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yunholuvrr · 10 months

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we all need love chapter 5.

chapter summary: who spills the beans?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: none for this chapter, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 3.2k

note: i promise we will get serious and smutty very soon i just love writing stupid cheesy fluff lolol

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When you wake up it’s in a bed you don’t recognize. The sun peaks around the closed blinds and your hands instinctively feel around the sheets for your phone. You wince at the brightness. 10:47AM. You try to focus on whatever Wooyoung was blowing your phone up about, but it’s too hard. Your head is pounding and your body feels heavy. You spot a bottle of Gatorade and a post it note on the nightstand next to you.

Make sure to drink this! I left some spare towels and clothes in the bathroom if you want to wash up. Feel free to take any snacks from the kitchen. I’ll crash on the couch tonight.

“Oh my god,” you groan and throw your head back into the pillows. It all comes flooding back, your friends’ messages, everything you said to Yunho, the way he held you. He listened to you ramble about something that probably didn’t make any sense to him and now you’re laying in his bed because he’s just too nice for his own good. You wonder when he’ll finally get fed up with you.

You might never get an answer to that question, because when you finally muster the strength to get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, he jumps from his spot on the couch to bring you a plate of food. He let you sleep in his bed and now he’s handing you food on a literal platter. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he offered to help you into the bath.

“Good morning, y/n,” he speaks softly, “I cut up some fruit and bread if you’re up to it. And there’s spare clothes in the bathroom, but if you want I can start running the water for you.”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Why are you being so nice?” You giggle and accept the small breakfast, plopping down on a chair.

“Proving that you’d like me in college,” he jokes as he walks towards the bathroom. You can only sigh in response, feigning annoyance. You finally pull out your phone again to read your messages, and a few moments later you hear the muffled sound of water rushing into the tub.

[Jung Wooyoung] She’s probably passed out just like San LOL

[Choi San] Well clearly even I woke up before her

[Choi San] y/n we’re not letting you drink like that again until your farewell party

[Park Seonghwa] Can we start planning for that now please

I’m so sorry!! Idk what i was thinking, but i feel better and yunho’s place is mad comfy

[Song Mingi] ask him to let you see his gaming setup its insane

There’s still a dull ache behind your eyes, but whatever nerves you were feeling last night are completely overshadowed by the butterflies of friendship you just can’t seem to get used to. You were sure they’d judge you for getting shitfaced immediately, and maybe they silently are, but they're not making you feel bad about it. Maybe Yunho was right, maybe you’ve been calling the wrong people your friends. You have to remember to thank him for keeping their conversation a secret. But first you need to wash off the makeup you’re sure is smeared all over your face.

“Bath’s ready,” he pokes his head around the corner, smiling.

“Thank you, really. For everything. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I wash up,” you get up and try to make your way down the hall, but he places both hands firmly on your shoulders.

“You’re really not a bother at all, to any of us,” he stares at you for what feels like forever, willing the message into your head. You know he’s trying to comfort you after crying about how alone you feel, but you can’t take this kind of directness while sober. When you nod and look down at the floor he finally loosens up, “and I’m not doing anything today, so feel free to stay. You know, if you want to.”

When you look back up he’s giving you a fond smile again, ears tinted light pink. You just nod a second time, too aware and nervous of how close you two are standing now. Neither of you really know what game you’re playing, but it both makes you rush to opposite sides of the apartment.

You spend your bath wondering what imaginary line everyone was walking between you and Yunho. You’re smart enough to notice all the jabs at him anytime he mentions you, and Wooyoung’s question about dating is still clear as day in your head. But what are they all getting at? Is your crush just that blatantly obvious to everyone? Why else would they make fun of you? The water slowly gets too cold for your liking and you try to switch gears and think about what you’ll do today instead.

Yunho stuck to his word and had a pile of clothes ready for you on the counter. You assume it's just a pair of his own sweatpants and a shirt, but it still makes your stomach flip flop at the thought of him preparing all this. Maybe you should ask him about what games he has or if there’s a movie he could put on to pass the time. But first, you needed a real meal.

Apparently he can read your mind, because when you pad back into the living room he already has a menu pulled up on his phone. “Do you want waffles from that one place again? They looked really good.”

“They were, but it was kinda expensive,” you flop down next to him on the couch, close enough to see his screen.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you pay anyway,” he nudges you playfully, “you can return the favor when you get your first paycheck.”

You just roll your eyes in response, confirming the order with him and letting him handle it. He recommends a movie before you get the chance to, and by the time your food arrives you’re both already comfortably in each other's arms.

“I think the food’s here,” you mention, making no effort to get up.

“Then you should get it,” he mumbles back. He doesn’t move his arm around your shoulders or his head on top of yours to let you, though.

“What if I’m comfy?”

“I already paid for it.”

You can’t argue with that, and he finally detaches himself from you to emphasize it. You pick up the food and slip back onto the couch and all you can think about is how normal it all feels. Sitting and eating and laughing with him comes so naturally, as if you two have lived together for years. He makes no effort to press you about the night before or imply that you should get going. He just happily accepts your presence. You barely make any conversation at all while the movie plays, but he doesn’t let you go for a second. You’ll never know if he did have plans for today, because he spent it all with you.

When you finally get home, it’s already late. You were going to spend the day catching up on some videos and articles you have bookmarked, but instead you just climb into bed and set your alarms. Even the lack of free time can’t upset you, not with the feeling of Yunho’s body engulfing yours still at the front of your mind.

[Choi San]: Hey I’m sorry again for the party! I should’ve been looking out for you

[Choi San]: It’s a good thing Yunho always does LOL

[Choi San]: Anyway me and Hwa are gonna get coffee before work tomorrow and you are invited ! See you tomorrow

You shoot back a quick message confirming you’ll be there and set your alarms a tad earlier. That friendly poking fun at Yunho is back, and you decide you’ll ask San over coffee. You feel like you’re on cloud nine right now, what’s the worst he could say?

“There she is!” Seonghwa shoots you a sweet smile before blowing on his fresh coffee.

“Good morning! I’m sorry again for the party you guys,” you pull out a seat at the small table and set down your bag.

“Listen, we’re the last two people you have to worry about judging your alcohol tolerance,” San chuckles over his own cup, already half finished. “Those men are beasts!”

“They’ll be lucky if their livers don’t dissolve soon,” Seonghwa jokes, finally taking a sip.

“I really didn’t think I’d drink so much, but I guess the games got the best of me,” you laugh along with them. There was no need for them to know about your internal dilemma, or the way you clung to Yunho for dear life in between passing out.

“How was Yunho’s place yesterday?” San asks, and you immediately blush.

“It was fine! We just ate food and watched a movie. It was chill,” you look down, playing with your fingers to ease the sudden stress of his name. You were sure they knew about your feelings at this point, why else would they ask?

“Good,” Seonghwa circles the lid of his cup with a finger. They look at each other briefly before smiling.

“Is it that obvious?”

They both look up at you startled. San is the first to compose himself, “is what obvious?”

“Between me and Yunho…” you mumble, regretting your decision. Maybe you misread the situation. The bliss of Yunho's cuddles might've clouded your judgement on this one.

San just sighs, visibly relieved, “thank god we’re all on the same page.” Seonghwa starts cackling.

You look up at them in utter bewilderment, “we are?”

“It was getting hard teasing him without outright saying it,” Seonghwa finally catches his breath.

“I didn’t know how much longer I could embarrass him without just telling him to make a move!”

Your jaw drops at San’s comment, now fully lost. “You were making fun of him?”

“Well yeah, he’s the one with a giant crush on you!” This time its San who breaks into a fit of laughter.

“He hasn’t been this whipped since like… the first year of college,” Seonghwa recounts, and your head is spinning so much all you can do is rest it in your hands while they compose themselves. San is the first to notice.

“Do you not like him back?” He's worried now. You look back up at him and you don’t know what face you’re making but it can’t be pretty.

Seonghwa mistakes your shock for disgust. “Hey, if he’s making you uncomfortable we can tell him? That’s the last thing we would want.”

“No no no that’s not,” you blurt out, cheeks running so hot you could probably burn someone. “I just… I didn’t realize he liked me too.”

It’s their turn to stare at you, mouths agape. Clearly none of you had been on the same page.

“Too?” they say in unison, and if you didn’t feel like your world was falling apart you would’ve laughed at their timing.

“Yes? This whole time I thought you were making fun of me,” you sigh. Seonghwa can only muster a small “wow” before going back to his coffee. San looks speechless, words forming at the tip of his tongue before completely dissolving.

You cross one leg over the other and clear your throat. The situation feels like it belongs on a sitcom. “So you guys mean to tell me that this whole time you were teasing Yunho for liking me? Yunho has liked me this whole time?”

“Precisely,” Seonghwa responds between sips, “and you mean to tell us that you liked him this whole time?”

All you can do is nod. Hearing it out in the open like that brings you a new sense of shame, although you don’t really know why since it’s clear to everyone else that the feelings are mutual. San finally echoes Seonghwa with a delayed “wow” before whipping out his phone.

“Please don’t tell him,” you borderline beg, but he just giggles.

“You really didn’t notice? You guys are practically made for eachother you know,” he puts his phone facedown on the table after typing a suspiciously long message.

“Be nice,” Seonghwa scolds him before taking his own turn to tease you, “if I fell in love with a man not even a week after meeting him I’d also be flustered.”

“Hey!” you shout, but giggles quickly follow as it dawns on you. You’re both stupid. You both have been so caught up on not making the other uncomfortable that if it weren’t for the teasing men in front of you, you might’ve never known. But now you don’t know what to do next.

San must read your mind because his phone dings and he holds it up for you excitedly, “you should meet him after work!”

“What did you say to him!” you reach for his phone but leans back, your arms comically flailing across the table.

“Just that a little birdie told me his crush likes him back,” San smirks and slides the phone back into his pocket, “you better thank me. I just scored you the hottest date ever.”

All you can do is hold your head in your hands again while the three of you laugh. You don’t really know what you’re laughing at, maybe at how stupid this whole thing is. Maybe it’s the only way you can relieve all your stress around seeing him everyday.

“This feels like a match made in heaven,” Seonghwa starts, finally finishing off his cup, “but if it doesn’t turn out well we’ll still be your friends, seriously.”

San chimes in with an approving hum. “Yunho’s really the nicest person I’ve ever met, but if anything you don’t like happens, let us know! The last thing we want is for you to be uncomfortable the whole summer.”

“Thank you for the blessings,” you joke, but it's the nicest thing they could’ve said to you. Apparently the thought of actually dating Yunho was more nerve wracking than just being delusional in private.

It’s been hours since your eye opening exchange and you still feel giddy. You thank the universe Wooyoung called in sick today or else you truly never would’ve heard the end of it. Your leg is shaking endlessly, fingers tapping on your mousepad instead of writing the emails you desperately need to. The few times you’ve made eye contact with Seonghwa across the room, you both giggle quietly like middle schoolers. You felt like a middle schooler too, urgently waiting for a text from one person. And then it arrives.

[Jeong Yunho] Meet you in the lobby at 5?

You quickly respond and set your phone down to get some work done, hoping it will speed time up. It doesn’t, because you end up shooting laser beams at the clock in the corner of your screen and counting down each minute instead.

“Are you done for the day?” Seonghwa’s voice floats above you and you jump. Saying you were would be a complete and utter lie, but you decide to take up the offer.

“Yeah, is it okay if I leave a bit early?” you start logging out before finishing the question, and he only nods and winks in response. You’ll have to remember to thank him for being the best wingman ever, for the both of you.

You spot Yunho as soon as the elevator doors open, surprised that he’s also here so early. He’s wearing a light blue sweater and slacks to suit the slightly chilly weather today, and his eyes are glued to his phone. When he finally looks up, you see a kind of smile you’ve never seen on him before. His shy, thoughtful look has been replaced with some air of confidence.

“Out early?” he questions once you’re only a few feet away.

“Seonghwa let me go,” you chuckle at how much it sounds like he’s your parent.

“San also told me I should head down early,” he takes a hand in yours, an ever familiar feeling, and starts walking, “they’re quite the mischievous ones aren’t they?”

You can only giggle in response. “Where are we going?”

“You take the subway home don’t you?”

“You only asked me to meet you so you could walk me two blocks?” you nudge him lightly and he grins down at you, lighthearted energy behind his eyes that you usually only see when the others are around.

“Were you expecting something else?” he nudges back.

“I thought you might bring up San’s messages?"

“His messages about what?” He quirks his eyebrows.

“About how much you’re in love with me,” you roll your eyes, deciding to play along.

He lets out a dramatic gasp and drops your hand, “how could you accuse me of such a thing?”

You can’t help but laugh at the act and he finally breaks, taking your hand back in his. You make it to the first crosswalk and wait for the light to turn.

“Could you really not tell?” he looks down at you, brows quirked in genuine confusion this time.

“I was too worried I was projecting onto you or something,” the walk sign lights up and you pull him forward, not wanting your confession to linger in the air too long.

“San was right, we really are made for eachother,” he chuckles, “but I thought having the equivalent of two dates already would’ve made it obvious.”

It’s your turn to gasp. Thinking of your outing as a date was one thing, but hearing him call it as such made your stomach flip flop in ways you couldn’t hide. You arrive at the subway station before you can think of a good comeback.

“Do you want to make it three?” You look up at him and he’s got a mischievous grin again, clearly finding joy in making you say what you both already know.

“I’m not so sure…” you try to act, tossing the idea around in your head as if it isn’t the only thing you’ve been thinking about all day.

You don’t process the way he says “then let me convince you” before you feel the hand that isn’t laced in yours come up to cup your face and you see him lean towards you. The feeling of his lips on yours is quick and soft and it's over before you know it. He pulls back before you can lean in though, and when you open your eyes again, his hand is still holding your chin to look up at him. His teasing expression barely covers his own giddy excitement, but you know he’s waiting for you to answer.

“A third would be good,” you mumble, feeling your skin under his fingers heat up in embarrassment.

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up on Friday,” he lets go and starts walking you down the steps into the station as if he didn’t just scramble your brain. You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding through your hand or the way sweat is pooling between your fingers. If you had trouble waiting until the end of the day today, you feel like you might die before you make it to the end of the week.

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a trans masc MC who is very proud about who they are and aren't like. Idk hiding the fact that they are trans? As someone who is very proud of who I am I want to see the demon bros with an MC who's like, "oh yeah I'm trans, got a problem with that then you can get punched in the throat🧍."

Tysm!

𖥻 characters... demon brothers, diavolo x trans m!reader

𖥻 genre... drabbles + a tiny bit of angst if u squint + mainly crack lolol

𖥻 warnings... mentions of transphobia [some demon doesn't respect ur pronouns :gasp:], swearing, a lil bit of fighting but nothing physical, short!mc bc i hc that demons are bigger than humans hehe, mc is a menace but they love u anyways

𖥻 a.n... HELP MEE I LOVE THIS 😭😭 IM ALSO LIKE THIS IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS ANON I LOVE YOU also side note i had so many ideas for this that wouldn't really fit into one large chunk of writing so i went with drabbles i hope thats alright with u anon !!! idk if u can tell but i'm not caught up with the lore lolol i haven't gotten past lesson 25 heh

from the moment you had arrived in devildom, you had been the epitome of chaos.

diavolo had called you by your deadname, which you rightfully objected to. the second you interrupted diavolo, lucifer was on his feet ready to murder you. it wasn't until you had explained the situation that lucifer calmed down and diavolo profusely apologised, stating that he hadn't known and was more than willing to respect your name and pronouns.

to say you were shocked would be an understatement, especially after finding out just who diavolo was. though you hadn't quite grasped what your new reality was, you did realise that these "demons" were no joke. but even though they were demons, they had taken your gender identity and pronouns more seriously than a lot of humans you've told.

from the get go, lucifer knew you would be a handful. great, he thought, another nuisance to add to his list of problems. however, he hadn't expected you to be this boisterous.

and while he grew to love how you didn't take shit from anyone, it didn't mean you weren't the cause of his migraines ninety percent of the time.

"you're punishing me because i'm trans, aren't you?" you joked, which only made the first born roll his eyes, pulling laughs out of the brothers who watched.

"for the last time, i'm lecturing you because you skipped classes to play hooky with that fool next to you, and when you were asked why you did it, your response was and i quote 'be gay, do crimes'." the seriousness on lucifer's face as he said that had you doing everything in your power to hold back your laugh, only for you to slip up and let out a squeak of laughter.

the other six lounged on the couch behind you, finding the situation just as hilarious as you if their cackles were anything to go by.

"suck my ten inch dick you fucking loser!" you yelled out behind you to mammon as you ran around the HOL sitting room, jumping over belphie who was casually sleeping on the floor, causing the lounging brothers to look up from what they were doing.

"hey." lucifer warned, eyes trained on the documents he was reading, occasionally throwing a glance at the commotion.

"fuck you! you don't even have a dick! gimme goldie back ya tree stump!" mammon cried out, chasing you as you went to hide behind the couch where satan and asmodeus sat, watching the show with amusement in their eyes.

"language!" lucifer chided while massaging the bridge of his nose, knowing full well no one was even listening.

"that's not what you were saying last night!" you replied, yelping when the second born nearly got a hold of your shirt.

"that don't even make sense! lucifer, help me out here will ya?!"

"you started this, you deal with the consequences." lucifer sighed out, but the smile on his face betrayed his faux exasperation.

you screamed when mammon tried barrelling towards you, only for beelzebub to pick up his defiant older brother and walk away with him in his arms.

"stop yelling, can't focus on eating when you're chasing mc." beel said with an ice lolly hanging from his lips.

you had known you were bound to run into some demons that opposed your gender identity, and that's why you were in this situation right now.

you were in a lust demon's face, more than ready to throw hands if the situation called for it.

they had mocked you by using the wrong set of pronouns on you and when you tried to correct them, they simply rolled their eyes and laughed.

if you were in a cartoon, you were sure to have the cross popping veins above your head right now.

"you either use my preferred pronouns or i'll hit you in the jaw with a fucking brick." you spat at them, beyond ready to make your threat a reality.

"mc!" you heard satan call from across the hallway, making your head snap towards him.

the fourth born quickly made his way towards you and started dragging you away, all the while telling you off about how you just couldn't pick fights in the middle of a RAD hallway right before fifth period.

you had blocked him out for the most part, choosing to shoot daggers at the demon from earlier, moving to mouth a clear 'i will feed you to cerberus' you knew would make belphie proud.

"mc, pleaseeeee." levi whined, following you as you manoeuvred around the kitchen.

"fine! but let me think about it!" you gave up, throwing your hands in the air before turning to the demon behind you.

levi cheered and pumped his fist in the air before you interrupted his celebration, "if it's another short chatacter, my answer is no."

leviathan cried out, letting out something akin to a groan, a whine and a cry at the same time.

"IT IS?" you shouted. truthfully, you had just been joking, taking a playful guess as to what he wanted to dress you up in, but you never thought you would nail the hammer on the head.

"mc, last one i swear! after this one i'll give you the tall characters!" he continued to whine, going as far as to follow you into your room.

"you said that last time!" came your rebuttal.

".... but you'd look so cute as the short one.." without a warning, leviathan shoved his DDD in your face with a picture of the characters he wanted you and him to cosplay.

... and you had to admit, you would look good as the short one.

you huffed, "you win, but this is the last time, levi! i mean it! no more cute characters for me! i wanna cosplay badass characters!"

the avatar of envy let out an excited squeak and nodded so fast you worried he would get whiplash. he practically ran out of your room, probably off to order your costume on akuzon and you sighed, knowing that this time would in fact not be the last time.

"you don't think i'm strong enough to do it?" you asked tauntingly, and beel shrugged.

"i didn't think humans could be strong." the avatar of gluttony admitted and continued on walking, moving past you and setting the box down.

"well i am but... i.. i just don't want to!" you huffed and looked away.

the demon paused from picking up the next box and looked at you for a while, giving you a look that you recognised to be one of amusement.

"... you don't believe me, do you?" you stepped forward, making a go for the box beel was reaching for. said demon watched you, staring at your arms in a 'are you sure about this' manner.

"s-see! i'm doing just fuh-fine!" you somehow managed to wheeze out, the enchanted package being far heavier than you anticipated. maybe the tall demon was right, maybe humans weren't strong enough to carry cursed boxes but you weren't about to tell him that.

"you're going to blow out your back." beelzebub wasted no time in taking the box from your arms before you could hurt yourself, gently placing it amongst the other bewitched boxes all while making it seem as though it were weightless.

"i swear! i'm stronger than every other man!" you shouted as he picked you up and carried you under his arm.

the demon didn't reply, simply walking out of the door with you squirming in his grasp, promising that there was no man out there stronger than you.

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moonsmultimusings · 1 year

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“ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “ // from seven, to yoosung! he's in his Feelings, ok

Talking on the messenger late at night wasn't necessarily unusual, considering Seven's strange work schedule and Yoosung's poor habit of gaming late into the evening. Even Yoosung was getting ready to turn in for the night when he'd gotten that call, though. He needed to head to bed soon, lest he end up with less than four hours of sleep before class tomorrow… But this seemed important. More important than LOLOL, or sleep, or tomorrow morning's suffering. Why would Seven call him at this hour otherwise?

He didn't tend to see Seven behaving too seriously, being used to always finding him joking around in chats. From the tone alone, Yoosung could tell. Something was wrong. Especially when leading off the call like that.

“Seven… Is everything okay?” he asked first, sort of an instinctual question. It seemed kind of silly once he heard it out loud, though. Obviously it couldn't have been, right? “I know I may not seem reliable to you, but… If you need to talk about something, I'll listen. I was going to be awake for a bit longer anyway, so don't worry about it.” That wasn't true, but he pushed himself to kick off the covers and stand up anyway. He didn't feel he'd been there enough for Rika. Surely he hadn't listened enough, hadn't been supportive enough to help her out when she'd needed it most. It wasn't a mistake he wanted to make again with someone else he cared about.

#´ ･ . ✶ic; asked and answered #´ ･ . ✶muse; 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥‚ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 ⦅ kim yoosung ⦆#´ ･ . ✶ship; 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ⦅ yooseven ⦆#{ hitting the angst button straight away i see! }#{ yoos wants to help..... 😭 }#adoranoia

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reireisama · 1 year

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YO IM BACK WITH ANOTHER HNK EPISODE LOLOL. Sorry i've been slacking off but ig we gotta work. I have my hnk phase back again so lesgo shgsheg

2. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Late Night Talk✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Burma Ruby pov.

It was late at night and i couldn't fall asleep. Those weird sounds scared me everytime i tried to close my eyes. That's how i ended up sitting on my bed with a sword hugged tightly to my chest. What is making those sounds... does people don't know that we need to sleep? I looked out of the window, it was still dark outside and it didn't seem like it'll get bright any time. "What am I supposed to do now... It's so scary, and dark... and scary..." I thought and started trembling. Then a thought entered my mind, what if Larimar is still somewhere outside? I wonder, how does she survive without sleeping? That's just... weird. But what if something happened to her while she tried walking back to the school? I need to find her right now! And no, of course it's not an excuse to just spend time with her because i'm scared, of course not.

I walked out of the school without the sword now, since Lunarians won't come in the night. I tried to spot a blue light shining somewhere in the grass but i couldn't find anything. "Where are you, Larimar?" I said to myself and looked around again. I walked around like that for good 15 minutes until i spotted someone sitting at the shore. Could this be Larimar? Thank god! But... what is she doing? Larimar was spinning around slowly, one of her hands held out to the side and the other one bend in front of her like she was leaning on something. Is this what you call dancing? I ran up to her and tapped her shoulder. She stopped moving and turned her head around. "Burmy?" She asked and rested her hands alongside her body. I answered with a quick "mhm". She seemed surprised that i'm here, she turned her whole body to look at me directly. "What are you doing here? It's really late, you should be sleeping!" Larimar held the strands of her hair. "I could ask you the same..." I paused and looked at her from head to toe "What.. were you doing?" I asked and narrowed my eyebrows. A smile appeared on Larimar's face, she giggled a little bit. She seemed excited to tell me about the thing she was doing a moment ago.

"I just imagine some music playing and i start moving to the rhythm. Want to try with me?" Larimar asked and held her hands out. "Umm... Sure, i guess i can try" I replied and placed my hands in hers. "Alright, i'll hum a melody that comes into my mind and we'll try to move with the rhythm" She said focused on coming up with a melody. When she was ready, she sighed and started humming a slow song. I wasn't really sure what kind of moves to make until Larimar started leading me. We moved around making slow circles in the sand. When the melody got faster, Larimar started moving her whole body, not only her legs. She moved closer to me and put her left hand around my shoulder which made our bodies touch. Now i didn't know what to do. My right hand was free and it was just wandering around Larimar's back. She was still leading me with our moves and smiling brightly. It seems that she likes to do that and sharing her interest with me made her happy. We had fun for next a couple of minutes, then i felt my legs getting weak. Is it because i'm awake at this hour? I closed my eyes trying not to fall, but i could feel getting weaker and weaker with every moment. Larimar stopped humming and moving around, i felt her hands under my armpits. After that, i couldn't feel anything, everything went black.

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I opened my eyes a little bit to see Larimar looking down at me. She looked like... an angel. She looked awesome in the light her hair generated, I could look at her for ages. Tho, she seemed concerned even if i could only see her eyebrows and mouth. "Burmy? Are you alright?" She asked and looked at me closely. I nodded slowly while trying to sit up, which didn't succed. "It seems like your body can't work in the night... I should take you back to the school, come here" She said quietly and lifted me up. She held my thighs so i won't fall and started walking towards the school. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her shiny hair. "Why did you even leave your room in the night?" She asked while not even stopping. I felt embarrassed to tell her about it but i guess she needs an explanation. "Umm... I couldn't sleep because of some weird noises. I'm actually really started of darkness and nights in general. The only person i could think of to make me feel better, was you. So i came outside looking for you, since you're always outside" I answered her and looked at the road behind Larimar. She smiled and patted my back. I think this is the moment i should ask her about something. "Larimar, why are you never if your dormitory? Don't you feel weak in the night too?" I asked and grabbed some of Larimars hair. She hummed and answered my question. "Well, i do feel weak in the night, but i don't feel the need to go to sleep. I don't know if i can sleep since... it would feel the same. I don't think i would even notice if i went to sleep" I nodded and continued playing with her hair. Still, she could try to sleep, it would be good for her. Maybe i'll try to make her sleep with me... Wait- what am i thinking!? That's weird! I should stop thinking of Larimar that way, she's just my teammate, nothing more! But... i feel different about her after i saw her literally gleaming while looking down at me. We continued our journey in silence.

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Larimar laid me down on my bed and sat next to me. "Do you want me to stay with you?" She asked and took the blanket into her hands. I nodded slowly after a minute of hesitation. Larimar smiled and covered me with the blanket. "I'll just sit here and wait for you to fall asleep" She said and put her hands on her knees. Is she going to just sit here? I think she should try to sleep too... "Larimar, could you lay next to me for a second?" I asked her and grabbed her wrist. Larimar seemed a little bit questionable but she did as i said. Now, she was laying next to me and staring at the ceiling. "Tell me, do you have your eyes closed while they're tied with a bandage?" I asked her and moved my hand towards her face. She nodded quickly and didn't move an inch. "Then... can i take off the bandage? I just want to see your face without it" I asked politely and put my hand over Larimars eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out of her throat. "I... don't want you to look at me yet. You may get scared of me, I don't want that" She took my hand in hers and placed it on her chest. I nodded while looking at what she's going to do with my hand. I moved closer to her and rested my head on her shoulder. I could feel Larimar relaxing and... falling asleep? Did i really make her fall asleep just now? Wow... I feel special! I sighed and felt Larimars head turning to me, then she whispered into my ear. "That's kind of cute that you're scared of darkness, it makes me want to protect you even more hehe..." She paused to bring my hand closer to her lips "You're such a cutie, Burmy"

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I'm dissappointed that i wrote so little lmaoooo but i guess that works i'll probably write something tomorrow so see ya <3

#houseki no kuni #houseki no kuni oc #hnk #hnk oc #oc x oc

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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Lolol just saw the wip post reblog (dash is a bit full lmao). Good luck on your exam!

Anyway, I couldn’t choose between them, but Life is Still Going On just cos I’m in love with that song.

Honestly I forgot about it too until I looked up my WIP list again AHAHAA but yesss it went rather well, actually! I got a 98% yusssssss anywho sure thing!

[Choose a WIP and I'll drop a drabble based on it/from it]

"Would you like to check-in?" The hotel manager smiles, his nametag seemed to glow despite the dim lighting. It was long past midnight, and the moon was high in the sky, this hotel was your only refuge from the harsh cold and, luckily, everything about it was homey. "We have a special offer for first time guests, your stay at the Dreamer hotel is completely free," he insists. You read his nametag now: Huang Renjun.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, yes," he confirms. "It's rather cold outside... I promise if you stay here we'll ensure a dream come true," he says the slogan of the hotel, as engraved on the sign behind him.

"Sure, I'll stay the night, thank you," you gave in, taking the pen from him and signing your name on the guest register.

"I'll take your bags, then!" Someone speaks behind you, his nametag gilded with amethyst accents much similar to Renjun's.

"Jeno will take you to your room, if you need anything, please do not hesitate to call the front desk," Renjun returns to his computer as you follow Jeno down the hall. You passed by various rooms, but you couldn't hear a sound aside from the howling wind outside.

"Everything alright?" Jeno asks. "I know, it's scary," he nods his head. "But, you can rest well, you're in good hands here," he stops in front of a room. Room 101. "This here will be your room," he opens it for you and hands you the key, waiting for you to enter first. "You must be tired, go ahead and get some rest, you can unpack tomorrow," he says.

"Tomorrow, yeah," you had to agree with him, you'd been feeling exhausted since you first stepped foot into the lobby.

"I'll leave your things here, rest assured, I'm sure you'll have a dream come true," he says before exiting the room. You heard the lock click and you fell onto the bed, exhaustion finally taking over you.

...

"What a strange dream..." you shook your head, running a tired hand down your face. Your phone rang next to you, Jeno's contact picture across the screen. "Jeno, you'll never believe it, I just had the strangest dream about you."

"Is that so? What was it about?"

"You and the guys ran a hotel, isn't that the strangest thing?"

"Whoa, wonder what the symbolism of that is. Hey, Haechan's on his way to pick you up, we're heading to the beach today, or did you forget?"

"Of course I didn't forget, what the hell? You guys are the only friends I have, I'll be ready before he gets here."

"Yeah, yeah, see you in a bit!"

#asks #qui 🐐#ask event #wip #life is still going on #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream x y/n #nct dream drabbles

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stormflypirateskin · 2 years

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Ooooooo!!! I got a good request!

Can I get Yoosung and Jumin (gotta have both my MM husbandos ;) headcanons with a SO who is on a trip overseas? How would they cope with being alone without them?

Thank you, angel! 💕

Yoosung and Jumin with a reader who is on a trip overseas!

Ohhhh, did Jumin captured your eye? I like this request, it was quite fun to do! Here you go, hope this is alright!

-Yoosung when he first heard that you want to go overseas, he was happy but man.. was he gonna miss you. He wished he could be with you more but this looked like something that you were looking forward to, so he didn't say much.

-Before you left, he hugged you tightly and gave you a long kiss since he knew that you had to go now. Getting back home, he already missed you so much! The first thing he does is open LOLOL to distract himself.

-Yoosung tries to cope by cooking and doing other stuff you two usually do. Another thing he does is hug your pillow or your plushie (if you have one) at night since it still has your scent and buries his whole face into it, but no matter what he did, he felt kinda heavy on his chest since you were gone and he missed you a LOT.

-Yoosung texts and calls often! He often reminds you to take care of yourself and even tells you what he did that day. He eventually admits and says that he misses you and he can't wait for you to be back already so he can hold you once more!

-When you come back, he hugs you so tightly and buries his face on your neck, he missed everything about you. Back home, he is always near you and will show you tons of affection cuz he is so happy that you are back!

-Jumin immediately brings the best guards to protect you as you get ready to leave for your trip. Back then, you wouldn't really be able to guess what he was feeling but now seeing his face? He looked a little hurt because he didn't want to be away from you. He wasn't able to see you much due to him being busy so he tends to miss you a lot.. but he does want you to be happy.

-When you had to leave, he made sure to hold you close to him for as long as he could, not wanting to pull away. You could even see it on his face and his soft eyes that he would miss you greatly before leaving a big kiss on your lips, not even wanting to pull away. The first thing he does when he gets back is drink some wine as he reads a book you like to distract himself, already missing you a lot.

-He tries to cope by spending time with Elizabeth the 3rd or just focusing on his work instead, but you never seem to leave his mind and it aches his heart since you are not there with him. Sometimes he does or watches the things you love since a lot of times you two do this stuff together.

-Jumin calls whenever he has time since he is also swarmed with work. Jaehee sometimes calls you and keeps you updated if she has some time during calls or even in the chatrooms. She sometimes mentions that Jumin looks down or pissed, probably because he misses you so much.

-When you come back home, just know that Jumin will REFUSE to leave your side, seriously. He holds you close to him whenever you are doing something and expresses how much he missed you with a smile since he is very glad that you are back. He slowly leans in to give you a kiss but is interrupted by Elizabeth the 3rd jumping on your lap. Looks like she missed you, too.

#yoosung kim #jumin han #yoosung #yoosung x reader #jumin #jumin x reader #mystic messenger x reader #yoosung kim x reader #jumin han x reader #fluff #gender neutral #headcanons #fic

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Can I ask for some fluff with Chifuyu~~Where girlfriend reader is use to being affectionate (she’s a naturally affectionate person) so when saying sweet things to him, hugging, cuddling, hand holding, etc. she’s not shy about it and doesn’t really blush compared to Chifuyu who is the opposite! Like he’s always blushing bad and nervous with her being so sweet or close like that. So what if one time Chifuyu decides to be confident and try and make her blush hard for him instead?!! What does he do and/or say💗?

Note: Thank you soooo much for the request! I’m so sorry that this is so late! Not sure if you saw my previous post, but I was out of town and got sick. Feeling much better now! Please don’t hate me!

Chifuyu x F! Reader

Warning: Some slight suggestive NSFW themes? Cursing (just ass and hell was used a couple times here). Female reader.

Genre: Fluff and comedy

Word Count: 1,193

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Note: This was the video I used for reference lolol. Chifuyu was desperate. He wanted to make you feel the way he did. He wanted to see if he could make you nervous or blush.

No.

He needed to know if he could also make your heart flutter the way you did to him.

But maybe going to Baji wasn't really the best idea. Chifuyu was hesitant at first, but he trusted his captain and hoped that he could provide him with some quality advice.

"Slap her ass." "Wha-what?" "You know, give her ass a little smack." Baji said as he tied his hair back to keep cool from the burning sun. The Toman gang and you were hanging out at the park, taking advantage of the clear weather and summer break. "I can't do that! That's disrespectful!" "Not unless she told you she likes and wants you to do it." Baji replies quickly. He'd never suggest touching anyone without permission. "I wouldn't know. I never tried it." You and Chifuyu have been dating for a few months, but your physical touches only consisted of kissing, holding hands, and hugging. He was too nervous to go any further. He really valued your and his relationship! "Okay, okay. I got it." Baji grins as he calls you over. "Wait, what's your idea?" He sees you slowly approaching him. "Tell her her ass looks juicy. It's a trend going around and apparently girls like it." "What?! I can't say that! Isn't that a little too much?" Chifuyu was trying to think of an alternative but it was too late. "Say what?" You smile at your boyfriend, tilting your head as Baji slaps his hand on his friend's back. "Yeah, buddy, you told me to call her over. What did you wanna say?" He encouraged his vice captain. "Oh, need some privacy? My bad. Let me give you some space." "Everything okay?" You asked, seeing how he looked a bit nervous once Baji left. "Ye-yeah. I just wanted to tell you that your b-butt looks. . . j-juicy." God he just wanted to punch himself until he passed out. This was such a bad idea! Why the hell did he even go with Baji's plan!? "Wait, really? You think so?" Chifuyu hears the excitement in your voice, taking a moment to process your reaction. He thought you'd slap him or think of him as a pervert! "Ye-yeah! It looks great!" He quickly responds. "I'm so happy!" You squealed as you did a little dance. "I've been training with Mikey and doing these new exercises to build my endurance. I have noticed that my muscles are a little bit tighter so I'm glad you noticed, too!" You've been learning how to fight so you wouldn't be a liability to the others. Your main goal was to keep up in a fight so you weren't really focused on building your bottom. But hey, you'll take the added bonus. "Really? Well, it's been paying off! You look amazing, babe! I mean, you always do." Chifuyu felt slightly guilty that he didn't notice until you twirled around a bit. He didn't want to be rude if you caught him staring, but he did steal enough glances to realize a difference. In all honesty, he didn't care much for physical looks. What was important to him was the inside and you had one beautiful soul. "Yay! Thank you!" You turned to the side to show more of your backside. "Did you wanna touch it?" Cue Chifuyu's face erupting into different shades of red. ----------- The first attempt was a failure for him. The only positive was that you were happy with your progress, but you didn't blush once! It was your date night today so he thought he'd try out his new approach this time. Without his captain's help. He got the idea from one of his shoujo mangas and prayed that it would be a success. Chifuyu arrived earlier than the designated meeting time, not wanting to be late. "Chifuyu-kun!" He heard you call his name as you rushed over to him. "Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting too long." "Not at all. I just got here as well." "That's good. I was afraid I wasn't gonna make it. There's a lot of people out today." You fixed your hair. "How do I look? It was super crowded at the train station." "Gorgeous as always." He smiles as he gently takes your hand and plants a soft kiss. "Ready to go, princess?" The only nickname he's ever used with you was 'babe' or 'baby' so he thought to switch it up a bit this time. "Princess?" Although his heart was pounding at his attempt to act smooth around you, he kept his gaze on you. Was that a blush? Was your heart finally fluttering? "That's new. I love it!" You giggle as you now wrap your arms around his neck. "Then if I'm your princess, that means you're my prince." He feels you lay a quick kiss on his lips as you stare lovingly at him. "O-of course!" Now he was faltering. "I hope that our story will have a 'happily ever after'." You buried your face in his chest and he's thankful that you couldn't see his flustered reaction. Chifuyu's heart is joyfully dancing in his chest while he couldn't believe that you'd want a happy ending with him, too!

----------- Note: This video was used for reference lolol. The vice captain's next effort was inspired by a video he saw while scrolling through his phone. This had to be it! He's never done this before so he was excited to see your reaction. You were hanging out in his room, trying to pick a movie to watch. While you browsed through the selection, he asked if you could stand up. "I wanna show you something." He tries his best to not stutter. "Sure! What is it?" "Hold your hands together." He interlocks his fingers and you do the same. You mimic his movements, watching him lift all his fingers from one hand. Once your fingers were up, he laced both your hands with his, raising your arms above your head. Chifuyu swifty and gently pins you against the wall while his free hand settles on your hip. "Chi-chifuyu-kun..!" Your __(e/c) eyes widen as a red hue decorated your cheeks. There it was! He did it! Gosh, you looked so cute! "A-ah, sorry! Was that too much?" He instantly releases you, Chifuyu's daring demeanor now replaced with his usual, bashful self. Your boyfriend looks away, trying not to seem like he was relishing in your embarrassment. He kind of was and he'll forever keep that image in his mental file, but he didn't want to make things awkward. Chifuyu then feels a slight tug on his sleeve and he directs his head towards the source. He sees his girlfriend, staring up at him with big and mesmerizing __(e/c) orbs while your cheeks continue to hold their red tint. "Can you..can you do that again?" You ask timidly, pulling him slightly closer to you. Heat suddenly rises to his entire face, his mind too frazzled to produce any coherent sentences. You were definitely going to be the death of him.

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uwurakax · 3 years

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another day ♡

pairing: oikawa x f!reader ♡

genre: angsty // exes // mutual pining ♡

summary: after the constant fighting and bubbling insecurities, you and oikawa both decide that breaking up is probably for the best. too bad that it wasn’t what either if you had wanted ♡

♡ read part one ‘save your tears’ here ♡

word count: 2k ♡

author’s note: super tired, i should be packing but im not lol, 4am gang ayyy. as always not proofread because i cannot stomach the idea of rereading what i wrote. this was what originally ‘save your tears’ was going to be, but part one got too long so haha. spoils of part one, so if you haven’t read it go ahead, or don’t lolol it could be read alone ig hurr hurr ♡

♡ (inspired by save your tears - the weeknd/ariana grande) ♡

At one point in time, you would’ve enjoyed an atmosphere like this; the blaring lights, pounding music, and even the heat radiating off warm bodies in a cramped space. It was much more enjoyable when you had the familiar, comforting presence of him.

Yes him: Oikawa Tōru. Also known as the the guy who broke your heart less than two months ago. You hadn’t seen him since the week after, finally being able to pick up everything and go. It was scary how silent it was between you two. The unit the both of you had made a home, your first home with him, just a little more barren. Just a little more bare.

Just a little more empty.

Once homely rooms were now plain. To anyone else, it could be called minimalistic or modern. Sleek if you were to exaggerate it. To the both of you however, it was just stone cold. A lifeless corpse. One poor imitation of what it once was.

And seeing it like this was almost enough to have your heart break for a second time. It was a physical representation of your relationship. The feelings of warmth, comfort, admiration, any and every word any literary body could ever akin to love was once found here. It was sad to see it gone, almost like it was never there. However if you looked past the surface you’d see all the small details of things that once occupied the room. The once full drawers now easily fitting clothes with plenty of room to spare. A countertop with products only to one half of the sink. The minuscule dust imprints left behind on the shelves that once housed your books.

The lingering smell of your perfume that was once so prominent.

You couldn’t tell, but Oikawa could. In the week you were gone, it slowly started to fade. The first night Oikawa was drowning in it. It clung to, what once was, your pillow and on the blanket. Choking and suffocating him with the sweet smell. He couldn’t bear to see the bed without you in it, and hated the God awful smell. Opening the window and facing away, he had a dreamless sleep that night.

And as the week passed, so did the scent of you.

He couldn’t explain why, but the moment he opened the door, his body felt at ease. His eyes blessed, even if you had those dark circles and slightly red eyes with unkempt hair. It was as if it was instinct to feel relief at being near you.

It was the longest few hours of Oikawa’s life that day, and somehow it was still just too short. Helping you gather your things, putting them into boxes and loading them into a tiny hired truck until eventually there was nothing left.

You were gone from the apartment, and now Oikawa’s life.

It was awkward the second time, saying goodbye. The finality of it all dawning on the both of you. You at least had this excuse to see each other once more. After this, there was nothing. No more reasons to come back, to call, message or even see each other again.

This was officially the last time you’d ever get to see Oikawa Tōru.

You’d both stood there for a few moments, only the wind against leaves and the occasional car offering any sort of background noise. Neither of you wanting or willing for this moment to end. Despite it all, it wasn’t hard to see that you both yearned for each other. Just how cruel it was that you couldn’t see it.

Oikawa kept your pillow close that night. The smell of you was so faint, he was sure that it wouldn’t be too long before it completely faded. As he held the plush item near his chest he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life he could’ve had with you if he wasn’t so prideful? All the fantasies and white picket fences surged in his mind, and so he finally drifted off to sleep, thinking of you.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“Here”

You turned to see your best friend handing you a glass of, well you weren’t sure exactly but anything to dull your senses at this point was okay in your book. Yes, almost two months since your breakup and you were still so torn. It was what he wanted right? Your lives are better this way. You’re sure his is. He wouldn’t have to hear you “nag” as he so put it, and you didn’t have to feel the exhaustion resulting because of it.

It was better this way. You knew it. Oikawa knew it. Your friends and family knew it. Heck even the old ladies down the damn street knew it.

So why did it feel so shitty.

You downed the drink quickly, not wanting to go through the spiral of emotions you were sure you were going to experience. You’d deal with the pain and hangover tomorrow like the adult you were. For now you just wanted to dance till your feet hurt, and then drink until they stopped hurting. A quick descent into self destruction that you’re sure you’d regret.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

The moment you turned your head to get back to the dance floor you locked eyed with him.

For a moment you stopped breathing. The music faded out quickly and the patrons of the club disappeared. Suddenly it was just you and him.

He looked good this time around, nothing like the last time you saw him. His perfectly fluffed and styled hair that was just so effortlessly Oikawa had become messy bed head. His bright chocolate eyes that twinkled just a little with mischief when he smirked had become sunken. His whole demeanour had completely drooped into a depressive state. It hurt to see.

He wasn’t like that now. He looked like how he had been before. No longer were the remnants of a heartbroken man. Oikawa Tōru had gone back to his charming self once again.

A cute girl with silky, long black hair approached him and just as quick as they went, everything came flooding back; the music, people and you found yourself being able to breathe again.

She touched his arm and laughed. The look in her eyes filled with the glimmer coyness. Her body language oozed with flirty persona. It was all too familial.

You should’ve guessed that he’d date again. It wasn’t like he couldn’t. The moment you both severed the relationship he had every right to do what he wanted. You did too. Sure you were seeing someone, but it wasn’t like that.

All too, touchy-feely.

It hurt to see, you weren’t going to lie. Seeing the way he touched her, held her, danced with her. For a good portion of the night you saw it. Seeing him be with her, the way he used to with you. No longer being the main character in his story; you were in the audience, watching.

You didn’t want to stay until the ending.

Without a word, you briskly brushed passed sweaty bodies, being bumped a few times before you finally made it to the door and opened it.

You walked a couple paces to the middle of the footpath, deeply inhaling the fresh air. It wasn’t suffocating anymore. You fumbled with your purse, reaching inside to pull out your phone. With the glow of neon lights emanating behind you, you saw a stray tear on the blackness of your screen.

Fuck, when did that happen?

You wiped it with the palm of your hand, and went to unlock your phone. As you prepared to send a text you heard the call of your voice.

“Tōr-Oikawa?”

He mentally winced at this, the formal tone of using his surname struck something inside. He didn’t like it, not at all. It wasn’t right, it felt strange.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? You followed me”

“Right... I guess I just wanted to see how you were, that’s all” he looked away, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. You softened at this. It just took you back to why you fell for him in the first place. The little things like this, that made you feel cared for and loved. Perhaps for a few minutes you could be delusional and pretend that Oikawa still cared for you.

“I’m fine, what about you? How is everything going?” Yikes. You cringed at how awkward you were being. You supposed that that’s how it was, not exactly friends and not complete strangers either.

“Yeah fine too...” he trailed off, and just like that you were brought back to that time before you left. Before the official goodbye. Not ready to end things just yet, but neither knowing what more to say.

Just for a little while, let me remember every trace, curve and detail.

You didn’t know what came over you, but soon enough you found yourself drawing closer to Oikawa. He looked at you with half lidded eyes, not daring to move a step, almost afraid if he did it would ruin this moment with you. Yes, it was selfish but...

You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, just like a memory from before. Using the pad of your thumb, you gently brushed over the soft skin. Ever so delicately, you traced down his jaw. The intimacy of your movements crossed a boundary between you. You knew it and he did too. You’d let yourselves be greedy though.

Oikawa raised his own hands to touch your face, perfectly ingraining it into his mind and body. His fingers slowly going over your features. He wouldn’t allow himself to forget any part of you.

It wasn’t long until you both wanted to overstep more.

The longing between you too great to try and stop. Eventually you both moved closer, faces and soul alike reaching for the other. Just a bit closer.

“Y/N?”

“Oikawa?”

You both frantically pulled away, heart racing now.

“Kageyama..”

“Tobio”

Oikawa tried to hide the venom in his voice, he really did, but when he saw Kageyama make his way beside you he couldn’t help but see red.

It didn’t seem like life was playing a very fair game.

“Oikawa are you alright?” He looked down at the petite girl beside him, now clinging to his arm. He threw on one of his brilliant smiles and told her it was okay.

“Are you cold? Here” Oikawa couldn’t keep up that smile for too long, not when he saw him putting his jacket around you. How you snuggled into the warmth. How it showed Oikawa that you were no longer his, and that you now found solace in another.

He couldn’t blame you, he knew that deep inside. He did the same, why shouldn’t you? It didn’t stop the burning hatred and envy he felt. The overwhelming sadness that enveloped him. All a heavy dump of emotions thrown on him within a few seconds.

You felt it too though. That girl hanging off his arm. Getting to parade around that Oikawa was hers. It was totally unreasonable to feel this way. You both ended things. It was mutual right? You would’ve told him and he would’ve told you if this breakup was a mistake right?

Right?

“Wanna go?” Kageyama whispered in your ear. You nodded.

“It was nice seeing you again T-Oikawa” you smiled sadly.

“You too Y/N...bye” you both turned away, walking in opposite directions. With every step, your heartache grew just a little more. Almost like your body needed to be near his, the memories it held being more truthful than your head could ever be.

Your heart, body and soul wanted Oikawa.

Your mind told you to let him go for his sake.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hey Oikawa?”

“Yes Kageyama?”

“Hmm?”

“He was your ex right? Oikawa?”

“That girl back there, is she her? The ex?

“Yeah he was”

“Yeah, she was”

“Do you still love him?”

“Do you still love her?”

There was a pause and you both stopped, mulling the question over.

Did you still love each other? It wasn’t hard to tell, everyone knew the answer. Ask any stranger but...

“No”

...

You both lied.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #oikawa angst

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tinyjeanmarco · 3 years

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modern!porco x reader

okay, so, since i absolutely adore porco, i’m gonna write a little fluff that popped into my head. i just believe in porco supremacy so expect a lot of porco fluff from me lolol. but yeah! here goes modern!porco x reader where they had a little date planned, but reader has been overworking themselves with cramming for finals, so they fall asleep when the two were supposed to be going out! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ i uhm, think my writing needs work so i apologize if this isn’t the very best! <3

modern!porco x gn!reader

warnings: none

wc: 1,587 words

the date you had planned with your boyfriend was in two hours. that’s plenty of time to cram a little more before getting ready, plus you’re really behind as it is.

if you were honest, the whole date thing was stressing you out more than your work was. you already knew that you would be up to the wee hours of the morning studying, but you might have to be up even later now that you would be spending time on something other than your work.

you loved porco, of course, you would enjoy the time you two will spend, but you’re still anxious about it as all hell. you ignored the thoughts of your impending doom and tried to focus back on your textbook. that’s all that was going through your sleep deprived brain.

textbook, write notes, textbook, more notes, quiz yourself, textbook, more textbook.

you didn’t even notice when you fell asleep, face planting right into your open book.

your boyfriend, however, did notice when you didn’t show up to his place, and also didn’t respond to your texts and calls. the plan was to meet up at his apartment and then walk to your favorite diner so he could treat you and hopefully take your mind off things. that did not happen.

after the eleventh unanswered text, porco was greatly annoyed with you, but just a bit more worried than anything. he made his way over to your apartment, ready to grill you on why you won’t answer him.

knocking on the door, he kept glancing at the time on his phone. it was almost an hour past the time you two had planned to meet up. unsurprisingly, you didn’t answer the door either.

worry and panic stirred in porco’s stomach. what if something happened to you while you were on your way to his place? shaking the thought out of his head, he pulled the spare key you had given him out of his pocket and proceeded to open the door.

“(Y/N)? i’m coming in.” he called out as he pushed the door open. the lack of response did little to help the growing panic in him, and rather solidified it. still however, he pushed it from his mind. you’re fine, you had to be.

calling out to you, he made his way through your apartment, searching for you. he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he spotted you in your room at your desk. asleep.

taking large strides across the room, he placed his hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you, so as to not freak you out. didn’t work, but was worth a try. you shot up, eyes wide, whipping your head around.

“whuh? who? where am i?” you called out groggily. porco chuckled fondly, his hand finding its way into your hair, petting you gently.

“you were asleep at your desk, sugar. our date was supposed to be an hour ago.” your head cleared at his words, and guilt replaced the tiredness in your head.

“oh. porco, baby, i’m so-” he cut you off, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“enough of that, you look like shit, darling. i’m just glad you were sleeping and not like dead in a ditch somewhere or something.” you sigh, pushing your chair away from your desk and getting up. you stretch and a few of your joints make a loud popping noise, causing porco to grimace.

“sugar, how long have you been sitting there?” he pulled your sluggish body into his chest.

“mmmph. i dunno, i fell asleep like two, three hours ago and before that, i was there for a few more hours. six in total at the least.” you mumble into his chest. porco’s heart clenches out of sympathy. “just lemme get ready and we can head out, pock.”

“oh. no, no, we’re not going anywhere now. we’re gonna stay here and take care of you because you can’t seem to find time to do it on your own.”

“wait, no, pock, i messed up, we can still go, i swear just let me- ah!” he startled you, picking you up and carrying you to your bed.

“alright, here’s the plan. i’ll run you a nice, hot bath, you get in said bath and while you’re doing that, i order some takeout and then we cuddle all night until we fall asleep.” he pressed dozens of tiny kisses to your face. you tried to protest again, but he wasn’t having it, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“you need a break. i don’t like seeing you so down and worn out. just let me be a good boyfriend and take care of you. no more studying tonight. just us, okay?” you sigh, relenting with a nod of your head. “thank you, sugar.” he pressed another kiss to the top of your head and set off to get a bath running for you.

you suppose a break could be good for you, after all you have been studying your ass off, running on barely three hours each night for a week now. it’s time to just stop and trust yourself in porco’s care.

finally being in your bed, you lie back and listen to the sound of running water, feeling your eyes droop closed. you barely rested your eyes for two minutes when porco came back in your room to tell you the bath was ready. making your way to get up, porco halted your actions and instead picked you up just as he did earlier, and carried you to the sweet smelling bath water.

he took it upon himself to make you a bubble bath, and if you weren’t already madly in love with him, this would do the trick. porco helped you undress, and lower yourself into the tub.

“okay, now stay here, i’m gonna go order some food for us.” and with that he left the room, allowing you to soak in the warmth that surrounded you like a blanket. now that you’re actually relaxing, you are so glad that porco decided to make you do this. it had been a while since you just took time to care for yourself.

you leaned your head back, allowing yourself to just sink into the heat and melt away the stress. you almost missed the sound of porco coming back in the room. he settled himself on the floor right beside you.

“how are you feeling, dove?”

heart skipping a beat at the use of the pet name he rarely uses, you mumbled out a response, “a little better. thank you for this, pock.” he grins, feeling accomplished.

the two of you sad there, chatting softly for around twenty minutes before porco made movement to help wash you and get you out of the tub. drying you off, he slips his hoodie off and onto you. you blush, clutching the soft material closer to you, taking in the comforting scent of his cologne.

the blond takes you by the hand and tugs you to your front room, pulling you on his lap. his arms snaked around your center, pulling you impossibly closer to him. burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing the softest kisses to the skin there. your boyfriend was the best when he was extremely clingy like right now. nothing is nearly as soft has him seemingly trying to absorb you and your essence.

the doorbell interrupted the silence you two had surrounded yourselves with, and your boyfriend made his way to the door, collecting your food and bringing it back. he told you to put on a movie of your choice as he set up everything on the table in front of the couch.

at this point, you’re thanking yourself for falling asleep earlier, or you wouldn’t have gotten this night in with the one person you love the most.

the rest of the evening was spent in a heap of cuddles in front of the tv, watching movie after movie until you began to drift away to sleep in the safety and warmth of your beloved’s arms.

“baby,” you tugged on his shirt to get his attention, “ ‘m tired.” you mumbled out to him, nuzzling even deeper into his embrace.

“alright, sugar, let’s get to bed then, yeah?” you nodded in response, making your move to get up, but again, for the third time tonight, he made his move first, picking you up and carrying you.

porco, being the best boyfriend ever, laid you down in your bed, tucking you in with a forehead kiss, and then going to clean up the living room. you were already half asleep when he came back in your room and slid into your bed right behind you, pulling your back snug against his chest.

“why are you still here? don’t you have to go home?” you ask into the darkness of the room.

pressing kisses into your neck and behind your ears, he replies, “not gonna leave my little sugar cube all alone tonight. gotta give you the best night of sleep ever, so that clearly means i’m here.”

you let out a chuckle before turning in his embrace, connecting your lips. your mouths slide together slowly. sparks fly everywhere, burning your soul with the love you have for this man. you pull apart with a smile on your face and dig yourself down into his chest.

“i love you, porco.”

“i love you too, (Y/N).”

#porco #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #snk #aot

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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Brahms and

“I am damaged.”

(Gives me Heathers vibes lolol)

(gif credit: toloveakiwi)

Warnings: Angst. A lot of Angst, swearing, suicide mention Word count: 2112 Notes: I was this close to writing a bad ending with the manor burning down but I felt bad for Brahms in this one - ALSO if you read this before I edited the first paragraph I’m sorry for the confusion lmao

A fresh start was what you needed. You managed to get away from your family once you took a job across the country as an accountant but you got lost on what felt like a never ending road heading to the middle of nowhere. When you first discovered the Manor it was by accident. You’d been walking for who knows how long among roads surrounded by trees, scared you’d eventually end up trespassing onto someone’s property - but instead you found yourself outside big open gothic gates.

The sun was starting to set and you tried calling out to whoever might’ve been inside the house behind the black spiked fences for a good half hour before going against your morals and just going inside. That’s when you discovered a few odd things. You didn’t know whether to start on the fact that there was drying blood on the floor or the chalk-like substance beside it next to the broken glass belonging to the mirror on the wall, it was a lot to take in.

You assumed that whoever was in the house had decided to flee or maybe someone had broken in - not counting yourself - it was a bit much to think about considering the fact that you were tired as hell and just wanted to sleep. You saw some bunched up blankets and pillows on the couch just feet away from what looked like a legitimate crime scene and decided that sleeping would be a terrible idea, but you were so tired that once again your morals were abandoned as you passed out curled on the white couch cuddling up to the blanket.

That morning, you met the man in the porcelain mask.

You watched him with wide eyes and worried yourself with thoughts of him hurting you and the blood puddle from last night flashed like a ‘life before your eyes’ memory as you tried to imagine what this large figure could do to you - not sexually, although those thoughts were close behind. He got close and as much as the mask creeped you out and you prayed you were dreaming, he didn’t turn hostile, instead he just asked for your name in a high pitched child-like voice.

“Y-Y/N. I am so sorry if I intruded - do you live here? I was just getting ready to go if-”

“No. Stay.” Stay?

“I can explain, sir. I was just so tired and the gates were open and I just needed to-” You gripped your head as an ache hit, you couldn’t tell whether or not it was caused by your own rambling or if it was from the confusion of the events you’d witnessed and were witnessing.

The man - who you later found out was named Brahms - explained as little as you’d wanted. A doll and a list of rules, why? Who knows? Definitely not you, he just expected you to roll with it and so you did. You were a little scared of him so you decided to follow the rules if it meant keeping you alive.

Cut to a few weeks down the line. You’re still living in this gothic daydream of a house with a mysterious man who gave you Phantom of the Opera vibes, things were surprisingly going well for you. For example, you weren’t dead and as weird as it sounded, you and Brahms were now a thing.

Was it weird kissing porcelain lips rather than real ones? Yes. Was it weird falling asleep next to that face? Yes. Was it weird how he never took that damn mask off unless your eyes were covered? Yes. But you managed to deal with it.

When you said you wanted a fresh start this isn’t what you had in mind but weren’t really complaining at the same time. At last, you were happy. You always dreamed of living away from everyone in a cottage in the woods where your only responsibility was to bake bread and not worry about anything, and this was just as close as you were gonna get to that - a manor, where your only responsibility was to care for Brahms. He’s so mysterious, it makes you feel something that you couldn’t explain. But as weird and unexplainable as it truly was to you, you were still happy.

However, things started going sour after an incident that occurred after lunch one day. Brahms’ had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and he was constantly throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’d just finished the dishes and Brahms was sulking around the dining room table shoving at the chairs and kicking the table legs every time he passed one.

You were growing sick of him and threw the dirty rag you were holding onto the counter and squawked at the older man. “Brahms! What is your problem?”

He stopped and looked up at you for a few seconds before a string of apologies fell out of your mouth, as genuine as they were they also seemed so shallow as you watched Brahms’ eyes. You weren’t standing close enough to see any twitches or expression in those eyes, but you did see what looked to be tears. It broke you.

That’s when Brahms started growing distant. Usually he loved being around you and lived and breathed you but now it just feels like the real Brahms is actually dead and haunting you. You thought It’d blow over in a few days - or in Brahms’ case, a few hours - but it didn’t. He continued to just linger like a ghost, you could feel him watching you but he’d never speak a word and if you tried to initiate a conversation with him he’d disappear.

He began spending more time in the walls and his side of the bed was now occupied by nothing, growing cold. His guilt from the other day was eating him alive and you weren’t actually sure if he’d been eating either since the meals you left him in the freezer stayed there. It worried you, but you couldn’t get through to him, which made you even more worried.

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That night you heard a loud bang come from downstairs and quickly sat up, swinging your legs over your bed and onto the floor you pushed yourself up and ran for the bedroom door. You opened it then stopped before going back in to grab your phone, switching the phone’s light on then making your way downstairs as quickly as you could. Brahms was on the floor, the fridge was open, and the pot of spaghetti you made for dinner was now sprawled across the kitchen floor. Brahms looked up at you and you expected to see shame in his eyes, but they looked dead instead - Not as if he didn’t regret his mistake or that he didn’t care, but he just seemed dead inside.

You knelt down beside him and reached for him but before you could say his name he was up and running for the closest entrance to the walls. “BRAHMS!” You called after him but he didn’t stop, so you ran after him. Being in the walls for the first time was weird but all those feelings felt as if they were miles away while Brahms was racing through your mind even quicker, he seemed to be moving faster as if he were trying to get away from you. You continued calling after him until he turned a corner into his loft and stopped dead in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn to meet your eyes or talk, he just stood there with his back to you looking down at the floor.

You took a few seconds to watch him just in case he was planning on doing something but he didn’t, he just stood there. You tried to step forward and reach for him but your limbs stayed put, so you let out the breath you’d been holding in. “Brahms, please.” Your words were shaky as you tried not to cry. “I told you, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I didn’t-”

You stopped when Brahms slowly turned to you - a part of you was relieved that he’d finally stopped ignoring you - and said those three words. “I am damaged.”

Neither of you spoke as you tried to collect your words but you couldn’t find the right words. “What?”

“I am damaged.”

“No you’re not Brahms-”

“YES I AM!” He raised his voice and you took a few steps back, bumping into the wall. “I am a monster.”

You were very confused at this moment, you thought Brahms was mad at you for yelling at him but he was mad at himself? You took a step forward but he took a step back, purposefully trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I’m a monster.”

“Brahms you are not a monster. You are not damaged, you’re not bad.” You tried to convince him as he began rummaging through a box on the floor, you began biting down on your thumbnail softly as he picked up what looked to be a news article and shoved it into your chest with a slight bit of force.

You looked down and grabbed the newspaper as he went to let go and you began reading. “I killed her.”

You clicked your tongue as you tried to take in this new information, you were finally starting to realise why he held so much back from you, especially when it came to his past. Letting out a breath you looked up at the man. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You were shocked by the words that came out of your mouth and shocked that you meant everything you’d said. You were standing right next to a murderer and you weren’t scared.

Without warning Brahms ripped off his mask before stepping up to you, just inches away from your face as he screamed “What about this! Huh? I am not who you fucking think I am! I am fucking dam-” He bit his lip and quickly turned around, putting the mask back on and trying to quieten his sobs. “Just go. Before I hurt you, too.” he said in a hushed, calmer voice that you almost didn’t hear.

“No.” Brahms turned to you, he was just as confused as you were. “What else have you done. What else are you hiding from me?” You weren’t angry, still a little upset, but not angry.

“You’ll leave me, just like they all did.”

“Brahms trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done bad things too.” You let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to try to lighten the mood but it clearly failed as you cleared your throat and tried to act like it didn’t happen. “Please. I just want you to be honest with me.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he took the mask off and wiped away the stray tears before they could fall. Brahms began to dive into his past, from the murder of his childhood friend to the most recent murder that took place the night you arrived. He answered all your questions and watched you, still worried you’d go against your promises and run but you didn’t. You just stood there and listened, you were glad he was finally being honest - in return you told him about your past and even though it wasn’t as gruesome as his he still listened. By the end of that conversation you felt closer to Brahms, it felt like a twisted version of couple’s therapy but it worked. Brahms was still very surprised at the fact that you stayed even after he admitted to his crimes, he felt a bit sympathetic for you even.

That night the two of you fell asleep next to each other, woke up together, ate breakfast together, it was the most inseparable the two of you had been in months. After last night you’d expected a bittersweet ending - you expected to be kicked out, even - but you were only closer to him, the strange man who once wore a mask of porcelain.

This is as good as your life is going to get, and you’re still happy.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire angst #brahms heelshire x reader #the boy #the boy 2016 #angst #slasher #writing

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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‘When The Clock Strikes Twelve’ RFA (+ Saeran and V) x Reader, New Years Headcanons

Just a little something extra to celebrate the end of 2020, it’s been rough and I truly hope that 2021 is better for all of us. The RFA believes in you and hopes for a better year too!

(Mix of SFW and NSFW implied)

Zen/Hyun Ryu x Reader New Years Headcanons

Zen usually enjoyed going to parties on new years, but this year was different. He was spending it curled up on the sofa with you, and he was thankful for it. It was just you, him, some delicious food and plenty of beers.

The two of you would be watching a film together, and because he’s a gentleman, he let you pick. You settle on a musical, surprisingly not one he stars in, but that doesn’t stop him from knowing all of the lyrics to every song and serenading you with them.

By the time it’s 11.45pm, you’re both almost entirely out of alcohol and he’s somehow wiggled you into straddling his lap, not that you minded in the slightest.

The film continued playing but was long forgotten as you peppered lipstick filled kisses down his jar and neck. For a moment, you had both honestly forgotten that you were waiting for midnight, and only realised when you heard the sudden boom of fireworks that it was the new year.

Zen and you both scramble to lift your drinks up to toast the new year and resume kissing, almost aggressively.

‘Jagiya~ How about we continue this in the bedroom so we can Christen the new year properly?’ He’d whisper as he kissed up to your ear, before promptly lifting you bridal style off of his lap and carrying you into the next room.

Jaehee Kang x Reader New Years Headcanons

Jaehee was very tired by the nighttime, but it wasn’t often she got a paid holiday off so she wanted to take the full advantage of being able to spend it with you. The two of you spent the day baking, having fun, watching various musicals of Zen’s, relaxing and just enjoying one another’s company.

When it came to five to midnight, you would both be standing outside on her balcony ready to watch the fireworks and call the count down. The live News countdown would playing on the TV. Jaehee didn’t particularly care for New Years usually as she typically spent it alone, but she was enjoying making a memory of it with you.

You heard the countdown begin on the TV and felt Jaehee hold you a little closer against the chill air, a glimmer of excitement flashing in her honey eyes. ‘Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!’ you chant in unison as she turns with a smile, bringing your lips together. She had never had a new years kiss before, and it felt so magical with the fireworks illuminating the sky in colourful flowers behind you.

‘Happy New Year, ____. I hope we get another year of happiness together.’

Yoosung Kim x Reader New Years Headcanons

It was too far to travel to either of your homes, so you decided to just have a nice New Years together in his dorm. The two of you spent some time with his flatmates, made food together, played some LOLOL and settled onto his bed for a movie and a cuddle.

Yoosung was a little worried that maybe you weren’t having enough fun and that he wished you could have done something more exciting, but you assured him that you were more than happy to just spend the time with him.

You suddenly woke up when you heard his flatmates start yelling the countdown outside your room and shook Yoosung awake too. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Yoosung was just so warm and cosy! Everything was happening so fast that by the time Yoosung was conscious, the countdown was already on four.

There was a slight confusion and panic evident across both of your faces as you suddenly, and probably with a bit too much eagerness, smashed your lips together at ‘one!’ so you both still got your new years kiss.

After the moment of urgency had passed, you both looked at eachother, and down towards eachothers lips in a flustered embarrassment. Yoosung’s face had gone a little red, so you pressed another less time-sensitive kiss to his warm cheek. - ‘Happy New Year, Yoosung.’ ‘Happy New Year, ____.’

Jumin Han x Reader New Years Headcanons

Jumin had the chef prepare a special evening meal for the two of you and had an extra special bottle of wine brought up from the wine cellar to accompany it. He usually spent New Years alone doing work since he didn’t feel like he cared enough about the holiday to prioritise it over getting ahead of his work schedule, but this year was different because you were with him.

He would have let you take the lead on how you wanted the two of you to spend the evening after the meal, and was delighted to find out that you just wanted to spend the time enjoying each others company and sharing some wine by his fire.

The countdown would have also been playing on Jumin’s huge television. He didn’t usually put it on because he never had time for such leisure, but you had wanted to watch the countdown and he would do anything to indulge you for it.

When it was two minutes to midnight, you both went out into his rooftop gardens to enjoy the view from his skyline. You heard the chants as the last ten seconds loomed and Jumin wrapped his arm around your waist, staring lovingly at you.

When the clock struck twelve, Jumin dipped you into a long, sweet kiss before pulling you back up and wishing you a happy new year.

As a surprise, he had prepared a special fireworks show for you, featuring all your favourite colours in extravagant displays. It was like nothing you had ever seen before and you dare not think how much it cost him. It was such a sweet gesture that you couldn’t help but pull him towards you and kiss him again. He barely even watched the fireworks, he just watched you watching them.

After the fireworks had ended, like Zen, he also would have suggested ‘christening’ the new year and led you away to the bedroom for some extra celebrations.

Saeyoung Choi x Reader New Years Headcanons

Seven had never celebrated a New Years, and he felt somewhat guilty being able to now, but he was at least thankful that he now had you and Saeran to share it with. He would have been determined to make it as special as possible.

You two would have watched a film together, eating the snacks that Saeran had baked and then prank called Yoosung and Zen. Seven watched to try prank calling Jumin but you reminded him that he didn’t want to go to federal prison.

He’d set off some very small fireworks in his garden for you all to enjoy, and would have chased you with a sparkler in hand. You saw Seven briefly consider chasing Saeran too, but one threatening look from this brother told him otherwise.

Saeran would have gotten too cold and went inside to watch the fireworks from his bedroom window, leaving you and Seven alone on the blanket on the garden floor.

Seven had set an alarm on his phone to warn him when there was a minute beforehand, and when it went off he pulled you extra close to him - so that your head was resting on his chest.

You whispered the countdown together and you propped yourself up onto your arms to place a long kiss onto your boyfriends lips before returning to watch the firework display with him.

‘Happy New Year, ____. It’s been rough but I hope you put up with me for another one.’

Bonus: He tried to chase Saeran to give him a New Years kiss on the head and only stopped when he was threatened with getting tased.

Saeran Choi x Reader New Years Headcanons

Saeran didn’t... know what New Years was. He had always been the one to see it at a distance, or hear about it vaguely from other people. To him, it was just the day the calendar changed. He didn’t really know how to celebrate it, but he was open to learning if you were the one showing him.

You’d spend the day doing things that made him happy, namely starting with lots of baking and cooking because you knew how much joy it brought him to see you eating the snacks he made.

He wanted to watch films with ice-cream, and you were more than ready to oblige him in that.

Seven had bought some sparklers for you to share because he didn’t know if Saeran would like the loud bangs of the fireworks at such close contact. But when it was night time, Saeran was absolutely captivated by the sparklers. He thought they were so pretty and adored the way they sparkled in your eyes, like tiny fireworks just for the two of you.

Speaking of fireworks, Seven stayed for a bit in the garden with the two of you before he decided he should probably go back to work and leave the two of you to enjoy some privacy.

Saeran had never seen fireworks before, he already thought the sky was breathtaking regardless, but he had no idea that all these colours could be added to it. He felt like a child witnessing ti for the first time, and could barely take his eyes off it. His brother was right, he wasn’t a fan of the loud noises but he was willing to look over it in order to get to enjoy the fireworks.

At midnight, you explained the concept of a new years kiss and asked if Saeran would like one, which of course he did. He was more than happy for one, actually. The both of you sat up for a moment and kissed by the light of the rainbow fireworks as you heard the final countdown indicating that the new year had begun.

That, and the fact that Seven had come running outside banging pots and pans together and shouting Happy New Year!

Jihyun Kim/V x reader New Years Headcanons

V had done both versions of New years, both at art exhibition parties and relaxing at home. He very much preferred the latter. He savoured the quiet time he had with you, the warm fire and a glass of wine- talking about everything, nothing, and whatever else you wanted to.

It wasn’t a particularly special occasion for him, so like Jumin, he would let you choose how you wanted to spend the evening.

He would, however, chosen the wine for you especially and wanted to cook for you - to show you his appreciation for all the love, time and patience you had given him over the last year. He would state that he could never encapsulate how he feels about you, but this is just a fraction of start.

When it was midnight, he would have taken his camera out with him to take pictures of you watching the fireworks, he wanted to capture a sense of innocence at the wonder but was slightly concerned that the fireworks would have been too far away. Even if that was the case, he still wanted picture of you to commemorate the new year.

The two of you would be standing on his back porch as the radio in the background called the countdown. When there were ten seconds left, V would turn to you and cup your face with once hand and pull you at the waist with the other; he wanted to remember how you looked in this moment. He could never capture such a thing with his camera, so he had to burn it to memory.

The kiss was chaste, but with emotion behind it. You wanted to collapse into him under the kiss, but to do that you would have had to have broken it first, which you absolutely didn’t want to do either.

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sunlightwoo · 3 years

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☀︎ pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

☀︎ genre: angst, squints of fluff, slice of life (i guess you can call it?)

☀︎ wc: 1163

☀︎ plot: You didn’t think that you would see him again after all that time spent apart, but now that you were both in each other’s paths again, what could this mean for the two of you?

☀︎ a/n: hey guys!! so i used prompt 1 & 24 for the drabble prompt event that @ficscafe was hosting and i decided why not start off the collection with some angst? but i hope you guys are ready for the next few weeks cause i am definitely not LOLOL

STORMS OF BROKEN HEARTS | ATEEZ MASTERLIST

The blue sky entrances you into a calm state of mind that makes you believe that nothing could go wrong on your wedding day. With your eyes trained on nothing in particular, you waited in the waiting room as you could only tell that within an hour or so, you were finally getting married to the love of your life, or so you thought.

From what you have experienced in the last two to three years, the marriage that was set up now was done because your parents had wanted you to succeed as their heir for their company. Not wanting to disappoint them, you had already complied and went with what they had wanted for you to do and met with your arranged fiance, seeing as though he was a nice guy.

And he was, which was why you hated the situation that you were in.

You remember the past relationship that you had been in just months before they had poured all the arranged marriage junk on you, and remember that it originally was a friendship that could’ve been more. The feelings and every single emotion that was carried on your sleeve were present for the other to see, yet there wasn’t anything that either of you had done because of the fear that your own bond of trust would break.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you feel a sense of pity for yourself as you start to rethink everything that has happened since he had been the one to walk out mid fight about what you could’ve been. It could’ve been the wedding jitters that you may be going under, from what people can assume from your current state, but you knew that it wasn’t it, because you were getting thoughts of doubt on whether or not you had truly lived the life that you had wanted in the first place.

You never wanted to take on your family’s company in the first place, but instead move to the suburban seaside that was miles away from your hectic life; especially with him. It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t have reciprocated the feelings in the first place, but you would’ve been happy just to have his company there from all the nights that you’ve spent gazing under the stars and talking about the inevitables of the future.

It felt like you were two different people almost everyday, and since the day that he left, you were the only one personality that you had put out to the public eye. With him, you could be the other person that you wanted to be, but not anymore since he wasn’t around.

There were nights where you had thought about hating him, and as much as you wanted to, you could only think of how highly loved he was. The amounts and surges of love that he was able to provide for the world around him was something you had always admired about his lifestyle, but you were never able to be the one to ask who was that person for him, if that individual just so happened to not be you.

And maybe it’s because of those second thoughts invading your mind that you don’t realize someone had knocked on the door, because you had expected for him to come anyways. You wanted that closure as selfish as it may seem, and you wondered if hearing his words would even change your mind, because after reading the note on the back of his reservation card saying that he would attend, you weren’t sure what to think of everything.

“I want to know when- no, how long did you hide it for?” You ask him, not daring to look him in the eyes as you were ready to cut right to the point, rather than beating around the bush and asking how he had been these last couple of years.

However, he didn’t know what to say as you caught him off guard after he had closed the door behind him, words stuck in his throat while you stood in the middle of the room in your wedding dress. He had thought originally that it would be a good idea, to tell you everything that he would’ve wanted to say because he still thought of you highly, as the person that he was able to come home to, if he had just said it in the past.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were in love with me, Seonghwa? Everything would’ve been different and now…” You continue and this time you look at him after not hearing a single word come from his lips, feeling tears surface at the corners of your eyes and based on the pained expression on your face, there was guilt that was crawling up the back of his throat.

He realizes in that moment alone that it wasn’t fair of him to ask you to drop everything and to run away with him again like you were teenagers; because you weren’t. You have already moved on way past the history that you two had as friends, and ever since that day he had messed up on his end of the line, there was nobody else to place the blame except for himself, and he hates that

“I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt you like that, at all. It’s unfair of me to ask you to run away on your wedding day, on a reservation card of all places.” He mumbles back, and you nod, even with the tension that was growing between you both.

It wasn’t until you feel your phone vibrate that brings you back to your thoughts and you look to see that it was your fiance, seeing as though he had also run away from the altar from what he had texted you. Attached to the text was an image of him driving off away from the venue with a girl that you easily recognized from a gala months ago, and you assumed that he had been hiding her from you in fear that you’d tell your parents.

But you didn’t feel anything, as you thought that maybe this was a sign to work things out with Seonghwa.

A final message is sent in, your eyes scanning the last words that he has to give you an end on a lighter but positive note, and you realize that this was the closure that you had been looking for in all the years that you had been looking for. You look up at Seonghwa, who was already staring at you with a confused expression when you take off your head piece and heels, diving towards the gym bag in the corner of the room to change into later on as you gave him a calmer look on your face.

“Want to get some coffee and catch up? We have a wedding to ditch, and I have all the free time in the world.”

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jean-kayak · 3 years

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Finally

Summary: A heated argument makes him accidentally confess his feelings

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x black!gn!reader

Warnings: a HUGE amount of angst, but don’t worry there’s a happy ending, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, one (1) bad chem joke, and a lot of tears

Word Count: 2,629

A/N: Um, you could say this is to make up for the Gojou angst I wrote earlier lolol, and I wanted to write for Kuroo cause I hadn’t written a fic for him yet and this is what came out of it

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @iwascrybaby

Kuroo groans when he hears his doorbell ring, wondering who's bothering him during his one-person movie night, and he haphazardly gets off the couch, pausing the movie before he walks to the door.

The annoyed, apathetic look on his face is quickly wiped off when he sees you standing on his porch, eyes red. He sighs, wordlessly stepping to the side to let you in, softly closing the door as he follows you back into the living room.

He sits back in his spot with a heavy sigh, and you follow, but you don't sit right next to him, which is normal behavior whenever you come to him like this. He throws an arm over the couch as you sniffle, your eyes on your lap. "So, what was it this time?"

He hates how he has to add that every time you show up at his door. He's lost count, and he hates that too. You wipe at your eye before you shrug. "He broke it off," is all you say, your voice not loud but not quiet either.

And he hates how it seems like you've just come to terms with this situation. Every time there's a new boyfriend, there's a new issue. Sometimes he wants to grab you by your shoulders and shake you, hoping that it'll make you see that it doesn't have to be this way for you.

Kuroo sighs again. "I'm sorry," he responds. "You wanna go get something to eat?"

You scoff as you shake your head, finally looking at him. "Go ahead and say it," you suddenly speak up, and it makes Kuroo frown at you.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at your sudden outburst and change in demeanor.

"I can hear it in your voice, Kuroo. Just go ahead and say it." The anger in your voice, makes him sit up.

"What are you going about? I--"

"Just say I told you so and get it over with." He falls silent for a few seconds. He guesses after the same event happening over and over again, he got worse at hiding his true feelings. "You sound like that every single time. God, it's so annoying."

Now it's his turn to scoff. "I'm sorry? I've been telling you for a while now that they weren't good enough for you," he argues, your words rubbing him in the completely wrong way.

"And how are you supposed to know that? You've never liked any guy that I've dated, and it's like you just wait for me to get my heart broken just so you can rub it in my face that you were right."

"That sounds like a you problem, y/n. You think I'd do that to hurt you? You think I'd lie to you?" His voice is starting to rise, and he's never liked doing that, but you're pissing him off. How you let yourself get treated is pissing him off.

"God, you are such an asshole," you spit before you're standing, and he's quick to follow, grabbing your wrist.

"I'm the asshole? Oh, that's fucking rich." You snatch your wrist out of his grip before turning to face him.

"What is it, Kuroo?" you start, your voice now matching his. "Why is it that every single guy isn't good enough for me? Are you sure you're not trying to tell me that it's the other way around?"

He clenches his jaw. He has to choose his next words carefully before this hellhole of an argument really blows over. But he doesn't know what to say, and his silence spurs you on.

"If you thought I was that bad of a person to be dating then why would you let me go out with them anyway?" He feels the anger bubbling violently in his chest, the cap on the lid about to bust. "You just wanted me to think lowly of myself?"

"Because I FUCKING LOVE YOU, and I know that I could treat you better than any of those guys combined!" he screams, his voice booming through the house, making you flinch violently.

And he's trying to calm himself down, realizing what he said. The fucking cat that he's been trying to keep in the bag just leaped out with flying colors. He looks at you, your face completely different than it was before his accidental confession.

The silence is literally making his ears ring as he looks down at the floor. "Get out." He stops you when he knows you're about to say something.

"Kuroo--"

"Get the fuck out." He doesn't look up. He can't. But he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to lose you, but he just did. He couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut and now he's paying the price.

"Fine," he hears you say, the words bitter. And he hears your footsteps moving towards the door, and the door opening.

And he jumps when he hears it slam.

He lays in his bed for days. The pillows and sheets are stained with tears, his head pounding from the consistent crying. The more he replays the scene in his head, the harder he cries.

He could barely reach for his phone without crying because usually, the first thing he does when he reaches for his phone is think of you. He gets stupid drunk, but that only makes him cry worse, his headache making his head feel like it's being split open.

He wants to smash everything that has any memories of you tainted on it, but every time he goes to shatter a picture frame, he can't let it go.

How could you ever think about yourself that way? About him? The last thing he ever wanted you to think was that he thought you weren't good enough. But his annoyance was winning out.

He was tired of you boasting about a new guy you were potentially about to go on a date with. How you would tell him about all the dates you went on. And then you would come to him, crying because they broke your heart.

He was tired of being the guy that helps you fix your broken heart instead of being the one that got to hold it.

And he ruined it all. He had just been fucking content with being your friend then none of this would be happening. He wouldnt've lost the person he loved the most.

He wanted to call you his so bad. He wanted you to be the first thing to wake up to and the last thing to see before he went to sleep. He wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe like in those stupid cliche Christmas movies.

He wanted to dance with you in the kitchen, no music playing, just the two of you, relishing in each other's touch. He wanted to get down on one knee and tell you everything that he loved about you. That he had been in love with you from the moment he met you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but having the privilege of calling you his.

You were so close to him. Yet so, so far away.

But he put up with it. He watched you in a happy relationship, hoping it would get him to get over you. But it failed. No matter what he did, what he tried. It hurt to see you in a relationship, and it hurt to see you crying due to the relationship crumbling.

He calls Kenma, barely able to retell the story because of how bad his voice is breaking, the tears falling all over again as his body heaves with sobs. But he's never seen Kenma come over to his house so fast.

Kenma stays for nearly the whole day, Kuroo spending nearly two and half of the hours convincing Kenma that it was completely fine for him to go home.

He felt empty. Like his body had been hollowed out. He cleaned up his house, the gloomy feeling settling over him only lifting slightly, but he was proud of himself for making progress. Slowly but surely.

He pretty sure things are starting to go back to "normal." The word having a different meaning now that you're no longer here.

He's scrolling through his phone deciding on whether he should cook or get take out when the noise against his door makes his whole body freeze. He tells himself that he was imagining it, that it was nothing, but he can't stop himself from walking into the living room to make sure he told himself right.

He nearly drops his phone when he hears the familiar knock. The only one that you use. He finds himself conflicted, not knowing whether to run to the door and throw it open and hugging you or running to his room and not coming out until your gone.

You knock again, and he feels like his legs are going to give out as he slowly walks towards it. He stands in front of it, not making a move to unlock it, but picturing you standing on the other side.

"Open the door, Kuroo," you say, your voice muffled, but he can hear it clear as day, and he hasn't heard your voice in so long that it makes him realize how much his heart still aches, and it almost makes him open the door.

He knows that once his eyes land on you, he'll cry. He knows it.

"Please." And he feels himself crack. Might as well get this over with and finally move on.

His hands are shaking like crazy as he slowly unlocks the door, pausing for a moment before he turns the knob. He's not looking at you when he fully opens the door, opting to look at the floor. He's not ready, he doesn't think he'll ever be.

The tension is so thick he feels like he can't breathe. Or that could be because he's trying to keep himself calm. He brings himself to look at you, and he never thought in a million years that he would struggle with looking at you. Not when he's been doing it for so long.

He feels the tears forming before he even gets to your face. He sighs heavily when he finally meets your eyes, yours looking just as puffy and swollen as his were.

He doesn't know what to say or feel. He wants to say so much, but he can't. He doesn't want a repeat of last time.

"You can't love me."

He feels his barely mended heart fall apart again. He scoffs painfully as he wipes the tears that start falling, turning back around to walk into the house, and he has the urge to stop you when he hears you walk in behind him, closing the door.

"You can't love me," he slows to a stop when he hears your voice break. "Because." Your voice is wavering, and you stop again, letting out a quick sob. "Because I love you."

Kuroo feels his whole world shift as he feels more tears flood into his eyes. He pushes away that small moment of hope, huffing as he wipes his face. "y/n--"

"That's not how this works," you cut him off, but he doesn't turn around. "I'm the one that always falls and never gets caught."

Your lips are quivering so bad that the words are barely coming out. Kuroo slowly turns around, seeing that you have tears streaming down your face. He's looking for the lie, waiting for the part when he wakes up.

You take a careful step forward, and Kuroo doesn't have it in him to stop you. "It's--"

"I'll catch you." There's pain etched on both of your faces, but your eyes widen slightly in shock. "God, y/n, I will always catch you. I--"

He steps closer to you, and he reaches out to touch you, but he stops himself, not sure if it's the right move. "I can't believe you thought I would ever think that way about you."

"I know, and I'm so fucking sorry. I was upset, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean any of it," you explain, your sentence wavering off towards the end. "I was just--nothing ever worked out for me, and I thought that you would never feel the same, so I--"

You can't help it this time, not even biting your lip can muffle your cries, and Kuroo's pulling you into his chest, and you nearly cry as hard as you did on that awful day, and Kuroo holds you like you'll slip away from him at any moment as more tears fall down his face.

Your hands are holding on tight to his shirt that he feels it might rip, but he doesn't care. The only thing that he cares about is that he finally has you back in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he breathes, resting his face in your hair, and you lift your head up.

"You shouldn't be apologizing. I--"

"I said things that I shouldn't have said too," he says, cupping your face in his hands, rubbing over some of the dried tear tracks staining your brown skin. "I swear I didn't mean it."

You sniffle loudly as you bring your hands up to wipe the tears off of his face. "I love you, Tetsurou." The sound of his name sounds amazing coming from you, and he feels his heart swell as he smiles widely, feeling tears brimming his eyes again.

"And I love you." He does. With every single thing in his body. You huff softly as his finger rubs over your cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod quickly, and he chuckles softly on the outside, but on the inside, he's bouncing off the walls. He doesn't delay any longer, moving in to connect his lips with yours. He feels a shock shoot up his spine, further fueling his love for you.

This is what he imagined. What he's been dreaming of, and it's happening. And he's not in the middle of a dream, even though that's what it feels like. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him, not even wanting an inch of space between the both of you.

He hopes that everything confession he's thought about making is being transferred through, wanting you to understand that he loves you to the next universe and back. He reluctantly pulls away, both of your lungs screaming for air, and he leans his head to rest against your forehead.

"Marry me," he breathes, and you huff softly as you look at him.

"Now?"

He nods eagerly. "Yes."

"Are you serious?" you ask, chuckling in disbelief as you move a hand to play with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

"As serious as inhaling hydrochloric acid," he jokes quickly, smiling when you laugh. "I'll do all of the formal stuff later. Just please say yes."

You laugh a little louder this time, and he can't help the pang of his heart at the sight, the sounding even more beautiful than music. "Yes, Tetsurou, I'll marry you."

If he thought he was already happy about his feelings being reciprocated, he was definitely through the roof happy now. He plants his lips back on yours, pulling you into an even deeper kiss, and he sighs in content.

He brings you into a hug, huffing in disbelief that you're actually standing here, that you want to marry him. And that your arms feel like home. Like paradise.

He doesn't even care how long it took.

All that matters is that he can finally call you his.

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bnha-mha-imagines · 4 years

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Soulmate au: Denki’s tattoo is covered up by Jirou and you both don’t know your soulmates. Jirou tried dating him but he rejects and says that he likes you.( prob why she did that) He still refuses even after seeing the fake mark lmao!!!!! I’m hating on Jirou rn

Denki Kaminari x Reader

AU’s: Soulmate tattoo au, college au

Words: 4074

Warnings: Manipulation, loss of friendship, angst on Jirou’s part, fluff on your part :) i didn’t know which character to follow and keep switching lolol

Summary: You and Jirou are best friends, but everything changes when Jirou realizes you and her crush, Kaminari, share soulmate tattoos. She tries her best to keep you apart…

A/N: Literally I haven’t STOPPED thinking of this request since it came in however long ago. I sat down and wrote it and lowkey didn’t realize how long it got haha. Lol why all the hate on Jirou my dude? XD

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You and Jirou have been best friends through thick and thin. From elementary school to U.A, you’ve been together to experience all of life’s biggest moments. You were there when Jirou nailed her first gig, you both took pictures together at all of your homecoming dances, and you’ve taken more road trips together than you’d care to count.

It was no surprise to either of your families when you decided to dorm together at the same university. Some friends find that when they become roommates that their living habits are incompatible; not you and Jirou. With everything you’ve been through together, you regarded her more of a sister than a friend.

Jirou trusted you with all of her insecurities, and you trusted her with all of your secret thoughts. You knew that soulmates existed, but never would you have thought you’d be lucky enough to organically find an additional best friend soulmate! You often joked with her about it: “What if we actually secretly have the same tattoo and we never knew?” You’d both laugh, knowing how ridiculous that would be.

Soulmate tattoos only develop after you’ve first interacted with your soulmate, and seeing as you and Jirou have known each other for most of your lives, you both knew that the joke held no weight. However, this did mean that the both of you had a very real chance of never meeting your soulmates or seeing your tattoos develop. It was a sad thought, but a reality that many people face. But you both were still young and in college, and you were hopeful that you had plenty of time.

Even if you did never find your one true soulmate, you knew you at least had a friend like Jirou who you could live your life with. There was no one else in the world you’d rather spend time with, and you knew if and when your actual soulmate came along that they’d have to learn to share.

Truthfully, you were more in love with the idea of soulmates than Jirou. Where you tended to hold what people would call ‘hopelessly romantic fantasies,’ Jirou considered herself a realist and didn’t mind the idea of finding love that wasn’t divinely ordained. It was a growing practice to date without tattoos, and over time the importance of them seemed to lose its touch. Still, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to give your prospective soulmate some time before you give up on it.

The universe, however, always was a lover of irony! Just your luck that Jirou was the one looking to date but you were always the one getting hit on. You knew it frustrated her, though she would never say. You knew, and while you did your best to hide it, you couldn’t help feeling excited each opportunity a tattoo might develop only to feel disappointed when it never showed. You were both luckless in love, but you were luckless together, and that made it a little better.

That was, until Jirou met some guy majoring in computer science named Denki Kaminari. You’ll never forget her face when she got home that night; she was all grins, and you couldn’t help but tease her about it. You were excited for her, you truly were! She had sat across from you on your bed while she told you all about how they had sat next to each other in a math class.

You watched her lips twitch up as she described how he cracked jokes at her throughout the class while she struggled to stifle laughs. Finally, she told you that they were going to hang out the following night, and you screamed while giggling as if you were little kids again.

You helped Jirou pick out the right outfit, sitting on your bed while she tried on clothes for you. You helped straighten her hair while she carefully drew on a thin line of eyeliner. And then, like a parent sending their daughter off, you waved her out the door in your sweatpants and slippers.

Eventually, one hang out turned into many, and Jirou confessed to you that they had become rather good friends. You remember feeling a little disappointed. “Only friends?” you had asked her while she nodded her head. But, she assured you that she was happy about just being friends with Kaminari. And with a warm smile, you believed her.

After a month, stories of the mysterious Denki Kaminari were no longer satisfying. “Jirou!” you practically pounced on her when she came home from her music theory class. “Take me to lunch with you! I wanna meet your friend!”

Jirou looked at you, and though her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she could find no excuse not to agree. Playing with her earlobe, she nodded her head. “Uh, sure! I’m leaving now, though, I just came to drop off my bag. Are you sure you're ready?”

Hopping away from her, you scrambled to throw on your shoes and fix your hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready!” you reassured her, grabbing your keys and your phone. Looping your elbow around hers, you grinned. “I can’t wait to meet your friend! You talk about him so much.”

Jirou nodded, walking with you across campus to the cafeteria she agreed to meet him at. As you walked, you asked her how her class was; you let her speak even though you had no idea what sort of musical things she was talking about.

Finally reaching the cafeteria, you followed Jirou in and scanned the tables, trying to pick out Kaminari based on the description Jirou had rehearsed to you all those times. “There,” you heard Jirou say before she stepped past you. You followed her quickly, peeking around her back to finally see with your own eyes who this famous friend was.

Your eyes caught his hair first; it was a golden yellow, a bright color that fit the wide grin on his face. Reaching the table, you couldn’t help but inhale sharply. The boy was devilishly handsome, and Jirou’s words had not done him enough justice.

“Hey Jirou!” Kaminari drew out his greeting, standing up to give her a sideways hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she got embarrassed and shoved him off her. You could tell that in the time they’ve known each other that they’ve gotten close. “Who’s this?” Kaminari was the one to bring you up, and you gasped.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologized, smiling. “I’m (Y/n), Jirou’s friend. Sorry for intruding on your lunch, I hope you don’t mind!” You stuck your hand out to shake his, and when your skin touched you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

He held your hand a little longer before letting it go, his smile meeting his eyes. “Not at all!” he said warmly. “Especially not someone as cute as you! Jirou, you should bring your friends along more often!” You laughed, a little bashful, before taking your seat. Jirou only rolled her eyes, choosing to sit across from you next to Kaminari.

“So you can hit on all of them? Yeah, gross, stay away,” Jirou spoke, causing both you and Kaminari to laugh.

“Ouch, didn’t know you were so protective of them,” Kaminari feigned hurt. “I’m not that bad, am I?” His eyes were teasing.

Jirou tched, smirking slightly. “Oh, you’re the worst.”

Before you could feel too awkward and left out, Kaminari turned back to you. “So (Y/n)! What’s your major?” You told him, and continued the conversation with a few questions of your own. You both got to know each other rather well, and after only a few minutes of talking you realized why Jirou liked hanging around with him so much.

You were talking so much that your throat was beginning to get dry. You didn’t notice how much time had gone by, talking with Kaminari was just so easy. Suddenly Jirou cut into the conversation. You had almost forgotten she was there. “(Y/n), don’t you have class starting soon?”

You blinked, and a quick glance at your phone had you scrambling to collect your things. “Crap, thanks Jirou!” you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Kaminari, it was lovely to meet you! We should all hang out again soon.”

Kaminari smiled, a look of amusement on his face as you quickly grabbed your keys and phone from the table. “Denki works fine. And totally! Before you go, take my number.” You exchanged contact information, too busy rushing to notice the look Jirou had on her face. Waving goodbye to both of them, you hurried to class.

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened the next day.

“JIROU!!!!” you screamed from the bathroom. Jirou practically fell out of her bed, reaching the bathroom just as you opened the door. Steam from your shower leaked out from the bathroom into your bedroom. You held a white towel around your body, your hair still coated in shampoo.

“What, what happened?!” Jirou asked, worried. You had a strange expression on your face, wide eyes and a slight flush to your cheeks. With a trembling hand, you lifted your arm to reveal a small design on your wrist. Jirou’s heart seemed to jolt violently as her eyes traced the tiny outline of a lightning bolt on your skin. “I-Is that…?” she couldn’t seem to finish the question.

“Yes!” you screamed again, laughing. Despite the wet towel covering your body, you gave Jirou a tight hug which she returned. Excitedly jumping together, you gushed for a few moments over the tattoo before Jirou forced you to finish your shower.

Once she heard the water go back on, Jirou let her face fall. It couldn’t be because you met Denki yesterday, was it? The universe would have to be cruel to pair you with the one person she’d managed to fall in love with. “No,” she reassured herself with a hushed voice. “(Y/n) had a class yesterday where they met tons of new people. With 50 people in there, it’s much more likely that they met their soulmate there.”

Jirou sat back down on her bed, reasoning with herself as she waited for you to finish showering. She rehearsed that same line over and over in her head so that she could tell you it when you got out again. You met them in your class. You met them in your class.

That night, Jirou was getting ready to leave. You watched as she threw on a hoodie and slid on the converse she had converted into slip ons. “Where are you off to?” you asked curiously. “Going to see Denki?” Jirou didn’t miss the way your voice raised with interest at his name.

With her back to you, you didn’t see the way she rolled her eyes. “No,” she said casually. “Just going to the music practice room again.” She peeked back to see you nod your head and reimmerse yourself into the Netflix show playing on your laptop. Releasing a small, relieved sigh, Jirou left before you could ask any more questions. It wasn’t that she liked lying to you, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated about how chummy you and Denki have gotten recently. The fact that you developed a soulmate tattoo didn’t help either. Besides, he had texted her specifically to come over, not you. She was excited for some alone time with him.

Walking down the familiar path to his dorm building, Jirou let the cool air calm her worries. Trying to reassure herself, she made her way up to Denki’s room and knocked on the door. She barely finished before the door swung open and he pulled her in. “Denki, what?!” Jirou cried, startled.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here, Jirou! You walk like a grandma!” Kaminari said jokingly as he closed the door.

Jirou snorted, her heart warming. Right now, it felt like it did before she introduced you to Denki. Just the two of them in his room, joking around. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, taking a seat on the beanbag that she’s come to love. “So what’s with the urgent texting?” she prodded, a teasing smile forming on her face. “Forgot the notes in class again?”

Kaminari scoffed, crossing his arms with a smile. “No,” he said. “That was one time… okay maybe two. But, no, I texted you because of this!” Jirou felt her heart shatter before Denki even rolled up his sleeve all the way. No way. There was no way. But, the ink didn’t lie. There, on his wrist, was the same small lightning bolt that Jirou had seen that afternoon on your skin.

Jirou swallowed the heartbreak in her throat, keeping a calm face. “You got a soulmate tattoo?” she asked softly. Denki nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Can you believe it!? These are like… super rare now! I swear, I thought I was gonna go my whole life without ever meeting my soulmate. But look!” Jirou didn’t want to look. “That means they’re here on campus somewhere. I interacted with them! Can you believe it?”

Jirou could only manage to nod her head, but it seemed enough for Denki who was dominating the conversation.

“Jirou,” Denki said, his smile audible in his voice. “What do I do? I have no idea what to do!” Jirou’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She took a few seconds before she started to answer, willing the tears in her eyes to stay put.

“Well, Denki…” she started, and at the serious tone in her voice he quieted. “It’s not really popular anymore to have a soulmate.” The venom in her words was hidden perfectly, and he didn’t seem to pick up on it as he slowly spoke.

“What are you saying?” he asked, the excitement gradually dying in his voice.

Jirou couldn’t help the words coming from her mouth. “It’s out of fashion, Denki. People are going to think you’re shallow if you wave that around.” Seeing the pain spark in his eyes, Jirou swallowed. “Most people just ignore it and date whoever, you know?”

Denki was silent, tracing one finger over the mark on his wrist gently. “I mean,” Jirou continued, “you could keep it but… I really wouldn’t. Here, let me help you hide it.” Denki still didn’t say anything as Jirou began to dig the foundation out from her bag.

Bringing the chair closer to Denki’s, Jirou gingerly grabbed his hand and began to blot away the small tattoo. The concealer was slightly off color, but it was enough to do the trick. Satisfied with her work, she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. “S-See?” she spoke, breaking the silence. “Just like normal.”

“Yeah,” Denki mumbled finally. Jirou didn’t like seeing him this dejected, but she knew that it had to be done. She knew she could make him happy if he just… noticed her.

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Jirou offered. Denki lifted his head slightly, eyes dull. “I’ll play a movie. You know… like old times!” Getting no yes or no from Denki, Jirou put a movie on while he sat on his couch. Turning off the lights, Jirou grabbed a blanket and plopped down next to him. As the movie played, she noticed how he kept glancing down at the covered tattoo on his wrist. With a dash of annoyance, Jirou curled up closer to him. He’ll forget about it, she knew. He’ll have her, and he’ll forget all about you before he ever got the chance to know you.

After that day, Jirou tried to keep you from Denki as best as she could. She was the only one who knew about both of your tattoos, so as long as neither of you found out, she should be able to get away with it. She’d ask you about different classmates to throw you off. “Did he have the mark?” “No…” “Maybe it was that other classmate then!” And for a while, this seemed to work… on the surface.

No doubt you were becoming exasperated about finding your soulmate. You retraced your steps many times, but still, you couldn’t find them! As for Denki, Jirou could tell that he was still thinking about his mark. He tried to be present whenever they hung out, but his mind always seemed to drift. The worst part was when you asked about one other. “When will I see Denki again?” “Is (Y/n) gonna be there?” Gosh, it was insufferable! You only met one time and it’s like you’re already in love!

Having enough of it, Jirou devised a plan. While you were out at class, she walked to your desk and borrowed one of your black sharpies. Carefully with the thin tip, Jirou traced out the delicate shape of a lightning bolt on her wrist. You flaunted it around enough where she had a pretty good mental image of it.

Satisfied with her work, Jirou capped the pen and rubbed at it to make sure it was set in place. Reaching for her phone, Jirou texted Denki. We need to talk. I’ll be over in 5 minutes. She was already halfway to his place when he finally replied with a simple ‘okay.’ Knocking on his door, Jirou invited herself in the instant it opened.

“Are you okay?” Denki asked, concerned. Jirou said nothing, only walking to the center of the room before turning to face him.

“Denki,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t reveal it sooner but… I was worried about ruining our friendship.” Silently, she raised her wrist to reveal the forged tattoo. Denki watched, eyes widening as they landed on the small lightning bolt.

He went to speak but Jirou quickly cut him off. “I know I told you to cover yours up but honestly… I was dumb. I was scared. But I’m not scared anymore and I’m ready to be with you. We’re soulmates, Denki…” Jirou smiled nervously. “We’re meant to be together!”

Denki was speechless, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ahh, wow, Jirou,” he said finally, an awkward chuckle falling from his lips. “I-I… I don’t know what to say.” Jirou felt her nerves wrack through her.

“You don’t have to say anything. We can just… continue like we were! We were practically dating anyways…” At this, Denki seemed to jump, startled. Jirou’s mouth went dry.

“W-Woah woah woah,” Denki defended himself quickly, waving his hands in front of him. “We weren’t dating before… b-besides, Jirou. I’m flattered, really but… I… I already have a date with (Y/n) in a bit.”

Jirou stopped breathing for a moment. “W-What?” Jirou had forgotten that you both exchanged numbers… did that mean you both had started to hang out without her? Wait… no. He didn’t know about your tattoo, there was no way. “Can’t you cancel? Denki, look at my wrist!”

Denki sighed, the nervous smile falling from his face. “Jirou, look. Weren’t you the one who said that soulmates didn’t mean anything anymore? Well… maybe you’re right. The truth is, you’re a good friend! But, soulmate or not, we just don’t… have chemistry like that. I’m sorry. Please don’t make this worse than it has to be.”

Jirou couldn’t move. Her brain seemed to stop firing completely at his words. After a moment of waiting for a response, Denki sighed. “I’m sorry. But, uh… I actually have to go meet (Y/n) so…” he checked his watch. “I don’t wanna rush you, so just lock the door before you leave? ...text me later. We can talk more later if you need.”

And then, just like that, he was gone through the door. Jirou’s hands fell limp at her sides, staring where Denki once stood. She felt her knees buckle before she hit the ground, a silent sob rippling through her. Angrily, she scrubbed raw at her wrist, only barely smudging the ink. Her phone buzzed tauntingly, your name lighting up her screen like salt to the wound. Vision blurred with tears, she blocked your call.

“Aww man, Jirou!” you hissed under your breath at the sound of her voicemail, pulling the phone from your ear. With a sigh, you set the phone on your lap, your legs swinging gently off the bench. Right now, you could have used a word or two or encouragement from your friend.

Sure, you knew you hadn’t told her about the date yet, but were you really at fault? Jirou had grown oddly distant recently, and you barely had a chance to speak to her these days. She was always running off to the practice room, though you had a feeling she may have been lying a few times about it.

At first she’d been happy to help you find your soulmate, helping you pick out which guy to investigate. But once you ran out of classmates, she seemed to abandon the search all together! You could only think of one other person… the boy who you were currently waiting to meet on the campus bench.

You and Denki had been texting ever since you exchanged numbers, though this was going to be the first time you saw each other since your first meeting. It seemed rude to hang out together without Jirou, but by now your curiosity had overcome your sensitivity. All you had to do was look at his wrist. You just had to know…

“(Y/n)?” you heard a voice call your name, and you looked up to see none other than Denki Kaminari walking towards you. He seemed a little on edge, but one flash of your smile and he seemed to relax completely.

“Denki! Hey! Good to see you again,” you chirped, standing up to give him a hug. Though this was technically only your second meeting, you felt as though you practically knew him already from all of your late night conversations.

His arms hung around you for a little longer than an ordinary hug would have lasted, but you liked the way it felt nonetheless. Pulling away, your smile softens a bit. “So…” you start slowly, your voice adopting a tone of apology. “This may seem a little strange or old-fashioned…but I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Denki’s expression carefully, his eyes willing you to continue. You bashfully played with your thumbs. “Do you… do you think I could see your wrist?” You watched his eyes widen, and immediately fear you overstepped a boundary.

“A-Ah,” you stutter, quickly back-tracking. “I swear I’m not a weirdo, it’s just--!! Here, look.” Without a question, you push up your sleeve and offer your wrist to him, revealing the small thunderbolt tattoo.

Denki’s breath hitches, and you observe his reaction carefully. “No way,” he mutters breathily. “Thats--”

“A soulmate tattoo, I know,” you laughed softly, already beginning to drop your wrist. “They’re rare, but I got lucky! Well, not too lucky. I can’t find them anywhere! That’s why I, you know...” Denki didn’t move, and you were beginning to suspect he didn’t have what you were looking for.

“Sorry for making it weird. I didn’t mean to lead you on, it’s just that… I need to find them. I’m sorry, maybe I should--”

“No, wait!” Denki cut you off, catching your wrist as you turned to leave. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as he turns your wrist over to stare at your mark again. After a moment, he wordlessly turns over his own wrist, and with a few hard scrubs… reveals his own hidden tattoo.

You feel a mix of emotion at the sight, gently taking his wrist in both of your trembling hands. “I-It is you…” you gasp. “But you covered it up.” Hearing your voice droop slightly, Denki takes your hands in his own.

“I didn’t want to,” Denki explained quickly. “I think we’ve both been misled.”

You paused a moment before realization dawned on you. “D-Do you mean that… that Jirou?” Denki nodded, taking you into another tight hug.

Face pressed into his chest, you allow yourself to be washed over by his warmth. He smelled like lemongrass and lavender, and the feeling of his lips pressing against your hair filled you with an indescribable tenderness.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he said, a choked laugh sounding from his chest. “I found you, (Y/n). I found you.”

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