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lovesick-desires · 2 years

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Idia Shroud Yandere Alphabet

Requested by me cause I’m coping after rolling 153 times for Suitor Idia and not getting him-

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, cyberstalking (cameras, tracking device, etc), mention of non-con, murder, biting, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, drugging, verbal abuse, death, stockholm syndrome, mentions of emotional abuse

If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, please do not read under the cut!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

❥ Idia is a social outcast so he is definitely not the best at showing his love. He usually does through love bites and cuddles or pulling you into his lap as he’s playing video games.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

❥ He’s not the biggest fan of blood. He usually finds other ways of getting rid of people in his way that don’t involve murder.

❥ However, if he feels the need to get messy, he will get very messy.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

❥ He would not treat you poorly and try his best to keep you happy.

❥ However, if you are being a brat, he might mock you for a failed escape attempt once in a while:

“Can’t get out? There’s no cheat code for you here, darling. Hehehe!”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

❥ He would never do anything against their will sexually as he has his morals in that department.

❥ However, he would definitely take your right in anything else (seeing friends, going outside, etc.)

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

❥ Idia is fully aware you could try and manipulate him to escape so he keeps his guard up at first once he first kidnapped you.

❥ However, over time, he would put his guard down and fully trust you if you behave well enough.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

❥ Not surprised. He understands you are scared as he is very aware what he is doing is wrong but just doesn’t care.

❥ If you keep starting fights with him, he will get agitated:

“Stop trying to pick fights with me. It’s like a level one player fighting a level 100 boss! It’s just annoying…”

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

❥ Of course not, he doesn’t want to have to go outside if he doesn’t have to, especially to chase you! He’s not the most physically active person.

❥ Besides, he genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy with him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

❥ If you were to escape the room and make him chase you down or smash his gaming equipment, he would be enraged. You would watch as his hair turns from a soft blue to a blazing orange as he berates you for your behavior.

❥ After he realizes what he did or sees you start sobbing out of fear, he almost instantly calms down and tries to comfort you:

“H-Hey! I-I’m sorry! P-Please don’t cry! Calm down, my charisma stats aren’t high enough for this s-side quest!”

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

❥ This man’s bar is literally on the floor. He just wants you and him to be happy together. That’s it. Also no kids, he doesn’t want to have kids.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

❥ Oh boy, does he get jealous?! Of course he does!

❥ He is probably one of the most jealous yanderes in TWST (besides Riddle and Vil).

❥ One day, he was watching through the various cameras around NRC that he has hacked into only to watch you hug and laugh with those two first years, Ace and Deuce.

❥ This guy is fucking jealous as all hell. He wished he could talk to you like that. He watches his screen in jealously as he mumbles to himself:

“Hell, if only I had the charisma stats to talk to them like that… Ugh, this is so rigged…”

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

❥ If he has not kidnapped you, he is very shy and prefers to watch from the shadows. This man has 0 social skills.

❥ If he has kidnapped you, he is more chill around you since by then he gets to know you better.

❥ As I’ve said, he is not the best at showing his love, especially with words. So he tends to make things for you with his skills like little robots and stuff like that.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

❥ Oh boy, he was a flustered mess we he went to talk to you for the first time. Towards the end of the convo, he almost had his head in his hands to hide his face.

❥ After a while of talking to you, he tends to get more comfortable with you, making him even more obsessed with you.

❥ After preparing a script that Ortho helped him write and everything, he asks you out. He is a flustered stuttering mess through the whole thing.

❥ If you accept him, he is so shocked he might faint! Were his stats finally high enough from all the discussions he had with you?! He is over the moon!

"W-Wait, for real? Y-You said yes?! O-Oh wow, I-I-I... *incoherent gibberish*"

❥ If you reject him, however, he is a sad boy. He doesn't act and kidnap you right away since he knows that will create suspicion. He is good at stealth missions in games so he knows the tactics he has to play.

❥ He waits for the word that you rejected him to die out after the next few weeks before finding you alone without your little companion, Grim, and snatches you up before you even notice it.

❥ You probably should have taken note to the funny smell coming from your water bottle before you drank from it. You hear a voice before you pass out to the floor of the Ramshackle dorm:

"Hehehe, mission complete."

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

❥ Not really, he's the same hermit otaku just a little more creepy.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

❥ He doesn't believe in punishment because he doesn't think it changes anything and only instills fear into his darling. He might get mad and yell but immediately apologize afterwards.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

❥ Everything. Seeing friends, going outside, everything. Good luck trying to convince him to lessen his leash because he would probably only tighten it.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

❥ He knows patience is key and that he shouldn't rush through this. Getting you is not a time sensitive mission to him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

❥ If you try to leave, just know you aren't getting far.

❥ Even if you "successfully" escape, you probably aren't aware of the chip he got put in between your shoulder blades under your skin. Don't worry, he will be with you soon.

❥ The only possible way out is death, either his or your own. Trust me, you aren't gonna be able to kill him, especially since he knows magic and you won't. Also this man like doesn't sleep so good luck trying to kill him when he is "asleep". ❥ If you die, he would never forgive himself and probably never get over your death, especially if it was by something he could prevent. It would eat him up inside.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

❥ At first, yes. He would quickly realize after kidnapping you he should have prepared better. What if someone found out he took you? What if someone saw him take you?! He is full of paranoia

❥ After a while, his guilt subsides after realizing there is no backing out of this mission.

❥ Oh and trust me, he will never let you go. This man is dependent on you for a majority of his happiness.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

❥ Being a shut-in and watching others develop friendships and relationships made him jealous until he saw you and it all clicked. He needed you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

❥ Please don't cry and scream as Idia does not like loud noises. He understands you are scared and he tries his best to calm you down:

"H-Hey! P-Please don't scream! I-I'm not gonna hurt you!"

❥ If you try and isolate yourself, he understands. He knows you are scared but doesn't mind if you don't speak much since he is an introvert.

❥ If he has not kidnapped you and you keep avoiding him, he gets worried about you and starts stalking your social media to see if he can find any sort of vent posts about something bugging you.

❥ He might even reach out to you via text and ask you what's going on.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

❥ He is more of a non-confronting yandere. He avoids fights and arguments at as cost. He does not know how to fight or even talk his way out of an argument.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❥ You could exploit his kindness after he starts to let his guard down but you might already be attached to him since he has only wanted the best for you, right?

Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?

❥ No. Point blank no. He refuses to lay a harmful hand on you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

❥ He's shy about it to you but inside, he loves you so much. He would do anything he possibly could to make you love him just as much as he loves you. ANYTHING.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

❥ If you treat him like utter shit while he has you in his loving care, he will snap after so many hits to his mental health from you. He will only resort to verbal and emotional abuse, but never physical.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

❥ Probably not unless you snap from being devoid of the outside world. He tries his best to make you happy, he really does.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,761 Words

Summary: After losing Blood Moon, Sun and Moon return home only to find someone later that night in the daycare.

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Amputation, Trauma, Betrayal, Gun, Shooting, Seizure, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.

That Damn Tails Plushie

Sun sighed, they were home. Moon was still angry and so was Sun to a degree but Sun also understood why Blood Moon would run. They were now scared of the power Sun held, so running made sense.

Sun let Moon continue complaining about Blood Moon’s disappearance. Moon was riled up, hopefully he’d calm down soon enough.

“Teleportation!?” Moon huffed, seemingly ending his rage.

“I know, Moon.” Sun agreed.

“Ugh, fine. I’m going to sleep. This shit of chasing him down is annoying as hell. He could be in Canada by now with how long we were searching.” Moon huffed.

“Yeah, sleeping sounds good.” Sun yawned and followed Moon up to their rooms, bidding his brother goodnight as well as Solar charging in the corner. Sun laid down in his bed and plugged in to charge, falling asleep relatively easy.

Sun woke up to a loud sound in the daycare and ran out to see Moon was still sleeping deeply as was Solar. Cautious, Sun went down on Moon’s old fly wire to see what the sounds were.

The sounds were coming from behind the security desk and Sun grabbed Moon’s gun he’d intended to use on Blood Moon to investigate. It sounded oddly like the medical box was being rummaged through.

Sun slowly peeled behind the desk and stopped stock still. Blood Moon sat on the ground behind the security desk, packing gauze into the stump of his left leg and wrapping it tightly with an ace wrap, hiccuping and shaking with undoubtedly blood loss and pain.

The black and red bot was littered with injuries, cuts everywhere and gouges taken from his other leg, including a deep cut through his Achilles tendon. Their right arm was barely hanging on from what it looked like bandaged up with gauze.

Sun stared in horror and dropped the gun, which startled Blood Moon, who slowly looked up as he was caught, eyes wide and a terrified look on his face.

It was tense for a moment, Sun horrified at the sight of his severely injured little brother and Blood Moon terrified at being caught by someone while seemingly raiding their emergency kit to patch himself the best he could.

But it seemed Blood Moon cracked first, tears spilling over his face and looking back down, seemingly ashamed of himself. Sun felt a pang of concern for Blood Moon. They had fights, sure, but Sun didn’t want his little brother to be hurt like this.

“We’re sorry, we needed medical supplies and cannot get anywhere else.” Blood Moon apologized, voice almost heartbreakingly scared. Sun knelt down with them, careful holding Blood Moon’s good hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I can take care of it. Okay?” Sun promised, letting his teary brother nod to him and sniffle as Sun gently began taking over the process and bandaging the rest of the wounds his poor little brother had.

“What happened to you?” Sun asked softly as he worked on the ace wrap, redoing it on Blood Moon’s stump of a left leg.

“That damned little fox. It set a trap for us! Sent us to a cage full of wolves that ripped us apart. He betrayed us. We thought we could trust him!” Blood Moon explained to him.

“They just kept ripping and tearing things off! We tried screaming but it didn’t work, nothing did! We tried to get away but we didn’t until we played dead! Everything hurt so bad and our leg was gone and almost our arm too! We tried…We tried…” Blood Moon broke down into sobs and was shaking like a leaf as Sun gently hugged them into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, Blood Moon. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.” Sun promised, rubbing gently over their back and letting Blood Moon calm in his arms, hiccuping and clutching to him with his good arm.

It seemed they were truly traumatized, this couldn’t be acting with how desperately Blood Moon was clinging to Sun, shaking and crying. They wouldn’t play up something like this nor would they purposefully injure themself to garner attention. They wouldn’t be so truly terrified when they’d gotten caught.

“Don’t make us go back, please. We’re scared.” Blood Moon whispered in his other voice. Ah, right, there were two in one body.

“You two aren’t going back. You can stay here. You can be safe here. You can have a family, a bed, a life.” Sun offered.

“P-Please.” Blood Moon whispered, sniffling and trying to calm down. Sun gently pulled back and held their blood spattered face, gently wiping it off with a rag and Blood Moon gave a watery smile for him.

“There’s my little brothers.” Sun smiled, which made Blood Moon smile more genuinely, a soft, happy look on their face.

Sun realized it was the first time they’d been treated truly gently, truly without any kind of deal or exploitation or being used. It made Sun happy to know this genuine affection and care had come from him.

Sun didn’t catch it from the side of his eye but someone passed by, grabbing the gun from the ground. Sun didn’t see them until he spotted Moon from the other side of the security desk, gun raised.

Sun couldn’t even get a word out before the gun fired and Blood Moon’s look of happiness faded as he choked up blood, looking down in horror at his chest. Sun saw blood splattered onto his chest from Blood Moon’s as Blood Moon struggled to breathe, grabbing his chest as the delayed pain came on.

“Got him.” Moon told Sun proudly. Sun quickly snapped from shock and glared as Moon as he quickly scanned the wound, a bullet right through one of Blood Moon’s lungs. Sun put gauze and light pressure to the wound to stem the blood flow and grabbed the emergency oxygen machine, putting the mask onto Blood Moon’s face and turning it on to make him breathe still.

“You fucking ASSHOLE!” Sun yelled at Moon, shaking with rage as he tried to keep the gauze over the entrance and exit wounds to keep them from being exposed to the air.

“You saw me down here with him! You saw me taking care of him! Does he look like he can hurt anyone!?” Sun seemed to simply snap with rage.

It could’ve been just the disregard of the situation Moon had or it could’ve been the stress lately. But Sun finally came undone at seeing Blood Moon getting shot when the black and red bot was finally beginning to see change as a good thing sent him off the handle.

“Sun, we agreed-“ Moon began.

“I don’t care what the fuck we agreed! Fuck what we agreed! Screw the fucking plan! They came for medical supplies! They came for a safe place to treat their fucking wounds! Not to be shot at when they were finally accepting help! That little rat you killed sent them to their death and they barely survived, they came here terrified! They were scared to see me when they weren’t even doing anything wrong! They don’t deserve to be shot at and they don’t deserve to be treated like they’re some monster! They needed help, not to be given even more injuries!”

Sun couldn’t stop the word vomit of pure fury he had in this situation. Moon looked between them, horror growing on his face when he saw Blood Moon’s missing leg in specific.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Moon gasped, eyes widening as he saw all the injuries.

“Yeah, exactly. All those are from that damn fox thing. It sent them into a trap, wolves ripped them apart.” Sun watched Blood Moon as he huffed and struggled the oxygen, groaning in pain as his eyes rolled back into his head, body shaking more and convulsing.

“Hands off!” Moon pulled Sun’s hands away and he carefully put Blood Moon onto his side into a recovery position, fingers careful getting frothy saliva from Blood Moon’s mouth once the seizing stopped.

“What’s happening?” Sun asked, voice a little scared. Would Blood Moon life past something like that in the state he was in?

“He had a seizure, probably from shock and blood loss. I need to get him upstairs and fix what I can. I need you to go wake up Solar.” Moon told him, sending Sun off.

Sun immediately ran upstairs to Solar, waking him up by shaking his arms.

“Huh? What?” Solar asked.

“Okay, Blood Moon is good. Moon told me to wake you up. I think he needs help fixing Blood Moon. He got mauled by wolves.” Sun quickly explained.

“Oh shit.” Solar groaned, unplugging from his charger and getting up, stretching and cracking his joints into functional order as Moon came up on his fly wire with Blood Moon in his arms, landing on the balcony. “Fucking hell!?” Solar exclaimed upon seeing just how injured Blood Moon was.

“In my room, now.” Moon dragged Solar into his room and Sun paced waiting. He was so worried about his little brothers. Sure, the gunshot was near the top of the list of worries but the lost leg was even more worrying, the blood loss.

It was sunrise before Moon and Solar came out, Moon carrying Blood Moon, who was awake and somewhat aware. Blood Moon’s eyes flashed red and pink upon seeing Sun and lit up with joy.

“We were able to fix everything but his right arm. It was numb and grey by the time we tried to fix it so we had to amputate it. The computer is working on prosthetics for him. For right now, he has guards on his connectors we put in so don’t cut or stab yourself on them.” Moon warned as he gently sat Blood Moon onto the couch, where Sun practically collapsed to hug Blood Moon.

Get stabbed or not, Sun was going to hug his little brothers. Blood Moon cuddled against him and grabbed on tight with their left arm, their remaining one until the prosthetics were finished.

“I told you, you’re safe here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Sun promised.

“We’re home.” Blood Moon whispered, eyes slowly shutting now that they were comfortable and relaxed, melting into the warmth Sun offered and Sun freely offered it.

Moon and Solar sat beside the two cuddling on the couch, making sure both of them were okay as the two waited for the prosthetics to be done to attach them.

Truly, Blood Moon was home. Sun would make sure of it.

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moonlightcrusader · 1 year

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MY SUPER MARIO MOVIE REVIEW (SPOILERS AHEAD)

Okay, so I have finally composed myself and I will say…man…the Mario movie was fun!

My overall review is its very funny, full of heart and the animation is gorgeous. There’s a lot of unexpected scenes that I found heartwarming and added to the characters/ plot.❤️

However…that being said…the pacing and script is my main concern. I know they have to fit a large chunk of lore for a good runtime, but there isn’t much development.

“But Moon, mario wasn’t all about story” I know, but a movie provides a chance to add story at a cinematic level.

Expanding the world and if not that the characters. If anything, I do not mind the simple plot. Mario needs to save Luigi and work alongside Princess Peach to defeat Bowser. Perfect.

However. I would have really liked more expanded characters. But I will elaborate below because that’s not my only critique.

Beyond here will be spoilers, read at your own risk!! My blog will start reposting/ talking about spoilers from here and now since it’s officially out!

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CONS/ WHAT I WISH IT HAD MORE OF:

-I wish the bros got more screen time. Their chemistry and brotherly love was amazing, and I was itching to see more of them together.🥺

-that fight at the end with Bowser tho WAS EPIC! But Luigi was super underutilized omg… I really thought he was gonna have another role in the movie. I think they missed out on the side characters having more of a role or even a conversation…

-Speaking of which, idk, I found Lumalee kind of annoying. I know it’s probably going to set up a future movie…but I thought at least we would get some insight as to why the Luma was captured, why it hates living so much, idk….lol. But I did love the voice of Lumalee, super cute :)

-characterization. Apart from Mario and a LITTLE of luigi, and DK, the rest felt bland… I feel like bowser could have been more fleshed out (but don’t get me wrong, I loved how he had a crush on peach, his song and planned on marrying her. AHHH I LOVED IT) toad could have been more fleshed out. What are his goals at least? Not every character has to have an internal conflict, but he just felt…there. And what a shame because hes charming!

-okay guys, but peachs characterization. I’m sorry, this deserves its own post, so I will hyperlink it here when I finishing writing that, but omg yeah I am not quite attached to her portrayal yet😅 what a shame too because I love her so much…

-wish we spent some more time getting to know Mario’s family😭

-not a fleshed out ending. Hoped that peach would have reacted being on earth, maybe a montage of Brooklyn adjusting to having this pipe that leads to another world. What was the cities response overall when it came to cleanup? I know they have HAD to had some questions why a huge gorilla with a tie was there…and talking! Lol…

now… drumroll please…

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POSITIVES/ WHAT I FREAKIN LOVEDDDDD:

-Mario. Omg they freakin ACED Mario. His character flaws, his goals, aspirations, internal conflict, personality, everything I headcanoned/ hoped for. He’s a goofball who loves adventure, plumbing and loves his family. His determination, stubbornness, (RIZZ HE GOT THAT RIZZ!!!) and charm. Ugh. That affirms it. He’s my fav. I wanted to hug him through the screen many times SO BAD!!!🥺❤️

-luigi and Mario’s brotherly love/chemistry. Omg. The flashback of them as babies and when Mario was cupping Luigi’s face and almost crying out of relief. Like omg omg I’m so happy to that attention to detail😭🥺❤️ they love each other so much it’s just… *chefs kiss* I’m hoping for future movies we get more brotherly scenes, I’m still waiting for that piggyback ride🫶❤️

-baby peach. I just…I wasn’t expecting it. She was so cute and the fact that the toads just adopted her and raised her as their own tells goes sweet they are. 🥹 I’m so glad we got some of a backstory for her! But Omg…she was someone’s child then! :o I love lore…

-bowsers singing and the song peaches is a legit masterpiece. If my man don’t make a song like this and doesn’t sing it with that much enthusiasm I don’t want him!!😤😤😂💞but yep Jack black was awesome hehe he had me dying of laughter and he was super intimidating as Bowser!! He understood the assignment 💅🏼

-which reminds me. I love the plot of Bowser wanting to marry Peach and getting jealous of Mario. I wish we got Mario’s reaction of peach wearing the wedding dress tho I don’t think it really hit him that Bowser was trying to marry Peach…

- speaking of which…Mareach! We got a few cute scenes!! Nothing major, but I see that they are making it a slow burn romance 😏😂 okay, I can wait! While I wish we got more scenes, I loved how DK called out Mario’s attempts at flirting, Peach calling him adorable when he had his cat suit🥺🥺 and her giggles when Mario promises to buy her a pet turtle if she comes to Brooklyn. That was so freakin cute!!!❤️❤️🥹 you can tell Mario likes her, and peach has a fondness for him :)))

-CAT MARIO WAS SO ADORABLE DID YOU SEE WHEN HE BEAT DONKEY KONG HE WAS KNEEDING ON HIM LIKE A CAT WOULD AHHHHH-

-the animation and the storyboarding. Everything art related. The score. I wanted to fly when I heard bowsers theme. I wanted to cry seeing the beautifully crafted action scenes and I can’t wait to see the storyboards 😭❤️ illumination went all the way!!! Also the character design!!! I love all of their designs!!!

-the pop songs were a nice touch and the humor was great. :3

-SEEING MARIOS FAMILY AND THE FACT THAT CHARLES PLAYS THEIR DAD IS SO ADORABLE AND AWESOME I WAS FREAKIN FANGIRLING!!!

-also like I headcanoned THEIR MAMA IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!! No wonder they came out as sweet incredible boys 🥺🧡

-the soundtrack man. They were cooking up in the studio I’m telling you!!! I heard it’s on Spotify now so I’m gonna be listening to it lol

-luigi is so precious but I wish HE HAD MORE SCREENTIME

-DK and Mario’s relationship give me rowdy sibling vibes and I’m here for it

-I love how they can travel from Brooklyn to mushroom kingdom through the pipe, at first I thought it was a star VS the forces of evil thing and the worlds merged until I realized the ending… XD

-I loved all the voices!! I think everyone did an amazing job, I heard a few inconsistencies throughout the movie but meh, everyone seemed excited for their roles!!!🧡🫶

If I can think of anything else I will add, but yeah, I think I had higher expectations for the movie😅 I think if it had a bit more time to flesh out characters, it would have been SUPER great. I loved all the references inside the movie, you can tell it was crafted with passion and love❤️ it was a very fun experience and of course the BRAINROT increased💞

Of course, this is my personal opinions and such, if you have a different one, that's fine! This is just what I would liked to see/ what I thought would have been better in the movie. That’s all!! :3

#moonlightcrusader #mario #Mareach #super Mario movie #super Mario movie review #luigi #mario and luigi #bowser #toad #princess peach

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lovetals · 2 years

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coming out as asexual

synopsis: you and diluc aren’t dating despite it being somewhat obvious that you like each other, yet there’s something holding you back. not wanting to stop yourself any longer, you finally come out

character: diluc

deets: fluff, he accepts you dw :), diluc is ace btw (canon) /hj

notes: hehe, happy pride month! i wasn’t planning to make this my first post/story, but i don’t mind Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ. plus, i’ve been wanting to try this idea myself since i’m also asexual!! i can’t make the ending work for me so it kinda falls flat 😓 ah, well, if i ever find a way to improve it i’ll just edit it ^^ also, diluc feels way too ooc for me, sorry about that ugh (⇀‸↼‶)

❀ it’s beginning to grow dark as diluc walks you home, a gesture he’s repeated for months. you definitely don’t mind being able to spend more time with the man with your crush on him only growing bigger and worse. once, his hand brushed against yours on accident and you let out a squeak out of surprise and happiness

❀ for so long you’ve wanted to confess to diluc, to finally have the opportunity to call him yours, but there was just too much holding you back

❀ the main one? you being asexual

❀ it wasn’t common to find someone that fit the definition, making it a rather obscure label to the public. many times you’ve met people that would reply with “what’s that?” when you would come out. the question wasn’t what annoyed you, really, it was their response after your explanation

❀ “oh, you just haven’t met the right one, yet.” “give it time, you’ll feel like that one day.” “you’re just confused.”

❀ yeah… you stopped coming out not long after

❀ it contributed towards your hesitation to come out to diluc, constantly you’d wonder how he would react. was he just like them and would pass it off as you just being confused? maybe he’ll roll his eyes and ignore you?

❀ these thoughts plagued your mind often and would even slither their way in during your time with the redhead, who noticed

❀ “(first name)? is everything alright?” he asked and stopped walking

❀ you can try and pass it off, try to brush off his worries with a few words, but you’d be mistaken to think that he’d let you go

❀ “you’re clearly not. you’ve been rather quiet as of late and don’t seem to notice what’s going on around you—i’ve been talking and not once did you chip in with a reaction like usual.” he pauses as you avoid his gaze, finding the dirt road more interesting. eventually, he says, “is it because of me?”

❀ your head shoots back up with widened eyes as you assure him otherwise. “no, no! of course no—well, actually…”

❀ it technically is because of him and you’re so focused on trying to figure out what to do that you don’t see his frown

❀ “oh? would you like to tell me why?”

❀ you stop for a minute to figure out how to say what you want to get out, but how can you as your crush stands in front of you, staring directly at you while waiting for a response

❀ fuck it, you think as you take a step back

❀ “ok, diluc, i want to say that i really like you!”

❀ he smiles

❀ “but—!”

❀ nevermind

❀ “before you reply i want you to know that i’m asexual! i don’t feel sexually attracted to anyone and i never will! i won’t sleep with anyone ever no matter what they say! and-and-“ you pause to figure out how to end it, but you don’t get to as diluc speaks up

❀ “i really like you too.”

❀ …huh?

❀ did—did you hear him correctly?

❀ diluc lets out a small smile as he approaches you and grasps both of your hands, his gloves bringing heat back to your cold hands (and making your face warm up as well heheh)

❀ “you being asexual doesn’t affect how i feel about you at all, i’m actually pleased to hear that you’re the same as i.”

❀ were you going deaf or did you actually hear diluc say he was asexual too??

❀ diluc gently squeezes your hands as he continues

❀ “you don’t ever have to worry about me pushing your boundaries or to force you into something you don’t want to do. i want you to know that whatever you feel i feel the same way.”

❀ he lets go of one hand and turns towards the direction of your house, a sign that he wants to continue walking you home

❀ “would you like to discuss more about this on the rest of the walk? i want nothing more than to make sure you’re comfortable and happy in our relationship.”

now, onto the hcs of after coming out! ( •̀ω•́ )σ

❀ diluc takes no shit from anyone that tries to tell you that you aren’t really asexual, his glare from behind you is more than enough to make them shut up

❀ if someone were to use the “you haven’t met the right one yet” line he’ll show up right behind you (with an arm over your shoulder if you said you were fine with it) and say, “are you saying that i’m not the right one for them?”

❀ diluc isn’t really one for pda in general so if this is something you don’t feel fine with then this works out! but good luck if you are someone who adores it, you won’t get them often unless someone ticks diluc off

❀ if the label is something you’re really proud of then diluc might make a drink after it, most likely naming it “ace” or something. flavor is up to you of course :)

❀ when someone tries to ask way-too personal questions about your relationship diluc shoots it down immediately. if you’ve said you want others to know about it he’ll explain that you’re ace, not letting them butt in with their own objections. if you’d rather keep private, he’ll just say that it is none of their business

❀ bonus: if ace colors are a thing in genshin or you introduce him to them he’ll remember it when buying something

❀ if he ever struggles between picking a gift for you that comes in various colors he’ll remember how you described the flag and choose the one that’s available in that shade

❀ tries to make the ace drink match the flag colors, too :)

#genshin impact #fluff #diluc #diluc fluff #ace #asexual #x y/n #x reader #x you #diluc x reader #diluc x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #plume writings

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msanimedolphin · 8 months

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty-Three~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Oh! I’d love to get to know you better! So pleeeease consider coming back to the team!” You say cheerfully, shocking the third year. He feels his heartbeat quicken at your words. ‘I need to take a walk to think and calm down.’ He thinks as he gets up. He walks toward the hallway only to be met with two familiar faces.

“...”

“...So…”

“So, um, why are you two so worried about somebody you haven't even practiced with?” Ashai asks, rubbing his head. “Right now the team can win against Aoba Johsai. And that was without Nishinoya too.”

“UM!! B-BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU THERE, ASAHI-SAN ALL THE SECOND AND THIRD YEARS LOOK SUPER BUMMED!! SIR!!” Hinata shouts, causing Ashai to jump.

“Don’t shout.” Kageyama scolds while hitting Hinata.

“Ha Ha! You two are interesting.” Asahi laughs. “But sorry. When the other team throws a strong, tall block in front of me, I just can’t see myself punching the ball through it anymore.” He continues disheartedly. “All I can envision is getting shut out– or being so afraid of getting shut out that I take myself out of the game.”

“Um, I-I know this might sound condescending, coming from a rookie who’s as…as short as me…” Hinata says, hanging his head.

“I don’t mind. What is it?”

“Um! I know that feeling too!” Hinata exclaims. “I’m short and don’t have much skill yet, so I kept getting stuffed all the time! But with him setting for me…” He continues as he points to Kageyama. “...I can dodge any block that anybody tries to throw at me! So now there’re never any blockers in front of me!” Ashai looks at Hinata shocked. “And when I jump..the whole other side of the net kinda goes FWAA and opens up!”

‘Yeah, I remember what that looked like.’ Asahi thinks sadly.

“And! And!” Hinata begins excitedly as he starts waving his arms around, scaring Asahi. “When I’m at the top of my jump, and the ball comes to my hand, and it’s, I dunno, it’s weight…Its solidness just kinda smacks me in the palm. That feeling…! I love that feeling!” He finishes while looking at his palm in glee.

“Ugh. Try making sense when you talk.” Kageyama says annoyed.

“Huh?”

‘I know that feeling too. I know it all too well…’ Asahi thinks as he becomes sadder.

“Anyway! I’m really jealous of you Asahi-san.” Hinata begins. “Right now, I’m still not tall enough or strong enough to smash a ball past any blockers. But you can. Some team might have found a way to block you really well… but I’m sure you’ve made attacks count way more times than you’ve been blocked! That’s why… That’s why everybody calls you The Ace!”

“...!” Asahi is speechless as he remembers that Hinata told him he wants to be the Ace someday. The school bell rings which causes Kageyama to tug Hinata and tell him to c’mon. Hinata doesn’t budge.

“Get moving boke! You wanna be late?!” Kageyama says, smacking Hinata. The two first years start walking away until Kageyama stops. “Erm…It’s no surprise you can’t win the game by yourself. It’s only natural. That’s why there are six people on the court. Not that I’m one to talk…I…I just learned that myself recently.”

“...”

“See you later.”

-After School-

Asahi is walking past the gym when he hears people inside. ‘Wow, it’s early. They’re already hitting the ball?’

“Again! Do it again!” One voice says.

“I know! I know! Shut up already!” Another voice says, Asahi looks inside and his eyes immediately go wide. He sees Kageyama set the ball to Hinata. Hinata jumps high into the air and spikes the ball.

‘Wow…! What an incredible jump! And that setting…the timing was perfect!’ Asahi thinks in awe.

“Yeah!! Our quick attack is gonna score loads of points against The Cats too!” Hinata exclaims, pulling Asahi from his thoughts. Asahi is shocked after hearing this. ‘The Cats?’ He begins to think. ‘Does he mean Nekoma? We’re going to play against the Nekoma High School?!’

“We have a practice game against them at the end of the golden week training camp.” Daichi says after suddenly appearing behind Asahi.

“!!” Asahi jolts, having been caught by the captain. “Geh!”

“Hey! What do you mean by “Geh”?” Asahi starts to run away. “Don’t run away from me!”

“But you’re scary when you’re mad!”

“I’m not mad at you!!”

“...” They both stand in silence.

“You heard, right? The Nekoma is coming here. Well… I guess to us, Nekoma is just some school we hear about in old stories. Not that they’re all the old. It’s not like either of our teams has any real connection now. But…I can’t deny it is a little exciting to know we’re the ones who get to play the first match with them in years.”

“...But…I don’t deserve to show my face anymore. Not to Sugawara…and not to Nishinoya.”

“!...Sheese! Seriously, Asahi. For such a big guy, you really are a wuss. Could you and Nishinoya be any more opposites?” Daichi says, patting Asahi on the shoulder.

“Um, could you please not be that blunt?”

“Quit worrying so much. Suga’s over it, of course. Even Nishinoya’s fine! Unlike you, both of them are considerate and forgiving types.”

“Weren’t you supposed to be the generally nice-to-everyone character?”

“To everyone…except you. You don’t count. Because you’re a wuss.”

“...”

“Yeah, you’ve skipped practice for over a month…and things but be a little awkward between everybody right now. But… y’know? None of the matters.”

“...”

“If you think you might still like volleyball…that’s reason enough for you to come back.”

“!”

“Oh. And one more thing.”

“?”

“One of our new rookies has big dreams about being an Ace someday.” Asahi thinks back to what Hinata said about the feeling of a spike. Daichi sees Asahi spacing out so he punches his arm which snaps him out of it. Daichi then stomps into the gym.

-At Sakanoshita Market-

The shopkeeper is dusting a few shelves while humming. He turns his head slightly towards the entrance of the shop, only to be scared half to death by Takeda peaking around the corner. The shopkeeper storms to the door and slides it open quickly.

“What the heck are you doing?!” The shopkeeper yells, shocking Takeda.

“Erm! I-I’m sorry. I was just checking to see if there were customers inside…” Takeda explains.

“Again with the coach stuff.”

“Yes…”

“Listen. I was never a particularly talented player back in school. I did like playing though. I still like to play. Enough that I put together Krasuno’s Municipal Team even. Coaches are stuck on the sidelines. That frustrates me to no end.”

“Oh…”

“And I don’t wanna go back to that gym!”

“What?! Do you have bad memories of the place…?”

“No. Just the opposite! My whole teenage life was in that building.”

“Then why…?”

“The gym, the clubroom…even if all those places are exactly the way they were…They’re a space…an atmosphere…I just can’t go back to. Those few years were special. It had an air to it that existed only during that time. Even if I go back there and it all looks exactly the same…it isn’t really the place it was. It’s someone else’s place now.” The shopkeeper looks up into the sky with a sentimental look.

“The nostalgia is too much, is it?” Takeda says looking wistful.

“S-Shut up!” The shopkeeper yells embarrassed. “Anyway! I like that place too much! That’s why I’m not going back!”

“...Even if Nekoma High School is coming for a practice game?” Takeda says determined.

“?!” The shopkeeper looks at the teacher in shock.

“The last day of golden week…we’ll be having a game with them for the first time in five years.”

“What did you say…?”

“Nekoma is coming. Old Coach Nekomata, close friends with Coach Ukai, recently came out of retirement. When I heard that, I requested to have a practice game with them. Nekoma and KArasuno were closest during your time, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Come to think of it…they mentioned that their current assistant coach was the team’s setter seven or eight years ago.”

‘Their setter?! Seven of eight years ago?!’

-Flashback-

“We’re gonna do it.” A Nekoma player says. “This will be the year we meet at Nationals.”

“Yeah.” The younger shopkeeper responds.

-Flashback End-

“You were a student seven or eight years ago, correct? Then I guess this person may be someone you know.”

“You…” The shopkeeper begins. “Are you baiting me?!”

“WAAAH!!” Takeda responds while being held by his collar and shaken. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU’RE SERIOUSLY BAITING ME! IT’S SO OBVIOUS!! IF YOU THINK I’M GONNA FALL FOR SOMETHING THAT BLATANT, YOU’D BETTER TELL ME WHEN THEIR NEXT PRACTICE STARTS!! NOW!! SPILL!!”

“I’m sorry…what?”

“If NEkoma’s coming, I can’t have my juniors disgracing themselves! Wait right there, I’m getting changed.”

“O-Oh! Okay!” Takeda replies happily.

“Ma! Watch the store wouldja?”

“Yes…!” Takeda whispers.

“Oh. I know.” The shopkeeper says while dialing his phone. “Hellos? Tatsuan?”

-Karasuno Gym-

“Hey, Noya?” Tanaka says.

“Hm?”

“You said you did special training while you were away from the team. What kind?”

“Digging drills mostly. I focused especially on blocked ball retrieval. I’m still not all that great at it…but if I can get that follow-up stuff down pat, you guys won’t have to worry about much when you spike anymore, right?” Tanaka looks at Noya in shock. ‘Wow. And every time I look at him, it seems he’s got new bruises too…’ Tanaka thinks.

“Noya, you’re the coolest, bestest guy ever…!” Tanaka shouts as he bursts into tears.

“Dwah?! Wait, are you crying?!” Noya asks worriedly.

“What is going on? Why is Tanaka crying?” You ask Kiyoko as the two of you are putting water bottles and towels on the bench.

“Just ignore them.” Kiyoko responds flatly.

“But-” You go to say but are interrupted by Takeda opening the door and calling out to everyone.

“Hello, everyone!”

“Gather round-huh?!” Daichi says but is shocked by what he sees.

“Everyone allow me to introduce to you… Keishin Ukai. As of today, he will be your coach!!” Takeda announces.

“A coach?! Really?!” Daichi asks.

“Only until your game with Nekoma.” Ukai says.

“Oh…” Daichi says disappointed.

“Wait. The dude from Sakanoshita Market is gonna be our coach? Really?” Tanaka asks.

“Yes! He is a Karasuno alumnus and the grandson of The Great Coach Ukai!” Takeda answers.

“Whaaa?!” Tanaka and Suga exclaim.

“Isn’t your name Sakanoshita? Uh, Coach?” Hinata asks.

“Nope. The store belongs to my mom’s family.” Ukai answers before addressing the team. “Right. We’re short on time, so let’s get started! I wanna see where you guys are at, so we’ll be having a practice game at 6:30. Our opponents are already on their way.”

“Uh, our opponents…?” Daichi asks,

“Yep! The Karasuno Municipal Team.”

~To Be Continued~

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #daichi x reader #haikyuu imagines #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n #hq x reader #tsukishima x reader

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7, 8, 18, 22. for riverdale obviously. so important to have outlets to complain in this trying time

literally we need to be able to complain now more than ever….

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

:/ i shan’t say…….. ok well why not if we’re being haters. i’ve definitely talked about this before but i just really can’t stand how SO MANY people out here talk about archie like. you’d think the boy was 12 years old the way people fucking baby him it’s ridiculous. it’s like he’s not actually that well written YOU are just reading a lot of tumblr posts about riverdale and family cycles or whatever… sorry i know nobody likes it when i say that but it’s annoying as hell the way everyone is like awwww little archie he’s so baby boy special princess he can’t even read awww like shut up lol. sorry i just think like. every female character in riverdale is more interesting than he is. he’s fine i don’t even hate him it’s just. ugh.

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

god can i say ace jughead. whatever i don’t wanna get into it.

18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

i think riverdale fans do a decent job treating every character the level they should, like we all love all the mains. i could say that some rando minor character is slept on but honestly i’m the one sleeping on them i don’t really care about the minor characters beyond their roles as minor characters. it’s the same with ships really. wait actually. heather. i LOVED heather. bring back heather i don’t give a shit about choni i want heather back………..

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i know what i literally just said but SOME of us need to chill the fuck out with hating choni because some of their early plots were FUN and when y’all get so caught up in the “toni deserves better” “their relationship isn’t well written” “their relationships with other people are more interesting” it really kills your ability to enjoy the fun stuff. like ok in s2 toni made her freaky gf an honorary member of her gang and gave her a special little red jacket…. like can we just have fun with what we have sometimes…

#never thought i’d have to see the day where we have to complain about riverdale….. it’s so bleak seriously #asks #fizzlehead #ask game

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stvrbcys · 1 year

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( charlie gillespie, cis man, he/him, muse a ) i just saw hudson “mackey” mccallum rocking out in their hotel room , blasting modern love by david bowie out loud. aren’t they supposed to be at the studios since they’re the vocalist ? the tabloids have been saying that the twenty-five year old is + ingenious, but can also be - egotistical — overall they’re the conspiracist. but their fans say they remind them of untamed bed head, government conspiracy theories, the crackling sound of playing a dirty record, light washed levis jeans, poorly written poetry.

○ ○ ○ playlist ○ ○ ○ pinterest ○ ○ ○

THE BASICS

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 hudson king mccallum 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 mackey 𝒂𝒈𝒆 twenty-five 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 & 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 cis man, he/him 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊��𝒏 pansexual 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 musician, lead singer of afternoon daydream 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 reading marxist theory (poser...), knitting (this one is a secret), drinking ungodly amounts of sparkling water 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏(𝒔) aquarius sun, aries moon, scorpio rising

BACKGROUND

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ? 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 american 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 loveland, ohio 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 february 1, 1998 𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 high school degree 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 grant mccallum (father, age 49) , flora mccallum (mother, age 48), & luke elvis mccallum (brother, age 29)

FAVORITES

𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 classic, greasy double cheeseburger (like in the menu tbh) 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 natty lite... (barf) 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 green 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 nat king cole, b/c namesake 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 i’d rather go blind - etta james 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 stand by me 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 ...........communist manifesto ugh he’s sooooo annoying i’m sorry 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 fall 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 a worn in brown ac/dc sweatshirt with cigarette burn holes in the sleeves

MISERABLE AMERICA, ASSASSINATE MY CHARACTER

trigger warnings: alcoholism, general parental neglect

THIS specific gif is his vibe it is the reason i chose his fc in the first place

set the scene : braille by regina spektor plays softly in the background. she was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks / she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god / so she named the baby elvis / to make up for the royalty he lacked flora & grant mccallum might have had something resembling love at some point in their life, but the two of them were never meant to last. only, at twenty years old, they brought their first child into the world (on accident). flora named him luke elvis mccallum, thinking that maybe, if she tossed in one of the greats to his name, he’d be great too. four years later, and whatever semblance of a marriage they had was falling apart. enter hudson king mccallum, the boy who was supposed to save their marriage. again, flora had bestowed him with the honor of carrying the middle name king, after the great nat king cole. ( spoiler alert: hudson did NOT save their marriage )

growing up in a small town just outside of cincinnati, mackey had a somewhat normal, if not mundane childhood. sure, his family was a little quirky. his father was a drunk who never really wanted kids in the first place, and his mother was a hippie/dead head/stuck on some 80′s acid trip lady who didn’t really believe in parenting, and saw her kids as her friends. his older brother, luke, was a real jock kind of guy — played on the baseball team, disrespected women, a general bummer to be around. he had a god given talent of getting under mackey’s skin, and he was far stronger than him which meant fights never really resulted in mackey’s favor. so it was safe to say he avoided being home as often as possible, instead taking to the boring, suburban streets of loveland ohio in search of something to do.

he’s been quoted before saying “the only thing my mother ever gave me was music.” very true! flora did not much else, but she did have an extensive record collection and taught him everything he knows — from nat king cole to smashing pumpkins, flora not only had the record but knew the history. and the only time mackey could stand to be around her for long periods of time was when she was telling him about music, teaching him about the greats ( of course, even those moments weren’t the best — he can still recall a time when he was nine and she was going on and on about led zeppelin, and passed him a joint as she explained the beauty of whole lotta love. again...he was nine )

in high school, mackey and his best friend decided to start a band. this was mostly due to suburban boredom. they were called believer (as in believer of aliens), and they made (pretty admittedly) shitty rock music. but it was throughout that time that mackey fell in love with making music, however poor their band sounded (it was literally just the two of them, a guitar and drums, so it was never really going to sound good). though mackey discovered that he actually had a way with words, and getting them down on paper. first time he ever actually realized this was when his english teacher pulled him aside after class. he was never really a good student — other than history and english, he was failing most his classes — so he was expecting a lecture. instead, she told him he was incredibly gifted. for someone whose father constantly reminded them what a piece of shit they were, it meant more to him than she’d ever know. ultimately, it ended up changing his life.

fast forward : GRADUATION DAY ! hoorah ! mackey had no plan in sight. no college acceptance letter or trade school opportunities. instead, he bought a one way greyhound bus ticket to new york city. so long, ohio! and go fuck yaself! he’d picked NYC because his cousin, blue, lived there and, not knowing anyone in los angeles, that sounded like a better option. save for the fact that blue spent most his nights crashing on random couches and basements, which meant mackey would spent the next few months doing the same. that’s okay, he could handle it. in fact, he kind of liked it. anything beat loveland, ohio.

FAME LET’S HIM LOOSE, HARD TO SWALLOW

trigger warnings: drug and alcohol use

as much as mackey loves making music, he’d never actually expected it to make him money. he never actually expected to get a record deal, to become famous, to sell out shows and be on tv. it was a pretty tough pill to swallow, when he began to realize that his life may not be his own life anymore.

he has never claimed to be dealing with the fame well, but he does it in the best way he knows how — turning to drugs & alcohol. hey! like father like son! he’s an absolute mess and the press picks up on it, and their pr team would step in but people seem to rave about him online. “he’s so real!!” “mackey having a mental break down on stage last night was so me” “manifesting becoming a mackey tour groupie.” All common threads you’ll find below tikok videos of him! he’s an absolute mess, a pretentious, self obsessed, unapologetic mess, but at least for right now, the internet is eating it up. until he gets cancelled, at least (he also has made a lot of commentary on stage about cancel culture. he’s like go ahead and cancel me!!!!! ok mackey...calm down)

he is probably the reason the band keeps having to go through media training. he just! cannot! be good! it’s hard for him to care too much about anything other than music because his entire life, he didn’t really care about anything other than music. this poses a problem when it comes to relationships and friendships as well, he can often times come off as apathetic even when he doesn’t mean to.

i like to think of him as a combination of matty healy & dominic fike. says really outlandish things, drinks on stage every night, maybe has cried on stage before, kisses his fans because why not, talks about being dumped while on stage, super relatable tingz

I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE STRAIGHT, NOW I’M WONDERIN?

a believer in all sorts of conspiracy theories. big foot, loch ness monster, jim moorison is alive and well and living in cuba, you name it. he doesn’t trust the government, didn’t have a bank account until VERY recently and his credit score was like 300 (in his defense, his mom took out a credit card in his name as a kid and now his credit is shot, but it’s slowly climbing back up), and he refuses to be a “cog in the corporate america machine.” as a teenager, he was a self declared communist — so this newfound fame of afternoon daydream has been something he has been struggling to grapple with. was he just becoming another cog in the machine? another money bag for a huge record label like columbia?

he loves wearing thrifted clothes that have weird sayings. some of his personal favs: a baseball cap that says “bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass”, a t shirt that says “women want me fish fear me”, and a hoodie that says in red gems: “i wanna talk about me.”

he’s a self professed music snob. but that doesn’t mean he’s above listening to pop music — some pop music meets his standards (little mix yes, fifth harmony no). he has perfect pitch, meaning he can hear pretty much any sound and tell you what note it’s in (okay charlie puth. he’s slightly less annoying about it) but he DOES act like this fact makes him a better musician than most.

#intro #thank u simran for making me a graphic <3

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portgasdwrld · 9 months

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📂Invitation

Featuring: Ace x fem!reader

Warning: Suggestive, established relationships

Note: I love writing about Ace, what can I say..

You were sitting at a table in this mildly crowded bar with some member of the crew. You played with your ustensiles as you felt jealousy building up. Your eyes throwing daggers at Ace’a tattooed back. Your boyfriend was caught up in a conversation with two, not one, but two women at the bar.

He was always painted as an extrovert as he enjoyed meeting new people and getting to know them. It goes without to say that he also had a lot of friends and your relationship itself started on a friendship.

There was nonetheless an issue that you couldn’t quite fix with him, he was too fkg flirty with strangers. He could be social or whatever he said, but you knew he just likes to get a reaction out of you by throwing a nice smile at some random girl.

-Are you planning a murder? Marco teased as he watched you glare at the fire user.

Your gaze shifted to your friend and you let a deep sigh with a defeated expression.

-Ugh, he’s so annoying.

You whined while ruthlessly dropping the spoon on the table with a slight pout. He chuckled while throwing a good luck, knowing it won’t be simple to tame down his younger brother bad habits. Ace loved you more than anything else in this world and he always made it really clear, but he was also playing on your nerves sometimes.

You sipped on your drink, trying to forget about this and enjoy your time here, before going back to the boat and sail for days or maybe weeks.

-Y/n, let me fix your lipstick. A gloss would make them pop too.

Izou commented noticing the change in your behaviour ever since y’all got there. He tried to distract your thoughts and it kind of worked as you agreed and searched through your purse.

He handed you a shade he thought you would like and you grabbed it before applying your gloss on top.

-Oh! I really like it! Thanks!

You exclaimed happy as you checked yourself out in your small mirror pocket. Then, Izou and you engaged in a fun conversation talking about your similar interest and your impressions of the island. By that time, you forgot about Ace, not even noticing a man stopping behind you and tapping your shoulder. Izou frowned and you looked over them to see a handsome tan man smiling at you.

-Hey, I couldn’t miss how pretty you are and I was wondering if I could maybe invite you for a drink? I hope I’m not interrupting!

He explained and finished by pointing at you and your friend. You shook your head with a giggle. You smiled back flattered by the compliment and his politeness, but you had a boyfriend (even tho he wasn’t really boyfriending rn💀).

-I’m sorry, I already have a boyfriend.

You replied with an apologetical smile. He seemed disappointed, but flashed his light teeth again and you noticed a dimple on each of his cheeks.

-Alright, then! That sucks, but do you mind if I still get you something? Anything that you want, it’s on me tonight.

-Uh..I mean, I’m not really sure. You can go ask my boyfriend. If he’s fine with it, then I will be more than happy to have free food~

You retorted unsure as you quickly glanced at Marco next to you. Marco smirked to himself as he sipped on his beer. You pointed at your man so the stranger could see who was the “boyfriend” in question.

-Damn, he seems to have quite the company..

He commented under his breath, giving you flashbacks of your early night. You frowned annoyed and rolled your eyes.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

You spat with bored eyes, clearly over the situation. You didn’t wanna give it to Ace, that you were jealous and to go up to him and be like “ hey girlies, that’s my man y’all flirting with, by the way~ I’m sorry to break the possible threesome ideas, but here’s the truth.” To then beat him up for being such a manwhore.

Anyway…

The guy nodded as he chuckled. He walked away towards the pirate with confidence and just stole one of Aces fries. It earned him a dark glare from him that you and to stop breathing for a sec. You didn’t want a fight to break out here in the middle of the night.

-Are we getting some actions tonight ?

Marco commented with a teasing tone. The other guys laughed as you just gave a confused look to Izou.

-Soo, I heard the pretty girl there say you’re her boyfriend. Is that true ?

Ace’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you and noticed your table and few others were looking at the scene. You rubbed your face with your hands expecting the worse. He turned his body sideways so he was kinda facing the man.

-Yeah it’s true. Why do you wanna know?

-Because I wanna invite her for a drink and some food.

-Go ask someone else, she’s taking.

Ace spat back annoyed, you could see his already thin patience running out. He grabbed his hat on the counter and put it over his dark hair. He stood up, standing face to face with the stranger. You noticed the two girls exchange a look, before they stared at you and gave you a sorry smile, that you awkwardly received.

-Well, she refused anyway, but I still wanna invite her table.

The man continued plainly as he was lighting up a cigarette. Ace cocked one of his eyebrow as he was thinking about it, he looked at you for a plit second. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and smirked, his signature cocky grin.

-Nah, if she needs anything, she has me. So we will be good thanks. Go find another girl, there is plenty of them here.

He concluded, but the man in front of him didn’t seem satisfied. He exhaled a cloud of smoke in your boyfriend’s face, before he slightly leant in front of Ace.

-Then be by her side, cowboy.

It was the last straw for your boyfriend that grabbed the stranger collar and punched him in the stomach. The stranger fell on the floor dragging a table in his fall. An uproar surged in the bar, people yelling excited from the unfolding fight.

-I don’t need to hear it from you.

Ace growled back as he walked away from him. You shook your head not quite believing this encounter turned into a fight. He walked over to the table you were sitting with an apologetic smile. You glared at him with a disapproving expression.

-Hey, sorry for creating a scene. I should’ve stayed with you more tonight.

He apologized with a peck on your forehead. The commander put his hat on your head. You sighed but a small smirk creeped up your lips. You pushed his hat slightly backward so you can stare at him.

-Then make up for it, Fire Fist~

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years

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Hi there! Latin amigas here again ♡

I send an ask a while ago and then went straight to cry to my best friend like a proud y/n cuz you didn't reply, but no worries, I´ll send it again cuz maybe you couldn't see it. If that was not the case I'll just die of embarrassment :)

ANYWAYS, I was wondering if you saw those Mingi pics of him looking like a snack teacher?? WELL the other day, me and my bestie were talking about how hot we find men teaching, and then THAT came out so... I can't let go these thoughts of Ateez role playing as your professor, sooooo

I was wondering if you can do something about it? How would you think they would be if you asked them to roleplay as a professor? Like an Ateez mtl or what you just think of it.

Have an amazing day lovely person!♡

pd: we do got emotionally destroyed by the end of hatefuck but still we loved it.

hi angels! don’t worry, i got it (but since you sent it again i’ll answer it here 😜), i’ve just been offline for a few days cause of finals and such which i aced

mingi is def a snack but ugh i don’t think i’d actually learn anything if they were my teachers 😩

anyways i think hongjoong would try anything once but idk if he’d enjoy it.

seonghwa, however, lives to please and agrees to do it for you but ends up loving it and then he’s the one that starts asking to roleplay.

yunho would eat that shit UP.

yeosang would agree to it and then lose control about halfway through lmao

and san? he’s the one who asked in the first place.

mingi would be kinda shy about it but he’d do it for you at least once.

wooyoung would ask to be the student instead cause he’s annoying like that (affectionately). i’d let him

jongho just suits the role perfectly and he pulls it off so well.

thank you for the well-wishes, my day has been delightful ❤️ i was super productive and even got to go to the farmers market for strawberries and potatoes! i hope y’all’s day goes/has gone swimmingly as well ❤️

ps: i’m sorry for the emotional damage. i was suffering while writing it so i knew y’all’d like it 💀

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haikwritings · 4 years

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Haikyuu Boys / No Nut November - Part Three

Character Mentions: Kageyama, Goshiki, Oikawa,Tanaka & Aone.

Warnings: Smut

Tobio Kageyama

Y/n couldn't believe her boyfriend had accepted such a stupid challenge.

“You seem so tense babe...” Y/n whispered to his neck as she massaged his shoulders.

She just couldn’t understand what was the point of it.

“I- I know what you’re doing and is not happening.” Kageyama answered annoyed.

Yeah, he said it was something about not losing against Hinata or some shit.

“I won’t lose against him.” Kageyama grunted.

See? That shit.

“Ugh. This is so annoying.” Y/n murmured annoyed.

She didn’t knew how much she could resist—it had been already a week...

“I- I know, but I won’t lose.” Kageyama said as he took his phone—calling Hinata immediately.

She was just used to fucking her boyfriend very often.

“Did you lose?” Kageyama asked jokingly.

“Lose what?” Hinata asked confused through the phone.

“No Nut November, idiot.” Kageyama answered annoyed.

“Oh shit, we’re in November already?” Hinata asked confused.

“Uh...yeah?” Kageyama asked confused.

“Oh, I already lost...” Hinata confessed.

She waited a week for nothing.

“Hello?” Hinata asked confused—suddenly being hang up by Kageyama.

He waited a week for nothing.

“What were you saying babe?” Kageyama asked smirking.

Tsutomu Goshiki

“Tsu...” Y/n whispered sweetly as she saw her boyfriend sitting alone on the couch.

It had already been three weeks since their last fuck...

“I- I’m needy.” Y/n whispered sweetly and flirtatiously as she sat next to him.

And God...she missed him.

“Stop teasing.” Goshiki pleaded as he closed his eyes.

She knew he wanted to win this challenge...

“I need to win this.” Goshiki answered as he kept looking to the floor.

But it was getting annoying...

“Because I have self-control.” Goshiki said proudly.

And she was getting super needy and horny—she just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Because I- I’m going to be the Ace!” Goshiki said proudly.

So she had to use her words...

Words that made him immediately weak.

“Why don’t you use all that power with me, Ace?” Y/n said as she smirked—making him blush immediately.

“I- I— shut up.” Goshiki answered as he tried to cover his noticeable erection.

“What’s the matter? Too much power to handle?” Y/n teased sweetly.

Because she knew all of his buttons.

“I- I can handle it!” Goshiki answered confidently.

“Then why don’t you come and show me?” Y/n teased.

And she knew how to push them all.

Tōru Oikawa

“T-Torū—” Y/n moaned as he pound into her.

Not even an hour had passed and he had already lost.

“Shhhhh, princess.” Oikawa answered as he keep railing her.

But she knew this would happened.

“W-What about—n-no nut—n-ovember?” Y/n managed to slipped out.

She knew it from the moment Iwaizumi had called him proposing the challenge.

“What about it princess? That challenge is for virgins.” Oikawa teased.

Because she knew that if there was anything else Oikawa loved beside volleyball— it was sex.

“Now, tell me who’s this pussy belongs to?” Oikawa asked as he pounded into her faster—making her squeal.

He just loved it—

“Y-You, only yours Torū!” Y/n moaned.

So why would he stop doing it for month?

“Only mine?” Oikawa teased.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” Y/n moaned.

“Hell yeah, it is.” Oikawa smirked as he slapped her ass.

That was just dumb.

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

She was pissed.

“What do you mean we aren’t fucking?” Y/n asked in disbelief.

She was just not counting on that stupid challenge.

“We aren’t because I have a fucking challenge to win.” Tanaka said as he took his pillows.

“W-Where the fuck are you going?” Y/n asked annoyed.

“To the living room? I’m not going to sleep next to you.” Tanaka answered annoyed.

On that stupid challenge he made with his best friend Nishinoya.

“Y-You’re going to make me fuck you.” Tanaka said annoyed.

“Isn’t that supposed to be our quality time?” Y/n asked jokingly.

“Yeah but not for a month.” Tanaka answered as he laid in the sofa.

“A-A month?” Y/n asked surprised and annoyed.

“Yeah? Cuz I’m winning.” Tanaka answered as he turned on the tv.

“What the fuck.” Y/n yelled annoyed.

A challenge that didn’t last.

“Y/n...” Tanaka called sweetly, waking her from her sleep.

“What?” Y/n asked confused and loopy.

He just couldn’t contain himself.

“Do you want to fuck? Just kidding...unless?” Tanaka asked sweetly, trying to persuade her.

Aone Takanobu

“Do you feel better now?” Y/n asked sweetly as she took her hands around his neck.

“Mhm.” Aone answered sweetly as he continued kissing her.

He was having a rough time at work...

“Sorry you were stress today.” Y/n said sweetly as she caressed his hair.

And a pretty rough month due to the dumb challenge.

“I-I feel better now that I’m with you...” Aone whispered to her ear.

“I-I know.” Y/n answered as she kissed his forehead.

A challenge who lasted fifteen days.

“I- I know you said you didn’t want to...” Y/n murmured sadly as she touched his thigh—feeling his hard bulged.

Since he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I- I want to.” Aone answered smiling, kissing her again.

He just missed her.

“Let’s go play, mhm?” Aone said as he took her legs around his waist.

“I- I missed you.” Y/n murmured sweetly to his ear.

He just missed her so fucking much.

“I- I did too.” Aone answered as he carried her to their shared room—where all the fun was.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

💌.

Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

(Gif from Pinterest)

The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

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kirislut · 4 years

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Hii! Can I pls request for tsukki, akaashi, and kenma’s fem s/o meeting the team for the first time? And like the time doesn’t know that they have an s/o? Headcanons pls! Thanks 😊

a/n: omg a haikyuu request finallyyy thank you anon, ive been wanting to write for my haikyuu boys but had no inspiration. also some feedback would be very appreciated because i’m worried that my portrayal of them might be a little ooc, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader, akaashi x fem!reader, and kenma x fem!reader

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kei tsukishima

he tries to hide you from the team for as long as possible, not because he’s embarrassed of you

but because he knows that he’s going to get teased and also because he’s embarrassed of his teammates

specifically two teammates

everyone else only found out because you came into the gym, wondering where your boyfriend was since practice was going on for longer than usual

“excuse me do you know when practice is going to be over?” you walked in, just to ask yachi since you didn’t want to disturb everyone else

“i’m not sure sorry, but um who are you?” the poor girl is confused to why you’re asking because she doesn’t know you.

“oh i’m tsukki’s girlfriend, (y/n)! i was just waiting for him, so i’ll be outs—“

hearing the words girlfriend, and tsukki together definitely caught the attention of yachi. well actually it caught the attention of a most everyone in the gym.

the practice match they were playing literally paused, eyes wandering to you then going to the tall blonde. it continued like that for a little bit since EVERYONE was wondering how tsukishima got a girlfriend.

honestly i’m surprised too like what the hell youre so adorable and too good for him

“TSUKISHIMA I CANT BELIEVE YOU DIDNT TELL US YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” suga(mama) was the first to break the stunned silence. as he passed by the middle blocker, going to greet you, he made sure to give the poor boy a karate chop on his side as he passed by. suga only did this because he was hurt that tsukishima never mentioned you

tsukishima was literally shocked by that karate chop because he’s never been on the receiving end of one, definitely has more respect for daichi now since he always get chopped

the next to react were none other than tanaka and nishinoya. they rushed over to the middle blocker and started to bombarde him with questions and mostly teasing

“oooo tsukishima you have a girlfriend!”

“tsukishima you can always come to your senpai if you need help with this relationship”

“how did you get such a cute girlfriend anyways?”

“-just be careful when you grab because-“

tsukishima became so annoyed, “can you both shut up, you’ve never even had another girl like you back.”

that, that definitely hurt their feelings. cue the emo music

actually that made them realize that tsukishima for a girlfriend before they did, so now they were going over to kiyoko and asking for her to be their girlfriend. poor kiyoko i swear

suga and daichi (ugh mom and dad are so cute) start to converse with you, daichi apologizing for everyone’s behavior while suga was congratulating you for being able to handle tsukishima

the only person who wasn’t surprised was yamaguchi of course, who do you think tsukishima went to when he realized he had feelings for you?

kageyama really just, didn’t care at all. if anything he was kinda annoyed because this was eating into their practice time. you had nothing to do with volleyball afterall

very rude kageyama

hinata was waiting behind daichi and suga so that he could ask you question, so when those two stepped away to go back to practice. the orange haired boy was practically bouncing in excitement, he was about to open his mouth when a hand came over it

tsukishima had come to your rescue, he noticed you were looking a bit overwhelmed with suddenly being thrust into the spotlight. honestly he didn’t like it either. “come on (y/n), let’s go.”

your tense feeling was immediately eased, you mouthed a small thank you to him then looked back to his team. “it was nice meeting you all, hopefully next time we can talk properly— ah tsukki don’t pull so hard.”

tsukishima was dragging you out of the gym because one, he was tired, and two because he never wanted to experience that again. especially suga’s karate chops

you were probably never going to show up to a practice again because it was a distraction for other, especially tsukishima, but you were always there during the games because you were one of his biggest supporters for volleyball afterall

also tsukishima only wants you to watch the games because he wants you to think he looks cool while playing volleyball, only so he can brag to you about it later or hear you fan girling about his blocks

keiji akaashi

akaashi really wants you to meet his team, because volleyball is very important to him and so are you. it only seemed fitting

however you were always busy with other things so it took a month after you guys started dating before you could come meet everyone

you arrived just as they were finishing up some drills, just before they finished for the day. akaashi saw you coming into the gym, giving you a small smile right before he set a final ball to bokuto.

akaashi started to head over to you, but bokuto didn’t want him too since he just wanted to hit one more ball. just one more perfect straight.

akaashi explained that he needed to see you, his girlfriend, so do you know that time it is?

it’s bokuto emo mode time

“fine! if you really cared about me and volleyball you’d stay, but go. leave me for all i care.” this adorable dramatic idiot i swear, i still love him though

akaashi spares his best friend a glance then just nods, jogging over to you with no hesitation. also yes bokuto knows about you, he knew if bokuto didn’t know he had a girlfriend he would be devastated for way too long

other teammates notice akaashi heading over to you which makes them confused, they’ve never seen you before.

the setter comes up to you, giving you a hug, like the adorable boyfriend he is. akaashi hit me up

if the boys weren’t confused before they were now, and just to further that confusion he took your hand and walked with you towards his teammates

oh and don’t think that he wasn’t asking you how your day was and such, he’s always going to be considerate of you. he’s really the nicest boyfriend ever

“everyone i want you to meet (y/n), she is my girlfriend.”

it now made sense to who you were, but no one was very surprised. well maybe a little surprised but, akaashi was a good person so they could see him with someone

also they all know he’s pretty so of course girls would be going after him

you politely smile and wave at everyone, “hello, i’m sorry for the intrusion but akaashi wanted me to meet you.”

konoha immediately picked up on the fact that you called akaashi, akaashi and not keiji. “akaashi you still have her call you akaashi?”

the others nodded in agreement, you guys were dating so why the formality

you smiled sheepishly, cutting in before your boyfriend could talk, since he also looked confused. “ah sorry, i just. i wasn’t sure if i should call him keiji, i wanted to be polite.”

that, that was the moment you captured everyone’s heart. you’re little embarrassed expression, just because you wanted to be polite? approval straight away

komi jumped forward, smiling as he put his hands on your shoulders. “(y/n)! you don’t need to be polite, in fact how did akaashi ask you out? or was he too shy and you made the first move?”

komi and konoha proceeded to ask you question about your relationship with akaashi. mostly curious but maybe also because they wanted to tease their setter later if they heard anything silly

when you were finally finished answering questions, you joined akaashi who was talking to bokuto

“bokuto-san please calm down, i’ll set to you more next practice.”

it seemed that akaashi was still trying to lift bokuto’s spirits from earlier, you knew about his infamous emo mode. akaashi sometimes would ask you advice for how to handle him, but it was rare since the male could handle his best friend

“bokuto, i saw your last spike, it was really amazing! if anything you need to rest too, because that’s how your muscles get stronger!”

bokuto blinked twice as he processed your words, his slightly slouched posture and sad demanour straightened up. literally.

“you really think so (y/n)?” his lips were pulled into a pout and eyes were shining like pouting puppy eyes.

“of course bokuto!”

the owl haired boy inhaled deeply as his chest swelled with pride. “you’re right! i will rest and spike even harder tomorrow!”

the ace walked off, full of pride once again, leaving just you and akaashi. he looked at you and offered you a small smile, “thank you (y/n), i’m glad everyone likes you.” he reached over, placing his hand in the top of your head to gently pat and rub your head in appreciation. you smile up at him, nodding. after that he makes sure to walk you home, giving you a sweet goodnight kiss

dang i want head pats too, also catch bokuto also asking for head pats of praise from akaashi during their next practice

kozume kenma

kenma was wary about letting you meet his team, only because he knew it would be a whole ordeal that he was in a relationship

but a week after you guys started dating, you went to one of kenma’s games wanting to cheer him on.

so there you were on the stands, chanting with everyone else and cheering for the team and kenma as well

at the end of the game, you rushed down to the halls where the team would be after just winning their match.

as soon as you saw kenma, a wide grin spread across your face. “congratulations on winning kozume! that last dump you did was so cool!”

the stoic setter saw you, a small sigh leaving his lips because he knew that everyone would wonder who you were. so to avoid the hassle he quickly walked up to you, gently grabbed your hand and straight up walked away from the rest of his team

and as expected, he was right. everyone else just kinda stood there in shock and very confused because they had no clue who you were. they were just watching the two of you walk away, kenma mumbling to you about how he was grateful for your support, but just wanted his hand held game console back

the whole team just turned to kuroo, since he was the only one grinning during the whole situation. “did you not know? that’s kenma’s girlfriend.”

kuroo of course knew because who else would kenma turn to when he figured out he had feelings towards you? of course it would be his best friend and personal idiot

jaws just on the floor, and man did kuroo think it was funny to see everyone’s expressions

the next practice yamamoto and lev come up to kenma immediately

“KENMAA WHY DID YOU TELL US YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND?” poor kenma because he was just trying to play his game and nearly dropped it, if he did oh yamamoto would probably have been murdered

kenma’s face twisted in a look of annoyance, “i didn’t think it was important that’s all.” he brushed the topic off, not wanting to make a big deal of it because he didn’t see it as one

yamamoto was personally offended by kenma’s words because um, kenma had a girlfriend and he didn’t. “not a big deal? KENMA HOW C-“

“yamamoto, shut up.” kuroo cut in because kenma was just getting more annoyed, and also because he was just being too loud

poor yamamoto, he also wanted to know if you had cute friends. but also knowing him, he would probably run away if he met said cute friends

however it didn’t stop lev from following after kenma, “hey hey kenma, how did you even get a girlfriend?

for once kenma would rather play volleyball then answer these questions about you. it’s not like he doesn’t want to talk about you, it’s just he doesn’t feel the need to share about his relationship

luckily they stopped bugging him, but when you showed up at the end of practice, the attention was brought back to the both of yours relationship

but instead of lev or yamamoto going up to him, they went to you instead.

“hey kenma’s girlfriend, why do you like kenma? don’t you think he’s too quiet?”

“do you have any cute friends by any chance.”

“also you’re short, but maybe taller than yaku..”

lev was then immediately kicked by yaku, you think he would learn by now

you were kinda overwhelmed by the two guys, especially lev because he was well, tall. you laughed sheepishly, taking a step back from them

kenma quickly picked up on your discomfort and speed walks over to you, kuroo has only seem him walk this fast when going to the bame store

the setter stepped in between you and his two teammates, shooting them a glare and small frown. “leave (y/n) alone, she is none of your business.”

after that yaku drags away lev before he could continue pestering or start teasing, while kai leads yamamoto away to console him about wanting to also have a cute girlfriend

that left you and kenma, and wow you were kinda stunned by kenma coming to your rescue. because you know that he isn’t the most expressive or affectionate but this action threw away any possible doubts you had before

kenma made sure to walk you all the way home that day to make up for his annoying teammates. lucky for him the topic of his relationship didn’t come up again. besides he didn’t want to share all the precious moments he has with you anyways, you were all his afterall

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just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

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Straight A Supervillain- 11

Sapphics!!

Kindly ignore my inability to write romance

“Can I get some advice?” Lani asked, twisting her hands together.

Naomi blinked. Lani… was asking em… for advice? Seemed fake, but okay. “I cannot guarantee that it will be good advice, but go ahead.”

“Cool.” A long pause.

“Um, you don’t like, have to-”

“Nah, I’m just gonna rip the fucking band-aid off.” Lani grinned, though it looked hesitant. “I’ve kind of been, like, questioning. My romantic orientation.”

Ignoring how absolutely awkward it would feel to discuss romantic orientation with eir crush, Naomi laughed and asked “And you thought I was the person to go to when you’re questioning? My gender is literally just confused screaming.”

“Yeah, I think my romantic orientation might also be confused screaming. And just when I thought I’d finally figured out the sexuality stuff, the split attraction model comes along.”

“Ahh, that’s annoying.”

“Right?” Lani rested her hands on her head and leaned back against the wall, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Naomi’s eyes stayed fixed on her. “See, I thought I was pansexual, and then I found out about the ace spectrum and everything and I figured panromantic demisexual worked better for me. But nooo, nothing’s ever that simple, and now I’m thinking I might be, like, on the aromantic spectrum?”

Naomi would like to think ey deserved some sort of award for keeping a straight (ha) face and not letting on that, oh, disappointment was sinking into eir stomach. It’s not that ey wasn’t happy for Lani figuring herself out, but just… unrequited bisexual pining. Ah, well. Ey was no stranger to unrequited bisexual pining. So ey smiled. “That’s great! Does that mean now you’re good at cards and archery?”

“Very funny,” Lani said, and that might have been sarcasm, but considering it was very funny, Naomi chose to believe it was genuine.

“Thank you.”

She sighed. “I don’t really know. This is all so complicated. I think I’m definitely, maybe, at least 90% sure I’m on the aromantic spectrum somewhere. But I don’t think I’m fully aromantic?”

This was a fucking rollar coster of hope and disappointment, but processing that was for another day. Supporting Lani was the main thing right now. Ey thought back to all the queer infographics ey’d seen. “So, like, what… greyromantic?”

“Maybe? Ugh. Like. I feel some attraction, maybe, probably. But it’s not at 100% allo? I could try to name a number, but it would honestly just be something random and it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“Hey, did you know that 69% of statistics are made up on the spot?”

A beat, and then Lani laughed. “Anyway, I was kinda psyching myself up to ask my crush-or-something to the VHS dance we’ve got coming up in a bit? And then the arospec crisis hit me like a ton of bricks, so now I just have no idea if I should ask em out.”

Wait. Em. Either there was another neopronoun user in this school (not unlikely, but…) or Lani was… talking about Naomi. As her crush. The person she possibly felt some romantic attraction towards. Eir leg bounced, trying to release some of the frantically excited energy building up.

“Em?” ey asked, barely keeping emself from shouting.

“Shit.” Lani flushed bright red and looked away. “Fuck. Um. Yeah. Did not mean to use specific pronouns for anyone. Oops. Sorry. I’m just gonna go let the floor swallow me whole.”

She stood up. Naomi stretched out a hand. “Wait! Um.”

“Mmm?”

“I like you,” Naomi blurted, and that was definitely the least romantic confession ey could have ever imagined. Ey stood up next to Lani, cringing. This scene had played thousands of times in eir daydreams, and this was… not close to eir ideal fantasy.

“You- what?”

“I have a crush on you.” Lani definitely wasn’t the only one wanting to sink into the floor right now, but also… but also ey couldn’t stop smiling.

Holy shit, please let this really be happening.

Lani smiled. “I kinda thought you might. But would me being… arospec, or whatever I am, be a problem?”

“Of course not! Honestly, Lani, I just like having you in my life, and I would really be happy to have you as a friend, and like… if our relationship is more romantic, I’d be fucking ecstatic, and if it’s greyromantic or something, I’m down for that. I feel like I’m probably saying this wrong but even though romance would totally be what made me happiest, I’d be happy with whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Lani reached out to take Naomi’s hand in hers, and honestly, for a second Naomi thought ey might faint. “What if I don’t really know how I feel? Or how attraction works for me?”

“Hey, not knowing is fun. I mean, it’s hell. A little bit. That’s how it is for me with gender, you know? I’m looking everywhere for an answer and I’m not finding shit. I’m not really sure there is one, maybe my gender is just a big red question mark. But there’s something kind of cool about embracing that and just letting yourself be a question mark.”

A thumb brushed against eir knuckles. “I actually like that a lot. So we can just be dating, question mark.”

Ey couldn’t hide eir grin even if ey’d wanted to. “I’d like that. Lani, would you like to be my… maybe-girlfriend?”

“Yeah!”

“Great!”

Both of them smiled like idiots. Did the rest of the world exist? Did it matter? This was perfect.

“Do you want to be my maybe-girlfriend? Or maybe-boyfriend? Or… I don’t know, maybe-partner? What term would work best?”

“My earlier statement about gender being a question mark seems relevant now,” Naomi joked, trying to imagine the words. “What if you used girlfriend and boyfriend interchangeably? That would be so gender.”

“Yeah, sure.”

They fell silent again, going back to staring into each others eyes like they were in a fucking wattpad fanfiction. Naomi couldn’t stop eir gaze from slipping down to Lani’s lips more than once. And… Noel opened the door with a slam, ruining the moment. “Lani! Cameron needs help with an essay and I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just the math guy.”

Lani’s hand pried away from eirs.

“Sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Both of them blushed and stammared out what could only be called an answer if ey was being generous. Eventually, Lani cleared her throat and said “We’re maybe dating now.”

“Maybe dating?”

“I’m arospec, I think, and I’m not totally sure where that leaves us.”

Naomi couldn’t resist draping an arm over eir maybe-girlfriend’s shoulder. “But wherever it leaves us, I like it.”

“That’s very cool and I’m happy for you, but Cameron still doesn’t know how to write an introduction paragraph and I’m half convinced she’s about to break her computer in a fit of rage, so, you might want to come help.”

Lani followed Noel out the door, and Naomi, jaw slightly agape, flopped backwards onto the bed. Gaze fixed on the ceiling, ey breathed out “Holy shit.”

What had just happened?

“Holy motherfucking shit.”

The next day, Naomi held hands with Naomi walking to all their classes, and could not wipe the smile off eir face. At least, not until Professor Night pulled another “Naomi, talk to me after class.” Lani did blow a kiss as she left, though, so it was not as bad as it could have been. At least if Naomi died now, ey would die happy.

“Naomi?”

Shit. “Yes! Hi. Hello.”

“Have you completed the presentation on your plan for Blaze?” For once in eir life, ey actually had been productive. In a timely fashion, too! So ey nodded. “Excellent. You’ll be presenting it at our school wide assembly tomorrow.”

Naomi. Presenting. In front of people. Shit. Couldn’t ey just get detention? “Um… okay.”

It was not okay.

“Are you okay?” Lani asked as soon as ey walked into their room. Naomi groaned.

“I have to give a presentation.”

Lani patted eir shoulder. “That’s my worst nightmare, I am so sorry. My advice would be to just turn invisible but you cannot do that.”

“Light the auditorium on fire,” Cameron suggested from his desk.

And for some fucking reason, Naomi did not take her advice. No, Naomi was standing on the stage in front of a sea of people, who were definitely not on fire. Why didn’t ey take their advice? Fire was fun, but seriously, why couldn’t ey have gotten invisibility? Lani got to disappear whenever there were too many people! Honestly, it was so biphobic that ey couldn’t.

From the front row, ey caught Lani’s eye. She gave em a thumbs up and mouthed break a leg.

Maybe ey wouldn’t die after all.

Shakily, ey began reading from eir slides, now projected onto the screen. “Naomi’s plan to fuck with Blaze,” ey started, and before ey knew it, it was over.

And ey hadn’t fucked up too badly!

The second the crowd applauded and Dr. Plague took over the speech giving, Naomi ran off the stage and into Lani. “You did great!” she cheered. Before Naomi quite knew what was happening, Lani was grabbing eir hand and pressing a kiss to eir knuckles. It was unclear what exactly came out of eir mouth. Some verbal equivalent of a keyboard smash?

“That was terrifying,” ey gasped, once eir brain resumed functioning.

“But you did it.”

The tension seeped out of our shoulders. “I did it,” Naomi agreed.

They stood in comfortable silence as students began filing out of the auditorium. Noel and Cameron both high-fived Naomi once they reached em.

“You inspired me so much,” Cameron said, wiping away a fake tear. “I’m so motivated to fuck shit up.”

“Please, you’ve probably been motivated to fuck shit up since the moment you were born,” said Noel.

Naomi shrugged. “He’s got a point. Now, I am starving, so how about we go get some lunch?”

“I hear we’re having bagels today,” Lani said, and before she even finished, Naomi was sprinting to the cafeteria with speed ey didn’t know ey possessed. When the others got to their table, all regarded Naomi wearily.

“I think you’re going to make yourself sick,” Lani said finally.

Through a mouthful of bagel, Naomi declared “Worth it.”

She rolled her eyes, looking fondly exasperated, and twisted her hands together. “What would you think if I signed up to volunteer for Blaze?”

Naomi nearly choked on the bagel. After coughing a few times, ey exclaimed “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

Well, you see, it’s because you’d probably notice Blaze’s uncanny resemblance to me and connect the dots and then I would get expelled. But ey couldn’t exactly say that, so ey opted for “You might get caught.”

“It’s a good plan, Naomi, I won’t get caught. Plus, I can turn invisible, which is a major benefit if I want to sneak through his paperwork or something.”

“Yeah, but…” Ey flicked away a strand of hair. “I’m just overly paranoid, I guess. I’m your maybe-girlfriend and it’s my job to worry about you.” The thrill from the words almost silenced the anxiety bouncing around em.

Lani smiled. “I’ll be okay.”

And ey couldn’t exactly argue this more without giving away what ey was worried about being revealed in the first place, so ey just nodded and regarded eir plate. The knots in eir stomach made the bagel suddenly seem less appealing. All Naomi could do was brace emself for the inevitable shitstorm.

#straight a supervillain #these bitches gay good for them!#s writes things

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the one where tsukishima and sakusa go too far with teasing their crush

anonymous asks: Hiiiiii I LOVE ur writing, and I was wondering if I could request the haikyuu boys (whoever u think fits best) who constantly tease (borderline insult) their crush, who one day just breaks down from their harsh words and say to them something along the lines of “why do you hate me?”, and how the the haikyuu boys react to that. If possible, end with something fluffy 🥺? (Like a confession) TYSMMM ❤️❤️

a/n: hello! aww im glad you do :D wait i just realized you said to have the boys react to their crush saying why do you hate me- fuuuuu- ahem please forgive me for not reading the ask correctly ;w; i hope you still enjoy, nevertheless! and why did i write these long-

tw: mentions of self hate, kind of toxic behavior from sakusa

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . . 🖉

☾ he’s gonna be meaner the more he likes you ☾ like if he’s only realized he developed a crush on you, he’d treat you the same, but if it’s been weeks and you haven’t picked up the hint, he’s gonna be treating you like trash ☾ you find him staring down at you with a dead eye stare ☾ “what’s up, kei?” “you’re so short you look like a toddler” “..i’m the average height for a high schooler though-” ☾ his comments about your height never got to you, but then he started to target other regions of yourself ☾ like he’d give a rude remark about a low score you got on the quiz, or how you always look dead inside well he isn’t wrong ☾ whenever he said something negative about you, you just shot back a counter and brushed it off ☾ after a month of this going on, though, his words started to sting a bit ☾ “hey kei-” “can’t you stay quiet for one second? it’s like you blab out words every chance you get” ☾ imagine your surprise, since it was unusual of him to comment about you talking ☾ and one of your biggest insecurities is being annoying to others; you knew you tend to ramble about things, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind was always telling you about how people around you would get fed up with it ☾ did tsukki mean to say it like that? of course not; he was meaning to have a bit of humor in his statement ☾ he just said it in such an annoyed tone and way that it made it seem like he was bothered by you talking ☾ “..sorry, kei. my mind wandered for a bit..” ☾ you figured that he just had a bad day, and you were over it after a full night of sleep i could really use that ☾ the voice inside your head grew louder, however, and tsukishima’s comments didn’t help at all ☾ “stop bothering me about the homework; cant you see i’m busy? ugh, fine, take my notes if you’re that stupid-” ☾ “if you want attention, listen to this playlist. it should satisfy your longing for voices; i need to study for a test now” ☾ it got to the point where your mind was yelling at you about being a nuisance, and the final piece you needed to break just so happened to be during a practice match..

“You did great, blocking them all, Tsukki!” You exclaimed, flashing him a grin as you pass him his water bottle and towel. In all honesty, you were forcing your smile so hard, it began to hurt your jaw. “I could’ve blocked better if someone wasn’t screaming the whole time,” the middle blocker said, wiping sweat off his forehead. You had been passing out water bottles to the other players, but you stopped dead in your tracks when his words hit your ears. “Y/N-chan..?” Shimizu asked worriedly, eyeing your expression that Tsukishima couldn’t see. The said blonde took off his goggled to switch them out with his regular glasses. “It was just a practice match; getting hyped up wasn’t exactly the brightest idea your mind conjured up.” Putting his glasses on after wiping the lenses, he looked down at you to see your tear ducts brimming with your sadness. “..huh..?” You touched your face as a tear slid down your cheek. The other club members looked at you in concern. “Ah- don’t worry, everyone..” You wave your hands frantically as Daichi and Sugawara stare disapprovingly at Tsukishima. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just gonna.. step outside for a bit.” You forced another smile out onto your face, then quickly scampered out of the gym. The silence was so thick, you could slice it with a sword. Four-Eyes clearly didn’t expect you to be that emotional over his statement, as his face was filled with a small mixture of concern and confusion. He ran after you, shoving his things in his hands to Yamaguchi and leaving the rest of the team shocked into standing still. You had fled to a nearby bench, where you collapsed onto and shoved your face into your hands, desperately trying to stop your tears from shedding. How stupid, you thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you did; you made the team worry about you, and they’re all going to resent you the moment they find out the reason behind your crying. “Y/N.” Jolted out of your thoughts, you looked up to find Tsukishima staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Almost immediately, your face became flooded with streams of tears. You quickly looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “I-I’m sorry for talking so much, Tsukki, I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself-” “Shut up, Y/N.” He interrupted. You sighed and calmed your breathing. “This is what I’m talking about, Tsukishima.” You muttered, putting your face in your hands once again. “I’m just a pest to everyone; anyone I encounter will automatically hate me-” “Stop insulting yourself, dammit.” The middle blocker clenched his fists in anger. “You aren’t a nuisance, and you most definitely aren’t one to be hated on- I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but did it really affect you that much-” You slowly took your face out of your hands to see the blonde crouching, staring up at you. “'Did it really affect you that much?’ What do you think?! God, it really seems like you don’t consider my feelings at all, Tsukishima! I’ve been suspecting that you hate me, but why-?!” Said boy quickly clasped your hands in his, surprising you greatly. His usual expressionless face was morphed into one in a slight panic. “It’s because I like you, idiot!” Taking a moment to process his words, your whole face flushed a scarlet-red. “What?” The tips of Tsukishima’s ears were dusted with a soft coral-pink hue. “You heard me. I won’t repeat myself.” He averted his eyes from yours, squeezing your hands in nervousness. “I-” You were internally melting inside; who would’ve thought the salty beanpole would like someone like you? “But you would always push me to the side! Telling me you were busy and such!” Tsukishima stared at you like you were the biggest dumbass in the world. “I gave you my notes because I knew you didn’t have the energy to take them in class, and the playlist was a collection of songs I thought would suit you. Are you that dense?” “Who are you calling dense?!” You replied hastily. “And for your information, I haven’t given you my answer yet! Let go of my hands, and I’ll tell you, okay?” The middle blocker leaned in close to your face with his dead eye gaze. “It’s an agreement or disagreement, Y/N. What is your response?” You leaned back into the bench, but Tsukishima followed with your movements. “Um- I-” Your words crossed with each other, the lack of personal space making your head spin. “Yes?” Satisfied, the lamppost removed his hands from yours and flicked your forehead. “Simple as that, shortcake. If you want to freeze to death outside, that’s fine by me.” He began to walk back to the gym. “Wha- I’m not short!” You exclaimed, running after the four-eyes. “Also, I’m not the one who’s been sweating profusely for the past hour, so speak for yourself!” Tsukishima gently smiled as he heard you rapidly firing back at his comment. Looks like she’s back to her usual self. 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊 . . . 🖉

✤ obviously he’s gonna be commenting about your hygiene 24/7 ✤ the fact that he’s developed a crush on you doesn’t help, either; it means that you should be extra clean if he were to date you ✤ and of course he has to remind you almost every hour of the day; whether it be by text or in person ✤ now, you didn’t mind him checking up on you every couple of days, but every hour?? ✤ you’re convinced that sakusa has had some sort of trauma in the past, fighting with germs ever since he was a child okay not really.. unless? ✤ he doesn’t even do this to the other people he’s acquainted with; you’ve asked koromi about it, and he says sakusa just sprays him with holy water a disinfecting solution ✤ now you’re confused as to why you’re getting special treatment from him, when you two aren’t as close as him and his cousin ✤ so you personally went to his class to ask him about it ✤ “hey kiyoomi, why do you remind me to be clean every hour that you’re awake?” “because you shouldn’t have a single germ on you.” “but it’s literally the same message every time; at least make it seem more interesting” “cleaning yourself should be simple, not complicated” ✤ you got fed up with it as another week went by, which is understandable, since this clean freak was spamming your phone hour after hour without missing a single text ✤ the fact that sakusa was willing to put effort into reminding you about your hygiene was kind of sweet, but the same message every. single. damn. time. was annoying you like hell ✤ and when you tell him to stop and that you already know how to get rid of germs, he gave you a disgusted look ✤ this had to be one of the most nasty expressions he had ever made, because you stood paralyzed to the floor ✤ “i have been reminding you for your own good, y/n. why don’t you just appreciate what i do for you, instead of complain about it?” ✤ your mouth stayed shut, your tongue feeling as though it was glued to the top of your mouth ✤ “don’t mention anything like this again” ✤ you meekly nodded, and he strolled out the classroom ✤ the moment he was gone, you collapsed onto the floor out of fear, shivering as you replayed the scene again and again in your head ✤ the main question that circled your head was: why was he acting so controlling? ✤ the night after, you texted sakusa, and asked him to meet up with you at your favorite spot ✤ surprisingly, he complied. and you were waiting for awhile by the time he got there..

“Sakusa, hi!” You greeted your friend with a small but warm smile. The ace frowned; it was unlike you to call him by his last name. In fact, it had been months since you’ve said his name with such coldness in your voice. “..why did you call me out here?” He questioned in a low tone. Your eyes grew dark as you thought about what to say to him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I feel as though we need to.” Sakusa’s own eyes narrowed as you spoke each word. “Are you still going to complain about my reminders to you?” Shaking your head, you stared at your feet while hugging your arms to your chest. “Of course not, I heard what you told me to do. I just.. wanted to know why you got so angry, is all.” The jet-black haired boy stared down at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember what specifically happened the day before. “I don’t know what you’re remembering, Y/N, but I wasn’t angry in the slightest. Are you sure you aren’t thinking of another memory of yours?” Your head snaps up when he said that he wasn’t angry. “Yes, I’m very sure.” You firmly say. “Maybe you don’t think you seemed angry, but you were downright furious. It was.. kind of terrifying.” “Are you saying I was out of control yesterday?” “No, just..” You subconsciously hugged your arms tighter to your body, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “..intimidating.” Sakusa tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. You found him intimidating? Just from a little conversation that happened because of you’re questioning ways? “I’m tired, and I’m sure you are, too,” you continued, not catching on that your friend was becoming annoyed with your talking. “Which is why I want to end this quickly. Sakusa, I have a life, too. As much as I appreciate what you do for me, I can take care of myself without your help-” “You’re repeating the same words you stated yesterday, just in different phrasing.” The germaphobe harshly cut in. “I said this once, but I will say it again, for your sake. I am doing this for your own good-” “-and I know what’s good for me and what isn’t, Sakusa!” You exclaimed, your arms no longer crossed. “I can make my own decisions! I’m not some dumb little kid you have to look after-” “Y/N-” “-so just drop this already! It doesn’t help anyone; it doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you-” “Y/N.” Sakusa lost all patience. He towered over you, his hands clenched tightly into fists. You slightly shrink at his actions, your arms up in defense. The ace didn’t seem to notice your fear as he took a step forward. “You are crawling with so many germs, I can practically see them all over you. You are in no condition to be deciding on your hygiene, when you can’t even rid of the many dirt particles covering your skin.” He took another step forward, and you step back, unsure of what to do. Sakusa broke out of his anger when he heard a slight sob leave your lips. “Why do you hate me so much, Sakusa?!” You asked, pain laced into your voice. “I’m perfectly capable of not being dirty, can’t you see?! Why can’t you just leave me alone-” You used your sleeves to start wiping the tears away, although they doubled to replace the ones you removed. The ace hesitantly enveloped you in a hug, making you break down even more. “Sakusa- no- you’re gonna get germs on you-” You stammered, resisting the temptation to bury your face into his chest. “..I made you cry. I need to pay the consequences.” Said boy murmured, rubbing shapes onto your back. You continued to cry for a good 5 minutes, before slowly pushing him away. “..thank you.” You sniffled. “I know consequences has nothing to do with that. Why did you-?” “I like you, Y/N.” He cut you off, making your eyes widen. “The reason why I’d been constantly reminding you to wash up is because I thought I should date someone who was clean to the touch. That was wrong of me, so very wrong. I apologize, and it’s fine if you reject-” You shut him up with a kiss to his mask. “Are you traumatized yet?” You asked, trying to crack a smile. “That’s my revenge from yesterday.” Sakusa blinked multiple times before realizing what you did. “..I guess I deserved that. So is that a yes..?” You broke out into a beautiful, radiant smile this time, the moonlight making you glow even more than you already were. “Of course, Kiyoomi!”

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