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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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How will the boys (if they have kids with the reader) react to their kid’s favouriting their s/o, like always wanting her for bedtime stories or comfort stuff like that.

This can be one kid who only does that or all I don’t mind

!IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE PLS IGNORE!

Btw this can be for 2007, 2016 or 2003

Your Kid Wants You Instead Of Him (Fluff)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’m actually studying to become a pedagogue, so this is right up my alley😂💚 It is not uncommon for children between the age of 1 - 3 to show or have parental preferences at times. It’s part of them becoming independent and understanding they have options, so they will start reaching out for these said options.

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Warnings: Kids and parental stuff. (and spelling. Mama here is tired after crying during her last tmnt x reader😭😂)

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Leonardo:

“You know what time it is, big boy”, Leo said to your son, as he sat on the floor, playing with the train track he had gotten for his three year birthday. “It’s time to get ready for bed”.

“No”, Romeo said, picking his train up from the track, never once looking up at his father. Well that was new. Normally Romeo was all ears whenever Leo told him anything, doing whatever his parents wanted to be called a good boy. A little angel he was. Even now as he tried to ignore his father, he was still as could be, calmly playing on the floor.

“C’mon champ”, Leo said with a warm smile, crouching down so he could get closer to the toddler's height. “We’ll do what we always do! We pick out a cool pajama, and then we brush your teeth, making sure there’s no Karius and Baktus in there, and then I’ll read you a bedtime story”

“Nooo, daddy”, Romeo said, slightly agitated, wiggling his feet as he looked down on the train in his head, rocking himself back and furth, his tongue poking out of his mouth. Leo knew that tone and those movements way too well. His son was getting fussy. Leo knew Romeo was tired. But he stayed cool. He knew better than to stress, causing Romeo to be stressed in turn.

“Why not?”, Leo asked, patiently waiting for Romeo to make an answer, his toy train being his main interest.

“I want mommy to do it”, the toddler mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.

At first Leo wasn’t sure what to think of that. He was always the one that put Romeo to bed before patrol, and then you would be the one to wake him up the next day, while Leo got some much needed sleep. That was one of the many ways he was sure to get some calm one on one time with his son, just like Leo used to crave from Master Splinter.

But Leo knew not to freak out over it. Who knew why Romeo wanted you to put him to bed today. It could very easily just be a one time thing, so why not let him do it?

“Okay, little ninja”, Leo said, standing up straight once more, reaching out a hand for his toddler. “Come, let’s go find mom”.

Romeo nodded with a tired smile, standing up so he could take Leo’s hand, before the two of them went looking for you in the lair.

Raphael:

“What ya got there, sweetpea?”, Raph asked, taking a seat next to his playing daughter, amongst all her many different dolls. “G. I. Jane?”, he asked, picking up the nearest doll.

“Daddy! No!”, Joan screeched. “Put it down!”

To say that Raph was shocked was an understatement. Joan had never screeched at him. Sure, she had something of a temper, but never has she screeched at him. On the contrary, she was usually the true version of a daddy’s girl, always hanging around him, wanting his attention. Raph’s little bundle of joy. So this had him frozen in place, still having the action figure in hand. And Joan did not like that.

“I said, put it down daddy!”, the three year old yelled, getting up so she could stomp on the ground.

“Joan, babygirl, what’s wrong?-”

That was when the screaming and crying started. Raph had still not let go of her action figure. Poor Raph had not intended to make her cry. He was simply just so shocked that he locked up, not sure what to do.

“It’s okay, princess”, Raph said, putting the action figure down so he could reach out for her so he could bring her in for a comforting hug. But Joan was not having it, yelling even louder, causing Raph to back up slightly.

“What’s going on here?”, you asked, hurrying into the room as soon as you heard your daughter cry.

“I’m not sure”, Raph said, a little scared. But as soon as Joan saw you, she ran straight for you with open arms, calming down the moment you sat down with her.

“It’s okay, Raph”, you comforted him as you saw his sad expression, as you rubbed Joan’s back. “It just happens sometimes with children”.

“Yeah, but I don’t like when she cries”, he said, with a small concerned frown on his face.

“Don’t worry”, you said. “She’ll be good in no time. Just give her a moment”.

And true to your words, she did just that. A few hours later, she was all good again, wanting to play with dolls with her father.

Donatello:

Gali had always been a sweet child, with a need to explore his surroundings. Kind of like how his father always had to explore the possibilities of his work in his lab. Therefore it wasn’t strange that Gali often turned to Donnie whenever experiencing something new. He learned a new sound? He had to say it to Donnie. He learned to stand? He had to show Donnie. He got a kitchen playset as a gift from his uncles? He had shown Donnie. And that was exactly what Gali was playing with, while you and Donnie sat by him, watching the one year old play, smashing his small kitchen utensils against the cabinets, in a way he had seen uncle Mikey do when he found out uncle Leo tried to cook.

“Hey, look at this”, Donnie said, opening one of the small empty kitchen cabinets. Gali looked up, pushed Donnie’s hand away from the cabinet, before slamming it shut, turning back to his work of smashing whatever he had in his hands against the counter. You laughed at this, causing your son to smile at you, before turning back to the kitchen with a happy screech.

Donnie chuckled at this, once again turning his attention toward the cabinet. Out of curiosity he opened it, just wanting to see how it was set up. But your son did not like this.

“No!”, Gali said, pushing Donnies hand away from the kitchen playset. He then fully turned to Donnie, holding up a hand, determination in his eyes, letting out another “no”, before turning back towards the pink kitchen stove.

“O-kay”, Donnie said, slightly surprised. You could not help but smile a little at that too. Who would have thought your sound would have so much attitude hidden inside of him.

“Mommy”, Gali spoke, grabbing onto your hand, pulling you closer to the kitchen. Here he placed your hand upon the cabinet, motioning for you to open it. Once you did, he started putting his kitchen utensils into the open room, seeing how much there was space for.

Donnie let out a fake gasp acting hurt, causing Gali to look at him, making it very hard for you to not laugh. “Have you replaced me, Gali? You don’t want to play with your dad anymore?”

Gali just stared at him before turning back towards his kitchen set, making sounds of excitement as his kitchen utensils started falling out of the cabin and one to the floor.

“Well”, Donnie chuckled. “Can’t argue with that. He got a point”.

You couldn’t stop yourself from roaring out in laughter.

Michelangelo:

Sunny was a sweet and wonderful girl, with a smile as bright as the sun. The two of you counted yourself lucky for giving her such a fitting name, seeing every time you called out her name, she would come to you with a famous big smile, arms wide open asking for a hug. Especially from Mikey.

Sunny had always been a daddy’s girl. She always wanted to hug him, and she always wanted to cuddle up to him whenever she got tired. And whenever she had a nightmare, it was always him she called out for. But then one day, as all three of you sat in the living area of the lair, watching television, something different happened.

Like usual, whenever the time started getting close to Sunny’s bedtime, she would start to doze off. Her eyes slowly falling shut and her head slowly falling forward. At this point, she would normally just crawl over to Mikey and start cuddling up against his side, a sign that he had to get up and get her ready for bed. But tonight she was fighting it. Forcing her heavy eyes awake and snapping her head up, before slowly dozing off again, only to force herself awake again.

Mikey smiled at this before wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close to his side. But surprisingly, Sunny resisted that, letting out a few sounds of displeasure, pushing herself out from under his arm, before sitting at the same spot she sat in before. You and Mikey looked surprised at each other, neither of you really sure what was going on.

“What’s up, Sunny?”, Mikey asked your fussy toddler in concern. “You don’t wanna cuddle with daddy?”

“No”, she mumbled, not even looking at him before she crawled straight into your arms, trying to sooth herself by playing with her own fingers, staring off into the distance, resting her head against your chest.

Mikey was taken back. Where did his little cuddle bug go? He was confused for a moment, wondering if he had done something wrong. He hated the thought that he might have made his precious little girl sad without knowing it.

Sensing Mikey’s uneasiness, you leaned down to Sunny. “Do you just wanna cuddle with mommy for a bit?” She tiredly nodded her head. “Will you let daddy put you to bed afterwards?” She nodded again, before sighing, letting her head rest against you, her small eyes closing as she fell asleep. You and Mikey exchanged amused glances. How had you managed to get so lucky with a wonderful girl like her?

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cjoatprehn · 7 months

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I’m shaky, tired, and stressed as I type this but-

I am going to be homeless in 30-37 days.

Updated with payment links

Um…I have stayed the extent of the time I’ve been able to stay with the folks I’m currently staying with. I had stayed a few months already. Since mid-May 2023. No one expected me to come and stay this long. They were able to house me longer term. Life just had other plans. They did as they were able. They know my situation. They, nor I, can’t control the systems and all. But I do need to go.

I’ve received 30 days notice. They can extend a week, but no further (thus the 37 days). I’ve put in housing applications, to help with housing, and I’ve checked with other friends that I could possibly stay at, in this state at least. But neither are able to take me in. Which I knew already as they explained their situations and I’m not going to add myself to the mix of their daily lives. I’m grateful for the family I’ve been with and their hospitality. I have run out of options in terms of safe places to stay. I saw it coming a few weeks back I just…

Everything I’ve worried about came flaring up again. I can’t go back to my abusive mom. Nor any of my family, as the majority of them are Christians. I don’t want to live in that atmosphere anymore. The only reason I know the folks I’m in is because of an ex-partner, and their network which…I’m no longer dating due to traumatic reasons. I have reached out to others to see what else I can do immediate-wise.

I don’t…I don’t know what else to do; or where else to go atm within state. It’s bad timing too, just on my part, It’s getting cold. I haven’t located my winter coat. The most I have is my winter boots and sweatpants and sweatshirts as winter clothing; along with other things, which may not even all fit in my one suitcase.

I knew it was coming but…It……I’m…really fucking scared. So I come to y’all. I will…turn off my throne wishlist for now. Without an address to send things to, I can’t receive them without complications. 30 days from now is November 12, 2023; 37 days is November 19, 2023.

I’ll pack starting tomorrow. I…need financial support, encouragement, love, or…miraculously a place I can call my own without a landlord involved. Landlords are already shitty in majority. Very little are truly good folk.

I don’t want to be driven to the dark depths of my mind that put me in where I may take my own life as it’s better than this constant up and down whiplash of lash. I’m not in that state of mind. I would like to keep it that way. I have promises to keep. Promises that keep me alive and would affect many if I don’t keep them.

This will be pinned, so check this updating link for details in terms of financially and otherwise. Halloween will not be a very treatful time for me, as it seems.

Thank you for reading.

October 16th, 2023 Update:

Payment/fundraising links Listed Below

Cashapp (US & UK only)

Venmo (won’t be able to transfer to bank instantly but—it seems to work?)

Wise (US and Most International Countries) - [email protected]

ZellePay (US only) - [email protected]

Give to ABLE Account (US only? I think?) (Ignore Deadname Pls and Thank you)

Wishlist | US and most International I think? | (going to stay open since I’m allowed to continue having my mail sent here.)

Website - Pay It Forward (Context 👈🏽 clickable)

Ko-Fi - CJOAT | PayPal or Stripe only payment methods

Payoneer - [email protected]

#time sensitive #homelessness #colored text #large text #links #social justice #transgender awareness week #life update

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lov-eable · 1 year

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TELL ME ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #05

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

masterlist ◌*ꕤ

word count ✦ 1013

A/N: pls dont hate chishiya quite yet....... he and reader are both complicated and flawed characters!!!!! i dont feel rlly happy about this chapter but i guess its the buildup for the more interesting ones lol hope u like it!!!! likes and reblogs are always nice <3

06/11/18 9:25

You felt anxious. You had to return the book before the school day ended, and you had to face the consequences of it. Although it wasn’t entirely your fault, you surely would be punished. There was no case in insisting you did not tear the page, Chishiya wouldn’t take the blame ever, and even if he did, no one would believe that narrative, because he was the loved one, the best student and you were one step away from being a high school drop-out.

You still could not understand how basically everyone, teachers and students so appreciated him. Sometimes you imagined how everyone at this stupid school would circle around him and sing an ode to him as if he were a triumphant gladiator who had just returned from the war and had returned honour to his people. You guessed your classmates had previously decided in a secret meeting they would ignore any of his sarcastic remarks or just straight-up mean comments, and instead of hating him, they would kiss the ground he walks on. The truth was, this side of him, annoying without a break, was for you and only you. We can’t deny he wasn’t the most friendly man ever but the meanest thing he had ever done to others, apart from you, was ignore their invites to hang out after school. But you were not aware of this, of course.

However, your mind was busy enough to be thinking about Chishiya. You were tired and scared. The whole weekend you visited different bookstores with Kuina around the town to find the exact same copy of the book you had borrowed from the library, but it was a lost case, no one had it. “I think we should stop searching, we already visited all the libraries and bookstores around here! Twice!”, “Kuina, I’m going to die, I’m serious” you pouted. You were sulking the whole way home, you tried your best to not put an end to your quest, but Kuina was right, your legs were sore from all the walking and you felt as if you were about to pass out from the heat. Only you would walk through the whole city at the very start of summer, and only Kuina would help you in your crazy adventures.

The emotional torment did not stop there as you could not rest when you got home. You didn’t sleep all night, torturing yourself with your thinking. Most people perceived you as someone easy-going who never got stressed or anxious, but it wasn’t true, this messy self now crumbling in bed because of a concern most students would resolve without troubling themselves was your authentic version. But these crises occurred behind the scenes, you had to keep your carefree facet in front of others, it was the sole reason you kept good relationships with almost every one of your classmates, right?

Kuina and Arisu were the only ones who were able to see through that mask you perfectly crafted to be liked, that’s why they tried to support this time, knowing how much you got worried by matters of this nature, everyone else just caught the aftermath; you sleeping through most morning lessons. For them, it was just your usual lazy worst-ranked student behavior, disinterested in whatever the professor was teaching, but in fact, you were recovering those lost sleep hours. You didn’t even sleep all morning, you attempted to distract yourself by writing some poems, at first, it only distressed you more, tearing apart pages from your notebook and crumpling them into little paper balls. Nevertheless, you concluded a bunch of verses you were pleased by, so now was time for a nap.

You were twenty minutes into your nap, that was what Chishiya could estimate at the moment. He tried not paying attention to you, but he struggled. He did not care that much about you, or at least he insisted on that, but he was really intrigued by you. It was the first time you seemed to be concerned so noticeably about something in front of someone. He never fell for that free-spirited reckless role of yours, he saw you. He saw you when you were four years old, and then fourteen and now you were about to be eighteen, it was difficult for him to not notice. Again, he never cared about you that much, but his sight got drawn by you sleeping surrounded by many paper balls.

As much effort as he put into ‘not caring’ about you, he took one of the plastic bags he kept into his backpack for trash-collecting purposes and started gathering the paper to throw it into the bag. ‘Who am I?’ ‘What am I doing?’ ‘Why am I doing this?’ were some of the questions which crossed his mind, he had two excuses, first of all, no one, not even you, the most annoying yet interesting person in the whole room, deserved to nap around litter and second, maybe he felt guilty and bad for you. There was one piece of paper which was not wrinkled, but he assumed you got way too stressed to even bothered by it.

He started ripping the paper in pieces and, since you were a light sleeper, that tiny noise woke you up. You glanced at him bewildered but also angry, especially angry. As one would expect, you guessed Chishiya did it on purpose, he probably had read your poem, laughed at you in his head and proceeded to tear it apart. “Why are you always ripping apart everything I care about? Do you hate me that much?” Chishiya got the urge to deny the statement with the head, but was paralyzed, he did not even stop to read it. He fucked up even more. You noticed how everyone turned to you, witnessing the dispute between you and Chishiya. No one would have bat an eye in any other occasion but it seemed more serious and less playful than most times. You left the classroom by the back door, feeling burdened by all the negative attention.

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inkareds · 2 years

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Sick Matt Murdock

✧.* word count: 1.6k

✧.* warnings: Mentions of COVID, reader has covid, mentions of symptoms of covid, heavily uneditted (I was too lazy)

✧.* genre: SFW // fluff

inspired by me having covid a month ago and having a covid scare last week. Also guys it would make the world for me if you guys could pls check out my halloween event !! I'm trying something out hehe

“Shit.” You groaned to yourself as you looked down on the positive test on your hand.

Now, that sentence, to some people could sound like a life-sentence, but to you, it was an inconvenience at most. Because, no, you weren’t pregnant, but yes, you had covid. You wanted to bash your head in to a wall after realizing you got covid in 2022. Where it had seemed a good chunk of people were slowly moving on from the pandemic all together.

But here you were, with a scratchy throat, bleeding headache, and a positive antigen test on your hand.

It had started a few days ago at work, you had been feeling off, worsening headaches and burning eyes. Despite this, you had thought nothing of it, thinking that it had been allergies or perhaps the flu. Who would’ve thought that it was the infamous covid.

The thought of trying the antigen test didn’t even cross your mind when you told Matt, Foggy, and Karen about how ill you’ve been feeling these past few days. All before Karen reminded you of the very real possibility that you may have covid. You brushed her off but as minutes ticked by, the paranoia set it, especially because you realized Matt had stayed quieter the rest of the time you four were together. No doubt, scanning your body with his enhanced senses to see if you actually did have it.

Then you got home after kissing Matt’s cheek goodbye as the three of them had to continue working on a pesky case. Matt’s brows furrowed as you usually kissed him on the lips, but again, Karen had planted that idea of you having covid and now you were worried that if you did have covid, you’d infect Matt.

And Matt did not deal with illness well.

When you got home, you quickly raided your medicine box for a test. This was where you had found yourself right now.

Itchy throat, burning eyes, bleeding headache, and a positive test on your hand.

You groaned as you begun to search in your bag for your phone, quickly calling Foggy and Karen as you decided it was too late at night for Matt to not be out devilling.

“Yep, I’m sure it is, well, get yourself tested. I’m sorry if I gave it to you guys before your big case.” You spoke to the two of them, “Also, tell Matt when he’s done with patrolling, I don’t want to stress him out on the field.”

You ended the call with a tired groan. After telling your boss that you’d probably be useless for the next couple of days then go back to working from home until you’re completely healed. You took it upon yourself to rest.

You drank some medicine for your headache and sore throat then prompted to lock all your windows and doors before a vigilante dressed like the devil came knocking in. Which you knew he’d definitely do after he finds out you were sick.

Now on your bed, you try to stay awake by using your phone, but the screen’s glaring brightness just seem to burn your eyes even more than it did before. So, you turned it off and opted to simply stare at the ceiler. Which, wasn’t a very good idea. As soon enough, your eyelids began to drop heavier and heavier.

Just as your eyes were about to close completely, engulfing you in the peaceful darkness that is sleep. You hear a gentle tapping on your window. With a sigh you debated on ignoring it, perhaps you could pretend to sleep.

But knowing him, he probably already knew you weren’t asleep.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect this. Matthew Murdock was a hypocrite. He hated when the people close to him got hurt and yet, he himself gets hurt on a daily basis.

With tired steps you slowly push your body off of your bed, feeling your muscles begin to groan and your head begin to spin. This was going to be a long week, especially as the symptoms worsen and then betters.

When you got to the window near your bed, you realized how much longer it took for you to get there. The actual distance was probably a few steps from where you were laying moments ago. But with each heavy step, you could barely take one after the other.

You sat down on a chair near your window, watching Matt with his Daredevil outfit tapping on the window.

“Matt,” you know he can hear you, “Matt go home.” It was times like these you were so grateful you hadn’t moved in with him, despite how much you desperately wanted it.

Matt simply tapped even harder, as if trying to will you to open the window to at least talk to him.

“Not only are you not wearing a mask, and neither am I, so if we talk you’re almost certainly going to get covid, but you’re also supposed to be out there rescuing people!” You argued with him.

Truth be told, even talking was scratching your throat in an irritating manner. Matt must’ve sensed or heard? It. As he stopped tapping and sighed, letting his forehead lean against the window.

“Can you hear me?” Matt spoke, testing if the glass separating the two of you was thin enough for sound to pass through it. “Mhm.” Was your only response as your eyelids began to feel heavier again.

“Can you let me in? I’ll make you some soup that you can warm up tomorrow morning for breakfast, and then I’ll leave, I promise.” Matt was good at telling when other people were lying, but he was absolutely terrible at lying.

You shook your head with a large smile on your face, “No can do sir. If I let you in, you’ll find a way to stay with me until I’m all better, and I’ll feel much too guilty from keeping Hell’s Kitchen’s protector away for too long.” You chuckled as Matt looked even more dejected that you found out his plan.

“Come on sweetheart. You’re sick, let me take care of you like you took care of me every time Claire can’t.” Matt practically begged at you.

He can, eerily might you add, sense your body aching and hear the blood rushing through your veins as it tries to fight off the terrible virus in your system. He can hear the way your voice became scratchier and the way it slurred showed your exhaustion.

Unfortunately for Matt, you knew him better than you knew yourself. You knew if you let him take care of you. He’d get sick right around the time that you’ll start to feel better. Which means he’ll be out of the job for far longer than he would be comfortable with.

And no matter how many times he’s said that you are more of a priority to him than the city. You won’t let him put you on such a pedestal. You know the city needs him, and deep inside, he loves protecting this city. Loves cleaning up the streets one thug at a time.

You won’t pull him out of that.

“If you really want to make me some hot soup you can always just bring it to me, you don’t have to cook inside my apartment Matt.” You tried to find a compromise.

It’d be futile to ask Matt to completely ignore your current predicament, and truth be told, you liked the idea of being pampered. Not having to worry about what foods you’ll be eating, the medicine you’ll be drinking. And seeing as how Matt didn’t live too far away. You thought this was the best option.

When he stayed silent you knew you won the argument.

“Matt,” your voice was soft, caring, understanding, and laced with absolute exhaustion. “The city needs you.” He doesn’t even need to see your face or sense the muscles pulling at your lips to know you were smiling. Just the was you said it made him, hear, that you were smiling.

“I love you.” Was the only thing he could say back to you, which you responded with a chuckle and, “I love you too.”

Matt then stood up, thinking to himself what kind of soup to drop off in the morning when he’ll need to leave for work. Though as he climbed over the fire escape, about to jump off into the night, he couldn’t help himself but lay in another advice.

“Don’t forget to drink a lot of water and don’t work too hard.” He thought he heard you mutter under your breath calling him a hypocrite as you shuffled back to bed and finally rest.

Tomorrow morning you’ll find outside your door, not only a container of soup, but also a myriad of different herbal teas (which you guessed was from Claire), packs and packs of medicine, and a tiny bear with a note attached to it. (The note said something about getting well soon in scribbles, no doubt Foggy’s handwriting).

Aside from all that, was also a bouquet of flowers you can actually smell.

Warmth erupted in your heart when you realized Matt must’ve had the worst time bringing the flowers that most likely smelled so strongly to him. Just to make sure that you could have flowers you could actually enjoy. As he knew the virus would only dull your senses.

Glancing at the container of soup, you have no doubt that he probably spiced it more than he needed to as well.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil #marvel #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #charlie cox x reader #charlie cox x you

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quokkacore · 2 years

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eventual [rest]

hi guys. i’m sorry for never coming through with updates, but i’m kind of going through it at the moment.

ignoring the things going on in my personal life… i’m tired. i chose tumblr as my fanfic platform because of the community and how much i enjoyed being able to interact with others. it’s just not the same. recently there’s been a small influx of feedback (for which i’m extreme grateful and will be responding to soon!!!) but it’s just. maybe i’m asking for too much but it feels like too little too late. its so upsetting seeing “xyz has reblogged x post” and clicking on it, and AS ITS LOADING telling myself “don’t get your hopes up it’s probably empty”.

i deserve better. writers deserve better. i’m doing this for free and for fun and i get so little in return when i could be working or doing my homework and actually working towards my degree. not to brag, but i KNOW i’m at the very least, a decent writer. i’ve started setting my sights on traditional publishing despite how difficult it is to break through because i feel like i’m good at what i love doing. but i don’t want to do it on tumblr anymore. i don’t feel the drive to.

if you’d like to read about some of my other reasons, it’s below the cut, but a lot of it is me discussing triggering topics—pls be careful.

if you don’t feel like reading below the cut for my reasoning as to why i’m going to eventually stop posting, here’s what i want everyone to know:

i’m going to TRY to finish king & lionheart, with great power and the punisher anthology, because i love these stories so, so much. the updates will come when they come—i’m not changing my updates page, but i’ll at least try to give a few days heads up that they’re coming.

once i’m done with these fics, i don’t think i’ll write anything else on this blog. maybe, maybe not—i think it depends. i’m just all out of steam.

this blog will remain up mainly an archive, mostly because i know how upsetting it is to want to reread a fic and finding out the author deactivating. i’ll delete some posts, and if i post anything, it’ll be feedback for nsfw fics or answering certain asks. who knows, maybe i’ll drop something here and there.

i’ll eventually be going through my follower list and removing any ageless blogs or blogs who i know are minors on this main blog, something i should have done a long long time ago.

finally, i’ll be setting up an nsfw free side blog and using that as my “main” if you guys would like to keep contact with me. this isn’t just gonna be kpop but my other interests as well (but mostly kpop). i’ll also be posting sfw fic recs there. the blog is @threesrachas if any of y’all are interested!!

other than that, thank you so much to my mutuals and the ppl who made my time on tumblr so much fun. i loved getting to know and work with so many of you, you’re all amazingly talented, kind and funny people. thank you for being my escape from real life, i love you all so much for that.

tw: intense homesickness + generally bad mental health + self harm + hypersexuality

as some of you might know, i moved continents to study abroad last year. that’s a big part of what’s impacting me—i’m away from my main support system, i’m worried about issues within my family, as much as i want to deny it i feel like i’m losing my friends back home, i have to be financially independent and rely on myself to pay for things like tuition, groceries, health insurance, etc etc. it’s caused me so much stress and i feel like i’m being pulled in a MILLION different directions.

i kind of… don’t feel like myself. i wouldn’t call it disassociation because from the reading i’ve done my situation isn’t as severe. but i just feel so lost and disconnected from everyone around me. i feel like i’m unsure of where i want to go and how to move forward with things i know i need to do, but i don’t know how to bring myself to go through with them even though it’ll only be detrimental to me in the future.

i’m also realizing that my hypersexuality is becoming more and more of an issue as i go onward. and with this, i’m giving everyone a warning—i’ve been in the tumblr/ao3/wattpad fanfiction space since i was 12, and only at 21 am i beginning to realize just how detrimental that was for me. consuming so much nsfw content as a minor caused me to normalize and glorify certain sexual behaviors in an unhealthy way, and recently i’ve stumbled across more violent sexual content and the way that my brain has fixated on it terrifies me. i probably need to speak to someone about it.

as a result of these things, i’ve started self-harming again after being clean for like,, 5 years, and i hate myself so much for it. i thought i was finally better and i could finally put it behind me, but apparently not.

i just need more time for myself. my free time feels consumed because i get anxious for not writing, and i hate it. i need to take better care of myself and that’s not going to happen if i down scale back on my wips and unfinished fics. i want to get better. i miss being better, so so much.

tagging my mutuals: @doderyscoffee @iwishihadabettername @thegoodthebadandtheempty @always-wishing-for-rain @lix-ables @multifcndoms @lixesque @jl-micasea-fics @christallise @lixtokki @the7thcrow @sweetlemontart @heartcravings @itsapapisongo @lotus-dly @cherrydumpling @ohmysparkle @aliceu @milfgyuu @ncteaxhoe @moonctzeny @illicitfuck @lixhues @spilledtee @just-come-baek @feelsaesthetic @minthoodie @justhereinmydarkcorner @seulgiswhoreee @jeongvision @heejinnien @softcrescendo @sleepylixie @jenoentry @jaehyyns @chanluster @missskzbiased @smileyjaeminies @ynvngwolff @lamaiejeno @wonjaekook @moonbeamsung @puppywritings @danishmiilk @saturnznct @nightshade-minho @ncweab @ichigofelix @whosjunglejim4322 @nyctophilin and i’ll be tagging the rest soon </3

#please read

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brilium · 7 months

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➳❥│K I N K T O B E R 2 0 2 3 ♡

Yooooo, this is the first time ever that I participate on this since I started writing, I’m so exciteddd! ♡ I really want to complete it but if I don’t I’ll make sure to post them later:)

My main fandoms rn are Jujutsu Kaisen and Attack on Titan, I thought about adding Chainsawman but I need to re-read it all the manga for accuracy 😩

♡ D I S C L A I M E R ‼️‼️

⤷This is obviously about to contain mature content, minors do not interact or you'll be blocked:) This goes also for ageless blogs so put it on your blog pls.

⤷If you don't like this kind of stuff, just ignore it and keep scrolling or block me ♡

⤷SatoSugu and Eren are my soft pookies, so there might be more of them in the list, sorry. I need to write about them a lot to live 😩

♡ M A S T E R L I ST ♡

❥DAY 1. Filming! with Suguru Geto

╰┈➤Summary. Starting to sell content online is giving you a good source of money and, maybe, meeting with one of your mutuals might bring a good content for your account.

❥DAY 2. Voyeurism! with Mikasa Ackerman

╰┈➤Summary. Your organized roommate hates your messy ways to live but, a little mistake with the closet door might lead her to break those walls on her.

❥DAY 3. Camgirl! with Eren Jaeger

╰┈➤Summary. Eren got you a tulip necklace on your birthday, one that you never take off, not even during your livestreams on a secret site at night. And Eren could recognize that necklace anywhere.

❥DAY 4. Car Sex! with Toji Fushiguro

╰┈➤ Ok, I'll be honest, I wrote it but I didn't liked it JKDDJKH. So I'll post it when I've finished the list lol

❥DAY 5. Clothes on! with Jean Kristein

╰┈➤Summary. You're a pain in the ass for Jean, and for you? He's a nuisance before meeting up with Eren for a hook up. Fortunately, the two best students of Dr. Smith are smart (or horny) enough to find a middle point where they can do more than fighting.

❥DAY 6. Cheating! with Satoru Gojo

╰┈➤Summary.Your boyfriend, hated by all your friends, turns you down again on a dinner that you planned for weeks and Satoru shows up at a bar to wash away all your worries like he always does.

❥DAY 7. Size Kink! with Reiner Braun

╰┈➤Summary. Attending to the gym is tiring. And in the morning shift? Worse. But the fat crush on your coach makes it lighter for you. One day, you decide to take the risk to finally make a move with him.

❥DAY 8. Phone Sex! with Eren Jaeger

╰┈➤Summary. A boundarie of not having sex with your hot ex-fuckboy boyfriend for a whole month is eating you from the inside and you decide that it's time to tempt him with a good night selfie.

❥DAY 9. Aphrodisiac! with Nanami Kento

╰┈➤Summary. Nanami has been dealing with a lot of stress at the office lately, and you decided to buy him a naturalist tea that it supposed to help with the stress relief. It seems to help with stress in a very particular way...

❥DAY 10. Deep Throat! with Toji Fushiguro

╰┈➤Summary. Megumi got in a fight for the third time in the month, and his father had to attend with Megumi's teacher to talk about his behavior. Toji finds her hot and annoying. Maybe there's one way to fix his annoyance by hearing her yell.

❥DAY 11. Thigh Riding! with Erwin Smith

❥DAY 12. Caught Sex! with Suguru Geto

╰┈➤Summary. One of Suguru's co-workers keeps trying to flirt with him even though she knows that he's dating you and you sneak out on the changing rooms to show her how to strike back properly.

❥DAY 13. Toys! with Armin Arlet

❥DAY 14. Witch! Reader (Medieval AU) with Eren Jaeger

╰┈➤Summary. You’ve been calmly living in the heart of the forest since people started to believe in stupid rumors of witches. When you cross paths with a hurt man hunting, you give him a hand and turns your small wooden house into a hotter place.

❥DAY 15. Morning Sex! with Porco Galliard

╰┈➤Summary. Marcel brought his not anymore little brother to the beach vacation, you thirsty in the morning might lead you to let your morning desires lead you.

❥DAY 16. Public Sex! with Satoru Gojo

╰┈➤Summary. Satoru Gojo has an arranged marriage since before his birth, and today is the day to impress each other’s family before the wedding preparations start but you both don’t seem so excited for it so you find the way to go with it through the thin paper walls.

❥DAY 17. Breeding Kink! with Nanami Kento

❥DAY 18. Shower Sex! with Levi Ackerman

❥DAY 19. Roleplay! with Suguru Geto

❥DAY 20. Girls Night! with Shoko Ieri and Utahime Iori

❥DAY 21. Succubus! with Armin Arlert

╰┈➤Summary. Eren is being a headache talking about having weird dreams and sleep paralysis, Armin always ignores his blabbering, but when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a weight on his lap, he starts to questionate himself.

❥DAY 22. Hate Sex! with Sukuna’s True Form

❥DAY 23. Costumes! with Eren Jaeger

❥DAY 24. Gloryhole! with Toji Fushiguro

❥DAY 25. Make Up Sex! with Satoru Gojo

❥DAY 26. Face Sitting! with Porco Galliard

❥DAY 27. Overstimulation! with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

❥DAY 28. Office Sex! with Nanami Kento

❥DAY 29. Somnophilia! with Jean Kristein

❥DAY 30. Gangbang! with Eren Jaeger, Jean Kristen and Connie Springer

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hereyesblueasice · 2 years

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I just wanna complain about something and y’all can totally ignore but I started a new job in January for a position that only one other person (and now myself) in our whole department work. She’s been working there for 5 years so she definitely knows her stuff and I’ve never questioned her because why would I? So naturally she’s supposed to be training me. Which she is, but it’s very inconsistent so I struggle to remember procedures. And on top of that there’s still a bunch of crap she hasn’t even begun to train me on which she should have at least started by now. I have no idea why she’s slacking so much on the training, she’s a hard person to read because she’s so quiet. Idk if it’s due to insecurities, anxiety, feeling threatened, idk.. But she went on vacation last week and I’ve been hella stressed. I’m struggling to comprehend certain emails. My supervisor is also new and has only been there for a month so he doesn’t know anything either. There’s no one I can ask for help from, and when I make a mistake it doesn’t get seen until a day or two later by another facility. So I’m just kind of frustrated and feeling incompetent. Today I overheard someone complaining about a certain task that hasn’t been done yet (that I was unaware of) and they said “it’s because [trainer] isn’t here.” Bro, you’re standing like 4 feet from my office, I can hear you.

I know mistakes are the best way to learn but there comes a certain point when they just become tiring and I would like a break from them pls.

#and I just made the mistake of opening my work email and saw there are some more issues that need to be addressed in the morning #she comes back Monday #but I just don’t want her to have the satisfaction that we couldn’t handle things without her #that’s my pride talking but idc

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misograce · 2 years

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#Not having a good one tonight #I’m gonna rant for a hot sec pls feel free to ignore #I’ve been having trouble sleeping and I’m constantly tired #i have a term paper due next Monday that I’ve barely made a dent in getting written #bc writer’s block and ✨depression✨#and a bunch of other things to do as well #and I‘m stressed and anxious and panicky about not getting any of it done on time #but also mentally paralysed and unable to actually work on getting shit done #on top of that I’m also really short on my bc last month I only got payed very little #bc work switched from paying me for my full hours regardless of how many I worked due to covid back to only paying me the hours I actually #ended up working #and this semester I could only work about half the hours I usually do bc the opening hours of the cafeteria I work at were a lot shorter #and thus ended up clashing with my uni schedule #before covid we were open until 8:30pm so I worked evenings after class #but currently we’re only open until 3pm and I just can’t work my full 15 hours with those opening hours #and next month I‘ll have the same issue before I‘ll get payed my March wages in April which will be more money again #all in all I’m just feeling very stressed and tired but also empty inside and I don’t like it #i just want to sleep for a year

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apricotluvr · 3 years

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#Ok I’m gonna complain for a bit so pls ignore #I am so tired . just so exhausted #I have worked way too much this month and we are begin schedule with our thesis and have just so much left to do #our client is leaving so she expects a concept of our results several weeks before our deadline. we have a meeting w our advisor and 2nd #client next week so we need to send them a separate concept of the final thesis before Monday #I’m currently on my period and I feel like I could break down any moment. I’m very emotional and I think the stress from the past few weeks #and also the stress from the upcoming month (until everything from this semester is finished) . it all just feels like too much #I also haven’t seen my therapist in over a month. which is the longest period of not seeing him since i started therapy last year #I feel like the past few months I’ve just been living trying to get through this day through this week and crossing off one thing off my to #do list but then having another 100 things I need to worry about next. I’m so exhausted I can’t even do much house work or do anything for #my little brother and though my mum is a sweetheart and knows how busy I am w everything and so doesn’t even bother asking me for help #I myself feel shitty that I can’t help her . my room has been a mess for like 2 weeks now but I can’t find the time or energy to clean it #so it’s just another thing that’s on my to do list and which adds to my stress. I have a bunch administrative things I need to do for #both my parents as well (bills. health insurance. health related things. appointments) and I just can’t #like usually I will make a to do list to cross off. that’s my thing and it helps me stay on top of things but I’m at a point where I’m even #dreading doing that because it’s just so much and I feel like it’s gonna be overwhelming seeing it all on paper. on the other hand my brain #is in chaos and I keep having these moments where I’m like ‘oh shit I still have to do this and that’#I’m just tired. I’m so tired #I’m gonna go take a nap because my body hurts and I’m exhausted and I need to have energy to be able to code 3 interviews tonight

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creamecream · 4 years

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@shinynymphia

Thinking about Lycoris stepping in between an uncomfortable Pirouette and an insistent Valerius during the masquerade tho.

#just need to put it out there #you mentioned their brighter colors showing them blossoming on the inside #do those words make sense? I’m sorry if they don’t I’m very tired #but I hope you get the point I’m trying to make #anyway them being confident enough to just take valerius’ hand off pirouette #and step in between them pretty much #I will however point out valerius is *not* a bad man #he doesn’t know about the memory lose from pirouette dying #he just thinks pirouette is being petty and ignoring him years after they broke up #after pirouette broke up with him over something he thinks was extremly minor #so when pirouette is just like ‘I don’t know you back off.’ he thinks he’s just being rude #that thing I made where pirouette had his memories back isn’t canon btw #he may get bits and pieces but I don’t think the apprentice gets their memories back #just how they died and their fight with asra and such #so when valerius grabs pirouette he’s just like ‘!!!!?????’#pls protect him lycoris he is pure bby and is stressed enough without valerius hissing at him #the arcana #someone else’s apprentice #apprentice lycoris #custom apprentice #apprentice pirouette #valerius #Creame brabbling

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outivv · 2 years

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yello hello my friend! I would like to request a Yae Miko, Ei, And Kokomi with an s/o that overhears a convo with heir s/o saying “I just don’t want her to leave me.” PLS TYTY

Synopsis: y/n overhears their lover say “I just don’t want her to leave me”

Warnings: kind of angsty? More angst to fluff honestly, but other than hat it’s just not proofread :’)

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: yae miko, Ei, and kokomi

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned (I assumed that what you want! If not I do apologize!)

A/n: hello! Hm… j don’t have much to say here so I hope you enjoy, and take care of yourself! <3

— yae miko —

Yae miko is a woman who is very confident in yourself, and very confident in your relationship. So, for something like this ti happen, there would have had to been a… large fight between you two.

Fights with her don’t happen that often, so she takes it kind of to heart. Especially when you start ignoring her.

Walking back into inazuma city from collecting herbs for medical, and cooking reasons you see a familiar fox like ear. You internally groaned, but to be fair… you were walking past yae publishing house.

You haven’t talked to yae in a week, the last time you spoke, or rather… yelled, was during a argument that resulted in you going to visit a friends house for the week. You both were left heartbroken, and on bad terms, and what do you do about it? Ignore it!

Yeah… not the best decision but… you needed time to think, and time for yourself. You were walking past yae publishing house, and praying that yae miko won’t see you, but you stop. You hear her say something about you.

“I just… we left on such bad terms… I just don’t want them to leave me.” She said with a sigh, a distraught look on her beautiful face. She looked tired, like she was stressed, and sad. You can’t say you looked any better though, you didn’t sleep very well the oat couple of nights.

You pondered what she said for a moment, before walking over to her. You tapped her on her shoulder and said, “…care to join me for dinner?” You held up your bag of herbs you had with you, and yae had to say… she was rather inclined.

— Ei —

Ei was the god of eternity, and was always grasping at loose strings to keep that sense of eternity and stasis with her. So, she was almost always worried that you would break that stasis, break that tranquility of eternity that she held so firmly onto, and leave her.

She honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you left her, especially since your a mortal… you only live for so long. She’s a powerful archon, who has almost turned a blind eye as the war went on, all for her own selfish eternity. She wouldn’t blame you if you realized you wanted someone… different.

You knocked on the door of the raiden shoguns room, and went in as soon as you heard the ‘ok’. You noticed something different about her though, something… more familiar. “I apologize… it’s me.” Ei spoke. “Oh Ei! I apologize I didn’t know…” you frantically put down your papers that you had for the shogun.

Your the raiden shoguns assistant, but the archon herself… well you’re on much more comfortable terms as Ei likes to put it. The raiden shogun are two different people in your eyes, though to many they are ok in the same, even if they knew the shogun was a fake they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference most the time.

But you? You can almost instantly see when that robotic, and calculating expression is replaced with a much more… calmer, empathetic, and more human one. You also could notice when something was off with Ei, “is something the matter?” You questioned, seeing the way he figure was more stiff, and anxious than she normally is.

“I… no I’m fine.” She said and walked out of the room. Had you done something wrong? Did she schedule a lunch with you but… you forgot maybe? No no… you couldn’t have. What was it that was bothering her then?

You made your way around the palace in search for Ei, and stumbled upon a open room where she was pacing back and forth, talking to herself. She was almost fighting her own feelings, and going back and forth (literally) with ‘what if’s’ and ‘maybe’s’ until she finally stopped, and said, “what if… they leave me. I don’t want them to leave me… I… I love them.”

Her voice and figure was shaky, she rarely showed this much of emotion, and so when she did… it was truly something serious that she was emotional over. Her words hit you suddenly, like an avalanche had suddenly fallen. She… loved you. You stepped forward, and said “Ei… I won’t leave you. I love you too.”

— kokomi —

Kokomi is constant stressed, as the responsibility, and the entirety or watasumi island falls onto her shoulders. Because of this, she isn’t able to spend much time with you… which makes her rather insecure about your relationship.

Kokomi I believe is an emotional person at heart i believe, and will often say something along these lines.

On your way to Kokomi’s room to spend some well needed time with her, you hear her talking to someone. “I’m just… fearful they’ll … forget about me, that they’ll leave me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, just loud enough for you to hear while standing right next to the barely open door.

“Hey it’s alright, I’m sure they won’t leave you. Y/n seems like a very understanding and… compassionate person!” Gorous voice could be very clearly heard. He always spoke such great words of encouragement, though you wish that could be you right now.

You knocked on the door a few moments later, and walked in. “Hey kokomi! Ready for our picnic?” You asked, and pretended like you heard nothing.

You brought her to your favorite spot on the island, it looked over the shrine and was near the beautiful ocean. You watched the clouds, and read as you ate, and then as the sun was setting you finally spoke up about what you heard earlier. “Kokomi… I hope you know that I will never leave you just because you’re too busy. I love you! And busy or not, I’ll stay by your side.”

You wide smile, and encouraging words made her tear up, and lean in to hug you. She seemed to hold on as if you’d slip away from her, or maybe even the other way around. Moving closer to your ear she whispered, “thank you.” Before kissing you sweetly.

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 3 years

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I like your stories. :) can I pls have one with Rio? I’m not too picky about the scenario. Maybe him being over protective or sexual anything really.

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet 😘 Hope you like this. Also, are you guys watching Good Girls tonight !? Can’t wait to see what happens next 🤔

Not your property - Rio (Good Girls)

Warning: Language, Angst, Smut

Word Count : 2k

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“Why are you overreacting? I didn’t do anything wrong” you said your hands thrown in the air as you spoke with your boyfriend

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything because that guy stayed there, trying to get with you” He sighed pacing around the dining room.

“I told him I wasn’t interested and that I was waiting for my boyfriend, what did you want me to do, punch him in the face?” you asked rolling your eyes only to get him angrier.

“Yes maybe, but you didn’t, so I had to take care of it, show him what’s mine” He almost screamed making your blood boil at his nonsense.

“You think because we’re together, it makes me your property?” you scoffed “You don’t own me Rio”His eyes turned dark, furious that you were arguing with him, he loved your attitude but not when you used it against him. You almost never called him by his name, so when you did, he knew you were equally mad.

“Don’t say that” he responded in between gritted teeth.

“Whatever, I’m tired of arguing, I’m going to take a shower” you turned around as he followed you. You got into the bathroom closing the door before he could even get in to continue with the debate. You started the shower as you got undressed getting inside, letting the hot water relax your muscles.

On the other side, Rio was trying to open the door, failing only to fuel his anger. He took a deep breath, going back to the kitchen fixing himself a glass of vodka to calm him down. He moved to the living room, sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv, letting his head rest on the back of the sofa sighing softly. He knew you were mad at him for getting mad at you, but he couldn’t help it. When he arrived at the bar to meet you after one hell of a day, he wasn’t pleased to see a guy sitting next to you, trying to talk with his girlfriend. The guy was drunk and didn’t get the hint when you denied him, and when Rio arrived, he had to take care of it. After he threatened the guy’s life with his famous golden gun, he grabbed you, pulling you out the bar as he drove back to your shared apartment. He was looking forward to spending a nice evening with you after the stressful day he had but he had no luck.

Part of him felt bad for lashing at you, he knew it wasn’t exactly your fault, a beautiful woman like you sitting at a bar all alone was meant to be hitting on in a way. Not that it excused the drunken man trying to flirt with you even when you said you weren’t interested, but he understood why he would want to get to know you. You gave off a good vibe and you were beautiful, and he knew for a fact that you had probably been very polite when denying the guy, something he didn’t like. He knew you could give attitude and sass, so if you had, the man wouldn’t have been trying to steal you away from him. Were you just too tired to even acknowledge the guy or were you maybe liking the attention he was giving you?

The thoughts made his blood boil again as you walked out and sat beside him keeping a certain distance. You hated fighting with Rio, and you never wanted to go to sleep mad at each other, so you wanted to talk to clear things up before bed. You looked at his angry figure deciding to stay silent while you directed your eyes to the movie playing. There was something about the way he flared his nostrils and knitted his eyebrows that made you want to do unholy things to him. The way his arms were crossed and one of his hand was playing with bottom lip trying to calm himself made you squeezed your thighs at the thoughts of him fucking you senseless. You looked his way once again, but his eyes were staring at the tv, still not acknowledging you sitting next to him. When something made him really angry or you guys got into a fight, he would often give you the silent treatment, not wanting to say anything hurtful in the heat of the moment. Tonight was no different.

“Are you still mad?” you questioned getting no response

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, I told him I was not interested” still no answer. You had enough, you wanted to be close to him, to kiss him, to hold him but he was avoiding you. Huffing you decided to pull yourself closer to him, trying to get a reaction or even a look out of him. Still nothing. In one swift motion, you straddled his lap, trapping him under you, his eyes now landing on your face, sighing.

“Will you please stop ignoring me? I just want to go to bed and cuddle” you pouted as he sat still, staring blankly at your face. You proceeded to grind softly against him, hoping to get a reaction. You knew Rio, and he never was one to turn down sex, so when you started to move your hips a bit faster on him, he sighed grabbing your hips harshly

“What do you think you’re doing (Y/N)?” he asked following the movement of your tongue as you licked your lips. You knew how to get to him, and you knew all his weakness, he hated that, but you always found a way to used them against him especially during these moments. His biggest weakness being you, he never was able to deny your demands. He was following your every move as you continued to rub against him, feeling him get harder under you.

“Nothing” you managed to say as you moved your head to the crook of his neck leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying not to let It show, but he was enjoying himself. You kissed his jaw, the corner of his mouth purposely missing his lips, and you went back to his neck before nibling on his ear slightly, something he adored.

“You know, I never got to tell you how hot I thought you looked when you confronted that guy” you whispered against his ear licking it slowly

“The way you gripped that gun of yours, it made me want to drop to my knees in front of everyone”you stated as he let out a throaty groan, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and needy, and you could still feel the angst radiating from his body. You continued to rock your hips against his, making you whimper as he ripped the flannel you were wearing, open. You gasped feeling the cold air against your naked skin, your nipples hardening at the anticipation of his next movement. He moved his hand to your breasts needling at them making you moaned against his mouth.

You lifted your body a little to give you access to his lower half, managing to pull his hard cock from his pants. His lips made their way to your collarbone as you pumped his throbbing dick a few times, making him bite your skin slightly. You aligned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting out a small moan as you felt your walls being stretched out. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving marks while you bounced up and down on his member. He grunted, admiring you as you threw your head back, feeling his finger sneak up on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

“F-fuck baby, don’t stop” You moaned feeling yourself on the verge of orgasming, before Rio grabbed your hips flipping you around, so he could be on top. You whined at the loss of contact on your clit but screamed in pleasure as soon as he pushed back into you roughly. He moved at a fast pace, trapping your throat with his hand as he lifted one of your legs on in shoulder to get better access to your aching core. His eyes were full of lust and need as he pounded into you. You knew part of him was still angry by the way he was grabbing your neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to hurt you, but his tight grip was enough for you to know he was still thinking about your fight. You grabbed his bicep tightly as he picked up his pace and roamed into you even harder than before, making you shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You hated fighting with Rio, but you sure loved the outcome. It always ended up with some angry and amazing makeup sex.

“Oh my god, yes!” you screamed in pleasure, your eyes rolling back

“Who’s making you feel this good (Y/N)?” he asked still pounding into you harshly, the only sound coming out of you being a moan. “Answer me” he continued

“Y-You” you said almost whispering, before you felt a slap on your thigh “Fuck baby! You, you are” you screamed tears welling up in your eyes as you could feel your release coming soon.

“That’s right mama! Me and no one else. You hear me?” He stated bringing his finger to rub your swollen clit feeling you clench around him.

“YES F-FUCK!” you screamed loudly as you felt yourself coming undone, panting heavily. Rio gave a few more thrusts as you rode your orgasm before he pulled out, moving to the end of the couch, standing near the armrest. He motioned for you to come closer, and you listened, laying down on the sofa, your head hanging upside down from the armrest. You opened your mouth and as soon as you did, Rio’s cock was down your throat. Your hand moved to massage his balls as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He leaned in a little, his dick pushing further into your mouth, as his finger reached your wet fold, playing with it once again, making you moan against him.

He groaned loudly as you hollowed your cheeks wanting to feel him finish in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw, allowing him to hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. You moved at a fast pace while Rio continued to pleasure you bringing you to your climax for the second time. You moaned loudly around him, and it was all it took for him to release on your tongue grunting lightly as his eyes closed. Spurts of his cum dripping on your lips as you couldn’t genuinely swallow it all. You sat back up, turning around, looking at him through your lashes as he stood there staring back at you, licking his fingers.

“Are you still mad at me” you asked him, biting your bottom lip

“How is it possible to stay mad at you?” He smirked holding your cheeks, leaving a peck on your temple. You smiled at him, standing up as you got dressed.

“You hungry? I can make something to eat while you go take a shower” you proposed, putting your arms around him. He accepted and left to go in the bathroom while you prepared something for the both of you. You put some music, swaying your hips as you started cooking. Arms found their way around your waist, and you knew Rio was smiling, you didn’t even have to see his face.

“What you making baby?” he asked swaying his hips against yours slowly to the beat of the music.

“Just some pasta” you answered putting down the spoon, turning towards him, lacing you arms around his neck

“I love you mama, you know that, right?” he questioned, pushing the hair that was on your face, away

“I love you too baby, especially when you’re being jealous and protective” you responded laughing slightly as Rio rolled his eyes before pushing his lips against yours, kissing you slowly as you both smiled into the kiss.

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-K

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief.

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow.

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.”

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door.

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word.

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!”

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed.

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice.

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully.

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.”

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face.

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed.

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed.

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!”

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk.

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused.

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned.

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago.

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders.

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit.

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

“Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

“I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off.

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck.

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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sparkliingcrown · 3 years

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— my worst nightmare.

Summary: You know the saying that goes 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?' How much closer can you get to your enemy than being roommates?

Request: Brownies + Dark Irish Coffee

Genre: Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: Lots of swearing. I didn’t hold back in that aspect. Uhm, mentions of drinking, yn kinda panics at one point... I think that should be all! If not, pls notify me ^^

Note: An Eishi Café special. Yes, this is because it was last minute requests and it took too long for me to get to and open up the café again. ALSO TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS, I’M SORRY I MISREAD THE ORDER AND WROTE IT AS A LIGHT REQUEST! I hope you still like it nonetheless... Sorry it took so long T^T Also, this is my first time writing something like this so I really hope that it fits.

You were hauling your bags and boxes up to your new dorm room by yourself. That wasn’t exactly the greatest way to start the day, considering you had to stay up packing the last of your stuff, rushing to the nearest train station, riding the train, and then driving all the way to your new dorm room for college yesterday. You didn’t even get to sleep a wink on the train and you sure as hell can’t sleep while on the road. So, in short, you were tired, hungry, and really fucking pissed.

You mocked your naive and excited self, making faces as you tugged your bags closer to your body, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder to keep it from falling on the floor. Go to college, they said. You'll have the time of your life, they said. Who's they? The many, many movies you watched growing up. And where exactly were you now?

"Can you at least try to help me move my stuff inside?" You drop your bags at the door, stretching your arms out.

"Lemme think about it." He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath. "No."

That's right. You were stuck with him. Choi Seungcheol. The bane of your existence.

That motherfucker.

His majesty was sitting comfortably on the couch, a cup of boba in his hand. Oh, how you wish you could just reach out there and squeeze it to make it explode in his face. Instead, you huff. You turned away and stomped your way down to the elevator to get the rest of your luggage. Muttering to yourself, you hauled the last of your luggage in, just wanting to collapse onto your bed for the day having barely gotten any rest the previous day.

You were expecting your best friend, Jiwoo, to greet you at the door. You were expecting her to greet you with that enthusiastic squeal when she sees you. You were expecting her to give you a warm hug that would last probably longer than 5 minutes. Alas, the universe decided to be rude to you and give you your worst nightmare.

Seungcheol stares as you drag your bags and feet to the nearest room, raising an eyebrow when he thinks he heard you utter his name. He did not help whatsoever. Asshole. Once you get to your room, you don't even bother cleaning up and unpacking. You sank to the floor with a loud whine, not caring at all if Seungcheol could hear you from outside.

You were so excited to live out your college dream. Going to the library, going to parties you know Jiwoo would drag you to, midnight talks with your roommate, binging series you’ve been eyeing for a while. The universe just really had to ruin it for you by placing him as your roommate. You didn’t even know he was enrolled in Hybe University. It seemed like he didn’t know either. You recall the shocked look on his face when he opened the door.

“You’re my roommate?!” You both exclaim in unison.

You feel your lifespan shorten by 30 years when it fully sinks in that you’re stuck with him for a full school year. If it wasn’t enough that the bags you carried were heavy, the ones under your eyes felt even heavier. Seungcheol frowns.

“You look like shit,” he states, taking a long sip out of his cup.

You manage to send your iciest glare at him, chucking the heavy luggage inside to make him move. “No shit, Sherlock-”

“The name’s Seungcheol.”

You ignore him. “I just drove a fucking half hour just to get here.”

You kick the bag, moving it to a corner then go to get a smaller one waiting by the door. Seungcheol moves out of your way, walking back to the couch. “Don’t fucking test me, Choi.”

He puts one of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. You sigh, closing the door behind you to get the rest of your things.

You let out a groan, deciding to unpack your things a little later. Eyeing your bed, you get up to move to your bed. You easily drift off into sleep. You would’ve loved to say it was dreamless but you actually quite enjoyed the chaos of it all. You awoke at 2 in the morning, lost and confused. You frown at your waste of half the day yesterday, smacking random items in your room to figure out where you had placed your phone.

Once you located it, the screen lit up your face - blinding you a little in the process. Jiwoo had excitedly messaged you. Well, excited was an understatement when she sent you 102 messages in the span of one hour and 17 missed calls for the rest of the time you were unconscious on your bed.

Your stomach growls, shocking you. “Yeah, I should get some food then start unpacking. Probably message her back as well…” you mutter to the air, dusting off your jeans as you finish up the process of fully moving into your new home for the next school year.

You sigh, “Fuck, this is going to be a long year.”

You bury your head in the reference book that you picked out to help with your assignment. It wasn’t doing it’s job of helping. You shifted in your seat. With a groan, you lean back in your seat, not understanding any of the material so far. Jiwoo pats your back encouragingly, nuzzling her cheek on your shoulder.

"There, there," she says, running a hand through your hair. "Hold on, I'll just return this book because it didn't have what I was looking for."

With a solemn nod, Jiwoo rises from her seat. She skips away with the book in your hands leaving you suffering all alone. You mentally slap yourself for sulking when it's literally only the second month of college. Living in the dorms has not been any easier ever since you arrived. Seungcheol took any opportunity to get a rise out of you and you would bite back with just as much sass.

It was like a competition between you both. Over what exactly? No one could really tell. Jiwoo came over often so she's very much used to seeing the two of you bicker like little children out of the smallest things. This was the reason as to why she dragged you out of the dorm.

"Come on, ever since you've arrived, you're either staying in your room or going to that boba place!" Jiwoo was tugging you by your wrist while you used your other hand to cling onto your bedpost. "You need to live! To breathe!"

"I do that just fine over here!" you complain.

Then, it was just a competition of whining. Jiwoo won that one easily. Her bright, sparkling puppy eyes were too much to resist. You sighed. You were too soft for Jiwoo sometimes. You mumble, cursing the professors for giving a bunch of work already. It was to the point that you could barely keep track of any of your subjects anymore.

You stare at your laptop screen, a half blank essay staring back at you with a menacing aura. You turn your head. An open textbook sat atop several other books of the same subject stared at you too. You could hear it calling for you, yelling at you to study for the test next week. With a silent cry, you drop your head down onto the table. You hear a snicker from behind you. One that you've heard way too many times that you didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Hello to you too, Choi." You let out a tired sigh, head rising from the table.

"You look pitiful like that," he comments, eyeing the multitude of books surrounding your laptop. "You need any help?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Do you need help?"

"The Choi Seungcheol is offering me help?"

"Ah, good, so your ears can work," he gives you that shit eating grin that you just want to punch off his face. You can already feel the fire burning inside just ready to burst. You feel like a boiling kettle to say the least. It's his turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Well?"

"No way," you huff like a child, turning your back on him.

He sat across from you. It really just had to be the only fucking unoccupied seat left. You mentally cursed all the students who came to the library. Then you felt bad and instead cursed Seungcheol who just had to come to the library when you were at the peak of the stress rollercoaster, just ready to dive into the depths of despair and bad grades.

Your eyes flutter back and forth between the laptop, the books and Seungcheol himself. With a defeated sigh, you turn the laptop so the screen could face him. "Please."

That same grin never left his face, he tauntingly cups a hand around his ear. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Old man," you retort with a snicker. Just as he was going to open his mouth to protest, you repeat yourself a little louder. "Please help me with this damn assignment so I can finish it already."

"That's more like it." He pulls out the chair next to you, pushing away the books to help you.

You would never admit it out loud but you were actually grateful that Seungcheol had offered his help. With every small pointer he gave you, you were able to fly through all of your workload like a breeze. He even lent you his notes for that test you were so worried about. You leaned back, tipping your head back as the most relieved sigh anyone could muster slipped past your lips.

“What? No ‘Thank you’?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.

“I didn’t kill you. Is that enough?” He rolls his eyes at you, returning to his own seat. Guilt started to take form in the pit of your stomach. You sighed. “I gotta go. Thanks. I’ll see you at the dorm.”

You didn’t see it. He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge it; the heat rising up and painting his cheeks pink from when you sent him that small smile before leaving. Seungcheol mentally slapped himself, shaking his head and trying to focus on his own essay he put off while helping you. Safe to say, he never really did finish that stupid essay.

"Joo, do I have to go?" you complained, tugging your shirt downwards. It's a little too much for your taste.

"You deserve it, babe," Jiwoo replied. "You got good grades after studying for so long! Loosen up a little! Please?"

You give her a skeptical look.

"Just this once?" She gives you her best puppy dog eyes that shimmered under the light of her dorm room. She puts up a finger and juts out her bottom lip in a pout, ultimately stealing your heart with how cute she is. "For me?"

"Ugh, fine. You're too cute not to."

"Yay!" she wraps her arms around you and gives you a light kiss on your cheek, dragging you out of her dorm and to her car.

She drove you to the party, that sweet smile never leaving her face. She talked about a blend of many topics she was interested in. You heard her mention something about talking to that girl in her class. You only stared out the window, humming in response as you dreaded arriving at the party.

Alcohol. It reeked of alcohol. You just arrived but there were already so many people that just smelled like sweat and whatever was served in the kitchen. Jiwoo took you to the dance floor, which was clearly just the living room of the house with the couches pushed to the side so there's space. She introduced you to a couple of her friends. You give them a small wave. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and have a conversation this close to the speakers.

After just a few minutes of walking in, you already lost Jiwoo. She was probably just with one of her friends. Come to think of it, she was clinging on to one of them really tightly and just being very clingy. But she was almost always like that with anyone. You brush it off your mind, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"They look pretty," Seokmin stated, sipping from his cup and making a slight face at the bitterness. "Wait... Is that Y/n?"

Seungcheol's ears seem to perk up at the mention of your name. He turns to the direction his friend was staring at, seeing you hover over the kitchen island with a drink in your hand. You looked bored. A little lonely too. He deduced that your friend had left you to fend for yourself. He snickers to himself.

"Oh yeah, I think that is," Jeonghan was suddenly by his side, eyeing Seungcheol for his reaction. Seungcheol pulls a face.

"What are you looking at?" he sneers.

"Don't you think they're pretty, Cheollie?" Jeonghan giggled, obviously already a little tipsy. Seungcheol scowls. An old conversation flashed by his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

You raise an eyebrow. "And why do you care about where I'm going?"

"Because I'm your roommate? What if something happens to you?"

"Awh, does Seungcheollie actually care about me?" You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, I- Wait..." He takes in the outfit you decided to wear, and breathes in the scent of that perfume you always wear on special occasions. "Don't tell me... You're going out with that guy again, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, adjusting the straps of your shoes with a groan. "So?"

"Are you that blind that I have to fucking tell you? He's not good for you!"

"Why do you give a damn about who I go out with? Why would I give a damn about who you think I should go out with?"

"That's not the point- Stop going out with him!"

"What are you? My dad? Fuck off, Cheol."

"That guy is not good for you." He crosses his arms against his chest. "Hell, even I would be better for you and I'm your enemy."

“Yeah, you’re my enemy. That doesn’t explain why you’re butting into my love life like this. Literally, just fuck off!” you exclaim, losing your cool with a stomp of your foot.

You fall silent. He falls silent. Seungcheol is worried for that second that passes. He didn’t know why. The silence was uncomfortable. It was like the chill of realizing there’s a spider in the shower with you. He felt chills run down his spine. He didn’t even know why.

You say nothing more, picking up your purse. The silence was odd. It was new. Especially to the both of you. Seungcheol was just about to speak up again, voicing his opposition to you going out with the sketchy guy you met when you walked out and slammed the door on him.

His mouth hung ajar, disbelief spread all over his features. He scoffs, “Ugh, whatever.”

He turns to look at you again. You were by the dance floor now, the neon lights surrounding you. He always thought you were pretty whenever you two wouldn't be bickering until the day's end. Seeing you next to the lights, seeing you like this, it made his heart race a little. He blames it on the alcohol.

Seungcheol ignores the way the rest of his friends start teasing him. It was mostly Joshua and Jeonghan ganging up on him but it was teasing nonetheless. He rolled his eyes, shoving them off him when Jeonghan started giggling a little too close to his face. Sure, he thinks you look pretty, and sure, he doesn't deny that he did find you attractive when he first met you after the summer. That doesn't matter, though, right? Right?

So, what was this feeling festering in his heart when he saw another guy walk up to you and ask you for a dance?

Seungcheol watches as the anonymous guy takes your hand and graciously leads you to the dance floor. His friends would be dramatic and say that he glared daggers at the dude. To be fair, he was. Seungcheol wasn't going to admit to that, however. He crushes his cup in his hand, startling the rest of his group but leading to only more teasing from all of them. With a roll of his eyes, he decides to shift his attention elsewhere.

Your weight shifts from one foot to the other. Maybe situating yourself near the dance floor wasn't the best idea you ever got but you needed to search for Jiwoo in the sea of sweaty, horny, drunk people. What better option than to sit right next to the speaker? You mentally facepalm yourself when the neon lights blinded you from identifying anyone. You blink once. Twice.

Who is this stranger in front of you?

Alarms blare in your head, telling you to get away. Your grip tightens on your cup, anxiety filling your stomach. He notices your worried expression and immediately flashes a smile. "You don't come here often, do you? I'm Eungwang."

He extends a hand out to you, asking you to join him on the dance floor. You shyly follow him, his hand never leaving yours. He twirls you around, telling you to smile a little bit and relax. You could feel all eyes on you, the blinding neon lights and booming music slowly becoming unbearable with each passing second.

"You okay?" You nearly didn't hear Eungwang calling out your name. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" You did your best to shake your head no, breath stuck in your throat.

A worried look passes his eyes, the corners of his lips turning downwards. It was becoming too much. You knew you shouldn't have come to this party. Jiwoo just had to bring you along. Jiwoo... You still haven't found her. The pounding in your heart and ears were getting worse, getting louder. You twist your head, trying your best to scan the crowd for a glimpse of your best friend.

"Get your hands off of her," a more familiar voice speaks up. With wide eyes, you see Seungcheol with his hand on Eungwang's shoulder.

Without an answer, Seungcheol rips him away from you and grabs your wrist to pull you into a more open space. It was weird. You always thought Seungcheol's hands would be rough, yet his touch felt so light. It felt like feathers. It was almost as if he was afraid to break you in your state. If you weren't too occupied with panicking, maybe you would've been trying to fight your way out of his grip.

You hadn't even noticed. Within minutes, the two of you were seated in the front lawn. The cool air brushed your cheeks, slowly pulling you out of your trance. Seungcheol tosses you a water bottle which you catch with trembling fingers. You take a sip and let out a breath. With pursed lips, you turn to look at him.

"Sorry.”

"What for?"

"I probably ruined the mood, right?"

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands in his jacket pocket. "Whatever. The party was shit anyway. We should get you back to the dorm."

"But Jiwoo--"

"Your friend will be fine." He tosses his jacket to you. "Wear that. It's cold."

"I will not."

"Suits you." He snatches it out of your hands almost immediately. "Don't come crying to me when you get a cold."

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

You're sick.

You don't know if it's fate trying to trick you or something. Whatever it was, it definitely isn't funny. Thank goodness, it was still the weekend. You definitely would have lost it if you got sick in the middle of the week. Good news was Jiwoo got back to her own dorm safely because her roommates dragged her back. That made you feel a little better.

Swaddled in your blanket, you begin your travel to the faraway land of the living room where you met your roommate looking at you amusedly. You sent him the best glare you could muster with a bit of snot dripping down your face. He only snickered.

"I told you, you should've worn-"

"Shut it. I'd rather be sick than wear that sweaty jacket of yours."

"Oi!" He stands up, pointing at you who was rummaging through the fridge. "I'll have you know my jacket isn't at all sweaty and gross! I wash it often!"

You let out a snicker, taking some leftovers out of the fridge and shutting it close with your hips. Seungcheol drops his plate in the sink. He stares at you for a fleeting moment; your hair was a mess and there was a bit of snot running down your nose. Nonetheless, you were wrapped up tightly in your blanket that reached the floor. You peek your head to see what's playing on the TV when you see a familiar character.

"You watch...Link Clink?" You sniffle slightly, bringing your blanket back up to rest on your shoulders.

"Oh? You know this show?" Cute. He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.

"Yeah...It was on my watch list." You didn't think that he'd watch something like that. "Not like you need to know."

He rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your last comment. "You wanna watch it together sometime?"

What in the fuck? You don't know if it was your cold, if it was just the air conditioning or literal chills went down your spine at his offer. Maybe it was just the first option. Caught off guard, you stare at him. His eyebrow was raised at you while waiting for your response.

"Uhm...yeah, sure... why not?"

"Oh, yeah." He opens up a cabinet, your curious eyes following his form as he searches through the cupboard. He pulls out a green plastic and hands it over to you. "I figured you would get sick, so I bought some stuff this morning that could probably help."

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You weren't too sure but you thought you saw him blush a little. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, despite being your enemy, he was nice enough to buy you something. Though, it really was just a small cold.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Get some rest. Jiwoo will probably drop by here later."

"Yeah, okay."

“You’re telling me he took care of you while you were sick?”

“And you’re telling me you didn’t threaten him at all to take care of me while I was sick?”

Jiwoo takes a long sip of her bubble tea, taking her time to chew the pearls while you wait for an answer. She simply shakes her head no. You sigh.

“It’s not like he, like, took care of me. It was more of, like, he just made living together less of a living hell, I guess,” you state, taking your own sip of your tea.

“Less? What do you mean?”

“I mean, he still teased and taunted me. Like, he kept bringing his friends over. You know how loud all of them could get. Finished a bunch of my snacks even though they had my name on it. He broke my third favorite mug, too. One time, he placed my shit on top of the cabinet when he knew I couldn’t really reach it.”

You almost let out a laugh when you remember it.

“Awh, you need me in your life after all."

"Shut up, I can replace you with a step ladder."

"Too bad you won't. You love me too much."

You hadn’t even noticed the rosy pink that started to bloom on your cheeks and creep up to your ears. Jiwoo did, however, and would not let you live. Her eyes grew wide, dramatically placing her cup down. She shook you. A big grin was plastered on her face once you turned to look at her.

“Oh my goodness, it all makes sense now,” she cheered, enthusiastically shaking you around like a maraca. “You guys have been talking a lot lately… When I visited there was no sign of chaos anywhere.... And you were just giggling!”

“Giggling?”

“Giggling, Y/n, giggling! You!” she squeals. “Oh my god, you’re blushing! They’re blushing! Don’t tell me… you actually like him, do you?”

You let out a snort. “Me? Like him? Jiwoo, love, he makes my college life a lot less bearable. My petty ass won’t even let that go by, either. There’s no way I like that asshole.”

Okay, maybe you liked him a little bit.

It would be hard not to like a guy who stops in the middle of a walk just to pet some dogs he saw on the way. It would be hard to ignore the way he smiles whenever you see him with his friends. It was most definitely hard to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing at all when your drunk roommate, also known as your enemy, snuggled closer to you on your way to the couch.

“Seungcheol.” A groan. Try again.

“Seungcheol.” Same response. What is this bitch on?

“Choi Seungcheol.” A loud whine escapes his lips. “How much did you drink? You reek.”

“Just a lil’ bit,” he hiccuped, swaying back and forth on his feet. “We were having so much fun I didn’t even notice the time!”

You softly threw him onto the couch as he started to flail his arms. You rush to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He throws his arms around the pillows and tightly squeezes them as he starts babbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out. You hear something along the lines of peaches, weird foods they tried, and someone jumping into the pool. You smiled. They always were such a rowdy bunch. All 13 of them. You would know. They trashed your room once and ate your leftover ice cream.

“You look pretty.” You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You look just like my roomie, you know. They’re like-” A hiccup interrupts him. “They’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” he slurred.

“Oh? Is that so?” You make him sit up properly and hand the cup over to him. “Here, drink some of this.”

He gulps down the water. “You're really kind, too! Ah, just like Y/n~ But they have a little- no, no- a huge temper.” Oh, wow. The audacity. He giggles and you suppress the urge to smile. Failing, you laugh along with him, shaking your head.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you ass,” you say, slinging an arm around him to try and get him up. “Why are you so damn heavy?”

“Because of my love~ for Y/n~!”

“Why are you cheesy when you’re drunk-”

You finally arrive at his room, which took a lot longer than expected because of dragging a very intoxicated Seungcheol around who would not stop trying to cuddle you. You struggle to open his door, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, you let him crawl onto his own bed, turning around to leave.”

“Get some sleep.”

A hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. He pulls you closer. You lose your balance. Oh look, now you're on top of him. You hold your breath. You try to push yourself away from him but to no avail. You were trapped.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” He croaked out, quickly leaning up to peck you on the lips.

“You kissed?!”

“Shh! Joo, not so loud!” Your eyes darted around the area, several heads turned to look your and Jiwoo’s way. “Everyone’s looking at us. I don’t even know what to say, Joo. I haven’t seen him at all for the past few days.” “You haven’t seen him or you’re avoiding him?” She raised a skeptical brow at you, popping some food in her mouth. She points one of her chopsticks at you with a big grin that makes you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “I think… you’re just avoiding him.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do when-” you lower your volume, casting your eyes to the ground. “I’m not finishing that sentence. Argh!” You hide your face in your hands, Jiwoo’s thrilled laughter coming from beside you.

You spent the following week trying to evade Seungcheol’s presence. You’ve been getting out of the dorm far earlier than you used to and he could never catch you anywhere. He seemed more than eager to talk to you nowadays, usually looking for you in the hallways or trying to spot a glimpse of you in your favorite spots. The library, the boba place, outside your classes. Nothing. It always seemed like you were one step faster than he was, one second too late for him.

He went around the campus grounds one last time. He even asked his friends if he’s seen you to which they replied with skeptical looks for fair reasons. He even tried to ask your friend, Jiwoo, to no avail. He retreats back to the dorm in defeat. His shoulders slumped over as he fished the keys out of his pocket. The door clicks and he becomes visibly confused. He still has his keys in his hand. The door opens wide and Seungcheol yelps, faced with none other than the roommate he was looking for.

Without thinking, he grabs a hold of your wrist as you go to shut the door on him. You snap yourself out of your thoughts from that night. "You're coming with me."

"What the fuck?" You tug your wrist back. His grip only tightens. "Yah! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I'm going to miss the next episode of-"

"Mmm, don't really care."

"Tch." You look down, suddenly ashamed of your get-up. He opens his car door for you. "Did Jiwoo put you up to this?"

Seungcheol smiles. Your heart... Did it skip a beat? Woah. Maybe he actually doesn't look too bad when he's not being a dick to you. Maybe he actually, dare you say it, looks cute when the two of you aren't at each other's throats every 5 seconds. You reluctantly get in, buckling your seatbelt while you wait for him to start up the car.

You look out the window, appreciating the beauty of the night. It's serene. It was still pretty bright with all the lights and buildings yet it looked beautiful. You opted not to speak to Seungcheol for the rest of the drive. You still didn't even know why he dragged you out of your room. You don't even know why you actually got in his car.

Realization hits you.

You're in his car. Seungcheol's car. You willingly got into Seungcheol's car. A small gasp leaves your lips, calling his attention.

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him. "Uh, no... No, I'm fine." The car suddenly holts, snapping you out of your daze. 7/11. Your eyebrows furrow. What?

"You dragged me out of my room... to go to 7/11? This late at night?" you asked, disbelief laced in your tone. He only chuckles at you, getting out of the car while leaving you bewildered and still strapped to your seat.

"Technically, it's like morning but sure." You unbuckle the seatbelt and step out, the cold breeze hitting your skin. Right, you still looked like a mess in the middle of a crisis. "I owe you ice cream since Soonyoung couldn't control himself the other day."

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of why he decided to be nice to you today. Before you could open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you, "This is just so you won't bitch about your lost ice cream."

"Hey!" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He picks up a few items and checks them out, you follow behind him like a lost puppy. "I thought we were just getting ice cream... why are you-"

"Can you just enjoy this quiet we have right now?" That made you shut up for the rest of the night. Not really. You started complaining about the cold a few minutes later while he laughed at your misery.

"Your fault for not bringing a coat, idiot."

"You fuckin- You dragged me out here!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "The audacity of this bitch, I swear."

Now sitting outside the 7/11, you rub your arms in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up. Not much luck. He slams a cup of instant ramen in front of you. You jumped slightly at the noise and he sent you a sheepish grin. "Enjoy, loser." You stick your tongue out at him yet pick up the cup nonetheless.

A sizzle breaks the silence between the both of you. He has a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he teases you with the sight of the can of beer. He tosses one in your direction. You caught it, thankfully. You take a sip after opening it, letting out a content sigh. You searched your brain for something to say to fill the silence. It wasn't exactly everyday you get to sit quietly under the night sky on a school night with your worst enemy.

“I...uh... also wanted to apologize if I weirded you out while I was shit-faced drunk that one time. I didn’t- the words… they just slipped out,” he says.

“That’s it?” you ask. “You don’t remember anything else?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I don’t remember anything other than babbling nonsense. Why? Did I do something?” Your cheeks flare up, memories flooding back in that you’ve tried so hard to avoid. He stops and looks at you, noticing how you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Your eyes were trained on something else, your cheeks burning crimson. He blinks once, twice, trying to recollect the events of that night. All he remembers was you pissed and greeting him at the door, muttering some embarrassing shit, and being dropped onto his bed. Everything else was a blur.

“We should… Let’s get going. It’s getting really late,” you say, turning your head so you’d stop staring. The two of you finish up your ramen and drinks, heading back to Seungcheol’s car after discarding the trash.

On the way home, he recalls a few memories. The day you first met, the time you embarrassed him in front of the whole 8th grade, the time he gave you an oreo cookie filled with toothpaste. A good trip down memory lane later, the two of you were laughing obnoxiously in the wee hours of the morning. The laughter dies down as Seungcheol unlocks your dorm door.

“Come to think of it, why are we enemies again? We didn’t really do too much to hate each other,” you say, removing your shoes by the door.

“Do we hate each other?” You shrug. He laughs. “Why don’t we start over then? We’re not too different, apparently.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Seungcheol.”

You gaze lingers on it for a few seconds. You never thought you’d be doing this ever. You look up at him and back at his hand. There’s a chance you’ll regret your next move but you doubt you will.

With a simple, soft kiss, everything felt like it changed yet stayed the same. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a simple gift from the universe as a sorry for everything the two of you went through together. Seungcheol was frozen in his spot, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulled you closer. His memories start getting clearer. He slowly pieces together what happened that night. You pull away with a grin, completely red in the face.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Seungcheol’s worst nightmare.”

“Is that what I get for making you suffer in silence when I couldn’t remember anything?”

“Oh, so you remember now? Damn, you really are old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, it is.”

For the second time that night, you kissed.

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i was curious how the DR (( nagito, hajime, makoto, rantaro, shuichi, chihiro, byakuya, izuru, kazuichi, & kiibo if that’s okayyahdsh sorry)) & AOT guys would react if their s/o who is selectively clingy w certain people kinda back off suddenly because they just feel.. embarrassed?? like when they were a kid people reacted negatively to their clinginess and would ignore them for it. and they just feel so dumb to show emotion & showing their clinginess? and they feel like they’re being a bother and being annoying too... & suddenly just feel like closing off from the world lol? i’ve been feeling like this recently and i’d love to see what they’d do if that’s possible please!! thank you so much!!

hi anon !! i’m this way too dw HWKWBWN

i hope it’s alright that i only did the danganronpa boys and eren, armin, jean, + levi but if you want i’ll def redo it later with more of the boys !! i’m really sorry today has been a wicked long day for me bc of doctor appointments and i have to write an email to my principal of my school because of a certain incident so i’ve been a little stressed with that and report cards coming up </3

- mod rantaro ✧･ﾟ: *✧

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MAKOTO NAEGI

- he can completely understand

- he’d make sure everyone left you alone and he’d let you stay in his dorm during the day and night

- he’d love the clingyness please

- he wouldn’t even get annoyed with it either

- if you thought you were annoying him he’d be so panicky

- waving his arms everywhere while frantically telling you how much he enjoys your company

- he’d be so mad at the people who told you you’re annoying

- constant reassurance- headpats, hugs, light kisses on your face, and lots of hand holding

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BYAKUYA TOGAMI

- he might act a bit annoyed, but as soon as he sees your insecure about coming off as annoying he softens right up

- he’d make sure no one messes with you because he can be quite intimidating

- he stays by your side all the time in public

- he would mention how he enjoys having you around him and he’s delighted that you’re so comfortable around him

- in public hed let you hold onto his elbow if you’re feeling like you don’t belong in a conversation and if you got really uncomfortable hed leave right now away

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CHIHIRO FUJISAKI

- he gets so flustered when you cling to him

- he loves it when you’re sitting right near him while he’s working on a computer

- he gets all smiley please he’s just too cute

- every so often he’ll turn his head away from the screen and plant a little kiss on your cheek to show that he’s not ignoring you

- i think he’d rather just hang out with you in each other’s dorms during freetime instead of socializing anyways

- he’d like teaching you little programming things

- he’s worried he might bore you so he programs something to your interests

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KAZUICHI SODA

- HED LOVE THE ATTENTION

- he’d literally never get tired of it bc he can be quite clingy as well

- lots and lots of affection

- he’d love it if you stayed with him while he worked on something

- he’d love showing off and showing you how to do mechanic things

- hed literally YELL at anyone who calls you annoying

- he could never even think for a second you’re annoying or too clingy

- he’d bop someone on a head with a wrench for you <3

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NAGITO KOMAEDA

- omg please.

- nagito would feel like he wouldn’t deserve your clingyness

- he’d tell you that over and over again too

- he’d watch his words carefully to not say something that may offend you

- he wouldn’t even mind that you’re clingy, sometimes he might get a little like “woah this is a lot of affection for me and i’m not used to it” and may accidentally distance himself for a short time but would recognize that he did that and remembers that you need someone and hed apologize and would never leave you alone again

- he’d smother you with affection right back

- he thinks you’re more deserving of affection than he is, so he gives back the same energy

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HAJIME HINATA

- tsundere hajime would be so like 🤨🤨🤨

- he wouldn’t know how to respond at first but he’d warm up quickly because he also likes the attention

- all the affection makes him feel so,,, special

- he loves it even though he may need a break once in a while, due to his stress

- he never ever even thinks of you as annoying and will argue with someone who thinks you are

- like a full on argument

- he’d always tell you how much he values your quality time

- he might sometimes accidentally mirror your actions and “cling” a bit too by subconsciously draping his arm over you when your next to him or always being able to find your hand while walking together

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IZURU KAMUKURA

- he’d be so confused on why you’re clinging to him, since he’s not a very touchy person

- he’d ask you this too and he’d understand that he’s special because you aren’t like this with everyone

- he’d do anything for you to make you feel more comfortable about being a clingy person and he explains to you that it’s not your fault you’re like this and to not get mad at yourself because it’s a normal feeling that lots of people go through

- he’d always have a hand holding yours or an arm around your shoulder

- he’d think it’s very endearing that you’re clingy

- so much quality time spent together finding random things to keep each other occupied

- sometimes he can feel exhausted or just drained and will just flop himself onto you and just lay in your lap and let out a big sigh and literally lay there forever

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RANTARO AMAMI

- he’d also enjoy it quite a lot

- he’d always offer for you to tag along if he’s going somewhere but he never wants you to feel out of place

- he’d literally welcome all the affection pls

- he’d literally go “aww” at it too

- he’d feel so content when he has your attention

- rantaro supremacy

- okay why do i think he’d ruffle your hair as a way of intimacy too

- BIG WARM LONG HUGS

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SHUICHI SAIHARA

- flustered emo detective

- he’d hide his face a bit when he receives a lot of attention because it gets him so blushy

- he’d be a little hesitant but,,, lots of pecks on the lips

- he’d also never even dream about calling you clingy or annoying because it could make you upset

- he wants you to be content and comfortable so he’ll always let you be near him

- play with his hair while he works on a case i’m ajsjkabssk

- he’d immediately feel less stressed and worked up

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KIIBO

- oh boy

- he always loves the clingyness because it helps him understand humans better

- he likes seeing all the different types of affection that you can give and will remember it and test it out on you later

- he like offers you little things for hanging out with him

- he’ll give you a flower for just being near him please he’s just too <333

- “y/n! thank you for your time today. i collected valuable data, now saved to my memory bank and it also let me get to know you better. i think it would’ve been a bit rude that you did not benefit from this so i hope you accept this flower as a sign of my graditude and as a thank you for being an extraordinary s/o.”

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EREN JEAGER

- also a bit confused

- why do you want to cling to him ?? he can get violent and loud sometimes ??

- he might be hesitant to accept the affection but would warm up

- he would be very,,, quiet while receiving affection

- like he becomes so focused on that

- will fight anyone who thinks you’re annoying

- when he finds out you’re really only like this around him he’s so shocked but honored

- he’d try his best to make you happy and comfortable

- he’d love love love holding hands

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ARMIN ARLERT

- bae would be shy shy

- he’d be so scared to mess up

- he’d literally freeze the first time he gets affection and would melt right into it

- like just pull him into a tight hug for the first time and he’d just freeze and go

- “y/n.... i-i really like this. can we stay like this for a bit? please?” and would hug you back tightly

- then he gets used to it

- he welcomes all the affection and he smiles widely whenever you go to him and he tries to hide it

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JEAN KIRSTEIN

- he’d try his absolute hardest to make you happy and would cling right back

- he’d be flustered and try to act tough at the same time akshakue

- i think he’d like tracing his fingers around your back and arms

- big hugs

- you have to let go first on hugs, he never lets go [hes scared he might loose you]

- gets a little nervous and panicky if you aren’t being your usual clingy self

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LEVI ACKERMAN

- he wouldn’t really respond

- he’d let you cling onto him and will let you follow him around

- he’d warm up to it very slowly

- and one day randomly returns the affection

- i think he’d like little kisses on the knuckles or hands

- he wouldnt get annoyed because he’s one of the only ones who’s treated this way by you so he wouldnt want to hurt your feelings

- if you did get insecure he would give reassurance by a kiss and a “pep talk”

- won’t tolerate anyone calling you annoying

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