𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

pairing: atsumu miya x chubby reader

word count: 1.2k

contents: somno, dubcon (reader is asleep), unprotected sex, praise, needy atsumu, he's just absolutely smitten with you - minors do not interact !! this is under a cut because it's longer than 1k asdfghj (that was not intended originally)

atsumu wakes up in the morning before you wake up and he's hard. it's a natural body function plus with your soft body wrapped around him who can blame him. atsumu blinks out the sleep in his eyes as he squeezes your body and brings you closer. these mornings are the perfect mornings for him, where he gets to watch you sleep and be close to you without you trying to hide away and get shy. he loves your cute face when you tell him off for looking at you to long but right now he gets to feast his eyes onto every single part of you.

atsumu brushes his thumb across your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as his thumb lingers on your lips. he can't help but smile as your body sinks more into his, seeking his body out and finding comfort in him even when you're asleep. this is meant to be just an innocent act but he can't help himself as he slowly pushes his thumb into your mouth, a groan filling the air as you enclose your mouth around him. his dick twitches as he feels your wet and warm mouth and he groans again as he decides he wants to have some fun.

he pulls his thumb out of your lips entranced by the string of saliva between your two bodies connecting. his other hand pushes up your tshirt, his tshirt, as he takes one of your breasts and plays with you. his thumb gently strokes your breasts, barely putting enough pressure and not touching you where you needed to be touched. he takes some amount of pity on you and pinches your nipple softly, making them pebble and shine with your own saliva. atsumu smirks as he grazes both your nipples making your breathing heavy.

he gets more greedy as he runs his hands as over your body, holding your plush stomach and kneading your thick hips. "fuck, yer so pretty sweetheart," atsumu whispers in your ear. he grinds his hips slowly, causing you to push back to him trying to get him to move more. atsumu grips hold of your hips making sure you don’t move in your sleep again and carries on gyrating, breathing heavily behind you. he can’t hold back anymore, he’s addicted to your body, your smell, the way you feel, you. he just needs to be in you. he can't hold himself back as he pulls off his minimal clothes he slept in slowly as not to wake you up.

he knows for a fact that you only wear one of his shirts to bed, you say they feel comfortable.

however, the first time atsumu asked you to wear some of his clothes you felt nervous and insecure, you knew that he loved you but you're bigger than him and you thought his clothes wouldn't fit the way he expected it to, it wouldn't drown you and make you look small, atsumu kept giving you those pleading eyes and you decided you would try it, just for him. you tried on one of his tshirts and refused to look in the mirror knowing you'd change your mind and take it off, you wanted to make atsumu happy. you both knew that even if you decided you didn't want to try it on he'd understand and still be happy because he's with you but you've never been one to go back on what you said so you refused to look at your reflection and find atsumu and stand in front of him. looking down, staring at the floor and twiddling your fingers you waited until you heard your boyfriends reaction.

"holy fuck," you turned you head up to see him as he tripped over the couch in his way to get closer to you, he caught himself but you couldn't help but smile, you were glad you tried on tshirt. "shit, holy fuckin' shit, only wear my clothes from now on, 'kay? ya look so fuckin' good sweetheart." you giggled as you felt his hands grab hold of your hips.

"don't i look a bit-" atsumu cut you off with a kiss grinning at you wildly, his pupils dilated and eyelids heavy.

"''m not gonna let anyone be mean to my girlfriend, not even herself." you giggled as atsumu unapologetically kept his eyes on your body. "god, ya look so hot, yer so beautiful. it clings to ya in all the right places sweetheart. fuck. i wanna fuck ya right now, can i? can i sweetheart? need ya s' bad."

after that day you were more comfortable wearing his clothes knowing how much he liked them on you and you only ever wear his clothes around the house now. they really were comfortable and they grew on you as atsumu always did assure you how hot you looked in them. so it really was beneficial right now as atsumu knew that there was now no barrier separating you both after he took off his clothes as he gently starts lifting and bending your knee. gingerly he pushes himself into you, making sure he doesn't hurt you. groaning for the third time tonight he presses even closer to you, trying to soak up more of your body heat and your soft body.

you start waking up and mumbling at the movement. "sshhh, sweetheart, go back to sleep f'r me, i've got ya, get some rest," he says while stroking your hair. you drift back off to sleep, comfortable in atsumu's arms as he gently thrusts in and out of you. you start making little pretty noises in your sleep and atsumu just needs to hear more. he kisses down your neck and soft jaw, anywhere that isn't covered by clothes he's got his mouth on, placing hot kisses all over you. he holds onto your sides and massages your breasts, teasing your nipples making you moan in your sleep causing him to smirk, he can't help himself to do it more.

he places one hand on your pudgy stomach as he watches your body softly jiggle in time with his movements as your body rolls are squished closer together as he bends your knee higher up to see your pretty pussy shallow his cock. he can't help but salivate at the sight. his thrusts get more deliberate as he gets closer to his climax, he grips your love handles and moves quicker, still trying to be considerate at not waking you up. he hears you mumble tsumu in your sleep and that pushes him over the edge, burying his cock into you as far as he can, spilling into you. he desperately needs to always feel your pretty plush body and right now is no different as he smiles at you as he closes his eyes, bringing you even closer to him and snuggling up together as he goes back to sleep for another couple of hours still inside of you.

Ok time to make my hopefully coherent adjacent post about the whole ‘John made Alecto look like Barbie’ thing. Also this goes out to @opticor and @2impostors​ for the interest in my semi-coherent thoughts on this topic. 

I’ve seen people reading it as like ‘wow John took the soul of the earth and made her look like Barbie what a typical dude thing to do’ and personally I don’t at all vibe with that reading of it so now I am turning some rambly tags I made into a proper post. 

I’m going to start by posting a crappily highlighted passage, as is my wont:

I think one aspect of this that people misconstrue is “I wanted to make you the most beautiful body I could think of.” I think a lot of people are taking this as  beautiful=sexy=John is super gross and wanted to make the earth a sexy hot Barbie body. 

However, I very much read this as John, who loved the earth so much, wanting to make a beautiful vessel for the earth’s soul. I don’t think ‘sexy’ is the right way to interpret this one. There’s a big ol’ gulf between that ‘beautiful’ and the way people seem to be reading it as ‘sexy.’ Now is there a lot to unpack and think about in all of this? Yes. Is it ‘John is gross and made Alecto sexy because he’s gross and gave her the classic sexy lady body of Barbie?’ No. 

And also very key here is “Most of what had made me John had gone somewhere else. There were a few little thoughts left...a handful of things that made me me...”

I think it’s really worth keeping in mind here that in this moment John was barely holding onto anything of himself and thus turned to one of the few things he had left to grab at, aka a childhood memory of playing at his grandma’s house. And more specifically of playing with his mom’s old Barbie:

He was eating the soul of the earth and barely holding onto his own identity and personhood and turned to one of the few scraps of himself that remained. His memory of playing with his mom’s old Barbie as a kid was one of the few things he had left in that moment, and that was what his fragmented mind reached out to and grabbed onto as something beautiful. The way he talks about the Hollywood Hair Barbie is also very deeply not in the realm of like, ‘wow Barbie is so sexy and I wanted to make the earth sexy’ sdfghjk. He talks about her “little gold outfit and her long yellow hair.” He thinks she was “the best,” and “got to have all the adventures.” Sorry but this really doesn’t read as ‘ah yes Barbie, the sexiest of women. A doll I lusted over’ asdfghj. 

In a moment of almost completely losing his personhood and identity, John reached out to that memory and that very childlike love for something he’d found beautiful, and that was what his mind held onto. 

John is also very notably defensive about the fact that this was what he chose for Alecto. He seems to view this as something embarrassing. He’s not bragging about making a sexy body, he’s sort of self-consciously trying to explain why his torn to shreds mind grabbed at that form. 

When he made Alecto he wasn’t thinking in any coherent fashion. His broken mind was grabbing at his most basic, simple memories to find something beautiful. He wanted to give her a vessel that could have pretty yellow hair and have all the adventures. 

Also ngl I really don’t see ‘I loved playing with my mom’s old Barbie and having her go on adventures and I loved her pretty hair and her golden outfit’ as a typical dude thing. 

Like there is certainly a lot to think about vis a vis John’s view of himself as creator, and in how he also compares her to a Christmas tree fairy, a Renaissance angel, Adam and Eve, and Galatea. He evokes all of these when describing her, not just Barbie (and he also calls her “Frankenstein’s monster with long yellow hair.”) I think there is a TON to think over and discuss with all of that. (The relevant passage for those comparisons is on pg. 409 of NtN for the record). But yeah, there is a lot to analyze in the things he evokes in describing his act of creation (for one I find it interesting that  not all of them are ‘female,’ so to speak). There’s a lot to think about in terms of how he gave parts of himself to make her ( “I ripped half of my ribs from my body and made you from dirt, my blood, my vomit, my bone.” (pg. 408), and in him choosing to frame himself as creator, and as creator in a distinctly biblical way (the ribs being an obvious call to this). The reference to Galatea is also its own interesting thing. But anyway, John made her body from himself and oh boy is there a lot there but okay this paragraph is threatening to become too long, so I need to leave this topic for now and come back to it later in its own post sdfghj. 

ANYWAY, all of this is to say that I really think interpreting John’s creation of Alecto’s physical form as a ‘typical dude thing, he wanted to make her sexy and picked Barbie, the most basic ideal of womanhood’ is a reading that really misses the mark. 

Annnnd that’s all from me tonight, time to go to bed.

“My— it was probably a bad move I did, Tasuku-kun. As I said, nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Just sit and let me see, for Gods’ sake.”

Tasuku grabs Homare’s hand and makes a few motions, careful not to make the movements too quick. He sighs tiredly. “You know a wrist motion you do continuously can inflame the tissues around joints, right? You should try to use a computer like Minagi at least. I’m sure this is not the first time it’s hurt before a due date.”

With Tasuku already dabbing on antiseptic, Homare supposed he had no choice but to oblige.

“But how could I dare such thing! I’ll have you know it is imperative I present my drafts by hand so that I can fiddle with sonnets and rhythms without intermission, Tasuku-kun. Many of you might be unaware, but for us artists words are dictated by a gentle voice outside of ourselves. We fall under a spell— and become the conduit of forces beyond our power and control.”

Tasuku listens and chooses to make no comments, keeping his eyes on his work instead. The bulked actor twists the fabric up and around, layering it over with precision and an uncommon extra attentiveness that even Homare notices. Once he reaches the end of the wrist, he pauses.

“The bandages,” he nods, murmuring towards the hand, “are they too tight?”

Homare hums, then rotates his hand and gives a little shake. They stay in silence as he watches the winter actor now trying to finish tying the bandage. “…How very interesting indeed.”

Tasuku raises an eyebrow, his voice a slight tone of exasperation. “What now.”

“You are much gentler than I thought.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you took care of yourself, you know.” And yet despite his manner of speaking – brusque and curt like usual - he doesn’t lose hold of Homare’s hand. The poet notices this. Notices Tasuku could have let go by now, but keeps nagging at him about buying a splint, or at least call him for help whenever it started hurting again, all while tracing unconscious pressure on his wrist to alleviate the pain - as though he cared.

As if he was touching something precious to him.

Well, Tasuku has indeed always been a man of actions rather than words – completely opposite to Homare. “Are you even listening to me?”

Homare’s red eyes encounter a purple glaze staring right at him. Being taken care of still felt strange. He nods.

“Ah, but of course! I shall buy the wrist splint you mention. I was merely thinking about those angry wrinkles on your forehead.”

“What?”

“See? There they are again,” with his free hand, Homare’s thumb traces a vertical line in between Tasuku’s eyebrows, trying to erase them. “You frown too much, Tasuku-kun.”

“That’s because the lot of you drive me insane daily.”

He doesn’t retreat or shake his head to stop what’s going on. In fact, Tasuku’s whole body seems to melt at Homare’s brief touch. It makes his eyes soften, despite such a response. Homare laughs.

Both of them have yet to let go of the other’s hold.

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Adding this beautiful drawing of the last scene courtesy of my talented and lovely friend @usuallyangrypanda 💕 It captures the emotions so well I think it's mandatory for me to put it here asdfghj thank you my love!

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~Spoilers from the second episode~

That scene where Loki is sleeping in the table while Mobius reads? Domestic AF, my heart can't take it

I can just imagine Mobius takin Loki's jacket from the chair and covering him with it asdfghj, please the need of fluff in me is insatiable

Agreed! I loved the domestic side.

Also because now I am thinking of Loki waking up, just to find Mobius still sleeping (he tried to continue their work, fell asleep again) and the jacket on his shoulder.

"Variant" he thinks "A good joke".

Not really, it hurt him, but he won't accept this thought.

Mobius is sleeping with his head on the table, the arm he used to rest his chin on is now covering the various documents Mobius was working on.

Loki tries to take a look at the document Mobius must have been looking at before falling asleep. It's half hidden under Mobius's arm, so he can only make out a few words from his perspective. Another apocalypse, apparently.

"2016, the election of Do" something, the rest is hidden.

He doesn't want to risk waking Mobius up, so he doesn't try to grab the whole paper. And he doesn't want to risk it...just because. He can be a nice person, he doesn't need a reason for not wanting to wake people up. Also, if Mobius is sleeping in front of him...a mischevious smile creeps on Loki's face.

One should never fall asleep in front of the God of Mischief.

But, what should he do, what evil trick should he play on Mobius?

Loki falls back on his chair, with his arms crossed. Then, he leans back on the table, unti his face is just a few centimetres of distance from Mobius's one.

"He looks so tired, even when he is sleeping. Would his face looks more beautiful if he was rested?"

No, wait.

Loki did just not think that. "More beautiful". Mobius isn't beautiful. He is...not ugly. It would be a lie to blatant even for the God of Illusions. Loki admits, with sincerity, some could find Mobius attractive, very attractive. He is not among those, though. He doesn't simply look at Mobius and thinks "Oh AllFather, what a man". No, no, that's not Loki's style and that's not what he thought when he first saw him.

Which reminds him, the first time they saw eachothers, Loki was incredibly vulnerable and Mobius had the upper hand.

Now it's the opposite, now Mobius is vulnerable and Loki should definitely do something. He has the upper hand!

That's when he notices Mobius is slightly shaking.

Is it cold in there? He wouldn't know, he is a frost giant, "cold both inside and outside", he reminds himself.

But Mobius is...human? He looks like it. He doesn't look like a cold-blooded creature, even though the Space Lizards who created him are.

And then, Loki has a brilliant idea. A mischevious, very mischevious idea.

He stands up, walks to Mobius and puts his jacket over him.

"Ah!" he thinks triumphantly "Who's the Variant, now?"

Always him.

On Mobius, it looks just like they printed the wrong writing on the work uniform.

But at least now he seems to have stopped shaking.

Loki smiles before he can stop himself.

Mobius looks particularly endearing when he sleeps. And he looks like an heavy sleeper. Someone who wouldn't just wake up if they were to be talked to or touched.

Loki blames this on his mother. He has a hidden caring attitude and he took it from her.

His mother, who always used to sing to him and tell him stories and use her magic to create small illusion to make him laugh when putting him in bed.

And always, always kissed him good night. A kiss, on his head.

The library is empty, anyway.

So Loki leans in, and he just place a small kiss through Mobius's hair. It's just...it's just a good night. And the whole seeing his mother die has shaken him, it's also a way of remembering her, her sweetness, her care.

Mobius suddenly jerks awake.

Oh, fuck. He is not an heavy sleeper.

Loki is still half leaned on when Mobius snaps his head up and their faces are, once again, just a few centimetres from eachothers.

"There was a fly, I was just trying to... shush it away" Shush? What a silvertongue you are, uh, Loki? "You can thank me. I am going to get myself a cup of coffee."

And with that, Loki leaves. Feeling like a fool.

Mobius is not a heavy sleeper, but he has just woken up, he has only understood half of what Loki has said and he is not sure it makes any sense.

Then he notices the jacket.

"Variant" he chuckles.

It suits him really well, actually. It's a nice jacket, it doesn't make the same offect of a cloak, but it's not like Loki needs good clothing to make an impression. That guy is just...he is a one man show, walking around, causing mischief, creating nexuses.

But he also puts jackets on men who should stop thinking about how sweet is to be shown that sort of care.

He is very sleepy and his mind is very vulnerable to run through fantasies he wouldn't allow himself in the morning.

He looks at the papers in front of him and at the clock on the wall (yes, it looks like it makes no sense with all those numbers, way more than 12, but after a while it comes easy to interpret).

When Loki comes back, the desk is empty.

Well, not completely empty.

His jacket is there. No trace of Mobius, though.

Loki sighs, really hoping the fly story made sense, and takes his jacket.

He is not cold, but he wears it anyway. They want to remind him he is the Variant? He is not going to let them forget it.

The moment he puts his hands in the pockets, he feels there's something in one of them.

In the right pocket, a tiny piece of paper, with something written in pen.

"See you tomorrow at 8 o'clock, partner (when the green hand falls on the 8). Thanks for helping with that fly."

Loki this time doesn't care feel ashamed for smiling.

"Damned flies" he thinks to himself "they are going to be all over the place these days. Won't be easy to shush 'em all away."

Sorry, this wasn't going to be a fanfiction, but it got out of hand.

Hey could you do any chubby!Reader stuff? Maybe with Diluc, Childe or kaeya (or all if you have the time :D) it would make my whole year!! <33

this prompt is gr8 thank u for requesting it

everyone is absolutely beautiful in their own ways and i hope mihoyo includes some thicker characters that arent just npcs one day (also srry this is so short asdfghj)

diluc

diluc is known for being a gentleman so he really wouldn't care what you looked like

he was drawn to your personality and when you expressed your doubts about how you didn't look like jean or amber, he would laugh and call you crazy for even thinking like that

he loves you for you (period)

"It's three in the morning - what are you doing?"

Diluc looks down at you on the floor, his hair unruly and his eyes tired from lack of sleep. You were currently doing sit-ups on your bedroom floor, "I'm working out."

"Why?"

"To loose weight."

Diluc rolls his eyes and pulls you off the floor easily. "Let's go back to bed," He says, trying to push you back into bed.

You groan, "But Diluc, I'm fat!"

He nearly laughs in your face. "You're not fat," He says flatly, "Can we go back to sleep now?"

You throw your hands up, "I have such chubby thighs and so many stomach rolls-"

Diluc sighs, cutting you off by throwing you onto your bed. He climbs on top of you and you feel the ends of his hair tickle your forehead, "You're so beautiful. If you want to work out, then we'll do it together, okay? You don't need to change a thing about yourself."

You pout but grab Diluc's face with your hands anyways. You press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling him down next to you, snuggling into his side. "Alright, alright. We can go to sleep now."

childe

honestly, he loved that you weren't traditionally skinny

along with your unique personality, childe found you absolutely intriguing and wasted no time in complimenting you any chance he got

and because of his constant compliments, you ego grew

Before meeting Childe, you tended to wear baggy clothes to hide your body. You didn't want anyone to see what you really looked like underneath but that all changed when you met Childe.

He inflated your ego every time he talked to you, slowly helping you grow your confidence and love yourself. He even went shopping with you, hyping you up when you tried on clothes that were out of your comfort zone.

Of course, you still had bad days where we tore apart your bedroom trying to find anything that didn't make you feel like a whale. More often that not on these days you ended up sitting on the floor and crying.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" Childe asks, coming into your bedroom to find you giving up on the floor. He immediately crouched down to your level and lifted your chin.

"I'm so fat," You cried, trying to curl into a sweatshirt.

"You look great, babe," Childe replied.

You glared at him, "You're only saying that because you have to!"

Childe sighed and started going through your closet himself. You felt a piece of clothing get tossed on your head and you pulled it off to reveal one of your favorite shirts. "Come on," Childe said again, "Put that on. I'm taking you out to dinner so I can show off the most beautiful person in the world."

kaeya (slightly nsfw)

this goes without saying but kaeya thinks your curves are extremely attractive

if you're feeling bad about yourself, kaeya will run his fingers up and down your hips, dancing his nails across your stomach or sucking kisses into your thighs

he knows how gorgeous you are and wants to help you see it too

After having a meltdown because your pants didn't fit anymore, Kaeya pushed you down onto your bed and immediately buried his face between your thighs.

"I'll suffocate you," You mumbled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, "My thighs are too big."

Kaeya chuckled against your skin, bearing his teeth and nipping at the flesh. Your groaned internally and shifted closer to him, "They're perfect."

He began to press wet kisses along the inside of your thighs before pushing up to his knees and lifting your shirt up. His kisses continued and in-between each other he muttered a praise about you.

When his lips met your own, he kissed you like he never had before. His hands intertwined with yours and cupped your face. When he pulled away he said, "There's never been someone as ethereal as you before."

"Kaeya..."

"I'm serious," He said, his joking tone aside, "You light up the entire world, Y/N."

tbott headcanons by me

the author

no one in particular asked for this, but

headcanons for tbott sleepy bois

tbott techno

4 words

Nerd with pink hair.

Techno is quite the bookworm, thanks to y/n constantly buying/finding him new books and feeding his minor addiction over the years. He was a  fiend for knowledge.

And he so happens to have pink hair.

Techno is about 6’2 ish maybe a bit less, which is tall for his age. He’s about 16 ish.

Something that hasn’t been vital but I think about a lot while writing, he has a nose ring. A septum to be precise, a little gold ring. He got it for his 14th birthday, and y/n even went with him for it. He often fiddles with it when he’s nervous.

He often wears jeans and t shirts, if it’s colder he’ll grab a hoodie. He likes button ups, and he really likes cardigans and so does Wilbur! His glasses are simple black rectangle fames, and they’re only for reading because he normally wears contacts. Even tho he hates them.

Techno would never admit it vocally, but he’s a huge cuddle bug. Especially when he hasn’t seen y/n for a while, or he happens to catch her in a low time. Middle of the night, a sleep over in the tree house, he would 100% “unintentionally” try to pull y/n close.

He also tries to catch tommy at a time when he’s sleepy, so he can try to hug his little brother. He often finds tommy incredibly annoying, since he’s a tad to chaotic for techno, but when tommys cuddly techno is all for it.

Techno does this sorta stalker ish thing when y/n or mentions something they really like, he researches them. He gets as knowledgeable on those topics as he can. He wants to always be able to have a conversation with y/n about something she likes, it makes pulling smiles out of her even easier.

tbott wilbur

He may seem like a sad boy a whole lot rn, (I’m so sorry) but he’s a happy boy usually! He’s a constant smile that roams the house.

Wilbur is about 6’4 ish, and he’s 18. He owns about 10 pairs of black skinny jeans and he owns copious amounts of sweaters. He’s very style oriented most of the time, but it’s not out of ordinary to catch him in some basketball shorts or pj pants and a t shirt.

Wilbur was a protective brother, growing up he payed close attention to how people treated techno, since he was a bit..antisocial. But wilbur was sure he wouldn’t have that problem with Tommy. For obvious reasons.

Wilbur and tommys relationship (is my favorite asdfghj) is pretty awesome. Tommy in his most chaotic forms, matches the levels of wilburs energy. Mans likes his coffee. They’re a scary duo. But an entertaining one.

Wilburs love language is very vocal, tho he’ll always go for a hug, he very much thinks words mean more than actions themselves. Hence putting his feelings into lyrics often.

He’s written many songs about y/n. She’s never heard any of them. Wilbur used to walk with techno and y/n each morning, and he loved to hear her babble on and on about whatever thing she found exciting thay particular day.

Wilbur had a bad habit of convincing himself out of talking to her, which was why they never had much of a friendship growing up. He was really glad when they started to talk though, he looked forward to it often. He always had a soft spot for the way she always listens so intently, making sure she won’t forget anything he tells her. Especially if they’re talking interests.

Tbott tommy

I’m gonna paint you a picture for this one, a small picture.

It was a hot day in august and the crew had just gotten back from a beach day, and tommy was irritated. They had learned, very fast, tommy did not like the beach.

As soon as they were in through the door, and Phil let Tommy on his own feet. Tommy was reaching for his bag that Phil was holding. Confused, Phil handed him the bag. Immediately, tommy unzipped the bag and grabbed the bottom of it flipping it upside down.

A wave of sand hit the wood floors.

Phil, techno, and Wilbur stood dumbstruck.

When had he managed to get his bag full of sand? Why had he put sand in his bag? Where were the things that were supposed to be in his bag?

The answers to these questions, as tommy said,: when he did. Cause he wanted to. Sand.

“D-do ya not like the sand tommy?” Techno asked. Still throughly confused. Tommy looked up at his older brother and pointed to the car.

Phil’s eyes widened. Wilbur was the first out to the car, opening the door to the back seat tommys car seat was placed, and low and behold, there was a crab sitting on his car seat.

He got the sand, for his crab.

Tommy also only listens to y/n while mid temper tantrum’s, which was something Phil wished they hadn’t learned only months prior.

Tbott Phil

He’s a soft dad, he’s very caring and not harsh.

He cares less about discipline and more about the lessons he wants to teach his kids that they can learn from, rather than punishing.

The only kid he’s grounded was wilbur, which seems like it would be obvious because Tommy is like 4 and techno is..techno.

Phil learned early on that y/ns parents were rather unpresent. He started keeping extra things around the house like a toothbrush, a hair brush, girl shampoo. Because he wanted her to have everything she needed when she needed to be there, or chose to be.

He even tried to buy her clothes for the house, they didn’t fit but she appreciated it so much.

Phil enjoys days where the boys go off to school and it’s just him and tommy. Though he loves his older boys, watching tommy grow up is incredibly entertaining. His mind works so strangely and Phil finds it so amazing.

Phil was one of y/ns emergency contacts per her parents request. So when y/n got in trouble, he was often the one to find out first. Or when she got hurt or sick. She was like a daughter to him. He even often joked she was his favorite child.

Tommy didn’t like this joke.

When Phil first became a dad, he wasn’t a good cook. But over the years he’s mastered his craft and was quite the chef.

I hope this is something you guys enjoy! It’s just a little more insight to how I see the sleepy bois in this au in particular! And hopefully this may help with blurb requests!

10:41 PM CST - Mickey's just about to pour syrup on this waffles when Ian snatches up the plate, What the fuck, Gallagher? Ian hands over the plate to Liam whose passing by and points at Mickey telling him he to needs start eating healthier and turns to walk back into the kitchen with no further comment. Mickey watches him, confused, then ask out-loud, what was that about?  Liam answers him by telling him about the medical show they were just watching where a 33-year old died from a heart attack. Mickey shakes his head telling Liam his brothers an idiot and Liam agrees, they all are. Mickey pushes himself out of the chair and goes to the kitchen, on a mission to grab the pop tarts. Ian's rummaging through the fridge when he sees what he's doing, he takes the box out of his hand, and puts it back in the cabinet, I'm serious, Mick, I don't want to be widowed at 30. Mickey leans back against the sink, eyebrows raised and a little smirk, Don't want to be a prison widow, don't want to be a regular widow - you have a long list of demands. Ian narrows his eyes, unamused, then picks up a banana and hands it to Mickey. Mickey's shoulders drop with a frown and he takes the offered banana, You eat your weight in expired cereal, how am I the unhealthy one? he says gesturing to the cereal box with the banana. I work out and I do eat a healthy meal every once in a while, Ian says while pouring a cup of juice. Mickey counters that by saying he eats health too, that he just had fish the other day. Fish sticks don't count, Mickey pouts, look I'm not saying you only have to eat healthy, just sometimes. Mickey blows out a heavy breath and a yeah, yeah then takes his banana and heads into the living room. And maybe work out a little too, Ian calls after to which Mickey answers with the middle finger.   

We're going to Kev's gym tomorrow, Ian says as he climbs into bed after Mickey. Mickey squeezes the bridge of his nose before gesturing out with his hand, You're seriously still on this?  Then, seeing the stubborn look on Ian's face, Mickey sighs and tries for one last out, I thought you didn't want me doing shit till this is all healed, he gestures to his chest and shoulder. Just the blisters and they're looking a lot better. But you could go for a run with me in the morning instead? To which Mickey gives a hard no. So the gym? Ian asks smugly. Whatever, Mickey pulls the blankets up as he lays down. Ian looks down at him-still with his smug smile. Mickey's mouth starts to tilt up at the edges, Asshole. This makes Ian break into a toothy smile and he leans down to kiss his husband. 

man he’s really worried about his mans huh 🥺 i mean i’ll be honest if i had a spouse and they started trying to dictate what i eat and how much i exercise i’d kill them in their sleep or even better gone girl them asdfghj, but he just wants to have his husband with him forever so i’ll allow it. anyway i bet after they kissed mickey was like i know another way we could get a workout in 😏, bc he’s smooth/maybe-not-smooth-at-all like that, and since ian’s in love with him he laughed and leaned down to kiss him again and just hum that pleased way he does and then. the screen faded to black 😌

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now post all of it

asdfghj why are you like this /lh

im only gonna put the first chapter

Jayli felt her cheeks grow hot as the other girls laughed. Just ignore them. She picked up her pace.

“Hey James!” called a voice from behind her. Jayli grimaced but turned around. “Nice skirt. Which homeless lady did you steal it from?” Jessica grinned at her, lips forming a mocking smile.

Jayli said nothing, just rocked back and forth slightly, unsure what to do.

“No, really,” Jessica smirked. “It looks so good. Dumpster dive chic is really in right now.” Her friends all snicked. One of them held up her hand for a high-five, which Jessica ignored. She stepped forward, grabbing Jayli’s shoulders and yanking her towards herself. “You’ll never be like us,” she whispered before pushing Jayli back. Jayli stumbled, trying to catch her balance. She fell, her backpack cushioned the landing slightly but it still hurt. Tears pricked at her eyes, and not just because of the fall.

A voice comes from behind Jessica. “Would you knock it off already? Some of us are trying to smoke here.”

Jayli looked up to see a girl leaning against the sign for the bus stop. She looked around Jayli’s age, maybe a little older. Her bangs were dyed purple, in stark contrast with the rest of her light brown hair. She wore a red, pin-covered jacket and bore a lit cigarette in hand.

Jessica visibly stiffened as she realized she was in the presence of an upperclassman. She laughed awkwardly, “Come on Sara, look at him. I mean, he’s wearing a skirt.”

The girl, Sara, raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Yeah. And she looks great. Now beat it.” She took a puff of the cigarette and prepared to blow it at Jessica.

“Whatever. This place is lame anyway. Come on girls, let's go.” They walked away, one of them stepping on the spilled contents of Jayli’s backpack.

Once they were out of sight the girl let the smoke out with a breathy laugh. She held out a hand, “Want some help?”

“Thanks.” Jayli pulled herself up. Even though she was almost a head shorter the girl was surprisingly strong. She brushed the dirt of her skirt and crouched to pick up her backpack.

“Ignore that bitch, you look great.” The girl looked her up and down. “Just so you know, you're supposed to wear it at your waist, not your hips. It’ll make you look more feminine.”

Jayli blushed, quickly adjusting her skirt. “Oh. Thanks.” She tossed her bag over her shoulder and sat on the bus stop bench.

“You waiting for the bus?” Sara asked

“Yeah. You?”

“Nah” She replied, “I just like standing here. It's a nice place to think.” She paused, gazing across the street at the rows of shops and passerbys. “What's your name, by the way? Not James, I’m assuming.”

“Jayli.” she said

“You don't talk much, do you Jayli?” a crooked smile formed as she blew out more smoke.

“Sorry. You're Sara, right?”

She frowned. “Only sometimes.”

“Oh.” Jayli wasn't sure how to respond. “What should I call you?”

The girl looked around, as if looking for a name. After a moment she replied, “Poison.” Jayli repeated it under her breath, committing it to memory. She sat in silence for a while, glancing over at Poison. She was pretty in a punk rock sort of way. Jayli looked down and tugged at the hem of her skirt, wishing it was longer. The autumn air was cold against her bare legs.

Poison broke the silence. “She/her, they/them and it/its, by the way”

“What?” Jayli looked up, confused.

“My pronouns. Yours are she/her, I'm assuming?”

“Oh. Um, yes. She/her.” Jayli looked around, wanting to keep the conversation going but not knowing what to say. “I like your jacket.”

Poison's eyes lit up. “Thanks! It's a DIY. I got it for like ten bucks at Goodwill and dyed it by hand.” They turned so Jayli could see the patches that covered the back. “I sewed these on by myself.” She brought her cigarette back up to her mouth and, realizing it was now just the butt, flicked it into a nearby trash can. They reached into their pocket and pulled out another. Holding it out to Jayli she asked, “Want one?”

“No thanks. I don't smoke. Sorry”

“Don't be, it's for the best. I wish I never started.” Poison lit the cigarette and didn't explain further. Jayli was curious but didn't want to push the issue. She heard a low humming sound as the bus approached.

Poison gestured to the bus. “This yours?”

Jayli nodded. She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, her leg bouncing slightly with anxiety. She loved her parents but they could be a little... much. And after the day of incessant teasing she had she was not looking forward to going home. The bus pulled up and the doors opened but Jayli hesitated.

“Are you gonna get on or what?” Poison’s tone was sarcastic but their smile showed they were joking.

“Actually, I was wondering- I mean could I, like, hang out with you for a bit? Home life has been a bit hectic lately and, I don't know I’m just not really up for it right now.” Jayli squeezed her eyes shut, expecting the worst. After a moment she opened her eyes and couldn't quite place the look that Poison was giving her. Sad, but not exactly pity. Understanding, she realized.

The bus driver cleared his throat and that seemed to bring Poison back to reality. “Sure. I was thinking about walking around in the woods behind the school, you down?” She asked with a smile.

Jayli grinned. “Absolutely.” The bus driver sighed and closed the doors before driving off.

Kuroo x Reader

I’m bored so imma serve some tasty one shots

(serve ahaha get it… like the volleyball serve? Ok i’ll shut up now)

Notice:

(-) are authors notes, my notes

L/N is your last name, Y/N is your first name (I’m sure you already assumed this but just in case)

This one shot takes place during the nationals (im crying cuz its been a good 3 months since I saw my haikyuu husbands due of quarantine AND i couldnt play volleyball ma vaffanc-)

You are a volleyball player, a setter to be specific (yes cuz I am a setter), in the Nekoma girl’s team. 

My grammar and sentence structure S U C K cuz I didn't speak english properly for a good month now, so excuse me 

Without a further ado lets get into it.

~~~

To be very honest you were intimidated by the boy’s team. 

I mean how couldn’t you? Have you seen their skill? Their power?

Absolutely terrifying. 

However you got closer to all of them thanks to Kenma. 

You two met your first year out of pure coincidence and started talking about games, your friendship clicked right then and there.

Plus, with him being a setter too, you guys gave each other tips and suggestions a lot of times, you even convinced him to practice together sometimes.

That’s how you met Kuroo. One day he saw you too setting to each other and stood there very interested. 

The captain of the boy’s team was extremely popular, in both the girls volleyball team and the whole mf school. 

I mean how couldn’t he? Tall, strong, very smart, athletic and a third year. The perfect recipe for a bottomless abyss of thirsty girls and boy.

That was the thing that scared you the most about him. The gap between your social status was waaaay too big.

“I have never seen Kenma enjoying setting to another person so much. Especially to someone that isn’t a spiker, Hinata or me.” He held out his hand.

“Tetsuro Kuroo, nice to meet you.” You hesitantly shook his hand back. “L/N F/N, nice to meet you too.”

“You’re in the girls team right?” And that’s how your friendship with him began.

After that encounter you often came to see the boys practice after your own practice was over, since the guys usually stayed a little bit late. 

There they usually asked you to set for them, sometime to play a game together. It was very fun and you got close to all of them very quickly.

Who knew they could all be so friendly after all?

Both the girls team and the boys team made it into the nationals and you were extremely happy about it.

Little did you know, Kuroo was planning to ask you on a date while there. 

“Do you really think y/n is going to say yes kenma?” He asked him a bit nervously while changing. 

“NO WAY YOU LIKE Y/N CAP?!?!” Yamamoto yelled in the changing room.

“Yeah yell it a bit louder you fucker.” Kuroo hissed. “Besides, are you surprised? I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“I heard from their captain that the girls are going to watch our game. You better give your best out there and impress her Tetsurou.” Yaku said while giving him a pat on the back. 

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Kuroo said while confidently grinning. He was going to win and take you on the best date ever.

You looked at the boys team very thrilled. You were so proud of each and everyone of them, but for some reason you kept a close eye to Kuroo. 

His movements were fluid and fast, his spikes strong, and his receives always landed perfectly on top of kenma.

As a setter, there was nothing more attractive than a ball well received.

As a person, fuck Kuroo when playing was hot.

“Oh is this the infamous Nekoma playing?” You heard a voice next to you asking. (ASDFGHJ MIYANO MAMOROU VOICES ATSUMU SO ITS BASICALLY HEARING DAZAI I JUST-)

A blond, tall and fairly muscular guy suddenly appeared next to you. His sweatshirt said Inarizaki High.

Hold the fuck up, this guy is from Inarizaki? Isn’t that a powerhouse school?

“Ah you must be from the Nekoma girl’s team too judging from your red sweatshirt. Congratulations for making it into nationals!” He smiled.

“T-thank you. You are from Inarizaki High right?” You asked.

“Precisely. I’m Miya Atsumu, nice to meet you …?”

“Y/N, L/N Y/N. Wow you’re THE Atsumu Miya? Why are you watching Nekoma?”

You two talked a while, him being surprisingly funny and lighthearted and you more outgoing than the usual. Maybe it was due to the adrenaline from your previous game.

You strangely got so along that you didn't notice the game being over for quite a long time now, and you even got to meet his brother Osamu. 

“And who are them?” You heard a familiar voice behind you. Kuroo was standing with a very rigid face.

“Oh if it isn’t the Nekoma captain.” Atsumu grinned. “Congratulations for your first victory at the nationals!”

“Why thank you. Miya Atsumu and Osamu correct? You are quite a famous duo aren’t you.” He bitterly smiled. 

Your clueless ass couldn’t see the invisible battle that was raging between the three of them and that’s why you were so confused on why Kuroo was so stiff, even though he was usually so outgoing.

“Well anyways, it’s been a pleasure y/n, I hope you come and see our game!” 

Atsumu grinned and looked up like this:

“I’m sure it’s going to be waaaay more fun to watch than those kitties.” He looked at you innocently. “Bye bye!”.

Kuroo was on fire. The moment the twins were out of sight his smile dropped and whispered “That blond bastard.”

“Hey, he was nice, don’t insult him like that.” You nudged him playfully. 

“Well, but I can’t help getting jealous.” 

You two both remained quiet.

 “You’re… jealous?” You asked.

“Ah, I said that out loud didn’t I.” Ah fuck it, it’s now or never Tetsurou. “Y/n… I get very jealous of anyone that talks or even stares at you.”

He took a deep breath. “And I think it is because I fear someone might steal you away from me. All those practices we spent, the times we are together they always make me happy. And I want to be the reason for your happiness as well. So…” he grabbed your hands gently.

“Will you go out with me?”

You were overwhelmed with emotions. The team captain… Kuroo.. With you? You almost cried of happiness. 

“Yes.”

And thats how the new Nekoma power couple was formed. 

~ Mod Dazai 

so like when youre free maybe you could do roommates!au + enemies to lovers + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.” from the prompt list with im-not-even-gonna-say-his-name-because-you-know-it? hopefully with a happy ending idk maybe theyve both been burying their feelings for some time? dont push yourself and you dont have to do it if you dont want to 🥰 ly so much bubs ❤❤

asdfghj im so so so sorry this took me ages to actually write !! i do hope you like it’s seriously like just pure fluff and some small tiny angst but basically I want a jeno after this and you know why. 

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: [roomate!au] +  [enemies to lovers] + [“you have the emotional capacity of a brikc”]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: f l u f f and full on crackheads. this is a mess

creds to @mozartwasajungkookstan ,, ty for the help on how to start this!

Having a roommate or really lack thereof was nothing like the movies, especially when lee jeno was involved. It’s not like you saw him often, he seemed to spend most of his time either in his room the only sound coming either grunts or the click click of the video game controller that he seemed to be attached to dearly. You were almost sure he talked more to the tv screen in his room and his phone was six other voices would at times come through, seeping through the door. 

When your old roommate had suggested you move in with jeno, you had initially agreed. From what you’d heard from her he wouldn’t get much in your way, loved animals so wouldn’t mind you bringing your cat and he was cute. Jeno was the epitome of a perfect roommate according to the paper in front of you and Jaemin who’d had to leave you and therefore make you move because of a modeling gig he’d been presented halfway across the world. The boy at least had shown you pictures of the boy who you’d be spending the rest of the year with and when you’d first seen them you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eye. The pictures that jaemin had shown you had done him no justice, had been your first thought when you’d the boy who’s black hair had been pushed back, clothes clinging to his body from sweat, a result of what you had later learned was from a late dance practice you had been stunned. The initial stun of his beauty quickly faded the moment he opened his mouth only to close it back up again, and turn around leaving you in the entrance hall. 

The relationship between the two of you didn’t grow much from the initial encounter. It seemed that jeno would either spend too much time outside and come back to your apartment marks left along his neck where he would maybe wave a hi to you, and if it was a good day wouldn’t complain about you taking up most of the space in the living room. On your defense, he never used it either way. At least that’s what you thought, it had never occurred to you that the boy was to shy to disturb you, or that anytime he would come in the living room only to find you concentrated, most of the time scribbling over papers across the desk that he didn’t want to bother you. Especially when you looked kinda cute, all concentrated on whatever it is you were working on, he never asked never dared to. 

Three months into the rooming and it seemed that you had traded the boy you loved and had grown to be one of your closest friends for a stone-cold dark-haired boy. Jaemin was a foil to jeno in every way possible that the english dictionary could come up with. Where jaemin would greet you by the door almost every day, and was ready to give you a hug and talk about your day to no end jeno wouldn’t. The most jeno would do was tell you what the weather was outside on the occasion you went out to get the groceries, but in the times of a global pandemic, those were few. No relationship seemed to blossom, not that either of you put much effort into making any sort of conversation, the most you would get out of jeno were vague nods or “mmhhhmmm” that always had you questioning if he was agreeing or disagreeing with you. It had seemed to become a sort of talent to be able to distinguish between the different noises that jeno would make, most of them when you were involved in the speech were negative. That is what one would gather from the low tone that would come from grunts, half of the time it was jeno not every really knowing what to say on the subject of the human body and it’s many muscles, he was a dance major he didn’t know. 

Five months and quarantine hits your city. It’s during moments in quarantine that you are grateful for it and the organized chaos it brings with it in the apartment. Well peace is you considered music blasting through the household as jeno practiced his dance and choreographed new routines while zooming with his even louder group of friends. The pumping music though made up because when you would see jeno a smile or the ghost of one would grace his features, and you two would at times, very small times would make conversation about the weather. Talking about the weather had truly just become a joke, as neither you or jeno could actually leave the apartment. Nevertheless, jeno never failed to remind you when it was going to rain, it was both sweet and slightly annoying you couldn’t quite decide. It was on rare days, when you would get back from a daily grocery shop run you would find dinner prepared. Too much of your surprise it had been edible the last two times he has cooked, and though not much conversation flowed between the two of you it seemed this hate to hate relationship had become a more of acquaintances to acquaintances. It was progress, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.   

There were times when you looked at him, times when you two though wouldn’t talk to each other but would decide that on that night you would maybe attempt to get along better. These scenarios tended to end up happening from the constant nagging that jaemin put you both through, a constant “just talk” and “i swear they aren’t as bad as you think” and you couldn’t forget his most recent one that drove you nuts to no end “are you sure you don’t just you know like him?”. The phone conversation tended to end with a beep the second those words left his mouth, only for jaemin to text you about it continually. You were happy when that jaemin lived so far away in those moments if not you were sure he would have died either from you or jeno. It was one of the rare things you two agreed on. 

“So… what movie do you wanna watch?” you posed the question, not expecting much of an answer apart from maybe a shrug or a complaint on why were the two of you doing this again. 

 “Ummm, are you good with avatar? I haven’t watched it in a while and the sequel is supposed to come out” the suggestion left you gaping at him, eyes wide at the fact he had directed more than five words to you.

“Hold up” the awe in your voice was very much present which caused jeno to turn around and look at you, “did you just actually give me a sentence?” you couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on your lips and it only grows when you see jeno, biting his lip a small attempt to stop his smile from showing. 

“And…” you move closer to him, sitting in front of him one hand pointing slightly at his lips, “are you smiling?” you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips, and soon jeno has joined you. Though he stops quickly the moment you see him looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. 

“Whatever. Just play the movie” he grunts, shifting his boy to face the tv and hugging your cat next to him. If it weren’t for the fact that you were almost sure you’re cat loved jeno more than he loved you, even if jeno was allergic to them you would have tried to rob him back. But this was the most you’d gotten out of jeno and you sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin it.  

“I’m on it, i’m on it” you mumble, as you search through your disney+ account expecting to find the last few shows and movies you’d been binge-watching cars a childhood favorite of yours right at the top and avatar which at this point you almost thought you watched religiously right next to it. The moment the screen showed Cars, you heard a cough from beside you. Your glare on jeno made him look at you slightly eyes narrowing before he chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“Why is Cars on here?” the question seemed to mock you and you only smiled. 

“Nostalgia. Why?” the movie brought up the fun and happy memories from when you were younger, you had watched it so many times the dvd had broken. 

“So it’s not because it’s just a bad movie and you wanted to make fun of it?” and just like that, you’re ready to fight jeno, even if the way his hair fell slightly across his eyes from not being cut in months, and the way is he moved just slightly you could see the muscles shift from beneath his white shirt. 

“Are you mocking Cars?” 

“Maybe. It has no emotional value” is his response, followed by a shrug as he turns again to face the tv eyes darting from the tv to you from his side-eye. Oh that’s it. You think bitterly before grabbing the pillow behind you and hitting jeno full face, your power yell leaving your lips. The thud the pillow makes as it collides with jeno’s face and the yelp that leaves his lips and you smile. 

“The fuck was that for?” he’s looking at you again, arms crossed against his chest, your cat no longer in sight.

“Because you” the emphasis on the word is caused by another hit in the shoulder, “have the emotional capacity of a brick.” jeno’s face is the only answer you need before you settle back into the couch, a proud grin adorning your face, until you are pulled by the waist a shriek leaving your lips. In some way you can’t fully understand you are now sitting on jeno’s lap, his face only centimeters from yours, and you can see the light specks of gold that swirl in his dark eyes. 

“No” the word is a whisper, and he moves closer to you, “i” you can feel his hands on your waist holding you in place “don’t” the movement is too fast for you too process but one moment your breaths are mixing and a noise you can’t place is in the background, and the next he’s kissing you. 

kissing jeno like everything related to jeno is nothing like you expected but everything you wanted. It’s slow and warm, and your hands come up behind his neck playing with the loose strands of hair. Kissing jeno is a new feeling, a way of conveying emotions when words between you two have always failed, and maybe just maybe it’s a confession because when you pull apart foreheads touching each other love-struck smiles on both of your faces you realize jeno isn’t that bad. 

“See?” a small peck to the lips, “my emotional capacity is beyond your reach” a grin replaces the small smile, “and i like you” another kiss, this time to the corner of your mouth and you thank the dark lights in the room from hiding the warmth from your cheeks. A small hmmm leaves your lips in response before you kiss him again, “i guess i like you too”

                         [ ARIANA GRANDE / KALLOS / CHARIS / MUSE 26 ] / [ GIADA VITALE ] is a  [ TWENTY ONE ] year old [ FASHION DESIGN ] major. [ SHE ] is known for being [ VIBRANT & NURTURING ] but [ GUARDED & VAIN ].  when i think of them, i imagine [ SKETCHBOOKS AND FABRIC SWATCHES, THE LINGERING SCENT OF FRESHLY SMUDGED PALO SANTO, SUCCULENTS ADORNING A WINDOWSILL ]. and even though they’re a proud HU student now, we all have our roots. theirs run back to them being a [ MHP ( AQUA ) ] graduate.  i asked around and it turns out they [ AREN’T ] an AOP student. in their interview, they managed to woo the admissions team by [ PRESENTING SOME PROTOTYPES FROM A MOCK-UP CLOTHING LINE ]. i guess that’s all there is to know! unless…

✧ °˖ — hi there folks ! it’s me, your friendly neighborhood ki. i’m super duper excited for this to start asdfghj. ok ok onto the intro. 

G E N E R A L !

FULL NAME: giada marie vitale

NICKNAMES: gigi, gi

BIRTHDATE: october 1st 1998

STAR SIGN: libra 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

LABEL: charis ( grace )

SUBPLOT: muse 26 ( not a catfish , only a shark )

S C H O O L I N G !

MHP HOUSE: aqua ( authentic, imaginative, intuitive )

HU HOUSE: kallos ( aesthetics, imagination, elegance, creation )

MAJOR: fashion design

CLUBS: forces of nature club president, artistic horizons member, eleusinian circle member

S I M I L A R I T I E S !

BROOKE DAVIS ( one tree hill ) , CAROLINE FORBES ( the vampire diaries ) , ALICE ( alice in wonderland ) , ELLE WOODS ( legally blonde ) , also a touch of MISTY DAY ( american horror story )

T R A I T S !

+ vibrant , nurturing ,confident 

- guarded , vain , coquettish

I N F O !

giada was the only child born to two high profile italian lawyers who didn’t exactly have much time for her. so, an in-house nanny was their prime solution.

practically raised by a kind woman named antonella, a nanny who took care of her every whim until the age of 16.

she doesn’t talk about her home life with many people — not relating to anybody who has a close relationship with their parents. whenever she mentions her mum, she’s usually referring to antonella.

being an only child with busy parents meant having tons of hobbies. antonella had a bit of a green thumb, so the two were often found out in the garden for hours on end. the nanny went into extensive detail with giada about every plant known to mankind. she ended up taking a liking to it. when night fell, antonella would set up a blanket beneath the the stars — teaching her all of the constellations names.

her nanny also taught her palm and tarot reading — an art giada’s practiced for years. a pretty cool party trick she whips out often.

very vocal about her big dreams of being a luxury designer, she’ll talk your ear off about colors, ask you for your opinion on swatches.. basically you’ll probably have to tell her to hit the road lmao.

while her parents wished she’d take a more practical route like they had, gigi has always had an actively creative mind and a passion for fashion ( bratz anyone ?? ). always in her room talking to her succulents — filling sketchbooks with designs and sewing away. i should note that she’s also into eco-friendly fashion and will be v upset if she sees anyone wearing REAL fur. faux fur only, pls.

although she’s a very spiritual and grounded person, giada can tend to be a tad vain. the way she looks is extremely important to her, obviously.

she has a taste for all things beautiful. refined, sophisticated, and graceful are her design aesthetics. 

huge dreams for such a small girl, but she’s ready and willing to do anything to manifest them into a reality. 

chanel’s classic and feminine aesthetic would be her cup o’ tea any day over gucci.

even if she doesn’t mean to, she can come off a bit bitchy at times as well. she’ll tell it like it is.. but still ask you to grab froyo with her after. she just wants everyone to be the best version of themselves. being unkind to anyone is NEVER her intention. she’d do ANYTHING for the people she cares about most.

pretty much the mom friend in any squad, wanting to take care of everyone else before her self.

it should be noted that she’s a bit guarded and won’t open her entire soul up to many people anymore due to the aftermath of her subplot ! ( peep her subplot on the main for more details here )

also president of the forces of nature club.. so if she sees you with single use plastic of any kind she’s gonna be offended lol.

C O N N E C T I O N S !

ok i know i’m a werido & can’t make a SIMPLE list. a lot of my inspo for a muse goes hand in hand with music SO.. listed below are some wanted connections with a tiny description we can expand on, and it’s correlating song/vibe ! hmu if you’re feelin’ any of them

..and ofc, feel free to suggest other connections that aren’t here ! i’m always very open ! give me frenemies, give me rivals give me aNGST ! pls 

THERE FOR YOU // MARTIN GARRIX & TROYE SIVAN

( familial bff / cousin ) -- 00/01

pretty self explanatory here ! either a hardcore best friend that’s so close that they may as well be family, OR ! a legitimate cousin who is basically sibling at this point. i’m open to either option ! they have each others backs through thick and thin, and surely tell each other aLMOST everything. gimmie gimmie. 

BEST ON EARTH // RUSS FEAT. BIA

( hookup / fwb ) -- 00/01

note ! this spot can be filled by any muse, as giada identifies as pansexual ! we can iron out the details of how this came about together. perhaps they were friends prior, or it just happened out of the blue at a party one night & it’s just been convenient to continue. just remember.. the biggest rule of a casual hookup ?? don’t catch feelings. but.. we’ve all seen the movies.

IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING // JP SAXE FEAT. JULIA MICHAELS

( ex-boyfriend ) -- 00/01

your typical angsty first love situation. possibly dated for a few years ( in high school or more recently in uni ), they ended up realizing that it just wasn’t working. even though they had love for each other, the pair had to split up. “ i know, you know, we know were weren’t meant for each other and it’s fine. ” they both knew it was just better that way. and now.. they just can’t seem to shake the feelings they had. “ but if the world was ending, you’d come over right ? ” asdfghg gIVE IT TO ME. 

GOOD AS HELL // LIZZO

( squad ) -- 00/03

i’ll leave three spots open for this connection because what’s better than a squad ?? NOTHING ! any gender is welcome, of course !  giada is naturally a pretty friendly person ( unless you cross her, people she loves, or are straight up disrespectful ), but when it comes to her main gang -- she’s a ride or die kind of gal. your greatest hypeman. the mom friend. she’ll have your back no matter what, and you can count on that.

Excuuuuseeee meeeeee? I hope you don't mind, but if you're not too terribly busy with writing other things, could you maybe possibly write some teddy boy era Mclennon where John's getting jealous and protective of Paul for some random reason? If not, that's cool! I just wanted to let you know that I love your writing so so much!

excuuuuseeee youuuuuu

sure! (also, asdfghj, thank you! all these compliments are so overwhelming!! thank you!! 😭🤙)

1960,

Paul was out dancing in the crowded centre of the bar. Dancing to some random song from some random band with some random girl. John was pissed. He knew he shouldn’t be but, fuck it, he was. Paul shouldn’t dance with some bird when he came to the bar with him! It was just the two of them and he didn’t want to spend the time alone or with some random girl pressing her tits desperately against his shoulder. John shoved her away from him. Not careful in his force or where she went. Just the touch of her set his skin aflame of rage beneath his tight leather jacket and he wanted none of it.

She moved towards him again. Clearly not sensing his irritation and was constant in her attempts at getting his attention. “Fuck off!” He sneered and pushed her away again; this time walking away afterwards. He was in no mood for this tonight.

His eyes never left the dancing, sweating, Paul as he walked around the room. He didn’t know what his plans were. He didn’t want to leave alone or annoyed. But all he wanted was Paul. He seemed beyond indifferent as he danced with a smile with some blonde local.

It was too much, Just, too much. How he moved. And looked. His hair a mess and sweaty. His jacket long since dumped somewhere as he danced in the warm, sweltering, club. His perfect bare arms showing of the dark hairs lining them, doing wonders in making him look masculine. Doing wonders in making John feel all kinds of things.

Their eyes locked through the crowd as the girl was embraced tightly against Paul as they danced. He looked smug, as if he fucking knew what this was doing to John. He smirked with a wink directed at John and something snapped in John’s head and he rushed through the crowd to get to Paul. His hands were shaking as he grabbed Paul’s arm and dragged him out of the club through the back entrance out into the back alley. Paul made no protest and let himself get grabbed harshly out by the wrist.

Paul was pushed with force against the walls of the club in the chill alley. He hit his head and he could feel the slight tingle of pain through his drunken, adrenaline, riddled mind.

It was completely deserted and it was only the two young men out there this night. The vibrations of the music from the club could be felt in the walls and air around them as they stared each other down in the damp narrow alleyway.

John’s eyes darted all around Paul. They were wide, dark and angry as he took heavy breaths. Paul liked to know what to expect from a drunk John. But this time; he had to admit he was unsure. Was he to expect a kiss? Or a fist? Both have happened before during their drunken, high, times in Hamburg. It was only ever when John was drunk or loaded with prellies that Paul could easily expect either.

John’s hands were tightly fisted around Paul’s white tee as the back of it was slowly getting wet against the rain-beaten bricks of the club. John slowly came closer to him. Paul could feel his warm breath against the skin of his neck and he sighed heavily at the contact against his cooling skin.

“You bastard,” the older man mumbled as his free hand slowly came up to rest on Paul’s cheek. His hand was calloused and rough against Paul’s round soft cheek. Their eyes met again. John’s were still dark, pupils wildly dilated but instead of looking furious… he looked rather sad. Paul opened his mouth to ask if he was okay. If he was alright. If they should just… go home. But he didn’t get the chance to; John leaned in and met his lips in a kiss. His lips were chapped and warm against Paul’s as he kissed him fiercely, in a rough manner.

Paul’s hands landed on John’s hips as the kiss deepened. They had never had a kiss that went for this long. It was always short but heated as they ground against each other in club bathrooms or the tight sleeping quarters they shared with the rest of the band. Paul had always wanted to do more. Go deeper. Let their tongues and spit meet. But John had always pulled away from quick kisses. Always seemingly in a rush to get it over with and just come in their trousers as they searched for any friction between them. It was different this time as John leaned tightly against Paul’s slight frame as they deepened their kisses. Paul counted his chances and opened his mouth slightly to lick John’s lips as his leg sneaked in between John’s.

John’s movements stilled and his grip on Paul’s shirt grew tighter. “...Please,” Paul whispered against John’s mouth. John’s eyes were closed and the hand on Paul’s cheek travelled down to rest on the crook of his neck. Paul wetted his own lips as John finally opened his eyes to look down at him again. “I need more,” Paul pleaded.

John stared at Paul’s lips before nodding slightly. Their lips finally met again and soon their tongues did too and… it was wonderful. Paul had never gone so far with a man and he knew John hadn’t either. His pants felt tighter and tighter and he could feel John’s own erection against his thigh as they continued kissing in a manner they had never done before.

Paul was pushed harder up against the wall as John pushed himself and his erection up against him as he bit down slightly unto Paul’s lip as he pulled away to get a sharp intake of much-needed air. That night Paul had opted to go commando and the leather rubbing against his cock as John ground up against him felt delightful in a way Paul hadn’t expected it would.

John groaned harshly against Paul as he pushed himself up against the older man. They moved in synch in heated movements in the damp, foggy, alley with no care in the world of if they were being watched or were going to be found. All they cared for at the moment was to get release. And Paul could feel it coming soon as John bit down on Paul’s shoulder, inadvertently marking his territory.

“You’re mine,” John growled against his skin and Paul’s breath staggered as he came immediately after his hot bursts, followed by whimpered and muffled moans as he covered his mouth with one hand as he slammed his head back against the cold brick. John continued biting and licking the skin of his now tender neck.

John groaned loudly. His warm breath wetting the skin it hovered over but Paul heeded no attention to it, or whether or not John just came as well, as his head went blank at the pleasure that swam over him still from his orgasm. They still for a few moments like that. John’s head rested against his neck, his hands gripped tightly on both sides of Paul’s ruined white shirt. Paul against the bricks, his hands on the hips of John’s drainpipe trousers as he slowly regained back his breath.

“Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Paul finally managed to say; much to John’s amusement who gave out a breathy laugh against Paul’s warm skin.

if you're taking requests for the sentence prompts, how about 23 and datastorm? :3 thank you!

coming from this “sentence prompts”with pleasure! ^w^Summary: They’ve managed to settle the Ignis warfare without great losses. Oddly enough, the truce between Playmaker’s team and the Knights of Hanoi is still going strong. Not that Yusaku would complain about it, though.Word count: 2.188Note: I. Just. Can’t. Do. Short! asdfghj but maybe this is the reason why no one asks me for these prompts lol (just so you know, I used some sort of headcanons of mine for describing since I’m already using them in my own story)

School couldn’t end sooner for Yusaku. He even manages to be the first student out of class. Luckily, no one stops him when he leaves the schoolyard. But it still takes the usual forty minutes to get back home. He could’ve asked Kusanagi to simply take him home but he doesn’t like to rely on his acquaintance like this. And Ryoken doesn’t expect him any time before six o’clock. On his way back home, he tries his hardest not to think about what they could be doing while being at Ryoken’s place. At first, he thought he could never set a foot on Ryoken’s doorstep again. Not after what had happened in his living room about eight months ago. He wondered about it during the whole school day but he couldn’t find anything, any reason inside of him that screams and tells him not to go. If he’s honest with himself, Yusaku couldn’t care less where he would meet Ryoken. The only bonus he has with Stardust Road is a slight chance to see its beautiful bioluminescence this night.Kusanagi couldn’t provide him any information about the pattern when the plankton gathers and illuminates the sea, nor did he ever find something about it when he browsed through the network. He didn’t dare to ask his Ignis, though. Maybe he could have a chance to ask Ryoken. Maybe he’ll manage to ask him without coming off as creepy during whatever they’ll be doing. Yusaku knits his eyebrows in an attempt to stop his wild running thoughts. It’s ridiculous. All they would do is tracking SOL Technology’s last transactions in Link VRains, and maybe check if and what they possibly could’ve caught in their Duel Disks when they went through SOL Technology’s thick firewall the previous evening. They would be only working. Nothing more. A work date. Yusaku shakes his head, almost vehemently. This won’t be a date, no matter how he views it. He is 100 % certain. One, they won’t be alone – what his peer considers as a requirement for a date – because if anything, Ai will be with them the whole time. Two, the work they more than likely will be doing isn’t considered a fun activity by his peer’s standards of a date. And three, all they have is a current mutual truce. Nothing more, nothing less. Ryoken still is hellbent set on destroying the Ignis.When he returns home, Roboppy greets him with a heart emoji on her display and a wave with her right arm. He registers the greeting with a curt nod before throwing his school bag next to his bed. A surprised »Oi!« echos through the main room of his home, followed by an offended »Careful! Sensitive software here!«. Yusaku mumbles an apology before grabbing his hoodie as well as his jeans. He steps into the small bathroom to change. When he gets back from the bathroom, he sees that it was Roboppy who opened his school bag and took out his Duel Disk. She holds it in her tiny hands and chats blissfully with Ai.“I’ll be taking out the- ”»Ooooohh, Yusaku-chan has a date!«The recipient flinches. He feels his cheeks heat up right away.“It’s not a date!” he defends himself quickly.»But you changed into a casual outfit!« Ai immediately points out.“So?” Yusaku raises his left eyebrow in confusion.He doesn’t know why his Ignis makes such a big deal out of it.»If it would be a simple meeting like you sometimes have with Kusanagi, you wouldn’t have bothered to change your clothes!«Yusaku ducks his head a bit.»Aniki, what is a date?« Roboppy asks curiously.“It’s not- ”»Oh, you know, minion – what they did in our soap operas!« Ai explains. »You know, like dressing up and eating in a fancy restaurant- «“That’s enough. And call him by his name, it’s ‘Ai’,” Yusaku chides them. “For you, Ai – one, her name’s Roboppy. Two, don’t go into detail. And three, we’ll be going. Now.”He takes the Duel Disk into his hands and fastens its lock on his left wrist.»Why not?« Ai pries curiously.“Because you’re giving her false ideas. Now be quiet,” Yusaku insists.He heads for the cupboard and takes out the garbage bag. He then fastens it with knots.“I’ll take out the garbage.”»What would you like me to do, master?«Yusaku looks around.“ …Actually, it’s fine. Activate the save mode,” he instructs her.»Certainly. Have a nice day, master!« Roboppy chirps happily and displays a waving emoji before driving up to her charging spot under the stairs.There, she turns around. The two sun yellow stripes on her display that mark her eyes turn into dots. They start to blink. Yusaku nods slightly before checking the windows three times. But they are locked. He heads for the front door, locks it and checks it three times as well before throwing away the garbage bag. Then he starts the 50-minute walk to Stardust Road. Ai’s occasional teasing is by far not enough to distract him from his own wondering, his quiet wish that the meeting with Ryoken might be a date after all. Or just simply the both of them finally spending some time together. His heart flutters. His palms start to sweat. He still tries to convince himself that it won’t be a date. He’s 100 % certain it won’t be like this. He still thinks that they’ll only be working. Since he is certain that Specter more than likely comes and goes as he pleases – that is, if he doesn’t already live with Ryoken. The lucky one.They are still only on a mutual truce. Even though it goes beyond the settled Ignis warfare. He shouldn’t be so bold, to dare to think too much into it. Once he reaches the streets that are more and more deserted from other human beings, his tense shoulders relax more and more. Even though he still teases him, Ai does help to pass the long walk to Stardust Road. The sun is already setting as he climbs up the mountain like hill Ryoken’s house is build on. He remembers that it has been the same time of day when he confronted the other teen with Kusanagi after their second to last duel in Link VRains. Back then, he was distracted with his raging emotions and the realization that his Special Person and Revolver – the cyber terrorist and leader of the Knights of Hanoi’s – are, in fact, the very same person. He has visited Stardust Road with Kusanagi during day time before, and he saw Stardust Road during night time – more so, illuminated. But in the end, it doesn’t matter what time it is, Stardust Road is always beautiful.It doesn’t lose anything of its charm even if the plankton isn’t illuminated. The sun illuminates the lazily moving sea on its own way, throwing sparks that look like diamonds on the sea’s surface, painting a path on its own up until the hill. The only difference is that he can’t look at it directly without getting blinded. It’s almost like the sun creates a Stardust Road on its own. He could stand there for hours, watching it change to the beautiful picture during night time and maybe even with the illuminated plankton. He needs to correct himself. Specter isn’t the lucky one to be probably able to live with Ryoken. Ryoken’s the lucky one to live at such a beautiful place.»Yu! Sa! Ku!« Ai suddenly shouts at him and attaches himself on his right cheek.The recipient jumps to the side.“What?!” he replies with his heart jumping to his throat as he peels off his Ignis.»We have company,« Ai informs him before retreating into his Duel Disk.“Finally back to earth, Playmaker?”Ryoken’s voice. Way too close to him. Yusaku flinches again. He tries to defend himself but once he realizes his nonsensical blabber, he shuts his mouth with more than likely scarlet red cheeks.“Goodness, I know that Stardust Road is breathtakingly beautiful but we really need to try to pull ourselves together.”“I – I – yes!”“Let’s go inside. Everyone’s waiting for you,” Ryoken says and turns around to head back to his mansion.Yusaku feels his shoulders drop.Because he is a bit disappointed? Because he did hope in secret to be alone with Ryoken? Because he actually wanted it to be a date by his peer’s standards? He just made a joke out of himself. In the end, he’d only have to deal with Ai’s teasing at home. After all, his Ignis is still afraid of Ryoken. Yusaku might be certain that Ryoken won’t just grab his Duel Disk and delete Ai but his Ignis isn’t completely convinced. Yusaku looks back to Stardust Road for the last time before following Ryoken to his mansion. He heads for the stairs but he stops one floor beneath the giant living room. He sees that the hallway leads to two closed doors as well as a kitchen at its end. Yusaku isn’t sure if he should follow him into the kitchen as well or just wait for him. But Ryoken suddenly stops, about three steps away from the door frame, leading to the open kitchen, and turns back to him with an astonished expression on his face.“What are you waiting for?”“N- nothing,” Yusaku mumbles with burning cheeks and hurries to catch up on him.Ryoken enters the kitchen and heads for the fridge. Yusaku stops before the dining table. Ryoken opens it, and for whatever reason, it confuses him a bit that the door opens to the left. The door points towards him. Just underneath the brand’s logo, he can see a photograph. It’s rather a picture, simply printed out on reprographic paper. Yusaku almost gapes. He would’ve never taken someone like Ryoken to have photographs on the fridge. More so that the photograph shows him. He remembers the late evening that it depicts. It was the evening when he entered one of Ryoken’s subordinate’s flat – without her consent – after her duel against Blue Angel. The photograph shows him in semi-profile, standing before Vyra’s running computer as well as Ryoken’s subordinate herself, still engulfed in the neon blue orb.“ …Why do you have a picture of me? On your fridge?”Ryoken flinches a bit. He closes the fridge’s door but stops halfway as he notices the aforementioned photograph. With flushed cheeks, he yanks it off of his fridge and stuffs it into the right pocket of his jeans. Casually, he notices a bottle of water in his other hand. He eventually closes the fridge’s door.“L- let’s go – they’re waiting- ”“Careful! It’s a present from my brother!” they hear Aoi shout exasperated from above.“I am!” Specter insists. “I’ve been supervised by none other than Ryoken-sama himself!”“Why couldn’t you just wait until he comes back with Fujiki-kun?!”“ …You meant Zaizen and Specter by ‘everyone’?” Yusaku asks while the aforementioned teens continue to bicker with each other.“Homura’s still visiting his grandparents. The Wind Ignis’ Origin is still… kind of out of commission. And Kusanagi Jin… refused to come,” Ryoken admits, a bit meekly. He takes out two glasses from the cupboard on the wall next to the fridge. “He preferred to spend his time with his brother. Actually, I… can’t really blame him.”He doesn’t need to go into more detail for the last one. Yusaku nods.“ …I still don’t know why you have a picture of me on your fridge!”Ryoken blushes and hisses quietly. “Never mind, Playmaker!”But he does. Yusaku can’t help but smirk in secret. He might not know what to think about the fact that Ryoken kept a photograph of him. It confuses him a bit that Ryoken knows that he had entered Vyra’s flat without her consent. And why he keeps it on his fridge. But a quiet, a bit hopeful voice inside of him whispers sweet things into his ears, making him hope, more than ever, that him chasing his Special Person might finally pay off. Working with Ryoken might be a good start towards it.“I can always provide you a better picture of me,” he offers.Ryoken jumps a bit.“Never mind, Playmaker!”Yusaku chuckles in secret. They climb up the stairs in silence but before Ryoken enters the living room, he stops again. Yusaku is just about to ask him why they stopped as Ryoken pre-empts him:“Stardust Road seems to have a special impact on you.”Yusaku blinks. “Excuse me?”“ …I told your Ignis to get back your attention because I thought for a second… that Stardust Road might take you with it,” the other teen admits with a barely audible whisper.Yusaku’s eyes widen astonished. “I… what?”“I don’t want you to become one with Stardust Road, Playmaker. Not yet.”Quickly, Ryoken enters the living room, leaving Yusaku behind, gaping in disbelieve. He doesn’t follow him suit. The teen doesn’t even feel when Ai pokes him affectionately.»You sure it’s not just a double date, huh?«

Help, I’m trying.

Inspired by @loveletterstoledger​ to write this during my study break - the first in six hours oof.💙 I love you darling, and if you read this, then I hope you enjoy it! (There’s no obligation to just because I tagged you asdfghj it’s more of a credit/shout out than anything!)💜🌸

Shameless self-shipping. There’s a small announcement about our dynamic in here.🥺

Also tw; for the brief mentioning of alcohol.

WC: 1, 082.

I yawn for the fifth time in as many minutes and as it finishes, I run a hand over my face and grab my coffee mug. From the moment I first make a cup in the morning to the second I go to bed, it’s neither cold nor empty. Eighteen cups a day is my usual intake and it doesn’t affect me in any kind of way, and though Ash worries about how much caffeine I consume each day, he knows he can’t say anything with how many beers he goes through a week.

I don’t notice that Ash is watching me from where he’s lying on the bed. Some brainless reality show is playing but he’s not paying attention to it. He’s seen it all before. He could just change the channel but there’s some sweet entertainment across the trailer and he wants to play.

“Hey, uh - you gonna come to bed any time soon, sweetheart?”

I smile at the sound of Ash’s voice, deeper with the tugging of sleep. It won’t be long until he’s asleep, thankfully. Between his nightmares and PTSD, he barely gets rest. It worries me daily and for this reason do I make sure we take daily naps together. He sleeps better when he’s with me. “Maybe - I need to finish this up, honey.” I promise myself every day that if I can study for six hours with only minimal breaks, then I can spend the evening wholly uninterrupted with my handsome Deadite slayer. Ash isn’t aware of this small promise, but small notes like “Do it for Ash ♥” which are taped to my laptop clue him in as to why I’m working so hard. It baffles him but he dares not question it. 

“Ah, c’mon!” Ash’s slightly raised voice makes me flinch and he swears under his breath, forgetting in his frustration that I don’t do so well with sudden loud noises, raised voices or anything even slightly confrontational. His next words are softer; it’s an apology, or at least, the closest he’ll get. Actual “I’m sorry’s” are saved for the big mess-ups so that sincerity is conveyed. “You’ve been working all day. Take a break with ol’ Ashy.” He doesn’t say please but I can hear it. 

I look up, then, considering my options. My hazel eyes meet Ash’s darker ones. His eyes remind me of a doe. The comparison to my nickname, Fawn, makes me smile, and the upturn of Ash’s lips tells me that I’ve played right into his hands. Nicely done, is the thought of approval, though I don’t say it out loud. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Ash. “Mm... I still need to get this typed up, and there’s also - “ My breath catches. God, I’m so tired and I just wanna crawl into bed with Ash and go to sleep. But this work won’t do itself and I signed up for this - I want this. There’s no reason to complain - just gotta keep on working.

Ash inhales deeply and barely avoids rolling his eyes. We have this conversation every night; me, working harder than I should and Ash, for once, the voice of reason. “Yeah, and? It’ll be there tomorrow. At this rate, you might not be. Come here.” Again, the please lingers in the air between us. Pointedly, Ash lays back down and turns his soft gaze to the television. Here, I have a choice: carry on working or... put reality away for a little bit and spend my evening with Ash. Ash supports me in everything but he’s not afraid to tell me when I’m going too far with my work. Sometimes I forget that I exist, that I’m an actual person with bodily wants and needs, and Ash is always there to subtly nudge me into remembering I’m not a robot.

I sigh, then, and I save my work and stretch. The cracking of knuckles - and it hurts so good - makes Ash chuckle in triumph. His enthusiasm is contagious and I’m by his side so quickly that it would make my head spin if I stopped to think about it. “Ash ~ !” His name is my joy and my strength, and he hums. He loves this specific way in which I speak his name and he knows this small battle of getting me away from my work is won this night. We’re married by common law, but sometimes he wonders if I’m not also married to my work.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” His terrible one liners never fail to make me smile, even the super bad ones. I stand there awkwardly, not knowing how to lay down on Ash. It’s easy, just.... lay down, but I’m too shy to actually do it. Ash sees me, though, and he cracks another joke to help me to relax. “Y’know - you’re a terrible window, honey.”

I laugh and get down on top of Ash without even thinking about it, such is the power he has with me, and Ash’s entire body seems to melt into the mattress as he wraps his arms around me and burrows his face in my neck. Ash rolls, then, and traps me under him. His eyes hold mine as tightly as his arms are around my body, his embrace the safest cage I’ve ever known, and I turn my face into that blue I know and love so well. I look, I breathe, I sigh... I relax.

I think about telling Ash that I love him... but I know I don’t need to. Ash can hear me as clearly as I can hear him and the kisses which are rained down upon the crown of my head tell me that he can hear me even now, even in our silence. His kisses bring me home and when his gentle assault ceases, I return the favour so that I can bring Ash home, too. We’ve known each other for so long, since I was eleven, but only in the last few months did anything romantic begin to develop - the planted seed quickly bloomed, in a matter of weeks did we find this deep and everlasting bond. We could go on without each other if we needed to and we both know it, but we also both know that we don’t want to, and in that daily choice lies the strength of our love.

It’s not always easy, but it’s right.

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Smirking yourself you continue your escape, you glance behind you to check and see if you’re still being followed, gripping tightly to the bag of goods you stole.

You scoff a bit spotting the rabbit hero still in pursuit, using your quirk you pick up speed easily, continuing your dash through the dimly lit city.

You make a sharp turn into an alley, hoping to lose the hero behind you only to let out a grunt as your tackled to the ground. Immediately you struggle under her weight.

Feeling you squirm under her she grabs a fistful of hair, pMushing your face to the ground before restraining your arms behind your back.

You look at her from the corner of your eye, glaring in her direction. You growl at her, 

“Get off rodent! Or else!” she laughs at your empty threat,

“Or else what? I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in right now,” She leans in against your ear, pressing her chest into your back, “I’m in control,”

You grimace as she picks your head up, looking at your face. You hold your tongue, locking eyes with her before spitting.

She chuckles, easily replacing her hand that restrain your arms with her knee, wiping away the spit,

“Filthy, you think you’re pretty tough, don’t you?” she asks.

You feel as the pressure on your arms releases, but before you can even act you feel as your yanked up and pushed into the brick of the alleyway, the rough texture against your face and limbs.

The heroes knee grinds against your clothed core, your gaze once again locks onto hers as she smirks, you can feel her hot breath against your ear as she speaks,

“Why don’t we see how tough you are then,”

asdfghj sorry if this is sloppy. I don’t know how far smut goes so if you want more feel free to ask! Thanks for requesting PG!