#they’re all so cute i wanna pinch their little cheeks

[axolotlelle]

tristanne and raubahn never met as children, but what if…

[rafecameronssl4t]

Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafe’s daughter 🥰

Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff

Word count: 1388

A/n: this was so cute to write 🥹🥹 loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

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“Got everything?” Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabel’s things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabel’s head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.

“We’re not late are we?” You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameron’s luxurious yacht. “Hmm? Not really, they can wait,” Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “They’re here! They’re here!” Wheezie’s voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. “Wheezie, slow down!” Sarah’s voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.

“Hey!” You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.

Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabel’s cheek. “Hey, easy there,” Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Rafe, she’s being gentle,” you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. “Wanna take her, dad?” you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. “May I?” he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.

“Of course you can, she’s your granddaughter,” you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafe’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, “They all look so happy.”

Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,” Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarah’s candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.

“Send them to me,” you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. “What are you giggling about, hmm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. “Nothing, nothing,” you said, your smile widening. “Just excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.”

Rafe’s smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. “Okay, I think we should move this upstairs, don’t you think?” she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.

“You know, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m right here,” Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. “Yeah, as if I’m letting you look after my kid by yourself.”

Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. “And why not?” Rafe gave her an incredulous look. “Remember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?” Wheezie huffs, “That’s not fair!” She protests, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to put metal in the microwave!”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. “Exactly,” Rafe said, patting Wheezie’s head with a teasing smile. “You’re not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.” He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe you can help out when I’m around,” you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Deal!” she said, grinning.

~

“Guys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!” Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. “I’ll be right there!” you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabel’s clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.

Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.“How are your boobs not saggy?” Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Sarah!” Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.“Shit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?” Sarah’s face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.

“I’m just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,” she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Which one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?” Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.

“None of them. They were just saying that,” Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafe’s face where he’d missed a spot. “I think it’s different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine don’t sag,” you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.

“You have such nice tits, it’s really unfair, ” Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. “I’m putting my AirPods in,” he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.

~

“Mabel, come here,” Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.

“Keep coming, sweetie,” you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, “Good job, baby girl!” You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.

Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldn’t help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.

“Are you hungry, bels?” You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabel’s next feeding.

With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.

Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. “Jesus, kid,” he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.

“What? Mabel was hungry,” you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didn’t mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe’s gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. “You should’ve let me know beforehand so I could’ve helped you cover up,” he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.

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[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. trying to get your cold boyfriend to crack a smile !

tags. toji fushiguro x female reader. fluff, suggestive at the end. reader gets called ‘girl, doll (face)’

“you should smile some more,” you comment unexpectedly as the television runs in the background. toji raises an eyebrow, amused yet curious at the way you interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

your sluggish lover looks down at you as you sit up on his lap. his arms loosen up around your waist, though his manly hands don’t leave their favorite spot—your ass. toji gives it a squeeze, huffing at the way you’re blocking his sight with your head, “what ‘re ya on, girl?”

he figures it’s just you trying to strike up a silly little conversation again, for the sake of entertainment. he tilts his head to the side so he could continue watching the show playing on the big screen.

your hands come to cup his face. your palms are actively being prickled by his stubble, the man not having bothered to shave this morning. not that you’re complaining. you love it when toji leaves that stubble on his face. it gives him a more manly look.

“smileeeee,” you exclaim and use both your index fingers to turn the corners of his mouth upwards. his lips are morphed into an awkward, forced smile that makes you frown.

you secretly hoped that toji would go along with your request, but he doesn’t. that same expressionless face stares right back at you. his ‘smile’ instantly disappears the moment you drop your hands to your sides.

the black-haired man runs his fingers up your waist. and arms. he eventually pinches your cheeks for a second, properly positioning your body so he could watch the television in peace. toji places his chin on your shoulder, half lidded eyes lazily following the people on screen.

“i wanna see you smile again, c’mon,” you whine and try to push toji’s head back, but he stubbornly refuses. he easily overpowers you and pins your wrists down against your sides, nearly crushing you in a ‘hug’.

he takes a deep breath and sniffs your perfume. he places a quick kiss on your throat, thinking it’d pacify you for now.

“i would if y’ could make me laugh, doll,” toji answers in a gruff voice. he falls silent again as he’s too focused on the show playing.

you frown at his comment and can’t help but feel slightly offended. you roll your eyes and push back from toji’s tight embrace, if that’s what you can even call it. you pout and cross your arms over your chest. you stare at him, his green eyes glancing back at you for a second.

seeing you get all sulky because of what’s supposed to have been a lighthearted comment, is adorable. though toji doesn’t say that stuff out loud.

“you’re saying i’m not funny?” you ask. it’s more of a rhetorical question. your partner shrugs and yawns, one hand of his sneakily slipping under your shirt. his meaty fingers glide up to your bra, tracing the outline.

it’s another action of his in attempt to distract your mind from this entire conversation. however, it fails as you swat his hand away. toji clicks his tongue and gently swats you back— resulting into a mini fight between the two of you.

your slaps against his biceps may seem hard to you, but to the bulky man they’re child’s play. it feels like nothing, while you’re trying your best to stand up for yourself. toji’s revenge smacks are light taps against your bum and hands.

he’s clearly not putting in any effort unlike you.

“if that’s how you wanna take it, then yeah, y’ ain’t funny,” toji adds fuel to the fire, amused by how upset you’re getting. he doesn’t mean anything he’s saying; he’s simply interested in your adorable reactions. you look cute—thinking you’re doing something to him while you slap his bicep as response to his sneaky remarks.

you huff and roll your eyes. the little unserious tussle between toji and you continues. “bastard,” you answer and stick your tongue out to him. your lover lets out a puff of air through his nose at your weak attempt of insulting him.

he indulges you again.

“what’ddya say there?” toji questions in a low tone. he easily grips your wrists and flips you over until your back hits the soft sofa. your hands are gathered above your head and his face is close to yours.

that doesn’t stop you from being bratty, however, no matter how intimating toji tries to act. his black bangs brush against your forehead due to the proximity between you both.

“bastaaaaaard, you’re an asshole,” you shamelessly continue, your voice echoing in his ear. the black-haired man stares at you with a blank stare for a couple seconds, letting you blow off some steam.

you don’t know how cute you are right now to him. toji could just eat you up right then and there. having his girl try to act fierce around him is such an endearing sight.

without knowing it, toji’s scarred lips curl up, a faint smile appearing on his face. he doesn’t bother moving or setting your hands free.

“heh, right—i am, aye?” your lover nods and places a chaste kiss against your jawline, biting that same place not a second later. he lifts his head up and stares down at you with that same subtle smile.

you’re a bit shocked by the fact that he actually smiled. you love seeing toji show hints of happiness, which he rarely does. but when he smiles, you know it’s going to be a beautiful sight.

and it sure is now.

you’re too caught up staring at his handsome face to realise that that cherished smile has turned into a teasing grin. toji’s free hand slides up to grab your bottom lip, pulling back and letting go to watch it bounce back in place. his warm breath gently hits your cheek and you feel a shiver run down your spine;

“y’know if y’ want to, i can show ya how much of an asshole i really can be, doll face.”

[starkeysbunny]

my girl [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - little blurb of reader waiting for rafe while she gets ready for the party they’re about to go to. she gets pouty listening to rafe’s angry phone call toward his employee, which is quickly turned to cheeky remarks and smirks when his girl gets his attention.

warnings - fluff, cursing, yelling, illusions to sex

“No I told you it had to be done, fucking today!” Rafe shouts, talking to someone on his phone. He runs a hand over his head, taking a seat on the couch on the balcony. His jaw is clenched tightly, his index and middle fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.

I rolled my eyes hearing him yell for the last ten minutes, rambling to whoever it is about a deal of some kind. I was sitting in the window seat, in the middle of painting my toes a new pink color Rafe had just bought for me.

The sun shines through the window, warming my skin as I carefully continue my pedicure. I startle at the loud smack against the wooden table outside as Rafe slams his hand against it in anger.

“You’re fucking joking right? Two days—no! I was supposed to have this shit yesterday, god! Shouldn’t have hired such fucking idiots.” He scoffs after loudly shouting, yet again.

The loud noise caused me to flinch and mess up, making me groan as I fix the nail polish. I look out the window, seeing Rafe looking incredibly annoyed and just waiting till he could shout again.

Begrudgingly, I stand from the window seat, rounding the corner through the french doors onto the balcony. Rafe’s gaze is focused at the ground, hard stare, eyebrows tensed and furrowed, and lips pressed together tightly.

That is until, his eyes land on my bare and freshly manicured feet coming into his line of vision. His eyebrows relax, his lips turning up into a smirk. He seems to completely tune out whoever is yelling back in his ear, his attention on me.

“Rafe,” I whine. He looks up, lowering the phone and acknowledging my presence.

“Hey baby,” he chuckles lowly, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Stop making so much noise,” I groan, going to sit next to him. He pulls my legs onto his lap as I sit beside him, hands massaging my smooth skin. “Made me mess up my pedicure like three times,” I pout.

Rafe chuckles, licking his teeth and looking down at my feet. “Oh I’m sorry baby, how rude of me,” he teases. “You’re so cute when you’re angry, y’know.”

I roll my eyes, “Who are you even on the phone with anyway? I was so bored waiting for you. I wanna go to that party,” I whine, pulling at his arm.

He looks down at his phone, hanging up on whoever was on the other end, throwing his phone somewhere on the couch. He leans down, pressing kisses and leaving marks on my neck.

“Look so good baby,” he murmurs, his hands grazing my waist and thighs. My cheeks heat up from smiling so hard, I peel myself off of him, standing up. My hands stay behind my back as I sway back and forth, “Lets go get ready, yeah?”

Rafe groans, “Forget the stupid fuckin’ party. Just want my girl.” He chuckles as I giggle loudly, he pushes me back into the room.

All through the night his phone buzzes continuously with calls from his friends wondering his whereabouts. The phone long forgotten outside.

[cosmal]

waitttt aerial writing poly!marauders?? omg. how about them looking after sick or injured reader I feel like that could be so cute!!!! they’re all worrywart bfs tbh

emergency contact

summary james gets called when you faint at work. and then sirius. then remus. you feel awful

content poly!marauders x fem!reader

note this was combined with another request. I accidentally deleted it I'm super sorry but it was a request for poly x fem!reader where the boys come to your work after fainting!

You feel really embarrassed sitting at the end of the bar, ice pack held to your head, mouth wrapped around the straw in your drink.

Your embarrassment turns to worry when you see James walking across the room. He’s rushing, hair a mess, mud tracked up his calves. He’s still in his rugby kit.

You turn your head to look at your colleague. “Ash, you told me you wouldn’t call anyone!” You’re not really upset, you feel like a bit of a nuisance.

“It’s procedure, Y/N. I’m sorry.” She doesn’t sound very sorry. You don’t blame her.

“Sweetheart,” he says when he reaches you. He’s frantic, soft about it, but still upset. “Are you okay? They told me you fainted.”

“I’m really sorry,” you say instead of a hello. You feel entirely stupid.

“What?” He grasps your shoulder and squeezes hard. “What are you sorry for, honey?”

“I feel bad,” you say quietly, voice a little thick. You screw your face up and your head tinges. A dull pain that radiates down into the back of your skull.

“Please, don’t.” He says. Firm with a hint of worry he’s trying to mask. If James cries you think you might too, and you really wouldn’t put it past him.

You drop the pack to the bar and take his hand, fingers damp with condensation that transfers to his palm. “I’m fine. Promise.”

“You bumped your head?” He uses his free hand to hold your face, careful where he has his fingers. His eyes track over your face to search for any harm. You’re blood-free, luckily, though there’s a red mark blooming up and into your hairline. Most likely to bruise.

“Yeah.” Your eyes flutter closed because you can’t help it.

“You’re not feeling drowsy?” comes James’s voice.

“No, feels nice,” you chuckle, a tiny huff of air. “Your hands are warm.”

You don’t expect it, but suddenly, you’re hearing Sirius’s worried voice come from the other side of the room. You crane your head around James' broad shoulders to see him, haloed by the light coming through the front door.

“Why is he here?” you mumble, feeling worse by the second. It comes out worse than it sounded in your head.

Apparently, he hears you. “He is here because James had to call him.” He hugs you almost immediately. Big, warm hands come around to cage you in against his chest. You hide the good side of your face into his neck and huff. “Do you not want me here?”

You pull back quickly and really regret it. Blinking back the hot, pinching pain in your face. “What? No, I’m just…ugh.”

Sirius pouts, then hums a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat. He keeps his hands on your shoulders. “It’s okay, honey. Don’t worry about it, yeah?”

You close your eyes and incline your head to lean it down on his ringed-up hand. Your cheek all smooshed up against him.

“Is she okay?” You hear him ask James. He hums a yes. “She’s not concussed?”

“She doesn’t think so,” he says.

“She is right here,” you mumble. You pull back from his chest and swing your legs over the chair.

"I'm sorry, lovely." He looks like he wants to hug you again. "You're okay? Had some water?"

You nod. "Just really wanna go home."

"All right, let's go, yeah?" James takes your elbow to help you off the stool, and Sirius steadies you by the shoulder. It's kind of adorable how gentle they're being with you. Soft hands and pinched brows. They both make a funny sound when you wobble a little.

James grabs your bag and throws it over his shoulder and you all leave.

"I'm sorry, Sirius," you say before you get to the door. "Were you at work? You won't get in trouble for leaving, will you?"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry about that." He smiles.

You will. You'll no doubt feel bad for the rest of the week.

You bump into Remus on your way out. He holds the door open for you. He looks like he's run up the block. "Rem, baby, they didn't call you too?" You're not sure why you hadn't expected it. If he wasn't here, he'd definitely feel horrible.

"Dove, you're okay?" he pants. He holds your face in his hands and you try not to cry. You're not sure if having them all here makes you feel better or worse. "God, I was so worried."

The first tear leaves a hot track down your cheek. You push yourself into Remus's chest instead of answering and wrap your hands around his waist. He crosses his arms over your back.

He moves you out of the way of the entrance and you scuffle along with him. Your tears are slow, dampening his shirt, catching the brunt of your upset. You don't make any horrible sounds, just quiet, sticky tears.

He encourages your face back with a firm, pinching hand. You blink back the end of your cries. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare everyone."

"Don't worry," he says, corners of his mouth trembling into a sad smile. "It's all good. As long as you're okay."

"I just," you take a stuttering breath, "just got really tired. I probably shouldn't have worked today."

Sirius kisses the end of your eyebrow, right across your temple. "You've been working a bit too much, I think."

"I didn't ruin anyone's day?" You sniffle way too sadly for anyone's opinion. Remus squeezes you closer with almost bruising fingertips.

"No, lovely," James says, sticky smile gracing his lips. "Don't worry about it, okay? We just wanted to be here for you. That's our job."

"Right," you say, voice catching at the end.

Sirius shucks your jacket on for you as the wind outside picks up. "Speaking of being here for you," he says. "Is James your emergency contact?"

"No, you all are," you tell him, a hint of laughter in your words.

"Right."

Then, you start actually laughing. "Was he the only one to pick up?"

"I think so," he joins in.

"What if it was serious?" Suddenly, you're teasing.

"It was serious!" Remus balks.

"You didn't answer the phone!"

Everyone goes quiet. You burst out into the biggest fit of giggles, smiling so widely it hurts. "I'm kidding!" you say, struggling to speak. "God, stop. Look at your faces! Stop - stop it, my head hurts."

James cages you in against his chest, stealing you from Remus. "My poor baby," he coos. "Oh, they're awful, awful boyfriends."

"Fuck off," Sirius grumbles. "Just cause you're always on your phone."

"Don't listen to them, honey." He's awful. "You comin' in my car?"

"If you stop being mean, then yeah."

"Yeah, you fuckin' tell him, Y/N." Comes Remus's grumpy voice.

[calicoups]

౨ৎ 3:37 AM — csc

synopsis you need to pee but there’s a slight issue… pairing seungcheol x reader genre fluff, timestamp note i just fucking miss this man so much. it’s 4:37am. i miss you, scoups :c word count 0.9k

you need to pee. like really bad. one small issue: there’s a thick & heavy arm over the middle of your torso which is making it difficult for you to move because if you just tried to push it off, you might wake the sleeping bear in human form next to you. aka, your boyfriend.

seungcheol’s fingers twitch a little from where they’re tucked between your body and the mattress, he always twitched a little when very deep in his sleep. you found it sort of…endearing, causing you to go absolutely heart-eyes at his sleeping form.

your boyfriend was a deep sleeper — especially when he’s had a long & tiring day — which is why you started contemplating whether you should just shove his arm off you & go pee or just forget about that option so that he doesn’t wake up with a pout (although you love to see it).

at first, you decided with the latter option & tried to fall back asleep…it didn’t work, the urge to relieve yourself intensified. so you decided to go with the other option. slowly placing your hands on seungcheol’s forearm, you push it away as carefully as you can in order to not wake him up. he stirs, mumbling a quiet ‘hm, cinnamon buns’ and a giggle begins to build in the back of your throat because is this man seriously dreaming about cinnamon buns? you might just have to go out & buy him some tomorrow.

nevertheless, you carry on with your mission. gently, you push his arm away inch by inch until it’s no longer resting on you but the tiny space between you & him.

the blanket, you slide it off your body & sneak out of your bed after slotting your feet into the fluffy cow slippers seungcheol bought for you (he saw you browsing them & ordered them secretly). mouthing a small ‘phew’ as you reach the bathroom, you quickly look back before shutting the door & doing what you came to do.

when you were done, you quickly slinked back to your & seungcheol’s bedroom to get back into bed. but you jump as soon as you turn around after closing the door because there’s seungcheol…sitting up against the headboard of your bed, with the comforter wrapping him up.

“why are you awake? did i wake you up? sorry, cherry, i didn’t mean to…” you voice out after gathering yourself.

“where did you go? it was warm but then all of a sudden it got cold” his voice was heavy & thick with sleep. you walked closer & he lifted a corner of the comforter, giving you access to get under the covers.

“i just went to the bathroom, cherry, and i didn’t wanna wake you,” you replied, “come on, let’s get back to sleep.”

“mm, s’okay. just missed holding you in my arms”, he pulls you down into his embrace & burying his nose into your hair.

“you were holding onto me so tight, you know. and i needed to pee so bad but i thought ‘leave it, i’ll pee in the morning’ and then you tightened your hold on me, you monster!” with fake annoyance in your voice, you nudged him a little & watched as a lazy smile appeared on his face, dimples peeking out faintly. you adored his dimples, loved seeing them, too.

“sorry, baby, just wanted to hold you…” his body became lax in your reciprocating hold the more you snuggled into him, “but, baby, why do you keep calling me cherry?”

“hm? you don’t like it? okay, let’s try somethi—”

“no! i mean, no, i didn’t say that…just answer the question.” your left brow goes up as you stare at him with amusement.

“okay. well, i don’t know, it just came to my head. maybe it’s because of your cute lips, cherry coloured and cherry flavoured. they’re just so pretty, i just wanna kiss you all the time!” your pointer finger goes to poke his plush lips & his pout reappears once more.

“and that pout! you’re so” you pinch his cheeks with your pointer finger & thumb, “so adorable, my silly cherry!” now, you pull and squish his cheeks. a giggle falls from his squished lips & it’s contagious. his laugh is so beautiful & contagious, it makes you laugh too.

“hm, if they’re so pretty to you then why don’t you kiss them?” he says slowly while stopping your finger & thumb from pinching any further while moving closer to you. you pretend to think it over before giving him a sweet kiss on the very lips you love & adore, pulling away with a ‘mwah!’.

seungcheol loves it when you do that. he loves dearly the random yet fitting nicknames you give him, the warmth you give him on a cold & rainy day, the hugs you give him after trudging up behind him on a lazy sunday morning, watching him cook scrambled eggs — just the way you like them. seungcheol loves you.

seungcheol lets out a yawn and moves closer to you — if that’s possible, given how close he was to you already.

“m’ sleepy ‘nd warm now, let’s sleep.” he says quietly, replacing that same arm around your torso that got you into this cutesy situation.

“goodnight, my silly cherry.” you kiss his forehead and bring your head back down to his chest. his heartbeat is fast, it makes you smile knowing you can still do that to him.

“mm, night night, my silly girl.”

author’s note: no this not me self indulging, what are you talking about??? sigh i just wanna be his silly girl, cooped up in his arms in our bed on a rainy day while we watch a movie we took 15 minutes to pick. i miss him. a lot. like more than i can explain through text. my cherry :(

btw i actually needed to pee & then thought of this & bam. this happened. I MISS HIM wanna kiss his cheeks & cute lips so bad & wanna hug him sm.

[vaaaaaiolet]

This summer, you're a swimming instructor. The cute lifeguard that rescued you from drowning in the deep end of the pool last week invites you out for a romp on the beach and you end up getting a little in your head.

Lucky for you, Leon's a dab hand at his job. Especially for you, even if he's off duty.

f / m, fluff, romance, body image issues, banter, tw: eating issues, reader is awkward and body conscious :( but leon is a sweetheart and a TOTAL flirt, slight?? afab nsfw

a/n: title from "my fun" by suki waterhouse! i'm finally reaching the end of my manic writing streak, and since summer's in full swing, you all better know that you look STUNNING no matter what!! your incredible support means the world to me <3

this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!

word count: 662 // read on ao3

Can’t do it, nope.

You skitter back under the shade of an umbrella blooming on the beach. The water’s beautiful today. Incessant little waves lap at your feet, coaxing you into the turquoise coast. 

The sinking feeling in your stomach outweighs any of its appeal.

He spots you on his way back from his truck. You’re swaddled in a towel big enough for the both of you, buried in a book that you find super interesting (once you turn it right side up), and just as you get into the nitty gritty of how to win friends and influence people, your reading gets swiped up from right under your nose. “Hey!” 

Leon blinks innocently, twisting his wrist to read the cover, “You’re into this kinda stuff?”

“It’s how I’m so winning,” you cross your arms over your stomach, whatareyousaying?, “and influential. To people.”

“To people.” He repeats.

“Uh huh.”

Way to go. If the cute lifeguard didn’t think you were weird for asking if he knew how to swim, he’s definitely going to think you’re weird now. What kind of swimming instructor doesn’t swim at the beach?

And as you think you’ve screwed it all up with the only cute guy who’s asked you out all summer, Leon just chuckles, hunkering down on the sand next to you. “You’re influential, I’ll give you that. Maybe I’ll put my swimming off until later too.”

So Leon saves you again, like he did at the deep end of the pool last week.

“Toss me something from the cooler?” he asks.

He shucks off his shirt, revealing a set of well-earned abs. Jesus, they ripple, they’re waves. You’d happily take a surfboard to his six-pack. 

Sadly, you settle for handing him a Coke instead.  

“Is something the matter?” he asks after a bit. Leon almost sounds shy, his cheeks a sunkissed pink to match as he sips.

You shake your head no as winningly as possible.

“Are you sick? Cramping?” Oh, he’s a sweetheart, “‘Cause we can go anywhere you want. I just thought since you teach swimming…” His fingers inch towards your towel-covered thigh. 

“Seriously,” you laugh, “it’s not a big deal, you go swim.”

“Really? Cause I’m thinking the pretty girl I finally convinced to go to the beach with me is going to run the other way the minute I turn my back.”

Your face sears with heat as you open your mouth and nothing comes out. 

“Kidding, I swear. Wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You wrap the towel a little tighter around your stomach, and Leon’s brow pinches. “What’s that all about?”

“Just not feeling like I look my best,” you admit, glancing over to the picnic basket you brought along, “It’s just for today, I don’t like how I look and maybe I should go easier on the food-” 

“Absolutely not.” 

The sharp pitch of his voice snaps your eyes back up as he plucks a nectarine out of the basket and slips it into your hand. He won’t take no for an answer – did he see how shaky your legs were at the pool this morning? 

“You spent all day chasing your swimming class around; you need energy to kick my ass at Chicken like you promised, remember?”

“Come on, it’s not that serious. I just missed breakfast.” You’re mumbling now, sounding not at all influential or winning, “I had enough energy for today’s lesson anyway.”

“You’ll lose your boobs.” Leon shrugs, sinking his teeth into another nectarine before you smack him on the shoulder. A scandalized gasp tears out your throat as he laughs.

“That’s a stretch!”

“I don’t make the rules. Eat. Land or water, you’re gorgeous both ways.”

And there he was again, doing what he does best. The sinking feeling lifts with each bite you take of the fruit, and just maybe, you might not have messed this all up.

“Attagirl.”

You meet Leon’s grin with an idiotic one of your own. “Charmer.”

“Pretty girl.”

fun fact: i once got flirted with like leon does to reader at the end but that guy did it much worse and it was a total ick 💀 lowkey i might not keep this up either AHGHG

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what’s yours is mine (6/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse AU)

You always thought that there was something off about your dearest friend. Something that you just can never be sure of no matter how much you watch him, no matter how much you scrutinize and prod at his cheek with a deductive finger and a furrow of your brows.

It’s like finding the secret twist like in that one detective show. You gotta look hard, look deep into someone; something to really find what you’re truly looking for.

Because it could be right in front of your very eyes.

“Mhfm?” Geto Suguru is tilting his head at you through a spoonful of ice cream, letting you examine him carefully to the fullest of your ability just as you pinch one of his cheeks in between surveying fingers.

Pinch. Pull. Pinch. Stretch it out lightly. Let go.

He swallows as you grab his nose, squeezing lightly and feeling the cartilage sink under your touch.

Squishy.

“Is… There something on my face?” He blinks at you, squeezes his eyes closed when you start to squeeze a little harder with a cute frown that was teetering on a pout, with his voice amusingly nasally from your actions.

Yet, despite all that, you can’t seem to put a finger on it at all.

“Probably ugliness.” Gojo Satoru’s crude remark is heard from within an impish giggle, his lips smeared with cold ice cream as he licks the remnants away with a nimble tongue. “Ya looked in a mirror lately?”

“Nope,” Geto Suguru replies, irritation evident in his tone as his eyebrow starts to twitch, the smile still holding strong on his face as he feels you twirl a strand of his hair. “You’re around me so much that they all start breaking by themselves.”

And the air tenses, silence permeating before it breaks into yelled insults.

“Ya offended me, so you have to gimme all your ice cream!”

“Haaah?! That doesn’t make any sense at all, you greedy scammer! Y’er gonna lose the rest of your teeth!”

“Kimi-chan said it was just my baby teeth falling out!”

(It’s true. There’s a hole in your mouth right now from where you had spat out your tooth after a pretty bad fall yesterday.)

Such is the relationship between your friends. You guess that it isn’t so bad even when they practically start glaring at each other as Gojo purposely lunges for a jaw-dropping, comically large bite of ice cream that wasn’t his.

Narrowly would he have tackled you had it not been for Suguru pushing you away, the force toppling you over and making you now lay down uselessly upon your back, staring up at the ceiling of your own room and watching the sway of your ceiling lamp as you hear the both of them gasp, a spoon clattering onto the tatami of your floor just as little feet rush over to you.

“(n-name)?!” Worried and panicked as a bandaid covered hand smooths over your face.

“Oi, look what ya did!” Rough and jittery.

“I did it cause you’re dumb and blind!” Irritated and fretful.

These ones are easy to tell, easy to see exactly what they feel. So… You think they’re getting along exceptionally well these days. Especially when your eyes begin to stare up at their worried faces and prodding questions.

It makes you think harder than you did just moments before. Maybe it was a good thing that the back of your head was hit so hard.

“Everyone has their own secrets,” She began, pulling at its sleeves and smoothening out the wrinkles upon the damp shirt as it flutters out, the water having been wrung out thoroughly. “It’s only a matter if you find out or not.”

If you find out, huh? Mama says it’s rude to ask someone outright. Yet, it’s not enough of an answer to deter you.

“But what if I really, really wanna know something, Mama?”

“I suppose…” She glances down at you briefly as another pillowcase is pinned onto the clothing rack, the brand new, softer fabric starting to billow in the soft wind. “They’ll have to decide for themselves on whether or not they want to tell you.”

That’s annoying. Your shoulders slump and you pout, your foot continuously giving light kicks to the basket of clothing pegs as you squeeze the elastane plastic currently in your hand.

“But I’m sure that if you both were close enough,” She begins again just as your hand plops another pin onto her open palm. “They’d tell you outright.”

That gives you hope, you suppose. Only a little.

“Do you have any secrets, Mama?” It’s your curious eyes and small grin of mischief that catch her eye first as you hear her give you an inconclusive hum in reply.

The last of the laundry flutters with the wind, your knees bending and your hand reaching for the final clothespin to hand off to her as she stares off into the sky for a little bit, a certain look in her eye that you can’t exactly put your finger on but swear that you’re just upon the tip of discerning—

Before you feel a hand on your hand ruffling your hair as you blink, breaking you out of your train of investigative thought.

“Not at all.”

(“But I know you snuck a bite of the cream puffs I bought before dinner.” You feel a tap to your nose when she squats down to be eye level with you, a gasp of shock and your hands immediately slapping over your mouth a little too late.

How did she know?! How did she find out?! You even learned how to close that flimsy, silly little cardboard back correctly and as neatly as possible! Is your Mama a mind reader—

“You had cream on your nose all this time, dear.”)

You don’t know how to go about it, so you ask the next person you trust the most in this whole wide world.

Maybe that was your first mistake.

“Hah?” Gojo Satoru is staring up at you through those long eyelashes as he makes you pat his head, your hand smoothening out those rough strands of cloud white as you sit on your legs to better accommodate to his, admittedly, hard to discern whims.

(Mama did say he was ‘clingy’ after all.)

Maybe your pillows are just too cheap for someone so rich like him, too low quality to even be considered acceptable for his standards… Which is why he always has to make do with your lap despite how your legs start to get really tired after being stuck like this right after waking up.

(But if it’s for your friends, you’d do a lot of things for them. Even if you think your legs are gonna go numb and fall off…)

“I don’t know anythin’ about that uggo!” He’s quiet for once, finally learning to keep his voice small in these early mornings when the sky is still trapped in a dim blue and the sun had only started to peek over the horizon to say good morning to the world, his shiny eyes watching you lazily blink your bleary sleepiness away.

It’s one of those early weekend mornings where it would be just the both of you, the whirl of your fan beside your futon, those partially drawn curtains and breakfast that Kimiko-san had brought over sitting upon your kitchen counter downstairs.

(Mama is very grateful for Kimiko-san. You’ve seen her bow so profusely to her as she pushes the nicely packaged bag of tea she bought just yesterday with you into the maidservant’s hands before she left for work the other day.)

“Are you both still fighting?” You hear him whine just that little bit more when you rub against that spot near his ears, palms moulding into his scalp and your fingers scratching against the parts he usually gives in at— The parts that make him much more susceptible to talk even if he was being stubborn and puffing his cheeks at you.

“Hmph…!”

You’re actually… Kind of relieved Suguru isn’t here to retort back. It’s too early in the morning, and you’d feel really bad if he woke up too soon.

He needs to sleep well to keep his prettiness. That much you’re sure of, when you compare him to your cute friend who wakes up too early in the morning to come hang out with you, anyway.

“You shouldn’t be angry, Satoru.” Your thumb pokes at the crease between his brows to make him relax them before your arms shift to be hugging around his head, the soft scent of his expensive shampoo in your nose as you close your eyes and gently relax.

“You’ll make me sad.”

And that has him going limp in your hold, tension leaving his body as he watches your face from the corner of his eye.

You’re stupid. And dumb. And stupid stupid stupid stupid—!

“W-well I’ll forgive him if you don’t invite him over today!” He’s stuttering through his cute cherry cheeks, alight with a red so sweet you think he might actually turn into a cherry himself. “Ya h-have to hang out with only m-me today!”

That does sound a little unfair on Suguru’s end. So you compromise.

“Then can we go to his house later then? Geto-mama said her husband got some souvenirs from Hakone.” And a lot, too.

He stops complaining— Starkly silent as you continue to hug your cute friend. He feels so nice to hug.

You’re using his biggest weaknesses against him and it isn’t fair! So he has to actively contemplate, weighing the pros and cons as your cheek rubs so softly against him…

“How to get your friend to listen to you?” Your Mama blinks at you as she turns away from the TV that was still playing, head inquisitively tilted to the side as you blink back at her.

You think she has an inkling of what— And more specifically, who you’re talking about. She lets out a chuckle when she notices you’re staring at her too intensely, hyper focused on her answer as you waited with bated breath.

You really need to listen to her advice.

“You don’t actually have to try much, sweetie.” She shifts a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, smoothening it down and combing through it slightly. “Just be yourself.”

“F-Fine!” He huffs and puffs and pats your hand, a signal for you to let go, thoroughly embarrassed now that his entire face was ablaze with a hot blush.

You didn’t glean anything about Suguru from him after all, but at least you know he likes your shared pretty friend more than he lets on.

(He wouldn’t have agreed so readily otherwise, even with the promise of snacks.)

So you confide in someone else who would definitely know more than you. Someone who you trust more than you do yourself… Even if he ranked like— 7th on the list after Sailor Moon and Pikachu.

(You tried talking to them through the TV screen. They don’t really seem to be replying… They’re too busy being heroes like you, after all.)

“How to get your friend to tell you somethin’?” He’s raising a brow at you as his legs spread far too wide and take up way too much space, a yawn escaping his too big mouth and making the scar on his lips even more prominent than it already was… All whilst you were the one with his beaten up book bag settled on your lap that you had picked up after he unceremoniously tossed it aside.

“How the hell would I know?”

You’ve resorted to asking him for help as you let the leather of his bag settle upon you, your thighs jutting it up every few moments or so as you play with it. It’s surprisingly light, as if it didn’t have much— Or anything inside of it.

“You look smart.” You blink up at those dull green eyes of his, fingers playing with the metal buckles and watching as he tussled with his own hair when he practically rolled his eyes at your reply. “So I wanna ask you.”

“Well kid, do I look like a fucking—“ He clicks his tongue in realization at his wording, taking a breath in through clenched teeth and glaring down at your curious blinking eyes before averting his gaze, fingers moving to be pinching the skin between his brows as he lets out a deep sigh.

Exasperatedly. As if he gave up.

“Shi— Fine.” A roll of his eyes as they drift off to the side, as if he was thinking for a little bit as you sit beside him with your legs hanging off the ledge of the wooden bench you were both seated on.

You win. He’ll hand down all his secret knowledge to you now to let you gain experience points.

He‘s mostly quiet even when he’s not all that deep in contemplation, only a few grunts here and there when he finds himself staring into the setting orange of the sky.

(Adults must really like doing that. You’re glad you already have one thing in common with them. Can you be an adult now too?)

“Just beat their asses. People are easy and will tell ya anything when they’re on the ground tryin’ not to piss their pants.” He ends with a bit of a deranged chuckle as you watch how his curled up fists began to twitch.

He’s… Definitely scary-ish. If you cared to put enough thought into how frightfully intimidating this almost adult is, anyway.

(For some reason, you aren’t scared of him at all…)

A blink. And another as you try to process his words clearly. You don’t really get it. Violence won’t solve much in the long term, and you’re not exactly open to roughing it up with anyone…

“But what if I don’t wanna beat up my friend?” Now you’re the one frowning, lips turned downwards and brows furrowed together as you clutch his bag closer against your chest.

Oh, how it scares you to even think about messing up Suguru’s pretty face… How would you ever admire it anymore?!

“Oi, I gave ya a solution. Quit whining.” There’s a rumble in his throat, dismissive disdain and annoyance in his tone as he pulls out his cellphone, lifting the cover up to reveal a cracked screen as he mashes on buttons that you don’t really know how to use well.

“If you’re gonna complain, just pry it out of him yourself, you brat.”

Pry… It out yourself? And… If he likes you enough he’ll tell you… He’ll tell you if you tried. Try. Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhh!

And you’ve jumped up onto your feet, carefully making sure his dusty bag didn’t fall to the dustier ground as you hold it above your head in celebration, a wide grin on your face and your eyes sparkling in victory, showing off the bag as if it were a grand prize you had obtained through arduous competition.

“Mister, I always knew you were smarter than you looked!”

(“The fuc— Hell is that s’pposed to mean?”)

——

“Oh hello! How have you been, dear?” Geto-mama is the one that’s greeting you this time around, patting her hands dry on her apron, already squatting down the moment she had spotted you and opening her arms up with that cooing look on her face.

You indulge her, despite that mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“My! You’re always such a sweetheart to me!” You can feel her heartbeat pick up just as she squeezes you to her chest, your cheek resting against the soft fabric of her shirt as you blink. “Gotta thank your Mama for raising you so cutely! I don’t need to make a daughter if I already have someone as adorable as you are, dearie!”

There she goes talking again, with your face pressed inbetween her soft chest no less. It feels really nice though.

Her boobies are so big…

“Gosh, it’s only been a few years but you already look so grown up! I wonder just how many years I have left before I won’t be able to pick you up like this anymore!” You feel her practically swing you around when your feet leave the ground. “Goodness me, you are so cute!”

You tune her out, patting her back lightly as she squeezes you ever impossibly closer. Geto-mama is so strong. You hope to grow up as healthily as her when you get older.

“Are you here alone today? Suguru’s off with his Papa to the market for a bit.” And she has an arm supporting your bottom, cooing at you with a blissed out look on her face as she carries you to the living room.

“Mhm. Satoru can’t come t’day.” He’s busy with extra lessons, learning… Um, you think it was an instrument. You tug at the strings with a stick and put your chin on the tiny guitar.

“Oho~? Then how about having a chat with an old lady while waiting?”

Sounds like a plan. You don’t have anything else to do today anyway. And you can’t exactly play Suguru’s board games by yourself, that’s no fun.

“Okay. And you’re not old, Geto-mama. You look like you could be my older sister.”

(Mama told you any lady would be flattered if you said that.)

“Oh my goodness me! I could faint just by listening to you compliment me!” A hand to her forehead for the added dramatics. “I’ve got some banana teacakes and some senbei! Which would you prefer, darling?”

If Suguru is the only one coming later, then…

“Senbei, please.”

(“Oh, you’re so darling and polite! I simply cannot stop swooning over you!”

Mama did say Geto-mama had her heels over her head for you once. You don’t know what that means, but you assume it must be pretty good if she fusses over you so much. Like one of those kind, but slightly overbearing grandmas in the shows you watch.)

You’re blowing away the steam from the piping cup of warm milk in your hands, a slight mustache from the remnants of the drink upon your upper lip as you poke your tongue out to lick it away.

“And then Suguru helped Kanade-san get up even when he could’ve ran past him.” You pause momentarily to recount the time a little more. “Kanade-san is a super fast runner, and everyone thought Suguru was gonna lose, but then he actually won.”

You take another sip as you let out another relaxed sigh.

“Suguru’s really cool.” And that is a given fact. He’s the coolest. Only Satoru could only come in a close second to be cool-lier. You’re really happy that you can call yourself his— Their friend.

“That… I’m assuming Suguru has been treating everyone well, then?” She’s smiling as she watches you snack on the rice crackers, her elbows on the table as she hums.

As well as he could be anyway, you think.

“Mhm. Suguru’s really polite. But I also told him that he needed to look out for people that will want to wish ill on him due to conflicting interests.” Your legs kick as you miss the way Geto-mama’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head from your nonchalant little advice spiel, taking another hearty sip of your milk before continuing.

“That’s what the zodiac sign lady on TV said about Aquariuses-es.”

A sigh of— Relief? From her.

“Ahaha, more from that astrology column you love so much, huh? You’re quite the attentive one, sweetie.” She smiles as her eyes close, a little chuckle leaving her. “I should be less worried, but I just can’t help it even if you’ve been such a good influence on him, dear.”

And she has every right to be, you’re pretty sure.

Geto Suguru did not get off scot-free after that little incident with your classmate. Disciplinary action was taken, parents were called in, and Suguru couldn’t come to school for a good 3 days.

But you don’t know the details other than that. Only heard those flying rumours that you didn’t pay much attention to as you walked past your chatty tables of your classmates.

“He broke Tachibana-kun’s hand…”

“He’s so violent!”

“My cousin from another town over said there was a really violent boy who looked really similar to him when I showed her my class photo—“

“Ehhh? No way, that couldn’t be Geto-san! When I talked to him he was so nice and polite!”

“Yeah, but! My cousin showed me a kindergarten photo and it looked just like him!”

“My mother did say that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover…”

You don’t care. You don’t care because ‘Listening to dreadful words that had no substance would lead you down a path that will not converge with what you wanted’. According to your zodiac sign that day, anyway.

But you believe it regardless.

“Geto-mama,” Your eyes watch her carefully, watch how her shoulders slumped and how her eyes shone with that characteristic confidence and how the way she carried that sure air always surrounding her.

“How has living here been?”

And she only smiles at you.

“Oho? Not going to ask why we moved here in the first place?” It has been a good 3 years since they moved in. There’s no use dwelling on the past if it’s all the way back then. “You didn’t ask even when we first moved in here, you know?”

She’s curious why you don’t pry.

You won’t care about such things. The past is the past, and Mama doesn’t like bringing up the past. The past is a secret you have to unlock with time, with careful prying and precision if you truly wanna know.

So you nod, blinking up at her with your eyes that spoke your truth, your now empty plastic cup tapping against the coaster as you settle it down and reach for another rice cracker from the bowl.

(Geto-mama prepared an even number of snacks. She’s so thoughtful.)

“Everybody’s got secrets. It depends on ‘em if they wanna tell or not.”

(Hehe. You sound like your Mama. You’re really proud of yourself for that.)

“Is that so?” She laughs again, an amused glimmer in her eye and a hand over her mouth as she hears the crunch of the senbei you were chewing on.

“Then I hope Suguru lets you know his secrets soon enough.”

The door clacks open, the telltale ring of the bell signalling that it had been unlocked as you hear the shift of those sturdy reusable bags Mama often uses to avoid the ¥10 extra charge on plastic bags, with a couple sets of shoes tappin against the stone genkan floors of the Geto house.

“Mama! We’re back!” His voice calls out with so much familiarity as you hear slippers clacking against hard ground. “Papa bought too many tomatoes cause they were on sale!”

“Already outing me to your mama, huh?”

“Ehehe.” His eyes cast downwards to better kick off the slipper that had accidentally clung to his foot— Ah, it’s getting so annoying to take them… Off?

Strappy sandals. Well-worn, straps undone with fraying ends and certainly, a very familiar set of sandals.

You. Were you already here? When did you come? Did you eat yet? How long have you been alone with his mother?

Regardless of all his thoughts, all his questions. One thing is for certain as he finally gets the stubborn shoe off running past his poor Papa trying to gather the bags as he runs down the hall and into the living room.

He’s excited to see you.

“Mama! Is (name) here?!”

And he spots you, so cheerily chewing on one of the hard rice crackers as his mother watches with a hearty smile that looked a little too smug.

“Oh my? Not going to help me and your Papa with the groceries?” And she’s already pushing back her chair as Suguru pouts at her.

“I can do it— Later.”

“Oh~ And if I don’t have any groceries for you to pack later?”

Hmph…

“I can help.” You’re speaking through the dry senbei you had just swallowed as your eyes lift up and off the table to meet his already staring purple that practically shone so bright. “Then Suguru and I can play together sooner, right?”

You’re so kind. So sweet. So nice to him.

“Ahaha, it’s alright you two. Have fun.” And she leaves. Geto-mama finally leaves as his feet practically start moving by themselves towards you. To be closer to you, to be near you.

“Hi.” He smiles at you, so softly and so sweetly with his eyes upturned into gentle crescents and his cheeks rosy red. “Did my mama talk ya ear off?”

He sounds almost out of breath. Shy.

It’s not the same boy the rumours in your class float around about at all. You’re super sure it isn’t as you let him take your hand to help you off the chair.

He doesn’t let go.

“I like your mama, though.”

And while you were always the one being asked to give hugs to Satoru— You just can’t seem to stop yourself from asking hugs from your Suguru as you squeeze his palm and stare at the sway of his bangs.

Hmph… He didn’t hug you yet.

“Suguru.” You tug at his hand when he’s humming, climbing onto his couch and signalling for you to follow suit as you start to pout.

“Suguru…”

“Hm?” He’s too busy staring down at your intertwined hands, a bit of a dopey smile on his face as he swings it back and forth.

He looks so happy.

So you don’t wanna interrupt him.

“What do you wanna do now?” Even if you’re pouting and sad that you didn’t get a greeting hug. You’ll settle for the handholding, you guess. Sigh.

“Well… Satoru might wanna watch Digimon right now.”

Uh— Huh? He’s not wrong, but… Satoru isn’t here right now. It’s a habit you’ve noticed… A lot actually.

“Satoru won’t like that.”

“You’re going to make me— No, Satoru mad if you talk to that boy.”

“Do you and Satoru like this a lot?”

As much as you’re happy that he likes your clingy friend a lot— It doesn’t help you learn enough about the your pretty neighbour; Geto Suguru.

Geto Suguru who likes to keep his hair long, Geto Suguru who has pretty purple eyes, Geto Suguru who likes to pet the neighbourhood cats, Geto Suguru who likes to eat cold soba…

There could be so much more that you don’t know about him.

Ah. You found it. That’s what’s been poking and prodding at your brain so often about Suguru. The way he tried so hard to please you.

“No.” You’re shaking your head as your eyes look from the cupboard amassing his various board games, to his television and to the unfinished plate of rice crackers and back to those confused; unsure amethyst eyes.

“What do you wanna do?”

“But—“ He sounds uncertain— Unsure and choked and slightly… Afraid?

“Your Papa’s a Beta but your Mama’s an Alpha?” The sandpit felt a little too crowded today after his presentation on his family. A little too many people for his liking as they bombard him with questions.

“My daddy says that your Papa’s so lucky to be able to marry and train an Alpha!”

He doesn’t see what’s wrong with how his family loves and cares for each other. Who cares? They like each other, and that’s enough.

“Ehh? An Alpha who plays mommy to take care of the house? What kind of Alpha is that? My mother says that Alphas are better in the adult job world!”

Who cares? His mama is happy with her life. And that’s enough.

“Right?! Maybe Geto-kun’s mama is defectiv—“

“Shut up!” A blinding fistful of sand, a tackle and two bodies crashing into the dusty sand box as punches fly and tears drop.

“You can’t say that about my mama!”

Geto Suguru who hates others because they just don’t think like he does. They don’t get things the way he does, don’t see things the way he can.

There shouldn’t be a world for those snickering, sneering faces that don’t even deserve to be able to breathe. He knows, learned from such a tender, young age that people are cruel. That you could chase, and chase after their adoration as much as you liked; only to have it crash down within the next moment.

Geto Suguru saw no point in making friends when his parents started packing their bags when the rumours about their violent child started spreading throughout the neighbourhood. Geto Suguru who got in the car and sat so eerily quiet for hours on end.

Geto Suguru who finally started speaking to others again the moment he saw you hiding behind the curtains.

“I wanna listen to what you wanna do. Satoru’s not here so we can play whatever.” Your free hand taps against your still conjoined hands as you shift closer to him.

He describes you as weird, describes you as odd. There was no kid back at his original neighbourhood that would hide from him the moment he laid his ‘gentle’ eyes on them. No kid who would go out of their way to try to be as accommodating as possible whilst being oddly— Awfully silent with pursed lips and an awkward look in their eye.

“…even if you don’t like what I’ll say?” It’s safer to just stick to what he already knows you like. You like Satoru, you like staying at your house, you like your Mama… Don’t dislike him. Don’t hate him.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. “I like you.” That’s a good response you think, your nose picking up on a change in the air and catching a glimpse of a sheen of wetness in his eyes. “So I’ll definitely like what you wanna say.”

There was no kid out there who was so unabashedly like you. He just can’t help it— Seeing you struggle makes him soft and icky and gooey inside. He thought hanging out with you once would cure that ache to want to talk with you, would rid him of this odd intrigue about you.

But now— All he hopes is that you won’t hate him.

“And what if…” You think his voice is growing smaller and smaller. “You don’t like me anymore because of something I said?”

Hmm…? That’s never happened before though. You think for a little bit as you stare off to the side and let your head loll and rest on his as you feel him shudder.

But you know he’s not recoiling from you. The air feels sour, shaky. It doesn’t feel comforting as usual as you hold his hand tighter and think harder.

“Then I’ll just make friends with you again?” It will be tough on your end, and you’re not sure if he will take you back, but it’s sure worth a shot if it comes to him.

A stifled giggle— And sudden choked laughs.

You think you finally managed to make him smile again.

“Hahah…! What is that even supposed to mean, you dummy? Ahahah!” He’s still holding onto your hand as his head turns away from you, tips of his ears burning red and a quiet sniffle that you almost missed.

“You’re so stupidly kind, (name).”

And you learned that Geto Suguru can be crass, can let loose and say absolutely anything behind that facade of his. That, despite being so soft, can grow so tough and spiky that it was hard to get him to change his mind.

Maybe that’s why your two friends can get along so well.

Because they’re just so alike.

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[sweetnotshort]

NEW FRIEND

pairing : bf!chris x gf!reader

summary : you and chris had been hanging out but then your sister and her husband have a huge emergency and your the only one who can watch her twins.

warnings : just swearing & fluff

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“Chris your getting brownie batter all over my counter.” I giggled as he flung brownie mix at me.

He paused for a moment before putting brownie mix all over his lips cause my jaw to drop.

“The brownie monster is coming for you.” He launched at me, his arms engulfing my waist.

He placed wet, messy kisses on my cheek getting chocolate all over my face.

“Ew Chris you’re gross.” Our attention was quickly averted to my loudly ringing phone.

I picked up my phone seeing my sister was calling me, with a furrow of my eyebrows i answered her putting it on speaker phone.

“Hello?”

“Can I drop Via and Rustyn off? My water just broke and these kids can’t go to the hospital.” She frantically explained to me over the phone.

“Um Chris is here, it’s that fine with you?”

“More than fine, I trust him. Thank you, you’re a life saver my dear.” I muttered a quick bye before hanging up the phone.

“Well looks like i have to babysit.” I sighed and went to wet a paper towel so I can wipe off all the chocolate on my face and the counter.

“I’m excited to finally meet your niece and nephew.” Chris exclaimed putting the bowl in the sink.

“You’ll love them, they’re the sweetest ever.”

10 minutes later a loud knock echoed through the apartment. I opened the door to see my brother in law carrying two bags, two little blonde kids next to him.

“Ok I’ll be back as soon as I can again thank you so much. I love you both.” he planted a kiss on each of their heads before giving the bags to me and heading back into his car.

“Hey guys come on inside I have a big surprise.” I took their hands and closed the door with my foot.

Chris sat up off the couch and came over to the three of us, crouching down to their level.

“I’m Chris! It’s so nice to finally meet you two, your auntie is always talking about you.”

Rustyn gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Wanna play twucks wif me? They in my bag.” He displayed a massive smile on his face and pointed to the bag in my arms.

“Of course buddy, I love trucks.” I handed the bag to Chris, Rustyn already taking off into the living room.

I felt a tug on my arm causing me to look down at the little girl next to me.

“Is he your boyfwend?” She attempted to whisper, but it was more of a regular tone.

“Mhm, isn’t he cute?”

“Ya.” She giggled and ran off into the living room, tackling Chris’s back.

“Woah there, slow your roll Olivia.” He laughed placing her on the floor.

“Me not Olivia, just Via.” She pouted while crossing her arms.

I giggled at this interaction and went to go sit on the floor with them, Rustyn climbing into my lap.

“Oh! I’m very sorry miss Via.” Chris dramatically apologized, putting a grin on the little girls face.

“Chwis tan I do you mateup?” Via pleaded pulling on his arm.

Chris looked over at me for approval to use some of my makeup, to which I nodded.

“Only use the ones in the lowest drawer.” I directed standing up, picking Rustyn up with me.

“Let’s go check on the brownies I made.” I whispered to Rustyn while walking to the kitchen.

10 minutes later Rustyn and I had already indulged in a brownie sundae, chocolate all over his face.

“What is taking these two so long.” I helped my nephew off the bar stool before we went into my room to check on the two.

Giggles filled my ears as I got closer to the open door.

“Ywou wook so pwetty, auntie will wove ywou!” I heard a sweet voice tell Chris.

“Auntie wook!” Via pointed at Chris as she sat on my vanity.

I walked over to where I’d be standing opposite of Chris. A loud laugh escaped my lips as I saw his face, makeup was awfully out everywhere but somehow he still looked hot.

“Wow you look gorgeous Chrissy.” I cooed and pinched his cheeks to which he swatted my hand away.

“Via come eat bwonie!” Rustyn told her than ran back into the kitchen.

Via squealed and reached up at me. I helped the girl down, her instantly running after her brother.

“You really do look great.” I attempted to say with a straight face, but a small smile crept in.

“Not another word.” He silenced me before grabbing a makeup wipe.

I placed a quick kiss on his cheek before exciting my room.

After hours of playing and running around, Via and Rustyn finally settled down and agreed to get ready for bed.

I got both Via and Rustyn put in pj’s and tucked them into my guest bed. Both toddlers were cuddled up in the blanket, bottles in hand and one sleeping, the other fighting sleep.

“Auntie.” Via muttered rolling over to face me.

“What Via?”

“Chwis is my new fwend.”

My heart warmed as the little girl said that.

“I’m glad you like him.” I kissed her forehead before rubbing her cheek.

“Get some rest ok.” I turned off the light and exited the room, cracking the door a bit.

I sighed loudly while plopping down next to Chris on my bed, him instantly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Thank you for helping me today, I really appreciated it.” I whispered to him, placing kisses on his face.

“Don’t thank me, I had a great time with them so.”

I stopped kissing him and held his face in between my hands.

“You know, playing with kids looks good on you. Kinda like a dilf.” He lowly chucked before kissing my lips.

“You’re such a dork.” He said in between kisses.

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aww this is cuteee, i just randomly thought of this so ya hope you liked it

[tojisbbg]

𝙤𝙝, 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣

❝oh.. cara mia, how i love him.❞  

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: first time writing for blue lock!! ugh, guys, the brainrot is very severe. they’re all my babygirls fr.

content: rin itoshi x reader, sprinkle of sae in it (if you squint), fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, childhood friend to strangers to lovers, rin’s a little mean, unresolved feelings cause sudden confession, small little tweaks of events, not edited.

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“rinnie!” your six-year-old self screamed loud and proud for your best friend in the entire world as you ran inside the itoshi household. your parents were left behind at the door, chuckling with the itoshi’s parents because of your excitement. 

you tightly gripped the coloring set to your chest, climbing the stairs as fast as you could upstairs to rin’s play room that he shared with his brother sae. you opened the door, seeing the familiar ravenette sitting on the child size chair, focused on drawing. 

“rin! you were supposed to wait for me.” you whined, your smile now becoming a small frown as you sat in front of him on the empty chair. rin looked up at you, finally acknowledging your presence. 

“ah! y/nie, you’re here so soon.” he gave you a bright smile, his eyes shimmering at your company. suddenly, you even forgot that you were mad at him in the first place, his smile being so contagious as you returned one yourself.

“look! papa got them from his business trip last week and it has crayons, markers, paints and so much more!” you showed him the coloring kit, making him awe from amazement from the variety. 

“so cool! hey, can we share?” rin asked and you eagerly nodded your head, laying out your coloring supplies on the table freely. 

“who are you drawing for the project?” you asked, beginning your masterpiece, which would consist of cutely drawn stick figures. 

“i’m gonna draw big bro, i wanna be just like him in the future. he’s just so cool, he’ll become the best striker in the world and i’ll be the second best.” rin spoke with such passion in his tone, his eyes holding a loving adoration at the thought of his brother. 

“nice, i wanna become like my mama. i want to make food as delicious as hers so that i could feed the people that i love.” you chirped, dipping your paint brush in a little bit of water before swirling it inside the watercolor paint palette. 

“even me?” rin asked, making you look at him with a slight dust of pink shading your cheeks. 

“of course, rinnie. you’re my best friend and i’ll always love you. i think you’re more awesome than sae.” you whispered the last part, making him giggle as he shook his head. 

“hm? talking about me?” you suddenly hear a voice behind you, your eyes being covered as you yelp in surprise. 

“sae!” you finally peeled his hands away from your eyes, eyes meeting another pair of emerald ones. sae chuckled before ruffling your hair. 

“hey! you’re messing up my pigtails.” you huffed, trying to fix your hair that slightly ruined, straightening the bows that were a little crooked. 

“sorry, sorry, cutie.” sae raised his hands in defense, making you hum as a response of accepting his apology. he sat on the ground, eyes watching what you and his brother was doing. 

“look, big bro! this is you and me when we win the world cup together.” rin eagerly showed his finished drawing, earning a proud grin from his brother as sae ruffled rin’s hair. 

“we’ll be the best of the best, together.” sae said, warmth spreading inside rin’s heart from satisfaction. 

“yup!” rin nodded. 

“hey, what about me? i don’t know how to play soccer.” you pout, feeling left out from the itoshi’s conversation. 

“i offered to teach you but you didn’t wanna.” sae replied, pinching your cheeks teasingly as you winced. 

“yeah ‘cause soccer is for boys not for girls.” you fake gagged, making sae roll his eyes from your overdramatic reaction.

“you can cheer us on, you’ll be in the front seats watching us.” rin suggested, making you think hard on if that’s the job you wanted to play in the itoshi brothers dream. 

“okay! i’ll be your good luck charm.” you gave them a thumbs up, making them both agree. 

“my, my! aren’t you three just so cute. let’s take a picture!” rin’s mom cooed, pulling out her phone as she ushered both brothers to stand by your side. you dropped your paint brush, holding your colorful hands up with a bright smile that made your eyes disappear. 

you felt rin and sae bent down, placing a kiss on either of your cheeks as a pose. 

“1...2...3... awwww!” your parents were in the middle of having a stroke from cuteness overload. on the other hand, you were combusting with happiness from how lucky you were to have two of the greatest friends ever. 

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change is something inevitable. 

seasons change and so do other forms of life such as plants, animals and humans. it’s just the cycle of life that we must go through. 

the world was still too big for your liking at the age of sixteen, afraid to dip your toes in waters that seemed too cold and foreign. 

you were afraid to change.

and perhaps that was one of the reasons why you let the two most important people in your life slip out of your grasp. sae became a hotshot in a small period of time, hitting the news which spread like wildfire. of course, this alone made your and rin’s hearts soar from happiness. 

but that was two years ago. 

things were different now, so different that you don’t even recognize the itoshi brothers anymore. sae was absolutely no longer in the picture, frequently traveling to places like spain and his visits back in japan lasted no more than a couple of days. 

and your best friend, rin, has become nothing but a total stranger. he still lived within close premises, yet his aura felt like someone splashed you with cold water. that warmth that once resided within him was gone. 

you quickly barged into rin’s room, your face now becoming pale with horror as you saw him go berserk. his eyes were dark, smashing every single trophy, medal and picture frame him and sae owned. 

“i hate him! i hate, hate, hate, itoshi sae!” rin bellowed, not even caring about your existence that was terrified by the door. your shaky hands went behind you, closing the door as you slowly tip-toed your way to him. 

“rin?” you meekly called out his name, trying to catch his attention as he was heaving from frustration. he looked at you with a sharp glare, making your throat go dry. 

“what.” he spat out with so much venom, making you mentally wince. 

“sit down and talk to me.” you grabbed his arms, pushing him back until he sat on the bed and you stood in front of him. your hands were on his shoulders, grounding him on the mattress to make sure that he wouldn’t get up to do anything else. 

“there’s nothing to talk about. itoshi sae ruined my life by teaching me soccer, and i will get my revenge on him.” rin spoke with so much hate in his voice it made your stomach churn. 

“that’s crazy talk, you both are supposed to become the best together, remember?” you frowned, cupping his cheeks as you tried to somehow make this hateful glint of his disappear. 

until he swatted away your hands. 

“we’re not kids anymore, y/n. it’s time that you grow the fuck up and realize that this stupid dream the three of us dreamt of was never going to become reality. even seeing you makes me angry now.” rin harshly spat out, making your mouth agape from shock, looking at him with glossy eyes. 

“rin, the hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice croaked, your heart feeling like it was on the verge of cracking into two. 

“i hate you too, y/n.”

those were the last words that were ever exchanged between you and rin, the last time you both were even near each other. every time the both of your parents would try to organize an event together, you would make some lame excuse to not join them.

but, today it seemed that no matter how significant or desperate you tried to make your excuse look like, your parents didn’t buy it. 

“what happened between you guys? you all used to be such good buddies.” your dad asked out of the blue, looking at you through the mirror as he drove. you shrugged, playing with the hem of your dress. 

“we just grew up, i guess. besides, the both of them are pretty busy people so i don’t wanna butt in.” you quickly dismissed, not wanting to talk about this whole sibling rivalry they both had going on which eventually wrapped you into it as well. 

“yeah, it’s a shame. but, the itoshi brothers are doing very good. sae has gotten into nationals and rin got into some bootcamp place called blue lock. we’re going over for dinner because the brothers are gonna be off on their own path tomorrow.” your mom informed you, making your eyes go wide like the size of two full moons. 

it was bad enough that you’d be seeing both sae and rin after two years, but the fact that now even more distance was being created left you unsettled. there was no more hope in restoring whatever friendship you guys had. 

you didn’t care much about sae, but rin? he was your best friend, your person, the only person who could actually turn your frown upside down. 

what probably hurt the most was the stupid crush you had on him that never died down. you know him like the back of your hand, and you know that the itoshi rin right now is not the sweet rin you befriended and fell in love with as a child. yet, a piece of your heart knew that somewhere in those ferocious green flames of his, your rinnie was still there. 

the dinner party was like usual, a bunch of rich people all in one place. you felt stuffy and suffocated, deciding to go up to the balcony to get some fresh air. you noticed a tall figure leaning on the rails, peering down. 

“shouldn’t you be hosting your own party?” you snickered, standing beside him as your voice rang a bell in his ears. rin straightened his posture, easily towering over you as your mind couldn’t process how tall he has gotten within the span of two years. his body was more fit and muscular, yet his face was stoic and bored like the last ever time you had seen him. 

“tell that to mr. famous, he’s the hot topic of the table.” rin grumbled, stealing quick glances at you with a side eye that you failed to notice. he couldn’t help but notice how you’ve gotten even prettier within the years, his heart fluttering upon the sight of you. 

you grew up so well, yet you still reminded him of the old y/n he knew. 

“hm, well, congrats on getting in blue lock.” you awkwardly said, rubbing your bare arms as you avoided eye contact with him. 

“thanks.” he dryly responded and silence fell between you both. 

“so, you’re gonna go away for a long time?” you asked, trying to stir up a conversation with your best friend whom your heart ached and yearned for. 

“don’t know.” rin simply shrugged, his resistance making your blood boil. he was acting like it was your first day meeting him and that every single memory between you both never existed. 

“alright, i’m fucking done.” you said through gritted teeth, making rin look at you with a cocked eyebrow. suddenly, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to make at eye-level with you. 

“the fuck is your problem, huh? i don’t know what went on between you and sae, but that shit does not involve me. i don’t give two flying fucks about soccer, i just want my best friend back. so stop being such an asshole!” you screamed in his face, your eyes pooling with tears that began to sting. rin looked into your eyes, his lips thining into a line before his larger hands peeled your fingers away. 

“are you fucking deaf or dumb, huh? that weak and pathetic version of rin itoshi you so dearly hold in your heart is dead. my dream is no one’s but only mine. only i will become the best of the best in the world, the best striker. i will defeat itoshi sae and make him eat his damn words.” his hands balled into fists, making you crouch down as you held your face in your hands, sobbing. 

“then why.. why am i looped into this shit?! did you mean what you said to me last time?” you asked, praying to whatever god up there that you overthought everything those past two years. 

“of course i did, y/n. you mean nothing to me, right now, the only thing important to me is soccer. hell, i’ll even put my life on the line for it. anything and anyone who gets in my way is nothing but a fucking pain the ass.” rin glared down at you, each of his words feeling like a few hundreds of knives stabbing your heart. 

“you fucking jerk. i hate you, itoshi rin! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! go to fucking hell.” you yelled, getting up with tears in your eyes as you ran inside the house. you tried to navigate yourself to the bathroom to fix your face which was probably streaked with black remains of your mascara. 

you bumped into a hard chest, making you groan in pain as you mumbled a quick ‘sorry’. 

“y/n?” the familiarity of the voice sent chills down your spine, looking up to see none other than sae. his hairstyle changed completely, his eyes dull as he looked at you with an undecipherable look. 

but for some odd reason, his presence made you furious. a part of you couldn’t help but blame sae for the reason why everything went down the drain for the three of you. you roughly shoved him off, catching him off guard. 

“do me a favor and go back to spain so that i don’t ever have to see your face again, itoshi sae.” you said in a monotone, not even wanting to look him in the face as you walked away. 

a beautiful friendship that you once molded with both brothers turned nothing but into puddles of sorrow and agony. 

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“come on, y/n! it’ll be fun, i promise.” your friend whined, trying to convince you to attend soccer match between u-20 and blue lock today. 

“eh, i don’t know. i’m not really a soccer person.” you nervously laughed, trying to shoo her away. but, your friend was persistent. 

“come on, pretty please? didn’t you say someone you know goes to blue lock?” your friend narrowed her eyes, making you look at the side as you tried to come up with a lie. 

“well, uhm, yeah? but like, i don’t know if he’s still playing in it.” you scratched the back of your neck, trying your best to decline her offer as politely as possible. 

you knew that these tickets were hot and porbably costed a lot of money, yet her friend who is playing in the match gave her two. 

“well then, i guess you’ll find out!” she said and you sighed in defeat. 

“fine.” you mumbled, taking the ticket from her hand. 

you both were now outside of the stadium, the lines were making you feel all sweaty and suffocated. you texted your friend, getting annoyed that she was running late and you felt a little stupid standing in the middle of all of these die-hard soccer fans. 

“ah, sorry! i’m here.” you friend waved to you at the distance, running over as you rolled your eyes. 

“i was gonna go home if you didn’t show up within the next minute.” you gave a small empty threat, making her chuckle. 

“hey, no worries. getting inside won’t take too long, let’s get jersey’s!” she sang out, dragging you the stand where they were selling the shirts. 

“i’ll get number eleven for blue lock please.” you friend said, pulling her wallet to pull out the money. you read the name on the shirt: isagi yoichi. it was most likely the friend that gave her these tickets. 

“what about you, y/n?” she looked at you and your eyes scanned the shirts for both u-20 and blue lock but the summer’s heat was making you feel dizzy. so you just went with some random number that popped inside your head. 

“uh, i don’t know, number ten?” you asked more than said. the man gave you a judgemental look which made you a little embarrassed. 

“for which team? u-20′s number ten is itoshi sae and blue lock’s number ten is itoshi rin.” the man informed you, making your heart drop as those two names rang loud and clear in your ears. 

no way that this could’ve all just been pure coincidence. you were broken out of your thought as the line grew, deciding that no one would even see you anyways from the distance. so, you’d cheer him on behind the scenes. 

“blue lock’s number ten, please.” you said with a small smile. 

after purchasing the jersey, you and your friend went to the bathroom to change into it. after you both were done, she guided you through different doors in which security people guarded it. 

“vip tickets.” you friend eagerly showed them both your and her ticket to the man before they gave her a brief nod. they opened the red rope barrier and allowed you two to enter. 

“hey, this is so close to the field.” you said in awe, looking at the huge green field before you. 

“of course, dummy. we have first row seats.” she gave you a wide smile, making your heart thump. you both took your seat, waiting for the match to start. the announcer people did their little speeches, making you bored. until, the doors opened and the players began to walk in. 

you watched how u-20 walked in, the familiar red head leading the team. your gaze fell on his jersey, it was number ten, itoshi sae. the door on the opposite side opened and the blue lock players walked in and it felt like time had stopped when your eyes fell on the person’s jersey whom you were wearing. 

itoshi rin. 

you noticed how rin’s eyes held a different glint in them, it was filled with determination and the will to devour. he was finally going to play against his brother whom he once dreamt of playing together with side by side. the more you remember that old childish dream that you three dreamt of, the more your heart ached. 

you could only wish that it could go back to that. 

the match has been going for what felt like an eternity, but you couldn’t help but have your palms get sweaty. it was intense, both teams filled with bery talented and skilled players. this was your first time watching rin and sae play soccer, as you’d always skip out on their practices in the past because it was boring to you. 

but now after witnessing it live, you were nothing but dumbstruck from amazement. their speed, intellect, strength, stamina and overall talent was unremarkable. you would be liar if you denied the fact that you were proud of both of them. 

yet, your heart was rooting for blue lock to take home the victory. unfortunately, things weren’t going towards your liking as u-20 was in the lead. one more goal in for u-20 sent the whole crowd roaring and cheering for none other than itoshi sae. 

however, your eyes not even once fell on him. you were more focused on rin, his every move was sharp and hypnotizing. you watched him pant from exhaustion, until a different aura replaced him. 

you looked at him and your heart dropped to your stomach, recognizing that look from before. it was a look as if a demonic entity has taken over him, his eyes darkening as his tongue slipped out in focus. 

fuck. 

you watched him go berserk, zooming past all the players and strategically knocking down everyone’s skills with his own. that was until he was now head on head against sae now. 

you noticed how his movements waivered for a little, but he shrugged it off and continue to get in his shooting range without being interrupted by sae. the crowd grew quiet as they began to whisper and murmur about the sibling rivalry. 

you heard them badmouthing rin, taking sae’s side just because rin wasn’t as well known like sae. you couldn’t take it anymore, leaning over. 

“you could do it, itoshi rin! make that fucking goal, rinnie!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice catching both brother’s attention. rin looked at you with shock, sharing the same look with sae. you gave rin a hopeful smile, giving him a thumbs up. 

“i believe in you, rin! you can make that goal!” and with that being said, it was as if his mind was being possessed by your voice, your words guiding him as his body acted on its own. 

rin surpressed sae, who didn’t even notice because he was startled by your sudden appearence amongst the crowd. and in a matter of seconds, rin’s leg swung and like fire the ball hit the net. 

“fuck yeah!!” you jumped from your seat as the announcers flooded everyones ears with compliments towards rin. 

blue lock won. 

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“holy shit, that game was insane!” your friend babbled, making you chuckle as you nodded your head in agreement. 

“yeah, it was.” you smiled, the events of rin’s amazing goal and overall play rewinding in your mind. 

“hey, i’m gonna go catch up with my friend. i’ll text you when i get home.” you friend quickly excused herself and you nodded your head, wanting to leave as soon as possible to avoid bumping into either brothers. 

you were finally able to leave the stadium, now outside as you saw the sun was slowly setting. you leaned against the fence, taking in the breathtaking sight.

“running away from me so soon?” a voice spoke out, sending chills down your spine. you turned your head only to see the 6′1 striker walking towards you while drinking water. he was out of his uniform, now wearing nothing but sweats and a t-shirt. 

“rin..” you said under your breath, your voice already half gone from your screaming. you haven’t seen rin face to face for a while now, especially after that night. he made your heart tremble, your knees weak and you always grew nervous. 

“never expected you to show up to one of my games.” rin blurted out, making you scoff. 

“why? ‘cause you think i don’t know anything about soccer since you’re a hotshot player and i’m not?” you taunted, making his lips curl a little upwards into a small smirk. 

“you’re the one who said soccer was boring.” he argued, making you tsk. 

“well, it’s not as boring when watching you play it.” you mumbled under your breath, but your words were as clear as day to rin and it made his heart swell with pride. 

“is that so?” rin asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. his skin softly grazed your face, making your cheeks grow warm. your eyes remained on the ground, not being able to meet his intense eye contact. 

rin let out a sigh, grabbing your chin before forcing you to look up to him. he looked down at your flustered face, looking over every feature that he has memorized in his mind. you were still the same, the only difference is you’ve matured as you’ve grown. 

your adorable doey eyes that would look at him like he’s the most interesting person ever to exist, your cute button nose that would scrunch up in excitement, soft and chubby cheeks that would blush whenever he kissed them and plump lips that would say the sweetest things to him. 

you’ve never left itoshi rin’s mind. 

“why did you come today?” he asked, looking into your eyes like he’s trying his best to search for the truth. 

“my friend had extra tickets.” you admitted, watching his eyes droop a little and lose their shine. 

“oh.” his voice sounded disappointed. 

“the man in the jersey stall asked me if i wanted u-20′s number 10 or blue lock’s number 10. i chose you, rin.” you said before cupping his face, getting tired of knocking on this hard wall rin has built around his heart. 

rin could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the unfamiliar feeling of this weird fuzz made him confused. you were rooting for him from the beginning? 

“but why? sae is still a better player than me, i got that goal in by luck because he was distracted.” rin frowned, dropping your hands from his face as you heavily sighed. 

“even if everyone in that entire crowd cheered for sae, i would still be your number one supporter and wear your number and scream for you loud and proud. whether you won or lost, you’ll always be the one that i would root for, rinnie.” you gave him a ceshire smile, that beautiful shimmer in your eyes returning just like how you’d have it when talking to him as a child. 

suddenly, you grabbed his neck before pulling him into your chest, hugging him tightly. you didn’t want to fight against your feelings anymore, you no longer cared. 

“i’ll always choose you, rin. i love you, i love you so, so, so damn much that it hurts. all these years of being away from you made me become nothing but miserable. come back to me, rinnie, please.” you begged, tears streaming down your face as you sniffled. 

and it took only those few words to have that wall itoshi rin built around his heart to come crumbling down. he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“i missed you so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. i-i don’t even know what to say.” he stammered, as you felt him sniffling against your chest. your hand came down to his cheeks, wiping away his tears as you shook your head. 

“it’s okay, i know it was hard on you. you suffered a lot on your own.” you kissed his forehead lovingly, feeling him tighten his embrace. 

“but still, i was such an asshole to you because i was so consumed by my hatred. i’m so sorry for hurting you, y/n. i felt so guilty, i couldn’t even face you because i knew my feelings would conflict with me.” rin admitted, making your heart skip a beat. 

“i love you too, y/n. i always have and i always will.” he said, leaning away from your chest to meet your gaze as his eyes softened. you giggled in content, your hand going behind his neck to pull him into a kiss. 

it wasn’t anything too much, a soft yet savoring kiss that you both shared. rin could taste the sweet fruity gloss you used on your lips, humming at it’s sweetness. you smiled against his lips before pecking them multiple times. you cupped his cheeks, squishing them as a pout forcibly formed on his lips. 

“ahhh, you’re so cute, rinnie! i just wanna eat you up!” you squealed, continuing to pepper his face and pouty lips with smooches. rin’s face noticibly grew warm and red, but he liked getting this kind of attention from you. 

you both spent the next few minutes just hugging and pecking each other, enjoying each other’s close company that you both ached for all those years. 

“we got the whole week off, so uh, do you wanna go on a date?” rin asked, averting his eyes from you. a teasing grin danced on your lips as you decided to play with him a little. 

“hmm, i don’t know. let me think.” you pretended to think hard, making him scoff. 

“y/n!” rin whined, playfully smacking your thigh as you chuckled. 

“just kidding! of course i’ll go on a date with you, rin. but, only if you first ask me to be your girlfriend.” you asked with a cheeky smile, making him pinch your nose. 

“now you’re asking for too much.” rin teased, making you scoff. 

“hey, i was your lucky charm that helped you make that goal. the least you can do is ask me to be your girlfriend.” you roll your eyes, sending him a small glare. 

“now why would i give you any credit for that goal.” rin tilted his head, making you huff. 

“jerk, fine, then go on that date by yourself.” you said in a petty tone, squirming out of his release before walking off. rin chuckled to himself, knowing that you were right. your voice was the only thing that put him in that trance to make that goal, so yes, you were his lucky charm. 

rin lightly jogged behind your before engulfing your figure into a back hug. he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck before kissing your temple. 

“be my girlfriend and go on that date with me.” he said, pressing a tender kiss on your cheeks. a girly smile was now plastered on your face and you hummed. 

“if you insist, okay then!” you exclaimed, your stomach filled with butterflies. 

“good, i can’t win my games without my lucky charm.” rin breathed out in content, wrapping an arm around your waist as he held you close while you both walked. 

from a distance, the other itoshi watched, tightly clutching onto his duffle bag. an overwhelming amount of sadness washing over him as he watched his once beloved brother and childhood friend walk away together. 

sae let out a heavy sigh, walking in the opposite direction as a bitter smile was on his lips. in a way, the dream you three have dreamt came true today. 

the itoshi brothers played together in an intense soccer match while you were in the front rows cheering. only difference was the molten sea of hate and complicated feelings that made things more different. 

you only cheered for rin, completely ignoring sae’s existence and perhaps that why this feeling of tightness in his chest prevented him from even caring about what rin had in plan next during the match. 

although you and rin found each other once again in the same world, itoshi sae realized that he was way far gone from you both. 

he could no longer dream the same dream as you and rin. 

itoshi sae has lost his brother and his childhood best friend and he knew that he couldn’t blame anyone else but himself. 

[starsomens]

Headcanon for Noah who first met Y/N and his first impression of her was that she was shy and sweet

Fast forward a few years later, they’re now dating and her true colours show that she’s actually a menace. She’s hyper, chaotic, she bites Noah sometimes (he’d bite back in retaliation), when they go out shopping sometimes, she gets distracted and gets lost (ADHD lol)

she’d call him dude sometimes instead of babe or baby and has a energy of a ginger cat

I’m sorry this is a lot but I like the idea of a calm boyfriend and his chaotic tiny girlfriend

"she's adorable" was his first thought the second he had his first interaction with you

He loved the way you could only hold eye contact with him for about 30 seconds and right away look away and bite your lip

the way your cheeks would blush and how you'd trip over your words

He thought you were adorable! In addition to being adorable he thought you were just the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. You were so hypnotizing to speak with, and just the sweetest!

He had to take you on a date! and so he did :) and took you on more and more and finally made it official :D

The first year was great, you were getting more comfortable with one another, opening up and feeling just so in love

You met his friends, had gone to the studio to watch him and even went backstage to one of their shows.

Once you hit 2 1/2 years there was a change........in you :3

this man was NOT expecting the amount of ADHD and biting he was going to be in the middle of

Comes home from work, cuddling on the sofa with a movie and soft caresses and lil kisses...only for his arm to be met with either a bite or a lick

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️"babe?"🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

this was the first time you had ever bitten him and he was just confused but then you looked up at him and he thought it was funny and just oh so cute! He responds to this by pinching your cheeks or even biting you back

Now in the evenings just before bed he's watching you have a mini concert in his clothes and even pretending to be him on stage with his screams, bending backwards and his spins. And yes he does clap at the end of your performance

Some days you just wanna sleep in and others you're just running from one side of the house to the other

He either films you and keeps them as memories, or joins in. Next thing you know you're both running around the house giggling like little kids because of the sudden rush of energy

"So then, Oh my god! She says 'well if you don't want to work then you can get your shit and tell him that....that..... "

"That what babe?" he asks for you to finish the story

".....ah shit I completely forgot what she said "

He thought you were doing it for jokes...but you were serious you couldn't recall what it was you were talking about or what you friend had ended up doing in the tense situation. Noah gets left on a lot cliffhangers and he's just waiting for the moment where you blurt out how it ends

2:49 am "..pst noah....are you awake?" you poke his face

"mmmmm" was all he could manage

"well he ended up taker her keys and stealing her car! Can you believe that?!" you whisper yell

He just brings you into him, covers your face and goes "shh...sleep"

then a few seconds later he goes ".....what a piece of shit...."

"I know right?"

“Kay….sleep….now”

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[pinkhor1zon]

formal dinner at taco bell (ruined)!

pairing - han yujin x gn!reader

genre - fluff, comedy

warnings - taco bell, reader is shorter than yujin, just cuteness, adults dni!!

wc: ~1k

maia’s note: the yujin brainrot is real i love him so much. ZB1 COMEBACK DAY WE CHEERED!! i hope you enjoy this silly little drabble! likes and reblogs are always appreciated 🤍

read under the cut!

you and yujin were getting ready in your bathroom together. you had your finest most dapper clothing on, yujin in a crisp black suit, you also in your most fancy attire.

you were helping him apply his makeup, dapping a bit of concealer under his eyes. you were on your tippy toes, reaching up to his face. he was looking down at you, a dorky smile on his face.

“what?” you said.

“nothing,” he said, clearing his throat and blushing lightly.

you finished applying his makeup and lowered yourself back to your height. placing the makeup brush back onto the table, yujin pinches your cheek.

you frown at him, “really yujin.”

him, who is still pinching your cheek, chuckles. “you’re just too cute.”

you roll your eyes and pull his hand away from your face. you pat the sides of his suit with a smile.

“i feel so silly doing this, we’re dressing up all fancy just to eat at taco bell,” you snicker.

“i know,” he laughs, “but it’ll be fun!! i’ve always wanted to do this and isn’t it a cute date idea?”

“this is your idea of a cute date?” you cock an eyebrow.

he avoids eye contact sheepishly. “yeah..”

you grin at his sudden shyness. “any idea you have is a great idea yujin. now, let’s go!!”

——————

the two of you entered the taco bell dramatically. after hearing your reassurance, yujin ran to get two pairs of thick rimmed sunglasses for both of you to wear. he said, and you quote, “this is another one of my great ideas so now you have to do this with me.” you’re convinced he went all pouty just to get you to wear the sunglasses with him.

so here the two of you were, walking into taco bell with your most dapper clothing and sunglasses on. yours were plain dark black ones, his were dark black with rhinestones on it. this was a very serious matter for him.

you and yujin approached the cash register and the blonde cashier looked at you guys with the strangest expression.

“hi.. welcome to taco bell. um, what can i get you?”

you lifted your sunglasses off your face and put them in your pocket, scanning the menu of what you want.

“i’ll get a mexican pizza and..” you turn to yujin, “wanna share a large baja blast?”

he nods. “okay, and a large baja blast,” you smile.

the cashier nods, putting in your order. you look to his name tag. ‘ricky’ in all caps is written on it. how interesting, you think, you’ve never met someone named ricky.

“okay anything else?” said ricky.

“i’ll also get two doritos locos tacos, thank you,” yujin says, he still has his sunglasses on.

ricky nods again punching in yujins order. “okay that will be $13.06,” he says.

yujin pulls out his wallet from his pocket dramatically and pays in cash with exact change. you two grab your receipt and sit down at a booth.

as you sit down on opposite sides of the table you both burst into laughter. “did you see the way he looked at us??”

yujin responds, struggling a bit because he was laughing so hard, “that was hilarious!!”

the number on your receipt was called and you both calmed yourselves down from your laughing fit. that was quick, you thought.

“i’ll go get it,” yujin says, standing up and going to the counter.

he came back with your guys order, still wearing his sunglasses.

“yujin, when are you gonna take those damn sunglasses off,” you deadpan.

he lays out the food on the table and sits down. “they’re a part of me yn!”

you snort before reaching to take them off. he dodges your hand, frowning at you.

“don’t you dare.”

“watch me jinnie.”

you jump up and go into his booth seat, clawing at his glasses. he holds both of your hands, swerving left and right to avoid your attempts.

you shout, “YUJIN!! really!! come on, you look so funny!!”

he yells back, “NO!! i have free will yn. you cant take these away from me.”

still play fighting yujin, you see a familiar face in the corner of your eye.

“hey!! stop creating a ruckus!!” the cashier, ricky, shouts.

the two of you slowly turn to him. yujin is still holding your arms and you’re leaning on him.

he points at you, and then at yujin. “i’m kicking the both of you out.” he then mumbles, “just one more hour of my shift.. these weirdos are such a bothersome..”

yujin starts, “but-“

“no buts!!” the tired, blonde worker said sternly. “get out right now.”

you and yujin scrambled out of your booth, quickly taking your food and baja blast. once you were outside of taco bell you looked at each other and immediately started laughing.

“i can’t believe we just got kicked out!!” you say in between chuckles.

“yeah well it was all your fault!!” yujin took off his sunglasses and wipes the hysterical tears off his face.

you gasp, “now you take off your sunglasses?? really??”

he sticks his tongue at you and you both just stand there for a moment, realizing what had happened. you both are still holding your uneaten taco bell, outside of the taco bell you just got kicked out of.

“what.. what do we do now..?” you say, puzzled.

yujin shrugs before looking around. his eyes lock on a certain building in the shopping center you were in. he points to it and questions, “movie?”

you pause and think about it but come to the conclusion that it’s a good idea. “yeah let’s go!” you exclaim, smiling at him.

the two of you sneak your food into the movie theater and movie hop; somehow not getting caught. (you both know it’s because the workers don’t have enough energy to get mad at two teenagers in formal attire having harmless fun.) between movies, you and yujin discuss the recently watched movie and your ratings, thoughts, etcetera. some of them made you sob, some made you laugh, but its fun the entire time. after all, you’re on a silly date with your silly boyfriend, yujin.

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[toruro]

— ✧ the letter (smut)

description. you and minghao are really going to miss each other

tags. smut (18+), oral (f receiving), fluffy yummy cute

w/c. 1.3k

a/n. so fuck tumblr community labels i'm going to [redacted]. anyways the full story is here. i guess u could read this smut as a stand alone but it rly wouldn't make any sense.

“M-Ming—hao,” you whine, hands fisting the linen beneath you. A string of slick connects his mouth to your glistening folds, tethering him down to you even as he lifts his face. His eyes stare down at the slobbering mess between your legs, ignoring your soft chanting of his name before diving back down to close his mouth around your clit.

“Tastes so good,” he groans into you, hot breath fanning down on your folds as he licks fat stripes up and down into your cunt. One of his large hands reaches up and you instinctively guide it so that he can grasp one of your tits, squeezing tightly as your back arches into him.

“Fuck—Hao!” you cry out, when he peels his mouth away from you again. He looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes and a shiny wet chin and bright grin. “Was s’close … s’close,” you whimper, as he presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, licking and nipping at the soft flesh.

“I know baby, I know, but I wanna cum with you,” Minghao murmurs against your skin before crawling up onto his arms and over you. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours, sliding his tongue against yours fiercely.

Moaning at the taste of yourself, you wind your arms around his neck to pull his burning body flush against yours, grinding upwards in a determined mess to make sure the remnants of your almost-orgasm don’t ebb away.

You feel his hard length prodding against the inside of your thigh as Minghao shifts above you, adjusting his hands so they’re resting by your head when he finally pulls away, panting. Black hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen—you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing Minghao like this.

You gasp loudly when you feel his cock brush against your already sensitive folds, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he runs one hand up and down your body. “Spread your legs a little,” he mutters, tapping at your knee so that you raise your thighs so he can settle better between you.

You’re about to egg him on and tell him to speed it up but then Minghao is punching the air out of your lungs in one ruthless thrust, forcing his fat cock into you in one go.

You’re in such a haze right now, you almost forget that you’ll have to face your brother and parents in less than an hour. Minghao and Jun were, after all, going back to Korea today, but your pre-orgasmic state pushes away the nasty thought of having to say goodbye to your boyfriend and brother so soon after having them to yourself.

It wasn’t easy, of course—the first few months after you came back home from Korea with the title of being Minghao’s girlfriend hanging above your head. It was what he’d been most worried about, when he first asked you to make things official the night before you left.

“I know what I’m doing Minghao, trust me.”

And trust you, he did. He trusted you when you were kids, when he was just your brother’s best friend, when you called him (almost) every night, and he trusts you now, as he’s ramming his cock into you.

Gripping onto his back tightly, you lodge your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the rough drag of Minghao’s cock against your walls when he pulls his hips back halfway before pounding himself back in.

“God, fuck—I’m gonna miss this so much,” he grunts, punctuating his last word with an especially harsh thrust that has your body lurching against the sheets.

“M-me too,” you gasp, forcing your eyes open so you can watch the way his neck is strained and eyes are dilated as Minghao looks down at you.

“Yeah?” Minghao chuckles between heavy breaths, using one hand to cup your jaw while the other goes down to pinch at your clit. The touch against your sensitive nub as your mouth goes wide as you whine into Minghao’s mouth, lips swallowing up your loud moans while he kisses you.

Tongue and teeth meet in a clashing mess as you struggle to hold onto your last bit of sanity, his rough movements against your clit now turning to more a sharp and calculated circular motion that has you clenching around his cock.

“Minghao, fuck—” Your curse is cut off by the obnoxious ringing of your phone from the nightstand. Minghao groans, stilling his movements while his cock is pressed balls deep inside of you as he reaches over and grabs it.

“Just hang up,” you instruct but Minghao sighs, holding it up to show you the caller ID. Rolling your eyes, you grab the phone and hold it up to ear as you try and calm down your erratic breaths.

“Jun, I’m kind of busy—”

“I don’t care. Just make sure you guys come in like the next hour,” Jun says into the phone before pausing. “Why are you breathing like—ew. Gross. Forget I ever called. Well, don’t forget what I said, but you get the point. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to vomit now.”

Your phone beeps before the call cuts and you throw it to the side, clutching Minghao’s face to smash his lips on yours. “You heard him,” you mumble into his lips. “We don’t have a lot of time …”

Minghao sighs heavily, pressing his forehead to yours when you pull your lips away and glance down at the wet mess where his cock slams into your cunt. You feel your orgasm creep up on you again, tickling your stomach and spreading through your bones as you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you moan, starting to lift your hips weakly to meet his thrusts while Minghao presses wet kisses to your collarbone. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and every snap of his hips is sending you closer and closer to the edge until you feel his cock twitch inside of you, triggering the storm to clock in on you. “‘m cumming—fuck, Hao, feels s’good. Feel s‘full,” you mewl when his eyes finally meet yours and you let go.

Your limbs convulse in a haphazard mess as a long awaited orgasm racks through your body, the waves of pleasure only heightening when you feel Minghao’s thick spurts of cum shoot through your swollen cunt. He weakly thrusts into you for a few final moments until you’re both in a buzzing, overstimulated haze, his body going limp when he finally collapses on top of you.

“Do you think we have time for another—” Minghao begins to ask, lifting his head to look at you when you lightly smack a hand over his head.

“Minghao, this is our third round,” you groan when he slips out of you, rolling off of you so you have room to cool down.

“And? I’m not going to see you for at least another month,” he whines, squeezing your cheek from the side.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his cheek, you murmur, “I wish we could but you heard Jun. We need to shower, still …”

Minghao rolls his eyes, propping himself up on his arms, eyes flickering between you and the shower before smirking. “So … are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You horndog,” you scoff, sitting up straight as Minghao gets up from the bed. He turns to you, an eyebrow raised.

“So is that a yes or a no?”

Giggling, you kick the covers off and follow after him. “Only if you’re quick with it.”

Minghao grabs your arm, yanking you close to him as you stumble into the bathroom. “I love you,” he murmurs, your tits pressing close to his chest.

“I love y—” The words melt on your tongue before they can be heard, Minghao’s mouth engulfing your breath.

You’ll really have to apologize to Jun for being late.

[forlorn-crows]

Ooooooo Crow u wanna write about Mist milking Zeph's cute little tits soooooo bad

-Void

i hate you for ever suggesting that 1) zephyr has little titties and 2) they wreak havoc on the others by making them leak

what do you get when you put a strict top and a dom in the same room? you get a very soup-brained air ghoul who absolutely "hates" losing to daddy mist and her clever fingers

they/them zephyr (cock for their anatomy) and she/her intersex mist (cock/cunt for hers, though only the cock is mentioned here). good ole lactation kink w/a spicy side of Daddy mist ahead

If you asked Zephyr if they liked to be broken, taken down to studs, they'd vehemently deny it. Very few things—and very few ghouls—can ruffle their feathers and challenge that cool, unbothered facade that graces their features. If they’re ever submitting, it’s their idea, through and through. They swear it. 

Mist is the anomaly. 

Zephyr doesn’t know how she gets them to play (and lose) her little games. They’ll swear up and down they hate her dirty talk, her degradation, hate the way she can get their eyes to roll from just a little pinch to their nipples, hate how she makes their brain go fuzzy by simply grinding their cocks together. Somehow, she never fails to break them down to the barest of bones—and suck out the marrow while she’s at it. 

They hate it. You have to believe them. 

“You like being daddy’s little baby, don’t you?” Mist coos at them now, straddling their lap with them bullied straight-backed against the headboard. Tiny hands roaming all over their neck, their chest. Pressing and prodding at all the spots that somehow make them incapable of forming coherent thoughts. 

Zephyr makes some unintelligible protest, a pink blush blooming on their cheeks. 

“I think you do,” Mist answers for them. “You don’t have to pretend for me, hm?” She smooths her thumb across their lips, smirking when they part easily. “There you are, no need for scowling. Daddy’ll make it better.”

Her hands float back down to their tits, puffy and full and begging for attention. Mist had pulled them into her room when she noticed the twin spots on their t-shirt this morning, even through the black fabric. She had licked her fangs, giving them her signature predatory look that meant You’re mine.

Mist tweaks one of their nipples, sighing happily when a drop of fluid leaks out and drips onto their pants. She pinches the other, wringing a drop out of that one too. 

“Takes nothing to get you to leak, does it, little bird?” The water ghoulette cups their swollen chest with both hands, framing pert nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers. Squeezing against the build up of pressure just so, just until that sweet milk flows out and dribbles over her hands. 

“Mist,” Zephyr groans, wringing their hands into the sheets. “Lucifer, oh.”

She echoes their noise with an empathetic, slightly exaggerated one of her own. “So wet, baby. Just like a water ghoul,” she tuts. 

Their cock kicks in their pants traitorously. They try to shake their head, deny it somehow. But it’s futile under Mist’s nimble hands and her wicked tongue. 

“You are though, look at that.” She holds up a hand in front of their nose, wet with streaks of milk. Zephyr whimpers—curse the Dark One below, they fucking whimper—head lolling backwards like it’s just too heavy for their shoulders. A sure sign of their imminent defeat once again. 

Mist knows it too. Always knows when they reach the delicious point of no return. She surges forward, melting her body against theirs, looming over them with a gaze so piercing it could cut glass. Hungry. She rubs her nose along Zephyr’s, slow and teasing. Relishing in the fact she’s about to take away the last shreds of their control. 

“Want a taste, little bird?” she whispers, holding their chin and slipping her thumb between their lips. 

The roll of her hips that follows and the taste of themselves on their tongue is just the beginning of their demise. 

[ayyy-pee]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2: 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: A journey through time and all the inevitable changes.

Chapter Warnings: Profanity and stupid ass M*hito, this is a long chapter!

WC: 7.4k

Choso Art By: NC9__

**While not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

Choso is so bossy.

It’s all you can think as you watch from your spot in the sand with the little pink haired toddler sleeping on you. Just up ahead, Choso gives orders to his brothers on how to build a sandcastle. It’s failed too many times for you to count by now, but Choso won’t take any advice no matter how hard you try. Just thinking about your earlier attempts makes you annoyed.

“I’m older than you, you know? You have to listen to me!” He stomps, pouting when you argued that his methods weren’t going to be successful.

“Only by a year!”

“Still! I’m twelve now and that’s practically a teenager so you have to listen.”

“Twelve, but you still act like a baby,” you mutter under your breath.

“What?” Choso narrows his eyes at you.

“Nothing, nothing,” you deny, smiling as the child crawls into your lap and lays down. He pops a yellow pacifier into his mouth and closes his eyes.

“Exactly!” Choso grumbles. “Just stay over there with Yuuji and don’t get in the water! Don’t wanna have to save you again.”

“That was like two years ago!”

He ignores you, marching over to his brothers to delegate tasks again.

You’ve known Choso and his brothers for two years now and you can confidently call them your best friends. You’ve got your own relationship with each, though you’re the closest to Choso. Eso and Kechizu are closest with each other, while Choso and you are usually always together. Yuuji is the youngest, almost 2 years old now. Choso tends to dote on him and Yuji loves it. 

It’s very cute to watch Choso pinch his baby brother's cheeks, show him how to walk and try to teach him new things. It’s only you at home with your parents, so you’re almost envious of all the time he gets to spend with his siblings and how much love they share between each other.

You only get to see these four during the summers when your family comes down for your annual beach vacations. The Kamo family owns a home in the small beach town just as your family does. You’ve never met their parents, they’re so elusive and mysterious to you. But apparently your parents have spoken to their father who didn’t seem to mind if they spent the entire day and even slept overnight at your house, so your summers were always full of adventures together.

Mornings with a full table, a mess of pancakes and fruits and sausage and juice scattered across everyone’s plates. Your parents never complained about the boys. They always welcomed them when soft knocks rapped against your front door and they stood there, bags slung over Choso’s shoulders. 

Your mother would set up the air mattresses and blankets downstairs for them and she’d even let you stay up late with them, though you spent a large majority of the time huddled between Eso and Kechizu while Choso told ghost stories, Yuji curled up asleep next to him.

When the younger brothers were asleep, you’d force Choso to walk you to your room upstairs because you were too afraid to go alone.

“You’re such a chicken,” Choso would tease, giggling in front of you as you clung to his shirt behind him.

“Am not, stupid! I just don’t wanna go back alone!” Your hands tremble as they grip onto Choso’s fabric.

“Because you’re scaredddd,” Choso sings quietly. Your parents' room is just up ahead and Choso is always respectful. He wouldn’t want to wake them and make them upset.

“Shh!” You shush him as you both pass your parents room. “Gosh, you’re really annoying.”Choso stops in his path, a small squeak escaping you when you abruptly bump into his back.

“Okay, since I’m so annoying, you can go to your room by yourself. Hope the scaaaaary, gooey monsterrrr doesn’t come to swallow you up!” He huffs, turning to stare down at you, and you hate so much that he seems to be growing taller and taller every time you see him. The glow from the moon beams through the hallway lights and casts a shadow over Choso’s face, making the tired bags under his eyes even darker and giving him a creepy, haunting appearance. His pigtails stand up like terrifying claws and you find yourself trembling.

Choso moves to step around you and you grab his arm with both hands, eyes wide as you shake your head frantically. “Okay! Okay, okay. I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for?”

“Sorryforcallingyouannoying,” the words fall from your lips quickly, so jumbled you’re sure Choso could hardly make it out. Usually he would make you say it “the right way”, but tonight, he seems to be taking pity on you, his eyes locked on where your hands hold his arm tightly. The light of the moon is bright enough for you to see a peculiar shade of pink spread from the tips of Choso’s ears all the way down to his cheeks and then he’s spinning on his heel, leaving you to scramble after him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, because his teasing usually lasted longer than that. Also…why was his face turning red?

“Yeah, I’m tired. Ready to go to bed, so hurry up,” he whispers harshly and you will yourself to move faster, clinging onto his shirt once again so you can keep up.

When you reach your room, you hurriedly turn on the lamp on your nightstand before turning back to Choso. He stands in your doorway, arms crossed as he watches you quietly. The pink on his cheeks has subsided, his pale skin now clear to see. He watches you climb into your bed and slip beneath your blanket, peeking out from underneath and Choso rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as monsters, you know?”

“I know. I’m just…” you sigh from beneath your covers. “What if they are real?” You whisper conspiratorially. 

“They’re not.” You hear Choso shift, hear his feet shuffling closer and closer until the edge of your blanket lifts. His dark eyes stare into yours, that faint pink color back on his cheeks. “But if they were, I’d beat them up if they tried anything.”

You nod and Choso smiles, setting the blanket back down over you. You can’t see him anymore, but you can hear him leaving.

“Thank you, Choso,” you call out quietly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

And then he’s closing your bedroom door, the soft sound of his steps moving further and further down the hall lulling you to sleep. You’re thankful to have a friend like Choso, even if he is annoying and always teasing you until you’re on the verge of tears. He drives you crazy, but he looks out for you, he protects you. 

The thought soothes you enough to let sleep carry you to your dreams.

And it’s always like this with you and Choso; your protector. He helps you climb the rocks on the cliffs when you, Kechizu and Eso go exploring. He moves the lizards out of the way when you scream out of fear. He makes sure to pack extra water in the heat not only for his brothers, but for you as well.

Days spent at the beach consist, of course, of you lounging beneath an umbrella, not allowed to go to the shoreline unless one of the brothers is with you. That’s Choso’s rule for you going to the beach with them. It’s for your own protection, according to him and you don’t argue. You sort of grow to like hanging out with Yuji and watching the other boys do stupid things like wrestle in the sand.

Besides, you never feel left out. Choso always includes you in one way or another; deciding what type of sandcastle they should build, choosing what they have for lunch, picking who won the wrestling match. He never lets you feel excluded.

The way your family cares for Choso and his family, Choso makes sure to care for you.

- - - - - -

You vividly remember the day the town’s new ice cream parlor, Panda’s, opened on the pier. Now fourteen, almost fifteen years old, you stand outside on the pier waiting in line with Choso and a young Yuji. It’s so hot. It’s almost unbearable the way your clothes stick to your body with sweat. The sun is beating down on everyone in line and you’re desperate to get into the cool air of the ice cream shop. 

Your parents had given you and the boys money to get a sweet treat and to see the town’s newest attraction. You were to come right back with Yuji, your parents not wanting you out in this scorching weather, but not before your mother slathered Yuji in the strongest sunscreen she could get her hands on. Over the last couple years, your mother has become rather attached to the boys, but Yuji in particular. She absolutely spoils him.

Yuji’s hand grips yours tightly even through this searing heat, swinging your arms together as the line inches closer to the door. Peering up at you, Yuji calls your name.

“Can we get sprinkles, please?” He asks quietly, and you can’t help the grin on your face listening to Yuji talk. He’s still struggling to say his R’s. They sound like W’s and it’s adorable.

“Of course, Yuji! We can get sprinkles on your ice cream. Whatever you want.”

“Hey!” Choso pouts next to you both. “I’m your older brother, you should be asking me if we can get sprinkles.”

You roll your eyes at the grown baby next to you. Fifteen going on sixteen and Choso is as moody as ever these days. You’re surprised he actually agreed to go get ice cream with you. Lately, he’s been spending more time with some boys he met at the beach last summer who now vacation in town regularly. Suddenly he’s “too cool” to be seen with you or Yuji so you’ve never met his new friends. But they’re busy right now, so he’s tagging along with you and Yuji because Eso and Kechizu are away at summer camp at the moment. Of course they had to go together. Those two are practically attached at the hip.

“It’s not even that big of a deal, Choso,” you chide. “It was supposed to just be us anyway.”

Choso’s lip curls with irritation, a look that seems to be common from him lately. “I could always leave.” He threatens, motioning behind him with his thumb.

“Bye,” you tell him. Yuji waves to his brother next to you which only makes Choso pout. The line inches forward and you move along, tugging Yuji with you.

“Why’d you come anyway? You’re interrupting my time with Yuji.”

“I’m meeting my friends later and need to kill time. Didn’t wanna sit at home alone either.” He slips his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “Also figured Yuji would like to spend time with his big brother, not some random girl who’s always hanging around.”

“A random girl who’s been around since he was a baby,” you correct him. You kneel down to hug Yuji to you, pressing your cheek against his and pursing your lips in a cute pout. “And you’re just jealous because I’m his favorite out of everyone.”

Yuji grins widely, the gap of his missing front tooth visible for everyone to see and you hear a few passing tourists coo about how cute he is. You stand, smirking at Choso who shoots you a deadpan look, though his cheeks are slowly becoming redder by the second as he stares at you. 

“See?” You stand as the line continues forward and now you, Choso and Yuji are next to go inside.

Choso turns away from you and Yuji, mumbling “whatever” under his breath. You giggle, sticking your tongue out at the back of Choso’s head knowing he can’t see it.

“Hi! Welcome to Panda’s!” A young girl calls out cheerily to you three. She motions for you all to enter and you all groan when you finally get some relief from the battering sun in the cool air of the shop. “The menu is just up front, but feel free to take a look at all the flavors and enjoy!”

You and Yuji stare wide eyed at all of the flavors. Really, how are you supposed to choose just one flavor when the flavors range from basic vanilla to cereal milk to pizza? Okay, you definitely weren’t going to be choosing the pizza flavor, but still! You take in the beautiful interior of the ice cream shop as Yuji and Choso continue to peruse the options.

It’s cute and simple, a pretty shade of turquoise blue walls, black and white checkered floor and some panda decor placed stylishly around. It’s definitely the most modern place on the pier, that’s for sure. And it’s exciting to have a new place to hang out that isn’t your house or the beach during the summer. You could see yourself spending a lot of time here, just hanging out, maybe drawing - a new interest of yours. You’re not particularly good at it, and no one knows you’ve picked up this new hobby, not even Choso. You want to keep this to yourself until you feel more confident with your work, but when you look out the french doors of Panda’s, the view of the beach, the vast expanse of the ocean, it makes you want to sit down in front of everyone right then and there put a pencil to paper. You want to record this memory forever. You could see this view everyday.

“I know what I want!” Yuji chirps behind you, grabbing your attention. He points to the birthday cake flavor and you order with the cashier. Yuji picks his toppings - sprinkles, gummy bears, cookie crumbles and chocolate chips. It looks like a tummy ache waiting to happen and you know Choso will be annoyed about it later, but he doesn’t argue. He lets Yuji get away with anything. 

You spend most of your money on Yuji’s ice cream tower and a water bottle for yourself and Choso for the upcoming hot walk home and then head back out on the pier. The sun is still as unrelenting as it was when you were in line. Yuji happily eats his ice cream as you all take the familiar path back to your vacation home. 

The town is busier than usual today. Families take leisurely strolls with their children, with their pets. They stop to snap pictures with the ocean as their landscape, rush to the small carnival that sits over the sea at the end of the pier, stop at the little local shops that line the pier. It’s exciting to see all the changes happening.

But you can’t help but feel a little sad. Soon, things won’t look the same as they used to. As you grow and change every year, returning a little bit different than the year before, so does the town. Even the people closest to you; Yuji, who’s taller every summer you come back, Choso who is taller, voice a little deeper and maybe just a little meaner. But it all just comes with the change. Over the years, your small beach vacation destination has grown in popularity, bringing in new companies and many new faces. 

One of which is racing towards you and your friends right now.

It’s a boy, probably around Choso’s age with hair down to his shoulders, long and…gray? Is he Choso’s age?

He stops right in front of Choso, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath. He stands with a big inhale through his mouth before he slaps his hands down on Choso’s shoulders.

“Choso! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He exclaims, glancing down at Yuji who gives him a skeptical look behind his melting ice cream.

“Mahito,” Choso breathes, pushing the boy’s arms off of him as Yuji scoots behind you. Mahito, as Choso referred to him, follows Yuji’s path, his eyes slowly traveling up your form until they reach your eyes. It’s only when your gazes lock that you notice he has two different colored eyes; one blue and one brown. You also notice that when your gazes meet, your heartbeat picks up, your cheeks heat and burn hotter than the summer sun, your palms feel sweatier despite Yuji gripping onto your hold and your tongue feels as dry as sandpaper in your mouth.

A slow grin spreads across Mahito’s lips as his attention falls on you. “Who’s this?” He asks, taking a step closer and Yuji inches even closer to you if possible. You return Mahito’s smile, holding your hand out to him as you give him your name. He repeats it back to you, his grin widening.

“Pretty.”

Next to you, Choso watches your interaction with Mahito, his eyes focused hard on the way Mahito holds your hand, the flush of your cheeks and the smile you both wear as you basically just stand there staring at each other. He can’t really put a finger on it, but he doesn’t know if he likes the way you’re looking at his friend. He’s not quite sure if he’s ever seen you look at him that way and for some reason, that bothers him.

“I’ve seen you before, I think,” Mahito tells you. 

He has. He’s seen you around town with your family when he’s with Choso, heard Choso’s brothers ask about you when they see him without you hanging around, he’s even seen your picture in Choso’s home - a group photo of you with Choso and his brothers. Mahito knows you’re his friend. Choso heard him call you “cute” when he saw the photo, a finger pointed at you. It’s just another thing that nags at Choso at the moment. 

Choso knows he hasn’t been spending much time with you this summer. He’s busy, got new interests and new hobbies that he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be interested in. Mahito, though. He’s always down for whatever. He likes keeping your friendships separate because he can enjoy different things with each of you.

And also maybe so he could avoid this happening, whatever it is going on in front of him.

“You should come hang out with us,” Mahito offers after making you laugh annoyingly hard. Choso wants to roll his eyes.

“Ah, I would but I need to get little Yuji back home. It’s way too hot for him to be outside.”

“What about after?”

Choso interrupts before you can speak up. “She can’t.”

Your eyes furrow, a frown on your face. “Thank you, Choso. I can speak for myself, though.”

“I could maybe come back out after. Just have to ask my parents first.” You beam at him and Choso’s heart pounds, not in a good way.

“Well, how about you give me your number?” Mahito asks. “I can call you later to–”

“Don’t you need to go home and shower?” Choso butts in. Mahito looks confused and maybe a bit annoyed.

“No?”

“Yeah, you kinda stink dude,” Choso wrinkles his nose. “Can smell you from here.”

“Choso,” you scold, because he’s being so rude to his friend right now.

“What?” He shrugs. “Anyway, Mahito, we gotta get going man. I’ll call you to hang later.”

Mahito pouts as he steps aside before he smiles again, waving to you. “Nice to meet you! Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Your cheeks warm again as you wave back. “Yeah.”

When you all arrive back at your house, Choso seems to have come out of his sour mood. He’s quiet, but not rude in the way he just was to his friend. Yuji is with your mother getting washed up. He was an absolutely sticky mess when you got home. Choso lounges on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You flop down next to him, shoving his legs away when he lays them in your lap. He tries again and you shove him off.

“Ughhhh, stop! You’re so comfyyy,” he whines, but you’re not in the mood. You want to know what his problem is. You’re tired of the hot and cold.

“What was up with you back there? Why were you so mean to your friend?”

He peeks at you from over his phone, squinting. “Why does it matter?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug.

Choso sits up, hitting you with a scrutinizing stare. He narrows his eyes, like he’s suspicious. “You like him or something?” He asks suddenly and now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes.

“Like him? I just met him!”

“I still saw you giving him googly eyes out on the pier.”

“I was being nice! He’s your friend!”

Choso scoffs, “I barely know him.”

“You know him enough to ditch us for him like…everyday.”

“Okay, I’ll hang out with you guys more then. No need to be jealous,” Choso offers, laying back down on the couch. He’s back on his phone again, putting a metaphorical pin in the conversation. You roll your eyes, leaning over and knocking his phone out of his hand, chuckling when you hear it smack him in the face.

“Ow! You’re so annoying.”

“Shut u–” you’re cut off when a pillow hits you square in the face, Choso laughing as he stands from his spot on the couch and heads towards your kitchen.

Just then your mom wanders down the stairs, watching as Choso leaves the room and smiling softly when she sees you. “You two are so funny together.” She takes Choso’s spot next to you. “How did you like the ice cream place?”

“It was nice, very cute. I might make it my regular spot. It’s got the best view, Mom.”

“Yeah? Let's go back tomorrow, you and me?”

You beam, perking up. “Yes! I’d love that. You’re going to be so amazed when you get inside and see the view of the ocean from there.”

Your mom listens as you gush about your adventure with Choso and Yuji today, telling her all about Panda’s. You tell her about the assortment of flavors, the variety of toppings, the decor, you even let it slip quietly that you’ve been drawing lately. You ask her not to tell anyone because you’re embarrassed, not quite confident in your skills yet, but the view at Panda’s made you want to go sit down and sketch. You talk about your introduction to Mahito and how nice you think he is already, missing the way your mother brow lifts in curiosity, a smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

And on the other side of the wall, Choso listens carefully, drinking in every little detail of what made your day enjoyable with a smile on his face...until he hears his friend's name fall from your lips.

- - - - - -

You stand behind the counter of Panda’s peering out at the ocean just outside the door. You’re sixteen now and have spent the summer working at your new job. You’ve been busier than normal all summer with work so you haven’t gotten to spend much time with the brothers. You only see them on your days off when you don’t have plans with your friends.

Your coworker, Yuki, is a wildcard you met earlier in the summer. She’s tall, blonde, stunning and one of the best people you know. There’s a sweet balance between you and your new friend. She’s rash, impulsive, adventurous and you tend to be a bit of a homebody, though you don’t mind occasional chaos. Yuki pulls you out of your shell, taking you to all the best bonfires and parties. She’s a good friend to you.

“GODDDDDDDDDD, it’s so fucking dead today! I wanna leave,” Yuki whines as she throws herself onto the counter dramatically. You giggle on the other end of the ice cream counter, shaking your head.

“Why don’t you, then? I can handle the rest of the afternoon.”

Yuki perks up, standing tall. “Really?! Are you sure?”

You nod. “Yuki, we haven’t had a customer in hours. Get out of here.”

Yuki squeals, jumping up and down and clapping her hands before she flies to the other side of the counter and wraps you up in a strong hug. “I love you, thank you! I can go on this date tonight now! I owe you!”

She taps the screen on the computer, punching her employee number and clocking out. Without another word, she bolts out the door.

You shake your head, leaning over to grab your bag from beneath the counter. You’re about to grab your sketchbook when you hear the motion sensor ding loudly. It’s probably Yuki grabbing something she forgot. You stand back up, immediately met with a bright smile and flowing silver hair framing a very pretty face. Heterochromatic eyes shine as they take in the surprised look on your face.

The motion sensor goes off again and from your peripheral, you can see a dark form coming in. You’re so familiar with the presence, you don’t even bother pulling your gaze away from the person before you.

A deep chuckle fills the space between you before they speak. “Hey, beautiful.”

You smirk. “Hi, Mahito.”

Behind him, a large form approaches, leaning onto the display glass when they finally reach their friend. You’d normally scold them for it, but you’re too busy having a staredown with the gray haired guy in front of you.

“Mahito,” a rich, deep voice cuts in and Mahito finally looks away. Your smirk widens, mentally celebrating your victory. “Stop bothering her while she’s working.”

You finally peer over, finding Choso towering over you and even Mahito. He’s always been taller than you, but over the last summer, he had one hell of a growth spurt. He’s almost eighteen now and he’s changed so much since you saw him. You got quite the shock when you texted him inviting him and his brothers over for dinner on your first night in town and an absolute juggernaut showed up on your front step. 

His face had changed tremendously; a jawline so sharp you could cut yourself on it, eyes so tired they now house deep purple bags. He looks so much older, so…handsome? The sudden thought of Choso being handsome of all things shocks you. You were even more shocked when he spoke and his voice that was at least three octaves higher the last you saw him, rumbled straight through to your chest.

You’re used to it now, it’s always easy to fall back into where your friendship left off with the brothers. Though the sleepovers have now stopped, the boys still spend a lot of free time at your house when they’re not busy.

Choso stops by your job from time to time, but it’s always just him. Occasionally he’ll bring Yuji and sometimes Kechizu or Eso will stop by. This is the first time you’ve had Mahito in, who you actually had only seen a few times since meeting him a couple years ago. Even at the parties Yuki takes you to, you almost never bump into Mahito. 

Something tells you Choso has something to do with that.

Your friend moves to Mahito’s side, leaning lazily against the counter, eyes locked on Mahito who leans forward on his elbows, closing even more of the gap between you two. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yep,” you nod. “Been here all summer. I’m surprised you haven’t been by. Not much of an ice cream fan?”

Mahito shakes his head, his intense stare back on you. “Not really…but I could become one.”

You giggle. Mahito is always so flirty every time you see him. Next to Mahito, Choso rolls his eyes.

“Gross.”

You ignore his comment, looking away from Mahito to focus on Choso. “What brings you in?”

Choso glances at you, his expression bored as always. “I was just coming to see you before I headed home. Ran into Mahito on the way.”

“Yeah!” Mahito is pouting now, bottom lip protruding cutely. “He really tried to get me to go home, leave him alone.” He’s grinning again and you feel like you have whiplash with how his moods switch so quickly. “I see why he tried to get rid of me now. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Can’t say I blame him.”

Choso clears his throat awkwardly, crossing his arms. “That’s not it. Just thought you’d be bored, but didn’t want a whole gang of people hanging around in case you were busy.”

You nod, because his reasoning makes sense, you suppose. “Well, doesn’t matter. I’m glad you guys stopped by.”

Mahito’s fingers drum against the countertop as he hums, smiling. “Me too. Think I’ll stop by more often.”

You laugh. “Okay!”

“Can I finally get your number?” Mahito laughs, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve only been waiting two years for it.”

You’re giggling, because it’s ridiculous to think he actually counted the days until he could get your number. But Choso’s eyes still dart between his two friends, a deep frown forming on his lips. But he keeps his mouth shut because who is he to keep Mahito from coming around to see you?

Two Weeks Later…

It’s a slow day at work. Your boss let you know before he left that a new person would be starting this afternoon with you. Apparently Yuki sent him a text at three in the morning saying she was leaving on a self discovery journey and would not be returning any time soon, so your boss hurriedly hired someone else who you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Even so, you want to be sure all of the flavors were in order before their arrival. 

The motion detector dings loudly just as you emerge from the back of the store with a new tub of matcha flavored ice cream. You open your mouth to give your usual customer service greeting until you see it’s just Choso.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He nods in greeting, casually walking behind the counter and standing before you. Your brows raise in suspicion. “What are you doing?”

The corner of Choso’s lips lift with a smirk. “I work here now.”

Your brows pinch together. “...why?”

Choso only shrugs, staring down at you and you cross your arms, waiting for an actual answer. He rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I got bored of being at the beach all the time. You made this place look chill. Every time I’m in here, you’re just hanging out, so I figured I'd make some money, too.” 

You stare at each other for a few seconds longer, Choso holding your gaze before he smiles. And for some reason, your stomach twists strangely at the sight, your cheeks warm immediately. You shake your head, ridding yourself of the feeling and decide you don’t care enough to dig any deeper into it. You’ve been too busy working this summer to spend too much time with Choso and his brothers. At least this way, you’ll be able to hang out with Choso and have fun.

As for Mahito, you saw him once after Choso was hired at Panda’s. He never came back to the shop again, avidly avoiding you after. Choso doesn’t even see him anymore. You’re not sure you’ll ever know why.

- - - - - - 

The next couple summers were spent with Choso working at Panda’s. You’re saving for college – art school! You’ve already been accepted into your dream college and now you’re just piling up money for your supplies. Choso? Who knows why he comes back to this job every summer?

Your days off were spent lazily at the beach, meeting up locals after sneaking out of your respective homes and attending whichever secret bonfire was happening that night. The parties were absolute ragers; full of weed, kegs, liquor, whatever was your thing, the bonfires had them. You and Choso stuck with sneaking nasty beers and pretending you liked them to blend in with the adults crowd. Neither of you wanted to be the teenager caught at one of the bonfires. 

You remember your first bonfire with Choso. At seventeen years old, you wanted so badly to pull off the appearance of an “adult”, climbing out of your bedroom window with Choso waiting right beneath to catch you. But when Choso caught you in his arms and felt your bare skin against his, he promptly dropped you to the ground in shock.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed in a hushed tone, squinting to see you in the dark. “What is that? A bra?!”

“Huh? No, you idiot! It’s a bikini top and some shorts!” You hissed back. In the darkness, you could see Choso’s pigtails swinging back and forth frantically.

“No. Nuh-uh. Get back in there and put a goddamn shirt on!”

“No! We’re gonna be late!”

Choso practically growls your name. “I swear to god if you don’t go in there and put on a fucking shirt…”

“Oh my god, if you don’t like it, then you can stay home, but I’m going!”

You leave Choso standing in your yard, eyes wide as he turns and watches your form march down the sidewalk. He could go home because he doesn’t like it, but he’s not going to let you go to the bonfire alone! Especially dressed like that. So he jogs after you, walking with you to the bonfire in silence. Even though the tension is thick and you’re both clearly annoyed with each other, Choso stays close the entire night until it’s time to go home. You’re not surprised. Even in his anger, he’s always your protector.

You’re very aware of his presence even when you can’t see him. And it does something to you; an odd twist in your gut, a rapid pound of the heart, clammy hands around your disgusting beer.

When he takes you home, he says nothing. Simply places his hands on your hips - and your heart leaps - before he hoists you up with a “goodnight”. Then he’s gone and you’re in your room feeling like you’re about to combust for some reason.

- - - - - - 

The following summer, you and Choso are sitting on the beach together watching the sun set. You’ve closed Panda’s for the night after a long and slow day. The sounds of the waves crashing, the water rolling over your toes on the shortline, it relaxes you. But it also makes you sad because this is your last night at the beach for who knows how long. You’re eighteen now and you’ve just graduated from high school and will be leaving tomorrow to go back home for the week before you set off on the journey that is college. Choso will leave for college, too, but some time next month, so he has time to make arrangements for his brothers. You’re proud of him.

It’s been a somber day for you, Choso and his brothers. They’ve already stopped by to say their goodbyes and wish you well. You hope to see them soon, you even promise to come back next summer to visit. But if you can’t make it, you all follow each other on social media. You’ll all be able to keep in touch.

Saying goodbye to Yuji is the hardest part, because you’ve quite literally watched him grow before your eyes. He hugged you tight, sobbing hard into your shirt and you let your tears fall freely for them all. You’ll miss them all dearly, but you know it won’t be the last you see each other. One day, you’ll all be together again on this very same beach.

After the younger brothers left, you and Choso decided one last time at the beach was much needed, reminiscing about all of the years you’ve spent in this very spot, in these very waters that brought you together in the first place. 

“Remember how I saved your dumbass from dying?” Choso voices, idly running his hands through the cool grains of sand. The sun has almost disappeared, tagging out for the night so the moon can take its place. 

You snort, gaze stuck on where the last bit of sun remains. “I remember that dumb missing tooth in the front of your mouth.” You tease and Choso tosses a bit of sand at you. You turn your face away quickly because after all this time together, you know him well. He’s predictable. “But hey, if my dumbass hadn’t almost died, you would’ve never been lucky enough to meet me.”

To this, Choso hums, looking out into the distance as the sun's last bit of rays vanish, the chill of the ocean air setting in. "I guess something good came out of it." He says, and it makes your stomach twist in a way that you’ve noticed has been happening more and more often when you’re around Choso lately. 

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye and drink in the sight of him before you’re gone for another year, maybe longer. Choso has truly grown into himself; a stunningly handsome face that’s filled out over the years. He’s got a strong jawline, full pink lips, long lashes and silk black hair that he’s let down to frame his face beautifully. And as you memorize the sight, the wind picking up to whip Choso’s beautiful hair around his face, your heart begins to pound wildly against your ribcage. 

Young teenage you would’ve never picked up on the reason for this, but eighteen year old you who had gone on a date or two that resulted in nothing knows. 

You think you like him. You like Choso. In more than a “we’ve been best friends all our lives” sort of way. You think. Maybe? It’s all confusing right now. Maybe it’s the sadness you’re feeling that’s making you feel this way.

‘Or maybe you actually like Choso.’ A little voice in your head sings.

And because luck is not on your side, Choso notices your staring, his head tilting to the side as he looks at you curiously and asks, “what?” 

You shake your head, muttering a quick “Nothing.”

But because you’ve been best friends all your lives, Choso doesn’t buy it. “Don’t do that.” He scolds you gently. “You’re leaving tomorrow. You have to tell me what’s on your mind.” 

You inhale sharply, gathering your courage. “It’s nothing, really. I was just looking at you and…you just…look so different now. All grown up. That’s all.”

Choso nods, chuckling to himself. “Ah, is that good or bad?”

“Good.” You confirm instantly. “You’re cute.”

His head snaps over to you, eyes wide, face rapidly turning redder by the second. And then he’s chuckling again, nervously, but chuckling. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” And you are! You wouldn’t lie to him about that. “You’re really good looking now. All of the girls at university will love you.”

The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. But it’s true. Choso is a sweetheart. He’s kind, he’s handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

But apparently, he doesn’t feel the same because he makes a face of disgust for a brief second before his eyes lock on you.

“You’ve changed a lot, too, you know,” he utters quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear over the soft roar of the waves. The water is creeping up, the tides moving, dancing as the moon rises. “You’re pretty, smart, funny. Caring, too. All the guys at school are gonna be all over you.”

Now it’s your turn to make a face.

“I’m scared, you know?” You admit as Choso’s chocolate eyes bore into yours. “School aside, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anyone.”

“That’s a relief,” Choso blurts, eyes widening when he realizes what he’s said. “I just mean…because I’ve also never kissed anyone! I just meant it’s a relief you’re still a loser like me who’s never been kissed.”

You want to laugh, because it almost seems unbelievable that someone who looks like Choso has never been kissed, but you know Choso better than anyone. He wouldn’t lie to you about something like that. The laugh is caught in your throat anyway as you watch Choso stumble over his words in silence. When he finally stops talking, you’re just watching each other, the cold breeze rushing against your faces and you don’t even care that the tide has almost risen to the point it splashes over your feet as you sit. You’ll need to move soon or the tide will wash you both away.

Choso’s eyes stay glued to yours, his red cheeks glowing in the darkness and then he speaks.

“We could…you know…we could practice…with each other, I mean.” You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows when you shoot him a questioning look. “A kiss,” he clarifies so softly you almost miss it. “Just a quick one. To see what it’s like.”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to widen to the size of saucers, cheeks igniting with heat and your stomach twisting so hard it almost hurts. A kiss? Kissing Choso? Choso, who you’ve known almost your whole life? Choso who you just discovered five minutes ago you may have a crush on?

What if this changes things for you both? What if you’re a bad kisser and he never wants to talk to you again? What if he’s a bad kisser and you never want to talk to him again?

You won’t know unless you try.

So you nod, swallowing past the lump in your throat and Choso nods back, swallowing his.

“Yeah?” He asks, just to be sure.

“Yeah.” You nod again, absentmindedly licking your lips and Choso’s eyes dart down to the movement and then snap back up to your eyes. His lips are parted as he scoots closer until your thighs are touching. You bring a hand up, laying it flat against Choso’s chest as Choso brings his hand up to cup your cheek. The touch is intimate, more intimate than either of you have ever gotten with each other. It’s new, exhilarating, scary. 

Choso must see you’re feeling all of these things, your chest rising and falling rapidly because he calls your name, presses his forehead to yours and tells you the words you need to hear right now. “I’ve got you.”

Your protector.

And like magnets drawn to each other, you both close the gap at the same time, lips touching softly as you share your first kiss with each other. There’s no slotting the lips together, no tongue involved, no deepening of the kiss. It’s simply…feeling each other until Choso pulls back slightly and whispers, “Just one more”, and his lips are back on yours, again and again and again. 

Your heart is about ready to rip from your chest cavity, your hand now fisting Choso’s shirt as hard as it possibly can as the moon illuminates this moment, this memory in time. Who knows when you’ll next see each other? Things may never be the same once you’re both gone, but this moment here and now will always remain.

Choso walks you back home, neither of you bringing up what just happened. The silence is comfortable, no need to fill the space with unnecessary words. Choso hugs you for a long time on your porch, and you hold him back, almost unwilling to let go. You’re so scared of what the future holds for you, for him, for his brothers, for all of you. You wish you could rewind time back to the day you almost drowned, just so you could start all over again and have more time with them, with Choso. 

That night, you lie awake, the tips of your fingers pressed against your lips as you think about the kiss. You’ll never forget tonight, you’ll never forget all of these summers. You’ll never forget Choso. College awaits, a new life is just up ahead, but you’ll keep in touch, you promised each other as much. 

You’ll work hard in school so that you can come back here next summer. So you can come back to the beach, come back to Choso.

[prodshima]

love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

—

“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

-

“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.