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Chapter 7 of The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars is here! 🌶️

It starts getting spicy and earns its Explicit rating in this chapter. MINORS should not interact! 👀

Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Chapter features body worship, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus

Again, minors, do not interact! 🌶️

The full chapter is available below the cut, along with the AO3 link. Feedback would be greatly appreciated, as I am new to writing smut!

Chapter 7: Leave It to Me

Kate surveys her appearance in the bathroom mirror, having left Sebastian in the living room on the loveseat. She splashes a little water on her face and pinches her cheeks, in an attempt to appear lively, even though she has been up for almost 24 hours now. She brushes her long golden hair, which has gone just a bit frizzy and gotten tangled over the course of the night, and dabs perfume on her pulse points. Merlin. The most attractive man I’ve ever beheld is waiting out there for me, like a belated birthday present.

As she finally meanders back to the living room, Sebastian seems to be looking around in amazement, taking everything in. The room is tiny, reflecting the small size of the cottage. A fireplace crackles, close to the front door. He relaxes comfortably on the small brown couch, his legs spread out behind a wooden coffee table. Plants are scattered throughout the room, hanging from the ceiling and sitting in pots of various sizes. An open doorway next to an empty wall leads into the kitchen, and Kate herself wanders in from the other direction - a small hallway that leads to the rest of the cottage.

“Kate, your cottage - it’s so cozy and welcoming. I love it,” Sebastian tells her genuinely. “It’s charming. This might sound stupid, but it feels like a real home.”

His eyes roam over all of the plants, and he feels a surge of warmth as Kate sits directly next to him on the loveseat. Then, he looks directly at her, leaning over to get even closer. “What is your favorite plant?” he asks softly with a smile.

“In this room or in general?” Kate pauses, and when he simply nods, she chuckles and speaks enthusiastically. “Well, in this room, I suppose I would say my Christmas cactus. I just love that it blooms in the winter! It’s so cold and dreary, but the cactus flowers bring color - a bright pink - to the dead world. Despite everything, it thrives.”

Sebastian listens attentively and notices her excitement as she describes the plant she loves. Her explanation was adorable. “It is a nice one, even when it’s just green. I’ve never seen a Christmas cactus bloom. I will take your word for it that it is beautiful.” He looks in her eyes still as he encourages her to tell more. “What about your favorite plant in general?”

“Sunflowers,” she answers without hesitation. “I have always loved sunflowers. Well, any flowers, really. Anything colorful and pretty and fragrant.”

Taking her hand in his, he replies softly and romantically, “Kate, you’re like the flowers. You bring color and life anywhere you go.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, her heartbeat quickens. “That’s very sweet of you to say.” She blushes, her cheeks turning pink. “I love plants. My father taught me how to garden, how to tend to them all. He owns a business based around, well… tending to rich people’s gardens.” She quietly laughs, then asks, “Do you have a favorite plant or flower in general, Sebastian?”

“I’m a simple man,” he replied with a small grin, his arm brushing against hers. “You can call me boring, but I like roses. They’re classic and elegant. You can’t go wrong with roses.” Sebastian figured this would be an answer she would appreciate.

“Roses - interesting. They’re so delicate and require precise care. Their fragrance is one of my favorites and part of my perfume,” Kate notes. “You know, I actually thought that you might say something like a cedar or pine or some kind of fir tree. I hope it isn’t weird to say, but I noticed that scent on you earlier.”

“Did you, now?” Sebastian smirks. He pauses, thinking about something. “I like trees, yes, and roses, but most of all, I like flowers that have meaning to them.” There was a deep sincerity in his voice that made it hard to look away from him. “I can see a sunflower being that flower for you.”

Kate contemplates what he said. It was rare to find a man who knew anything like that. “Do you… actually know a lot about the meaning of flowers? What makes you think the sunflower is symbolic for me?” Her curiosity is piqued, wanting to know his reasoning.

Sebastian moved his arm around Kate’s shoulders and leaned a little bit further into her space. “Sunflowers… They symbolize cheerfulness and joy. They represent the warmth of the sun. And that’s what you bring to the room. Sunshine.”

As soon as he says the word sunshine, a look of wonder appears on her face. “Did you just say sunshine? That was my nickname growing up…”

He felt something stir inside of him; it felt as though lacewing flies were lighting up and fluttering around his stomach. He didn’t know what to think or say. It was as if the gods were watching down on them and their chance meeting. “Sunshine? It’s your nickname?” he asks in a hushed tone.

“Yes. It’s a strange coincidence you said that, Sebastian…” Kate trails off, her eyes not leaving his. “One of my grandmothers gave me that nickname when I was very little, and it stuck. She said that when I was a toddler, I was always running around, smiling and giggling. I was a happy little girl, spreading joy everywhere I went. I also had very light blonde hair, just like the sun.”

Sebastian nodded appreciatively. “It’s still true. You have an energy to you - warmth and cheerfulness.” Her bright smile, her contagious laughter - he felt it all. She was just like a ray of sunshine. “Can I call you Sunshine?”

Kate’s cheeks turn pink again. “Um, sure… that’s fine.” She shyly plays with her hair.

“Shall I tell you my nickname as a child?” he asks.

“Absolutely! Please do.”

He chuckles. “Prince. I was always pampered by my parents when they were still living. I was spoiled. My mother always called me her little prince, and Anne was called her little princess. The little twin rulers.”

Kate bursts out laughing. “Seriously? That’s adorable. You must have been an incredibly sweet and spoiled boy, then. Or a little brat!” She giggles. She isn’t sure if she should ask about his parents and their passing right now. It seems like the wrong time, so she tucks it away. It’s too heavy. Later.

Sebastian could not help but laugh with her - it was infectious. “Yeah, I was kind of a handful. What about you? Is Sunshine your only nickname?” He asked sincerely.

“Well, that was the main one. But my parents also happened to call me Princess, believe it or not. They spoiled me rotten. I pretty much always got whatever I wanted and was always ordering people around - even adults.” She stops to try to remember any other nicknames. “I can’t think of more at the moment. But I love that you were called Prince and that I was called Princess.” Suddenly a thought strikes her, a huge smile crossing her face. “Perhaps since my other nickname is Sunshine, maybe I’m the princess of the sun. You can be the prince of the moon and rule over night and darkness.” She chuckles, enjoying the idea.

“I like the sound of that. The prince of the moon and princess of the sun. It suits us both.”

“You know, I’d like to know so much more about the moon prince.” Kate gives Sebastian a sweet look. “I happen to find him handsome and romantic and intriguing…”

Did she just call me handsome? She’s adorable. He felt the need to make a witty comment back, but his brain was short-circuiting in pure bliss. “Intriguing? Why do you find me intriguing?”

Kate doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, she searches his eyes. “There’s an aura about you - you’re secretive, I think. I feel like I am compelled to uncover the mystery and… maybe solve it? I don’t know, maybe that’s just cheesy.” She blushes. “I guess what I’m actually trying to say is… I like you, Sebastian. There’s something about you that pulls me in.”

“I like you, too, Princess,” he replied without hesitation. “And it’s not cheesy. I understand what you mean.”

Sebastian thought about the aura that Kate said surrounded him. It was true. He tried to remain a mystery to most people. He had so many secrets. Ones that would probably scare Kate. He liked her very much, but he didn’t want to hide - couldn’t hide - who he really was forever. She would eventually have to know. But if he said anything now, he might not get any further. He once again decides to keep his lips sealed tight. “Well, I will allow you to uncover and solve any mystery of mine. I’ll only give you clues, though. It would be no fun giving you my entire life story right off the bat,” he teased.

“Oh, so you’re going to make me work for it?” Kate asks playfully. “What might make you share your secrets with me? How shall I find any clues?”

Sebastian smirked. “If I told you all of my secrets right now, we wouldn’t have much to talk about in the future, would we? But… maybe if you tell me a secret of yours, I will tell you something, too.”

“A fair trade,” Kate replies, pondering what to share. It’s difficult to concentrate, being so close to him. Flirtatiously, she whispers in his ear, “What if I told you that I am dying to kiss you right now?”

The lacewing flies pick up again. He wants to do it. He wants to kiss her right now. He couldn’t stop a grin from flashing across his face. He leaned in even closer yet, his heart pounding and excitement pumping through his veins. “Then, I would tell you that I want that, too.”

“A shared secret,” she murmurs suggestively, her eyes on his lips.

Sebastian’s mind was already made up. Without any further estimations, he leaned in and went for it. His eyes fluttered shut, and he slowly brought his lips to hers, enjoying every second of the sweet and romantic moment.

“I don’t ever want to stop,” he whispered, his voice gravelly, when they pulled apart. His breathing was heavy; his heart kept beating wildly.

“Is that another secret?” Kate asks in a quiet voice. “Because that’s one of my secrets, too…”

She leans back in and kisses him again, deeper and longer and more tender this time. As Kate throws her arms around him, he locks his arms around her waist and continues to kiss her. All he wants is to hold her and kiss her, for the moment to never end, but he was still a little afraid that if he kept going that she might think he was moving too fast. “Princess…” he whispered, his voice soft. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? With me?” His fingers grazed her back.

“Yes,” she replies. “I wouldn’t have brought you home otherwise, Sebastian.” Kate pauses, now worried that she is coming off too strong.

Sebastian felt her soft and delicate touch on his back. He thought he might go crazy, his mind racing with emotions. “Do you want to… go further?” He brushed his fingertips over her back as well.

Kate takes a deep breath, then eventually nods. “Only if you do.” She looks into his eyes and kisses his hand softly, then puts it back around her waist.

Sebastian bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. He pulled her closer, giving her another small kiss. He was starting to feel more comfortable with Kate in his arms. Asking for permission, he softly asks, “Can I…?” but his voice trails off.

“You don’t need to ask,” Kate whispers in his ear. “I only ask that you listen if I say no. And I really doubt I am going to say no to you. I’m not sure I could,” she admits. “There’s something about us. I need to see if it’s… real. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“I feel it, too,” he replies, taking a deep breath. “I want to see if it’s real as well.”

Sebastian slowly leans in for another kiss, a much deeper one. Kate completely surrenders to his lips, meeting them over and over again. She presses a hand to his chest and curls another around the back of his neck. Her body feels so awake right now. Every sensation sends electricity coursing through her veins.

What started as a flicker is now a roaring fire in Sebastian’s body. He cannot help himself, the flames so wild that they could not be contained by the strongest magic. His lips are pressing against hers bruisingly, his fingers weaving through her hair. His tongue tries to find hers as the kiss becomes more intense. He is ready to take her to the ground if she asks him to.

Sebastian finally pulls away and takes a deep breath, needing air. They stared into each other’s eyes. “It is real,” he whispered, smiling softly.

“Gods, it’s real…” Kate replies, catching her breath.

She gives him a seductive look, and then she climbs onto his lap, folding her legs around his on the loveseat. With fiery passion now in her eyes, too, she moves her arms to his back. “Is this okay?” She kisses him.

He smiles as he observes her red, swollen lips. “Of course it is. I couldn’t ask for anything better.” He gives her the same flirty look.

Sebastian starts to trail kisses from her lips to her ear, then down her neck. Kate leans back, breathing heavily, as his lips start moving lower. She gasps as he kisses a sensitive part of her neck over and over, teasing her. Her hands slowly move from his back to his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and finally to his head. She pushes her fingers through his chestnut-colored hair, discovering how thick it is. Sebastian groans in delight.

His hands travel to the front of her dress and begin to unbutton the bodice. Sebastian’s lips work in sync, kissing her the entire time. His mouth then returns to the point where her shoulder and neck meet, hearing her little moan.

Exhaling sharply, she pulls his head back up to her face, pressing her lips to his again. His hands release button after button as they deeply and passionately kiss. Her body temperature is rising to an exorbitant level. She nips at his bottom lip, then slides her tongue over it. He mirrors her actions, moaning and feeling his heart race.

Finally, Sebastian has successfully unbuttoned the entire top half of her dress. He pulls back a little and looks down at Kate before pulling it down slowly, letting the fabric pool at her hips. She trembles as her corset is exposed, her large breasts heaving underneath. She slowly brings her eyes to his. Sebastian’s heart pounds faster and louder as he trails his hands around her body, pulling her closer to him. His frame presses against hers as he looks right into her eyes.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So bloody gorgeous.”

Kate’s breathing is heavy as Sebastian reaches around to the strings of her corset. As he unties the bow and loosens the strings little by little, she begins to kiss his neck as well, leaving little nips at times. She starts to unbutton his vest, and once that is open, she works on his collared shirt. Her mouth explores every new piece of skin she exposes. When her work is complete, he slowly shrugs off his shirt and vest, dropping them on the floor, exposing his toned, strong, and freckled body. His fingers return to her corset as he kisses and lightly bites her neck. Her mouth falls open, little noises dropping out, as she surges upward in delight.

Feeling that her corset is finally loose enough now to take off, Kate raises her arms for him to lift it up and off of her. It is a real pleasure when the awful contraption is off of her body, but she also flushes, turning pink as she feels exposed. Sebastian stares at her breasts for a moment before leaning forward and kissing them with a moan. She cannot help but let out a groan as well when his lips discover a nipple, licking all around it. One of his hands begins to cup and caress her other breast.

“Oh, Sebastian…” Kate whimpers.

He couldn’t contain it any longer. Sebastian gently pushes Kate down, to the point where she was laying on her back on the tiny loveseat with her legs dangling off of it. He hovered over her, feeling powerful, and began to kiss down her body, taking his time and savoring every inch. There was no rush - only pleasure. Only he had the power to make her squirm and whimper like this.

“Sebastian… should we move… somewhere else?” she whispers breathlessly. “This couch - it’s not comfortable. It’s too small…”

Kate is right - the space is too cramped. And this is not where he wants their first time to take place. She deserves better.

“Oh. Um… do you want to go to your room?” he replied, his face flushed.

“Yes,” Kate replies quickly, pushing herself back up.

She kisses him hard in an attempt to keep the sensuous mood going before they move. Kate slowly stands, keeping her mouth on his until she simply cannot anymore. When Sebastian stands, his hands go to the small of her back, untying the bow of her dress and loosening it. Finally, the dress falls to the floor, leaving Kate in only her lacy knickers. She steps out of the dress and gives him a seductive look. Her hands reach forward to run over his chiseled chest and torso. Sebastian leans down to kiss her again. She only pulls away to take him to her bedroom. She grabs his hand and leads him down the short hallway, taking a left into her room.

Once they are in her room, the moment feels even more intimate. Sebastian looked around and noticed more plants, hanging and on the ground. He doesn’t have much time to observe anything, though. He suddenly moans as he feels her hands gliding from his chest to his abs and then lower yet. Kate begins to work on his trousers, unbuttoning them and unzipping his fly. She pulls his slacks down quickly, then appears unsure of what to do next. They are both practically naked, standing before each other, with Kate in just her knickers and Sebastian in just his shorts, though it sure seems like there is something rather large underneath. Kate gulps, understanding his size.

“Sebastian… it’s… um, it’s been a while for me. I just want you to know that before we go any further,” she explains, feeling the need to warn him now that she has seen how big he is. She knows it’s going to hurt a little. She’s out of practice.

“It’s okay. I can be gentle for you,” he whispers, his tone soft and low. His hands moved around her waist and back to her breasts. He smiles gently, and looks down for a moment. “Can I… Can I do something first?” he asks in a raspy voice.

Kate whispers back, “What do you want to do?”

“Can I… Can I taste you?” His face turns slightly red. He feels something far more for Kate than just lust; he wants to be sure she is satisfied as well.

Kate’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops. “I… oh, gods… uh… erm, this is embarrassing.” She pauses, looking away from him. “Alright, I am just going to say it. I hope you don’t look at me any differently. Sebastian, I am pretty experienced, but… no one has ever done that for me before.” Kate blushes. “I don’t know if I’ll like it or not…”

He lets out a small moan at her words, his fingers teasing one of her nipples as the other hand kneads her breast. “That makes me want to do it even more.” He pauses, leaning down to kiss her lips. “I’ll make sure you enjoy your first time with me. I promise.” He winks, putting his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“But… What about you?” Kate asks, searching Sebastian’s eyes. “Don’t you find it… disgusting? My ex-boyfriend never even wanted to try. He said that ladies were just… dirty down there. But I’ve heard that most women really like-” She stops herself from chattering on, closing her eyes in embarrassment when she realizes that he is gazing at her in surprise.

Sebastian takes a few seconds to respond. “I don’t find it disgusting at all. It’s exciting. I want you to experience that pleasure. And I’m sure you will taste delicious.” He caresses her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. He focuses on her with a gentle smile. “I want to make you happy, Kate,” he whispers into her ear.

“You - you do? Truly?” Kate’s eyes widen. “My ex-boyfriend - to be honest, he never really made me feel…” She trails off, biting her lip and looking away. “He just - well, he just cared about himself when we were in bed.” She finally meets Sebastian’s eyes again. “I’m sorry. I know this is stupid. He just… kind of messed things up for me.”

Sebastian kisses her on the forehead, holding her tightly. The feeling of her skin against his is overwhelming and intoxicating. “Kate, you don’t have to apologize. Some guys are just selfish and don’t care about how their girl feels.” He pauses. “You don’t have to worry about me. I care about your needs and your emotions. I’m not just going to use you and ignore your feelings. You deserve to feel good.”

Kate nods, appearing hopeful. “Alright…” She takes a nervous breath. “What should I do, Sebastian? Should I lie down?”

He smiles, kissing her softly on the lips. He runs his hands through her hair, letting out a breath. “Yes, lay down and relax. Just leave it all to me,” he whispers in a soothing voice, trying to calm her nerves as he gently pushes her onto the bed.

As Sebastian lowers Kate’s body, he follows her down the entire way. He captures her lips in his again, and then begins kissing his way down her body, focusing on the most sensitive areas - her neck, her collarbone, each of her breasts, as she moans and whimpers. He sucks on each of her stiff, rosy nipples before journeying on to her belly button and below. His hand softly glides up her thigh. He slips his fingers under the waistband of her lacy pink panties, dragging them slowly down her legs and finally throwing them to the side.

Now, Sebastian clambers off the bed. For a moment, he hungrily takes in the sight of Kate’s entirely nude body. By the gracious and merciful gods, he was somehow granted permission to glimpse and caress and ruin. It’s enough to make him twitch uncomfortably beneath the underpants holding him back.

Sebastian kneels and settles himself on the rug that covers the floor around the bed. He spreads her legs wide and encourages her to scoot her body until, directly in front of his face, lies her sweet cunt. For several moments, he greedily gazes upon his unwrapped present, untouched for so long but now completely and willingly open to him and him alone. She is well-groomed, with only a small, trimmed patch of brown hair leading to her pink, arousal-moistened center, where she wants - no, needs - him the most.

Kate gasps when she suddenly feels the sensation of Sebastian’s hand gliding up her leg all the way to her thick thigh… and then between her thighs. Getting exactly what she craves, Kate moans as he palms her pussy. Then, he causes her entire body to spasm as he uses his index fingers to trace circles around her sensitive nub. She shakes erratically, her legs moving on their own accord, alternating between stretching and folding. Feeling intense pleasure, Kate begins to whine as he takes his time, doing nothing else. It feels so much better when it’s him doing this; satisfying herself when she is lonely and longing for a non-existent lover at night would never be as fulfilling as having a man she adores between her legs. Not even getting inspired, hot and wound up, by the most erotic of texts could compare. Sebastian smiles, increasing the pace while observing each reaction she gifts him, experimenting and learning and memorizing for further study. He begins to touch her clit directly but gently, moving his finger up and down over it, pressing lightly, as she whimpers loudly. Her legs flail; her back arches. He continues to do what she clearly likes, teasing her in all the right places as she makes high-pitched vocalizations of ecstasy.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Sebastian’s voice was slightly raspy. He was clearly having a grand time himself, ready to progress.

“Oh, gods, yes. Sebastian, please don’t stop,” Kate chokes out, her voice needy.

He smirks, then switches hands. He moves one index finger through her wet folds, preparing, while his other hand works at her clit. He finally slips his finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls cautiously accept him. When he is sure she is ready, an additional appendage joins in a moment later. He pumps his long fingers in and out of her - slow at first, just like a little fire gaining momentum. Then, as it turns into a roaring bonfire, she begins to whine uncontrollably as he increases his pace. Then, he curls his fingers inside her body, and she practically explodes, as though someone is using Confringo on her very soul.

“Sebastian! Oh, gods!!!” Kate cries out. Her hands search desperately for something to hold on to and eventually grab onto the quilt, twisting the fabric up in her fists.

He smiles at that, concentrating on her pleasure. She continues to whimper and moan his name in desperation, mewling more and more.

Then, Kate observes that he is changing positions. He removes his slick fingers from her sopping wet cunt and wraps his strong hands around her thighs to make sure her legs are wide open for what will come next. The anticipation causes her to shiver as she feels his breath between her legs.

Sebastian is already turned on, his erection straining against his shorts and dribbling in a liquid plea, but he cannot wait to make Kate reach a breaking point, to see her unravel and give in to the chaos he is thrilled to provide. He wants to make her feel so good that she will never desire any other man but him. With that goal in mind, he starts to slowly kiss and lick her inner thighs, moving his lips and tongue everywhere, worshiping every centimeter of her skin, guided by her moans and cries. He loves hearing her this way - it is so satisfying and maddening at the same time.

Kate does her best to rid herself of her nerves, trying to get out of her head and simply feel, just like he said earlier. Then, Sebastian licks a long, lingering stripe through the center of her folds, causing her to cry out and her eyes to widen. His hands bruisingly hold her legs open as he licks and kisses her wet pussy.

“Oh, my gods…” she whines at the long, slow line his tongue traces, straining against his grip and squirming in delight. Then, he moves to flick his tongue over her clit. Almost instantly, her hips buck and her back arches. She cries out his name.

“You’re so wet, Kate. You taste so good… so sweet…” Sebastian moans out between long tongue swipes over her cunt, lapping up her nectar.

Kate continues to whimper as he gives open-mouthed kisses to her pussy. Her whimpers are replaced with gasps as she feels his tongue at her entrance, pushing in slowly. He moves his tongue in and out, mimicking what his fingers did earlier, noisily drinking in her slick arousal as though it is the secret potion for immortality. Kate throws her head back, moaning his name over and over like a chant to the gods.

He moves his head to the side to take a breath and tell her how bloody beautiful she is like this, all laid out for him. Then, he returns to her cunt and places his lips around her clit, sucking gently.

“Oh, fuck!” Kate cries out, shouting.

Sebastian removes his arm from one of her thighs, plunging his fingers into her depths as his tongue and mouth simultaneously work on her sensitive nub. Kate can’t help it - she begins to writhe about, so many extraordinary feelings invading her body all at once. The sounds she makes are unfamiliar and new even to her as Sebastian brings her to a high she has never achieved before. She is an absolute mess as he sucks and licks and even slurps down there.

Kate’s face is beet red as she shouts out in pleasure, looking down to see only his thick brown hair, his freckled forehead beaded with sweat, his focused dark eyes. “Sebastian - oh, Merlin… I’m so close…”

Spurred on by her admission, Sebastian’s fingers push deeper and harder, moving in tandem with his mouth. He licks tight circles around her clit, then flicks his tongue again. She is completely lost to the most incredible feeling she has ever experienced - it is indescribable. Kate screams his name over and over as her walls contract around him. He continues to fuck her with his fingers even as her pussy tightens, eventually moving more and more slowly as she floats back to earth. She finally begins to settle down from her climax, panting, her breasts heaving.

Kate’s reaction was everything he wanted to hear and feel. Sebastian felt proud that he had made her feel desired and delicious as she was devoured for the very first time. He couldn’t help but grin.

“Was that good for you?” he asked. “Are you feeling good, Kate?”

Sebastian moves himself up to sit on the bed, looking down upon her naked body. He wipes his shining mouth, cheeks, and chin. He then kisses her lips before caressing her thighs softly.

She is dumbfounded, her mind still processing this turn of events. “I - I don’t even know what to say, Sebastian!” Kate starts to laugh, a tingling sensation enveloping her body. “I’ve never felt like that before - never! No one has ever been that good to me before.” She is still trying to catch her breath as he lays down on the bed beside her, turning to look at her face. She does the same, rolling to her side and noticing a wet spot on his shorts, where he is still rock hard and straining to be free of the confines of the thin fabric.

“I’m glad that you are feeling so wonderful,” he beams, now caressing her cheek.

Sebastian’s eyes twinkle as he smiles. He moves his head closer to Kate’s. He placed a finger under her chin so that he could kiss her deeply. In a tender, gentle tone, he says, “We are going to make each other very, very happy, Kate. I can already tell.” Then, with a cheeky grin, he leans in, and with a low voice, adds, “I hope you know we aren’t done yet.”

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Seat 21 - Chapter One

A/N; Welcome to chapter one, y’all! I really hope you like it, ik this is all introductory stuff, but I’m soso passionate about this fic and my ocs in it. Enjoy!!

It surprised me when I got into the prestigious school of UA. Despite the family history, I made it. Though, I think mama was more surprised than I was.

The school map was crisp in my hands, pink highlighter circling my classroom several times over.

Room 1-A. Homeroom teacher; Aizawa Shouta.

Lively noise already came from the closed sliding doors. Bickering and friendly chatter alike.

Lifting up my glasses, I adjust my mask one last time before opening the doors.

Silence.

Eyes on me.

My throat closes, I blink harshly.

Then, back to the noise.

My throat opens back up.

With a quick scan, I spot a few semi-familiar faces.

The pink girl, from exams.

And the electric boy, also from exams.

And, to my extreme relief; Tokoyami Fumikage, who has left the seat next to him empty.

Chastly, I hurry my way up the fourth column of seats; sitting down in the one next to Tokoyami.

Now, I wouldn’t exactly label me and Tokoyami friends. Moreso, close allies.

“Mayumi! We’re glad to see you!” Dark Shadow’s perky, yet distorted voice comes from my left. Turning, I see both of them looking at me.

Thank you. I’m glad to see you both as well. Congratulations. I sign, fingers moving swiftly.

“And congratulations to you as well Hinode. Dark Shadow and I look forward to continue working together.” Tokoyami’s voice has gotten ever so slightly deeper over the break, though it may just be my imagination.

The bickering starts to become louder at the front of the class, drawing everyone’s attention.

The blond boy seems to be aggravating the situation, escalating it far more than it needs to. The one with navy hair isn’t much better, he has blinkers on and keeps pursuing his pointless version of justice. All over his feet on the table.

An unstoppable object meets an immovable force.

“This class is certainly more lively than the years past, is it not?” Tokoyami mumbles, a vague amusement in his tone.

I nod in agreement, unsure of how to feel.

The door slides open; the first person to enter since myself.

Once again, all eyes turn to him; myself no longer exempt. His green hair is unruly, with wide green eyes to match.

His freckled skin and scared expression mirror my own just minutes before.

The navy haired boy’s attention is sharply snatched away from the blond as he storms over to the new boy.

“Hello! I am from Somei Private Academy, my name is-”

“I know! I heard!” The smaller boy puts his hands up in an almost defending position, shying away.

“I’m Midoriya, it’s nice to meet you Iida.” A nervous smile dons his face.

A boy after my own anxious heart. A small smile and a bit of comfort come from finding someone likeminded so quickly.

One of the girls in the class bounds up, excitedly running towards the pair. Her speech is fast, and far softer than Iida’s boistrosity and Midoriya’s anxious yells, so I don’t catch exactly what she says.

But, Midoriya’s heart eyes tell me all I need to know about what he thinks. I barely stifle a laugh.

Tokoyami raises an eyebrow.

They’re cute, no? I sign, silent chuckles shaking my shoulders.

“I would have to agree. Though let’s hope they’re not oblivious.” The bird-headed boy sighs.

A gravelly, but loud voice comes from the hall.

“Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends. This is the hero course.” A long yellow, Thing stands up before unzipping.

A raggedy looking man in all black emerges from what I now recognise as a sleeping bag. This must be our teacher.

“It took you all eight seconds before you were quiet, and time is limited.”

Sluggishly, the man strolls to the front and centre of the classroom.

“I am Aizawa Shouta, and I will be your homeroom teacher here at UA. Today we will be doing a quirk assessment test.”

The first part I expected; there was no way this man was not our teacher.

The second part, not so much.

My quirk is so limited in its safe use, surely Aizawa sensei knows this?

“Meet me outside on the oval asap. In your sports uniform.” Aizawa grumbles.

A panicked rush overtakes the room, everyone scrambling for their bags as well as the nearest changeroom.

Soon enough, we are all outside and changed.

Aizawa sensei explains that the tests will be the same physical tests as middle and elementary school; but with a twist.

We are allowed to use our quirks.

And the person ranking last will be expelled.

The blond boy goes first, showing that his explosivity is in more than his nature as he blasts the softball across the oval with miniature explosions.

Everyone is silent in awe as Aizawa sensei lists of the physical exams.

First, the 50 meter dash.

My quirk will be of no use here, and I’m painfully aware of that.

Again, the boy with the explosion quirk excells, as does the loud boy - Iida? - from this morning.

Myself, not so much.

The pink girl lines herself up next to me, sparing me a smile before the timer starts.

As soon as it does, she takes off - sliding on a strange transparent liquid that secreets itself from her skin.

Not long after, a blond boy shoots past, a bright laser coming from his stomach.

My regular run seems pathetic in comparison.

The side steps, long jump, distance run and ball throw were equally as pathetic.

I was nearly last, only beaten by Midoriya; who looked about as miserable as I felt.

And the only reason I stood a chance against him, was because of the sit up exercise.

Thankfully, my core strength hadn’t failed me; making me the most successful in that task.

Exhausted, I sit beside Tokoyami as our classmates line up for the last exam; the ball throw.

“How did you go?” The raven-headed boy asks non-chalantly.

Don’t expect to see me here tomorrow. I sign.

“That poorly?” He hums, leaning back on outstretched arms.

“You’re always such a cynic, Mayumi.” Dark Shadow whines, curling around Tokoyami’s shoulder.

I wave them both off, turning my attention back to our classmates.

Most have finished, leaving just one.

Midoriya.

From afar, he seems to shrink into himself as sensei speaks; the latter’s hair somehow floating.

A solemn nod, and my heart hurts for my peer.

Right before he launches the softball further into the distance than I could ever imagine.

I can’t control the gasp that leaves me, hands immediately going to cover my mouth - before reaching the familiar cotton.

“That is certainly impressive,” Tokoyami comments, surprise evident in his tone.

“See sensei,” Midoriya’s cry echos over the sports field.

“I can still fight!”

My heart warms for the boy.

Though, it seems not everyone’s does.

The explosive boy launches himself towards Midoriya, sparks flying from his clenched fists. Midoriya and I flinch back almost in sync, before the other boy is stopped.

What I just assumed was a scarf; entangels the blond boy - Aizawa sensei wielding the other end. His hair raises again; and the sparks die in the boy’s hands.

How?

Oh.

O h.

“Enough.” Aizawa snaps, tugging at the material.

The boy falls into the tan dust of the field.

“Don’t make me use my quirk more than necessary; it gives me dry eyes.” Even from several feet away, I see the scarlet glow.

Oh, this is certainly awkward.

Now I’m certain I’ll be the one expelled.

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calithecretin · 1 year

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(Updated as of August 2023)

Hello to whoever’s reading this!

I am a 19 year old female artist, AMV creator, and occasional fanfic writer (she/they). Drawing has always brought me immense comfort and is by far my favorite hobby. I am also queer (pan and demiromantic) and Christian. Any kind of support, from likes to revolve to follows to even just a nice comment, is super welcome!

MAIN INTERESTS: Superjail!, Postal, Clone High, DHMIS, FNAF, Deltarune, NITW, The Big Bang Theory, dinosaurs, cats, horror, the pink panther, rock music, US history from 1890s-1990s

SIDE FANDOMS/INTERESTS: TF2 (don’t play it anymore but I still love the characters),, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Sonic, Smiling Friends, MLP:FIM, Undertale, some animes like MHA

DNI:

-Standard DNI criteria (racist, homophobic, n*zi, MAP, you get the idea)

-Proshippers/comshippers/anti-antis and their supporters🖕

-TERFs

-You regularly watch or enjoy liveleak or snuff films

-Younger than 13

-Fetish and strictly NSFW blogs (18+ blogs are ok)

-Furry haters. This is a big one as the furry community is a safe space for me and I don’t want that kind of hatred on my blog. Please DNI, thanks.

BYF:

-I may occasionally post/reblog artwork with mature themes, such as violence, suggestive content, horror, and (always censored) nudity. For this reason my account is generally rated 16+.

-If you don’t apply to my DNI list feel free to interact with me, just be aware that especially during spring and autumn I am busy with college stuff and may not respond immediately, I promise I’m not ignoring you :)

-Please, only ask for my Discord if you’re 16 or older. No offense, I just don’t feel comfortable with messaging people that young.

-I will NOT talk about NSFW topics with you if you are a minor, if you try to do that you will be blocked. No exceptions.

-l struggle with social cues, especially online. So tone tags are appreciated.

-I also have social anxiety, so I may ask for reassurance or over-apologize, please don’t take it personally.

-I AM NOT INTERESTED IN DRAMA. Please don’t rope me into it unless it’s genuinely important. Thank you.

Finally, OC boundaries since I share them quite a bit.

OK WITH ANY OF MY OCS: Fanart, especially interacting with canon/your characters! I love to see it :) also age-appropriate compliments

OK IF THEY’RE 18+: Compliments like “hot” or “sexy”, mildly suggestive art (please don’t go overboard with any of these)

ASK ME FIRST: Appearances in your fanfiction/comics (they can’t be main characters sorry), anything you’re unsure about

NOT OKAY WITH: Headcanons and self shipping with them, I totally support headcanoning and selfshippers but with my characters it just makes me uncomfy, sorry. Also, NEVER USE MY CHARACTERS FOR NSFW, FETISHES, OR SMUT.

And ofc with all of these credit me as the OG creator

Welp, that’s all! :)

#intro #introductory post #pinned intro

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roseandgold137 · 1 year

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For the fandom meme:

F, G, I, N, O, P, Q, R

👀👀👀👀👀👀

F- (edit bc I accidentally deleted this at some point and didn’t notice) Percy Jackson was probably my longest fandom bc I got into it young and I still engage with it pretty regularly. I’m definitely going to buy the sun and the star and I’ve read all the spin off series as well so I’m pretty confident saying that’s my longest fandom. My fav spin off was Magnus Chase

G- okay so as a kid I had like a lot of casual ships but first OTP was probably Percabeth. I submitted a fanfiction of them for a school assignment when I was nine. I think that’s all we really need to hear to know that they’re the answer.

I- I don’t think so? Like. I’ll come back to this if I remember any but I’m pretty sure we’re good on this one

N- okay fandom: dc

I know that in my circle of dc fan logs there’s a lot of Timber content but the wider community seems to still be mostly hung up on TimKon. And I get it, they’d be really cute and all but Timber

More Teen Titans (fab five) bc I think mostly when people talk about the teen titans they’re usually talking abt the cartoon series

put some respect on the names of female characters! And the queer characters! And the poc characters! So many problems in my life could be solved if people weren’t so fixated on the straight white males of the franchise

O- Song is Bubble Pop Electric by Gwen Stefani, it is very Birdflash or really any speedster ship to me, very nice bouncy beat reminds me of Bart also

P- AU: Canary Tim - I’ll elaborate on this bc it is one of my aus and is kind of the reason that some of my second gen bat ocs exist so it’s kind of relevant.

First Black Canary - Dinah Drake. Married Larry Lance, daughter was Dinah Lance, who became the next Black Canary. Do you see where I’m going with this. Tim Drake. Dinah Drake. There’s a very weak connection there technically so I just made Dinah his aunt. Based off of Dinah Drake and Dinah Lance, we can assume the canary meta gene is hereditary, ergo we’ll just send it Tim’s way as well.

He won’t have his activated until his late teens though bc I want him to have atrocious voice control for a good while so he gets shipped off to train with Black Canary until he won’t accidentally deafen everyone around him.

From there, he’ll graduate Robin to become some kind of Songbird. It was originally going to be Galah (bc pink) but I changed it to Blackbird so his kids could call him B and it would be very emotional for Bruce to watch history repeat itself with the nickname and whatnot. Also this way tim gets to keep his red black and gold colour scheme.

that’s the au part but the part where my oc Jasper couldn’t really exist outside of this au is bc he’s a meta with a voice ability, that’s similar to the Canary meta gene but he’s not related to any of them. He’s Australian so he travels to America to look for Black Canary. He can’t find her, he keeps on missing her by like a handful of minutes or hours, but he does find Tim, and at this point he’s fed up of looking for Dinah and settles for the 19-year-old Blackbird in front of him. Tim, who only really got control of his powers around two weeks ago, chooses not to mention his inexperience and accepts that he’s a dad now

okay wow I didn’t expect to ramble that much but yeah that’s basically the au

Q- hate to say it but I don’t really ship stephCass. I used to, but I hc Cass as older by a bit too much for me to comfortable shipping them in my own au yknow? I wouldn’t say I’ve abandoned them completely though, but the only other ships I really could have put here were ones where I saw art of them, thought it looked sort of cute and then found out they were pro ship, so uh

anyways I think they are cute and would absolutely celebrate if they were made canon but it’s not really for me is all

R- hmmmm. Well I’ll start off with one that I think very few people ship. Steph and Bailey, who has one appearance in the Robin/Spoiler Annual. And I know I’m not the only one bc I’m pretty sure it was @aliteralchicken’s blog where I saw them for the first time, if not whoops

I also have a lot of Janet Drake ships bc I love her and given that most people do not love her I think it’s safe to say that Janet x Selina, Janet x Talia and Janet x Dana aren’t exactly popular ships

I’m trying to think of an m/m ship bc sapphic ships are hard to come by anyways, I’m thinking Bart x Preston but that’s mostly bc I haven’t really been looking for content of them so that would make them seem like a rare pair

oh also Darla Aquista/Laura Fell and Ariana Dzerchenko. Idk I think they’d be cute, and Ariana could really only upgrade from Tim let’s be honest

#ask game #this was fun :)#I spent like fifteen minutes on this it was very enriching most of the time was spent just typing up the au in a coherent way

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wetbloodworm · 2 years

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i’ve got a google sheets of my OCs (linked in my pinned post) and i’ve added extra sheets broken up by storyline/universe/theme with a few more details. not fully filled out yet but i’m working on it, might be working on it a while b/c not all characters are decided and also i might add more sections. the charlie-parker-rhys-sparrow squad (need a better name for them, self-insert-adjacent is a bit wordy and also sparrow doesn’t fully fit that description) is in the ‘other’ section, and they’ve all got full names and birthdays now so here’s their bit

Bullet Points Time under the cut

again, i don’t consider sparrow a self-insert, but a decent amount of their characteristics follow the same patterns of those intended to be self-inserts. i’m including them in that group so they have to follow the patterns.

charlie, parker, and sparrow all have first and middle names that were names i considered picking for myself. i think the only names i’m missing from my list are max and toby but i accidentally stole toby for the dnd pc lmao. and max is a friend and i won’t steal their name

for rhys i just wanted all the names to be the same letter when i thought up ‘rhys ross’ so the two middle names are outliers. they do have a name set-up the same as mine, though! it’s ‘[first] [dad’s middle name] [birth middle name] [last]’. also my syllables for the first three names are ‘3 2 1′ and theirs are ‘1 2 3′.

all their surnames are picked from different aspects of my heritage, so charlie and sparrow have irish surnames, parker has a german surname, rhys has a scottish surname. ‘kinnegan’ has a connection to my mom’s maiden name, it’s not the exact name but they’re related. i would’ve done the same with parker’s surname but i’ve never been able to find a lot of info about my surname lmao so instead i just picked a name that’s fun to say. parker becker. i think i saw ross in a list of german names and liked the sound of rhys ross, and also i have a college friend with that surname, so it could be a combo of those two. sparrow’s surname was picked from irish surnames that sounded nice and also i saw the gaelic origin apparently has ‘not loving’ in it and that feels appropriate

all four are nonbinary without any specifications/microlabels. charlie and sparrow use ‘they’ exclusively, parker and rhys primarily use ‘they’ but are also comfortable with ‘it’ and ‘he’ respectively and include those when asked their pronouns (if they feel safe). the projection here is I��M nonbinary without any microlabels and I use ‘they’ kinda-exclusively but am comfortable with ‘it’ and ‘he’ is alright, although i don’t include them when asked pronouns. they’re not official.

pronouns aren’t color-coded because pronouns aren’t inherently gendered and i have no other associations so the colors would just be arbitrary and that bothers me.

(for the gender section: pink for women, blue for men, yellow for any kind of nonbinary person. nonbinary used to be purple but i didn’t necessarily like having it like... be a middle ground between the male and female colors... the stereotyped colors for the binary genders aren’t necessarily great either but like. it’s easy at a quick glance. i don’t have to actually read the text to get it immediately.)

broke up the orientation and aspec section b/c i got enough aspec kids that i need to specify, and also i wanted to color-code the orientation section and it got messy when everything was combined. couldn’t decide whether to color ‘bi + demiromantic’ as blue for bi or green for aro-spec, y’know? and it’d get worse if i made different colors for all the combinations.

(for orientation: red for gay, blue for bi and pan and bi/pan, gray for straight. for both sections: orange for aroace-spec. for aspec: purple for ace-spec, green for aro-spec, gray for allo. all colors picked from their various flags! i wasn’t sure if i should split up gay men and lesbians, i might but i’d have to change multiple colors and eugh. eugh!)

SO YEAH this squad is all aroace-spec, the first three ARE self-insert adjacent and i just can’t fully relate unless they’re some kind of aroace-spec. and sparrow just needed to fit the pattern. parker is just aroace, not anywhere in the gray, and rhys only labels their aspec identity without specifying the gender/s they’re potentially attracted to. charlie and sparrow both DO specify and ID as bi/pan alongside aroace-spec. i briefly considered making sparrow full aro + ace like parker to even that up but i overthink and i’ve occasionally seen a tendency to make Bad Characters effectively or explicitly aroace or aroallo because they are Evil And Can’t Love Because Love Is Pure And Good. even if they’re not my only aroace representation that’s just something i’m very conscious of so i try to avoid it. of course there’s nothing wrong with shitty characters having any orientation, i just don’t want there to be any accidental patterns with my OCs.

height isn’t fully arbitrary, i was (APPARENTLY PAST-TENSE) 5′6″ so charlie and parker are that height, and then i APPARENTLY LOST AN INCH AT SOME POINT so rhys is 5′5″. and i just wanted sparrow to be very slightly taller so they’re 5′7″.

birthdays also aren’t fully arbitrary! charlie has my birthday. i was born a month premature so parker was born exactly a month later. i also tried to be born VERY EARLY, idk exactly when and i don’t want to explain to my mom why i want to know, so rhys is a little older. chose the 15th at random. well actually i chose the 15th because that’s a tax deadline so when i picked march that’s the first date that came to mind. sparrow just has charlie’s birthday backwards lmao

charlie and parker are the only ones with nicknames so far, and as i’ve mentioned before those are pet names they’ve given each other to play up to the bit of people thinking they’re a couple and also because they’re very close and affectionate.

#charlie tag #parker tag #rhys tag #sparrow tag #reference tag

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 1 month

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Hello again, dearly beloved Absol!

It has not been too long since our last chat. Please, spoil me with your knowledge of fashion. I'm curious and eager to hear what you've got to share. There's no need to be so shy, but I understand; we'll talk at your pace over some tea, if you're comfortable, my dear. All your choices so far have been full of character in the best ways! I find the expression of one's clothing to be intriguing. Don't you agree?

I've found your headcanons for Jade's clothing to be exactly what I imagined. He most definitely goes for punk clothing! He is... my favorite. Thank you for taking care of him! I'll support my punk boyfriend from the sidelines. Grunge is my guilty pleasure, even if I dress like a bright pink princess. It's a cute pair, no? He fidgets with his rings and bracelets on our dates. Haha, forgive me, dear Absol. I forget myself in your welcoming presence.

...if it's not too much to request, do you have any Jade Leech headcanons or opinions to share? I'd love more content of him.

Until next time, beloved guide, I await our next conversation. - 🦋

Good evening, I think… I will refer to you as Mariposa. It sounds like a name. Just as I have my Viper, I think it will be nice to give a title in that vein of thinking. However if you disagree, please correct me. I hope you have been well. Please remember to eat properly. Your stomach and brain will be devoured by your body if you don’t.

My knowledge on fashion… I like to look at trends in my spare time. You’d be happy to find that history repeats itself when it comes to clothing. A few years ago we just had 80’s and 90’s coming back. Primarily from the influence of TV and media and what was coming out at the time. But since the 2020’s, it’s been all Y2K. I think it’s so fascinating. I love how it’s just one big circle. Ah, I have a preference for tea. Recently I bought some peppermint tea because I’ve been having some health issues… So I drink it before bed since it’s non-caffeinated. I agree, I love seeing how clothes can be used to express personality and lifestyle. Same with environment. I think it’s exciting. Someone as pristine as Jade Leech wearing studded belts and making his own battle jacket for when he feels confident enough to wear it… I think it’s fantastic. Even if someone isn’t confident enough to use words to express themself, you can see what kind of person they might be when they’re wearing clothes out on day trip.

I am happy you understand my idea of Jade being more ‘punk’ than ‘formal’ when it comes to casual wear. Or more, out of uniform style! As much as I love the idea of Jade in sexy suspenders with a nice button up I also want to remind myself; he’s a young man. Not 30+. At least not yet. So I like thinking of him discovering his sense of style starting with what can be seen as non traditional. He does it well I think. Oh my… I am a large fan of mixing aesthetics. Ohhh I love the idea of a small princess girlfriend and a big scary Leech. He looks so nervous as he fiddles with his bracelets as he waits for you outside of Ramshackle for your date. I think it’s lovely. I am happy that you feel comfortable sharing with me. Is this… Your OC? Your self insert? Please tell me about her.

I do have some Jade headcanons. Both SFW and NSFW. I guess it depends on what you would like to hear. Ahhh, I want to do the alphabets. I am happy to have someone who is interested in Jade. I have another friend who likes him so I am excited for the future of Jade Leech here… Ahhh, let’s meet again soon. I’m excited to meet you again. I’ll guide you anywhere you’d like to go.

#absolute answers.#🦋ʚїɞ

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Unwind and Relax - part 3

paring : eddie munson x bimbo!fem!oc

word count : 1.6k

part 1 , part 2

warnings : mentions of sex, mention of virginity, bit of angst mostly fluffy though, she/her pronouns used!

summary : Stephanie and Eddie have a heartfelt conversation about moving their relationship forward.

Eddie pushed open the door to Stephanie’s bedroom and was greeted by a barbie dreamhouse. Walls filled with baby pink and off white stripes that danced across the walls of her room. The scent of vanilla cupcake and fresh linens swarmed his nostrils. A bed full of plushies and stuffed bears coated her comforter. His eyes danced across the bedroom admiring how her room translated so well to her personality.

“Wow, it’s very um… pink.”

He said surprised. Eddie had imagined the typical girly and ditzy room of Stephanie’s before, he didn’t expect his hypothesis to be correct.

“Well of course, you know pink’s my favorite color.”

She giggled walking toward her vanity. She flicked the light switch of the mirror up, lighting up the once dim mirror. Eddie walked around her room, admiring the trinkets and photos across her dresser. He picked up one of the roses that swam in the eggshell white vase.

“ ‘This one of the roses I got you for our first date? Glad to see they’re still alive.”

“Oh yeah! I just love them, they’re kinda starting to welt though. More of a reason for you to get me more.” She said turning towards him, smiling as a rouge grew across her cheeks.

Stephanie got lost in his stature as he picked up the other dresser items, fiddling around with them as the metal of his rings clanged against the objects. He was so different from her. Dark and rough. A leather jacket with pins of band memorabilia. A black and white handkerchief that flowed out the back of his right jean pocket. To others- their looks, and personalities clashed. But to Stephanie she admired how though they didn’t seem like the ideal pair, they were perfect for each other.

Stephanie opened the door of the white, sparkled vanity pulling out a box of makeup removing wipes. Pulling out a single wipe from the package she began to remove the mascara, lipgloss, and other cosmetics from her face. She looked up in the mirror as she watched Eddie make his way to her bed. Sitting down, he moved the stuffed animals out of the way putting them near the headboard. He admired her natural beauty as took off her makeup. “God, she’s beautiful.” he said to himself. Her eyes glowed as she noticed Eddie’s brown eyes meet hers through the vanity mirror, in love with what he was seeing.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go wash off my face. Oh and, while you’re sitting, could you tuck in my plushies?” Her eyelashes fluttering softly as her eyes softened at the thought of Eddie and her stuffed animals.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Eddie stood up leaning over the satin comforter lifting it up from underneath the baby pink pillows. Stephanie walked in her personal bathroom across the hall as the butterflies in her abdomen awakened. “Sweetheart.” she thought. She loved the pet names he called her. The way they were genuine as they fell from his soft and plush lips. Reaching for the sink she began to run a lukewarm stream of water from the faucet. As Stephanie was splashing water across her face, Eddie finished tucking in her toys. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her vanity, taking a seat in her quilted chair. Playing with all the cosmetics and knickknacks on her dresser waiting for her to finish in the bathroom.

Stephanie walked back through the doorway of her bedroom. She softly patted her face dry with the pink towel in her hands.

“Tada, all done. They’re nice and snug for you.”

“Aww, thank you Eds.” She walked over to him giggling, as she hugged him tightly from the vanity chair.

Stephanie stood in front of him gazing at him. Though he looked out of place in such a bright barbie pink room, she felt as if it belonged to him as well. She stared down at his anxiously waiting for him to get up from her seat, not wanting to ask him thinking it would be rude.

“You should sit, finish taking off your makeup.”

“Uh- on your um… lap?”

“Yeah sure, why not. I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought it’d be nice to sit with you while you do your thing ‘ya know?”

“Oh I- it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just we’ve uh, never done that before.”

He could tell she was nervous. Stephanie was always awkward with things like this. The pair had only kissed twice. She was shy when it came to his love language. Physical touch, words of affirmation, all of it. It was all new to her. She began to chip at the soft pink nail polish that covered her nails. In an effort to remove her anxiety she walked towards his lap. Hovering in front of him, he leaned back spreading his thighs slightly. She sat down on his lap, letting out an aspirated sigh. Eddie leaned over the side of her left right shoulder looking at the picture of them in the mirror. His hands slowly snaked around her waist.

“You look beautiful, doll.” He placed a kiss on the crook of her neck.

Stephanie softly chuckled at the pet name, reaching for a cotton round. Moving around on his lap searching for items to use for her nightly routine. The squirming around of his lap made something arise in Eddie’s jeans. He began to grow hard as she naively shimmied around on his groin. Using his hands that were around her waist, he pulled her to a halt in her movement. Stephanie moved around on his lap to get a look at his face. Slightly perplexed she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, uh” he sighed softly looking at her lips as he bit down on his own bottom lip. “You’re just moving a lot that’s all.”

Stephanie’s innocence got the best of her most of the time. Her lack of sexual experience and physical experience with men put in her a spot of misunderstanding.

“Oh well, I’ll try my hardest not to squirm.”

“Alright then.” Eddie began to slowly slither his hand down the ruffles at the seem of her silk pajama shorts.

Stephanie’s eyes grew wide at the cold sensation of his ring clad hand, unintentionally swatting his hands away. Eddie took this as a sign of discomfort as he turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry, was that too much. I know how you aren’t into all the touching.”

“It’s not that I’m not into it,” her bottom lip pouting out towards him. “It’s just that, this is all new to me, Eds.”

Eddie lifted her up off his lap carrying her towards her bed. She yelled at the sudden jolt giggling all bubbly and bright for such a late evening. He softly placed her onto her bed. He walked to the other side of the bed as he began to get on top of it, laying down beside her. Stephanie flipped over to her side, her head resting in her hand as she looked at him with large doe eyes cocking her head in confusion.

“Babe, how about we do this. Let me kiss you. If I go too far, or you’re not ready, just tap me and I’ll stop right away.” He looked at her with genuine love in his eyes.

She nodded her head slowly, agreeing to his proposal. She loved how he was so willing and open to her innocence and ill experience of physical touch. How he agreed to take it slow and not freak her out. It’s she didn’t want to be intimate with Eddie, she was simply saving her self for that special moment. Her innocence also came with her ditzyness. Stephanie was a bit of an airhead and everyone knew it. Always asking, “What’s that?” or “Huh?”. But what she admired most was how, despite her naive manor, Eddie never took advantage of it.

Eddie’s hand slowly cupped the side of her face, kissing softly at her pink lips.

“Strawberry? I like it.” The pair giggled in between the kisses. He slowly peppered kisses down her neck as she softly moaned out his name without realizing so. His hand trailed up her shirt stopping just before her breasts. She nodded her head, signaling the “okay” for him to continue. Softly gripping at the material of her cotton bra he slowly to kiss down her neck. She lifted her shirt off throwing it over her stuffed animals to shield their eyes from the steamy scene. Eddie softly giggled at the action.

“I’m glad you’re letting me do this.” he said pulling from her lips. He grabbed her hand slowly rubbing his thumb across the top of her knuckles. Stephanie pulled him back in, continuing the moment. Eddie’s hands reached behind her back as they continued to kiss. He began fiddling with the clasps of her bra. Stephanie’s eyes opened widely as she tapped him on his arm repeatedly. His hands pulled away from her back as he pulled away from her face as well.

“Too far?” He asked staring at her. That loving look was back in his eyes. Never did he want to push her before she was ready.

“Yeah I’m sorry, I just didn’t want it to get that far. I’m not ready yet and this is the farthest we’ve gotten though!” She giggled bubbly.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care how long we wait okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Stephanie stared into the glowing brown orbs of his as she was lost in his love.

She pulled him back into her lips as they crashed together. “I’m not going anywhere.”. His words replayed in her mind as they continued to kiss. Forever mine, Eddie Munson.

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1kook · 4 years

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ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates.

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens.

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class.

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him.

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all.

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly.

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months.

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got.

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career.

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course.

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.”

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you.

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.)

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side.

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly.

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil.

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester.

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness.

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you.

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face.

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!”

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things.

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone.

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought.

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you.

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news.

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward.

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason.

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away.

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom.

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same.

Apparently not.

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed.

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile.

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.”

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck.

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot.

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi.

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.”

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face.

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments.

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.”

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.”

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character.

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester.

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right.

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile. He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.”

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?”

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh.

This man was dangerous for your heart.

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.”

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you.

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well.

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook.

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

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sweetberrysmooch · 4 years

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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 1]

(Zzzzzzz.....)

(This is unfortunately gonna have to be in several parts, mainly so I can get something out to you guys while still being able to work on the rest ^^)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and sort of... smell hcs? Idk, I got into a mood and couldn’t stop writing about smells so here it goes lol.

Characters: Dream, Techno, Wilbur.

Warnings: There’s mentions of nightmares in Dream’s and a emotional breakdown in Wilbur’s, but that’s it.

Song Recommendation: Dream A Little Dream Of Me- The Mamas & Papas.

Up Next- Quackity, George, and Bad. [pt. 2]

Hope you have nice day today <3 Enjoy!

Dream:

Depending on where you’ve fallen asleep, Dream will kind of work with your position before he lets himself relax.

He prefers it when the two of you are in your bed, with him near the closest door and on his back and with you sleeping against his side, arm stretched over his middle. It’s a good way for him to be between any intruders that may come and to still have you close. But no matter where you are, he has to make sure that he can protect you before he lets his guard down.

Another position he likes is when you’re tucked against his chest under his chin, sitting on his lap or curled up together in bed. Being tall with a broad chest means he makes a pretty good pillow, so use those puppies when you can 👀👀

Smells like a forest, most times. Almost like wild honey, but it’s a very delicate smell. You don’t notice it until your first hug, when you were upset and crying and he pulled you to into his arms so you could hide your face. Now you smell it everywhere he is, in your house, on your bed, even your clothes smell like him. Neither of you say anything, but he slowly begins leaving his soap at your house. Just in case, y’know, if you ever run out.

Other times, when he seems a little more... off, he smells like the beginning to a storm, like ozone and petrichor. Those days he doesn’t speak that much, and keeps you at arms length. He sits quietly and watches your doors and windows with obvious intent, and is gone before morning. You don’t think he even moved from his spot throughout the night, much less slept there. You don’t see him for a few days afterwards.

Usually he remains as still as a log, but sometimes he has fidgeting fits where he twitches and grumbles to himself. Sometimes you’ll even catch him speaking full-on sentences, though they don’t make much sense. Mostly normal out of place stuff, but once you heard him talking about someone called DreamXD, and figured you’d ask him about his oc the next morning.

He has nightmares often too. It’s hard to tell when he’s asleep but he’ll wake up sweating and trembling and lean over you to check you’re still breathing. He won’t ever tell you what they’re about, but it isn’t hard to guess when he buries his nose into your hair and holds you tightly like you might leave him.

If the two of you aren’t sleeping in your house or completely alone, he won’t sleep until you are. Sleep loss doesn’t quite affect him like it does others until after a pretty long time of not doing it, to which he’ll become surlier and more angry until he eventually just clocks out. He wakes up extremely well rested 2 days later and the process repeats. Sleeping at your house is the closest he gets to proper sleeping, and it’s the only time he can ever feel truly relaxed when doing so.

When he can’t fall asleep, he goes straight to watching you. He gently plays with your hair and fiddles with your fingers, relishing in how unmarred and soft they are in comparison to his much rougher, bigger ones. It’s a sure fire way to get him to mellow out and relax, and he finds that sleep ends up coming much quicker.

(Dream wakes up in warmth one night, with rain knocking on window panes instead of what ever shelter he could scrape together and a fire crackling far off. He deduces immediately that he’s in someones house, and it doesn’t take long before he notices the owner, asleep in his lap.

Your legs are slung over the arm of the padded chair he’s sitting in, a book (one of his own, he acknowledges, an older version of a well known storybook that he has memorized already) loosely held onto in your hands, and your head rests on his shoulder.

He expects to feel worried soon, the fear of you getting close to him reappearing to ruin another close moment. But it never comes. All he can feel is the safety and comfort you always emanate, driving away his tension and soothing his mind. He closes his eyes, and falls back asleep.)

Techno:

Techno is very very touch starved ^^; While he may not be the only one on this list that is, Techno is definitely the most…. shy about it. He won’t ever directly ask to sleep next to you, and will actively try to avoid that. He’s afraid of making you uncomfortable but also of being close to you in general? It’s an odd mix of emotions, like eating mints and a hot pepper at the same time and then feeling hell fire burn inside of your body. Anytime the two of you have to sleep in the same room as each other, he will immediately offer you the better spot and go find a chair to sleep in, and he won’t accept a no.

The most you can do is make the choice to go sleep next to him. It’ll weird him out a little before becoming overwhelmingly endearing when he processes the fact that you would rather sleep next to him than somewhere more pleasant. When you’re asleep however, he’ll pick you up and move you to the place where he wanted you to be. He’ll drape his massive cape over your body and (after assuring himself six different times that you are in fact asleep) softly press a kiss to the crown of your head. If he runs his thumb over your cheek once, then thats his business.

Later on in your relationship though, after he relaxes and settles a bit, it’s pretty unusual if you don’t fall asleep next to him. He still won’t outright ask for it, but he kinda just hopes that when he starts his nightly routine before bed that you’ll just join him without needing to be asked. Having you there helps him sleep better, you act as both a silencer for the voices and someone to hold close when he’s at his most vulnerable.

When sleeping in bed together, he prefers to pull you close and curl around you in a half pulled fetus position. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, and actively clings on to you when asleep. It's an impressive feat if you can break free from his strong arms while they’re wrapped around your middle, and you leaving inevitably wakes him up. He’ll go searching for you then, barely awake, just to pull you back to bed to be his teddy bear again.

And speaking of the voices, while generally they’re loud and insistent, occupying his mind more than he does at times, their reaction to you baffles him so much. In place of the usual screaming is gentle mumbling, quiet whispers about how nice you look today or how pink and soft your cheeks look. It’s a welcome relief, and no matter how he hard he ignores the fact that he’s wrapped around your finger, he’s glad to know they care for you as much as he does.

He also smells pretty nice, it’s this natural musk he has mixed with a muted minty scent. The mint smell comes from this fancy soap Phil had gotten him a while back that he hadn’t given much thought about until you said something. Techno’s already a clean kind of guy, but after hearing your praises of his smell he almost begs Phil to get him more.

Snores, but in a quiet reserved way. Sometimes he makes soft cute noises, like little happy sounds when you snuggle into him more, or bashful grumbles when you kiss him before bed.

(Sunlight flickers through the blinds of Techno’s room, streaking across your face and waking you from sleep. Sighing quietly, you lift your head a little and stretch as best you can while being held in place at his side, before snuggling back into your spot, fully content to stay there for the rest of the morning.

As you enjoy the moment, you savor the gentle snores that rumble in his chest, his strong heart thumping beneath your ear, and the way his hand kneads your hip as he wakes.

‘It’s a good morning to sleep in.’ Your mind says quietly, and with how he rolls over to face you and kiss your forehead, it seems Techno thinks so too.)

Wilbur:

The way Wilbur sleeps really depends on what Wilbur it is.

To start off though, a few general things. He’s a neat sleeper, doesn’t snore, doesn’t move a whole lot, and smells pretty nice too. His smell also came from a fancy soap he got from Phil, but it smelled like sugar and lemons and it was a lot heavier than Techno’s. He would always take showers before bed because he knew you liked how it smelled, and often he would offered to share it with you (so that you would smell like him). Once he was exiled, he didn’t have the liberty of bathing as frequently as he used to, and he stopped using the fancy soap because he thought it felt tainted. He’d end up smelling like stale air and gunpowder, though he’d never tell you what the smell was from.

With sleep, if it’s pre-Pogtopia Wilbur, you get a fairly standard sleeping arrangement of him crawling up into between your legs to flop down on your stomach with a sigh, waiting impatiently for you to get comfortable and curl around him like you usually do. Your hand comes to cradle his head closer to your chest and he nuzzles into your collarbone before falling asleep near immediately. The two of you wake up tangled completely together and immensely comfortable. Wilbur used to sleep in on days like that, quietly savoring the peace that came with you and your generous hands that would slowly brush through his sleep-messed hair. Even after the election, when he starts descending into madness, the memories serve as a final comfort to him.

Post-Pogtopia Wilbur (Vilbur, if you will) is a stark contrast to his old self. He’s more bitter, more reserved, and even more paranoid. He doesn’t sleep with you anymore, at least never consistently, and the only times he does is when he’s so emotionally fraught that he passes out from the stress and lack of sleep midway through you trying to calm him down. You usually end up just kind of holding him close, praying that when he wakes up you can settle him before he works himself up again. You fall asleep like that, tired and restless.

(He rouses from sleep a few hours later, curled up in your arms and still exhausted from the breakdown. Your chest rises and falls slowly behind him, face smushed into his hair and completely relaxed.

For a moment, all is calm again. He can pretend that it’s just how it used to be before the election had happened, that the two of you are back at home, happy and stable.

His hands tremble when they reach for yours, and he grants himself the freedom to cry while you’re still sleeping, ignoring the fact that the next day will be just like the last, and that nothing has changed.)

See you next time :D

#mcyt x reader #c: dream #c: technoblade #c: wilbur #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#dream x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Twins with strong buff tall afab darling who's nice and stuff, please? You can use Yuan Herong as an reference.

Of course! Thanks for bringing this wonderful person to my attention.

If any of you don't know who it is, I'll put here a paragraph of who they're and the link to the source I found.

"[...] Yuan Herong is a Chinese bodybuilder, who decided to pursue a career in medicine. Nevertheless, she still finds time to show off her impressive physique on Instagram.

Herong was dubbed the nickname “Chun Li” after the Street Fighter character. This nickname is not given lightly,as it is a fairly apt comparison. [...]"

Also, what AFAB means: Assigned Female At Birth.

AMAB: Assigned Male At Birth.

Also- Could you specify what pronouns you wish for me to use next time boo? It seems like most afab/amab use they/them but some also don't, so it would be nice to know what you're more comfortable with- But don't worry it's okay :3

Tw/Tags: gender nonconforming reader (I'll use they/them this time, I hope that's okay with you) // I'm glad you shared with me such a wonderful person like Yuan Herong :D // oblivious bullying + tsundere simping= a very fluff post // I'll make the reader a lil bit of a thembo // also sorry for the long waiting- I was taking a break // short headcanon

Too pan for this- [Yandere!Bully OCs x AFAB!Reader - Headcanon]:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

To be fair, there is only one type of response to whenever someone meets someone as awesome as you: Simping, but when it comes to the twins, their way of showing affection can be… Disheartening.

Alexandra can only aspire to be as strong as you are. She isn't very interested in building muscles but holy fuck boo!- Everyone would want to look like you.

Or be you.

Or be with you….

Yeah- She admires your commitment for working out and- Well- Being the ideal dating material in both looks and personality.

Of course, that does piss her off- If she has to admit that anyone is better than her at anything, then she won't be flawless anymore, and that's not a "Coldwell thing to do".

Trying to mess with you it's a lot harder than she anticipated. Not only are you too cute for your own good, you're also completely oblivious to her actions and words. She can't even push you around because it's physically too much to her, so this is kinda pointless to her, what is she supposed to do then?

Maybe you can- No, that's ridiculous-

"- Hey- Hmmm, could you help me?" For her to even think of saying something so bizarre is revolting, but she didn't expect to feel so flustered by asking this-

"- What do you mean, help you with what?" Your confusion is understandable, I mean- What does she really want from you? Alexandra knows that it would be too awkward to just ask you out randomly, so her best strategy to spend time with you and get to know you is to ask for your help in exercising.

"- I- I just want some help with my workout routine! Nothing much really-"

Would you feel excited about having a new workout partner, or a bit embarrassed by such an odd interaction with a Coldwell- Considering how well known the twins are for being prideful and egotistical?

I think that either way, you would still accept to help her- After all, it's an opportunity to befriend someone who is normally very prickly with others, maybe getting to know her won't be so bad.

Having an full workout day with you may be very exhausting to her, but it would still be absolutely worth it-

"- Can we do it again?" She would absolutely love to do this everyday, and each time she would try to one-up you, until one day she can come on top as the winner of this petty and one-sided competition.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

To be fair, there is only one type of response to whenever someone meets someone as awesome as you: Simping, but when it comes to the twins, their way of showing affection can be… Disheartening.

To be fair- He doesn't really care to know what kind of workout you do as long as he can watch you doing it.

He is kinda into strong people like yourself- Yeah, it can get a little weird when he is around trying to provoke you while you workout, he isn't the best at keeping his cool around people he finds attractive. He would be staring a lot to be completely honest with you-

Respectfully staring ✨.

You don't seem to fall for his normal tactics, you're either too oblivious and naive or simply doesn't care about whatever he has to say about you- Which would be fine if he could stop thinking about you, but he can't.

He has no interest in being active and to exercise like you do, but he'll try to find other ways to prove that he is better than you in other areas- Still failing at it as you don't seem to realize how rude he is to you.

If he can't make you feel bad about yourself, then maybe he shouldn't be so nasty about this crush on you in the first place- But then again, a Coldwell it's always a Coldwell, being sweet ain't their thing unless they can get something out of it-

Wait- Maybe that's what he should do! If he can't be bitter then he might as well be extra sweet with you- And by that I mean that this man really thought that flirting would somehow help him "win" this nonexistent fight. In other words: he created a solution for a problem that didn't even exist, and his solution is to make you flustered with his words.

I'm not personally good with writing flirtatious lines- And to be fair, neither is Adrien. Just imagine a little bastard with the reddest shade of pink in his cheeks trying to make you understand how he feels every time he interacts with you. "A taste of your own poison".

Would you enjoy said flirting and even try to throw your own attempts in there, or would you feel too embarrassed to really overpower him with your words?

Or maybe to overpower him in other ways? Listen, he is down for that too- Whatever you choose, he will still hang around you in your workout hours, honestly he loves the fact that it's only you and him, it's a bit more special this way.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#sheep's stuff #yandere oc #yandere #yandere bully #yandere x reader #yandere bully x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x afab reader #yandere headcanon #yandere oc headcanon #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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rebelliouslala · 3 years

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A Man Who Plays Volleyball.

happy birthday my beloved little anime boy, Ushijima Wakatoshi!

summary and warnings!: OC!Yuri-Chan (they are there as you, the reader!) x Wakatoshi, fix it fic! Shiratorizawa wins to go to the Nationals; angst, descriptions of parental abuse, descriptions of anxiety, flashbacks, a form of s/lf h/rm, accidental cause to injury, unwanted touching, a creepy guy, divorce drama, this story describes the suppression of men’s mental health, a good spoonful of fluff at the end

word count; ~10k words

a/n: this was SUPER rushed. but, i love him. you have no idea how much i saw myself in satori. in wakatoshi. i love shiratorizawa. may this alternate universe make the original ushijima wakatoshi smile :)

The Shiratorizawa volleyball player, Ushijima Wakatoshi walked home. He carried his volleyball clothes in a duffel bag. He wore a white hoodie with a purple outline. It said, printed, “Ushijima #1” on the back. He walked in silence. Because he preferred it. He felt tired.

The Miracle Boy felt tired. The crickets in the warm farm fields began to buzz with the swift wind that came from behind. He closed his eyes and stopped. He softly smiled as he looked up at the cloudy autumn sky. The sun was setting.

How long has he waited for this day; His eyes, to anyone else, would be dull. But that day, after his battle against Karasuno, they sparkled like freshly oiled olives. His hairdo was gently ruffled as a train passed by to his left, and he took a deep breath. He pumped his fist as a tear went down his cheek.

“I won.”

Once the Miracle Boy arrived home; He placed away his uniform in a laundry machine, and gently sucked on a popsicle. He blinked a few times, watching the machine churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and- His lower back ached. He leaned against the wall, continuing to gently bite the tip. Satori once called him insane for biting ice cream.

“Doesn’t it hurt?!” Satori cried during their summer training. Wakatoshi had offered his land to use for training. Coach Washijo had taken the offer with happiness. He had bit his thick popsicle in response. “No.”

Wakatoshi turned to a sob from the threshold. There sat on its diaper ass one of the Ushijima twins, Kazane, who blinked. She had a straight bob and palm green eyes. She whined.

The boy sighed. He gently bent down and picked her up. She babbled stupidly and gripped at his hair, then whined more for his popsicle. “No.” He continued to bite it and he frowned as Kazane started to whimper. Wakatoshi now began to bounce her and he looked at his uniform as it continued to wash. She stopped making noises and instead clung onto him.

“Wakatoshi? Wakatoshi have you seen—?” He let his mother find him as she sighed. She had straight black hair, one that was in a messy bun since she gave birth to the twins.

“Hello Oka-san.”

“Wakatoshi, you know she can’t have ice cream!” She said, exasperated.

“I know that. She is trying to take it.” He continued biting it.

“Here, gimme,” Ms. Ushijima took Kazane, and let her soft cry in her neck. Wakatoshi simply continued to look at the swirl of his clothes. “I called your father.”

Wakatoshi turned, and he blinked. Once. Twice. His eyebrows furrowed, but he straightened himself up. “Is he not busy?”

“Yeah, but you know, it’s nice because you‘re going to Nationals-, isn’t that what you wanted, Wakatoshi?”

The boy sucked on the stick as the machine stopped. He went down to take the uniform, and began to fold. “Yes.”

She sighed, “Stop acting dramatic. I know you’re happy. Oh- I also invited your girlfriend over.” Wakatoshi now walked past his mother, and his baby sister as he went to his room. He hung his shirt and pants. Ms. Ushijima followed him, “I suggest you wear some nice formal wear, got it? And I want you both in the family room.”

“I was thinking of a nice berry bush, a purely platonic meeting. In the back—?”

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure. Remember to change Mayumi’s diapers.”

Yuri had met Wakatoshi at the side door of his house. Yuri hopped up and gave him a kiss to his jawline. “Good afternoon, ‘Toshi-Chan!”

Wakatoshi blushed. He held his cheek. “Afternoon, my flower.”

The wind that messed up Yuri’s hair passed, and Wakatoshi with no hesitation helped them fix it, after a soft question if he could. He gently petted their hair back.

The couple sat peacefully in the bushes. Yuri, after the wind, then went to the strawberry bushes and started to pick. They hummed as they put them in a small bucket, as Wakatoshi instructed them to, and rinsed them in a bucket his Grandfather made. After that, they handed the small fat berry to his hand, as he cut off the top part of the berry.

“The leaves are edible, but are annoying to the throat. It’s better to mush them together, since they have good properties for the body.” Wakatoshi explained. Yuri giggled in response, continuing to pick a few more, with a here and there bite to the smallest one.

Yuri might even turn around, and coo, “Look at this, ‘Toshi-Chan! Aw, it’s no bigger than my thumb!” At which Wakatoshi leaned over, uncomfortably on the small blanket his Mother gave him, before nodding. “Do you want to name it? Like a child?”

“Oh great idea! How about, hmm, Plate!”

“Hm?”

“Because strawberries, and plate berries!”

“Ah.” Wakatoshi nodded, and he gave them a small side of the mushed leaves. “This should be enough for both of us. Do you think so?”

“Mhm! Oh, how are the twins?”

Wakatoshi leaned back and took a deep breath. Kazane cried so much he had to wake up Grandmother Nijiko for it. She complained loudly, but went over and in a few hours the silence was gone. Mayumi singlehandedly ate the rest of the prepared milk bottles his Mother made. Wakatoshi lost approximately 3.26 hours of sleep. “They are well.” He said.

“Oh! They’re the cutest!! With their little soft lettuce cheeks-! I can’t wait until I can feed them little berries!” Yuri popped one in their mouth.

“Mayumi-tan loves blueberries. Especially playing with them. Kazane-tan prefers spitting the strawberry seeds in my hair.”

“No wonder you take so many showers, Wakatoshi-Chan!” He ate a bit of the mush, and he looked above at the clouds. Yuri laid next to him, and dipped their finger in the mush.

“Satori-kun told me- you- uh, you got mad. I was wondering where you were after the game.”

“We had to celebrate. Besides that, I could not charge my phone. The TV crew took up all the outlets.”

“Aw, bummer! But still, Wakatoshi-Chan~,” Yuri poked his side. He twitched in response. “You got mad. It was a close game.”

Wakatoshi ate another strawberry dipped in mush. “I won. Do not worry. I am okay.” Yuri laid on their stomach and pouted. “Promise?”

“I would never lie to you, Yuri-Chan.”

“Good. Then critique me on my violin, okay!”

He nodded, as Yuri brought out their violin case. Being best friends with Satori, all sorts of little stickers were on it, especially a large Pokémon one. Wakatoshi crossed his legs as Yuri took their violin out, and their bow. They hummed quietly, tuning the violin and hastily rubbing rosin on the bow. They used the bow on the violin, once- twice -the first made Wakatoshi fear the twins would wake up from their nap- before Yuri played.

The Swan.

Wakatoshi laid back. Yuri closed their eyes, leaning into their instrument, and played. The wind picked up again. And Wakatoshi closed his eyes.

Yuri and he met in freshman year. Wakatoshi saw Yuri come in, shy.

“I am so sorry! I thought this was the auditorium.” Wakatoshi had just worked out. He assumed in their vision, this would be attractive and more romantic. To him he felt more comfortable and relaxed.

“It’s a few more blocks down. But I believe the Coach will not allow music.” Seeing Yuri’s jolt of embarrassment, Wakatoshi added, “But I believe outside is a perfect place to play. I would help you, but I know the plants shall tell you what to do.”

And here, as the wind guided Yuri’s fingers, their bow, the soft and intimate touches to the strings, did Wakatoshi hear how his advice had really counted. From Day 1 to Day Now, their improvement let him smile quietly in pride. They were perfect.

After a few days of waiting for a response from Wakatoshi’s father, it was settled and official. He would join them that night for dinner.

Yuri held onto Wakatoshi’s arm, their middle finger writing characters he could not decipher. He looked around at Grandmother Nijiko holding the twins. Kazane was in a little blue robe and Mayumi in red. His mother opened the door to the wardrobe for Wakatoshi. He wore a tight white shirt, and black sleek pants. He observed a royal purple kimono.

Yuri gulped as they watched his mother gently pinch his ear, “Nuh uh, do the Atlantic Blue.”

“I believe it is Pacific Blue.” Wakatoshi responded as he took that instead, and dawned it. He helped Yuri with their kimono.

“Wow, your family is like, really traditional, Wakatoshi,” they said quietly, looking at Wakatoshi.

“It’s my father’s arrival. Oka-san likes it like this.” He paused, before he continued to help them put it on, “and Oba-san, of course.”

Wakatoshi could not admit it, but he did appreciate it too. The clan was well, they just valued the importance of continuing to be perfect. It was only in their strict rules he did not want his new siblings to be subjected to. Wakatoshi glanced at his left hand. as he tied Yuri’s pink clothes together.

“‘Toshi, remember to smile.” Ms. Ushijima reminded him.

Wakatoshi grimaced. “Yes Oka-san.”

Yuri squeezed his hand, and looked up at him. He gently smiled back.

“Yuri-kun, make sure Wakatoshi doesn’t go on about volleyball again!” Grandmother Nijiko said. His smile faded.

His mother went from the twins, to going to him and attacking his stance.

Ms. Ushijima went on her tippy toes, muttering and complaining about his height, then how his hair was so dry, how he needed to use lotion more, and how filthy he was.

Yuri only stared at their feet. The Ushijimas stared at Wakatoshi, having his mother flick his ear and pinch at his stomach. “Stop eating so much rice! Obviously this sport isn’t putting off enough weight, eh?”

The doorbell rang. Finally, Wakatoshi took a gulp of fresh air as his mother went to the door.

It opened. Wakatoshi couldn’t stop smiling.

Everything seemed to blur and fade into each other. Wakatoshi took his coat. Yuri was taken away. The twins began to cry and whine for food. Ms. Ushijima said nothing.

The dining room in the Ushijima home was tiny. The dinner table was small, made of driftwood from Wakatoshi’s great grandfather. The clinking of dishes were mixed in with the twins crying. Yuri sat uncomfortably. Wakatoshi only ate as he looked at his father.

Mr. Utsui Takashi barely had hair- he was balding. He had a curly like stubble though, and he had developed an annoying, wheezing-like cough after inhaling any sort of food. It seemed his vision got worse, since he had thought the twins were identical. He had to take a double take to Yuri and Wakatoshi before laughing and embracing him tightly. His hands were disgusting. He smelled of fish and B.O.

But Wakatoshi put his face in his neck, and embraced him thrice as tightly once he had seen him minutes ago. Wakatoshi nearly lifted his father from the ground. Now, as Wakatoshi picked at his small serving of possibly 382 pieces of rice and steak, he watched his father talk to Yuri.

“Ah, Wakatoshi, she is so cute! Ooh~,” he pinched Yuri’s cheek who giggled and thanked him, a little awkward. Wakatoshi ate his steak, a little curve on his lips from their interaction.

“Utsui-san, I am so excited! I cannot believe you came all this way, because ‘Toshi-chan is going to nationals!” Yuri smiled.

Wakatoshi’s grandmother stopped feeding the twins and sighed. “It’s not why he came.”

The young man felt the steak he swallowed start to froth in his mouth. He forced it down, and turned to his father. “What is the news that you have?”

“I got fired from my job.” Mr. Utsui said, a little weak. “Well, they laid us off—,”

Ms. Ushijima stood up and gathered the plates. “Your father is coming back to live with us until he finds something good. Hopefully in Tokyo so he can move out again.”

“Y-yes...” Mr. Utsui slouched, but he continued to eat his rice.

Wakatoshi ate his steak, and he quietly let his mother take it as he looked at Yuri’s hand. “Will you be taking care of the twins, then?” he said.

Mr. Utsui opened his mouth, a little confused, but he only sighed, “Ah- well yes. I will. I am also discussing that matter with your mother.”

“Do you need to go to court for it?” Wakatoshi continued to sit as Yuri held onto him, adjusting their feet from the long period of sitting on them.

“No, Oba-san will handle the matters.”

Wakatoshi nodded, and quietly asked his grandmother to be excused. Once she nodded, she eyed his left hand as he helped Yuri up.

“Your lover cannot go. I need to ask them some things as well.”

“Oba-san.” Wakatoshi bowed his head, “they need to stretch out their feet.”

“I don’t care. Sit by me, Yuri-tan.” Yuri looked back, and shooed Wakatoshi off. He bowed, only slightly, before sliding open the doors, and going outside.

The Ushijima Land stretched for only a couple of square acres. Wakatoshi sat down awkwardly by the lake.

It was technically a marsh but his mother never liked him calling it that. He fondly remembered how he invited his team here to train. Goshiki nearly passed out in the fields further West, if Grandmother Nijiko had not taken care of him. Wakatoshi smiled remembering how she pinched his cheeks and cooed, “Goshiki-Bo.”

“Wakatoshi.” He turned, slightly, and Mr. Utsui sat down next to him with a bit of difficulty. “Ah, what a nice night, hm?” he tried to hide his cough.

“Yes.” the young man said.

Mr. Utsui sighed, tapping his fingers and looking off at the side, towards the stars. “H-How is Shiratorizawa?”

“We won against Karasuno a few days ago. My team and I are going to nationals.”

Mr. Utsui smiled. “Ah, perfect, perfect, good for you. I’m happy that it makes you happy.” Wakatoshi looked down. He did not feel anything. The dream that had woken him up this morning has scared him. He had no idea why. “You trained hard for this, hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad my son has come all this way. You’ve gotten so big and strong! Tell me, do the twins bother you? I hope the farm work isn't too much either. But you’re 18 now, and-,”

Wakatoshi stood up. He took a deep breath. He simply took off his kimono.

Mr. Utsui blinked. “‘Toshi?”

“I’m going for a run.” The boy ran without a word to his father. He was glad Mr. Utsui didn’t follow. Because Wakatoshi began to cry.

After a good ten minute run, Wakatoshi took yet another shower once he got back. He now wore his pajamas. A big shirt he had been gifted once from Mr. Utsui, and Pokemon themed pants he got from Satori a year ago.

Wakatoshi went to the entrance of his home, holding Yuri’s hands. It was time to say goodbye to Yuri-Chan. “Your Grandma is so weird.” they giggled, trying to hush their voice. That made no sense to him, really. Grandmother Nijiko heard everything.

“She is my blood. I got it from her.” Yuri giggled and kissed him softly, and he did in return. “You’re so weird~,”

“Yes.” He wanted to go inside already. He needed to think of what the matter was with his father. But he needed to also stall for Yuri to feel safe.

“Heh, okay, tomorrow is my practice.” They pulled him close and cooed, “I’ll see you?”

“Of course.” He stared at their features. He remembered hearing a few opposing volleyball players try to bully Yuri. He made sure they lost within two sets. For Yuri was like a flower to Wakatoshi- they had a timeless beauty. He loved staring at the shape of their eyes, how their nose scrunched ever so slightly when they smiled, and especially, when their irises dilated. He never felt such an intense feeling pull himself toward her.

They hugged him tightly. “Love you, ‘Toshi-Chan.”

“I love you too.”

After another kiss, Yuri-Chan’s aunt pulled up in her car. With another wave, Yuri had disappeared from his grasp. Wakatoshi was all alone.

☆彡

The Last Set. Wakatoshi took his stance as one of the outer blockers. He watched the ball be served by the Karasuno Crows. The Samurai Crow, Asahi, paused before spiking, causing Wakatoshi to miss his timing on the block. On the next turn, when Kenjiro sets, Wakatoshi returns his point as he spikes against the block. In games, he lets Satori do the blocking, since he is better. Wakatoshi is smart, he has no doubt about that in this sport, but he knows his teammate’s instinctual guess is better than anything. When Satori went left, Wakatoshi followed and blocked it correctly. He quietly nodded as Satori beamed with pride.

After another few more scores, Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden point Karasuno took. His eyebrows were raised as he drank his water. He was surprised by the new attack Karasuno made. Never in his years of volleyball research, of play, did he believe it could work against his strong team, or actually score. They were extremely fearless.

Wakatoshi frowned at himself when Reon missed. But now he can make a point to honor him, and also win back the lead. As he spiked, he spotted the little short Libero, the Lightning Bolt Crow Yu. He frowned, and he spiked quickly to his left. It was quick, causing a jolt of pain to his shoulder, but it did the trick for them to get a point.

Despite that, the Blond Crow, Kei, tried to go against him. Which made him annoyed. This tiny blocker, tried to go against his immeasurable strength? Wakatoshi huffed quietly.

Wakatoshi hated how Kei knew how to one touch, how to time his spikes perfectly. But he didn’t even have the strength like Satori did. He was just a wannabe Satori. And no one is like Satori. And such thoughts, that the young man had, made his strength greater with the stress of the Blond Crow. Kei made a grave mistake. Pissing off the Miracle Boy.

With the next point to be made, and with his new power up that Kei unknowingly gave Wakatoshi, the Miracle Boy then, out of pure anger, made sure he could not play. Using his entire body weight, he made sure that Kei was out. Against Kei’s perfect block, Wakatoshi had spiked so hard to Kei’s right fingers, he heard the crack.

As Wakatoshi landed, he turned away. He had scored. And Kei would be gone.

After Karasuno’s kerfuffle of Kei’s condition, now Wakatoshi could serve. Now that the Blond Crow was gone, just a few more points were made by him and Wakatoshi could see Father.

“Bring it!” Karasuno yelled.

Bring it? Wakatoshi thought. How amusing. He will. He threw the ball up, jumped, and struck it hard. The Samurai Crow hit it in the air, his skin turning red from impact. Typical. Karasuno was playing yet another synchronized attack. But Wakatoshi saw how Satori eyed Sugawara’s shoes, and jumped immediately. The Captain relaxed at seeing Satori’s correct guess, and watched. He watched Satori glare down at the boy, a blush blooming on his pale cheeks. Wakatoshi could not help but smirk to himself as well.

The Eagles were soaring far above the Crows.

The Last Set. Wakatoshi, being a not loud person, clapped for Satori as the rest of his team screamed. Satori’s blocks were always one to be celebrated. His skills were amazing, and were an important asset to the team.

After switching sides, Wakatoshi served. But he can feel himself getting tired, as he jumped he got a blurry vision and hit the ball to the net. He makes a genuine apology, deciding to let his team do some more of the heavy lifting. After all, the Blond Crow was gone.

But seeing the Chibi-Chan, Shoyo Hinata, Wakatoshi stood taller. He scowled at the boy. Kenjiro sensed his anger, and set the ball to the Ace. Now he spiked it down. But no. As if the boy was blessed only with his speed, he saw, in awe, how the boy caught the damn ball with his face. Satori missed his spike, the two comrades tched at the boy. Wakatoshi could feel his and Satori’s hatred at the boy’s talentless smile. Even more so, what made Wakatoshi steam further was that Shoyo still scored points. Not only was he reckless, he always just went for his head. It made the Ace sick to his stomach. Ungrateful runt.

Wakatoshi had not doubted he wouldn’t win, but now he wanted to crush the small boy. He wanted to win just as bad as he did.

After the next loss, due to Satori’s overthinking, Wakatoshi tried not to chuckle at seeing Satori get yelled at by the Coach. Despite the hilarity, now the Captain had to make up for Satori’s lost concentration. Right now he couldn’t depend on him. Right now he needs to win. Even if Satori can’t pick up his slack.

The first years’ reckless quick attack. Wakatoshi hated it. Speed was all he had. Nothing like the great rival Wakatoshi had expected him to be; no, just Stupid, Small, Sly Shoyo.

Wakatoshi can hear Yuri-Chan cheer loudly from the bleachers with his school. He heard his school cheer proudly after Eita’s no touch serve, only to find Karasuno's ridiculous cheering. Now he turned around, to his team, and he furrowed his brows. He looked upon their glistening faces. “We Shall Finish This.” Now all of Shiratorizawa sang aloud. Perfect. A traditional song. A traditional strength of his. He will beat all of Karasuno, if he has to, to the ground.

Wakatoshi watched as Shoyo reflected his spike, and made what should’ve been his point, theirs. He never wanted anything more than to crush Shoyo as he did to Kei. He clenched his fists and turned away.

Goshiki talked. Gushed about the Shrimp. “Can you believe it, Wakatoshi? It’s like his speed can power through your strength!” The Ace said nothing in response.

Stupid Shoyo....he shouldn’t have done that at all.

Goshiki was trying to prove himself, to help Wakatoshi’s previous loss- Wakatoshi felt like he was trying to watch paint dry.

In retaliation, Wakatoshi hit hard against the New Crow despite the Samurai Crow’s time block that he copied from the Blond Crow. But now he felt his arm throb. Store. He would need to wait until he can use all of his strength to beat them. To finish this. But first, Wakatoshi needed to calm himself down.

He needed a replacement.

Wakatoshi turned to the smaller, youngest member. He put his hand on his shoulder, and made strong eye contact. “Goshiki. Do not panic, you have much talent. Let us finish this.”

Wakatoshi moved out of the way, and he caught his breath. Goshiki made a great point. As he planned. As he should. So he can finish beautifully. It was often like the paintings his Uncle Hideaki would make, little colors mixing in, adding up to the pine forests next to the Ushijima Acres. What Goshiki did was pure art. With a serve to get them back in the lead. With Goshiki’s now flared ego, Wakatoshi knew he could lead this. He had successfully stored up enough energy, and calmed himself down-

A tie.

He noticed Coach staring at him. As Captain, as Ace, as a Volleyball Player. He needed to win for him as well. He lowered his stance. Kenjiro made the set to, The Traditional Wakatoshi, The Traditional Strength, The God, spiked hard to the Libero Crow. The ball flew past.

One More Point. Wakatoshi heard. One More Point. Because they are stronger.

But who came running back? Just as they were winning, for one more point. The Blond Crow had flown back to the game.

The Last Set. 15 Shiratorizawa. 14 Karasuno.

Wakatoshi wanted to crush his dreams, and now his other fingers. Yunohama came in, but Satori read failed on a part of the play against Tobio. Wakatoshi wanted to say something to the Blond Crow. But he realized he did not despise him like Shoyo. Only found him as an obstacle to crush.

Wakatoshi reminded Kenjiro. “Use me mercilessly.” He had enough stamina. He needed to be ready to beat the dreams of these foolish crows. As Reon made the ball go up, Wakatoshi struck Kenjiro’s fake set, right at Kei. He stared him down during their fall. He felt himself puff out his chest. He talked with his glowing eyes, as if saying, I can beat you.

Wakatoshi needed to serve again, but at the stupid Libero. He felt his thighs shake as he readied himself. He leaped up high, and hit the net to fool them.

But it didn’t work.

Satori couldn’t block the return attack. And now Karasuno was in the lead. Despite how hard Wakatoshi used his strength to get through the Blond Crow. During Coach’s timeout, Wakatoshi squeezed the pouches the twins had packed for him. Every game. Every practice. The twins packed him a little juice pouch.

He relaxed. His legs really needed to sit. A lot. Despite how tired he was from that run, he caught his breath. Kenjiro asked if he can still be used. He saw his teammate’s red, exhausted faces. This game was worrying them. Karasuno was in the lead.

Wakatoshi agreed with a warm smile. Because now he can win, with real, strong teamwork. Everyone depended on him. “Use me.”

On the court, the Libero saved it from the Samurai crow’s attack. Meaning he can serve, and he- It didn’t count. He tried to push it far. But his shoulder ached. Stupid Shoyo. Too late. He was too quick. Wakatoshi felt his muscles ache, like quiet screams.

This time, he spiked inside. Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi was breathing heavily. But, he looked up, and grunted out of happiness. Stupid Shoyo!! He thought to himself.

Reon served. But, Shoyo made the next point.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi smiled though, when Shoyo tried to quick attack, and Satori blocked it. But he didn’t grimace out of disappointment. He only kept thinking.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi watched the ball on the next attack. He watched Hinata not jump. His legs froze. Stupid Shoyo. He congratulated Goshiki on the new point, with a nod as he went to the net.

He watched the ball slowly fall as a new play began. Another point-

The Libero. Wakatoshi felt the ball slip through his block. He hated the feeling as he grimaced at the passing and quick sting to his pinky. Wakatoshi stood and watched the Blond Crow figure out their attacks, he couldn’t help but now feel the same sense of annoyance as with Shoyo. He needed to truly show them who was going to win.

The Last Set. Hinata served. They do a minus tempo back attack. Shoyo spiked at Taichi. When he failed, Wakatoshi picked it up and yelled at his server. It’s time. Merciless Attack.

He wanted to hit. He wanted to hit Stupid Shoyo’s face so hard. Kenjiro noted Wakatoshi’s burning fury. Goshiki whimpered under his breath as he ran. But Wakatoshi flew up, and he spiked it to three blockers. But he spiked it right at their setter.

No point. The ball went up.

His nose flared, and he grunted underneath his breath.

Those crows.

Those.

Those damn crows.

THOSE BASTARD CROWS DARED DEFY HIM. HE HAD NEVER FELT SUCH HEAT IN HIS BODY; AS IF LAVA HAD BEEN SPURTING OUT OF HIM IN RAGE. SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO CROWS WEAKLY FIGHT; SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO WEAKLY TRY AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST HIS STRENGTH. HE WAS PINNING THEM DOWN.

THE BALD CROW PICKED IT UP. CHANCE BALL.

WAKATOSHI COULDN’T STOP. HE NEEDED TO FIGHT.

STUPID SHOYO NEEDED TO LOSE!

This time, Shoyo flew up in the all out quick attack. Wakatoshi saw the ball. Where it went. Down. On his side. He felt his throat being choked, by someone.

Beneath him.

Wakatoshi saw it. He shook Shoyo’s hand and walked away. His face was grim. He saw Coach;s face staring at Shoyo. He noted how Satori was painted, with a tear falling down his face. How Goshiki sobbed. Reon staring at his hand. The Libero panting, his face a bright red.

Wakatoshi heard it. A flat thanks. No one spoke. Except the single mutter, “I thought we couldn’t lose.”

Wakatoshi smelled the salt, he saw the youngest shake and cry, hugging his broad body. A single, disappointed turn from the Coach. A flat, “hit 100 serves when we get back.”

“Wakatoshi, didn’t you get mad?” Satori asked.

Wakatoshi felt his body relax. His inner thigh was being stretched out. He paused. “I wanted to say I am stronger than them. Isn’t that childish? I wanted to say it.”

“Childish reasons are what drives us. What a great game.” A pause. “I’m quitting volleyball. I’m going to watch you on TV and brag about how we were best friends.” Satori giggled. “It’ll be fun to be interviewed about you when you get big and famous!”

21 Karasuno. 19 Shiratorizawa.

He turned away to the bright smiles of the first year duo. The Great Eagles had lost their feathers.

Wakatoshi woke up with a gasp as he held his throat. He panted, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest. He groaned quietly, and he held his head.

It was a dream. A Dream.

Stupid Shoyo...he had invaded his dreams. And Wakatoshi looked at his left hand. He held the trophy.

He had held the trophy. Not the Karasuno Crows. He did. He touched it. And no one else could ever take that feeling away from him.

Wakatoshi turned on the bath again in his personal restroom, and got in. He sat in complete silence, and he filled the bucket with water. He dumped it upon himself. It was cold. He let his body shiver. He let himself sink as he weakly washed himself.

He heard his dad snore a few rooms down. But the worst thing that Wakatoshi did that night was cry.

☆彡

Wakatoshi knocked on the door to Coach Washijo’s room. “Wakatoshi-kun, come in.”

The boy walked inside, and blinked softly. He wore his school uniform, freshly ironed. “Coach Washijo. May I sit down?”

“Of course.” Wakatoshi pulled out the chair, and sat, he looked at his feet. Coach Washijo sighed, and he looked to the windows. “You know it, hm?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “We do not deserve this trophy.”

“I am already surprised you finished your punishment. I am extremely disappointed by the fact you brought the Chibi-Chan on our school grounds before. And for the game itself, Captain.”

Wakatoshi moved the chairs aside and he got on his knees, bowing his head. “I do not deserve the title as Captain.”

“Neither does anyone else on the team, son. But, I was the one who called you in here,” Coach Washijo went to him, and tapped his back. Wakatoshi slowly got up, and looked down. “I am proud. Don’t tell the others this, Wakatoshi-kun. That was a close game. I need you to practice with everyone. Get everyone ready for the Nationals. You deserve it.”

Wakatoshi bowed. “Thank you, Coach.”

As he left, his mind became fogged. How, how could he have even let himself be seen like that? Coach knew. Coach and he are the only ones, only ones who know the Karasunos were so, so so close to becoming the winners.

So.

Close.

Wakatoshi turned to the restroom quickly, and he began to breathe heavily. He loosened his tie as he stared into the sink. That close. Two points away from his dreams, his father, everything he had known into the sink, washed away because of Shoyo.

“STUPID SHOYO!”

With the force of thunder, he punched the mirror. He panted, and looked at his reflection. The mirror didn’t shatter. The boy sighed as he turned on the sink, and washed his face. He rinsed it, as the water turned hot. Hot. Hot. Hot-

He held onto the sink, gasping for air. He remembered it. He remembered his mother scrubbing him fiercely with a wood scrubber. “Wakatoshi you need to start scrubbing!” She picked at his hair. “You need to start getting off those dead skin cells!” She ripped off anything that came off him. “Or else no one will like you! You wanna end up like your Dad? I married him out of pity! He was supposed to give me money!”

Wakatoshi held onto the sink, panting again as he washed his face. No. No he did not want to be like his father. Injured. No, that's why he ate well. He treated his body well. Run no less than five laps around the acres. Avoid the tree stump to the right. He could never, ever end up like his dad.

He threw his head up and panted as he stared at himself. His skin was pink. He felt nothing on his skin. He only sighed. He grabbed the paper towels and wiped his face. He started to cry.

He was so close to ending up like his Dad. Like Tooru. No. He is strong. He got to Nationals.

He’s living his true, and only dream.

Then why is The Miracle Boy panicking?

☆彡

The lunch room was bustled, filled with happy and chattering students from the game that happened a week ago. The chefs served sushi today. Yuri was away in the auditorium for practice.

Wakatoshi ate with his team. Satori smiled. “Wow! Did Yuri give you good luck concerts for their concert, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“No.” he responded, eating a salmon roll after.

Eita sighed, “Well, I hear they’re playing with that new transfer, Choboyo-kun.”

Wakatoshi looked up, and scowled. “Oh.”

“Ooh, Eita-kun you’re going to get Wakatoshi-kun so angry!!” Satori laughed.

Wakatoshi continued to eat, and he frowned as he looked down. It was one of his worst flaws. Jealousy. Shoyo. Tooru. Despite how they collapsed, how they looked up in anger, he knew they still probably had nice days. Tooru probably was nice with his nephew. Shoyo had hugged his best friends. Wakatoshi had his teammates and the twins. Yuri and he had been dating for a year, four months, and 27 days. The thought of Yuri being with another boy, of course it was rational he would get upset.

Besides, Yuri never told him of anything remotely close to the concert for that night. He continued to eat. He would tell them later.

☆彡

Wakatoshi slammed the ball against the ball in a beat. One two, one two three. He remembered the beat from a lullaby his Uncle Ushijima Hideaki sang to him. He threw the ball up, and ran, staring at the ball. He wanted nothing more, like Left Handing Hideaki, than to show his strength. He hit the other side of the net.

Satori, Goshiki, and Kenjiro were across Wakatoshi. Taichi and Eita were with Wakatoshi. He watched as Satori took the first hit, giving Kenjiro time to serve to Goshiki. Wakatoshi moved with Taichi to go for a block. Wakatoshi jumped early, but blocked Goshiki’s spike.

“One touch!” Taichi yelled. He jumped down, as Wakatoshi quickly caught the ball and moved it up. Eita made a pretty decent set. Wakatoshi did not want to upset him by saying it was much too far from the net, but he jumped.

Satori jumped perfectly. A great timing block.

Wakatoshi froze. He saw Satori’s crazy blood red eyes flash into the Blond Crow. Wakatoshi smacked down the ball.

“FUCK!”

The game stopped, and everyone went to Satori’s hand. He winced quietly, and he flexed his middle finger. His comrades gasped out of grotesque. “Wakatoshi-kun! Shit-, you do scare me!”

“Sorry.” Wakatoshi panted. He was sweaty. He was sticky and sweaty. He wanted to shower.

“Is everything—?” Coach Saito started.

“Let’s put Hayato in while we practice.” Wakatoshi grabbed the ball, walking over. “We need to make sure we win the next game.”

“Captain, we did win.” Goshiki gently took Satori close, wrapping his fingers with a tape.

Wakatoshi scowled. He didn’t want to admit to his comrades they barely won. Stupid Shoyo almost took away their name of the Great Eagles. But he turned away. “One more game, then Eita and I shall take Satori to Nurse Yui.”

Everyone gave a hesitant agreement. Wakatoshi sighed, he banged the ball against the wooden ground. He looked across the net.

Six players in black and orange uniforms. Goshiki’s hair had faded to the Captain Crow. The foolish Lightning Libero Crow. Kenjiro looked so much like Tobio.

Wakatoshi twitched. He threw the ball up. Not again. Not again. He leaped into the air, and he felt- no he saw Goshiki move. Shoyo. He spiked hard, past Hayato, past Goshiki’s defense, so hard the ball had flown to the ceiling, and had gotten stuck in a beam.

Wakatoshi panted, his muscles spasming, and he looked at Goshiki with anger. He showed him. He showed him he is the strongest. He showed him no matter how hard he would train like Tooru he would not—

Satori gripped his arm. Wakatoshi stopped breathing. His best friend frowned. “Wakatoshi. You won.”

☆彡

Yuri smiled and they held Wakatoshi’s hand. They had been wandering the neighborhood for awhile, and now Yuri was just beginning to look at the music stores and babbling about their new deep desire for something about a gem. They said it would make the music sound crystal clear.

“Is it not clear already?” The boy asked.

“Silly! No!! It needs to be perfect for the concert!”

The concert. Wakatoshi followed them around, and after the eighth story about how they loved little stuffed animals, he asked, “Who is Choboyo?”

“And- huh? Oh! Choboyo-Senpai! He’s in university, so he offered to play with me! He’s a little bit much though...”

Wakatoshi went closer as Yuri continued in telling their story. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuri looked over and sighed. “Because look at you! Wakatoshi-Chan, you’re slouching. Don’t worry, he’s only in the background of my performance for tomorrow. Now come on! Chin up~! I need to pick out a good outfit for tomorrow! I wanted you to help!”

Wakatoshi was too tired to disagree, despite him having promised his mother to babysit the twins. That morning. He knew Grandmother Nijiko would tell Ms. Ushijima, and he knew he would be subjected to the marsh cleaning, but, seeing Yuri’s smile as they picked out a strawberry shirt for their suit, was enough for him to think;

“Who cares?”

Wakatoshi was benched. Coach Saito had explained to Wakatoshi that he had to maintain his speed before he could be put back on the court. Which was perfect. During lunch, privately, he practiced. It was better for him then.

No more Karasuno Crows.

But tonight, the concert hall had changed. However, Wakatoshi's face was non wipeable of his scowl. He wore a hand me down of Mr. Utsui’s suit. It smelled horrible. It was stiff.

“Ah~, Yuri-kun!” Choboyo was indeed a young man, with a stubble, messy and sleek white hair, his eyes a never-ending black.

Wakatoshi scowled as he watched Yuri hug him. Yuri wore a lovely green suit, their hair pulled back.

They were so beautiful.

“Choboyo! This is my boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s a volleyball player- He’s going to the National Championship!”

The young men stared at each other. Wakatoshi nodded. “Good luck.”

“We say break a leg, actually.” He only despised him even more, now. “Come on, Yuri,” Wakatoshi eyed his hand. His right hand lingered on Yuri’s waist, on their shoulders, and on their hands.

Wakatoshi sighed to himself.

Yuri turned. “Is something wrong?” Choboyo also looked, raising a white eyebrow of his. Wakatoshi gripped his fists and he scowled at Choboyo.

“You like Yuri-Chan. My partner.”

“Wakatoshi—!”

“I won’t lie.” Choboyo took his hands off Yuri, “They’re very attractive.”

Wakatoshi widened his eyes. He didn’t expect the man to just admit it. It was almost like he was trying to be a pervert.

“E-excuse us,” Yuri put a hand to Choboyo’s chest. “I-I’ll be right there.” Yuri sighed as Choboyo smirked to himself, kissed their hand, and walked away.

Wakatoshi stepped closer. “Do you not see this? He’s a pervert.”

“It’s one performance,” Yuri said, rubbing their arm. “Don’t you realize this is why I’ve been asking you to be with me? W-why I’ve been playing more around you, and not practicing here? I know.”

He blinked. He wanted to say something. Anything. He gulped. He blinked. “Yuri-Chan. I do not think you should play with him.”

Yuri looked up with teary eyes. “If you’re not going to be here to support me right now, I-I want you to leave. I can’t do this right now, ‘Toshi. I want to take a break.”

He gulped. “Yuri, perhaps you should think straight. D-don’t—.”

“I’ll see you around.” They turned around, and just like that, Wakatoshi again, was alone.

☆彡

Wakatoshi locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed. It creaked. Across the hall, he heard the twins.

The twins.

He got up as fast as he could, and he went to their room. Everything in the room was painted pink, and had little birds that twittered happily with the characters of bird songs next to their beaks. The room was split into Mayumi’s play space, and then Kazane’s.

Wakatoshi squatted down.

The twins were on the floor, Mayumi’s foot was in her mouth. Kazane was trying to climb back in her crib. Her left hand was on the crib. Wakatoshi picked up Kazane, and started to hum.

Before he had heard his mother and father fight, he actually wanted to sing. He remembered seeing his father’s sisters all perform and sing. It made him stare in awe. The twirling of their batons, of their voices, their silks. Wakatoshi adored it. He once thought of himself there, dancing.

It was Grandfather Ushijima Touma who frowned at catching him. “Nijiko.” he had stated firmly. “He is pretending to be a daughter.” Wakatoshi had never felt such pain as he did that evening.

But being an artist was worse. That was when they discovered he had a tendency to write with his left hand. Just like the exiled Uncle Hideaki. He was supposedly in Germany.

“You had let him draw?!” cried Ms. Ushijima. Her parents stood next to her. She gripped his hand. “Does this look right to you? Huh, Takashi?!”

It was only his father. Little, nothing for brains, Mr. Utsui, who stood in front of his son. “He’s just a boy! He’ll use it for-for something great! You just wait!”

Wakatoshi picked up Mayumi as well, and began to hum. He began to quietly sing the lullaby. An old song. It was about change. About the discovery of an island. About how the tide changed with each roll onto the warm sand. Yes, everything to the nude eye was the same, but change happened. With tradition, came slow, but sure, change.

He lifted his baby sisters above him. He teared up. “This forbidden, new world, on a summer day we meet.” Mayumi was the only one awake now. He hummed as he knelt beside her. “On a summer day, we will meet again, Imoto-san.”

“Wakatoshi?” The boy turned, with teary eyes as Mayumi drifted into sleep. Mr. Utsui stood there, his mouth slack open. He closed it. “I didn’t know you sang.”

“Me either.” Wakatoshi stood up.

Mr. Utsui looked away, “Ah- well, Wakatoshi, why don’t we go outside?” He nodded and stood, awkwardly following him outside.

The sun was setting to the west of the Ushijima Acres. Wakatoshi sat on an old swing. Mr. Utsui sat next to him. Wakatoshi made sure not to look at his father; for he smelled horribly.

“Son, I- well, I have some news about you and your sisters.” Wakatoshi looked at him. Mr. Utsui had gained many splotches of white on his face, and wrinkles.

“Yes?”

“I got a job out of Miyagi Prefecture. I’m taking the twins with me. You will continue to live with your mother.”

Wakatoshi paused. He looked out at the sunset. “No.”

Mr. Utsui wheezed out of his age, “I beg your pardon?”

“You have not been here for the divorce. You were not there for Oka-san when she gave birth. You were not there to take care of the girls. You were not even here for me.” Wakatoshi looked at the sun, and it disappeared.

“You do not deserve the twins.”

The boy got up, before he stopped. His shirt was caught on something. He tugged. To no avail. He tugged and he- Wakatoshi had stumbled, back, he was trying to regain himself.

But everything flashed.

Yuri.

Kazane.

Mayumi.

Mr. Utsui.

Ms. Ushijima.

Grandmother Nijiko

Grandfather Touma.

Kei.

Shoyo.

Himself.

Wakatoshi had fallen into the marsh, and he had passed out into the water.

☆彡

Wakatoshi awoke, to Kazane biting his finger. He gasped, and he groaned. He began to gently flex his body, and groan again. “O-oka-san-?”

“Hold still.” Ms. Ushijima scrubbed his body. “You nearly drowned in the lake. Ugh, look at the water! Oka-san!” she cried. She wore a bra- she never wore such things. Sweatpants?

Were Satori’s theories true? Did alternate universes exist?

“Oka-san- agh- I-I cannot-,”

Ms. Ushijima smacked his face. Satori was wrong, alternate universes did not exist. “Still, I said! You banged up your knee pretty badly.”

Wakatoshi sat up, practically leapt up, but he moaned loudly in pain. “N-No, no. No- O-oka-san- please- I can’t-!”

“Shut up, you’ll heal if you sit still!”

Wakatoshi looked up, and started to cry. “I-I won’t win. Oka-san,” he hugged her, he cried in her neck. “I-I won't a-able to play! I’ll fail at nationals! Tell me!!” He held her tightly as he looked at her.

Ms. Ushijima stared down at her son.

Wakatoshi had clear snot on his upper lip. His tears were salty, and stained his cheeks as they dripped down into the tub. He was only in his bare underwear. The water was marshy. He had a rose colored bruise blossom on his knee.

Ms. Ushijima took his chin. “Listen to me, Wakatoshi. If you sit absolutely still, I’ll see what I can do. Just,” she heard the baby whimper.

“O-oni. . .” one of the twins started to cry.

Wakatoshi sniffled, and he looked at Kazane. Ms. Ushijima gave the baby to him. “Kazane-kun, go comfort your Oni-tan.”

“Oni~!” Kazane wrapped her chubby arms around him, then Mayumi as Ms. Ushijima placed her on him. Mayumi, adorably, finished her sister’s sentence, “tan!”

Wakatoshi smiled, and he softly cried, as Ms. Ushijima lifted up his right leg. “It’s alright, Wakatoshi-tan, I’m here.” She held it with care, and repeated, quietly as she wet some rags, “I’m here.”

☆彡

It was the night of the concert. Wakatoshi wore his school outfit, despite it being the weekend. He told his parents it’s on school grounds. They did not argue.

Goshiki found out about his injury. He had gotten the word out. Wakatoshi had been numb the entire night. He went to bed the night before, sleeping with his sisters in their room. He had awoken to their stuffed animals on his face.

Mr. Utsui chuckled about how their first word was for their elder brother. Grandmother Nijiko spoke nothing as she ate breakfast with him.

Satori sat next to Wakatoshi, wearing a hoodie, and he smiled. “Yuri-kun looks awfully pretty today, huh Wakatoshi-kun~?”

Wakatoshi said nothing. He only looked down. Strangely, he did not want to get up this morning. He did not want to do anything. He felt as if he should retire from life.

The Miracle Boy was supposed to be strong.

Never to get hurt.

And yet, here he was. Pathetically existing next to his family. He did not even mention to them that Yuri did not love him anymore. He did not tell anyone, either, of his sisters moving away from him.

They sat on his lap though, pacifiers in their mouths.

“Wakatoshi-kun, your sisters are so so so cute!” Satori laughed as he picked up Mayumi. She began to whine, aher pigtails bouncing as her blue eyes stared at Satori in fury. She fussed before Wakatoshi gently put her on his lap.

“She does not like to be held from under the arms. Only by her stomach, Despite her being ticklish there, she loves it.”

Satori smiled softly. “You love them a lot. Were they there for you when-?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “Yes. They were born right after. Oka-san was tired. They kept me company.” He paused. “I do not know what to do without them.”

Satori sighed softly, “I understand.”

The lights dimmed. A hush over the audience. The auditorium was huge and packed.

Yuri, and Choboyo came out. Yuri was so uncomfortable. Their eyes looked down at the ground. Choboyo grabbed the microphone. “Thank you, everyone, for our performance tonight! I gotta say- Yuri has something great planned out!”

The two turned to the middle of the stage. Yuri nodded. They held a different violin. It was not theirs.

Choboyo went to his grand piano proudly, and he looked at Yuri’s body, then at their eyes. They both looked at each other, finally, nodded and looked away. After a few seconds, Choboyo started off.

Wakatoshi hated it. He pounded a key, then followed it as if he was trying to sing a love song for Yuri.

Despite the famous classical song, it was still the one Yuri had played what seemed like eons ago. The Swan.

Here it went by the Carnival of Animals.

But Wakatoshi knew what Yuri was trying to replicate. But their music, their bow, the sound made Wakatoshi cringe.

It was not the joy, peaceful, calm song Yuri played in the land. Here, mixed in with Choboyo’s romantic noise; was their song of sorrow. They focused, as if on the music, and not on their own play.

Wakatoshi looked down. Two birds. One defeated. Another attack for more.

The song ended.

Wakatoshi clapped, his hands smacking like thunder, and Yuri looked at him, just for a moment. They went backstage, and the next duo came out. The song was the infamous Clair De Lune.

“Wakatoshi?”

He looked at his dad beside him. Mr. Utsui showered the night before due to falling in the marsh to save Wakatoshi. He had done his hair. He had also shaved.

“Your mother and I talked, we decided that I’ll live here. After my first paycheck I’ll get a good car, so I can drive in and out of the Prefecture. And, son?” Mr. Utsui moved in closer.

Wakatoshi suddenly teared up. When he was little, he remembered exactly how his father smelled when he protected him from the traditional rules that had ached his once frail bones.

Like hot sand.

Mr. Utsui, in that moment, murmured into Wakatoshi’s ear, as the song had ended, “I am so proud you got into Nationals. Keep working hard. Keep getting stronger for us.”

As Wakatoshi’s hot tears fell, he whispered, looking at his father, “T-Thank you, Oto-san.”

☆彡

Wakatoshi had bounced the ball. He stood firmly on his right leg. He breathed in deeply. He eyed his friend across from him, and Mr. Utsui who held the twins. Mayumi was on the sand, babbling and trying to eat it.

“Imoto-san, do not try to eat the sand, okay?” Wakatoshi looked across to his sister.

“Oni~!” Kazane cried with a laugh.

Wakatoshi chuckled, and he gently bounced the ball. The sand underneath his sneakers. His deep and panting breath. He looked at his friend with a soft smile.

Satori panted himself, his red hair sticking to his forehead. He only smiled widely with happiness.

Wakatoshi breathed deeply, and calmed himself.

Satori and he, underneath the midnight moon.

Wakatoshi served. Satori dived under and threw the ball up, before spiking. Wakatoshi, with great speed, blocked and Satori read him. Satori gathered himself again to throw the ball, set, then spike. Now Wakatoshi served it to himself, and he quickly set it. He now went to the left, and spiked hard right. Satori tried to follow for a moment, before he watched the ball slam beside him. Satori, however, blocked enough to make a dump. Wakatoshi nodded.

A great defense.

Satori smiled with a small breath of relief, “Wakatoshi-kun, I love playing with you, but you scare me.”

The young man smiled as he went underneath the net to get it. “I try my best to be a Strong Monster as well.”

“How scary!” Satori gasped, and Wakatoshi took the ball. He spun the ball as Mr. Utsui cheered happily.

“Go Wakatoshi-kun!”

“Are you okay? I know your dad is back.” Satori said quietly.

Wakatoshi turned around. “It’s okay. I-I’m not happy he is back.”

Satori widened his eyes. “Oh?”

Wakatoshi sat beside him against the barn. The Ushijima space was so peaceful now. Not in a flash as he usually saw it. Wakatoshi took a deep breath again. “He came to announce he lost his job. He told me he was happy and I was happy. Not that he was proud.” Wakatoshi began to practice throwing the ball up and setting, as if it was instinct. “I was thinking. I am not happy. We nearly lost, Satori.”

His friend looked up at the stars. “I wanted to quit after that game.”

Wakatoshi stopped. He looked at his friend. “But you have so much—,”

“Those memories won’t stop flowing. Once we win nationals, Wakatoshi-kun, that’s when I’ll stop. Seeing your smile hold that big, big trophy, that’s when I’ll quit. Because then you won’t need me, and I won’t need you anymore.” Satori smiled. “I love you.”

Wakatoshi opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it. He closed his eyes, before he looked at Satori. “I love you too, Satori. Thank you for being by my side.”

They both, slowly, turned to gaze at the stars.

“So, you’ll recommend me for a movie interview, right Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Perhaps.”

☆彡

Snow drifted down. It fell against Yuri’s umbrella.

“Wait!”

Yuri stopped walking, and took out their earbuds as they turned around. They widened their eyes. “Wakatoshi-ch-? What are you- Why are you running?” Yuri started.

Wakatoshi winced, and he sighed. He hid a huge dandelion bouquet behind his back, with a small box.

“Yuri-Chan.” the young man panted, “I-I am not the strongest. I lost a lot of things in the past few days. I gained some of them back.” He showed the bouquet, and the box.

“I should have focused on you, my flower. On your music. I went to your concert. You did not practice, did you? It is alright. I do not want to jump back to our relationship if you are not ready. I believe we should go back to the beginning, Yuri-Chan. If you like, we can go back to my farm, and I can listen to you play, and play, and play until we fall asleep.”

Wakatoshi, after a moment, opened the box. There was Yuri’s dream sapphire blue rosin. One swipe, said the ad on it, and the bow is brand new.

“I will always love you. But I was not okay. Now, if you take me back, I will be. Then I will never break that promise.”

Yuri looked at his big tearful eyes. “I love you, stupid!” Yuri cried and they jumped on him, tackling him. The couple held each other, with laughter and deep chuckles as they cuddled close in the soft winter wind. In an act of warmth, Yuri hugged. In an act of love, Wakatoshi kissed.

The couple was late for their classes that morning.

☆彡

Wakatoshi rinsed his face in the sink, lightly with cold water. Goshiki stood beside him by making faces. Reon patted the youngster’s back, and laughed. Eita instructed, but also listened to Kenjiro. Satori sang to himself.

The clinking of the lights above the young man began to go into a rhythm. His eyes tilted up, and he blinked. Once. Twice. And again.

He, and his teammates, were in a full purple volleyball outfit. The Number One on his shirt was bold white. His muscles flexed gently when he looked at his short olive hair. His eyes glimmered seeing where he was. How he was there.

The young man smiled to himself.

“Great Eagles.” The young man who played volleyball said, “Let’s finish this.”

#haikyu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu angst #shiratorizawa #Shiratorizawa angst #ushijima angst #ushijima x y/n #hq ushijima #Shiratorizawa Nationals au #ushijima wakatoshi #dee writes #ushijima fluff #anime scenarios #haikyu scenarios #happy birthday Ushijima #:)

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imagineredwood · 4 years

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Hey babe. I don't want you to put too much into it because we already expect too much from POC to begin with but can you give me just a simple small handful of things that you absolutely don't want to see in fanfic?

I had a post like this already but I couldn’t find it because tumblr is trash so here we are 😂

I understand that being vague can be difficult because it’s difficult for me, but being too specific can really throw things off if the person reading doesn’t fit your description. For instance, I knew I had a certain vision when it came to the story I wanted to do for Camila and I didn’t want to have to cut things out and leave out those details that really paint the picture. I do reader inserts all the time. That’s what I do. Literally 90% of my work is reader inserts, maybe even more. I’ve created a name for myself here by doing that, so that’s what the bulk of my work is, but I also want to show what other things I can do. Show how well I can paint a picture and tell a story. You can’t do that as well when the reader has no attributes. So that being said

Don’t mention the “readers” hair color/length/texture etc. “Flowing blonde hair”

Don’t mention the reader's skin tone/color/texture

Don’t mention their height/weight/body type or build

Don’t throw in backstory like “your 5 siblings” “Growing up without a mom” “coming from an abusive home” things like that. You may relate, other’s don’t

Don’t substitute Daddy with Papi. We’ve been over this a million times

It's very easy to see which writer is writing something self-indulgent and just trying to pass it off as a reader insert. And writing self-indulgent work is fine! It’s great! Sometimes self-indulgent work comes out the best! I never thought that Cam’s story would make it as far as it did because I created her out of thin air and she’s not actually real, yet people have really enjoyed it because it came from the heart. It was something I created that made me happy and it showed, so people love it just like I do. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea and that’s ok but a good amount of people have really enjoyed the story.

But to label something as ______ x reader, and then describe yourself or your OC, that’s not how this works. You’re lying to people, whether you want to see it that way or not. And there are also other subtle nuances that people sometimes don’t even realize that they’re doing. Keep in mind that:

Dark-skinned or black people don’t blush. They feel the heat, but their face doesn’t “turn pink”. Instead, try saying “They felt the heat rise to their cheeks and ears” Same thing for light or dark skin, but you’re not excluding anyone who can’t physically have pink cheeks

Certain hair lengths/textures or curl patterns don't just let you run your fingers through their hair. Someone with 4c hair can’t have that done as easily as someone with straight hair. Someone with no hair can’t either, or someone with a protective style.

Not every Latino is Mexican. If someone asks for a Latinx reader and they don’t specify, don’t start going off about elotes and family in Juarez when that might not be where they’re from. There's a shitload of Latin American countries, Mexico isn’t the only one. Of course, you can’t include every single culture, so don’t. Just use some Spanish if you know any, maybe family dynamics, things like that.

Not everyone’s nipples are pink. Fair-skinned people have pink nipples, and not even all of them. Black, Latina, Asian, women usually tend to have brown nipples. Some lighter, some darker, but not “pretty pink” Associating pink nipples with being the pretty ones is a microaggression in itself.

Afro-Latinos exist. Just because someone asked for a Latina reader, doesn’t automatically make her medium skinned. Dark-skinned Latinos are real and it isn’t fair to count them out. So unless the reader requested a lighter skinned latina, don’t just do that on your own

Don’t be too hard on yourself if you have done these things. Hell, I’ve written things that excluded MYSELF 😂 When I first started here there was no Mayans MC, it was just SOA and we know how that went. So I always felt like if I didn’t cater to the people who looked like the main characters, I wouldn’t do well. It’s not that I’m comfortable in my own skin and got no problem writing about people that look like me. But I’ve found things like “you blushed” in my own writing when I first started and that excludes darker-skinned people. I’ve tried to correct it in any piece that I find, but I’ve done a lot of work and I don’t have the time to go through every single piece.

If anyone ever finds something that is not inclusive like that, please let me know. There are somethings that I will have to leave because we are all different and there are some things that I won’t be able to include every single person. But something like that where I did the above if you find it let me know which story. I know they’re out there because I’ve found and corrected some myself. I’m not saying I’m perfect and I don’t expect anyone else to do. What I do expect is for people to try. Once you’ve been made aware, don’t brush it off. Address it. If you don’t, that’s your right, but then don’t complain that people don’t read your stuff and you don’t get as much positive feedback as other writers.

It’s nice that you bother to ask babe. The more we can educate people, the more inclusive this space will become❣️

#tagged so it doesn’t disappear again #writing poc #writing advice

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vvanini · 3 years

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whats your favorite obscure hc about each of the losers?

Fucking perfect thank you

1- Mike he reads books or articles like “how to understand woman”, “why women like jerks”, not because he wants to woo woman or is a nice guy or anything but just because he thinks it’s interesting

I don’t think he’d date anyone

Gives great dating advice tho

Reads manga Likes Junji Ito

“The manga/book was better” kind of guy

I don’t know why but I feel like he’d be this ENTP-ish dude who likes to gather information about a lot of useless things and likes to debate He likes film and game theories Watches MatPat for sure

Also he likes The Walking Dead and… zombies in general

Also I’m sorry but he likes Quentin Tarantino and Wes Anderson

He likes grindhouse movies and appreciates the gory details but is chill about it Likes cinematography in general

Watches video essays about movies

2- Richie

Unlike Mike, Richie isn’t chill about gory details and whenever someone gags while watching a movie he goes “You think that’s disgusting??? Lmaoooo that’s nothing.”

He’d be the type of guy who brags about being immune to disturbing shit

Google searches include “top ten disturbing movies of all time” “scariest movies ever” “movies worse than a serbian film”

Still likes pink guy and thinks Joji is a genius

Unironically loves the song “I Love Sex” by Pink Guy and listens to it at least once everyday

Uses Discord a lot

Always starts studying on the last day

I think he’d like history

Not like Mike tho, he just likes textbook history and world wars etc

Plays Hearts of Iron and League of Legends

Also :) he likes to code

he is a Linux >>>>>>>>>> Windows kinda guy

Likes breaking bad

And Rick and Morty

Understands politics really well

His music taste is… anime opening songs

Evangelion especially

Likes science fiction books

Pretends to be a flat-earther/conservative/anti-vax for the meme

3- Ben

LIKES BACKSTREET BOYS

and boy bands in general

he is old school and still carries an mp3 around

Doesn’t use spotify, he illegally downloads songs like a champ :D

Likes story rich games

Especially RPG’s. He really likes Planescape Torment and Baldur’s Gate

Kinda lame about women, like he hears Jordan Peterson say something like “the eternal image of the divine feminine” or some shit like that and he goes “wow poetic. agreed”

Doesn’t read “How to woo women” books like Mike but thinks about it a lot that’s for sure

Likes Audrey Hepburn

And Steinbeck

Saves different versions of the same song to his mp3. “The Less I Know The Better but you’re crying in a bathroom” “The Less I Know The Better Slowed & Reverb Listen With Headphones” “The Less I Know The Better Nightcore”

Shares playlists with Eddie

ALWAYS. ALWAYS waits for the person who’s tying their shoes

He notices if someone is walking behind the group alone and walks back to accompany them

If no one laughs at your joke, he does

Bleached his hair once and regretted it immediately Writes poetry in his free time and makes Stan proofread it

Into psychology

Hands always in pockets

Probably owned lots of lego sets as a kid

People go to him for dating advice because he is seen as this “romantic guy”, I mean he is but he gives terrible dating advice

4-Stan

He likes geography

Literally knows all the flags in the world and all the capitals

Blindfold him and give him a country name, he can show you exactly where it is on the map

Also he plays those google earth games where you get a random location and try to find out which country you’re in/ or try to find the nearest airport

Also I feel like he’d like planes a lot

Idk he just likes things that fly lol. Birds, planes etc.

Likes to read classics

LOVES H. P. Lovecraft

carries little poetry books with him everywhere and reads them he’s so cute

Dark academia is his aesthetic

Can play the piano

Likes to read Ben’s poetry :D

Dark humor

His ringtone is Le Festin :)

Has an instagram account but never posts, just watches people’s stories

Very photogenic tho.

He’s a man of culture. He likes visiting aquariums and museums

Hates zoos tho, thinks it’s evil to cage animals

Also I don’t know how to explain it but… He just likes to decorate his place? Like to the clubhouse he’ll bring stuff he likes and just quietly claims a corner as his own and make it as comfortable as he can

Has...beautiful hands

you know how some people cut the cothing labels because it irritates the back of their neck? Stan does that with everything he buys

5- Eddie

Likes Backstreet Boys because of Ben

Replies to texts immediately. Communication and social interaction gives him serotonin

I have no idea why but I feel like he’d have an obsession with Tekken and his favourite character is Ling Xiayou

Big fan of classic playstation games. Loves Spyro, Crash Bandicoot and Ratchet and Clank

He likes wearing long sleeves under t shirts

Listens to emo music, stares out the window and imagines scenarios matching the song he’s listening to

He considers MCR to be emo btw. Loves G note memes

Likes astrology

Can’t watch horror movies, and gets teased by Richie about it

However he likes media that is presented as funky/funny/happy but is actually depressing/disturbing

He likes courtroom dramas

Wears sunglasses indoors for no reason

Probably likes fallout and metro games

Has a collection of finger skateboards

#weirdcore #oddcore #nostalgia #grunge

buys and wears random college sweatshirts

Hates and loves study groups, hates it in the sense that he can’t focus on anything and just wants to hang out and talk, loves it in the sense that he CAN hang out with his friends and talk

Romanticizes everything

6- Bill

Has lots of taurus energy and is sleepy all the time

Has major Leonardo DiCaprio in The Basketball Diaries vibes

Dresses effortlessly

And likes basketball lol.

He just has… boy energy. If that makes sense. Boy next door

Likes to draw his friends

posts his drawings on Instagram

Has lots of OC’s but doesn’t know they’re called OC’s, just refers to them as “this character I created”

He likes being praised a lot ngl

His taste in memes is very similar to Richie’s

You know how they put a random word on top of a random image and it doesn’t make sense at all. He laughs at things like that. Like Richie sends him something like this:

ME WHEN I WHEN

[image of monkey]

BOTTOM TEXT

and he thinks it’s funny and loses his shit im sorry

Like someone sends a picture of Keanu Reeves to the groupchat and texts “g” and he thinks it’s funny???? He sees a picture of a cow in the backrooms and starts choking

He memorized every line in Boneless Pizza and can quote it wihtout stuttering. Like he would be sitting alone talking to himself saying shit like “ya pizza. Watchu want. 2 liter machine broke we got one liter tho. fuck you mean B.”

Never answers calls? Doesn’t like talking on the phone. He just has “Don’t fucking call me when you can text!!” energy

phone is always on silent mode

doesn’t do anything but attracts people anyway

7- Bev

Likes musicals

Theatre kid

Chews gum a lot

And swallows them :(

Likes cottagecore

Buys notebooks with cute covers but can never fill them so she just gives them to bill who turns them into sketchbooks

I think she’d give advice or reaussure people in a way that sounds kinda rude but isn’t really? Like she tells it like it is. Blunt

Likes Avatar The Last Airbender

Sense of humor is:

[Picutre of the fox from Zootopia]

why is he hot help 😭😭😭

wears baggy clothing + long skirts

#headcanon #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #stan uris #stanley uris #hcs #ask

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pandajaye · 3 years

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Todoroki Family Ties (Part 9)

Characters: Enji Todoroki, Stepmom!OC!Ivy (Ivy is black btw), Child!Shoto Todoroki, Teen!Touya Todoroki, Preteen!Fuyumi, Child!Natsuo

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

Warnings: pregnancy, hospital, hysteria, child abuse, Aquaphobia, upset child, abusive family, neglect

“Enji, it’s okay. Please try to calm down. Everything is going to be fine.” Ivy comforted her husband, putting a hand on his leg in an attempt to keep it from bouncing so much. “I know, I know. Just a little nervous, that’s all.” He sighed, looking down at his hands while he rubbed his palms. They were the only ones in the room right now. It was cold and white everywhere apart from the delightful little flower clusters. The atmosphere was mostly quiet except for the tapping of keyboards and damp sounds of phones ringing in some of the offices.

“I mean…. what if it’s true? How could I be so careless? I should’ve been thinking clearly. I should’ve thought more about you. Things were just finally going so right and I was so distracted by excitement. So many good things were falling in to place. It’s…. It’s all my fault that we’re here today.” He brought her hand up from his thigh and kissed her knuckles. “Please, forgive me.” All she could do was smile at how nervous he was. “Forgive you for what, baby? Nothing bad has happened. Being here is a big part of the journey. It’s where our path is decided for us. I’m excited. You should be, too.”

Enji wrapped his arms around her with a tight squeeze. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” She always did know how to make the best of a situation that seemed frightening. Maybe it was the way of words. Maybe it was the sweet and calm voice that did it for him. Whatever it was, he was happy to be able to access it. Having her next to him was going to make this move a lot smoother, and he couldn’t ask for anything better right now.

Their moment of peace was interrupted by a nurse dressed in lovely pink scrubs. “Todoroki?” Her voice was gentle and nice as well as her smile while she patiently waited for the two to stand and follow her. On the way to their room, Ivy glanced into the rooms they passed. In one, a couple was finding out some good news. They looked excited. In another, a woman seemed to be having a good check up. And the last one was different than the other two. A woman leaned against her sad husband as she cried. The doctor also had a sad and sympathetic look on her face. Those sure were some interesting situations to witness. Which one would represent her and Enji’s?

“This room right here. Doctor Akari will be right with you.” The two parties bowed to each other before she left and they entered the room. Enji looked around the room and sighed. It was so weird to be here again. The rooms had changed a bit since the last time he was on this same floor seven years ago. ‘Wow. Seven. I’m getting old.’ He was quickly brought back to reality by Ivy. “I’m really glad we’re here today. This is good.” Her smile brought so much ease to him. How lucky is he to have someone like her.

A quiet knock on the door gathered their attention. In walked an older woman. Her hair was still a dark brown so she couldn’t have been that much older but you could see some of the age in her kind face. There was a bit of height difference between them, her being taller than Ivy, shorter than Enji of course. She carefully closed the door behind her before setting her chart on the table and introducing herself. “I’m Dr. Akari, nice to meet you today, Mr. and Mrs. Todoroki.” She shook their hands and continued. “Amazing, I never thought I’d be meeting, let alone working for the number two hero. I guess dreams do come true.” Enji blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Heh. Always nice to meet a fan.”

“So. We’re here for a verification today, correct? How are you feeling? Mrs. Todoroki, is this your first?” Ivy nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I-I’ve really never been in any type of situation like this before. I’m excited and kinda nervous. Sorry.” Dr. Akari held Ivy’s hands in her own. “Sweetheart. You don’t need to apologize. Being nervous is apart of this. A big part. That’s not to say that it’ll be a bad experience. It is what you make it. And I have so much faith that this is going to be an amazing and beautiful new part of your life. You’re going to be great at this.” Her smile was warm and reassuring. Maybe everything really will be okay. “Should we get this thing started?” Ivy looked at Enji and back at Dr. Akari with a grin. “Let’s do it.”

The test and results took no time at all to come back to them. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Todoroki. You’re having a baby.” Excitement quickly grew on Ivy’s face, brown eyes big and full of tears when she looked at Enji who hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head. “Wonderful news! Wonderful! Wonderful!” He was so energetic and happy like a child himself. The fifth child and he’s still taken aback as if it’s his first. Ivy stayed a little calmer herself. “I’m so happy. This is everything I’ve ever wanted…. A dream come true.” The doctor hugged Ivy when Enji finally pulled away. “I’m so happy for you two. You have my full adoration. I know you’re going to be an amazing mother. Before you know it, you’ll have a quirky and spontaneous bundle of joy in your arms.” Ivy froze.

‘….Quirky?’

Enji thanked the doctor a few more times before leaving and while they walked to the car, he noticed something was off about Ivy. She kept her gaze towards the ground and hadn’t said a word since leaving the doctor’s office. After a short walk they arrived at the car, Ivy got in the passenger seat and patiently waited for Enji to get in and close his door. As soon as the car door shut, Ivy broke down hysterically… “FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING! FUCK!” Honestly, it scared him a bit. She was fine a few minutes ago and now she’s upset? “IVY? WHAT’S WRONG?” She started hyperventilating, forcing him to pull Ivy into his lap and hold her. “Breathe! Breathe. Slow down. In….. Out….” It took a minute before she could match his breathing. Eventually, they were in sync and she began to calm down and got back into the passenger seat.

“Alright. What in the hell was that?” He didn’t mean to sound irritated, he was just genuinely confused about what just manifested. “I-I’m sorry but…. I-I can’t do this. I-I-I can’t be a mom.” Tears were still falling but she tried to wipe them away as fast as they came. “Wha…. What do you mean?” His brows were furrowed and his face contorted. “Enji…. I-I was so excited at first. And, I still am in some ways…. But…. what happens when…. w-when we have this child…. and they don’t have a quirk because of me? I wasn’t even thinking about it until Dr. Akari said the word quirky and all of a sudden it hit me. My child is going to be weak because of me…. They’re going to hate me. I know you want a strong child with a strong quirk but I-…. I-I can’t give you that.”

To be honest, he hadn’t thought of it either. But that was the old him anyways. He’s grown since then. Quirks aren’t everything to him anymore. Just her. Just his family. No matter what skills they had or didn’t have. He loves them in every aspect. “Ivy…. I don’t need you to give me that. I want you to be happy and healthy. I want to have this child with you no matter what happens. As long as you’re both okay, that’s what’s important. I know how I used to be. And I’m still sorry and trying to atone for it. I’m learning and growing every day because of you. I appreciate and love you so much.” His large hand held her cheek as he searched her eyes for a sign that she understood him.

A wave of safety washed over her as she leaned into his hand. So much calm after one random storm. “You’re right. You are learning. You have grown. And I am beyond proud of you. I’m sorry for my outburst. It wasn’t all about you. Being quirkless has always been a problem for me. Way before me and you. You’ve improved in ways that…. he never did.” Her gaze shifted to her feet when thoughts and feelings she had long ago returned. “Who?” When her gaze came back her eyes were brimming with tears of numb pain.“My dad….”

From a very young age, Ivy was victim to some of the most impactful abuse that young girls have suffered for centuries. Familial. Being the outcast, the one child that didn’t make the cut. Worked hard and reprimanded for occurrences out of her power. Her power. The center of everything and the reason for her suffering. More commonly known as a quirk, her ability should have been water manipulation. It ran in her family. They’ve always been connected to it all. Oceans, lakes, rain, dew, snow. A gene for telekinesis brought in from one of her great great grandparents but no one remembers which one.

“LET’S GO, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!” Nami James Emaraki, Ivy’s father, blew hard into his whistle. It’s not that common for a ten-year old to have to do burpees and laps on a Saturday morning. Especially since she’s not training for anything. “YOU SLACK AND I SWEAR ITS ANOTHER TEN LAPS!! YOU ALREADY MISSED BREAKFAST SINCE YOU WANNA SLEEP IN, I’M PERFECTLY FINE WITH YOU MISSING LUNCH CAUSE I’LL STILL EAT BUT YOU WON’T!!!!” He wasn’t kidding either. That threat wasn’t the least bit empty.

“I-” Her foot slipped and caused her to face plant. She lifted her head and a stream of blood ran from her nose. “OW! UGH! H-Help, please!” Rolling his eyes, he stomped over to her, grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Sure, I’ll help you. Usually salt water helps with things like that. Let’s get you a lot of salt water.” He looked at the pool and smiled. “How about 10 ft?” Panic flooded her entire body so quickly it almost made her dizzy. Or maybe that was from the quick face plant and loss of blood.

“N-No! Please!” Ignoring her, he began dragging her to the deep end of their pool. “I’m so sorry, I can keep going! I can keep going! Daddy I can keep going!” She couldn’t help but cry and scream for forgiveness because he always had such a terrible punishment for her. The closer they got the more she struggled. “DADDY PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE NO! NO-” He tossed her in with a grunt and picked up his stopwatch. “Hurry up. You don’t wanna drown, use your quirk to get out!”

But that was the issue. Ivy was quirkless. It never showed up when it was supposed to. They hoped she was a late bloomer but it wasn’t looking very hopeful. Her father and uncle did everything they can to bring it out of her. They were so close they moved into two joint houses for each of their families, between the two homes, a facility with a large indoor pool that they used to coach swimming and have opened for water sports and activities. Every child in their family has used this pool to get better at their quirks. But Ivy was the only one forced into fearing it, unlike her siblings and cousins.

The eldest children were Ivy’s older twin brother and sister who were six years older than her, as well as a male cousin four years older than her. They were taught everything with care and detail. How to swim, how to make waves, etc. Next, her cousin that was but a few months older than her. He also experienced the life of being the middle child like her. Ivy was born next. Treated like all the other kids until she reached the age where quirks usually had already appeared in their family.

Four. When the family pediatrician attempted to explain that her quirk would never come in due to an extra joint in her foot, that of which the absence of would determine if the power would ever come in. Her father was so upset when they got home, he grabbed her by the ankles and dunked her in the water a few times before dropping her in the 5 feet. Her mother stood and watched as paramedics revived Ivy, pretending very well to be concerned.

Yet, here he is now. Watching her sink as she loses oxygen. Destined to be a corpse at the bottom of the pool. But just before tragedy could wrap her up in its claws, her father washed her back onto the side of the pool with a wave. There she laid in a puddle, lungs full of water. “So damn dramatic.” Unrightfully annoyed, he preformed mouth to mouth and saved her, smacking her when she accidentally spit up water in his face. “You’re a disgusting excuse for a daughter. But just you wait, you’ll be a hero soon enough. And you’re gonna be supporting your family after we’ve been so supportive of you. Get your ass up and come inside when you’re through acting like something wrong with you.”

Nami didn’t even look back after he started walking way. He didn’t care if she ever got up. To him, she has two options in life. Become a top pro-hero. Or die. And some days, she wished he wouldn’t save her. Some days she wanted to stay at the bottom of that pool knowing she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Ivy couldn’t help but wonder, what’s the point of living if your entire family is already disappointed in you?

During lunch, her mother Eimi asked her about today’s training. “How did it go today, Ivy?” She smiled, looking between her and her father. Ivy didn’t want to answer so she kept her mouth shut. “Ivy, your mama is talking to you. Answer her.” His fist slammed down on the table. The back of her throat burned from swallowing her need to cry. “Ivy? Answer her, girl, can you not hear?!” She flinched at him raising his voice. With a quiet sigh, Ivy spoke, carefully trying not to let her voice crack. “It w-was fine, mommy. But….” She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to speak up.

“B-BUT DADDY TRIED TO KILL MEEEEE!!” Cries broke out of her throat. “CONTROL YOUR DAMN VOLUME RIGHT NOW!” He tried to grab her arm but she ducked out of the way. “MAMA I FELL AND HURT MY FACE AND MY NOSE WAS BLEEDING AND HE THREW ME IN THE POOL AND ALMOST LET ME DROOOOOOWN!!!!” Tears dripped from her chin as she trembled and sobbed. Eimi just looked at Nami and shrugged. “Well, Ivy. Maybe if you stopped pretending your quirk isn’t there, you could have saved yourself. So I don’t want to hear it.” Ivy was horrified and offended by every word out of her mother’s mouth. “WHAT? BUT MOMMY-” “THAT’S ENOUGH! YOU’RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM!” Before she could run, he grabbed her and carried her to her room as she struggled. “I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!!” Once the door slammed close, she hugged one of her stuffed animals tight and cried. And cried. And cried. Until she cried herself to sleep.

Ivy had ever only known Hell on Earth. Her siblings before her were treated with respect. Even her baby brother and even younger baby sister got to see the best from their parents. Ivy was the one that they wanted to depend on. Their goals for her were to make her one of the most famous Pro-Heroes ever. Then use her paycheck to further their lives. She would put them on the map and be their little bank. But the older she got, the more she fought back. Until finally they realized she’d never be able to help them anyways.

Ivy was shunned and kicked out of her home. Forced to learn the way of the world. She made her way through three nice jobs and even college. Out of all the smoke and fire, she emerged through her trials and tribulations and began working at Endeavor’s agency. Her hardships didn’t end there but shortly after, everything started to work out for her.

Her past was filled with evil but it never influenced her to become a bad person even after never getting her quirk. She realized that quirks never really mattered. It was the love that she never received. Love that she’ll be giving to this baby. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if her child ever had to go through what she went through.

The world outside was so beautiful as they drove home. She looked at Enji and smiled. He sparkled in the sunlight. Those beautiful blue eyes focusing on the road while he held her hand up and kissed it. “You’re gonna be okay, Ivy. I love you so much. You’re going to be a great mom. And, I hope i can be a great father. On the fifth try.” The reassurance made her grin. “Thank you, Enji. Thank you.”

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