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seuonji · 7 months

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彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest.

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

it was a hectic but fun shift at your daycare job. the kids love you and you equally got along with them. your coworkers reasoned that it was because of your youthfulness that made working with them a breeze and you couldn’t disagree.

there was just 5 kids left and it was nearing the hour that would mean you’re working overtime but you didn’t mind.

the kids played with the toys around the room but you had just tidied up the place so they made sure to not make too much of a mess.

just as you were about to settle down on the floor, the doorbell rang signalling a parent was there. you instantly got up and chuckled at the way you didn’t even get to touch the floor.

you took a look to the glass entrance door to see who was there and usually you’d be able to recognise the parent/guardian but you have never seen this person ever. you looked over the kids in the room and back to the door. “i’ll be back okay, stay here,” you instructed to the kids who gave a sweet nod.

at the entrance stood a tall, lanky man. you couldn’t tell what his age could be but if you had to guess, he was probably your age or a bit older. he had hair that framed his face well and he was definitely someone that could brag about his looks. his appearance made your heart flutter.

often when you couldn’t recognise someone, you’d fear that this was a complete stranger, could be be those kidnappers but you didn’t get those vibes from him. or was it the pretty privilege?

you pressed the button which unlocked the door and he stepped in, “hi, i’m here for choi yuna,” he kindly spoke and shot a smile that could kill.

despite the looks that could sway you, you were hesitant. yuna was choi seungcheol’s daughter. you knew seungcheol was a busy man. he ran a big company but he never failed to pick up his daughter. plus he dropped her off in the morning and didn’t mention someone else would be picking her up which made this suspicious.

“im sorry, i need to know if you’re allowed to pick her up, how do you know her?”

“sorry! forgot to introduce myself, i’m yoon jeonghan, seungcheol’s secretary, he would've came but his meeting ran long so he sent me to pick yuna up.”

you were still unsure, you weren’t gonna take any chances for a case to happen, “can i make a call to seungcheol first?”

jeonghan let out a husky laugh, “you’re careful huh? what if i just showed you a picture of me and him together?"

“that won’t be enough.”

“alright but if you’re gonna call him, he’s could still be in his meeting i think your call will just be transferred.”

you already had your eyes on your phone but gave him a look as he said that. you still made the call and it instantly connected. “yn? is everything okay?“ the man on the other line opened with concern in his voice.

“hi mr.choi! yea, i just wanted to confirm that you sent someone else to pick up yuna?”

“ah- yes, im so sorry i just got out my meeting if i was the one to come yuna would still be there so i sent jeonghan. don’t worry, he’s a trusted friend! sorry for not letting you know.”

“no worries, just wanted to make sure,” you quietly sighed with relief. you said goodbye and ended the call. you stared at your screen and there was a loud silence for like 2 seconds until you closed your phone and lowered your head to the secretary, “sorry for making a hassle.”

he gave a sympathetic smile and waved his hands, pushing you back up, “no, don’t be! you’re just doing your job, it’s good your keeping these children as safe as you can. i’m glad you’re being this careful, if anything, if you weren’t so cautious i probably would’ve told seungcheol to find a new daycare.”

he was surprisingly nice.

“thanks,” you couldn’t hold back your grin. “um, i’m going to go get yuna.”

he nodded and you walked to the fence which led to the section of the room to the kids were in. jeonghan peered over and his eyebrows instantly rose. he didn’t know there were still children there. he got shocked that the kids weren’t checking if their parents were there. they were just sitting in a circle, playing and sharing the toys. usually they would be hoping the parents are here right? why weren’t they checking?

but jeonghan saw the way their face lit as you walked towards them. perhaps the environment was that good he thought to himself.

you held yuna’s hand and walked to the exit.

“i don’t want to go yet yn!” yuna clamoured. you softly laughed, “you’ll come back tomorrow.”

jeonghan silently watched you in confusion. were you an angel or something? kids love it when their parents are here, if anything, they cry at the absence of their parents right? yet someone like yuna who’s close their parents is clinging onto you.

“yuna!” jeonghan called out.

“uncle?” yuna beamed and ran to the older man, her height allowing her to only hug his legs.

jeonghan bent down and patted her head, “dad can’t make it so i’m here but we’ll see him in a bit okay?”

yuna nodded signing she understood. “did you bring your bicycle?” she asked with wonder in her eyes.

“bicycle?” jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows.

“the one you always come to my house with!” yuna hinted.

the man was left puzzled but also mildly embarrassed at the possibility that you’s think he uses a bicycle to get to places, “yuna, what bicycle?”

“the loud bicycle!”

“a motorcycle?” you chipped in.

“ahh—,” he did have a motorcycle. he was stunned and wondered what you thought of him— but actually, why does he care what you think.

jeonghan recollected himself, “your dad wouldn’t let me but hey, the car waiting for us outside has a tv!”

yuna was notably convinced the car was better especially with the way she hopped and cheered. you giggled at the way he changed her opinion so easily.

jeonghan stood up and held yuna’s belongings, “guess we’re good to go, say thank you to yn yuna.”yuna jumped to give you a hug and jeonghan waved a goodbye. soon, the two walked out.

you closed the door and deeply exhaled. you placed your hand over your chest yet your heartbeat couldn’t slow down. there was something about that man.

jeonghan looked back at the daycare’s door. he thought of the way his heart beated twice more than usual since he walked through that door.

was it you or the 5 sugars he put in his coffee that afternoon?

he shook his head and laughed after recalling the measures you went through to make sure he wasn’t a kidnapper or something.

“do you like yn yuna?” jeonghan turned to her. “why?” yuna dragged her words at the end. jeonghan inhaled stiffly forgetting about how yuna was in her ‘why’ phase. “just asking, so do you enjoy yn’s company?”

“of course! they're really nice! they always play with me and one time they bought me stickers!" jeoghan knew which stickers yuna was talking about. it was pasted somewhere in seungcheol's office and jeonghan made fun of him for it. his heart warmed at the way you seemed to be a genuinely good person. he’s known you for a few seconds but though your actions first impression, he could tell you were someone worth meeting and he liked people like that.

he really couldn't tell why but for some reason, he wanted to be the one to pick up yuna tomorrow.

luckily for him, he’s the secretary and he can manipulate his boss’s’ schedule however he’d like to.

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xielianslver · 2 months

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Sometimes I forget the fact that Kunibram and Aya don't live together in Kunikida's apartment, where Bram does all the cooking and cleaning and drops Aya off at school every morning. And where Kunikida makes the money, picks Aya up from school and comes home to Bram making food that is at least more edible than what Dazai makes. Where Bram thinks Kunikida looks like his dead wife and will mention it once a couple of days. And Kunikida who usually doesn't like change much starts wearing his hair down more often totally not because Bram said his wife always had her hair down. Where Kunikida will 'forget' something at home and Bram will come by at lunch time to drop it off. Where Kunikida will subconsciously tuck his hair behind his ear like a school girl when around Bram. Where people mistake them as in a romantic relationship and after a while they just gave up on denying it (to strangers. Kunikida has to constantly remind Dazai that he is "straight and isn't in a relationship with Bram".)

Oh and that they never met in canon. I forget that one as well.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd kunikida #doppo kunikida #aya bsd #bsd bram #bram stoker #kunibram #domestic fluff #malewife bram #rarepair #dazai #they never met before #🎻 | < . vince's drabbles #🌑 | < . bungo stray dogs

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shokopan · 1 year

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3:15 . K. TSUKISHIMA

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader - cw: cursing genre: fluff

note: reader has hair at a length that tsukishima can play w/, but hair texture isn’t explicitly stated

also hi sorry for ghosting u all for so long but i’m alive and here’s an old fic :D

“aren’t you supposed to be a tsundere?”

“huh? where’d you get that from, idiot?” tsukishima scoffs, setting his book on the nightstand by his bed before peering down at you.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, head laying on his lap as you continue scrolling through your phone with a knowing smile, “i don’t know, you just look like you’re supposed to be a tsundere. Like how you always hiding how you actually feel under all that snarky remarks,”

tsukishima lets out a faint snort as he listens to you speak, carefully brushing strands of hair from your face with feather-light touches. he coils the lock around his finger before untangling the strand, watching it fall and join the pool of hair splayed near your head. you smile softly, tossing your phone aside and stretching your arms up to cup his face. he obliges, resting his chin gently on the palms of your hand as you continue, “like you always call me idiot, but look at you right now, kei. you’re so fucking soft,”

hearing this, his ears heat up, face turning a brilliant rouge as he instantly retracts and retorts, “no i’m not,”

“yeah, you are,” you laugh, flopping your now empty hands onto your sides as he sighs and repositions your palms for him sit his chin back on them. he rolls his eyes as you let out another string of laughter, “kei, you’re so soft, you can’t tell me otherwise after what you just did,”

“i just didn’t want to see that stupid pout again,” he grumbles, shifting his face so that his cheek was resting against the smooth of your hand and facing away from you. tsukishima sighs, sensing the smug grin on your face without even needing to catch as he reluctantly pivots back to meet your gentle gaze with a halfhearted roll of his eyes before averting them, “but fine, maybe i am soft, or a tsundere, or whatever the fuck,”

“but does it really matter? i love you and you know that,” he whispers, clasping his fingers around your wrist and moving it away as he tips down to place a delicate kiss on your lips, successfully leaving you stunned.

#aya's fics ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima #kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x gn!reader #haikyuu fluf #tsukishima drabble #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x y/n

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cuteteacakes · 4 months

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A man putting up mistletoe and teetering a little too precariously on top of a stool trying to reach. "Almost-..." He teetered a little too much and felt his feet go out from under him. He didn't even have time to gasp when he felt strong arms catch him and hold him close. He looked up at Felix with his heart still racing. "...Hi."

Felix looked just as shocked as Caleb. "Please, be careful. I know you want to kiss but we can do that without mistletoe, Caleb!"

Even though Caleb was fine, Felix held him close. Caleb flushed. "Felix, I'm... I'm fine, you can let go of me..."

"...now..."

The kiss was slow and sweet, it made Caleb practically melt. He looped his arms around Felix's neck to hold him close, and let out a little moan. "Felix...~" He let out a little yelp as Felix scooped him up.

"I hope you didn't have any plans tonight..." He kissed Caleb again. "Because I want you for Christmas..."

#drabble #npc: agent anders #if sou and aya and have their xmas spice then so can calix #u wu

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feraecor · 9 months

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"Wait!"

Tia scrambled forward so she was standing next to JJ, taking his hand, her own trembling. Glancing up at him, she fluttered her wings before tucking them back in. JJ wasn't going to do this alone. She wouldn't let him.

"We'll both do it. Its better to have two options and one control so...Ber can be the control, right? And we can see how it effects the both of us." She looks over at Nuro. "You're still figuring stuff out so its better this way, right?"

Nuro rubbed the back of his neck as he turned to the other Creationary beings. "Its...sort of what we spoke of. But..."

There was a brief pause as Sayek shifted to swirl around Ippuru, pure energy crackling and sparking before he shifted back. His eyes narrowed as he regarded the pair, hand waving slightly toward Siffo.

"If that is what you wish..."

#{Tia -thread-}#{Nuro -thread-}#{Sayek -thread-}#soulsxng #~this is a response drabble to all the lovely shenanigans my wife aya has been posting about the corruption #~she posted a lot of them last night so go check it out!

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akumanoken · 9 months

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He wouldn't lie, it was the prettiest his desk had ever looked. Souji's hair splayed around the dark wood, pale skin flushed to his shoulders, the blossoms on his back looking as if they scattered with Souji's movements, his moans. He had made himself a strict rule, but maybe Souji was right, after all.

Rules were made to be broken.

For now, it was enough to feel the tight heat around him, looming over his husband and pressing kisses to as much skin as he could. Biting down on unmarked skin, making more petals along the blossoms…He knew what Souji wanted, and he was determined to tease the boy into a frenzy before he finally relented. Not like this. If he was going to do this, it would be proper.

Not until he was begging. If he was going to make Ayato go this crazy, he'd make it worth his while…

Make him beg… and then fuck him hoarse… that sounded like a good idea…

"I can't hear you, little mouse… you have to tell me what you want…"

#kiss them for me;; (nsfw)#drabble #npc: ishikawa ayato #this is all I have in the tank rn but #know that Souji and Aya are gettin it

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monthlychallenges4all · 1 year

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Knife Play

Valkyrie let out a steady breath, soaking in the silence of the large, low-lit room. Eyes closed, she pictured an imaginary target to spar against. It was one of the few ways she was able to decompress the long, tiring days of rebuilding a now endangered society on Midgard while she waited...

Pushing all thoughts aside, Valkyrie gripped her shortsword and snapped her eyes open, immediately falling into a muscle memory battle routine. The only sound came from the blade slicing the air and the puffs escaping her lips. She fantasized that fateful day of defeating Hela…

Metal clashed against metal, startling Valkyrie back to reality. She was floored to see who's weapon connected with hers. The crooked smile spread across their pale lips as her eyes traveled up to meet their gaze. They appeared a bit disheveled, but still the same prinx she left behind.

'Loki survived…'

No words were exchanged as the pair continued their dance with blades. Her eagerness to take them down increased with each connection of her sword against their dagger. Their faces closed in, and that spark of mischief twinkled in those emerald eyes before they spun away. Anticipating the strike, she dodged their attack and instinctively thrust her sword forward, it sliding just under and against Loki's throat.

They smiled.

Valkyrie swept their feet and landed on top of them, her face hovering mere inches from their face. Loki looked tired, but that spark didn't fade from their eyes.

"You found me."

Loki slid their dagger against her cheek and across her dark lips. She flicked her tongue against the cool metal before curling her slender fingers around theirs at the hilt, pushing the blade back against their chest.

"You didn't hide very well, my King."

"Kept me waiting."

"I beg your forgiveness."

Name/Link: Knife Play

Fandom: MCU

Challenge(s): Ship War; Garden; Harvest; Seasonal/Generic Bingos

List (Prompt): Ship War (Loki/Valkyrie [Chaotic Scraps]; Wi Mic 2 [Blue]; Wi Med 2 [Knife/Dagger]; Fa Mic 2 [Purple; Silver]; Fa Med 1 [Mutual Pining]); Garden (Mixed Bag Quintet [Enemies to Lovers]; Service Sector [Playing A Game]; Network [Purple]; Mixed Bag Quartet [Purple]; Rainbow [Blue]; Gallery [MCU]); Harvest (AU [Everyone Lives]; Fandom [Any Movie Fandom]) Relationships [Zucchinis/QPR]; ICs (Picture This; Moody Moods [Y]; Wordy Moods [Y]; Ship Pic [Y]; Garden Pic [Y]; Harvest the Pic [Y]; Bing [Y])

Space Address (Prompt): Winter Bingo (1C [Love]); Ship Bingo (2C [First Dance]); Setting Bingo (3D [Sporting Event]); Fall Bingo (3C [Dancing])

Warning(s): Weapons Used Against One Another; Knife Play; Fetish

#MC4A #Monthly Challenges for All #Aya Diefair's Art #Loki/The Last Valkyrie #Chaotic Scraps #Moodboard #Collage #MCU #Loki/Valkyrie #Art Drabble #Art Inspired Drabble

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xamassed · 2 years

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Beelzebub wanted to be happy for them. He really, deeply did. She was his girlfriend, and he was his brother — after all that had happened, both of them deserved to have this moment.

Except it made him nauseous to see Mammon hugging on her, his face flushed with glee as he claimed for the hundredth time that she had remembered him first. Beelzebub knew it was pure and sibling-like the way he clung to her, but that wasn’t what had his insides knotting up.

Why hadn’t it been him?

He could tell by the occasional glances in his direction that some of his brothers wondered the same thing. Of all the demons she could have remembered first, why not the one she claimed to love? The one she had kissed, the one she had shared a bed with, the one whose emblem she had gladly worn on a necklace meant just for her.

“Should’a known it would be me. Who’d wanna forget The Great Mammon?” Another round of laughter filled the room, but Beelzebub couldn’t hear it over his wildly stampeding thoughts.

Who would come after Mammon? Sarah, probably. She had worked the hardest to help her, expending her time and energy to help whittle away at the dam keeping her memories back. Then, maybe. . . Luke. They had spent plenty of time together. The others would fall into place after, piece by piece. Satan, Belphegor, Lucifer, Leviathan and Asmodeus — even the brother that made her the most uneasy would be reminded that he had a piece of her heart.

But where would he fall, and would she remember him at all?

He didn’t like doubting her, but envy had begun to take root. It clutched at his stomach and creeped upward towards his lungs, where it gradually began to squeeze the air from his chest. What if this was her way of forgetting him? What if, despite all the good they had shared, there was something about him that made her want to wipe him from her mind completely?

Had he been too messy? Too handsy? Had he complained one too many times about being hungry, and she simply couldn’t take it anymore? Or was it that he really, truly was too stupid to be with someone as intelligent as her?

Beelzebub loathed feeling this sickening jealousy, but it wouldn’t let up. He didn’t want to see her smiling because it wasn’t his to see now, so he left. Someone shouted for him, but he cut them off with a harsh slam of the door. Whoever it was, he hardly cared. All he wanted now was to be left alone, his horrid feelings carrying him to his room.

Under the covers, the despondent glutton curled up. He gathered one, two, three pillows into his massive arms and pulled them in, face hidden away against the misshapen lumps. He wished they were her, that it was her hair he nuzzled his nose into and her small frame that he embraced.

“I wanna be remembered too. . .” / @bucketfullofocs

— I know he’s the Avatar of Gluttony, but this is going to ruin his appetite. He’ll still eat, but it will be very little, and he’ll sneak things out of the kitchen to avoid everyone else. He doesn’t like the looks his brothers are giving him, and for once he’s sick of Mammon. The bragging bothers him, but he would rather hide and quietly brood than fight.

— If Mammon was the first one she remembered, then I feel like it’s safe to assume she’d stick to his side because she knows for a fact that she’s safe with him. This only makes him avoid both of them harder. No more sitting with them in the common room, no more shopping trips together.

— He tried to focus on fangol practice, but his head and heart aren’t into it. Starts slacking a little on his workout routine too. In the same vein, he thought going to the gym would help, but it doesn’t. He doesn’t have the energy. Homework is a no-go either.

— Doesn’t realize he’s depressed until Levi points it out. Beel spends a little more time with him because he assume Levi knows how this all feels and won’t push Beel to feel better about the whole situation like other brothers keep insisting on.

— Jess said that Aya would remember Beel when he steps between her and some other demons during her first day back at RAD. Even if he’s upset, he still can’t let her be picked on. He loves her, and he made a promise to protect her. He does it fully expecting her to run away after because he’s still big and intimidating. So he doesn’t linger for thanks, he just waits for the losers to walk off before trying to flee himself. :3c

#bucketfullofocs #「 ( drabble ) 」#「 ( beelzebub ; headcanon ) 」#「 r. your love gives my heart wings ( beelzebub ; aya ) 」

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ayanushi · 4 months

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# TAGS NAVIGATION !!

i am still working on this 🧍

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seuonji · 3 months

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彡 mr exterminator. — chwe vernon

notes ๑ humour, fluff. you and vernon hate bugs.

warnings ๑ none. mentions of insects?

word count ๑ 0.3k

"can you kill cockroaches?" you sat up from laying down and looked at vernon intently.

it was as if an arrow shot him as you asked that question and his body jolted making the whole bed shake. he was on the edge of the bed while you were laying down the whole time but you only got up now to ask that?

slowly, vernon reclined to your side and hugged your arm, "is there a cockroach in the room?"

"hey! im afraid of cockroaches you should kill them!" you shook him off you.

"there's a cockroach in the room!?" vernon shouted so loud that your neighbors probably heard.

"no but what if in there future there is one?" you started laughing at the absurdity of your arguement.

"i love you but i also love my sanity," he bravely let out as your jaw dropped to the floor.

"i'm sorry but im not about to try and risk a cockroach crawling up my body!" he continued while holding your hand pitifully but you felt like pushing him off the bed.

"what do you suggest for the future then?" you sighed.

this was the most seirous you've seen vernon in the course of your relationship. he looked at you with intense eye contact and spoke firmly, "we can get a gun."

"god damn, i'll just go date an exterminator," you weakly whispered as you stared at the wall lifelessy.

"you're breaking up with me over a cockroach!?" he pulled you towards him making you laugh.

"yes! so i hope you learn how to cope with bugs,” you giggled but vernon couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

vernon looked around the room and huffed, “if ever we encounter a bug, i will kill it. for you.”

“you’d do that for me?” you asked stunned with sparkles in your eyes.

“well it sounded like our relationship was on the line,” he furrowed his brows while looking at you weirdly.

your lips slowly crept into a smile and you squeezed vernon’s face in your hands, “you’re the sweetest.”

“yea yea,” he chuckled.

but spoiler, in the near future, he did not keep his promise which lead to you guys almost needing to look for a new apartment unit.

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xielianslver · 10 months

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help i havent properly slept in 6 months and im pulling an all nighter and im reading chapter 102 of bsd and i have no clue what bram is saying help

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bram stoker #bram stoker bsd #aya bsd #🎻 | < . vince's drabbles

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shokopan · 2 years

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𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . 𝐭. 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

summary: if you take the leap of faith, will kuroo be there to catch you?

pairings: kuroo x gn!reader - genre: angst to fluff? hurt/comfort? - tw: insecurities, fear of attachment

note: tbh i think this is one of my fav fics i’ve written for hq in terms of the feelings && general plot :D

the chilly night air swallows you whole as you step out of the family mart, the tense conversation you had a few days ago still ringing in your mind. that friday, kuroo, your lovely coworker, had taken your hands in his and confessed to you how he felt and his desire to pursue a relationship with you. unfortunately for the both of you, you ran off, fearful and anxious due to everything that had and could happen.

you like kuroo, you truly do, but the fear of getting into a relationship where you’d have to place such an immense amount of trust on your significant other to be there for you and accept you for yourself was awfully paralyzing. your past relationships were all notably dull, plagued with lingering fears of their true feelings and possible discomfort with the physical affection that you so dearly craved but did not know how to ask for.

and as much as you like kuroo, you miss him (and his grossly cheesy jokes) even more. it’s only been a few days, but each time you bump into him at the office, he promptly turns and talks to another coworker as if he hadn’t even seen you. at meetings, he deliberately ignores your attempts at eye contact and doesn’t pitch in conversations that you’re either actively engaged in or started.

guilt continues to pool in your stomach as you mindlessly walk, wondering if those fears of really trusting the one that you could potentially love to love you just as you did were really worth missing out on a potentially loving relationship and more importantly, losing your friendship with kuroo tetsurou.

was sacrificing the yakitori trips after work to vent about your supervisors, vending machine breaks to share work gossip, and nighttime strolls by the shopping district worth protecting yourself?

you shook your head, knowing the glaringly obvious answer to the question as you chuckle at your foolishness and blink, suddenly aware of your surroundings as you find yourself face to face with kuroo’s apartment door, stunned by your hand already being raised and ghosting the doorbell. it was as if your legs had gone into autopilot while your mind was preoccupied by your guilt about what had happened with kuroo.

you sigh, recalling the screaming of a close friend after telling them about what had happened, trying your hardest to suppress the fact that throughout your years of working with kuroo, he inevitably became your rock and a close friend that you learned to depend on. during your first few presentations, just briefly meeting his eyes brought enough assurance to overcome the flurry of nerves in your stomach. and despite all the layers of fear, confirming knew the answer to your earlier question.

losing kuroo tetsurou was not worth it.

after a moment’s hesitation, you ring the doorbell, immediately staggering back as you see kuroo swiftly fling the door open with a frenzied look in his eyes.

“y/n,” he breathes, blinking for a moment as he rubs his eyes, almost as if he is trying to confirm that you are in fact standing in front of him, “what- what are you doing here?”

“i just- i need to see you and tell you that i’m sorry, so fucking sorry. i’m sorry for running away, i’m sorry for ruining our friendship, and i’m sorry for everything,” you choke out, “i didn’t want to lose you and so i got really fucking scared about the possibility of getting into a relationship and having to really trust you with accepting me and everything, and i got really in my head so i just-“

you suck in a deep breath, losing the momentum from earlier as you scramble to find a way to salvage your unfinished verbiage disguised as a sentence.

“ran away,” kuroo finishes for you, chuckling dryly as he heaves his shoulder up. you wince a little and nod, unable to bring yourself to lift your head up and meet his piercing eyes despite the lack of animosity in his voice. you’d imagine for him to say it almost sarcastically, yet there’s a tone of sympathy and a hint of sadness.

“fuck, y/n,” kuroo runs a hand through his hair, averting his eyes and cracks the knuckles of his free hand “i’ve been such an asshole,” you swiftly lift your head up in confusion, wondering if you misheard as you furrow your eyebrows, “sorry, what?”

“i was such an asshole to you yesterday,” kuroo grimaces, “and the day before that. i was so upset about the fact that you left and i kept ignoring you when i didn’t even give any thought to why you reacted like that, especially because your reason is completely valid and you’ve even- fuck you’ve even told me before about your insecurities about shit like this.

oh my god. y/n i’m so fucking sorry for pushing you when you’re uncomfortable with relationships- i got carried away and too caught up in my own emotions when i realized you liked me too, oh my god. i’m so fucking sorry i shouldn’t have done that. if you’d like, i’ll try to get over everything and we can go back to how we used to be,”

“no, tetsurou, that’s not what i’m here to tell you,” you cut in, shaking your head and sighing in exasperation as you clasp your hands together tightly. the two of you finally look each other in the eye as kuroo takes his turn to watch you in utter confusion.

“i’m here,” you began, slowly heaving regulatory breaths as you continued, “because i want to take that leap of faith. i want to be with you, and i don’t want to keep doubting people. i don’t think it’ll be easy, but i want to be with you, tetsurou. i want to run to you, and i want to be assured that if- when i do, you’ll be there to catch me,”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wraps his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

“can i?” kuroo envelops your cheek with his palm, thumb brushing your lip as his gaze practically pierces through you.

“yeah,” you respond in a hushed whisper. kuroo wastes no time, immediately closing the gap and pressing his lips against yours. your hands find their place against kuroo’s chest as one of his palm remains on your cheek and the other slides to your waist.

as you two pull away from the kiss, you still remain in the position. his whole body practically envelopes yours as you glance up and hold eye contact with him with foolishly tender smiles mirrored on both of your faces.

“again, i want this. i want to be with you, and i’ll put in the work for that. we can take this slow and you can set the pace so that you’re comfortable. i won’t push you and we can continue to talk to each other honestly like this to figure us out. i’ll catch you, so run to me alright darling?” kuroo whispers, caressing your cheek softly before moving his palm to the back of your head for you to bury your face into his sturdy chest.

you’re hesitant at first, but you gradually sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “promise?”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wrap his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

you sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “then i’ll run to you,”

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plaguebearing · 4 months

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Aiko sits cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, a wooden box on the floor in front of her. Carved on the top was a ballerina mid fouetté, a slight shine on the wood showed that, over the years, Aiko had traced the engraving countless times.

She breathes a sigh and opens the box. There's a stack of film photographs and she begins thumbing through them. Each one is of specific importance - the rest of her photos are tucked away in albums. These ones hurt to look at, and so she hardly does, keeping this box hidden away until it's time to remember.

Halfway through the pile of photos she comes upon the one she'd been looking for. A woman sat in front of a Christmas tree, eyes locked on a little girl who held a wrapped present, smiling wide for the person behind the camera. For all the world it looked like an ordinary Christmas morning photograph, a glimpse into a happy life, and it had felt that way in the moment, but that memory was tarnished.

As she looks at it now, she feels and sees the creeping dread, the insidious illness that would take her mother from her less than two months later. Ordinarily small in stature, Aya was frighteningly thin and, though she hid it under layers of clothes, it was still apparent in the sunken features of her face.

She feels the tears welling up and her grief sits in her throat like a pill that water won't dislodge. She returns the photos to the box, carefully stacked, and closes the lid. With a shaky sigh, Aiko places the box back on the floor in front of her. She hates this time of year.

#drabbles #i know you're strong enough to do this on your own // aya iwasaki

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saintwrld · 1 year

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Come my way

hbcu!Shuri x reader x hbcu!Emerald Haywood

summary: in which you’re a cheerleader and the school’s most popular duo decided to shoot their shot with a little twist at the end.

inspired by: bad to me by wizkid

warnings: slight cussing (it’s barely there), HEAVY teasing, stud!shuri, nervous ass reader, surprise at the end 🤭

taglist: @pinkwright @locoforshuri @axailslink @cuddl3s4shur1 @ventingfanfics @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @generallysapphic @shuriszn @thevenusianleo @zayswriting @haechvn @percsane @risingoftime @rxcently @ziayamikaelson @blackgirlfariy @ogbells16 @n7cje @mbakuetshurisprincess @hetr0ph0bic @heejayy @heartsforjojo @shuriszn @letitias-fav @quintessencewrites @queenofsimpsblog @shinsousliya @vixentheplanet @mrsudakuu @mocha-aya

dividers: @firefly-graphics

a/n: it’s a late ass Valentines drabble but this is for all my baes!! I hope you enjoy this and the little surprise. just know that i can’t write smut for shit (gotta practice) so that’s why there isn’t any really in this one shot. @verachii your request is coming up soon bae! ok enjoy!

"Could I get some help with my bow?" You said, holding your bow out in defeat. Your hair was just not co operating today.

"You don't have to wear the bow, girl. It's optional plus you gotta show your middle part buss down, i ain't lay that shit for nothing!" Your teammate, Faith, exclaimed. Her makeup was already done and she was ready to go. It didn't seem like that for some of your other teammates as they were gossiping and barely getting ready.

Riri came in, slamming her gym bag on the bench behind her, sitting down afterwards and holding her head in her hands.

"What's up with you?" You asked, looking at your friend through the mirror. "So, I'm tryna rehearse the choreo with Amara but it's not fucking working because she over there squealin like a damn pig!"

You chuckle a little at your best friend's words, seeing her angrily tie up her sneakers. "Was it because of one of the football players? Didn't he cheat?" You asked, applying a coat of clear lipgloss and finishing your makeup.

"He did but that ain't the point. She fangirling over two people that are apparently attending the match and I swear I couldn't get a word in." Riri rolled her eyes for the nth time that afternoon.

"But you got your steps down though, right? Me, you and y/n were put in the front for a reason. If the rest of the team fucks up then it's on them." Faith expressed, making Riri nod her head at the previous question.

Before you could speak, the coach came in and gathered the team around, specifically side eying the others who weren't ready yet.

"Now imma need all of you to show up and show out tonight. When Beyoncé play, you get to strutting and make me proud. You gotta get out there in 30 minutes so to those that ain't ready, hurry up." Coach exclaimed, making everyone walk away and finish up.

As you and the other cheerleaders stood by the underground field entrance waiting for your cue, you could hear students piling in along with music playing loudly. You heard people wanting to get food from the stalls which were next to the field, reminding you to eat after this.

Coach gave you the cue to go out and stand in your places in front of the large crowd. "Is it me or did the whole campus show up because damn." You saw Riri observing the crowd, shocked by the turn up.

"It's Casey Lu's party tonight for valentines and she invited everybody and they mama so people just decided to come here before going there." Faith informed you guys as you were walking closer to the field. "Ain't she that rich girl that everybody knows?" You ask and Faith nods. "Ole girl said she got Ice Spice coming so you know everybody gone be there. Including us." Faith smiled at you two and you both looked bewildered at her last sentence.

"Inclu-" you cut yourself off when everyone stopped in their spots, with you front and centre. You looked into the crowd and saw almost everyone turn their heads towards the pair that just walked in. The seemingly popular pair quickly scanned the crowd for seats, finding two open spots which were right in front of you.

Unable to take your eyes off of them, you were forced to because you heard Amara squeal from behind. "Oh my god, it's them." She said barely under a whisper but she was loud enough that you and Riri could hear. Looking over at the pair, you saw how their eyes were looking through the cheer team and eventually land on you.

Your breath hitched as they made eye contact with you, smirking and dapping each other up in a subtle way. Before you could even comprehend any thoughts, you heard the intro to 'America has a problem' by Beyoncé. Immediately your focus was executing the steps perfectly.

After the electrifying performance that you all had put on, the crowd gave the cheer team a standing ovation with whistles and cheers flying through the air. You kept a bright smile on your face despite breathing like you ran through a marathon. Your eyes focused on the pair seated on the bleachers who were, once again, staring you down, definitely giving you more butterflies than the first time.

Throughout the game, the cheer team had to do small congratulatory cheers for their school team after every two wins which was exhausting because your school had won the game, beating the rival opponents by celebrating in their faces.

By the time the game is done, the crowd was still buzzing through the summer evening, many of them flocking towards the food stalls. You would join them but you had to change out of your uniform and make it to your dorm to change for the party. Looking over to the two empty seats that were in front, you noticed the pair was gone and as you looked around, they were nowhere to be found.

"With the way we ate today, I'm surprised we aren't in the netflix show." Faith said, making you smile about how the crowd reacted to something you choreographed. Because of your amazing performance, coach gave y'all a week to rest and to be ready when it's time to get back.

Taking off your shoes, you looked in the mirror and saw that your makeup was still intact but you wanted to touch up a little in the dorm. Hearing your teammate's voices get louder on the other side of the lockers, you tried to not listen but they were still loud.

"Yeah girl, I saw them! Make me wanna forget about my own boyfriend!" One voice giggled. Many other voices agreed with them then cackling. You didn't even realise you were done changing until Faith tapped your shoulder. "You ready? We gotta shower then I gotta fix up our hair." She called and you nodded. You walked out with her and Riri, saying bye to your other teammates who all responded back.

It took at least two and a half hours for all of you to get ready, seeing as the party only started at eleven and it was ten thirty. "Do y'all know the address?" You asked, typing on your phone to find info at the party. You finished taking pictures in your bathroom and your two friends looked at you in awe.

"Damn, I did a good ass job like? You better get hoes today!" Faith cheered as she recorded you, Riri walking in at the right moment with you and Faith hyping her up. "Our outfits are so cute . We're serving face." You said, applying lipgloss once again.

"Only the best for ice spice." Riri smiled as she hyped you and Faith up this time.

The three of you entered the enormous house with free access since cheerleaders and football players get in for free. The slight smell of weed and different kinds of perfume filled the air, with the capacity of the house shocking you. There were people everywhere. You made your way through the crowds towards the large kitchen with everyone looking at you three, feeling the attention on you but it quickly went away as the dj switched the music to 'jimmy crooks' by drake and 21 savage.

Faith assured you and Riri to join the dancing crowd while she got your drinks because she knew that this song was one of your favourites. As the rap music was slowly getting into afrobeats, you and Riri would get closer in the crowd with Faith eventually joining you two.

You had felt eyes on you majority of the night but nothing malicious like. You hadn't taken the time to look for whoever is staring at you. The pair had shrugged off every other woman who wanted a chance with either one of them. Emerald and Shuri watched you dance with barely any alcohol in your system, taking in your beauty and zoning out from the party surrounding them.

This wouldn't exactly be the first time they would share someone. However there was just something about you that drew the two women to you without even knowing your name, with you they don't even want to mess with other people at that point.

Due to the beats of 'bad to me' by wizkid booming through the speakers, Shuri stood up from the couch and signaled to Emerald that she'll be back and hopefully with you. She danced her way through the crowd to stand near you and Riri. Faith and Riri were damn near falling over and were laughing all the way. They said to you that they're getting more drinks as the song started.

Now this was your song. You began dancing, not really caring if anyone joins you. The beats of the song were progressively getting slower and slower as the song transitioned to 22 by jayo. From hearing this song on social media, you knew to whine your waist to the beat as well to the lyrics. You felt a presence behind you, steadying your waist without touching you with them going with the flow of your waist.

The person’s scent radiated from their body, making you feel like you’re falling into a trance. You sneakily bring your hand behind you for the person to at least touch you. You placed their hand on you back and continued dancing. You hadn’t noticed the lingering stares of everyone around you, hyping you and this mysterious person behind you. You felt their hand grip on your waist, bringing your upper body towards theirs for your back to press against their chest.

They swiftly turned you around to face them and it was as if your breath had been taken away from your lungs. Looking into her dark eyes, you noticed them turn even darker under the red and white led lights. The beautiful stranger smirked at you, causing you to slightly clench your legs.

She removed her hand from your waist and replaced it with her hand, her other reaching up to hold your chin. Examining her face, it was as if it was sculpted into perfection. Seeing how your eyes were desperately trying to not make contact with hers, Shuri gave you a low smile whilst looking elsewhere, near the couches. You noticed gold peeking through and you realised that she was wearing grills on her bottom teeth, making her look even sexier than when you first saw her.

Keeping her head in the direction she was looking at, she pulled you with her, with you immediately noticing that people parted as she walked by them. Who the hell was she?

Flicking your hair behind you as you eventually reach the couches, you stopped and stared at what’s right in front of you. The second one of the duo was manspreading, staring at you as she blew out smoke in her mouth. She too had a little smirk on her face as she watched you get nervous.

Noticing her outfit which was a black tank top with what looked to be black oversized low rise jeans paired with Jordan 4’s. Her chains were dainty and small but the rings on her fingers made up for her jewellery. Her hair was curly and short, framing her face so beautifully.

Feeling your body being guided towards the other person by your waist, you stop right in front of her open legs and she took your hand, making you sit on her crotch. Holding you in place, her cold yet soft hands slid onto your waist. The one you had been dancing with looked you in the eyes this time from a higher angle now that you were sitting down.

Her outfit was simple yet so captivating to you. She wore a black Nike tech tracksuit with panda dunks. Her neck showcased a Cuban link with a shiny watch adorning her wrist and a Cartier love bracelet on the other. Her hair was curly up top with shaved sides. Her eyes stare into yours as your heartbeat increases.

You’re quite literally stuck in the middle of these two beautiful women. You could feel the second one sit up and place you nicely on her lap as she adjusts herself.

“Now tell me, ma. What’s your name?” She muttered into your ear with a beautiful accent, almost sounding southern.

“Y/n.” You stammered, barely keeping it together. Your body was eagerly calling for the both of them, not sure how long you were going to survive.

“Y/n…” The one in front of you repeats in such a sultry tone. Placing your hands on both legs of the other woman’s legs, you shift your body a little for comfort, causing her to groan behind you.

“What about you two? What are y’all’s names?” You asked, feeling the grip on your waist become a little tighter. “My name’s Shuri, mama.” Shuri began, diverting her eyes to the woman you’re sitting on.

“I’m Emerald and I’m sure it sounds amazing comin out you. Whatcha think, Shuri?” Em introduced herself then turning her head to Shuri.

Shuri could barely answer the question. She could see how introducing themselves had taken a toll on you. She could see every shiver move everytime Emerald moved her hands from your waist to your thighs. You were slowly becoming undone and they have barely touched you.

Your gaze hadn’t been on Shuri, seeing as you were staring at nothing as an attempt to calm you down. Her hand had reached for your face once again, making you look up at her in the eye.

“Mami, I want you to listen to me, aight?” You nodded. “Let’s go celebrate Valentine’s at my hotel, yeah? just the three of us.” She spoke and her grills were peaking through. It also didn’t help that Shuri’s hand let go of your jaw and landed on your thigh and Emerald was giving you subtle neck kisses.

You nod at a quick pace, almost giving yourself whiplash. “You wanna go tell your friends that you’ll see them later?” Emerald whispered to you as you nodded. Shuri helped you up, holding your hand as you guided her through the crowd looking for your friends.

You found them in the middle of the dance floor, eventually finding you through the crowd and saw you with someone. Faith gasped when she saw who you were standing with. Riri just cheered you on and you went back to Emerald who was waiting for you two.

“Now, let’s go show you how we wanna celebrate Valentine’s with you, mama.”

You walked in your dorm room limping and trying to hold all your luxury shopping bags. After a rather long night of the three of you pleasuring each other, Shuri and Emerald had promised to give you gifts for Valentine’s Day, seeing how they only courted you as the last hour of the day was coming to an end.

The two women had helped you carry the other bags into your dorm room, placing everything next to your bed. You give thank you kisses which then turned into a heavy make out session, leaving you with more hickies than last night.

Faith and Riri waltzed into your room, hoping you’d be awake or at least there for your daily coffee run. Finding you asleep with multiple hickies and shopping bags on the floor, the two looked at each other with looks that said “I told you so.”

“When is a good time to tell her that they’re succubi and that they’re bonded for life?” Faith asked as she looked at your sleeping figure.

“Girl what?” Riri reacted, giving Faith a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. They’re immortals.” She said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I was just being me and going through some old ass books about folklore and myths in the library. Obviously, shit like that is supposed to be fake but clearly not. Those two have been in newspapers and books from the 16th century. They got the same tattoo on their hip to prove it.”

“The fuck? And what about y/n? What’ll happen to her?” Riri asked, a concerned expression on her face.

“They’ll eventually turn her into one of them. They don’t seem like the bad ones so I think we’re good.” Faith nodded.

“So how old are they? They look near our age.”

“Probably in their 20s physically.” She said, not knowing that the two beautiful women had disappeared into the mirror, hearing Faith reveal their secret.

“Now what?! We don’t need her finding out now!” Emerald stressed. Shuri was trying to keep her cool and be calm. “It’s cool, we can erase their memories of this conversation and destroy that book. Anything to protect our princess.”

the supernatural wave for Shuri is so cool so i decided to join in. @generallysapphic inspired me with this because of vampire!shuri so thank you my love!

and thank you @vargskelegore for creating the wonder that is hbcu shuri! 🫶🏽

#black panther #shuri #letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #black panther wakanda forever #emerald haywood #emerald haywood x reader #lesbian #hbcu Shuri #wlw #fanfic #blackgirlbloggers #i love women #wakanda forever #nope #Spotify #saintwrites #shuri x reader

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akumanoken · 1 year

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“There’s my favorite little brother!!”

“Akira-niisan I’m your only little brother…” Souji giggled, squeaking as he was picked up and spun around. He clung onto the man until he was let down, breathless with a bright smile as Ayato came behind him. “I’m so glad to see you…. It feels like it’s finally happening with everyone showing up….”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!! Plus, who else is gonna be there to keep Nii-san together when you walk down the aisle?? Someone’s gotta keep him in check!!”

“...I don’t need anyone to keep me together…” Ayato grimaced softly, but he did have a smile for his brother, clasping his shoulder. “...but it’s good to see you. Asami??”

“He’s with Kutagawa-san managing the guests as they come in…” he smiled. “I’ve been entrusted with our bride and groom… to keep them company and to keep them from the busy hustle and bustle of everyone coming in… so come on!!! We’re going to go shopping and find something to do!!!”

Ayato sighed. He just wanted an excuse to spoil Souji…. Dammit that’s his job…

#drabble #npc: ishikawa ayato #npc: ishikawa akira #I love those two #Aya is always so done with Akira's bs #I love how Akira's the best man but Ayato still laments him being near Souji

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Valentine's Day Drabbles

summary: valentine's day with shuri, riri, and scotty.

contains: fluff

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @n7cje @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriri4life @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @percsane @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @quintessencewrites @adeola-the-explorer @dejaonline @bubshri @zayswriting @la-reine-insane @shurisjournal @shurismainbxtch @playhousedistee @cafehyunji @bigbigbigfan

note: it's love day!! and i just wanted to say, i love you all soo much!! here are some cute little thingies for you, there's more to come! i challenged myself to keep these short and sweet. if i post them, then i completed that challenge. there was absolutely no way i was gonna get these to be under 200 words, i’m laughing just thinking about it. i was fighting for my life with that word count chile, but we did it joe!! hope these are romantic enough for your liking!

translations: Thando-Iwam - my love

— shuri

Steady. Stern. Simmered. Shuri's heartbeat was steady, stern, and simmered against your bare, wet chest. Your proximity lulled her, the warm water soothed her. Suds and bubbles covered you both in the tub, conforming to the shape of her body melted and molded into yours. Tucked beneath your chin was her head, soft damp curls stroking your cheek each time she nuzzled deeper into you.

The aroma of patchouli and rose petals interwoven and lingering in the air, but Shuri’s heady scent was the only one to intoxicate you. Candles littered the dim hotel bathroom, setting the mood just right. Her eyes shut as she inhaled you, and a whine leapt from her lungs.

You traced her spine with pruned fingertips, elegance prevalent in their ascend and she shuddered atop you, just as you’d hoped.

"Again." Her request did not surprise you. Shuri reveled in your touch unabashedly. She feened for your hands on her being and you could never deny her, so you obliged. That hum of approval, it's what you were after, it's what you reveled in. Pleasing her. Securing her.

“Do you want your present now, or later, my love?” Your coo rose her head and she smiled knowingly at you.

You reached behind you, wrapping your fingers gently around a small black box and brought it forth. Shuri pushed off you with reluctance, only wanting to quell her curiosity.

“Open it.” And she did. You'd anticipated the confusion coloring her features; it made you simper softly at the taller girl.

“It's a bead.”

You nodded, lifting her other wrist from the steaming water, bringing it to your lips. Your eyes locked on her curious ones as you kissed her supple skin and Shuri whimpered.

“Allow me, my pretty baby.” After a second peck to her wrist, you pulled it back and plucked the sleek dark bead from its resting place. Shuri's heated gaze watched you intently, allowing you to connect it with the existing ones on her hand, creating a soft bleep sound. “I know you miss me when I'm away on missions,”

You raised your own dripping hand, displaying the extra kimoyo bead there as well. “This will allow you to hear my heartbeat whenever you desire. And my own will do the same with yours.”

“Very intimate. I love it, this way we can never be apart, not truly.”

The corners of her mouth curled and you took a moment to admire her beauty. Striking, breathtakingly so. She kissed you, delicate lips taking you higher than you ever thought possible.

“My heart is yours alone, Shuri. Wherever, whenever.”

Her eyes gleamed, lighting her face and your entire world. “Happy Valentine’s day, Thando-Iwam.”

Her head was on your chest once more, peppered pecks lingering and roasting your skin along side the water.

— riri

There was noise, some semblance of it. But the absence of outside sound was deliberate, tuned ears working overtime, barring everything but her words. Riri's voice was a melody, one you favored. Her song themed your life.

She lured you in with that smile. It was easy to get lost in her smile, to effortlessly drown in its depths time after time.

Riri hoisted the chilled glass to her lips, forcing you to surveil her mouth’s purse around the rim. Tangerine tinted liquid passed from glass to tongue and you stifled a whimper at the image depicted before you. Your own drink untouched as you ogled your gorgeous girlfriend, food too.

Her hold on your hand was demanding, insistent. A reassuring thumb braised the back of her palm, settling and subsiding her doubts. Riri complained of your zoning out; she was not fond of your dazed pupils. If only she knew, one did not — could not zone out in her presence. Instead, it was only possible to zone in. Zone in on the way her eyes twinkled, dimming every city light as you two sat atop the roof of your building.

The world alive below your feet, stars glistening overhead.

“He said it was impossible, as if that would stop me.” She scoffed, tugging on your laughter. “It took me a minute but I did it and he–”

“I'm so in love with you.”

Your confession stopped her speech. A blush. Not visible on her deep complexion, but you knew it existed there. Because you knew her. You knew her purely. You knew her intimately. “I got you something.”

Riri whined, “Ugh, we said no gifts! I didn't get you anything!”

“Having you is gift enough.”

“Mmm, that’s corny, but so is this holiday so ima let it slide. What’d you get me?”

You stood, retrieving a large bouquet of orange roses, her favorites. Riri’s attention diverted from the flowers to the glass case in your grasp.

“Is that…”

You smirked, “It is.”

Cocoa eyes widened, enamored by the sight of her first arc reactor enclosed in glass. She seized it from you, still in awe. You’d been meticulous with your planning and you knew this would get her.

“How did you even–” Hungry lips met her desperate ones, trapping the lastings of her question inside of her throat. She kissed you fiercely, begging, yearning for more.

“You know I got you something too right.”

A kiss-blown grin covered your face, “I didn't doubt it.”

She held up a ring box and you gasped dramatically, “Riri Williams, are you proposing to me?”

“Just open it.”

You followed her instructions and smiled.

“Since you're fond of rings,” She started. “This one I made out of parts of my old suit, the one you helped me with tirelessly. It ain't no arc reactor but–”

“I love it. I love you.” You slipped on the jewelry, watching it shimmer under starlight.

Riri pecked your cheek, “I love you too.”

— scotty

“Do you like it?”

You heard her heartbeat, its rattling roar. Each inhale sharp, the air behaving as daggers do on its way down her throat. She fidgeted, incisors gnawing anxiously on her bottom lip. Scotty, ever the avid overthinker, was no doubt conjuring conclusions in her mind the longer you pondered her question.

Truthfully, you’d had your answer already. Ideally, you’d bestow it upon her. But something held your tongue. Awe held tight to your tongue, refusing to let go. Your words were trapped inside you as you clasped your flowers.

Scotty grew antsy with the wait and guilt fell over you. Finally, your body relented, allowing for a low gasp and gentle nod. It was enough to ignite a spark in her eyes and you grinned. Her anxiety melted and Scotty grabbed your hand, leading you to her transformed van.

Plush blankets stroked your skin. Warm, inviting, and comforting — the pillows and quilts engulfed you cozily, mirroring Scotty's personality undeniably.

Plaid clad arms swaddled you in tandem with the blankets. Her arms were your home, the space between her shoulders crafted with your likeness in mind. Drifting into all that Scotty was came naturally to you.

Chocolate covered strawberries pushed past your lips as you allowed her to feed you. Taking care of you, her favorite activity. She was a giver, one who found pleasure in providing, providing for you specifically. You were hers and you treasured that.

Nestling against her rising chest steadied your mind. The night breeze unnerved you in no way, despite its briskness. Scotty’s body was a furnace, crackling and growing, heating you with ease. Your eyes fell upon the glittering fairy lights hung overhead and you smiled.

Their shine reflected in your eyes, eyes that lit solely for her. A kiss pressed into her cheek, shocking her. Her shy grin emerged seconds later, dazzling you and rocketing your heartbeat. She did that, made your heart thunder, by simply existing.

“Wanna see what I got you?” Your question excited her instantly and she nodded.

Scotty's eyes fell upon the long rectangular box in your hands and you lifted the lid. That's when the dams broke. You’d planned for this, but seeing her in tears never failed to make your bones ache.

“I know your interest in fixing things came from your father. Your mom helped me find his old hammer in your garage, and I had it engraved.” Her trembling fingers smoothed over the divots on the tool. Her birth date scribbled neatly under his.

She kissed you, searing tears stinging your face as your lips collided. “You're perfect.”

“Have I told you how much I love what you did with the van? I wanna live here forever with you.”

She laughed with a sniffle, pulling you closer. “We can make that happen.”

“I love you.” You kissed her ahead of her reply because you already knew, there was comfort in already knowing.

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