#that I’m as anxious as the poor bby

[einradi]

Successfully drugged the anxious cat so godspeed to me maybe he won’t dump all his bowels on the car ride to the vet

[davnittbraes]

The Third Step - Chapter Twenty-Two

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (not this chapter but series as a whole)

Word Count: 5100

Warnings etc.: anxiety, introspection, a smidge of fluffy domesticity, a pinch of banter, excessive description of nighttime, ANGST, mentions of past emotional and physical trauma, mentions of slavery and forced confinement, mentions of potentially abusive strict religious code, two poor lil bbys finding solace in each other I’m crying 😭

Notes: I’m going to officially jump off the edge into AU territory here, because I just can’t resist using a headcanon of mine re: The Tribe’s social structure and culture and I get the feeling it won’t align with what we actually see in the show. Filoni, please don’t fail me in S3.

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

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The mid-afternoon sun filters down through the trees, painting the forest floor in dappled blues and greys, catching on the blue-leaved saplings and ferns that grow in patches scattered over the forest floor. There’s nothing but forest as far as you can see, endless stretches of trees and gently rolling hills, the only sounds the soft susurration of the wind through the leaves above. 

You’d shed your jacket before setting out and slipped on a sleeveless shirt, anxious to fully immerse yourself in the natural beauty of this little planet, and the breeze is pleasantly warm on your skin. 

It’s grounding, being in this sort of solitude again. You haven’t been this far from another person - and you’re still only about half an hour’s walk from the Crest - since before you’d joined Mando and the kid. It almost feels like seeing an old friend after a long time has passed, familiarizing yourself with how you used to move about the world, the quiet that makes your thoughts bloom brighter, louder, nothing to interfere or distract them. 

You slip through the trees, meandering, no particular destination in mind, keeping the sun on your left so you can find your way back when you’re ready. 

Smiling to a tree as you pass it, your fingers graze the small bump in your blaster holster belt - there was always Mando’s comlink if you get lost. 

Kriff, how embarrassing would that be, though. Having to call him to come rescue you because you got lost on a little walk through the woods?

A memory flashes across your thoughts - flying above Mos Eisley, his arms cradling you close to his chest, your nose tucked into his neck and the scent of him filling your lungs.

Ok, maybe being rescued by him wasn’t so bad.

The branches just above your head rustle, a distinctive skittering of tiny claws on bark. 

A quick scan of the trees above doesn’t show you anything, maybe it’s gone -

There. 

It’s only a blur of grey, movement so quick you can’t really make it out before it disappears behind the truck of a tree. 

One of the small, tree-dwelling animals, must be. 

The creature is probably just curious, and you have absolutely no intention of disturbing it. 

But there’s a lot more of them than there is of you. 

Your gaze drifts over the trees around you, searching for any movement, any sign of animals or otherwise. 

Nothing. 

Except - the trees thin out, just over there. You can see swathes of the pale blue sky between them, instead of the shifting glimpses in the forest around you. 

Curiosity wars with caution. 

Less trees means less cover, more exposure to anyone - or anything - that might be around. 

But when are you going to get another chance to free roam through a beautiful forest like this one?

Curiosity is already moving your feet before you can think of a counter-argument. 

You weave through the thinning trees, all senses tuned for signs of movement around you. 

Dank farrik. Beautiful.

The forest ends abruptly, cut off by a wide canyon that eats up most of the ground in your sightline, with a steep drop down to thick brush below. Cliffs of white stone shimmer in the sunlight on the far side, dotted with - are those caves? Interesting. 

A tree branch just over your shoulder suddenly bends, dips sharply.

Your blaster is out of its holster and in your hand before you register the round, furry creature on the end of the branch. 

It’s curled in on itself with all four paws gripping the branch tight. Standing on its hind legs, it would probably be as half as tall as the kid. Grey and silver-striped fur covers its entire body, down to the tip of its long, thin tail, which is currently wrapped securely around the branch it’s perched on. 

And two large, circular eyes stare at you, unblinking, bright blue irises fixed on the blaster in your hand. 

Slowly, you relax your finger off the trigger, keeping your voice soft and unassuming. “Hello.”

Those bright blue eyes flick to yours, snubbed snout twitching. 

Ok, well. That’s better than attacking you. 

So not inherently aggressive toward people, at least. 

“Sorry to disturb you, I was just taking in the view.” You shift your feet just a little, intentionally, watching for its reaction. 

The creature glances at your boots then back to your feet, tail twitching on the branch. 

Likely one of the larger predators in this area, then, if it doesn’t spook easily. 

But if it’s not scared of people and also not used to being threatened, that could mean it’s not afraid to act aggressively, too. 

Time to go. 

You give the creature a little half-smile. “Well, I should be getting back. Enjoy your evening.” 

That bright blue gaze never wavers as you deliberately turn to the forest, step back into the trees. 

You only get a few paces before the skittering of little paws sounds off above your head. Looking up, you can see flashes of grey fur and a rounded body moving quickly through the treetops, following your path. 

The creature stops right above you, this time sitting out in the open, blatantly watching you. 

With curiosity, hopefully. 

It follows you all the way back to the clearing the Razor Crest is in, occasionally leaping from one branch to another in order to keep up, though it never moves closer, maintaining what it obviously seems is a safe distance from you. 

Which you’re fine with, the last thing you want is for it to feel unsafe in its own home. 

As you near the clearing’s edge, the sunlight glints off the Razor Crest’s hull, dazzling your vision for a moment. A quick glance shows you no sign of Mando or the kid, but they’re around somewhere, no doubt. 

The rustling above stills, and you pause, looking up into the trees, searching - there, two bright blue eyes peeking out between a cluster of leaves, just out of your reach. 

“Is this where we part ways?” You gesture to the ship, and the creature’s nose twitches again in something like a response. “I’m guessing you’re not eager to get close to the giant shiny thing. Or the smaller but equally imposing shiny thing and his tiny green sidekick.”

The creature suddenly chirps, a high-pitched shrill sound, and takes off in a flurry of frantic movement. 

Your instincts kick in hard, and immediately your blaster is in hand again, boots shifting to turn and assess the danger, heart in your throat. 

Mando. 

Standing there a few paces away, the kid in the crook of his arm. 

The black visor turns back to you from where it was focused on the animal’s departure. “Adding to our collection of adorable creatures again?

You smile at the reference, remembering the sweet little houjix on Kinyen. “Unfortunately, the recruitment campaign was unsuccessful this time.”

“We’ve got our hands full, anyway.” He bends to set the kid down, the little guy wriggling free at the last minute to start shuffling toward you. 

Holstering your blaster, you squat to grab him, dramatically swinging him up into your arms as you straighten, laughing along with his giggle. “Is that right, kiddo? We got our hands full with you?”

Big amber eyes blink up at you, his ears slanting downward just a bit in a perfect expression of innocence. 

You lightly flick the end of an ear. “Can’t fool me with that look, I know who ate all the cookies I hid from the last supply run. And it wasn’t me or your dad.”

He suddenly turns away, squirming to get down, and you carefully set him back on his feet, clicking your tongue as he shuffles away. “I see how it is, confronted with the truth and you take off. Well, don’t go too far, we’re going to practice reading in a minute.”

Mando watches the kid move away, black visor trained on him while a gloved hand lifts toward you, pulling you closer when you take it. “He missed you.”

Your smile grows as you move to stand beside him, pressed against his arm. “I missed him, too. Though it was good to get out for a bit.” Glancing at Mando out of the corner of your eye, you squeeze his hand once. “What about you? Miss me?”

The helmet tilts in consideration, playful regret heavy in his modulated voice. “Guess I’m getting used to having you around.”

“How unfortunate for you.”

“I’ve dealt with worse.”

You shift closer, and the helmet turns to look at you, his hidden gaze heavy on yours as you press your breasts to his bicep, run your free hand down his arm to slip a finger under the cuff of his wrist and caress the warm skin there. “Still. What can I do to ease your suffering?”

His arm flexes slightly, a tremor you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been so close to him. “I can think of a few things.”

A spark of want flickers in your core at the low rasp of his voice, but it’s quickly suppressed by mild amusement as movement across the clearing catches your gaze. “You’ll have to tell me later. Right now, we should probably handle that.”

The helmet turns fast, a muttered curse you can’t quite make out filtering through the modulator as he obviously spots the kid clawing his way up the trunk of a tree, already a few feet off the ground. 

Both of you move as one, striding quickly toward him, and even though your hands had parted with the motion, you feel the warmth of his palm against yours for a long time after. 

*****

Night comes slowly on this planet. It creeps along the horizon, a barely noticeable shift of colour and light that washes infinitesimally through the trees, shadows growing longer until they blend together and blanket the world in comforting dark. 

The hull of the Razor Crest is still warm from the fading sunlight as you lean against the frame of the open crew door. Soft sounds float through the hold behind you, Mando putting the kid to bed after an evening of play and reading practice. A small smile curves your lips, remembering those big, amber eyes studying the words on the datapad as you and Mando took turns showing the kid the respective objects. 

Trying to teach him “ball” might have been a mistake - as soon as you brought out the metal sphere that screws onto one of the levers on the ship’s control console, the kid’s attention had shifted immediately and lesson time abruptly ended. 

You were happy with the progress, though. Well, not that there was much, it was hard to tell what the kid understood. But he’d been attentive, surprisingly focused. You had hope he would learn to read, and be able to move through life with a skill you knew from experience was worth more credits than you’d ever earn. 

Now lesson time was over, play time done, and you and Mando have the night to yourselves. 

Breathing deep, you close your eyes for a moment, focus on feeling the cool, sweet air filling your lungs, the rustle of leaves in the trees on the edge of the clearing as the breezes sifts through them. 

Kriff. This is nice. 

It’s been a while since you simply stood and enjoyed the night like this. Probably Bakura, that would have been the last time - sitting on your back deck, thinking about where the next step in your life was going to take you, just before a certain Mandalorian had appeared, looking for help for a sick kid. 

But before that, you had loved it, the transition from day to dark. It had been - still was - a moment of peace, calm. Tranquility. 

With the night came quiet. Time to lose yourself in thought, no demands to be met, no fear of retribution for resting. 

A dull throb of something like hurt swirls through the pit of your stomach as memories float to the surface of your thoughts. 

Memories usually buried deep, locked away. 

You open your eyes, automatically tilting your face up, gaze fixing on the two moons rising above the treetops. 

Memories of looking up to find other moons, on countless other planets, sometimes through windows, sometimes through cracks in ceilings. Sometimes only in your mind, the cold press of binders on your ankles nothing like the cool brush of dewy grass on your skin, as hard as you tried to imagine it was. 

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you force yourself to smile at the moons. Because those memories - that’s not now. They’re old, faded with time, distant in the past. 

Now, you have this, a quiet night on a remote planet, a ship you call home, a little creature who has nestled deep in your heart. 

And him. 

Soft bootsteps head toward you from the hold, and moments later a strong arm is curving around your waist, solid frame standing close. 

“Kid is asleep.” His modulated voice floats just over your shoulder. “You ok?”

“Yeah, just… thinking.” You push those memories aside, leaning back into his embrace. His pauldron digs into your shoulderblade, sparking an question you’ve been musing on for a while. 

The problem is, you’re not sure if it’s… inappropriate. Maybe it’s frowned upon, even shamed. 

But you want to know more, want to understand -

“You’re thinking too loud again, tionas.”

“Dank farrik.” Sighing, you turn to face him, resting your palms on his breastplate. “You sure that helmet doesn’t come with mind-reading abilities?”

He hums noncommittally, free hand settling on the small of your back. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Ok. This is him, it’s fine, just ask. 

You slip your hand across his chest to trace the symbol on his pauldron. “Can you tell me about this? What it means?” 

Too much, too forward, you shouldn’t -

Anxiety chips away at your forced confidence, and it instantly crumbles. “Pfassk, I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer, I just - I don’t know, teaching the kid to read tonight brought back some memories and I got lost in the past there for a minute and when I came back I realized I don’t really know much about your past and that’s ok because that’s what we agreed to when we met, that we don’t have to share our secrets, really it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, please just forget about it and crikking hells I’m rambling I’ll shut up now.”

The last few words push out of you in a rush, and you groan in frustration, bringing both hands up to cover your face. What is wrong with you, kriff, you need to get a hold of yourself, you can’t be dissolving into nonsense like this. 

Long, leather-clad fingers wrap around your wrists and pull your hands away. Your vision fills with black and silver, reassuring, steadying the reactive nervous flinch that tries to pull you away from him. 

He calmly places on of your hands back on his chest, the other over the symbol on his pauldron. “A lot has changed since we first met.”

You huff a laugh, still fighting to shake off the itch of anxiety. “Understatement.”

His soft chuckle is soothing. “It is. Everything is different with you, now.”

Those familiar words sink through your skin, the warm bright thing in your chest flares in response, burning away the last of your anxiousness. 

He leans in, gently taps his forehead to yours, the beskar cool on your skin. “My secrets are yours.”

Your heartbeat skitters, a deep breath steadies it as your fingers glide over the symbol. “Ok. Then will you tell me what this means?”

The helmet turning to look down at your hand on his shoulder. “It’s my clan signet.”

A memory, his soft voice telling you how he had defeated a massive beast. When he first saw the kid use his powers. “The mudhorn?”

He nods once. “My tribe’s leader said I earned it but I… resisted, at first, because I thought…”

A deep breath filters through the modulator, his shoulders rising and falling with it. “The kid was a quarry. It didn’t feel right, an enemy had helped me. But the next time we spoke of it, she gave me my mission - reunite the kid with the Jedi, care for him as my own until then. She insisted I had earned my signet.”

You slip your fingers under the cloth of his cowl, find his warmth underneath. “She must have known how important he was to you, even then.”

He pauses, clearly considering your words, then hums in agreement. “She is very wise. I should have listened to her the first time. But I doubted myself. The earning of a signet is a rite of passage. Especially for someone like me.”

There’s a hint of something heavy in his voice, something like regret. You slide the hand on his pauldron down to find his bicep, squeezing reassuringly. “Someone like you?”

“A foundling.” He pauses, words muted by emotion despite what you can tell is a strong effort to ignore it. “Mandalorians view adoption as the same as blood relation. We have a saying - aliit ori’shya tal’din. ‘Family is more than blood.’ But the foundlings rescued during the Clone War are… kept separate. Adoption isn’t allowed for us. We are expected to found clans of our own, to replace those that were destroyed.”

He’s said these words to himself many times before, you can tell. Practiced forcing pride for his people’s ability to survive against all odds into the words, repeating them until it sounded convincing. 

But you’ve grown accustomed to listening for any slight inflection, any hints of emotion in his voice. And you can hear it, the hurt underneath those words. 

The pain of being forced to be different. Of not being permitted a clan. A family. 

Maybe it’s louder because it echoes the hurt in your own heart. 

What comfort can you give him, when you’re still trying to heal that same part of yourself? 

A breeze floats through the open door, carrying the cool scent of the forest. Those memories resurface, those many moons and stars and dark horizons, the ache in your chest as you gazed upon them.

Your fingers find the outline of his collarbone underneath his cowl, thumb grazing the shape through his layers of clothing. “Mine are yours, too, you know. My secrets.”

He lifts a hand to gently cup your cheek in silent thanks, warmth of his broad palm quickly seeping through the leather of his glove. 

Your words falter, unsure. “Can I… show you one? A secret of mine?”

“Of course.”

Anxiety surges up the back of your throat, bitter on your tongue, and you swallow it back down. 

You can do this. You can face those memories, for him. 

Taking Mando’s hand, you lead him down the ramp into the clearing, pausing when your boots hit grass to look back at the ship. “Can you close the door? It’s best if there’s as little light interference as possible.”

He releases your hand, deftly keys the command into his vambrace, looking back to you as the door slides shut. The only light is moonlight, filling the clearing with a pale glow that blurs the edges of shapes and outlines. 

Perfect. 

You move a little further away from the ship to the centre of the clearing where the night sky is most visible, and cross your legs underneath you, sinking down to the ground. A shuffle of movement and he joins you, stretching one long leg out in front of himself, bending the other at the knee to prop an arm up. 

The moonlight glimmers off his armour, setting it aglow, and for a moment you can’t think, can’t remember what you were doing here because your thoughts are filled with him, the fluid grace of his movements and the blatant strength behind them, the way he follows your silent request to join you in sitting without question or hesitation. 

If you had any doubt left about whether or not you could trust him with what you’re about to say, it would have vanished in that moment. 

The warm bright thing in your chest pulses in time with your heartbeat. 

Gesturing toward the sky, you look up, let your gaze drift over the star-studded dome above you. Take a deep breath. Begin. 

“When I was a kid, night was always my favourite. My owners were usually asleep, so it was the only time I had to myself. No chores, no duties, no demands, just me and the dark. I would sit at whatever window I had access to and watch the world, covered in night.”

His helmet tilts, black visor turned to the sky, gloved hand finding yours in the grass. The way his long fingers curl around your palm is a blessed distraction. 

A reminder that he’s still here, despite knowing who - what - you used to be. 

Breathing the silent reassurance in with the cool breeze, you smile, let your thoughts drift. “Everything looks so different, at night. Buildings, mountains, plains, all of it. Like those trees -“ you point toward the forest - “so pretty and delicate in the daylight, now they’re shadows with mysteries of the creatures that live among them. As if they lead two different lives, one they show to the light world and one they only show in secret.”

A subtle movement in the branches nearby draws your attention, but it stops before your gaze can fix on it. “The animals are different, too. At night, nocturnal creatures invade, move along the same paths as those day dwellers, making them their own for the night. Animals who have learned to live without the comfort and safety of warm sunlight, to not just exist but thrive.”

The helmet flashes in the moonlight as he follows your gaze, again when you turn back to look at the sky once more. 

Even though you’ve seen a starry night sky countless times, there’s something about it that still takes your breath away, turns your voice soft with wonder. “Then there’s the sky. That’s always my favourite part.”

Words fail you for a moment, your gaze taking in the endless expanse of stars and swathes of dust in wide lines, pricks of light and shimmering arches against a field of dark. Countless planets, moons, nebulas - worlds, filled with cities and wilderness and as many people as there are stars. 

He shifts beside you, letting go of your hand. “Stay like that.”

You watch him move to sit behind you, confused. “What are you doing?”

“There are night filters on my helmet I can’t turn off.”

Realization fires panic through your veins, and you turn away frantically. “Oh, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, we can stop -“

“It’s ok, I want to see what you see.” His back presses against yours, and a glint of metal flickers in the corner of your eye, his hands setting something in the grass beside him -

His helmet. 

Your heartbeat pounds in your throat. 

He’s right behind you, bare-faced. All it would take is a simple turn of your head and…

Something hot and sickly turns your stomach. 

You can’t even think it. 

He trusts you. More than he’s ever trusted anyone before. 

And you’ll never betray that trust. 

The breeze catches on the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, and you blink to clear them, refocus your gaze on the sky above. “I’ve always thought the night sky is the most beautiful part of any planet. The stars, planets, moons - light and dark, contrasts that could never exist in the day. And there’s a depth that your eyes can never quite see the end of - no matter how hard you focus on the dark parts, it’s like there’s always something, some little faint light that your eyes can’t see. But it’s there, and it could be a tiny star, or a planet with trillions of people. Only the universe knows.”

He’s quiet but you sense that he’s still listening, so you continue, bringing your knees up against your chest and hugging them close, as if they were a barrier protecting you from the dull throb of emotion that grows with every word you speak. 

“I used to try and see those faint lights as a kid, figure out what they were. Imagine that, maybe, they were planets or ships with people who…” The words stop up in your throat, and you breath deep to clear them, push them out. “People who knew me, knew where… where I came from. And maybe they knew I wasn’t supposed to be a slave, that there was somewhere I belonged, and they were looking for me.”

The night sky disappears from your sight as your eyelids squeeze shut. “I used to imagine I had a family up there, and I would find them one day.”

Tears threaten to spill and you shake your head firmly. No, you will not cry over those memories. Not any more. Because they are the past, and what you have here, right now, is important. 

Clearing your throat, you open your eyes, focus on the dark outline of the trees swaying gently in the breeze. “Sorry, I got away from myself for a moment there. I just wanted you to know that I… I understand what it feels like to not… belong. And to wish you did.”

A flare of anxiety makes your fingers twitch. “Anyway, it probably sounds like a child’s silly daydream - or night-dream is that a thing? Well, there’s dreams you have at night, but that’s not what I mean, obviously.”

“Every child dreams of things they don’t have.” His unmodulated voice is so soft, it’s familiarity soothing the sharp edges of your memories. “And you had more reason than most to dream.”

You blink up at the stars, processing his words. “Maybe. But you’re right, every child dreams, just as every child has to struggle through something. We can’t compare our struggles, only try to understand them. Because surviving those struggles is what makes us who we are.”

A stillness settles over him. You look down at your knees, uncertainty squirming behind your ribs.

Did you say something wrong? Did you go too far? What -

“You remind me of him.”

His words pull you out of the threatening anxiety spiral, and you tilt your head just a bit, curious. “Of who?”

“Din Djarin.” 

Mild confusion buzzes through your limbs, and you frown at the dark trees.

He takes a deep breath, a sigh that moves gently against your back. “I will always be grateful to them. Without my tribe, I would not have survived.”

There’s a rustle of motion, whatever he’s trying to say obviously making him restless. “When I came of age, I put on the armour, swore to follow The Way to my last breath. Became a Mandalorian. Faceless. And nameless. That’s how we ensure the Creed stays true. By erasing who we are. Making us only Mandalorian.”

A particularly strong breeze swirls around the two of you, pulls the edge of his cowl along your arm, and your fingers dig into the skin of your calves with the urge to touch him. Let him speak, let him finish, he needs this. 

He huffs a laugh - not his usual one. This sounds is full of disbelief, heavy with regret. “But you remind me that under the armour and the Creed - maybe even despite it… Din is still there.”

Time stops. 

Realization washes through you, cold and hot at the same time. 

Din is still there. 

Din Djarin. 

His name. 

That warm bright thing in your chest suddenly bursts, fills your entire body with an overwhelming need to somehow prove that you see him. Under all of it, despite all of it, you see him. “Everything you’ve been through… you… you call me ‘undefeated.’”

The words shift, change as they push past your tight throat into the night, soft. “I think Din is ne’kotir, too.”

Silence. 

Drawn out, thick and heavy, settling over you, undisturbed by the steady, gentle breeze. 

Then he’s moving, quick motions that you can’t follow by listening, and -

His arms pull you back against his chest, legs border yours as he wraps his frame around you, and your eyelids slam shut instinctively just as a gloved hand slides over them, tilts your head back into the crook of his elbow. 

Then his lips are on yours and you stop breathing. 

His free hand cradles your face, fingers curve along the back of your neck, holding you there as his lips move so softly, coax a whimper from your chest.

You can taste them - the words he wants to say, sweet, the same words that hover at the tip of your own tongue. Remain unsaid, but there, in the way his breath stutters against your cheek. 

Slowly, he pulls away, gently turning your head back to face the trees and letting the hand over your eyes fall to your waist. 

Your lungs fill again, shaky, fluttering at the same pace as your pulse. He settles closer to you, tugs you deeper into his embrace, arms securely around your midriff, chin resting on the top of your head. 

It’s quiet in the clearing, a few moments passing with just the sift of the wind through the leaves. 

His hands find yours, threading your fingers together over your stomach, his voice soft and low. “You’re right, tionas. Every child struggles. Fights to survive.” He swallows hard, presses his lips to the top of your head. “I survived before I met you. Now, I live. Din lives.”

The words reverberate, weave through every part of you until they find their echo in the depths of that warm, bright thing in your chest. 

And you know there is no reply, nothing that could be said to convey everything you feel in this moment.

So you pull his arms tighter around you, breathe deep the scent of the night mingled with him, with Din, and let your gaze drift up to the sky, seek out those dark voids where dreams used to hide, and smile at the reality surrounding you. 

***** Mando’a translations

Tionas - question

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PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

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You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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[qui-02]

When you fall asleep on their shoulder

Characters: Todoroki, Deku, Bakugou, Amajiki, Kuroiro,Monoma

Note: Something quick before I head to bed have a good day/night everyone:)

Jjk version

When he felt something leaning against his shoulder he wasn’t surprised when he saw a sleeping Y/N, he thought you looked so cute so he made sure to appreciate the moment wishing it would last foreverl

He makes sure that you are in a comfortable position so he repositions your head so you don’t have neck pain afterwards. He would also reposition himself so he could find a comfortable position to sleep too. He gives you a kiss on the forehead before saying “sleep well love”

Everyone in the bus thought that you were the cutest couple!! (Not Kaminari whining because he doesn’t have a girlfriend,lol)

When you arrive to your destination he would slowly wake you up trying to do it slowly so he later doesn’t have to deal with a grumpy Y/N,lol. Shoto never likes to be the reason that you are upset with him, he wants to be the reason you smile and laugh all the time :)

He slightly jumped because he wasn’t expecting you to fall asleep on his shoulder out of nowhere. He also becomes stiff like a board

Starts blushing because we all know that you can get him flustered in seconds

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do but he decided not to move because he didn’t want to wake you up. He moves some of your soft hair from your face so it doesn’t bother you nor you cover it with your drool. (He doesn’t mind that you drool,he probably does it himself)

Depending how he is feeling and how tiered he is he may join you for a nap but if not he makes sure that your head isn’t falling from his shoulder,lol. “Ahh,take it easy puppy. I’m here to look after you ok? Go back to sleep now.” Give a you a kiss on the cheek and smiles at you because he loves you so much and feels so lucky to have you.

When you fell asleep on his shoulder he stayed looking at you like ‘really? You just feel asleep?’ He is a softie for you so he pushes you against him so you are in a more comfortable position and he gets to slightly cuddle you and clean your drool. “Tch, you dumbass drooling all over me” gives you a kiss on your cheek because you look so cute and cuddly

When it’s time to get off the bus he isn’t the nicest nor the sweetest to wake you up but he tried, besides he would never hear the end of Kirishima and Kaminari. “Oi idiot, it’s time to wake up” You don’t care that he woke you up that roughly because you know that he was smiling when you fell asleep on him.

He noticed when your eyes were getting heavy so he was expecting it, still his face turns into a tomato. (Not him looking for Miro on the school bus to see if he tells him something but Mirio is fast asleep already and Neijire is taking to someone)

“b-bunny?” You were to busy taking a nap to answer him and your dream was to good to wake up from it. He doesn’t move because he thinks that if he moves you will wake up and get angry at him, poor bby he is anxious. He decided just to try and enjoy the moment so he closed his eyes and soon he was drooling over you.

Since he didn’t get in a comfortable position his arm and shoulder fell asleep,lol (Amajiki internally cries) It was all worth it at the end since he got to see a happy and smiling Y/N giving her best at training and having fun.

He will be internally screaming because YOU the girls that he loves so much feels comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He will get really happy and like Shoto he will appreciate the moment.

He gives you a kiss on the forehead before repositioning your head so you booth are comfortable. All the bus ride he was sleeping with a smile on his face. (Kendo being happy for her mate because she knows he gets so soft for you)

When the ride is over he shyly wakes you “Y-Y/N-Chan,wake up the ride is over.We need to get off the bus, Comon let’s go” you slowly open your eyes and give him a warm and big smile “thanks for being my pillow Kuroiro,you are the best” you stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Now he is so flustered and fell in love with you all over again. (Started repeating what just happened over and over again)

Anyways I believe in soft Kuroiro 🛐🛐🛐

He acts really annoyed at the fact that you just fell asleep on him but actually he is a softie just for you. He thinks that you look really cute sleeping but would deny it if Kendo asked. “You always need me don’t you? I’ll let this slips and I will allow you to use me as your pillow because I care for you”

He ends up falling asleep but is woken up when some tea is spilled on the bus,lol. He always wants to know what the latest gossip is and attack people with it. When it time to wake you up he slightly pokes your cheeks and if that doesn’t work he goes to plan B “Wake up Y/N before anyone sees you drooling”

He really is a smug bastard but we all love him, or we’ll at least you do.

Tagg list @pinkteamae @gabbys-simphotline

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[bangchanswolfpelt]

idk why the thought of soobin having such a big cock and balls turns me on so much, and to make matters worse,thinking about him cumming really easily and so much each time makes me even weaker. i don't think I will ever get past this concept. also what do you think about sub!soob who has a huge breeding kink and constantly wants to be a good boy and fill you up to the brim? i think you could def teach him to never waste his cum and only cum inside you. bby's cum is precious and reserved for you

i'm right there with you, boo, i’m wild about cumplay and thinkin about what an absolute mess Soobin would be fucking d e s t r o y s  me. 😭

ugh, he'd be SO into breeding—i feel like it's something you'd have to kind of drag out of him a little, he's so timid and shy once things get heated. just getting to cum inside of you would feel like something thrilling and forbidden to him, he probably asks for permission every time and there’s always gonna be a part of him that’s all fluttery surprised when you give it no matter how many times he fills you up.

regardless of whether it’s possible, Soobin wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about getting you pregnant, but would also be way too anxious to actually bring it up. if you bring it up yourself, though, he’ll d i e—ask him sweetly if your baby’s going to put a baby in you and watch as he turns into a whimpering, babbling mess for you. the thought of getting you pregnant, of you having his baby, makes him feel so soft and desperate and loved, he’ll cum so fast then just keep fucking you through it. if you want his baby, he’ll turn himself into a crying, overstimulated mess to give it to you, emptying his aching balls into you until you’re filled up with everything he has in him. 🥰

i think you could def teach him to never waste his cum and only cum inside you. bby's cum is precious and reserved for you

hello hi i’m fucking feral over this thought thank you 😈

Soobin's actually real embarrassed about how needy and messy he is when it comes to sex, and convincing him that you love it takes some work. when you first start having sex, he probably sneaks away to jerk off in the bathroom, just because he has so much anxiety around asking for sex too much. he doesn’t want you thinking that sex is the only thing he wants just because he can’t be around you and not get hard, or you getting irritated because sex with him is such an ordeal, you do all the work just for him to cum too fast and then there’s all that cum to clean up when it’s over. which is how he ends up locking himself in your bathroom and tugging at his cock frantically, face buried in your still-damp towel because he can’t contain stay quiet, and also because it still smells like your conditioner. 🥺

there’s only so many times he can do this before you catch him, though. at first, you’re mostly just confused, with a little self-consciousness leaking through. why is your boyfriend jerking off in your bathroom? if he needed to get off, why wouldn’t he just ask you for help?

but all it takes is one look at him, cheeks pink with shame and desire, as Soobin confesses quietly that he didn’t want to bother you—you don’t even have to think before you’re shoving him up against the wall, wrapping one hand around his cock and tangling the other in his hair to drag his mouth down to yours, teeth clashing awkwardly as you kiss him like you want climb inside him and inhabit him. when you finally have him teetering right on the edge, you shimmy up onto the sink and push your underwear to the side, determined to have him inside you when he cums. legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, you pull him into your arms and press his cock into you greedily—he’s cumming as soon as you slide the tip inside, a soft keening noise escaping him with the first spurt that paints your walls—but you fuck him through it, each fresh surge of cum that fills you just easing the stretch around him.

once he’s emptied himself into you, you make him watch as you use him to get yourself off. you lean back so he has a clear view of where he’s still buried inside of you, take his hand to dip his fingers into the cum leaking out of you before guiding them in circles around your clit. your hold on him loosens just enough to let his poor, overstimulated cock slip out, before you take hold of it and drag it through the sticky mess he’s made of your folds, teasing at your own entrance with the swollen head. soon enough, you don’t need to guide his touch across your body—Soobin alternating between rutting against your slick, plush lips and fingering the mess of your mingling fluids back into you, thumb working your clit steadily through it all.

as the tension in your body builds, you fixate on the sight of his teeth digging into his pillowy lower lip, reach up to swipe a streak of his own cum across the glossy pink of his mouth. without hesitating, he takes your digit into his mouth and sucks, his tongue curling against the pad of your thumb. the sight of him with his lips wrapped around you, looking wantonly up at you through dark lashes, is enough to short your circuits, your orgasm rolling through your body like a blackout.

afterwards, when you’ve both caught your breath and your legs are steady enough to keep you upright, you slide off the sink and clean each other up. with his sheepishness banished (for the moment), you have the first of a few talks with Soobin, carefully feeling out each other’s desires and insecurities, and laying out the groundwork for a new set of rules.

tagged: @jensdior

[akakeiiji]

could you do the prompt where the player accidentally spikes their ball to y/n but with asahi and ushijima as well? love your writing

I have such a hard time writing for Ushijima ugh, which sucks bc I love him sm 🥺

✂︎・・・masterlist

-`,✎ Asahi and Ushijima's reaction to you accidentally being hit by their spike

Asahi Azumane

A MESS TBH

He's screaming apologies at you and asking if you're okay at the same time

Basically he's that one meme where the person ends up mixing "I'm sorry." and "Are you okay?" together and says "ARE YOU SORRY?!"

He is so apologetic and guilty, you have to console the poor bby so much

He gets kinda teary eyed ngl protect him

Afterwards he gets thrown off his game that day because he keeps getting anxious and thinks he'll hit someone again

"I am a danger to the ones around me."

"Don't be so dramatic–"

Daichi ends up scolding him because he would hold back when spiking

"WHAT IF I KILL SOMEONE?!"

Afterwards he'd be clingier than usual, it's his way of making up to you

He'd be gentler too, he'd act as if you were a procelain doll

He'll always be worrying about you, you can't blame him, he just loves you too much

Ushijima Wakatoshi

To an outsider's point of view, it would seem like Ushijima wasn't really bothered that his rogue spike slammed into you

But you could see that he was genuinely concerned for you from the way the corners of his lips were pulled down into a frown as he helped you back up to your feet

He immediately asks if you need to go to the hospital, not the school infirmary, but an actual hospital

He is more than aware of how strong he is, he was afraid that he broke you or something

Bless him, he's just worried about you, he isn't taking any risks

You have to remind him that you're tuffer than you look and he can't help but let out a small smile he thinks you're adorable

Regardless he'll still bring you to the infirmary to fetch a cold compress for the bruise that was starting to show

He doesn't look like it but he's really just a big teddy bear

[hawks-feathers]

heyyy, i rlly dont know if your requests are open so they'r not u can just ignore that! but, if they are open, could you please do some hcs for tamaki dating a younger s/o? if it's not too much, could you use a fem gender? thank you and sorry for my bad english lol

AN: ahh I’m sorry about the wait ;-; I’ve been busy with work. Moving departments and what not.I’m also just assuming by younger you mean under 18 so no nsfw this time. Also I have a couple other requests I’m going to try and get out today/soon. Requests are still open!! So feel free to send more in (just beware the wait) and without further ado

Later an: I hope you meant tamaki amajiki and not hawks 😅

Tamaki Amajiki with a younger (fem) reader HC’S

I’ll be honest with you age doesn’t really change much with the way amajiki acts towards his significant other.

He’d still be a shy bean. It’s canon this boy has social anxiety which I don’t think someone being younger would change that.

However I do think that it might be easier/faster for amajiki to open up to someone who’s younger then him.

I think he might feel less anxiety knowing he’s an upper class men.

Then again that could be the other way around also, he might feel stressed about that as well. But my personal opinion (and for the sake of the headcanon haha) I think he takes peace in the underclass men

It helps that he’s part of the top three and the younger kids look up to him, though sometimes he feels like he might disappoint them.

Let’s say you’re either an older year one (16) or a year two (17). There could be many different scenarios on how you and amajiki met (if you weren’t already friends beforehand)

My personal favorite is the class was forced to fight someone from the top three depending on your weaknesses. You just so happened to fight amajiki.

After the fight (you lose of course) you walked up to amajiki (whose with mirio) and ask him how you could’ve been better/improved

Amajiki being the shy boy he is hides behind mirio mumbling under his breath. Mirio apologizes and asks you to hang around them more and maybe amajiki would warm up to you.

Which mirio was right, it started with walking in the halls together, to eating lunch and finally hanging out after school, you instantly became part of their group despite the age difference.

The relationship starts very awkward tbh, but! He is the one to initiate it!

After months of hanging out and mirio ditching last minute because he “forgot he had a thing” amajiki finally asked you out to a picnic. Though he hardly got it out he was stuttering so bad (poor bby)

The dates are either awkward at first of you do most of the talking. When amajiki sees you’re comfortable around him it makes him feel good about himself.

I feel like amajiki could listen to you speak for hours. He’d stare at your face as your spoke. Sometimes spacing out because he was admiring your beauty.

If you caught him he’d definitely blush and get all flustered though

I feel like amajiki would be very protective and gentle with a younger S/O. He’d ask before he held your hand or kissed you (a blushing mess as he asked of course)

Even your first kiss , this silly cutie asked if he could kiss you first. We love that for him.

He’ll glance up at you if he sees you get up and watch you walk. He knows you’re not gunna trip going from the couch to the counter but it’s habit at this point I guess.

You guys sometimes hang out but never even talk. You’ll be sitting next to him and neither of you say anything. You just enjoy each other’s company.

The biggest change I think with amajiki having a younger S/O would be the cuddling. He would be the big spoon.

He loves when you lay your head in his lap. He plays with your hair unconsciously.

You guys fell asleep so many times leaning against each other. You’d be cuddled up next to him or something and you’d fall asleep, he wouldn’t want to wake you so he’d just fall asleep also and he’d just rest his head on top of yours.

He definitely feels the need to protect you, he’d ask you if your ate or if you were getting enough sleep.

However when he asked these questions he’d beat around the bush. He’d never straight up as if you ate enough or if you’re well rested but he’d be like “did you enjoy lunch today?” Or “what’d you dream about last night”

He’s so scared he’ll come off as creepy. Even though at this point y’all are dating. (This dork I swear)

If he knew you weren’t getting enough sleep he’d make you nap when you guys next hung out. He wouldn’t even join you for cuddles because “he doesn’t want you to get distracted, you need sleep”

If he noticed you were sick he’d leave food outside your door, he didn’t wanna wake you and he didn’t wanna seem like he was being weird.

He’d ask you if you needed help with school work and if you said yes he’d stay over as long as you needed him to and he’d double check your work to assure you were doing things right.

I definitely don’t think amajiki would get embarrassed about having a S/O younger then him... he’s already anxious about having a S/O in general.

He’d subtly text you goodnight texts disguised as “I hope you’re sleeping.. it’s rather late and it’s not very good for you to stay up this late” but we love him and it’s the thought that counts.

Overall I think he’d treat you like your glass 24/7 because of the age difference. He feels responsible for your safety but he’s glad to protect you.

[appropriatelystupid]

is lego okay now that you're back 🥺

he is!!

my grandma had the audacity to call him aloof and grumpy and i had to explain that no no he’s just a big mommas boy who gets the most anxious when i’m gone :( poor bby

[sekceesimps]

Panicked Dwight w/ a comforting S/O

a/n thanks for the request, I love my bby boi Dwight so much! send feedback and requests in, Tea and I are always happy to respond and open to everything. We hope you enjoy this piece. Also if anyone wants to play DBD, DM us and we can play together on Steam. 

Sincerely Coffee

(I saw the pic somewhere on Twitter, I don’t know the artist, but all credit goes to them) 

- Dwight is an anxious man. He may be the leader, but that doesn’t always mean that he’s ready to lead. He tries, he really does, especially during matches with you around. He wants to show to you that he’s good protective boyfriend material. 

- Sometimes the pressure will go to his overactive head and he’ll be left after trials frantically reviewing the events of his previous actions with scrutiny. If he didn’t unhook enough people, he’ll be worried that everyone else hates him and that you’ll think he’s just a selfish coward.

- It doesn’t always help either when David gets aggressive to his face and yells at him after/during an intense match. Usually it's only your calm composure and kind words that keep him from having a full blown panic attack during trials. 

- During one particularly rough trial against Michael, Dwight got more worked up than usual. He was with you, Jake, and David and it was clear that the match would be a terrible loss. Within the first couple minutes Jake had already gotten taken out and moried. 

- The three of you, after only popping one generator, had come to terms with the fact that this match would result in all of you getting sacrificed or killed by The Shape. This doesn’t sway Dwight, as he tries to keep a brave face for you and David. David doesn’t particularly buy this and insults Dwight sporadically through the rest of the match. 

- This boy refuses to leave your side for the rest of the match, quietly giving orders to try and at least make the trial a little more even. Spoiler alert: it does not go as planned. 

- When Michael inevitably finds all of you, Dwight jumps in front of you to give you an opening to run. Unfortunately, he blocks David’s way out, setting the rugged risk taker aflame with anger and desperation. 

- This honest mistake sets off a chain reaction of Michael completely avoiding Dwight and lunging for David who leads the stalker over to you. It takes little over a minute for Michael to down you and David before also getting Dwight who was trying to save you. 

- After it’s all over, you look around for him at the campfire. You see Jake and a fuming David but your sweet Dwight was nowhere to be found. You decide to look for him over in the woods, at a special place where the two of you like to talk and relax. 

- At this point the two of you aren't dating, but it was pretty clear to everyone that you cared for and loved each other dearly. Dwight is still a little scared to ask you to be his officially

- Anyways, you find your nervous leader holding himself by a secluded tree near your spot. You make your presence known, not wanting to spook him like how Ghostface sometimes does to survivors outside of the camp. 

- “Hey, what’s going on love?” you murmur quietly and sit a little in front of him, trying to give him space in case he doesn’t want to be touched. His once silent sobs now break through the foliage loudly. “I’m so sorry. I’m just such a failure and a burden” He weeps and backs away from you. 

- “Please don’t say that,” you beg and look at him with glassy eyes, “I love you and need you. Can you take deep breaths with me.” You take notice of his incoming panic attack from the way his breathing was becoming irregular. 

- He uncharacteristically pulls you close to him and the two of you count together in the now calmed forest. You sit together in silence, taking in each other's presence. It’s not long before he’s resting his head on your chest. You stroke his tangled raven locks and gaze at him with a type of love that he’s never seen before

- He breaks the silence first, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you”. You hum and reassure him that it’s ok. He almost passes out when you ask him to be your boyfriend right after that. His wide doe eyes are stuck in shock. “Is that a yes or no?”, you ask, he’s nodding frantically now. You giggle a little at his reaction and continue to hold him tightly. The two of you at peace amongst the ominous atmosphere.  

- “I love you so much, Y/N” he declares in that instance. You kiss his forehead lightly and reassure him that you love him too and would never leave him. The two of you cuddle into each other's warmth, you were sure that nothing in the fog could stop you two now that you were together.  

BONUS

Danny was lurking around the campfire, looking for some poor survivor to surprise. He couldn't harm anyone outside of trials, but it sure was fun to scare the remaining light out of them. 

He chuckles when he sees his two favorite survivors cuddled up and asleep against a tree. He takes his camera out and takes a picture of the happy couple. Frank owes me some streamers he chuckles and makes his way back to the killer camp, deciding just this once to leave the two at peace. 

[bloodied-teardrops]

yandere genshin coming to the real world: razor bringing back dead animals like a cat. bonus points is the player has actual cats that also do this.

kaeya trying to seduce the player, who is too tired/anxious to really get involved.

childe teasing player any chance he gets until he is no longer allowed his tuesday cuddles.

venti with a cat mom player. he is suffering every day, but he cant get rid of the cat bc the player loves them so much and would be sad.

any character (but preferably diluc or zhongli) becoming slightly concerned by the things they say, and then finding out about the whole depression/anxiety thing

yan genshin but the player lives in america and its 2020. try not to die.

yan genshin with a player that means business and will not tolerate the shenanigans. childes beware.

childe in canada. its like snezhnaya, except better bc they have healthcare :)

chongyun in arizona. poor bby is dying.

literally any character with a player who participates in blm protests. they are always so worried and it drives them CRAZY

yan genshin with adhd player who suffers from chronic executive dysfunction. everything is hard and they just want a hug and a nap, and our anime boys are ready to provide.

yan genshin with a multilingual player! so cool!!!!

can our player sing? if so, the yans love every bit of it. however jealousy might ensue if they sing for the internet.

im in love with the idea of a player who's a huge nerd and hyperfixates on cool topics to explain to them later. the characters hang on to every word too, the player is so excited about it and its so cute

I’m sadly allergic to cats like Venti ; - ;

All of these are really fun. Especially characters being excited you’re excited and they find it so cute. Maybe even getting into things with you since this is a whole new world. Or finding their own interests and trying to get you involved too!

They can suck it up if singing on the internet brings in money. Unless they can pay for everything.

[kikis-writing-world]

Who’s The Boss

Summary: Max has a late night meeting with his boss to discuss his recent poor performance. She might have an idea or two on what he can do to keep his job.

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!OC (It is written third person, but there are very few descriptors. Could be read as F!Reader)

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating/Warnings: 18+ SMUT! D/S dynamics (sub!Max, use of “ma’am” and “good boy” honorifics), abuse of power (consensual boss/employee,) oral (f receiving,) squirting, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, role playing, established relationship, aftercare conversation (he’s a vamp and doesn’t really need any, but it’s brought up CUZ ITS IMPORTANT!) Swearing. No beta/editing. As always, if I miss a tag please feel free to let me know! I wanna keep my bbys safe <3

A/N: Idk why I thought I should write Max being dommed? I guess I wanted our vampire frat boy to be put in his place?. Anyway... here it is, I’m only mildly ashamed lol

Max watched as the final person boarded the elevator, finally leaving the office. He’d been anxious all day, uncharacteristically so, for the rest of his coworkers to leave for the night. He nearly felt like shooing Elaine out of the office by the time she was packing up. With the floor empty, he finally turned towards the closed door of the office.

She’d disappeared into the office about 40 minutes ago. The door was closed but the light was on, bleeding through the crack under the door. He steeled himself, not truly knowing what he was going to meet on the other side once he knocked. Grabbing the nearest file folder off the nearest desk, he shook his arms loose and crossed the room. His knock was answered by a clipped voice, calling for him to enter.

She was sitting behind the desk, looking over various papers and reports. Her bottom lip, perfectly painted bright red, was caught between her teeth. The cardigan she’d worn earlier in the day was draped over the back of the chair. The top two buttons of her tight blouse were undone, the third looking ready to pop open over the swell of her breasts. He cursed the desk from blocking his view of her lower half. He’d seen the pencil skirt she was wearing as she walked the office earlier and he would love another look at her bare legs.

“Can I help you, Mr. Phillips?” She drawled. Her voice oozed with boredom and she didn’t even look up at him. Something about his disinterest had him aching to catch her attention.

“Uh, yes, Mrs-”

“Miss.” She cut him off with a sharp glare before he even had a chance to say her name. It was so abrupt, he almost felt like he was slapped with the syllable.

“It’s Miss.” She repeated, eyes boring into him. “I’m not married. What use would I have for some useless husband?” She scoffed, sitting up and giving him her full attention. His eyes dropped to her chest, seeing the way the movement put even more strain on the fabric covering her.

“Well? Are you wasting my time for a reason, Phillips, or are you here to stare at my breasts?” She snipped, eyebrow quirking up in challenge. Her lips pursed, proud of herself for catching him. He might have blushed if he was physically capable.

“It’s my sales numbers.” He grimaced. She was already in a bad mood and it was about to get worse.

“I’ve already seen your numbers, Phillips.” She sighed, standing up. His eyes followed her hands as they smoothed down the front of her skirt. “Have a seat,” she ordered, gesturing to the chair opposite her. He sat as requested, keeping the folder in his lap as she rounded to the front of the desk. The red patent stilettos she wore nearly made his mouth water.

“Now Max,” she paused to perch on the edge of the desk. He fought to keep his eyes on her face and not the long legs on display in front of him. “May I call you Max?”

“Of course.” He nodded, desperate for her approval.

“Max, we had very high hopes for you when you came to us but lately your numbers have been dropping. You’re not quite up to par. What’s going on, buddy?” She asked with an exaggerated pout.

He struggled to answer, not only because he was scared to disappoint but also because she crossed her legs as she spoke. Any thoughts he had about defending himself disappeared, the only thoughts on the smooth inner thigh and scrap of red fabric she’d flashed him.

She tsked, stopped his ambling for a coherent thought. “That’s a shame. You had good credentials, good references, you did amazing in your interview.”

She leaned back onto her desk, both arms stretched behind her to keep herself propped up. He wished beyond wishes that button in the center of her chest would finally give way.

“If you don’t start impressing me, we’re going to have to let you go.” She stated.

Max’s eyes widened, tearing his gaze away from her body to her eyes. “There has to be something I can do. I need this job. I’m better than these numbers, I promise.”

“Hmm,” She hummed, biting her lower lip as she thought. Despite the worry over losing his job, he wondered how it tasted. “There may be something you can do for me, Max.” She decided, uncrossing her legs.

“Anything.” He breathed, and by god did he mean it.

The last thing he was expecting was for her to lift her leg, resting the arch of her foot on his shoulder. The overhead lights bounced off the shiny material of the shoe as it found its perch, the thin heel pressing not uncomfortably into his collarbone. His mouth ran dry as he followed the line of her leg up from her foot to where it disappeared under her skirt. The skirt that had ridden up her thighs as she lifted her leg high enough to pin him in the chair.

“Why don’t you show me that silver tongue you bragged about when we hired you.” She purred.

Max’s jaw dropped and it took his brain a second to catch up. It didn’t help that what little blood he had coursing through his vampiric veins was entirely focussed below his belt.

“Yes ma’am.” He breathed. He tried to move forward, but her leg kept him in his seat.

“You can start there.” She instructed, very glib for what she was asking him to do.

“Yes ma’am,” he repeated. He cupped her calf in his hand, pressing his lips to the inside of her ankle. He kissed it tenderly, eyes on her to see if he was pleasing her. Her lips quirked up, almost imperceptibly so but it egged him on regardless. He kissed her ankle, licking the soft skin. He tested the pressure against his shoulder, moving his lips farther up her leg. When he met no resistance, he continued upwards.

He nipped at the skin of her calf, worshiping every inch of skin she permitted him to reach. When she felt his teeth against her skin, she didn’t jump, but warned him not to bite. He glanced up at her, trying to show his apology in his eyes. She seemed appeased and didn’t say anything more, letting her leg drape over his shoulder as he moved higher.

He reached her thigh, looking up for permission to push her skirt out of the way. Instead of verbalizing a response, she hooked her other knee over his shoulder. Trapped between her soft thighs, he could already smell her arousal. She lifted her hips from the desk, pushing her weight onto him. He slid the skirt up to her waist, revealing the lacy red number that she had been hiding all day. He moved to pull the garment down over her ass, but she stopped him with a hard pull of his hair quickly grabbing his attention.

“Do you really think you’ve earned that yet?” She asked. He could tell it was rhetorical, that he hadn’t earned it. He responded by releasing the lace, which earned him a good boy. He didn’t have a chance to preen under the praise as she pushed his head forward to her core.

He gripped her thighs as he licked at her through her panties. The fabric was already damp and tasted of her. He groaned, gripping her plush thighs tighter.

She sighed above him, releasing her tight grip on his hair to stroke it instead. Her nails dragged along his scalp in the most delicious way.

The lace grew slick quickly, his own saliva mixing with her arousal as he worked at her. It clung to her skin, almost showing him what she looked like underneath. He longed to taste her without the damn barrier between them.

Her hand left the back of his head, but having received no further instructions, he kept licking and sucking at her. He pushed his tongue as deep into her as the underwear allowed, swirling his tongue against her walls before focusing back on her clit. Chancing a glance upwards, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse, her hands playing with her nipples through the matching red lace bra. He moaned at the sight.

“Focus.” She chided, although her tone was breathy with pleasure. He obliged, hoping that if he made her feel good enough, she’d give him more. “So easily distracted.”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He muttered, not daring to move away. He heard her breath hitch as his voice vibrated against her. He hummed against her, hoping to recreate the sensation.

Her hips bucked as she gasped. He smirked proudly against her, but a moment later she was pulling him away by his hair again. He looked up at her, licking her taste off his lips as he wondered what he’d done wrong.

“Take them off.”

He barely stopped himself from ripping the delicate fabric into pieces, instead sliding it hastily down her legs. He dropped the red lace to the ground, diving back into her core. He moaned at the taste of her with nothing blocking his way this time. He devoured her like a man starved.

His increased efforts seemed to be working for her, as she leaned backwards onto her elbows with a moan. He wanted to tell her how exquisite she tasted, but was worried taking his mouth off of her to do so would just annoy her. He tried to convey it with his actions, licking as deep into her as he could. He groaned as her juices coated his tongue, dripping down his lips and chin.

Her hand was back in his hair, firm grip directing him up to her clit. He obliged, circling the bud with his tongue. He tried different motions, listening for her reactions to find what she liked best. Anytime she moaned or gasped, he tried to make her do it again and again. His chin was soaked, but it felt like she was growing wetter by the second against him.

“Fingers,” she breathed, a pleading tone to her voice. The sound made him ache in his pants, her in-charge facade losing power as he pleasured her.

He plunged two fingers inside her, her walls fluttering around them as she whimpered. He worked them in and out, crooking them upwards against her muscles as he searched for the spot that would drive her wild. He knew he found it when her hips jerked against him, heels digging into his back as her grip on his hair grew near painful.

“Right there,” she confirmed, voice breaking. “Oh god Max, right there.”

He thanked whatever evil magic behind vampires that he didn’t need oxygen to live. Even if he did need to breathe, he wouldn’t have been able to pull out of her tight grip as she came. As her taste flooded his mouth, he acknowledged that this would have been a valiant death indeed. She ground her hips against him, using him to prolong her pleasure.

He only pulled away as her body went limp, her hand releasing the back of his head as she reclined against the desk, panting to catch her breath. He sat up, devouring the sight of her splayed out in front of him as he licked her from his lips. Her lipstick was smeared so slightly from biting her lips, her skin shimmering with a sheen of sweat. He could see her nipples peaked against the lacy bra. Her legs were still propped on his shoulders, giving him an exquisite view of her twitching pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he began undoing his pants.

The sound of his belt clanking open had her looking down at him. She frowned, despite her relaxed stance.

“Oh no, no, no.” She practically sang, stopping Max in his tracks. “You think one little orgasm and I’m going to let you fuck me?” She laughed, breathless. “It’s going to take more than that. Especially if you want me to forgive those awful sales numbers.” She sat up, chest still heaving. She fanned her blouse, trying to cool her body.

When Max’s voice finally returned to him, he asked “What do I need to do?”

She cupped his chin, making sure he kept his eyes on her face. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He leaned into the loving touch, craving more of it. “If you want to make me forget those numbers, you better make me soak this desk. Make a mess of those reports and I won’t be able to read the numbers, will I?”

The grip on his chin tightened as she leaned forward, holding in place as she stared him down. “And then maybe I’ll let you fuck me. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” He gulped, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Good boy.” She smiled, giving his head a quick shake before she released her grip and laid back against the desk once more.

Max didn’t need to be instructed further. He wanted to fuck her. Wanted to prove that he deserved to fuck her, that he could make her feel so good if she let him. The second she laid back, he dove between her thighs once more.

She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, if her twitching muscles and breathless moans were anything to go by. He eased two fingers back inside of her, searching once again for that spot. She was tighter but wetter than moments before and he throbbed in his pants. He could feel his dick leaking with excitement, but he had to ignore it for now. It would be worth it if she finally let him fuck her.

He sucked her clit gently to start, easing her back into the sensations, but worked up to a feverish pace quickly. She was writhing under him in no time as his fingers twisted inside of her.

He heard objects falling off the desk as she squirmed. She was making a mess and he loved it. Anything that could serve as proof that he was rocking her world was good in his book.

“M-Max, I’m-” She moaned as something heavy clattered to the ground.

He growled against her, massaging and pressing inside her. If she wanted to make a mess, he’d make a mess of her.

He felt her whole body tense up and shake before exploding as she cried out. Her convulsing walls pushed his fingers out of her as she came, warm and wet against him. He moaned as it soaked him, drinking up as much of the sweet nectar as he could as he circled her clit with his fingers. He felt his shirt sticking to him as her cum dribbled down his chin and neck.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. She lay whimpering and twitching on the desk as he sat back against the chair beaming with pride. She didn’t even look up at him as he gently lowered her legs from his shoulders, bringing them into his lap instead.

He caressed her lower legs, grounding her and letting her know he was there as he waited for his next orders. He was almost painfully hard as he waited for her to come back to him, to finally give him the permission he craved. If he didn’t get to fuck her, god he was going to kill something tonight.

She sat up slowly, her hair a mess. She looked like the perfect centerfold of the dirtiest magazine he could think of, eyes hooded and dark. She reminded him of the MTV video vamps he jerked off to as a teenager, only hotter. Teenaged him would have blown his load twice-over by now.

“So, you can follow directions then.” She hummed.

Max couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling in his chest. “When there’s an incentive.”

She chucked with him, leaning towards him. She reached out to wipe his face, collecting her juices on her fingers. “The carrot instead of the rod then.” She smirked before sucking her fingers clean.

“Whichever one gets to fuck you.” He shot back, adding a ma’am as he remembered himself.

“Don’t get cheeky,” she warned although she grinned. “But you’ve earned it.”

Max thought he might faint as she crooked her finger, beckoning him forward. He stood so quickly the chair toppled behind him. He stood between her legs, pressing as close to her as he could. He could feel his pants dampening across his thighs where he leaned into the desk under her. He was trembling with anticipation, but he waited for her permission to go any further.

She caressed his cheek, tiling her face in thought. He nuzzled into her hand, aching for more of her touch, to please her.

“You want me?” She purred.

“Please.” He nearly whimpered.

“How do you want me?”

“Anyway you’ll have me.”

“Good boy.” She grinned, patting his cheek twice. She turned his head, pressing her mouth to his ear to whisper “bend me over the desk and fuck me like your job depends on it.”

He was never so glad for super-human speed. She was bent over the desk, ass on display in a second. He heard her gasp as she was laid flat over the top of the desk, but he could hardly care. He was too busy pushing his pants down his thighs, finally freeing his cock.

He lined himself up, not daring to ask if she was ready lest she take back the permission she’d given. He thrust into her, groaning loudly as he finally sank into her warmth. She moaned, back arching under him. He had to pause, already so close to cumming after the long wait.

“Fuck, Max.” She panted as she adjusted to his size. It only took a second until she was wiggling back into him.

He gripped her hips tightly. Not having been able to bite her, mark her up, he hoped her hips bruised. Hoped she would have a lasting reminder of him taking her over the desk in the days it took to fade.

He thrust in and out, hearing the breath punched out of her lungs with every stroke. Her hands were scrambling for purchase, looking for something solid to hold onto as he fucked harshly into her. He grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own increasing pleasure. He had to make this last. She moaned beneath him, pushing back into his thrusts once she gripped the edge of the desk for leverage.

He was glad he’d had the patience to wait until the office was empty. There was no doubt what was happening in this room from the lewd sounds. Skin slapping skin; moans, grunts and cries. Watching her ass bounce against him, he was glad he hadn’t died between her thighs. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

Feeling bold by the noises she was making, he reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her head back. She whimpered before moaning his name loudly. He felt her tighten impossibly around him. Taking that as approval, he kept the grip tight.

“God, Max,” she moaned loudly, voice echoing off the walls. “If you could make sales with your dick, we’d be rich.”

He growled through clenched teeth, eating up the praise. Releasing her hair, he wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. She whimpered as it changed the angle inside of her, her eyes fluttering closed.

“‘S’at mean I’m keeping my job?” He huffed into her ear before licking a stripe up her neck.

“Seal the deal first.” She shot back. He nearly laughed that she was still trying to hold authority over him in such a vulnerable position. Her legs were shaking, her voice trembling and hoarse.

He released her neck to palm her breast. He squeezed at the soft skin as he nosed along her shoulder. She smelt like sweat and sex, her typical perfume all but faded. He swore he could even smell the blood in her veins, flowing so fast, so hot.

She cried out his name as he pinched her nipple. He pushed her back over the desk, feeling her legs close to giving out. He could feel her getting close to her third orgasm, her walls fluttering around him. He stopped holding back, ready to chase his own release. Sneaking his hand beneath her, it only took the barest flick to her sensitive clit until she was wailing beneath him.

His eyes rolled back as her walls clamped around him. Feeling her walls fluttering around him, convulsing with release, it only took him a few more shallow thrusts until he was joining her. His loud groans bounced off the walls of the small office as he buried himself deep within her. She whimpered softly, reaching back to hold the hand that was clasped around her hip.

As he came down from his high, he pulled his softening length from her. He watched her walls flutter against nothing, his seed dripping out of her. He gripped a cheek in each hand, massaging them. It made the milky liquid drip out of her quicker, spreading over her lips. It was hypnotic.

He stopped himself before any could drip down onto the carpet. He took a kleenex from the box that had miraculously stayed on top of the desk throughout the encounter, using it to clean her up. She whined softly at the touch, overstimulated and spent. He threw the used tissue in the bin with perfect accuracy.

Lifting his pants back to his hips, he rounded the desk to sit in the rolling chair she had occupied when he entered. He couldn’t help but laugh at the goofy sated smile on her face as she remained on the desk. She looked up at his laugh, eyes bright but tired.

“So, do I keep my job?” He asked with a grin, smoothing down her hair.

“Mmhmm.” She nodded, closing her eyes at his touch. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

He laughed heartily at that before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Another round, maybe.”

“Ugh, vampire.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t say anything-”

“No, you were perfect.” He promised her.

“‘Kay. Good.” She sighed. “Cause if you needed, I’d move right now. I would.”

“I believe you.”

She groaned as she stood up, stretching her tired muscles. She kicked her shoes off, legs shaky enough without the heels, and padded slowly around the desk, leaning heavily on the furniture for support. Max watched with a smug grin.

“Shut up.” She pouted, sitting delicately in his lap.

“Didn’t say anything.” He argued, wrapping his arms around her.

“You were thinking it. It’s not my fault I can’t keep up with you.” She complained, nuzzling into his neck.

“Nope.” He denied, letting the word pop. “I was wondering if I get to be your… what did you say, “useless husband” again.”

“I was getting into character.” She laughed softly. “You’re always my useless husband, Mr. Phillips.”

“Don’t you forget it, Mrs. Phillips.”

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[triggerhappyimagines]

Could I get headcanons for Mondo, Kaito, and Gundham falling in love with someone and/or confessing? As long as it's not too much, that is ^^. ~🌻

of course, dear!! i absolutely *adore* writing anything involving pining for someone, and wondering if there’s a chance they might love you just as much as you love them,,, stuff like that never fails to make me soft aha~

also, i’m sorry if Kaito seems ooc, i don’t have very much experience writing for him, so i apologize if his part isn’t very good,,, regardless, i hope you enjoy this, darling

☆Mod Nagito☆

warnings: a few swear words

Mondo Owada

— he most definitely doesn’t recognize his feelings for you right away

— sure, he’s had crushes and stuff before, but what he feels for you is different - it’s deeper, stronger, and... more confusing

— poor bby doesn’t understand why you make him feel all fluttery inside :(

— he tries to ignore his feelings at first, but as soon as he sees you talking to another guy, the jealousy pops out

— what the hell does that guy have that he doesn’t? why the fuck would you want to talk to him, anyways? oh my god, do you even want to talk to him? is he bothering you? he’ll fucking beat him to a pulp for annoying you!

— it isn’t until he almost explodes on the poor guy (who was just asking you about that weeks homework, might i add) that Mondo realizes this is most definitely more than just a crush

— obviously, he turns to Chihiro and Taka for advice

— they suggest that he just try to spend a little more time with you, and maybe even flirt a little bit! just something low-key to hint that he likes you, y’know?

— turns out that’s easier said than done

— poor Mondo tries to compliment you and accidentally upsets you by raising his voice so much

— but c’mon, who wouldn’t want to have a big muscly guy like Mondo scream "YOU LOOK CUTE TODAY" right in their face?

— it’s after that unfortunate incident that he elects to try and text you instead of talking face to face. it seems like the safer option given he can’t get anxious and shout at you on accident, after all

— he pretends to just have questions about schoolwork at first, partially to justify getting your number from Chihiro, as well as to avoid accidentally making you uncomfy. the last thing he wants to do is creep you out by being too forward

— it doesn’t take long for the two of you to move past conversing about classwork every now and then to chatting about anything and everything as often as you can

— Mondo sort of can’t believe you’re so eager to talk to him, though he does feel a little bad for still avoiding you at school sometimes. he’s still worried about scaring you away, after all

— over time, it gets harder and harder for him to ignore his feelings for you

— he just can’t stand not being able to call you his s/o

— it takes him a while, but he eventually builds up the courage to tell you how he feels, even though he has no clue if you feel the same way

— Chihiro and Taka may or may not have started to pressure him into just asking you out already, too,,,

— Mondo types out his confession, but chickens out at the last second and can’t bring himself to send the goddamn text

— part of him feels like there’s no way you would want to be with a guy like him. he worries you think he’s too reckless, too intimidating, has too quick of a temper... the list could go on

— or even worse, what if you thought he was lame for spilling out his feelings through a text message instead of doing it in person like a decent man?

— poor Mondo stressed himself out so much he had to take a ride on his bike just to calm his nerves, otherwise he might have exploded from the pressure he put himself under

— so, after getting some fresh air and clearing his mind, Mondo finally sent the lengthy text that spilled out all of his feelings for you - everything he loves about you and more

— he may or may not have hurled his phone across the room like it was some sort of bomb after pressing ‘send’

— but now... all he could do was wait for you to reply

— will you tell him that you love him too?

Gundham Tanaka

— at first he thinks you must have put a curse on him

— why is he unable to take his eyes off you? how come he gets butterflies in his tummy every time you smile at him? surely it’s all the result of some form of dark magic, no?

— but some things can’t be written off as nothing more than a mere hex

— Gundham finds himself unable to focus on anything, his mind plagued with thoughts of you

— when he’s laying in bed at night, all he can think about is how he wishes you were beside him... and that scares him

— love is for mortals, isn’t it? he’s not supposed to have these feelings for you!

— the poor boy tries to force himself to stop loving you, desperately looking for some reason he shouldn’t want to be with you, though all his efforts are futile

— he feels weak, and so, so sad; he doesn’t think it would even be possible for someone like you to love him back. you’re too perfect for someone like him

— his Dark Devas of Destruction don't like seeing their master so upset, especially since they know his insecurities and anxieties are getting in the way of his happiness

— Gundham’s hamsters remind him that he has nothing to lose, and that he should just tell you how he feels! you already care about him, and accept him for who he is - there’s truly no harm in being honest about his feelings, right?

— Gundham decides to write you a love letter, positive he wouldn’t be able to say what he needs to say face to face without screwing something up, or getting too flustered to even speak

— actually, he ends up writing several letters before he ends up with one he deems acceptable for the object of his affections

— he’ll wait for you by your locker after school, the Dark Devas whispering words of encouragement in his ears

— he feels his cheeks heat up a bit when you approach him; his heart feels like it’s going to explode when you smile at him and ask him why he’s waiting for you

— he’ll hand you the eloquently written love letter with no further preamble, pulling his scarf up over his nose to cover up his bright red cheeks

— you also can’t help but blush as you read his romantic confession to you, taken aback by his amorous words

— when you’ve finished reading through his love letter, you meet his eyes, trying to think of the right words to say as he awaits the answer to the question that has burning in his mind for what feels like ages

— do you love him the same way he loves you?

Kaito Momota

— when it comes to pursuing someone he finds himself attracted to, Kaito is certainly more confident than Mondo and Gundham

— he’s a romantic at heart, and maybe a bit over-confident too, so the thought of having to face rejection doesn’t really worry him too much

— once he realizes he’s in love, however, the thought does plague his mind a bit more than he’d like,,, but he’s able to avoid fixating on it

— Kaito is... surprisingly smooth. he knows exactly the right way to flirt with you without making it weird, knows just how to compliment you without being too pushy, and even manages to make cheesy pick up lines seem sweet, rather than cringe-worthy

— when it comes to confessing, though... well, that’s a little harder

— while flirting may come easy to Kaito, confessing his true feelings to you is a little harder. there’s more at risk in that situation, and he can’t brush it off as a joke if you take things the wrong way, or if he screws up somehow

— but he wants to tell you how he feels. he needs to tell you how he feels! he wants to be able to do more than just flirt with you, and try to make you blush

— he wants to hold you, wants to kiss you, wants to have you by his side forever and ever. he loves you, goddammit! he doesn’t want to pretend his feelings towards you are less than that

— so he asks you out on a date - to go stargazing, obviously

— but... that was the easy part

— Kaito spends the days leading up to your date trying to figure out the best way to confess his feelings for you, ultimately deciding that the best option would be to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush, otherwise he might end up saying something dumb

— but that’s about as far his planning goes, really

— when the night of your stargazing date rolls around, he may seem cool and collected, but on the inside, he’s freaking out

— he won’t say what he wants to say straight away, though; he wants to wait for the right moment

— the two of you chitchat under the stars, and Kaito takes every opportunity he gets to point out the constellations visible that night to you

— when it gets late, and there’s a lull in your conversation, Kaito knows that it’s his chance to say what he needs to say

— he looks you in the eyes and tells you everything - how he thinks you’re stunning, and beautiful, and how he wants to have you by his side forever - he says it all, truly speaking his love for you into the world for the first time

— you can tell that he means every word he says; there’s no doubt that what he feels for you isn’t real

— but... will you let him call you his? do you love him, too?

[seijorhi]

asks :)

i’m sorry i’m bad at answering these i love you guys

I just adore fics like these, outside characters seeing through yandere facades and putting the pieces together. Atsumu’s frustration at knowing something is wrong but not being able to convey it without sounding crazy or jealous (and then exactly that happens), and then his mental agony at realizing he’s right but powerless. Ugh and the piece de resistance was his own inner turmoil at his attraction, it was just *chef’s kiss*. Do you think Atsumu became a bit of a lowkey yandere in his own way just obscured with a savior complex? Poor reader if she ever ends up his clutches, swapping one crazed man for another only Atsumu will never see himself as the bad guy. Thanks for the time and effort you put into such amazing writing!!

poor atsumu, i really put him through the wringer on this one :(( he starts with good intentions, but you know what they say about those haha. i honestly think he’s kinda fucked, because on the one hand he has everybody telling him he’s being a creeper, making mountains out of molehills, because how could hinata possibly do anything like that? and on the other he’s got hinata who’s not only aware of his suspicions but kinda pushing him to snap but dangling the reader in front of him. which way he falls is kinda up to you, but i think the fact he jerked off to a blowjob she clearly didn’t want says a lot about what he’s willing to (temporarily at least) overlook.

(English is not my first language so if I make grammar mistakes i'm sorry :( )

I got chills while reading insidious! It was so amazing. I really appreciated how you wrote that in Atsumu's perspective and made him an unreliable narrator.

It reminds me of the old drabble that you did with BokuAka where they kidnapped their manager and wrote it in Konoha's perspective. In that drabble, while Konoha did act selfishly, I still felt that he was a good person overall.

But in this fic, despite Atsumu claiming that Hinata and y/n's relationship was toxic and wrong, he still felt jealous. He wanted to be in Hinata's place. He wanted what Hinata had with y/n. I don't think his issue with them was because their relationship was toxic (maybe it was in the beginning), he just wanted it to be him who's with her. And that's the brilliance of this fic, seeing not only how unsettling Hinata's relationship was but also seeing Atsumu also slowly becoming obssessed.

first of all, never apologise for your english or any language for that matter. you’re doing great bby! but i’m glad you liked the fic!! <33 i can’t resist morally corrupting a character with good intentions. poor tsumu. poor konoha :((

Oof Hinata is terrifying and you wrote him so so so in character, like damn. He’s so happy like he’s just not a dark person which makes it so jarring bc he himself might not even register his actions as bad. I would love to see more content with him bc you got a girl scared and horny! But just wow I was on the edge of my seat!

ahh thank you my love!!

this is kinda random but i’m happy that i finally don’t have to type your full @ on the search bar to get to your blog anymore!!!!! also your new hinata ft atsumu fic literally sent chills down my spine. it kinda disturbed me how nobody (except atsumu) is questioning hinata’s character because hinata the always positive bundle of joy and sunshine can’t be capable of doing such things right? and how hinata is aware of atsumu’s suspicions ANDattraction towards his girl so he plays these little mind games with atsumu while maintaining that happy go lucky smile on his face acting like everything is normal. i just love your writing so much i literally visit your blog often for new updates😭

ahh i wished i had more updates for you haha! it’s really the worst when nobody believes something you think is painfully obvious. and hinata’s sunshine and sweet and super adoring, so why would anyone think twice about his relationship with the reader? and it doesn’t help that he’s toeing the line (before jumping right across it) between genuine concern and a little bit of attraction, but that’s half the fun haha. thanks for the ask bby!

Ok but you write Atsumu pining for the reader in a relationship so well. Inescapable Atsumu vs Oikawa is so good, the desperation, the crying *chefs kiss* Insidious is a diff Atsumu, more caring but thirsty all the same. Bokuto and co.s reaction is so funny 😭 they literally said you need to chill a little Atsumu

(Maybe we need to make this a full circle and make Atsumu pine for Osamus S.O. eye-)

i’m so mean to atsumu in both of those fics. dw i’ll make it up to him haha <33

It’s been said before but your Hinata fic was AMAZING and just so scarily in character. Hinata is definitely one of the scariest yanderes because he’s so unsuspecting and who would believe such a cheerful person is capable?!? It was just so well-written, I loved how you wrote Atsumu’s rising suspicions (especially how he can’t really prove anything bc it’s Hinata of all ppl) and his own descent into obsession and everyone’s reaction to him. It was so deliciously twisted and you can’t help but pity reader in what we can assume is her little sliver of hope that she can be saved bc someone finally noticed. Just chills.

thank you so much, bby! hinata does give off those vibes, and who would suspect him because he’s so attentive and bright and bubbly. i’m glad you liked it!! <33

Rhi RHHHHIIII Insidious was spot on. Rabid was just 👌👌 mmm and I've just realized how good you are at capturing a character's pov, like Atsumu's was on the money for capturing the confusion and unsettling feeling and it was so effective i feel like 👀😳 @ hinata now lmaoo

I WAS THE LAST ASK TALKING ABOUT POVS BUT I FORGOT SOMETHIIINGG. DAICHI'S POV. DAICHI'S POVVVV 👏👏👏 I could feel myself feeling his frustration and anger (I wanted him to whip oikawa's ass so bad fr) and his piecing together of things made me feel so awful and anxious, but like in a good way!! Writing is suppose to make you feel things and your fics always, always accomplish that 🤍

ahh nonnie, thank you so much! i like to get inside of the character’s head and fuck with their emotions and stuff, it’s super fun so i’m glad you guys enjoy it!! ily!! <3

oo Hinata as a yandere is so scary bc he's so sweet and caring. BUt he's also sincere and earnest about everything and who's to say that passion won't carry into darker activities 👀

you get it anon haha. he’s honestly a little terrifying but i still want him to spit in my mouth y’know??

i just finished reading insidiuous--it was FANTASGTIC SHDFJDSHFJ the way that atsumu crossed a line he couldn't come back from and was just,,,, rightfully consumed with shame for it?? that was great. also loved reading how hinata knew what he was doing and was doing it purposely, but poor reader. my heart goes out to reader.

thank you so much, bby!! i’m glad you liked it <33 

God, you have no idea how much I loved Rabid. I read it probably like 5 times in a row the first time. How do you imagine what happens to reader afterwards? I wonder if he’d end up taking her back to his place, or how does he interact with her afterwards? I’m sorry if this is annoying, I’m just so in love with the story 🥺💕

ahh thank you so much! as for what happens afterwards, you’re definitely kyoutani’s girl. if you think he’s just gonna let you go back to your place, keep working your job, you’ve got another thing coming. he tries to be gentle. a good boyfriend. he’ll definitely pick up on you shaking after he’s finished up; but he’ll misinterpret it as you being cold and make you wear his jacket haha.

Have u permanently closed commissions?

not necessarily, just taking a break :))

[muwur]

If requests are open.. Suga x reader -3rd year student- where friends to pining where reader is a exchange student mid year -parent’s job- and reader is new to the school, can barely communicate Japanese and is too shy to meet new people.. reader is welcomed as a co-manager for vb club and all the other boys adopt her has their sister. She tutors them in their English lesson too.. also how would Suga help her open up from her shyness..

request: sugawara x fem! reader who is a shy exchange student!

another beginning.

✩ one-shot ✩ for sugawara bb

❧ fem reader

✎ 4.9k words

a/n: FINALLY GOT THIS BBY DONE, ty for being patient requester <3 i hope its ok, lmk if u would like smth different!

also curious but do yall listen to music when you write or read? i dnt always but when i DO i listen to some boppy music so i can shake mah ass (unles im depresso AHAHA) LMAO rec me some pls--

send me asks--

current listen: juicy by doja cat, gasolina by daddy yankee, 11 PM by maluma

A pencil dangled between two of your fingers, gently swinging back and forth as you tapped the eraser’s tip against your chin in thought. Looking over Hinata’s shoulder at the worksheet laying on the table, you extended your hand and made a neat scrawl on the page. “That’s good translating, Hinata! However,” you dragged your pencil across the surface, marking a line and arrow to point at a space near the beginning of his sentence, “keep in mind that although gerunds look like verbs, they act as nouns. So, this word should go here.”

Yachi, who was seated to your right, nodded in agreement. “I looked through his notes doodles, and it looked like they were going over gerunds in class!”

With narrowed eyes, Hinata scanned the page, muttering the sentence underneath his breath. Suddenly, his hazel eyes lit up in understanding and his lips morphed into a round “O.” “Ohhhh, that make a lot more sense! Thanks, (y/n), you’re a big help, especially in English! Also, look, guys!”

He rummaged through his cluttered backpack and fished out a slightly wrinkled sheet of paper with a red “14/50” marked on the top right corner. Holding it up proudly, he declared, “I got a better score than last time! By nine points!”

“That’s still an F,” Tsukishima pointed out, eyes glued to the pages of the book he was reading. Yamaguchi and Kageyama tried to stifle their snickers.

“Y-You’re not even looking!” Hinata defended. The ginger was met with a shrug. “I don’t need to see the score to know you failed.”

Before any fighting could break out, however, the door swung open, revealing the remaining third-years. Bags of snacks in their arms, the four of them stepped in. “We’re back! Your parent/guardian let us in, (y/n),” Sugawara announced, setting his bag down on the table. The rest followed suit and set the goodies down. Rummaging through one of the bags, Daichi pulled out a meat bun.

“Hinata, here’s your meat bun,” he said, handing the snack to the excited first-year, who had long-forgotten Tsukishima’s snide remark about his lack of intellectual aptitude. Kiyoko offered Kageyama his milk, the slight brush of their hands being enough to stir Noya and Tanaka into an envious craze. Asahi tried to settle them down, nervously reminding them that they needed to act respectful in your home, especially after your family had agreed to let you all study there. You stifled a giggle as Sugawara and Daichi joined in, scolding their underclassmen for their poor behavior and threatening them with a time-out.

With an exasperated sigh, Sugawara took a seat next to you on the mat. “Ah, I can’t help but worry about how Ennoshita’s going to handle both of them on his own.”

Giving a sidelong glance to the second-year, who was now forcing Noya and Tanaka to complete timed practice problems, your lips formed a small smile. “Looks like he does a pretty good job at it, though.”

Sugawara let out an amused huff. “Guess I’m worried over nothing. Oh, also,” he dug into the plastic bag in front of him, taking out your favorite snack and offering it to you. “Here you go.”

(can u tell from my stories yet that fav snacks aka actions are my love language--)

“Oh, thank you, Suga, I didn’t even ask for this…” you flashed him a grateful smile and took the package from his hands, suppressing the blush that threatened to overcome your cheeks as your fingertips brushed. He gave a sheepish smile and glanced to the side in response, giving the back of his neck an anxious rub.

“Ah, it’s the least I could do to thank you for letting us all come over to study. It’s really helpful. I appreciate it, (y/n).”

“It’s not much, really. I’m more than glad to help you all (read: Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Noya) out with English and offer my place. Having everyone together makes it easier. They need to pass these exams so you all get to play.”

Your offer to help the team with their studies may have seemed a simple gesture as both their friend and co-manager. On the inside, however, you really were more than happy to have everyone over for whatever reason. It left you with a feeling of awe. The last thing you would’ve expected 3 months ago was to be sitting in your new home in Japan, surrounded by a group of people who accepted you despite your poor Japanese and late appearance to Karasuno. Just 4 months ago, after you learned about your parent/guardian’s job transfer to Japan, you were left feeling an array of mixed feelings:

Anxiety – a whole new country? With a language you could barely even speak or understand? How was that going to work? Could you even make friends at school? God knows how long it took you to make the friends you have now.

Disappointment – you were looking forward to graduating high school with the friends you’ve made throughout the past few years. Having to say goodbye would be difficult, and you’d miss them.

Yet, you felt a sliver of hopefulness – new experiences were waiting for you. You had the opportunity to lead a new life in a foreign place. It filled you both with fear and exhilaration.

On the night before your first day at Karasuno, you could barely sleep after spending hours religiously practicing how to introduce yourself in Japanese. Having to introduce yourself to the class and speaking with your new classmates was inevitable, after all. And so the next day, you found yourself standing in front of the classroom, trying to suppress the nervous shudder that threatened to rack your body and ignore the prickles of sweat on your palms. Despite how much you mentally recited your introduction that morning, your current situation left your mind blank, unable to conjure any words. Fueled by the awkward silence, the numerous gazes focused on you, and the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach, what came out was a quiet, jumbled form of what you intended to say.

“Hello, (y/n) (l/n). I’m (insert your original country name here). I can’t Japanese, but I hope friends. Everyone, nice to meet,” you bowed, both in respect and so that you could hide your face, which was red from embarrassment. You knew you messed up, but you pretended otherwise, hoping that nobody would point out your mistake.

You straightened up after a few moments of silence, registering the confused looks of your new classmates and feeling another stab of shame. In response to your introduction, the teacher raised her eyebrows and blinked in confusion. Then her eyes warmed, and she offered you a smile as she spoke up. “Class, this is (l/n) (y/n). She recently moved here from (insert OG country here). She’s still learning Japanese; however, her English is perfect, so I’m sure you can all learn something from each other. Please make her feel welcome. Your seat is over there, (l/n).”

Shoulders sagging, you made your way to your desk, avoiding eye contact despite the pairs of eyes that followed you to your seat. Focusing on the lecture was a struggle. Not only could you barely understand anything the teacher was saying; worries about how the rest of the day would go also flooded your mind. This was only the morning; how could you navigate your way through the halls? Ask for directions? Would you meet people? Where would you eat lunch? How could you survive?

The remainder of the classes went by gruesomely slow. Too embarrassed from your slip this morning and too shy to meet new people despite wanting to make a friend, you successfully dodged conversation with any of your classmates. You were relieved that finally lunch came by, yet that presented another problem. You weren’t sure where to go, but you were sure that you were going to eat by yourself.

After a few minutes of walking around the hallways, you settled for eating lunch in the classroom. At least it meant you didn’t have to rush to class after the bell rang. Taking a seat, you pulled out your boxed lunch and set it out in front of you. Painfully aware of how alone you must have looked, you pretended to look really interested in your meal (am i the only one or--). You poked it, broke it into pieces, then brought each sliver to your mouth and chewed slowly. If only your family had switched your phone plans earlier, then you could at least spend time scrolling the internet or lament to your friends back home about how your day was going.

Still “engrossed” in your meal, you failed to notice a figure standing in front of your desk. Only after you saw a hand situate itself on the edge of your desk did you look up.

You met the chestnut eyes of a boy. He bore a warm smile that made a small crinkle in his eyes and beauty mark. Strands of grey hair draped naturally in front of his eyes and framed the sides of his face. Despite your unease, his soft features helped to calm your racing heart and mind. He seemed a friendly person; after all, he was able to approach you.

“Hey, you’re (l/n), right? I’m Sugawara Koushi, but you can call me Suga. I’m in your class,” he introduced in pretty darn good English.

‘Man, that means he heard me this morning…’ you thought miserably. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel some relief. Perhaps you hadn’t given others or yourself much of a chance before jumping to the conclusion that you were incapable of meeting new people.

Clearing your throat, you shyly extended a hand to him in greeting. “Yes, I’m (y/n) (l/n). Call me (y/n). It’s nice to meet you, Suga,” you replied hesitantly, finally using the correct words in Japanese that you had been practicing the previous night.

Shaking your hand, his eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Your Japanese sounds pretty good! You just moved, so you’re still learning, right? How about I help you improve that while you help me with English?”

You were about to nod eagerly in appreciation when you both overheard some snickering across the room. Two boys and a girl sat together, whispering quite loudly and sneaking oh-so-inconspicuous glances over at your desk. Taking notice that they were caught staring, they presumed to loudly munch on their meals and talk about the weather.

Suga only shot them annoyed glare and shook his head before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry, those are my… Friends.” The strain in his voice after saying that last word made you question if they really were on friendly terms.

After that day, you found yourself spending every lunch period with Suga and his other third-year friends Daichi, Asahi, and Shimizu. You initially felt unsure of how to talk to them, but after Sugawara’s efforts to include you in his circle and some reassuring words about being yourself and not letting a small, temporary language barrier hold you back from making friends, you earned a bit of confidence. While you spoke a hybrid of English and Japanese with them, you eventually managed to pick up a lot of Japanese from talking everyday, and after these few months of constant exposure, you were able to hold decent conversations. Additionally, the extra help you sought from the teaching staff allowed you to be able to keep up in class, and your instructors were understanding enough to give you some leniency on your assignments during this adjustment period.

Hanging around your new friends often, it was only a matter of time before you were introduced to the rest of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team. It occurred one lunch period three weeks after you first arrived, when Asahi suggested that you join some club activities. You were discouraged, however, considering that it was already halfway through the year, you didn’t know enough Japanese yet to converse with just anyone, and you were a tad shy, which made joining clubs a bit difficult. At that moment, your new friends all made eye contact with each other, then looked at you.

“Why not join our volleyball club?” Suga asked. “Shimizu could always use the help. She’s our only student manager.”

Shimizu nodded in agreement, her blue gaze soft. “Your help would be really appreciated. There’s a lot to this job, so having someone to split the work with would be relieving. You can also help me look for someone to take my place when we graduate.”

Later that day you found yourself in the gym being blocked by Sugawara, who was protecting you from two crazed boys whose collars were held back by Daichi. A ginger-haired boy looked at you with curiosity, excitedly introducing himself as Hinata and pointing out the names of the other members on the court (“This is ‘Bakageyama’ and that guy’s ‘Four-eyed Jerk Face’—").

Upon their release (which was granted only after they promised to behave), Tanaka and Noya dashed over to you, tears in their eyes as they held your hands and expressed their gratitude for your presence. “Oh, (y/n), you kind soul, helping Shimizu with the managerial work. Better yet, now we have two cute girls to support us, this is amazing!”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting with your new friends in your living room and feeling grateful for their vibrant personalities, kindness, and acceptance. You couldn’t have asked for a better batch of friends to end your year with. Though, you were most grateful to Sugawara. If not for him, the last several months of your highschool experience may have gone by miserably, with nothing special to note and no new friends to celebrate with. His gentle, understanding nature had done nothing but support you and make you feel welcome. He helped introduce you to a new, comfortable life you had trouble imagining before your arrival to Japan. He dispelled your doubts and fears, instilling in you a newfound confidence in your abilities. It certainly helped that the team was just as supportive and patient with you.

You could recount the events of the past few months that brought warmth to your heart. These people were growing on you, making you feel like you could be yourself more each day. Daichi provided you a sense of security and leadership. Asahi was empathetic, quick to detect your feelings of uneasiness and asking you if you were okay. Shimizu made sure to make you feel welcome as a friend and fellow manager, even inviting you to a café over the weekend to brainstorm ideas on recruiting a replacement (who you both later discovered to be Yachi) and try out some desserts. Tanaka and Noya tried to teach you all the Japanese curse words they knew, initially lying to you about their meanings so they could see the rest of the team’s reactions when you would blurt things out in the middle of practice (Let’s just say that Daichi, Suga, Ennoshita, and Tsukki knew whose fault this was, and Asahi was real shook hearing a string of curse words from your mouth while you sat there, no ill intent emanating from you whatsoever). Ennoshita gave you a comforting, easygoing presence. Tsukki was… Tsukki (LOL). But he could carry on a conversation, often genuinely interested whenever you talked about the culture back in (other country). And you knew he was soft. Hinata was a burst of energy, and you found his bickering with Tsukishima and Kageyama silly and quite precious. You often stayed with Yachi to toss balls to Kageyama late at night, much to his appreciation. Yachi and Yamaguchi were some of the biggest sweethearts on the team, and all you could think about was needing to protect them.

There was definitely something different in your interactions with Sugawara, though. You found yourself closest to him out of everyone. It may have been because he was the first you talked to, or maybe it was because he was one of the most easygoing people you’ve ever met. That, and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. You wanted to know more about him.

Sugawara chuckled in response. “I suppose you’re right. We wouldn’t have made it this far without everyone,” he said softly, a tinge of fondness showing in his brown eyes. He proceeded to take out his schoolwork and pen, resting his chin in his palm as he read the words across the page of his assignment. Occasionally, you glanced over at him, admiring the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration, and how his hair brushed his cheeks whenever his head shifted in its position. How the grey tips of lashes kissed his bottom eyelids with each flutter of his chocolate hues. You even took a mental note that his lips, currently pursed in thought, were rather smooth and full in appearance.

A rogue thought about how those lips would feel against your own flitted across your mind. It brought a small pang to your chest, and you had to mentally slap yourself back into reality. You noticed these new feelings were starting to become more prevalent the longer you hung around Sugawara. You consulted your friends back home about it, and in their excitement, they insisted you had a crush on this guy (and demanded photos). Heart palpitations, heat-flooded cheeks, covert glances, and a desire for closeness in all aspects possible? All symptoms of infatuation, your personal love doctors concluded. You recalled when these signs first appeared about a month ago, after he offered to walk you home when practice had gone late into the night. Initially you declined, not wanting him to go out of his way when it was already dark outside. However, after seeing the soft look in his eyes as he declared he wanted to ensure you got home safely and that he didn’t mind the walk, your heart couldn’t help but give in and agree.

It was a tranquil night, accompanied only by the sound of crickets chirping and a cool, whispy breeze. About 15 minutes after having left campus, you were both seated on an aged bench at a small park, snacking on recent convenience store purchases to satisfy your growling stomachs. A comfortable silence settled in the air. The nightly surroundings were illuminated by the gentle glow of several nearby lampposts and stars that burned lightyears away.

Your gaze followed the tracks of a small bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of your feet. It skittered soundlessly against the pavement, eventually disappearing in the security of a bush. A gentle sigh took hold of your attention, and your eyes flickered over to your friend, who was peering up at the star-dusted evening sky.

“Do you know what you’re doing after graduation?” he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

You shook your head. “No clue, to be honest. You?”

He pursed his lips and took a sidelong glance at you before focusing back upwards. “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher…”

“Seems fitting. Your Japanese lessons have been really helpful,” you pointed out, smiling.

The tips of his lips curved upwards as well. “Really? I’m glad. You’ve improved a lot, too. You’re a quick learner.”

“Heh, well I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Another comfortable silence fell upon you two before he spoke again. “I was thinking about how to keep in touch with everyone after we left, and how it’s a shame we’re leaving so soon after you arrived. I would’ve liked to know you better, too, but there’s only a few months left...”

His genuine words left a rosy tinge on your cheeks. As you were thinking of a response, you looked down, noticing how close your hand lay next to his. Heartrate quickening, you stammered, “Y-Yeah, I wish we had more time, too.. T-To hang around each other, I mean. But graduation doesn’t have to mean goodbye, right?”

“That’s true... You always know just what to say, you know that, (y/n)?” he turned his gaze on you and held out an extended pinky. “Promise to talk to me after graduating, then?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and huffed in amusement. Taking your own pinky and intertwining it with his, you nodded. “So long as you keep your end of the promise, too.”

“Of course.”

Sugawara’s voice brought you out of your momentary flashback. “(Y/n)? Can I ask you a question?”

Blinking your previous thoughts away and calming the warmth on your cheeks, you responded, “What’s up?”

He slid his assignment closer to you, pointing at a section he was having trouble with. “Here. I’m not sure if I’m doing this correctly..”

You leaned in, scooching towards him and closing in on the gap between you. Focused on the homework, you failed to notice how the brush of your shoulders made Sugawara’s body stiffen slightly. With your proximity, your scent easily wafted to his nose, and he could observe the closer details of your appearance. The hair tucked behind your ear exposed your cheekbone, looking soft to the touch. Your determined hues scanned the page, and he could visualize your thinking through your small, occasional self-nods. You looked cute and comfortable in the casual hoodie you wore, bringing him a strange, mixed sense of bashfulness and ease. His mind wandered, trying to envision how you would look if you wore any of his jackets, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of your sweet voice and scribbles against paper.

“It sounds great, Suga! I just made a note there on how you can fix it; otherwise, it should be okay,” you gave him a reassuring smile as you slid his work back to him. You, however, didn’t shift back to your original position and instead stayed seated mere inches from the boy. Not that he minded, but…

“O-Oh, alright, thanks!”

It made concentrating during the rest of the study session a little difficult.

Occasionally you did get up, helping mostly the first and second years with some of their English assignments. His eyes would secretly (but c’mon, everyone but Hinata and Kageyama could tell) follow your figure, admiring the way you looked as you interacted happily with the others and did whatever you could to assist them. Yet you always returned to the same spot, near Suga. Close enough that everyone else on the team took notice (if they haven’t already), relayed the information via mental telephone, and secretly agreed to depart a bit earlier than they had anticipated.

“Oh, you guys are leaving already?” you asked everyone as they were packing up their belongings.

They all nodded in response, offering up their reasons for leaving earlier than the original time you set, which ranged from, “My parents wanted me home for dinner” to “My sister’s wasted and locked out of the house, nobody’s home—” (u good der Saeko)

Standing at your doorway, you waved to your friends, sending them off with a “I’ll see you at school!” as they waved back and filed out of your home. Looking over to Suga, who was still standing beside you, you wondered, “Oh, you’re staying?”

“Oh, yeah! I was surprised to see everyone leave so soon, but I was planning to head home in another hour. B-But I can go now if you need me to..!” he answered a bit shakily, waving around his hands in small, bashful gestures.

You shook your head and you waved your hand dismissively. “It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to stay for however long you need to.”

Settled back in the common area, you both tried to resume your schoolwork, but to no avail. Groaning, you leaned back, using your arms to support you from behind. “I’m tired of workingggggg.”

He sighed in agreement, resting an elbow on the table and propping up his head in a closed fist. “Same. Do you want to do something else?”

“Hmm..” you pondered aloud. “Do you want to see my room?”

Shrugging and responding with a “why not?”, you both stood up, leaving the common area to go to your room. You opened the door and stepped inside, Suga closely trailing behind you.

“Welcome to my room. Make yourself cozy,” you insisted as you sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you. He took your offer, taking a seat beside you and looking around your bedroom in curiosity.

“Something about this place really seems like you, (y/n).”

You raised an eyebrow at his comment. “Is it the messy pile of clothes in that basket or the neat desk I cleaned up this morning?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I suppose you could say those are part of it. I just meant there’s a lot to you that you should feel comfortable sharing with others. People are complex and there’s so many sides to a person we discover along the way. I remember how timid you were in our first weeks of knowing each other, and now you’re getting along great with everyone and work hard to improve everyday. You were able to overcome a stressful repeat of entering highschool, but this time in another country, and adapted just fine! Your kindness and determination is admirable.”

Twiddling with your fingers, you felt a sheepish grin form on your face. “Aha, you’re too kind, Suga. You know I couldn’t have made these friends or adjust so well without your help. I was too worried about talking to anyone until you came up to me, so… Thank you.”

You risked a glance towards the boy, finding his chocolate gaze already set on you. If none of your interactions in the past month had set your heart ablaze, then certainly this moment would take the cake. Sugawara’s eyes flickered downwards briefly in a moment of hesitance, then locked again onto yours with a hint of an undetectable emotion lurking behind those irises.  Neither of you could bring up any words to say. The only sounds present were the soft hums of your breathing and the low creak of your bed as you found yourselves shifting your weight in order to inch closer to one another.

His mind flooded with a cacophony of emotions, from crippling nervousness to an allure for risk-taking. He could barely come to terms with the current situation and what might happen. Maybe he was overthinking it. Surely being this close face-to-face with someone who you just happen to like doesn’t automatically mean they like you back and want to kiss you just as much. Perhaps you were just leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder; after all, you did seem tired from the events of today. Or, you were scooting close for a better look at his face so you could point out, “hey, you got a little something on your face.” Perhaps a crumb from the cracker he had earlier?

But when he took note of the way your eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes caressing the tops of your dusted cheeks, his doubts began to waver. Maybe this was the chance he’s been seeking out lately. Once Daichi deciphered Sugawara’s affections for you, eventually the whole team found out and began to silently root for him. Thankfully, despite their blatant attempts to help him out, you hadn’t noticed a thing. It made him wonder whether you were oblivious, or just didn’t like him, or both. However, in this moment, when it appeared as though maybe you returned his feelings, he felt he should—as Tanaka would say—shoot his shot.

A sudden knock on the door sent you both jumping 5 feet away from each other. Frazzled and wide-eyed, you choked out a weak, “H-Hello?” in response to the interruption. The door opened, revealing your parent/guardian, who peeked inside.

“Dinner’s ready. Would you like to stay and have it with us?” they were asking Suga.

Heart still racing from the fear that gripped it, he blinked in surprise. He piped out a polite no thank you, reasoning that he didn’t want to intrude.

“Nonsense, we’re happy to have you. Come soon.”

They closed the door and left, leaving you two in an awkward silence that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cough. “We should, uh, get going…”

Standing up, you reached for the door with Suga in tow. The tension in the air remained between the two of you throughout dinner. Nevertheless, Sugawara was able to leave a good impression on your family by being a good conversationalist, even earning a few laughs from your parent/guardian. It made your heart swell at how natural it was for him to be able to get along with others.

After dinner ended and he packed his things, you stepped outside with him to send him off, closing the door behind you. He was about to salute you with a “thanks for having me over” when you gave him a peck on the cheek so sudden that he didn’t have time to react before you were already making your way back into your house.

“Thanks for coming, Suga! I’ll see you at school! Let me know when you get home!” you exclaimed animatedly, shutting the door quickly to hide your embarrassment from your sudden actions. You leaned your back against it, instantly regretting what you did with tightly shut eyes. ‘Oh gawd how am I gonna face him at school tomorrow dhefjkg.’

But on the other side of the door, Suga stood dumbfounded, hovering a hand over the area your lips had touch. Though highly embarrassed, he felt a rush of elation pass over him like a humongous wave that never stopped crashing against the shores.

He was starting to really think it was a good idea to introduce himself to the cute new girl in class. Nice one, Suga.

[percyjacksonunofficialfanpage]

i’m really just lying in my bed imagine little solangelo things as i fall asleep and i would like to share some of these with you

firstly, be aware that there are ToN spoilers in here so if you don’t want that then move along

also heads up i mention ptsd in this and i would like to state that i am not at all trying to say that nico having ptsd is a good thing or like an awesome addition to solangelo’s relationship, i’m just sharing some of my ideas for how he might cope with it xoxo enjoy

1.) so in ToN will told apollo that nico has ptsd (my poor bby omg i literally cried). so i was thinking maybe when nico was having a hard time sleeping bcs of nightmares or flashbacks or sudden anxiety, he’ll go and get will and bring him to the hades cabin with him

2.) and then will starts out by lying on the floor next to nico’s bed just so nico feel less anxious, since at least now nico’s significant annoyance is in the same room as him, so it should ease some of the anxiety

3.) but eventually every time nico just ends up sleeping on the floor next to will

4.) sometimes when he has a particularly bad nightmare/flashback (like bianca dying in front of him while he can’t do anything to save her) he wakes up on the floor next to will and starts having a sort of panic attack, and will will wake up and put his arms around nico very slowly so that he doesn’t alarm him, then rests his head on nico’s shoulder

5.) and that really helps nico because its like something tangible and real to hold on to for him to calm down again

6.) and sometimes just to make sure that will is real and is actually there with him nico will sort of twist his fingers in the fabric of will’s shirt

7.) i would also like to state that i want will to be the kind of person who wears really comfortable clothes or like clothes made out of soft fabric, you know like those shirts that are kind of light and thin but are alo really soft

8.) and sometimes when will is hugging nico like that he’ll start softly singing this song in italian that nico taught him a while ago and will went and learned the lyrics specifically so he could sing it for nico

9.) and then sometimes if will manages to calm nico down enough then nico will sort of just drift back to sleep while will is holding him and singing

10.) also i feel like nico and will are definitely the kind of couple that goes all out on holidays

11.) and i know it probably doesn’t seem like nico would do that sort of thing but like consider how he and bianca would probably celebrate christmas and halloween together and those were important moments of his childhood

12.) at first nico was reluctant to like even celebrate christmas and other holidays because it hurt to remember him and bianca celebrating their traditions and singing christmas songs together

13.) but eventually nico was able to just appreciate the memories for what they were and celebrate with will and the 7 (maybe he could even summon jason as a ghost or something for very special occasions? idk how that works but if we could figure that out it would be great tyty)

14.) so he and will always go all the way now and like decorate the Hades cabin to be a haunted house for the younger campers who stay all year to enjoy, because if they’re staying all year then they probably have a tough-ish home life and nico makes to treat them with a lot of kindness and buys king-sized candy bars for halloween to hand out

15.) and they do the same thing for christmas, but he and will go christmas shopping for each year-long camper individually, and buy presents that fit each camper’s personality and interests

16.) and nico takes little kids caroling around camp half blood and teaches them christmas songs in italian and the apollo kids play music and they go up to the big house and put on a little christmas concert for the counselors and chiron and even dionysus

17.) literally why have we never discussed christmas at camp halfblood wasnt christmas a pagan holiday originally like-

18.) anyway and nico and will would help the youngest campers make crafts and things to decorate their cabins with, and they could put antlers on the pegasi and have chariot races that are kind of reminiscent of santa’s sleigh and the reindeer

that’s all i’m going to say for this one, but like just imagine all of that please

[mister-lady]

🍅🐯🌻🌱🗺️🍇 for Harvey!

Mcvkjddjk!!! Tytytyy!!!! 🥰🥰

🍅 - What makes your f/o blush?

Poor bby gets flustered over almost anything and I love it gkgmskjffi can and will say thinks that I know will get him flustered and he knows that I do it on purpose too ckvkkdjkg >:|D!!!

🐯 - What’s your f/o’s favorite animal?

Hmm,, I feel like he would like very domestic but simple pets, like cats or fish and maybe birds!!

🌻 - How does your f/o cheer you up?

Harvey will often offer giving me a massage since he likes doin that or cookin something for me and tends to have several simple distractions for me if I get sad since he's a doctor and all!

🌱 - How does your f/o feel about nature?

Harvey actually really likes the nature and likes to help me take care if plants since I'm always bad remembering!!! He likes to study the plants and will sometimes geek out about it and I love it vmkfmakdjf

🗺️ - If you could go anywhere with your f/o, where would you go?

Hmmm,,, probably somewhere kinda quiet like a park or such becaus Harvey doesn't really like crowds so nothing too big!! Maybe som place where you could watch airplanes take off or somethin like along the coast of a beach or somethin!!!

🍇 - Does your f/o naturally give themself “me time,” or do they need reminders from time to time?

Harvey is actually fairly decent and remembering to give himself some selfcare and I'm really glad about it!! Tho he often overloads himself and then I sometimes have to give him a small reminder to take a break or not to overwork himself!! Poor anxious doctor just needs to be hellddd!!