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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

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The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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yukimoji · 4 years

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Oooh your requests are open, I'm so excited! Could I ask for a Tanjiro x Reader in a modern AU setting (Kimetsu Academy, perhaps?) where Reader visits Tanjiro (who's crushing on her) at his bakery and he sees her playing with his siblings? It just warms his heart up and they're all like 'You should marry our brother!' and ahhh just fluff galore! Headcanons, scenario, short fic, anything is fine with me, whatever's easiest for you! Thank you so much! ~Oblivion~

(a/n: hi again!!! thank you so much for requesting! this is such an adorable request, im literally so soft rn ya hear??? tanjiro is such best boy im 😔✊✊,, i hope you like this and have a great day!)

(this became longer than expected, are headcanons supposed to be this long??? per usual, there will typos and grammar errors! happy reading!)

Total words: 1770+ words

Genre: Fluff

No manga spoilers

Warnings: None

Will You Marry Our Brother? ( Kamado Siblings x Reader, Tanjiro Kamado x Reader) I Headcanons

During your time at Kimetsu Academy, you had the pleasure of meeting the owners of a nearby bakery, the Kamado family. You shared classes with the eldest son, Tanjiro Kamado. You became good friends with the boy, and eventually you met his younger sister, Nezuko Kamado. You adored his sister and the two of you instantly became close friends, because of her kind and caring nature.

Since Tanjiro was your classmate, you usually sat beside him. Each chance that he would get, his attention would be focused on you, chatting and asking about your day with an obvious flush in his face. Honestly, you thought it was kind of cute, seeing him all flustered up all around you. You sort of got a crush on him, not that he knew about it.

You would hang out with Nezuko in-between school breaks, eating Lunch with her as the two of you would have girl talks. She would always keep you company, and if ever you needed someone to lean on, you bet that she would always be there to support you.

You could say that you were more than shocked when you discovered that they had four more younger siblings. You didn't have the honor of meeting them properly, because of your busy schedule and just the overwhelming amount of academic pressure on your shoulders that hindered you from visiting their bakery. However, judging by the wonderful stories that Tanjiro would tell you in the middle of school breaks, they seemed like absolute sweethearts, and you were looking forward to meeting them.

However, you would later have the chance to meet them. It was a peculiar day, and the teachers weren't as harsh on you all like they would normally. Not only that, you craved for something sweet and warm. You just wanted to just bask in positive vibes, and you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

Your legs stopped in front of a small shop, and almost immediately, a wave of gentleness hits your body with so much comfort. You entered the bakery, a bell ringing as you begin to salivate at the sight of the delicious treats displayed on the counter. Nezuko takes notice of your presence, and turns around to welcome you with a big smile on her face.

When you finally picked out the goodies you desired from the shelf, you made your way to the cashier to pay for them. As you got near, you heard little strange noises coming from below the cash register. Confusion began to grow as you recognized the strange noises sounded like the sound effects from a popular mobile game. You became even more perplexed as Nezuko's expression hardened, and she instantly marched behind the cashier in slight annoyance.

A loud squeal of surprise erupted as the sound effects abruptly stopped. Then, suddenly, a young boy emerges from the cashier, a sheepish look evident in his face as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. The moment he notices your figure just standing awkwardly behind the cash register, he immediately turns red and mutters incoherent apologies as he would repeatedly bow profusely. You just give him a reassuring smile, and you said something about also liking the game he was playing.

You learned that this boy is Takeo, one of Tanjiro's younger siblings. As he continued to check out your treats, he couldn't help but find you so familiar.

Are you the girl in his brother's lockscreen photo?

After you paid for your orders, you introduced yourself to him, and his suspicions were confirmed. He couldn't help a mischievous smirk form on his lips, as he vividly recalls all the moments his brother would dreamily talk about a girl named [ Y / N ].

You asked him to play one round of the mobile game he played before with you. After seeing how the bakery was not really busy and getting Nezuko's approval, he accepted your offer. You bonded with him over the game, and the two of you had so much fun! You were pretty sure that you played more than one round with the young Kamado!

You were absolutely great at the game, much more so than him! You beat his high score, and he wouldn't admit it, but he swears he will beat your score one day. He could not wait to totally tease his brother about this.

Later on, you meet Hanako, Shigeru and the youngest, Rokuta. You were absolutely delighted to finally meet them. They were exactly how Tanjiro described them, they were all such big sweethearts!

Hanako and Shigeru almost immediately took a liking on you! They bombarded you with so much questions, asking you about your favorite color, animal, and all the little things you liked. The would listen to your answers eagerly, big smiles never fading from their expressions.

They would absolutely invite you to play a few games with them! They looked absolutely precious and you didn't have the heart to say "no". You played so much games with them during your stay, the most prominent being "Tag" and "Hide 'n Seek".

After they become tired from running around so much, they settled on listening to your jokes and puns. You swear they have the most adorable laughter in the world!

Just seeing them being giggling and laughing so much melted your heart into a puddle of joy. These two were absolutely cute and adorable, and they radiated so much positive energy that just fill your entire being with warmth and love.

They think that you are absolutely beautiful and wonderful, just like how their brother described you to be!

And then, there's little Rokuta. At first, he was a little shy to approach you. His big eyes looked at you with so much curiosity, and when you told him your name, his face immediately transformed into one of recognition.

Oh! So you're the [ Y / N ] my big brother keeps babbling about!

You would dote on him so, so much! You couldn't stop the squeals from escaping your mouth as he would adorably babble and tell you about his day! His big eyes hold so much innocence and purity in them, and your mind went absolutely bonkers about how cute this little Kamado is!

When he deemed he trusted you enough, he would raise his little arms up, and his tiny hands would make some grabbing motions. Nezuko would chuckle at his actions and tell you that he wants you to pick him up. You stifled a scream of absolute delight, mustering all willpower not to cry from sheer happiness. A cute and cuddly toddler wanted you to pick him up? Don't mind if I do!

The moment Rokuta is in your arms, he immediately embraces you, his little arms just wrapped around your shoulders. Nezuko cheered you on, commenting about how Rokuta had now grew attached to you. He was nuzzling on your neck, feeling secured in your hold as you silently thanked the gods above for giving you this oppurtunity.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of Crimson hues stared at you with so much adoration from over the counter.

Tanjiro watched how the whole thing unfold. From your little game matches with Takeo, to your giggling fits with Hanako and Shigeru, and to how you held Rokuta in your arms with so much tenderness. All of this left Tanjiro feeling so much warmth and affection in his chest, and he wanted to cry out from the sheer joy of how much you had gotten along with his siblings.

You were absolutely Wonderful. Exquisite. Magnificent. Beautiful. Stunning. Heavenly.

Just so drop-dead gorgeous.

He's in absolute euphoria.

The boy won't admit it, but he's imagining his future with you. Seeing you being so happy with his little siblings makes him wonder what a family with you would look like. Gosh, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He practically had hearts in his eyes as he kept staring at you like a lovesick puppy, not noticing that Takeo was leaning against the counter with a smug expression on his face.

"Gosh, Nii-san. I knew you had a crush on her, but I didn't know it was this bad."

Tanjiro snaps from his day dream, and he could feel so much blood rush to his face. He was so embarrassed, much more so that Takeo had caught him looking at you all this time! Takeo laughs at his brother's red face, and Tanjiro could only shriek out erratic noises to desperately request Takeo not to get too loud.

You heard a commotion from the counter, and you turned to see a completely red-faced Tanjiro waving his hands vigorously to a guffawing Takeo. You could only giggle at the sight in amusement, and when Tanjiro makes eye contact with you, his face gets even more redder.

In your arms, Rokuta shifts from your neck to look at his big brother. Noticing how the two of you gazed in each other's eyes, he claps his hands in delight and looks up to meet your [ E / C ] orbs.

"Ne, [ Y / N ]-san, will you marry my big brother?"

THE WHOLE BAKERY JUST EXPLODES IN HYSTERICS

Takeo laughs harder than he had before, grabbing at the edges of the counters to prevent himself from falling to the ground from the amount of amusement he was getting from the situation.

Hanako and Shigeru just burst out in full excitement, jumping and smiling at you, asking you repeatedly if you wanted to marry their big brother. They practically pleaded with you, their wide eyes constantly staring at you, in hopes that someday you might officially become their big sister.

Nezuko chokes in shock at her drink. She didn't expect Rokuta to say those words! She immediately goes to your side, and just repeatedly apologizes to you in behalf of Rokuta for putting you in such an awkward position. But, she cannot really lie, she would love for you to become her sister-in-law.

Tanjiro just looked at you in horror and fear. His face had hit the utmost redness it could possibly have attained, and he only wanted to crawl and hide at this very moment. He didn't want his crush on you to be revealed this way! He had special plans for that moment, but it didn't matter anymore, because you now know about his overwhelming feelings for you! Gosh, he felt so humiliated, and it didn't help that you were in such an awkward position just because of his attraction on you!

But then, he was caught off guard by your breathtaking smile. The next words sent Tanjiro's mind into a frenzy, desperately struggling with the urge to faint out of sheer bliss as the bakery exploded again into cheers of celebration.

"I would love to."

#tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #demon slayer x reader #moji writes #tanjiro is husband material aight

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i-moved-blogs-ffs · 3 years

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Danganronpa request can a reader who is really kind and a sweetheart adopt the warriors of hope and helpem to forget they traumas and also can the reader beat the hell up the warriors of hope parents after everything they done to those innocents children's please

Of course, my darling! I love the WoH so much- I adopted them too, they're your adoptive siblings now so you all gotta get along ok-

These are probably gonna spiral into parenting headcanons because I cannot help myself- just let these kiddos have a happy home life man- :(

TW for mentions of abuse. It's nothing explicit, but it can be upsetting to some. Please be cautious.

Anyways, let's get started!

- 🌸🍭mod mikan🍭🌸

S/O adopting the WoH!

Now, we all know these kiddos had a bad time.

They were all abused in different ways, neglected, put down to the lowest point they could be.

Junko was like a light at the end of the tunnel for them, a savior - someone who cared, someone who they could trust, someone who loved them. But it was all lies.

She didn't care.

They couldn't trust her.

She didn't love them.

But then, you came around. At first, they thought you were like every other demon; evil, cold and uncaring.

And yet, there was this warmth radiating off of you... Almost like another light they could chase to get to true joy.

After Komaru and Toko defeated each of them, they felt lost. What were they supposed to do now that their empire has failed? Were the adults going to punish them, by abusing and taking advantage of them even further?

The group wandered the streets of Towa City, alone, hiding from every adult they could see and fending for themselves.

However, they stumbled upon you and Komaru. You two have been actively looking for them after finding out they survived.

But the reason why you were looking for them, was pretty unexpected.

You wanted to take them in as your own. They were just kids after all, no matter how much they tried to make themselves seem bigger. You wanted to help them, teach them that not everyone will hurt them, because they deserve to be loved like any other child does.

And so, they went with you. Very reluctantly mind you, but they didn't have much of a choice.

And as time went on, they opened up to you, one by one. And soon, you guys became like a happy family.

Somewhat dysfunctional, but still happy family.

Ok so, origin story's out of the way, now let's get in a bit deeper-

Parenting the Warriors is pretty hard- they each have something about themselves that you need to keep in mind.

And besides, taking care of 5 children wouldn't be easy even if they weren't traumatized-

You have to be patient, warm and kind to them, and to you that's no problem!

I would imagine Masaru would be the first to let his guard down around you, because he could tell that you weren't a bad person from the start.

He would start to admire you greatly, seeing you as the only cool adult around!!

He's always trying to impress you or get your attention because of that. And you always give him praise, telling him he's the most awesome kiddo ever!!

He always gets a bit bashful when you do, scratching his head as an "awhh, shucks!", escaping his lips.

He's very fond of you! He wants to do the things you do, like trying out your hobbies or imitating your mannerisms. He just wants to be as cool as you are.

While it is cute, you have to teach him that he's only the best when he's himself!

Kotoko was probably the second to open up. The first thing she noticed is that you never, ever used her trigger word in a sentence, not even on accident. You always used words like "soft", "tender" or "mallow", maybe even "delicate".

Not me looking up synonyms on thesaurus.com rn shHDHS

Like Masaru, her initial gut reaction always told her you were a good person, but the walls she had built up just couldn't let you in right away.

And when she does get comfortable, she becomes super clingy. She's almost as fond of you as Masaru is, honestly-

She always goes to you for any sort of help. She feels like you're the only person she can trust 100%, whether it be with her feelings or some other problem.

You're like- the only person who she's super nice to all the time. She used to be like that with Monaca, until you took them in.

Actually, speaking of that, they completely stopped literally worshipping Monaca's every move once you entered their lives.

Now, next up is Jataro. He initially thought you hated his every move, and that you only took him in because of pity.

But, you were proving him wrong every day. Going out of your way to talk to him, being so incredibly kind that it made his heart hurt.

You always help him out with his art! He loves when you sit down and paint, sculpt or draw with him, even if you're not artistic yourself. He feels like he's wanted, and all of that self-hatred almost completely washes away.

The biggest moment was when you finally convinced him to take off his mask. And when he did, you could tell he was way happier.

You two burned the mask together, leaving that part of his life behind you and turning over a new leaf.

And because of your influence, the rest of the kids are way nicer to him as well now!

Nagisa was the fourth one to take his guard down.

He saw how much Masaru, Kotoko and Jataro trusted you, and after observing you further, he began to see why.

He was always very distant from you, and you respected that. So, you were pleasantly surprised when he suddenly started going out of his way to help you, talk to you or spend time with you. However, you never questioned it, which made him relieved.

It's like you two silently agreed that you were cool with eachother.

He's very mature for his age, so he's the first one to try and help you with regular day-to-day tasks, even without you asking for said help.

Mans over here about to start doing your taxes HDHDH-

You always tell him to chill out, but he insists. He knows how much trouble he and his adoptive siblings are making for you, and it's his own way of thanking you.

Now, Monaca's a little interesting.

At first she was only pretending to care about you, like she did with the rest of the Warriors, but after a while she genuinely grew to love both you and her siblings.

She doesn't like the fact she cares one bit, but she can't help it.

She still has very manipulative tendencies, but you always see through them and her lies. You call her out on it, but never berate her.

She's very kiss ass-y, I guess?? Always complimenting you for the smallest reasons and calling you sweet nicknames.

She sometimes just wants to make you mess up to try and get herself to stop caring-

Like whenever a problem comes up, she always goes, "S/O can fix it!😌🙏 Our (affectionate parental term) dearest can do anything!🥰💞" and the rest of the kids are like "yah!!💖💕" because they love and support you while you're just there like🧍

Because no you can't rebuild the economy do you look like bob the fucking builder-

AnywaY their parents are already dead, so you guys beat up H*ji instead. :)

Ah, family bonding time. 💕

And done!! I love these little spawns of satan so much you guys don't even know- this was literally so fun to write that I think I got carried away a bit hshGhd- I hope this is ok!

Make sure to wash your hands, stay hydrated, take any meds you may need to and stay safe! You were so brave, have a lollipop! 🍭

#nurse!🍭#mod nurse🍭#mod mikan🍭#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa ultra despair girls #ultra despair girls x reader #masaru daimon #kotoko utsugi #jataro kemuri #nagisa shingetsu #monaca towa

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samus1mp · 4 years

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Suga’s, Akaashi’s and Kageyama’s S/O smothering them with affection

Sugawara Koushi

God I love this boy so much-

His cheeks!!! You can't tell me he doesn't have the softest cheeks alright?!??

Okokok anyways-

It was the weekend. School was off your mind and you were enjoying the afternoon with your lovely boyfriend, Suga 🥺

You two were simply laying in bed together, basking in the silence and simply enjoying each-others company.

Limbs tangled and your bodies fitting together as two pieces of a puzzle.

A calming warmth radiated from his being and God you wished you could just stay like this with him for days.

Your soft gaze trailed up meeting his hooded eyes, seeing that he was slowly nodding off.

He had the smallest yet sweetest smile on his face and those pretty brown eyes of his were just filled with adoration.

Your heart m e l t e d.

Overcome with love and joy you did not give it a second thought to press your lips to his in a quick peck.

But one turned into two. Two turned into three and soon you were attacking his lips with an on-slot of quick kisses.

He lets out the softest laugh and it's JUST- MUSIC TO YOUR EARS

Beethoven could never-

Holy shit you could cry over how perfect this man was-

Readjusting your position you moved to straddle his hips, legs on either side as he laid on his back, SMILING (IDJXHDII) UP AT YOU

GODFUCK

You began to plant several kisses to his cheeks and paid special attention to the beauty mark that laid beneath his eye

"Koushi!! You're so cute!!!"

And back to my point about him having ✨soft✨ cheeks.

You're gently pinching them and running your thumbs along the skin, just absolutely marveling at his smooth clear skin

He's just laying there, happiest man alive. Smiling and laughing as his hands rest on the tops of your thighs drawing small circles.

"...I love you (y/n)" he softly says, squeezing your thighs ever so gently.

A deep blush coats your cheeks and you swear he's going to give you a heart-attack- how could you be so lucky to have a man this perfect????

your hands then disappear into his silver locks and you just gush at their silkiness

Humming gently in response and fully enjoying your touch, his arms circle your waist as he pulls you in, placing a kiss of his own on your lips.

It’s much longer than your quick pecks. It’s sweet, passionate, full of love.

You can’t help but smile into it, enjoying every single moment.

And soon you find him pulling away and now pressing kisses to YOUR cheeks YOUR nose and EVEN MORE TO YOUR lips.

It's time for him to repay all your kisses and affections💞

Akaashi Keiji

This pretty boy-

Please give him all your love. He deserves it.

So-!

I think this can go one of two ways.

He either is content and completely unbothered or he's content and he's a flustered mess.

It just depends on how you play your cards.

It's a lovely, serene evening and you and Akaashi are cuddling on the couch while the tv plays some documentary he had recommended.

Your head is resting on his chest, focusing on the gentle thumps of his heart as his attention is completely captured by the scene of a mama bear and her cubs fleeing from an oncoming attacker.

Nuzzling into him, your eyes trail up to his face, admiring the look of concentration he wore.

You studied his features with a loving gaze.

Those cool gunmetal eyes, sharp jaw, messy soft black locks and lush pink lips

He really was the ideal person 😌

He felt your gaze on him and he shifted his focus to you in a quick glance, sending a small smile your way.

Your cheeks flushed and you immediately looked away from him.

Jesus your heart-

your finger begins to trace along his collarbone and soon up his neck and his jaw as you softly mutter

"... Keiji"

He hums softly now fully giving his attention to you, curiosity swarming in his eyes as he meets your gaze once more.

YOUR GOD DAMN HEART--

You’re so in love with this man and that fact is hitting you harder than it has before.

A soft squeal passes your lips as you sit up and basically tackle the poor boy, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his.

His eyes widen at the sudden affection and the slightest blush can be seen on his cheeks.

You’re holding him close, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly, deepening the kiss.

Before he can even reciprocate though, you're already pulling away.

You press your forehead to his, smiling happily as you say "I love youuuuu!"

My boy is speechless- he was not mentally prepared for all this. Literally at a loss for words.

You nuzzle your nose against his, before pressing kisses all over his face. His forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips and even his jaw and neck.

Omg you're going to break this boy

He absolutely adores your attention but dear god is his brain malfunctioning.

He just barely lets out a gentle "I love you too" before just completely embracing and reveling in your affections.

Kageyama Tobio

Blueberry boy 🥺

No matter how you do it or when you do it. He will be flustered as fuckk

Even to a sudden kiss or hug this fella freezes up and turns 50 shades of red.

It's going to take him awhile to get used to your affections

He doesn't hate it nor is he uncomfortable… he's just never had someone to give him that kind of attention.

But if he can barely handle a peck let alone a hug- HOW DO YOU THINK HE'S GOING TO HANDLE MULTIPLE HUGS AND KISSES

Anywhoooooooo-

It had been awhile since you've last seen Tobio :((

With nationals right around the corner and him being away at the All Japan Youth Camp it was extremely difficult to see him in person ;-;

A few texts a day was the only thing filling up your Tobio tank lmao

God you missed him dearly and you would kill just to give him a kiss ;;-;;;

But with a painfully slow few days going by, he was finally returning.

Knowing he had practice early in the morning you forced yourself to get up in order to meet him 🥺

No- you couldn't wait any longer and losing an hour or two of sleep was absolutely worth seeing your favorite boy as soon as possible.

You got dressed quickly and packed your bag, leaving your home in a hurry.

You arrived at Karasuno in no time and immediately went searching for Tobio on the practically empty school grounds.

Of course you find him approaching the gym… he's going to practice- it kinda makes sense lmao.

At the mere sight of his back your heart jumps out of your chest as you leap towards him excitedly.

"TOBBIOOO!!!!"

You latch onto the Raven haired boy, nearly knocking him over as he lets out a startled noise

"Y/n?!?" He says incredulously as you hold him tightly nuzzling your face into his neck, taking in his scent

“I missed you” you coo pressing a few kisses to the exposed skin

Immediately this blueberry turns into a tomato

Kageyama.exe has stopped working

You can literally feel how fast his skin warmed up

He freezes up and you take this opportunity to let go and to turn him around so he is fully facing you

you smile sweetly up at him and bring him into your embrace once more as he is doing his best to stammer out a response

somebody help this boy-

“y/n- i-....wha... boke... you-”

you simply just press your lips to his in response, keeping him close and at last, dealing the final blow.

his heart and mind explode as his senses and thoughts are just fill with you.

the poor boy short-circuits LMAO

#sugawara x reader #kageyama x reader #akaashi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction

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uniqorrn · 3 years

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A warm Christmas |:| Draco x reader |:|

A/n: This is just a cute fluffy little imagine so it takes place in the twos sixth year with no dark lord and battle at hogwarts taken place. This purely for you the reader to experience a fluffy Christmas with Draco :)

Prompt: Draco and the reader have been dating since their third year. Christmas time has come around and Draco wants to make this one extra special for his soulmate :)

Warnings: None! Just an insane amount of fluff!

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Christmas. The time of year of where families come together, presents and Christmas treats are exchanged, and love someone finds its way into the mix of the Christmas season joy. Christmas at Hogwarts was magical, literally. The soft fluffy white snow covered the ground and trees of the forest making it look like a white winter wonderland. The Christmas dinners and lunches through the season in the great hall made everyone’s mouths water at the smell as you entered the great hall. The feeling warm against your skin as it burned and crackled as you would lay under neath a warm fluffy blanket with a cup of hot chocolate on the table next you.

It was my favorite time of year. I loved watching the snowflakes fall from the sky and land on the ground. Draco would laugh softly and shake his head as he watched me dance in circles around the court yard, mouth wide open trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue before he eventually draggs me to the Slytherin common room where he would light a fire and grab a cozy blanket from a near by closet.

“What’re you thinking about, love..?” Dracos deep soothing voice spoke in my ear softly as my thoughts disappeared. A small smile formed on my face as I remembered where I was. I was sitting on the black leather couch in the Slytherin common room, my back was pressed against Dracos chest and stomach as I sat in between his legs. My head leaned back against his shoulder as his arms were wrapped around my chest and his hands were joined with mine. The top of his cheek pressed against my forehead at an angle so his lips were mere centimeters from my ear.

“Christmas” I mumbled. My eyes were half open, the feeling of being wrapped in Dracos strong protective hold made me feel warm and tingly inside. He hummed back his nose pressing against the side of my face gently and his arms squeezed me into a hug as he let out a breath. I too, took in a deep breath, the warmth of the fire on my check and arms reminding me of the events that happened right before this one.

“Come on babe! You’re going to get sick out in this type of weather!” Draco shouted from the other end of the court yard. I heard him but I kept twirling in the heavy snow fall, my arms stretched out and my mouth open trying to eat the snowflakes. This snow fall was much heavier than the others that had happened this season. You almost couldn’t see the other end of the court yard with how much snow was falling from the white fluffy clouds.

“Y/n! I’m not going to tell you again!” I could barely hear his shouts from where I stood standing. However, this time his voice sounded much more serious than it did just minutes ago. I shifted on my heels and began to walk back to Draco. But, I hadn’t even taken two steps when a tickling sensation formed in my nose. I scrunched up my nose several times but it only made it worse until it got to the point where I just let it out.

“Achoo!” My sneezed echoed across the empty court yard, I could also take hear Draco’s sigh. almost. I quickly ran back to Draco, my eyes were closed as I have him a sweet innocent smile.

“What am I going to do with you..” he mumbled, his head rested on his head as it shook. I on,y gave him a toothy grin in response and grabbed his warm gloved hand. He gave me a soft smile, his eyes standing out brightly in the snows pale white colo. he turned around and tugged on my arm signaling for us to go back to the common room.

“What about Christmas..?” He mumbles sleepily. His grip tightening ever so softly.

“Ohhh... you know, everything about Christmas” I beamed happily, throwing my legs straight up in the air. My actions resulted in a groan from Draco, his body tightened up underneath me from the sudden motion. I giggled and laid back down against his chest, snuggling in making myself comfortable once more. He let out another breath, his breathing slowly started to become deeper and his heart slowed down a little bit. A soft giggle slipped past my lips, the sound of Draco’s soft snores filled my ears, his chest was rising and falling slowly against my back. I moved my head to the side so my ear was resting against his shoulder and my back as now in between Draco and the couch. The sudden motion caused Draco to stir a little bit, a small moan escaping his lips.

“I love you...” his voice was quiet and soft. Something that I have grown quite fond of. Draco’s voice was usually loud and booming in the hallways to keep unwanted witches and wizards away. However, when we were alone his voice was smooth and silky. Like honey. It calmed me down immediately when I’m stressed r anxious about anything. I could listen to it all day.

“I love you more.” I whispered, my own eyes growing tired as the warmth of Draco radiated off his body and onto mine. His tight yet comfortable hold around me made me feel safe as I relaxed on the couch wrapped in the loving arms of the slytherin prince. Soon my eyes shut and I soon drifted off into a deep sleep along with Draco. Our soft breathing and snores filling the silent cold common room. I wouldn’t trade this moment wrapped in Draco’s arms for anything.

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letsperaltiago · 3 years

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right next to the right one

Nothing special but here is a small, 100% fluff moment from very early Peraltiago. I imagined it taking place somewhere in between ‘New Captain’ and ‘The funeral’. Enjoy 💕

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It’s their first night together – or, more like, the first night they go to bed together without ripping each other’s clothes off in the heat and heaviness caused by four drinks.

They’re at Amy’s place this time. Jake is nervously fiddling around her bedroom trying to get ready for bed without interrupting or getting in the way of whatever punctual night routine Amy Santiago must have. They did just have their first date a few days ago, and maybe there are a lot of sides to her that he hasn’t met yet; although it doesn’t take a genius to know that surely Amy has some kind of step-by-step pattern she walks through before heading to bed.

Or that’s what he thinks. Suddenly she reemerges from the bathroom, only five minutes after first leaving the bedroom, and looks completely calm and ready for bed. Not freaked out because she’s running behind schedule or missing steps. No kind of ritual seems to be playing out and Jake has to admit to himself: he’s slightly confused.

“That was fast?” Jake quizzes from where he’s standing by the foot of her bed still dressed like he’s about to leave and Amy frowns. Both because of the statement, which sounds more like a question, but also because she thought he too would be ready for bed by now.

“You sound confused? I just removed my makeup and brushed my teeth – it doesn’t take that long.” She cocks her eyebrows telling him that no, not all women spend an hour in the bathroom… Jake feels bad for questioning her, and all women out there, but is quickly interrupted by her picking up on him being far from ready for bed.

“But why are you still dressed? Get in bed, silly!” She chuckles and gets into bed on what he assumes is her usual side. He secretly hopes that one day the other side will become his. Too soon, he thinks and shakes it off. One step at a time.

Jake contemplates whether or not he should explain himself but quickly figures that it doesn’t matter. Her lack of strict routine just tells him that she’s relaxed in her own home, around him, and that he likes - a lot. Also, Amy looks really cute in nothing but an oversized NYPD-shirt and panties.

“Oh, yeah sorry. Just didn’t know where to put my stuff and I didn’t want to like…” he shuffles nervously to the free side of the bed, probably looking stupid, and he hates that he’s so nervous. By no means does he want her to notice; maybe think she’s the one making him nervous. Actually he just likes her so stupid much that he’d rather stand there and look stupid than mess up her room or do something else that’ll give him away; do something that’ll let her know he isn’t the one for her. “… I didn’t want to Jake up your room.”

She’s just gotten under the covers, sitting against the headboard with her current book in her lap, but seems to forget about it and suddenly freeze on the spot with her eyes on him. Not in an accusing way or with an expression that lets him know he needs to leave; rather a look of warmth and appreciation… Maybe even a hint of amusement. Then she crawls across the bed to his side and stands on her knees.

“Jake…” she grabs him by the hoodie and pulls him in so that he stands as close to her as the edge of the bed will allow. Everything she says comes out with a special warmth radiating from her lips and eyes, something he’s only ever seen in her. “I appreciate the thought, but… You’ve already Jake’d up my life so a little Jake’ing up my bedroom won’t hurt me. Okay?”

The way the words fall from her lips, full of calmness and serenity, has him pacified without delay. The soft peck to his lips radiates a welcoming feeling Jake can’t deny. Confidence slowly seeps back into him, and he finally feels as if he can answer her searching, soft brown eyes.

“Okay,” he’s finally able to let down his shoulders, his overall guard, and return her smile with a matching radiation of serenity and calmness.

It’s so stupid how much he likes her, he thinks. It partially scares him although never enough to chase him away. Before he even has the time to realize it, as if it’s second nature to him, he rids himself of his clothes. Few minutes later his outfit is, somewhat, neatly hanging on a chair nearby. He smiles sheepishly and Amy chuckles, nodding in approval: perhaps he’s not too bad at this after all, he thinks and falls into Amy Santiago’s bed.

Everything is so brand new to the both of them yet quickly falls into a rhythm that feels normal: everything from Amy reading her book by his side to the way the Jake’s late night cartoon’s flicker in the background without bothering her.

Amy feels it too. The normality of the new them. For the past few days they’ve been together, Amy’s already wondered many times: how? She puts down her book and lies down on her side to get a better look at his side profile.

She can’t tell if the cartoons that deserve credit for calming him down, causing him to zone out of reality, but Amy enjoys this side of Jake. The Jake that is just… there. With her.

She wonders, after going through what they both went through to get to each other, how she got so lucky? Suddenly, very out of nowhere, she finds herself fully focused on the mand beside her and something feels just a tad different. All night she’d felt so nonchalant, so easy going about him being around, that it didn’t occur to her just how lucky she is and now she can’t stop wondering, over and over, how? How is he here after all their ups and down, exes, friend zones and whatnot?

“Hey.”

It falls out of her before she can comprehend it or try to stop it, and as soon as his head calmly turns to look at her Amy knows she has to carry through with this. The shifting colorful light from the TV casts a warm shadow on the side of his face that is turned away from it, and Amy halts for a second taking in the sight in front of her. The man by her side is so gently, so easily tuned in to her and the flickering lights enhances all of her favorite facial features. Features she can kiss now, whether she believes it or not, and features she gets to run her hands and fingers along if she wishes to.

“Hey,” he answers with a soft smile inviting her to speak her mind, because of all people, Amy Santiago alwayshas an agenda. Jake knows.

In contrast to how ready she felt just seconds ago, she all of the sudden, now that the first word is out and the attention is on her, feels so shy. Probably has furiously blushing cheeks too. Knowing Jake, he’s probably already noticed.

“What’s up?” he tries.

Amy considers not speaking her mind, instead just joke it off like they often do. Most of the time that’s a fine solution… But this moment, for some reason, feels more important. Like it’s not supposed to be brushed off. Amy genuinely has some things on her mind.

“I just,” she cuts herself off nervously biting down on her bottom lip. “I just can’t believe we’re here… Like, together.”

If her blush wasn’t very evident before then it definitely is now, and she has to look away from him just to keep calm. His eyes, especially with the soft look he has right now, all of the sudden seems so overwhelming. In the good way. The scary way too. Just a year ago she would’ve never believed anyone telling her that Jake Peralta would come to make her feel this way.

“I know.” Jake chuckles and Amy dares to look back at him. He’s looking straight ahead again but this time not at the TV, she can tell. He looks deep in thought, smiling, and Amy feels less scared. If the man of a thousand issues is smiling at the thought of them (she hopes) then everything is probably alright.

“Like even after everything that’s come between us, constantly demotivating the process like… wrong timing, being undercover, Sophia, Teddy…” she trails off realizing just how many odds have been against them for the past two years or so.

He slowly nods in agreement still staring into air with a small smile on his face as if he’s seeing something she isn’t.

“Yeah… To me, the whole thing with Teddy was never that demotivating though. On the contrary.”

Amy’s eyebrows dip into a confused frown.

“Really.” Jake finally turns his head to look at her and the flickering lights make him look that more handsome, like in a movie scene, all over again. She loves when he looks at her, even if it’s just been a few days. If Jake was the last person to ever look at her, just like he is right now, she would die happy. Somehow it feels like he’s done it for longer – maybe he has and she just hasn’t noticed?

“This is going to sound super dumb, but every time I saw you with him I was bummed out, yes, but it also made me even more sure: I wanted to be the one to be with you. I wanted all the small moments he got with you… Like siting at Shaw’s making you smile and laugh while drinking beer; competing with you about dumb stuff that only we care about and everyone rolls their eyes at us; picking you up from work – even though we literally sit across from each other, I now realize as I’m saying it out loud.”

They both chuckle in unison but on the inside they both feel their hearts burst with joy at this small confession. Silence, a comfortable one, takes over. Amy sees his face switch to the one he always put on when he’s being serious and genuine. Her heart skips yet another beat.

”I guess I kinda always knew I wanted be where he was standing, you know? Next to you. Holding your hand even, if I was really lucky.” He chuckles but so softly that Amy can tell he’s still being serious.

Amy nods, entranced, and if it wasn’t for what said next then the moment definitely would’ve been a fully and completely soft moment - alike nothing she’d ever witnessed Jake Peralta in before. The man beside her is nervously fiddling with his fingers and she can tell Jake has crossed some emotional boundaries with this confession tonight. Which is also why she doesn’t comment on it when he flees the intensity of the romantic moment with a joking remark.

“And if that isn’t motivation for ya then I don’t know what is.” His voice switches to the goofy tone he speaks in most of the time and soft Jake slowly fades away, into fun Jake with his still tall walls up. Although Amy knows he means every word he’s just said. That is enough for her; enough to keep her cheeks blushing and lips in the shape of a moved smile. Enough to keep her around for what feels like will be a long time.

“Well…” she scoots over to his side of the bed and pulls his head down to press a playful kiss to his cheek, like a schoolgirl would to her crush, and it’s Jake’s turn to blush. She pulls back but stays close, turns his head with her hand bringing them nose to nose. She’s still blushing but she doesn’t care. He can see her colors - all of them.

“Here you are, Peralta. And it feels so much better having you here.”

#peraltiago #jake and amy #jake x amy #amy santiago #jake peralta #peralta #sanitago #fluff #b99 #brooklyn nine-nine #Brooklyn nine nine #fanfic #oneshot #fanfiction

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bb-eilish · 3 years

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Deep Affection

Warnings: none other than the fact that i havent written something in literal years and tooth aching fluff.

Word count: 1,206

Based off the song Me and my Husband by Mitski, “i am the idiot with a painted face, in the corner taking up space, but when he walks in I am loved”

A/N: IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR HOURS, IT’S SO CUTE

Posted: November 13th

You’ve been assigned MORE essays to write in transfiguration, charms, and ancient runes. It was all getting to you very fast and you didn’t know what to do. 700 words for charms, 600 for transfiguration, and 900 for ancient runes. All due in 24 hours.

Sure, you’ve done a lot more in a less amount of time before, but this was different. The snickers, the insults, and the finger pointing made it almost impossible for you to start writing. Yes you probably could’ve went somewhere else, but it was no use, they would’ve followed you.

“I will always wonder what Draco sees in that troll, i mean doesn’t she have a bridge to guard?” Pansy spits while her friends turn their heads to laugh at you.

You closed your eyes and set down your quill, feeling the cold wood under your palms as you place them over the table. You shrink into yourself as you feel the sting of tears in your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your already damp cheeks.

Draco had asked you out last year after he saved you from Umbridge’s dictatorship like uprising. Wide eyed and surprised you said yes, the smile that took over his face made your knees weak.

Your relationship has been perfect, sure you fight sometimes, but all couples go through that. You fell so deeply inlove with those gray eyes that held so much adoration and love for you. He made you feel so much more confident and self assured. Until the wrath of Pansy and her posse fell upon you.

Pansy Parkinson, Draco’s number one fan. That is until you started dating the man himself. The first time Draco had ever kissed you in front of people had been nerve wracking, especially when you saw the smile drop from Pansy’s face and rage take over. From that day on she made it her mission to see you cry.

As the tears started taking over and you start to sob silently, you hear it. His voice, he’s chatting with Blaise Zabini about potions homework. Before he knows you’re there you quickly wipe the tears from your face and regulate your breathing so you calm down. It worked for the most part.

You look up at him from across the library. You make eye contact and the joy that shoots through him creates a big toothy smile as he almost skips his way to your table. As he makes his way to you, you can’t help but zero in on him. Everything else is a blur, you already start getting blushy. A gentle smile gracing your lips.

“Y/N, darling, i’ve missed you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, i even asked the small weasley girl if she knew of your whereabouts. Thank goodness she was right when she told me to go here” he says in almost a whisper as he sits down to your left. His right hand meets your lower back as he rubs it soothingly. The gentle smile never leaving his face.

All of a sudden the pain Pansy and her friends have caused is raised from your chest and shoulders, you sit up taller as you make heart eyes at him. You both don’t say anything as you stare at each other, the warmth and love you feel radiating off of him makes you tear up. Your hands bunch the sides of the slytherin sweater he’s wearing under his robe. You bring yourself closer to him, still captivated by his eyes.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asks while bringing the hand on your lower back to your left arm and starts rubbing up and down.

“I-i’m fine, you just make my life so much better. When I’m with you it’s like nothing else matters”. You shyly state, his eyes widen while he tugs you closer. The hug he wraps you in makes the tears in your eyes drop. The utter love and adoration you feel makes you feel like you’re floating.

He pulls away slightly to look at your face, his right hand going to cup your cheek and wipe your tears. It’s like the only people who truly exist are you two. He leans in slightly, getting the hint you lean in as well. Your lips meeting in a kiss that makes more tears release from your eyes. It’s almost like you’ve never felt anything so perfect in your life.

You pull away first to say something that has been racking your brain for months. You switch between his eyes and and the minimal space between the chairs you both occupy.

“Draco, i um..i love you” You finally look back up and he smiles.

“I love you too Y/N, you know that”

“Not the kind of love you’re thinking, this is so much deeper. I just want you to be happy, I want to erase all the things in your life that make you anything less than joyful. Your well being means the absolute most to me, i’d give anything to see you smile. I want you to be happy even if that means you dating someone else.” Your eyes soft, your lips pouty, and your heart racing.

Draco has never had someone love and care about him so deeply, not even his parents have compared to your heart felt confession. He feels the tears sting his eyes as he looks at you in shock. He leans in all the way and kisses you while his hands slither up to cup your head. You feel his tears run down his cheeks onto yours. After a few seconds he pulls away fully crying.

“I don’t think someone has ever cared about me so deeply, Y/N. But i’m so very grateful it’s you who does. You’re my entire world, i hope you know i’m going to marry you one day. You will be my wife, i promise you.” The look you give him, wide eyed with your mouth slowly opening more and more, makes him chuckle dreamily.

Next to you both a scoff is heard and the sound of a chair moving alerted you and Draco. You two look towards the sound to see a fuming Pansy Parkinson with clenched fists and white knuckles.

“Is there a problem Parkinson?” Draco asks annoyed.

“Yes! You’re not supposed to be with her! You’re supposed to be with me! She’s not even a pure blood, are you seriously going to fall in love with a blood traitor!?” Pansy sneers as she slowly stalks towards you.

You expected Draco to be fuming, wand at the ready to hex her, but to your surprise he glares dangerously and helps you out of the library. You make your way to the slytherin common room with his arm securely around your waist. You end up at his dorm, he opens the door and makes a gesture telling you to enter first. First you make a stop at his desk to put down the parchment paper that you’re using for your essays. Then you walk to his bed and shyly sit down, your emotions all over the place. But you know everything is all right when he sits next to you, knees touching, both his hands enveloping yours.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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look at my sunshine🥺

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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Paint the Warmth of the Sky - SEUNGMIN

We’re at the end! Thank you to all those who stayed for the ride, and I hope you look forward to the drabble game I’ll be hosting soon!

The title includes a pun on Seungmin’s English name (Sky)!! I’m very proud of myself for this :) dedicated to @wingkkun because Mai... this may not be a lot of -in your face- Seungmin hot agenda, but you will find that I was inspired by it. I hope this is a suitable (very late) birthday present :D

(made the last two bingos with this: witches/sweater weather/seasonal coffee, sweater weathe/apple picking/costumes!)

Unbeleafable prompt: sweater weather

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au

Triggers: some cursing, slightly (very slightly) suggestive

Word Count: 1.6k

One morning, you tell Seungmin the reasons for your love.

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Normally, Seungmin’s the first one in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, pattering around with bare feet on the cold floor as he makes a cup of coffee to start the morning. But today, you wake up first, fully wrapped in your boyfriend’s toasty arms.

A small, bleary smile involuntarily lifts the corners of your mouth as you stare at Seungmin’s peaceful face, eyes fluttered shut, his chest rising slightly as he huffs soft breaths between his lips. Your hand rises to softly stroke his hair and he unconsciously shuffles into your touch, leaning into the warmth even though he’s literally radiating heat from his bare chest. Even the necklace sitting around his throat is warm. For a moment, you relax once again, closing your eyes and indulging in the comfort of the bed just a bit longer.

But morning light is already beginning to seep through the edges of the bedroom curtains, so you make the difficult decision to extract your body from Seungmin’s clingy arms. He murmurs a bit in his sleep but thankfully doesn’t wake up as you climb off the mattress, press a quick kiss to his forehead, and slip into the bathroom.

He must’ve been really tired last night, you muse, brushing your teeth. You know he spent a long time at the library, fixing up last errors on his law paper before submitting, and he also had a few classes and a vocal lesson earlier in the day. He didn’t look too drowsy when he got home, but exhaustion has a way of creeping up on its victims and striking when it’s late.

Poking your head back into the bedroom, you see that he’s still fast asleep, cocooned under the warm blankets. It’s so fucking cute.

Well, he doesn’t have much on his schedule today. He can sleep a bit longer.

It isn’t until you’ve started brewing the coffee that you finally hear water running in the bathroom, and you’re getting eggs out of the fridge for breakfast when Seungmin comes stumbling out of the hall, pajama pants still on his legs, chest now covered in a sweater that someone cropped as a prank (was it Jisung? You feel like it was either him or Felix, though your whole friend group is so chaotic that it’s no surprise you don’t remember the culprit). “You left me alone in bed,” he whines.

“Good morning to you too,” you snip cheerfully, putting the eggs on the counter before turning around to hug him. “You seemed tired yesterday, so I thought I’d let you sleep a bit more.”

He just grumbles something about “cold” and “alone” and buries his face in your shoulder, forcing you to take the brunt of his weight. “Oh, shut up.” You pat his head lightly, leaning against the kitchen counter for support. “You’re a warm person. I was almost overheating when I woke up, wrapped in the blankets and burrito-ed with you.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Seungmin whines. “I don’t know why I love you.”

Ah. There it is. That ever-present bubble of fluttering energy that builds in your chest whenever your lovely Minnie says those three blissful words. A wide smile involuntarily spreads across your face as you push him away just enough to press a short kiss to his lips. “It’s because I love you and make you eggs for breakfast,” you reply, pecking him once more before steering him to the small kitchen table. “Now sit there and wait until the eggs are done.”

Even inside the apartment, the chilly fall air sometimes seeps in through minute cracks in the walls. You shiver a bit next to the kitchen window as a sharp little breeze blows through. It’s okay, though, because the next thing you know, warm, sweater-covered arms are sliding around your waist and Seungmin’s placed his chin on your shoulder, necklace digging slightly into your skin.

“I thought I told you to wait at the table,” you scold with no real bite in your voice. If anything, you just cuddle into his warmth, admiring the strength in his arms as he holds you.

“You looked cold,” he mumbles, breath puffing against your neck.

You turn briefly, just enough to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, Minnie.”

Seungmin’s voice, slightly deepened with sleep, sounds like music to your ears. “You’re welcome.”

He hums in your ear, low melodies sending delightful shivers up your neck as he watches you finish the eggs. A few warm minutes later, you’re dishing them onto two plates, handing one over to your boyfriend and taking the other to the table. As Seungmin starts eating, you take a moment just to look at him and appreciate his existence.

The sun has risen enough, now, that its rays stream through the kitchen window and land on Seungmin, sparkling on the thin chain around his neck and almost making him glow. The cropped sweater shows enough of his skin to make your mouth slightly dry, but the sleeves are still long enough that he has sweater paws when he doesn’t have them rolled up his arms (and right now, he doesn’t).

Cute and hot. You grin. The dichotomy is incredible.

“Stop staring at me and eat,” Seungmin says, snapping you out of your reverie. There’s a tinge of pink on his cheeks as his sparkling eyes meet yours, slightly shy and embarrassed and so, so beautiful. “Your eggs are going to get cold.”

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the boyfriend I love so much,” you tease.

To your delight, his flush grows slightly darker and he pouts slightly as you shove food in your mouth. Your pride at flustering him must show, though, because his eyes darken the slightest bit in a way that gets your heart racing. “Oh?” He rests an elbow on the table, putting his chin onto his fist. “What do you appreciate about me, then?”

You swallow, but your eyes burn with love and mischief. “Hm. Maybe it’s how cute you look with your sweaters in cold weather, you know, the sleeves covering your hands.” You flap your own hands to demonstrate and purse your lips as Seungmin grins, mimicking a thinking expression. “Or it’s because you look really good in that cropped one in particular – seriously, I have to thank Felix or Jisung or whoever did it, because the view?” You whistle teasingly, and Seungmin bursts into the loud laughter that always fills your heart. “Ah-maze-ing.”

There are a few moments of laughter that expand through the apartment, filling the air with pleasant joy. “Anything else?” Seungmin asks finally, calming down.

“Fishing for compliments now, aren’t we?” You smirk, resting your chin on your hand. “Well, if I were to sum it up…” You feel your smile muscles relaxing, turning your wide, teasing grin into something smaller but contemplative, soft. “It’d just be your warmth.” His eyes gaze into yours steadily, giving you the courage to continue. “You’re warm, Seungmin. With you, I always feel comfortable. And I always feel loved.”

Seungmin’s smile melts into something so soft, so unbelievably peaceful and happy that even with the fall chill in the air, you feel the same warmth you just spoke of enveloping you in a cozy hug. Then Seungmin comes over and gives you the real thing, pulling you up from the chair and folding you into his arms as you rest your head against his chest.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he murmurs.

You smile into the fabric of his warm, warm sweater. “Yeah, I know.” Leaning back slightly, you gaze into his clear, lovely eyes. “I love you too.”

Sweater paws rise up to your cheeks, Seungmin’s lips pressing against yours smoothly, gently, in a graceful movement practiced over many years of love. You sigh into the kiss, hands sliding up his chest under the sweater, bringing him closer, closer until all you can feel is his body against yours.

It’s pleasant. Lovely. Warm, so warm in a way that doesn’t feel suffocating or heavy, but perfectly balanced so that you feel fuzzy all over, even when you have to break away from Seungmin’s lips to take a breath of air. Twinkling eyes stare into yours, the smile on your boyfriend’s flushed face filled with love, so much love that you didn’t even realize that much could exist. He kisses you again, then again and again, until you’re so dizzy with the bliss of his touch that you can’t think of anything else in the world except Seungmin’s name and how much you love him.

Eventually, though, you pull away, laughing slightly at the pout on Seungmin’s kiss-swollen lips. “Breakfast is definitely cold now,” you note, looking at the rapidly cooling plates left on the table.

“Noooooo,” Seungmin whines, rushing over to his dish and shoveling eggs into his mouth. “This is all your fault.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “My fault?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me with your pretty face, this wouldn’t have happened.” He pouts, a stray bit of egg staining the corner of his lips.

“Hmph.” You lean across the table to wipe it off. “Well, maybe you should learn not to get distracted by –” you motion dramatically to your face – “this beauty right here.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do when you say things like that? Not kiss you?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “You would’ve done the same.”

You laugh. “Touché, Minnie. Touché.”

He grins, vindicated. “Can I get another kiss for being right?”

This time, you’re the one who abandons their plate, eyes rolling playfully as you plop yourself onto his lap. And once again, you lose yourself in Seungmin’s touch as lips press against each other in a gentle dance that you know will keep you warm for many years to come.

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briyourmotherdown · 4 years

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alright so here’s what i’m thinking. a cute little study date with bri while he’s still in uni!! the space is a mess with papers but y’all and giggling like fools and just enjoying each other’s company. the literal dream ugh

i’m- okay, all i can say is yes. that’s the actual dream??? i’m so soft??? oh my god. okay. here it is.

You somehow ended up best friends with the smartest man you’ve ever met.

It’s frustrating sometimes, how intelligent and how gifted Brian is, but how monumentally unaware he is of his own capabilities. God, you could just grab him and shake him by his shoulders just to make him realise even slightly how talented he is at everything he does.

You’d always thought that it came easy to him, and to an extent it does come naturally, but when you first witnessed Brian during the run-up to exams you realised that he becomes an even bigger wreck than you do. You still remember him during first year exams vividly. You had only been friends for a few months when you knocked on the door of his flat with coffee to help him through, just to be met with a moodier, sleepier, distressed version of Brian that you hadn’t met until that very moment. It was nearly frightening, to be quite frank, to see the tall and lanky boy with the softest eyes you’d ever seen become so stressed during exams.

Since that day, you decided that you won’t let him suffer like that again, you would study together so that you could keep an eye on him, getting him snacks since he’d always forget to eat, and make him drink enough water.

It may have been partially a selfish act however, since studying with Brian meant that you could spend more time with him. He was a sight to behold when he was focussed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed in a perpetual frown that for some reason made him look so adorable.

Your little crush on Brian had only grown into something bigger as you finished your first year and made your way into the second, and suddenly you couldn’t control the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought of him. It was ridiculous really, how anyone could mention his name, or he could simply smile at you and you’d be in a puddle on the floor.

Which is why when the first exams of the year roll around, you’re the first to propose a study date.

Brian’s flat is cosy when you show up, a candle lit in the corner and a few small decorative pumpkins littered about. You can’t help but grin when you notice them. Brian never decorated for Autumn before he met you, but after learning about how much you love the Fall, he went out and bought a few pumpkins immediately. The thought fills your heart with so much joy, warmth spreading through you as the two of you sit on the floor of his living room, two cups of hot chocolate set on the coffee table.

“You mustn't distract me this time,” you begin, pulling your books and notes out of your bag, “or Professor Kurt will hunt you down.”

“Distract you!” Brian chuckles, “If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one who couldn’t choose a record to play and went through my entire collection giving your own review of each one.”

“Yeah, well, excuse me for not loving Bob Dylan.”

Brian laughs, shaking his head at you with a wide grin on his face. His curls are mussed today, and you assume it’s from tugging on it out of stress as he’s been studying, but it suits him. The flame of the candle glows against the sharp hook of his nose and against his slightly stubbly jaw, casting an orange halo over him. It’s breathtaking, to say the least, so you clear your throat and open one of your textbooks.

“It’s alright, I don’t care for Marvin Gaye.��

You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes, “I simply cannot believe, let alone accept what I am hearing right now,” he laughs and rolls his eyes, but you’re still in shock, “This actually feels quite blasphemous.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic,” he says, scooting over on the floor to sit closer to you, “It’s why we’re good together, we balance each other.”

You feel your skin grow hot as you gulp. His body heat is radiating against you, the scratchy wool of his jumper rubbing against your wrist as he moves his arm to grab his pen. You wonder how the hell he’s comfortable in something so itchy, but he seems content, the thick collar exposing a bit of his pale collar bone.

You scoff, trying your best to hide your fluster, “We balance each other out with our taste in music?”

“Among other things.” He smiles, a genuine smile that has your insides feeling warm.

Then you both begin to study, though nothing gets done. The two of you practically make it your mission to distract the other as much as they can. Brian would shoulder you gently so that your pen would scratch an obvious black line through your paper, and you’d throw bits of crumpled up paper at him, and pretend to lose pencils in his hair.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, gets done. But neither of you care, enjoying each other’s company as the sun sets early outside and rain begins to patter against his window pane.

“Hey! Where’d you even get those paper clips from?” Brian laughs, covering his face with his arms as you shower him with the small bits of metal.

You’d ended up across from him over the coffee table, books and bits of paper scattered everywhere, making a total mess. Your revision was abandoned long ago, and instead a battle takes place in the living room.

You cease fire momentarily to protect yourself from the eraser he’d thrown, laughing all the while, “I’ll never tell!”

“Alright, you’ve left me no choice!” He laughs, a wicked grin on his face.

Before you can figure out what’s happening, Brian lunges towards you, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, all you see are his long limbs coming towards you, and a shriek escapes from your lips as you’re pushed to the rug.

He lets his body weight rest on you, pinning your wrists gently down. You both laugh, but as you stare up at him from the floor. You become silent, and his smile slowly fades. Blood rushes through your ears, and you gulp when he begins to lean down, pretty eyes fluttering closed.

He brushes his nose against yours, testing the water, his breath fanning over your lips as your eyes also fall closed. You tilt your chin and bring it back down, nervously anticipating his next move. Then he brings his lips to brush against yours, just barely, before filling the gap.

The kiss is gentle, and sweet, but it has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering yet again, when he pulls away to look into your eyes. And then he smiles, and so do you, and he kisses you again as the rain pours outside.

#i want this #so much?#uni!bri is so cute #ugh he's so baby #brian may #blurb #brianmayxreader

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nobodyeverasked · 4 years

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buenas noches; han jisung

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summary - 10,000 nights and 1,000,000 more...

A blissful sigh passed Y/N’s lips and faded into the traffic of the busy hall around him as he stood nestled in the safety of his open locker, fingers brushing over a photograph of him and his boyfriend - Jisung - fooling around under the flash of ivory light. The memory of that night played over and over in his head like a silken record, the symphonies of their conversations which stumbled through the midnight and caught between his teeth still running sweet over his lips. The violet stains of compassion painted across his chest still aching with the toxins of his happiness, and the hair he tangled his hands in still singing his fingertips with the embers of their admiration-

“Hey.” A voice snapped him from the trance that sent his head up into the clouds of his daydreams, a hand grabbing his waist and whipping around. He couldn’t help but melt into the touch of the skin he’s spent countless nights memorizing - every inch. Y/N couldn’t hold back a gasp as his eyes met with Jisung’s, his back instantly meeting his now closed locker. Jisung pressed him up further, chests touching a grips tightening as they entwined their lips. “Happy anniversary, babe.” Jisung finally whispered out, all the breath sucked from out of him as he revelled in the sweetness dancing between their kisses.

he lost himself in Y/N’s eyes and brushed his hair back.

“Happy anniversary, Sung.” Y/N soaked in the light of Jisung’s awetricken smile, the hands moulding his waist and the eyes embracing his filling him with the sparks of joy.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, the clockwork of time stopped in its tracks. Jisung losing himself in the galaxies embracing Y/N’s eyes, the glimmers of happiness that made the starlight hovering over their nighttime walks shine so much brighter. Jisung carded his hands through Y/N’s hair, a comforting warmth radiating between their chests and the spiralling laughs filling the air around them as he held Y/N’s face in his hands - worshiping the scarlet that stained his cheeks from the kisses that longed for his skin.

It’s been one year, one whole year for these two, and somehow it’s felt like two hours and two decades at the same time, they were each other’s miracles, the shooting stars they would always pray upon when their moon turned their back on them. They are the love songs that would now always bring memories of them swaying together in their living room, the music drowning from their ears as they just looked into each other's eyes and followed their hearts.

Jisung looked back on the summer nights they spent together under the sun they burned black with their laughter, the cinders of the sunset melting upon their intertwined bodies, and the autumn rain that would sing swansongs of peace as Jisung brushed his hands through Y/N’s hair. The violet nights that poured their essence over Y/N’s bare skin as they painted each other red forever engraved themselves in his memory.

“I can’t believe it’s been only a year.” Jisung finally lifted the sheets of silence that were pulled over them. Did the bell go? They didn’t notice, they didn’t care. All they cared about was the person between their arms and the tongues between their teeth. Y/N looked so beautiful, wrapped in his warm embrace, under his gaze - even with the harsh glow of the hallway lights, his eyes still shimmered with the molten gold forged from the flames of their adoration. He trailed kisses down Y/N’s cheek and under his jaw, stray fingers pulling on Y/N’s jacket to bring him closer… Closer…

“Yeah, it’s been so long, yet-”

“It’s felt like forever and nothing, all at the same time…” Jisung smiled sheepishly as a hand came up to nudge his chest.

“That’s what I was gonna say…” Y/N pouted, his shoulders dropping, ruby-lined lips forcing down a smile. “I thought I was in charge of the lovey-dovey shit.”

Jisung chuckled softly, caressing Y/N’s cheeks with his thumbs and working his touch down to his neck. “I’m here to overthrow you, my cringe is too strong!”

“You said it, not me-”

“Hey!”

“Sorry~” Y/N sang into the chest that he would always lay on when the road to sleep grew rough, or when the spotlight under the moon shone too bright. Jisung was the light at the end of the tunnel and the hands of the breeze that would guide him down busy streets. “I love you!” Y/N listened to Jisung’s heartbeat as their laughs took flight once more, stifled by the adoration that stained their lips and ran down their necks, that soaked the stormy nights with a golden glow and turned their lonely nights into ones they would truly die to relive again.

“I love you more, babe.” Jisung took Y/N’s hands in his own. “So, as for our plans tonight. I’ve made reservations…”

“I thought you said nothing fancy…” Y/N looked up, swinging their knotted hands between them.

“It's at chez moi, party for two…” Jisung leaned over and whispered into Y/N’s ear, his voice dripping with the honey that laced their golden kisses and danced across the horizons of their tender mornings. Y/N relieved a sigh from through his lips and left a hand wandering in Jisung’s hair. Jisung never seized to amaze him. “My couch and Domino’s, class and elegance at the max. Exclusive.” Jisung arched an eyebrow, taking Y/N’s hand and lining his knuckles with kisses.

“Oh, I’m so honoured…”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, the waiting list was packed.”

“Wut…?”

“I’m kidding!” Jisung swept Y/N into a hug and let his lips drape over Y/N’s skin. “Are you sure it’s okay, though?”

“Is what okay?”

“Tonight… I mean, it’s no candlelight dinner… I really wanted to do something special for my baby…” Jisung looked down, but a hand nudging under his chin brought his gaze right back up. Back up to the eyes he always lost himself in as the starlight sang over their bodies and spilled its essence over their sheets, the eyes that showed him the world that he closed himself off from. He could never truly thank the young man wound up in his embrace for what he’s done for him. His hands were paradise, his touch was heaven-sent, his being was the oasis in his desert of isolation. He was everything.

“Han Jisung,” Y/N started. Oh no. “Any time with you is the time of my life. We could literally be lying in a ditch and I’d fall in love with you all over again.” Y/N cupped Jisung’s face that burned with the flames of happiness, and brought him closer to mould his ruby lips into a grin he could never get enough of. All Y/N wanted to say through the sweet nothing’s he whispered into a sleeping Jisung’s chest coaxed out of him with the hands worshiping his waist and the lips weaving with his. “So I’ll see you after class then…?” Y/N was breathless.

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah~” Y/N rolled his eyes and laughed, watching as Jisung pulled at his hair and winced in a silent apology.

“I’ll meet you here?”

“Yep. Till then, babe.”

They parted with a kiss they wished could last forever, for as long as the sun spills over their smiles. They both round classroom corners with smiles, a year’s worth of memories playing in their heads too high in the clouds to hear their teachers’ lectures.

Y/N’s shaking hands fiddled with the white shirt-collar fitted snugly around his neck, straightening out his jeans and trying not to suffocate within the whit walls of his bedroom. The window looking out onto the night sky, stained by the moonlight, feeling smaller in the mirror he fidgeted in front of. Every few minutes - forever and nothing just like his life with Jisung - he found something new to flick into place or rub off his sleeves, checking his phone in between paces on his carpet. Jisung just texted him. He was leaving now, he lived almost five minutes away, and Jisung’s longing to see Y/N tonight might cut it down to two.

Y/N didn’t know why he was worrying so much, always feeling as if he was soaring in the clearest of skies when he was in Jisung’s arms, but he just wanted everything to be perfect. A perfect night with the perfect man, a perfect year to lead onto another one. Jisung made him feel like one in a million. No matter how much he tried to convince himself he wasn’t good enough, Jisung was there to pick up his pieces and make the rooms he painted blue into the lilac that sealed their kisses on strawberry sands and coiled their knotted hands whenever they had a craving for fresh air or ice cream.

Suddenly there was a jolt in his hand and his phone lit up, the bundles of heart emojis across his screen leaving no room for guessing who was at his front door. With one more breath easing slowly between Y/N’s teeth, he fetched his jean jacket resting on the arm of his couch and opened his door. He couldn’t help but smile as Jisung turned around with a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses, shining like the sun that spilled over their tangled bodies on sunday mornings. Y/N’s gasp was caught between his smile as Jisung’s lips beat his breath to it, his free hand instantly bringing his boyfriend closer.

“Sung… You didn’t have to…” Y/N said, breathless, the tongue that melded with his under the coral porch lights running as sweet as ever between his teeth, the laughter that strummed between burning cheeks and bright smiles splitting the violet night draping over them, coiling around ignited skin. “Seriously…”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jisung couldn’t help but weave between Y/N’s words, but how could he not marvel at the one he loves. Eyes dancing with such an entrancing light, skin that sets his heart ablaze, and a smile that never seizes to make all the clouded things in his mind seem crystal clear. “I had such a hard time picking flowers, they have nothing on you.”

“Stop~” Y/N held onto the flowers with a smile, blush seeping into his cheeks and clinging to his ears. Jisung leaned in to kiss the scarlet on his skin, taking a rose out of the bouquet and tapped Y/N on the nose with it. Laughter dripped down their connecting lips and followed them to Jisung’s car, the moonlight spilling over the bouquet between them and all of its marigold glory.

Jisung kept his arm wrapped around the treasure nestled into his side. Their sighs of content filling the air and widening their smiles. Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N, even as they strapped themselves into his car, his eyes wandering to the bouquet and back to his boyfriend. He could never get over how gorgeous Y/N looked with the sparks of happiness in his eyes, ones like the honey that painted their summertime evenings and sealed their memories in the molten gold that ran between breathless lips.

He drove on, letting the ivory of his headlights lead the way to his house, a warm smile across his lips every mile of the way.

“Welcome.” Jisung held his front door for Y/N, patting his waist as they went through the entrance and into Jisung’s house, four walls and ten rooms that welcomed him with open arms every time he passed through the white wood door. Y/N let himself breathe in the air of the sunsets painted on the walls, reminiscing on all of his fondest memories with the man that stood behind him, the arms around his waist and the lips on his neck more of a home then any roof over his head could be. “To the refined of the refined, best of the best.”

“I’m so honoured you made room for me, I see you’re fully booked.” Y/N tilted his head back with a sly smile, giggling as Jisung stroked his hands up his sides and rolled his eyes. They slipped their leather shoes off and walked further through the ivory archways and into the living room still singed by the flames of their adoration. The air still stung with the sunlight they stirred last weekend. The fingers tangling in hair, the amber spotlight hung over dancing tongues, cinnamon and desire stuck between their teeth and dripping from garnet lips. “So, do you know the time the pizza’s gonna get here?” Y/N perched himself on a barstool in Jisung’s kitchen, looking up as Jisung draped himself over Y/N’s shoulders that shrunk in sheepishness with every kiss trailing down his cheeks and to the corners of his smile.

“Yeah, I ordered it before I left, so it’ll be here in twenty minutes or it’s free!” They laced their fingers together, breath ghosting skin that ran so sickly sweet between curved lips and shone under crescent gazes.

“Such elegance, mi amor.” Y/N stifled a laugh as Jisung stomped off to the couch in his living room, a fake pout cracking under the heat of Y/N’s touch and the softness of his words. He tried not to melt when an embrace wound around his shoulders from behind the couch. “I’m kidding. You’re the only thing that matters, Sung, as long as I’m with you.” Their fingers wound around each other under the faint coral lights of the ceiling fan above, swaying with each other in the melodies of silence, until Jisung grabbed Y/N’s arm and flipped him onto the couch, landing him in his lap in a storm of yelps and cackles that split the indigo clouds threading the moonlight together. “JISUNG!”

“Smooth, I know…” Jisung pulled Y/N further onto his lap, ignoring the fact that he could’ve broken his neck.

“Yeah, smooth like chunky guacamole.” Y/N relaxed into Jisung’s arms again grabbing the T.V. remote lost under their laughter.

“I’m working on it, okay?” They chuckled together, their eyes never leaving each other even after the T.V. was turned on, the galaxies embraced in loving stares lighting up the walls around them with the light of the new dawn that always greeted their restless nights where they just lay on Jisung’s bed, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Jisung leaned down and annexed Y/N skin between his lips, the sweetness of the air that surrounded all of their nighttime walks shoving his head under the reckless waves of Y/N’s ocean. The waves of compassion that burst him out of his shell and into the man he is today. A man comfortable in his own skin - every inch of it memorized by the young man who finally turned around to meet his smile, loose hands perched on Jisung’s shoulders. Y/N always made him feel so special, like all the love he was finally able to give meant something, anything. Y/N was the key to a world he locked himself away from, the blanks in the pages he left in the corners of his doubts.

Now, as they spent this lifetime staring at each other’s eyes, they always found new things to love - even after 365 days of loving - how Y/N combs his hair back, how Jisung licks his lips when he’s nervous, how they stare at eachother and can get lost in the endless starlit skies of the paradise they’ve made for each other.

“You okay, Sung?” Y/N finally stepped through the silence draped over them like the ashen sheets housing their safest of sounds. His voice was silken, velvet through lips that were softer than the clouds they would send Jisung into every night their bodies aligned like the stars. Sometimes Jisung could feel them through the phone when long nights grew rough and sleepless, laughter brushing along his cheeks as if Y/N’s hands were there, and he could feel the weight of Y/N’s chest whenever he leaned on those plaza walls alone. All of the memories rushing back at him as the tides of Y/N’s touch swallowed him whole, waves of their waters caressing them like their summer kisses in Jisung’s pool. He’s so ready to lose count of the twilights that conquer together, the sunkissed walks on coral sands that always coloured his daydreams. It’s been only a year, and looking at Y/N’s expectant eyes, he longs for so many more.

“When you’re here?” Jisung let his hands twine in Y/N’s hair, the doorbell echoing through the house barely heard. The two young men lost in the flames of adoration spun into gold around them, shirts and jackets fell to the ground and greedy tongues met in a heavenly dance. The moonlight melting over heaving chests, spilling on skin soaked in the warmth of their love. Jisung could only think about the blessing of a young man on top of him, precious thighs that ran so soft between his hands seizing his waist. “Always…”

Cherry chapstick writhed between melded lips and dancing tongues. Their hands scorched their skin that ran with sweet toxins beneath them. Touches grew heavier with a burning hunger - the fingers tangled between locks of Jisung’s deep, brown hair and running down his chest embracing him in the waves of Y/N unyielding trust and undying love that always sent him careening for the starlit skies draped over them.

He longed for the sparks of their entwined smiles to burn between his teeth like the burning suns that flashed in their memories. He wants to bring Y/N’s body closer and closer and to feel the warmth that radiated through all of Y/N’s shy chuckles and brilliant grins. He wants to drown in the silken sweetness of their devotion that stifled the indigo night.

He wanted this day to feel like the countless years that would house their happiest memories.

A beautiful beginning to their happy ending...

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kumikoshortcake · 4 years

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Hi, how're you doing?? May I pretty please ask for a cute and fluffy scenario with Haizaki and his s/o? Whatever you want to do, I'm just craving for this asshole right now lol. Thank you!

Hi there, darling! Yes, yes you may! Not gonna lie, I’m not that happy with how it turned out. I think I rewrote this like 6 or 7 times but I felt like it just sounded weird no matter what so I went ahead and posted it. But I still hope it’s fluffy enough and that it satisfies your craving. Enjoy!

There's an evident spring in your step as you swing your hand, your fingers intertwined with Haizaki's in a firm but gentle grip. You had just finished your movie date and were walking to the nearest bus stop, ready to go home when a familiar trill in a nearby street catches your attention. You pause trying to place the familiar tune when your eyes suddenly light up in recognition and excitement. Tugging on Haizaki's hand, you both follow the melody with innocent and nostalgic memories playing in your head. Haizaki, unsure of your intentions, wants to question where you are going but the glow on your face and slight tinge on your cheeks immediately shuts him up and he decides to follow you quietly for the time being.

Rounding another corner, you see the thing that brought you so much joy before ecstatically pulling your boyfriend with you for a sweet treat. Haizaki lets a small genuine smile grace his lips at your child-like happiness towards the ice cream truck that majestically stood before you. He buys you the delectable treat and watches in amusement as you eat it exuding a childish aura; your eyes shining in happiness as you lick the ice cold delicacy, getting a bit on your face. His lips gently lick the ice cream of the tip of your nose before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Giving him a sweet smile, you continue devouring your treat, squeezing the hand that is holding his affectionately.

Finishing your treat, you both walk to the nearest bus stop and get on, tired and ready to go home. The fatigue from the day's events began to take a toll on you and struggle to keep your eyes open. Your entire body feels sluggish and you slowly drift off. Rather, you were going to until a firm touch pushes your head into a more comfortable position on warm surface. Blinking up blearily (you notice he guided your head to his shoulder), you see Haizaki looking out the window, a slight blush on his cheek as he grumbles in faux annoyance.

"Shut up and go back to sleep. You're tired, right? I'll wake you up when it's our stop."

You slightly smile and snuggle further into his radiating warmth, wrapping both your arms around one of his. Haizaki meant to wake you up. He really did. He's not one for sappy romance but the childish innocence and pure cheerfulness you expressed today made him soft. And as much as he wants to complain he really doesn't he finds your gentle expression soothing and he can't help but smile like an idiot. How he could he wake you up when you looked like a literal angel? Unable to disturb your peaceful countenance, he figures you should still sleep and he'll take you back. Maneuvering you onto his back was a bit difficult considering your current position but after a few tries, he's successful and he carries you out of the bus back to your house.

'Why the hell am I doing this again? What's wrong with me? I've never had these fluttery feelings before...' Glancing once more at your face, he feels a warmth in the pit of his belly. 'I could definitely get used to this. Wait, what the hell am I thinking?!' And for the third time that day, blood rushes to his cheeks as he lets out a thankful sigh at your slumbering state knowing that you wouldn't let him live it down otherwise. Quietly muttering his thoughts under his breath, he takes you back home.

Gently setting you down in your bed, Haizaki proceeds to pull the covers to just under your chin. "Tch, god damn it woman. You're making me such a softie, you know that?" Your hands still clench his shirt in your unconscious state and he has to gently pry them off. He walks to the door saying a silent goodbye before you murmur his name in your sleep.

"Sho...go-kun...love you."

Walking back to your sleeping form, he places a light kiss on your forehead. "Love you too, you dummy." Haizaki slowly closes the door behind him, a goofy smile stuck on his face the entire walk back home.

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #haizaki #haizaki shougo #haizaki x reader #can anyone tell me why it sounds like trash #normally #i can figure out what's wrong with my writing #but i am stumped #darling anon

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Winter Rose

You sit in the common area, wrapped in bundles of blankets with your teeth chattering. Your resentful eyes watch white flakes fall atop of an already knee deep snow.

You seemed to be the only one with a problem with the glistening, icy white that blanketed the cold hard ground overnight. Denki, Sero, Mina, and Kirishima all literally jumped for joy when Aizawa called the dorm phone announcing a very rare but much needed snow day.

No school was an excitement for majority of the class save yourself and two others who reluctantly dressed in their warmers clothes as they were dragged into the snow ball war that just HAD to happen.

Thankfully you made the class an odd number so you opted out.

Which is how you found yourself cold to the bone no matter how many hot baths you took or how many blankets you wrapped around your shivering frame. Your quirk made you weak to the cold. Damn your plant like nature. Which made your relationship with your crush a love hate one, not as if he ever noticed you for more than a few seconds anyway.

Your eyes follow him now as he stands by a tree. Not really participating aside from the occasional ice wall he would put up to block an incoming barrage.

"HEY THATS LONGER THAN TWENTY SECONDS TODOROKI!" A hot head yells loud enough to be heard through the glass. Clearly his competitive side kicked in and he is no full fledge in this battle of all battles.

Mostly because they placed Izuku on the opposing team.

You peel your eyes away from the heterochromatic boy with his broad shoulders and ever cool expression. You begin to idly flip through the channels seeing love story after love story related to both snow and the holidays.

Two things you hated most.

To be honest you probably could make yourself hardy enough for the cold had you taken time to practice but it was more of the holiday aspect that came with the cold that hindered you.

Even after the passing years you can still hear the screams, smell the tang of blood mixed with cold biting air that promises more snow. You remember it being dark for longer than you thought it should be.

Turns out it was your luck this tragedy would strike on the longest night of the year. You still remember the numbness of your limbs, the cold that seeped deep into your small frame. Gripping into your bones with icy fingers.

So much so you lost limbs to blackened flesh.

Limbs your quirk gave you the ability to grow back.

Icy tears free fall from your cheeks from the memories, the stench. The sets of dulled eyes paired with panicked ones.

*"RUN MUSUME!"*

You squeeze your eyes shut, snuggling deeper in the blankets focusing on the actors' voices hoping, praying that they drown out your mothers.

"Y/LN?" A cool voice calls from the arch way to the common space causing you to jump. You furiously wipe away your tears and steel your chatter jaw to answer.

"Yes Todoroki-sama?" You let a smile creep into your voice but he can tell it is forced. He does not answer as he makes his way to the couch. His eyes sparkle in the sunlight reflected by the cold, frost clings to his left side as he asses you. You offer a huge smile, willing yourself to feel the good parts of your crush despite feeling the ever present cold air that seeps off of him.

Although Izuku helped him battle his inner demons, ice is so engrained in him it must rush through his veins. He takes a seat next to you giving you his right side and you damn Kamisama silently. The chill caresses your skin and you clamp your jaw shut to keep your teeth from chattering.

Seconds feel like hours before he breaks the silence.

"I didn't know you like romance holiday movies." He says softly, eyes glued to you while yours are glued to the TV.

"Ah no I was flipping channels but got distracted by my phone." You giggle hoping the little cover lie works.

But the Gods work agaisnt you as your phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table well out of reach.

You go to back track but before you can speak Todoroki leans over to get it and places it on your lap, offering you a soft smile.

"Distracted because it's so far away?" He says softly before adding, "Why don't you come outside Y/LN?"

"Ugh!!" You half howl eyes darting to the winter wonderland just behind the frosted window, "Did Mina send you to get me?"

He laughs softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear with his icy hand, causing a shiver to run along your spine.

But could you blame the cold for that one?

A small blush manages to dust your cheeks and Todoroki bites the inside of his lip.

How could you always be so God damn cute?

"No, she didnt ask me to 'drag' you out." He admires you much to your confusion, "I just thought it would be nice to see a winter rose in person was all."

Your cheeks flush deeply at his comment.

Was the normally oblivious Todoroki *flirting* with you?

You swallow before another iced hand is placed on your forehead.

"Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are so red Y/N." His eyes drink in your features. How your eyes widen so slightly at the use of your first name. How cute your cheeks look all red and flustered for him.

How your perfect fucking kissable lips poke out in a slight pout.

The only thing that he's noticed that he doesn't like about you is how sometimes you recoil from his touch or the flowers blooming in your hair would wilt in his presence. Every accidental brush of hands, every time he stands in line behind you or stands beside you, you smile politely before moving completely to the other side of the room.

It's why he's been so hesitant to show you a fraction of how he feels. Shoto can't fathom Kirishima or Mina lying to him that you actually like him, especially now as you lean ever so slightly away. It would go unnoticed by anyone else. But he sees it.

And damn does it hurt to feel that knife slip in between his ribs.

All pushed in by you.

He sighs softly and you finally break the passing moments by answering, unknowingly, all of his questions at once.

"I hate the cold Todoroki-sama." You blink up at him and watch his face bite back a grimace.

Maybe that wasn't the nicest way to put it? Maybe you should have given some preface to that statement.

But honestly who shares their childhood trauma before even confessing their feelings?

You knew you couldn't. It was best to keep everyone at arms length anyway. That way when you lost them it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad.

An eye of burning ember and freezing ice once over your features before he stands. His eyes linger over you and you shudder beneath his weighted gaze.

*"Arms length."* You remind yourself as you watch him, he slowly makes his way out of the living room and once you hear a door shut you believe him to he outside.

You stare down at the phone in your lap, your pathetic reflection staring back up at you. Droplets collect on the front glass of your hand held you wipe them away leaving your hands outside of your cocoon before you close your eyes to think.

Something warm seeps into your chilled fingers and you open your eyes to see a cup being pressed into your hands.

A cup filled with your favorite tea, looking to be the perfect color that you always make it.

Your eyes flash up to see Todoroki offering it to you, you blink furiously.

"Thank you." You squeak out, and you further fluster as he sits next to you. This time it is his left side that is closest and you can now feel the heat radiating off of him.

He grabs the remote and selects a good Ghibli movie. Despite the warm tea your teeth chatter causing a muscled arm to be pulled to a sculpted body.

"Todo...Todoroki-sama!?!" You try half heartily to pull away to no avail.

"Please call me Shoto or Shoto-kun." He says sternly causing your gut to clench as you start to lean into him. You wonder if he is putting off extra heat as normally, no matter what side you face, a chill would settle over you even if you're half way across the room. You snuggle deeper feeling warm for the first time all winter and even sighing aloud as he gives your frame a small squeeze. His hand slipping down your shoulder to rest on your ribs.

You don't notice the flower buds weaving themselves into your hair as they bloom with content.

Todoroki cannot help the smile on his lips as he looks down at you. Your eyes clearly becoming heavy as you begin to sink into sleep.

He is not sure how long he let you sleep there but long enough for people to begin coming inside.

All to be met with a glare of burning heat and icy rage. Kirishima makes the best of getting everyone into the kitchen for cocoa as you continue to sleep.

He cannot bring himself to wake you but he knows he has too soon as the sun is setting turning the snow outside into cotton candy pinks and dreamsicle orange.

"Y/N.." He half whispers, applying pressure to your hip. You try to snuggle deeper into his warmth but his cool hand slips under your chin.

"Icy Shoto..." You pout and he swallows his desire but it gets stuck in his throat. You look amazing with half lidded eyes and lips pushed out in a pout.

He cannot help himself. Cannot stop himself as he leans in towards your perfect lips as he captures them with your own.

Your eyes widen before fluttering closed as you melt into the kiss, having never felt this warm in your life.

While the buds finally bloom to roses of contrasting colors in your hair.

Roses of deep shining reds and whites that seem to shimmer blue.

@my-todoroki-academia a fic for you that you didnt ask for bb

#todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha shoto #bnha au

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