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[calumfmu]

i really love your fics! could i request steve x f’girl reader? i love flipping tropes on their heads!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much <3 Sorry that this took so long, I'm getting out of a writer's rut, but this definitely helped me. I hope that this sufficed. I wasn't sure how smutty you wanted it, so I kinda met you in the middle. Steve x Fuckgirl!Reader 18+ mdni; smut-ish, heavy petting, making out, premature orgasm (lol quick Steve), allusions to sex, 4.4k+ words (Jesus h Christ, Im trying I swear)

It was late in Hawkins when you stumbled into the Family Video, sunset spreading golden orange and yellows across the sky. An overhead bell rang above you, signaling your arrival to the near empty store.

“Welcome in,” you heard a far away, meek voice say to you, you looked up to see a brunette girl, hair cut short and over sized vest hanging over her small frame. You raised your eyebrows in a greeting to her, hand waving slightly in her direction. Noticing how she blushed in response and quickly ducked her head, you laughed to yourself, used to those type of reactions from people—women and men alike.

You recognized her from school, a few years younger than you, was in band or something of the sort. Not really your crowd to hang with, but someone you briefly remembered from that time. She ran over to say something to another worker a few feet away from the counter, stumbling over her feet in the process.

Searching through horror films, you were bent at the waist, blue denims squeezing your hips in all the right places. Running your fingers over the VHS cases, you were startled by a hip crashing into the shelf next to you. The man to which it belonged to faked his cool, leaning against the shelf with one elbow, and his other hand running through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

Giving him a once-over with a raised eyebrow, you stood to your full height. He smiled at you, brown puppy dog eyes crinkling behind the size of the grin.

“Welcome to Family Video,” he rushed, sticking a hand out for you to shake. You eyed the hand briefly, smile toying at the corners of your mouth as you reached up to meet it.

“I think she’s got you beat, big boy,” you laughed, nodding your head over to the brunette who leaned over the counter to watch your interaction. Upon noticing you look at her, she turned around quickly, pressing random buttons on the cash register as if she hadn’t been staring.

The man turned to look at her, red blush covering his cheeks. “We just like to give all of our customers equal satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”

You gave him a face, wincing at the attempt of flirting he tried giving you. Turning back to the tapes, you were set on ignoring him, not really interested in his attempt for… whatever this was. He didn’t let up, choosing to straighten up and adjust his collar, fixing his sleeves as you found sudden interest in a description of a movie.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

His hand shot out again for you to shake, dropping it once he realized he had already done that. The girl’s laughter in the background urged some of your own, this man—Steve—being the worst at flirting you had ever seen in your life.

Clearing his throat, his voice was shaky as he said, “What can I help you find today?”

You briefly looked at him, noticing the confidence he had that flowed off of him. It was in the wrong place though, his flirting, if you could call it that, was all terribly wrong, nothing of the sort that you would expect from someone with his looks. There was something about him though, something that made him seem like he knew what he was doing even if his efforts were being missed. You could tell he had some sort of game, it all being lost on you.

“Think I’m managing just fine here.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip, seemingly wondering how to get around the rejection you gave him, short answers not giving him any room to continue. You grabbed a different movie off the shelf, satisfied with it as you turned to move towards the counter. He blocked your path, chest broad as his arms were crossed over it.

You ran your eyes over his chest, admiring the way the material stretched taut over muscle, showing off biceps you would love to imagine wrapped around you. Smirking up at him, you indulged in the feeling, ready to have some fun with the nervous boy stood in front of you.

“I can give you a few suggestions, hon.” The nickname had you staring up at him, eyebrows shooting up yet again. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really, I don’t think someone like you should be watching that alone.”

You pushed past him, fingers at your side lingering at his waist as you walked up to the counter to rent out. The girl—Robin, her name tag read—moved to help you, only to get knocked out of the way by Steve, his hurried attempt to make it around. Squinting your eyes at him, you shook your head, humour finding you as you realized his attempts wouldn’t stop.

“Watch it, shithead,” she grumbled, bumping him with her shoulder as she replaced him on the floor.

“Good thing I’m not watching it alone,” you smiled up at him, placing an ID on the counter for him to run your information. He said your name out loud, eyebrows wiggling at the mention of it. Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I’ve got a date with Billy Hargrove.”

Your thumb pointed outside, a blue Camaro parked outside the store that he noticed for the first time. Its loud engine could be heard from inside the store, rumbling so deeply you could feel it if you stopped long enough. His face fell, fingers faltering at the computer as he looked over at you.

“Billy? Seriously?”

You giggled, leaning across the counter as you decided to play into the game he was attempting—yet failing so miserably at. You smirked as his eyes dipped at your chest, noticing the way your low scooped top exposed more than it should’ve of. He tried to cover it up, clearing his throat as he made his return to the computer.

“Oh shit, did you have a date with him too?”

The look he gave you was incredulous, eyes deadpan as they cut to you.

“I’m just saying… not the best option,” he pointed to the tape in front of you, “to watch on a date with Hawkin’s worst option.”

You leaned even further, voice dropping lower. “Yeah, I don’t think the plan is to exactly… watch the movie.”

His face flushed as he turned to look at you, sliding the ID back over to you. Your eyes were hungry as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, audible gulp filling the room. This was your favorite part about being the town’s “most eligible bachelorette”, watching people crumble around you even when you did nothing.

“Well, what are you doing after?” He leaned into your space, face closer to yours as he tried mustering up the confidence he once had. “Bet I could show you a better time than that Hargrove guy.”

A small tapping sound filled the tense air as your fingers moved across the counter, imitating a walking motion with your index and middle. You trailed them up to Steve, ‘walking’ them up his body until you met the junction of his jaw, hand reaching out to lightly rub him on the cheek.

Your fingers traced the light dusting of stubble, feeling the prick of the hairs underneath your fingertips. His eyes were focused on you as you touched him, eyes low with a glimmer behind them.

“Is that so, Steve Harrington?” You pouted at him, his eyes clouding over as your hand ran across his cheek to trial to his hair. The sound of his name on your lips had him gaping, teeth running across the expanse of his bottom lip. Giving his hair a light tug, he leaned into it, mouth dropping as you removed it, placing it back onto the counter.

You leaned in closer to his face, inches away from his mouth as he subconsciously moved closer to you as well. From the close proximity, you could feel his breath on your lips, the scent of spearmint hitting you. His eyes remained low, fixated on your mouth.

Right as he leaned in to close the distance, you moved away. “Maybe next week I could pencil you in, I’ve got another date at 10. Busy gal.”

You gave him the fakest smile you could manage, grabbing the tape before turning on your heel. Making your way to the door, you turned around once more, noticing the way his eyes were glued to your hips.

“I’ll be back Friday,” you said, his eyes shooting up to yours. He seemed stuck in a trance, mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he stared at you, deep red flushed across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. That Robin girl stood in the distance, her own look of shock present on her face as she apparently had been watching the entire interaction. “You know, return policy and all.”

You spun around, swinging the door open as you exited. Robin’s voice was the last you heard in the store, ‘The Scoops legacy continues.’ Billy’s car revved at you, engine blaring through as you swung your body inside.

“Took long enough, sweetheart?” His sunglasses were low on his nose as he looked over them at you. You fought the eye roll you wanted to give him, the smacks he gave to his gum overwhelming you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, coy smile on your lips as you reached a hand to place on his thigh. His foot hit the gas again, revving the vehicle as you trailed your fingers over his groin. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”

The speed in which he pulled out of the parking lot was nearly comical, your head slamming back into the head rear as tires screeched on black asphalt. Thoughts of the Harrington boy filled your mind as your plans with Billy became closer to reality, he wasn’t supposed to be in there—wasn’t supposed to be clouding your judgement especially when your entire MO was not to let anything linger.

The doorbell rang as you were in the middle of throwing a shirt on over your exposed chest, the final bit of credits rolling from the horror movie you picked out. Irritation pricked at the back of your neck, figuring it was Billy, returning due to forgetting something or to finish the job.

Marching over to the front door, you prepared to yell at the blond. You had kicked him out of your place, frustrated as he had a few too many to get it up. He had been pushing at you for weeks, practically begging to get a date with you, and the second he got one, it ended like this. It was disappointing to say the least, yet what was to be expected every now and then from the pick of Hawkins.

Throwing the door open, you hissed, “What do you want, Bill—oh.”

A pleasant surprise. It was Steve, red flowers in one hand and a VHS tape in the other. He looked nervous yet hopeful, tight blue jeans and a crisp polo, covered by a black jacket. Tilting your head, you looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be at your doorstep. Let alone, not knowing how he even got your address in the first place.

“So, this is the right place,” he beamed, stepping through the front door as you moved to the side, too shocked to even question it.

You closed the front door, following him into the living room as he turned to give you the flowers. You accepted them, looking down at them in shock as he became suddenly nervous, teeth returning to his bottom lip to chew.

Your mouth sputtered briefly, “What is—how did you—Steve, what are you doing here?”

He clasped his hands in front of himself, teetering on his feet as he nervously gazed at you. You felt slightly exposed, a foreign feeling, as you stood there in a plain white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. You crossed your hands at your chest, pushing down the feeling as he stood in front of you. Straightening your posture, your eyebrow arched at him, throat clearing away the thought of him looking so good in front of you.

“Well, you said you were hanging out with Billy to watch, y’know—“ his thumb pointed to the TV, his mouth quirking at the corners awkwardly, “and that’s only like an hour, 30. Then, you said you had a date at 10, leaving you a few hours to, uhh, hang or… something. Busy gal, ya know?”

The repeated words from earlier had you blushing this time, a smile crossing your face as he made himself comfortable. You tried to immediately get rid of it, a step out of character from your usual when it came to boys. His face flushed as he held up the tape he was holding: Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You stared at it and him, eyes jumping back and forth.

“Fast Times. Short runtime. Perfect duo, if you ask me,” he smiled, hair falling into his face as he stepped a bit closer to you. You laughed at him, feeling too shocked to even argue with him.

You led him into the living room, taking the tape into his hands before setting it up in the player. He fell onto the couch with a sigh, leg shaking nervously as he looked around the living room. You made your way over to him, sitting next to him as he looked at you, smile wider than ever.

“How did you know where I lived?” The TV was loud as it started, the two of you jumping at it. The two of you laughed as you realized you had ended up a bit closer to him, hand resting on his thigh. Removing it, you settled back into the couch, clearing your throat as you tried to remain cool. You didn’t like this, how Steve made you nervous despite not doing anything. That was supposed to be your role, he was supposed to be the one falling to your feet.

“What do you think we need your ID for over at the store?”

Shaking your head, you took a good look at him, noticing the way the man had moles dotted around his face, marking him in perfect places. In this moment, you did recognize who he was, him being a year below you when you used to run Hawkins High. He had stepped up to bat by the time you hit your junior year, rumors of him running rampant around the school. Based on this version of him that stood in front of you, you couldn’t tell what had happened to him—where his confidence and irresistible charm had gone.

“You’re so—“

“Smart?” He finished for you, blushing. “Nah, I can’t take credit for that. It’s all Robin, she’s, like, my wing-woman at this point.”

As the movie started, he began to relax, settling into the couch, and his palms rubbed the cloth over his knees, legs parted. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, yet body turned to him, engaged in conversation that allowed you to get to know the man in front of you. The movie was a blur in the background, the two of you facing each other, inches away with hands just shy of touching each other.

The landline rang, pulling you out of the conversation, Steve’s gaze lingering on you for a second too long as you contemplated picking it up.

“You’re not going to get that?” The drop in his voice had you distracted, mind wanting to hear just how low it could get.

“Uhhh… I’m just going to let it go,” you answered, leaning into him. The phone went silent, his eyes briefly darting to it before returning to you. You were much closer to him now, your tongue licking at the corner of your mouth. “Can I try something, Steve?”

“Uh huh,” he whispered, hand shooting up to place on your cheek as you leaned in. Your lips met, two pairs of eyes fluttering shut. He was soft, lips fitting snug into the shape of yours, tongue warm as it found its way into your mouth.

“You’re gonna get it now?” He muttered against your lips with a slight smile, pressing soft kisses to you. You hadn’t even noticed the phone was ringing again, too caught up in the way his fingers felt in your hair, the other planted softly at the base of your neck.

“I guess I should,” you didn’t even open your eyes, continuing the kiss as you began to straddle him, pressing him into the plush couch cushion. The phone went silent once more, only to be ringing again, in what seemed like a more urgent matter if that was even possible.

“For fuck’s sake,” you exclaimed, pushing off of him as you stormed over to it. “Who is it?”

Steve’s face was flushed, his hands adjusting his hair and pulling at the rumbled front of his shirt. He sat up slowly, pressing the back of his hand to his cheeks to cool them as he began to notice how flustered he had become. You trailed your eyes over him from across the room, hunger in your eyes.

“Oh, Billy—hey.”

The name had Steve stiffening, his face dropping as you continued the phone call. He directed his attention to the television once more, pretending to tune out the conversation, yet you knew he was listening.

Billy’s words in your ear were droning on, a blabber of speech that sounded strikingly similar to the parents in the Peanuts cartoons. You fought the eye roll, even if he couldn’t see it, you had to save face in front of Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, babe…” You spoke to him, putting up your best good girl voice that normally works in this situation. Steve’s head ticked slightly in your direction, eyes squinting barely. “Of course, we can try again. Anytime.”

Steve stood up, hands dusting over his jean pockets as he dug his foot into the carpet. He seemed as if he didn’t know what to do with himself, hands moving from in his pockets to outside to crossed at his chest to finally rest at his hips. He cleared his throat, you pulled the phone away from your ear to listen for his next words.

“Hey, uhh, I think I’m going to get going,” he muttered, face flushed as he pointed his thumb towards the front door. As he went to go turn, you hung up on Billy, ignoring his shout of protest as it hit the hook.

“Wait! You’re leaving?” You asked, rushing over to him as his back was turned to you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, fingers urging him to sit down before you returned to your previous position, knees caging in his hips, your bum pressed firm into his lap. His fingers came to rest at your fingers, spread wide over the expanse of skin, slightly pushing up your pajama top.

“I… you seemed busy,” he sounded distracted as you began to press kisses to his neck. His head hit the back cushion, hips rutting up into yours before he could even think of it. You ground down on him, a roll of your hips pulling a guttural moan from him.

“Can’t we have some fun first, Steve?”

His eyes fluttered shut at your hips worked magic over his, the bulge in his jeans growing by the second as your fingers explored his chest, finally feeling the firm press of muscle beneath them. Meeting his lips again, you pushed the kiss further, licking into his mouth with a fervor behind it.

He placed a hand in your hair, pulling you into him as your chest pressed against him, pants escaping your mouths.

“It’s okay, Steve,” You whispered against his mouth, arching up into him. He was beyond hard in this moment, grinding up into you as you worked him, movements slow, yet calculated over him. “I’m yours for tonight.”

He nodded into the kiss, pulling his hand towards the front of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping below the waist band to brush over your pubic bone. You gasped at the feeling, head pulling away from him to look down at his hand disappearing behind your shorts. His fingers brushed over you, slight pressure applied to your clothed clit.

You arched into the touch, your own hand coming to rub at the front of his pants, brushing over his bulge pressing at the front. The two of you became breathless, heavy pants filling the room as you rubbed at each other. His fingers moved in circles over you, the material of your panties separating the skin-on-skin contact dampening with each movement.

“You know, I’ve—“ his voice was strained, caught in his throat as he spoke, eyes low as he looked up at you on top of him. “I’ve always had a crush on y—“

You kissed him again, swallowing his words as the confession left your mouth. Your heart began to pound in your chest, arousal briefly leaving at the words. That was something you didn’t do, no, definitely not. He wasn’t going to sit here, look pretty as he fell apart, and confess his true feelings for you.

His breath hitched even further as you slipped your hand into the waistband of his jeans, gripping him through the thin material of his boxers. Fuck, of course, he’s huge, you thought to yourself. His looks, of course, weren’t enough for him.

The grasp on him had him mewling, hips coming up off the couch as you felt around, giving him light tugs. He tried keeping up the movements with his own fingers on you, failing as he fell apart under your touch. With a low moan, his hips stilling as he came, eyes squeezed shut with his chest heaving rapidly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tongue darting out to dampen his red, kiss-swollen lips. You kissed its traces, giggling at him as he opened his eyes to meet you. You were tempted to sit there for a moment, get lost in the deep amber of his eyes, find yourself a home there. That wasn’t your MO, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

You pulled yourself from him, clambering off of him as you adjusted the front of your clothing. Glancing back at the tape forgotten on the tv, the credits began to roll, the distorted flashing of the Ridgemont Mall showing on screen.

“Hey, you didn’t even—“

You cut him off, smiling as you began to walk towards the tape, turning it off as you spoke, “You better get going.”

You handed him the tape, tucked into its sleeve as he sat on the couch, shirt ruffled up, pants loose at the waist, dark patch wet at the front. He glanced down at himself, embarrassment flooding his cheeks at the state he was in.

“What about…” He didn’t finish his words, shaking his head as he stood up off the couch. You sat in silence with one another as he fixed himself, his hands running through tendrils that lay across his forehead.

Walking him to the front door, you chewed at your bottom lip, feet shuffling under you as he stood in the door frame. You avoided eye contact, hand clasped on the door as he stood there, searching for something to say. You felt if you looked at him, you would cave, would give in to feelings that you knew would be bad for you.

“Could I, at least, see you again?”

The sound of his voice had you looking at him, heart beating faster as he looked so sincere with the porch light casting a halo around him. He looked unraveled, yet in the best way, cheeks still coloured red from his high.

You went to shake your head, wanted to explain your thing when it came to situations like this, yet you found yourself pausing in the movement. His confession earlier stung at you, eating away at a part of you that was surprising to even be there in the first place. Reluctantly, you nodded, ignoring the beam he gave you immediately.

“Friday,” you supplied, knuckles lightening in color as you gripped the wood. As he opened his mouth to speak, you covered it quickly, “Return policy and all.”

The joy was gone from him, smile falling just as quickly as he gave it to you. If there was any time for you to feel like a villain, it was now—this opportunity feeling like taking candy from a child. Only it was worse. Yet he had to know this was just how you operated, his own rumors that once circled the town not straying far from your own. Turning on his heel, his head was low as he made his way down your walkway.

Slowly, you shut the door behind him, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned to rest your forehead against it. The feeling of guilt in your chest was inexcusable, the length of time you had even known this boy too short to make up for it. His confession earlier lingered in your brain, wondering what might have happened if you urged him on, pressing details of his crush.

You fought the thoughts for the rest of the night, ignoring them as you were pressed into the back seat of another boy’s car at Lover’s Lake. Had to focus on the feeling of the stranger’s hands on you, the feeling of him inside of you as windows became steamier, clothes were shed. Notches on your belt were what they seemed, nothing too much to think about as you ignored the gnawing in your chest.

Friday came and went, Robin standing behind the counter as you pressed the tape over the counter into her hands. The boy that remained on your mind was nowhere to be seen, missing from the floor as your eyes searched the heads appearing in between aisles of films. And if when you asked about his whereabouts and Robin gave you an answer alluding to him coming down with something, you definitely did not fight the feeling to be upset, figuring it was just as much nothing to him as it was to you. You didn’t call Billy back that night, didn’t pretend it was Steve instead who was kissing you, arching you down in a way you would’ve loved to be with him with.

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The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

...

TO BE CONTINUED

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #HERE YOU GO #a bit belated #but exams are coming ugh #I hope you enjoyed this #and that it doesn't feel too rushed #I kinda felt like we were moving a bit slow and I was just craving intimacy #and after finally getting to know the truth they can make up at least a bit <3 #I hope you like the pacing until now #not many parts are left #probably 2 or 3 T.T #but expect smut pls! #it's skippable if you don't want to read it but I will definitely include smut in this fic! <3 #soft smut thoooo #you know me #I always write softer stuff <3 #LOVE YA! <3

[arcanusarchieves-if]

The classic jealous ask! What would be the ros reaction to the mc being flirted with in front of them? crushing stage!

I've admittedly been waiting for this one, it's always one of my favorites to read about on other ifs' blogs. I kinda hijacked the prompt a little and made so it's another (random) Circle member flirting with MC! I hope you don't mind.

"Hello {MC}, I hope you're not busy. I know that these meetings can be quite frantic so I was wondering if you would be up to having a quick lunch so we can discuss things. There is this lovely little cafe that I think you will really enjoy. It's not too far, it's just down by-" Astoria stops dead in her tracks, simply blinking at you and [Random Circle Member] for a few awkward moments. Dark brown eyes simply gaze into your own for a while - they seemed longing almost, as if searching desperately for something. Eventually, she ends up clearing her throat, giving a forced but somehow still kind smile, before continuing to speak as if nothing had happened, although her hands do tremble ever so slightly as she does so. "I see that you're currently occupied. I will...see you later I suppose. If you have any questions about the meeting feel free to reach out MC - and obviously you as well [Random Circle Member]. My door is always open." You open your mouth to respond but before any words are able to tumble out, Astoria turns around and walks away throwing a quick "I'll just being grading papers up in my office - if you need anything" over her shoulder as she leaves.

"I was hoping that you and I could go out sometime? I mean I really like you MC and-" A figure slides into the seat next to you, firmly wrapping a leather-clad arm around your shoulder, interrupting [Random Circle Member]'s admittedly awkward attempt at stumbling through a confession. Your eyes dart over to the cause of said interruption and are completely unsurprised to see Caspian's smirking face staring back at you. After all, few people would have the pure audacity to insert themselves into a random interaction like this - and even fewer would be willing to touch someone like you so openly while doing so. "So, what're you two are talking about? I mean I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important, but I was wanting to show {MC} some of the upgrades that I made on the bike - it's been so long since we've been able to catch up and all! We'll see you around though." Caspian has you standing up and pulled away before you even realized what has happened - if it wasn't for the smug smirk crossing his face every so often, you wouldn't even realize he did it on purpose.

"Of course, this is where I would find you. Hovering around and making horribly awkward attempts at courtships while the rest of us are slaving away at [Whatever Strategy the Circle is Doing]. Not particularly surprising but frustrating, nonetheless. It's nice to know where your priorities lie, {MC}." Solaine's sharp words slice right through the conversation that you were having. A deep purple gaze locks straight onto you, not even deigning to look towards your current conversation partner. They look deeply unimpressed, something angry and bitter lingering in their eyes, before they look away with a scoff. Pushing a strand of snowy hair behind their ear, they sneer before turning around and walking towards the exit, their movements precise as always. Seeming unable to stop themself, they throw a few words over their shoulder as they are leaving. "If your outing ends up being unsatisfying, as I imagine it will be, feel free to track me down so we can get some actual work done. Despite your...personality flaws...your skill set can be occasionally useful."

"Anyways, I was thinking that we could go down to [Random Restaurant]? The foods great and I can assure you that you'll have a great time." Shifting around uncomfortably, your eyes dart across the room, unable to decide if it would be safer to stare at [Random Circle Member]'s flirtatious expression that's right in front of you or Maeve's unimpressed amber eyes that are glaring into you from the other side of the table. You open your mouth to answer the question that [Random Circle Member]'s had posed but are almost immediately interrupted by a snarky voice. "{MC} doesn't like [Type of Food Served At Restaurant]." You could feel yourself internally flinch at the slightly baffled expression on [Random Circle Member]'s face. Any sympathy you have for them however immediately disappears at the pure stupidity of their next choice; they scoff at her. "Well, I didn't know that so-" Maeve stands up interrupting their words. She doesn't even give you a chance to respond as she stands up and stomps out of the room, muttering angrily as she passes by you. "You don't even know what food they like, and you asked them out on a date? That's - you know what? You're right, it doesn't even matter. Have fun at [Random Restaurant], MC. Hope you can manage to find something that you'll like."

"So, what do ya say, MC? Wanna grab a bite? I promise you'll have a good time. Just let me know by the end of the meeting, kay?" You can feel Jasper's eyes on you as [Random Circle Member] asks the question. You turn to meet his gaze for a moment and are a bit surprised to see something bitter and longing that is lingering in his amber eyes. Just as quickly as it came though, the look disappears, leaving Jasper's normally kind and patient expression behind. He gives you an encouraging, albeit forced, grin before he begins mouthing a few quick words to you. The moment he sees your face scrunch up in confusion, he reaches for a piece of paper and quickly jots something down before sliding it over to you. 'You should say yes. They seem to like you a lot :)' - J You feel your eyes soften at the encouragement but the moment you look up to mouth your thanks, you see that his attention is now occupied towards the current strategy talk. You wave it off as him being invested in his work but can't help but feel that something is off when you don't manage to catch his eye the rest of the meeting...

#I hope you enjoyed this #Once again I made it super long to make up for the huge delay #so apologies for that <3 #Scenario #Reaction #Jealousy #ro: all #Arcanus #arcanus archives #character: mc #ask #answered #anon ask #Sorry if the formatting is weird #I tried my best lol

[passivenovember]

Disaster hits on the thirteenth day.

Really, if Billy cared to get technical, disaster hits five minutes before the fourteenth day. Verging on a long weekend. 

It’s all detail.

He’s shitfaced to celebrate the full stop of an insane work week, he’s exhausted but floating in that perfect little space of cross-fade where he’s just happy to be barefoot watching Animal Planet in his living room, and Steve’s shitfaced because Billy is, and they’re still freshly moved into their brand new apartment when Steve drops a bomb.

“Robin,” Steve hiccups, sprawled like a newborn deer on the couch with M&M dust stuck to his lip, “Robin’s gonna set me up,” He says.

Billy itches for a cigarette but he promised Steve he’d stop smoking them. They’re adults now, in this brand-new apartment, and adults have to think about things like gum disease and lung cancer. They’re not as young as they used to be so he chews on his thumbnail instead. His brain pokes at Steve’s words with a stick and wonders if they’ll wiggle their consonants at him, raising one foot to reveal webbed membra. 

“Hmm,” Billy says in the meantime. 

“I told her not to,” Steve says distantly. He flips his feet over his head, heels hitting so hard that their bong rattles on the coffee table. “I tried to get her to stop but. She wouldn’t listen.”

Billy rights the bong with an uninterested hand. “‘Course not.”

“She’s evil.”

“She’s a lesbian,” Billy tries, shrugging his shoulders at Steve, like, what’re you gonna do, right? W.L.W.

But Billy’s arm wrestled Buckley enough times. Seen her chop and carry firewood on one shoulder just as often as she cries over rom coms, so he’s not so fucking stupid that he’d really believe lesbianism is the root of all evil, but Steve giggles anyway.

And that’s worth it.

Billy smiles to himself, smug as a bug in a rug for getting Steve to laugh like that.

“She is a lesbian,” Steve says, scooting along the couch until his head plops like wet dough into Billy’s lap. “She’s dating Heather.”

“Heather,” Billy says, tasting her name on his tongue. Hairspray and lemon drop shots. College years.

“Heather Feather,” Steve says, laughing to himself, “It’s so weird.”

“How’s it weird?”

“Just, like. They orbited each other in high school. Like we did, y’know?”

Billy doesn’t know. But his heart stops and kickstarts all in the same second. Runs wild with the possibility that Steve means what Billy hopes he does.

Heather and Robin. Robin and Heather.

Steve and Billy could be like that, someday. 

Steve pokes at his chest. “You know what I mean, Bills?”

Billy says, “Yeah,” so smart that Steve nods and chews on his lower lip until it gets swollen like a summer strawberry. 

Billy’s heart thumps, jumping its own battery.

He loves this boy.

Fuck, has he loved this boy for years--

Billy fiddles with two silky strands of Steve’s hair. Tries to braid two pieces of hair together and fails miserably. Steve almost purrs, rolling his head against Billy’s thigh until his crown grazes Billy’s very interested dick.

And Billy’s used to sporting a half-chub around Steve. It’s not so bad, anymore. It was a lot harder to deal with before he learned about tucking his cockhead into the waistband of his jeans but now, on the couch in his lazy sweats, smoking pot in their brand new very adult apartment when Steve could’ve easily moved into a place of his own now that they’re out of college--

“Heather gets what she wants,” Steve says. In awe.

Billy thinks about turtles without a shell, shriveled and dying, to make his dick calm down.

“Yeah,” Billy mumbles, “She’s the princess.” 

“Thought I was the princess?” Steve wiggles on the couch until Billy can feel his warm, schnapps-y breath against his belly. His eyes are big and wet and if Billy didn’t know any better he’d think Steve was a second from bursting into tears and that.

Does nothing to help Billy’s situation.

“Hey,” Billy says, keeping Steve down, “You’re my princes. THE princess, right? The Queen.”

“The King,” Steve says, smug.

“That Brat,” Billy tells him. He tugs on Steve’s hair and the sound he makes goes right to Billy’s dick. 

And.

Suddenly they’re two seconds from Billy stabbing up through Steve’s skull, throbbing and wet--

“Sorry,” Steve says, smacking a hand over his mouth, “When I’m drunk I get--”

“--It’s alright--”

“--Shit, sorry,” Steve tries to sit up, cheeks red, but Billy holds him down with a gentle, firm hand. 

“It’s alright, Steve,” Billy says. He’s pitching a tent and if Steve sits up right now-- “We’ve been roommates since we were eighteen years old.”

“We’re only twenty-two--”

“Yeah, and I’ve had a front-row seat to four New Years Eves, three big breakups, that semester you were worried about telling your parents you were switching from business to early childhood ed--”

“--My God--”

“I’m just sayin’ your star quality wore off pretty quick.” And turned into a bone-aching, heart-stopping, knee-trembling Disney Prince Level of Heartthrob pheromone that Steve spews like a rogue sprinkler. 

Billy’s kind of obsessed with it. With Steve.

Billy sinks lower on the cushion, thighs spreading so Steve’s gotta shuffle away. “What’s Robin setting you up for? Summer camp instructor at the Y, or something?”

“That’d be so cool, actually.”

Billy smirks, “Working with kids?”

“Yeah, teaching them about the recorded history of macaroni art, catching fireflies, going to the pool--”

“You’re insane.”

Steve blinks, eyes big and hurt. “Why, because I love kids?”

“Well. Yeah?” Billy deadpans, tugging on Steve’s earlobe. “It’s okay to love kids a normal amount but when you spend nine months out of the year teaching the brats to read while they cover the walls in Sharpie so you lose your deposit--”

Steve giggles and Billy tries not to preen like a fucking exotic bird. 

“--Why the fuck would you sign up to spend your two and a half months of PTO with more kids?”

“I’m not spending my summer vacation as a YMCA camp counselor, Billy.”

“Nice,” Billy says, “Because if you were I was gonna say that dusting off that same tired art circle lesson plan for the next unassuming group of brats is probably the first sign of insanity--”

Steve smacks Billy’s stomach, settling in with his bare feet propped on the arm of the couch. “You’re the Wicked Bitch of the Midwest.” He determines. Like he likes it.

Loves it.

“How’d you know what my lesson plans look like?” Steve peers up at him, smile soft and eyes warm like the center of a chocolate cupcake fresh from the oven.

Billy grins back, running his fingers through Steve’s hair until all the softness in his eyes melts away, “If it’s not a classroom of 14 strangers what’s left for Robin to set you up with?”

“A date,” Steve says.

And.

Billy must turn to dust on the spot. His face probably cracks like the surface of a mirror, his fingers ground to the bone so he can feel the rattling timbre of Steve’s heartbeat as he waits to see what’s going to happen.

“Say something,” Steve insists. Like he knows what that news means to Billy, and. He’s hoping it isn’t true.

Billy breathes deeply through his nose, but it feels like his airways have closed like summer roads, little red signs cluing construction. 

Steve sits up, Billy’s fingers slipping from his hair. He smooths it back into place. It’s wild. It pops up again like a spring-loaded toy. Like a jack in the box. 

Billy says, “Who’s the lucky guy,” flat and fragile because his windpipe is being crushed under the weight of unshed emotion.

Steve doesn’t hear it. His face hardens. “I dunno who he is,” Steve says, “That’s the point of a setup--”

“--you didn’t say it was a blind date, how am I supposed to know--”

“--it doesn’t fucking matter, alright?” Steve swings his feet to the floor, elbows to knees so Billy can’t see his face, only the angry red vein that thumbs blood through his neck to his brain. “I thought. I thought I would tell you--”

“And what?” Billy demands.

Steve turns, eyes like a summer storm. Muddy and swamped. He’s breathing like he just ran a race. Lost the gold. “I thought i would tell you about the date, and. I thought you were gonna say something.” 

Billy sits, frozen and terrified, “Steve--”

Steve gets up. He grabs his keys from the bowl on the coffee table, tugs his shoes on by the front door, and slams out of the house.

--

Billy doesn’t know why he couldn’t say it.

Anything. 

So he drinks. He drinks and watches the door and tries to figure out what he’ll say when, someday, it opens and Steve is there cloaked in sunlight.

--

Really, it’s Robin’s fault so he calls Heather, clutching a bottle of whiskey by the neck to keep himself in his place against the wall by the telephone.

Robin answers. “Hello?” She says. And she’s high. Billy knows she’s high because they went to college together.

“Put Feather on,” He demands because if he has to listen to Robin’s voice he’ll stick his head in the oven and end it all.

“Are you drunk?”

“Are you a bitch?”

“God, you’re such an asshole--” Robin starts, but someone yanks the phone away. 

“Billy baby,” Heather says, and Billy tries to not immediately burst into tears at the sound of her voice, scratchy from smoking too much.

He fails. 

In the background, someone’s grumbling under their breath. Someone else is shushing them. 

Steve is at Heather and Robins because. Of course he is, and. Billy doesn’t want to intrude but they’re his lesbians too, alright? They’re all friends. Best friends. Billy has just as much a right to run to their safety as Steve does, and--

“Billy, what’s wrong?” Heather asks. For once in her life she sounds worried. Tired.

Billy wants to tell her everything. 

He’s in love.

Steve wants Billy to be in love with him, and Billy is in love with him but he couldn’t say it and now--

“Do you want me to come over?”

Billy thumps his forehead against the wall. “Feather May, ‘M drunk.”

Heather pulls away from the receiver to whisper something at Steve and Robin. Distantly, he imagines all tree of them crowding around the telephone, anxious to hear what he’s going to say like this is the 1940s and Billy’s the President of The World, making a speech that will really change things, and not.

This. Whatever he is right now.

Pathetic. Smarmy little sack of shit--

“You’re not a sack of shit, Bills,” Heather says, shushing him. “You’re just scared, that’s all--”

“Makes me a sack ah shit, Heath.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

Someone’s mumbling again. It sounds like Steve. 

Steve, when he’s at the breakfast table reading the paper to himself quietly. Steve, his head tilted close to a museum plaque at that shitty little pioneer museum in the valley, reading to Billy because Billy was too stubborn to do it himself. Steve, whispering into the receiver in the middle of the night, every night, when he was studying abroad during their last semester of junior year--

“Is,” Billy tries, as the room trips over itself. “Is Steve there?” 

He is. Heather doesn’t have to tell him. Steve is everywhere, written in the sky and on diner tops and scrawled like graffiti over stop signs.

“Yeah,” Heather says. Solemn.

And Billy’s never heard his witch bitch sound solemn before so he starts sniffling again, worried that this means Steve’s never gonna come home because Billy’s afraid. 

“Can he hear me?”

“Yeah,” Heather says, and. 

Billy pushes away from the wall. Wants to stand on his own two feet for this. “I don’t want you to go on a blind date, Steve. Or a set up, or. Whatever. Because I want to watch T.V. with you. And we just signed our brand new lease, like, yesterday and we haven’t even unpacked yet and I thought I could make pancakes. We could fight over who gets the biggest room, or we could move into the biggest room together, like--”

“--Billy--”

“Not in twin beds. Not like those couples from the 1960s but like. Lovers. We could make it our home, and you could read the paper to me out loud on Sunday’s, and I could brush your hair because your hair is so soft, Steve. I want a pillow and a sweater and a blanket made of your hair, I want--”

“--Billy, stop--”

“I want to live inside you. Forever. In this house, inside of you, beside you, on top of you, I want. You. I love you.” Billy says, from the floor. 

He sat down.

Somewhere in the middle of that he sat down, and the floor is nice. Steve should be here with him.

"I can move out,” He says. Like. Problem solved, and. The line goes silent, everyone holding their breath, so Billy takes another swig from the bottle and clarifies, heart breaking, “I don’t want Steve to go away.”

No one says anything. 

Billy tries not to cry, again. 

Fails.

“I don’t want him to never come home,” Billy says, wrapping himself in the phone cord, somehow. “If he won’t come home because I’m here, I’ll go. I’ll go pack a bag right now, but. I’ll make sure it’s perfect for him. I’ll make sure it’s home. I’ll make some bread and put the coffee on and I’ll clean the kitchen before I disappear, I’ll--”

“I love you,” Steve says.

Steve.

Stevestevesteve--

There’s snot running down Billy’s nose. It’s disgusting. 

“I’m not leaving,” Steve says, sounding. Way more sober than Billy’s ever been in his entire life. Like he’s studied Billy, he’s mapped the path, he knows what he wants--

“I’m never leaving you,” Steve tells him, voice soft like feather down. “No matter what.”

Billy lifts his whiskey bottle to find that it’s empty. “Steve, I’m drunk.”

On the other end of the line, Steve hums. Billy knows he’s chewing on his thumb nail, deep in thought like he gets when it’s late and Billy’s a burning forest needing something cool to hang onto.

Billy leans against the wall. 

When he was a kid he used to imagine what he could’ve done differently. How many times he could’ve done differently, and.

It starts with his mom. 

He tried. She never listened, but Steve does. Billy wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and says, “Can you come home, now,”

And Steve says, “I’ve already got my shoes on.”

#harringrove #hey #i hope you enjoyed this

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

I accidentally forgot to hit save of Tumblr drafts while working on a rewrite scene. Really upset about this. But I wrote out the cliff notes of what happened.

#i hope you enjoyed this #quality content #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #aphblr #xeriths big gay mcd rewrite #my screenshots #mcd garroth #mcd laurance #mcd aphmau

[heavenzscent]

For Jeankasa ask prompts (if I'm doing this right). You asked me earlier but I didn't really figure out what it meant 'till I saw someone explain it.

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Setting: Post Canon  Themes: Jealousy , beauty , loneliness  Word Count 2,968

I really tried to focus on the beauty of nature and just being around others in this to contrast the first scene where Mikasa is lonely but content. Also your definitely doing it right 🩵

2 Years Post Rumbling 

Mikasa hadn't seen a soul for too long but the more time passed the easier it felt to stay as she was. She wasn’t completely alone; she had the chickens and goats to tend to and amuse her. The barn cats and the wandering dog as well kept her company. 

There was her desk as well. Every night she had words from and to her friends across the sea to envelope her before she lay her head down. 

Maybe it wasn’t normal to hold words more than one did people. 

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3 Years Post Rumbling 

A Sunday in Spring 

After 3 years of wastelands Mikasa’s home had taken Jean's breath away and when she stepped out the cottage doors he was left thoroughly devoid of air. He had seen her a few days prior at Erens  grave but this was different. Today he was invited for tea with just he and her. Well that would be an exaggeration. It had been for himself and Connie but Connie was hungover . 

He took note to show her his manners and immediately took off his hat and gave a little bow before walking through the threshold of her door. She made a face as if he had stuck his tongue out at her, as though he was the silliest man in the world. 

They exchanged greetings and she led him to a small dining area. He was glad to see that her home was clean and well lived in. 

Her dining table was small but judging from the chairs the set was sturdy and the flowers contained within the glass vase looked pretty but halfways towards wilting or drying out. That was good it didn’t look that she had tidied upon his account. She was taking care of herself well it seemed. 

When he had seen her upon the hill he had been so shy and self conscious that he hadn’t gotten a good look at her but now as she bustled through cabinets he could see that she wasn’t as muscular as she had been but still much more toned than the average civilian woman. 

Once he felt all was well he was truly able to relax for the first time since returning home. His mother was well, as well as Mikasa and the Jaegerists should be contained soon enough. All was well enough for now. 

“Jean, are you well? Where is Connie?” She asked, placing some mint tea and a jar of honey in front of where he sat. 

“A little tired from last night's festivities but not as much as Constantine.” 

Mikasa tilted her head in confusion. 

“Oh, it’s a joke started up by Pieck.” He smiled thinking of how now-a-days Connie would respond to Constance. 

“You didn’t mention that in the letters.” 

“It’s just silliness.” In reality Jean didn’t write too much about the fun stuff because  it made him feel too guilty to be making more memories with their friends while she was alone on the outskirts of the island. It also made him feel lonely although he loved his friends he often found himself wishing Mikasa was also present or wondering how she would react. 

She nodded her head and took the seat across from him.

Outside the great window he could see the goats she had mentioned so much in her letters. They were jumping off of barrels and stumps underneath a great oak tree. He usually only ever saw the creatures in small pens or in large herds that smelled horrible but from her window he could now understand the charm that they held for her. 

“Sorry, I had invited Connie so that this wouldn’t happen.” Mikasa sighed stirring her tea uneasily. 

“What do you mean?” He must have bothered her but he couldn’t think how.

“You're bored. I’m afraid that I have become even less talkative over the years. It wasn’t so bad with everyone else though.”

Jean nodded. “I understand how you feel.But don’t worry I like this.” 

They continued to quietly watch the goats. It was the sort of silence a man could live in for years and never complain. 

Mikasa to his surprise interrupted the comfortable silence. “You’ve changed.” 

“How so?” 

“You're a man of fewer words.” 

“That’s good I could be a loud mouth back then, that boy I was.” He chuckled. 

“Don’t be so harsh. I liked him.” She playfully swatted his arm. 

He blushed. “You did now?” He lifted an eyebrow playfully. “Since when?” 

“Well he was quite silly. He could make me crack a smile from time to time even when I wasn’t in the mood to.” She recounted. 

“That's good to know since he misses those smiles.” Jean said, smiling gently at his old friend, his first crush. 

“They’re coming back.” She said, “Should I expect to be smiling at your wedding soon?” her smile was no longer soft but it had the edge that he remembered from the past. It had only been three years. Who they were could never be completely buried. 

“Huh?” He began. 

“You seem awfully chummy with Pieck.” 

“How so?” Jean chuckled, making her blush. 

“Your words came out easier around her. I noticed- but you know me I’m not so good at those sorts of things.” 

“That’s because she won't shut up.”  He answered dryly. 

She gave him a tight lipped smile which made him wonder if he was overstaying his welcome.

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3 months later

Summer 

The last time Mikasa  had gone on a vacation had been when she was 18. All her friends from the 104th had gone to the beach far away from the port to spend the day in the sun, play in water and do all the fun activities shown in the books that Kiyomi had shown them. 

Now at 22 she was finally taking another. Connie had insisted that they all go to the Giant Tree Forest to get away from all the “Hubbub” which was a word he seemed to have taken a liking to since he used it every time he complained about work or just the state of the world which bled into work for all her friends.

As usual Armin was too busy or simply found reasons to over work himself and predictably Annie followed. Reiner kept to himself and Pieck was supposed to come along but at the last minute she canceled . 

That left Connie, Jean and Herself. 

She didn’t mind, actually she was relieved Pieck was nice enough but she couldn’t feel completely comfortable around the former warrior, both men were fun although quieter than they had once been. Maybe it was due to unseen wounds or age. Despite both hurt and time taking their toll on Jean and Connie they still brought the spirit out of the other and in turn she had fun as well. 

Out from the droning of birds and insects there was a distinctive crack that rang through the forest. 

She looked around in a haze looking for where the lightning may be but nothing. She sighed with relief. She heard her companions do so as well. 

A small pathetic part of her felt an ounce better that she wasn’t the only who had been left bruised from their years in the military. That her misery had company but on some days when her friends looked so tired from the sleepless nights from either nightmares or work she wished she could take it from them. She was strong after all. She could do it if only it were possible. 

“I haven’t come back here since I never had to. “ She confessed. “Do you feel as if maybe this place could be haunted now?” 

“I feel like the whole world is haunted sometimes.” Jean muttered looking up at the trees with concern. 

“Guys, it’s just a dry branch falling.” Connie rolled his eyes and spurred them on.“Mikasa I understand but don’t go getting all moody on me Jean.”

“We’re not being moody just ummm.” Jean struggled for the word, snapping his fingers. “Introspective.” 

“If Pieck didn’t cancel on us so RUDLY,” Connie announced as if she were behind a log and would pop out any moment. “You wouldn’t be like this.” 

“You're right I would be annoyed.” 

“I think she just has a little crush on you. You probably do too.” Connie smirked. 

“Where's' this coming from, Huh?” Jean scolded. 

“It’s just you're always arguing with her and she you. You guys can't stay away from each other.” Connie turned to Mikasa. “What do you think Mikasa?” 

“Huh?! About?” She felt flustered by the whole thing; she was never one for gossip. 

“Pieck and Jean.” 

“I think we should respect our friends' privacy and drop the whole matter … Consworth.” 

Jean in the middle of drinking from his canteen spit out his drink chuckling at the silly name. 

“How's that funny it’s not even a name.” 

“How would you know Conward?” She asked with a raised brow, keeping her face deadpan. “Do you know all the names?” 

OoO 

They set up their camp on top the upper ground with a babbling brook just 10 yards away. After setting up the three laid in the shallow end of the water letting the snow melt cool them down . After almost an hour of lazing around Jean began the fire and forced Connie out to assist and scolded Mikasa into relaxing as she had been. 

“I think she’s jealous.” Connie whispered to him. 

“What are you talking about? Did you hit your head again last night?” 

“Mikasa of course.” 

“Yeah you hit your head.” Jean nodded and continued feeding the campfire. 

“No really. Notice if Pieck and you get mentioned she gets all.. She changes the subject or just leaves.” Connie insisted. 

Jean waved his hand in dismissal deciding there was no award for arguing with Connies foolishness. “Go to that bag and grab the sausages.” He commanded. 

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1 Month Later

Late Summer 

“Truth or Dare?” Pieck asked from across the table. 

This was silly but that was exactly why they were playing the little game. Growing up they had barely had time for silly although still they, well her friends, were very important people they seemed to find time for silliness now. Armin had dubbed it necessary for those who faced as much scrutiny as they. 

“Dare.” Mikasa answered. She hoped it was nothing embarrassing. 

“I dare you tell us who the most attractive person in the room is.” 

“That’s a truth.” Jean snapped in front of Piecks face. 

About 2 times a month they all met up to drink and play games from the island or the continent. This week was the turn of their friends from Marley. Mikasa noticed to her surprise that it was Jean who almost always ended up the babysitter. Making sure no one drank too much and if they did he was the one escorting them to the restroom. He really was kinder then he gave himself credit for which was probably why he hadn’t noticed Piecks shameless habits. 

“Oh, you're right. I wouldn’t know where I would be without you. I’m hopeless. ” She smiled broadly up at Jean who simply rolled his eyes but smirked to himself when he knew Pieck to no longer looking. 

She really isn’t. Mikasa thought. 

About a month ago she had noticed a distinct pattern within Piecks actions. When Jean was at game nights she suddenly could never hold her liquor or frequently lost track of how much she had to drink. Needing no one other than Jeans assistance. No one else seemed to have the magic touch. But if he was absent for any reason she usually just became moderately buzzed or took care of herself. 

It was shameless, Mikasa felt. 

Throughout the night she had served Pieck drinks. At first they were alcoholic and as time went on they were nothing more than juice yet still she became more and more inebriated. 

Pieck slammed her cranberry drink on the table sloppily and announced her dare. Which ever so creatively was to kiss the handsomest person in the room. 

Mikasa simply moved over and gave Armin a fat kiss on the forehead making them both giggle like small children. She had raised a handsome man after all. 

The night passed and nothing happened besides Miaksa’s suspicions being proven correct. She couldn’t find it in her to embarrass Pieck and Mikasa herself felt shameless because who she really wanted to kiss was Jean. Suddenly her concern wasn’t that of a well intentioned friend but her feelings morphed as they took a name and they  felt ugly and frightful within her. 

Pieck had done nothing wrong after all except try to get Jean's attention. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing insidious, all the wickedness lied in Mikasa’s ignored feelings and childish reactions to them. 

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1 Month Later ,

Early Autumn on a Sunday Morning 

Tea at Mikasa’s house had become a tradition in the months since Jean returned to Paradise. Twice a week but always just the two of them on Sunday mornings usually from 10 -11 AM he arrived always a little tired but never hung over. 

Summer was shifting into fall and he felt a chill in the air he wasn’t as accustomed to now since living on the continent for three years that had both been long, grueling yet fleeting now that he was back home. Although even on the island so lush and green It wasn’t nearly as cool as it had been in his youth. He wondered if the seasons would ever return as they should in his lifetime as he watched the warm painted leaves of Mikasa's oak tree  rustle in the wind. 

“Jean, are you okay there?” Miksa called from her porch. 

“Oh, Yes! Very Okay, Just admiring your oak is all.” He pointed up at her tree dumbly. 

She nodded, “Yes, I could see that.” She looked amused and it delighted him whenever he put a smile upon her face. 

“I had no clue you were such a botanist.” Mikasa commented as he took his seat at the table and she poured and prepared his tea in the way that he liked. That also delighted him that they were close enough and spent enough time to know just how to make the others tea. 

“I’m not but it’s a nice tree. It made me think of this story that Pieck had told me-” He lied. He didn’t want to bring up the ramifications of the rumbling. It would bring up other subjects and it was just too early to think of Eren. It wasn’t a completely lie she had told him a story about about a tree the other day. 

“Are you and Pieck… uhh..close?” She asked, unable to look him in the eye. 

“I s’pose.”  Jean shrugged although feeling a sense of deja vu. 

“When do you think you will finally become an item?” She asked. 

“Huh?!” Some of his tea dripped down his lip and clung to his beard.He reached for a napkin but she was faster, grabbing a handkerchief from her pocket and to his shock she leaned forward and wiped his chin tenderly. If he had more tea in his mouth he would have choked up again but all he could do was try and keep his face passive and ignore his heart beating in his ears. 

“You just seem to really enjoy her company.” Mikasa went on, the usual serine smile on her face was troubled. It had something to do with the tightness of her face and the downcast look in her eyes. 

“I do but it’s the same for Connie, Armin and y-you.” That was also a lie. She was not the same as anyone. There was no one like Mikasa Ackerman. 

“I just thought since she answered your phone. She must be over often.” Again she gave him a strained smile. 

“Jealous?” he teased. He didn’t know why he said something so stupid because of course she wasn’t. 

Mikasa’s face dropped any pretense of serenity in that moment. “Stop, I’m mortified enough.”  

“Wait?! What?  I was joking.” Jean answered, not really sure what was happening. 

“So this is all a joke to you? Huh?”  She got up from the table and looked out the window with her arms crossed. 

“No I just never thought you could be- I meant couldn’t possibly be-” 

“Because I’m so broken up?” She whispered towards the window. He wondered if he was even supposed to hear her. 

“No I mean - of me or because of me. Of all people.” He finished. He felt lightheaded; he must be dreaming or misunderstanding. 

Mikasa let out a deep sigh. “Give yourself some credit, I only know about 5 men.” 

He breathed from his nose at her small joke. “And none of them are worthy of you.” He meant it. 

“Same could be said about you. You're a hero.” She turned around now. He didn’t need to see her face to know she meant her honeyed words but the earnest look upon her face took his breath away. For a moment he almost believed them; That he was a hero. 

He got up from his chair to join her at the window to watch the oak tree let its leaves go to dance within the wind. A beautiful flurry of wines, coppers, golds, sienna and umbers and the amusing sight of the goats catching some leaves in the air and munching on them. 

He could only tell her the truth, that was all he was ever good at really. “I’m just a man.” 

She looked up at him. “I’m just a woman.” She smiled that small smile of hers that he had always found charming. “I think that’s enough.” 

#to popgreens #I hope you enjoyed this #sorry I'm so late I got busy #Thank you so much for the prompt #Jeankasa #ask

[blueskyscribe]

Okay, so I thought of two ways to rewrite the Sam and Nightshade scene to make it more interesting. But first I'd like to talk about why it didn't work for me.

Needs a conflict.

Sam needs better characterization.

(I know Sam is a one-off character who isn't going to get five pages of backstory. But Stevie was a one-off character in this same episode, and we got a lot more from him. Even a mini character arc.)

Okay, let's go!

Scenario #1:

I think Sam needs to bring the conflict to the scene. And one way to do that would to have her be biased against Transformers--in a more aggro way than Stevie, like a foil to him.

(Sidenote, I thought Sam deciding that she could trust Nightshade because they're nonbinary--not because they saved her from a mugger--was extremely silly. Queer robots can be evil; trans Skywarp would squash you where you stand.)

So in this scenario, Sam is less mild mannered and more of a punk. Leather jacket covered with patches with studs all over it! Chains around her neck! Wild hair! T-shirt with the arms ripped off and "SHE / THEY" written on it in magic marker. The "SHE" starts with the Stussy S that we all drew in middle school.

Punk Sam actually tries to fight the guy mugging her, but Nightshade sees the mugger has a gun and swoops in to save her.

So Sam is on the roof with Nightshade, putting up her dukes and trash-talking to cover how scared she is of this giant robot.

Sam: You want some of this, you dirty 'Con? I'll punch you so hard you'll fly all the way back to your home planet!

Nightshade: Please don't, I fear you will injure your hand. And for your information I am not a Decepticon and I am on my home planet. Rude.

Sam: Oh please! Everyone knows all the flying robots are bad guys.

Nightshade (raises an eyebrow): That is a gross generalization. And why exactly did this 'bad guy' robot *puts their fingers on their chest with a flourish* prevent you from being grievously injured by a miscreant?

Sam (reluctantly lowers her fists): Eh, I could've handled him. Why do you talk like that? You swallow a dictionary, green bean?

Nightshade: If only one could absorb words so easily! No, I simply read a lot. Though it does mean my siblings don't always understand me . . .

Sam: Buddy, you and me both.

And then Sam and Nightshade bond, and it turns out Sam has three brothers, one of whom doesn't respect that she's nonbinary and keeps calling her "little lady" to taunt her. Nightshade is shocked by the thought of family being unsupportive, but consoles her and encourages her to focus on the support of her two other siblings, of her friends, and most importantly to have faith in herself. (Also they paraphrase Tarantulas during this part because we love a callback.)

Nightshade is thrilled to learn the word "nonbinary", and before Sam departs, she self-consciously asks Nightshade if they can give her a ride in their owl form.

Nightshade: *arches a brow* Are you sure you want a ride from an "evil" flying Transformer?

Sam: Whaaat? Who said that? Point me at 'em, I'll punch their lights out.

Nightshade: *chuckles and transforms* That won't be necessary.

So Nightshade drops off Sam in her neighborhood, and the twist is that Stevie is actually one of Sam's (supportive) brothers, and she spots him just as he finishes changing the graffiti to "Transformers are home", and she nods approvingly.

Scenario #2:

Non-punk Sam; she looks the same as in the show except her pins are mostly space related, and in addition to the "she/they" pin she has one that says "nonbinary." Sam is also going to provide the conflict in this scenario, but this time the conflict is internal, as we will see.

So Nightshade saves Sam from the mugger and hovers in midair with Sam in their hand, fifty feet above the ground. This version of Sam doesn't quietly freeze when she's scared, she flips out.

Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Nightshade: It's all right, you're safe now. :D

Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nightshade: Er, my name is Nightshade, my pronouns are--

Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nightshade (more and more desperate to calm Sam down, sees a pin on Sam's bag): Oh, "nonbinary"! That's a computer language, is it not?

Sam (stops screaming with comedic abruptness): Um, no? It means people who aren't female or male.

Nightshade (delighted): Oh my . . . like me!

Sam: Whoa, really? Me too. I mean . . . *gestures towards pins* . . . obviously, ha ha.

Sam: . . . *looks at the ground, still far below*

Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Cut to a scene of the other Maltos, then cut back to Sam and Nightshade, who have now landed on a roof and are chatting comfortably. Sam is into astronomy and Nightshade, Science Nerd, is happy to learn new science facts.

Nightshade: . . . and so a moderate star such as our own sun can eventually expand into a much larger Red Giant? How wondrous! Oh, I must tell my siblings all this . . . *sighs* Yet I wonder if it will keep their interest.

Sam: *laughs* Science isn't everyone's thing, but there are lots of ways to enjoy the stars, you know? When I was little my parents and I would lie in the grass and look at the constellations.

Nightshade: The what?

Sam: Look, I'll show you *points* Trace a line between those four stars--

Nightshade: How?

Sam: *smiles* Just in your mind. They form a rectangle, right? Now look at that line of three stars beside it and imagine they're a handle. That's the Big Dipper. And the Little Dipper pours into it.

Nightshade: In my mind as well?

Sam: *laughs* Exactly. You have to use your imagination. Some people see them as something totally different, like bears or caribou, all kinds of things . . . and some constellations are even more abstract. Like check out Aries, the ram. *traces it in the sky* And over there, that's Tauros the bull. Those two stars are his horns, that one's his eye--

Nightshade: *gasps* Isn't a bull similar to a cow? Oh, I must show Tauros to my siblings! Praytell, are there any owls?

Sam: Not that you can see from here-- *phone buzzes as she receives a text* Hang on a sec . . . My mom's asking where I am.

Nightshade: Oh dear, I did not mean to make your family worry.

Sam: *finishes texting back* It's cool, I told her I'll be a little late 'cause I'm hanging with a friend.

Nightshade: *looks extremely flattered / pleased* I can give you a ride home, if you wish.

Sam: That would be great! Just one sec . . . *is removing the 'she/they' and 'nonbinary' pins from her bag and putting them in a side pocket*

Nightshade: Why are you removing your adornments?

Sam: Oh, uh, it's just . . . I don't want my parents to see, you know?

Nightshade: No, I do not. *clasps hands around knee, tilts head* Is it a surprise?

Sam: More like a secret.

Nightshade: They do not know you're nonbinary? *concerned* Would that upset them?

Sam: Oh, no. My parents are cool, they wouldn't be mad. It's just . . . *clasps her hands together, looks down at her lap* I don't know. I've always been 'their little girl' and I don't want to ruin that for them.

Nightshade: I don't understand. You are who you are. *remembers Tarantulas's words* And it is a gift to know yourself so young.

Sam: I think I know myself, but what if . . . *bites her lip* What if I tell my parents and then it turns out all their expectations were right and I was wrong? What if I disappoint them over nothing?

Nightshade: Perhaps they will not think that seeking the truth is nothing', or ''disappointing'? Regardless of what that truth turns out to be?

Sam: *sighs heavily* Sometimes it's just easier to be what you 'should' be. What people expect.

Nightshade: . . . *gazes at the sky* How beautiful are the stars.

Sam: Yeah . . .

Nightshade: Why, Sam! You were playing a joke on me, weren't you? There is an owl constellation.

Sam: *slight smile* Sorry N.S., not in this hemisphere.

Nightshade: I must correct you. I see it clearly. *traces stars with their finger* There is the wing . . . the eyes burning brightly . . . and another wing. Sentry, the Owl.

Sam: That's not a real constellation. You just . . . made it up.

Nightshade: What makes it less real than a crooked line that people call a ram or a rectangle they see as a bear? *deftly picks the she/they pin out of the side pocket* What makes this *puts their finger on 'she'* more real than this? *puts their finger on 'they'*

Sam: . . . *stares at the pin, then the stars, eyes wet*

Nightshade: *gently* The lines are not etched in the sky, but in our minds, are they not? And so what is to stop us from drawing our own? *after several moments* Ready to go home?

Sam: One sec. *takes the she/they and nonbinary pins and pins them back on their bag* Now I am.

#Earthspark #spoilers #Earthspark spoilers #Transformers #Sam #Nightshade #fanfiction #long post #I hope you enjoyed this #also lmk which of my little ficlets was your favorite #assuming you liked either of them ;)

[loisroo]

I know this is very cliche, but like...either coffee shop au or like Kindergarten/Preschool Teacher!Dongsik x Single Parent!Juwon. Just a really cute meet cute would be nice, for them. I think they deserve that

yayyy!! you are very correct, they deserve all the love. i tend to write a lot of fluff and sappy things more often then not so i hope it's good!! Thanks for sending me a prompt <3

Lee Dong Sik had never been much of a coffee drinker growing up or in his young adult years. It wasn't until after Sang Yeob got him hooked six months into their partnership, with a whiny "Dong Sik-ah, try it with the cream and flavor in it, I promise you'll love it."

Now years later, long after Sang Yeob had left the RUI for better prospects, Dong Sik still finds himself walking into a coffee shop every morning, craving the sweet taste of a warm coffee. (No matter how many times he tries to make the drinks at home himself, it never tastes the same.)

Sometimes it was the coffee shop close to his station, other times it was the one on his way to work but today he found himself following the directions on his phone to a small tea/coffee shop, fifteen minutes out of his way. Min Jung had sent the address last night and he sighed as he pulled his coat tighter around himself as a burst of cold air hits him. He should have insisted on the one close to his work.

He eyes the rain clouds above him as he walks faster and barely makes it through the door before the rain is crashing into the side of the windows.

He breaths a sigh of relief and glances around the little shop, it's small but not uncomfortably, giving off a warm and cozy vibe. There are more plants hanging around and on the table then he expected but it brightens the place up nicely. The chairs look antique but the cushions on them look plush and look nice with the dark wood tables. Overall, Dong Sik's surprised by the overall homey feel of the place shoved into this tiny building which was packed between busy buildings.

He doesn't see Min Jung anywhere, in fact there is only one other customer in the place and they are tucked in the back corner behind a laptop. He makes his way to the counter and sees the barista is turned away wiping his hands on a towel.

The man turns around and they lock eyes immediately, Dong Sik cant help but blink a few times nor the way his mouth falls open slightly.

It's not just the fact that the young man is attractive, he's really attractive-- almost princely good looks.

No, it's the combination of his amazing features, very expensive tan sweater, and the annoyed frown that makes him look extremely out of place in the small shop. His stance is tall, proud and the broad shoulders underneath his soft sweater are tight and powerful looking. He looks like he belongs at a semi-formal dinner party with investors and not behind the counter at a cute tea and coffee shop.

Dong Sik blinks out of his thoughts at the annoyed huff that leaves the younger man's mouth and sees his eyebrows furrow together, "Excuse me, can I get you anything?"

It's spoken like the young man has already said it before and Dong Sik feels his cheeks turn a little pink as his brain cataloging the man's extremely deep voice and the fact that Dong Sik's been staring at him for way too long. It's been a while since someone left him without words but everything about the younger man was just so out of place, it was a little disorienting.

"Umm... a drink?"

The man looks even more annoyed and Dong Sik feels something in his brain latch onto the annoyance, he can't stop the teasing smile that comes to his face even if he wanted to.

"What kind of drink?"

Dong Sik hums as puts his hands into his pocket, glancing up at the pretty menu and enjoying the impatience clearly growing on the barista's face.

"I've never been here what would you recommend?" He says it sweetly, a smile on his face.

The young barista straightens and nods, still looking annoyed but seeming to remember his job, "Do you like coffee or tea?"

Dong Sik hums, making a show of thinking, only opening his mouth and saying lazily saying "Coffee" after the man looked ready to prompt him again.

Dong Sik looks back at the menu but watches the barista from the corner of his eye as he takes a breath and then lets out a small sigh, "Do you like sweet or bitter coffee?"

Dong Sik slowly brings his eyes back down to the worker and looks him directly in the eyes, "I prefer things to be sweet."

He says it with as much teasing as he can, his eyes amused and his smile only growing bigger. He sees the man blink in surprise and his face shifts briefly before he puts his annoyed frown back on his face, "Then I suggest getting the tuxedo, it's white and dark chocolate flavor with whipped cream on top."

Dong Sik nods, still smiling, "That sounds great, a medium please... Joo Won-ssi."

The man startles a little before glancing down at his name tag and then scowling harder at Dong Sik. It makes something in Dong SIk's stomach flip with an overwhelming need to bother the man further. He likes the scowls and the annoyance but the looks of surprise have him intrigued at what other faces he can pull from the handsome, well-dressed barista.

So Dong Sik steps a little closer to the counter and leans against it slightly, putting him just a little closer to Joo Won. He sees the man look down at the counter and then back up at him but the barista doesn't say anything else.

"Now that I think about it, I'm feeling a little hungry too. Can you give me a suggestion on what's good?"

The man openly sighs again and Dong Sik can't help the laugh that escapes him. Joo Won folds his arms together and raises an eyebrow, "Are you being annoying on purpose?"

Another laugh falls out of Dong Sik's mouth and his smile gets brighter, losing some of the teasing from before, "Most definitely."

The man lets out another sigh but the small uptick of his mouth and the fact that he hasn't asked Dong Sik to leave keeps Dong Sik rooted in his spot.

Joo Won leans over to the display case and pulls out a delicious looking scone and places it on the counter, "Here, I suggest this."

Dong Sik hums and smiles down at it before looking back up at the taller man, leaning in a little further onto his elbows and peering up at him, "Is this the sweetest thing here?"

Dong Sik bats his eyes for heightened effect and Joo Won lets out an undignified snort as he rolls his eyes. He makes his way over to the machines behind the counter and starts to make Dong Sik's drink.

He's not really aware that he's staring at the barista until he catches himself leaning a little too far over the counter. Dong Sik feels his cheeks turn a little pink again and he straightens himself and takes a step back from the counter.

"Do you do that to everyone?"

Dong Sik tilts his head at the question and Joo Won glances at him, looking slightly amused, "Being annoying? Is that just your personality?"

He can't seem to stop any of the laughs from leaving his body today, a pleasant change of pace for him. The laugh is louder then the others more genuine then before, "If you ask my friends, it's an integral part of my personality."

Joo Won smiles slightly but just hums, finishing up the drink and bringing it back over to Dong Sik. He sets the drink down and then asks, "And what if I asked you?"

Dong Sik watches as the man for a second, the way he shifts his weight and folds his arms in front of his chest again, "I'd say I'm only annoying to the people I dislike or really like."

Joo Won blinks at that and raises an eyebrow, "So which is it right now?"

The question is said with a little more vulnerability then Dong Sik thinks Joo Won meant to convey, but something about the way he is standing and his voice makes Dong Sik think he's not as tall, proud, and confident as he pretends to be.

Dong Sik hums and takes the step forward again, watching as Joo Won slightly leans against the counter as well. He reaches over, straightens the name tag on Joo Won's sweater and the young man watches him the entire time.

Dong Sik smiles softly at the barista as he reaches over and grabs a napkin and a pen that's sitting in a cup labeled 'sanitized'. He pulls out some cash, scribbles on the napkin and hands it back to Joo Won and studies the young man's face as he takes it back.

There's a little bit of surprise there, and Dong Sik thinks he may have read the situation wrong until he sees pink tint Joo Won's cheeks and the barista quickly pockets the napkin.

Dong Sik opens his mouth to tease again when the door bursts open and Min Jung and Ji Hoon stumble in soaking wet, hair plastered to their faces.

Min Jung cries out, "Dong Sik-ah!"

They both run to him and he shuffles backwards, swatting at them as they try to hug him, "Leave me alone, stop it! Look what you did to Joo Won-ah's clean floors!!"

Both of the kids stop and blink at him in confusion but he hears Joo Won's sharp, slightly strangled inhale and Dong Sik can't help the grin and wink that he tosses over his shoulder at the red faced barista, "I like him, you two will need to be kind to him."

Dong Sik barely dodges the wet towel thrown at him in retaliation and he laughs brightly as he thinks to himself, fifteen minutes hadn't been that far out of the way, after all.

#beyond evil #beyond evil prompts #coffee shop au #i hope you enjoyed this #i loved writing it!!! #thanks again for sending me the prompt #it took a minute and its a bit longer then i thought but i just got really into it #also sorry for any mistakes i didn't really proofread alot

[hopetorun]

pray tell what is your headcannon for mattdrai secretly dating during the asg based off of leon's media post game

ohhhh my god okay so please understand that this is probably closer to "wouldn't it be funny if" than a headcanon but that media scrum after, where leon is really insistent that the "fuck you" was just a joke ... it just made me think like, what if it was ALL an inside joke. what if they started hooking up in like 2018 or 2019 and were well along the progression of hooking up to falling in love by the time that matthew went into his peak friendship tour antics era in 2019-20

which is obviously deeply annoying to leon for real but also, it's definitely really funny for both of them to pretend they can't stand each other when they're actually fucking each other's brains out at every possible opportunity

that's the concept

#i hope you enjoyed this #i very much enjoy thinking about it #so #hopefully it also brings other people joy

[sepheroth]

💋 :3c

Send  💋  to shut my muse up with a kiss(no longer accepting.)

"It's..." Just as assuredly as there was much needed space left between his words, as well as there was hesitance he thought of a way to express that while he had the rights to brag about it, that wasn't really his intention at the moment. "...Nothing special..." but this is where his subconsciousness played away into view and his shoulders tensed and he hated himself for it. Nearly, his neck would have sunk between his shoulders. Had Cindy not expressed her interest in one of his hidden talents for playing the piano. He hadn't exactly offered that knowledge freely or even too often for all that matter. Why would anyone pay mind to a corporate dog's supposed talents, other than following instructional orders? He doubted anyone would have taken him seriously back then. But this was another way in which conjured up one of the few memories that every now and then had it's own way of sneaking up on him. SOLDIER had their unforgiving habit, of when he was an one of their allies, of wanting to show off what their best marketing tool could do. Sephiroth loathed of thinking of it this way, but there really wasn't any a better way to sugarcoat. There was no two ways about it, either. There was no way to make it hurt less. The alert reached back to his brain that Cindy was waiting. He could not, for the life of him say no, nor turn down that smile. This is ridiculous. Why am I suddenly thinking of all of this now...? Rang the thought that got him to tap back into what was known as reality. It served and aided for him for the better.

Now, as his shoulders unwinded themselves, he'd roll his head a little and thought of what he wanted to play for her. It had to be something that he knew by heart, something that he knew by melody alone. That in store and of mind, Sephiroth positioned his fingers as this was a mistake-proof way for him to not place much importance and thought into it. He'd have to at least try. But somewhere dangling toward the back of his head told him that it wasn't going to be no such way simple. So for now, he ignored what his head was holding conversations with him about. For at least the first few minutes at hand he had been doing fine playing swimmingly well. And he was surprised that pressure had not washed over him like a daunting tide, perhaps like akin to a mountain of anxiety. And his fingers started to relax more and more as his head and memory guided his fingers all the way through and through upon the keys. Moonlight Sonata was one of his personal favorites so he had went with that.

All his efforts started to hurl straight out of the exit way the very moment his head forced him to pay attention to his concerns that he managed to ignore for a graceful period, the time he took his eyes off that practice. The ''oh, no's and what 'if this, that and others should happen' caught up with him. Within his own ears he could tell he missed the brass clefs because he had been repeating that note for the longest, over for the last next few moments. "Tch...Why...now...?" he huffed to himself under lowered tone and said under his breath. Turning to Cindy who was all smiles, seating herself upon the piano while he played. As she'd inched closer and closer to him and assured him that he was doing find and that he didn't need to worry, he tried as he would and as best to, his shoulders stiffened again. As did his spine when his brain was arguing with him again. He would be the only one who had known that's what it was doing. Thank Shiva for that. "I'm...Forgive me...I didn't think..." his words were about as jumbled over each other and sooner within that, they become a pile of a silly mess as he tried to come up with an explanation for his flaws in front of her. Again, he had realized that perfectionism was another flaw that he had built up. No thanks, to Shinra who wanted nothing more and expected nothing but desirable results. For the time he was able to achieve that without fail until... he set Nibelheim ablaze. That thinking helped reduce the sting of his mistakes just now. It helped him be able to cope with embarrassing himself. He wouldn't be telling her that, though. Or was it, how she'd moved share seating with him the very moment while he preoccupied himself with his damnedable anxieties, she'd stop his nonsense and nipped it in a bud. She'd used this as a excuse to kiss him over at his ear, in which her lips brushed along the shell of it? Everything start to melt away. She had succeeded in halting at the foot of one of his worst tendency of habits. He'd perk at what was said to him in secrecy. He wouldn't be parroting what she said to him to that changed his entire mood. Why would he? He has much more respect and class than that.

#topmechaniic #i apologize for the wait #i've been experiencing writer's block here and there #i took the moment to write while my creativity struck--- #playing yakuza 0 helped me an odd way to come up with something #i hope you enjoyed this #i love watching sephiroth become an adorable huffy and pouty mess #more like a wreck but you get the whole bit of it #Bow your head if you wish to keep it: IC asks

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love #moon #venus #zoozve #long post #sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha #astronomy #astrophysics #space

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

#writing this my brain was like: what if he actually likes it? #what if he likes people openly criticizing him in ways nobody actually does to Adrien agreste? #because Adrien Agreste is perfect and can do no wrong. maybe he enjoys being insulted or something #and then I remembered chat noirs multiple breakdowns about feeling unworthy and yknow what yeah I don’t think he likes it LOL #do normal people actually fall asleep when they lie down #if you can’t tell I recently decided to make my random ml musings your guys’ business instead of keeping it to myself #hope you enjoy

[little-eye-guy]

"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

#eye guy speaks #i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please #why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane #1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs* #1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it #(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)

[dotcie]

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