#he was not an easy man. he was loud and friendly and hard working and funny and scary but not easy. in ways he is even

[milflewis]

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#in a strange place today and i need to put this somewhere. i do not have a journal yet. this is it #my grandad was diagnosed with dementia years ago and the grandad i have now is often unrecognisable from the one i grew up with #and while this like isn’t fun and it is strange for him to look at me and not know me more times than he does. it has also been kind of l #lovely? #bc he thinks my granny is still alive so whenever i get to go see him i get to pretend she is too. and she is for a minute. and tho i am #glad she went before him. it is nice to say oh i’m popping in to see her after this grandad and talk about her like she’s hasn’t been gone #since i’ve been ten. my dad has spoken more to him in the last five years than he has his whole life #he was not an easy man. he was loud and friendly and hard working and funny and scary but not easy. in ways he is even #harder now. in others he is easier. #he is more of a child. this is what dementia can do to a brain. we are learning things about his childhood that no one alive has ever spoken #about. that no one knew. my dad doesn’t love him more now but he understands him better #my grandad taught me how to drive a tractor and how to fish through my dad and he has not recognised me in over a year and he #hasn’t walked since he broke his pelvis seven years ago and his muscles are nearly all gone. he is a fraction of the size he used to be. his #personality and body took up my childhood like adults on the screen in cartoons. he hasn’t dressed himself in a decade. he told one of the #nurses that after dinner he wanted ice cream plain like herself and nearly peed when she laughed and told him to fuck off #he is in there. he is himself. i know him. but he isn’t. he doesn’t know me but he allows me to tell him how to ppl he knows are doing. he #still somehow trusts me. we talk a lot about my granny and how she stayed up watching tv again last night so she’s tired today. don’t stay #long when you call in to see her? #whenever we would journey to see him and my granny and get in v late he’d ask us if we wanted apple tart and my granny would say michael. #not ur kids. u can’t parent them. he didn’t know my name yesterday but he asked me if i wanted apple tart #i hope he dies soon. for all that i will miss this. miss my dad having this. he would not want to live like this. it wouldntbe living to him

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Ten - Milo's Hot Momma

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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It was a relief when Milo climbed back into his mother's lap before they began their descent. She sat in her own seat and allowed Milo to take his place in her lap as Olivia sat opposite them. She was a big girl; she didn't need her daddy.

"The tattoos," Y/N began as she held Milo. "I feel like you've got them to appear all terrifying and intimidating, but you're secretly a loser," she said to Daniel.

"A loser?" He asked, but he was unable to contain his smile.

Y/N laughed, her chest shaking slightly. "Don't worry, Danny. All the best people are."

"Are you a loser?" Daniel couldn't stop himself from asking. When Y/N nodded her head, he decided he didn't mind being a loser.

***

"Keep a hold of my hand, Munchkin," said Y/N as she and Milo entered the paddock.

Milo began skipping as he walked beside his mother. "Do you think we'll get to meet any of the drivers, Momma?" He asked as they walked forward.

Y/N truly didn't know. Daniel had gotten to the circuit much before they had and she had no idea where they were meant to be going. There must be somebody she could ask.

Everybody was far too busy. Every time she approached someone they hurried away, unaware that she and Milo were even there, asking for help.

Finally, she found a man in a navy blue shirt with RED BULL printed on the back of it. Red Bull, that was Daniels old team, she recognised. "Come on, Munchkin," she said and placed Milo on her hip.

She kept a tight hold of him as they walked towards the man with the short blonde hair and blue eyes. "Excuse me," Y/N said before the man had the chance to walk away. The man turned, wearing an ever so kind smile on his face. "Could you help me? We're trying to find the AlphaTauri garage and we're a little lost."

"Of course," the guy said and pointed them in the right direction. He began walking, falling into step beside Y/N as he took her towards where she needed to go. "Are you an AlphaTauri fan?" He asked, noticing the hat on Milo's head.

"I am!" Milo answered and wriggled out of his mother's grip. She put him down and grasped his hand.

Y/N straightened up his hat on his head. "We're friends with Daniel Ricciardo," she answered. "Do you work in Formula One?"

Max couldn't stop himself from laughing at that. "You're not a Formula One fan, are you?" He asked. When she shook her head signalling no, he held out his hand. "I'm Max, I drive for Red Bull," he said.

"Oh!" Y/N suddenly cried. "Your team won last time, didn't you? Congratulations!'

"Thanks," Max said, somewhat bashful. "You said you're friends with Daniel?"

"Our kids are friends from daycare," she answered.

They chatted idly as Max led them to them to the AlphaTauri garage. The conversation was easy, enjoyable, friendly. Milo was happy to talk to Max, tell him everything he had learnt about Formula One so far (most of which Olivia had taught him).

At the AlphaTauri garage, Max left them there. He waved them a goodbye and disappeared, making his way back to the Red Bull garage.

Even though they were now where they were supposed to be, Y/N was lost. "Where do you think we go now, Milo?" She asked, not quite expecting an answer.

But she did get an answer, just not from Milo. "MILO!" Came a loud, familiar voice. Suddenly Olivia was running towards them. She quickly threw her arms around Milo, knocking his hat off in the process.

Her father walked up behind her, greeting Y/N in a much calmer way than Olivia greeted Milo. He still wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, just not as aggressively as Olivia did Milo.

Pulling away, Daniel picked the hat up from the floor and placed it on Milo's head. "Hey Loser," Y/N couldn't stop herself from saying as he pulled the hat down.

"Hey Loser," he mimicked like a parrot. Olivia pulled away from Milo and returned to her fathers side, a proud smile on her face. "We were beginning to think you weren't going to make it," Daniel said as he placed his hands on her head, messing up his neat braids. "And Olivia wanted to introduce Milo to everybody."

That didn't surprise Y/N one bit. "Milo would love to be introduced to all of Livvy's uncles," she said.

Suddenly Olivia grabbed a hold of Milo's hand. She pulled him away, running back through the paddock. "Milo!" Y/N shouted, trying to reach for her son.

"Livvy!" Daniel shouted at the same time as he attempted to grab her, but she was already gone, already taking off down the paddock.

Y/N looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at Y/N. "Shit," they both said and took off, following their children down the paddock.

The first place Olivia wanted Milo to see was the Red Bull garage. "You need to meet my uncle Max, uncle Christian and my uncle Checo," she said as she pulled him around the RB20 with the number 1 on it.

Rather abruptly, Olivia was no longer holding Milo's hand. She was no longer on the ground, instead hoisted into somebodies arms. "Livvy!" The familiar man cried as he held Olivia on his hip.

"Uncle Maxy!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around him.

At first Max didn't recognise the little boy Olivia was dragging around the paddock. He hadn't learnt his name, but he still recognised him from the AlphaTauri hat on his head. "Who's your friend?" He still asked her.

"This is Milo," she said. "He's my best friend from daycare."

Suddenly Y/N and Daniel were behind them. "Milo!" Y/N shouted, her voice scolding as she picked him up. "Don't you ever run away like that again! You scared me half to death!"

Daniel took Olivia from Max's hands. "What were you thinking, Badger? You know you can't just run off like that," he said, his voice a lot calmer than hers.

Blushing red, Olivia tucked her face in against Daniels chest. "Daddy you're embarrassing me in front of uncle Maxy," she muttered.

"If you're gonna take Milo around the paddock, you need to make sure you have me or his momma with you, okay?"

"Okay," she replied quietly and Daniel placed Olivia back on the ground.

He watched as she walked back to her Uncle Max, who took her and Milo's hands and walked them further into the garage. Daniel checked the watch on his wrist. "Listen, I've got to go and get ready for free practice. Think you can get the kids back to the garage in twenty minutes?" He asked.

"Definitely," Y/N said as she checked the time on her phone.

Daniel kissed her cheek before he took off. Goddamn, she was never going to wash that cheek again.

***

On Saturday it was a little easy to navigate the paddock. Y/N and Milo found themselves in the AlphaTauri garage with Daniel, Olivia, and Daniels teammate, Yuki.

Olivia and Milo were passionately defending McDonalds to Yuki. He was acting as babysitter while Daniel took Y/N into his drivers room. "I'm pretty sure I have an AlphaTauri shirt somewhere in here," he said as he went through the little wardrobe he had in his drivers room.

At last, he found one. "Aha," he said, wearing a grin as he pulled it from his wardrobe and passed it to her.

She took it gratefully. "Well, turn around then," she said, her smile somewhat daring. Daniel made a big show of shutting his eyes and turning around so that Y/N could get changed into his AlphaTauri shirt. "There," she said and Daniel turned around.

He placed his arm over her shoulders and walked her out of the drivers room, back to where the kids were still talking to Yuki. It was impressive enough that Yuki had managed to keep the swearing to a minimum, but Daniel supposed he'd had enough practice in front of Olivia after the last year of them being teammates.

"Now everybody knows who the hot single momma is supporting," he said as they joined his teammate.

This didn't go unnoticed by anybody in the AlphaTauri garage. Even those in Red Bull could see it, the fond looks they shared, the way Daniel was always standing close to her, the way he so clearly wanted to kiss her.

"You think I'm hot?" Y/N replied, but her tone was teasing.

Daniel spluttered like he had just been caught out. "Y-yeah, sure," he answered like he was unsure of himself. "You're Milo's hot momma."

"Well, if Olivia's hot papa thinking I'm hot, then it must be true," she said as she picked Milo up and placed him on her hip. They looked like quite a pair, with Milo in his AlphaTauri cap and Y/N in her shirt.

They watched the qualifying from the garage, with Olivia holding Y/N's hand and Milo sat in her lap. The qualifying felt incredibly long, but not boring. It was nerve wracking and, if she wasn't holding onto the kids, Y/N's nails would have been chewed down to nothing.

After Q1 was over, Y/N thought that was it. Daniel had finished in the top fifteen, top ten actually. He had made it through to Q2 but she didn't realise that, not until it was happening. "Livvy, what's going on?" She tried to ask, but Olivia had AlphaTauri ear defenders on and couldn't hear a thing.

Again, Daniel finished in the top ten. "Must be my lucky charms," he'd said down over the radio. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant, who he meant.

Daniel made it through Q3. He was doing better than his teammate, who had finished just outside of the top ten in Q2. He didn't finish as high as he wanted in Q3, not considering he wanted to go back to his glory days in Red Bull, but it was still good.

Starting P6 wasn't bad for an AlphaTauri, he decided as he climbed out of his car. He went through all of the usual procedures before making his way back to Olivia, Y/N and Milo.

A sweaty Daniel was... something else. Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he walked past them. She almost let out a low whistle, but she held back, remained her composure in front of the children.

If watching Formula One meant seeing a sweaty Daniel, she could live with that.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I wanna hear your head canons about Gaz (sfw or nsfw, or both,what ever you want), you write him so well 😩

—In His Head

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This man is literally the only one in the One-Four-One I could see having/keeping a long-term relationship without much challenge and/or angst. Johnny’s a close second, but Kyle takes the cake because I love him and I’m biased towards men with brown eyes.

Gaz strikes me as incredibly attentive and kind—especially to someone he loves and cares about in more than a friendly way. He’s a breakfast-in-bed type of boyfriend even if he’s tired. Long date nights that leave you both laughing and losing track of time until it’s late at night and you have to get back to your flat before the sun comes up. I’m talking fancy/casual/anything that he feels you emulate at the time of going out. 

You want to dress up? He’s already called for a reservation at the expensive restaurant down the street. You’re tired from work but want to do something with him? An easy dinner is already cooked and a movie is playing on the telly—your favorite drink is in your hand before you can slip off your shoes near the door.

Gaz has that boyish charm that I talk about often. He’ll make you laugh, gasp, and wheeze even when you think you can’t. 

That isn’t to say he’s never serious, because he is. 

When the weight becomes too much, he’s by your side when he’s off from deployments. He pulls you into one of those tight and all-consuming hugs, head on top of yours and lightly rocking you back and forth while you cry it out. Whispering into your scalp and rubbing his hand up and down your spine. Gaz breathes you down, concern tight in his face and his jaw clenched to restrain the flood of what he wants to say—you only need him to hold you and tell you things are going to be okay, so that’s what he does.

NSFW-wise, he’s just as attentive. He’s not inexperienced, either—he knows how to please you and has no trouble forsaking his painful hard-on just to get you off as many times as it takes with his fingers/mouth. 

Personally, I think he has an oral fixation. Loves watching you writhe above him as he goes down on you, or, heaven forbid he gets you to sit on his face. Goes absolutely feral as his face gets drenched and he feels your nails on his scalp. Moans/groans/grunts unabashedly as his hands grip your thighs and ass, letting your hips jump and tighten around him. 

Does not care if you’re worried about your weight. 

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t want it, Love.”

Make him go lightheaded. He’s begging you. 

Gaz is a switch—top, bottom, doesn’t matter, he’s making you feel good and you’re making him feel amazing so it doesn’t bother him if you suddenly shove him over and climb on top mid-fuck. His hands snap and help you ride him, head tilting back into the pillow and mouth opening in breathless groans. 

I don’t see him as incredibly into rough sex—he would never hurt you, and anything that involves that would make him nervous about your safety. Very light breathplay is alright, but he’s not going to apply more pressure than a light squeeze. Gets upset if he finds any marks beyond hickeys on you—kisses them and mutters apologies into your skin as he continues rutting into you softly. 

Very into overstimulation and edging on both parts. 

Bring him to tears and leave him wanting you until he’s physically shaking and trying to grab at himself even as he’s hissing at the slight sizzles of pain. 

But, above all of that, he always wants to see your eyes while he’s pounding into you—missionary is his go-to until you decide you want to move/change/etc. The man just likes making sure you’re enjoying yourself, and that in and of itself helps get him off. Moan for him, be as loud as you want, it’s like a present as your eyes go all glossy and pleasure-drunk.

Will tease you about it though. I don’t make the rules.

“That good, Love? Yeah? Fuckin’ hell, hear that down there? Dripin’ for me—c’mon let me hear it, then. Let me hear those sounds from that pretty mouth. There we are, just like that. No need to be shy.”

Just slam your lips to his to shut him up, he can’t resist you—it’ll even make him move a bit faster.

All and all 10/10 boyfriend/husband material if you can deal with him being away for long periods of time for deployments. 

No doubt he always makes it up to you on leave.

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[channieismyboy]

can't hold back anymore

{sub!hyunjin x f!reader} - masterlist

genre: roomates to lovers and smut

warnings: slight mommy kink, hand job, caught masturbation (m), overstimulation

sypnosis: you catch your roommate jerking off to the thought of you, turns out he's just as smitten for you as you are for him. - 3.2k

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you have been roommates with hyunjin for two years now. it hasn't been easy living with him. partly because he hardly cleans up after himself, and also because you've developed feelings for him over the past two years.

it started out as merely an innocent crush for the first few months. it's not hard to catch feelings for a guy like hyunjin. he's pleasing to the eyes, he has the sweetest personality, and not to mention he's remarkably respectful, which is uncommon for a guy. it's honestly one of the reasons you agreed to move in with him since his last roommate had left.

however, as time passes by, your pure feelings for hyunjin have turned slightly corrupt. in your defense, the man does walk around in your cramped apartment shirtless after a shower. his chest and arms are all shiny with residue water that hasn't dried yet. he also loves to let his hands linger onto your waist when he gives you a "friendly hug", which drives you almost insane.

yet, you know why he does those teasing actions. it's because he feels comfortable around you, and you're both good friends. 'friends' is the key word. hyunjin never shows any signs that he has interest in you. which you think is for the better, you shouldn't let your mind stray too much, he is your roommate after all.

-

you wake-up to your obnoxious alarm in the morning, and start to get ready for work. tonight you have a longer shift, unlike other days. as you leave your room, and head to the shared bathroom, you see that the door is closed. hyunjin must be there. you knock slightly at the door. "come in" you hear hyunjin say.

you turn the cold doorknob, and enter into the steamy bathroom. you are greeted with a shirtless hunjin. a towel is wrapped around his slender waist. you mutter a small 'thank you' and start to wash your face, while hyunjin fixes his hair next to you.

hyunjin gives you a small glance then starts the conversation, "so, do you have work today?" you answer while rinsing your face. "yeah, i have a longer shift today too. oh, and i might go out with some of my friends so i'll probably be home late."

you reach a hand out for a towel. but you can't find it. then hyunjin reaches out to grab the towel, and hands it to you.

"here, you looked like you were struggling" hyunjin says while laughing a little. he looks so adorable while laughing, you love the way his eyes scrunch up. you take the towel from his hands, with a sight blush on your face. "thank you".

hyunjin scans your face, you can see his eyes staring into yours for a few seconds, then they head down to your neckline, soon meet your chest, and dart back up swiftly. he likes to sneak small glances at your body whenever you wear something slightly revealing, like the tank top and shorts you're currently dressed in. you don't mind, he hardly does it, but when he does, the look in his eyes makes you enjoy it. it makes you feel like he sees you as more than just a friend.

"so, you sure you won't be home till late, right?" he breaks the silence between you both. you nod at his question. "if you bring home any guys, just don't be too loud okay?" he says in a playful manner.

you answer his little joke, "very funny hyunjin. i won't, plus you know our rule, we're not allowed to bring people home." you and him created this rule when you had first moved in. you both thought it would be better like this since it would be more complicated otherwise. hyunjin has never brought a girl home, and from what you know of, he hasn't been with anyone for a while now. neither have you.

you wish hyunjin a goodbye and leave the apartment.

-

it's almost eleven in the evening when you arrive home. you exit the car and say goodbye to your friends that decided to head out for the rest of the night. you settled not to go out after work, considering it drained the life out of you. taking your keys, you unlock the door to your shared apartment. you enter the place quietly, since you think hyunjin is sleeping as he hasn't answered any of your messages. tip-toeing to your room, you close your door and change into your pyjamas.

the walls in your cheap appartment are thin, so you can hear almost anything that goes on in every room. you hear a small clutter come from hyunjin's room. like something heavy had dropped. you also hear a small 'shit' he muttered under his breath.

you decide to go surprise your roommate and tell him that you stayed home, since you know he's awake. you don't think he heard you come in or he would have greeted you already. so, you're gonna sneak up on him. you exit your room and head across the hallway to hyunjin's room. the closer you get, the more you can hear what's going on. his door is somewhat cracked open just enough so you can get a glimpse of what he's doing. when you're right at the door, you hear him say your name out loud. his voice was low yet airy.

when you were about to go inside his room you hear it. it was loud and sensual. hyunjin moaned and kept repeating your name. you peek into the small crack at the door and see him on his bed, wet cock in hand. he's stroking it at a steady pace, his shirt is off and his pants are down on his hips.

you can't look away at the inviting sight, it pulled you in for more. you obviously caught your roommate whom you liked for the past two years jerking off in his room...to you.

all the blood in your body rushes up to your face, it feels hot to the touch. does this mean that hyunjin sees you the same way you see him? how is that possible?

you think back to tis morning, he asked you if you were going to be out late. he must have asked that so he can be sure you weren't going to hear this. he often asks that question to you. so he does this quite often then. that thought made you weak in the knees. you hear another moan. you feel like a bit of a perv watching hyunjin, but then again, he is thinking about you while jerking off.

knowing hyunjin jerks off to you, makes you confident and bold. you open the door with a creak, to reveal yourself. hyunjin darts out of his trance and stares at you. eyes blown out, face flushed, and cock twitching. he hastily tried to cover himself with a pillow. "w-what are you doing? you were supposed to be out with your friends." hyunjin stutters.

you ignore his question, and stare down at the provocative man who's trembling in embarrassment. his expression is priceless. hyunjin feels your gaze on him. he's never felt this intimidated before. it's as if the roles were reversed, and he's the vulnerable one. and its doing something stimulating to him.

"how cute. couldn't even keep yourself quiet while thinking about me?" your tone is daring.

hyunjin cannot make eye contact with you. his hands are still firmly gripping onto the pillow that's covering him.

"not gonna answer?" you ask. you then head to sit down at the corner of his bed. you continue, "fine then i'll ask a different question. how often do you do this?"

hyunjin realizes he has to say something. jerking off repeatedly while thinking of his beautiful roomate deserves some sort of explanation. even if he can't seem to say anything at your bold statements. he thought you would already be packing up your things and running out the door. however, the ambience you're giving off does not seem angered, rather, curious.

"please don't be mad. i just do this cause i think you're gorgeous," he says timidly, still not looking you in the eyes.

"still didn't answer my question, how many times have you done this?"

hyunjin says while looking at the pillow below him, "almost every time you're out late. i know you're mad at me, let me make it up to you."

there is it, the validation you needed to hear from your roommate. oh how you wanted to hear these words leave hyunjin's mouth. now it's time to push him further.

"oh baby, i'm not mad." you say with a smile on your face. hyunjin looks up at you. your joyful expression makes him feel much better. "now, remove the pillow," your voice changes to a more commanding manner.

hyunjin is stunned. he says the word 'what' in complete disbelief. you clarify, "you wanted to make it up to me, so remove it." you say, point blank.

he releases his grip from the pillow, and looks up at you one more time. once he sees that you're in fact not joking, he shakily uncovers himself before you. his hard cock fully displayed now.

now that you've gotten a closer look, it's safe to say that he has a pretty dick. it's nicely curved, with lots of veins, and his cute tip is leaking a little. you're surprised it hasn't gotten soft yet.

you smirk. you crawl to get closer to him. you notice his flushed face, he looks too cute, you think. hyunjin's back is on bedframe, so you get on your knees, and hover right above his cock. hyunjin is taking deep breaths, he dosen't know what you're planning on doing, but it's making more blood reach his acing dick.

he looks up at you innocently, his eyes are practically glistening. it almost makes you fold right there and then. however, you remain indifferent. "you always stare at my chest, why don't you pull down my top?"

hyunjin looks like a lost kitten. his hands don't move at your command. so you take his hand in yours, and lead it to your tank top strap, and slowly pull it down. you take his left hand and do the same thing. you let the garment fall down on your body. finally your breasts are exposed.

hyunjin's eyes dart to them immediately. his cock visibly twitches at the sight. for so long he's dreamed of seeing your exposed form, and finally he can see just how gorgeous you are. "fuck y/n, you're gorgeous," hyunjin states, not looking you in the face.

he raises his hand, and hovers it right above your right nipple. he's looking at you to make sure he has permission to touch you. you nod gently. that's all he needs to continue.

his fingers trace around your nipple, and his thumb plays with the bud gently. the sensation feels amazing, even if they're light touches. you enjoy his warm caresses, how he fondles them, and how every so often he brushes against your nipple. hyunjin handles you with such care. it's time for you to do the same.

his tender cock is just below you. so, you sneak your hand and hover it just above his shaft. you trace a finger from the base up. so slowly, yet with incredible pressure. hyunjin halts all movement. he stares at you in the eyes, with a contorted face. it's the first time you've touched him down there, and he never wants it to end.

a high pitched moan escaped his plump lips. you repeat your action, again and again. each time his reaction gets better. you're teasing him, and it's working. his hands land at your hips, and hold onto them. "this feels so good, please never stop," he says cutely.

"i don't plan on stopping."

you now grab his dick fully, and start to jerk it softly. you repeat this motion and watch hyunjin's face hungrily.

you pick up the pace quickly now. and when your hand reaches the tip, you use your thumb to swirl around it, making the man under you a complete mess. his begs for you to slow down don't stop you, in fact they add to your pace. hyunjin's moans turn into whimpers. he squirms under you, and bucks his hips upwards. you know he's eager to cum.

"p-please y/n, you're going too fast. can't keep up- ahhh," hyunjin's head jolts back at the feeling of your soft hands giving him too much stimulation. "sorry baby, but i won't stop anytime soon,"

as your pace gets faster and more aggressive, hyunjin's feels his high approaching quickly. all his senses are filled with you. your scent, your touch, your voice are giving him too much pleasure that he's going to cum.

"y/n i'm going to cum. please let me cum for you!" he says desperately.

"yes baby, be a good boy and cum for me."

drops of his cum splatter onto your hands. hyunjin's body convulses under you. a mix of whimpers and undetectable words leave his mouth as he finally feels his orgasm wash over him. hyunjin looks too adorable after cummed. his dazed out expression as he looks at you after is too much.

"t-thank you, mommy," hyunjin says.

you know he's a bit out of it, but the word mommy makes you smirk. "did you just call me mommy?" you say mocking teasingly him.

a once relaxed hyunjin is now panicked. his face clearly shows just how embarrassed he is. "n-no! i didn't mean mommy. i uh just said it cause-" you cut him off mid sentence.

"don't panic, i liked it. say it again for me."

he looks confused. nevertheless hyunjin does as told.

"that felt really good mommy..."

-

Omg ahhh im back besties! I really needed to take a break from writing, and I hope you all understand. I won’t be posting too often here, and I may start to change some things about my blog. Nevertheless I wanted to post this because I've had this idea for so long and it took me a while to write it. You can say this is a present for you all for almost 900 followers! Thank you so much for all the support. And for my friends here. I know I haven't responded to you, but I really appreciate your worries! Please be safe!

Do not repost, translate or upload any of  my works and posts without my permission.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #skz imagines #hwang hyunjin skz #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin soft hours #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin hard hours

[fuck-customers]

Had a doozy of a customer interaction today, tldr: Man throws an absolute fit because I was wearing a mask at work.

The last couple of days I've been wearing a mask at work because my sinuses have been going completely haywire and my nose has been dripping, and I'd prefer not to be seen in public with a runny nose, management doesn't care since I don't have any actual symptoms they worry about. Today I'm running cash like normal, it's pretty early on in the shift, so I'm still in a decent mood, and I ring out this guy's burrito. I give him his total in my customer service, very clear and easy to understand, and he then goes "What was that? I'm sorry it's hard to hear you with that mask." Since the pandemic started that phrase has been an instant cue for me to drop out of the friendly tone and into a slightly more annoyed tone, and try to get the customer out as soon as possible. I am naturally a loud person and literally none of the other customers I deal with when I mask up have an issue hearing me, this guy was just trying to open up a conversation about my mask, which is just a black mask with peppers on it that they gave me during the pandemic for my uniform. "So is that mask a political statement or are you just too sick to be working right now?" Not a question I had been expecting, but completely straight faced while getting his change I assure him that I am not sick, my sinuses are just acting up and didn't want to drip snot everywhere. "If you're sick, you really shouldn't be working." I once again tell him I'm not sick, and give him his change, and he then asks if there's a manager he can talk to. Thankfully my ace in the hole manager that loves to fight with custome seers was on duty today, and came up to deal with the guy, who was once again trying to insist I was obviously sick if I was wearing a mask and I shouldn't be working, and at that point I was in the back of house, away from the line of sight of customers, and explaining to the coworkers in the back who had missed it what was going on, and trying not to go up front and throw hands with this idiot. I didn't hear a lot of the conversation between my manager and the offended customer, but at some point he did try again to claim he couldn't hear me through my mask, and I just started basically yelling that he was full of it because the girl working the back line about ten feet away, who was definitely further away than that guy was, could hear me perfectly fine, and I think the manager told him he was just being discriminatory at that point, and he immediately accused her of using the race card. She had to explain to him that discrimination isn't just a race thing, (she was initially confused because I am white, so was this man, but she's black, and he apparently immediately associated the word with race?) and after that she asked him to leave, I think he wanted a refund for the inconvenience (this manager also has a tendency to throw out orders when she's about to refuse someone service to drive her point home, so that could also have been it), which she gave him, but he still told her to fuck off as he was leaving, and I think I heard something about us supporting left-wing propaganda as well, but I was busy pacing in the back of house and screeching in frustration. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but apparently the man was so offended he emailed in a complaint, and I had to confirm with a different manager that I was wearing my mask because of my allergies. I was frustrated about that man all day, and I've already decided the next time somebody asks about my mask like that I'm telling them I'm hideously disfigured and they're touching on a tender subject.

#submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #this is a text block and i apologize but screw that guy and his stupid problem with my mask #next time I'll just drip snot on his change

[rosepascal]

beating heart || Joel Miller x Reader

prompt: heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd (prompt list)

warnings: none

a/n: I'm feeling the writers block so I know this is short and it's not much but I needed to get something out just to try.

One man should not have such an effect on you. His hand on your wrist, firm and protecting in nature, should not send your heart into a frenzy. Beating against your chest so loudly you swear he could hear it himself. Joel's not an affectionate man in public. Or really at all. He has his moments where you think that maybe he feels a certain way towards you.

When he smiles after something you've said or keeps you close when the nights get cold or that one time you got cut on your forehead and he insisted on patching you up himself. His strong hands shook slightly as he applied the bandage to your hand but you had never felt safer.

Truthfully you found excuses for his behavior at every turn. It was friendly, he doesn't see you that way, you're just a work partner. If only your heart could catch up to your brain. Pretending to not be in love with Joel is easy in your head.

As Ellie puts it "being in complete denial". You can say that you don't mind when Joel doesn't come to dinner. Or when someone decides to flirt with him. You can laugh it off when he's being particularly cold one day. Even if it cracks your heart a little. Even if it leaves you feeling stupidly jealous. No one has to know what you're feeling inside.

It was somehow easier to hide when it was just you, him, and Ellie. Sure you were alone with him but you had Ellie and you were more focused on staying alive than a crush. But once you settled into Jackson, into normal life again.

The feelings bubbled up again. Seeing him relaxed, or as relaxed as he can be. Seeing him happy. It brought back everything you felt for the man. He's just so, handsome and strong and caring and yes he has his faults, who doesn't, but those faults don't matter as much when he's been the one to watch your back for the past few years.

Which brings you back to now. How you managed to day dream during a simple walk through town is amusing but you feel his thumb rub the inside of your wrist slowly and it brings you back down to earth. He doesn't need to hold onto you.

There's a low chance you'd get lost given that there's no where to really go. But Joel grabbed your wrist anyways. He keeps you close as he weaves through the crowd. Even looking back just to make sure you're there. You're safe.

No matter how hard you try you can't calm your heart. You just hope he can't feel your pulse spiking whenever he readjusts his grip. He does. When you reach the end and he lets go you feel disappointment creep through you. Already missing the feel of his hands.

"You alright?" He asks.

You nod, giving him a smile to hide any feelings you have inside but this time he doesn't buy it. Slowly he steps towards you, backing you up until you hit the wall behind you. His eyes staring deep into your own, making you shiver.

There's a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips and you have to resist cursing him out for being a jerk. He's teasing you. He's doing this on purpose. Before you can push him away he grabs your hand. Not your wrist, your hand.

Wordless he intertwines your fingers until he's properly holding your hand. If your heart was beating fast earlier, it was nothing compared to now. A loud pounding echoes through your body as he squeezes your hand gently.

"Don't want to you to get lost." Is all he says.

Joel knows how he feels. His heart does at least. The pure terror that fills his veins when he thinks about it says everything to him. He can't say it out loud though. That's admitting more than he's ready for. But that's okay. Because he pulls you close, holding your hand in his warm one, keeping you safe.

For once you manage to ignore your own wild heart, only to notice that his is beating in sync.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

[section-69]

Okay Destination Trek notes! First here's what I really liked:

- Everything was SAG compliant and there was so much important strike talk. Obvs this made some questions impossible to answer, and it was slightly hard to predict what would be wrong to say just since different actors had different comfort levels (big range from "I support my comrades but I'm not gonna pretend I'm not in Star Trek" from David Ajala to J G Hertzler encouraging us to threaten media executives with [COPYRIGHTED SPACE WEAPON] to Terry Farrell not wanting to mention working on TV or film at all), but honestly it just made the whole thing really friendly

- on that note, multiple guests said it was the best convention they'd been to in years. I don't have a lot of personal experience with them, but I was talking to a lot of older fans and many of them said this felt a lot like the early days of conventions which were also set in hotels

- being in a hotel made it a) more accessible (and there were So Many fellow disabled Trekkies to prove it!!), b) easier to hang out between activities, and c) just super personable. The guests could hang out in the bar with the fans, there were lots of comfy seats everywhere, and it was very easy to step away if something wasn't your speed.

- not being in London helps the vibes too

- not being Paramount affiliated made the tickets a bit cheaper (much appreciated)

- most of the activities were teamwork focussed. Initially I was a little freaked by that but actually it gave the whole thing a friendly social club vibe

- science talks! Community talks! Asking the actors questions about their lives and work outside of what they're most famous for! Stories we haven't all heard a thousand times!

- I'll make another post about the specifics of accessibility and why I liked this infinitely more than the official ones in London aircraft hangars, but I just really have to stress how important I found that here

- being fan organised and fan led, the focus was on us and how much we love this shit. I didn't find the old format Bad in this respect, but this really did hit different

- J G Hertzler is seriously the coolest person I've met. He stole my craft group's batleth and we couldn't be happier about it.

- So Many Cool Cosplays!!! Shout out especially to the drag queens, the older man cosplaying Admiral Janeway, the Voyage Home Spock and inflatable whale, the power chair decked out to look like a shuttle, all the babies in uniform, the tribble queen in her tribble pelt dress, all the Klingons who didn't artificially darken their skin, the furry doctor from lower decks, all of the Borg, the Klingon pug with a plush batleth, and so so many others I'm forgetting ❤️🖖❤️

Notes for Future Cons

- If you don't already have access to it because of an expensive ticket, I wouldn't bother paying for the opening ceremony. It's not actually at the start of the event and also it's literally just the actors coming on stage, saying hi, then rushing back to the autograph tables. Do go to the closing ceremony though! There's way more of a point to those

- If you're not a huge extrovert, already drunk, or completely happy in awkward situations, I wouldn't recommend being the first in the door at the parties. Give it an hour or so - they sounded very lively later on, but when I tried to go in earlier the primary school disco vibes were off the charts. Plus the music's too loud to actually talk to anyone, and no one's dancing yet. I did see one guy run past with a portable charger for his friend in a wheelchair that lost power on the dance floor though, so clearly they got cooler later on lol. Addendum here that I'm an autistic non drinker so that might colour things.

- to the white folks darkening their skin for generic Klingon cosplays, reconsider that one next year

- to the white guy wearing brown face paint to cosplay Worf specifically, what the fuck, man??

- to the person who boo'd the mention of Julian/Garak at the LGBTQ+ panel, fight me but also maybe skip whatever the equivalent is next year cause Andy Robinson's booked to come

- host mocked Scottish accents a couple times :(

- here's hoping the unions will have their demands met and we'll be able to talk about Star Trek publicly with actors who can access healthcare and pay their rent. But if not, at least we know the con will still be fun.

- maybe see you in Blackpool next July 💙

#star trek #I've probably forgotten something glaring. I'm incredibly sleepy and had to spend much of the con lying down #but again. hotel setting means I actually Can lie down and be comfortable and return without spending ages walking

[one-winged-dreams]

Dove

ship: my down to earth lover (nivis x menogias) aus: kite stand au source: genshin impact word count: 1627

DAE IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR THIS DAMN AU

anyway, yeah. first menogias fic and it's for this au.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @goldenworldsabound @mahitoslittlebird @edencantstopfallininlove @adoredbyalatus @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess @little-miss-selfships

Nivis was always a contradiction.

He incited equal parts stares and aversion of the eyes, his frigid appearance affecting how people perceived him. Never once did his expression change from the neutral-bordering-cold blankness, eyes half-lidded, brow low, and lips practically a perfect pout. His appearance nearly chilled the air itself.

Though anything BUT frigid, it was either out of ignorance or acceptance that he didn't bother trying to keep his expression warm.

That was just his face.

Though a number of residents of Liyue Harbor were accustomed to his chilly aura, he never cared to make acquaintance with anyone enough for them to see what he was really like. He was known as polite, but that was about it.

Most would rather come to the conclusion he was being curt, not shy, as was the genuine truth.

It was no different this lively market day, navigating through the crowds was relatively easy as some would move out of his way based on his expression alone.

Internally, he was tired. Being around so many people was unpleasant, it was killing him not to apologize for every bump or nudge. He needed a moment, stepping out of the crowd to linger in front of a particular stand for a bit of respite wasn't a bad idea.

As he slipped off to the side, he found himself in front of a rather peculiar stall, and it took him a moment of comprehension to realize it was a kite stall.

The various shapes and colors greeted him all at once as his eyes lifted to the display, almost overwhelming in their beauty. It was all so much to look at, and he could only take so much of it in before his pale eyes widened.

And instantly, that cold expression became one of joyful wonder, and his eyes began to sparkle in a manner similar to the fashion that the first heavy snowfall of winter did in the sunshine that followed.

"So pretty…" he breathed, his blue-tinted lips curling into an enchanted smile.

"And made all by mself no less," came an unfamiliar voice, snapping Nivis out of his state of wonder.

Though the joy on his face was replaced, it was by that of one of surprise as opposed to the prior coldness. White lashes batted as he blinked, looking up at the shopkeep.

His face immediately flushed, and his pale eyes widened. A friendly smile from a man so beautiful it nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs. Brunette and gold that filled his eyes in a manner not unsimilar to the way the kites had just done prior.

"Beautiful…" he spoke in a soft tone before realizing he had spoken out loud, shaking his head to clear it before stammering. "Th-The kites, I mean! They're so beautiful, you m-made these?" he asked, his eyes remaining open wide in wonder.

A few of the shopkeeps and people who frequented the market who had seen Nivis before were unable to refrain from staring. What was this? What had caused this sudden change in demeanor, was this what Nivis was truly like? Was it just a reaction to the admittedly very handsome shopkeep?

The handsome shopkeep in question chuckled before nodding.

"Indeed I did. With quite a bit of hard work, I may add. Might I say, I'm glad to find someone who appreciates my craftsmanship so," he replied.

Nivis merely stared at him for a moment, unable to speak. To try to compose himself, he looked at the kites. They truly were beautiful, the wide variety an implication that the shopkeep perhaps enjoyed designing just as much as crafting.

"Do you… Design them all yourself?" Nivis asked sheepishly as if wanting to confirm his suspicions.

The shopkeep nodded again, the friendly smile never leaving his face.

"I do, yes. I may have a tendency to go a little overboard, I can't help but want to articulate every little idea that comes to mind. Therefore, my selection is always… Revolving. So, not to be one such pushy shopkeeper, but, if you see something you particularly like, I'd suggest buying it now in case it's not here later," he hummed in what seemed like amusement for a second before continuing, "Although… I suppose I could be persuaded to offer a custom request for someone who appreciates my craftsmanship so much."

Nivis froze, his lips parting in an attempt to speak that ultimately ended in failure.

Nothing had prepared him for such a kind and pleasant interaction. Not that people were CRUEL to him, so much as that he was unused to ANY sort of interaction.

Immediately, he turned his head away again, looking at the kites as if for moral support. As his eyes landed on one in particular, he blinked, almost to change the conversation to something casual.

"Does this one… Have a whistle?" Nivis asked, pointing at one in particular. It was one of the bird-shaped designs, mostly white with only subtle accents of color.

The shopkeep laughed, and Nivis flustered once more.

"It does, yes, you have a keen eye for detail. It's an emulation of the whistles that some attach to the tail feathers of pigeons and doves."

Nivis looked up at him curiously.

"Then this design is…?"

"A dove, yes."

Nivis found himself staring at the kite again as if utterly fixated on it.

"That's very creative… You really put a lot of thought into these…" he said, voice soft and nearly a murmur.

"It means a lot to me that you would say that. There's nothing more fulfilling than someone recognizing the work you put into your creation," the shopkeep commented, his voice sincere and genuine in its tone of gratitude.

Nivis merely nodded, continuing to take in all the details of the kite as if he could drink them in all day.

A thoughtful hum from the shopkeep caught his attention, and he politely faced him again.

"You seem to like that one quite a bit. I could give it to you for…. Half off, if you'd like?" the shopkeep offered cheerfully.

"HALF!?" Nivis reacted with shock, covering his mouth as he realized he had gotten a bit loud. "But that's…! I don't want to cut into your profit, that kite is so beautiful that it would be a disservice to pay you so little for your efforts!"

Again, the shopkeep laughed.

"The very fact that you're acknowleding compensation for my efforts is enough to make me sure that you're someone who would appreciate it enough for it to be worth it. I do have a condition, however."

A condition?

Nivis nodded slowly, his eyes remaining fixed on the handsome shopkeep. He really was so beautiful…

"Of course…" he said quietly, nearly distracted if one wanted to look into his tone too hard.

A smile spread across the shopkeep's face at that, bright and friendly.

"The condition is… You tell me your name."

Confused silence rang in the air as if a breeze blowing between the two.

"My… name?" Nivis questioned as if to clarify.

"Yes," the shopkeeper confirmed without speaking further.

Another blush had found its way to Nivis's face. Oh by the Archons, his heart was aflutter with a sort of emotion he was unsure he knew of.

"I'm… Nivis," he answered, his tone mild.

"Nivis…" the shopkeep repeated, as if… savoring?

The shopkeep contemplated a minute before smiling brightly again.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nivis. I am Menogias."

A squeak left Nivis, to his dismay and the shopkeep's apparent delight.

"Th-The pleasure is m-mine," Nivis did his best to sound composed while his stomach did flips. "A-And I'll… not insult you by rejecting your… very GENEROUS offer. That is… I'll take the kite with the whistle."

"Fantastic," Mengoias chuckled and moved over to retrieve a pre-packaged and ready-to-take-home kite of the same design.

The exchange between Menogias offering the kite and Nivis offering the amount in mora was a perfect handoff, and their fingers brushed together on not only one but both of their hands.

Nivis felt as if his face were going to combust, holding the packaged kite gently despite his need to tense his entire body in preparation of running in the opposite direction. He never handled being flustered well.

"I-I t-tried to count out how much half off th-the price on the display was…! But I'm not too good at math, and don't want to underpay, so m-maybe you should count it out before I go…!" he stammered to ground himself, swallowing nervously.

Contrary to Nivis's insistence, Menogias smiled and waved a hand dismissively.

"I trust your ability. And I don't mind if there's a slight difference, though I DO hope to have your business again in the future, Nivis."

Every single nerve in Nivis's body screamed at him to run away from the source of his hammering heart and fluttering stomach. Standing his ground was a near-impossible feat, but he did so. Somehow.

"Y-Yes! Definitely! I will definitely do that!" he managed to nod without outright trembling.

"Excellent. I'd love to hear your opinions on my other designs when I change out the selection. Your feedback is very much appreciated. Though, I have a comment on your purchase today. Do you know what doves are a symbol of?" Menogias's head tilted to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest.

His smile was… radiant. That's the only way Nivis could describe it.

"N-No I… What?" he replied meekly.

For the short moment Menogias laughed, Nivis was equal parts enchanted and confused. As the gentle laughter died down to a good-natured chuckle and a smile that was more subdued but still just as enchanting, Menogias spoke.

"Eternal love."

"GOODBYE, SEE YOU LATER!"

Nivis ran.

#self ship #self shipping #virus fics #my down to earth lover

[hwabang]

SKZ Reaction to S/O Celebrating Ramadan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fem!reader in some parts, muslim!reader, mentions of food, if i missed anything let me know!

Author’s Note 1: Yes I am well aware Muslims aren’t supposed to date, and I’m also well aware that Muslim people who do date refrain from it during the month of Ramadan. However this is a reaction, an imagine, and that’s exactly what it is– imagining! So don’t come for me for this, thankssss

Author’s Note 2: I haven’t posted in over a year so idk how this is gonna do, but it’s Ramadan so I did want to post these for the Muslim STAY! Ramadan Kareem to those celebrating❤️☪️

Author’s Note 3: Do you guys wants an ‘SKZ Celebrating Eid’ towards the end of the month? If so, let me know!

Bang Chan:

Chan is literally the most respectful person in the world and also the most helpful

For your first Ramadan as a couple, he’d do SO much research to know what he should and should not do

He’d also ask you only like 10,000 questions (that’s not a lot right)

Chan would definitely make sure he keeps his distance (physically) during the month, even though you didn’t mention anything about it. He’s a very touchy and cuddly person but he respects your religion so he’ll refrain during the month

He’s also sit with you while you eat suhoor/sehri (or whatever y’all call it)! Sometimes he’ll make it for you and makes sure you eat enough to last you the whole day

He also eats Iftar with you :’)

I’m convinced the man will go to the mosque with you too

Chan fasts with you sometimes too! Although he knows that fasting is not the only aspect of Ramadan, so he takes care of other things as well

For example, if he’s listening to/making music while you’re around, he ALWAYS has his headphones plugged in

He also tells the boys to respect your personal space during the month (since most of them are huggers) and asks them to try their best not to curse or make dirty jokes around you (Chan also refrains from it too)

He’ll often surprise you throughout the month with iftari staples he can find from halal restaurants

Depending on what Muslim country you’re from, Chan googles some popular iftar foods from there and attempts to make it!

Overall Chan is very respectful and eager to learn, and also really really supportive so he’ll do whatever he can to make sure the month of Ramadan is easy for you.

“Babe, I love you but stay 6 ft away! You’re too pretty and I wanna kiss you but you’re celebrating Ramadan!”

LeeKnow:

Your personal chef for Ramadan

I mean, your personal chef 24/7 for eternity, but especially for Ramadan

He will make whatever you ask him to make, and like Chan, will make you Suhoor/Iftari staple foods from your country

Minho also sets an alarm an hour before Fajr, just so you don’t have to be up and eating alone

LeeKnow also does his research, so refrains from stuff like cursing/listening to music out loud, bringing alcohol around you, etc

LeeKnow’s also really curious, so he’ll be asking you tons of genuine questions

He also yells at the boys if they hug you during Ramadan or curse in front of you

Doesn’t plan any outings with the boys during prayer times; he knows you would never wanna miss a prayer

He does a lot of taking care of you from behind the scene, stuff you don’t notice at first but when you do, you MELT

For example, he carries a travel-friendly prayer mat along with a scarf for you in his bag.

And if you’re not wearing long sleeves he gives you his hoodie to wear so you can be properly dressed to pray

Guards the room you’re praying in so none of the boys can come in and bother you

Overall, a perfect boyfriend who respects your interfaith relationship a lot

“So you make up the fasts you can’t do during your period?? Wow~”

Changbin:

Please he’s trying so hard to be respectful and not bother you as much during the month

I don’t think Changbin would fast with you especially since he works out so much he needs to eat and drink well

But he’s definitely eating suhoor and iftari with you every day of Ramadan (unless he has a schedule ofc)

Asks you so many questions omg

I think Changbin would go to Jisung and Chan to brush up on his knowledge for Ramadan

He understands fasting is not the only part of Ramadan, so everything else he refrains from too

For example, drinking, cursing, pork, and although he loves physical connection with you, he’s gonna refrain from it completely (even though it’s really hard for him)

But he does apologize to you once because he cannot stay away from music (it’s so cute)

Even when you’re not fasting during your period, Changbin refrains from all those things! 

Not only is he willing to try Iftari staples from your country, but he will order foods from other Muslim countries for you guys too!

Changbin really bonds with you during Ramadan since he’s getting to try so many foods he never has before

“Huh? No I’m not tired. See, I’m perfectly fine! I can sleep after you’re done praying, not a big deal.”

Hyunjin:

Fight me on this one; Hyunjin will decorate for Ramadan all for you

He’s gonna mainly decorate his bedroom since you’re in there the most, but he’ll put up string lights in the dining room 

He’s also gonna paint a ‘Ramadan Kareem’ sign with a beautiful mosque in the background 🥺

Also pls Hyunjin is so enamored by you

The boy loves to sleep in but he’s so in love with you he will willingly get up when you get up for suhoor and won’t go back to sleep until you’re done with Fajr (even though you told him he doesn’t need to)

Your personal photographer all year round, we agree right?

But this guy LOVES taking candid photos of you during Ramadan the most! 

He believes you look beautiful no matter what time of day and no matter what’s going on, and to prove it

He takes so many pictures of you while you’re eating suhoor/iftar, while you’re getting ready to pray, while you’re focused on reading/listening to the Quran, while you’re making Iftari food (oh just wait till Eid he’s literally tailing you all day w his camera)

Also wants you to teach him the first week of Ramadan how to make the Iftari foods you love

So the rest of the month, he starts making those for you

[Hyunjin]: “Yeah I’ve been waking up at 5am with her everyday, and I hate it.”

[Member]: “So why don’t you just not wake up?”

[Offended Hyunjin]: “HOW COULD YOU EVEN SUGGEST THAT?!”

Han Jisung:

Tbh I think Jisung is the most familiar with Ramadan because he lived in Malaysia for a while, and the majority of Malaysians are Muslim

Even though he’s got the most knowledge about Ramadan out of the group, he’s still nervous he’ll somehow mess up so he does a LOT of research and even takes notes

His studio times during the month have become 10pm - 5am, just so he can make sure he’s home with you during Iftar AND Suhoor

Jisung is probably the only member who will keep most (if not all) fasts with you

He also strikes me as someone who will willingly go to the mosque

Also he’s gonna pick up a Korean translation of the Quran so he can read beside you while you’re reading

After reading he’ll discuss with you what he learned, and you’ll sit there for a while on the prayer mats discussing Islamic stories (literally me dream shut up)

Jisung’s strongest suite is not cooking so he will help you make suhoor and iftari instead

Jisung bursts out singing randomly ALL the frickin time but he definitely keeps himself in check during Ramadan which is something you appreciate so much

Part of him wants to stay in the dorm during the whole month so he doesn’t jump your bones and cuddle you kiss you to his heart’s content

The other part of him doesn’t wanna leave you alone during the month and wants to observe it with you

He ends up staying with you, just controlling himself :)

“Baby, is it time for Iftar yet? 5 more minutes? Okay then...”

Felix:

I know I keep saying they all do their research BUT IT’S TRUE

AND FELIX IS ONE OF THEM

He keeps telling you facts he learned, and you know them, but he’s so cute, so you just act like you’ve never heard them

The only thing on his mind the entire month is, “Make life easier for Y/N”

So like Minho, he will make sure he has a prayer mat, scarf, and one of his sweatshirts in his bag at all times so you can pray when you need to

He also makes sure to take care of your sehri and iftari every single day, even if he has to wake up at 4am to make it

Will keep some of the fasts with you

Also suggests taking night trips to the mosque with you, since he read that the Taraweeh prayer is a big deal and usually done at the mosque

Might I add he will even perform the prayer! He won’t know what he’s saying but he’ll stand by the men and follow them and it’s the effort that counts okay

He might even chat up some of the men at the prayer and talk about his will to learn the religion for you

I’m 100% sure Felix will pickup an English translation of the Quran so he can sit next to you while you read. 

If you’re on page 30, he’s on page 30. And he’s really trying to understand it!

Overall just so freaking supportive, and he wants you to know you’re not alone in celebrating such a holy month for you

“So today in the car, I was listening to one of the Islamic scholars you showed me, and I learned that....”

Seungmin:

Did I portray each member to be very respectful? Yes

Will I do the same for the remaining members ESPECIALLY Seungmin? Also yes

Definition of sweet

Like all the gestures he does during Ramadan really make you fall in love all over again

Because he’s doing, like, jaw dropping things you didn’t think he would!

For example, he searches all day for a good online abaya store a couple weeks before Ramadan. So right before Ramadan starts, you get a huge package filled with different colored abayas and some scarves!

If he sees you’re really stressed with work/school on a particular day, he’ll asl you if you remembered to pray, and you think it’s so sweet because prayer is such an important thing in Islam

Does his research especially on the foods eaten during suhoor and iftari!

So like Felix he will prepare your Iftari for you every single night

Also gets up to be there as moral support while you eat sehri and pray Fajr

You CANNOT get Seungmin to wake up at 5am for a month straight without any good reason

But you’re Y/N. You are the BEST reason for him to do ANYTHING

You two will sit there during suhoor and he will ask you questions about the religion, whatever he’s curious about

Does everything in his willpower to make the month easy for you

“It’s 5 in the morning let me sleep crazy woman... I’m kidding, I’m getting up.”

I.N: 

Jeongin understands how hard it is being around so many non-Muslims, especially because Korea doesn’t have a large population of Muslims

And he’s so empathetic, so he will feel that his main job during Ramadan is to make sure you’re not feeling alone

It’s hard for him, but he keeps most of the fasts with you

He would’ve kept all 30 but you made him promise he wouldn’t fast on days he has full day schedules since he needs to stay hydrated

Jeongin will also go to the mosque with you

He’s also one of the members who will pick up a Korean translation of the Quran and sit by you while you read it

Usually doesn’t cook often but during Ramadan he’s cooking every single night with you

LOVES trying the food from your country; although it’s stuff he’s not used to, he enjoys trying the foods and is so interested in all the different spices used

Jeongin also refrains from things during the month of Ramadan– he gives up drinking, pork, cursing, and listening to music outside of his work

I think Jeongin would even go as far as to not eat haram meat the whole month! So everything you guys are eating is 100% halal

And you think it is such a heartwarming gesture since Ramadan is not a part of Jeongin’s culture

Basically everything he can to make sure you don’t feel lonely during Ramadan, you bet he’s on it

“Baby the food is so good! But the spices are tickling my nose– I’M GONNA SNEEZE–”

#skz reactions #straykids #stray kids reactions #skz #bang chan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #hanjisung #felix lee #seungmin #jeongin #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

[randomficrecss]

My Hero Academia Fic Rec

i’m not super picky with my mha ships so here’s some of my fav fics for bakudeku, kiribaku, and tododeku! enjoy<3

KiriBaku

An Abundance of Penguin Shit by vixensheart

T | 295.1K | 25/25 | AU no quirks, AU animal handler, Slowburn, penguins, panic attacks

Penguins are overrated, in Katsuki's mind. They smell, they're loud, and they shit every ten minutes. How he ended up working with them, he doesn't know, but he hates it.

Okay, so maybe he needed a pay raise. Sue him. That doesn't mean he enjoys it. It's hard to enjoy getting bit every time he so much as looks at a penguin, after all. Let alone when he tries to handle one.

It certainly doesn't help that he keeps getting paired with Kirishima, who's all smiles and way too damn friendly for his own good.

~

Or, when Katsuki works as an animal handler because he's broke and hungry, and inadvertently warms up to both the penguins, and a certain red-haired boy.

I wasn’t looking for love (but then there you were) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

T | 35.5K | 1/1 | AU college, fluff and angst, strangers to lovers, first dates, public transportation, basketball player kirishima

(past child abuse)

Bakugo always fucking hated riding the subway every week, its crowded, loud and he's tired, but then he starts seeing the same redhead every time.

--

Katsuki blinked in disbelief. What the shit, he’s asking to play rock, paper, scissors. Is he fucking five years old? Who can be this stupid?! And he took his hand off the handle, does he want to fall?

Katsuki glared at him, but the redhead just smiled, and his eyes glint with a challenge, and before Katsuki can really think it through he’s taking his free hand and making a fist in front of himself.

The redhead’s smile turned less challenging and more cheerful, and Katsuki decided that this might not be that bad. He’s going to fucking crush him at rock, paper, scissors, even if it’s a stupid game.

neon season by chonideno

T | 26.3K | 1/1 | AU no quirks, road trips, aged up characters, sharing a bed, happy ending

the car is old and the road is long. nothing truly feels real, gas stations are empty, hotel rooms are on another plane of existence, street lights flicker when they walk past them. the fabric of their relationship changes a bit with every new city they drive through, progressively muffling the buzzing static of their thoughts

or how kirishima and bakugou share food, beds, bodies, and refuse to admit they want it to last

slow it down (go easy on me) by newamsterdam

T | 26.9K | 3/3 | time travel, marriage, future fic, angst with a happy ending

It’s at that moment that Bakugou realizes something is very, very wrong. He glances down at himself and sees scars he’s never had before along his arms, little nicks and scratches he’d never have been oblivious to. When he reaches up, his limbs feel longer, and as he staggers to his feet he stands several centimeters taller than he had, last thing he knew. He glances at the mirror, catches sight of his reflection, and screams.

One of the doors on the opposite side of the room bursts open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. A man crosses the room in quick strides, looking around for some enemy he can’t yet see.

No, not just a man. Kirishima.

When a confrontation with a villain throws Bakugou through time, he's forced to face a future he never imagined, and maybe something he can't leave behind.

the easy parts by chonideno

T | 11.6K | 1/1 | hurt/comfort, canon compliant, scars, insecurity, happy ending

Kirishima made it out alive but his body is covered in wounds that won't heal without leaving marks behind. He hides them away from the sight of others, away from his own, and he hates every part of it. Bakugou watches him reduce his own character to a parody of what it used to be, and he can't stand it.

Or how Bakugou and Kirishima learn to deal with these scars, with themselves, with each other.

Tonight, We’re the Sea by idratherhaveyou

M | 60.7K | 11/11 | AU no quirks, slowburn, hurt/comfort, soft, the ocean

Kirishima goes to a quiet seaside town to take care of his grandmother after she has a bad fall. There he meets Bakugou Katsuki and falls in love.

TodoDeku

sore must be the storm by Pouler (poulerslashes)

T | 10.4K | 1/1 | injury, claustrophobia, near death scenario, hurt/comfort, aged up characters, future fic

(past child abuse)

“We were in a fight,” he said.

“Yes,” Todoroki returned.

“And now we’re trapped?”

“Yes.”

“Under a building.”

“So it would seem.”

Two friends share time and words together as they try to keep a dark situation from turning into a hopeless one.

Summer Stars by PitViperOfDoom

T | 61.2K | 13/13 | hurt/comfort, mutual pining

(past child abuse)

It's been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn't Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.

i love you like the sun came out by unreemarkable

T | 46.5K | 6/6 | fluff, angst, developing relationship

(reference child abuse)

Todoroki Shouto is untouchable, until he isn't. What comes after goes a little like this.

[In which Todoroki falls, slowly, steadily, with his eyes wide open.]

Hooked On You by Trenchcoatkitten (love this one bc i just started crocheting like 2 months ago!)

T | 23.3K | 3/3 | crochet AU, college students, getting together, quirkless AU

While looking for a way to get a sweater for his dog, Shouto finds that he may be able to make one himself–and his main way to learn how is from a streamer with gnarled, scarred hands and a very kind voice that Shouto is rapidly coming to like.

OR

The crochet au that nobody asked for but I decided to write because it's like chicken soup for the soul.

prince & prince by Authoress

E | 183K | 22/22 | princes AU, arranged marriage, quirks equal royalty, undercover deku, slowbuild, hurt/comfort

Note to self: don't accidentally fall in love with a prince who's in an arranged marriage keeping your kingdoms from declaring war against each other. Especially when you're spying on him as his manservant.

Checks and Balances by indirectkissesiniceland (literally my fav omg, read the whole series!!)

T | 113.8K | 30/30 | AU college, hockey, cheerleaders, slowburn, friends to lovers

(referenced child abuse)

Izuku Midoriya was a competitive cheerleader up until an injury to his hand made tumbling and stunting an impossibility. It's devastating to think that cheer could be out of his life for good—until a pair of enthusiastic classmates show up at Izuku's dorm room with a signup sheet for a new hockey cheerleading club. All that's left to do is learn how exactly hockey works...and try not to think too much about the prodigious freshman right wing, who's just about the most wonderful person Izuku's ever met.

Shouto Todoroki has eaten, slept, and breathed hockey his whole life. He's got a legacy to live up to with his pro-hockey old man, and he's no stranger to the scrutiny and expectations of his coaches and teammates. It's different now that he plays for UA, though. He's got a former pro coach who sees potential in him and teammates who might actually like him as a person. Then there's the cheerleading captain, who's kind and compassionate in a way Shouto's never known—and who won't rest until Shouto stops dismissing hockey as nothing more than his old man's game.

When He Sees Me by Trenchcoatkitten

no rating | 81.1K | 14/14 | AU no quirks, blind midoriya izuku, dancer todoroki shouto, angst with a happy ending

(referenced child abuse)

“Sorry,” Midoriya says. “I tend to get off in my own little world sometimes. Guess I just talk a lot. Hope that won't bother you.”

“It's fine. I don't talk very much.”

Midoriya grins again, lighting up the booth brighter than the light hanging over the table. “We're a perfect pair, then!”

xx

Todoroki Shouto moves in with someone he's never met, just while he's in town for his show. He's never really known what home could mean, and, well, Izuku's the perfect ball of sunshine to show him.

Basically, this is a Blind!Izuku and Dancer!Shouto AU :)

BakuDeku

i was a little bit lost (but i’m not anymore) by starkliquors

E | 58.7K | 9/9 | AU sugar daddy, ABO dynamics, kid fic, sugar daddy bakugo,

Struggling as a single parent sucks. Especially when he had so many other responsibilities. So when Izuku asks his best friend to help him find a better job, he doesn't expect that to lead to becoming the sugar baby of the Symbol of Victory himself, Ground Zero.

No Perfect Time by ThyNameNotSpoken (read part 2 if u like shinsou hitoshi/kaminari denki, it’s so good)

E | 73.9K | 9/9 | hurt/comfort, dad katsuki, quirkless midoriya, eventual smut, single parents

Katsuki Bakugo has lived his life with no regrets. He goes all in. He doesn’t lose. He doesn’t fail.

Until he does.

Now he's stuck taking care of a baby he swore to protect.

But he needs help. He knows now that he can't do everything alone. That's how Izuku comes into his life. . .and never leaves

Baby Face by VersaceThong (classic “who did this to you” fic)

E | 16.5K | 1/1 | friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, trauma, injury, scar, falling in love, sexual content

A thick bloody gash runs from Deku’s right brow, across the bridge of his nose, over his cheek, and all the way down to the edge of his jaw. A sickening, jagged line etched diagonally over his face, wide enough to miss one of his eyes by mere milimeters.

He almost crashes into Deku, grabbing his arm in one hand and his face in the other. Katsuki’s index and thumb press into either side of his jaw, squishing Deku’s cheeks together.

With a voice so low he doesn’t recognize it as his own, Katsuki grinds out his words.

“Who did this to you?”

______________________________

Or; a villain leaves a scar on Deku's face and Katsuki absolutely loses it.

#bakudeku #tododeku #kiribaku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #kirishima eijirou #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #mha fic #my hero academia fic #boku no hero academia #bnha fic #deku fic #bakudeku fic #tododeku fic #kiribaku fic

[techtalksfics]

Cliché (Wrecker x Reader)

Summary: You were working at the market when the worst moment of your life happened. Luckily, Wrecker was on hand to help and he helps in more ways than one.

Authors Note: this is based on the wonderful prompt I received for Wrecker. This is pre Order 66. The first part is just a build up - please bear with it. I hope it's not totally awful.

Warnings: some mentions of violence, a single swear word, maybe some PTSD in nightmare form.

Word Count: 3.8K

You worked at one of the lower city market stalls on Coruscant. Selling trinkets and jewellery; some of the beskar necklaces with jewels of effervescent light had even been designed, forged and moulded by you and you were incredibly proud of your profession. It helped that these pieces were often very popular at the market. Popular enough to ensure you could comfortably get by in the world. In the lower depths of Courscant, you even attracted some of the higher classes. The market added a depth of colour and artistry otherwise missing in the grim lower streets of the city.

In recent weeks, there had been an increase in clone activity in the area. Not that you minded. The rumours suggested that some unknown threat was expected. So it was probably good that they were around. The clones were always friendly enough with the sellers in the market. They were easy to talk to, hand interesting tales to tell. Your mother always said that the measure of a person is in their actions and not their upbringing. So you certainly never judged a clone who lived in service to the Republic. The clones were polite and professional, and you'd finally adjusted to the eerie similarities they all shared.

Need to know, you often reminded yourself when the clones were sheepish about the reason for their presence.

As the day wore on, you found yourself perched on a stool fiddling with the clasp of your latest design. A representative from Bespin was eager to purchase it when it was ready. You'd also sold a couple of the expensive pieces you'd made today. The buyer of both was an upper class regular and because she liked your designs, she was always kind to you. She didn't treat you like you were beneath her and you liked her kindness. As you fiddled away, you finally managed to the clasp fixed onto the necklace when it happened.

The explosion.

This explosion was loud enough, big enough and close enough to leave you entirely incapacitated; your ears were ringing and somehow, you'd fallen to the floor in the sudden, unexpected commotion. Your knees stung as the skin was ripped from your apparently abrasive fall to the ground. The concrete floor beneath you was an unforgiving surface to crash into. A loud thumping in your head now accompanied the ringing in your ears and it caused you to scream out in pain. Everything seemed to hurt.

Knowing you were better than being the damsel in distress, you steadied your breathing. You managed to crouch yourself into a seated position, you finally opened your eyes and looked above your table.

It was complete, unmitigated carnage. People were running, screaming, yelling for their friends and loved ones. People were injured and limping away from the scene. Other were simply not moving at all, and you knew what that meant. Some began searching for their loved ones in the rubble of the building behind the market. Others tried to drag injured survivors away from the explosion site. As you watched a man drag a lady away, you noticed the unmoving bodies of two clone troopers. Both of whom you recognised.

You frowned as you noticed your dear friend Jido’s stall was engulfed in the red and blue flames.

What the fuck kind of explosive causes red and blue flames, you asked yourself, alarmed by the site. Jido’s beautiful wooden etches were crisping to ashes in the flames. He worked so hard on his work and now it was all gone. You felt devastated for him but simultaneously and selfishly worried for your own work.

Suddenly, Jido appeared beside you, crouched on one knee. He placed his hand on your shoulder as he tried to refocus your attention away from the carnage.

"Jido," you whimpered, "your work is -"

"Not as important as us getting away from. Like right now." His soft, deep and lilted accent rumbled around the air, momentarily blocking out the screams. It blocked them out long enough for your shaken brain to kick into gear. You stood quickly, stumbling slightly as you did so. 

Then came the second explosion. An explosion of gas and smoke. Your eyes began to burn.

“It’s some kind of smoke bomb,” Jido yelled, lifting his blue shirt to cover his mouth, “close your eyes, cover your mouth and get under your stall. I’ll go and get help.” In that moment, you were so happy that you knew such a brave soul.

And with that, he was gone. You closed your eyes and covered your mouth as instructed, hiding yourself away. You tried desperately to not focus on the screams. The fear in your heart was heightened and you could feel the panic numbing your body as you sat there alone. The smell of burning wood and flesh invaded your nose.

Suddenly, there was a new sound to focus on. Clones. At least, you thought it was clones. They certainly didn’t sound like the regular clones. The accents were varied and unique which was unanticipated for a clone. There was a gruffness to the voice of the one you assumed was their commander.

“Wrecker, Tech,” he called out, “find any remaining survivors and get them away from here. Get them to safety.”

“There’s a woman under that table.” It was Jido’s voice, he was panting as he spoke to them. The smoke clearly affecting him more than he would admit. God bless that man, you thought. “Please,” he begged, “help her.”

Within seconds, an incredibly large and incredibly muscular man was down on his knee in front of you. A startling softness was in his good eye as he looked at your terrified form. You wondered what had happened to that right eye. You realised that you must have looked to be an utter mess in that moment. Your knees were clutched to your chest as you trembled in fear. You hadn’t even realised you were trembling. As you looked at him, you recognised similarities to the clones you had encountered but he was certainly unique.

You had some many questions.

“It’s okay,” he spoke with a strange sort of soft, comforting loudness, “you’ll be okay. Just take my hand.” He reached his large hand under the table and without a second thought, you placed your small delicate hand in his. As he closed his fingers around your hand, you realised your hand was entirely engulfed by his. He pulled you out of your hiding spot quickly.

He pulled you out from under the table and immediately lifted you, so you were over his shoulder; it happened in one smooth movement, and he had lifted you as if you were lighter than air. If you weren’t so scared, you probably would have found the action incredibly arousing.

He was whispering soft, comforting things to you as he rushed you away from the incident. He sped past people, dodging clumsily as you remained limp over his shoulder. His armour was digging into his side.

As you turned down an alley towards the edges of the safe zone, he gently placed you one the ground. He placed his hands on your shoulders and asked if you were okay. You gave him a soft nod, wiping the left-over tears from your eyes.

"Thanks for the lift," you joked lightly as you continued wiping at your eyes. His responsive laughter echoed through the alley. "Anytime," he retorted. His gaze drifted over your form and you panicked that you must look like a mess.

"I normally don't look quite so dishevelled," you mumbled, pulling your top down. His eyes snapped up.

"You look -" A third explosion went off as he began to speak. He loudly groaned and complained, "awww, I'm missing all the action." You took one of his hands in yours and you couldn't help but giggle. . His head, which had looked towards the explosion, suddenly whipped around to look at your hand on his. You softly whispered, “go, I’ll be okay.”

"You sure?"

"Yes, you should go. Save the city. I like a good hero." He smiled and blushed. After giving your hand a gentle squeeze and made his way out of the alley. You watched him, with a flutter in your stomach, until he was no longer visible.

Suddenly, you realised you didn’t even know his name. Know which squadron he belonged to. You knew nothing of this gentle giant that had helped you. When the fourth explosion happened, you realised you were still far too close to the carnage and dashed off towards the safety of your home.

I hope the big guy is okay, you thought as you unlocked your door with a trembling hand.

---------------------------------

Jido came to check on you a couple of hours after the commotion. He had stayed behind to help find people and assist with the triage. He also filled you in on the exploits of Clone Force 99.

Well, you thought, at least I know which squad he belongs to now.

"The big guy Wrecker, smashed the heads of two drones together. It was pretty funny." You giggled at the mental image of Wrecker doing that. You imagined the force he used would hHe looked at your face with a frown, "that bruise looks pretty nasty."

And now we know his name, you thought, Jido's extroverted nature has its uses.

"It's fine," you assured, wanting the topic of your injuries to be dropped. As Jido went to respond, you were saved by the sound of the door chime.

You looked back at Jido with a confused frown crossing over your features. He was the only one who ever called by your home and well, he was already here. Then you noticed it, the guilty, sheepish grin on Jido's face.

"Okay so Wrecker may have asked about you," he raised both his hands in defense, palms flat towards you, "and it may have ended in me giving him your address. He said he had something to give you and well," he stood, slinking behind the sofa as you threw a pillow at him, "you know I love to help love blossom."

The door chimed for a second time. You have Jido a look of don't you bloody dare.

But he did dare. He quickly flounced across your apartment and opened the door. "Hello again," he announced as he opened the door.

You noticed Wrecker stood high, taller than the door frame. He bent slightly and looked in to see you sat on the sofa. He offered a toothy smile when you gave him a gentle wave.

You were definitely going to either murder or marry Jido.

Jido's head was flickering between the toothy grin on Wrecker's face and the sweet smile and rosey cheeks you were portraying. When nobody said anything for several moments, Jido clasped his hands together with a slap, and announced he'd better be going.

"In you come, Wrecker." Jido held up his hand toward the apartment and Wrecker sheepishly did as he was told. When he stood tall in your hallway, you felt your face heat and you were sure you were as crimson as the dress you wore. He looked incredibly hot in his armour. "Well, I'm going to go do something... that's not here, have a good night you two."

And with that, he left.

"Uh, hi." Wrecker scratched at the back of his neck as he spoke.

"Hello again." You offered with a welcoming smile. You stood and looked him over properly. He was still covered in his armour but his helmet was absent. He looked incredibly handsome in his armour. Then you noticed something dangling from his hand. It looked familiar but you weren't close enough to him to know for certain what it was. So, as you walked around the sofa, you asked, "what's that in your hand."

He stuttered a bit as your approached but he held out his hand and opened it for you to see, "I, uh, I found this by your stall. I thought it might be yours. You looked at the beskar necklace with a ruby bail. It was the one you'd be fiddling with when the explosion happened.

"Oh my god," you blurted as you gently pulled the necklace from his hand. He watched you as you examined the necklace for damage, yet it was in perfect condition. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you looked up at him with a toothy grin. "I can't believe it. It's perfect. How did you -"

"It was lying on the floor when some droids were over there. I, uh, thought you'd want it." You couldn't help the next thing you did. You reached up on your tip of your toes and threw your arms around his neck. His armour was solid against you and you realised you wished you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. You also realised he wasn't hugging you back.

Wrecker was surprised, shocked and thrilled all at once. He hadn't expected this kind of response. Then he realised, he wasn't hugging you back. He quickly threw his arms around you and gave your body a gentle squeeze.

You mumbled a gentle thank you into his neck as you nestled your face into his exposed neck.

As you released him from your embrace, you noticed the pink twinge to his face. "It's nothing," his voice rumbled and you could tell he was nervous. As you bounced on your heels slightly, you thought of a solution to your problem.

"Do you want a drink?" You asked as you drifted towards your kitchen. He remained stationary at the door, simply watching you move. As he watched you flow around, in your long crimson dress, he realised you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't believe you'd hugged him. You had hugged him. As you stood at the counter looking at him, watching him stare at you with a gentle smile on his face.

"Oh," he mumbled, "I - uh - yes, please."

And so, you set to work, grabbing glasses from the cabinet.

"The options are rather limited, I'm afraid," you said, "I have some pretty strong Mudhorn eggnog left over from a party Jido threw. Would that be okay?" He simply nodded but remained completely stationary near the doorway. "You can come in you know," you laughed mirthly, "please, take off your armour, make yourself comfortable. That sofa is pretty cosy." His cheeks became redder but he complied with your suggestion.

He moved over to the sofa cautiously and began removing his armour piece by piece. When he was dressed down into his back, he sat on your sofa and leaned back into it with a content sigh. You had been right. This sofa was very cosy.

You approached him with the drink and as you handed him the drink and sat with your legs crossed on the sofa facing him with a soft smile. You took a sip of your drink. "You were a hero today."

"It was nothing, we do it all the time."

"Even so, you saved my life. You saved my work," you looked at the necklace which was still in your hand.

"Well, I thought it was pretty. I didn't want to leave it there." He looked into your eyes and you felt the dusting of pink hitting your cheeks.

God, he is so handsome, you thought.

"Besides," he said, "I love to blow things up." He threw out a booming laugh that filled the entire room and you simply giggled along with him.

"Well," you replied, "that's an interesting hobby, at least. Much more interesting than my jewellery." You took another long sip of your drink.

"Are ya kidding?" His voice was louder now, the drink giving him the confidence he'd been missing. "I could never do what you do. It's amazing." You blushed deeper at his words. Your cheeks were so hot that you were convinced they were matching the colour of your dress. As he finished off his drink, he threw his arm along the back of the sofa so that it was close to you.

Suddenly, but softly, his index finger brushed against the bare skin of your arm. It tickled. It gave you goosebumps. It was wonderful and your jaw slacked as a result. "Yer so pretty."

"I'm a mess," you blurted out and he frowned. You fumbled over the fabric of your dress as you spoke. Concerned about how awful you must have looked.

"No," he retorted, voice soft, "yer perfect. Yer so pretty that when I saw you in this dress, the air left my lungs. I couldn't breathe because you were so pretty."

Pretty, pretty, pretty. That was the only word floating around his mind.

"Thank you," you whispered tenderly. Feeling confident, you looked into his brown eye and his damaged eye and said, "you're pretty handsome too." He grinned at that.

His hand reached up and brushed over the growing bruise on your cheek. He frowned as he realised how terrified you must have been. How hurt you had been by the blasts.

"Like I said," you said as you leant into touch, "I'm a mess."

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After several more drinks, you found yourself sitting extremely close to him and his arm was around you, still gently playing with the skin on your arm. There was a comfortable silence in the room.

You took a chance and rested your head on his shoulder and you were surprised when he rested his head on top of yours. "Tell me a story," you whispered. He began telling you about the time they rested Echo from Skako. He was worried that this wasn't the kind of story you wanted to hear but when you didn't stop him, he simply continued on with the narrative.

Your eyes fluttered close as a result of the soft rumbling of his chest against your side and the deep baritone of his voice.

You eventually fell asleep as you remained snuggled into him.

When he realised you were fully asleep, he stopped with the story and smiled. He placed a gentle kiss to your scalp and began to slowly untangle himself from you.

He lifted you up.

But not like the last time he had carelessly slung you over your shoulder. This time, he slid his hand under your knees and around your back and lifted you carefully. You woke just enough to place your hands around your neck as he carried you to the bedroom. He had spotted the bed earlier and his cheeks had blushed at the thoughts that entered his mind.

He hadn't anticipated that he would be carrying your sleeping form to the bed. His thoughts certainly hadn't been of that but he was still happy to do it.

When he placed you down, he smiled down at you as your head snuggled into the pillow. It was time to leave.

But you grabbed his hand as he turned to go and you whispered a soft, "stay."

He couldn't resist. So he made his way around your bed and sat down. The bed groaned from the sheer weight of this magnificent man. His hand rubbed over his face and he turned to look at you, concerned you wouldn't remember asking him to stay.

He made his way, as quietly as he could, across the bed and lay on his back next to you, close enough that his side could feel the warmth of your body.

You instantaneously turned to cuddle into him. Your hand slid slowly across his stomach and he lifted his to hold onto yours with a content smile. Your head was rested on your shoulder and you sighed gently.

Whilst he thought you were still asleep, he whispered, "thank you for asking me to stay."

"You are too sweet," you mumbled back, "I couldn't just let you walk away."

And with that, he simply sighed happily and closed his eyes, drifting off slowly.

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You were sitting there, fiddling with the clasp of your necklace. The beskar chain with the ruby bail. The sun was high in the sky, speckled light fell over the market. Jido was chatting with Aristac at her stall. You smiled. And then it happened, the explosion. You fell to the floor, your head was pounding and your body was in an agonising pain.

When your mind finally drifted to the second explosion, you woke with a loud yell. Your body was drenched in sweat, your breathing was erratic, your chest was heaving.

Wrecker was already awake, sat upright and was staring at you with deep concern. You felt a squeeze on your hands and you looked down to see his large hands covering yours.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently and you shook your head.

"I was there again," you mumbled, chest still heaving, "I - I can't breathe." As you slung your legs over the bed so you could sit and place your head close to your knees, you tried your best to slow your breathing.

Wrecker was in front of you in an instant. He placed his hands on your knees.

"Yer okay." He whispered as he rubbed your thigh gently, the fabric of your dress had been pushed up so his hands were heating your warm thighs. "It's okay, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Just breathe."

You couldn't control it. You couldn't control your breath. You couldn't stop the tears. You were lost in the sounds of explosions.

"Hey," he said calmly, "look at me." You raised your eyes and focused on the deep brown hue of his good eye. "It's over now. Yer okay. Yer wonderful, sweet and kind." He rubbed softly at your legs again.

As you focused on the features of his face, you found yourself calming slowly. He continued whispering sweet words of comfort to you and you tried your to calm your breath. Your saviour from the explosion was right here in front of you. You were okay.

You were okay.

Eventually, you lay yourself back down and stared at the ceiling. You felt the bed beside you dip down and then an arm was wrapped around your waist. When you noticed his staring, you asked him what he was staring at.

"When I look at you, I see a bigger and brighter world." He whispered gently. When you giggled, you simply looked at you confused.

"That was so cliché." You giggled again and his laughter echoed around your bedroom.

"Yeah," he groaned, "it really was." You couldn't help yourself in that moment. You leaned up and kissed the frown that had formed on his lips. He jolted from his thoughts and simply pressed his lips back on yours. The feeling of contentment fell over you both. His hand reached into your hair and his fingers gently slid through it as he pressed his lips to yours with a bit more pressure. He thought about the things he wanted to do with you, for you.

As you pulled away, you looked at the dopey, happy smile on his face and you reached up to cup his face, "such a handsome face." His smiled grew even wider.

#wrecker x reader #wrecker bb #wrecker bad batch #reader insert #the bad batch #hunter bb #hunter x reader #tech bb

[olivermorningstar]

Hello I am vack at it Now that I know Oliver joined the ikevamp crew too I want to knlw which vampires dis he get along the best with ? Who get along the least ? And why ? I am eager to see more of him 😻I eish you a wonderful day 🤗

So fun fact - Oliver was an IkeVamp self insert before anything else! Vampire was my first game.

Art trom 2022. Now, as for who he does and doesn't get along with...

Gets along best with -

Theodorus - works under him, they have a rather friendly, teasing relationship. Oliver is learning a lot about the art work on the dealer side through him

Isaac - they share a science background, in fact, a lot of Oliver's old work was impossible without Isaac's work in mathematics

Faust - Curious about him, fascinated by medical and pharmaceutical science, slowly working down his walls

Sebastian - Mutual nerds, Oliver also likes being a helping hand, most willing to call Oliver out on his shit when he acts up.

On good terms with:

Vincent - While Oliver is not as close with Vincent as he is Theo, you can't have one without the other, Oliver thinks Vincent is sweet and enjoys his company, but they don't spend a lot of time together

Arthur - They have some fake animosity going on. In all honesty, they do get along well enough, they just like trying to rile the other one up. It's also Oliver keeping Arthur busy for Isaac's sake

Charles - Well, when he's not being a cosmic flirt, it's easy to like a sweet guy like him. The flirting humors him go a degree, but he does have his limits.

Napoleon - Oliver used to sword fight as part of a historical society, now he's trying to get Napoleon to teach him more so he can fight with him and Jean. One day... Beyond that, Napoleon does a good job of keeping Oliver level.

Comte - You want to at least be friendly with the man who is letting you stay in the mansion for free.

Neutral/One sided kind of relationships:

Mozart - Oliver likes Mozart and wants to be closer with him, the feeling is not mutual

Jean - Honestly, they don't interact much. Oliver does come off as a loud and brash personality, which is not Jean's scene at all

Leonardo - They're on friendly terms, but they rarely spend much time together. They could be friends if they did, but alas.

Dazai - Oliver feels as though he cannot get through to Dazai, which is true. This makes him feel uncertain about the author

Dislike:

Shakespeare - The way he toys with lives makes Oliver uneasy. There is a deliberate sense of harm to what he does all for the sake of pursuing the perfect story. While it could be said Faust also is toying with others, Haydes has seen the care he gives to those in need. He hasn't seen such a side to Shakespeare yet.

Vlad - This one is... tough, really. Oliver feels like Vlad has a big heart, that he means well, but his dream is not one Oliver can stand for, and it's hard to shake Vlad from it. He cannot see why Charles and Faust stay with him beyond the fact that Vlad turned them. Perhaps in different circumstances, they could have been close.

#IkeVamp OC #IkeVamp Oliver #IkeVamp

[angelicizedeve]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

featuring: itto x gn!reader

synopsis: you start working at a new flower shop and love it more than you should

✎ eve’s notes: so...i've never really done a fanfic that's in this style, as in, it's like a story. i usually do bullet points and drabbles but not this time! so hopefully it's decent lmao. btw i probably have some grammatical errors-

you peered at yourself in the slightly dirty glass of the flower shop one last time, making sure that you looked good. the flower shop was quite popular, and was owned by a friendly young man. he was really kind during the interview when you applied, so you weren't too nervous. you smoothed your skirt down, and with a deep breath, you pushed open the door to the shop.

you’d been there many times, but still, it never failed to amaze you in how magical it looked. stained-glass windows lined the walls, casting rainbows on the many plants on shelves everywhere. butterfly cutouts hung from the ceiling, along with flowering vines. it was like a fairy oasis. “hey, you must be [name]!” you heard a cheerful and loud voice exclaim. your eyes were met with a tall, muscular man with long, fluffy grey-white hair tied back. he wore a colourful apron with a bunch of pins and a name tag that read, “itto!” with a smiley face. you smiled. 

“yup! that’s me.”

“great! so, come with me and i’ll get you set up.”

you followed your superior, and he handed you an identical apron and explained what you had to do. your main job was cashier, but you’d also have to water some of the plants and put some sprouts into planters. easy enough!

throughout the day, itto and you worked amazingly well together. you two had fun conversations as you did your work, and itto introduced you to each customer. he knew all of them on a first name basis and what their favourite flowers were. you were amazed at how it seemed as if he was close friends with every single one of them. it was something you’d try to work on throughout your time working at the shop.

itto glanced up from a pile of paperwork he was filling out, seeing you walking out of the store. you’d completed your first shift there, and probably had had the most fun possible on a job.

“oh, [name]! wait up!”

itto walked around the counter and handed you a white rose. “here,” he said with a big smile.

“aw, thanks!” you said, admiring the flower. 

“haha, no problem. and, uh, thanks for...actually showing up today.” itto rubbed the back of his neck. “you have no idea how many people i hire that don’t even bother to come to their shifts. it’s hard, managing a whole store on your own, ya know?”

you gave a soft, sympathetic smile. “yeah, must be hard. but i’m always here if you need me to help you with stuff.” and with that, you headed home. 

after your amazing first shift, you eagerly accepted every other one that itto asked you to work. unlike it is for most people, work was the highlight of your day. you were surrounded by sweet customers, fragrant flowers, and the best co-worker. speaking of your coworker, itto never failed to give you a flower at the end of your shift. sometimes if you had an extra busy week, he’d throw in some snacks. you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, and always made sure to thank him &lt;3. 

eventually, your birthday rolled around. you expected a simple “happy birthday”, but itto surprised you by inviting you to dinner with him! how sweet, right? it was just such a kind gesture.

a very..kind..gesture.

it-

no it couldn’t be..

was itto asking you out on a date?

the thought put butterflies in your stomach and made your face grow warm. you knew that you probably were just going crazy, but still. you put on a fancy outfit, did your hair nice, and then hurried over to the restaurant. you were completely surprised to find itto standing outside, well dressed and a beautiful flower bouquet in hand.

“oh! [name]! i was thinking you wouldn’t show up!” he said with a nervous laugh. “these are for you.” itto handed you a gorgeous bunch of white roses, just like the one he gave you on your first day.

“oh! thank you so much!”

itto smiled, and opened the door to the restaurant for you. “shall we?”

the dinner went better than you imagined! you had a blast talking and laughing with your coworker. when you arrived home, which was quite late at night, you took the flowers out of the wrapping to put into a vase of water.

hm, that’s strange. there’s a note…

“so i did some research, and apparently roses represent love, so i got a bouquet of them since that’s what i feel about you.

-itto <;3”

you blinked at the words messily written on the small piece of paper, reading them over and over again. it was a dream come true. 

#writing.by.eve.ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚ #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x female reader #arataki itto x male reader #arataki itto x gender neutral reader #itto x female reader #itto x male reader #itto x gn reader #itto fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x gn reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male reader #modern au #fluff

[aike-pandas]

Hi, I’m guessing requests are open? If so, can you write about c!Techno slowly becoming best friends with the Reader (considering he invited her to the Syndicate without knowing much about her, just that she was “wise and strong” and stuff, so they weren’t close at all beforehand)? [Platonic :D] [also sorry if its too specific haha]

Sweet! Of course I'll do it <3 also don't worry sweetheart it isn't too specific ^^

Slowly melting like gold

[Technoblade x GN!Reader] → Platonic.

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Although he was indeed the reason you met and joined The Syndicate, he didn't know pretty much anything about you. He did saw that you were closer to Phil and Ranboo though, so he got interested on you. Plus, he saw you carrying Tommy and Tubbo once —you were trying to stop them of making chaos— so he had to try and test your force too.

That's what he told Phil at least, but in pure honesty, he had no clue why did he wanted to meet you more.

But Phil encouraged him to friend you, so... Let's see intent number one:

He walked down to your location; The Greater DreamSMP. You were looking from far away at Ponk and Foolish talking, something seemed apparently wrong, and didn't notice the "tall" (has to use platforms to reach 6ft tall) reaching out to you.

“Y/n.”, he called you out, making you slightly jump in your place. “Oh! Hi Techno”, you smiled at him, getting up from the stone walls you were sitting on. “What brings you here, "Mr.Blade"?” you asked with a grin on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he heard the nickname you called him for. “Nothing extraordinary, just wanted to pass by.” he shrugged it off. You titled your head, humming with curiosity. “Only that?” you asked, not believing that the pig man would have gone out from his comfort zone to be in a place full of drama. “I mean, yes, why else would I be here?”. He regretted his words as soon as they came out of his tongue. He could see your bad-hided pain from his words. “I see, well, I gotta go Techno, nice to talk to you.” Techno wanted to hit himself in that moment, but he panicked.

Well, that one didn't work. He refused to get out of his house until he had a good plan to friend you. Phil watched him, shaking his head in disbelief. If only Techno knew it was easy for him to friend you.

But oh well, let's not throw his work down. Time for intent number two!

He was decided this time, you had accepted meeting him in the Syndicate room.

He couldn't lie, he was nervous even though he didn't show it. He was terrible with words (even of he had an English mayor), but he had make some friends still, why was so hard to have you as a friend?

He saw the door open itself, letting show your figure trough it. You smiled at the pig man in front of you. “Hello there, Techno”, you greeted him, sitting on your chair. “Hello.” he greeted back, mimicking your action.

Silence fell awkwardly between you two for a couple seconds, until you decided to break the tension. “So, Techno, why did you decide to meet me here?” you played with the little flower on the table, waiting for the anarchist's answer.

Techno, however, didn't really expect the question. And now he was more nervous to be there with you. Why was it so frustratingly hard? He did try, but now he wasn't sure.

“I... Um...” he sighed as the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. “Tech? You're alright?” you questioned him, truly worried about his strange behaviour.

“'m fine...” he mumbled under his breath, not really trying for you to hear. “It's just... Harder than what I thought.”, “What exactly?”.

You saw his black pig eyes dodge your view. He couldn't really look directly at you in that moment. “...Just wanted to friend you...” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, “so that's what everything was about?” you chuckled at his expression, you really didn't expect for the blood god to be this sweet.

“Awe, Techno” you cooed happily. “I thought you would write a letter for his those of things since you are not good with words when you have to talk face to face.”

He turned slightly red in embarrassment. “Shut.” which only made you chuckle. “I do want to be friends with you btw”, your words only made him look at you with shiny eyes.

Guess third time didn't have to be the charm this time.

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× Hope you liked it! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it follows the rules!

#dreamsmp #technoblade x reader #dsmp techno #technoblade

[tonytonwy]

people pleaser

futakuchi kenji x f!reader

w.c 2900-ish

summary: where futakuchi kenji isn't as mean or disrespectful as other people have told you

Shit.

You softly bite your lip as you realize Mai is in a different class. She gives a reassuring pat on your shoulder as you try to find anyone you spoken to before; however, your eyes get stuck on one name.

Futakuchi Kenji.

You had heard of Futakuchi before, mainly by Mai's ramblings, but he was… known, not necessarily good things but he had a bit of a reputation. He had issues with talking back to upperclassmen and fighting for marks with teachers. You had spoken to him once or twice but can't even remember what it was about.

“There’s a reason you’re all seated this way,” You try to hide in your beige sweater, the green blazer on your skirt. You try to ease your breathing as you feel Futakuchi eye you down, probably wondering why you're completely avoiding his gaze.

Fuck.

Your teacher, a young man with dark curly hair leans on his desk, “if you notice, you're probably seated with people you never thought you’d talk to.” You subtly nod, a window on one side and Futakuchi on the other wasn’t exactly the way you planned the year to go.

“I want you to speak to people with a different opinion to you, if you’re quiet, be loud. If you’re a bit of a dick, maybe be nice.” He looks at Futakuchi, who simply stares at him back, giving a tight smile. You nervously bounce your leg on the floor, side-eyeing Futakuchi. He was currently doodling on his notebook, ignoring everything the teacher was saying. His long legs are spread out, your eyes are slowly draw to his hands. They're long but in a soft and almost dainty way. You can't help but look at your own; rough and your nails are uneven, nothing like his. Despite his broad shoulders, his wrists are skinny and you can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like. You have to admit, he's quite attractive. You don't remember him being this easy on the eyes last year.

You look away before you can be caught.

“Ah, also, I may have sat the two best math students together on purpose.” You notice how Futakuchi’s head lifts, actually listening now. You mentally sweat, hoping that there was a student that got better grades than you. However, the teacher’s quick and teasing glance at you make your mouth slightly open in shock. “I think friendly competitions are good. That’s right, Futakuchi,” the teacher points at him suddenly, “you’re no longer the best student. You have a rival in this class.”

“I’m sure they won’t be hard to beat.” Your teacher gives a laugh. He appears to know Futakuchi and his personality already. You can't say the same but in a, incredibly, weird way, you want to.

<3

“Thank you, y/n, you’re the best! This is the last time, promise.” You give a small smile as your classmate gives you a side hug and she runs off, your pristine notebook in her hand. You stretch and let out a big sigh; she had said the same thing last week.

“God, you’re such a people pleaser,” Futakuchi says rudely, his eyes glaring at your classmate who is quickly copying your work before the teacher arrives. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, an annoying habit of his, and shoves his hands into his blazer’s pockets. His notebook open with the answers to the homework and a slick black pen. “She’s too dumb to do basic algebra.”

“That’s a bit mean,” you slightly shuffle so you can look at him properly, “she might have personal issues going on.” The sarcasm in deep in your voice as he snorts, shaking his head. Futakuchi caught on pretty early that you were the other top student as everyone asked you for help. By pretty early, the third day of school, and since then, everyday, without fail, he would ask how much you studied and what's your 'loser face' like (you refuse to show him, obviously). And now with the results of first test arriving, you feel Futakuchi’s excitement as your stomach is full of nerves.

“Yeah, clearly personal issues going on,” as he says that the girl laughs loudly with her friends, forgetting about your notebook fast. You couldn’t wait for class to end. You feel a sudden whack on the back of your head and turn your head as Futakuchi has a bored expression, as if he didn’t just hit you. You smile in shock and as you open your mouth to talk, his blabbermouth beats you to it.

“I bet you’re the type of person to be in a rush and somehow,” he adds suspense for some reason, “you’d still help a person who's dropped their groceries. Or let someone convince you to join their cult or whatever.” You can only stare at him in silence for a few seconds before actually laughing, and you can see a glint of pride in Futakuchi’s eyes.

“Well, that definitely hasn’t happened before.” You say, eyes rolling. Futakuchi can only shake his head. Despite your initial fears, talking to Futakuchi in class became normal. Sure, he would tease you constantly and distract you , but it was weirdly easy to tease him back and, to just talk.

“You know what? You should tell people," he shifts his chair so he's closer and you lean in, he's practically whispering the last bit, "to..."

"to...?" You whisper, confused.

"to fuck off." He says fast and simple and you give a small laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. "And stop being a people-pleaser, it's gross."

Before you can respond back, your teacher hops in, a stack of paper in one hand and a red pen in the other.

You feel an annoying but all too similar soft kick to the bottom of your chair. You don’t even bother giving him a glance, you already know what his question is going to be.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi says, ignoring the teacher’s glare and your head remains down, finishing the last section of the questions you got wrong. “Are you ignoring me?”

“Did you not tell me to stop being a people pleaser?” Your voice is harsh but you turn and give a cheeky smile. His mouth is wide open, a smile starting to form and his eyes are full of disbelief. Pride swells in your chest and you wish you had a camera to take a picture of Futakuchi's face.

“Wow, using my advice against me?” He scrunches up a small piece of paper and flicks it to your face, hitting your nose. “That’s messed up.”

“Futakuchi, please stop bothering your neighbour.” You quickly put your head down and feel your cheeks heat up as people stare and Futakuchi sulks in his seat. His tongue clicks again, slightly quieter this time. “You can bother her when you get a higher grade than her.” Your eyes widen and whip your head to see how Futakuchi’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance at the teacher’s teasing.

The class continues in silent before you see another piece of paper arrive at your desk. You look at Futakuchi, unimpressed with his attempted to communicate. He shrugs before showing you his paper, a clear red 88 on the corner.

You hesitantly look at the paper, firstly, afraid of this paper being a death threat and secondly, being caught by the teacher.

How tf did you get a higher grade than me? You purse your lips, a smile threatening to come out. You quickly write a response and give a deep breathe before throwing to him, if he killed you, at least you would die a winner.

By doing your mum.

You cover your mouth as you hear Futakuchi loudly laugh, the teacher once again turning. He covers his mouth, clearly not expecting for you to write such a thing.

“Care to share Futakuchi?” The teacher’s tone slightly more serious now.

“Nah, I’m good.” he says quickly, and writes on the other side of the paper you threw. You try to work but your eyes go to him, wondering what Futakuchi could possibly be writing. You quickly get the other paper, scrunched and your hands feel electric as you open the paper.

You're definitely not a people pleaser anymore, quite the opposite actually.

It's not long before he bothers you again.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi pokes your shoulder, and you pull your tongue out, not bothered to answer. “Real mature, c’mon,” He leans in, but you swat your paper against his face.

“Don’t be snoopy,” he looks unimpressed and scoffs before folding his arms. “Futakuchi, you’re such a baby.” You give a small laugh as he pulls the middle finger.

“l/n and Futakuchi, last warning,” your back straightens significantly as your teacher gives a small nod and you can hear Futakuchi choke a laugh over your nerdiness.

“Teacher’s pet,” he says, glancing at you once the teacher faces the board again.

“At least I got a higher score than you,” you give a small smile while continuing to write down the teachers notes, and you feel Futakuchi’s glare on you.

The class passes by fast, as classmates come and ask for your help in explaining certain equations. However, you still feel those pair of eyes on you.

<3

As you walk out to the lockers you see Futakuchi, leaning on the wall on his phone. Despite being able to talk to him in class, being fully alone with him was a completely different situation.

“Waiting for Aone?” he turns and before he can glare, he gives a small smile. You go on your knees and put your school shoes into your locker as he fully turns and squats with you.

“Yep,” his face is serious and stoic, “so what did you actually get?” your face drops and you try to not smile over his persistent attitude.

“I wasn’t aware that you still cared,” you see his cheeks go slightly pink for once, “fine, I got a 92.”

“Bullshit,” he says but you open your bag and elegantly pass your paper, a clear bright red 92 in the corner. Futakuchi clicks his tongue, once again. “It’s because the teacher loves you.”

“Don’t belittle my efforts,” you put your leather shoes on as he slightly nudges you so you slightly trip, you give a quick glare that makes him laugh. “It’s not my fault you fight every teacher on every test.”

“I know my worth,” you snort over his arrogance as he stares at your calculations, his eyebrows furrowed, “also you deserve a mark here.”

“What?” You feel your heart drop and immediately lean to your test and see your working out, shoulders touching with Futakuchi. You ignore his breathe hitch, you ignore how warm he is, and you definitely ignore his cologne. “No, I don’t. I forgot to round it.”

“He said that correct units were the additional mark, not rounding, so he forgot to add a mark for that.” He folds the paper and hits your forehead, “you deserve a 94 instead of a 92, at least.”

“It’s just two percent,” you say shyly, grabbing the paper while standing up, “I doubt that’ll change my overall grade.” You didn’t want to fight the teacher, he treated you nicely every time you needed help with a question.

“You worked hard for this test,” he stands up as well, his long legs contrasting yours. His eyes staring at you for way too long, he gives a small sigh before rubbing his neck. “You deserve the grade you studied for.”

Oh.

Oh.

You don’t know why it tugs your heart, the acknowledgment of your hard work and for Futakuchi, of all people, to see it. It does something to your stomach and you feel your cheeks heat up, your feet feel stuck to the floor and your hands are suddenly clammy.

“I’ll ask him about it tomorrow,” you push the paper back in your bag, your stomach heavy with nerves. You suddenly feel insecure, did you even bother fixing your hair? Is your skirt too long? Face too blemished? You feel your sweater cling to you, in a unflattering way.

You avoid his eyes and walk past, not sure what to do with this flush of emotions. “See you tommorrow.”

"Wait," you quickly turn and Futakuchi awkwardly walks up to you, face slightly pink, "I'll walk you to the gate."

"Why?" He avoids your eyes and instead looks to the side.

"Loser's etiquette," he gives a dorky smile and you can't help but laugh.

"Sure, it's dangerous times to be walking alone to a school gate." He snorts and lightly pushes you.

"Shut up," despite his tone, he's smiling. You push him back and you both are in the strange game of pushing each other until the end of the gate. You take a deep breathe and look at Futakuchi, who's looking around to see if there's any other students.

“Thank you, I would’ve never noticed that mistake. I will actually talk to the teacher about it.” You have a serious face before Futakuchi laughs, eyes crinkling and you have to laugh with him over your dramatic style.

“No worries, it has to be a fair competition after all,” you shake your head giving a small smile. You lightly punch Futakuchi, who acts as though you have the strength of a body builder.

“Your mercifulness is going to be the end of you.” You start to walk off, your heart feeling a bit lighter.

“This is my first and last time helping you, y/n.” You give a small wave before giving him the finger.

“Good to know, because I won’t need it again!” You shout, not taking a second to glance at him despite the temptation to do so. Futakuchi laughs before disappearing back into the school.

<3

“Thank you for telling me l/n! Jeez I can’t believe I missed that.” Your math teacher gives a thumbs up, a big smile on his face. He couldn't be more than 25.

“Uhm, Futakuchi told me, actually,” You shyly give credit to him, and you see your teacher's surprised face appear, his mouth wide open.

“Futakuchi helped you? Even though he’s second?” You nod, your face heating up the more you think about it, last night you had been asking yourself the same questions. Your teacher gives a chuckle, “I have never heard of him helping anyone besides himself and Aone.”

“Yeah… He said he wanted a fair competition.” Your teacher let out a loud laugh.

“God, he’s a softie. What a stupid excuse,” he adds a red circle to your new mark. “I’m glad you’re seating next to him,” He gives a smile, “you're too nice to everyone.” Your eyebrows slightly frown as you recall Futakuchi said something similar.

“Mister Moniwa, do you know Futakuchi?” You ask, seemingly out of nowhere and your teacher tilts his head, pondering how he should answer.

“Our mums are friends,” you let a small ‘oh’, “plus, my little brother is Futakuchi’s captain.” You nod, still feeling curious about Futakuchi.

“Do you like Futakuchi always coming up to you to fight about his grade?”

“Well, I’ve known him since I was young,” he says, smiling, “funnily enough, I was his tutor when he was in middle school. So, I don't really mind. I know he's competitive.”

"I could tell early on," you laugh as you think about all the other times Moniwa has made a lesson a competition so Futakuchi would actually participate.

“Is there a reason you’re so curious about Futakuchi?” You feel your face heat up as he peers into your face.

“Uh, no,” you fiddle with your fingers, “he just seems, so confident.” Your comment surprises Moniwa, who’s eyes widen before giving a soft smile.

“That's one way to see him."

As you walk away you finally look at your paper you see a ‘96’ scribbled and a small comment.

Clearly Futakuchi ‘missed’ the other mark you got on the last page! Tell him off for me.

You shake your head; he definitely saw that mark. You practically speed walk to the class, excited to see your 'rival'.

“You asshole,” you slam your paper on his desk, “you saw the other mark, didn’t you?” Futakuchi eyes widen before giving a smug face.

“Why, I have no clue what you mean, dear y/n.”

"Oh my god,” you laugh before sitting down in your chair, giving him a shocked look. “Here I thought you were genuinely trying to help me achieve my maximum potential.” He laugh before sitting up straight, stretching his body.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “I can’t give you all the answers, now can I?”

“Yes, you can.” You say, lightly hitting your shoe against his.

“I can’t believe you got 96,” his tongue clicks, “impressive.”

“Why thank you, but it’s…” You try to maintain eye-contact, despite your face becoming a hot mess, “it’s, uhm, thanks to you, Futakuchi.” You rub your neck awkwardly as you wait for him to say anything at this point. His eyes widen as you say his name, and you quickly realize you've never called him by his name.

“Uhm, it’s okay, you already got a higher score than me so why not give you a bit of a boost up.” He coughs, clearing his throat up, ears slightly red. “You clearly needed it… Plus, probability is my bitch, so I’ll ace the next test.”

You slowly glare at him, a million thoughts going through your head.

“I’ll bet… That I’ll ace it harder than you,” you leave your hand out for a handshake, “probability is everyone’s bitch.”

His classic smug smile comes out, his hand drumming on his desk, actually thinking about the logistics of this bet. However, his hand slides into yours, giving a small squeeze.

“Deal.”

note: hope u enjoyed it, first time writing futakuchi ahh, can u tell the parts i rlly enjoyed writing??

#haikyuu!! #futakuchi kenji #x reader #fluff #he's such a menace but he's my menace #we need more content of this horrible man #i have an idea for aone but we shall see #also if u saw the beta post of this fic... no u didn't #if u see any errors pls tell me #i'm terrible at english #date tech #aye maybe prequel in futakuchi's pov #bc obviously we have to kdrama it and he obviously knew you from before #2am writing?? more likely than you think

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Bed time story

-- I saw the scene in Bad Times at The El Royale and thought it was just so freaking sweet so it inspired me to write but then I just kept going and going so this is a little longer than usual, sorry

Tw. Parental illness, grandparental (?) illness, brief mention of a shitty sister, alcoholism and stuff

Taglist: @mavswife , @unsurebuttrying, @dempy , @peaches-1999 --

 

 

The carrier had stopped for the night.  

One of the higher ups had been feeling bad all day, apparently, and it had gotten bad enough that they had stopped the carrier in some port in Budapest. It was a pain, as it would delay their arrival and hopping on a flight back home was both forbidden, and a waste of money. Besides, chances were that the man was fine and they would be on their way home by morning anyway.  

But being stopped in Budapest did have an advantage. Reception. His phone had miraculously picked up two to three bars of service on the ship. He wasn’t the only one thrilled with this discovery, as the entire ship had pretty much spent the day calling loved ones.  

It was 4.45 am in the port and while the sailors were going down to breakfast, in San Diego a little boy was almost ready for bed. His mother had dimmed the lights, closed the curtains and given him a hot chocolate. Her phone lay next to him, so he could hear Daddy loud and clear when he would call. It was almost time. 

He would have looked just like Jake if he hadn’t inherited your curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but he certainly behaved nothing like him. Jake had been a terror as a boy, and George certainly hadn’t been an easy baby. Although that probably had more to do with him being a sickly child, in and out of hospital for most of his infancy, than any real wish to cause chaos. He had mellowed out into a well-behaved, gentle little boy who liked reading and would sometimes indulge his Daddy’s wish to play baseball.  

The phone rang.  

 

« Hey baby, how are you ? » Jake asked. He tried to keep his voice down, in order not to disturb any of the sailors he was having breakfast with.  

« What did you do today ? » He asked, waving at Rooster and the team on the other end of the cantina. He made his way towards them while his son explained that afternoon’s activities. Jake had already called that day but it had only been lunch and clearly George had been up to more adventures since his last phone call. He sat down next to Maverick and the urge to lower his voice some more arose in him.  

Jake was a deeply private person. Work and home life were to be separated at all times. He didn’t want the stress of work (and sometimes grief) to pollute the bubble of happiness he had at home. He might introduce the team to you and George at some point, but they weren’t friendly enough yet. Still, he had promised George a bedtime call, and he was going to give his boy a bedtime call, even if it had to be done during breakfast. 

« You’ll have to show me that picture you drew when I get home, yeah ? » He heard his son yawn. 

« Are you kneeling ? » He heard his son shuffle « Okay, ready ? Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; Angels watch me through the night, And wake me with the morning light. Amen. » He said with a gentle voice, barely above a whisper  

« Okay sweetheart, Daddy’s going to let you sleep now. I love you buddy, see you when I get back »  

George bid him goodnight and passed the phone back to you. He heard you kiss your son’s forehead and then the bedroom door close with a ‘tick’.  

« Hey baby » You said, you sounded tired. Jake felt a pang of guilt in his chest.  

« Long day ? » 

« Yeah, work was hard. The phones went out and I spent an hour on the line with tech support. Then the computer wouldn’t start, so that was another hour on the line. And then, y’know… »  

He knew. Your grandmother hadn’t been doing so well recently and you had gone to visit almost daily. That alone was bad enough, but your sister had been calling twice daily to rage about how you weren’t doing enough for the family since grandma had been brought to the hospital. It was weighing heavy on your heart and Jake hated that he wasn’t there to help, or even just to hold you.  

« I should be back by –«  Jake tried to find his phone, only to realise he was holding it. Bob helpfully mouthed ‘Tuesday’ at him 

« Round Tuesday. I should be able to pick Georgie up from school, if you want me to. I could take you both out for dinner ? »  

« I would love that. Honestly, I think I’ve completely run out of meal ideas, we have even started eating box mac and cheese »  

« Goodness gracious ! » He said in mock outrage, then softened his voice again « How about I cook next week, then ? » 

            « Sound good » 

            « How about you go to bed, baby. I’ll be home soon, I’ll call in the morning if I can. I love you and Georgie » 

            « See you soon » 

            Your end hung up first. Jake was grateful for it, he could have listened to you sleep if it meant it would alleviate the pain of missing home.  

             

 

Breakfast was abysmal. Two sausages and an omelet that barely filled half his plate served with a coffee so strong and bitter that only Hangman could drink it. It left everyone hungry and counting down the hours till lunch, where they would no doubt be disappointed all over again. 

Bob sighed. He’d never been a morning person. The navy had been hard to adjust to but waking up on a carrier was making everything so much worse, because now he had to fight the wave of nausea that came with the less than stellar sea legs the Good Lord had seen fit to give him.  

He struggled through the sausages, and like every morning, attempted a sip of the vile beverage before giving up and waiting for Hangman to take pity on him and offer to drink it instead. When Hangman did arrive, he was on the phone.  

Ah yes, the miracle of a couple bars of service had happened at around 3am and everyone had been on their phones constantly since. Bob figured he probably would be too if he had anyone to call. Hangman sat in his usual seat right in front of him but seemed very preoccupied with whomever he was talking to. 

« You’ll have to show me that picture you drew when I get home, yeah ? »  

A kid. Cute, he never would have thought Hangman to be the kind of guy to like kids, much less the kind of guy to ask said kid to show them what they drew.  

« Are you kneeling ? Okay, ready ? Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; Angels watch me through the night, And wake me with the morning light. Amen. Okay sweetheart, Daddy’s going to let you sleep now. I love you buddy, see you when I get back » 

Daddy ? 

Hangman had said it in such a sweet voice too, it almost reminded Bob of his own dad. He had lost his father when he was five to a heart attack and he’d never quite gotten over it. Nobody had, actually. After Dad passed, Mom’s health deteriorated and Mike, his brother, lost himself to alcoholism and within the next twelve years he had lost every other family member. All alone like that, the navy had seemed like the perfect place to start his adult life. He didn’t regret it, but he would have liked to take over his father’s bakery, that had been his dream as a kid.  

« I should be back by –«  Hangman hesitated, patting down his pockets in search of something. He mouthed the end of Jake’s sentence to him and the other man gave him a grateful nod.  

« Must be hard leaving them all the time » Bob hadn’t meant it as a reproach, but his voice had come out a little stronger than he had meant. He had never seen Jake so hurt before. Usually it was only a flash in his eyes but Hangman’s face had fallen and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but shock wouldn’t let him. Bob had never seen anyone look more like a kicked puppy in his life.  

« Man, I’m sorry, that’s not how I wanted that to come out. I just meant it as a statement, not a reproach… I just wanted conversation, I’m sorry » He tried to explain, Hangman stayed silent. The only indication that Bob could be forgiven being that Jake took his coffee and downed it.  

« I asked to be reserve. » Hangman whispered guiltily. It had been directed at his sausages, but Bob knew it was meant for him  

« Okay » was all he could think to answer 

« I’m not a coward » Jake tried to justify « I just – I can’t die and leave them alone, you know ? » 

« I know you’re not a coward » 

« Leaving is the hardest thing I have ever done, and I hate that I picked a career where I have to do that every morning. » 

There was a silence. Bob was happy everyone else was too busy talking to other people to listen in on what they said, he doubted Jake would even entertain the conversation if it wasn’t just the two of them. 

« Is it a boy or a girl ? » 

« He’s a boy, his name is George. He’s named after my father » 

« That’s nice » Bob said, the man in front of him seemed to hesitate for a second.  

« Do you – You don’t have to but – err -- do you want to see a picture ? » Jake asked and Bob cracked a smile. Hangman took out his phone to show him the picture of an adorable baby boy, about three years old, with curly blonde hair and a toothy grin. He was nestled comfortably in the arms of a woman with her own curly head of hair and blue eyes, but the resemblance stopped there. They looked happy. Bob wondered how many pictures like that he had at home. Not many, he guessed, they probably stopped taking pictures when Mum got ill.  

« Is that your wife ? » 

« Yeah » Jake smiled. It was a genuine smile, the first one Bob had ever seen him to « We got married a while ago, we met playing bowling. She’s terrible. She launched her ball two lanes down, which was my lane obviously. Although, she did actually score me a strike, so I guess she’s not that bad… » 

Bob chuckled. Jake was growing on him by the second. 

After their conversation, which ended rather abruptly when the intercom announced that Vice Admiral Jones was in stable condition and they would be able to leave port the next afternoon, Hangman had stuck close to Bob. The grating Hangman persona had been shed and Bob had been granted a look inside the real Jake. The real Jake was warm, aggressively nice and very proud of his wife and son. The more they talked, the more it felt like they could actually be friends, and Jake certainly felt keen. 

 

« You know, Y/n’s been keen to meet some of the team… You could come for dinner on Monday – if you want to, obviously, I don’t want to force you » 

Jake had asked when they got off the carrier. Bob wanted to say yes even before the image of what his Monday evening would look like popped into his head. When he was alone, the days tended to bleed together a little. 

« I would like that » 

And so, he arrived at Jake’s home, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and rang the doorbell with his hand in his throat. Hangman opened the door.  

Family man Hangman looked physically different. He had lost the tense posture and perfect appearance. Jake welcomed him in dressed sharply, with a white shirt and black trousers, but it felt less like he was trying to impress and more like he genuinely enjoyed dressing like that.  

He led Bob down the hallway to the living room where the dining table was dressed for four, and then through to the kitchen where you were busy getting something out of the oven. 

« I did tell her I would cook, but she likes to host » Jake told him, you looked at them both and shot your husband an eyeroll. You removed the oven gloves and put them neatly on the counter before making your way to Bob.   

« Bob, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n »   

Bob was a hugger and you were too, which was lucky because he was leaning in when he realised that might not have been appropriate. Then, the pitter patter of feet to his left pulled him out of the hug.  

George was clearly a shy child, he stood there with his hand held out for Bob to shake, trembling like a leaf and Bob couldn’t help but smile. 

« You must be George » 

 

Dinner was a success.  

Jake had mentioned briefly that you were a great cook but Bob questioned how on earth Jake managed to stay in shape if that’s how you cooked on the daily. He had never eaten so well in his life.  

You had made a roast chicken with potatoes, vegetables and homemade gravy. And for dessert, an absolute monster of a chocolate cake. By the end of it Bob wasn’t sure he would ever be able to move again, but when George, who had taken quite the liking to him, asked him to play he had accepted.  

« I like him » You said, watching Bob zoom a model airplane across the living room, much to the delight of your son 

« Yeah, he’s nice » Jake replied 

« You should stay friends » You looked at your husband. You had been married for a few years and yet, every time you looked at him, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He looked back at you and smiled. 

« You know, I was thinking… You know your friend Jenna » 

« Jake, I can’t set him up, I have just met him ! » 

« Fine » He smiled « How about babysitting then ? You did say you wanted a second kid »  

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