#thank you from the bottom of my gremlin heart <3
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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries
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Summary: A baby shower has you reuniting with Eddie (and Harris). Unbeknownst to Eddie, it's right when he'll need you most--but is he ready to forgive?
Warnings: mention of pregnancy, small allusion to sex, mentions of Grandma Sweetheart's death, mentions of learning disability
WC: 7.4k
Chapter 11/20
Divider credit to @saradika
Mid-January in Hawkins is cold, with temperatures in the mid-30s, but a bundled-up Harris Munson is unfazed. Eddie happily watches as his son practically flies across the empty playground and heads straight for the swingset. In the warmer weather, it’s a coveted spot amongst the kids and usually ends in a battle, but the chill in the air means that Harris doesn’t have to fight for a turn.
“Daddy! Uncle Jeff!” he calls out, voice muffled by the blue scarf securely wrapped around the lower half of his face, “come push me!”
Jeff laughs with a shake of his head as he and Eddie trudge across the frost-covered grass. “You heard the man.”
“Ready to have a little gremlin of your own?” Eddie teases, hoisting Harris onto the swing, making sure his bottom is squared on the rubber surface. He catches a glimpse of the baby swing to his right, and his heart pangs at the memory of Harris being tiny enough to fit in there. “Lemme tell ya, it goes by quick. The days are long but the years are short.”
Jeff just gives a little nod, and Eddie can tell that he doesn’t quite believe him. “I’m serious, man. And all that stuff they say about not knowing what love is until you have kids? Man, I thought that was the biggest crock of shit. Like, of course I know what love is! I love my music, my uncle, even you guys,” he adds with a gleam in his eyes, referring to his former bandmates. “And then Harris was born, and I was like, ‘holy shit, this is what it means to love someone.’” He positions himself behind the swing, giving Harris another big push before stepping aside to let Jeff have a turn.
Jeff looks at him incredulously. Eddie Munson is no stranger to a good rant, but never one this vulnerable. He’s speechless for a moment before clearing his throat. “Th-Thanks, Ed,” he manages, offering the white paper bag he’d picked up on the way to the playground. “Y’still like peanut butter creme donuts, right?”
“Hell yes!” Eddie cheers, pumping his fist in excitement. He reaches into the bag and pulls out the chocolate frosted confection, taking a huge bite triumphantly. “‘M tellin’ ya: Em and Abi’s Gourmet Donuts is the best thing about this town,” he exclaims with a mouthful of peanutty filling.
“Really?” Jeff chuckles, taking a honeycomb donut from the bag. “Better than a certain preschool teacher you may or may not be infatuated with?”
A blush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks, and he hopes he can pass it off as a reaction to the winter winds. “Not in front of…” he trails off, jerking his head in the direction of his son.
“Got it, got it,” Jeff smoothly agrees, but he still presses the topic in a roundabout way. “But, uh, any luck with that?”
“Nope,” Eddie cuts him off. “I’ve just been giving her space like you said, but she hasn’t reached out or asked about tutoring again.” He shrugs as though it doesn’t bother him, but both he and Jeff know that that can’t be further from the truth.
Jeff gives Harris a big push, smiling when he hears the boy’s giggle. “You haven’t called or anything?” he asks.
“Once, after I saw her during drop-off.” Eddie admits, twisting the ring on his pinky finger. “Left a message but she never called back.”
He plays it back in his head, a constant loop that he’d practically memorized before relaying it to your answering machine. As much as he wanted to resolve everything sooner rather than later, he was embarrassingly relieved when he’d heard your outgoing message. Still, the sweetness of your recorded voice was honeyed tea on a dreary day, and he didn’t anticipate his breath to hitch when it played.
“H-Hey, Sweetheart. Shit, can I call you that? Um, anyway, give me a call when you can. I think we should talk.”
The two men take turns pushing Harris and chasing him around the playground. At one point, Harris makes his way to the pole, painted school bus yellow. He reaches out with two chubby hands, but his feet stay grounded on the platform. “‘M scared,” he whimpers, still clinging to the pole.
“You got this, Mini Munson!” Jeff cheers, frowning when Harris remains in place. “Tell ya what: if you slide down the pole, I’ll make your dad do it, too.” He grins mischievously, and Eddie would discreetly flip him the bird if he didn’t have a better alternative.
“Yeah, bud, and then Uncle Jeff will go after me.” He mouths a silent ha at his friend, but neither seem to mind.
And after a few seconds of deliberation, Harris flings his body forward and slowly makes his way down, hands squeaking along the metal.
“I did it!” he announces triumphantly, turning to Eddie. “Your turn, Daddy!”
“Fine,” Eddie grumbles, but a smile dances on his lips. He darts up the jungle gym steps and hangs onto the pole. He could simply put his feet down and touch the ground, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, he lets out a high-pitched, “wheeeee!” as Harris cackles loudly.
He claps Jeff on the back once his shoes touch the rubber turf. “You’re up, big boy.”
Jeff follows suit, mimicking Eddie and making Harris laugh even harder.
“Uncle Jeff, you’re so silly!” he exclaims, using hands and feet to clamber back up to the top and slide down the pole; this time, there’s no hesitation.
Harris repeats the routine again and again until Eddie catches a glimpse of the digital watch around his wrist. “We gotta leave in five minutes, Har Bear,” he reports matter-of-factly, hoping his lack of emotion will ward off any impending tantrums.
Harris’s lower lip juts out as his pupils dart back and forth between Eddie and Jeff. “Aw, why?”
Eddie crouches down to match his son’s height, pressing palms to his knees for stability. “We’re gonna help Uncle Jeff pack up the presents from the baby shower, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” He pauses, pursing his lips in concentration. “How did the baby get in Auntie Viv’s tummy?”
Jeff’s eyes widen at the question, and he glances at Eddie, silently willing him to say something. Eddie clears his throat, wracking his brain for a response that will placate his son’s curiosity without giving away too much information. “Um, well,” he begins, biting the inside of his cheek to buy himself more time before settling on: “when a man and a woman love each other, that love can make a baby.”
Fortunately, Harris seems satisfied with that answer, and Jeff hands him a chocolate donut to distract him from asking anything else. The boy plunks down in the grass a few paces ahead of them and takes a big bite.
“How is it?” Jeff calls to him, chuckling when Harris responds with a chocolate crumb-covered thumbs up and turns his attention back to the dessert. “Nice save,” he says to Eddie, clapping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a little shake. “But what are you gonna say when he asks about his mom?”
“Jesus H; he’s gonna have to give me a few years to come up with an answer for that one.”
Despite every cell in your body urging you to stay away, you’re back in Hawkins. More specifically, you’re in Viv and Jess’s parents’ house, cleaning up after an overall successful baby shower. You’re spooning the leftover food into Tupperware while Jess washes dishes and her girlfriend, Robin, dries and puts them in their respective cabinets.
You’d returned to Grandma’s apartment last night after Jess begged you to come to the shower, lamenting that the party was going to be all of her sister’s lame friends and she needed someone actually fun to hang out with her and Robin. Her insistence, coupled with your desire to finish out the remainder of the school year, is why you’d tossed your suitcases into your sedan and made the trek. Yup, those were the only reasons; certainly nothing to do with–
“Have you talked to Eddie since you got back?”
His name alone brings a surge of emotions, none of which you have the energy to identify. “No,” you mumble, a heat blooming in your cheeks, “he left a message a week ago saying ‘we should talk,’ but I didn’t return it.”
Jess snaps off the faucet, hands still dripping with soapy water as she places them on her hips with an exasperated sigh. “What? Why not?”
“Because.” You try to leave it at that, but her defiant glare obligates you to elaborate. “Because I’m embarrassed!” you admit to Jess and Robin–and to yourself. “The guy practically chased me down the night we met, and now that he got to know me, he doesn’t want to sleep with me? Is my personality that much of a turn-off?” You snap the lid on a plastic container, desperate to end the conversation with your rhetorical question, but your friend keeps going.
“Look, I don’t know him that well–only what I’ve heard from you and Jeff–but he seems to really care about you. Jeff says he hasn’t seen Eddie down this bad, like, ever.” She lowers her voice. “Apparently, some old hookup was coming onto him, and he turned her down because he's, quote, involved with someone.” She raises her eyebrows inquisitively, though you both know that the someone in question is you.
“Wait, hold on–Eddie Munson?” Robin breaks in, nearly dropping the serving spoon in her hand when she makes the connection. “Metalhead, senior year three-peat, alleged Satan-worshiper Eddie Munson?”
“Well, the jury’s out on whether I worship Satan or I actually am Satan, but, yep, that’s me.” The familiar voice from the kitchen doorway startles the three of you; this time, Robin does let the oversized utensil fall to the floor with a clang.
Nerves send your heartbeat into a frenzy, and you have to rest your open palm on the countertop to steady yourself. Eddie stands before you, tip of his nose tinged red from the cold, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Wh-What are you doing here?” You whisper the words, but you might as well be shouting with the level of anxiety steadily rising in your chest.
Eddie rocks back and forth from the soles of his feet to his toes. “Jeff asked us to help him load the gifts into the car.”
“Us?”
“Ms. Sweetheart!” Harris flings himself into your embrace, and as soon as you stoop down to reciprocate his hug, he’s wrapping his arms and legs around your torso. “I miss you! When are we gonna do the alphabet and eat pizza again?”
Eddie looks over at Jeff; you hadn’t even noticed the other man behind him until Eddie’s gaze drifted over. You watch as the two men exchange a knowing glance, and Jeff quickly speaks up. “Hey, Har,” he motions the boy over to him, “why don’t you use your super strong arms to bring stuff out to the car? I bet you have bigger muscles than me.”
Harris begrudgingly lets go of you, sliding to the floor and dragging his feet to Jeff. He heaves a dramatic sigh and grumbles, “fiiiiiine,” and you and Eddie have to hold back your laughter at his theatrics.
“He is definitely my kid,” Eddie says once Harris has left the room and is out of earshot. He walks closer to you as you turn back to packing up the food. “You, um, never called me back,” he murmurs, placing one hand on either side of you, his chest almost touching your back. Robin and Jess creep out of the kitchen as quietly as possible, leaving you and Eddie alone.
You clear your throat and swallow your fear. “I didn’t have anything to say.” That’s a lie; there was so much you wanted to confide in him, but the thought of him rejecting you again, or getting another glimpse of the hurt you caused reflected in his deep brown eyes, kept you from returning his call.
“Well, I did.” His tone is calm but firm. “I just need to know one thing, and then I swear I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” He pauses, gathering up his own courage before speaking again. “That day…why did you ask me to sleep with you?”
“I told you,” you say, desperately trying to keep your voice from wobbling, “because I needed to feel something.”
Eddie shakes his head, stepping back and crossing his leather jacket-clad arms over his chest. “No, but why did you ask me? Why didn’t you go to the Hideout and pick up some random dude?” His volume starts to rise, and he clenches his fist and drags it back down as if reminding himself to be quieter. “Was it, like, a convenience thing, or did you really think I’d be okay having sex with you while you were so upset?”
Your heart pangs at his question. It had never even occurred to you that he’d perceive it that way. Were you being selfish? Taking what you felt you needed? Admittedly, yes. But were you asking Eddie specifically because he happened to be there? Absolutely not. “No, Eddie,” you say, forcing yourself to face him, “it’s because…because I knew you’d take care of me. If I wanted to stop or slow down, I knew you’d listen. I trust you.” Speaking the truth aloud is like letting the air out of an overfilled balloon on the cusp of popping. Both you and Eddie visibly relax, easing a tension you hadn’t realized he was also holding.
The room is quiet for a moment. Eddie’s knee softly bumps against your thigh as he wills himself to close the gap he’d created. “You said something in your message about it never being meaningless. Not even the night we…we met.”
The reminder of your confession floods you with humiliation. You—unsuccessfully—threw yourself at him for sex and then left a message saying that you’ve been clinging to the hope of a relationship since your alcohol-laden first hook-up. How humiliating.
“I’m sorry if that was weird, but I told Jess that I’ve never been good at one-night stands. I always get too attached.” And it doesn’t help when I have to see the guy and his adorable son twice a day, you think wryly, but you store that anecdote inside.
Eddie shakes his head, lacing his ringed fingers with your bare ones. The pad of his thumb brushes against the knuckle of yours, both comforting you and zapping electricity through your body. “No, ‘s not weird,” he reassures you, giving your hands a squeeze. “I felt the same way, even if I didn’t realize it. I think that’s why I asked you to stay, why I held you…I’ve never done that before.” He’s sheepish but not ashamed; if he’s being honest, he’s pretty damn proud of himself for admitting it aloud.
You tilt your chin up knowingly. “Yeah, I heard you shut down a sure thing because of your involvement with someone.”
Your emphasis of that one word has Eddie dropping his head, letting go of one of your hands and covering his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Damn, word spreads around here like it’s the five o’clock news. But, uh, yeah, I did. Turn her down.” His tongue darts out to coat his dry lips. “Not that it’s any of my business, but did you, um, see anyone over the holidays?”
“Nope.” You shake your head, bracing yourself for what you’re about to tell him. Even though he’s the one holding you, allowing your bodies to intertwine, it’s nerve-wracking to be so vulnerable. You forge ahead, allowing the words to tumble out of your mouth. “I…I only want you, Eddie.”
Eddie’s breath gets caught in his throat. Want want want. Present tense, not past. “Want, like, present tense? Like you still feel that way?” he asks, hoping he doesn’t reek of desperation for a millisecond before realizing that he doesn’t care, as long as you still want him.
“Is that okay?” Your voice is small, an almost comic contrast from the bravado you used during your last in-person encounter.
“It’s more than okay, Sweetheart.” Eddie’s whisper matches yours. His thumb ghosts over the plush of your lips as his hand slips to your cheek, bringing his remaining four fingers behind your ears and to the nape of your neck. He leans in, drawing you closer with his tantalizing smoky scent and raw desire. One step in, noses nudging together–
“Daddy, look at me!”
Eddie whips his head around at the sound of Harris’s voice, nearly crashing against yours, and you stumble backwards into the counter, wincing as you make contact with the linoleum. You bite back the string of swear words on your tongue, both at the pain and the missed kiss.
Jeff is panting as he chases after him, bending forward at the waist and resting his palms on his thighs. “I tried to keep him entertained, but I was not prepared for this level of energy,” he huffs, chest rising and falling with each heaving breath. His eyes dart between you and Eddie, easily picking up on the guilty looks on your faces. He mouths “sorry” and shrugs, but the moment is already over.
Harris, oblivious to the burgeoning tension in the room, tugs on his dad’s sleeve in a demand for attention. “Daddy, wanna see me lift stuff?” He jumps up and down as he asks, making his words vibrate. “Uncle Jeff says I’m the strongest kid in the world!” He opens his arms the entire length of his wingspan to emphasize his point.
“Uh, y-yeah; sure, bud.” Eddie stammers. He looks over at you and you follow his lead, watching as Harris lifts a box of diapers with a dramatic grunt. When Eddie is sure that his son has fully turned around, he grabs your hand once more and gives it a little squeeze. “We’ll pick up where we left off later,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
“Ms. Sweetheart, you watch, too!” Harris insists; so you do, trailing after him all the way to Jeff’s car. Unable to see over the box, he walks it right into the back bumper, and Eddie has to step in and help him.
Once the diapers have been tetris'd into the trunk, Jeff closes the door and slaps it for good measure. “Well, I think that’s everything. Thanks again, Munson…Mini Munson.” He ruffles Harris’s mop of curls with a grin.
Eddie holds out his hand, pulling Jeff in for a hug when he takes it. “Congratulations again, man. I’m really happy for you guys.” And he genuinely is. He can’t wait to see one of his oldest and closest friends experience fatherhood.
He turns to you as Jeff heads back into the house to help Viv to the car. “Did you have anything to eat?” he asks. “I mean, we can go to Benny’s if you want. I was gonna take Harris.” The kid hasn’t had anything since breakfast except the donut, and he’s bound to get cranky sooner rather than later.
You shake your head. “No, I wasn’t really hungry. But I’m down to split a stack of pancakes with you, if you want?”
“Like you used to do with Grandma?” He remembers you mentioning the tradition during her eulogy. The corners of his lips turn up slightly, though his smile quickly falters when he notices the misty film glazing your eyes. “Sorry, I—”
“I’m good,” you reassure him, dabbing at your lash line with the heel of your hand. “Someone really special once told me that it’s okay to be sad, so I’m kind of giving that a shot.”
This time, Eddie’s grin remains. “Is that a ‘yes’ to the pancakes?”
“Yeah. It’s a yes.” You giggle when Eddie makes a fist and pumps it in celebration. “We usually got blueberry, but I’m down for chocolate chip,” you say, remembering his food preference from your first date.
“Nah, I can get behind blueberry,” he says. What he doesn’t say is that he would eat anchovy pancakes if it meant making you happy.
“But I want chicken fingers!” Harris scrunches up his nose, and both you and Eddie know that a hungry four-year-old is not to be challenged.
Eddie scoops Harris up into his arms, smacking a wet kiss to his chubby cheek. One day, his son will wipe them off, but Eddie’s glad that today is not that day. “Then the boy shall have the finest chicken fingers in all of Hawkins!” He declares in a deep voice before winking at you. “More pancakes for me and the pretty lady.”
Harris’s eyes widen. “So you do think she’s pretty–”
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road!” Eddie cuts him off. You duck your head as though that will ward off further questioning from Harris, but not before catching a glimpse of Eddie mouthing, “like a princess.”
You can smell the aroma of the deep fryer as soon as you pull into Benny’s parking lot. Since you drove yourself to the shower, you and Eddie take separate cars and meet there. The small diner isn’t overly crowded, and the three of you squeeze into a booth in the back corner. Eddie sits on one side and you on the other; you assume Harris will slide in next to his dad, but he chooses you instead.
Your waiter introduces himself as Ryan and places three sets of silverware on the table. He starts to hand you the menus, but Eddie politely shakes his head and tells him, “‘S all good, man. We know what we want.” He orders a plate of chicken fingers and fries for Harris and a short stack of blueberry pancakes for you and him. “Y’want anything to drink?” he asks you, and you contemplate for a moment before ordering a hot coffee, and Eddie gets the same.
“I want a coffee, too,” Harris pipes up, flashing his million-watt grin at Ryan, who holds back a laugh and promises that the food will be right out.
“So, Harris,” you start, taking a small sip from the glass of ice water in front of you, “how was your Christmas? Get anything good?”
“Mhm!” he chirps, swiveling his body to face yours. “I got a bunch of new Hot Wheels and some cool markers for drawing. They smell like fruits!”
“Very different from when I used to sniff markers back in my day,” Eddie jokes, and you kick his foot lightly in an attempt to silently tell him to behave. His eyes twinkle mischievously when you playfully roll yours.
“That sounds awesome!” you exclaim, bringing your attention back to Harris and adding, “I bet Mr. Will would want to see your new markers if you want to swing by my classroom on Monday.”
Harris’s face lights up, and he claps his hands together in jubilance. “Maybe I can draw something for him!”
“He’d love that,” you tell him, and the little boy squeezes his hands into tiny fists and lets out an excited squeal.
Ryan returns a few moments later balancing a plate of chicken fingers in one hand and the pancakes in the other. Your stomach rumbles; you didn’t realize how hungry you were until you were presented with food. Eddie peels back the film of one of the small plastic syrup containers, positioning it over the pancakes and cocking his eyebrow to get your approval. You nod, and he tilts and swirls it as you watch it drip down the sugary stack.
“How was your visit with your family?” He doesn’t refer to it as your visit home, because he hopes that you consider Hawkins your home now. He unfurls his napkin and pulls out the fork and knife, cutting into the stack, and you mirror his actions.
Harris stretches his arm out across you, and you realize he’s reaching for the glass ketchup bottle, so you twist off the cap and plop some onto his plate. He dips a fry into it happily. “About as good as it could be,” you answer Eddie. “Everyone kind of tried to act normal, but it was like they were trying too hard, y’know?”
“Was Grandma there?” Harris asks through a mouthful of fried potato.
You bite your lip, not quite sure what he knows and what Eddie wants him to know. Death is a tricky subject to broach with young kids, and you don’t want to say anything that will confuse or scare him. Luckily, Eddie jumps in and comes to your rescue. “Har Bear, remember I told you that Grandma went to Heaven?” He gently reminds his son. “That’s why you made that nice card for Ms. Sweetheart.”
“Oh, yeah.” Harris’s expression morphs from inquisitive to concern, even as he chows down on a chicken finger. “Are you still sad?”
“Sometimes,” you admit, more to yourself than to him, “but it gets a little better every day. And being around my favorite guys helps put me in a good mood.”
Eddie presses a syrupy hand to his chest in mock astonishment. “Who, us?” He smiles and spears another cut of pancake with his fork. “How did you know flattery works with me?”
Before you can formulate a response–something teasing but not overly flirtatious–Harris poses a new question: “Ms. Sweetheart, do you have any babies?”
“Harris!” His son’s name comes out sharper than he intends, but Eddie’s too flustered to think twice. He looks at you apologetically, practically crimson from his cheeks to his ears. “Sorry, he hasn’t stopped talking about babies since I told him about the baby shower.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him, giving his hand a small squeeze to show that you truly don’t mind Harris’s curiosity. You look at the boy and tell him, “I don’t have any babies, but I consider all of my students to be my babies.”
“Me, too?”
You chuckle and take a sip of coffee. “Of course, you, too!”
There’s a brief silence as you all eat–Eddie steals a fry from Harris’s plate and shoves it in his mouth before he can get caught. While hilarious, his timing couldn’t be worse, because he has no way of stopping Harris’s next statement:
“You and my daddy could have a baby. Because you’re a woman and he’s a man.” It’s matter-of-fact, said while dunking his food in the ketchup pile, as though this is something everyone drops into normal conversation. “That’s how you get a baby in your tummy like Aunt Viv.” You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle your laughter, not wanting to reinforce his inadvertently entertaining assertion.
Eddie is far less amused than you are, nearly choking on his swiped French fry. “Chrissakes…” he hisses, ducking and bringing his fist to his forehead, “Harris, eat your chicken fingers, quietly.” He breathes out with a puff of his cheeks as Harris obliges, completely oblivious to the meaning behind his suggestion.
A beat of awkward silence ensues as you eat a hunk of pancake, warm blueberry juice seeping into your tongue. Grandma used to joke around and say that the blueberries made it a healthy food. “Practically a fruit salad,” she’d tease with a glint of happiness dancing in her eyes.
Eddie, meanwhile, is desperate for a subject change. His palms are slick from what he’s like to think is merely embarrassment, but it’s multifaceted. The idea of the three of you sitting in Benny’s just as you are now, only you’re eating for two, has his stomach in knots. And if he even dares to dream about what getting you pregnant entails? He’s a goner.
“Harris has a birthday coming up,” he blurts out a bit too loudly, unable to control his volume. “He’s turning the big, uh, five.”
You can feel Harris eagerly kicking his legs next to you, so you match his enthusiasm. “Wow, Har! That’s a whole hand!” You hold up five fingers and Harris does the same, bringing his palm to yours.
“Are you gonna come to my birthday party?” He peers up at you with hopeful eyes, and you’re left scrambling for a response that doesn’t give away that you haven’t exactly been invited.
“Oh, I, um…”
“She’s going to check her calendar and see,” Eddie offers, and you exhale at his quick save. Turns his attention to you. “His birthday is February 6, but that’s a Thursday, so we’re gonna do his party that Saturday at the bowling alley. Just me, Wayne, and a couple of the kids from school. And you, if you can make it.” Shit, is he rambling? Was that too much information? You spend every day with kids; would you really want to spend a Saturday afternoon at a birthday party surrounded by them?
He’s not overanalyzing for long before you speak. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Do grown-ups get to bowl, too?” You perch your chin on your hand, blinking to emphasize your curiosity. Bowling has never been your forte, but you imagine you’ll fare quite well compared to a group of five-year-olds.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Eddie laughs kindly, letting his arm cross the table so that the back of his fingers can graze your forearm, “that’s a given.”
The three of you head out to your cars—not before you and Eddie argue over who’s going to pay the bill, with you eventually winning the battle. He takes Harris’s right hand as you step off of the sidewalk and into the parking lot, and Harris instinctively slips his left into yours. He walks between you and his dad naturally, as though it’s always been this way. Like you all were a little family that made regular outings for pancakes and chicken fingers.
“Har, go get in your car seat, and I’ll be there in a sec to buckle you in,” Eddie says gently, opening the door for him.
Harris climbs in clumsily, calling back, “Bye, Ms. Sweetheart!” His farewell ends with a yawn, suggesting that there will be a nap in the near future.
Eddie closes the door, shoving his hands in his pockets bashfully. It’s one of his nervous quirks, you’ve noticed, and you’re immediately inclined to reassure him about whatever’s on his mind. “Hey, um, could I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.”
“I talked to the people at the school,” he starts, kicking at the gravel under his feet, “and Harris has that evaluation thing on Monday. Would you…”
You don’t even let him finish his request before confirming, “I’ll be there.”
Eddie’s body instantly relaxes, relief flooding through him at your words. “You’re amazing.” He looks around to make sure Harris can’t see before kissing you, lips quickly melding together. He has to pull back before he wants to, before either of you want to, to avoid getting caught. He tastes like coffee and syrup with a hint of berries, though the kiss is too brief to pick up on anything else. A stirring inside you informs you that he could kiss you for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough. “See you, Sweetheart.”
Mondays are characteristically exhausting; kids are home for two days on the weekends and return behaving like they’ve never seen a classroom before. Today is no exception, but the coffee Eddie left on your desk this morning certainly helps. He’d tried to sneak in, but you’d caught him, and it took everything in your power not to plant a kiss on his cheek right then and there. Scrawled on the side of the to-go cup in his messy handwriting were three simple words that made your heart soar: For my Sweetheart.
What you didn’t know was that Eddie had thought about what he’d wanted to write for the entire car ride. Nothing too clingy, but nothing too distant. Not sappy but not brusque. Even the word my between “for” and “Sweetheart” was daunting; how would you feel about being his?
By the time the afternoon rolls around, neither of you are too concerned with romantic gestures. You and Eddie sit in the hard plastic chairs outside the school psychiatrist’s office. He’s already answered all of her questions, so now it’s simply a matter of waiting for the observation to end.
You can hear Harris giggling from the other side of the door, and you look over to smile at Eddie, but he either didn’t hear it or his nerves have built up an impenetrable barrier.
He exhales slowly, puffing out his cheeks and leaning his head back against the brick wall. It’s a sigh of defeat, not relief, and you lean over and squeeze his hand without a second thought. The edges of his skull ring dig into your palm, but you couldn’t care less. Your only priority is keeping him calm.
“Hey,” you murmur, crossing one leg over the other. He looks through you, not at you, and you brush a stray lock of hair from his face to ground him. Once he’s settled, you continue talking. “Everything will be alright. Either he doesn’t have a disability, or we’ll be one step closer to getting him the accommodations he needs.”
Eddie nods. “I know. I just…” He pauses for a beat, struggling to find words that accurately convey his myriad emotions. Besides anxiety about the unknown path that lays before him and Harris, guilt gnaws at him for his past misgivings. The careless sex with Harris’s mom, the stupid fucking tour that he just had to go on while she was pregnant, the blissful ignorance that he could have his cake and eat it, too. “I hate that he can’t learn, like, normally. Like the other kids.”
Your instinct is to tell him that Harris doesn’t need to be like the other kids, that he’s perfectly and unequivocally himself, but that’s not what Eddie needs right now.
“It’s tough,” you agree, “but Harris is a great kid with big dreams, and he’s not going to let anything stop him. All we have to do is support him along the way.”
Eddie ponders that for a moment, slightly amused at the accuracy of your statement, given what you don’t know. Beyond reading and math–both of which he’s shown improvements in since you’ve begun your tutoring sessions–Harris refuses to give up on his quest to get you and Eddie together. The hand-holding drawing was only the tip of the iceberg; Wayne’s since reported that the boy has asked multiple times about when “Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart will fall in love.” And, of course, he hasn’t stopped talking about your Saturday afternoon diner date, constantly badgering Eddie about whether or not you two were married yet.
Eddie rests his head on your shoulder, curly tendrils tickling your collarbones. All you want is to let him stay there as long as he needs, even if your legs fall asleep, but the nagging thoughts of passersby’s perceptions triumph over your desires.
“Eddie, I…” you trail off, gently lifting your shoulder so he’ll get the hint without you having to say it aloud. Self-consciousness pinkens his cheeks as he sits up, adjusting his posture and mumbling a soft “sorry” under his breath.
“S’fine,” you rush to reassure him, praying that he doesn’t misconstrue your professionalism with shame of being seen with him. You would comfort any of your students’ parents in times of distress, but let’s face it–you would never snuggle up to Jason Carver or Carol Perkins. “Just don’t wanna be accused of canoodling on the job,”
He lifts his eyebrows. “Canoodling?”
“It’s a word!”
“You’re the one with the fancy college degree, so I guess I gotta believe you.”
You giggle softly, brushing his Reeboks with your flats. “Seriously, it’s gonna be okay. Whatever happens, I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. The words replay like an enchanting melody. You’ve got him. You’ve got him, and you’ll have him as long as he vows to hold on.
“Mr. Munson?”
Eddie’s attention snaps to Ms. Cassie, the school psychologist. Harris darts from her office, a giant smile on his face as he leaps into his father’s arms. “Daddy, we played games! It was lotsa fun!”
“That’s great, Har Bear,” Eddie murmurs into Harris’s scalp. He looks up at Ms. Cassie expectantly. “How did everything go?” Is my son okay? Is there something wrong with him? Is it my fault? He doesn’t dare pose those questions.
The psychologist offers a smile, lacing her fingers together in front of her stomach. “Like Harris said, we had a great time. I’d like to speak with you briefly…” her gaze flits over to the hallway. “Is there someone who could keep an eye on Harris while we talk?”
Eddie’s heart sinks; privately, perhaps naively, he’d been wishing that there wouldn’t be anything else to discuss. Maybe a chipper, everything’s fine; he’ll catch up to the other kids on his own! But nothing so serious that it required an additional meeting.
“My TA can,” you pipe up, remembering that Will had stayed back to prepare an art project for tomorrow morning. Eddie puts Harris down, watching as you take his chubby hand in yours and make your way to your classroom.
Ms. Cassie starts to wave Eddie into his office, but he shakes his head. “Wanna wait for her to get back,” he tells her, and she nods understandingly. As soon as you return, the two of you take a seat in front of her desk. Paperwork is stacked neatly in piles across the top of it, and framed diplomas line the walls. Board games sit on the shelves, and Eddie can’t help but wonder which ones Harris played this afternoon.
“I want to start off by saying that Harris is one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with,” Ms. Cassie says. Her tone is even and patient, which makes Eddie more anxious. He wants to jump up and demand that she spill the bad news already, but he bites his thumbnail to calm his nerves. You notice the gesture immediately and inconspicuously grab the hand closest to yours, hiding your display of affection below the desk. Eddie grips so tightly that you have to actively suppress a grimace.
“The evaluation indicates that Harris meets the requirements to be classified as a ‘preschooler with a disability,’” she continues, “and as a result, he qualifies for special education services–”
“What the hell does that mean?” You wince at the vitriol in Eddie’s voice, and you rub your thumb over the back of his hand. It brings him back down enough for him to clear his throat and apologize, but you can sense that he’s still on-edge.
“That’s alright, Mr. Munson. You’re not the first parent to react that way, and I’m positive you won’t be the last.” She taps a small pile of papers on her desk to even them out before handing them to him. “The classification means that he will get an Individualized Education Program–IEP for short–that will help us target goals for Harris to make progress alongside his peers.”
Ms. Cassie drones on about short-term and long-term objectives, but Eddie can’t focus on what she’s saying. Preschooler with a disability. My son has a disability because I left, because I wasn’t there, because I trusted someone I shouldn’t have. It’s all my fault. My fault my fault my fault–
“Eddie,” you whisper, but it’s no use. You watch as his ribcage expands and contracts faster with manic breaths, on the verge of hyperventilation. You shoot the psychologist an apologetic glance and pull Eddie from the office before he can launch into a full-blown panic attack. His body is like a ragdoll, and he trails behind you mechanically; if you let go of his hand, he’d probably stop dead in his tracks.
“Baby,” you say, bringing him to an empty classroom. The nickname rolls off your tongue easily despite technically being in your place of work. “Baby, it’s just you and me right now. You’re okay–”
“Harris–disability–my fault.” His words are low and gravelly, but you hear them without having to strain. They’re similar to the sentiments he’d uttered that day at parent-teacher conferences when he’d unexpectedly showed up at your door.
There’s no use trying to convince him otherwise, not when he’s like this, so you try a different approach. “I can talk to Ms. Cassie about rescheduling the meeting. We don’t have to figure everything out right away.” He nods, just a miniscule bob of his head, but it tells you that he’s cognizant enough to comprehend what you’re telling him. “In the meantime, why don’t you go see Harris? I bet he’s drawing something for you.”
That gets a smile out of him. “Y-Yeah, okay.” He doesn’t move; instead, he brings you closer to him and holds you to his chest so close that you can hear his heart beating. His body shakes, but it’s not until you feel a warm teardrop fall from his face onto the top of your head that you realize he’s crying. You wrap your arms around his lithe waist until you feel him begin to steady, staggered breaths becoming fuller.
Wiping the tear trails from his cheeks carefully, you press a tiny kiss to his nose. “Wash your face and go to my classroom. I’ll meet you there.”
“‘Kay,” he manages, wishing he had the means to express his gratitude for your words, your presence, you.
When he gets to your classroom, Harris is furiously scribbling on a piece of construction paper with his new markers. Eddie smiles, leaning against the door until Will spots him.
“Harris, your dad’s here!” he announces, and Harris looks up excitedly.
“Daddy!” he exclaims. “I’m almost done with my picture, hold on!” He grabs a blue marker and uncaps it, marking the paper with concentrated dots. He replaces the cover and slides the marker back into the yellow-and-green box.
He’s always so diligent with his art supplies, Eddie notes.
“Ta-da!” Harris spins the drawing so his dad can see. There’s three people–you, Eddie, and Harris. You’re standing around a large purple rectangle with a line coming out of each corner, which Eddie recognizes as a table. There’s a circle representing the plate of chicken fingers in front of Drawing Harris, and a circle between Drawing You and Drawing Eddie with blueberry pancakes. Just like on Halloween, he’s drawn a smile on everyone’s faces.
“He’s really good,” Will says, and Eddie looks at him in amusement. “Seriously, he is. He’s got great spatial awareness when he draws, which most kids don’t develop until later. And he’s got an eye for detail,” he adds, pointing to the blue dots on the pancakes. “Looks like you’ve got a little artist.”
An artist. Not a failure, not incapable, but an artist. A boy who could grow up and inspire the world with his creativity.
“I love it,” Eddie says finally, reaching out to take the drawing. He frowns when Harris snatches it back.
“This one is for Ms. Sweetheart,” he explains exasperatedly, as though this is something he’s had to repeat multiple times. “We already have one at home, Daddy. Renember?” His pout quickly becomes a grin when he sees you enter the room. “Ms. Sweetheart, I drawed this for you!”
“I love it!” You inadvertently echo Eddie’s statement as you hold the paper to your heart. “This is gonna go on the kitchen wall so you can see it when you come over for tutoring.” You turn to Eddie, eyes warm with understanding. “How are you feeling?”
“I dunno,” he answers honestly. “Kinda sad, kinda mad, kinda relieved that there’s an answer.” He scratches at the stubble on his cheeks. “‘M just…really glad I don’t have to go through it alone.”
“I’m always here for you, Eds. You and Harris.”
Eddie’s curls bob up and down as he slowly nods. “Speaking of which, um, you said something about tutoring him? Are you feeling up to it? I can bring pizza—o-or not, if it makes you sad. We could do Chinese or something—”
“Eddie?”
“Ya?”
You look down at the drawing of your little chosen family at Benny’s. It’s certainly different from the times you went with Grandma, but you’re filled with the same feeling of belonging that you’d felt then.
“Extra olives for me, please.”
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Feeling sentimental, so this is for you Finns from a poor Welsh girl in love with the gremlin:
Thank you. You don't have to post your pictures and videos from his gigs. You don't have to translate his comedy. You don't have to spend hours translating interviews and podcasts. You don't have to explain certain words and references in order to better understand. You don't have to translate and explain the song lyrics. You don't have to do any of it.
But you do. Who for? Not yourselves, so who then? The non Finnish fans. Like me. Someone who doesn't speak Finnish, struggling to learn and comprehend a different language. Someone who can't afford to travel and see him live. Someone who enjoys his shenanigans as much as the next fan.
So from the bottom of my heart I appreciate you all. Every translation, explanation, picture, video or live stream. Helping make him accessible to us, so we may love him just a little bit more :3
💚💚💚
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150-word meme
It's been over four years since I've done one of these and my creativity has been on fire lately (lots of ideas, not much writing, alas) so I figured it was time to bring this back and since we've now got the ability to option to add polls, I added a poll option.
Behind the cut is a list of current WIP projects (with excerpts). You can vote for one fic in the poll at the bottom and/or send me an ask with at least one number (you can send more than one number if you want) and I will write 150 words in the equivalent fic.
1. The Birth (Henry and baby Hal, modern AU).
‘Hal?’ Henry said.
‘Our baby,’ Mary said, looking a little hurt.
‘I thought we were going to call him Harry?’ he said.
‘He looked more like a Hal than a Harry to me,’ Mary said as if that solved everything.
Henry didn’t know how that worked. Their son looked like a gremlin, not like a Harry or a Hal or like anything that should have a name that wasn’t Uglik the Wailing One.
2. this single knife in my heart (Hal’s perspective of his dagger incident/’but it is my knife and my heart too’)
‘Do you have any idea what you will say to him?’
‘Well, I won’t make the mistake of asking him to abdicate, if that’s what you mean.’
Beaufort coloured dully and bent over his plate. ‘I thought it was the best thing to do – you know he hadn’t been well for years. I did not realise how poorly he would take it, how could I? It was the same logic he himself used with Richard. He was unfit as king, he could not carry on – why not give the throne away and enjoy one’s final years without the troubles? It was reasonable, wasn’t it?’
‘The unreasonable part was saying any of that to my father’s face.’
3. untitled sodomy fic (Hal finds out Courtenay is gay)
‘Beaufort says you are a sodomite,’ he said.
‘It is a clerical vice, Hal.’
‘It’s still a sin.’
‘What, a vice a sin? I never knew that,’ said Courtenay. ‘I thought all vices were virtues. Indeed, in acting on my vice, I might have performed many a good deed for others and so be said to be virtuous…’
4. the wellspring (Joan of Kent/The Black Prince proposal)
‘Come out with me tomorrow,’ he says.
‘What?’
‘We could go riding,’ he says. ‘Pass through the forest and the fields, go up to the moors. Or else have a hunt.’
She drinks deeply from her cup. She thinks, this is madness. She thinks, it would be good to leave the silent, still walls behind her and go through the world, breathe the free air.
‘It’s raining.’
‘It’ll clear.’
5. she’s not coming home tonight (Philippa leaves England)
‘Will you tell me,’ Philippa said, ‘about our mother?’
Harry was silent for a long moment, his face still.
‘Why do you want to know?’
She bit her lip. ‘No one talks about her or when they do, they just say she was lovely as if that means anything.’
6. some rift, a hollow (Henry meets his son again after Bradmore's cure)
Henry thinks: O God, I am ill. I will die and Harry will be king and everyone will see his face. The longer he lies there and nothing changes, he understands it is only the relief of seeing Harry alive and well that has made him collapse. Then, he thinks: my son is here! My son will be well again! My son lives! I will keep my children safe. I will love Harry better. I will be a good man! I will learn mercy and forgiveness, I will take the penance the Almighty gives me meekly, whatever form it takes. I will go barefoot to Jerusalem to give thanks!
Then, Richard’s voice: will you? You promise and promise and promise and then forget or find excuses. Do you forget I have the measure of your soul? You will do none of these things.
7. night's sister (Philippa of England gets visited by her sister's ghost)
It’s one of those strange kind of nights where Philippa’s skin prickles and she cannot lie peaceably in bed. After the winter solstice, day is fleeting and night stretches on seemingly forever. They go to bed early and wake late but in the midst of night, Philippa wakes and cannot go back to sleep. Her body feels heavy and strange, her hands slipping over it.
At seventeen, she is almost a woman; she has carelessly shucked off the body she left England with and found herself in a different one, one with breasts and a body that wants some days and bleeds others. At seventeen, she is as old as Blanche was when she died. She still feels too young to lie beneath her husband or to grow a child within her body, though Blanche, at seventeen, had done both and died with a second child half-grown within her belly. Philippa rolls over in her bed.
8. the silver blessing (Blanche's birth)
Mary takes her penance as meekly as a lamb and when her confessor leaves her, she moves, standing up and striding towards the window. Her fingers curl into fists, she straightens them and smooths out her skirts. He said, it is a mother’s duty to render up her child so that they may be all they can be. Think of the Virgin, giving up her Son to the Lord’s will. But the Virgin was special, chosen for God to carry her Son and give him, and she had borne what no mother should be made to bear and grieved most sorrowfully, even though she was specially chosen.
Mary, at least, does not have to bear the Virgin’s sorrows. Not truly. She is giving her eldest son up but only to her own mother to raise for a time. Six months, perhaps, a year at most. And throughout that time, she will visit her mother and her mother will visit her. It will be bearable. It will be good for Harry too. He will have time on his own, Maman will help him grow in confidence and learning. But Mary will still miss him.
9. should've come with a warning (modern AU, set in a "everybody lives" fix-it verse. In the aftermath of her relationship with Louis Pfalz, Blanche has lunch with Joan of Kent.)
‘Is there anything you’d like to do?’ said Mum. ‘We don’t have to go to Richard’s for lunch, I can text him with an excuse.’
‘Like what?’
‘Traffic’s bad, we got away late—’
‘He’d only invite us for afternoon tea.’
Mum’s lips pressed together. ‘We don’t have to accept.’
‘He’ll just think I’m “damaged” then,’ Blanche said.
10. in the time of storms (Eleanor Cobham and no-good, very-bad year of 1441)
The little bottles tinkled as she ran her fingers over them. She hadn’t used them in so long. There hadn’t seemed to be much point. As Margery had told her, as delicately as possible, she was getting rather too old for there much hope left. As Southwell had told her, there was little they could do but hope that God, in His infinite mercy, would take pity on her. But why should she hope? She had done everything she could to carry a child but God’s infinite mercy had never let her birth more than blood and moles.
She would tell Bolingbroke to take them away. He would look at her with his pale eyes that always seemed too compassionate, too knowing, and know she had given up. If had someone had come looking through this box, what had they hoped to find? Some foolish, superstitious child who sought love-charms or gossip? A chance to claim they had been brave enough to go through the witch’s box of spells, perhaps to take one and use it as a trophy – if that was the case, it was a weakness. They should be gotten rid of.
11. the king is dead (Eleanor Cobham and the death of Henry V)
‘Will you not go to him, your grace?’ Eleanor said.
Jacqueline looked at her strangely.
‘The Duke of Gloucester?’ Eleanor said.
Jacqueline shook her head. ‘No. I cannot go. I need to think, to speak with my people and take counsel. Prepare. Make plans. I cannot go.’ She paused for a moment, her mouth twisting and hands wringing the cloth of her dress.
‘You go,’ she said.
12. The Bargain (Eleanor's POV of 'some hope', documenting one pregnancy and miscarriage)
Also God said to the woman, I shall multiply thy wretchednesses and thy conceivings; in sorrow thou shalt bear thy children; and thou shalt be under the power of thine husband, and he shall be lord of thee.
O God, if only it was true. If she had to go through this, there must be some reward, some reason. Her eyes streamed. It was not enough listening to Hume extol the duties of a loyal, patient wife or the promise that God’s will was done and done alone or his scolding that one must not put the Lord to the test. But there had to be some hope, didn’t there? There had to be some reason. She was allowed to be impatient; she was getting older and her prayers to both St. Anne and St. Margaret had thus yielded nothing.
You can send me an ask with one or more numbers (anon is on) and/or vote in the poll below! You can totally do both, too.
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Fic Finder
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1. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where wwx does not want to date guys who are not wealthy; lwj is his roomate and is in love with wwx but he thinks he doesn't have a chance because he is hiding he's very rich and fakes being almost poor (he even hides his credit card for emergencies). I think wwx also liked him but didn't want to try anything because he thinks lwj is poor. Thank for your help!
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2. hello hello!! for FF, i swear ive saved this fic but i... cant find it. its a modern au. i remember everyone was famous, in one way or another. not a streamer au. LZ communicated only through emoji, borrowing LXC's account, except at the end only to reply to WY. he has a rly good relationship w JYL! she understands the emojispeak. im almost sure this is the same fic that has NMJ and JGY arguing about the whole thing online, something like a side commentary. definitely ao3, not a twt thread.
FOUND! and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Rivalry, Competition, Competition-Set Fic, Athletes, Multimedia, Miscommunication, frenemies to lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Seemingly One-sided But Actually Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, Competitive Cultivation, Anal Sex, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Olympics, Inappropriate use of an Olympic gold medal, Breathplay, Rough Sex, Food Porn, Switching, Bottom LWJ)
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3. Hi there! I was wondering if you could find two fics for me please. A) One is where wwx isn’t allowed to go to a festival bc of punishment or smth but he creates a disguise as Jiang Feihua and goes with jc. Him and lwj are married in this fic and wwx joins a dancer group for like a minute too. B) The other is where wwx and lwj are both students at two different universities (wwx is an engineering student and lwj is a music student) and join together to create a project after being randomly assigned to each other. There’s a lot of zoom calls and strangers to friends to lovers. There’s also one scene where wwx crawls to lwj and is just being a little teasing gremlin. Thank you!!!
3A)
FOUND? A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Crossdressing, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Festivals, Dancer WWX, Insecurity, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, mild possessive behavior)
3B)
FOUND? synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, strangers to friends to lovers, pining)
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4. Hiiii!! I'm hoping yall can help me because I've tried looking for this fic for ages and no luck. It's an au where when a person touches you, they leave a colored mark, except wwx only has one from his parents and no one else, and it ends up he was cursed and just could get any bc of it. Pleeeaaasse if yall can help I'd be eternally grateful!!! @crystalizednight
FOUND! pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)
Or the fic it was inspired by
Not FOUND leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)
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5. hi, i’m looking for a fic that’s actually based on the author’s tumblr posts! i remember that wangxian were in an arranged marriage, and that it was unrequited love. wwx loves lwj, but lwj doesn’t. i think lwj is a second prince and/or general and was deployed in war. wwx followed him to war much to lwj’s dismay (?). i hope you can help me find this, thank you! <3
hi, i was the one who submitted the previous ask about wangxian arranged marriage wherein general and/or prince lwj joined the war to avoid wwx but he was followed by wwx. i’m not sure if wwx was royalty or simply held in high esteem. i’m sorry that i’m sending another ask but i forgot to add that there’s no cultivation world in that au! so there’s not golden cores and whatnot! as i said, there was a whole dedicated tumblr posts about that au by the author. thanks!
FOUND! sarah-yyy's rebuttable presumption series
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6. Hi I was wondering if you know of this fic where wwx does a thing but time travels into to the past except he has his own body. So instead of becoming 15 he stays 17 and meets a younger version of himself. Jiang family find this older wwx hard to handle because he is so different from younger wwx.
FOUND? MingYu by Fino_Al_Cielo (T, 87k, WWX & LWJ, YL WWX, yunmeng siblings, Fix-It of Sorts, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, PTSD, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Trauma) with an older WWX time traveling and winds up posing/pretending to be WWX's older brother since they are so different
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7. Hi. Thank you for all your hard work with this blog, and the recs. I've found so many good fics thank to all the lovely mods and their hard work. I have been trying to find this fic myself, but alas I have had no success and I turn to you in my desperation. I'm searching for a fic where Wei Wuxian is helping the Dafan Wens get away when he gets a cut on his foot. He ignores it and it turns septic and his foot/lower leg needs to be amputated. The Wens build him a prosthetic out of wood and he invents talismans to keep it attached. Please, would you or your followers be so kind as to help me find it? Thank you!
FOUND? we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club, WWX loses a foot)
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8. HI! I was wondering if anyone knows the fic where wq came to wwx for help during a banquet and wwx saved her, the dafan wen and lsz by saying that lsz is his child. im not really sure if there was a golden core reveal but there definitely was a sort of yunmeng bro recon. thank you so much in advance! @remembermexingan
FOUND? 💖 The Epic Lie of the Yiling Laozu and His Wife by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 9k, wangxian, WWX/WQ, fake/pretend relationship, fake marriage, misunderstandings, lies, jealousy, BAMF WWX, yiling wei au)
FOUND? that is a door by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 7k, WWX/WQ, marriaged of convenience, WQ pov, post-war)
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9. Hello there, terribly sorry to be a bother but my dumbass forgot to book mark a fic and I conveniently forgot the name. Just my luck. I was hoping you guys could find it for the next fic finder. 🙏🏻
All I remember is it was sort of a tgcf crossover; wangxian had successfully ascended. But people started mistaking them for the rabbit god Tu er shen (?). Also: Jin Ling prays to them to help Jiang Cheng find romance. Jiang Cheng ended up with Nie Huaisang and WWX, having discovered he can shapeshift now he’s a god and ends up pregnant (because of course he does). Also Hua Cheng makes a brief cameo to mildly threaten the heavenly officials.
FOUND! Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, 24k, WangXian, ChengSong, Ascension, romcom, Unlikely matchmaker heavenly officials, genderflip, Because that is something heavenly officials can do, Pregnancy, Mpreg kinda but not really because WWX is technically female at the time, Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods [PODFIC] by Opalsong)
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10. Hello! For your next fic finder, I'm looking for a modern au where wwx was homeless for a while (but not during most/all of this fic)(possibly kicked out but i cant remember). Jz implies to lz that wwx turned to prostitution, but later wwx says he did construction. That's all I can remember clearly. Thank you and your followers for all your help!
FOUND! Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending) the scene occurs in chapter 15
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11. Hiii!! So i read a fic where right after wwx died, they found this ball thing that enabled them to basically look into his memories of when he was still alive. They all found out he didn’t do the things he was accused of and the juniors help reincarnate wwx, if u can find it id really appreciate it 😁😁 @tupurware
FOUND? 🧡Misunderstood by Silver_Flame_2724 (M, 250k, wangxian, heavy angst, fluff, eventual happy ending, implied/referenced rape/non-con, misunderstandings, self-harm, self-hatred, family fluff, mental breakdown, cannibalism, reincarnation, WIP 31/33)
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12. Heyoo! Im looking for a fic where both lwj amd wwx time travelled to CR days. I think lwj died in a nighthunt with a boar. They didn’t know the other also travelled but one day lwj hears wwx play wx and yeahh they knew. I think wwx hears some kind of melody or song in his head? LQR was a good uncle in that! Thank you! @sandriya-artemis
FOUND? The Wild Geese's Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 56k, WangXian, XiYao, Time Travel AU, fixit, Temporary Character Death)
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13. I’ve been looking for this fic I read in passing, which isn’t my normal taste or pairing, and still can’t find it even after limiting the search options. The pairing is JC/LWJ and happens during the 13 years WWX is dead and I only remember two specifically key events that happened in said story. One was that a demonic cultivator who was really young was taken into Lan custody but took a nail from the barn he was being held in to kill himself. The other was LWJ pushed JC hard enough to hit his head on the floor and daze him? The fic is definitely on Ao3. Any help would be nice~ @youkaimeimi
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14. Hello! Thank you for all your hardwork, you're a blessing to this fandom ♥ For the next fic finder, i'm looking for a fic that was a fic set in CR era, and lwj is a vampire. Except he's a fruit bat vampire and only eats fruit. wwx finds out about his vampirism but he thinks he's the type that drinks blood? That's about all I remember. Thanks for your help!
FOUND? WEI WUXIAN, VAMPIRE HUNTER series by Suspicious_Popsicle (T, 19k, wangxian, modern, crack, OOC, getting together, fluff)
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15. Hello. This is for the fic finder. I've been looking for a fic where wwx is in Cloud Recesses for the lectures and goes to the back hills to read his porn, there was a scene in the book he was reading where the woman (I think?) was penetrating the man. Then, wwx decides to try it with his fingers and lwj finds him in that position.
FOUND? Rest My Chemistry by ilip13 (E, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Kink Negotiation, Undernegotiated Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, Come as Lube, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Consensual Non-Consent)
FOUND? Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout (E, 5k, WangXian, Getting Together, First Time, Consensual Underage Sex, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, punishment kink, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses, PWP, Semi-Public Sex, Mention of Heterosexual Porn)
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16. Hi! I've just been going through your blog and thank you so much for all you do! I have been looking for this fic similar to one called decay that you had found for an ask before where LWJ plays for WWX to cleanse him except they are married I think? And WWX is hiding his pain and once LWJ discovers the truth he is angry and maybe goes into seclusion and moves out of their house. The discovery happens when WWX almost dies and everyone is like you would have made him your murderer?!?! @myblognewagain
FOUND! A Price To Pay by wangxianist (E, 116k, WangXian, XuanLi, Arranged Marriage, Prophecies and Curses, Angst with a Happy Ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition, warning for yzy's f minus parenting, Cultivation Sect Politics, Family Drama, Canon Divergence, Explicit Smut)
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17. Hi! Can you help me find a wangxian fic? I don’t remember much, but I think it’s post-canon. Wangxian are married(?), but it is mild emotional hurt/comfort from Wei Wuxian’s perspective because he sees Wanji with a Lan sect lady. He thinks Wanji might be interested in her because Wuxian thinks Wanji looks really good with the lady, a more fitting couple? He doesn’t say anything and just goes about business as usual, doing his sect duties, etc., because I think he just wants to enjoy stuff while he can(?). Later when Wanji finds out, he’s a bit heartbroken that Wuxian would do so much for someone he thinks is cheating on him. Wanji eventually introduces Wuxian to the Lan sect lady, and she’s like a SUPER elder who has really high cultivation which is why she looks so young. I think they were hanging out because she’s planning on ‘dying’ soon. That’s all I remember. Thank you!
FOUND? Ch.5 of White Flag by incendir (T, 37k, WangXian, NHS/NZH, OMC / OMC, 4+1 things)
FOUND? What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon (T, 17k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, POV WWX, Sad WWX, Jealous WWX, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Break Up, Separations, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, marriage issues, Marriage Proposal)
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18. Hello there! I’ve got a fic finder request because my dumbass forgot to bookmark a fic yet again :D. I have no idea what it’s called but it was cloud recesses study era, and the beginning stated out with wangxian f!ckin in the cold spring and wwx telling lwj that he didn’t need to take responsibility. They then had a lot of sex after that that led to a suspicious Jiang Cheng and a very stressed out Wen Ning at one point. They get caught at it in the library pavilion at the end (and traumatise lqr). I would be very thankful if you guys could find it (amazed y’all do this for free Ngl)
FOUND! Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, wwx desperately wants lwj’s attention, lwj desperately wants to marry wwx, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)
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19. hello im looking for a fic i can't remember the title of. i only remember it's a time travel one (i think jc did the time traveling) and the only scene i remember is the ending where jc is holding baby jl and jl's face is all scrunched up and jc realizes jl traveled to the past too. id be grateful if anyone finds it thank you!
NOT FOUND! Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong) the quote regarding jc and jl: “A-jie places his nephew in his arms and Jiang Cheng looks down at that little squalling scrunched up face and knows. This is Jin Ling.”
FOUND! good hunting by baekhyun (baruna) (T, 18k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Complicated Relationships, Sibling Bonding, Dysfunctional Family, Humor, Angst, not romance-oriented, JC-centric)
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20. Hello! For fic finder, it was a fic where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying were engaged and Wei Ying was acually happy about it until Lan Zhan pushed him in water, the fic shows them being married and trying to fix the misunderstanding. Thank you for everything you do! @itz-a-spooky-lesbian
Number 20 was definitely a Twitter thread! I remember reading it on there but u can't remember who the author was! I'll try to look for it but hopefully knowing where its from will help narrow down the search!
FOUND! This Twitter threadfic
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Aaaaaaa our self ships?!?!?
I ship with Buggy and Shanks, because how could I not be head over heels for them? And I just love the height difference, me 5'5, Buggy 6'3, Shanks 6'6.... They're giants compared to the tiny powerhouse that is my s/i.
And Addie Santine, my most beloved s/i. She's free spirited, doing what she wants when she wants, who grew up with a whole lot of trauma before heading out to become a pirate at the ripe old age of 12. And as an adult is infamous, known as the Siren for being able to lure men (and certain women) with seduction and flirtation for her own personal goals. But also not to be taken lightly because she's known for a reason, and feared as dangerous and will go from being fun loving to willing to attack at a pin drop if someone presses her buttons (much more often occurring in my ship with Buggy).
With Buggy the two of them met with her saving his life (because he's Buggy) from another crew that was getting close to killing him wanting to join his crew, because with the two of their reputations they could stand to get whatever they wanted. And I mean, hot, deadly pirate lady wants to join him? Buggy's in. They don't get together for a while though once she has, instead they're pining for each other (completely obvious to everyone else) with Addie due to her past trauma with relationships and men, and Buggy thinking they couldn't possibly be interested in him with his rock bottom self esteem. But once they do my god, they're the Destruction Duo. And Addie? Don't you dare lay a hand on the clown.
And Shanks? Dashing, handsome, kind hearted Shanks? The two of them are instantly attracted to each other and often run into each other, flirting outrageously and having a deep respect for each other despite their differing views on handling conflict, with Shanks understanding Addie does what she does for her survival, and the fact that she's a much more reasonable person when she's around him. He loves her for her wildness, her love for freedom and that under the coldness and violence she's loving and kind. And Addie fell for him because he's the first person who was able to see her for who she is, and when she realises she likes being soft and gentler because he helps her be the person she wants to be. Though it still takes a whole lot of time with the flirting building up for Addie to accept her feelings for him and the fact that he returns them thinking that she doesn't deserve it because of the things she's done. But once they do get together omg, power couple!
Thank you for sharing! I love the subtle differences between how things go with Buggy vs how they go with Shanks. I love the gremlin vibes and the flirting and the explosions XD
Sometimes we just need someone to actually SEE us and that's enough for us to start to see ourselves, and there's a vibe of that in this I really like. ^_^ And like, YOU get to be the pirate, a little scourge of the high seas, for yourself, as a treat \o/
It's fantastic! I read this a couple times before I could even reply to it cause you just painted such a great picture =3 the passion's there!
Do you have anything written or drawn for Addie? I'd love to read up on her or see her ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Tell me about your self-ships!
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wait wwx and wq for you too♥️
hi tori!! I went a little overboard so I'm doing wq first <3
Wen Qing:
she makes me so sad...she didn't get enough from the creators and a lot of fans make her really one-dimensional and mean OR jc's wife...neither really suits her. I have a lot of thoughts I find it hard to articulate about her decisionmaking and her good heart battling her desire to protect her brother..like in that situation? I wouldn't have done have as well
NOTE: I am a mianqing truther. mr. mianmian is a lovely man and a good husband...mianmian has two hands
Wei Wuxian:
my most beloved coolest most incredible most off the charts guy...my favorite fictional bisexual...he who contains multitudes...the brightest and darkest of them all...with the smile to rival the sun...he made vengeful autcannibalism sexy and cool...the founder of grandmaster cultivation HIMSELF...the ONE and ONLY WEI WUXIAN *clapping and cheering and screaming and ripping out my hair etc. etc*
he's insane his character fucks severely he's so cool and badass and tragic and wonderful and gentle and selfless and damaged he has ADHD I was obsessed with him for months and months after I finished watching the first time I cried at work thinking of him more than once I want to adopt him and protect him from everything the world threw at him he feels like my little brother he's a character study in abuse and trauma he's brilliant he's the most excellent and interesting character in the series bar NONE he was ahead of his time he's a genius and a scholar and a fighter and now, a husband and father and uncle and brother living a quiet life of love and peace as an inventor and cultivator <3 he means the world to me
is there a way to say "I love that he's having a ton of great gay sex postcanon with the love of his life*" without weirdos running away with it? but like he deserves it...it's something that does make me happy for him
*THIS POST IS ABOUT THE DRAMA 'THE UNTAMED' ONLY. I am NOT interested in the novel sex scenes no thank you
NOTE: I say the creators did him dirty because of the horrific shit mxtx pulled in the novel and because the cql team making his phobia a joke was incredibly cruel and ableist of them
NOTE: wwx is a strong enough character to stand on his own and be the only character in a scene and still carry it, but his dynamics with jc, lwj, jyl, wq, wn, and others are legitimately such a huge part of the heart of the show. he carries that and he carries it so well
NOTE: while many MANY bad takes of wwx exist (characterizing him soley as a whiny bottom, calling him stupid, the XD gremlin, etc.) my mutuals and people in my circle have taste so I think we can all agree about the important things
NOTE: 'not enough screen time" refers to the movies, in which he was NOT PRESENT. yeah I know one of them was just about the nie brothers, but I still think he should have made a cameo
conclusion: THE MOST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME
thank you!!
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@sovereyn asked; ✖! she’s a fantastic OC :)
You are meaning my angry gremlin is a fantastic OC? :) Thanks! See now she might be in a good mood today cause of this. Haha! But seriously thank you from the bottom of my heart! Like I am glad you guys enjoy me ranting and stuff about her. <3
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Wait there’s more….
Thank you for listening to me ramble about my (lack of) love life and silly crushes
Thank you for accepting pictures of my dog
Thank you for listening to silly stories about my family
Thank you for encouraging me to be a better writer. And letting me bounce ideas off of you.
Thank you for just being my friend and being so nice to me 💕
Ok that’s all love you bye
there's MORE??? bestie i'm actually crying i needed to hear this today and you're the best and i !!! love you !!!!!! i'm so grateful that you're in my life
thank you for listening to me panic when i want to give people a compliment and my anxiety tells me no (and then hyping me up when i actually do!! like when i actually befriended the pretty person in my calc lecture i'm still riding that high). thank you for sending my pictures of your dog i love him so much!!! he is such a good boy. thank you for listening to weird stories about the people i see on campus and my friend group. thank you for motivating me to write, and listening to my often incoherent or poorly explained ideas and turning them into actual words on the page.
thank you for being my friend and checking up on me, even when i disappear and go MIA for hours in the middle of a conversation because i suddenly had things to do or got so stressed that i had to stop looking at my phone. genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. thank you for sometimes reaching out even though you did the last few times we had a conversation because lord knows i'm shit at it, thank you for telling me about your life, thank you for being such a good friend. you're such an important part of my life and i'm so grateful that you reached out to me a few months ago because now i have the best bestie a little gremlin like me could ask for <3
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Pre-Cult Kai Adderall Dealer
Summary- You meet your best friend’s brother, and pay for your Adderall with an unconventional payment, which lets you discover a lot more about him than you planned.
Warnings- Mummy kink, unprotected sex, drugs?? (Adderall mention??), adorable soft Kai Anderson
Last day of Kai week! I’m very happy to the nice response I got, I’m glad you enjoyed. I wasn’t sure if I was consistent enough to power through, but I’m very pleased that I managed! I still do have a few Kai things planned but not coming right away, I need to breathe!
I couldn’t not do something like this after so many people filled my requests with thirst for Pre-Cult Kai. I love this softie too, so here’s Pre-Cult (long brown hair!) Kai with a mummy kink.
Requests included-
hey can i request you for the kai week a fanfic about pre-cult kai and the reader dominates him. i’ve seen hcs about it on @tatestripedsweater account. btw i love ur work <3 -Yes girl, what she wrote was my request so we’re on the same page! Thank you!
i’m back with my pre-cult kai request 🥺 college student kai has a special place in my heart — this is super vague but something along the lines of being partners with him or helping him when he drops his books... 🥺 thank you !! – Started off with some fluff, hope you like it!
Congrats on 600 followers! Can I request something for Kai week? The reader and pre cult Brunette Kai, a fluffy smut. -Yes babey here you go:) Thank you!
hey i was wondering for the kai week if you could make a smut from when kai had brown hair (before the whole cult thing) and he’s a submissive to the reader because he has mommy issues. thank you and i loveee your account , congrats for 600 followers:)) – Yes @burningcowboydonkeypizza, I hope you like this! I definitely interpreted ‘mommy issues’ as mummy kink<3 Thank you very much!
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Looking down at your phone walking through the college corridors, you try to pick a song to listen to, completely clueless of your surroundings. This becomes evident when you walk straight into another student, a taller boy with brown wavy hair like a cocker spaniel. He knocks the binder you were holding out of your hand and immediately bends down to pick it up. He hands it to you and straightens his lips into an awkward smile, you thank him and take it from him.
“Sorry I’m uh… clumsy… Mr Butterfingers”
“Don’t worry about it”, you smile and begin to walk away until he puts his hand on your shoulder to stop you.
“Wait uh… are you Y/N? You’re friends with my sister, Winter, right?”. You smile and nod, not realising that you were talking to your best friend’s brother, not having met him before.
“So, does that mean you’re coming to her birthday party tomorr-”
“Wait… I do know you…”. You begin, the realisation of where you know him from slowly hitting you. “Do you uh… sell Adderall?”, you lower your voice, and he nods, smirking like he’s proud of himself.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N”, he says and walks away before you can say anything to him.
You give him a friendly smile and walk to your class, last one of the semester.
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The next day when you loiter around Winter’s house, looking for Kai, you try to recollect his face from your meeting yesterday. You put your hand in the pocket of your jeans and for the fiftieth time check whether your 30 dollars is still there. Winter walks over to you breaks you out of your trance, handing you a drink, which you take and swirl around, deep in thought.
“Don’t worry, I poured it for you”, she says reassuringly before cheering the beer with you. The both of you take a drink before you look over her shoulder at the door opening, hoping it’s Kai. But much to your disappointment, it’s your friend Alex. Winter notices the way you watch the door and wriggles her eyebrows.
“You excited for Alex to come?”. You snap out of your deep thought and look at her.
“No… actually I’m looking for your brother… Kai”
“Why would he come through the door? He lives here”, she laughs. “He’s probably in the basement like the gremlin he is”
When Winter motions with her hand to the basement, you look over at the door and take a deep breath, trying to gain the confidence to talk to him.
“I’m gonna go and welcome-”
“Yeah, yeah have fun Winnie”, you say not even realising how rude you sound. Winter rolls her eyes when she sees you hesitantly walk up to the basement door, realising you’re interested in her nerdy-ass brother. Over the loud sound of the music blasting through the speaks and slightly shaking the house, you didn’t expect Kai to hear your knocking, no matter how hard. You break your wrist trying to pound at the door, but still to not reply. But the second you put your hand over the handle to walk in, you feel a large hand on your shoulder turning you around.
“What are you doing?”. Kai barks, clearly protective of his room. You take your money out of your pocket and put it in his hand, and he nods slowly, understanding you want.
He opens the door to the basement and takes your hand, walking in with you. You walk down the stairs with him and exhale in relief at the loud music gradually getting more and more quiet, your heart temporarily returning to a normal pace. Kai walks over to his sofa and drops down, putting his hands in his pockets trying to find his Adderall. You politely sit next to him and immediately notice the effect your close presence has on him, as he awkwardly sits up and clears his throat, now searching his pockets a little more nervously.
“Uh it’s uh… where is it…”. Kai laughs nervously and leans over to his bedside table by the couch. When he does so, you take a not-so-sneaky look at the way his shirt rises up showing off the bottom of his toned back and his Calvins. He takes out a bottle of Adderall out of the top drawer, before opening his fist to look at the money you gave him. He slides the notes around in his hand before looking at you.
“Thirty dollars? That’s not gonna get you a full bottle”. He laughs, and you inch in closer to him and whisper seductively.
“Maybe we can work something else out”
His eyes widen a little and he flickers down at your shirt, peeking at your boobs through it. You straddle his lap and he freezes a little, unsure what to do and clearly not very experienced. You find his slight innocence endearing and kiss him, straight away making out with him and getting aroused at how hesitantly he kisses you back. Though you’re not usually dominant, you take this opportunity to test it out, especially with such an intimidating-looking man. If you can dominate him, you could dominate anybody.
When he puts his hands on your thighs and rubs them up and down, you moan into his mouth, encouraging him to feel you more, helping him by sliding his hands around your thighs and slowly getting to your ass. His hands softly slide on your ass, feeling the shape, but when he gives your cheeks a soft squeeze, you initiate your dominance and grab hold of them. You pull away and put his hands on either side of his shoulders, lining up with the back of the couch. His eyes widen at your sudden movement and he looks at you completely baffled.
“Keep your hands to yourself”
He nods quickly and you run your fingers down his chest and to his pants, which are looking tighter than ever before. Unzipping his pants makes Kai gasp quietly and you shuffle them down, Kai lifting his body up a little to make it easier, completely compliant to your actions. You look at his shaft through his boxers and exhale in satisfaction at how hard he is. You look him in his deep brown lustful eyes, before getting off him and swiftly dropping down to your knees. Kai puts his hand flat on the couch by each side and sucks in a quivering breath, trying to not put you off with the sheer excitement he’s feeling. You put your hands on his thighs and squeeze them, before leaning in and biting the band on his underwear and pulling them down with your teeth, letting his dick spring up and practically pulsate before your eyes. Kai bites his lip and watches you eagerly while you lick up his dick once.
He holds in a moan and bites on his lip harder. Watching him melt in front of you with even the minimal contact sends a rush of arousal down to your pussy, and itching to tease him more, you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick and suckle on him. Kai moans softly and when you look up at him, sucking and licking on him rhythmically, he whines a little. You refuse to inch down even a bit further down his cock, and suck his tip up and down as much as you can.
Kai breathes heavily and moans at the teasing and reaches one hand to your head, making you immediately push it back down. You push his hands by his side and return your own to the same place on his thighs, this time, holding them closer to his crotch and grasping tighter. He throws his head back and whines at the pleasure and digs his fingers into the sofa more, attempting to thrust up into your mouth. You give him a stern look when he does so but he desperately puts both hands through your hair, wanting to push you down further, but instead making you remove your mouth from him completely. He looks at you with a desperate look and opens his mouth ready to beg when you stand up. He looks at you worried, hoping you won’t leave, but becomes relived when you begin taking your pants off.
“You liked that?”
He nods, sucking his bottom lip in, watching you take your pants and underwear off.
“You should’ve kept your hands to yourself, I wouldn’t have stopped”
You straddle his lap and come closer to him, pushing his dick up against his stomach.
“Yes ma’am”
You smirk at the nickname and lift yourself up, grabbing his dick and rubbing it up and down your soaking slit, enjoying the sight of Kai desperate for more but too proud to beg. For now.
“Hm?”. You prompt him, wanting to hear his whining again. He puts his hands on your hips and moves them with you as you begin to grind against his rock-hard cock, almost putting the tip in. You lean in and brush your lips against his, teasing him into wanting to kiss before moving your lips to his neck. You place a few gentle kisses behind his ear, which forces a sweet whine out of him that he tries to hide. It echoes against your ear and you can’t help yourself anymore, so you sink down on his cock right down to the bottom. Kai hisses through his teeth and lays his head back on the sofa, giving into your dominance completely.
You wrap your hands around his neck and stay close to him.
“Is this what you want? Cuddles?”, you say rhetorically.
“No… please…”
“Please what baby?”
“Please… ride me”. Kai’s hands on your hips begin to move you a little, and you finally give him what he begs for, pushing yourself up with your hands on his shoulders before slamming back down. Kai drools at the view of you riding him, your boobs bouncing with every movement and hypnotizing him, making him stare without even realizing.
Even with you half naked jumping on his cock, he still seemed a little tense and shy, but you wanted him to be completely comfortable and relaxed with you. You take his hand off your hip and put it on your boob, making him moan and cup it. With every harsher movement hitting your cervix, you clench around him and cry out in pleasure, encouraging him to thrust up faster, wanting to make you feel as good as possible. He squeezes and kneads your tit, engulfed in the feeling of having you in front of him to play with.
As you begin approaching closer to your orgasm, you unintentionally clench around him more and more often, making Kai pant and moan, finally comfortable enough to truly let go. And clearly, he does.
“Mummy!”, he whines out, no longer caring about how loud he’s being, until the new nickname makes you look at him. His mouth creeps open when he realizes that although his greatest fantasy just came true, he might have ruined it by going too far. He pulls you closer by your waist and awkwardly tries to apologize.
“Uh I’m sorry… it… it just… slipped out-”
“Don’t be”, you reassure him and give him a kiss, mumbling hotly against his lips. “I like it”
You put your hands back on his shoulder and give him a cheeky wink before riding him faster, jumping up and plunging back down onto his cock, going deeper but hitting the same powerful angle every time. Kai lets out a long whine when he feels you going in deeper, needing one last thing before letting go.
“Cum for mummy”
The second your dominant voice hits Kai, it sends him into a powerful orgasm, releasing his load and groaning when you don’t stop, not giving him a break. He fills the room with whimpers of overstimulation as you continue to ride him, your pussy clenching and sucking every last drop he has to offer.
“Stop hnnnnng too much”, he groans out, and pulls you into a hug to stop you from moving. He keeps his hands tightly wrapped around you. Though slightly taken aback, you comply to the affection and rest your head on Kai’s shoulder, shuffling your legs as close to him as possible as you stay straddling him. Kai places a loving kiss on your shoulder and mumbles against your skin.
“Stay like this… for just a second longer”
“No problem, sweetheart”, you smile and run your fingers back and forth on his back and neck. “So… can I have the Adderall bottle?”, you laugh.
“You can have my car”
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BEAUTIFUL IN BLUE — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.
— iwaizumi hajime.
⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut
⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes. smut: fingering (vaginal and anal), unprotected sex. kind of proof read but if you see a typo...no you didn’t.
⤷ word count: 6.4k
— a/n: set in the “FRESHMAN YEAR” universe, and is a continuation of “PRETTY IN PINK” - which i suggest reading before this. for those who wanted some real action after pretty in pink, this is for you <3.
a couple of weeks had passed since the incident. at least that’s what you had been addressing the day you had sent photos of you modelling your new lingerie to iwa, as. things had seemingly returned back to normal, photo unmentioned, and still your steady friendship continued with the oblivious brunette.
and now november had announced its arrival, with your boots beginning to disappear under crunchy oceans of cherry, merigold and bronze, and the potent, musky-sweet smell of browning leaves swirling around the air. it was the tell tale sign that fall was well and truly here, and what better of a time to drive out of town for the day, and celebrate momijigari.
at least that’s what you had told yourself before, what was meant to be a two hour drive, turned into over three hours spent in a car with the oversized toddlers know as your best friends.
“i’m hungry~!” whined toddler number one from behind you.
mattsun outstretched his long arms, reaching around the passenger seat you sat in, in an attempt to steal more of your snacks. you had made sure everyone knew to bring their own food and water, double- no, triple checked everyone was on the same page. but of course it was no surprise that mattsun was the only one to turn up empty handed. so when his grabby hands slapped against your cheeks for the nth time, you angled your face and snapped your jaw right on his thumb.
mattsun shrieks, jolting back away from you. “fucking hell, y/n!”
twisting around in your seat, you smirk, watching as he checked over the distinct bite mark on his red thumb.
“ha, serves you right.” pipes the figure slouched next to mattsun in the back seat. “ugh i need to take a leak.”
the peach-haired, number two toddler was none other than makki. he’d woken up cranky that morning, and it only seemed to worsen when he’d been shoved into the back with the chatty mattsun. within the first ten minutes he had tried to suffocate the latter with his pillow, and when that didn’t work, he took to blasting music in his headphones and facing himself towards the window for majority of the ride. only engaging with everyone when you began snacking, and he had decided to drink all of his juice just to spite mattsun.
“oi, iwa! control your gremlin!”
“shut up.”
“no, you shut up! you didn’t even want to share your juice with me!”
“i will literally piss on you right now.”
losing interest in the bickering duo behind you, your attention diverted to the third, brooding toddler beside you in the driver’s seat. you had spent majority of the drive admiring the way iwa handled himself behind the wheel; the flex of his arms under the fitted cotton of his blue long sleeve as he turned the wheel, and how the pads of his long fingers would tap against the worn leather to the beat of whatever tune began playing on shuffle. yet out of everything, it was when iwa took to mumbling the lyrics of whichever cheesy love song you were belting out to, that you found yourself falling even deeper into the pit of your affections for him.
throughout the drive, iwa had mostly managed to ignore the others’ antics - with your intervention of course. but with how tight his grip on the steering wheel had become from the squabbling in the backseat, and the dark look brewing under his cap; it was clear how close he was to losing his cool.
extending your arm out in front of him, you offer the hershey bar in your hand, brushing it against the pout of his bottom lip. iwa’s olive eyes glance questioningly at you from the side, to which you only offer a small grin.
“take a bite.” you order. the, ‘you look like you need it,’ is silent, but obvious in the way you prod the treat at his closed mouth.
“mmph-”
his eyes returned to the road before him as he parted his lips, pink tongue making a brief appearance before he took a small bite of your chocolate. you attempt to retract your arm, until iwa moves one hand to grab your wrist; bringing you back to him to take a bigger bite of the sweet, thumb rubbing against the inner side of your palm.
the corner of his mouth tugs upwards, as he mumbles a small, “thank you.”
heat floods your cheeks, and you catch yourself before you drop the chocolate on his lap. distracted by the deafening beat of your heart pounding in your ears, you don’t notice the silence that fills the car, or the not-so subtle click of mattsun snapping a photo of the two of you in the front and sending it to the group chat. you’re pulled out of your slight trance, by a flash of peach entering your field of view.
“that was disgusting...ly sweet. and now i suddenly need to puke, so hurry it up would you.”
as makki leans back, mattsun is quick to replace him, popping his head between you and iwa.
“don’t just ignore me, y/n, feed me chocolate too!”
rolling your eyes, you shove the bar in his mouth; the rest of you three laugh as he falls back into his seat, all the while he happily munches on the treat.
a little time passes before iwa’s flicking his indicator, signalling his turn into the free parking space outside the nature reserve. he shifts the gear into park before everyone piles out - makki walking over to wrap his thick, fossil grey scarf around your neck, the cashmere soft against your skin; while mattsun offers to carry your little backpack, only sending you a sly smile when you question his reasoning for taking the bag from you. you hug iwa’s offered arm to your chest, as the four of you start trekking along the uneven pathways leading towards lake kawaguchi. the walk isn’t necessarily long, but none of you are in a rush - strolling leisurely and enjoying the atmosphere.
and when you finally reach the end of your walk, you still yourself, awestruck by the beauty surrounding you. the glassy lake shimmering under the afternoon rays, crisp maple leaves painted red, swaying to the breezy flow of the cool wind, and the tinkling laughter from young children running about on the golden fields - filled your chest with warmth.
“it’s so beautiful here.”
your voice comes out as a whisper for only iwa’s ears to hear; with makki off to relieve himself and mattsun trailing after him, acting as if you didn’t see him rummaging through your snacks. iwa only hums in agreement, missing the way he hasn’t even acknowledged the view, his gaze set solely on you.
this is what the tradition of momijigari meant; taking time away from your busy schedule to spend a moment to enjoy this small piece of life. and of course, capturing the moment with some of your favourite people on camera. so when you busied yourself with taking photos with the towering men, it really shouldn’t have surprised you when your phone began to buzz with an incoming facetime call.
sliding your thumb across the screen to answer the call, you’re greeted by the sight of oikawa’s toothy grin; illuminated by a bright light you knew had to be artificial, since it was nearing two a.m. in argentina.
“yahoo, y/n-chan! you didn’t think i’d miss out on a photoshoot did you? i already missed out on you feeding me chocolate!” you shoot an embarrassed glanced at iwa, noticing the slight furrow between his brows and the faint dust of pink across his cheeks.
“photoshoot…?” a confused makki mumbles behind you.
mattsun leans over your shoulder, shoving his face in the camera. “oi, isn’t it late for you?”
you raise a single shaped brow as oikawa scoffs, brushing his fingers through his perfectly styled hair. “the pretty face of this group has finally blessed you, and that’s all you have to say?” mattsun scrunches his face in offence, as oikawa continues. “besides, i may be in a different country but i refuse to miss out!”
and it was because of his soft pout that you found yourself posing with your phone by your face, making sure to catch oikawa’s best angles; having long given up on questioning the setter and his antics. the so-called photoshoot came to an abrupt end later on when a tired and cranky oikawa yawned, apparently ruining another photo according to him, and iwa’s finger just so happened to slip and disconnect the video call.
“he’s stubborn.” was all he had said when you, makki and mattsun side eyed him. “we should head back home before it gets late.”
the drive back to tokyo seemed relatively faster than the journey to fujikawaguchiko. it was as if your body went into autopilot as you sat behind the wheel, this time taking responsibility as the driver while the boys napped; only coming to when you were parking iwa’s truck into their apartment’s parking lot, moments after the sun had set.
it was a silent and unanimous decision to order take out for dinner, the four of you seated around the black walnut dining table to dig in. meal times with the boys were hectic, and competitive for the most part - it was survival of the fittest. you were often being challenged by mattsun - tonight having lost the last few gyoza to him.
though it became obvious who the real loser was when mattsun flopped his head onto your lap, while you were lounging out on the settee.
“y/n~” mattsun drawled out. “rub my belly, it hurts!”
“no.”
“please, y/n~! my one and only best friend, the moon to my stars, the curry to my rice-”
he releases a satisfied sigh once you reach a hand out to press your palm against his stomach, rubbing soothing circles to stop his whining; and you catch makki roll his beady eyes at the two of you, as he flicks through suggested films to watch on netflix. iwa strolls into the living room, pillows and a comforter stacked in his arms; laying them neatly on the couch he shares with you on movie nights.
“oh, iwa, could you send me the photos please?” he nods his head once, barely glancing over at you and mattsun; pulling out his phone and dropping himself unceremoniously across the adjacent sofa. “thank you.” you call out once your phone pings with several notifications.
still rubbing mattsun’s stomach, your free hand casually scrolls through the pictures from today.
you snicker to yourself at the first series of chaotic images. a selfie with smushed faces pressed together and a phone-sized oikawa tucked right under your jaw, a blurry pic of the boys throwing vermillion leaves at each other, and even a timed snapshot where you, mattsun and makki had leapt on iwa’s back - your legs wrapped around his torso, while makki squished you from behind, and mattsun had flopped himself on top of the pile. there was even a shot of the aftermath, your phone and oikawa somehow surviving the tumble, and a deadpanned iwa staring straight at the camera as the three of you behind him cackled with your heads thrown back.
at least a few wholesome pictures had been captured. a sweet group photo with all of you huddled by each other in front of a vibrant maple tree; you and iwa were flanked by mattsun and makki respectively, as oikawa was held between you and iwa like a prized trophy. even a rare moment where makki and mattsun had their arms hooked around each other, with easy going grins on both of their faces, had been caught.
butterflies erupted in your tummy, fluttering about once you swiped to the next photo. it was a candid shot of you and iwa standing by the brilliant blue lake front. you were leaning into his side, holding two leaves at the top of your head to mimic cat ears, face tilted upwards. giggling, your eyes were shut, and only now can you see that you missed the soft smile iwa donned looking down at you.
it was almost painful to admit that together you looked like a couple, and it didn’t help that most times you even acted as such. sneaking a glance at the man in question, you watch him chatting quietly to makki, gripping your phone tightly in your grasp at the sound of him laughing at whatever snide comment escaped your peach-haired friend. you couldn’t help but sigh, being in love with one of your best friends only got harder each day.
unknowingly you had already swiped to the last photo iwa had sent, so when you return your gaze the screen, you shriek; dropping your phone flat on mattsun’s face.
“um, what the fuck, ow.”
iwa’s sharp eyes shoot towards you instantly. “what’s wrong?”
you only shake your head, warmth filling your cheeks and an itch you just can’t scratch prickling under your skin. makki only shrugs, shifting his attention back to the television. iwa is more hesitant, the feeling of his olive eyes giving you a once over does nothing to calm your nerves from being sent into overdrive. when he finally turns away, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“ugh, what even had you going even more crazy than usual all of a sudden?” mattsun groans from your lap. as he reaches to lift your phone off of his face, you’re quick to snatch the device away.
“n-nothing!” he only raises a thick brow at your defensive tone, before grabbing your hand to continue your ministrations.
glancing around the room, you pull the screen close to your face; taking in the photo, you felt your mouth run dry.
there was no way this could have been sent to you on purpose - because the sight of a shirtless iwa at his second home, the gym, was definitely not taken at lake kawaguchi. anyone with eyes could tell how ripped iwa was under his fitted shirts. but over the past few months you had noticed that he’d run off to the gym more often; and it was obvious in the way his clothes struggled to stretch over his bulked up build these days.
it was a mid work out, mirror selfie; iwa’s dark, mocha coloured hair plastered to his forehead, bare chest glistening from the sweat dripping down from his neck. he was seated on the rubber floor, one long, tanned leg stretched out in front of him with the other bent at the knee, elbow resting loosely against his leg. your eyes greedily took in the defined dips of his toned stomach, dark snail trail leading downwards to the evident bulge of his grey shorts; the hem cutting into the flexed muscles of his thighs.
the heat pooling between your thighs as your imagination ran wild was just about to peak when-
“oi, y/n.” you almost jump, locking your screen, and blinking away the dazed look in your eyes. when your vision cleared, you found makki standing in front of you. “we’re gonna watch the movie now.”
“oh, right.”
mattsun rolls off your lap with a groan, complaining to makki about who is gonna rub his belly now, while you stand up. shuffling over to iwa, he stretches before shifting and making room for you to squeeze in next to him.
“c’mere.” he mumbles, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side.
the beat of your pounding heart is almost deafening in your ears, you’re near to hyperventilating, as your mind is sent into overdrive. the two of you were always cuddling platonically during movies, ever since the one time you had complained about being cold in their apartment. but this time was different. ‘is this how he felt when you had sent a picture of your new lingerie?’ you think to yourself. you spend the next hour deep in your thoughts, completely lost to whatever is happening in the sci-fi film makki had chosen, and when the end credits start rolling on the screen - iwa announces he’ll drop you off back to your dorm.
it’s close to midnight; so makki wishes you a goodnight, as a sleepy mattsun rests against his shoulder, making grabby hands for you not to go. you wave as you leave, following after iwa who opens the passenger side door of his truck, helping you jump up into the seat, before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side.
your dorm isn’t too far from their apartment complex, so you’re not surprised at how quick the ride is. the street is unusually busy, yet completely void of any roaming students. and with no private parking for students, iwa’s forced to pull up near a secluded cluster of tall trees, a bit away from the dorm entrance.
“i’ll walk you in.” iwa says, leaving no room for argument. he reaches for his phone, as a message flashes across his screen. “oh, oikawa asked why you’ve been ignoring his messages.”
“huh?” you flip your own phone in your hand, watching as the facial recognition unlocks and suddenly iwa’s gym selfie is on full display for the both of you. it takes a moment for you to process the situation, and all you can manage is a simple, “oh,” as you resist the urge to fling your phone out of the window.
“nice photo.” iwa pipes up, you don’t even try to look at him, but the smirk in his tone is evident. “where’d you get it?”
his question throws you off, and you’re quick to turn your head to narrow your eyes at him. “what do you mean? iwa, you literally sent it to me?!”
“really? shit i must have done it by accident.”
“an accident?”
“yeah, like what you did to me. remember?”
you gasp, moving back almost as if you’ve been struck, while iwa simply laughs at your expression. a full on belly laugh that has him throwing his head back, illuminated by the glow emitting through his open moon roof. you should’ve been dwelling in the embarrassment that came with him turning your own words back on you - yet you found your own laughter mixing in with his. only when both of you had calmed down a bit, did an electrified silence fill the car.
fiddling with your phone in your lap, the strands of hair curtaining the sides of your face, is brushed aside and tucked behind the cuff of your ear. glancing at iwa, the corner of his mouth is pulled up into a fond smile as his thumb caresses the shell of your ear.
“sorry for teasing you, pretty lady. couldn’t help myself after you sent me that picture looking all pretty in pink.”
“i…” words escape you as his large hand trails down the side of your cheek. you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to do something - it’s almost at the tip of your tongue, before you grab at his wrist and whisper a, “fuck it.”
leaning over the middle, you reach a hand to hold the back of his head as your lips press against his own. lips even softer than they appeared, the lingering taste of his wild cherry lip balm, the same one you owned, tasted sweeter than you remembered. after a moment, of the kiss not being reciprocated, you pull back.
“just had to do it once.” you murmur, lips still tingling.
iwa’s minty breath fans across your face as he releases an airy sigh. “then let’s do it a second time.”
this time his hand wraps loosely around your neck, pulling you towards him, and slanting his mouth over yours. you moan into the kiss as his tongue darts out to tease your lower lip. leaning into him, you almost keel forward as this time he pulls away. slightly breathless, you open your eyes to take in the barely restrained lust and adoration in his handsome features, mimicking you’re own.
“third time’s a charm, right?”
the devilish grin iwa gives you in response to your innocently posed question, has you climbing over the centre console. at the same time he’s rolling the chair back away from the leather steering wheel, making space for you to slide onto his lap and straddle him. molding your lips to his, the feeling of your tongue exploring his mouth and you grinding into him slowly; has him release a hiss as his hands grab at the fullness of your ass.
tugging at his collar, your words are muffled against his mouth. “take this off, now.”
he chuckles at your demand, pulling the hem of his shirt past the bulk of his shoulders and over his head - blindly throwing it to the backseat. you drag your eyes over the sight of his broad chest, taking in every delicious dip of his stomach; leaning forward, your tongue licks a tentative stripe along his neck, that has iwa’s breath hitch before peppering wet kisses along his skin. your hands roam around his toned body, while his own larger ones slide under your top; a searing hot trail following his exploration of your body. he draws small circles at your hips, leading up to hold your waist and bring your even closer against him.
“your turn, baby.” he whispers to you, fisting the bottom half of your top. “be fair to me, i wanna see more of you.”
sitting up straight in his lap, you slip the thin top over your head; following his suit in flinging it to the backseat. your hair brushed past your bare shoulders, exposed skin feeling the chill of the autumn night; but the look in iwa’s olive eyes, irradiated by the moonlight streaming in from the uncovered moonroof, was scorching hot. rough palms, flat against your smooth skin, slid over your tummy, teasing the sheer mesh of your bra, before playing with the baby blue ribbons on the straps.
“y/n.” iwa groans out, tracing the floral stitching and feeling the hardened nubs of your nipples under the fabric. with the moon haloing behind you, the way he stares up at you is so raw and intense, it has you frozen in anticipation. “you look so fucking beautiful in blue.”
he doesn’t wait for your response as he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, freeing your breasts from its confines. iwa’s quick to take a pebbled nub into his hot mouth, suckling as his fingers tweak the other. your fingers thread through his dark locks, when he moves and switches his focus; a lewd string of saliva dragging from your nipple to his pink tongue. stuttered grinding from his mouth distracting you, had you reaching a hand between each other to palm his erection - wanting to ease some of the tension. but iwa’s quick to snatch your hand away.
“iwa...let me touch you?”
releasing you from his mouth, he kisses the pout from your lips. “no, baby, don’t worry about me.”
“why not?” you whine.
“i wanna make you feel real good, gotta prep you for me first. is that okay with you, baby?” he only smiles softly as you start to relax against him. “i need to know if you’re okay with this. care about you so much, i just want you to be comfortable. let me know if you wanna stop right now.”
“no, h-haji...please, i don’t want to stop. i want you so bad. i need you, ah-”
your consent was all he needed before he pulls you back into him, kissing you so slow you feel dizzy; his hands travel low on your body, working the button of your jeans, as your fingers dig into his shoulders. when he breaks away from you, he helps you slip out of the dark denim, tugging each pant leg off until all you wearing is the stringy, baby blue panties that leaves little to the imagination.
“fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” iwa groans out, rubbing a hand across his face as you giggle lightly. while you hover over him, he quickly strips off his pants, kicking them off onto the floor before grabbing onto your hips. “flip around on me, baby. that’s right, face the front.”
settling down onto his lap, the thin cotton of his briefs does nothing to hide the print of his hard-on he’s sporting underneath. and with your back pressed to his warm chest, you roll your hips teasingly into him.
“come on, haji...let me help you.” you huff, continuing to grind against him.
“oi, cut it out.”
his grip on your hips tighten in warning, and you gasp as he manhandles you easily. shifting you around so that the heel of your left foot digs into his thigh, the other secured at the edge of the leather wheel; he has your legs wide open. before you can even think about any stragglers catching you so vulnerable; iwa hooks his arm under your thigh, pads of his fingers brushing over your clothed pussy.
“haaaa~” you breathe out, hips jerking into his touch.
“fuck baby, your panties are soaked.” he continues to tease you over the drenched crotch of your panties. iwa rubs lazy circles, casually sliding under the material to play with your silk folds. his touches have you yearning for more, as you feel yourself slowly going insane as he starts to coat his fingers in your slick.
“mmm...touch me, haji...properly.”
wriggling around in his embrace, you keen once he pulls his hand away from you; holding his fingers before you, showing off how they glisten so prettily in under the moon. and then you watch over your shoulder as he leads his hand to his mouth, and licks his fingers clean.
“you taste so fucking sweet.” he’s quick to bring his fingers back to your drooling pussy, coating his fingers once again, but this time bringing them to your own lips. “here, have a taste for yourself.”
opening your mouth, iwa wastes no time pressing his long digits flat against your tongue. sucking on his fingers, you savour the saccharine essence of your pussy; moaning at your own flavour sending your tastebuds into overdrive. iwa hums, heated gaze taking in the way you take his fingers in your mouth; he slowly pulls them back out with a pop - smiling softly at the way you stare at him, all wide-eyed and wanton.
“should we get you out of these messy panties now, baby?”
at your eager nods, iwa presses a kiss to your shoulder as he has you lift your hips up; slipping your soaked panties off, and placing them on the passenger seat side the two of you. sitting you back down against him, he hooks both arms around the undersides of your thighs, grabbing at your soft flesh and spreading you wide open for him. you whimper when a big hand cups your sex, rough palm brushing against your throbbing clit.
“shh.” iwa coos, entranced with how you’re rolling your hips to grind against his hand. “i got you.”
he presses his thumb against your clit, circling the sensitive bud peaking past your puffy lips; as his middle finger teases your slit. slowly he pushes his finger inside you, a heavy, relieved moan escapes your throat, as he easily slides in and out of you. through heavy lidded eyes you watch as fog clouds the windows of iwa’s truck, the glass steamy; while perspiration collects between your bodies. you’re brought back to focus on iwa, when he teases a second finger against your slit, dipping inside you and stretching you out even more. hissing, you clench around him; the lewd squelches as he fucks you with his thick fingers, has you digging your heels into his thigh and the steering wheel.
the way iwa’s fingers reaches deeper inside than you could ever on your own, and the added stimulation to your clit, has the tightening coil in your belly snap as you cum all over his hand.
“oh baby, feels good doesn’t it?”
“yeshhh...h-haji, mmph-”
he doesn’t stop pumping you with his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm to the end. even when you feel the high descend, twitching at the slight overstim, you expect him to stop. but all he does is bury his face in the crook between your shoulder and neck, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin as the hand not occupied with your pussy, fondles your ass. you lean into him, mewling at his touches when your breath hitches at a new sensation.
“haji, no! it’s dirty!”
the hand at your ass had moved to pet at your puckered hole - completely drenched in your cum, he was sure he could slide a single finger in with ease. and he was right. the feeling of your tight hole being prodded, stretched by the tip of his forefinger, before sucking the entire digit inside - had you throwing your head back in pleasure.
“f-ah-uck! oh shit, nghhh!”
“you gonna cum again for me, baby?”
the feeling of both your ass and pussy being stuffed full of iwa’s fingers is overwhelming. you’re a panting and moaning mess, writhing on top of him. and when the back of your head is thrown back into iwa’s shoulder, all you can see is hazy stars in the sky as you stare up, completely intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers moving inside you - brushing against the thin barrier of skin between your two holes. the familiar pressure in your tummy has you bucking your hips and crying out.
“you’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” he maintains the same steady pace, fucking his fingers into you nice and deep, while working your sensitive clit. its only a few seconds later he hits a particular spot that has you jolting forward, crying out at your sudden release. “shit, that’s right, i can feel you cumming all over my hands again, baby.”
you can barely think straight as your body trembles from the aftershocks of your second orgasm. still in a daze, iwa eases his fingers out of your twitching holes, and you groan at the empty feeling.
“you okay?” iwa asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. you nod, chest heaving as you attempt to steady your breathing. “you think you can cum one more time from my fingers-”
“no!” you grab at his wrists when he moves to play with you again. “i need you inside me, haji. please.”
whatever calm iwa had possessed while pleasuring you had vanished at your words. sticky hands lifted you up by your waist, turning you around to straddle him - while he slightly lowered the back of his seat. lip locked, your hands find themselves wrapped around the nape of his neck, while iwa’s hands grab at your body - stilling your wriggling form as he grinds up into you.
without breaking the kiss, you reach down and ease your fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs; hand brushing against the tip of iwa’s cock. that earns you a muffled groan as he allows you to hover over him and slide the boxer briefs down his muscled thighs. your mouth salivates at the sight of his cock slapping against his toned stomach. he was easily the biggest you’d ever seen, with a thick vein on the underside, and a red, angry tip leaking pre-cum.
“fuck, you’re so big haji.”
he hisses when your hand touches him, you can barely wrap your fingers around him; and you start to question if he could even fit inside you. iwa notices the slight hesitation in your movements.
“we don’t have to.” he reassures, brushing the hair out of your lust filled eyes. “i can play with you some more, or i can eat you out in the back seat-”
“-haji.” you cut him off, stroke him before lining him at your dripping entrance, grinding the leaking tip across your slit. “i’ve wanted this for so long.” lowering yourself, you gasp at the delicious stretch of his tip entering you. “i’ve wanted you for so long. don’t hold back, give me everything.” and with that, you completely impale yourself on his cock.
“fuck, y/n, i can feel you clamping down on me- shit baby, you gotta move.”
lifting one leg at a time, you shift around off of your knees, steadying yourself on your tip toes; before grabbing onto iwa’s shoulders and starting to slowly ride him. his hands roam across your body freely, loving squeezes trailed in their path, as praise after praise is whispered out to you.
“you take my cock so well, fuck.”
your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as you quicken your pace. bouncing yourself faster on his fat cock, iwa’s attention is drawn to to the way your breasts move in front of him; massaging the soft flesh, and then leaning forward to smush his face between them.
“could stay right here forever.” his muffled voice croons.
you whimper at the feeling of his hot tongue dragging a wet trail down the valley between your breasts, and you’re certain plum love bites will have bloomed across your chest by sunrise. your arms shoot up to press against the foggy glass of the moon roof above you, palms pressed flat against the steamy window, handprints painted on the transparent screen - as you bounce harder and faster. the lewd sound of your ass slapping against his thighs and of your pussy sucking him in with each stroke; shows how desperate you are to cum again.
“you’ll cum on my cock, won’t you baby? i can feel how close you are, shit, you’re so close aren’t you?”
the way you ride him gradually becomes sloppier the closer you are to cumming, so when he holds your waist and helps you bounce on him, you cry out in relief.
“f-fuck, feels s’g-good, haji! nghh, yes, yes, yes-!”
only as he reaches a hand down to roll your sensitive clit between his index and thumb, do you fall apart on his cock. your velvety walls spasm around him as he continues to fuck you through your high in chase of his own, overstimming you even more as you cream all over him, tongue lolling out. the sheer intensity of your orgasm has you collapsing forward onto his heaving chest, a babbling mess, while he holds you to him.
“you made such a mess on me, baby.” he huffs out.
“h-haji.” you whimper into his neck, arms looped around his. “s’too sensitive, haaa~”
your knees are by his hips, the tops of your feet pressed against his inner thighs, as he rolls his hips into you. large hands slide down your spine, over the curve of your ass to knead the smooth flesh in his palms.
“just hold on to me baby. you got one last one for me, don’t you?” all you can do is nod, releasing an onslaught of mewls and moans. “that’s a good girl, fuck.”
iwa is relentless in pursuit of his own orgasm - fucking into you at a punishing pace that has your mouth jar open in a silent cry, his truck jolting with each snap of his hips. your juices completely drench his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease, and you’re sure by now your pussy has been shaped out by the imprint of his cock. you can feel him throbbing inside of you, close to his climax; while his fingers dig into your ass shoving you down on his cock, and hitting your sweet spot over and over that you can’t help but gush all over him yet again.
“h-ah-ji, hnghh!” you sob, your body spent and thighs slick with your cum.
iwa only lasts a little longer with the way you were clenching down on him; pulling out of your fucked out pussy, and setting you on his thighs. he fists his cock in his hand, jerking himself a few times before thick, white cum spurts out - coating his entire hand and painting his stomach.
“mmm baby, that was fucking amazing.” he growls out, leaning back into the seat to catch his breath. “d’you feel okay?”
you only hum, entranced by how much cum he spilled. or wasted, you thought to yourself.
“can you reach over to the back and grab the towel in my gym bag, gotta clean us up…” your lack of focus has iwa trailing off. “y/n?”
“we don’t need the towel.”
reaching for the hand covered in his seed, you bring it to your mouth. iwa tries to question what you meant by that, though he’s cut off when you lick a tentative strip across his palm. gathering his cum on your tongue, you swirl his essence around in your mouth, before swallowing. you make a show of taking each finger in your mouth, sucking his cum clean. once his hand is licked clean, you slide down his lap; ready to do the same over his abs.
“you’re so good to me, y/n.” iwa runs his fingers through your hair, and then pats your head. “y/n?” he calls out again, still petting your head just as your about to trace the dips of his stomach with your tongue.
“hmm?”
“y/n? y/n?”
you move back away from him. “what?”
“y/n? oi, y/n? wake up!”
iwa watches as you jolt up from where you had fallen asleep on his lap. makki, who had been hovering over you, moves away as you try to swat at him - a confused look on your face.
“huh?”
“you fell asleep.” makki informs her. “you were interrupting the movie. if you’re that tired, just sleep in one of our rooms.”
lazed out on the other couch, mattsun pipes up; “yeah, you were making these ugly noises and then iwa said you licked his hand, what a weirdo.”
he only clears his throat awkwardly, finding a sudden interest in the beige walls of their living room. he misses the horrified expression on your pretty face, scrunched up in utter embarrassment, before you turn to start arguing with mattsun.
iwa was grateful for the pillow resting over lap, hiding the evident hard-on he was sporting. he wanted to argue with mattsun too, because the sounds you made were definitely far from ugly.
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Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi sfw and nsfw headcannons
desc; NSFW and SFW head-canons of a polyamorous relationship with Shuichi and Kokichi.
warnings; unedited, polyamory, angst, fluff, cussing, SFW and NSFW, F!Reader, they are all living together, praise kink, crying, begging, kokichi has a master kink, brats, brat taming, shuichi has an aural kink exhibitionism kinda? minor dumbification, overstimulation, rough sex, mentions of spanking, pegging, oral(m & f receiving)
Request; (Danganronpa) I don’t use Tumblr that much so I apologize if this is a bad ask but could you write Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi SFW and NSFW head-canons (or imagines whatever’s easier)? I don’t know if you do personality types but if you do could you just make them a tall Fuyuhiko? If that makes sense, fem! Or GN! Pronouns preferably but I don’t mind either. Thank you and it’s fine if you cannot do this
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◊ Shuichi would mostly be the one to take care of the two of you.
◊ He’s like the housewife or mom of the three of you, you two being his babies.
◊ These are just my head-canons but- I think Shuichi’s love language would be words of affirmation, while Kokichi’s would be quality time.
◊ By quality time I mean, well, pranks.
◊ I think Shuichi would need to hear actual words come out your mouths to be 100% sure of something. So when you two say something simple like, an “I love you.” before a call ends or before going to bed, he would feel lovesick.
◊ He thinks about it for the rest of the day with a small pink tint on his cheeks(aw).
◊ Kokichi loves pranks almost as much as he loves the two of you. As silly as it sounds, it makes him feel cared for when the two of his loves aid him in pranking. It’s as if you three were a team, a triple threat.
◊ It makes him feel as if you two truly loved him enough to do evil shit like this with him.
◊ I think Kokichi would be a pretty clingy boyfriend, any time he sees one of you, he would immediately pounce on you.
◊ Kokichi is one for PDA, Shuichi is not. I feel like since he already has anxiety, he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself. Kokichi doesn’t care, he encourages people to look at the 3 of you. As if trying to communicate with everyone, “They are mine, touch them and get your fucking fingers bitten off.”
◊ Kokichi would call you ‘Thing #1’ and Shuichi ‘Thing #2’ just to fuck with you two.
◊ Kokichi loves fucking with you especially, he enjoys your reactions to his pranks and teases. You’re his favourite victim for him; Your tsundere personality, just a cherry on top.
◊ You and Shuichi both enjoy picking Kokichi up at random times, just to annoy him and fluster him. He’d be talking shit to someone, and you would just swoop in and throw his small body over your shoulder.
◊ Shuichi would pick Kokichi up when he saw that he was bothering someone, muttering a small apology before walking off with an angry gremlin in his arms.
◊ I think something Shuichi is afraid of, is every time he leaves you two to go somewhere, he’s afraid that might be the last time he sees you two. So before leaving, he always makes sure he kisses both of you goodbye, no matter what.
◊ During arguments he would stay calm and collected, trying to understand your guys’ perspectives whilst explaining his. But if one of you decided to storm out, he would instantly panic and act fast. He would always stop you and pull you into a hug. No matter how much the other struggled, he wouldn’t let go. He’s so scared of losing one of you ever since the killing game, he doesn’t want to leave you two with something you, Kokichi or he himself didn’t mean to say.
◊ Though if one of you did need some healthy space, he would let you two go but not without a hug or any type of sign that you two still loved him no matter what.
◊ He hates holding grudges. If you and Kokichi decide to be stubborn and hold a grudge against him, he’ll apologize even if he knows it wasn’t his fault. He’d throw away his pride if it meant you two weren’t mad at him anymore.
◊ you and kokichi would sit on the couch together, playing multiplayer games(fortnite-) while cuddling each other. Sometimes Kokichi would be resting on your chest and vice versa.
◊ Shuichi would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, sound asleep after playing games and his heart would do an oopsie.
◊ No, scratch that. Several oopsies.
◊ seeing you two like that makes him realize that there is no limit to how much he loves the two of you.
◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the big spoon cuddling Shuichi while Shuichi cuddled you.
◊ slight nsfw here! unless shuichi had topped kokichi prior to cuddling, then he would be the little spoon, Kichi being too tired to wrap his arms around Shuichi.
◊ being sandwiched between the two of his loves, nowhere else he’d rather be.
≈NSFW≈
◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the whiniest, most disobedient brat.
◊ He claims he’s a top, but we all know he’s lying(as always).
◊ I head-canon Kokichi, a switch with a bottom lean(the times he tops are exhilarating but unfortunately, rare).
◊ He’d constantly rile you or Shuichi up, all because he wanted you to make him sob, beg, and break.
◊ If Shuichi told him too, he would pound you into the mattress as he knew Shuichi was watching, only encouraging him more.
◊ Kokichi loves when your usual cold demeanour fades away as you moan out from how good he’s doing you.
◊ The way you three would have sex would be, either Shuichi fucks Kokichi from behind while Kokichi struggles not to cream inside your pussy, or Shuichi pounds you while you suck Kokichi off.
◊ There are many many variations you three try.
◊ Sometimes you would top the both of them if you somehow gained dominance over the two.
◊ You would get yourself off in front of them as they drooled to get the smallest taste of your dripping cunt. Dominating the both of them by using your pussy as bait.
◊ Sometimes, you would take out the strap and pound into Shuichi as he sucked Kokichi’s dick, resulting in him screaming into Kokichi’s cock.
◊ Shuichi would truly be the cutest sub.
◊ On rare occasions, if Kokichi finds out you two fucked without him, he would top the hell out of both of you.
◊ He would get Shuichi to eat you out as he dicked Shuichi until he was begging for him to stop.
◊ You’d be pleasantly surprised from how long Kokichi can hold out for.
◊ He would torture Shuichi by riding his soft overstimulated dick, as you rid Shuichi’s face, 5 orgasms in. Shuichi would be crying and wincing from the violent bouncing on his oversensitive dick.
◊ If they are both in the topping mood, they’d fuck you from both holes until you were trembling. Those times being your favourite.
◊ Yes, you had a limp for the next few days, but it was worth it.
◊ During the rare times Kokichi tops, he enjoys being called master.
◊ If you or Shuichi refuse to call him that, oh ho ho, you’ll learn to regret it.
◊ Sooner or later, you’re both screaming master desperately; You two looked like blubbering idiots with tears running down your faces.
◊ Sometimes, if Shuichi decides you two have been bad enough, he wouldn’t let you two cum for a week. He’d just fuck you until your orgasm came up and pull away to finish himself.
◊ But if you beg hard enough, Shuichi might take mercy on the both of you.
◊ After some spankings, of course.
◊ I think Shuichi would’ve been a soft dom if not for Kokichi’s consistent teasing. Causing him no choice but to put that brat back in his place.
◊ At first, you would think he’d be a hard bottom because of his timid personality. However, when it comes to Kokichi, he just goes feral.
◊ If you decide to be a brat too and act cold as if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid yeah right, he would insert some sense into you, making you think again.
◊ You would be easier to break than Kokichi, for Kokichi he would have to pound him until he was a blubbering, whimpering mess.
◊ Though Shuichi is a brat tamer and enjoys punishing both of you, he is a bit of a softy.
◊ He constantly tells the both of you how good you two are doing when fucking your brains out. He has a praise kink, receiving and giving. It gets him going when he hears you tell him how good he’s drilling into you, like I said, his love language is ‘words of affirmation.’
◊ He calls you a good girl while he calls Kokichi a good boy during sex. He enjoys being called good boy as well.
◊ At first, he is a bit nervous during sex. But when he hears the moans coming out of the both of you, his demeanour changes. He feels more confident when he knows you’re both enjoying it.
◊ I head-canon him to have an aural kink, the sweet noises he pushes out the two of you being his favourite song.
◊ Once you were all satisfied, Shuichi would switch to concerned mom mode after riding the both of you through several highs(if he topped).
◊ He would clean up the both of you before himself, making sure to be gentle, as to not cause any discomfort.
◊ If Kokichi topped, he would just pass out on the bed with you two, too tired to move. He decided to shower with you all once you all woke up.
◊ if you topped, you would cradle the both of them and praise your boys for doing good, kissing their puffy faces(from crying), letting them use your breasts as pillows.
note; i added some new things, did you notice it? ›:) again, i apologize for the wait, i have tons of request to do(which i’m actually pretty happy about)! i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it!
edit: fuck did I make this too long?
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what about college au + yamaguchi
College AU + Yamaguchi
"If you keep staring like that, you're gonna get slapped with a restraining order."
Yamaguchi gasped, shooting a panicked glare over to Kenma as his finger came up to his lips in a silent plea to 'please god shut the fuck up.'
"Will you shush? They're gonna hear you," Yamaguchi whispered as he buried his reddened face into his hands.
"Tadashi, you've been ogling the TA for nearly three months now. Do you plan on making a move? Or are you just gonna pine hopelessly until the semester ends?" Kenma barely spared a glance toward Yamaguchi, finding the contents of his phone far more interesting than his olive haired friend floundering at the mere mention of their utterly adorable teaching assistant.
"I will! Soon. Probably. Maybe." Yamaguchi's eyes landed on you once more, watching as you leaned over to help another student with their current assignment. He looked like a lovelorn puppy as he fawned over you from across the room, hand coming up to rest on his cheek as he sighed. Kenma snorted.
"Preferably before we die." Yams turned to throw an equally snippy comment back his way, but squeaked when he saw you coming over to them with a smile.
"Kenmathey'recomingoverhereohgodwhatdoIdo-"
"Hey guys! How're you doin'? Were you guys able to grasp the material okay?" Yamaguchi was 90 percent sure his soul ascended from his body, but he managed to utter out a weak nod nonetheless. When you walked over to his side and leaned down to take a look at his laptop, that 10 percent of uncertainty jumped ship, leaving only the husk of Tadashi Yamaguchi in its wake.
"Wow Yamaguchi, I'm impressed! This stuff isn't easy, but you picked it up pretty quickly!" He bloomed at the praise; a deep blush spread across his cheeks as he mustered a sheepish grin.
"T-thank you, L/n!"
His heart (and his mind) stuttered at the way you grinned at him, the pride beaming off of you like sunshine. He subconsciously shrunk in his seat as any words he tried to muster died before they reached his tongue - all he could do was stare as you worked your magic on his laptop, tidying up and making sure the code was dry as possible. He was stunned, nervous, utterly enamored - nauseous? No, lovesick - and it wasn't until he realized he was no longer watching you that he noticed you had made your way over to Kenma's laptop.
"Woah, hey, nice use of Context. You're ahead of the game, Ken."
"Thanks, Y/n." Kenma shot Yamaguchi a look - one that anybody who didn't know Kenma would assume was apathetic at best - but Yams took note of the smugness that oozed off him and, quite frankly, he didn't appreciate it at all.
As soon as you were out of ear shot, Yamaguchi spun toward Kenma with narrowed eyes. "Two can play at that game, you know. What's the name of your chemistry TA again? Kuroo?" Kenma's face fell into a scowl and he straightened in his seat, turning his attention back to his laptop with pink ears. Yamaguchi snickered before turning his attention back to his own laptop, giving his code a once over before deeming it acceptable to submit. Once he reached the bottom of the component, he froze, eyes wide as he met your gaze. You threw him a small wave and a shy smile, and Yamaguchi felt a whirlwind of confidence as he nudged Kenma with a grin and pointed to his screen.
'//If only I had overheard you three months ago :) call me @ xxx-xxx-xxxx’
Okay, maybe making a move would be easier than he thought.
a/n - yams deserves more love!! love this bundle of chaotic nerves, he's such a little gremlin I love him so much<3 Also you just know kenma and yamaguchi would bond if they ended up taking the same major together. I tried my best to use what very limited coding knowledge I've retained from the course I had taken last year but tbh I have no idea if it's coherent lmaooo, oh well - not the end of the world. Hope you guys enjoy!!
Requests are Open!
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the in-between | iii (kuroo tetsurou)
➵ it took you and kuroo far too long to learn that love was never singularly defined. it can be both striking and understated, sudden and unhurried, gentle and all-consuming. and most of all, it can be anything else in-between.
wc: 7.2k (part 3 of 3)
warnings: f!reader, depiction of anxiety & mentions of depression (kind of)
a/n: a grand final thank you to @w-yuren once again for going through ALL OF THIS,,, anyway, i hope you enjoy this finally!
m.list | ch. 2 ↞ ch. 3
"You gotta make sure you squish it down," Kuroo said, patting his hair.
"I know," you laughed, on your tiptoes as you balanced yourself on one of his shoulders. You tried not to think too much about how close the two of you were, and how unnecessary it was. Measuring the heights of the rest of the team hadn’t felt this weird. Was it because you’d stood on a step ladder for the other behemoths of the team? Was it because Kuroo was kind of attractive? Hard to say.
You really should’ve just used the step ladder. That way, you wouldn’t have to rely on your admittedly shoddy sense of balance–
Oh shit. You felt yourself falling backwards, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepared for your inevitable and humiliating collision with the gym floor.
But you didn’t fall. A pair of hands grabbed you, hoisting you up.
You opened your eyes.
He may have had a shit-eating grin on his face, but the look that Kuroo was giving you was undeniably fond. Although, fond in the way you might look at a puppy that was chasing its own tail.
His hands were on your waist. You’re close, closer than you’d ever been before. You looked up at him, unable to shake the feeling that this was a bit like something out of a shoujo manga.
"You and your damn lack of balance," he chuckled, that aggravating smile of his painting his lips. "You've really gotta do something about that, you know."
"I'm well aware," you huffed, plopping your heels back on the ground. You tried to ignore the hammering in your chest and the way you couldn’t take your eyes away from his face. You tried to stop your mind from flicking back to the day he’d been crowned captain, and how it had felt to be in his arms like that.
You’re doing a rather shit job at it, really. So instead you half-dove for your notebook, jotting down his height. You’d already prepared all the measurements from the last assessment in order to compare them.
"You've barely grown," you mused, brows all furrowed as you looked at the notebook.
"As long as I'm still taller than Bokuto, it's fine."
You laughed. He's glad for it. "Isn't he catching up to you?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.
Kuroo waved a hand. "We don't talk about that."
You smiled, taking the opportunity to jog over to Coach Nekomata and hand him these new stats. You really needed a moment to distance yourself from him, to let yourself catch your breath.
Those weird little feelings had been cropping up more and more. Frankly, they were annoying. You enjoyed your friendship with Kuroo. It was comfortable. It was safe. And you didn’t know what you’d do without it. Feeling… whatever it was that you were feeling could jeopardise that. So, you were determined to suppress them as aggressively as you could.
Meanwhile, he’s trying to get the thought of just how pretty you looked in his arms out of his own head.
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[YOU] 8:31 PM: if i told you you've shrunk a few mms since last year, what would you do?
[taller than bokuto (for now)] 8:31 PM: don't even joke about that
[taller than bokuto (for now)] 8:31 PM: i’m a respectable 187.9cm thank you very much
[taller than bokuto (for now)] 8:32 PM: that's basically 188. and up from, what? 186.4 cm last year?
[YOU] 8:32 PM: aw you sound just like yaku
[taller than bokuto (for now)] 8:32 PM: now that's just uncalled for
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Your approach to training camp was quite similar to how a zoo animal might respond to being released into the wild. Excitement, followed by a brief spurt of anxiety, and then flitting about relentlessly as you experienced all you could.
He hadn’t had many chances to talk to you, given how busy you both were. He was actually kind of miffed at that, much to his own surprise. But, he knew it’d only be for a week.
You were always with the other managers, sorting out food and water, and making sure that everyone was doing okay. You had some friends on Karasuno, too, and you’d been taking the time to catch up with them.
Somewhere along the way, you’d ended up becoming friends with Bokuto of all people. You’d been acquainted before from previous practice matches, but for some reason you’d really clicked at this camp.
And that was fine. Wonderful, even. But sometimes Kuroo really needed your help to control the kids, but he never knew where you were.
At that moment, he needed you to whip Lev into shape. So he was doing his daily scan of the gym, hoping to catch sight of you.
Ah. There you were.
You were peering at… something, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out just a little. You were sitting on the gym floor, hunched over your knees. You looked like a little gremlin. It's kind of cute, but he's not going to say that.
"What're you thinking about?" Kuroo flopped down next to you, legs spread wide.
You nudged him with your foot. "Give me some space, would you?"
"Nah," he shrugged, spreading his legs even wider.
“You doing alright?” You murmured, slumping down to sit properly.
“Lev’s being a little shit,” Kuroo said, “I need you to talk to him.”
“Same as always, then,” you smiled. But, you still weren’t looking at him. Your gaze was somewhere else entirely. Frowning, Kuroo did his best to follow your gaze across the busy gym.
Were you looking at… Bokuto?
He glanced back at your face, trying not to get distracted by your eyes as he followed your gaze once more.
Yeah. There's no way you weren’t.
Bokuto was two courts away, rapt in deep conversation with Akaashi. Kuroo knew, deep in his heart, that it was probably about something stupid. But nonetheless, you were staring at him.
"Don't tell me you have a thing for dumbasses," Kuroo chuckled, trying to ignore that weird little pit forming in his stomach.
"And what if I did?" You hummed, tilting your head.
"Really?" Kuroo scoffed. "Bokuto's your type?"
You used to be so easy to fluster. But you knew each other too well now.
If he wanted to know if you really thought about Bokuto that way, he’d have to be bolder.
He wished he could ask the question more directly. He wished he could ask in a way that'd get him a definite answer.
You grinned, shaking your head. "I'm not admiring him, if that's what you're asking."
"Then why are you staring at him like some kind of superfan?"
"He's just… serotonin in human form," you shrugged. "Literally, he's always smiling about something." You bit your lip. "I don't know, he just seems like someone who's… always making people… happy."
Kuroo snorted. "You really don't know him very well."
"Hey, don't be mean!" You slapped his arm gently for that one.
"I wasn't insulting him!" Kuroo grinned, holding up his hands. "I'm just saying–"
"I thought you were friends."
"We are!" Kuroo couldn’t tell if you were genuinely upset or not. "I just… not sure if his team would agree with you on that," he grinned. "Have you seen him in a slump?"
You shrugged. "Not my problem." A pause. "Thank God."
Kuroo chuckled. "You know, I can put in a good word for you if you'd like." He didn’t know why he offered. Maybe to ignore that swell in his stomach. Maybe to hear you say 'no thanks.’
You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. He thanked whatever deity was looking over him.
"Can't I just admire someone for being a good person, Tetsu?"
He didn’t miss a beat. He quirked an eyebrow at you. "Calling me that here, huh?" A grin swept across his face before he could suppress it. "What if people hear you? They might get the wrong idea."
You blushed at his words. You blushed. He didn’t know why he loved it so much when you did.
"Shut up," you mumbled, crossing your arms. It's like you’re shrinking. Some part of him, unruly and foolish, wanted to wrap his arms around you.
Instead, he smiled, reaching up to ruffle your hair. "I don't mind, at least."
You glared at him. You didn’t know how that name had come out of your mouth. You’re still not sure if it's okay for you to call him that. You just knew that the little smile that touched his lips whenever you used that nickname made you happy.
But it's a small fondness; the sort that made you feel all giddy inside, but usually went unnoticed regardless.
But nothing went unnoticed with Kuroo. No remark, no glance. He's infuriatingly observant.
You finally understood what his opponents must feel.
His hand was still tangled in your hair. Neither of you had broken eye contact; and you’d been looking at each other for much longer than usual. There’s a voice in the back of your mind, begging you not to let your mind wander. But it’s hard, when you’re this close. When he felt barely a breath away. Your ears thrummed as you came back down to earth, the pounding of volleyballs and the chatter of far too many sweaty boys reminding you of where you are.
"Hey, Kuroo!”
A voice called out. You’re not quite sure who it belonged to. You’re too distracted by the look in his eyes.
His head whipped around, brow creased ever so slightly. But it was enough for you to know he's annoyed. You wouldn’t let yourself wonder why.
But he's up on his feet, and the air suddenly felt a lot cooler. And you couldn’t help but wonder, 'what was that?’
As he walked away, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About Bokuto. About the fact he's so bothered by the mere thought that you might have a crush on his friend. You’d said you didn’t like him, right? That should’ve been enough. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. There's something about it being someone he knew that got on his nerves.
He’d convinced himself that this wasn’t love. So why did he feel like this?
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[a respectable 187.9cm] 11:54 PM: i literally cannot believe that bokuto’s your type
[YOU] 11:54 PM: okay FIRST OF ALL
[YOU] 11:54 PM: i told you he’s not my type omfg i can’t believe you’re still thinking about this
[YOU] 11:54 PM: second of all
[YOU] 11:54 PM: tetsu you should be asleep
[YOU] 11:55 PM: go to sleep or there’ll be consequences
[a respectable 187.9cm] 11:55 PM: i just
[a respectable 187.9cm] 11:55 PM: i thought you’d have better taste than that, you know?
[YOU] 11:55 PM: I Am Going To Kill You
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“Okay,” Kuroo nodded, pen in hand. “So what exactly are you worried about?”
You were both sat at the desk in your room, huddled over a textbook. You’d been trying to pay attention, but you just couldn’t. Your brain was too frazzled from stress. And Kuroo, as always, had picked up on that.
You took a deep breath, straightening out your shoulders. Quite frankly, you were worried about a lot. But, you weren’t about to drop every single little anxiety you had on him all at once.
“It’s the uni exams, right?” He asked, tilting his head at you. “Amongst other things.”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah…”
“Did you want to do more practice exams?” He asked, reaching for his laptop.
You shook your head. “No, I’m just…” You took another deep breath, your fists balling in the fabric of your sweatpants. “I feel like I can’t keep up with all the content we’ve been learning, and I genuinely have no idea what I’m going to do if I bomb the entrance exams.”
Kuroo gazed at you with just the right amount of sympathy.
“My chemistry grade’s been improving, yes, but I feel like…” You took another deep breath, trying to ground yourself. “It’s been… really, really hard trying to stay on top of everything, and… and I don’t even know what I want to do with my life, so I have no idea how hard I’m supposed to be working, or what I’m supposed to be focused on, and… and I’m scared, and I’m worried I’m letting people down, and I’m.. I’m scared that I’m not going to do anything meaningful with my life, and–”
Your words caught in your throat as you felt a hand on your head, smoothing over your hair. It wasn’t an unusual spiel for you; Kuroo was quite used to them. And he was getting better and better at handling them.
“Listen,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I know it’s hard for you to see your own merits. And I know that things are getting pretty overwhelming. But you’ve got to have faith in yourself.”
You swallowed, leaning into his touch instinctively.
“I know that’s easier said than done, but you’re smarter than you think you are,” he said, giving your arm a squeeze. “You’ve improved a lot over this past year, you know? You finally know what a compound is!”
“Hey,” you whined.
“I know, I know,” he grinned, hand now ruffling your hair. “But believe me. You can do this. I know you can.”
You bit your lip. Oh, no. Your chest was constricting again.
“I’m just… scared,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.
“I know,” he murmured, giving your arm another a light squeeze. “Let’s take this one step at a time, yeah?”
You nodded, but you didn’t lift your head back up. You kept staring at your balled up fists, trying your best to take a long, measured breath, in the hopes that doing so would help ground you.
Don’t think too much. Just focus on the moment. On his voice.
“Hey,” he murmured, unlooping his arm from your shoulders and instead taking your hand. You flinched at the suddenness of it, but you didn’t pull away. He brought his pen to the back of your hand, the nib tickling you as he scribbled something over your skin.
It’s going to be okay. You can do this. Those words stared at you from the back of your hand, emblazoned in Kuroo’s chicken-scratch script.
He’d always been saying this sort of stuff to you. He’d always been trying to help ground you, to bring you back down to earth. And above it all, he’d always had an unshakeable faith in you. A faith you didn’t quite feel like you deserved. But he was always there, always supporting you.
He meant more to you than you could even put into words.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt an all-too-familiar sting in them. “I didn’t mean to freak out on you, I’m–”
“No,” Kuroo shook his head, smiling at you. “Don’t do that.”
You bit your lip. He hated it when you apologised for stuff like this. Totally unwarranted, he’d said.
“Do you still have it?” Kuroo asked, letting go of your hand.
You dug around in your bag, pulling out a little booklet. “This thing?”
He grinned. “Yeah. You told me it’d be useful.”
“It has been,” you murmured, fiddling with the corner of the booklet.
You’d been a little surprised when he’d first handed it to you a few months ago, but now it was well-worn. It was a collection of articles, each one dedicated to different types of coping strategies for all sorts of problems. Stress, anxiety, melancholy, a lack of motivation… any potential problem you could face, he’d found at least a handful of potential solutions for.
Honestly, you weren’t sure if things would be running so smoothly if it wasn’t for him. Kuroo was the sort of person who always liked to be on top of things – ‘it gives me more time to goof off,’ he’d said. But you knew that he also wanted to do well; to see his hard work pay off, to get into a good university, and to make his family proud.
And he’d helped you stay on top of things as well. His timetables and this booklet were just one small part of that.
As you ran your thumb over the booklet, a lump began to form in your throat.
You really couldn’t have predicted that the two of you would get so close. And each and every day, you grew closer still.
You’d noticed the little affections between the two of you. The way your hands would brush when he walked you home. The way you leant against one another whenever you had movie nights. They way his hand always lingered in your hair when he ruffled it. They were only little moments, nothing particularly grand. It was nothing that transgressed either of your boundaries. Everything you shared was nebulously platonic; more a testament to just how comfortable you really were with each other than to any undercurrent that ran differently to friendship.
But you knew that some part of you wanted it to speak to something else. That frightened you.
And yet, romance didn’t cover it nicely. It felt almost disrespectful to try and think of your feelings that way. You had the suspicion that this love of yours didn’t fall neatly into either camp.
There’s so much at play – he meant so much to you, and you honestly couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. Where would you be? Who would you be?
You loved Kuroo Tetsurou. Deeply. And you had for a while.
Your love for him was somewhere in the in-between. There’s a wealth of feeling here, deep and powerful and intimidating. But you were scared of the grey. Scared of what it meant. Scared of how those feelings might express themselves. And you had no idea what he was feeling. No idea if he was even on the same page. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him uncomfortable.
So, it’s easier to call them platonic. For the sake of your friendship, if nothing else.
✉
[passable at best] 11:34 PM: i hope you’re asleep right now
[passable at best] 11:34 PM: but don’t forget to look after yourself, okay?
[passable at best] 11:34 PM: i know you’re really stressed, but don’t forget to eat well and keep your fluids up
[passable at best] 11:35 PM: and when you’re stressed, take a deep breath
[passable at best] 11:35 PM: your brain needs the oxygen, if it’s going to run smoothly ;)
✧ ✧ ✧
It took everything within you not to squeal at the top of your lungs as you watched that final spike from Yamamoto go flying off the hand of one of Nohebi’s blockers.
Your kids had done it. They’d won.
You’re running on pure adrenaline as you launched yourself in the air, jumping being the only way to properly express your delight. Yamamoto dashed towards you, hands held up. You high-fived him with a grin, saying something that you were sure was totally incoherent. But you just didn’t quite know how to put your overwhelming pride into words.
Lev was next, running at you while screaming. You screamed back, standing on your tip-toes in an attempt to ruffle his hair. Oh, you had words for him; but you’d wait until you’d calmed down a bit.
There was someone in particular that you wanted to see, though. Someone–
“Oi!” You flinched, turning around.
Kuroo. With his arms spread wide, already anticipating you.
You threw yourself into his embrace, and his arms found their way around your waist. He wanted nothing more than to be close to you, to share the joy and elation coursing through his veins. What he wanted most, in that moment, was to be with you.
You melted into him, your face nestled in the crook of his neck. And then, he knew.
It’s love.
It’s not love in the way it’s always been sold to him. It’s not a love that burns bright with passion and spectacle.
But it’s how he loves you. It’s a quiet, peaceful love, an impressionist watercolour of every shade and tone of affection.
You looked up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with joy.
And he wondered, in that moment, if he should kiss you.
You’re looking up at him with such resolve, such determination that he felt like maybe, just maybe, the things he'd dreamt of might be possible.
There's a pleasant remembrance, a deep gratitude for the fact that all this time, you’d been there. Supporting him. Like you always had.
But it wasn't time to think about it. You’re still technically on the court, and there were so many people around. He wasn’t going to put you on the spot like that.
He merely wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you into his chest. "I can't thank you enough, you know."
"Me?" Your face was burning red, and you’re glad he couldn’t see that.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, resisting the urge to kiss the top of your head. “You’ve done a lot for me. Both as a manager, and as a friend.”
Your arms were around his waist, and you squeezed him tight for just a moment. “You too.”
He knew he should let you go. He knew that the two of you had been entwined like this for far too long to pass it off as platonic. But he didn’t want to let go. He wanted this moment to last forever.
He only found the courage to let you go when Lev came thundering towards the two of you, arms raised above his head and elated smile on his face. Kuroo managed to release you, watching with an unabashedly fond smile as Lev gave you a highly dramatised play-by play of the game you’d just been watching.
But you were smiling, all the way up to your eyes. And for Kuroo, part of loving you was feeling nothing but joy when he saw that look on your face.
And he knew he would be blessed with that sight for the rest of the evening.
By the time you’d all left the stadium, you and Yaku were in tears. The first years were flitting around, offering you both a copious amount of tissues. Both of you refused them, content on just using your shirts.
Usually, the sight of you in tears would break his heart. But he knew these were happy tears. And he wouldn’t trade that brilliant smile that accompanied them for anything.
You’d calmed down a bit by the time you all settled into a nearby ramen joint. The tears had stopped, replaced by nothing but high spirits. Kuroo, for one, was having the time of his life. There wasn’t much time to just let go these days; entrance exams were closer than he wanted them to be, and finals were growing more and more imminent. And that wasn’t even taking volleyball into account.
But for now, he could lose himself in this moment; in sharing his glee with this team that he loved so much, that he’d fought alongside with everything he had.
And you, of course.
As he sat next to you, watching your face light up as you spoke to Kai about nothing of consequence, he knew that he was done with tip-toeing around the issue. Done with denying his feelings. He knew that he’s feeling something on top of friendship. Not instead of it, but alongside it. And maybe that was the realisation he should’ve come to a while ago.
But that didn’t matter. He knew now. He had to say something.
He tried his best as he walked you home. But confessing was harder than he’d given it credit for.
You were chatting away so animatedly about how proud you were, your entire face lit from within by nothing but pure adoration for your kids. You even pulled out specific examples from today’s game, complimenting each person who’d been on the court.
Seeing you like this made him so soft. So fond.
And he wanted to kiss you really, really badly.
Say something, he thought to himself. Say something, you absolute idiot.
“And Lev,” you breathed, a hand on his chest. “Can you believe it?”
Kuroo chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll be honest, I thought it’d take a bit longer for the whole teammate thing to click.”
“I’m so proud of him,” you said, shaking your head. “He’s grown so much in just one year.”
So have you, Kuroo thought to himself.
“Will Yaku be okay?” You asked, looking up at him. Fuck, you were so pretty.
“He should be,” Kuroo nodded. “Honestly, at least that sprain means he’s obligated to take a couple days rest.”
You grinned. “That’s true.”
Your arm kept brushing against his, your hands so close to touching.
Why were his palms so sweaty? He might’ve reached out and taken your hand if his own didn’t feel so gross.
Fuck. You’ve already reached your house.
“Well,” you sighed, rocking on your feet a little. “Thanks.”
“For what?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“For tricking me into being your manager,” you laughed, moving to stand right in front of him. “It’s been fun.”
“Geez, you don’t have to say it like it’s over.” He scoffed, too nervous to reach out and ruffle your hair like he usually would.
“Sorry,” you grinned. “I’m just… happy.”
“Me too,” he admitted.
You smiled at him, eyes bright and full of wonder. Were you letting the moment linger? Did you not want this to end either? Was there any possibility that you felt the same way he did?
Do it, he thought to himself. She’s right there. Just… just do it.
Something in your face shifted. Just a little. But you stepped back, giving him a resolute nod.
The moment was gone.
“Make sure you get plenty of rest, okay?” You smiled at him.
Do something, he pleaded.
But the adrenaline’s gone. That bright flame of courage he’d felt when you were in his arms had flickered out. And now you felt just out of reach.
“I will,” he nodded.
By the time you made it up to your room, you knew.
You threw yourself on the bed, burying your head in your pillow.
He was going to kiss you.
You could see it in his eyes. In how he’d looked at you in his arms at the stadium. In the way he’d hesitated before dropping you home.
You’d wanted him to kiss you. You’d felt nothing but crushing disappointment when he hadn’t.
You rolled over onto your back, staring at your ceiling for a second. You took a few deep breaths – just as that little booklet of yours instructed you to. You needed to calm down. To sort out your thoughts.
You sat up, reaching for the photo album sitting on your bedside table.
It was his birthday tomorrow. It’d been lost in the hub-bub of the qualifiers, but you’d been preparing this gift for a couple of months now. You just had to get the photos from today printed, and it’d be complete.
You flicked through the last few pages, gazing over the pictures of the past few months with a strange lump in your throat.
It hit you as you looked at his face in one photo. It’s decorated with a genuine smile as he gazed at you, sat next to him in a little booth at a ramen joint. You’re not doing anything special. Just laughing, probably at something stupid he had said. But he looked so happy, and that made your heart ache in the way it only did for him.
You couldn’t chalk your feelings up as just friendship. You had feelings for Kuroo Tetsurou, and they’re multiplicious. They’re something in-between friendship and romance, something you hadn’t given shape and form to.
But they’re something you wanted to explore.
✉
[YOU] 8:43 PM: hey
[YOU] 8:43 PM: i don’t think i made it clear enough today, but i’m so proud of you
[tetsuwu] 8:44 PM: yeah, the team really gave it their all
[YOU] 8:44 PM: they did! but i meant, like you. i’m proud of you
[tetsuwu] 8:47 PM: oi
[YOU] 8:47 PM: ????
[tetsuwu] 8:48 PM: what did i say about warning a guy before you say sappy stuff like that?
[YOU] 8:48 PM: look, i just wanted to let you know! and you should really be proud of yourself, you know?
[tetsuwu] 8:49 PM: just. give me a moment
[tetsuwu] 8:50 PM: also did you have to change my name back to tetsuwu?
[YOU] 8:50 PM: it’s a classic :)
✧ ✧ ✧
Birthday mornings were always a gamble in the Kuroo household.
Was the rest of the family going to pretend they forgot? Were they going to be standing in the corner of your room, waiting for you to wake up and scream? Were they going to be hiding in the garden as you woke up to an empty house?
Most years he tried to wake up early to get the jump on them. But he’d permitted himself a sleep-in, just this once.
He’d been up late, after all, cursing himself out for being such a coward. The thought’s still with him when he woke up.
He had to push it out of his mind. There was a lot to be happy about – a spot at nationals, a chance to make the Battle At The Garbage Dump actually happen, his birthday. He knew he shouldn’t dwell too much on you. He also had to check on Kenma; chances were he was suffering from a fever, as usual.
He’d confess. Eventually. But first he had to actually enjoy his birthday.
And the only way to kick that off was with a tea.
He’s still a bit bleary from sleep as he walked into the kitchen, intent only on getting some caffeine into his body. He didn’t need to peek at the mirror to know that he looked like a damn mess. His family would chew him out for it regardless.
So he tried to steel himself for the typical morning tirade, playful jabs that he had to be lucid enough to return.
What he didn’t steel himself for, however, was seeing you standing in his kitchen.
He froze. What were you doing here? Why were you speaking to his grandmother? Why did you look so cute in your jumper?
The questions flooded his mind all at once, a mental labyrinth that he couldn’t quite make his way through.
Your arms were around his neck before he even had the chance to process it.
“Happy birthday!”
Oh, oh–
He’d been awake for barely fifteen minutes, and he had to act like this wasn’t making him melt into a puddle? His mind was back at the play-offs, his arms around your waist as you pressed your body against his. He needed to regain his composure, and desperately.
“Thanks,” he managed to mumble out, his arms hovering awkwardly above your waist.
At that moment, he locked eyes with his grandmother. Her face was plastered with the trademark Kuroo grin, and she winked at him.
That’s it. His composure was completely in shambles. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away from him, giving him the space he needed to think clearly.
“So…” He cleared his throat, one hand pressed on his neck as if to ground himself. “What are you doing here?”
Your face fell ever so slightly, and it broke his heart.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You frowned, tilting your head at him. “It’s your birthday. I wanted to come and say hi.”
He locked eyes with his grandmother again. She took a sip of her tea.
“Let’s… let’s go to my room,” he suggested, painfully aware of the fact that the flush in his cheeks had made its way to his neck. It’s not ideal, being alone with you in his room when he’s feeling like this. But if he was going to embarrass himself, he’d prefer to do it somewhere his grandmother couldn’t watch.
He didn’t wait for your response.
He turned on his heels, stalking out of the kitchen as quickly as he could.
He’d wanted at least twenty-four hours to pull himself together. At least. Then maybe he would’ve stood a chance while talking to you. But here you were, one of the first faces he’d seen today. How long had he been awake? Twenty minutes?
This was, quite frankly, a disaster.
He thundered into his room and sat himself on his bed, back a little too straight and hands balled up in his lap.
You sat yourself down next to him after shutting his door, close enough to make him a little more nervous. You’ve got a gift bag in your hand and a look of concern painted on your face.
“Tetsu, are you okay?”
Did you have to use his nickname? You’d called him that plenty of times before, but now it just felt… strange. Now it made his stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.
“Yeah,” he blushed, looking away from you. “Do I seem… not okay?”
“You seem uneasy.”
Idiot, he thought to himself. Of course you’d be able to read him. And it’s not like he’s being subtle.
“I’m fine,” he said, trying to replicate his usual easy smile. “Just feeling old, you know?”
You laughed. “Sure.”
He could feel his face burning up. And he could feel you watching him. That just made it worse.
He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he even wanted to say. Blurting out a confession wasn’t the best way to go about it. But he didn’t even know how to start a conversation with you right now.
“I, uh… I brought you something,” you said, holding out the bag.
He took it with a nod, setting it in his lap. Okay. This was a start. At the very least, he now had something to talk to you about.
He took a deep breath as he reached into the bag, pulling out a thick, square-shaped present. Peering into the bag, he caught sight of an envelope.
“Read the letter later, please,” you said, your cheeks a little pink.
He nodded. You probably got all sappy in it. If he read it now, he’d probably explode.
“You can open the present, though,” you said, gesturing to it.
“Right,” he mumbled, taking a second to collect himself before tearing into the wrapping.
It’s a photo album. The photo you’d slipped into the cover was one of the team, collapsed in a human pile as they beamed at the camera.
He looked at you tentatively. You offered him a beautiful smile.
“I hope you like it,” you said, a hint of blush to your cheeks.
He already knew he would.
But he wasn’t ready for the absolute flood of emotions that was stuffed between these pages. There was that time from second year, when the team had gone to a theme park. It was just after Kenma had started to bleach his hair. Kuroo, Yaku and Kai beamed up from the page, completely unaware of Yamamoto pulling a face in the background.
There’s the day you, Kuroo and Kenma had gone to get ice cream in celebration of Kuroo’s captaincy. Kuroo’s beaming at the camera, one arm looped around Kenma’s shoulder. It’s only slightly, but Kenma’s smiling, too.
There’s a selfie from that trip to the temple, both your cheeks flushed. He couldn’t tell if it’s from the cold or from the promises you’d made that day.
There’s photos from the New Years’ Festival you’d both attended with Yaku and Kai. You’re all dressed up in your nicest clothes, pressed together for a poorly lit selfie.
There’s the first group photo from this year, the entire team huddled together. The taller guys had to hunch to accommodate the likes of Yaku, even if they weren’t about to say it out loud. But, half of Lev’s head still got cut off.
And that’s just a handful of them. His heart was already overwhelmed as he flicked through countless photos of birthday celebrations, the training camp, and many other little moments he’d forgotten about.
There’s even photos from yesterday, each member of the team grinning like idiots.
The tears welled up before he could stop them.
He wasn’t the sort to get sentimental. But this just got to him. Seeing every happy, joyful memory of the past two years made him feel like he was about to collapse in on himself. It filled him with a certain sense of adoration that he couldn’t hold back.
He covered his face with his hands, bending over.
“Hey,” you murmured, placing a hand on his back. “You alright?”
“I’m–” He choked on his words, clearing his throat. “I’m great.”
When he finally dropped his hands and let you see his face, your heart stuttered. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, his nose was all red, and his cheeks were flushed a deep, deep scarlet. But you didn’t have time to process it.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you towards him. You conceded, resting your face in the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around his chest. He’s warm, comforting.
"I wouldn't be who I am today without you."
His breath fanned your neck as he said those words. And as fuzzy as that made your mind, you knew you felt the same way.
You genuinely couldn’t imagine who you’d be without him. He’d had such an impact on you, and you couldn’t be more grateful for all the ways he’d helped you grow as a person.
And you knew now that, it’s okay to love him in the in-between. You didn’t need to be afraid of how you felt. You could love him in all sorts of ways; in ways that were cleanly defined, and in ways that weren’t. You could love him as you needed to. As you’re able to.
"Me neither," you mumbled.
He drew back, bringing one of his hands to cup your cheek. You didn’t shy away.
He was looking at you with such affection, his eyes still a little watery, still a little red. You loved this Kuroo – this big, dense softie.
His thumb ran over your cheek gently, and you hoped your face didn’t look as flushed as it felt.
He thought you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
“Can I kiss you?” His words were soft, his voice low and gentle.
You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, your mind abuzz with excitement, nervousness and everything in-between.
You managed to nod.
The smile on his face rivalled even the most beautiful sunrise you’d ever seen.
When his lips met yours, you felt everything from elation to relief. Elation at being able to hold him like this. Relief that you could finally hold him in all the ways you wanted to.
His lips were softer than you’d expected them to be, and his touch so gentle and hesitant that you felt like you’re about to melt.
But there’s desperation in this kiss, a testament to all the build-up. You wanted more of him. You wanted to give him more of you.
He pulled you into his lap gently, both hands on your waist. One of your hands was twined in his hair, the other running over his shoulder and collarbone with a feather-light touch. You’re just so glad, so grateful that you finally get to be with him like this.
His hands moved from your waist, to your hips, to your thighs, to your shoulders. The only thought running through his brain was you – how good it felt to kiss you, how exhilarating it felt to hold you close to him like this with no hesitation, how it felt like he’d waited his whole life for this. For you.
Some part of his brain thought that was oh-so-adolescent and stupid. Most of his brain didn’t care.
You pulled away, lips pink and cheeks flushed. He blinked at you, dazed and a little startled. How did your post-kissing face look so cute and pretty? Why hadn’t he kissed you sooner? Why’d he deprived you both of this for so long?
“Tetsu,” you hummed, cupping his face in your hands.
“Hm?”
“Your family is home.”
“Oh,” he swallowed, a little embarrassed by how much he’d let his mind wander. “Yeah.” You both knew that his grandmother wasn’t the type to knock.
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his nose.
He smiled at you. A sudden swell of gratitude gripped his heart; you felt the same way as he did. You hadn’t necessarily traded those words yet, but he had a feeling that they were in that letter you’d written for him.
But you didn’t need to talk about it right now. You could just enjoy this moment. Enjoy the fact that neither of you were holding back anymore.
He couldn’t wait to tell Kenma–
Oh shit. Kenma.
“You alright?” You asked, brushing his fringe out of his face.
“Huh?” He asked, blinking at you.
“Your face went all weird,” you pouted.
“I just remembered that I’ve gotta go check on Kenma,” he said, resting his hands on your hips. “I want to make sure he hasn’t got a fever from yesterday.”
Oh. Oh. Your heart was going again.
There was a lot you could say about Kuroo Tetsurou. And there were so many things you couldn’t put into words. You adored him. You adored him for his perspective on things, for how he always managed to bring you back down to earth. You adored him for just how much he cared, even if that was veiled by his playful deflections. You adored him for the fact that, even though he’d never admit it, he’s soft, and had a penchant for offering people all that he could give.
And he’d given you so much. He’d been your resource to use as you pleased, and so much more. He’d held you up without complaint, and he’d done nothing but support you. He’d been one of your closest friends, if not the closest. And ever since you’d gotten to know one another, he’d been someone you’ve always felt comfortable with. In many ways, he’d been your safe place.
Yet on top of it all, he’s a dork. He’s clever, yes, and one of the most interesting people you’d ever known. But he’s such an idiot, so endearingly goofy. He always seemed to find the levity in things, even though he knew when to take things seriously. And for all his maturity, for all those wonderful things about him, he’s still just a guy.
You wouldn’t want him any other way.
✉
[whipped] 2:01 PM: okay but… can i call you my girlfriend now?
[whipped] 2:01 PM: am i... your boyfriend?
[YOU] 2:01 PM: tetsu we’re in the same room
[whipped] 2:01 PM: yeah but i don’t wanna say it out loud
[whipped] 2:02 PM: also kenma’s here and he’ll get uncomfortable
[YOU] 2:02 PM: sounds suspiciously like you planned this
[YOU] 2:02 PM: anyway, i thought that much was clear?
[whipped] 2:03 PM: not necessarily
[whipped] 2:03 PM: just wanted to check
[YOU] 2:03 PM: you’re such a nerd
[whipped] 2:03 PM: yeah well… i also wanted you to know that you’re the best birthday present i could’ve asked for ;)
[YOU] 2:03 PM: oh my god
[YOU] 2:03 PM: you’re so cheesy
[whipped] 2:04 PM: :)
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Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?
Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao
Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me
Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol
Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰
I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;
Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy
AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight
Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;
Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it
WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha
Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍
I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good
Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha
Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals
That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao
Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡
sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3
Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3
Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?
Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!
Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺
I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9
Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.
WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌
Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT
you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;
Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious
THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏
Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!
Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)
I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao
Anon said: so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes
Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9
Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk
!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!
Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.
Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah
Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)
AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas
Anon said: What program/device do you use??
Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!
Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate
THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]
#fran answers#SORRY FOR THE DELAY#i wish i could say i was busy but actually i just got distracted#ah also#jjk spoilers#cause my sis has a habit of readin my asks and she can't know about the otp just yet#lol#is the readmore for this showing? this is pretty damn long....#long post#just to be sure
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Sbi + Friends Rec List 3
This list is split into two sections; fanfics in the real world and fanfics in minecraft.
They are in order from fluffiest to heavy angst so if you want to laugh, use the top of each list, and if you want to cry, bottom of the lists. Thank you for all the support and as always, please message me if there’s anything wrong with the links and I will fix them. Enjoy!
Real World
Sisterinnit - amooniesong
2.1k 1/1 Family, Fluff
“Wilbur, do you know anything about babies?”
“Tommy, I am not giving you the talk on my stream.”
“Wha-- Wilbur!” Tommy scoffed, his familiar high pitched laugh blasting through Wilbur’s headphones and broadcasting into the ears of the twenty-four thousand people watching Wilbur. “That is not what-- I don’t-- I mean, what do they do? Other than just piss and shit and sleep?”
A Day on The Farms - Moonbear_Meliox
1.9k 1/1 Family, Fluff
They're farmers now
the art and (mine)craft of war - bluesandbirds
4.2k 1/1 Family, Humor
Tommy is a gremlin. An absolute, evil gremlin child and sometimes it's a curse to be related to him.
But who is this Dream guy, and why is Tommy suddenly talking about him all the time?
Alternatively: Techno, nobody is trying to steal your little brother, that would be kidnapping, please calm down.
ok maybe ghosts exist - itsjosh
1.2k 1/1 Humor
The ghost stream is as much of a success as it can be.
pick me up, take me home - meridies
24k 3/4 Family, Angst
With barely three hours notice, single father Phil receives a new child to foster. And unlike his two other adopted children, Wilbur and Techno, Tommy is seemingly hellbent on creating chaos. As their close-knit family begins falling apart, all four of them are forced to learn what it truly means to have one another.
Fever Dreams - RedHairedN3rd
1.5k 1/1 Family, Angst
Phil reflects on when his youngest had a fever.
Just a Fluke - kageyamas_meat_dance
4.4k 1/1 Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Tommy is going through it and isolates himself and everyone else gets really worried.
The child who is not loved by the village will burn it down to feel it’s warmth - ChipperDotChar
1k 1/1 Angst, No Comfort
Tommy gets tired of being insulted and treated like a toddler by the people he looks up to, and he’s also armed with a lighter.
A little pyromania never hurt anyone.
Kidnapped - MeltingAutumn
3.7k 2/? Angst, Hurt/Comfort
“Tubbo?” Wilbur finally shatters the silence with a gentle, broken voice. “Did, um… did you hear?”
Instead of replying, Tubbo bursts into tears.
A Loud Boys’ Guide To Unhappiness - soupstarsandsilence
3.8k 1/? Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Late one night, Tommy runs away. He's going to stay with Will (not that the older man knows it yet), and maybe while he's there he'll remember how to be happy.
Minecraft
family in all its forms - subwaywalls
6.8k 2/? Family, Humor
Philza joins Dream SMP, finds several children, and realizes he is the only responsible adult here.
A Survivor and His Bloodthirsty Son - CakeCleaner
7.4k 3/? Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
“You’re a strange one aren’t you, mate?” The piglin gave him a huff that sounded way too deep to be a child’s and an indifferent expression, his previously petting hands retreated back to his side and he stared the elder down with no hints of aggression or fear, as if he was the one dawning Netherite gear and not the other way around.
Or: Phil adopts a little piglin and said piglin grows up into what legends would whisper with fear as the Blood God
“You’re What!” - Thing_Of_Trash
300 1/1 Family, Humor
Tommy sees what's happening to his Older Brother and knows he has to take drastic measures.
A Winter’s Ball - Syverne
4.9k 1/1 Angst
Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and Technoblade are invited, among others, to restart an old tradition of celebrating the winter solstice by attending a masquerade ball hosted in Manburg. This is the first winter's ball since the devastating volcanic eruption rocked the world and wiped out most of Earth's population - and had strange effects on those who survived. Despite worries that it might be a trap, the citizens of Pogtopia attend this ball under promises of a truce, and Wilbur comes face-to-face with an old friend whom he thought had long turned to hate him.
or; Wilbur Soot and Jschlatt dance.
Turn Back Time - ErrorCode_21891711
3.2k 1/1 Angst
Wilbur didn't expect to find Tubbo and Tommy turned into children. An accident with potions leads to Tommy and Tubbo being turned into 9 year old children and it's up to Wilbur and the rest of the people of the Dream SMP to take care of they're youngest members until they find a way to either reverse what's been done or wait until it might wears off. They didn't expect to learn some unpleasant things about Tubbo and Tommy's past along the way.
Even the strongest can be weak - fan_fics_are_life
1.6k 1/1 Sickfic, Mild Angst
Technoblade wants to train Tommy but his health says no.
flower fields (and the bees that live there) - noahloveszombies
1k 1/1 Family, Comfort
niki, tommy and tubbo finally get away from the war.
or; niki becomes a big sister.
Father Goat & Mother Duck - Valkohai
6.3k 5/? Family, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Sometimes, a family can be found in even the oddest people. In Tubbo's case, those people were tyrannical dictators. Just his luck, huh?
Don’t hurt him - AlpineWasTaken
1k 1/1 Angst
Bad's skin crawled with discomfort and phantom pains as he stood firmly in front of Tommy.
"Don't hurt him."
“Show him the door.” - ViolentVioletEye
3k 1/1 Series, Family
Schlatt will do anything to protect his son. Even if it means becoming President for a nation he knows next to nothing about. He's been thrust into stranger situations. He can handle this.
Tar Filled Lungs and Bloodless Hearts. - gayblockz (lizandre)
1.7k 1/4 Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Cigarettes are merely a lousy distraction that keep him from doing what needs to be done. Cigarettes are a futile attempt at keeping warm. Cigarettes are the reason Manburg is still standing.
A story detailing Wilbur Soot's seven last cigarettes.
“It’s okay. I trust you.” - Lilian_nator
1.2k 1/1 Angst
"It's okay Wilbur. I trust you. I trust you will do the right thing."
mother drake (your duckling drowned) - anon
3.8k 2/2 Angst, Character Study
After the Manburg Festival, Quackity takes a walk alone. The thought keeps coming back to him.
Hell Hath No Fury - lavender_macaronss
900 1/1 Angst
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” Niki finds out about Wilbur’s plans, and she does not take kindly to them
The trial of Tubbo - EfoxKitty
11k 4/8 Angst, Major Character Death
It's finally over. They've won and L'Manburg is free once again. The president is dead and his tyrannical regime is over. But now they have to deal with a question: What are they going to do with Schlatt's right hand man?
Tubbo, only a child, yet still a murderer. How can they fairly judge his involvement in the new government? By organizing a trial with Tubbo as the main witness/suspect.
#minecraft fanfiction#minecraft#tommyinnit#tubbo#wilbur soot#technoblade#techno#philza#schlatt#jschlatt#quackity#niki#nihachu#fanfic rec#c4pricornc4ts#fanfic#fic recs
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For me as a beginner artist, It’s really inspiring to see your art getting better and better! I especially like studying how you draw anatomy, since it’s something I’m practicing myself right now. Take care of yourself, I hope you’ll get better! <3
Aww shucks!!!! Anon that’s seriously so nice of you!! I'm honoured I could give you any feelings of inspiration and you’d compare that to your own work!! deadass i’m so bad at taking compliments but know this actually made me smile to read!! 🥺❤️ I wish you all the best of luck from the bottom of my wee little gremlin heart in your journey to continuously learn and improve your art! We’re all in that boat always trying to get better, then before you know it you’re like “oh wow look at the difference a few months of practice makes!!”
thank u for the serotonin hit! I'm doing a bit better gettin my head around irl stuffs! Thank you again for taking the time to inbox me! <3
#anonymous#cheez rambles#positive#// fr tho no matter how much art drive and inspo i have- nothing compares to comments like these!#// they really are just so warming and makes me proud to drawn n share!!#// also to everyone who has wished me well- seriously thank you! i see all your replies and it just makes everything that much brighter!
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