lot of them are veryyy old i just havent gotten around to cleaning up my blog yet, i’ll do it at the same time i change my masterlist and actually make it pretty to look at. i usually try to click on notifs as soon as i see them but like i said, i just forget to type my answers </3

and omg. anon. if your type is mentally ill and hot evil women ptn is literally the game for you. there is an abundance of mentally ill women in there, trust me… like there’s every kind of character you could want in that game— you could give me a specific type and i could find you a character that matches it, you should definitely play. and if you do, do it before the second anniversary ends (starts around mid/late-october) bc trust me you are gonna be upset if you miss shalom :/

dont worry abt ramblingggg i love talking to u and answering every point it’s really nice!!

[reanbowful]

hi Rean! can i have a request for reader appears with a wound on her body every day, not because she participated in a fight but because of her bad luck. i wonder how weak hero boys will react 😔

pls ignore if you don't like it. have a good day btw!

Yes you can! And noo I would never ignore you bb 🤍 Good day to you too! So basically reader is bennett right? 😭

*also I finished this faster than I expected yayy

“it’s just bad luck”

if you keep getting injured due to your bad luck

(gray, ben, alex, donald, jake, wolf)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You show up to class with a skinned elbow today. Yesterday it was a bruise on your nose bridge. The day before that you had a busted lip.

Gray frowned, watching as you hiss when the sleeves of your uniform ride down your elbow.

You don’t seem like the type to be getting yourself into fights.

But then again, looks can be deceiving. Gray himself is well aware of that fact.

His first thoughts was that you were getting beat up. You really can’t be too careful in the streets of Yeongdeungpo.

So he does what he has to do.

“Hey, do you want to walk home together?”

Surprisingly, you agreed. And Gray noted with relief that you’re simply way too relaxed to be in fear of someone jumping you. So, assholes beating you up was definitely off his list-

“Look out!”

Gray’s eyes widened as he pulled you aside when broken window glasses suddenly came free falling from the sky.

“Shit! Are you okay?! I’m so so sorry! You got dragged into my bad luck.”

“Your what?”

So then you began to explain that you just have chronic bad luck that’s gotten you injured for the past few days.

So that’s what it was.

“Uh, Gray? You’re not mad are you?”

The boy would just simply shake his head and continue walking down the street. He took a passing glance at you, a small smile on his lips.

Perhaps with his presence, your bad luck could finally nullify.

ben park / park humin

I think we can collectively agree that Ben doesn’t have that great of a luck himself.

You and Ben were supposed to go to an arcade today testing out the new machine that they have.

Ben was bouncing on his feet the entire day, anticipating the date.

But as he was walking to your house, a text message popped up in his phone.

I can’t go out today, let’s go some other time.

He stared at his phone for like 5 seconds. You were not the type of person to bail out on plans at d-day unless something really urgent came up.

Did something happen?

No replies.

Ben decided not to push it since he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable if it was a private matter and walked back home a bit down that day.

When you stopped replying to his texts for the next couple of days was when he began to get really worried that something real bad had happened.

Did you get bored of him? Were you angry? But what did he do? Oh this last one really brought tears to his eyes- What if you breaking up with him?

Alex and Gerard watched him with shared concerns. They suggested he just go visit you at your house and ask for himself what exactly happened.

So here he is, right at your door.

‘Hello?’

“Babe? You weren’t responding to my texts, so I was getting kinda worried-”

He was caught by surprise when you rushed to the door and beamed to hug him.

“Ben! God I missed you so much!”

But his attention was caught on something else. The cast on your arm. Then it went up. Your neck was covered in small scratches and there was bruises on your cheek.

His first thought, the Union.

Holding you by your shoulders, he leaned down.

“Who did this to you?”

“Uh.. babe?”

Before Ben explodes and goes on a killing rampage, you quickly explained that you had gotten into an accident while taking your dog to the doctor. Your phone broke and your last text to him was literally moments before disaster. (the dog is okay guys don’t come for me)

“So, yeah. It’s just my bad luck.”

“I- I thought you were breaking up with me..”

You better give him his hugs and kisses afterwards.

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex is a hot blooded person, so proceed with caution here.

You guys were on a date together, at a small cafe your friend had recommended to you the other day.

“This place is actually really nice, don’t you think?”

“Hm..”

Something about you has been really distracting Alex. He narrowed his eyes at you, trying to find the peculiarity.

“Alex..? Is everything ok- OW!”

Yep. It was your shoulder. He noticed that you haven’t really been raising your left arm. Only moving them moderately, and even suppressing a wince once in a while.

“You’re injured.”

You pouted, looking away to the side.

“What happened? Tell me. Is it the Union? Is it them?!”

it’s your turn to look incredulously at him.

“What is the Union? And wha- no I got hit by a fire extinguisher.”

“You got hit by a what?”

Explaining what happened in short, basically a girl at your home economics class set her station on fire. And this one prick who thinks he’s the main character ran and pour water over the pan making the fire reach up to the ceiling of the classroom. (this happened to my class irl. never do that guys)

So then HE fucked up, which makes another guy with actual brains go and get the fire extinguisher.

And apparently universe decides they want you to have a bad week. The fire extinguisher exploded once he took the seal of, and flew over. Hitting you on the back of your shoulder.

“And that’s the whole story. It’s really just some bad luck going on there.”

Alex would just sit there, flabbergasted.

“Babe.. who did you anger to receive all this bad karma?”

donald na / na baekjin

You did not exactly covered the injuries you sustained on your body. It wasn’t like it was some secret of yours.

Donald also did not pay much attention to it. He does took notice of it, just never really commented much on it.

But then the bruises grew, from one to three, and then to six.

Donald would narrow his eyes at the growing number of injuries you have. How did you even get them? In the first place, you weren’t even an actively physical member of the Union.

So one day after you came to submit your report, Donald would pull you aside and ask for a confirmation.

“Y/N, you know I care about the wellbeing of every members of the Union, don’t you?”

His eyes darted down, yet another growing bruise on your leg above the knee.

He pursed his lips when you tilt your head in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t pass me as one, but have you been fighting outside my supervision?”

“Huh? No, I haven’t.”

“Then, is there anyone bothering you?”

“I’m not sure where this is coming from..”

Donald would take your arm and slide the sleeves of your uniform up to reveal trails of bruises.

“Hm?”

“Oh, these! No, they’re not from fighting. I swear.”

“Then?”

Sheepishly rubbing your neck, you’re not too sure you wanted to reveal this not to cool part of your life towards him.

“Well.. it’s just. It’s really nothing, I just have bad luck? I guess?”

“Bad luck..?”

“Yeah, you know. I can’t really explain it, it’s just something I experienced for like all my life really. Plus I have a pretty weak skin! So it’s easy for me to retain bruises.”

Bad luck, huh.

“Stay here for a minute will you, Love. We’ll walk together from now on to minimise that bad luck of yours.”

jake ji / ji hakho

If you guys don’t know each other, or just not very close in general, I honestly don’t think Jake would care that much.

If he’s interested in you, he will try to make a passing comment like, “Ouch, that could leave a scar.”

If you two are already close, depending on the scale of your injury, he will get super worried.

You came to school that day with a bandaged arm. You had accidentally burned yourself while ironing your brother’s clothes. But it was nothing too serious, you cleaned the wound and bandaged it up.

Even so, a fresh wound is still a fresh wound.

“Y/N!”

You hissed when Jake accidentally brushed over your injured arm as he ran over to hug you.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me, Jake. It’s fine.”

Jake would be left stunned as you left him in front of the school yard.

You’ve never avoided him like this before. Except for the next few days, whenever he initiated any big physical contact, you would push him off like the plague.

“Alright, this is not fun anymore. What’s going on?”

It was a huge problem for him not being able to hug you. So, he needs to get to the core of the problem.

“My arm. I burned it on an iron, and you kept accidentally touching them. So- WAIT JAKE!”

Rolling up your sleeves with little considerations for you, he noticed the white gauze peeking through.

You watched as your boyfriend lowered the sleeves of your blazer back down, a hard look on his face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! And all this time I thought I did something to upset you or something!”

“H-huh?! No, you didn’t! It was just my bad luck..”

“Bad luck or whatever, I want you to tell me the reason I can’t get your hugs next time!”

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf Keum is a lot. And out of all those things that he is, he is perceptive.

And really, he notices everything about you. If you changed your shampoo, or when you get a new perfume. He KNOWS.

So you can have my words that he would notice even the smallest imperfection on your skin.

The two of you were at your house after the teacher assigned you for voluntary summer tutoring for extra marks to add onto your uni application later on.

You brought it up to Wolf one day and he shrugged, filing his name in.

So that brings him here, in front of your house. With a box of roll cake his mother made him bring.

They’re giving you tutoring for free! Bring this over and say thank you! Don’t let me hear complaints from their parents about any bad behaviour, Wolf Keum. You hear?!

(I can just imagine mama wolf being a total tiger mom ngl)

“Noona, it’s Wolf.”

Alright back to present time.

It was in the middle of summer. You wore shorts, just like everyone else to spare your body from any possible heat stroke.

It wasn’t visible while you were standing up. But once you sat down and crossed your legs, Wolf noticed a slight discolouration on the inner of your thigh.

Absentmindedly, he slid his hand down to raise up your shorts.

“Wolf! Are you out of your-“

Your older sister who was passing by the living room to get some water averted her eyes awkwardly and murmured something about getting a room.

“Seriously, Wolf..”

“Why do you have bruises here?”

“What?”

Wolf looked at you, and you looked down to where his hand is.

You sighed, about to lose your mind with this kid.

“I fell off a bike a few days ago. It wasn’t anything serious, just got a bit unlucky.”

You replied, pulling down the hem of your shorts back.

“You should be more careful, Noona. Even I don’t fall off of bikes since grade school anymore.”

“-!”

[theintrovertbean]

Hello there! I've never done a request in my life so this is a first

Your writing is great and I've decided trust you with a quest most frivolous, quill-master 🫡

Could you do a "Nadia with a female reader who is very - and I mean very - extraverted, bold, outspoken (but not in a dumb way 💀), kind of comedy master who just can't be intimidated even by the gods themselves?" LMAO I think I'm kinda bad at this but you feel what I'm trying to say right? You know like that one player in D&D who has maxed out charisma 🤓

And perhaps, if you feel like it, how that would work out in their bedroom dynamics?

ANYWAYS, thanks for being one of the last people on this app who make outstanding Nadia content AND THANKS FOR THE ATTENTION TOO OKAY BYE

This is kinda long I'm so sorry 💀

Hello Beatriz 👀 If I may call you that.

It always warms my heart when someone trusts me with their first request, so thank you, I hope I did alright 😭❤

This ended up being longer than I expected. Like, idk how? I wrote a sentence and panicked for like two hours because I had no idea what else to write, and then boom, it was there? I guess that means it's a very good ask 😎

I included a bit of spice, btw. Enjoy!

Ohh and I don't mind the long ask. On the contrary 👀

Nadia x Extroverted Fem!Reader

It is no secret that the Countess is quite an introverted woman, so your extroverted nature was a bit foreign to her at first. She felt insecure because what if you think she's not fun enough? Of course, no one would ever think that, but it took a few hugs and kisses to make Nadia feel alright again.

You tend to be bolder when it comes to flirting, which makes Nadia react in the cutest way possible. First, she stares at you for a second, gears turning in her head, but no words come out for a moment, and then she replies with something even bolder. What happens after that? You two keep flirting until one of you dies from blushing too hard.

Late-night talks with you two are to die for. Nadia is normally more reserved, but once you retire to her bedroom and start talking about anything and everything? That's like the best thing ever. And Nadia also loves listening to you talk. She admires you with so much love in her eyes whenever you open your mouth.

And the jokes. Oh my gayness, the jokes! Somehow, you find a way to make Nadia laugh all the time. You find out very early that the Countess snorts.

Imagine a meeting in the palace. The Court being the Court, they bring up an issue that makes no sense, and they have a whole argument about it. Nadia sits there, mentally facepalming herself, when you lean close and whisper something into her ear. The Countess ends up running out of the meeting room because of how hard she is laughing. That happens at least once a week.

You have never had any issues with socializing, so you have a lot of friends (or at least more than Nadia does). Nadia, however, spent most of her life alone, and when you introduced her to your friends, she felt very excited but also nervous. When everyone went home, Nadia almost cried in happiness because of how much fun she had with your friend group.

Every single time someone new shows up at the palace to meet the Countess, you yeet yourself to them because you just can't wait to meet them no matter who they are. By the time the person gets to meet Nadia, you have become besties with them, and they also invite you to the next family gathering to meet their sixty-nine relatives. Needless to say, Nadia is impressed.

Nadia admires that you can get along with anyone. And also that you fear no one, but it scares Nadi a bit sometimes.

She loves that you're not intimidated by her, tho. Most people are, so it's very refreshing for her.

There are a few cases when you are being a little too bold. For example, with a person who vastly outranks you and isn't very interested in a friendly chat. Nadia stands behind you, and puts her hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, my darling, how about you let me handle this one?" And everything about Nadia is just so comforting that you are immediately like, "Yes, my love, anything you want."

You might get in trouble sometimes, but Nadia always saves your ass.

Speaking of your ass. You're getting spanked as punishment whenever you're being too bold. You might be doing it on purpose, and I can't blame you.

You are flirting with each other all the damn time, which leads to either one of these outcomes: 1. You have quickies whenever and wherever you can, even if it means hiding somewhere in public. As long as Nadia doesn't make you moan too loud, it's all good. 2. You tease each other all day, and then as soon as you retire to Nadia's bedroom, your clothes are suddenly gone, and you two have passionate sex until you're both completely exhausted.

Nadia is a dom, and even an extroverted partner can't change that. However, your boldness is appreciated. Whisper something lewd into Nadia's ear, and you're going to find yourself tied to her bed in no time. The way you frustrate her with your words and inappropriate touching drives her wild.

And fuck. The dirty talk. It's unholy, it's hot as fuck, and you're both loving it. You make her even more vocal than she already is.

Nadia honestly finds it adorable if you're a very submissive person despite how bold you tend to be. She teases you about it, and it makes you squirm and whimper whenever she mentions it during sex.

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch pt 16 (final)

16: WHAT TEAM?

Yaaay champions! I like how he actually fakes right and breaks left in the game haha

We don’t get to see Gabriella winning though, but I imagine a scholastic decathlon win wouldn’t look so interesting

AND THE COCKBLOCK COUNTER STARTS NOW! : 1

This will be more relevant in the second movie

And yes I'm going to read too much into Chad breaking them up

Chad: So, you're going with me to the after-party, right? Taylor: Like on a date? Chad: Must be your lucky day!

Smooth, Chad, real smooth. Although I wish we could have gotten some moments of them actually becoming more close because it’s kind of out of nowhere? It's like they said, here’s the black best friend characters. Obviously we should just pair them up, no need to actually develop that everyone should get it.

^ For reference, it took like a few minutes of screentime for us to buy into Troy and Gabriella being into each other, so they really could have squeezed something in like, maybe during their talk when they realised they fucked up? They could have a genuine moment there.

Also quick fast forward but I read in an interview with Monique I think that she had the idea of giving Taylor a Britney-inspired outfit for the last scene, and yeah it's a pretty nice touch! A mix between preppy but also showing her letting loose.

I didn't clock that outfit at all at first though because I'm used to seeing school uniform in my country asdjhsf

Anyway yeah it’s too sudden for Sharpay to suddenly be cool with everyone now, but I don’t really care because they had no idea how big this movie would become and that they’d get sequels so I get why they wrapped that up quickly.

Awww Zeke! You gotta let it go man, there’s plenty of girls out there who will appreciate your cookies. Why does Sharpay reply “ew” to cookies what 😭😭 adding this to my lesbian Sharpay agenda

But Ryan picks them up at least and congratulates Zeke, he’s also wearing red so… supportive? Ok I see you Lucas I see what you were trying to do and I’m sorry Disney wouldn’t let you do it, but I do still find it hilarious how these little moments just get completely overshadowed by THAT scene in HSM2 LMAO

Aww Kelsi looking happy but awkward, same. Looks like everyone had an outfit change! She’s the playmaker! Troy’s like Kelsi fan number one and their friendship is so underrated honestly, he’s always lifting her up. Which must have been crazy for Kelsi, in the novelisation during their first interaction she’s like “THE Troy Bolton is being nice to me holy shit??”

Kelsi’s reaction is so funny though like, yeah I too would be like “Thanks!! Errr what do I do with this now I don’t know anything about basketball? Do I shoot it for fun? But I’ll probably flop and lose the ball, how long am I supposed to carry it for? Can I just… leave it to the side? Put it away I mean they’re gonna need it again? But I don’t want to look like I don’t appreciate it?????” This is what my brain is like during every single unscripted social interaction I engage in btw

Jason noticing her being a bit awkward and helping her shoot the ball is sweet, he’s just like that. Not a huge fan of taking her hat off though, I know it’s like this ooooh she’s letting loose moment but…. she had it on during Breaking Free when she’d just stood up to Sharpay and she was all energetic and confident during the performance, she’s all about her hats let her wear her hat! It comes off as the “oooooohhh this nerdy girl with questionable fashion sense is actually really beautiful if she just presents more conventionally!” trope

And now the final song! I've given up on making passable screencaps

I love watching the extras in this one because they’re obviously professional dancers and they just show everyone up, especially in that bit once the end credits start rolling. Ryan slays in this too, and happy to see Martha freely dancing there! As for the song itself, it’s iconic of course. For my personal listening tastes though, it's just a liiiittle too cheesy and for the kids. That’s what they were going for, with a pretty learnable choreography and all. Which is fine! It’s just not something I’d listen to much in my free time. I’m also haunted by another vine where these guys do a handshake or something and then break into this choreography idk, I can’t find it. Anyway B tier

WILDCATS EVERYWHERE! WAVE YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR! THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT LET'S GET TO IT COME ON EVERYONE!! 😭

Hahahaha this post-credits scene, what was Zeke even doing just wandering around there aimlessly. Thinking about his rejection? : ( But no one can resist his baking for long!

His smile at the camera is so funny, yeah they never really went anywhere with this Sharpay-Zeke thing in the series so it’s kind of weird they keep throwing in little hints and Zeke still has a crush on her every movie

Aaaaand that’s the movie! This commentary has clocked in at over 9000 words, this is insane.

[sb-asks]

After a few more hours, she decided to go visit the kid once more. Plus she had nothing to do. She hums softly as she spots the sticky note to read it. She frowned slightly at the word 'No'. "Hm, might be a rebellious type." She thought to herself as she wrote down her answer. "I'm Maria. Maria "Morningstar". Director of Decommissioning. Nice to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, who are the one's taking care of ya.?" She wrote then gave a small smiley face. "Ps. You rebellious little twink" She chuckles to herself when she wrote out the last words.

She thought about go asking Bright about SB, but her laziness gnawed on her so she decided to stay in her office and lie down while she still can to get away from the paperwork she know will come by the corner.

OOC: Very sorry I gave it to ya at 5 am, I'm from a country right across the globe so when I sent it to you, it was 5 pm. :') Oh and I finished my writing about Dr. Maria, if you want it I can give it to ya ^v^

PS. Sorry if I type too much-

OOC: That’s what I figured that was probably the case lol, no worries! And yes, I will be needing that writing about Dr. Maria :))

It’s totally fine btw to write a lot, plus, I love reading longer stuff and getting to reply! :> (I also write too much it’s cool 😭)

Guys did I use whom right please

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SB hadn't heard her approaching their chamber this time, as they had fallen fast asleep with their precious stuffed bunny on the carpeted floor watching TV waiting to hear a response. They were woken, however, by sounds at the door similar to the ones they heard not a few hours ago. They listened for something else but were left with silence.

SB got up and took a big (albeit sleepy) stretch before going over to the door again, dragging the bunny along with them. It took a few tries to open the heavy metal door, but SB was determined and managed to pry it open, ears perking in excitement when they found the yellow note stuck around their height. The longer this note thing went on, the less wary SB became, seeing whoever this must be as more of a pen pal than a threat, despite their better instincts.

Sitting back in the middle of the room, they read the note to themself. Maria Morningstar…they liked that name, though it rang a few bells. They pondered it for a few seconds before finally writing down:

“Like the weapon??”

Beside it they decided to draw up a rough sketch of what they were talking about, just to make sure she knew.

Funnily enough, SB was only vaguely aware of what a decommissioner was but was also admittedly too sleepy-brained to think about it too hard. They simply thought ‘Cool. Job.’

SB read and answered each question one by one like some sort of multiple choice quiz. They had to think for a bit on the caretaker question, remembering that they had had quite a few caretakers but forgetting for a second which ones were then and which ones were now. Of course, the first names that came to mind were Dr. Foal and Dr. Erwin, whom they quite liked. They almost wrote down Dr. Bright and Infiho as well, but that would take much too long to explain on a sticky note. So they (correctly, this time) wrote Foal and Erwin’s names down, followed by a quick:

“They’re very nice :)”

Which was easy to say for those two, but less-so for other staff, but they didn’t think on that too long because reading the postscript, they were distracted from their thought process by a laugh. They had been called many things. ‘Twink’ was not one of them. Plus, they were almost infamous for their rebelliousness nature mostly (if we exclude the violent nature of them), and the only ones who could properly manage them were their past and present caretakers.

Nevertheless, they sleepily stuck the sticky note back on the door, admittedly unsure of where they put it, before heading back to go to sleep again waiting alongside their bunny for their new pen pal.

[seoafin]

i know ur leaving the comments on chapter 6 to answer to later but i’m sorry i just wanted to come in here and tell you that once again you’ve blown me away what an amazing chapter omfg and as a self proclaimed gojowife/gojowidow yeah ur gojo scenes are so fucking hot like holy shit gets me kicking my feet giggiling and shitting myself THIS IS NOT A CRITICISM BTW i just was kinda laughing to myself cause i could imagine u being like alright enough of this guy already while writing it UWJWJWKSKSKEKKE but very very hot and the geto scenes holy fuck the geto scenes went crazy something about them talking to each other as if you weren’t there !! geto being like sorry pookies he’s insatiable AS HE OPENS UR LEGS UP FURTHER AND TIGHTENS HIS HOLD ON YOUR WRISTSSSSSSSD IS CRAZY JAIL JAIL JAILLLLLL also btw u just have such a natural progression from normal talking to sex like ik this seems like a weird complement but it’s all very natural and every time i read not just this one but one of ur fics in general it literally feels like a lil movie in my head ur so vivid and ur characterization is always so on point for the characters i love that so much……can i ask (monkey emoji covering eyes) after reader went out with hideo? and haibara saw them (monkey) will haibara spill the beans…..will stsgo find out (monkey) praying for reader and for hideo if that’s what happens then omg also THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THEM IN THEIR PLACE YES !! they deserve to grovel a lil bit (hehe emoji) walk em like a dog ripmc frrrrr i also i’m excited for Go and Gojo to meet i have the sneaky suspicion they will just hate each other gojo would compete with ur pet for cuddles that man is down so bad like omfg ik it’s so stupid btw but this chapter lowkey brought me outta such a slump with the parting of my beloved so like thank u for that chapter was my saving grace frrr it’s so good and i just wanted to tell u to take it easy on yourself ik sometimes we get a lil overexcited over here but take all the time u need and write at ur own pace dont feel any pressure regardless of how personally amazing i think ur fics are (btw queen my phone isn’t letting me use emojis so could u pls imagine all the emojis in parenthesis (single tear emoji) i just feel so formal without emojis

im sorry i know this took forever to reply to but i had to keep it in my askbox where i could look at it so i have motivation not to give up on ddao 😭😭😭 but you are SOOO sweet im so glad you enjoyed the chapter and it made you feel somewhat better about the chapter 😭 very very glad to know a gojowife enjoyed the gojo scenes. i do it for the gojowives and nobody else mwah mwah mwah

spoilers

yesssss lmfao haibara has the best intentions ever but i don't think he's the best at keeping secrets unfortunately 😭 just a slip of the tongue! nanami thankfully comes to the semi rescue by leading haibara away 💀

[stinkygirl009]

‘It’s ok you can sleep’

Stu Miley X Fem! Y/n

HIII YALL!! So this is my first time writing a image I guess but idk I’ve read to many and I think I know what I’m doing lol enjoy

AND BTW I DON’T KNOW WHAT CERTAIN THINGS ARE CALLED FOR AT THOES SEELP LABS SORRY!!! I DONT KNOW JACK ABOUT SLEEP TESTS😭

TW: mentions of nightmares

(Credit to creator of GIF I don’t own it)

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You were working at the lab today still waiting for that one patient after 20 minutes has passed.

“Hey Beth, should we call him?” I say over to my Co worker, I look at the door waiting seeing if he might come in also hearing for her response. “I guess so, it’s been like-what? 20 minutes?” She replied sighing and not looking up from her papers on people’s polysomnography results “okay.” I reach over to our work phone and wait for her to say his number “it’s-“ she got cut off from the door opening roughly. I look up and see and quite pretty man, his hair was messy he was wearing a black shirt that had some design on it, a brown jacket and dark jeans.

“Um-“ he looked at the door and he carefully closed it. “-sorry!” He said quickly, he looked at the ground and walked over to the counter and rested his arm on there. “Oh-no it’s fine I do that sometimes…heh” I say nervously and look at him. “Um-name please?”

“Oh yea..it’s Stu Miley.” He said tiredly.

‘poor guy, he actually really needs some sleep’ I thought

“Well your right on time” I say jokingly, referring to him being late. He chuckled and he sided smiled with his eyes closed he head facing down “uh huh” he sighed “well I’m going to be helping you with your polysomnography today, and my names y/n” he nodded his head raised his head looking in my eyes but jeez…he eyes were really pretty. It took me a second to realize “follow me to your room.” And get out behind the counter cubicle along with some paper work and being walking towards the room. I looked behind me to see him walking behind me with his hands in his pockets, looking around the place.  I stop in front of his room and lean and to turn on the light and walk in and jester him to mini bed and I sit down gathering my paperwork in order to take notes and ask questions to him. “ok so let’s start off,”

“How any hours do you normally get sleep?” I ask looking at him with my pen in my head waiting for his response. “Um…usually 4 hours, if I’m lucky then 6.” He says. “Oh ok..” I take some time to write it down and look back up at him. “Your doctor you said that you have nightmares a lot?” I ask in a soft voice.  He seems to shift a little bit slightly uncomfortable. he hums in response.

“I can tell your uncomfortable talking about that..but just one more question ok? Promise” I say truthfully, trying to get him to relax a little bit.

“How bad do they usually get, Is it to a certain point you can’t wake up Or, you can wake up, but you just can’t fall back asleep?” I ask him

“Oh..um where I can’t wake up” he says looking at me up and down quickly.

“Okay” and I wrote down his answer on my paper.

“Welp I kept my promise no more questions” I look up at him and smile and stand up and set down my clipboard.

*few minutes later*

I finished setting him up with the sticker monitors.

“Ok there! Now all you have to do is sleep” I walk back and turn off the lights, I start to walk to the window to close the shades, “there we go-“ I started to say before I could finish-

“You’ll wake me up if I start to have nightmares, Right?…”

I stop and look towards him. And breathe for a second “I promise-“

“It’s ok you can sleep.” I say comforting him along with a smile.

“Thanks Doc…”

A/N:

DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE!?! YK HOW HE CALLS JULIE DOC AND Y/N IS TECHNICALLY A DOCTOR SO THATS HOW HE STARTS TO CALL Y/N DOC AHHHHHHH

But anyway!!! I hope you enjoyed this and I would appreciate a like please:)

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OR DAY!!



[ginnsbaker]

wow. part 6 literally made me speechless the first time I read it. I literally had to take breather cause that was too much for me to deal with 😭 I'm sorry this might be too long cause I have so much to say....

• Wanda pointing out that having children would've made her rethink her decisions, I felt that, deeply. Personally, I am someone who's not sure whether I want children or not in the future so for her to say "Maybe it would have stopped me"??? GIRL F*CK YOU 😭🤮. My mind would definitely make me think of that over and over again until I start blaming myself for what happened.

• You know what hurts the most? The fact that there's no one else to blame except Wanda and Vision. In other cheating fics, the mind stone always serves a purpose why Wanda decided to cheat. It's always "there's a connection between us because of the stone". Here? nothing. Just Wanda actually making a huge mistake.

• I was feeling bad for Wanda for a bit, then I realized that she deserved all that. I read your reply to another anon about the reasons of suspicion (newly bought lingerie icks me the most cause it meant she actually made effort to look good for vision 💔). I honestly can't think of any reason (for now) why Y/N should forgive her.

• Both Y/N and Wanda badly need some time apart. Healing takes time and it won't happen anytime soon. Wanda just can't force her way to Y/N's life again cause that surely won't work.

• I don't wanna talk about the smut since I genuinely don't know what to feel about it other than Wanda doesn't deserve a single ounce of affection from us 😏 lol

It took some time for me to actually have some thoughts about part 6. My mind was like "I need at least 2-3 business days to recover from this" 😆. Once again, thank you for being so talented and blessing us with this beautiful fic. I'm a huge angst enthusiast so pls keep it coming. Hope you're feeling much better now btw. All my love 💕

- 🦄

~ I did kinda thought if I should've broken it down in two, but I just couldn't find where to cut it right. anyway, after 6, we're gonna go back to the usual length :D nah, you dont have to worry about sending me paragraphs, i was looking forward to what you 🦄 had to say

~ it's one of her worst word vomits throughout these series, i admit

~ The arbitrary nature of cheating is very much real. especially when you've been so used to the comfort and security someone provides, and you don't think it's possible to lose them when you do something stupid.

~ re: lingerie: when i wrote in flames, i wrote it as an AU from a film called unfaithful, starring richard gere and diane lane. im not sure if any of you guys saw that film, but it stayed in my parents cd shelf and was off limits. i only watched it recently as an adult lol. most of the details in in Flames were faithful to this material, i recommend you see it. the lingerie isn't because of Vision. it's about her embracing her own lust, because she got addicted to the feeling of being wanted

~ correct. they need it. something's gonna happen that's gonna force that.

~ the smut was uncomfortable to write, because im a romantic who always associate it with love and emotions and all that cheesy stuff. id pay someone to write it for me if i could. but it was necessary to the story because it showed the actual depth of R's trauma, manifesting just now.

I am feeling much better :) I saw your message like 2 hours ago, but i needed to complete a 10km run :D

Thank you so much, my dear 🦄. Please take care!

[fanfic-wonderland]

hi! i hope you’re doing great ^^ i was wondering if you could write a bts pokemon trainer au ? a yoongi x reader fluff (with a bit of angst) like a small slow burn >:) maybe both as pokemon rivals, i don’t really have a specific idea for the plot, perhaps a little slice of life during their adventure (encounter with the villains team, discovering a new city, or just following the plot of some Pokemon movies, whichever inspires you the best!) if you can, make it in the region of Kalos please <3 i hope this will help you a bit but you can totally write something different if you got another idea, take your time to write it! (you can make it as short or long as you want btw) thank you!xx

I'm so sorry for taking so long with this one 😭 anyway, I just wanted to say that I absolutely loved writing this and I want to thank you for the request! It took me a while to come up with something but I just hope that you like it 💕 (also, the reader is originally from Hoenn, I hope you don't mind that)

Pairing: Pokémon Trainer!Yoongi X Pokémon Trainer!Reader

Summary: Before (Y/N) and Yoongi can go and challenge the Lumiose City Gym, they're forced to work together when Team Rocket stirs up trouble again.

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Lumiose City. The City of Light.

(Y/N) had never seen such a bright and big city before, so much different than anything they had ever seen in Hoenn. It was almost dreamlike and they wanted to take it in as much as they could since it was still not clear how long they would be there. “Are you seeing this, Mudkip?” They asked the blue Pokémon who was also looking around while laying on their shoulder. It let out a quiet sound of awe. “It’s so beautiful!”

Everywhere they looked they saw boutiques and restaurants and any other kind of store that one could think of on every corner. People walking around them wore clothes that made them look like celebrities, and it made (Y/N) feel a bit self-conscious for a moment. Maybe they should’ve dressed better for the occasion.

The two other trainers accompanying them also looked very impressed. “Where do you think we should go first?” Joy who, unlike (Y/N), looked gorgeous dressed in all green, had the biggest grin on her face when she caught sight of a clothing boutique nearby. “I’d love to try out some new clothes, or maybe even a new hairstyle!”

“Well, I wanna go to Café Cyclone first,” Yeonjun, the tallest of the group, said while looking at his map. “It says here that people bring out all kinds of entertainment there. There’s even a guy who impersonates all Champions from every region.”

“You guys can go ahead. Mudkip and I will go straight to getting our next Gym Badge.” (Y/N) said in a determined tone. “Right, Mudkip?”

“Mud!” Mudkip exclaimed cheerfully.

“We can meet at the Prism Tower once we’re all done.”

All three of them walked in different directions, losing sight of each other in no time. It was easy when there was so much going on around them. Luckily, though, it wasn’t hard to find the tower, considering it was higher than any other building around.

“Well… here we are.” (Y/N) stared up at the tower. It seemed much bigger when they were standing right in front of it. Scarier, too, but that did not stop them. “You ready to win our third Badge, Mudkip?”

“Mudkip!” The Pokémon replied.

“That’s the spirit!”

They only took one step forward before they heard a voice coming from behind. “So, I see you’ve made it here as well.”

Although they recognized the voice, (Y/N) turned to see who it was. As expected, their biggest rival since they arrived at Kalos was standing there, hands buried in his jacket pockets while he stared at them blankly. A cute yet intimidating Meowstic was standing right next to him, folding its little arms across its chest. “Yoongi?” (Y/N) quirked a brow. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you. I’m here to beat the Gym Leader,” Yoongi replied as if it was the most obvious thing. “Why else would I be here?”

(Y/N)’s lips formed into a teasing smile while placing one hand on their hip, the other one they used to rub their chin pretending to be deep in thought. “Well, I don’t know, maybe because you missed me too much?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. If I knew that you were going to be here I probably would’ve arrived earlier so that I didn’t have to see your ugly face.”

“HEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING UGLY?” They shouted angrily.

Yoongi’s smirk only made it worse; their face turned red in a matter of seconds. It had been like that ever since they met, when (Y/N) was training their newly caught Scatterbug near the Santalune City Pokémon Center. Yoongi happened to be around as well and could not help but comment on (Y/N)’s training skills, calling them “pathetic” and “useless”. Ever since then, they had been at each other's throats basically every time they'd meet. “I see you’re still as hot-headed as usual. That’s not going to help you if you want to become a Champion. I’m surprised you’ve even managed to win any Badges.”

“Yeah, well, for your information, I already have two,” (Y/N) said proudly once their anger subsided. They were not about to give him the satisfaction. In one swift movement, they took out their Badge case, which displayed the Bug Badge and the Cliff Badge that they had acquired not too long ago. Both were glistening due to being cleaned up the previous night. “and now, I’m about to get my third, so ha!”

Yoongi eyed both Badges with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “That’s cute,” he said, reaching into his own bag. “Why don’t you take a look at mine?”

He opened up his Badge case for them to see. Inside, there were the same Badges as theirs, alongside two additional ones. (Y/N) felt like their body was deflating at the sight. “Wh— four Badges already? How?!”

It was a question they mostly asked themselves but Yoongi felt obligated to answer. “I guess I’m just better than you.”

They glared at him, but he did not seem bothered. Even Meowstic was copying his facial expressions. “Oh, yeah? Well, let’s see who wins this Badge first!”

(Y/N) began practically running towards the tower, as if they had just started a race. Yoongi shook his head. “Don’t even bother with—”

But before they could go in, (Y/N) felt Mudkip slipping away from their shoulder in a swift second. When they turned back, they saw Mudkip being pulled back by an extremely long arm with a metallic hand. It let the Pokémon drop into a small steel cage that was being held by a familiar cat Pokémon. They were now aware of the giant Meowth hot air balloon floating above them. “Thanks for the gift, twerp.” The woman with long magenta hair said mockingly.

“We’ll make sure to make the best of it.” The man with a lavender bob added in a similar tone.

“Team Rocket!” (Y/N) exclaimed while glaring up at them.

“Those idiots again?” Yoongi said with wide eyes.

“Prepare for trouble!” Jessie began.

“And make it double!” James continued.

“To protect the world from devastation!”

“To unite all people within our nation—”

“MUDKIP,” (Y/N) called to the trapped Pokémon. “ARE YOU OKAY?”

The mudfish Pokémon cried out in panic, tears in the corners of its eyes.

“HEY!” Jessie screamed. “HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT OUR MOTTO?”

“WE’VE BEEN WORKING HARD ON IT FOR YEARS!” James followed, sounding so upset that (Y/N) thought he was about to cry.

“YEAH. AND I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO DO MY PART!” Meowth said even louder than his teammates.

“WOOOBBUFFET!” Although (Y/N) could not understand what Wobbuffet was saying, it clearly sounded upset as well.

Yoongi stood next to them. “Hey, give Mudkip back, freaks!” he turned to Meowstic. “Meowstic, use Psybeam!”

Meowstic jumped forward and suddenly a colorful beam shot out of its paw, hitting the air balloon directly. Although it looked powerful enough to destroy it completely, the balloon remained intact. The trio suddenly laughed cruelly. “We’ve certainly seen that one before,” James said.

“That’s why this time we came prepared,” Meowth added.

“So long, twerps!” Jessie waved before the balloon started floating backward. It began to shrink in the distance as they got further and further.

“No!” (Y/N) began to run in their direction. Yoongi followed them. “They’re getting away!”

A few people nearby had begun to notice the commotion, some of them staring around in confusion while others gasped once they realized what was happening.

“(Y/N), wait!” Yoongi called. They halted their steps to turn to him, a look of desperation that made Yoongi feel… bad for them. “You’re never going to catch up to them like this.”

Their eyes suddenly welled up with tears and when they spoke up again their voice was shaky. “But they took my Mudkip…”

“I know,” Yoongi nodded. “Let me help, okay?” He took out a Poké Ball from his bag. “Noivern, come on out!”

After a bright light came out of the Ball, a large bat-like Pokémon appeared in front of them, letting out a loud cry after its release. (Y/N) gasped at the sight; they were still fairly new to the region so there were still many Pokémon they had yet to discover. “Amazing...”

‘Noivern, the Sound Wave Pokémon. A Flying and Dragon type. Noivern can fly in the dark, attacking with ultrasonic waves strong enough to crush stone. It uses its sharp fangs to defeat foes.’

Yoongi wasted no time hopping on the creature’s back, his Meowstic following along and taking a seat in front of him. “Come on.” He told (Y/N), offering his hand out to them.

Without processing what was happening, (Y/N) took his hand and hoisted themselves up and behind him. Noivern began to flap its enormous wings and soon enough they were high up in the air. It was then when (Y/N) came back to their senses, their arms wrapping around Yoongi’s torso to cling onto anything. Yoongi said nothing about that but he could feel his face getting warm all of a sudden, however, he brushed it off and went back to focus on the most important thing at the moment: rescuing his rival’s Mudkip. “Noivern, follow that balloon!”

The large Pokémon began flying in their direction, increasing speed as soon as it spotted its target. (Y/N)’s grip on Yoongi tightened as they felt the pressure of the wind on their face, but their eyes were strictly focused on the balloon, which was starting to increase size again the closer they got. Anger rose through (Y/N)’s veins and they forgot all about being countless feet above the ground. How dare they steal their Mudkip like that? The very first Pokémon they’d ever received, the one who became their most reliable partner during their long and ongoing journey.

They were now face-to-face with Team Rocket; (Y/N) saw their devilish looks quickly switch to panic once they realized that a giant Noivern was right in front of them. “All right, no more games,” Yoongi spoke up. “Give us back Mudkip!”

“After all the work we went through to make this work? We’ll pass.” Jessie stuck her tongue out mockingly at them.

Yoongi shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Fine, then we’ll have to take it away from you the hard way. Meowstic, use Telekinesis!”

The cage in Meowth’s arms suddenly began floating away from him; when all four of them tried to catch it again the cage began to move in zigzags to avoid them. It floated all the way to where the others were until it landed safely on (Y/N)’s lap. “Mudkip!” they pressed the red button on the lock and the top opened automatically. Mudkip hopped out and (Y/N) took it in their arms, nuzzling their cheeks together. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Mudkip!”

“How about we show these idiots how It’s done?” Yoongi turned his head a bit, directing his words to (Y/N). When they agreed, he looked down at his own Pokémon. “Okay, Meowstic, use Psybeam; Noivern, use Air Cutter!”

Both Pokémon obeyed without hesitation and a combination of a brightly colored beam and razor-like wind shot at the balloon. At first, it didn’t seem like anything was happening, the balloon was still intact. But, after a moment, (Y/N) noticed a bent starting to form. “Let’s help them out, Mudkip,” The mudfish Pokémon nodded. They pointed at the bad guys. “Use Hydro Pump!”

Mudkip opened its mouth and a large amount of water blasted in Team Rocket’s direction. Almost as soon as it landed a hit, a cloud of smoke covered the balloon and an explosion was heard. The impact pushed Noivern backward but it managed to keep its balance alongside everyone on board. When the smoke vanished, the balloon was no longer there, and neither were the bad guys. Instead, (Y/N) and Yoongi watched as they were blasted away from them, their final words being their typical: “Team Rocket’s blasting off again!”

Like always, Team Rocket’s plan had started out fairly strong but it was nothing the others couldn’t handle as long as they worked together.

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief. “Finally, they’re gone.”

They landed in front of the Prism Tower again after a few moments, the feeling of touching land again brought joy to (Y/N) and Mudkip especially. “You were great, Noivern. Thank you.” Yoongi said before the Pokémon went back to its Ball.

He stared at it for a second before looking back at (Y/N), who was still hugging Mudkip tight, as if afraid that they’ll lose it again if they let go. The scene made the faintest of smiles appear on his face. If there was anything that he was certain of about (Y/N), it was that Mudkip and their other Pokémon meant the world to them. Additionally, Yoongi understood what it was like to have a Pokémon being taken away like that —Team Rocket had attempted to take his Pokémon at some point as well— so he was glad that everything worked out in the end.

After Mudkip climbed its way up to the top of (Y/N)’s head they turned to Yoongi. They scratched the back of their head and stared down at the ground. He failed to notice the blush of embarrassment appearing on their cheeks. “Yoongi—”

Before they could speak, both of them heard the sound of applause around them. The people who had seen the entire thing go down were cheering for them like they had just given them the performance of a lifetime. It reminded (Y/N) of an audience watching a Pokémon Contest; it took them back to whenever they and Yeonjun would watch Joy and other Coordinators competing on stage. “That was brilliant!” a man, looking to be a few years older than them yelled out.

“And romantic,” a woman who was probably in her thirties added with a dreamy look on her face. “A boy who’s willing to risk his life to save his partner’s Pokémon is definitely a keeper!”

(Y/N) and Yoongi looked at each other in horror. “No, we’re not—”

“I would never—”

But the crowd was not listening, still shouting with excitement. Yoongi glared at them before catching Meowstic’s eye. His Pokémon sniggered teasingly, and he had never felt so betrayed in his entire life. “All right, that’s enough of you.” He said while taking out Meowstic’s Poké Ball. It burst out laughing, and that was the last thing that Yoongi saw before it went back in.

Amid the loud cheering, two familiar faces appeared from the crowd, panting like they had just run an entire marathon through the city. Yeonjun was holding a small bag in one hand while Joy was holding several in both arms. (Y/N) had never been happier to see her friends again. “Took you guys long enough.”

“We came because we saw everyone gathering here,” Yeonjun said after his breathing finally evened.

(Y/N) turned to Joy, then gasped as soon as they noticed something. Her long hair, which was a dark brown the last time they had seen her, was now a vibrant red color. “Joy, you dyed your hair again?”

She beamed while running her fingers through it. “You like?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Sure. It fits you pretty well.”

“Why, thank you!” She said brightly. “Anyway, what did we miss?”

The sun was beginning to set while the four of them sat down at a table inside the Pokémon Center. The whole situation drained them so much that they all decided to just stay the night so that (Y/N) and Yoongi could challenge the Gym Leader the next day.

Joy’s eyes were wide and Yeonjun was shaking his head disapprovingly as soon as (Y/N) finished telling them about their encounter with Team Rocket. “They never seem to stop, do they?”

“And they probably would’ve gotten away this time if…” (Y/N) looked at Yoongi through the corner of their eye, then sighed. “Well, if Yoongi hadn’t been there to help.”

They hated nothing more than complimenting him, partially because Yoongi would never let them live it down, but this time they felt like they had to. It wasn’t the first time that Team Rocket tried to take Mudkip away but it was the first time in a while that they had seen them around Kalos. Usually, (Y/N) was a bit more prepared, but this time they gave into the shock of everything happening too fast, it seemed.

When they finally gained the courage to fully face him, they did not see the usual smirk they were expecting. Instead, his eyes were glued to the table while his arms were folded, his lips in a thin line as if he was in deep thought. No snarky remark, no mocking comment, nothing. (Y/N) did not know whether to feel relieved or feel worried. “That’s so cool!” Joy spoke up instead, sounding very impressed. “Oh, I wish we would’ve been there to see it.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t a performance, Joy, it was a group of thieves who have been on our backs since we started traveling together.”

She shrugged. “Still, it would’ve been nice to see them get beat up.”

“Well, hopefully you guys won’t have to see them again any time soon,” Yoongi stood up. “Anyway, I better get going. I’m going to take this opportunity and train my Pokémon a bit more for tomorrow.”

The three of them stared at his back while he began to walk away, (Y/N) feeling something tug at their chest, almost like an urge that wouldn’t stop bothering them. They stood up quickly, trying to catch up with him before he could step out. “Yoongi!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning around with a confused look on his face. (Y/N) stood in front of him, looking like they were struggling to say what they were thinking. The words were simple enough, but somehow it was so difficult to look at Yoongi and just say them. They shut their eyes for a second, trying to gather as much strength as they could to finally get it over with. “Thank you. For helping me today. I will make it up to you.”

He stared at them blankly for a moment. Yoongi was never too expressive, at least from what they’d seen. This time, however, (Y/N) saw a genuine toothless smile on his face. It was quite the sight. “You can make it up to me by winning tomorrow’s battle.”

(Y/N) had not been expecting that answer but, at the same time, they expected nothing less from Yoongi. “You bet I will,” they said. “And I’ll catch up to you in no time!”

Yoongi chuckled. His usual annoying self was back. “Doubt it.”

(Y/N) was not offended. Instead, as Yoongi exited the Pokémon Center, they simply decided to take it as a motivation to prove him wrong.

[rottiens]

hello hello:D i’ve had such a busy day again today, but i’m here now:)

aww, of course! thank you thank you too :3 i meant everything i said:)

ooh, it rained a little here earlier too! i was out, but it wasn’t that strong so thankfully i didn’t get too wet.

i adore rainy days, cold wether is my absolute fave! i do like summer, but i don’t like the heat unfortunately, as it makes me feel really claustrophobic for some reason 😭 i love the sound of rain tho, it’s so soothing and cozy!

and i bet! i’m glad it got cooler for you:)

omg omg i’m so so excited for your fic! no pressure though, take your time and i very much look forward to it 🤍

and ooh a new book? i hope you enjoy reading it! i haven’t read in quite a while because i need to get my eyes tested, but i’m hoping i can get back into it soon as it’s so calming!

and ofc! my start to this week has been pretty good so far! it was my sisters birthday today.(i’m genuinely so sorry for my late reply btw 🙏😭)

i took her over to a park for a bit, that’s when it started raining unfortunately 😭 but i didn’t mind as i promised her and i love the rain anyway >ᴗ<

i was hoping to have another go at baking today, but i was too tired and it got late, but hopefully i can tomorrow!

the first time i tried baking it the other day it was so yummy! but then i tried again another day and it wasn’t as nice, it was a bit more dry. and it’s strange because the first time i just eyeballed it 😭 so maybe i need to try making it that way again 🤔

oh and i tried making caramel too the other day but.. it was an absolute disaster 😭 it stunk so bad as well because i burnt it. but i can always try again:)

i hope you’ve had a great start to the week and a lovely day too! thank you for asking about mine, you are seriously so so sweet and kind! i really appreciate it 🤍

about feeling claustrophobic because of the heat you are so right :( sometimes i feel like i drown in my own clothes no matter how light they are so i can relate, actually where i live it's always hot and it's much worse in summer so i don't like that season at all.

and it's nice when it's raining and you're at home but it's uncomfortable when you have to go out like this (it rained again today! hehe) so I hope you don't get wet and don't forget to carry your umbrella <3

oh no :c it's very uncomfortable to read when you need glasses, i wear too so i understand it can be especially annoying for your eyes so don't push yourself to do it. plus you can always get audiobooks which has been my choice lately so it doesn't tire my eyes so much. on the other hand, i'm so glad you got to spend time with your sister and enjoy her birthday 🤍 and i'm also so glad the rain didn't ruin your day in the park

And about cooking and baking and caramel 😭 omg experience with caramel reminded me of the first time i tried to make it and it turned out horrible, since then i haven't tried it again but i think part of everything in life and especially in cooking is from failure and learning. i think to get to the perfect recipe or the perfect taste you have to damage many meals and burn some foods lol, so don't give up <3 at first it took me a lot to learn to cook but now i'm getting better at every dish i make and i know with you the same will happen

Sending you a tight hug and really glad to hear you had a great start to a great week ! I had problems with my internet so I was basically offline all day lol and I'm trying to catch up now, I have work piling up and tasks to do but nothing that a positive attitude won't fix ^^