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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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chapter 4. chivalry is dead

pairing: tasm!peter parker / fem!reader

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

wordcount: 4.6k

content warnings: graphic depictions of violence, blood, reader suffering from mild dissociation

summary: one night you stop spider-man from almost killing someone, the next day you see your neighbor getting changed into the red and blue suit in the alley.

taglist: @raylan-c , @leydileyla , @kominnfyrirkattarnef , @scandalous-chaos , @kdatthecastle (tell me if you want to be added to the list <3)

a/n: And we are! At the end!! Ngl I'm kinda sad, for some reason I really had a connection to this particular series and been writing it, thinking about it for a while. It really helped me to get out of my comfort zone (which is writing smut) and dabble in new types of writing specifically writing action scenes which was hard-- Anyways, just wanted to thank everyone who supported by reading, liking, reblogging and commenting the story, it truly meant a lot <33

And hey! Just because this is the last chapter it doesn't mean this is "the end". I am going to write an epilogue that contains a bit more spice...if you know what I mean 😏😏😏

I made a playlist for the fic! click here !

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Peter Parker had kissed you.

He had come to your apartment, completely shit-faced, mumbled something about an infinite amount of Peter Parkers and kissed you. You still felt the taste of alcohol lingering on your lips, gently you touch them with the tip of your fingers. He also tasted of strawberries, you wondered why but didn’t put much thought into it. Hugging yourself, you witnessed the state of your living room was currently in, it was a complete and utter mess. Truly, Peter couldn’t have picked a worse time to come over. But lucky you he was probably too drunk to remember your messy-ness. Did it even matter if he did? You hadn’t had a piece of decent sleep since the little debacle you had with him upon the rooftop. You hadn’t left for school nor your part-time job, you basically ceased to exist. The worst part was you had no one to blame for your actions, you could only blame yourself. You were the one to pry into Spider-man’s life, even if by accident, and instead of coming clean your pried and pried and pried, until all hell broke loose.

Sighing, you let your body fall to the couch. You just felt tired. You felt like nothing you did mattered– Whether you tried to help or not, every time you ended up between a hard place and a rock. Now, confusion was added to your list of negative feelings. Did Peter like you now? Just like that? What changed? He hadn’t reached out to you either as Peter Parker or Spider-man. Deep down, way deep, the part that had some type of self-recognition still left, you felt angry. He said all those things, attempted to scare you so you wouldn’t come near him ever again, which had worked even if you hated to admit it. The argument on the rooftop was one of the pivotal moments in your life where you felt true fear. And it wasn’t like you actually thought that he would harm you, no, of course not, but it was human nature to fear what could kill you. The most basic one at that. Peter’s outburst was a harsh slap from reality that you were helpless, and not in the sense that you were weak, in the sense that you couldn’t do what you truly strive for. You just wanted to help.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. Everything was a goddamn mess and you had no idea how to fix it–

A knock on the window cut the silence like a knife.

You froze, muscles tensing immediately at the noise. Slowly, you turned. The knock repeated and you flinched, quickly getting up and grabbing the empty beer bottle Peter had left on the table. A shadow that belonged to the source of the noise was casted upon the tulle curtains and you recognized it instantly, your breath hitching as you got closer. It was the shape of a claw. And just like that a million different scenarios flashed before your eyes, some of them including your own death– Fear formed in your mouth as the taste of bile. Your fingers twitched around the glass bottle as you gently slid the curtain to the side. Otto was patiently waiting on the fire escape, a cigar between his chapped lips. When he noticed you, he smiled, a wide grin that sent chills down your spine.

You only stared, not moving a muscle, and you were sure that in that exact moment you had forgotten how to breathe. Otto rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly gestured you to open the window. Swallowing, you did as he wanted.

“Well hello my dear,” he said, moving closer to you as he raised upon his metal arms. “May I come in?”

You didn’t know how to answer so you only moved out of the way. His metal arms came in first, latching onto the walls as they made your bookshelves fall to the floor. You felt numb, like your soul had left your body. You could only idly watch the destruction of your somewhat nice apartment. When Otto finally came in he looked around, then at you. Scanning as you stood there with your baggy white shirt and black sweatpants. You took a step back. He cackled, his mechanical arms slivering towards you like snakes. One of the claws stopped only an inch away from your face, your breath hitched as fear raked over your entire body. The claw snapped closed and opened again, it made you flinch back. Otto clicked his tongue.

“No need to be afraid, darling,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “I’m just going to borrow you for a bit,”

“Borrow me?” you asked, your legs trembled. “Come on Otto, don’t do this,”

“Tell that to your boyfriend,” he snarled, coming closer. “I’m tired of running from him– The damn spider keeps on following me.”

You gasped as you felt the metal arm wrapping around you, squeezing your flesh as it picked you off of the floor. You tried to move but all your attempts were futile. Otto, telling you to shut up, climbed out of the window, taking you along with him.

The last thing you did was scream Peter’s name.

In contrast to the situation you found yourself in, the wind that blew felt good against your skin. The sun was rising, shades of orange and red decorating the sky, mimicking an oil painting you thought you would never see. Otto stood at the edge of the rooftop, from what you saw, the two of you were on top of one of the many skyscrapers of New York City. The air was clean, at least cleaner than the streets. He had released you, looking towards the horizon, waiting. And you had a pretty good idea who he was waiting for.

But that particular someone was probably passed out, laying on his couch. At home.

You sighed, taking a tentative step closer to him. Two of the arms were latched to the concrete of the building as the other two were moving randomly. Your eyes scanned Otto's back, you could see the chip stuck to his nape, the cause of his insanity. Hopefully. You would hate to see that even a little part of him was similar to Doc Ock.

“He’s not going to come,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “Just let me go, Otto. Please.”

He refused to look at you, his eyes still fixated on the horizon. The orange sky had started to turn blue. He shook his head.

“He’ll come.” he chuckled. “Why do you think I let you scream?”

Your body visibly shivered. The fact that he would use you as bait, to lure Spider-man into, what was probably, a trap. You tore your gaze away from him and started to examine the rooftop. There was nothing in sight. At least there wasn’t anything you could see. Who knows what a mad scientist could come up with?

“What’s your master plan anyways?” you asked.

Otto stilled, rolled his shoulders, then turned his sight to you.

“I’m not going to give you an evil monologue,” he replied and turned his eyes back to gaze upon the city. “Also, I don’t have one.”

Before you could say anything you saw him. Saw him before Otto did. The red and blue. Spider-man.

Soon after you did, Otto's arms reacted, drawing his attention away from the city and onto Peter. Otto’s face twisted into a sly grin, his fingers twitched and you could’ve sworn his eyes became darker.

“There’s our lover boy,” he hummed, then turned to you. “See I told you he would come.”

Why did it sound like he was consoling you?

Peter landed right in front of you, his arms spread out as his gaze was fixated on Otto.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You could hear the fear in his voice.

You were quick to reply.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He tensed at the question, the muscles of his back straining. Otto had started to move towards you two. Peter moved back, forcing you to do the same. Your pulse escalated.

“And I thought your generation was supposed to be a chivalrous one!” Peter called out to Otto. The octopus only laughed.

“How else was I supposed to lure you into the open?” he stopped moving, his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he snarled. “This is your last warning– Peter– Stay out of this,”

“Why do villains keep saying that?” Peter replied, his tone light and playful. “Do you guys even know what my job description is? Besides, why do you guys always assume you have the upper hand– That’s kind of rude if you ask me,”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a child playing dress-up,”

“Dude, I’m like twenty-two. You should know this–”

“Enough talking!” Otto snapped. “Suffer the consequences!”

His metal arms lunged towards Peter, hence they also lunged towards you.

“Shit,”

The first thing you felt was Peter’s strong arms wrapping around you and the second thing you felt was your back hitting the stone cold floor of the roof. The air was knocked from your lungs, your lips parting with a strained scream. Peter was crouched over you, shielding you from any other attacks that might follow. He lifted his head, those big white lenses searching your face for any discomfort.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” you said, feeling dissociated from your own body. Your lips moved on their own. “You?”

“I’ll live–”

Something cold clawed its way between the two of you, the metal arm coiled around Peter’s waist and snatched him away. You extend your arms, your eyes wide as you try to grab him.

“Peter!”

“Peter?” he replied, his body hanging upside down as his arms flailed like a fish. “Who’s tha–!”

His question shifted into a shout as Otto started to spin him, Peter’s body bending and curling in a way that a body shouldn’t. You still sat on the ground, watching in horror at how Otto’s arms flung him from side to side like a doll. Otto was the dog while Peter’s the toy, the dog’s teeth sunk into the plush of the toy. All the blood drained from your face, making your skin tingle and feel numb as you watched. After a while Peter managed to break free, jumping and kicking Otto in the face. The older man groaned, blood trickling from his nose as he glared at Peter with murderous intent.

“Just let me help you!” Peter screamed. “I’ll remove the thing-y from your neck and you’ll be good as new!”

“You just don’t--” Otto took a swing at him, Peter dodged. “Understand. How could you? No one can understand my pain,”

Otto swiped at Peter’s feet with his claws and Peter jumped over him, kicking him in the back right before he landed.

“We can go to therapy together!” Peter stilled, scratching his chin from over the mask. “Well, not together together– We’re not a couple. We can book sessions from different therapists and talk about our problems at the same time,”

This time the claw swiped at his head, dangerously close, so close that when you squinted you could see that a bit of Peter’s mask was cut, blood, a shade darker from his suit, trickling down the mask. Their fight continued, but as you drifted into your thoughts they turned into blurred figures. Figments of your imagination. You felt like a stranger to your own body, everything happening around you feeling like a fever dream. You hated how you were struck with fear. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, the noise of it deafening you, the white noise of the city fading into a hum. The two continued to fight, you watched but you couldn't see. The only thing your brain registered was how close they were to the edge.

Then you noticed how Otto had his fingers curled around Peter’s neck, laughing as the claws of his arms snapped open and closed an inch away from Peter’s face. He couldn’t move. A spider trapped by a web that wasn’t his own.

Suddenly you could breathe.

You felt the blood pumping through your veins, the oxygen filling your lungs. Your fingers twitched. You came alive. The city’s noise was back, so was your vision. The sky was now a clear blue, clouds hovering above decorating it with a light shade of white. You slowly got up, stumbling like a newborn as you took a step forward. Then you took another. Neither of them saw you move, Peter trying to pry himself out of Otto’s arms as Otto focused on keeping the spider still.

Your slow walk turned into a fast one, then it shifted into a small jog, then a full on run.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ran, your feet gliding across the floor as if it was made of ice. Then, only a step away from Otto, you jumped. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his thick waist. You let all of your weight fall back, pulling him down with you as you groaned. Otto shouted, his hands trying to peel your limbs off of him. You continued to pull him, until his body leaned back and let go of Peter. Sliding your hands up, you block his sight. It was like riding a mechanical bull, your muscles screamed at you as you mentally begged them not to let go.

Your legs and arms started to slide, your grip around him loosening, but before what you feared happened, Peter appeared right next to you. Ripping the microchip out of Otto’s nape. The man screamed, his mechanical as well as organic arms flailing mad. You let go, falling back and landing on your bottom as Otto walked backwards, finally collapsing on the floor. Worried, you glance at him and are visibly relieved when you notice his chest subtly rising up and down. Then your eyes searched for Peter, he stood at the edge of the roof, his back turned to the city.

A smile graced your lips, it was over, it was finally over.

At least that was what you thought.

Peter started to rock from side to side, losing his footing as he desperately tried to stay upright. Your eyes widened and your lips part with his name, the world fell into slow motion. He was falling back, your breath hitched as you quickly scrambled up. Stumbling as you jolted forward. Your fingers grazed against the rough surface of the floor, desperation in your steps, you couldn’t manage to properly run. Peter was falling. The side of his mask was ripped open and you saw half of a smile.

“Peter!”

You almost tripped as you jumped forward, your hands barely grabbing his but as soon as you did, you knew you would never let go. His body dangled at the side of the roof as you desperately tried to pull him up, your feet pressed against the stone railing. Your muscles screamed but it was working, slowly, yet surely, you managed to drag him back up.

His body laid unconscious on the floor, your eyes scanned him with panic. Unbeknownst to you, Otto had managed to cut him pretty severely right across his chest. Your lips trembled, your eyes stinging as you saw how much blood was gushing out. As tears flowed down your face, you pressed the wound together– Your stomach churned as the warmth of his blood got all over your hands. The stickiness, the smell, it made you nauseous.

“Peter,” you sobbed, it felt like someone was squeezing your heart. “Peter, please don’t die– Please, you– I love you. You can’t leave me, you just– The world needs you, the world needs Peter Parker. I need Peter Parker. Oh god,”

The words died in your throat. Hunching, you pressed your forehead against his, his skin was so cold. So goddamn cold. His name continued to fall from your lips and all you could think in that moment was the things you couldn’t say to him. The memories that you wouldn’t share. A world without him was a world you didn’t wish to live in. You whispered his name once more, your bloody fingers still pushing his wound together in hopes to slow down the bleeding.

“It looks like I came just in time,”

You jumped at the voice, your head turning immediately. A woman with white hair stood right behind you, she was wearing a skintight black suit with a mask that matched the color of her outfit. Your vision was still blurred so you couldn’t really see the details of her face, tears slid down your face and dropped to Peter’s body.

“Please,” you begged. “Help him, he’s…He’s going to die–”

The woman crouched next to you, her demeanor now more serious than before. She clicked her tongue. Now that she was up close you could recognize her, at least your brain registered a name; Black Cat.

“Damn, that octopus really got the best of him,” she rummaged through her belt and pulled a roll of bandages. “We’ll just wrap him up as good as we can and take him to the hospital as Peter Parker, alright?”

You sniffled and her blue eyes found yours. She smiled and placed a kind hand on your shoulder, she tilted her head to the side.

“Don’t worry he’s going to be fine. It takes a lot more do defeat Spider-man– Plus he has super healing,”

You slowly nodded, quickly wiping your eyes as hope filled your chest.

“Alright, just tell me what to do.”

It’s been two days since you and Felicia brought Peter to the hospital.

The Black Cat had introduced herself right after you two bandaged him as the best you could. Apparently Felicia already knew who you were so she thought it would be fair if you knew who she was too. After admitting him to the hospital the doctors said he was wounded pretty badly but would be fine. Peter was unconscious ever since, it was hard to look at him with all the tubes and whatnot inserted in his body. Felicia had called aunt May, disclosing to her what had happened. At least, disclosing a version which Spider-man wasn’t involved in. The cops had come and took Otto away, so pretty much everything had returned to normal.

You never left Peter’s side, sleeping and basically living at the hospital as you read him a book aunt May had brought. Your heart went out to her, poor May, she was so worried and probably has been worried ever since uncle Ben passed away. She didn’t say anything about Peter being Spider-man, but you had a hunch that she knew.

Aunt May sat with you as you read Peter another chapter of a science book that he supposedly enjoyed. At least that was what May had said. Taking in deep breath you closed the book, placing it aside as you scrolled your phone to open spotify. Without even thinking you opened the soundtrack to Interstellar, he seemed to enjoy it. Last time you played it his fingers twitched, so you assumed that was a good sign.

“You should go home, you know?” Aunt May spoke softly, she was knitting a scarf. “You need rest too.”

You gazed at Peter, he looked so pale. Paler than he’s ever been. You shook your head.

“No, I… I don’t want to leave him alone,” your lips were chapped.

Aunt May chuckled, “What am I? A decoration?”

A smile tugged at your lips and you finally turned your gaze to her. When your eyes locked on to each other you realized how kind her eyes were.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you sighed, your smile wavering. “It’s just, I was so scared I was going to lose him. I have so much I want to tell him, so much I want to confess. He saved me–” then you quickly add. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”

Aunt May elegantly raised her eyebrow, “Of course,” she repeated. “I understand where you’re coming from but he’s still resting, and wouldn’t you want to have that conversation with a clear head?”

“I guess…”

“Then go,” she shooed you with her hands. “I promise that if he wakes up I’ll tell him you were waiting until I kicked you out.”

You smiled, nodding.

“Alright then, as long as you tell him that it was you who forced me out–”

“I promise sweetie, now go and rest.”

You were pleasantly surprised to see that Peter was up, chatting away with aunt May. Smiling, you knocked gently on the glass door as you peeked inside. Peter seemed flustered to see you, quickly looking away when you came eye to eye. Meanwhile, aunt May greeted you with a kind smile.

“Welcome back dear,” then she raised her hand as if she was swearing on the bible. “As promised I told him I kicked you out, so I kept my promise.”

You walked inside and placed your bag on the floor as you stood an inch away from Peter’s bed. His hand was resting on his stomach and without even thinking, you placed your hand on top of his. Peter was surprised but despite that he let his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Thank you May,” you replied and turned to Peter. “How do you feel?”

“Good, well better at least.” he met your gaze. “You didn’t have to wait for me but… thank you,”

“Of course,”

You wanted to say more but it felt like your capability to talk had deserted you completely. He smiled and you smiled back, standing awkwardly as you bit the inside of your cheek. Aunt May seemed highly amused by all of this.

“How about I leave you two to talk,” she quickly gave Peter a peck on the cheek and grabbed her bag. “I needed to get coffee anyway.”

With that she left, closing the door behind her.

Silence followed her departure. Neither of you knew what to do or to say, you stood awkwardly at the side of his bed and Peter tapped his thumb against your hand.

“You can sit if you want to,” Peter broke the silence, chuckling nervously. Then much to your surprise he scooched to the side, making room for you. “Here, you can sit next to me.”

You smiled, “Thanks.”

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when your shoulders touched. You had so much you wanted to say, yet you couldn’t form the words. You decided to start your speech with that. Good old honesty, the thing you probably should’ve done from the beginning.

“I have so much I want to say,” you began, your gaze lowered to your hands. “I guess I should thank you first, for saving me– Or maybe I should apologize first? I truly am lost.”

Peter laughed, his body rumbling with the sound, “I’m pretty sure you saved me.” he replied, his laughter dying down to a chuckle. “Besides you were the first one to save me, don’t you remember?”

You turned your gaze to him and tilted your head, asking him to continue with your eyes.

“The day you stopped me– Well, stopped Spider-man from…” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “From…killing that burglar. That was the first time you saved me, you saved me from myself.”

Memories of that night flashed before your eyes. You remembered his anger not towards the burglar but to the world. You shook your head.

“I’m sure you would’ve stopped. But I'd be glad if I helped, even a little.”

“You did,”

It felt like he wanted to say more. His eyes went dark, his mind wandering elsewhere. You decided not to ask about it, the sudden tense atmosphere lingered in the air.

“I didn’t mean anything I said,” Peter began again. “On the rooftop. I…said really cruel things to you. I didn’t mean any of it, well I did mean some of it, risking yourself like that was reckless but I had no idea what else to do other than– Other than to–”

A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand, you were glad you could feel the warmth of flesh.

“It’s alright Peter, I don’t blame you and I think deep down I needed it.”

“I could’ve been nicer.”

“After the pain you’ve been through… I can’t blame you for doing the extreme.”

Peter stilled for a moment, then he sighed and let his head fall back against the headboard.

“You mean Gwen,” he said as if he was affirming to himself that that was what you were talking about. You nodded. “Did I tell you? When I was…drunk?”

“No, Otto did. Well he didn’t give me details, he just told me that she passed away and I kind of put two and two together,”

He nodded, “Smart.” he let out a shaky breath. “Gwen was…I’m not going to lie, she was special to me and I don’t think I can ever stop loving her.”

The sentence cut deep into your heart. All the things you wanted to say, all of it, died in your throat. You swallowed as your palms started to sweat. He must’ve felt it because his grip around your fingers tightened, your face burned and you bit the inside of your cheek. Your heart beated in your throat, your stomach churning as you waited for him to speak.

“All of that said, I can’t really deny what I’ve felt these past couple of weeks– What I still feel, towards you. When I was trapped in darkness it was only you that I could see…I–” he chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure how to explain it and I don’t think I want to, but I would like to start over. Maybe I could take you on an actual date, If I can?”

Peter’s words lingered in the air, the tense atmosphere from before dissolving into something warm. What he’d said had started to sink in, you understood that he, both as Peter Parker and Spider-man, had a lot to deal with. Both emotionally and physically. He had suffered through a lot and something he just couldn’t let go of but that only seemed reasonable to you. The things Peter had been through weren’t easy things that one could get over by having a self care day and the pain just never stopped. A soft smile tugged at your lips and the wings of butterflies started to tickle the inside of your stomach, you accepted that. You accepted every part of him and he accepted every part of you, all the flaws, all the wrong doings.

You wanted to puff up your chest and face all that life had to offer, alongside him.

“I would love that,” you replied as you slowly began to move. “If your schedule is a bit too tightly packed, I’m just a knock away.”

Peter chuckled, “And people say chivalry is dead.”

“Not with us, never with us.”

Under Peter’s curiously lit gaze, you climbed on top of him. Your legs straddling his waist as you leaned down. A smile of mischief and amusement spread across his face, your breath hitched when your lips were only an inch away from his. You licked your lips, your eyes traveling between his soft brown eyes and pink lips.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” he teased. “Or are you gonna kiss me?”

You smiled, finally leaning in and closing the distance.

The future already seemed a little bit brighter.

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officialsaturn · 3 years

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Valentines with...

i may have gone a tad overboard with a few of them cough fundy cough solely bc i’m a fat simp but also i started to lose ideas towards the end i’m so sorry,, also!! look forward to a tommy post soon :))

Wilbur

guys valentines with wilbur is so sweet

he gets up early to go out and buy you flowers

will wake you up either by serenading you on the guitar

or by pressing kisses to your nose, cheeks, chin, forehead, and one last peck to your lips

you guys go out for breakfast but otherwise spend the day inside

cuddled up drinking tea and watching movies

and for sure taking a nap together

you two go on a proper dinner date but its a picnic rather than a restaurant date

you bundle up and spend some time in a park, sitting close and sharing quiet words of admiration

Schlatt

its surprisingly low-key

you both take the day to sleep in late

and when you wake up y'all make breakfast together

it could be smth simple like just cereal

or it could be a hugeass stack of pancakes

regardless of what you make though you end up needing to clean the kitchen afterwards

you two spend the day by doing some dumb shit like going to the park and making fun of children

guessing which kids belongs to which adult

y'all take over the playset ngl

you two end the day by settling onto the couch and watching a movie, falling asleep tangled together on the couch

Techno

another pair to sleep in extra late

you two had stayed up awful late the night before playing bedwars

you had said you could obliterate him and so began a long competition where you ended up going to bed at 3 am

so you two wake up around 12 or 1

short day for y'all

you two get up to make food

god it turns into a playful fight throwing waffle mix and blueberries at each other in a full blown breakfast war

after waffles and a shower its about 2:30-3

so the two of you decide to start a minecraft survival world just for fun

you put your beds next to each other awwwww

he also keeps bringing you random bits like gold and flowers and the occasional diamond

all in all its a very calm day

you decide to go to sleep early

so y'all cuddle up in bed and talk quietly about all sorts of random things

and eventually the conversation drifts off into gentle silence as you both fall asleep

Fundy

fundy i feel would treat valentines very similar to wilbur in the way that he would get up before you to get surprise flowers

and so you wake up to him sliding back into bed after picking up flowers and breakfast from your guy’s favorite diner

his arms coming to rest back around you as he presses a kiss to your forehead as a sweet good morning

after cuddling for a while and breakfast the two of you bundle up in coats and scarfs and go to a botanical garden

you know how they usually do like winter lights and stuff? it’s like that but ✨valentines✨

the flowers are just starting to peek through the snow and show their colours and there’s fairy lights strung up in the trees that cast a pleasant glow all around

you two walk through the gardens holding hands and jumping from topic to topic

eventually the two of you leave and go home to spend time with boots

it’s still snowy around this time and there’s little flurries coming down outside

so the two of you make warm cups of cocoa (with a splash of milk if you get me ;) think his christmas stream) pile on the warm blankets and put on treasure planet in the background

by the time dinner rolls around you’re both comfortably warm and relaxed and slightly intoxicated (unless u don’t drink of course)

so making dinner is a trip

you guys make classic pasta :)

sharing a plate lady and the tramp style 🥺

and soon enough it’s late and you two are huddled close under the comforter of your bed sharing heartbreakingly sweet kisses and words as you slowly fall asleep

Tommy

now tommy’s not the best at romance

but! he does try for valentine’s day

the two of you had planned to spend the day outside and then go to a restaurant for dinner

but it was cold as hell and raining

so you both decided to stay in instead

the two of you play a series of games on minecraft servers

and make these odd food mixes out of valentines themed foods

he made this awful,,,,, t h i n g out of chocolate and licorice and strawberries

lord know how he made it taste so awful

the two of you also decide to binge watch the narnia series towards the afternoon

tommy’s parents had gone out on their own date night so you two had free reign over the kitchen

you guys attempted to make pasta but it ended up over cooked and the sauce tasted odd and it was generally not the best

so you guys decided macaroni and cheese was the next best option

so the two of you dressed up all nice like you were going to originally on your dinner date

and ate mac and cheese while sitting on the living room floor laughing your asses off over the stupidest things

in the middle of washing dishes he starts to hum a song under his breath

and you join him

and soon enough the two of you are dancing around the kitchen together

like those cheesy highschool dance scenes

the two of you change and cuddle in his room, eventually passing out all smushed together and perfectly content

Tubbo

PALENTINES!!!!!

as per your guy’s tradition

the day of valentines you guys go buy a metric buttload of discount candy as well as other snacks before retreating to one of your houses

you both watch tons of stupid hallmark movies before moving on to horror movies

the two of you adore a good scare so the lights are all off, shades closed and curtains drawn while movies like the conjuring series and saw play for hours

by the time dinner rolls around the both of you are thoroughly terrified with minor stomach aches from the candy

so dinner consists of plenty of water and some soup before you both retreat back to where you were watching movies to watch a number of superhero movies or the office or smth

you two always end up passed out sprawled over each others laps by 3 am and if you’re parents notice how tight you guys hold eachother after the terror filled movies you watched

well

they never say a thing :)

sorry for no ranboo guys :( i thought since i’ve done a few posts of him recently it would be ok just the once for me not to include him

#officialsaturn #officialsaturn writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt #gender neutral #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo #platonic tubbo x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #fundy #fundy x reader #dream smp

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savoryscribbles · 3 years

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Home is Something You Make

This is a Kaeya fic from someone who doesn't like Kaeya all that much.

Parings: Kaeya x gn!reader, platonic!Kaeya x Rosaria

Content/trigger warnings: you aren't the traveler,pretty sappy ngl, I've realized I suck at dialogue so just, ignore it.

Kaeya doesn't use his house. If you've know him for long enough, this is a fact. However, what isn't as obvious, is Kaeya let's other people use his house, use his bed, bathroom, kitchen, etc.

His friends without homes, the traveler, Klee, Rosaria, anyone who needs it, can crash at his place whenever they need to. That's why he keeps it clean. It's why his master bathroom has collected dust but not his guest bedroom.

He is far to busy to use his own house. More often he's found stumbling into his house at 2am, crashing on the couch because he knows both beds are likely taken.

He meant to tell you of this predicament. But could never find the right time to bring it up. He knew you slept in late, you worked at night anyways. He knew if you were to ever sleep over, you would definitely run into someone that wasn't him. And he would have to awkwardly explain how a 6 foot tall vampire lady was upset you were sleeping in his bed. The bed that has the thick memory foam, and the silk sheets, the one both you and Rosaria are upset Kaeya doesn't use more often.

When he did eventually ask you over for dinner, he made sure everyone was out of the house before hand, much to their surprise.

He cooked you a nice dinner, and put up the front he felt he had to. He never meant to get this far with you actually. Rosaria had suggested he mess around with the hookup scene, telling him it would help relive stress. Only he doesn't think he did it right, because now he's in a relationship, one he doesn't want to get out of. One night stands had a key word, one night only this had lasted far more than that.

He was scared about a lot of things. He was waiting for you to find out his secrets and leave him, like anyone he'd tried to date before. But he didn't want you to leave, so he tried his best to hold that day off as long as he could.

When morning came Kaeya found it hard to get up. On any other day the sun would have bothered him enough to get ready, the dread of the days work enough for him to be on time. But you were next to him, and the annoying sun didn't look so annoying when it rested on your face, and how could anyone feel dread when they're with their love? So instead of getting ready, Kaeya opted to rest against you awhile longer.

Then he checked the time, and oh shit I have 15 minutes to get ready and he rushed out the door, forgetting to tell you about his other guests.

Something he also forgot to mention to said guests, was you. It wasn't like Kaeya was trying to keep you a secret. It's just that, a famous wondering traveler, a coldhearted vampire church lady, and a toddler who loves bombs can be very intimidating. And so he pushed introducing you to them out of his mind.

So both party's were unaware of each other's presence, that was until you had a polearm to your throat.

"Who are you? And why are you in the Calvary Captains house?" Rosaria stated in her usual harsh tone.

This had startled you awake. Not knowing who she was either. "I'm (y/n)? I, who are you?" Was the response you gave in the mists of rubbing sleep from your eyes, not even batting one at the weapon still hugging your throat.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You're in this house when you shouldn't be, so you need to leave." Rosaria didn't actually care who you were, all she knew is you were not on Kaeya's guest list.

"Huh? Kaeya invited me here though? We had dinner last night, and it was late by the time we finished, so he let me stay over." You tried to explain, you didn't know why Sister Rosaria was in Kaeya's house, they could be a couple, they could be friends, she for all you knew, could be raiding his house. However the latter seemed unlikely. She seemed to know she was allowed here, hence why she was questioning why you were here.

"Oh, so you're one of his one night stands? Still, there's no reason you should have stayed this long." Rosaria reluctantly withdrew her weapon, knowing you weren't likely to cause harm.

"Not really? I mean, I'm not sure what me an Kaeya are, but it's definitely not that." You laughed nervously, surely she should know about you if you were anything serious to Kaeya right? "We've gone of a couple dates, he's even been to my house, this is the first time he's invited me over to his though." You finished your explanation as you started to realize just how weird this predicament was.

"Hmph, alright then, but just so you know. If I find out you're lying, I'm not as merciful as the other sisters." She responded, walking out the door.

Kaeya had some explaining to do.

***

Kaeya realized halfway through his day that he forgot to warn you about his friends. So he tried to get home as quickly as possible, or at least before you left for work.

Luckily he made it, barely though. He caught you as you were getting dressed, but not before getting stopped by Rosaria.

"Hey just so you know, there's someone in there claiming they've 'gone on a couple dates with you' I left them alone, but if their lying I'll take care of them." She said from her position on the couch.

"Hm? There's no need, they're telling the truth, I actually need to talk to them, so excuse me." Kaeya responded before quickly walking to his bedroom.

"Oh, hello there. Um, there was a lady, I'm pretty sure she was sister Rosaria? But she put her polearm up to my throat, telling me I didn't belong here? I'm not sure what that was about." You laughed lightly when you saw him.

"I know, I'm sorry, so sorry. I meant to tell you, there's more people who stay here actually." He muttered the last bit. "I was just in a rush this morning."

"I have friends who stay over, they don't exactly, have anywhere else to stay? I'm not sure, it's not my business to pry, but I let them stay whenever they need to. So if we're going to do, this," he gestures towards himself then you, "more often, I should probably warn you about that."

"Ooohh, okay, that's fine, actually that's very sweet of you Kaeya. Just a warning would have been nice, on both ends actually. A Polearm to the throat isn't the most peaceful ways to wake up." You point out with a chuckle, and he joined you.

After the laugher died down he took you in his arms and kissed you before muttering "I'm glad you understand."

***

"Getting sappy huh captain?" Rosaria stated as he closed the door behind you.

"Hm, maybe." He thought pensively.

"This isn't what I meant by a hookup." She retorted back.

"Oh I know, I have a knack for messing things up, though I'm sure you know that." He responded, looking into her eyes.

"They seem... nice, to nice almost. They didn't even bat an eye when I put my spear to their throat." She pointed out before yawning.

"They're like that, not afraid of weapons when they know the confrontation can be handled with words, even if the other party doesn't want to use them." He explained, how he knew is a story for another time.

"Hm respectable. You seem to like them a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have brought them over." She quipped.

"Yeah, they. Yes, they mean a lot to me." Kaeya said.

And he realized his house wasn't a home until you walked in.

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin #gensin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya fluff #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #rainbowwritings

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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Before and After Rituals

a/n: hi I hope yall like Imma make this a series with the schools so mauh <3

pairings: karasuno x reader

warning: I’m pretty sure this is all clean if not feel free to say something.

summary: the boy’s before and after game things that they do with you

seijoh || nekoma || fukurodani || shiratorizawa

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Daichi Sawamura

the night before a game you always go over to his house with some meat buns and either stay for a while or spend the night

he always holds onto you in some way

it calms him down

its not anything big but it gives him a good sense of peace and quiet before chaos

after his game you always wait for him outside the gym, win or lose

he goes with his team back to the school and you meet him there too

you either go to his house or yours and one of you spends the night just to calm down his head

you always get snacks and even if he tells you to not get to much junk you always get to much and he doesn’t stop you

if he won then you talk about the next match and his thoughts on the team

he’ll also spin you around when he sees you outside the gym

idk he loves doing it

if he lost than he’ll start on things he needs to do better on and you’ll try and cheer him up with some corny jokes and kithes.

Sugawara Koshi

all the morning before the game you two are attached at the hip.

everyone is just used to you “sneaking” onto the bus to drive with them

in reality him trying and failing horribly to cover you with his jacket and coach just giving up on it

constant quiet giggles at first as you try and calm his nerves

then around the end its more quiet and serious as he focuses a little more

after the game he naps on you the whole way home

if he wins you get to listen to his rambling about some idea he had on signals he could use or a set up he wants to try

he could literally talk for hours on what he was thinking wall watching and playing its so adorable

if he loses then theres a aura of sadness in the bus and if its bad enough he’ll muffle his small sniffs into your shoulder

that hasn’t happen except for date tech and sejioh though and your happy for that

you always sleep over after the game

always

Asahi Azumane

before the game welcome to teddy bear time

noya constant teasing for a week straight since the big dork is constantly on you freaking out

normally its not to bad and a lot of it is just of how scare he is that his spikes will get blocked a lot and the comments he’s sure to receive about his looks when he gets there

when game day does come you always kiss his cheek and hold his face to tell him good luck

def earning gags from tssuki but you didn’t hear it from me

after the game its like teddy bear time x10

win or lose you get a new weighted blanket for a couple of days

if he wins its a more happy blanket yes but he’s so exhausted that he just falls asleep on you the minute you meet him at his house after they left for the bus

plus a bunch of random ‘holy crap wait i did that?!”’s to himself throughout the day

if he loses he cries a little, blaming himself for the entire thing

you always tell him that its not his fault and that he did his best

he’s honestly so pessimistic the night after and your one it telling him that he needs to remember how it feels but not let it bring him down

you bring him up with those comments and he’s so grateful for it

Nishinoya Yuu

every time the day before a game he likes to go somewhere with you

weather it be the park, the arcade, an ice cream shop

a freaking pet shop (yes you almost got a pet that day)

he finds it relaxing to see you having a nice time with him and every time he always makes sure its a place to make you smile

after the game he’s a koala on you, win or lose

the only real difference is happy koala or sad koala

happy koala is randomly kissing you and laughing, nuzzling into you while Tanaka either gags or whines about how single he feels

sad koala is sniffling into your shoulder and clinging to you even more if its possible, hes pretty quiet too so you know hes waiting until you get home to talk about everything

course after that mini pout session hes all fighting and ready to see that team again and win

either one also ends with a cuddle movie night until like 2am

also unrelated but like he’s so freaking hot when he receives so always tell him that

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

ok ok this boy omg

so before the game its MAJOR sucking up to you

literally after a while you’ll get more used to it and get what kinds of attention he wants but like at first its just a lot of complements and stares and draping

literally ennoshita is stretched so thin the week before hand by it all

no one even understands why he’s sucking up to you other than him, you (after a little), and ennoshita

he just wants you to return the energy

after the game all depends on winning or loosing

if the win he will always, without fail, kiss you like a million times all over your face when he sees you next

does not matter if its outside the gym or if its when he gets back to the school or what

every time

if they lose, well you now have a very sad puppy on your hands

mentally during a game he’s like no one you’ve never met but when he gets home and has sometime to think its all a bunch of ‘i could have done better’ and ‘i should have done better’ s

you are constantly reassuring him thats he’ll do it next time and that its not his fault

BACK RUBS ARE BIG WITH HIM AND YOU CANT TELL ME NO

but win or lose yall’s main thing is a movie and snack night

after that he’s really to go the next morning and beat up some volleyballs lol

Ennoshita Chikara

lol he’s the most chill i think

before the match he’s really calm

bb doesn’t think he’s gunna play but like he’s ready

honestly though the biggest switch is that he’s an even bigger cuddle bug than before

like he keeps it together at school but hangouts? coming over?

better have gone to the bathroom before cause you’re not moving for the next couple hours

it’s like it calms him down after practice enough to think over what he needs to work on

after the game is the same no matter win or lose

every.single.time. he will always have a sit down with you to talk about what happened during the game

like quick nap, the meeting, then off to your house to go over the pros and cons on the game

he always has the moments when he thinks he’s not worth it to be put in the game but you always just ruffle his hair and tell him thats the furtherest from truth he could get

Kageyama Tobio

OH MY GOD YAY MY BOO

sorry anyways

so before a game he gets kinda quiet

normally he likes to chat about stuff that went on in practice or how hinata pissed him off that day while yall are sprawled on his couch

but he gets quiet the week before and just has that look on his face

you know the look

the ‘grumble grumble’ one

you always poke between his eyebrows and poke at him to make sure he doesn’t go to far into his thoughts

the night before its like a switch flips and hes muttering to himself like crazy on something he might be able to do with his sets

after a game is another win or lose situation

winning means you get little kid mode kageyama

literally his eyes sparkle at everything he enjoys afterward

milk

rewatching his match

anything you freaking do, all that

plus napping, a lot of napping

losing is sad to watch

he sort of goes back a few steps in the social department and goes robot mode

you both will camp out on his couch, his head buried in your lap or shoulder

if its bad enough he cries a little

you always sleep over no matter what

Hinata Shoyo

SHOYOOO

alright this boy before the game is normally fairly daily ngl

you get normal bouncy sunshine that will follow you anywhere and everywhere all the time

but the night before you get meditation mode where he sets out his game stuff and sits there for like half an hour

first time this happened you got scared for him cause he never sits still that long

NEVER

now though you just sorta hang on his bed watching him cause its cute

after the game is the biggest depending there is out of the rest

if he wins he is bouncing of the walls after a little nap

when you finally get him home he’ll have you throw the ball back and forth for like an hour before you call it and make him lay down or eat or something

if he loses its like he lost all his energy for a little while

he tries to fall asleep but cant due to a replay of something he did wrong

you always run your hand through his hair and try to calm him down

calm down as in cheer up not energy

at least until someone says something (usually tanaka) that gets him on another energy high to beat them next time

you always sleep over though it just happens so often that it became normal

Tssukishima Kei

before is fairly normal im ngl

he doesn’t do to much out of the ordinary

I like to think he’s a heck tone more affectionate in private

his before game time isn’t anything special though

he does come with you to the store to get snacks with yamaguchi more often tho so

thats something

after a game is really calm and slow

once again I think he’s a lot more affectionate in private so you lay on him while hes on his phone to calm down

half the time its calming you down since you were freaking out more than him

but same difference

this is what happens win or lose though

like if they lose and he tried he might lay on you instead but its normally just like that

honestly thinking of him being more affectionate in private just makes me fall for him ahhhhhh hate this but anyways

Tadashi Yamaguchi

this boy good lord

so before a game he literally shaking

like he was fine the whole week but the day before he’s slowly freaking out more and more

tssuki will laugh at him while your trying your best to talk him out of his up coming panic attack that might come

a good light smack on his back and a cheek kiss is good enough to get him distracted fro thinking to much though

after a game is always the same thing unless he screwed up a serve really bad

you two always go to the store and gets some snacks and them go to his house and just talk about anything ad everything

if he wins its normally about the game but when he loses you bring up random things to cheer him up

if he messed up he’ll get quiet and just lay on you for hours

but you know that if you can get something about his amazing improvement he’ll eventually brighten up

bb just wants some love (that doesn’t mean you don’t smack him upside the head when he makes fun of someone tho

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a/n: im sorry for not doing kinoshita and narita i dont know them good enough since im not that far into season four to write for them. plus i think ennoshita is oc but thats ok i think

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softkuna · 3 years

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Sukuna | Yuuji Itadori || Nightmare || fic

The reader spent the night at their house and had a nightmare and bc Sukuna and Yuji were in the same room as her they both wake up to her quiet sobbing and comfort her. :)

Content ║ Yuuji x f!s/o. Sukuna x f!s/o. The thing is, he’d always liked her. She helped him with his writing assignments and he’d help her with illustration. They became something like friends. She’d come to the dorm and get her ass whooped in Smash Brothers or he’d see her and get roped into an across-campus journey. It just so happened that Yuuji met her in some intro to painting class and ever since they were stuck at the hip. It never really donned on Sukuna that through all her good deeds and casual back-and-forths with him, that that’s what he had wanted from the start.

Count ║ 1,262 words.

Consider ║ Fluff. Unrequited love. SFW. Probably grammar issues. Female reader.

Creator ║ I hope this is alright for ya! This was actually pretty wholesome to write, ngl. I have this set up more as a unrequited love type of deal so that it wasn’t sketchy. I would rather avoid that side of the twins au ;v;. I hope you enjoy!

The edges of her vision blurred and focused repeatedly. A heaviness set into her chest, weighing her into the bed she lay in. Half of her face had been buried in pillows; the other half luckily able to take in the cool air. Anxiety tensed inside of her. In between awake and asleep, they always came. Dark human-like figures with scraggly arms lurked at the corners. Their limbs spindled unnaturally as the reached for her, slinking up the comforter and icily grazing the flesh of her arm.

Wake up. Wake up. Just move!

Desperately, she tried to rip her arm away, but nothing seemed to move. The scariest part was her mind trying to put her back to sleep, lull her into unconscious territories as they infiltrated the room. One had reached out from underneath the bed across the dorm. It wasn’t until it began to crawl on fours that her body kicked into gear, heaving in a lung full of air. Her arm jerked backward, entire form scampering from the edge of the cramped twin bed.

“Ey!” Yuuji rose, holding a hand to his cheek, sleepy insult glazing his expression. Dread buried itself in her mind, digging so far down it was damn near survival instinct. Eye flickered wildly around the room. It wasn’t hers. Hands grasped her arms delicately, their warmth countering the near violent chill running through her blood, “Sh, sh, sh… you’re with me, ‘member? Wanted to sleep over?” His voice was sweet and hushed, a small rasp to the abrupt wake-up.

“R-right…” Eyes flickered down, the anxiety not yet gone. A hand came up to cover her mouth, eyes darting somewhere to the right as lashes worked to swipe away tears. I’m such a fucking child.

It happened every time and without fail. They came every night and every night she panicked. What made it all worse was the aggravated groan from the man in the bed across Yuuji’s.

She stopped all breathing, chest caving in and out. Yuuji drew her in, letting her head bury itself into the crook of his neck. A large, calloused hand rubbed small circles between her shoulder blades.

Sukuna rolled in his spot, eyes hitting his annoying twin and his equally annoying girlfriend. She was propped up on him, laboriously breathing and sniffling. It filled their shared dorm, bounced off the poster coated walls, and struck him right in the damn chest.

The thing is, he’d always liked her. She helped him with his writing assignments and he’d help her with illustration. They became something like friends. She’d come to the dorm and get her ass whooped in Smash Brothers or he’d see her and get roped into an across-campus journey. It just so happened that Yuuji met her in some intro to painting class and ever since they were stuck at the hip. It never really donned on Sukuna that through all her good deeds and casual back-and-forths with him, that that’s what he had wanted from the start.

Yuuji’s brows creased at the center, worry plain in his every motion. He knew things like this happened. Some nights were worse than others. Tonight was the first night that she had slept over his dorm. She was nervous about it, ‘specially since she didn’t want to make it awkard with Sukuna. They were friends, much to Yuuji’s annoyance. Even now, he saw how Sukuna peered at them, seeming disinterest in his lax visage. Yuuji knew better than that. There was a subtle flick to the way his eyes moved, the careful pull of his gaze over her shuddering frame. He cared. Probably more than either of the twins were comfortable with.

Both arms wrapped protectively around the girl as her hiccups slowed, mouthing to the twin, “Stop staring!”

“Then do something about it.” Sukuna gestured with his chin to his friend. Yuuji shot a sleep-ridden glare back. Sometimes he forgot how much of a dick his brother was.

Once her breath had caught up to her, the girl pulled her head from her boyfriend’s soaked shoulder. Awkwardly, she pinched the fabric, pulling it up then letting it limply go back into place, “S-sorry…”

“Don’t be! Just a shirt. More importantly,” The pinkette gave her his best smile, hands squeezing her upper arms to show he was there, “Are you alright?”

She glanced from him, then over her shoulder to Sukuna. The latter gave no more of a response than to just blankly stare back, even after she had looked away. Meekly, she asked, “Can… can we play smash?”

“Yeah! Of course,” The boy perked, relief washing over him as the tears began to dry from her cute little face, “I’m sure dick-kuna won’t mind the noise.” He popped out of bed, dodging a swipe from the brother as he set up the console. For a two-bed dorm, it was pretty long. They could fit both beds, bother dressers, and a tv propped on a coffee table in front of a beat-up sofa. It truly was the epitome of a boy’s dorm room.

Much to her surprise, both kept their dorm pretty clean. Their grandfather had always kept them in pretty good shape when it came to household chores. Her feet hit the ground and she wobbled before making her way to the couch. Yuuji scooted, but she sat smack dab neck to him, grabbing a controller. The volume was turned down almost to inaudible. Yuuji stuck his tongue out as he stretched to turn it up. Her hand whacked his arm, “Yuu, be mindful of-“

Her weight had shifted on the beaten up cushions. Sukuna couldn’t deal with his friend destroying Yuuji in smash alone. Without so much as a word, he grabbed the controller, propping a leg up on the pre-battered wooden table. He could feel it, though. The tensing of her back relaxed into the furniture. He hummed a singular laugh to himself as she pulled her legs to her chest, looping her arms around to play with the two.

Many rounds overs, Sukuna made sure to beat his brother in the most annoying ways possible, even after they had switched to Mario Kart.

“I swear to god if you hit me with another shell-!”

His girlfriend cackled in that ugly-cute way, burying her face between Sukuna’s shoulder and the couch. When she pulled away, she placed a playfully crisp smack to his shoulder. Mischievously, she grinned and an unspoken plan to bombard the brother with shells and lightning came to fruition.

Despite their differences, the one thing Sukuna and Yuuji had in common was their utter adoration for her. The way she screamed when she laughed and the sleepy protests to keep playing included. Yuuji stretched with a grin, nudging her up to bed. It was late – or well… early now. As she followed his careful lead, making sure not to let go of her hand as she stumbled past the table, she looked back to Sukuna. Warmth crept through his insides a the smile she gave, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’.

She crawled under the comforter, taking residence in Yuuji’s other-worldly warmth. He always smelled like vanilla and honey. His nose nuzzled into her cheek, pressing a kiss to his before muttering a soft ‘g’night’. It didn’t take long to hear the steadying breaths of lovers asleep.

Sukuna’s eyes rolled and he made his way to his own bed. He might be sleeping by himself, jealous that he couldn’t be his brother for the night, but at the very least he could make her laugh.

#☄️.yuuji #⛩.sukuna #⛩.ask #⛩.fic #☄️.ask #☄️.fic #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #🍺.jjk #homeboy should've cuffed

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nctsjiho · 3 years

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Alternate Universe

warnings: mention of COVID. This is was meant to be pure fluff ngl, but you might’ve guessed it, that’s not how it turned out.

era: May 2021

❀ During a sleepover in JiHo’s new apartment, she and Renjun imagine how life would be if NCT never met each other

“Okay, but with space being infinitely big, who says there can’t be multiple universes. And maybe, one of those universes could be an alternate universe similar to ours.” JiHo hummed as she listened to Renjun’s rant - which had been going on for about 30 minutes at this point. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. “Do you think we’d still have met in that universe? Do you think NCT exists there?”

JiHo let out a deep sigh, “Go to sleep Renjun, it’s already past 1.” She turned her head to look at Renjun who was slightly pouting and she let out a small chuckle. “I just wonder how things would’ve been if we hadn’t met each other.” Renjun then locked eyes with the girl. “Any of us.”

Sitting up straight against the arm rest of her new L-shaped couch, JiHo stretched her arms. Renjun mirrored her action on the other end of the couch, curious as to why JiHo did so, she had been nagging him to shut up and sleep earlier anyway.

“As for me...” She trailed off. Renjun took notice of how JiHo’s eyes had focused on nothing particular. Even in the dimly lit room he could see how her eyes looked so bright yet charming. He never told anyone, but JiHo’s greenish eyes were one of his favourite things to look at. They were so pretty and interesting. Not only was she the only member who didn’t have just brown eyes, but something about them had him get lost in her eyes whenever he got the chance to look at them closely.

JiHo coughed before continuing. “I’d be in France right now. Probably had a reckless childhood with my weird friends and helping out at my grandparents’ pension.” Even though Renjun felt sad that he wasn’t part of that alternate-universe-childhood, he couldn’t help but smile when JiHo did. Reminiscing the childhood she had and imagining how it would’ve continued if she’d never gone to Korea to become an idol made her feel nostalgic in a sense. She didn’t get to experience it, but she could imagine it as if it really happened.

“I’d probably have a dog and live a normal middle-class, country side, family and friends oriented life. Maybe continued on with rope skipping and actually go semi-professional.” She contently sighed. “What about you?” JiHo’s eyes fell on Renjun’s shadowy figure. The light coming from the window only hit the far side of his body, so JiHo couldn’t really make out much of his appearance.

“I don’t know. I actually don’t know.” JiHo laughed softly. “Oh, don’t tell me you theorised about aliens, alternate universes, ghost, any kind of supernatural, but you’ve never thought about life without NCT?” Her mocking, yet innocently playful tone elicited a chuckle from him. “I guess I would’ve went on with school and worked hard to get into a good university so I could get a good job.”

“And your art? You’re really talented, you could do something with that.” The unexpected compliment casted a pink tinge on Renjun’s cheeks and he was so happy JiHo couldn’t make it out in the darkness of the room. “Hm. Maybe.” He hummed bashfully.

The two sit in silence for a bit before Renjun speaks up again. “How is it living here?” The sudden break in silence makes JiHo jump the tinniest bit and her head quickly turns to face Renjun. He laughs. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

His eyes scan the room, or at least what he can see of it. He already got used to the dark, so he could the silhouettes of all the furniture in the spacious apartment. The living room, kitchen and dining era was bigger than those in most of the NCT dorms, but this apartment only had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, a toilet and a small dressing room - it might as well just be a closet. It looked way more trendy than his dorm. “Esteem must have some good money.” He thought.

“It looks nice.” He then looked at JiHo, awaiting her response. “It looks nice yeah.” Her voice sounded way less chipper than it did before. “Why? Do you not like it?” Once again, JiHo’s head snaps up. “No, I do like it. It’s pretty big, not too much furniture so it’s easy to clean. My bedroom is big enough for a queen size bed. It’s nice.” “You don’t seem too happy about it though.”

Jiho sighed and let her body fall back down in a lying position on the couch. “It’s lonely.” She stated simply. No other explanation, just those two words. “What about your manager?” Renjun asked, but then he remembered. He, and no one of the other members who have visited her over the past two weeks had really seen her manager. Maybe one or twice in passing, but the manager wasn’t in the apartment for more than an hour whenever they came over.

A groan escaped the sleepy girl’s lips as she stretched her arms out in front of her. “She’s still managing for another talent under Esteem. And that person has a lot of schedules currently, so my manager is just out working all the time.” “But we come by often, and you come over to the dorms as well.” JiHo nodded, not necessarily for Renjun to see, she didn’t think he would either way, but he did. “So?” “It’s only the second time someone stayed over here. Which I really enjoy by the way.” She quickly added as not to offend Renjun because of her rather gloomy tone.

“It’s just that whenever I come back home, whether it’s from the company or from your guys’ dorms, I just get hit by the fact that I’m alone in this apartment.” Renjun sympathised with the girl, understanding why it could make her feel lonely. “Not only that, it also makes me realise that NCT really is all I have. I don’t have many other friends, or at least not those who I hang out with. It’s only you guys.”

Not wanting to face Renjun, whether he was able to see the disheartened look on her face or not, JiHo pulled her blanket up to her chin again. “My family lives about 12 plus hours away by plane. I haven’t seen them in six years, and quite frankly, I’m not sure when I get to see them again.”

Renjun felt his stomach sink a little as JiHo slowly lost her ability to hide her real feelings. Each word sounded more and more painful to utter, sounded like it took more energy, it just felt so sad.

In an attempt to cheer JiHo up, Renjun spoke up. “Hey, once COVID is over, you should just get on a plane and visit them.” JiHo let out a bitter laugh and it makes Renjun’s heart clench. Did he say something wrong?

“You don’t think that in those six years I could’ve just gotten on a plane and visited them?” JiHo asked, her tone sounding just as, if not more bitter then her laugh just a second earlier. “Don’t you think that my family could’ve just jumped on a plane and visited me?” She scoffed. Of course it wasn’t directed to Renjun, rather the situation itself, but the boy couldn’t help but feel a bit targeted. He didn’t blame her though, it must of been so frustrating for her.

“Do you mind me asking why it didn’t happen then?” JiHo looked at Renjun, who had pushed himself up further on the couch, his legs now crossed in front of him. “There’s literally no reason it didn’t happen before. It doesn’t make sense that I never went back or that my family never came here. It’s just like this.” “But- How?” Renjun felt so confused, it really didn’t make sense.

JiHo sat up as well and stared out in front of her at the window. “Whenever I wanted to go SM or the managers always made up some excuse. It was either schedule conflict, or I had problems with my visa in my trainee days, or I had a last minute meeting. SM never let me buy my family plane tickets and whenever they would tell me they’d come visit, they would always cancel last minute for something that happened. After a while I just stopped asking.” Renjun carefully stood up after JiHo’s confession. “And after a while, my family stopped planning to come.”

It went unnoticed by JiHo that Renjun had moved over towards her. She looked to the side to see her friend already sit next to her on the couch. “I didn’t know. I’m so so sorry.” JiHo shook her head. “It’s not your fault.” She responded, a silence fell over them once again.

Renjun watched as the gears inside of Jiho’s head kept turning. He felt so bad for everything she had to go through is silence. Everything she hid from everyone. All of it was just extra weight in her backpack full of worries and burdens.

He grabbed her hand which had fallen limply next to her lap. The touch making her snap out of her thoughts. “It just doesn’t make any sense.” She kept shaking her head. “Someone inside of SM must have been talking to my family, or maybe they felt betrayed when I left to Korea-” “Never.” Renjun interrupted, not wanting JiHo to even entertain that thought. “Maybe they got mad that I kept cancelling my visits.” Her head still continued shaking from left to right as if she was in denial, and to be honest she was. “Make it make sense Renjun.” Her voice cracked as her eyes locked with Renjun’s.

The same eyes that seemed to light up the dark room earlier felt devoid from all it’s usual brightness and youthfulness. On most days the green in her eyes reminded Renjun of jade, cool and charming, on other days it reminded him of nature, energetic and playful, but right now the green was so dull and was barely visible between the brown colour of the rest of her irises.

Renjun squeezed JiHo’s hand lightly. “I’m so sorry JiHo, I don’t know.” This causes JiHo to nod and let her eyes wander back to the window. “If I could I’d move back in with Haechan and the boys.” Renjun’s eyes stayed focussed on JiHo’s hand. It made him happy that her dainty fingers fit perfectly interlaced with his. The boy was used to holding for example Jisung’s hand, which was way bigger than his own and even though they fit into his as well, it was a different kind of fit. With JiHo’s hand he felt a sense of protectiveness and responsibility, like he had to be the one to make sure JiHo wouldn’t get hurt.

“Chenle doesn’t live with you guys, but at least when he goes home he has his family. Whether it’s his parents or his aunt, he has family with him all the time. As for me...” She trailed off. “This place doesn’t feel like a home at all. I was perfectly happy living with the boys. You guys are all the family I have here.” JiHo released a big breath as if she had just done a physical exercise that required a lot of energy.

Her eyes then fell onto Renjun and her intertwined hands, smiling at the way Renjun absentmindedly drew hearts on the back of her hand. “I love my parents and grandparents. I really do.” Renjun got startled by JiHo’s desperate tone, as if she was trying to prove him of her love for her family. “I know-” “I would like to believe I’d do anything to see them.” “And you would.” Renjun smiled assuring, even if his smile showed sadness. “I don’t think that’s true Renjun.”

JiHo’s breath hitched for a second before she made eye contact with her worried friend. “I could’ve just went. I could’ve not listened to SM and went. If I truly loved my family as much-” “Don’t say that JiHo.” Renjun scolded carefully, but JiHo just shook her head. “If I loved them so much, wouldn’t I have done it? I got on a plane to China for Xiaojun behind our managers back once for God’s sake.” She took a few seconds to calm her breathing. “Why haven’t I gone and visited my family?”

“You’re scared.” JiHo’s eyes widened in confusion. “What?” “You’re scared aren’t you? That going back might not be what you imagined it to be. But why does that matter? It’s your family, they love you and miss you just as much as you love and miss them.”

A wave of realisation hit JiHo and she felt tears well up in her eyes. Throwing her head back she tried her best to stop them from flowing and from more forming in her eyes.

Once the tears subsided she looked at Renjun who had a soft smile on his lips. “I’m scared that if I go back, that I’ll realise how much I actually missed my family.” Renjun laughed slightly amused. “What’s wrong with that?” “If I go...” She started and Renjun nodded along with her words, yet his smile faded as soon as JiHo uttered her next words.

“I might realise I don’t want to come back here again.”

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Side Note: I wanted to write for Renjun for soooo long! This was based on a cute/funny prompt I found on Tumblr, but literally a few paragraphs in and my mind went “let’s make it a bit angsty”. This might be one, if not my favourite writing I’ve done so far <3 I hope you all liked it as well.

I know my content hasn’t been as good lately so I hope this writing will get me back on track a bit. I definitely have to do something about my inability to think of good titles tho O.O

I hope you have a nice day/evening/night <3

#jiho.writings #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct female member #nct extra member #nct additional member #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

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profoundpidgeon · 3 years

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✨Haikyu Headcanon(s) of the Evening! ✨

Author's Note: These are just lil' roomate headcanons I came up with cause I just wanted some so I decided to make some! Anyways this is a part 1 out of 2 (I think and hopefully) and as always I hope y'all enjoy! 😊 ~Pidge

Miya Atsumu:

• God this chaotic bastard where do I even start

• Well let's just say you were looking for a roomate and stuff and welp he took the opportunity and idk why but you accepted him (I guess he checked all the boxes for you congrats🎉🎉🎉)

• Now actually LIVING with him can either be a pain in the ass or quite enjoyable

• He gets up at a decent time, early for volleyball (maybe 7-8am) but SLEEPS IN when he doesn't have to go. (I believe like 2-3pm at times) one time you thought he was dead and almost called the hospital, he almost smacked you for that 🤣

• I see him as not being the apartment that often cause of volleyball but he'll be in the apartment just to chill or just to annoy ur ass if he's bored.

• HE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE DESINGNATED MOVIE NIGHTS!!! he also might invite ya know bo, hinata and sakusa but there's sometimes where he just wants to chill with u~

• I believe he's not really a good cook and you would have to make most of the meals or at least remind him to have a decent meal once in a while (if your not a good cook welp... y'all will suffer together I guess)

• He'd be snacking CONSTANTLY I👏SWEAR👏 (This is why ya gotta remind him to have decent meals all the time). I mean there will be nothing in your pantry. It's a literal compition that he wins most of the time to who gets the last packet of pocky. Smh 😑

• I feel like his room would be half messy and half not? Like there would be clothes on the floor but he would make sure to make his bed and his dresser would be a bit messy but not too messy. (Ya know? I hope you get it cause I'm not changing it)

• Please give this man the head pats before volleyball practices (he'll find it cute and if you look close enough you might see him ~blushing~)

Bokuto Koutorou:

• YES ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE HIMBO!!! god I LOVE him

• Such a caring man AND WITH SO MUCH RESPECT WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE HIMMM

• anyways

• I hope y'all were friends before you decided to move in together PLEASE SAY YOU WERE (well too bad, I'm the writer, you got no choice in the matter)

• He takes afternoon naps... end of headcanons (no but really when u come back from school or work and he's home before you, you can sometimes hear a soft snore from the couch and you just decide to put a blanket on top of himmm)

• On the contrary of Atsumu, I think he'll be a great cook! I think he'll know how to make 3-4 meals very VERY well and present them to you and be so proud of them. He'll puff out his chest and everything (gosh he's making me so proud just writing this)

• He might once in a while ask you politely if his friends can come over and might borrow the apartment for a while (you'll be out till they leave but hopefully you don't mind)

• If he comes home and he's in his emo mode, you either 1. Call Akaashi or 2. Make him soup and build a blanket fort (it will either be chicken noodle or just some comforting soup... anything to get this baby happy again 😊😊😊)

• This may or might catch you off guard (depending on how close y'all get) but he may ask for random hugs. Just for the sake of it and because I believe he's touch starved and craves physical affection.

• Even tho I said before that he might politely kick you out if he wants to have the home/apartment for the bois, at least PLEASE have some games of chaotic Jenga with them like COME ON (I play chaotic Jenga with my friends all the time and hoooo boi)

• Like Atsumu, he deserves the head pats too! I believe there will be a lot of physical touch/affection in your relationship and it's just so sweet! GAH Y'ALL ARE ADORABLE!

• Anyway, Bokuto Koturou would make a great roomate... MOVING ON

EDIT: Damn I forgot to add that he'll probably join in if you decide to paint your nails. Alright now let's continue!

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

• ngl idk how you became roomates with him but congrats 👌👌👌(I guess by pure chance I guess??? ) anyways...

• Y'all would have assigned cleaning chores of course. If you're having a bad day or not feeling good, he wouldn't mind doing your chores for you and taking care of you.

• Ya know I feel like just doing a puzzle with him so y'all might have some puzzle nights and try to challenge yourselfs after each one you complete.

• LOVES TEA. Will recommend tea and different types of tea to you. Will bring different types of authentic teas into ur apartment and y'all can rate teas together! 🍵🍵🍵

• Not that affectionate but will accept words of affirmation. Really does appreciate a 'thank you' and a genuine compliment once in a while.

• Will remind you to wear a mask outside ALWAYS, he doesn't want you to get sick what can I say?

• Even if it might not look like it, Sakusa does care about you. He will give you those gentle reminders to drink water and eat everyday, say lil' thank yous' here and there and genuinely respects as a person.

ANOTHER EDIT CAUSE I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF APPARENTLY: But ALL of them would in some way sing in the shower:

Atsumu and Bokuto just BELTING without any care or regret (especially bokuto, some of you've seen tiktoks)

And I feel like for Sakusa he would either silently hum or either have a mini conversation with himself (like a lil' podcast or somethin' 😂) ALRIGHT IM DONE IM DONE

Another author's note: This already seems romantic but I meant it in a platonic way. When I make both parts keep in mind the the relationship is platonic! (Don't worry I might make a part where they go from roomates to lovers if I can gather the brain power 😂)

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE! :

https://profoundpidgeon.tumblr.com/post/642970351801958400/haikyuu-headcannons-of-the-evening

HEY LOOK! I MADE A PART 2! I hope y'all enjoy! 💖💕💖

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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How about Aoi, Leon, Yasu, Nagito, Soda, Chiaki and Ibuki overcare their s/o who's sick? Like, giving to s/o all blankets in house, buying 10 packs of every medicine, checking them every 15 mins, waking up at night to check them, and so on. I think s/o will be confused with such an attention to minor illnes and unsure if their love is okay but still grateful. Probably s/o will just force them to calm down and get a full night of sleep bc hey, they slept 5 hours last night awakening every 40 mins

Asahina, Leon, Hagakure, Komaeda, Souda, Chiaki and Ibuki taking care of a sick S/O

I would die for this ngl ! All the anons requesting people have such good taste in characters yes thank you.

-Mod Souda

Aoi Asahina

Aoi would make soup like once an hour just to make sure you’re not hungry.

Her mind is going to be occupied with thoughts about whether you are too hot or too cold.

“Do you need a blanket?”

“Aoi, I already have four.”

She is usually concerned about a lot of things, so you being sick makes things worse.

The front door is not going to be touched until you feel better.

She will insist on you staying in bed, too. You are not allowed anywhere else!

Her hands will stroke your head, running through your hair, and it will be the most relaxing thing in the world.

Sakura will even come by to leave you protein shakes, just in case you get tired of soup.

She’s mad she won’t be able to get any kisses while you’re sick.

But she will sleep by your side still, though on top of the blankets.

Literally doesn’t care if she gets sick.

If she catches your illness, she’s been caught slipping, but that doesn’t mean she won’t cuddle with you at night.

She’ll wake up though, suddenly, and make sure you haven’t gotten worse in the two hours she was asleep.

“Oh my god, Hina, go to sleep I am fine.”

Leon Kuwata

Panics at first.

He’s never really had a partner for as long as he has had you, so he is inexperienced when it comes to having one get sick.

Should he still kiss you? Can he hold your hand?

You end up having to ease him by stroking his face, cooing to him that you’ll be fine.

He allows you to walk around the house, but if you even try to do any house work - like the dishes - he’ll just lead you back to bed and do them himself.

“Maybe I should get sick more often.”

He misses his head rubs, though, but he won’t put you to work of any sort.

You should totally be relaxing right now! As hard work will make it even worse!

He’ll sleep on the couch, set alarms to go check on you.

In the middle of the night he will peak in to make sure you’re not dead, and then go back to sleep.

Cancels on baseball practices, too, not like he even went to them in the first place.

You being sick is the only time you’ll get him to do housework, too.

Hagakure Yasuhiro

Very helpful boyfriend, yes yes.

He is a big listener, and he’s good at following commands.

So you tell him a grocery list, warm foods you’ll eat and the type of medicine to get, because lord if he knows.

He’ll come back with that and more, much more.

“Why did you buy five pillows.”

“Because four wasn’t enough.”

He will n e v e r leave your bed side.

Not a second goes by you are not alone, he’ll even wait for you outside of the bathroom.

He’ll give you massages too, whenever you feel ache-y.

That’s the best part ^.

He’s very disappointed that you won’t let him sleep next to you in bed, scared that he’ll catch whatever you have.

He responds by giving you kisses all over your face. “There, see, now I have it.”

“Oh my god.”

Nagito Komaeda

Would 100% kidnap Mikan.

Or somehow his luck would lead to her over at your house.

“Wow, Mikan, how lucky am I to have you over here?”

She’s like ???

But she tells Komaeda that it’s something minor, and to not worry about you.

You could have told him that.

He doesn’t listen.

Even though he brought her in the first place.

He can’t really cook, but he tries. And it’s decent, considering it’s all just healthy foods.

Your medication is definitely going into those monday tuesday wednesday things.

The usual cuddling and head rubs doesn’t stop.

It’s not like he fears anything other than you not being safe.

Really won’t sleep either.

He’ll just stay up, sitting in bed and watching you.

“Nagito, that is so weird, go to sleep.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Sleep!!”

Kazuichi Souda

Knows how to take care of somebody.

Is very soft, and caring, which is uncharacteristic.

Strokes your head every time he gives you medicine, or whenever he feeds you.

Which, you can definitely feed yourself, but he persists.

Makes you an air purifying to help you breathe and clean the air.

Also brings in a lot of fans to keep you at room temperature when you’re warm.

Honestly, he just wanted to put you in a bubble with him until you are better.

If you are too hot, he’ll run a cold bath for you to help you calm down.

“You’re not staying with me while I bathe.”

“That sucks that you think that way.”

Stands outside of the door, listening in to make sure you won’t die.

Sleeps on the floor next to your bed, and instantly checks up on you when he wakes up.

Chiaki Nanami

Puts you in a blanket caterpillar.

Makes sure you are comfortable!! That’s her main thing.

Cooking you food reminds her to eat, too, and she’ll make two of everything so you don’t have to eat alone.

Set up a chair by your bed to sit on.

Her staying up to make sure you are okay makes her more sleepy.

She’s fall asleep on your stomach a lot.

You have to ask her to game too, but she’s scared it’ll give you a headache or stress you out.

But you both sit in bed and play together.

It doesn’t stress you out like she thought, it made you feel a lot better.

She always lifts up your mood, everything she does is so cute.

In the morning, she’ll have you sit up so she could use her nails to scratch your back, kissing your shoulder blades in the process.

She knows you’ll get better, so she isn’t too concerned, but she worries about you being uncomfortable.

Ibuki Mioda

Is the most concerned.

Gives you every blanket in the house, trying to make sure that you are alright.

She sings you to sleep every night, but she doesn’t take song requests.

Sometimes she gets way too into it and just keeps you up.

And when you’re too cold, she’ll put on a cold bath and bathe with you, cleaning you to make sure you are taking care of yourself.

In the morning, when you wake up, she’ll brush your hair.

Constantly reminds you to take medicine, even like ten minutes after she just gave you some.

Big on having you take medicine, because she thinks it’s the cure to everything.

“If you take your medicine, it’ll go away!”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

She also doesn’t want you to drink anything other than water.

Tea is obviously the only exception, and she likes making it for you.

She is always asking you what you need, and she listens to whatever you say, because all she wants is for you to be comfortable.

Now that you’re in one place, you two can watch movies together.

And you also are forced to lay there and listen to her ramble about something whenever she gets off topic.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader #leon kuwata #leon kuwata x reader #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #yasuhiro hagakure #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #ibuki mioda #ibuki mioda x reader

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neoheros · 4 years

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how would haikyuu boys handle the quarantine? feat. pretty setter squad

sugawara koushi

respects the quarantine a lot

it’d be very hard to get him out of the house especially when it involves other people

has stocked up on literally every kind of canned food

“we don’t need to go to target, we’ve got a house full of food !!”

gets up at about 9 - 10 am

but he likes to sleep early

if you don’t sleep early, he doesn’t mind staying up with you if you ask him to but don’t expect much of him since he’s most likely out like a light after 11

he makes sure you wash your hands every other hour

it’s kinda repetitive but he cares yknow

eventually you’ll get so bored of staring at the same things that you promp him to go out with you

he’ll say no the first five times

and you’re just like 🥺

he’ll eventually agree but on the condition of bringing alcohol wipes and surgical masks

“NO DAICHI WE AREN’T ACCEPTING COMPANY !! ITS THE LAW !!”

kageyama tobio

he’s a baby

take care of him please

tbh if the two of you aren’t living together, you most likely have to be the one to help him stock on food and necessities

but if you do share a house/apartment then he’d go grocery shopping with you every now and then to make sure you don’t run out of stuff

i’m talking you in the shopping cart and him complaining about it being heavy but not letting you get off

once you get back in the car though he makes sure to put sanitizer on both your hands and the moment you get home, he reminds you to wash them

his sleeping habits are kinda out there

most of the time he sleeps early, but there are times when you see him on the couch under a weighted blanket scrolling through tiktok at 3 am

no matter what time he sleeps though, he always get up at either 9 am or 2 pm

no in between

if he wakes up at 2 pm then that’s because he doesn’t want to let go of his grasp on you

is the big spoon all the time

and no you’re not gonna get to squirm out of his embrace, i’m sorry

kenma kozume

i’m just gonna be blunt here

this kid is grateful for the quarantine

of course he’s distasteful for the pandemic and stuff but c’mon he’s a teenage boy with a full ass gaming system and you think this isn’t a life he’s dreamt of?

like kags, you’d most likely have to be the one to make sure he’s stocked up on food and stuff

whenever you both would go grocery shopping together he’d always go for the junk food like sodas and lays chips

knowing this fully well, you get the things needed to actually make a proper meal

y’all know damn well this boy goes to sleep at 6 am and wakes up at 2 pm

it’s how his body clock has adapted and there’ll be times he’ll try to sleep with you at 11 pm but he’s just staring at the ceiling and moving and flinching and at this point even you can’t fall asleep with all the ruckus he’s causing

“K E NM A LEAVE THE BED”

“no, i’m trying to be productive by sleeping early and then i’ll wake up early then we can have a good day together.”

“baby i’m sorry but neither of us will be able to sleep at all if you DON’T GODDAMN LEAVE”

when he’s not gaming or having kuroo yell at him for barely participating in his online classes, he likes to have you in his embrace

most of the time if you’re not up doing daily things, the two of you are in bed just hugging

or you’re in the living room scrolling through tiktok and he’s in the bedroom also scrolling through tiktok

and when you both find a funny video you call to each other and then show it and go back to doing your thing

goals ngl

oikawa tooru

if i were to be stuck in the house for a month with this man i would cry

he’s a morning person for fucks sake

he gets up at 8 am and goes to bed before 11 pm and yes he will drag your ass in and out of bed so you guys can start and end the day together

it’s so sweet i’m not gonna lie but holy fuck my dude

he goes on morning walks and runs and sometimes he’ll ask you to come with him and tells you you’re missing out if you say no

but most of the time he’ll let you sleep in when he’s gone and you wake up to either your favorite starbucks drink or a protein shake he made you

oikawa tooru = healthy quarantine lifestyle

the two of you have cabinets and pantries full of food, both healthy and absolute junk

he tries his best to steer away from that stuff though but sometimes he doesn’t mind eating through them when you two are on the couch and binging old nickelodeon shows

with his bad knee, you also take into consideration how important it is to be exercising and keeping his regimen up

so even if you cry blood from running with him too much, you never mind coming with him since it’s for him to get better

he’s like one of those white moms who’s always out for a walk and always cleaning the house

whenever the two of you would go out for a quick raid in target or walmart, he always has to hold your hand

because “who knows what’s out there now that the world is ending, babe? gotta keep you safe.”

bro i love him so much i miss his stupid face oikawa i didn’t mean it come back home baby

akaashi keiji

when i tell you this man deserves an award for being the best boyfriend on earth

ugh he’s just so ? perfect

quarantine life with akaashi !!! is so !! romantic and domestic and beautiful

he insists on going grocery shopping alone, keys in his hand, him wearing a jacket over his hoodie, jeans and sneakers with a cross chain

this man is a sight for sore eyes

but even if he does insist on going alone so you can just sit back and not get exposed to the corona

you always tell him you like it when you’re with him especially when you do domestic stuff like shopping together and driving together at night with the windows down

when you’re shopping together, he’s the one who pushes the cart with his right hand and his left hand is intertwined with yours

you go pick out the stuff you like to buy and he tells you whether or not to put it back because let’s be honest he’s 90% of your wise decision making

he’s a light sleeper who has a good bed time

but when he wakes up at 2 am to see you leaning against the bed frame with the comforter over your head watching tiktoks

he doesn’t mind propping himself up next to you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches what’s on your fyp

(he falls asleep there 97.9% of the time)

you love him

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just-a-creep-babe · 3 years

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~Matchup~

Commissioned by @folliaght tysm babe 🥰❤️

Requests are closed!

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Jane the Killer

With how madly in love Jeff was with you, there was no way in hell you would’ve been able to get away without some kind of outside help

Jane, knowing and loathing Jeff after being one of his many (many) victims, knew what it would take to save you

She was able to free you & give you a safe place to lay low for a while, which is actually how your relationship began c:

After spending time with you every day, she started seeing why he was so enamored with you

But, of course, knowing what you’d just been through, she was reluctant to make any moves

Homegirl wanted to give you all the time you needed to heal, after all

So she kept her distance—pretending to ignore the way your smile made her heart flutter & the way your lips always seemed to draw her attention

Without realizing, she ended up overdoing it

She wanted to spare you both from her developing feelings, but in her attempts, she ended up being way too cold & aloof

It’s only when you confronted her about avoiding you all the time that she finally came clean :”)

She made sure you didn’t feel any pressure at all to be with her + made it abundantly clear that she just needed to get this confession off her chest

She‘s, admittedly, surprised and absolutely elated when you tell her you’re ready for a new relationship

She’ll take things at a ~snail’s pace~ from the very beginning to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

She’ll also make sure she knows all about your boundaries so she doesn’t accidentally cross any of them :”)

Highkey drinks her respect women juice every 👏single 👏day 👏so you can bet your tush she’ll give you all the space you need when ya need it

She’s a great listener too—always super attentive + great at empathizing & validating your feelings <3

She’ll do her best to fulfill your needs to make up for all of the bad relationships you’ve had to deal with in the past

*Cough* Jeff *cough*

She just thinks you deserve way better than what you’ve been given & wants to make it up somehow, y’know? 🥰🥰

She fucking adores how soft & sweet you look in the clothes you wear

Loves the mix of delicate and feminine with that classic, natural tone to it ☺️👌

You just have such a cute style—every time she sees you she has to resist smothering your face in lovely little kissies uwu

She admires how, after everything you’ve been through, you’re still not afraid of being yourself & experiencing vulnerability/emotional depth

While she typically listens to rock & heavier types of music, she’ll try to get into classical music for you—and whenever she’s too worked up or stressed & you’re not there to calm her down, she’ll put on a track that reminds her of you & it’ll immediately soothe her

You’re just so lovely, she loves you to bits 🥺✨

Loves lazy days where she’ll prepare some tea or hot chocolate and snuggle up w/ you on the couch under a big warm blanket while you play animal crossing

Because of how attentive she is, one way or another, whether you tell her or she finds out on her own, she’ll learn about your past with your eating disorder

She trusts that you’re much healthier now & can look after yourself, but she’ll still watch out if you start showing signs that you might be re-experiencing some symptoms

And she loves cooking healthy food with/for you so she can make sure you’re nice & full of them good nutrients ^^

She’s a pretty decent cook, but she does mess up sometimes, so she’ll either come to you for help, or y’all will just order takeout while watching some old-timey cartoons :3

It’s actually a Sunday tradition for y’all to wake up & enjoy breakfast while watching cartoons ^^

It’s a super comforting ritual; the stress of the week just melts away & you can both enjoy each other’s presence in peace <3

And after that, she’ll take you downtown to scour second hand shops & y’all will spend the day window-shopping/exploring out & about :>

If anyone dares to make misogynistic comments or try to flirt with you while you’re together, she will end them

Not in your presence though, ofc

No, while in front of you, she’ll just as easily shut them down & humiliate them so bad they’ll immediately regret it

Homegirl’s got some claws and she’s not afraid to show them, especially when your comfort is at stake

She wants you to be as happy & carefree as possible; even if she knows you can handle yourself & are mostly unfazed by what other people think, there’s no way in hell she’s gonna let others try to bring you down

She’s sUPER protective of you tbh

Although she can’t always hang around & watch anime w/ ya sometimes because of how busy she is, she‘ll always make time in her schedule to participate in some of the hobbies you enjoy ^^

She gets way too frustrated trying to sew and it’s actually kind of cute & funny when she tries lmfaoo, but like I mentioned, she enjoys cooking/baking & she also really likes drawing

Seriously, she loves art & is pretty skilled at it too!

She makes for quite the teacher ;)

And even though she’s got a personal vendetta against sewing, she’ll still encourage you by looking up cool patterns & designs for clothing inspiration to try out

Wants 👏to 👏see 👏you 👏flourish 👏

She’s sO damn proud of the progress you’ve made to get to the point where you are now

She knows things haven’t always been easy, which is why she’s always there for you & gives you as much time & attention as you need

She also does everything in her power to keep Jeff from finding you again

And if it ever came down to it, she’d fight tooth & nail to make sure you safely got away from him

Y’all honestly have bonded over similar traumas & bad experiences

She also hasn’t had it easy, so she understands what you’ve been through & can empathize really well to your experiences

Appreciates & admires your strength, bravery, confidence & optimism so damn much, you have no idea :”)

Overall? Best gf 🥺💞💗💖

NSFW

As I’ve mentioned, Jane takes things as s-l-o-w-l-y as need be to make sure you’re feeling alright before going any further

Sex is definitely not at the top of her list of priorities

She values your comfort & safety above all

So it actually takes a decent while until y’all get together in bed, especially if you don’t typically initiate things

And she’s extra careful, extra caring & extra attentive to your needs all throughout

Reassures you ~multiple~ times that you don’t need to go all the way & can stop anytime you want

She takes care of all your needs before even considering her own

Seriously just wants to make it the best experience she can for you <3

When she finds out it’s your first time with a woman, she can’t help but get some devious ideas for the future 😈

Wants to show you how much better than men women are at pleasuring ladies~

Ngl, she can get a little cocky about her skills in the bedroom, but it’s a well-earned attitude 👀

The more y’all sleep together, the less afraid/reluctant she’ll be & the more confident she’ll grow with the way she touches you

And if you wanna experiment with anything? She’ll gladly take suggestions uwu

You might have to do a bit of convincing before trying anything too rough though, because she doesn’t wanna hurt you

But, ya know, she also wants you to be satisfied with your sex life, so she likely won’t flat-out say no to anything

There will be safe words however

Also if you ever wanna do penetration, she’s killer with a strap-on, just sayin 👀💦💦

Highkey leans towards being dominant cause she likes the control

And also,, being too vulnerable isn’t her fave, y’know?

She would totes make an exception for you if ya wanted to be on top, but she knows you’re pretty submissive, so it works out perfectly 😘

She loves how cute you look all panting & flustered beneath her~

She gets a lot of pleasure and satisfaction from making you feel good, so you definitely won’t find her complaining if you’re a bit of a pillow princess 😉

Her aftercare btw? Bomb af ☺️☺️

Like,, because she knows you’ve had bad experiences with past partners, she’ll put sO much effort into assuring your happiness & comfort at the end of everything

So she’ll bring you a glass of water, offer plenty of cuddles & praises—hell, homegirl will give you a back AND foot rub if you ask for it

Just wants her princess to be happy <3

Loves you w all her blackened heart 😘

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta matchup #Jane the killer #jane the killer x reader

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min-youngis · 3 years

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something’s got to give - b.bh

banner is mine, tq and bless

you got love / so you got everything - Something’s Gotta Give, OneRepublic

~ Pairing : Byun Baekhyun x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Humour but like,,,lowkey

~ Summary/Excerpt : With you in the middle of your thesis and him busy with the new album, meals in the recent past have been in the nature of take-out or haphazardly put together salads, usually with a way higher calorie count than the recipe intends. It’s only right that either of the options are jazzed up once in a while, like tonight.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 1,938

~ Warnings : some sleepy neck kissing and Tiredness™, but not TIREDNESS, ya feel? kinda sappy too ngl

~ A/N : this man is my latest and most inconveniently timed hyperfixation bye

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He’s a veritable wildfire, jumping over the back of the couch and nearly displacing the open laptop from your folded legs, smelling fresh from his recent, post-practice shower and still keyed up from the just-elapsed recording session, unable to still his continuously tapping feet, pressing excited and exaggerated kisses to wherever he can reach on your partly amused and partly exasperated face.

Midway through a peck on your quickly reddening cheek, he notices that he’s sitting on top of one of your notebooks, and now he’s jumping up again, snatching it up from the couch, dusting it off happily before bowing low and handing it over to you with an apologetic ‘So sorry, my bad,’ as you accept through your giggles. Tiny water droplets from his damp hair flick onto your reading glasses, but not so obscuring that you need to clean them to enjoy the show.

Exuberance undiminished, with a wide grin that could rival the sun fixed firm on his face, he leans over the open back of your laptop and primly presses the save button on the research paper you’ve been tackling for the better part of the day, before plucking the device off of you and setting it on the coffee table.

Grabbing your hand in his, he pulls you up, forcing you to displace the cozy blanket cocoon that you had more or less made your permanent residence address since the morning. Grumbling, you let go of the ends and let yourself be dragged up, recognising two indisputable facts.

1. You haven’t moved in hours, as your cracking knees cheerily remind you.

2. Post-recording Baekhyun is the best Baekhyun. The literal embodiment of serotonin.

He makes sure you’re steady on your feet, blanket free from your legs before he insistently begins to tug at your hand, making you slightly stumble from the numbness of your limbs, but follow him nonetheless.

You still make sure to let out a groan though, to keep up appearances and such, but there’s no fooling him, as he comes to a sudden stop on his determined near-skip to the kitchen, turning around before you can wipe off the fond, delighted smile from your face at his antics.

His eyes meet yours, his whole being screaming joy, and his grin is sly at catching you slipping and sappy. Maybe you’ve just been staring at a screen for too long, with just the clacking of the keyboard to keep you company, and the most emotional occurrence in the last few hours was when you had gotten frustrated that Word kept messing up your numbering; but even as he smiles victoriously at you, giggles at your half-hearted eye roll and deliberately weak punch to his chest, and whispers, “Whipped,” in your ear before dropping another rapid kiss on your cheek, you feel like you’re soaring.

He spins around just as quickly, grip perceptibly tightening on your hand as he gives a small, playful squeeze, and now he’s continuing his determined walk to the kitchen, you slightly jogging to keep up.

You aren’t expecting it when he twirls you into the room in front of him, giggling at your surprised yelp that morphs into a fond chuckle as you’re faced with takeout covers on the table and a small vase with a single, obviously fake rose.

He’s crowded into your space without you noticing, and there’s a tickle at the shell of your ear when he says, voice deep and obviously imitating that one chef from Shrek, “Dinner is served.”

It’s a contrast to the warmth his body exudes so close behind you, his kisses slowing down and moving lower to the side of your neck, as his arms wind around your frame, single finger dipping under your uni hoodie and teasingly tickling the sensitive flesh on the side of your body to evoke a wheezy giggle from you.

“Classy,” you snort, as you take in the electric candle that’s presumably running out of battery and flickering in its position next to the vase.

He lets out an amused puff of air against your jawbone, snapping out of his calmer, softer mood as quickly as he had entered it, once again becoming jumpy and letting you go with a last squeeze.

Moving to the table that you’re still observing (there are rolled up tissues in an old pen stand), he pulls out a chair and bows low, with an exaggeratedly flourishing hand and a terribly posh accent as he says, “I would be delighted if you could join me for this fine dining experience.”

Playing along (and really, how are you expected to not, with his infectious energy and devastating grin?), you curtsey best as you can in your sweatpants and hoodie attire, and still slightly numb legs.

With you in the middle of your thesis and him busy with the new album, meals in the recent past have been in the nature of take-out or haphazardly put together salads, usually with a way higher calorie count than the recipe intends. It’s only right that either of the options are jazzed up once in a while, like tonight.

He gives up trying to be dorky towards the end of the meal, but only after he’s donned a noodle moustache and called himself Master Shifu, fought with you over the last dragon roll with an incredibly dirty strategy that had involved some strategic arm-stroking and knuckle-kissing (he nearly won), and tucked a bunch of tissue papers into the top of his t-shirt in a poor attempt to create a ruffle collar, awful French accent included.

But now, as he leans back in his chair, exhaling heavily as his chopsticks sit tired in his permanently lazily elegant grip, you see it happen. His shoulders finally drop, his foot stops its incessant tapping, his eyes slow down their darting around the table in their quest to find other ordinary items that can be repurposed for a laugh and some drama.

If post-recording Baekhyun is a wildfire, post post-recording Baekhyun is the calm after a storm; sleepy, tired, no longer intent on making his presence loud, loud, loud.

It’s how it always goes, and you revel in the peaceful predictability of the occurrence and the privilege of being privy to it, sudden quietness only serving to soothe the room’s excitement into soft calmness.

Now is when real talk happens, when he'll ask about your progress and you’ll enquire about his album. The conversation spans terrible citation formats and pretty chord progressions, and by the end of it, you’re both droopy-eyed from the wind-down and the MSG.

Empty plates and cutlery are scattered around the table, white takeout containers stacked in a valiant effort to keep things tidy. Baekhyun's face glows in the lamplight, his body languid and lounging on the chair, his hair mostly dry now and his hands placed contentedly on his stomach, calm smile of a satisfying meal and a productive day fixed firmly on his face. It's almost unconscious really, how you gently push your chair back, too used to the quiet now to disturb it with sudden noise, and slowly pad over to him.

Maybe it's the new, white hair that looks super soft, or his old sweatshirt that you know for a fact is the comfiest thing he owns (from experience), but there's warmth emanating from his very being and god, if you don't want to simply drown in it.

He lets his knees spread apart a bit more, enough for you to wedge yourself in between them so you're looking down at him, your hands coming up to card through the back of his hair as his arms wind around your waist. His head falls forward so his face is smushed into your stomach, and he lets out a tiny puff of air that’s a mix between a sigh and a groan. It's hardly the most comfortable position for either of you, with his back curved awkwardly and your knees knocking into the edge of the wooden chair, but it still settles and warms you.

"We’ll wash up tomorrow?" he asks, words muffled against the fabric of your hoodie.

“Hmm.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me.”

The drowsy slur in his voice and his lazily looped arms that are really only being held up by your hips are a testament to his hypocrisy, but you choose to not call him out on it.

Instead, with a deep breath in preparation – because there’s a curious sense of comfort that comes with continuous discomfort, especially when you’ve got the lingering smell of lemon body wash and the close proximity to warm clothes combatting uncomfortably positioned limbs – you give his head one last pat slash stroke hybrid before moving your palms down to cup his jaw.

The mission to pull his face out of its adopted nook is by no means an easy one, but you’re nothing if not determined when it comes to going to bed. He whines at first, arms tightening in protest around your waist and head adamantly stuck in position, and your heart claws its way up to catch in your throat. Maybe you both should just sleep like this? Now that you think about it, it isn’t that bad, nothing a massage won’t fix tomorrow. And falling asleep to the smell of leftovers is all the rage now.

“Five more minutes,” you hear from below, where your fingers have subconsciously gone back to carding through his white strands. “And don’t stop the hair thing.”

He feels your stomach rumble with your muted chuckle. You feel his face widening with a grin. A thought creeps in, unbidden, that maybe this is what all the hubbub about the good life is about.

But your bed is calling out to you, and there's a chill so typical of this time of night settling into the apartment, and you know, instinctively, that if one of you doesn't move right now, five minutes could easily be pushed to seven hours. So however lovely this all is, how many ever conversations your mind has with your heart about idealism and uncomfortable hair stroking as a love language, with an almost cruel disregard for how soft Baekhyun looks at the moment, something's got to give.

"Five minutes are over."

"Liar."

But his head comes up anyway, heavy eyes looking at you accusingly.

Your mouth quirks up in a tiny smile at the sight. Determined to follow through, you move your hands away from where they were fiddling with the hair on the back of his head, let your palms run down the fluffy sleeves of his sweater to where his fingers are interlocked at the small of your back, and gently untangle them.

Apart from a perfunctory whine, he lets go easily enough, standing up slowly even as you step away. Together, the two of you work in a silent tandem, the promise of comfort a powerful motivator, pushing you to drop the boxes in the sink as he refrigerates the leftovers.

You flip off the light switches and make your way to the doorway where Baekhyun stands, his hand outstretched and waiting for yours, sleepy eyes closing ever so often even in the duration of your short trip across the room.

"Did you like the candle?" he mutters into your neck five minutes later, once you're both under the covers.

"It was my favourite part."

His lips curve into a smile, amused puff of air making you shiver slightly at the tickle, your fingers unconsciously tightening around his hand in response.

With a sleepy hum, he replies, "Nice. Don't steal my moves for tomorrow's dinner."

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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💜- I swear my step dad really tests me. He isn’t even my actual step dad, he is just my mom’s boyfriend. They have been together for around four years he he moved in in September. And oh my god he is irritating. He is uber conservative and I’m very not. So we butt head a lot and he gets so mad it so fucking dumb. He is the reason I’m not out of the closet yet. And he is so fucking immature. He has two kids, one three years older than me and one my age and they both are so fucking lazy and don’t do anything to help clean up. Literally, they treat this place like a bed and breakfast and they don’t do anything. And one of them is so fucking moody. And when my mom asked my step dad today if it was fair that my brother and her and I do the chores in the house and he got really pissy. And today when we found out my grandpa has COVID, my brother was trying to comfort my mom and we were trying to be there for her and my step dad was like,”if they listened to you this wouldn’t have happened and this is their fault,” and shit like that and my brother, who is still in college had to tell my step dad to cut it out.

My brother was like,”blaming anyone won’t do anything. We can’t change the past and dwelling on it won’t do anything positive. What we need to focus on now is the future because that’s how things will get done,” like he was being the responsible one and my step dad was acting like a fucking child.

This isn’t the first time he has acted like a child too. One day I was really tired and I just wanted to eat popcorn. So I was bringing the plate up to my face and my step dad was like,”are you really eating it like that,”

So I’m like,”yeah,”

And my mom tells him to leave me alone and when her back is turned he take out his phone and starts to video tape me. I flip him off to get him to stop recording me cause that’s what I do with my dad, but he didn’t stop recording me. So I tell my mom and then my step dad snitches on me to my mom. He is like,”your daughter just flipped me off,” so then I get yelled at even though he was the instigator and my mom ended up sleeping on her couch while he slept in her bed.

I swear he is so fucking immature and I can’t wait to get out of this house.

oh my goodness, baby that sounds like a real tough situation to be in... awful really.

ngl your step dad sounds like a real fucking nut. he is an adult who should have better things to do than to bother two kids and disrespect yourself and your brother like that, especially when you guys are at least compared to him...children? he is not yours or your bother or mother’s responsibility. he is a grown person and should be able to hold his own instead of nagging you existing and being genuinely rude.

your brother shouldn’t have had to call him out either, that’s just not his job and it must’ve been really tough on the both of you to experience that. your step dad also shouldn’t comment on what you eat cos honestly that really bothers me and is down right an asshole move.

have you tried talking to your mum about the situation? especially if you and your brother have to put up with it and your mum is being made to sleep on the couch in her own home? :(

nonetheless, i love you so much angel, im always here and hope you can leave that environment soon :((

#💜 anon #you’ve got mail 💌

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kirishwima · 4 years

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I just went through all your mysme hcs and they are so good!!!💖💖 if you're still taking requests, how about night time routine with Jihyun? 💙 I feel like everyone has accepted that he would love domesticity and honestly same!!!! Lmao

awe thank you!! And thank you for requesting Jihyun-I feel like not enough people ask for him and it makes me sad lol, he’s such a sweetie

NIGHT TIME ROUTINES WITH JIHYUN:

* Jihyun loves to listen to music at all times-nothing loud, but soft low music in the background is a must, especially whilst doing mundane chores. So if he’s washing the dishes or setting the table for dinner, he’ll always be humming along to music coming out of his phone or laptop

* (He’d probably sit down with MC and make a couple of playlists they both like, so they can sing together and dance along, their home filled with the sound of music and giggles as they swirl each other to the beat of the music)

* After dinner and after everything’s clean and set, he’d love to just lounge with MC for a while, be it on the couch huddled close during cold winter nights, or at the balcony, leaning on the rails whilst talking about anything and everything with the comfort of the moonlight-oftentimes he’d smoke his pipe too during these quiet lulls, although he’ll ocassionaly sneak a cigarette too, even if MC disapproves of it.

* He always tells MC to take a shower/bath first, ever always the gentleman, unless of course MC tells him to join them for a bath-well, he’ll never say no to that

* It doesn’t necessarily have to be anything sexual either-just being there with MC, running his hands through their wet hair, or wrapping his arms around them while laying in a bubble bath, he’s the most content during these times, and he’ll take the opprotunity to ask MC about their day, their plans, simple casual talks that make them both just a little drowsier.

* If MC has long hair, he’d love to help them brush it after a shower-he’s always so gentle, careful not to hurt them; if MC tells him he’d make a great father to a little kid with long hair, he’d blush a furious red, but smile at the thought-this boy didn’t always dream of having a family, but with MC...yeah, he can dare dream of it with them by his side.

* Sometimes he’ll let MC apply a facemask on him-he’ll laugh at the coldness of the sheet mask, and sometimes MC will complain because they can’t apply the mask properly when he lets his stubble grow after not shaving for a couple days, but he’ll sit there and let them pamper him regardless, happy for the attention-and for the glowy skin afterwards, ngl lol

* Of course he’s the type of hipster to have fairy lights wrapped around the bedpost, and loves to lay in bed, MC beside him, illuminated solely by the fairy lights and moonlight-he’s guilty to snapping a photo of MC once or twice as they lay in the pale light, half asleep with the most serene expression on their face.

* He likes to read before bed! He reads pretty much any genre of novels, but his favorite thing is to read through poetry collections, a pen by his side as he underlines his favorite pieces. If MC’s up for it, he’ll even recite some to them, his voice soft, deep but gentle as he cradles the words on his tongue like they were snowflakes ready to melt.

* At night, be warned-he absoloutely is a cuddler. As a baby, he could never sleep without a stuffed animal, and as he grew older, he’d cradle a pillow if he was sleeping alone-and now he cradles MC, his arm around their waist, his chin on the crown of their head, his other arm under his pillow. He might shuffle about at night, but generally he’s a light sleeper, and even if he turns or shifts position, he’ll find a way to maintain contact with MC, from wrapping a leg over their thighs to simply pressing his back close to them. He needs contact at all times, and the warmth is an added bonus lol

* He’s just....such a soft sweetie i need to give him a hug aaa

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neighbor!harry

i love him so muCH

contains smut, swearing, and some fluff :)

i originally wrote this on wattpad, but never posted it bc i didn’t think it was that good ¯\_ツ_/¯ ngl i think it’s p bad. feedback would b appreciated ig

word count is about 2.5k

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i step off the bus, putting my hood over my head to guard my already frizzy hair from the rain. it seemed to come out of nowhere, testing my luck as i neared my stop. i speed walk towards my apartment complex, feeling the wind start to pick up.

had i known the weather was going to do a complete 180 on me, i would have dressed appropriately. however, i didn't believe the forecast shared by my weather app on my phone. i didn't think it would actually rain.

i scurry up the stairs and to my door, seeing my next door neighbor fiddling with his keys to get into his as well. when we make eye contact, i give him a smile. his lips barely curve up in response as he goes back to what he was doing prior to my arrival.

"better get inside, little one. you'll freeze." he says as i reach into my book bag to get my own keys, ignoring the fact that he called me 'little one'. he'd been calling me that ever since i moved in, considering our height differences.

"almost missed the bus, would have frozen up like a popsicle." i nervously laugh, finally finding my keys under one of my many books.

"that bag is bigger than you are, heavy yeah?" he nods towards the bag on my back.

"i-you get used to it after a while." i blush, finally unlocking my door. "have a nice night, harry."

he smiles at me right before i close and lock my door.

my bag is thrown on the floor, making a loud 'thud' noise. i remove my shoes and run to my bedroom, and immediately change into an oversized t-shirt, my fuzzy pajama pants, and some fuzzy socks. i've been waiting for this moment all day.

sighing loudly, i go into my small kitchen and decide to make dinner, seeing as i hadn't eaten since about 12:30 this afternoon, and it's nearly 6:30 now.

i scan my shelves and notice that i've run out of boxes of mac and cheese and packets of ramen, and nothing good in the fridge. great. i would go to the store, but the weather isn't permitting me to do so. pizza it is, then.

i decide to just order myself a pizza and a 2 liter of my favorite soda, and binge watch movies all night, seeing as it is friday night and i have nothing planned for the next day.

i get myself comfy on my couch, pulling up my first movie right as someone knocks on my door. i quickly get up with my wallet, knowing it's the pizza.

i thank the delivery boy, handing him a tip and wishing him a safe drive back before shutting and locking the door again.

i set the pizza and soda on the coffee table and go into the kitchen to grab a cup and some napkins before making myself comfy again.

about two slices of pizza in, another knock is delivered on my door. i groan in obvious annoyance and pause my movie, setting my slice of pizza back in the box. i wipe my hands on a napkin before opening the door to see harry standing before me, in a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

"sounded a bit irritated there, bug." he chuckles.

"i was comfortable, and watching a movie. which you interrupted." i sass, knowing he can sense my sarcasm.

"jus' wanted to check on yeh, been some suspicious activity in the complex recently. did you get a pizza?" he peeks his head in to see my box of pizza.

"yeah, didn't have anything to make and i wasn't going to go back out in the rain to get groceries, so i decided to play it safe." i shrug, looking st the box and back at harry.

"would yeh mind if i joined? got nothin' planned and figured you could use some company." he asks.

"yeah, sure, um, come in." i step aside and let him in.

he isn't wearing shoes, seeing as he's right next door, and casually walks over to my couch and sits down right in my comfy spot. i walk over to him with my hands on my hips.

"somethin' wrong, pet?" he looks up at me.

"you're in my spot." i say, shifting my weight to my left foot.

"yeh? and? i'm your guest." he smirks.

"this is my apartment. not yours." i smirk back.

"and what are yeh g'nna do about it?" he stands up, towering over my small frame.

i take this opportunity to slide past him and quickly hop back in my spot, giggling as he turns around in disbelief.

"i'm gonna take it back, that's what i'm gonna do."

he chuckles and shakes his head. "lucky you're cute, otherwise i'd be mad." he sits next to me and reaches for a slice of pizza.

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about halfway into the third movie, i find myself spooning harry on my couch, my head back against his chest.

sleep is clearly trying to take over, but i keep nodding off. harry gently rubbing my sides isn't helping either.

"getting sleepy?" he asks, and i nod. "wan' me to carry yeh?"

i nod again, and he turns the tv off before scooping me up and finding his way to my room. he flicks the light on and gently lays me on my bed.

"stay with me?" i look up at him, sad at the loss of warmth.

he shuts my light off and lays down next to me, pulling me close to him.

"you're warm." i yawn, looking up at him. the only light is the light shining in from the street lights, and i can hardly see his face.

"you're too cute, doll." he kisses the top of my head right as i fall asleep.

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in the dead of the night, i wake up in a sweat. i feel myself restrained, but quickly realize it's only harry's arms, and i wriggle myself free. i get up, careful not to wake him. i pad into my kitchen to grab a glass of water, and down it immediately.

after putting the glass away, i throw away the empty pizza box and soda bottle and rinse out the cups before going back into my room.

"everythin' okay?" a sleepy harry asks as i lay back down.

"yeah, just needed some water." i say quietly. i snuggle back up to his chest and can't help but smile.

"you're a cuddly little thing, yeh know?" harry chuckles lightly.

"you're warm." i say against his chest. "can't help it."

"also talk in your sleep." he nuzzles his nose in my messy hair. "said somethin' about me.”

i feel the heat rush to my cheeks. what did i say? i don't remember dreaming about him...

"w-what?" i asked, sitting up. "what did i say?"

"not tellin'." he smirks.

i can hardly see him with the low light, but i can tell he's smirking.

"tell me!" i push his shoulder.

"nope. not gonna."

"harry!" i whine. "tell meee!"

"nope. sorry, little one." he pats my thigh. "gonna keep it to meself."

"you're mean." i pout.

"now, don't be like that, poppet. yeh know i'm just playin'" he smiles.

"you're still mean." i fold my arms over my chest.

"c'mon darling, don't be like that." he pulls me back down and makes it so he is hovering over me.

i move my arms and look up at him.

"i wouldn't be mean to you." he says lowly. "you're too cute."

i blush and cover my face with my hands.

"hey," he grabs my hands and pins them to each side of my head. "wanna see that pretty little face."

"h-harry," i blush harder, looking away.

he nuzzles his nose into my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"wanna kiss you all over, doll." he whispers against my neck, his hands trailing down to my hips.

"no one is stopping you." i tangle my hands in his soft hair. he raises his head to look down at me before slowly leaning down and pressing his lips to mine softly.

as soon as we make contact, i feel as though lightning goes through my body. my face begins to feel hot, and my stomach does flips. his hands are firmly gripped to my hips, and his lips move slowly against mine. a man as attractive as harry always knows how to use his lips.

my hands trail to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs and slightly pulling at them. he pulls away slightly and rests his forehead on mine.

"i'm not gonna be able to control myself, pet. jus' want all of yeh." he whispers.

i bite my lip and whimper at his low voice.

"i'm all yours, h." i whisper back.

he presses another kiss to my lips before trailing down my face, to my jawline, and to my neck. my skin starts to tingle as he lightly kisses the base of my neck, trailing down to my collar bones.

his hands trail down to my shirt, gripping the hem of it. i lift my arms and he pulls it off of my body. his hands move to cup my breasts, lightly sucking on my nipples. i suck in a sharp breath, moaning lightly as his tongue massages my skin. he looks up at me, smirking slightly.

"got a beautiful body to match yer beautiful little face, petal." he whispers.

i bite my lip and pull him up to kiss him again, and he reaches a hand into my pants and slips into my underwear, rubbing over my slick center.

"so wet fo' me, yeah?" he rests his forehead on mine.

he eases two fingers into me, a breathy gasp escaping my lips. my eyes are shut, but i already know harry is looking down at me. his fingers slowly thrust in and out, slightly curling up.

"f-fuck... harry, feels so good." i moan quietly.

"yeah? like my fingers fucking yer tight hole?" he says lowly.

"mhm." i moan, opening my eyes to meet his. he doesn't break contact as he moves his fingers faster and harsher, causing me to curl my toes.

"if you need me to stop, don't hesitate to tell me, alrigh'?" he looks at me sternly.

i nod furiously, too caught up in my pleasure to care about him stopping. i didn't want him to stop.

he takes his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"taste so sweet, baby girl." he smirks.

he leans down and kisses me sweetly, his tongue massaging mine. his hands cup both my cheeks, trying to deepen the kiss more.

he trails kisses down my face, to my neck, stomach, then to where i want him most. he pulls my pants and underwear down, throwing them on the floor. he presses a kiss to my clit before sucking on it harshly, causing a high pitched squeal to come out of my throat.

"fuck, harry, god-" i moan out, tangling my hands in his curls.

he looks up at me as he nips and sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, being sure i see his expression. his tongue expertly laps at my center, making me curl my toes.

"harry, please... fuck!" i cry, still trying to be a bit quiet so i don't wake the neighbors.

"you'll be screaming louder than that, doll." he smirks, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. he quickly unbuckles his pants and does the same with them, along with his boxers. his length is already erect, and leaking precum.

"gon' fill yeh up, alrigh'?" he whispers in my ear, rubbing his tip along my slit.

he slowly pushes himself in, carefully filling me to the hilt. my mouth falls open, a breath being let out. harry groans lowly, gripping my hips.

"harry," i whine.

"say 'yellow' if yeh need me to stop." he whispers in my ear.

"god, fuck..." i mumble.

he pulls his hips back and thrusts harshly, causing me to bounce backwards. he continues this a few times, creating a steady pace. my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth falls agape, unable to comprehend words.

"feels so good, darling." he moans. he puts his hands at either sides of my head and starts to thrust faster.

"i-i, aaah!" my mind is fuzzy and my hands and feet are numb. i've never felt this much pleasure before, and i sure as hell don't want him to stop.

"y/n." he says sternly, pausing his movements.

i whine, putting my hands on his waist.

"harry..."

he lifts my chin with his finger.

"do you need me to stop?" he asks, almost sounding like a father scolding his child.

"fuck, no. please." i whimper. i move my hips in an attempt to create something. "don't stop."

he pulls his hips back and starts harshly thrusting slowly, making me moan out again.

"mmm-" i whine.

"fuck baby, love your tight cunt around me." he moans in my ear. "feels so good for daddy."

i feel a fire in my gut as he moans the word. daddy. i would have never suspected that harry had a daddy kink.

"f-fuck!" i whine.

he connects our lips, speeding up his thrusts. his mouth expertly moves against mine, concealing my moans.

"not gonna last much longer, pet." he slightly pulls away.

he flips me over so i'm on my stomach, and my ass is in the air. he grips my cheeks and continues his thrusts. i bury my face in my sheets, grabbing a fist of them in each hand as i moan out into the mattress. harry delivers light smacks to my ass as i feel my high approaching.

"cum for me, baby girl. cum all over daddy." he encourages.

i leg out a high pitched squeal as my entire body starts to shake. i squeeze my eyes shut and let my body fall limp as i feel his cock twitch inside me before he quickly pulls out and releases on my back.

i lay still for a couple of seconds trying to catch my breath. my fingers, toes, and lips are tingly and my chest is quickly rising and falling. i feel a weight off of the bed as i hear harry leave the room and quickly return. i feel a tissue being rubbed down my back as he cleans up his mess, and throws the tissue in the trash can.

he pulls his boxers back up and reaches for my shirt on the floor, carefully sitting me up and pulling it over my head. i look up at him with doe eyes as he leans down and kisses me gently but sweetly.

i lay down exhausted, and he lays next to me, pulling me close. he wraps an arm around me and rubs my back soothingly.

"yeh alright?" he whispers.

"mhm..." i nod. "just overwhelmed."

“g’nna be sore tomorrow. better stay home.” he winks.

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