#the do you think you cry a lot question too though ;; just him humming omg

[mondstalgia]

I'm not transcribing all of it but here are my favorite parts:

Q: Would you say you are someone who can go out of character quickly? JD: I'm not very good at pulling out of it. It's more like..slowly returning to myself. Then of course it will take some time for the impression to leave afterwards if the scene was really emotional before. It will take me a moment to let go of that feeling, but not too long.

Q: Do you prefer to love or be loved? JD: Love or be loved...both of it is important. Since it's mutual.

Q: Summarize your personality in 3 words. JD: Emotional, intuition, rebellious. Oh intuition? It's just that I rely on my intuition to do things. Most things are motivated by my intuition. There is no other reason.

Q: What's the craziest thing you have ever done? JD: I had a huge fight in the streets with all my friends and then we ran away. (note: there is a video on twitter of DianDian boxing with a friend surrounded by a huge crowd lol I can't find it rn)

Q: If you woke up as a cat one day, what's the first thing you'd do? JD: I want to see what's fun about cardboard boxes.

[lovetorn]

homework help [roommate!dream au]

pairing: dream x reader

summary: wilbur helps you with homework and dream is angy >:(

w/c: 1.2k+

a/n: thank u for your request, anon! i hope this is good enough ahhah i made it into an actual one shot instead of replying to the ask because it ended up a lot longer than i thought.

warnings: swearing

roommate!dream masterlist

request: omg hi!! can i request more of r!dream being jealous of wilbur? thank you so much :)) —

Dream had asked you an hour ago whether or not you were coming for lunch with him and the boys, and you had said no. Instead, you sit at your desk, your fingers typing away answers for a handful of questions your professor gave you for one of your classes.

Glaring at the screen, you struggle with the last question. Your phone sits idly next to you and you stop yourself from messaging Wilbur for help—you’re sure he’s had enough of you asking him for the answers. But as you sit there for 10 more minutes, your stomach growling, the urge to text him grows and soon your thumbs are flying across your phone screen asking him.

Wilbur replies almost instantly and tells you he’s close to your apartment, so he may as well come over—you are ecstatic. You smile at your texts and feel a sense of relief; hopefully, after he’s helped you, you can go and see if the boys are still at lunch and get something before they leave.

Minutes later, there’s a soft knock on the apartment door and you rush to open it, grinning when you see the tall man coming to save you.

“Thank you,” You close the door behind him. “I’m stuck on the last question and I literally can’t do it.”

Wilbur laughs. “Well, luckily you’ve got the smartest guy in Psych 3 to help you,” He winks. You shove his shoulder and lead him to your room. He throws himself onto your bed and eyes the word document on your laptop. You close your bedroom door and sit down in your spinny chair, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Okay, so basically, you just need to research a model that would fit the situation given. I used the Bioecological Systems Model, if that helps,” Wilbur explains, staring at your ceiling. “I suggest either the Normative and Non-Normative Development Model or the Dynamic Systems Perspective if you wanted to go a different route to mine.”

You nod and watch as he lolls his head to look at you. You sigh deeply and spin around to your laptop. “Okay. Please keep your thinking cap on if I ask you questions,” You giggle.

Starting your research, you hear Wilbur start humming an unfamiliar tune and the sound calms your brain that seems to be going a million miles a minute. Your eyes dart around the screen, looking at graphs and key elements within the different models and then you’re ready to answer the question.

The sound of the front door closing catches your attention as you type the last word of the long answer question. Your mood deflates when you realise you’ve missed the opportunity for lunch with Dream and the boys and you groan.

Wilbur catches on to your disappointment. “What’s up?”

You spin around to face him. “I was hoping I could still get lunch with Dream after I finished this. But he’s back already,” Wilbur nods.

A sudden knock at your bedroom door turns your attention from your concern on your hunger to the sound. “Come in!”

Dream peaks his head into your room, a smile on his face when he sees you. His eyes move to Wilbur on your bed and you see his smile falter. You pay no mind to it, though, choosing to look at the paper bag that Dream holds.

“I brought you lunch.”

You could cry at the sheer warmth that spreads across your chest at his gesture. You stand from your chair and walk over to him, grinning widely and taking the bag in your hands. You open the bag to see your favourite sandwich from the cafe down the road sitting wrapped in a piece of parchment paper.

“Dream,” You mumble, reaching your arm out to give him a side hug. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”

The blonde laughs, his chest vibrating against your cheek. His arm wraps around your shoulder and hugs you tightly. “As your roommate, I am obliged to buy you lunch when you can’t get it.”

You giggle and pull away from him to see him eyeing Wilbur, whose thumbs dart around his phone screen.

“I owe you one,” You say, smiling up at him. Dream’s gaze comes back to you and you melt at his generosity. His green eyes swim with something close to admiration and you’re sure yours are doing the same.

“I better get going then,” A voice calls from behind you. You turn to see Wilbur standing from your bed and your head tilts.

“But I need you to read over my answer!” You complain, pointing at your laptop.

Wilbur shakes his head. “It’s fine, you’re smart.” You throw your head back in exasperation and step forward to hug him.

“Bye,” You murmur, your face pressed against his sternum.

Wilbur laughs. “Just edit it before you submit it and I’m sure you’ll get full marks.” You nod and let him go.

You place the bag with your sandwich in it on your desk and watch as Wilbur brushes past Dream on his way out. “See ya, man!” He calls.

Dream’s expression is sour as he replies. “Bye!” The front door closes after Wilbur and Dream sighs. You turn towards your desk, pull out your lunch, and be careful not to spill any lettuce onto your floor.

“Why was Wilbur here?” Dream’s voice startles you for a moment, you didn’t expect him to still be in your room.

“He was helping me with the homework questions for Psych 3,” You reply, taking a bite of your sandwich. Dream walks further into your room and settles in your desk chair. He pulls your laptop towards him and his eyes pour over your words.

“It’s not very good, but Wilbur gave me some advice, so I hope it’s good enough,” You speak with your mouth full and Dream throws you an amused look.

You sit on the edge of your bed and chew on your lunch nervously. You’re never this anxious when Wilbur reads over your work, so what makes Dream any different?

After you’ve finished your sandwich and gulped down a bottle of water, Dream’s finished.

“It’s good!” He says, pushing off your desk to roll along the floor in your chair. You gnaw on your fingernail.

“Just good?” You ask, meeting his eyes. His gaze is hard and you fear it’s because he’s trying not to laugh at how bad it’s written.

“No, it’s good. I mean good in a good way, obviously,” Dream utters. “Fuck, it’s better than anything I’ve submitted for homework, I usually reserve my brain for assignments.”

His laugh allows you to ease up. “Yeah, that’s because you’re way smarter than me,” You admit, cheeks heating up. "Plus, Wilbur helped me, so that's the only reason it's good."

Dream’s eyebrows raise and then he’s looking at his hands, scoffing lightly. You don’t hear what he says.

“Huh?” You push, standing from your bed and walking to the trash can behind the door. Dream shakes his head.

“Nothing. Anyway…” He trails off before he, too, stands. “I got an assignment to work on…” He throws his thumb over his shoulder. “I better—”

“Yeah! Of course, go do your assignment,” You smile, opening the door wider to usher him out. Dream nods, his lips rolled between his teeth, and then he slides out of your room.

[multi-maker]

hi hi! so i just recently just found out about your blog and i LOVE your writings! may i request an albedo x reader angst to fluff about the reader thinking he likes sucrose even though he’s just asking her on how to confess to the reader? aaa im so sorry for making a complicated request 🥺💔

:000 i loved writing this so much omg aaa it broke my heart but it also mended it ?? sorry for writing this very late !! admin dawn has had a bit of a problem trying to get albedo’s personality right hehe-

also, don’t be sorry for making it very detailed! like what anemo and i put in the rules, the more detailed the request, the better!! <33

your wish is my command~!

“ i always know that you make me smile “ | a.

albedo was a strange person. he knew lots of things about the world, figuring out the unknowns and unlocking mystery after mystery. he was intelligent and polite, and can be quite excited when talking about something that interested him. he was always talking about alchemy, the secrets of the world, and things he wanted to create.

to you, albedo was someone who became constant. not only was he polite and intelligent, albedo was nice to you; he was gentle and understanding towards you. 

it wasn’t a surprise that you fell for the genius alchemist of mondstadt.

his looks added to that factor too; silky and soft pale blonde hair and eyes that glimmered beautifully. albedo was also known to be quite a looker himself; some even placing him in the pedestal of the winery master himself.

you noticed that you fell for him when you realized you felt quite empty when he didn’t show up for three days, too into his experiments. when seeing him already brought a smile to your face, when watching him talk about the things he loved made you feel warm. when you see him take time off just to play with klee.

but of course, the genius alchemist already had someone in mind.

his student, sucrose. sucrose wasn’t that younger than the both of you, merely a year or two younger. she was painfully shy but she was kind and gentle. like albedo, her intelligence also shone brightly. she was very giving and worked hard to prove herself to her teacher.

it pained you to admit that albedo may be in love with her, only seeing you as a friend and nothing more.

“y/n.” albedo’s silky voice snapped you out of your rather depressing thoughts, causing you to look where he was. he stood a few feet away from you, sketchbook in hand alongside his pen. “albedo! good morning.” you greeted him, and you hated how you already felt happy and energized just seeing the genius alchemist.

albedo gives you a soft smile, walking towards you. “i know this is quite sudden, but i wanted to ask you for a favor.” he says, stopping in front of you. you hum, locking your hands behind your back. “depends what kind of favor it is. the last favor you made me do almost made me fall in the middle of a large hilichurl camp.” you grumbled teasingly, lips quirking. albedo chuckles sheepishly, tilting his head. “well, i would have saved you if that happened.” he suggested, making you blink in surprise. warmth flooded you, making your cheeks tint pink.

you clear your throat, smiling brightly. “well? what favor is it, then?” you ask him. he gestures you to follow him which you gladly did. “i am...not familiar with the world of romance...so i decided to ask you, my most trusted friend.” he speaks slowly, looking away from you as he takes in mondstadt scenery.

unknown to him, your heart shattered into tiny pieces.

“a-ah! what is it?” you ask him, looking down on your feet. you didn’t know why you were doing this to yourself; breaking your heart by telling albedo advice. “i have liked this person for quite some time now...and i think it is time for me to confess.” albedo answers you, looking at you in the corner of his eye.

you swallow the upcoming bile in your throat, your tummy doing flips which made you nauseous. you could practically feel and hear your heart shatter at his words, your hands turning clammy. you could feel your eyes turning misty but you push the tears back.

maybe you were too selfless, but you were a friend to albedo. he trusted you so much to come to you for this type of advice. deep down, you didn’t want to give him advice. you wanted to scream at him, tell him you love him.

but...maybe this is better.

so you force a smile, and the words tumbled out from your mouth.

“well, it depends on the person! if the person you like is quite shy and doesn’t like attention, then maybe you should confess to them when you’re alone. public proposals are a bit too much if the person is shy and quite reclusive. it’ll only pressure them, and that’s not a good thing!” you tell him, wagging your finger. “i suggest drawing them? since you’re a really good artist, then maybe making a portrait of them will touch them!” you added on, smiling.

he stops in his tracks, eyes turning to you.

“y/n...why are you crying?”

you freeze, eyes widening at his words. slowly, your fingertips touched your cheeks and true to his words, there were indeed tears streaming down from your eyes.

curse your emotional self.

waving your hands around, you let out a nervous and high pitched laugh. “it’s nothing, it’s nothing! dust probably came in my eyes hehe...” you replied to him, your smile shaky. 

albedo tilted his head, his eyes seemingly analyzing you. you were frozen when he steps near, hands coming up to touch your cheeks. “did i hurt you?” he mutters, his eyes staring into yours. “e-eh...?” you stumble, swallowing. “w-why would you hurt me? you did nothing wrong, albedo! like i said, dust probably came in my eyes...” you trail off when albedo shuts his eyes, sighing softly.

“i asked kaeya on how to confess too. he told me that i should fool around with the person i like, asking them how to confess and such, then drop my question when the moment felt right.” albedo says softly, opening his eyes.

“but i didn’t expect you to cry and think that i was referring to sucrose.”

your cheeks burned at his words and at his accusatory eyes, making you gulp. “w-well! who else could you refer to! acting grandmaster jean? if so, then maybe confessing to her under the big tree in windrise will make her think about you more! or is it lisa? you can give her a sealed scroll! oh, is it amber? then-”

“i was referring to you.”

you went still as a rock at his honest words, eyes meeting his serious ones. you open your mouth to speak, but no words escaped. you were left gaping at him, eyes wide and cheeks bright. “i do not like sucrose that way. she is my student and only that. acting grandmaster jean is only my superior and i merely respect lisa for her intelligence and prowess. amber is only someone i am curious about and that is that. i do not like any of them,” he pauses, collecting his words.

“i like you, y/n.”

your cheeks turned hotter at his words and you couldn’t form a single sentence. the corner of his lips quirked at your reaction, his eyes gentle and amused. he opens his sketchbook, stopping at a particular page.

it was a drawing of you when you and him were out on an adventure. it was a sketch of you asleep against a tree, face peaceful and relaxed. “you are the person i like. i am sorry if i hurt you because of how insensitive i came off towards your own feelings, kaeya told me that this will make you find out about how i feel towards you and...” albedo trails off when you tackled him, a bright and relieved laughter escaping your lips. his arms instinctively rose to hug you around the waist as he looks at you, eyes misty but bright and happy. your lips were pulled into a bright smile, expression soft and gentle. no matter how much he practice, he could never replicate your emotions. it was too pure and bright to even be copied and it always turned lousy, something undeserving of someone like you.

“i like you too, albedo. i really do.”

relief crossed in his face, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“i’m glad, y/n. i really am.”

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

omg I love your work very much! You write really great and it's a pleasure to read you. I have a small request, if it's possible. I've never read this before so why write a one-shot (or series?) with a reader pregnant with chishiya ? (pleassse) With this news, it becomes extremely protective with the reader. Thank you so much !!

Yeah sure! Here you go! ❤

Trying My Best | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Ann, OC)

Summary: You tell Chishiya that you’re pregnant and his change in behaviour from the news is hard not to notice

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, murder, swearing, graphic violence (guns), heavy angst, vomiting, panicking, blood

Word Count: 3.3k

*reader is female

Chishiya gif credit

“Chishiya, I think I’m pregnant.”

The statement hit the young man like a thousand knives. He stood up on the roof of the hotel, the moon reflecting off his glowing skin. You stared at his side profile, waiting for his reaction to the news, but he merely sighed and tucked a piece of his bleached hair behind his ears. “How do you know?”

“I’ve been throwing up a lot, without even feeling nauseated at first. It just suddenly hits and I have to run to the bathroom,” you began listing your symptoms to back your claim. “I also have been a lot more tired, going to bed super early and waking up super late. As well as my period hasn’t come yet, and it’s been a week since it was due.”

You still kept your eyes on Chishiya, trying to figure out how he was feeling. His emotions hardly ever come through his body language. He seemed too calm for your liking, but you couldn’t exactly tell because you weren’t able to see his eyes.

“It is mine?” he asked, turning to you with a serious expression. Your eyes widened in shock. “Whose else would it be Chishiya?” you exclaimed, shoving his shoulder in disbelief.

Chishiya smirked and looked away from you again. “Just making sure.”

“Do you want to keep it?”

The question took Chishiya off guard. “That’s not my choice to make,” he said.

“Yeah but if it were?” you pressed, sliding along the railing until your sides were touching. Chishiya went quiet for a few minutes, thinking about his answer. “I would hate to bring a baby into this world if I’m being totally honest,” he started. “But it’s not like we have a choice.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and sound against his warmth and scent. He laid his cheek on top of your head and sighed heavily.

“What are we going to do Chishiya? We’re too young to be parents, let alone in a world like this.” You felt your eyes start to water but tried your best to hold in your cries. You were terrified. Not only would you have to go through nine months of pregnancy, you would also have to play games in order to keep your visa valid.

“Hey,” you heard Chishiya say. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll push through this together. And I’ll make sure I’m here with you every step of the way.”

His words made you smile sadly, and droop your head down into your hands. You cried softly as Chishiya rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

It would be tough, impossible even. But the both of you had each other, and that’s all you needed to push through.

***********

Ever since that evening on the roof with Chishiya when you told him about the baby, he had acted strangely since.

He had lost his cocky and smug personality, being replaced by a cautious and anxious type of behaviour. You began to feel worried about him, because it was so out of character.

It didn’t go unnoticed by other members of The Beach either. Although you hadn’t told anyone else about the news (wanting to keep it between you and Chishiya), you found yourself being confronted by a lot of people asking if Chishiya was okay.

Ann mentioned that during a meeting he rushed out suddenly, not even stopping to say where he was going or why. You reassured her that he was fine, and that the stress of the games may have just started getting to his head a bit.

It was like you were suddenly dating a whole different person. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side, always asking if you needed anything or that you were okay. He’d refuse to let you do the smallest of things, liking lifting heavy objects or even dancing in the crowd at night. There were times you would have to reason with him and remind him that you weren’t helpless, and you were basically only a few weeks pregnant, and he was acting like you were eight months. He always shrugged it off though and argued back that he just felt overwhelmed, so he wanted to try his best to be the best partner he could be during the stressful time.

But when push came to shove and you had to participate in games to renew your visa, Chishiya always insisted that he went with you. Even if you said no and tried to convince him that you would be fine, he refused to listen. You didn’t have a chance when trying to reason with his stubbornness.

*************

You had decided to participate in a game a few days earlier than when your visa would expire so you wouldn’t have the stress of having to rush to one on the night it expired. As well as you had been feeling okay for the past few hours and you didn’t want to lose the opportunity of clearing a game when you were at your best instead of being forced to play one on one of your worse days.

When you told Chishiya your plan, you ended up having a small argument. Chishiya thought it was unreasonable for you to put yourself in danger when it could be prevented, as well as he felt anxious due to you not being able to perform to the best of your ability because you were holding your child.

But after you both calmed down after realizing that arguing would get you nowhere, you both decided to go to the game that night, as long as Chishiya was able to come with you.

The game was simple enough. It was a six of clubs. Each player had to find an area of the building to stay put in no more than groups of three. You were able to move around these small areas, but once the game started and you were inside one, you were not permitted to leave your area. There were four seekers, each with a different animal mask on their heads. Each area in the building also represented one of the seeker’s animals. The goal was to kill the seeker that had the animal corresponding to your area. So the players would have to create a way to lure the seeker’s to their position, but if they lure the wrong one, they would have to hide until they left.

To clear the game, players would have to kill all four of the seekers. But if they failed to do so in the time limit, flames would emerge from the ground of all areas, killing all the remaining players.

In the registration room, Chishiya kept a firm grip on your arm, making you stay close to him. There were two tables, one holding the usual phones for the players, but the other was covered with a variety of hand-held weapons, scattered across the top of it.

Chishiya strolled over to the weapon table and scanned the dangerous objects. He reached to a moderately sized blade and felt it in his hand before turning to you and holding it out, wanting you to take it.

“Here, you have this one. If we happen to get separated and you come across one of the seekers, give them a short jab to the throat with this. I have my taser to defend me.”

“We won’t get separated, we have designated areas.”

Chishiya looked directly in your eyes and sighed, placing a hand on your head. “You know what I mean.”

You hung your head low. He was meaning if he was to die. “Don’t you dare die on me now Chishiya. If you do anything reckless, you bet your stupid ass I will make sure you survive this game just so I can kill you later.”

Chishiya chuckled at your threat, allowing you to see his shiny teeth in a smile. He knew that if there would be a point that you were in any kind of potential danger, he would throw himself in front of you. His life wasn’t worth as much as yours or his child’s, to him at least.

Around ten minutes later, you both sat in a dark room that had a large painting of a wedge-tailed eagle across one of the walls. You both already assumed that was the seeker you were trying to attract. You came up with the plan to wait a short while before starting to attract the eagle’s attention, because then other people may have already killed their seeker, making it less of a chance for a different animal to come find you.

You both sat in silence on the uncomfortable couch that had springs and stuffing pouring out of it. It was the only piece of furniture in the room, so there wasn’t really anywhere else to wait.

You groaned as a short stab of pain shot through your lower abdomen, making Chishiya snap his head to you and place a soft hand over your arm that held your stomach area. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You waved your hand in front of you. “It’s fine, just a cramp.”

Chishiya sighed in relief and rubbed your back soothingly. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest, thumping against his ribcage rapidly. He was terrified, but he sure knew how to hide it from you.

You both sat in silent together, your head leaning against Chishiya’s chest as he stroked your head softly, trying to keep your nerves down. “How are we going to keep this up Chishiya?” you asked out of the blue. Chishiya hummed in acknowledgement. “I don’t know, we’ll just take one step at a time.”

The situation was overwhelming for you. With the mix of the fear of dying, your stomach cramps, Chishiya’s comforting voice and the eerie atmosphere, you couldn’t help but feel tears of stress start developing in your eyes. Before you could even get the chance to wipe them away, a sudden sob erupted from your throat, making you cover your mouth and push your face further into Chishiya’s chest.

“Aw no, don’t cry,” Chishiya cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and holding you close. “We’re going to be fine. Trust me,” Chishiya pulled back and held your teary face in his palms. “As long as I’m here, nothing’s going to hurt you.”

You smiled at his promise, leaning into his touch on your cheek, making his face glow slightly pink.

As you and Chishiya stayed huddled close together and spoke in whispered tones, you froze as you began to hear a small noise just outside the door of the room.

Chishiya didn’t seem to hear it, and he kept talking. “Shh!” you said, cutting him off. He frowned at you and followed your gaze to the large, grey door that stood opposite to your position on the couch.

Silence filled the air as you both tried hard to listen. The tension in the room was making you almost suffocate.

“I think there’s someone outside.” you stated, standing up from your position and slowly beginning to shuffle along the floor towards the door. But Chishiya rushed after you and pulled you back before your hand could touch the door handle.

“What are you doing?!” he whisper-yelled, turning you towards him by moving your shoulders. You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? We need to kill it!”

“But we don’t know if it’s the eagle or not. It’s better if we hide until we’re sure it’s the one we have to kill.”

“We haven’t got time! We have less than five minutes to finish the game, so the chance of the eagle being the only one left is quite likely.”

“You don’t know that. And we aren’t even sure whether they carry weapons or not. It’s too high of a risk, and I’m not letting you put yourself in danger like that, especially when you’re pregnant with our child.”

“For fucks sake Chishiya! I’m not defenseless!”

Your yells became louder and louder with each argumentative statement, which eventually gave away your position to the seeker that stood just outside the door.

Just as you were about to rip away from Chishiya’s grip on your shoulder when you heard the large door creak open. You both turned around abruptly at the sound and laid on your eyes on a tall figure with an eagle mask covering his face. In his hand he held a small machine gun, making Chishiya’s stomach drop at the sight of it.

“Y/N!”

He grabbed your shoulders once again as you stood there in shock, not being able to move. Chishiya yelled as he pulled you roughly further into the room towards another small door that led to a closet. A few rounds of bullets shot around the room, illuminating the small space for a few short milliseconds and making the both of you develop a piercing ringing noise in your ears.

Chishiya pulled you against him as you struggled, pushing you against the wall with him in front of you, shielding you from the seeker. As he did so, he ripped the small closet door open beside you and shoved you inside, panicking and trying to get you to safety as soon as possible.

You fell to the floor of the closet, a small groan leaving your mouth as you hit the ground harshly. You were about to stand up again to push yourself out to help Chishiya, but he kicked you down before you had the chance. Your eyes landed on his, filled with frustration, but they softened as they saw the waterfalls cascading down his face.

“Please,” he choked out, putting the door behind him so the seeker can’t shoot him from the back. “For once in your life just listen to me and stay in here. Please don’t come out.”

That’s all he said before he stepped around the closet door and slammed it shut. The absolute fear and sadness on his face was burnt into your mind. You had never seen Chishiya hold such dreadful emotion on his features. It made you feel awfully guilty for picking a fight with him.

You finally came to your senses, the ringing in your ears faded and the gunshots just outside the door made your head spin. You sobbed and covered your ears with your hands, trying to block out the sounds. Your stomach churned and groaned, and you suddenly felt the urge to throw up.

You lunged forward from your sitting position on the floor and emptied the contents of your stomach on the tiled ground, coughing and gagging on the putrid smell and taste of it in your mouth.

“Fuck,” you mumbled out, rubbing your eyes to clear the tears dripping from them.

Something shifted in the pocket of your jeans, making you turn your head and place a hand over the object. Reaching in, you hissed as a sharp blade slightly cut your finger. You pulled it out gently and held it in front of you.

It was the blade Chishiya gave you at the start of the game.

“I can’t abandon him. My last words to him can’t be an argument,” you rasped out, putting a hand to your chest to recover your breathing. “I’m not going to let him die. He can’t escape being a father that easily.”

Slowly you lifted yourself up onto your feet, using the shelves in the closet as leverage. You shuffled towards the door, holding your blade out in front of you, ready to attack if you needed. You weren’t thinking straight, at that moment you didn’t even think about the fact that the seeker had a gun, all you could think about was Chishiya.

You slowly pressed down on the door handle, opening it carefully in case the seeker was still in the room. It was back to it’s darkness, making your heart drop lower.

You stepped out around the door. It was eerily quiet, making you become anxious. Something must have happened. It wouldn’t be this quiet if Chishiya and the seeker were still fighting.

A sudden wet feeling on your foot broke you from your thoughts and you glanced down to see a dark liquid seeping into your shoe. You leaned down to look at it more closely, noticing how a strong metallic smell filled your nostrils as you did so.

It was blood, but whose blood was it?

Your breathing began to quicken as you started panicking. It was a large puddle, there was no way Chishiya would survive if he got injured that badly.

“Chishiya!” you yelled out, hearing nothing but your own echo answering you. You held no care for being heard by the potentially still alive seeker at that moment. All you wanted was to find Chishiya.

“Chishiya, please!” You lifted your feet and rushed to the grey door where the seeker originally came from. It was slightly ajar and a light from the hallway outside was shining through into the room.

You pushed through the door, almost tripping over in the process. Further up the hall, two people laid on the ground. One was on their back with no movement while the other was leant up against the wall clutching their shoulder.

The injured one wore a white hoodie, making you immediately recognize them as your partner.

“Oh my god, Chishiya.” you whispered as you approached him, eyes locking on the large blood stain on his white hoodie. “Y/N, I told you to stay in the room,” he groaned out.

You placed a hand against his that held his wound, trying to keep pressure on it to lessen the bleeding. “I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to let you die that easy.”

He smiled up at you, a pained expression on his face as he hissed and whimpered at the pain of his wound. “They got me in the shoulder, but that was it.”

“You should be fine. If we get back to The Beach and get Ann to remove the bullet, it’ll heal fine.”

He knew you didn’t really know that. You were trying to reassure yourself that he would live. But either way, he wasn’t planning on dying on you anytime soon.

You looked away from him, glancing over at the figure lying on the ground motionless. The eagle mask was still lazily placed on their face. Chishiya probably didn’t want to remove it out of respect for the individual.

“How’d you kill them?” you asked, locking eyes with him once again.

“A few shocks around the ears to knock them out. But I didn’t take any sharp blades with me so I had to get creative,” he explained, nodding over towards a small slab of metal that laid a few metres away. “After a few hits with that to their head, they were gone.”

You cringed at the thought, but you appreciated Chishiya having the bravery to do that.

You felt a soft hand pressing itself against your stomach, rubbing the spot up and down. “Are they okay?”

A smile spread across your face. “I think so. They didn’t help much by making me throw up in the closet,” you laughed, making Chishiya grin.

“Causing mum trouble already.”

A happy tune being played from each of your pockets caught your attention.

“Game Clear. Congratulations.”

The reality suddenly hit you. You were alive and so was Chishiya. And although you would have to go through many more traumatic and harsh events such as the one you had just experienced, you would at least be there for each other, whether the outcome was bad or not.

“Come on. Let’s go home,” Chishiya groaned, using his good arm to push himself up. You helped him by lifting him by his shoulders.

You were alive today, and that’s all that mattered. You would worry about tomorrow when it comes round to it.

[seveliyukie]

Summary: You had a bad day and your crush comforts you

Short and okay ish ig but read for comfort:)

Akaashi x reader (Phone call)

You were having a shitty Monday. It all started when you fell off a too-tall-for-your-short-ass bike causing you to fracture your wrist.

Then that same morning, you started to feel feverish and nauseous during class. Your friends looked over at you in concern, but you waved it off to stress about the quiz at the end of class.

Except by the end of the quiz (which you definitely did not finish on time), you were running to the bathroom to throw up whatever meager food you had in your stomach. To top it all off, you found out your best friend tested positive for covid.

Considering everything, you were proud of yourself for not absolutely breaking down yet. With nationals approaching, you were a nervous ball of stress that your wrist wouldn't heal on time and your starter position would be taken from you.

After your long day, you flopped onto your bed ready to just sleep it off when you heard a text go off.

Hey, I didn't see you at practice today. Is everything alright?

Your face heated up when you saw who it was from. Akaashi Keiji had noticed your absence from practice. That could only mean he was looking for you… right?

Picking up your phone you texted him back:

Hey! Yeah, just had a rough day that's all. I'm okay though.

Really? I heard from your coach that you broke your wrist.

Omg he asked about you. That meant something for sure right?

Fractured not broken haha

Ah, yes, very important clarification.

It is! Fracture means I'll still make it for nationals.

I think that should be the last of your worries.

You contemplated how to respond but dropped your phone when you saw his next text.

Can I come check on you?

You scramble to pick up your phone to respond. Just as you typed yes you stopped yourself remembering your possible exposure to the stupid pandemic disease. Instead you respond:

Aw, that's sweet of you, but my friend tested positive so I don't want to risk exposing you in case I have it. What would the men's team do without their brilliant setter?

You see the three dots and nervously bite your lip waiting for his response. One that doesn't come as your phone suddenly starts buzzing with Akaashi's face in the middle.

"Hello?" You answer with a hesitant voice. He never called.

"Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to call to see if you're doing okay. I know it must be really tough for you right now."

"No it's fine. I'm okay, really." You say. You don't even process lying about how you are anymore. It's just instinct.

Akaashi hums doubtfully. "Are you sure? That's a lot to be dealing with."

You pause. In a quieter voice you respond, "yeah, it kinda sucks."

And just like that the floodgates open. You don't know how long he stays on the phone with you as you cry quietly about how miserable you feel and how scared you are about nationals. All through it, he offers the occasional soft reassurance. By the time you've calmed down, you feel much better than you did before.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what that was." You tell him, embarrassed.

"Don't apologize. It sounds like you needed that."

"Yeah…"

A silence follows.

"Y/N…"

"Yes?"

"I hope you know I'll always be here for you. You don't have to hide how you're feeling with me. I want to be here for you like you always are for the people around you. You deserve the world." He almost sounds embarrassed but you think that can't be true. It's Akaashi after all.

"Thanks Keiji. I really appreciate it." You question how you got so lucky to have him in your life.

"Anytime, y/n. Get some rest. Goodnight."

A/N: Fun fact: this is also a true story. It happened to me yesterday (the bad stuff. The Akaashi part is what I wish someone could've done for me but it's fine we're chilling). Anyway hope you enjoyed the comfort! Not my best work but give me a break-_- (also if you like these based on my life stuff or have suggestions plz lmk. I love interacting w my readers)

[mguvmii]

Headcanons for Teru, Kou, Yamabuki and Akane(boy) with an S/O who is ALWAYS on their phone. Like right before class, right after class, in the hallway, ALWAYS.

I LITTERALLY LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS SM !! :D <3

Hi anon! thanks for requesting, and tsym for the compliment <3 I hope you enjoy this late request I'm sorry.

characters; Teru, Kou, Yamabuki(lemon), Akane(male)

warnings; none! not proofread! 

note; I'm finally back from vacation and now I'm taking care of requests! I've been in a very halloween mood recently, binging Tim Burton films and whatnot. Did anyone see that Long Live The Pumpkin Queen dropped a week or two ago?

- It may not seem like it right away, but this boy pouts whenever he sees you on your phone. 

- It’s not just an hour or more on it either, it’s every single time you’re free! Outside of class, in the hallways, before class, the list doesn’t stop!

- He just doesn’t get what you’re looking at on your phone. With how many hours total you’re on your phone, it makes him wonder if you’re doing something important.(You’re not)

-  He also doesn’t understand the interest of being on their phone 24/7. Surely they’d get bored eventually. 

- On the times when you’re not in class and you’re free, (and when he’s free), he’ll get upset and pouty because you’re on your phone yet again! You’re not even paying full attention to him! 

- He’ll glare at the phone like it offended him in every single language (Teru fully believes this too!) 

- Finally he’ll get sick of it and do something about it. 

- He’ll grab your phone from your hands and then gently grasp your face and turn it towards him. 

- He wants you to know that he needs attention to. He has that pout on his face, though it’s not that noticeable. His eyes give it away. 

- “Pay attention to me Y/n. I can make your time more interesting than this device hm?” 

- Confidence king. 

- That gets you flustered. It was then that you realize just how much time you spend on your phone that you neglected your boyfriend. 

- please give him a hug and a kiss on the lips as an apology. He gets blushy when you initiate first, but he loves it. 

- At first he wouldn’t say anything about it. Sure, he’s seen you on your phone before and after class, but that’s normal right? 

- Nope. You’re not only on it before and after class. You’re on it when walking through the hallways and at lunch! You’re barely paying attention to him! He’ll realize this and get pouty. 

- Sulking x10. He’ll pout and sulk, hoping you’d pay attention to him. He’ll ask bizarre questions in hopes of getting your attention. You always reply with a hum or a small mhm. 

- “Hey s/o, I’m thinking about getting tattoos and dying my hair green. What do you think?” 

- “ah mhm.” 

- Yeah he’d silently cry inside. He’s like a sad puppy omg. It’s gotten so bad, Hanako brings it up with him a lot. Surely as an s/o, they were supposed to spend time with him. 

- Thanks to Hanako, this poor guy suddenly overthinks. He gets these thoughts of you losing interest or finding someone better on the internet. He’ll sulk more and be sad. 

- Finally he’ll say something to you. Kou’s not one to beat around the bush. He’ll tell you how he feels straight up. He tells you that you’re not paying attention to him and how hurt it makes him. 

- You realize that he’s right, you’re in the wrong. You feel really guilty about it, knowing that you were being rude. 

- Better apologize and give him a kiss. Wrap your arms around his waist and give him that look. It’s the look of fondness and love, to let him know you’re still in love with him. 

- You have to reassure him please :( He’s always behind Teru’s shadow, so he has doubts about his looks and such. 

- Just give him lots of love, some head pats, and apologize.He’ll be back to his blushing shy self in no time! 

- Honestly , he’s always on his phone, so it doesn’t bother him. You two are constantly absorbed into whatever you’re doing. 

- Him on social media, updating posts while you were doing something else. 

- From an outside pov, it doesn’t seem like you two are actually together or love each other. (Wrong! You actually love Lemon a lot ) 

- On rare occasions, when Lemon isn’t on his phone, he’ll want your attention. 

- Unfortunately he doesn’t get it because you’re on your phone as much as he is. In the hallways, before and after class, lunch, after school. 

- He’ll pout, and then he’ll realize just how unhealthy this is. We love a self aware king. You two are always on your phone, it’s not a proper relationship. 

- He’ll try to fix himself first before saying something to you. This includes cutting his phone time little by little. 

- Honestly, with you being on your phone when he’s not, it gets so lonely :(

- It’s like you’re there, but not at the same time. Poor boy will be upset and a little sad. He’ll whine and sulk but you ignore him. 

- He’ll be the one to say something first. He’ll bring up the obvious of being on your phone along with him. 

- He’ll tell you that it’s not healthy and he’s lonely. He knows he does it too, so he’ll try to change too. 

- You feel guilty afterwards. You didn’t realize how much it was affecting the two of you. 

- As an apology, give him cuddles and hugs. Kiss his forehead or cheek, he loves those types of kisses the most. 

- You two come to an agreement that way you can spend time with one another. 

- cue the gawking stares of students seeing you two actually paying attention to one another TT 

- He plays it off in the beginning. 

- ‘Y/n must be busy with something on there it’s fine.’ 

- but he’s very observant. 

- He’ll notice you being on your phone more than usual, even to the point where you’re walking in the hallways with it in front of your face.

-  That’s not safe! 

- Akane will definitely grab your waist and guide you through the hallways so you don’t trip and fall. 

- He figured it’d stop there.Nope, now it’s during lunch and going home too. 

- When he wants your attention, he’ll realize he can’t get it BECAUSE of that phone. 

- Oh he won’t stand for that, not at all. 

- He’ll pout, whine, subtly cling onto you in hopes of getting your attention. 

- His beloved s/o is ignoring him! 

- doubt will inevitably creep up in his mind, but he’ll push it away. 

- There’s no way you’d think about leaving him...right?

- Sad puppy eyes. He’ll give you these eyes a lot. 

- You’re not even there with him in the moment and he hates it. 

- “Y/n pay attention to me right now!” 

- He’ll grab your phone and hold it up, watching you try to grab it from him. 

- He’ll confront you about it too. 

- You’re clearly not paying attention to him and he does not like this. 

- He’ll pout and tell you how he feels, along with his doubts. He just wants to feel important again and not be outdone by a phone. 

- Please reassure him. He loves nose and cheek kisses, and he also loves it when you cling onto his arm. 

- It makes him feel warm inside. Apologize and offer to go on a date together. 

- He’ll revert right back to an energetic puppy right away!  he’ll be so happy

[hiiro-writes]

zhongluc single dad au part 4 :D

heya! i thought it would be nice to post this on father's day so here's more of my zhongluc brain vomit

also i decided on making this a fic when it's all over and i'm gonna call it "a cup of you" because i'm cheesy like that

《♡》

so diluc and zhongli have been going out together a lot these days and everyone's been talking about it and/or noticing the subtle differences

for zhongli, ningguang mentioned he smiles a lot more to himself during their meetings and likes how his smile suits him

even her wife, beidou (who sometimes brings their son kazuha to visit) says he changed

while he was hiring his niece yanfei, who just recently finished her master's degree in law, as one of the company's lawyers

she comments how happy her uncle looks these days before making her way to her new office

but the ones that notice the change most are childe, xiao, and ganyu

he atmosphere at home is a lot livelier than before too

sometimes zhongli would catch xiao and ganyu whispering amongst themselves and laughing

childe would even join them whenever he was at home

zhongli himself can feel that he's in a better mood. how diluc is able to bring out this side of him is a mystery he's willing to discover

meanwhile diluc sometimes gets distracted and daydreams during work

other times kaeya catches him smiling more when serving his customers, which brings a smile on his face

since lisa was so perceptive, she asked kaeya what was going on and decided to tell her

who told jean

who in turn told eula, who used to be her roommate in college (omg they were roommates)

rosaria (who's also working part time like eula) find out soon after when she snuck into the break room during her shift, to find lisa and eula talking about it

then there would be constant gossip among them whenever diluc was out on a date

then it devolved into placing bets on when they'll get together and bone (kaeya is pretty confident that he will win since he knows his brother best)

everything was going great. perfect really. it all felt so good, and maybe even too good

lately when zhongli and diluc were on a date they would go to guyun stone park afterwards (which was a good distance from the cafe and about a 30 minute drive from zhongli's office)

they often talk about mundane things and then have such deep conversations while walking around or sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in hand

diluc had never felt love like this before and zhongli didn't think he'd be able to love like this again

every time they're together they would forget about their worries and troublesome responsibilities

after going out together every week for 2 months they both decided to have a family dinner together

diluc will bring kaeya and bennett while zhongli will bring xiao and ganyu (when childe heard about this family dinner, he insisted on being the designated driver so that he could join. but let's face it, he wants to have a nice dinner with his boyfriend kaeya)

the dinner was simple but it was probably due to the fact that zhongli and diluc only talked to each other and basically ignored everyone else

the rest would just glance and wink at each other whenever the two would smile

bennett, xiao, and ganyu are still wondering when they would kiss

while kaeya and childe are wondering when they would bone already

it was cute seeing the two together and it was kind of a pain seeing them as a couple even though they hadn't made anything official...yet

which took diluc another month to summon up his courage

he decided that today, after three months of dating they could make their relationship official

also he was kind of fed up with the ladies (mostly lisa and rosaria) referring to zhongli as "mr hot shot ceo" and "not your boyfriend"

he wanted it to be perfect of course, and so he decided to dress well, get his hair done, and even bought a gift along with zhongli's favourite flowers, glaze lilies

unfortunately zhongli had an important meeting that day but they both agreed to meet at their usual place at guyun stone park

it made diluc nervous but karya reassured him that everything would turn out just fine since they both evidently like each other already

after zhongli finished his meeting he headed towards the park right away, only to discover that diluc wasn't there yet

when he checked the time he realised he was an hour earlier than expected, which was also fine

he didn't want to call diluc and make him rush (in case he had to do something prior to their meeting) so he decided to just stroll around the park

there were still a lot people there going about their day and zhongli wanted to observe them

a few couples, a family packing their things after a picnic, someone walking their dogs and—

"morax? it's been a while."

at the mention of his childhood nickname, zhongli spun around to find retuo

he was different. a lot different when zhongli last saw him in person. the more he stared the more he realised that even though he changed over the years there were still some things about him that never changed. such as the fond look in his eyes whenever he saw zhongli

"morax?" retuo chuckled, and when zhongli finally snapped out of his thoughts he smiled

retuo and zhongli used to be neighbours when they were younger and did everything with one another

they clicked so well together since they had the same interests and hobbies

some people around them even joked that they're glued them together

at the beginning of high school they both started to have feelings with each other and their love only grew deeper as the years passed

retuo and zhongli were together all the way through high school except on their second year of college

they hardly spent time together (even though they shared the same apartment) but classes kept piling up, and so did the workload

college was already too much for them to handle along with their crumbling reltionship

they never made anything official so they often miss each other (due to miscommunication) and would often fight about the little things

zhongli was satisfied with their relationship while retuo wanted more out of it

retuo would often be possessive about him which made time spending with friends really uncomfortable

one day they had a really bad fight and retuo mentioned the dream they had together back when they were children

zhongli shouted "you're still dreaming about that? what are you a child?"

retuo with tears in his eyes replied with "you don't have to be a child to dream"

both of them agreed that day to never see each other again since even looking at one another would inflict pain

retuo also decided that he'll move out of their shared apartment instead since he told zhongli "you bought it, you keep it"

the first few days were quiet. almost too quiet for zhongli to bear

every morning was devoided of the sound retuo cooking them breakfast while humming to their favourite song whenever zhongli would come back from his early morning walks that the other despised so much

he started to notice how everything he finds in the apartment reminded him of retuo

the table set they bought together, the matching mugs, the couch they spent 10 minutes debating over the colour, the table for two, everything

it somehow served as a "wakeup call" because after that zhongli became destructive and did things the thought he wouldn't do for a time

his friends (especially venti) would do their best to try and cheer him up and help him whenever they can, such as visiting him in his apartment and cleaning the mess he would make

he thought that he wouldn't be able to recover, that is until he met his second love, guizhong

she was patient and kind with him and accompanied him at the time he needed it the most, which filled the hole in his heart that was left behind by retuo

a few years after graduation college they decided to settle down and get married

guizhong started to get more sickly years after having ganyu and it took a toll on zhongli because he didn't want to lose someone important to him again

he had another period in his life where he had no idea what to do anymore

guizhong was gone and he hasn't heard from retuo in years but luckily for him, he still had the comfort of his friends and the company of his kids

he met retuo once again during the funeral and from there they made amends and became friends again

he told zhongli that he moved on after seeing pictures from his wedding since he saw how happy he was.

he wanted to stop by as well and pay his respects to the person who made his first and last love whole again

and of course to see how zhongli and his kids were doing

for a few days retuo stayed at their house to keep zhongli company in case he needed someone to cook with or a shoulder to cry on

retuo even took on of being ganyu and xiao's godfather, who never failed to send them gifts from overseas on their birthdays and on christmas

it was years before they met in person again here at the park but they never failed to keep in touch at least once month

they sat down together on a bench nearby and zhongli told him all about diluc and how the kids were doing

retuo was happy to hear his dear friend all happy and excited when talking about a certain someone

he even joked about wanting to attend the wedding this time to which zhongli turned red, but tried to laugh it off

they talked for a while until zhongli realised it was time to meet with diluc when he noticed the sun was nearly set

as much as retuo wanted to meet diluc, he told zhongli that he needed to be elsewhere but promised to make time if he wants to introduce his new love

before they parted they hugged each other and gave zhongli a kiss on the forehead for good luck

what they didn't know was that diluc was some distance away and saw what had happened

at first he tried to make sense of what was happening but then his mind started going off

who is that man? why is he with zhongli? are they close? why do they look perfect together?

that last question struck him and felt everything come crashing down beneath him

as he turned around and walked away his heart felt heavy yet somehow the small bouquet of glaze lilies he bought felt just as heavy as well

things can't get any worse right?

that is until he got a call from kaeya who told him not to panic

he explains to diluc that he was on the way to the hospital since bennett fell down a flight of stairs and possibly broke his arm

he also asked how his son was doing and kaeya mentions that he passed out due to the pain and that he didn't need to worry too much since bennett didn't hit his head and they were 5 minutes away from the hospital

diluc dropped the flowers and started running back to his car, telling his brother that he was on his way

there was a small traffic but fortunately diluc made it in time after the x-ray was done

the doctor told them that bennett would require surgery since his elbow hit the ground first and fractured his arm

after thanking the doctor, diluc didn't notice his knees giving into stress when he nearly sank to the floor

kaeya was able to catch him just in time and made jim sit down on a nearby bench so he can regain his bearings

he also reassured his brother that he didn't have to worry so much since barbara, jean's sister who happens to be a nurse here, is keeping an eye on bennett and making sure he isn't feeling uncomfortable

when kaeya asked about how his confession went to brighten up the mood, diluc only looked at with with tired eyes and shook his head

as much as he wanted to get answers from zhongli about what he saw, his son comes first above all else

meanwhile zhongli decided to go back home after trying to call diluc several times and waiting all by himself

he also stumbles upon a bouquet of his favourite flowers tosses aside

《♡》

happy father's day :D

okay yeah i'm a slut for angst that's all

and just to clear things up retuo is azhdaha since his name in chinese is 若陀 which is ruotuo but pronounced as retuo i believe but correct me if i'm wrong

i used the name retuo more since it felt more natural?? and because i wanted to give that name more justice

part 5 will be the last one!! hope ya'll enjoyed the series as much as i did writing it and i promise to give a happy ending to this series (not sure about the other one tho but we will see)

zhongluc single dad au series:

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5

[pseudofaux]

Omg I just saw your harr breeding kink drabble and to say I am obsessed with it is an understatement... would you pretty please with a cherry onto write other one but with Leonardo from Ikevamp please????❤️❤️❤️

:}

Thank you for your kind words about the Harr one, please enjoy this Leo! Because he’s LEO, with those LEO hangups (bless him), this turned out a little more on the romantic side, but I think it’s got some of the frenzy and intention that make breeding kink so hot. Lots and lots of soft banter and tender passion, too. I really hope it will work for you!

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

The way his eyes slowly close as he pushes into her reminds her of the astrolabe he likes to tinker with, the slender glow of gold moving beyond the reach of light. He mutters the name of a saint when he bottoms out and comes back down to her mouth.

He’s relentless today. As if it must happen on this first try. It made her laugh when they fell onto the bed together, but she can’t laugh now, not with his tongue swiping those wide stripes up either side of her while he fucks her open with his thumbs.

“Rumorosa,” he chides approvingly, mouth flat against her. “Let it all out. Don’t hold anything back.”

Like she could!

He’s got her spread shamelessly wide, but Leonardo makes her feel so treasured and safe that there she is, kind of loving this. Definitely loving his tongue. He feels the same way all his bouquets of meadow and cobblestone flowers do against her cheek, the softest and most pleasurable touch nature can provide.

“Got to get you ready, cara,” he says, and then gives her another wide lick, straight up and lasting. When he’s finally done with that agonizing holdout over her clit, he asks “You think you’re ready?”

She hums out an mmmmm so long it puts his lick to shame. He likes that enough to laugh. He’s laughing so much about all of this, so grateful and joyful, and she loves to see him be so happy. It polishes him beautifully and makes him shine, like he is shaking off his own dust. When he shrugged off his shirt earlier she swore his shoulders were glowing as he revealed them.

“I love you,” she whispers, feeling a bit small in the face of all these emotions, all this love. All this hope. He stills as soon as he processes her words, tongue against her again, one thumb just about to escape her body.

“I’d guessed that,” he says warmly, and gives her a tender kiss instead of the sensual lick she expected. “No one has ever been so generous, you know, this probably isn’t good for you.”

She can hear how he tries to make it a joke, and she puts her hands in his hair and tugs to correct him. “This is what we both want,” she reminds him. “Don’t you dare use that mind to be shifty now. Love me.” Quieter, she adds “Give me a baby, you fool.”

His hair is cloud soft and cat sleek against her thighs as he groans and kisses her firmly against her slit. His face must be a mess, but that’s nothing new.

“Baby, huh?” he says when he seems to have his composure back. She swears she can hear how his mouth is wet and his voice is a touch more gravelly than usual. “Cara mia wants a baby?” He’s using his elbows and knees to come up either side of her body on the tiny bed in his room. They’ve been through so much here, this piece of furniture has seen so many of their tears and trembles and confessions. Rarely has he been so gloriously naked as he is now. She loves how much of him she can feel. He is so perfectly warm and good to touch, she wants to grab him everywhere.

“I want your baby,” she says pointedly, rubbing her thighs together. He licked up a lot of her, but smeared just as much of her arousal around like some kind of conception spell. Leonardo has a touch of the mystic in him about all of this.

“I want to give it to you,” he growls as his face reaches hers. His palms slide along the insides of her hands and keep them on the mattress while he tilts her chin up with his nose so he can kiss her. “Damn, I want to give it to you,” he breathes against her lips. And then he grinds against her, shameless, and puts his tongue in her mouth just to tease her with what he’s not putting inside her.

She doesn’t know her own taste without the feel and flavor of his tongue anymore. He has made her very, very used to him. Now she gets a latent note of the sweetness of his cigarillos, like a memory under the flavor of her in his mouth. She yanks one hand free so she can slide it along his naked back in the same slow way he is kissing her. Serves him right.

He nips at her bottom lip so gently it gives her goosebumps from the heart-swelling tenderness. The kindness in this man is boundless. He moves to her ear so his whisper hits her like a velvet-wrapped sledge. “You sure about this here?” he asks. “Not somewhere... fancier?”

She knows he’s not asking about their location at all. “Do you want to stop?” she asks smugly. And he laughs, because these days they are used to the way she puts him on the right track.

“I can’t see why you’d think I am that cruel to you,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of that damn tongue up her throat in a powerful line of want that feels like it goes down beyond her toes. They are grinding against each other but it’s still slow, just their bodies finding the soft places where they give, where they can rest in each other.

“Hurry up before I get cruel,” she warns him, pressing a few of her nails into the swell of his back. It’s rare for a person to get close enough to a vampire to learn how supple their skin is, even if they chain smoke and don’t look after themselves well and occasionally drink paint water. The suppleness is real though, and the give of him under her nails makes them moan together.

“I want to call you a cruel mother, but I can’t yet.” He is more sober but still smiling.

“Maybe you can in a year,” she offers, releasing the press so she can stroke him with her nails instead. Light scratches, to soothe his nerves. His body moves into the touch like it always does. Catlike, sensual man.

“A mother, maybe,” he says, shifting his hips between hers, “But never cruel.”

His cock is so strong he doesn’t have to take himself in hand. He squeezes the hand of hers that he’s holding and uses his other to take her by the chin as he leans back slightly and fits himself against the space where he must go, if they’re going to do this. “You’re sure,” he says, a statement with some suspicion, but not a question.

She holds his gaze and nods. His eyes narrow but she sees the brilliant, timeless gold of them. “Do it,” she whispers. She doesn’t want to dare him but she has to show him her confidence or his might be lost, even in this, this thing he wants so very much. So she adds, challenge as light as her touch, “Give me a baby.”

The way his eyes slowly close as he pushes into her reminds her of the astrolabe he likes to tinker with, the slender glow of gold moving beyond the reach of light. He mutters the name of a saint when he bottoms out and comes back down to her mouth.

She’s tempted to tease him again, but this is a very special moment so she saves the feeling for a rainy day. This day is too beautiful and golden for it, his kiss to precious and profound. She does say, voice less sound than breath, “That’s it.”

His breath is a hiss, and he flexes inside her like a pulse of strength-- less than when he does it on purpose. “I know ‘that’s it,’ signora, you need me to show you?”

“That’s what I’m waiting for,” she tells him, unable to help herself when he literally asks for it. He teases her so much he definitely deserves this, and she’s hoping the banter will keep his mood clear of melancholy.

He makes some sound between a grunt and a sigh, with all the self-assurance of a more articulate declaration, and pulls his hips back.

“You want me to give it to you?” he murmurs. His voice is so low she tightens around his tip and wishes she were tightening around more of him. So she says yes, because she does want that. And she knows he does, too, he’s just scared of what he wants most.

Another of those grunt-sighs. “Guess I better, then,” he says, and slides home again. He’s slow about it, and he keeps his mouth right above hers so every way her lips tremble around her wordless cry make them move against him. “Better fill you up in every way, yeah?” He grinds against her, making her feel the deep, pleasurable fullness. He’s so perfect inside, she loves this man and his heart and his mind and everything that he is, but god, his cock in her is--

Leonardo’s groan is loud, much louder than usual, and then his voice is softer. “Should just be fucking you all the time anyway,” he mumbles. “This body was made to make children, you feel like heaven.”

It’s not as smooth as his usual lines, but he says it so openly she can feel her face getting hot. She won’t even try to say anything, she just squeezes his hand and presses her palm into his back and begs him with her body to please, please do it already.

And then he starts. Slow and deep, but every quality rising with the might of the sun itself. He uses his strength for once, so much that the only laziness is his warm voice between kisses.

“Fucking you,” he murmurs. “Putting a child in you.”

“Yes,” she hisses. He’s dragging himself along her top wall, using his strength to press up while he’s inside and make her legs and voice and everything about her feel like she is quaking. She is pushing her hips up to meet him, craving that carnal bump inside when he’s as deep as he can go, craving everything he’s going to give her.

Then he begins to pick up speed, not so fast she can’t keep up at all but much, much faster. He’s scooped his free hand under the back of her head to keep her in place for kisses, and he’s certainly giving her those, lots of kisses and lots of words. They pepper all the movements, spicy and tenderly dreamy all at once.

“This is going to change everything,” he whispers. “You’ll be full of me for months and then there will be a child. Carina piccola,” he says thickly. “You want a girl to give us trouble?”

She moans. There is no preference in her mind beyond their family growing. She just wants to be with him and be happy together.

He lowers his voice to a whisper again. “Maybe we should have more than one, you think?”

...She does now. All that work he did on her made her so ready for him. “Whatever you want,” she begs, before he can start talking again. He shushes her and very gently pulls at the hair behind her head.

“You gonna let me have this?”

“Yes,” she hisses again as he cradles her scalp once more. She’s not sure if he is testing her or teasing her with all the sought reassurances.

“Then I’m gonna take it,” he promises solemnly. He kisses her and grinds once more, so forcefully that the little bedframe-- well made, but only wood, after all-- creaks. “Not a good enough man not to,” he chuckles. She tries to shush him but he’s already sucking at her neck at that weak spot where the muscle joins her jaw, so she’s quickly sighing out little panting moans over how well he knows her, so she is too occupied to say anything.

Meanwhile he keeps talking. “Gonna fill you until you leak,” he tells her as he pulls back. “Until it splashes out of you, messy girl. Until there’s no chance your womb will be empty.” His thrusts are smooth and they are strong. Dependable. She believes him and she cries out his name even though what she’s calling out for is what he’s making her want.

He only feels good but she swears his strength is moving in her hard enough to scrape her insides. Then his teeth do scrape her, that paper-thin trail of fiery bliss flaring bright and making her wail again as he keeps right on fucking her. “Crying like a baby, now?” he teases, but the words are thick. He’s already thinking about late nights of exhaustion and the way they’ll endure. She can hear the way he’s half with her, pressing her into his mattress, and half in his dreams, pressing kisses to a precious newborn’s tiny fists.

“You’re the only woman,” he tells her passionately, “That I have ever--” he gulps.

She squeezes him again. She already knows this. “Stop holding back,” she whispers.

He groans twice, grips her hand so hard she feels the muscles of his palm, and then pushes himself so far into her that she feels the heat of the sheets under her and the warning of the headboard.

“Alright,” he mutters. “I’ll be good to you, I promise. So good, for this gift, both of you.” He is kissing her all along her throat like he’s trying to soothe the sweet burn he put there with his teeth. One day, she thinks. Soon. You’ll put your fangs in, Leonardo da Vinci. She keeps the thought as long as she can before his purposeful fucking lovingly batters it out of her brain like a freed butterfly.

“You gonna take what I give you?” he hisses, bringing her back into the moment. “Every drop, cara mia? Take it in. Take it. And then I’m gonna fold you up after this and do it all over again.”

His words shoot through her like wine on an empty stomach. That is exactly what she wants, for him to run after this purpose with all the single-mindedness his genius allows them. She swears beside his ear, lustful and permissive.

“Yeah? You like that, avida? Maybe I’ll turn you over when I’m done and make it three times to be safe and sure.”

There is nothing safe about the way her body shudders at the thought. From behind he always ruins her, especially when she’s already swollen and blissed out from all the ways he has touched her. She can imagine the way his cum will dribble out of her, lazy as he is, and the way he’ll look close and blow a little breath on her weeping slit just to mess with her for not keeping it inside.

Because he is Leonardo, or perhaps because he’s the devil, he slows. He brings the hand he’s clasping to his mouth to kiss, and then lets it go and slips the hand down and around her body, until he’s got her by the back. He’s wrapped around her, the other hand still firm at the back of her head, this new one angling her hips up just a little more for him.

“Almost,” he grits out, and though he may be the devil she wishes she could bless him when he speeds back up without further comment. The way he has tilted her makes her yelp, the sound so vulnerable and silly she would cringe if she were not so protected by the man who brought it out of her.

But he did bring it out of her, so he laughs, because he loves to put her offguard. “Sweet, so sweet, god, cara--moan for me while I make you a mother,” he tells.

She can feel how his arm is sweaty behind her, strong and slippery against her back. He’s got her right where he wants her, she knows she is mostly against the bed but it feels like he is bending over her womb itself, massive and powerful and undeniable. Good thing she doesn’t want to deny him. She moans, and the sound comes from low in her, like there is a line in her body and one side of it is where he’s filling her up and the other is where she breathes. It’s low and erotic, unmistakably the sound of a woman being loved.

He snarls-- she is so keyed up it is sweet in her ears-- and holds her closer. His thrusts are shorter because he can’t push her any farther down and he never wants to leave her body when he’s close.

“I can’t wait to see you swell,” he hisses. “You’re going to look like a goddess. You feeling fertile, cara?”

Another moan comes out of her like he yanked it by the root. She didn’t think she could be any more aroused. He pounces on what she likes. “Yeah, fertile,” he says with a smirk. “So open up for me.”

She tries, but he’s got her pinned with his hips and he’s stretching her so intensely that movement is confusing.

“Wider,” he demands.

All she wants to focus on is how close he is, how near they both are to the moment when it happens. But she does manage to tense her legs wider instead of tighter. Or so she hopes. really, all she can think of is how rigid he’s gone and how closely together they are pressed, like a baby can be made by fusion.

“Forza,” he mutters, “Let me in deep, forza. I want this to go straight up into you.”

“It will,” she insists, feeling like she is going to sob.

He tsks and sucks in breath that sounds like a growl, it is so loud. The one that comes out definitely is. “Never forget you were first,” he tells her. She can hear the way he’s losing himself even as he keeps the rhythm of rocking their hips back and forth together. “Merda--” he groans and then clamps his mouth shut and presses it against the side of her neck until she can feel her own pulse beating back against the contact. It’s as fast as the heat streaming out into her in spurts. She can feel each one. They feel thick inside her, like something that brings life ought to feel.

Leonardo is breathing hard and has opened his mouth to say her name with great wonder. She feels like she is preening as he kisses her throat. Maybe there’s something to be said for being a fertility goddess when the time is right.

He gently, gently presses against her as he kisses her again. Deep kisses, like he wants to wind their souls together. She wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“Do you think it worked?” he whispers. His voice has so much half-hidden hope in it she feels the prick of tears at the outer corner of each eye.

“I hope so,” she tells him. Her hand never left his back, so she drifts it up into the sweaty shagginess of his hair and pulls his lips back to hers. “I can’t wait to find out,” she adds. She gets goosebumps when she says it, so she is smiling when they kiss and so is he, two curves meeting like the sea and the shore.

Leonardo stays inside her. She thinks he really does want to somehow be woven together. He keeps kissing her, massaging the back of her head where he’s held her this whole time, murmuring how alluring she is. His hardness in her is proof of his words.

“Wanna have you again,” he tells her between kisses. “Now. Just in case.”

“Well then don’t hold anything back,” she whispers, putting her other arm around him. His grin above her is dark and beautiful, so wide she can see the point of one fang and how he caresses it with his tongue. He does the same thing when someone brings him a lock with no key, or any other challenge.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises. “Too many other dreams.”

And then he does his best to make them come true.

[tommyspeakycap]

Uncle Charlie and the Shelby sis?

omg i love this idea !!!!

I actually think that little Shelby would be quite close to Charlie so here’s a sweet blurb! (set in 1920 - so moving towards end of season 1. i also made up charlie’s war history as we don’t know much about it)

“Fucking, shitty, stupid bastard-”

“Oi!”

When you hear the sound of the voice cutting in likely to chastise you for your use of explicit choice language while you were practically beating the shit of the hay you were shovelling for the horses, you turn around to face him. He see’s that you look rather flustered, face a bit red as you blow a sigh past your lips and shove your hair back out of your face. “Sorry, uncle Charlie.”

“Mhm,” he nods his head, “And what’ve your brothers done this time eh?” You sigh again with some sort of disgruntled huff afterwards to display your clear irritation with the behaviour of who Charlie assumed would most likely be Tommy, Arthur at a push but very unlikely to be John. John annoyed you a lot, he knew, but never tended to make you genuinely angry. At least, never angry enough to switch off the sunshine and rainbows girl who sang and hummed while shovelling hay and horse shit.

“Tommy’s being a fucking idiot. Again.” You bite harshly.

“Oi!”

“Sorry, Charlie.”

He shakes his head at you with the very slightest of smiles. “And how’s that? What’s he done?” Your uncle grabs the spair shovel from where it was leaning against the barn door so as to join you in your cleaning of the stables. Charlie can sense the anger that had built in you from Tommy’s seemingly incessant enforcement of all sorts of new and more restrictive rules for the members of the family - especially you and slightly Ada - since he had started to try expand the business into the race tracks. He doubts this time will be any different from the last three times you’ve complained about him in the last week.

“Finn’s 11 and he gets to go with them to the races sometimes, but i’m nearly 17 and i can’t even step out the house without an escort when the boys aren’t in Small Heath. It’s so unfair!” You rant almost desperately. The frustration is clearly heard in your words, and Charlie was no fool to picking up on your feelings by the way you spoke and acted. Charlie very, very much understands your brothers desires to keep you safe; you’re his favourite if he’s totally honest. So he’s incredibly protective himself, he felt quite a sense of fatherly responsibility for you.

Charlie had gone to fight in France for around a year and a half. That definitely did a number on him, but he was transferred home after being shot. It was then that he was appointed a post on the home front as a farmer and some kind of war horse breeder and trainer because he was so good with animals. As a result, it had become his job to look after you during the years of the war that your brothers were away. Polly did your breakfasts and dinner and would make sure you were well looked after, but Charlie took you out to the farm during the day where he would make packed lunches. You would get to pick vegetables, train the sheep dogs, collect wool and the likes of that sort of work. He knew that since you were 12, had you stayed hanging around the factories in Small Heath, you might’ve ended up having to work in one, so brought you to work with him instead. It had brought you extremely close to your uncle.

It’s why now, it was his scrap yard you went to when Tommy and the rest of the family were getting to you. He would often find you there, felt like a sixth sense of some sort that he would just get a feeling you were there - if he hadn’t heard you shouting or singing. Most commonly your troubles were caused by or at least had some distant correlation to Tommy and something he had done. The head of the family does of course think through his decisions and what they’re impact will be, but the one mistake Thomas tends to make when he thinks abouts these impacts is what appears to always affect you.

And that is, that he looks for direct danger. He overthinks and spends nights riddled with fear that his plan will bring harm to those he loves. He fears Billy Kimber will come to try and take from Tommy what he holds most dear in retaliation if he doesn’t act exactly the right way. He fails to look at less direct impacts. He sees your protection escorts as keeping you from being harmed and sees keeping you in the house constantly as ensuring he knows that you’re safe, always. He doesn’t see you missing out on your youth or missing your friends or feeling threatening and anxious at the fact you’re always either in house arrest or practically with a fucking protection detail. He never thinks like that and Charlie knows that is what gets to you so much, because you just see that as he being malicious and not thinking about what’s best for you at all.

“Sometimes i just wish we were normal y’know?” The change in tone of your voice from red hot anger to a timid quite mumble tells Charlie that you’re hurting more than you may ever let on in words. “Just miss my life.” You lament lowly, dropping the shovel and instead opting to drop yourself down on a nearby haybale.

Charlie signs not in annoyance or anger, but in a kind of sympathetic way as he leans himself on his shovel and turns to face your direction. “I know you do, love. Think we all do these days. Missing your brother eh?” Charlie tries to ask you as softly as he can despite having a generally grumpy, grumbling voice. The question marks another change in your demeanour as he immediately notes that your shoulders slump and you begin clenching your jaw to try not to get all upset.

You just nod in response.

“Mhm,” Charlie hums, moving to sit on the hay bale next to you, “Though so.” He pulls you into his side and feels you shaking a little with a few small sniffles to tell him your were crying. It breaks his heart and he know it would shatter Tommy’s if he knew. He had known for weeks that part of your rage and irritation was a smoke screen for the painful fact that you just missed your brother. You missed being little and holding his hand, having him play games with you and look after you, spend time with you and have genuine, actual conversations that weren’t two minutes long, arguments or about business and rules. You were still young and the four years you’d spent without them, plus the trauma you’d gone through in your life, meant that you missed and relied upon them a lot more than most would. Your hurting heart just longed for your big brother to make all things right again, just like he used to.

Things were so much more complicated now than they were before, you knew that. But it didn’t stop the hurt, it only just made it more painful.

“Listen, hey, listen,” Charlie comforts, “It’s alright. I’ll have words with that brother of your eh?” He feels you nod your head. “Yes please.” You whisper, sniffling again.

A silence falls between you as it often does, a bubble created where you could feels your feelings and your uncle would do all that he could in his limited power to move whatever kind of mountains you needed moving so you could feel better again. It was damn near his very top priority that you were provided with a better childhood and better young adult-hood than what he was able to give the Tommy, Arthur and John.

But it just so happened that Charlie Strong made a promise to the woman he loved - your mother. The woman you were so very like. He felt it his duty to protect you like a daughter because that is what your mother would have wanted. He promised to look after you and in doing so he recognised what your brothers often didn’t. Your physical well-being wasn’t everything. Of the same importance he wanted, just as the rest of the family did, for you to be safe, happy and loved in an emotional sense. They did love you, all of them. So much it was painful and so much that it was enough to do you a lifetime; they just had such a bad way of showing it.

Charlie decided it was time now to give your older brothers a wake up call. It was time they learned how to love you in a way you understood. Killing for you and keeping you bubble wrap didn’t tell you they loved you, they had to show you in a true way. They had to tell you and hold you just like he had learned to do to show his care and love for you. He had to change to accommodate how you experienced love, so he did just that; he changed.

Charlie was determined and he held a level of authority with the boys he practically raised. So starting with Tommy, he was going to enforce that same change in order to make sure you knew just how fucking loved you were in that family.

And for Charlie Strong, all of the fighting, the pushing and the moving of seemingly unmovable mountains was worth in to no end when you mumbled, “I love you, uncle Charlie.” Against his shoulder while he hugged you tight.

“Yeah yeah, Shelby,” he sniggers, pressing a kiss on top of your head, “I love you too.”

[littl3one]

the specialists, wap dance headcanons

TW swear words, a lot of them! and the wap dance, obviously

the specialist x gn!reader

sky

- oh lordie

- poor thing, thinks it’s some kind of cool dance challenge idk

- i mean stella won’t shut up about it?? so what is he supossed to think? the poor thing gets proven hella wrong

- as soon as you ask him, to join the wap dance, he kinda doesn’t think much of it and just shrugs

- “sure, can’t be that bad” oh hell nah

- you have to swallow your laughter, because he will be so damn confused oof

- you’re placing the camera down on the ground and grin at him

- i swear he is nervously sweating dbwhfdwb he just looks at you with such fear in his eyes because he still doesn’t know the choreography

- “babe, i still don’t know what to do-”

- you interrupt him: “just clap on beat lol” you REALLY try to stay serious omff

- as soon as the countdown starts your laughter is IMMENSE

- it starts with “yeah you fuggin with som WAP” and his eyes are literally getting SO BIG

- “is that the wrong sound or-” he gets interrupted by you WAPPIN in front of him

- you’re lowkey bawling your eyes out because of laughter while dancing and he just stands there and he’s so shook

- “holy shit yn you didn’t expect me to do that, did you” he says as you roll around on the ground

- you’re laughing your burning ass off it’s hilarious

- in secret he knew the dance but he was just waiting for you to perform it lmaoo

brandon

- he knows the dance already but he can’t dance

- someday you’re just walking up to him and asking him to make a tiktok with you

- he doesn’t think it would be WAP so he just agrees lmao IF HE KNEW

- “so it’s a dance you know you have to start like that”

- and then you’re doing a WHOLE tutorial on how to dance the wap omg he is living for it

- he’s learning quickly and after three tries he already knows all the moves like the meme he is

- as soon as the countdown starts you start laughing and can’t stop but brandon isn’t bothered

- he dances like it was his show which makes you laugh even worse till you’re on the ground, rolling around and crying because of laughter

- he smiles because he thinks it’s funny how you can’t stop laughing because of his dance session lmaoo

- “let’s do another one! can you do renegade??”

- y’all are spending the whole day doing tiktok dances and wanting to become the most famous tiktok couple lol

timmy

- he got a wap dance compliation recommended and he doesn’t know a flying damn about it

- you’re sitting next to him and he looks at you and asks what a wap is

-  and you’re explaining “wap stands for some dirty words”

- he is so much more confused now because of that sentence bruh he looks at you with such a disgusted face, thinking he just got porn recommended

- “not in that way oof it’s just a stupid song paired with a stupid dance”

- he doesn’t get it “well brandon mentioned this dance someday”

- “i can teach you though” you winky wonka at him and he is NERVOUS

- “i’m not the best dancer you know” he is PRAYING that you leave it at that

- boy guessed wrong because you annoy him now

- “we’re making memories timmy >:( the wap dance is basic knowledge”

- boy feels stupid now so he agress oh lordie what a bad idea

- he stands next to you, the phone camera facing both of you and he gets even more nervous getting filmed omg

- “do i have to do this” he is suffering lordie

- you decide not to teach him the dance because he would back the f away

- “timmy just watch and learn from the best”

- so you start twerking and moving and he is getting so NOT into it

- he’s just like: nah and he turns around and sits down again

- you’re highly offended, taking the camera and stop dancing, just lip-syncing and humming to the music, while kissing timmy on the cheek

riven

- he just absolutely didn’t ask for it lmao

- you were just walking straight into his room and setting up the camera

- he was laying on his bed and observed but didn’t say a word, till the 10 second timer started

- “what the hell are you doing”

- you laugh and try to pull him out of his bed but he just doesn’t move an inch

- you just sigh and walk up to the camera, continuing to do what you have to do

- riven observes secretly but he tries to act like he’s looking on his phone

- as the music starts he sits up to listen closely because BOY he can’t believe the music he’s hearing

- “what the hell” he just sits there and you can see the boy on your display it’s too fucking hilarious

- he’s so disgusted it almost catches you snorting but here you are, giggling your ass off while dancing

- his face stays disgusted the whole time you’re losing your breath so bad

- halfway through the song you’re laying on the floor, laughing

- he walks up to you and steps over your laying form, turning the camera off

- the video turns out HILARIOUS because in the end you just see rivens disgusted face in close-up

- it’s your favorite video of all time

helia

-  it was nice and warm and you just had one thing on your mind: this cursed song

- the whole time you were humming this song and helia found it highly comforting.. until he heard the lyrics

- “can you repeat that???” his eyes were so confused and he was so sure that he misunderstood

- you just started laughing and you just intended he already understood what you were saying

- “helia let’s do a dance” you just said without replying to his question

- he looked at you with such confusion but he agreed anyways

- “it’s the song i’ve been humming! everyone is dancing to it, so you should join me”

- he thought it was lowkey adorable how you wanted HIM to join you in that video and he smiled and nodded

- so the timer started and he took your hand for a close second and then y’all let go

- you were ON FIRE

- so this song started and you started dancing like your life was depending on it

- helia was so confused and just cheered you on.. a little bit

- he wasn’t enjoying this dance at all tho so he just took it as a joke and laughed with you

- he was so startled it made you laugh so much omgg

- altough he agreed to never dance on tiktok with you again

[rfadaydreaming]

the rfa playing minecraft

oh the chaos a mysme minecraft server would bring ♡

jumin

• does not know how to move in any direction except straight

• keeps falling into caves because he just… walks

• stands there in the dark for a few seconds to process what happened

• “the game broke, i cannot see”

• yoosung is like wtf how is it broken

• cave noises start to happen

• “h elp”

• seven has to track him down and it takes absolutely forever just because jumin does not know where he is… not even a hint... he was just walking around

• finally seven finds him and brings him up with a fishing pole, but when he finally gets him up, they both get blown up by a creeper

• “i don’t like this game very much.”

• has a house with v because there’s no way in hell he’s about to share a home with zen

• their house is actually so cute, modern on the outside but super cozy and cute on the inside

• here’s some reference pictures of what i think their house would look like !! starter home / end game home

• his room is so naked omg v comes in and adds a desk, some pictures, plants, just to make it more homey

• has so many cats to the point where it lags HEAVILY when you enter his room, it’s just a giant barrage of meows

• his playstyle is fishing, taming cats, naming cats, fishing again

• he gets lost in the boats so much though, you have to come save him because he’s stranded in the middle of the ocean

• you show up and there’s a cow stuck in the back of his boat, he’s starving to death, the phantom is killing him

• but the nice part about fishing all the time is he gets really good loot and enchantments so he’ll give them to whoever wants them since… well he doesn’t really need them

• except zen omg he gives him like. chain link boots, seaweed, paper

• zen breaks into his room and takes whatever he wants though because jumin doesn't know how to make a locked chest

• he’s honestly just here for the vibes, he’ll lay on his bed even when no one else is sleeping and listen to what everyone’s talking about in the voice chat

• you cannot even see him on his bed because it’s just a sea of cats + a drop in frame rate the second you open up his door

zen

• he’s so bad with technology so he has to read the tutorial like three times before he plays

• takes awhile to get used to the controls so he’ll stop walking, jump over a block, pause, keep on walking

• it’s cute to watch actually

• he follows everyone else around and likes to pretend he knows what he’s doing? but really doesn’t

• beats the shit out of jumin for just existing

• gets stuck in a village well and silently flips out because he’s too embarrassed to ask for help

• jumin finds him and they just stare at each other in silence… jumin figures out how to hit him one singular time before running away

• he lives in a dirt home with the green top for so long it’s actually embarrassing

• inside is just a torch, furnace, crafting table, basic bed and chest literally just a straight mans home

• it’s so ugly

• v tries to spruce it up a little because he just does not like to look at it… every time he walks by he gets the ick

• jaehee eventually adopts him out of pity and they live together, but she has to do all the hard work

• their house looks like this

• he mooches so hard oh my god she’ll spend an entire day cycle mining only for him to take all the iron and make himself a silly little outfit

• she never complains though because he’s really appreciative about it

• will give her little flowers in exchange for outfit materials

• and of course gives you flowers just because you’re you

• leaves them in a pot in your room with a sign that has a little winky face

• is always changing his clothes, every time he wakes up he changes into something different

• jaehee works so hard to find diamonds for him so he can be the first to have some diamond armor

• seven kills him the second he steps out of his house and snatches it from his dead corpse

• zen’s playstyle is just following everyone else around and pretending to help but he doesn’t do much, being sweet to jaehee and you, annoying jumin

• he gets bored easily so he doesn’t play for very long :( also gets mad at jumin and rage quits omg

yoosung

• absolutely loves minecraft and he’s been playing for years, he’s really good at it!!

• so sweet and fun to play with hehe he’s like the cheery little team leader

• helps everyone get settled and works hard to make sure the newbies have a nice amount of starter materials

• even if they die and lose them all he’s like “oh that’s okay don’t sweat it you guys!!” and runs to get them new stuff

• hums to the music while he’s playing, always updates people on what he’s doing and asks if anyone needs anything

• a man on a mission, gets to work on gathering materials with jaehee the second the game loads in, knows exactly what he’s doing

• he’ll move fast to make a quick little community house for everyone to sleep in for the night

• doesn’t like the day one dirt homes it gives him anxiety

• it’s a little small but cozy!! makes everyone a chest and puts a sign above it with their name on it

• adds a “:D” at the end of everyone’s names on the signs, but a “♡” to your name only!!

• zen goes off and makes his gross little dirt house because he doesn’t wanna sleep next to jumin

• he ends up just expanding off the community house once everyone leaves and lives solo with his little parrots

• unless you want to join him!! go ahead he’d love the company

• so nervous in caves and will only go into the shallow parts where the sun still hits, a very silent miner because he’s concentrating

• he’ll go deeper into mines when seven and saeran are with him but he almost pees his pants when the cave noises start to play

• gets startled so easily and screams whenever something happens, it's so loud that the mic automatically cuts it off– so you hear 0.2 seconds of a scream, dead silence, then suddenly “yoosung fell from a high place” it’s so funny

• 9 times out of 10 seven pushed him off too

• takes it seriously, wants to play until the end of the game but everyone else is busy running around with gremlin energy

• his playstyle is a little bit of everything, he’s not a bad builder but he doesn’t spend too much time on it. goal for him is survival and exploration

• if anyone needs anything he’ll run to get it without a second thought doesn’t get the appreciation he deserves >:(

• seven picks on him so much oh my god, once he asked him to come help mine diamonds but actually pushed him into lava and yoosung started to cry

• everyone made seven feel kind of bad for it so he apologized with a full set of diamond armor, tools, flowers and a cake… it still hurt though

jaehee

• minecraft queen

• plays by herself a lot, the music, building on peaceful mode, all the alone time she gets

• loves it a lot actually, especially after a hard day at work

• but she gets so stressed out playing with everyone else

• it’s kinda bad for her health

• sighs into the mic whenever someone’s acting like an absolute fool

• tolerates no bullshit

• do not hit her. not even by accident. do not do it

• it’s so tense, she slowly turns around stares at them for what seems like forever it’s actually so scary

• only you’re allowed to hit her because for the two of you it’s not a smack, it’s a boop

• she does it back too

• “boop!” with a cute little giggle afterwards

• instantly goes to get the basics set up when the game loads in, sticks with yoosung in the beginning to get a bunch of starter materials gathered together

• is always running around doing something but no one knows exactly what because she doesn’t share. she is doing something though, a very productive crafter

• she has never died, ever. probably the highest level here out of anyone else

• the resident necessity provider, will throw you stacks of bread exactly when you need some, it’s like a 6th sense

• has basic mining chests set up for everyone to take from if they want to, so torches, food, tools, dirt, armor etc

• she really likes to decorate more than build, but she’s still really good at it!

• loves designing up floor plans

• not the best at adding the little details though

• her homes always look kinda square so v helps her out with that

• she organizes other people’s chests because she just hates how messy it looks, seven gives her so much anxiety especially

• she’s always cleaning up after him and shutting his doors since he leaves them open constantly

• her play style is a little bit of everything, not afraid of the caves whatsoever so she’ll mine if no one else wants to do it

• you can usually find her decorating though

• spends so much time making a cute little kitchen in her house especially

• a “coffee machine” is definitely a must in her house, also has a really pretty and huge bedroom

• white concrete and dark wood slabs, her house looks so lovely

• decorates zens room for him too

• she doesn’t talk much in the voice chat when jumin’s in there because she doesn’t wanna get fired

• likes to come into peoples houses and jump around a few times to say hi before running off again

• her and zen throw flowers back and forth to each other while crouching up and down like a couple of nerds ♡

seven

• the second the game loads he is off to the races, he is gone baby!! no one knows what he’s doing but everyone knows he fears nothing so it must be exciting

• “GOD707 was slain by enderdragon”

• we’ve been in the game for an hour max how did he- nvm don’t question it

• he’ll randomly show up to the community house out of nowhere, do a few random things here and there, leave again for a few days

• comes back on a skeleton horse, enchanted diamond armor, a fleet of dogs, elytra, the wandering trader enslaved on a lead

• saeran follows him around most of the time so they’ll usually be off doing something together

• seven dies so much omg every five minutes there’s a death message in the chat

• if you manage to track him down you find that he is living absolutely lavish

• has so many bases scattered around like this, this, or this

• spends a lot of time building once everyone else goes offline, does not sleep until his base is done and he’s actually an amazing builder

• v loves to go around in his bases and just gawk

• he does not decorate whatsoever, that's for saeran to do! jaehee comes and organizes because he just throws everything into a chest and leaves

• his playstyle is chaotic horrifying, he does a bit of everything but the main goal is to get to the void and beat the ender dragon with his bare hands, he wants to become god

• never shuts his doors so there’s just big creeper explosion holes in his home that he’s too lazy to fix, claims it adds ~character~

• he loves spelunking so you can find him running around in caves most of the time, there is no fear in this man's soul whatsoever, loves battle and fighting mobs, insults them most of the time while killing them

• throws his diamond armor into lava just for the funsies, always parkouring in caves, you will get so much anxiety being around him

• sometimes mimics the cave noises just to scare yoosung

• burns down villages, starts random fires, jumps into holes, beats up any animal he sees

• sometimes he comes in to hit jumin’s cats just to hear him raise his voice a little and be like “Hey!” it’s really funny but annoys jumin

• he edges the creepers omg gets them to the point where they almost blow up but backs up before they actually do

• redstone master!! builds so many insane things out of it, has an entire theme park dedicated to himself, definitely has a torture room somewhere in his mansion

• he’s always joking around with everyone, especially with you

• “hey mc, hold this for me?”

• he slowly gets real close to you until your hands are touching and your heads are almost morphing into each other

• “bro... are we ab to kiss rn...”

• will come into your bedroom when everyone’s asleep does NOT knock first this man barges right in and stands over your bed, silent for a few seconds before suddenly tossing hundreds of diamonds down on you, throws back some ass a few times before running off once again

• hits people for absolutely no reason and yes he will hit with the intention to kill

• “no swearing in my christian minecraft server”

v

• gets motion sick at video games usually but he actually really likes minecraft!!

• a complete dad so he takes a little bit getting used to the controls but warms up quick

• don’t you dare hit him. that’s evil. he’s like “woah!! something just happened, i got attacked out of nowhere!! we have to be more careful you guys!”

• he’s genuinely so confused and concerned for everyone’s safety

• adores building so much, not just houses but also little structures here and there

• he’ll make greenhouses, vineyards, beach homes, treehouses, statues

• villages get completely revamped if he thinks they’re ugly which most of the time, he does

• his playstyle is completely just building and decorating, sometimes he’ll send jumin out for supplies but it ends badly most of the time

• aka jumin gets lost and/or dies

• he helps build everyone their own little structures so jumin gets a luxury cat mansion, zen gets a shrine dedicated to himself, yoosung gets a stage for his parrots to dance on, jaehee gets a coffee shop in the village, seven gets a giant ph pepper statue, saeran gets a sunflower farm all to himself, and of course you get whatever you want! omg he’d make you a heart shaped nether portal

• he’ll help when he’s needed but he doesn’t really play, he just builds

• everyone brings their spare materials to him if they don’t need them, yoosung and saeran help him farm for stuff if he needs something in particular

• really loves giving house tours when he’s done with a build and it is the cutest thing in the entire world

• he is just so insanely giddy and excited as he shows off all the little details, you can hear the smile in his voice

• everyone validates him and matches his energy too it’s so sweet :’)

• he’s always complimenting everyone on anything and everything they do

• “look at you, finding diamonds! good job!”

• “this house is so very lovely, i love the warm energy it brings.”

• he likes to wander around and find white cats for jumin to tame

• on the rare occasion he comes caving, he’s always the little cheerleader for everyone else of course

• “good luck down here everyone, please stay safe and call out if you need anything. we’re all here to help each other, alright?”

• two seconds later yoosungs drowning in lava, seven is mining bedrock, jumin is being shot by a skeleton, jaehee is fighting off a mob spawner, zen is lost, saeran is riding minecarts around

saeran

• he’s pretty quiet while he plays so no one ever knows what exactly he’s up to, he’s just shy

• picks flower fields absolutely clean, not a singular flower in sight, only if he finds a beehive somewhere then he’ll leave some for them

• has a lot of dye because of that, resident banner creator!!! he’ll make anything that you’d like

• he follows people around– especially seven, and just goes with the flow of whatever they’re up to, chaotic or not

• sometimes you think he’s afk so you just stop and stare at him but then he moves and you jump a little

• yoosung and him will just spam crouch for minutes on end together when they’re bored

• by himself a lot of the time, you can find him playing with some turtles on the beach somewhere or planting flowers

• builds a lot on his own solo server, but doesn’t really like to in the main one because he gets insecure comparing it to v’s and seven’s work.

• he does have his own little house away from seven’s mansion basement though

• if you come in and start complimenting it he gets so shy and blushy

• “thanks… it’s not that impressive i just whipped it up really quick…”

• seven knowing damn well that house took him several hours: 👁_👁

• he hits people to get their attention and then crouches all guiltily when they turn around, throws them a quick little flower before running off

• he has a ton of pink sheep collected outside his house, an army of jebs live in his basement

• his playstyle is just doing whatever he feels like. sometimes he’s getting materials for everyone, other times he’s just sliding around on ice with the polar bears for awhile

• he likes enchanting potions and that kind of stuff

• smacks seven with random potions like slowness, fire, poison

• had a pet fish in a little aquarium at his place, one day it despawned and he nearly burnt down his whole house from being so upset

• still convinced seven killed him

• he doesn’t get scared from the mines

• the nether though is is a different story, it’s terrifying to him

• especially ghasts and the sounds they make. will not go in there unless you are and you beg him to hold your hand or something

• has secret little minecraft pinterest boards full of silly statues and stuff that he likes to build around randomly

• blames herobrine for all of them which scares yoosung

mc (hey thats you!!!)

• jumin lets you name his cats, dye their collars, anything you want even if it’s silly. if you have your own cats then sometimes he brings his favorites over and they have little baby kittens together, you both spam crouch and jump around afterwards from the excitement of it all. don’t worry he pays child support !! you don’t know where he got diamonds but. you’ll take them anyways

• zen brings you random little presents that he thinks are super useful but… are not. you don’t have the heart to tell him that though. thinks spider eye is like the rarest thing in the entire game, secretly comes in to give them to you and message you something like “shh… keep it secret jagiya~ ;)” it’s the thought that counts

• yoosung is always so sweet with everything he does, he’ll bring you any sort of materials, tools. anything you need it’s yours. once he ran in front of you to take the hit from a poison spider when you know he’s absolutely terrified of them so you could get away safely. he tries his best to be brave for you <3

• jaehee invites you to her kitchen for taste testing, you’ll come in and try all the lil cakes she has sitting out while giving your feedback on all them in detail. mm yes very good, love the electric taste of the pixels in this one! finally she’ll be like wtf are we doing

• seven surprises you by making a cute little heart shape out of redstone, you press a button and it lights up red, fireworks go off, he’s jumping around throwing flowers and diamonds at you. he’ll put a sign down that says “will you… put your minecraft bed next to mine?”

• v is constantly checking in on you, he’ll say “knock knock!” before coming into your room, you’re like hey what’s up!! he replies i missed you! i just wanted to say hi :) before leaving again, comes in every day cycle with snacks to make sure you’re eating properly of course

• saeran brings you flowers all the time, he’ll shyly sneak into your room, crouch over to the bed super slowly, suddenly start throwing stacks of flowers all over you, crouch up n down a couple of times before running for the hills. forgets to shut your door and runs back real quick to shut it before leaving again

thanks for reading! find more on my mysme masterlist ♡!

[aizawaslovebot]

omg ate/kuya please do a pt 2 to the atsumu angst HAHHA im really craving that angst to fluff

[atsumu drabble | true ending to nothing and everything]

also requested by: @asdfghjkl7things

—note: !! read part one first please :D hi!! omg filoooo hoho i'm actually a girl, biologically, but i don't mind being called kuya too :DD thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy this oneee 🤩

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It was undeniable that Miya Atsumu had it all.

He was skilled in a lot of things, known for his impeccable volleyball plays, and had both looks and intelligence. Atsumu, the former-Inarizaki turned MSBY Black Jackals setter, broke all boundaries and surpassed all expectations.

The setter was always content with the life he has lived and couldn’t ask for anything more.

But as the heartbeat slowed down and became silently deafening, he was willing to give up everything he had, has, and will have just for one more minute. One more minute in exchange for everything that made him happy, because you’ll always be the source of his happiness and hope.

Now, Miya Atsumu will never be content with the life he will have to live without you.

And it was now undeniable that he had just lost it all.

1... 2... 3...

“aND CUT!! Thank you, Atsumu-san, let’s wrap things up now!” The director shouted, signalling the end of the filming.

Atsumu took a breath then stood up from his place, high-fiving Kuroo, who had been with him on the set, then went over to his co-actor/actress on the bed.

You were just about to get up when Atsumu walked up to you. It was amazing how well he could transform himself into the characters he was assigned with and how scary it was that he could easily turn back to his original self at the signal of the director.

Miya Atsumu has always been an impeccable actor who was known for a lot of shows such as the volleyball slice-of-life series, Haikyuu, and even as a singer with the other co-actors in the show. Actually, this movie that you two were starring in was an extension of the aforementioned series. People liked that there was an on and off-screen couple in there. (Not that the public knew that a lot of them were taken already)

“You good, ‘Tsum ‘Tsum?” You quietly asked as you cupped his cheeks with both hands, much like you did earlier in one of the scenes.

Atsumu wordlessly closed his eyes as he stood before you comfortably. In all honesty, the scene hit too close to home for the actor/singer. It was the same reason why he was able to easily cry for the scene— he never liked the idea of losing you.

“Peaches,” Atsumu murmurred quietly, “Don’t leave me like that, okay?”

Maybe it was stupid to agree to the director’s request— that you two use your actual nicknames. It seemed to have affected Atsumu.

The sight of a vulnerable ‘Tsum in public was very rare. So rare that it left you speechless to see your boyfriend like this. Maybe even the crew knew how intimate your moment right now is, as no one bothered to clean the set while you were there.

“Won’t be going anywhere ‘Tsum, you know that,” You replied, kissing his forehead before leading him back to your dressing room.

“Can we stay at home today?” Atsumu asked, a bit livelier than before because he was able to recover from the whole fiasco earlier. You hummed in agreement, packing your bag before you two were driven back to your shared home.

“I think the Atsumu in the story was stupid,” You brought up lightly. Atsumu shouted jokingly in protest, “Excuse me!? That’s me you’re talking about and frankly, if Movie Atsumu was stupid then Movie Y/N was stupid too.”

“‘Tsum you didn’t let me finish,” You giggled, happy to see that he was back to his corny and happy state, “Movie Atsumu took too long to propose.”

Atsumu let out a sound of understanding. “You mean to tell me that if I had proposed a little later than I did, I would’ve been stupid?” He continued, accusingly, though the air was light.

“But we’re married now, are we?”

Atsumu laughed, nodding at your statement as he took your hand in his.

A groan interrupted your moment.

“‘Yer gross. God, why did I have to agree to sub in for yer manager?” Osamu whined from the driver’s seat, an annoyed look plastered on his face as he had to be a third wheel for the whole drive.

“Yanno, ‘samu, it’s what you call being a simp,” Atsumu remarked as an irk mark appeared on his face when he was interrupted from kissing you.

“Yeah, ‘samu!! You know, if you really wanted to score a date with my manager, you could’ve just told me,” You offered, happy to help your husband’s brother.

Osamu only grumbled more, “Idiot brother, yanno Y/N just ignored your question earlier, right?”

Atsumu was about to kick Osamu’s seat but then he realized his twin was right.

“Wait a minute! He’s right,” Atsumu looked at you expectantly while you nervously laughed.

“Peaches… Are you calling me stupid?”

"'Tsumu, I love you so much," You grinned, avoiding the question again.

"Peaches!"

—reblogging helps, thank you for reading!!

[houseof-harry]

Oooou can you do a part 2 to the friends with benefits 👀👀👀

Sorry this took so long anon! Wanted it to be good for you!!! (here’s part one if you missed it)

One year. One full year of fucking one of your (now) best friends. And little did you know, but you were in for a treat.

When Grayson led you into his room, it looked totally different than normal. He had candles lit around the room, rose petals scattered around the bed. You were pretty sure you smelled lavender, and the music that was playing was sensual and sexy, not whatever random stuff you usually had on just because it was the last thing he was listening to.

In the middle of the bed laid your favorite toys you used together. A vibrator, butt plug, and a blindfold.

“Woah. Gray, this is, uh… this is…”

The smile is quickly wiped off his face, a frown replacing it. “Too much?”

“No, no, not too much. Just a lot. You didn’t have to do anything special.”

“We’ve been fucking for a year, I appreciate that you let me put it in your ass. Wanted to show you.” He smiles, trying not to laugh.

“You wanna now what you should have done to thank me for that?” You bite your lip, doing your best to keep a straight face.

“What?”

“Let me put it in yours,” you giggle, quickly wrapping your arm around him to poke at his ass, still covered in his shorts. He jumps grabs your wrist to stop you, laughing.

“Oh you think you’re fucking funny or some shit? Yeah, alright. And to think I was gonna be nice tonight.” He smirks as he leans in, nipping at your neck and grabbing your other wrist to hold them behind your back and trapping you in his arms. His front is pressed to yours and you can feel his hard cock against your stomach.

“Oh, so you like the idea of me shoving shit up your ass, huh?” You breath out.

“Gonna make me gag you, too?” He shifts so that he has both your wrists in one of his large hands, dragging his now free fingers up your arm and all the way to your shoulder. He traces your collarbone painfully slow before wrapping his fingers around your neck and squeezing lightly.

You shake your head no, not wanting to push him too far tonight. If he wanted to celebrate then you wanted to let him know how well he was doing.

He leads you to the bed, pushing you backwards on it once the back of your knees meet the comforter. He crawls up your frame, bringing your shirt with him. When he gets it off of you and sees you’re braless, he groans. “These fucking tits, babe.”

Before you can respond he’s got his mouth on your left nipple, swirling his tongue around. You moan, your back arching into his touch that you missed so much. It seemed to get harder everyday you didn’t get to be with him like this.

“Come on Gray, please,” you mumble, your hands coming around to grip his back.

“Patience, pretty girl.” His lips drag across your chest before his touch is completely gone, the only place you can feel are his thighs that are on the outside of your own. He reaches for the vibrator, inspecting it in his hands. “An orgasm for every time you joked about putting it up my ass?” He cocks his brow.

You pout. “That’s only two.”

“Greedy tonight, I see. How about an orgasm for every month I’ve fucked the shit out of you?”

“Jesus Grayson, I don’t want my pussy to fall off. Pick a normal number.”

“How about I just make you cum until you cry?” He smirks, dropping the vibrator to work you out of your pants and underwear.

“The perfect amount,” you huff, settling back on the bed once you’re completely naked in front of him.

He glides his palms up the skin of your thighs, thumbs barely brushing over where you need him most. He grabs the vibrator, turning it on immediately. He smirks at you, watching you squirm at the noises it’s giving off.

“Ready?” He always made sure to ask that every time before you started anything. He never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t back out at any time.

You nod, moving to your elbows so you can watch everything he’s about to do to you.

He runs a finger of his free hand up your slit to test how wet you are, and he’s satisfied with what he’s met  with. He rubs a couple circles on your clit before spreading your lips apart and bringing the vibrator right to your slit.

Your reaction is instant, your gasp so loud it feels like it echos. Your legs spread wider for him as he swirls it around a bit, making sure to get it slick. Once he’s happy, he drags it up to your clit and apply direct pressure. This causes you to moan, your head falling back between your shoulders as the pleasure instantly begins to consume you.

He chuckles, watching you like a hawk. “Like it, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” you groan, your hands forming fists around the comforter at your sides. You shift your legs so that your feet rest against the bed, allowing you to move your hips with the vibrator.

“Gonna get yourself off on the vibrator? So desperate.” His lips are curve into a smirk, loving the view he had right now. Watching you buck your hips up against the vibrator was making his cock twitch, and it took everything in him not to throw it to the side and fuck you instead.

You don’t have it in you to answer or snap back at him, too caught up in how good it felt. Your orgasm was quickly building in the pit of your stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Look at me, baby. Need to watch you while you cum,” he hums, moving the vibrator with your hips. You lift your head, rolling it to the side so it could rest on your shoulder. All of your energy was going into making yourself cum and you could barely keep yourself up with your arms, never mind holding your head up.

Suddenly, the vibrator hits you just right and you cum, your toes curling and your vision blurring as you did your best to watch his face as he watched pleasure take over your whole body.

He rides out your orgasm, watching your body slowly calm down. Your face and chest were red, your hairline sweaty as your breathing finally evened out. He only removes the vibrator from you when your thighs begin to close, the feeling becoming overwhelming. While you try to get your train of thought together, he takes off his clothes.

He takes his position between your legs once again as you let him to move your legs in order to allow him the space he needs to lay there.

“Good, pretty girl?” He asks once his lips are brushing against your cheek, his body on top of yours as his hard cock rests on your lower stomach.

You nod wrapping your arms around his middle to keep him close to you.

“Words, baby.”

“I’m the best ever,” you giggle, stroking the skin of his back.

“Can I ask you something?” He murmurs against your cheek before lifting his head to look at you, his face serious.

“Always,” you whisper, feeling the air around you thicken as anxiety starts to bubble inside of you.

“Do you love me?” He mumbles, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

You feel like the wind has been completely knocked out of you, and suddenly you were suffocating. Had your best friend told him how you felt? Were you just that bad at hiding it? Was he gonna stop doing this because you broke your last rule?

He could see the emotions running through your head as he felt your breathing quicken. “Hey, hey. Y/N, it’s just me.” He leans down to press a soft kiss to your open lips before nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Why do you wanna know?” You breathe out, your palms getting sweaty against his back. You really didn’t want this to end.

“Because I feel like you do.” He made it impossible to look anywhere but straight into his eyes and you could tell he was aching for the answer.

“You’re the one who set up candles and rose petals, shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You quip as you try to make the atmosphere lighter, closer to what you were used to with him. After all, you both had gone through extensive measures to make sure nothing was ever serious. You both broke all those measures, but still.

“I mean I do.” He shrugs casually. Suddenly, it feels like the world has stopped and all you can see is Grayson. All you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel is his heartbeat against your chest through your skin.

“Do what?” You need to make sure you’re understanding what he’s saying.

“Love you. I love you.”

“Like love me like ‘omg love my best friend y/n’ love me or like-“

“The second one.”

Silence surrounds you, your emotions too loud for you to form a sentence. He loved you.

“So just to be clear-“

“Y/n holy shit I am in fucking love with you. Like I want to kiss you all the time, not just when we’re fucking. And I want to spend all my time with you and hear about your day and make you feel happy when you’re sad and I want to invite you over just to cuddle sometimes and to cook you dinner and to just appreciate you not just as a friend or a fuck buddy, but as the person I love. That kind of love is what I’m feeling.” His breathing is quick as he rants, and his eyes widen at what he’s just confessed.

Before he can say anymore, your hands quickly move to the sides of his face so your can bring him to you and kiss him. Not your usual kiss, but a slow, sweet one. One that shows him you feel the same way.

Once he pulls away, he’s got a smile small on his face. ”You never answered my question.”

You roll your eyes. “I love you too.” His smile instantly grows until his eyes are scrunching up.

“Look at that. And to think we believed we wouldn’t break any rules.”

“Oh shut up, we tried,” you giggle.

“Can I still fuck you in the ass tonight, though?”

[5-jorjas-in-the-fence]

Ahhh I loved your suggestions on the favourite Disney movie headcanons and now I wanna ask what you headcanon the newsies (musical) favourite Taylor Swift album/song would be

Ahhh I’m glad you liked them!

Omg omg omg ok ok so I’ve thought about this a lot and legit spent way to much time thinking about it. (PSA It’s modern times cause- Taylor Swift existing lmao)

Albert claims All Too Well. “The lyrics are perfection- SHUT UP NO! THE RAGE! THE EMOTION! THE HURT!! *screams into a pillow and lowkey almost cries cause he’s just so into it*” He will literally defend it with his life.

Race likes 1989 a lot, he likes something he can groove to. His favourite is probably Out Of The Woods and when that bridge comes on Elmer kinda hides because once Race got super into it and threw a chair across the room... it hit Elmer. He’s been scarred. Race also once performed the 1989 tour version on the table and used a hot dog as a microphone... hair flips and everything. 13/10 performance.

Katherine adores Dear John. Once she was singing it and since she’s a good actor she started crying as she sang. She was in the car with Jack and he started freaking out asking if he did something wrong. She told him to shush because that long note at the bridge was comming on. As soon as that part finished and the song was over she was back to normal, siting calmly and smiling. Was Jack scared? Absolutely. Did he learn that Kath just likes depressing songs? Also yes. Since Evermore came out she’s streamed Champaign Problems so much it’ll probably be her top song of 2021. Once again, Jack is scared.

Jack likes Cowboy Like Me. He isn’t too much into Taylor Swift, but when everyone didn’t shut up about Evermore he took a liking to Cowboy Like Me purely for the title. But in terms of his favourite that he does love, he loves ‘that one about burning?’ Aka, Picture To Burn.

Spot likes Coney Island. Not just for obvious reasons (well Coney Island) but he thinks it slaps and sings it with Race all the time. He thinks it’s satisfying “how’s they all kinda overlap? Like ya know when they’s kinda... OH YA KNOW!”

Les likes ME! He sang it around the house and drove Davey insane. After watching the music video he wanted a cat but Davey is allergic and refuses.

Davey likes all the super lyrical songs. He wrote many essays on them in class, especially since there’s a lot of metaphors. He takes a liking to Lover because he actually has taste and thinks it’s got some of the best pieces, especially Cornelia Street and It’s Nice To Have A Friend. Folklore though- oh he loves folklore. Les made a Daisy crown for him and they froliced around the living room together humming and singing.

Specs likes New Years Day. Sometimes he hums it softly to himself when he concentrates which everyone thinks is adorable.

Crutchie also appreciates Lover, he doesn’t like sad songs too much... they make him sad (wow shocking). Cruel Summer he will screech the Bridge, I Forgot That You Existed he enjoys. But his all time favourite is You Belong With Me “ya can’t beat the classics!”

Elmer thinks Super Star is fun. He also likes the whole Speak Now album. It’s just “spicy” and has a lot of ‘layers’.

Finch thinks Fifteen is a bop. He’s not sure why but he just resignates with it.

This is kinda all I got? I hope this answered the questions lmao, if you have anything to add please do!! Honestly I’ll probably think of more at 4am rip

[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.1 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,750

chapter 1

"Have you watched the new series on Netflix?"

"Omg! Yes! The one with the hot guy?!"

"I just bought this new phone with three cameras on it, and it's just so cheap."

"Oh! I will buy five later."

"Five?"

"Yes, I'll give them as gifts."

"I'm so gonna break up with this guy. He's so boring!"

"The blondie is hotter than the raven-haired, girl! I told you, you should have slept with him instead!"

You internally groaned as you squint your eyes at your book, totally disturbed by the noise but was keeping it in. You looked up at your so-called new group of friends and sighed.

They were all having their own businesses with each other, buzzing non-stop like bees surrounding their honey.

And you?

Seated at the corner of the rectangular table, where an empty cup of iced mocha sat in front of your unmoving state. You gripped on your book, eyebrows twitching at the high-pitched voices of the girls.

"What the hell are you even wearing, girl? Is that a rag?" Irene squealed, tugging on Yeri's new skirt. She had her beautifully arched eyebrow raised in disgust, her lips in a disappointed straight line.

"Damn you. This is a new trend by my stylist!" The youngest argued as she slapped Irene's hand away, offended by the claim of the oldest.

"Leave our young one alone, Joo. She's growing!" Wendy chuckled as she nudged the sleeping Seulgi on her side. Joy laughed out loud as she watched Seulgi almost rolling down the couch in surprise.

You tsked silently as you closed your book, giving up on trying to read in peace with these girls. You stood up and looked over the noisy group, waiting for the right time to say goodbye.

"You bitch, I'm gonna kill you." Seulgi grunted as she tried to get up from the floor.

"As I was saying, he's not even worth the risk, you know?" Joy continued her story, glancing at Wendy, who listened eagerly. "My dad would have cut me off from the family if he heard I was dating him."

"I seriously don't know why you like these kinds of clothing." Irene shook her head as she looked over Yeri's clothing, who frowned at her.

You sighed in defeat, realizing that saying goodbye or not will only be useless and irrelevant to these people. You could be dead by now and they wouldn't know or care about it.

I mean, you're not even part of this group. You were just tugged in for a while and you thought you were.

"What were you even thinking?" You thought to yourself as you silently closed the door. "I shouldn't have gone here."

You greeted goodbye the househelpers of Irene before you went outside of her house. Thankfully, they were a lot friendlier than their master.

Maybe they were indeed friendly, but only with their group. Not everyone else.

Especially not you.

Why did you even try making friends? Didn't you learn from the past?

You looked around the street and slouched your shoulders in exhaustion.

You're gonna walk for about 3 kilometers to get back to the coffee shop near your apartment. Again. Why? They invite you, but you don't get to ride with them.

"Stupid." You mumbled at yourself, kicking small pebbles as you started walking.

Why do we always try to fit ourselves with people who obviously do not want to welcome us with open arms? Why force ourselves? Why do we become so desperate?

Is it fear that controls us or is it us wanting to control our fear?

You reached out for your best friend with a smile, and she smiled back.

"You know, school was boring. Same things happen everyday, and it's getting tiring." You complained to her, your hand caressing her head. She just stared at you with her twinkling eyes as she leaned on to your touch.

"The same pairs of eyes glaring at me. The same mouths laughing at me. The same hands pushing me down." Your lips trembled as you looked into her eyes. Her sincere eyes. "The same people who I trusted." You let out a humorless laugh as you looked up at the darkening sky.

"I'm getting tired." Your voice cracked as you pulled her closer to you, hugging her small furred body. "Poppy, I'm so tired of it." The 3-month-old golden retriever whined at your cries, as if she felt your pain.

"I'm hurting." You cried. "I'm hurting so so much."

You blinked your tears away as you stared at the old house in front of you. You smiled bitterly as you see the house that you used to love so much. The house that used to be so full of love. The house that watched you grow. The house that gave you warmth whenever you were cold.

Now it's just an old house with brittle wood, waiting to be destroyed.

It's been a two years since you left this house and went to live on the apartment near the university. It's a few blocks far from it, so you get to visit it once and awhile.

"I miss you." You whispered, your eyes drifting to the window where you usually watch the stars. "It's been awhile, huh? How are you guys?" You talked as if you were getting an answer. You must look like crazy, talking by yourself. "I'm good, you don't have to worry."

I've been alone for years, what is there to fear?

"Grandma." You smiled. "I'll get going."

She was your only family, and she was more than enough. She was your home.

Until she was gone.

—

"Where do you guys want to eat?" Seulgi excitedly asked as she picked her bag up from her table. Then they started chatting loudly as they went out of the room. The class buzzed as the professor went out after a short consultation.

You just continued packing your things, ignoring the noise irritating your ears. It was just the second day of school, but everyone's friends already.

Wow.

You always wonder if you were the only one who does not manage to make friends in a snap. Or  who is not fond of being plastic in front of other people in order to fit in.

"Hi! Do you want to come with us for lunch?"

You halted zipping your backpack for a second, eyebrows furrowing before realizing that...

that question is certainly not for you.

No one wanted you in their group, even just for lunch.

"Sure! I'm Heize, by the way."

You let out a breath, before wearing your bag and leaving the room.

The hallways were filled with people, conversing with each other. Talking about the upcoming football game of the seniors this Friday, about the newly opened resto across the main university building, and blah blah. You can't keep up with how every person here can talk along with a hundred of students in one enclosed area.

You managed to squeeze yourself into the sea of people, and rushed to the empty elevator. You quickly closed the doors before anyone could even follow. You hated being around with so much people. It wasn't just because you liked being alone, it was suffocating.

It was better when you were free.

You leaned your head on the elevator wall, watching as the red numbers increase as the ride ascends. Fortunately, everyone is having their lunch outside or at the canteen. No one should bother you at this period.  

The ting sound of the elevator indicated that you have arrived at your desired floor, the Composition Studies of Music Department. This building is under the Arts and Theatre department, which has been your safe haven for the past two years in the university. Every floor is aesthetically designed and suited for every course department, it is pleasing to relax in. Not everyone appreciates the look though, so here you are.

You stepped out of the elevator and smiled at the paintings outside of the studios and practice rooms. You haven't sneaked inside of the rooms as you settled for the soft carpeted floor near the staircase on the corner. It wasn't prohibited to be seen outside the corridors, but it was embarrassing. You cannot go inside the rooms without permission or if you don't have classes there, but it is the silence that you wanted here not anything else so it's fine out here.

"Hmm." You hummed as you sat on the carpeted floor, placing your bag on the side. You silently took out your lunch box from your bag as you looked around the empty 4th floor. You've been eating lunch here for numerous times, so no one would catch you, right?

With a short reassurance to yourself, you started eating your stir-fried noodles slowly.

"I think I should have added more soy sauce in this." You mumbled as you chewed on your food. You've been living by yourself for quite a long time, but still haven't grasped the cooking skills. But your food is edible, don't worry. "I should buy some later."

You were half-way finishing your food when you heard something coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. You munched on your lunch quick, almost panicking as you packed your lunch box back to your bag.

"Tonight I look into"

Your hands stopped packing as the first line of a familiar song rang through the hallway. The piano keys were played gently but with certainty, complementing the tone of the voice.

"The moon is so blue"

Your eyes drifted to the last door near the elevator, noticing the light under the door. Your mouth gaped in awe.

"You too lonely like me, living with empty heart"

You admit that you were not a fan of music, and you don't enjoy them that much. But hearing this introduction of a song, with that kind of voice, you were drawn to it. The high-pitch sounded so effortless as if the singer was merely breathing, and the melody of the instrument suited the smoothness of the voice.

"Lay down on empty room"

Instead of leaving, you found yourself sitting back down and leaning against the wall.

"It won't hurt to stay for a while." You bit your lip as you closed your eyes, just letting the voice take you to places.

"By these thoughts, those thoughts"

"Long, long sigh"

"Cigarette smoke"

"One more day has gone again"

It was more peaceful with that voice accompanying your loneliness.

♫ ♡ ♫ ♡ ♫ ♡ ♫ ♡ ♫

A/N:

ACKKK. I'm back.

I won't count how many months I went on hiatus, I would cry in guilt.

If anyone wants to know the song I used as an inspiration for the piano piece, it's "Moon of Seoul" by Kim Gun-mo. And if you're not informed, Baekhyun even showed off a glimpse in JYP Party People before (I placed the vid on the multimedia, you can check it out) and he even sung a full version in his IG live two years ago. You can search for it in Youtube. :))

I hope you look forward to this new series of mine! 

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♫ Ch. 2

[sleepyxdarling]

What would your ocs do when their darling is pregnant?

Omg yay an oc request! Also..as you can tell the boys look different..this is due to the fact that the app I used before to make them completely decided not to work so I used picrew.

This is bout to be one long post

Warning:story contains abuse, disturbing behavior, and nsfw talk

Yandere bois find out S/O is pregnant!

Yoshi

Yoshi had walked into the home you both shared only to see his lovely [name] pacing back and forth in the living room.

Of course yoshi didn't say anything since he figured you were just being weird but it did irk him that you didn't even say hello to him. Out of annoyance he walked over to you and pushes you down on the couch and crawled ontop of you straddling you down

"what is your problem kitten?! Not saying hi? You think you are better than me? A pitiful girl like you?!" His tone was filled with rage as he grabbed your hair roughly.

"no! Please! I'm...I'm.." your stammering seemed to piss yoshi off more as he loosely puts a hand around your throat "you what... speak pig" he hissed out.

"pregnant! I'm pregnant!"

This made yoshi pull back and he chuckles softly "really? That's great! You must feel honored to be carrying my baby" his cocky tone would have been encouraging..only issue is you two have sex with condoms that you know don't break..plus you are secretly taking birth control.

"yoshi..I..um..I don't understand how I'm pregnant"

Your nervous stammering only made yoshi laugh more "you think I didn't plan this? Oh you dumb girl..you don't pregnant unless I want you to" he said as he cupped your face in his hands "who knew using a turkeybaster would be so easy when you're asleep...also..next time I find birth control in this house...I will make you suffer " He whispers out while his eyes swirled with insanity.

"now we can be a family..mommy...daddy...and baby"

Those months through pregnancy were hell dealing with yoshi and his protective and abusive behavior.

Suke

Suke was cooking dinner when his darling [name] came to him looking quite excited. Suke was a gentle lover who would never hurt his darling and of course they had no real reason to truly fear him.

He felt arms around him which made him jump slightly but he trusted his lover with everything he had so he wasn't too tense.

"I have amazing news!" Your cheerful voice made him smile as he finished dinner which was spaghetti

"let me set the table then we can discuss it.." he spoke calmly as he started to serve places and set the table before sitting with you. He could tell you were bursting with excitement so he took a sip of wine and let you say what you wanted.

"we are having a baby!"

His reaction..was not a good one. Suke spit his drink out onto the floor before turning his head to you with wide eyes. He looked pale and started to sweat.

"a...a...a baby?! What?! Impossible..did the condoms break?! This can't happen!" He was stressed for sure and that wasn't the reaction you were expecting so of course you were disappointed.

"you don't want a baby?"

Your words made him tense up and he could tell he hurt you deeply. "I want a baby..but..what if they end up blind? How could you even think of forgiving me for passing that down to them?"

Suke was now up on his feet pacing back and forth "they will have so many issues...they will have to be homeschooled the moment their vision starts to weaken and things will be so much harder for them" his babbling only got faster and you grabbed his arm to calm him down.

He lets out a long sigh before pulling you into his arms

"we...we will work it out"

The pregnancy was one with many doctor visits and lots of caution.

Taro

Taro had returned from a church event when you sprung the news on him through baby clothes on the bed along with a pregnancy test.

Taro usually when he got home was more of himself...aka a lot more rowdy and abrasive. The moment he saw you he couldn't help but pick you up.

"you serious?! We havin' a baby? [Name] this better not be a joke or else.." he was excited but warry.

"it's not a joke taro! I am pregnant!" Your statement sent him into overdrive and he couldn't help but spin you around while laughing

"holy shit! Holy shit! We are havin' a baby! I guess the Lord does awesome thing eh?" He cheers out and couldn't help but kiss you all over your face.

The pregnancy was a happy one for sure and taro treated you like a queen..even when you annoyed him.

ryo

Ryo is usually gone a lot due to work but he still takes the time to spend it with his babe. Hell sometimes he brings you with him on job assignments since you never really distract him too much.

This time though you both were out and he just finished taking a few pictures so he decided a stroll through the park would be fine..that's when you busted the news out on him.

He grew pale and looked like he had been punched in the gut. He was silent for a few minutes before looking at you with a nervous expression

"damn..how are we supposed to fuck with a baby in ya?" He questions out seriously.

You weren't sure if you should hit him or not but you decided not to smack him..though he deserved it.

Ryo chuckles as the information really sinked in "we are having a baby..you are gonna look really cute all swollen with my brat in you" he teased softly.

The pregnancy with ryo was....interesting. he took care of you but there was a lot more sex involved the bigger you got in your terms.

Ryuji

As a teacher kids are everything to ryuji so you knew he would be happy but you were still nervous and in tears by the news that you were even pregnant..it still shocked you.

When he got home he saw your tears and immediately got nervous. He hated to see his princess cry and so he was at your side hugging you tight

"my sweetheart.. sugarplum..angel..what's the matter?" His bundle of nicknames did make you feel better but you were still crying.

"I'm.. pregnant." You cried out and he gave but a simple hum "is that so? How exciting.." he said calmly as he pulled back to get you some tissues.

His eyes were slightly widen to show his pupils more and he was smiling..he knew you were pregnant. He is very sharp and the moment he felt something was wrong he may have stolen some of your blood and submitted it in for a blood test in order to check if you are pregnant.

He of course was so happy you told him and head happy to have this baby with you since he did Poke the hole in the condoms before use just to be sure you would get pregnant.

The pregnancy was a well prepared one for sure and ryuji made certain you two were ready for anything no matter how small.

Shun

Seeing as shun acted childish you were unsure if he can handle being a father. You two were ready to go to the beach and you had bought a baby toy for the beach to tell the news. When you both got there shin was all for the water and sand.

"hey hey creampuff! Let's build a sand castle!" His happy cheers were cute but this wasn't the time right now so you beckoned him close before showing him the beach toy

Shun got it really quick and was quite excited.

"oh my! Sweetcakes...are we having a baby?! Do you know the gender? What are we going to name them? What do you think they would look like? Ah I'm so exited to go shopping!" His questions and squealing only made you feel like he wasn't mature enough for a kid.

You felt him hug you and he gave a small hum "hey..plumcake..if anything happened to our kid..you know I wouldn't be happy right? So let me take care of you. Never leave my side. Don't you dare take any medicine or eat any food until I give you the okay" his tone was cold and firm yet low and hush as he rubbed circles along your stomach.

"daddy will always be here..my little pumpkin"

The pregnancy was a controlled one..but shun made it fun.