#bc in class he was so happy and had this glimmer in his eyes that was so pretty
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nobody's home (m)
Pairing: neighbor male nanny!seungcheol x afab maid!reader
Genre: smut, fluff towards the end
Word count: 3.8k
tags: working class au, mentions kids, big dick!Seungcheol, reader wears skirt and thong and panty hose, dom!seungcheol, brat!reader, rough sex, rough hair pulling and head movement, spitting and swallowing, heavy degradation kink, window sex, overstimulation, name calling (brat, slut, mr. choi), choking unprotected sex, breeding kink, cream pies
Summary: Seungcheol and you have never crossed paths for long, but boy have you imagined it. Too preoccupied with your jobs working for some of the richest families in the city, you've sacrificed your grueling hours when you could've been fucked your brains out all this time. However, big risks come with big rewards when the holidays arrive. Then there's nobody home to stop you.
author note: horny, horny, horny, that was the entire process writing all of this. i feel like i pulled this out one of my deepest most darkest horny moments bc why am i so into writing every part of this and thats so rare?? i enjoyed this alot, please enjoy guys and happy new year! its almost 2024 thats insane!!!!
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You haven’t worked for this family all that long. Only long enough to realize the cute male nanny living in the house next door.
You've caught glimpses of him a handful of times on the lawn, overseeing the kids as they bask in the fresh air. His eyes sparkle like stars that lit the night sky and his smile outshines the opulence of this entire block of one-percenters. Witnessing that radiant smile aimed in your direction brightens your day each time. Without fail, you exchange polite greetings, accompanied by smiles and pleasant small talk, forming a delightful routine in your interactions.
As the housekeeper, you’ve had plenty of encounters while getting groceries, lawn or backyard parties, and windows. Lots of windows. You’d peer through when you’re cleaning, see him glance back at you, maybe sending you a wave as he’s mid-feeding the kid veggie tots. Your interactions with him were typically very brief and fleeting.
Now, there were no excuses. The holiday season is around the corner, and families in the neighborhood will soon be heading to the Alps, tropical destinations, or somewhere along those lines. That meant you’d be all alone in their mansion, much like someone else in the neighborhood.
You learn about it by seeing him at the grocery store. Trying not to get distracted by the loose-fitting dress shirt tucked in the waist of his trousers, you notice the little one he cares for rolls through the aisles full of toddler swagger in the shopping cart. You would gush at their delightful giggles if you didn’t find their caretaker so mind-numbingly distracting.
With his broad shoulders, sturdy arms, and consistently solid build, you too would trust him with something so delicate and needy of attention. It was such a natural choice. However, the nearest option you had was, well, yourself.
He mentions that his employers preferred to keep their vacation exclusive to family, providing him with paid time off to use as he pleased. In turn, you mention being offered the same form of compensation, and am eternally grateful for such leniency. His expression sparks in piqued interest, briefly glancing at you before storing the hot chocolate package away in the cart.
“Does that mean you’ll be away for the holidays?”
You muse at his question, fingers taking over your basket handle as he ponders on your response. A glimmer of optimism in his eyes beams in your direction, with a dimple etched deep in his cheek as he splays a hopeful smile. To which you answer jesterly, "Well, I hadn't implied that."
He softly chuckles, nudging you at the elbow, obviously trying to banger a proper answer. “Then tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a big house all alone during the holidays?”
His compliments delight you and warmth festers in your chest, greedy for more. "I suppose we'll find out, won't we?"
Seungcheol doesn’t have a moment to react as the child in the cart regains their energy. He shifts his gaze away momentarily and soon you escape his line of vision, seamlessly blending in amidst the bustling crowd of grocers.
Returning to the residence, you linger by the largest window, offering a perfect view of Seungcheol dining during supper. It's a familiar scene, replaying like clockwork at the same hours each time. His silhouette in the warm glow of the neighbor's dining room becomes a sight with more to be desired, and you imagine a world where the divide doesn't exist. Staring in his eyes, you picture your entanglement. The heat of your bodies weaving together like threads in a tapestry, each bonded tightly, with only the power of shears to tear you apart.
His eyes reflect the same intensity, mentally undressing you down to the skin, making you his perfect canvas. He ponders the texture of your skin, your hair, and the sound you make when he tenderizes your flesh with his teeth. He wonders how full you feel between his fingers, or how sweet your nectar tastes. He can only envision the favor, the sensation, the warmth; holding the fantasy close to him like a secret taken to the grave.
That day would come soon enough.
Anticipating each passing hour of every day, you are elated by the promise of bidding farewell to your employers at the airport. You assure them of returning to a pristine home, meticulously cleaned from every nook and cranny. A grin, so expansive it borders on pain, graces your face, and there's a noticeable spring in your step as they fade into the depths behind the security checkpoints.
Without a moment's hesitation, you rush home, eager to connect with a kindred spirit just a few cobblestones away from your work residence. Judging by the expression in his eyes, it's clear he has fulfilled his responsibilities and bid farewell to his employers as well, eagerly awaiting your arrival. He grins at you, pleased to see you approach him.
“I see it that they made it to their flight safe?”
You hum in confirmation. “You would be seeing correctly. How did your family make it?”
"Quite smoothly," he answers nonchalantly, the dimple on his cheek sinking into a subtle but contented expression.
A palpable wave of relief releases from the depths of your lungs, and a chuckle escapes as you observe Seungcheol displaying a similar reaction. Even in the subzero temperatures, you sensed the fire of his gaze, unraveling your logical resolve and liquefying you into a puddle of your own arousal. In the depth of your gaze, he discerns your hopeful anticipation, one that matches his. “So, what are the plans for the rest of their absence?”
The corner of your lips can’t help the way lifts, smiling slyly back at him. “I’m sure you have some ideas.”
You thank the heavens every day they never reinstalled those security cameras. Utilize their vulnerability, you invite the neighbor’s nanny into their home, and the automatic door locks behind him. No use in holding back, he claims the lips swiftly, tasting need and rebellion on your tongue in a rough liplock.
His lips full and plush, they part to speak, but not with words. His tongue aligns with yours, only to tangle in incoherent mumbles that escape in between, yet communicate with you in perfect fluency. Much like the intimate gazes you share from the windows multiple times a day, the fervent kiss unfolding spoke more than the audible language ever could.
His hands work around your body, shoving off your coat and cardigan, abandoning them on the hardwood to slip his fingers beneath your shirt. A shallow breath leaves your lips and you rush him against you, planting yourselves against their pristinely white wall. The texture of the plaster digs into your backside, abrasive against your flesh and Seungcheol locks you in place by holding your thigh against his side.
“You don’t know how fucking bad I wanted to do this to you,” he growls into your kiss.
You let out a sultry chuckle, fiddling with his earlobe between the pads of your fingers. “You can say it out loud. Nobody’s home.”
He scoffs. “I said, I wanted to—“ he slams his hips against you, his cock bursting at the seams against your torso, “—fuck the living shit—“ he does so again, digging your sobbing clothed cunt with his solid thigh, “—out of this stupid, pretty cunt. That loud enough for you?”
You moan through your firm pressed lips, grinding against his steel hard thighs. “Just the perfect amount.”
In admiration, your hands roam over his body, and shamelessly rips off his dress shirt, hearing the buttons skip against the cool tile. He grunts at the sensation of the frigid air enveloping his broad stature as it pebbles goosebumps on his upper arms. Returning your savage gesture, his hand fingers through your hair and dragging it back to pin your head on the wall behind you, fisting handfuls of your locks. “That wasn’t very nice of you. Could’ve asked for permission at least first,” he snarls, baring his front teeth.
“Can’t help it,” you grin, “you just look so good without it on. I bet you look without anything on.”
His chest presses flat against your body without even space to breathe and his unyielding gaze bore into you. He aligns his conceited grin against your lips to smash it brusquely—as if thanking you—pulling at your bottom lip between his perfect teeth. “I’m sure it’s all you think about when you see me.”
Quickly, he maneuvers you; twisting your heel and guiding with a hand on your waist, he forces you against the unyielding surface of the wall and trails that same hand over your chilled spine.
You softly gasp at his touch, feeling the flood of your clenched walls seep through your underwear and layering your inner thighs. His chilling, velvet voice beckons, coating the inside of your ears. “But I’ve dealt with brats, you know that. Let me show exactly what happens when you test the limits of my discipline.”
Seungcheol lifts the flap of your skirt, barring the shape of your cheeks protected under a layer of pantyhose and caressing its plush cushion. Then came the flat palm of his hand coming against you at full force. You jolt upon contact, clinging to the foundation of this house to recover, yet mewl at the arousal erupting inside you. A sound emerges from the depths of your throat, vaguely sounding of his name as well as plead.
“You like that, don’t you? A naughty little brat you are,” he chuckles sinisterly.
You push your back against his hips, finding the mold of his cock readily and fitting between the rounds of your ass. His soft groan follows, his erection rubbing against the pantyhose. “God, you really like that.”
“I want it,” you whine impatiently, backing your hips on him, and crushing his length, “give it to me.”
“What kind of authority figure would I be if I gave into one of my brat’s demands?” He strikes your cheek again, stinging lingering dully as your flesh had barely recovered from the last hit, and drool leaking out of the corner of your lips. “Not a very good one,” he answers.
“Please, Seungcheol...”
He does do again, if not harder, and each strike collides with both cheeks. “You’ll be referring to me as Mr. Choi now, brat.”
You never knew his surname, but upon discovery, you notice how smooth it rolls off the tongue. How delicious it sounds out of your swollen lips.
“Mr. Choi…” You breathe out, your cunt vibrating at the notion of his power.
He hums pleased, rewarding the back of your neck with a gentle peck. “Good job. What is it you want?”
“Please, Me Choi, I want your cock inside me…”
He clicks his tongue. “Do you, now?” He chides, “Are you going to behave from now on?”
You nod gingerly. “Yes, just give it to me, please…all of it…”
“Mmh, since you’re being so polite. I guess positive reinforcement is in order.” Seungcheol’s hand caresses your hips, reaching for the curves of your ass in confident determination. The soft caress of his rich voice proceeds, “Let’s just get these out of the way.”
He ruthlessly tears the sheer material of your pantyhose, exposing your skin and the red lacy thong that hardly holds you up. You erupt in a startled gasp, welcoming the cool embrace of the air ventilation on your blistered skin. His voice drops to a lower octave and his groaning dissolves, melding into a soft sigh. “What a pretty little holiday gift for me. Only took me a moment to realize I have to unwrap it.”
“I thought of you when I decided the color,” you admit in feigned innocence, “you seem to like the holiday colors.”
“I do. Darling of you for noticing,” he praises with a hint of tease, “and my, does it suit you. Maybe there is hope for a brat like you.”
You hear the draw of his zipper, following the heavy drop of fabric to the ground. Slightly turning your head, you see he kicks the clothes aside and grins upon inspection of his full-length lining up between your legs. Your knees began to wobble, parting your feet for a more stable stance, and you swoon with your head against the wall. “You look so big…”
The head of his cock rubs against the lace, precum leaking from the tip and creating a small mess on your already ruined panties. You hear a smile in his scoff and feel the snap of your underwear before his tip breaches your molten warmth. He whispers, “Wait until you feel how big it is pushing in and out of that pretty wet cunt of yours…”
“Mmh, Mr. Choi…” Your breath halts as his girth parts your entrance, stretching your walls until it is Seungcheol and your lubricating arousal. He seethes in relief, letting your welcoming embrace around him soothe his intensifying erection and he bucks his hips, having you adjust to his size.
You rest your forehead on the wall, feeling him bury himself inside you. “Shit…yes, Mr Choi…”
“Such bratty pussy.” He spanks both cheeks once more, watching the recoil of your flesh. “My perfect bratty little pussy…bet you’re so used to misbehaving. It won’t be like that around me.”
He took one deep, languid thrust, automatically groaning, “Fuck,” then released his hips.
You immerse in his plunder of your voice, letting it ache in need as you repeat his name. Meanwhile, your internal temperature rises with the collision of his lap and your ass growing harsh and unforgiving. Pinning your wrist together single-handedly, he lets his other grip reclaim your hair, dragging your body to him for his own use. “You feel so fucking good around me.”
He tenses his torso to take sharper strikes, pulsing deeper and quicker. Your hand slides on the solid surface in front of you, pushing yourself against him as you take every inch. Your jaw drops low, echoing a hollow whine, devoid of incoherent thoughts and instinctive response.
Seungcheol lets go of your wrists and instead sandwiches them between your back and his chest. He finds the front panels of your shirt and tears it apart similarly you did with his, echoing that familiar sound of buttons being abandoned on the ground.
“Because you deserve the same thing to happen to you,” he softly mutters, only to cup your cladded breast hungrily, squeezing your flesh to the point it spills out of the material as his teeth kiss your neck, “and because I couldn’t stop looking at these when you’re walking around that see-through blouse by that window we share.”
Thinking about the fact that you share something made his intention all the more intimate, and you cling to his body like saran wrap due to the simple fact. You melt as he marks your body with bites, the stinging resonating on your goosebumped skin. “I wear that because of you,” you manage to squeak, “only because you wear that t-shirt that clings to your body during the summer. How it got damp from sweat fixing that broken bookcase. God, is it satisfying to rip your shirt off.”
“That window was always the culprit, hmm?”
He pries you from where you stand and drags you to the referred structure with you giggling after him. There he bends you over the dining table placed strategically in front of it, while your ass points towards the glass screen. His spanks come flying, tenderizing the already raw and blistered skin, “This damn window you always linger by.”
His nails dig into your kneaded flesh and he fits his cock right where it belongs, plunging back inside you as he secures your head against the table. “The way I wanted to fuck you on this exact table, spank this cute fucking ass,” he roughly tugs your head up, watching your tits bounce as he ruts in you like a damn dog, and meets your warm wide-eyed gaze, “Spit in that slutty, brat mouth.”
Your lips part without delay, death gripping the edge of the mahogany, and your tongue slings out enthusiastically. He breaks out in an amused grin before it melts back into a smolder, gripping you closer until he hocks a hot load of salvia in your mouth, forcibly closing your jaw with his hands.
“Hold it,” he commands, seeing the subtle frown on your face as you obey. He smiles sinisterly, hands on your hips as he slams you towards him, watching your head bob at the harsh rhythm. He places his palm over the column of your throat, teeth clawing your cheek. “Now swallow, you slut.”
He feels the shift in your throat as it goes down, relishing that light gasp of breath leaving your lips, “Good slut. You’re finally learning.”
His power, his strength, his cadence were inexplicably captivating and you succumb to his every whim. It only intensifies as you drink in his delectable lips, so soft in contrast to the abrasive snap of his hips, hitting in a spot so sensitive you don’t even predict it coming.
Your moan resonates through the entire first floor, palming the dinner table as you ride out your high in teary anguish as Seungcheol’s pace doesn’t seem to falter, in fact, it seems to have grown angrier. Furious.
“You fucking slut,” he spits, rubbing your overstimulated clit in the thick of your climax, squeezing the tears out of your eyes. You clutch his forearm in desperation, writhing uncontrollably. “S-Seungcheol—“
“Misbehaving again, I see.” He pulls out of you to flip you on your back. He watches at your hot cheeks expel heavy pants, sweat filming your entire torso, and eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You’re still conscious; you haven’t had enough just yet.”
Dragging by the arm, he takes you against the tempered glass, chilling your bare spine. He lifts your legs off the ground and holds them on either his side, stuffing himself back into you. Your heat drips around his cock, and he catches it in his thrusts, pressuring you to feel every inch of his cock rammed inside.
Your ass and the pads of your fingers press against the glass, smudging its once-pristine sheen. “Mr.Choi…”
He strokes your cheek, fondness in his eyes before it lowers to your throat and closes around it. Then his eyes penetrate through you, eying you in a dark allure as he robs you of breath, and catching the daze in your eyes as he ponders in thought.
“What are you thinking dirtying up the thing you took so long cleaning with your fingerprints and cum, hmm? Marking your claim on the house you've spent all day and night on looking perfect? A house far from being yours? How does it make you feel?”
“…Exhilarating,” you sigh shallowly, staring back at him with a smile. Your arms loop around his neck, finding security and embracing his vigorous nature. “Like it’s all worth the painstaking labor to make a complete mess of it.”
He groans at your answer, reconnecting your lips in what feels like an eternity, and cradles the side of your face endearingly with one hand still around your neck. His lips devour yours, swallowing your moans, jerking his hips, and savoring the velvet of your walls clench around him so deliciously.
“You were just as worth the wait. Made my job so damn hard thinking your pussy wrapped around my cock, made me fucking blank out most of my day. Not a good move for me, but–really–I blame you,” he slams you against the window before quickly returning to his rhythm pace.
“You and your perfect body—” He grinds up into you, relocating your sensitivity and you whimper, “—Your sexy fucking voice when you greet me,” and he finally, makes notice of your face, using that hand that crushed around throat now gripping your chin, “—or this beautiful face that I couldn’t wait to see contort when I push my fucking cum inside.”
Usually, you know better than to let that kind of thing happen, but after the long duration of having only distant contact, his offer becomes tempting—alluring even—that you knew someone had to physically pry you off of him until you were filled with his seed. “Well, you’re so good with kids, wanna make some of your own?”
Seungcheol beckons closer, grinning mischievously, “Should I? You want me to put my babies in you? Fill you up with cum?”
You mewl at the thought, bringing his warmth closer, “I’d be so full…taking your fat cock and all your hot cum inside me…it’d be a dream, especially knowing how good you’re taking care of us, especially me.”
“You’d want that, hmm,” driving himself into you until you're lost in your own world again—losing the grasp on reality—and he persists. “You want my cum making a mess of you and this house just so I could put some babies in this pretty cunt? Hmm? That what you want?”
You nod mindlessly, anchoring yourself to him until he finally lets up. When he does, you feel the power surges through you as if you’re fresh new battery, the electrical current being the cum he shoots up into you. You let yourself ride this high, rocking into his hips, and soon your weight takes over, deducing you to a puddle. He takes his final pumps, cooing softly at your lips as you share a kiss, then drops you back on the dining table, letting you catch your breath as the cum spills slowly out of you and stains the floor under your feet.
He stands between your legs, tracing over the texture of your thighs, and his other hand claims your waist, meeting your face with a tired but tender smile. “Hi.”
You softly chuckle, resting a palm on the back of his neck. “Hi,” you repeat back.
“So dinner?”
You playfully roll your eyes, bordering his hips with your legs. “Are you offering to cook?”
“My job requires me to, so yes,” he traces over your jaw, drawing in closer, “Wouldn’t want to feed my clients burnt Mac and cheese with their frozen Dino nuggies.”
“True,” your arms lock at the elbows around his neck, “But what else can you make besides Mac and cheese with Dino nuggies?”
“That is the question, isn’t it?” He answers vaguely.
You finger through his hair and notice how his perspiration has left him mouthwateringly disheveled, quietly contemplating how to stretch out this vacation time. Your solution: never leave each other’s side.
“I’ll tell you what. We can think about what to eat…after a shower. “
You retrieve his hand, tugging him in your desired direction and he follows graciously with a knowing grin. “We can do that, but we both know that shower will end up more dirty than clean.”
“Good thing I’m an expert in keeping a clean home, now it’s your turn to clean my home.”
His dimple graced his cheek, visibly interested. “My pleasure.”
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GOJO SATORU X TROPHY WIFE!READER
art credits: sso_s__ on X
A/N: very loosely inspired from my vampire bride!reader hcs bcs i’m obsessed. Also the goal shouldn’t be being a trophy wife,first get ur own bag then splurge on partner’s money. nawt proofread
Satoru who cried seeing you enter the wedding hall which was filled by numerous powerful people who had never seen anything but a relaxed look on his face
While you had a rather stoic expression on your face,looking angelic as the long embroidered white veil dragged behind you on the floor,a bouquet of flowers on your right hand while your other hand was clasped on your father’s arm.
Satoru who could barely resist from ravaging you right there and then when the priest finally asked you both to kiss but unfortunately for him all he could was softly press his lips to the corner of your lips as his shaking arms loosely wrapped around your waist from the happiness engulfing his heart
To Satoru this is no marriage of convenience,he knew you for so long,he has loved for you so long and he would anything to prove it. Then why do you not see it or maybe you do not want to.
But Satoru Gojo doesn’t stop,and neither will his love for you
Satoru who’s the type of husband to attend to the needs of dear wife at any cost whether it be simple or a requires a little more work than usual but nothing is better than your happiness.
Satoru who’s the type of husband to show up late for work as you are busy taking your beauty sleep till late morning while he leaves for an important meeting ONLY after cooking breakfast for you.
Now he has a logical reason to explain why he’s late even though no one can question in the first place.
“The topmost priority of a married man is his wife’s happiness,ya know ?”
Satoru who’s the type of husband to fly you to an entirely different country in his private jet only because you craved the pasta of a certain restaurant from Italy from when he took you to Italy for shopping a week ago
Satoru who feels accomplished as a man,when he sees a slight smile on your face after buying you anything you want,gifting you the most lavish things and doing just anything for you. You were used to living a life many people could only dream of and as your husband,it was his responsibility(which he loved so much) to make sure to give you an even more better and luxurious life. Afterall,it seemed you only accepted him as a husband and maybe not so much a lover.
But it’s fine,he’ll pretend it is,as long as you’re there
Satoru who sees everyone gawking at you attend high-class formal events with him. He is reminded yet again of how lucky he is to have you by his side. He noticed the cold look in your eyes and smile on your lips as the other influential individuals converse with you.
And he looks at you,lovesick,again to the point fate has lost count but it makes him feel special,to you because he swears he isn’t seeing a slight glimmer in your eyes when you’re talking to him,something that is reserved only for your loved ones but to a much evident degree.
Satoru who feels a slight pain in his heart when he doesn’t find himself wrapped in your embrace in the morning after making love to you the night before
Satoru who finds himself smiling as he looks at his body in the mirror finding your smudged lipstick stains and lovebites on his upper body and neck,a shy chuckle escaping from his lips unconsciously
But he knows,he knows that you’re trying to love him and afterall he wants nothing from you except for you to stay close to him
Satoru who feels unimaginably lucky to have you as his wife and most prominently being YOUR husband,just being yours.
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What's up bro! I was just wondering weather you could make a little oneshot-headcanon about a male student in aizawas class who's younger brother (age 4-5) is quite dangerous due to his quirk but he's never done anything and he's been declined from multiple daycares and his parents are super stressed but Aizawa ends up taking the male reader younger brother to U.A's daycare and everyone in the dorms loves him bc he's so cute.
Thanks man, have a good day!!!!!
A/N: of course bro, this request is so cute so buckle up for some fluffy, maybe ooc aizawa and a cute younger brother.
This can be read as a trans or cis dude but if trans js imagine you got top surgery at a young age (not that young tho!). It's not mentioned anyways
Your parents were stressed. Like stressed stressed.
Your younger brother with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes was boping around in your living room.
His name was Kuragari and he could destroy all of reality in one clap of his hand
But it's never happened before, but most people stay away from the cute ball of happiness.
When he was a child (2-3), everyone would stay away from him but he had you
Y/n L/n, a (personality trait) boy who was in class 1a, UA. Aspiring hero, and the best brother anyone could ask for.
Anyways back to the point.
Your parents were stressed, Kuragari's power was getting in the way of his daycare applications.
He was dangerous and so nobody came near him bc of "the sake of the other children"
And your parents both worked and you went to school so it was a hell of a time trying to do something for him
He'd usually get a baby sitter but he'd cry a couple of hours in, begging for you and his parents.
Which made either you, your mother or father come home from work early and have to settle him down
But that when the offer of you life came true.
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"Y/n" you hear a faint voice call for you.
"Y/n!" The same voice but louder said again.
"Y/N!" The person said and you shot up straight away, the redness in your eyes and the bags under them were a huge sign of no sleep.
You looked around, you were in your classroom but nobody was in there, just your homeroom teacher calling out for you.
"Yes sir! I'm up, I'm up." You exclaimed into the empty room, your brother had woken up crying at exactly 2:27 am yesterday night and your parents wouldn't wake up so you had to deal with Kuragari by yourself and that lasted duntil 4:16 am when he decided to sleep. And you knew you had to wake up at 7 tomorrow so only 3 hours of sleep didn't toll well on your body.
"It's break, why are you still sleeping?" Aizawa questioned, though not making any visable facial expressions.
"I-uh, I just didn't get enough sleep. I'm okay" You said, blinking in drowsiness
Aizawa raised an eyebrow and said "Are you sure? Is there something I need to know?"
"Nah, not really. It's just my younger brother Kuragari. He's been declined by so many daycares' bescuse his quirk is too dangerous for the daycare but hes never actually used it before." You explain and Aizawa listens intently.
"He can break reality in one clap of his hands but he's so cute, he's 5 this year and me, my mother and my father have been extremely stressed about this issue because nobody can baby sit him for more then five hours before he starts to throw a fit and cry. And we have to take care of him at night and its very tiring."
Aizawa listened to your story all the way through and at the end he said, "How about we take him and we can take care of him? It's up to your parents though." Your eyes glimmered at the idea and you told him you'd ask them this evening.
That evening~~~~
"Mum, Dad. I've got news! Sensei Aizawa said he's take in Kuragari into the U.A daycare! Only if you want." You exclaimed when you got into the house and ran straight into your living room.
"Wait what?" Your father said, a hint of surprisment in his voice. "Really?" You mother said, a huge smile growing on her face.
"Yes!" You shouted with picking up your little brother and he immediately started laughing and clapping his hands together in excitement even though he had no idea what you were talking about.
A few hours later
"So what do we need to do to get Kuragari in there?" Your mother said while feeding him some food.
"Nothing, we just have to bring him in tomorrow and they take him in, look after him and there is another sweet girl called Eri in there. She's so sweet and I think they would get along together."
"Are you sure about this, honey?" Your father said to your mother
"It's a opportunity we must take. For the sake of our sleep" Your mother yawned.
Your father nodded on agreement.
"Alright then, but it's your responsibility to dress and wash him in the morning because we have work tomorrow. Fair?" Your father asked while taking a sip of his coffee.
"Fair" you agreed while picking up Kuragari and placing him on the couch and turning on some baby shows.
The next morning~~~~~~
You looked at a snoozing Kuragari at 6:50 am. You knew he was gonna throw a fit about waking this early but he had to get up.
You picked up the snoozing boy and cradled him in your hands, gently rubbing your finger over his forehead to wake him.
He started to fidget in your hands and kick his legs about. That's when he opened his ayes and started wailing.
"Shh, shh it's okay. I need you to wake up for me." You say as you kissed his head and put him in his baby chair.
You made his baby breakfast and ate your own, he was still glaring at you for waking him up early.
After that, you ran a bath for the two of you while he played with some of his toys.
"Kuragari." You exclaimed and he came crawling over to the bathroom with a toy car in his hand.
You undressed him and put him in the bath and you also got in. He flapped around with his bath toys in the bath, accidentally hitting you with some bubbles.
"You silly child" you sighed before taking him out and dressing him in some new clothes.
"Alright lil bro, I'm gonna carry you to school today. So climb on my back." You said while taking your keys and unlocking your front door.
You crouched down do he could climb on your back and he crawled up your back and seated himself right on your shoulders.
Off you two go to school~~~
Surprisingly you were the only two there in your class. Mean class did start at 8:20 and you two got there at 7:59 so it was pretty early.
You went to sit at your desk and then you took your brother off your head and placed him on your desk, then placed your own head on the desk, hoping for some of your own sleep.
Your promised it would 5 minutes but 5 minutes turned into 15.
Your self-consciousness was telling you to get awake and that's when you shot up awake, immediately in search for you younger brother.
"Kuragari" you said, your eyes darted across the room but all you could see were your fellow classmates crowded around something..or someone.
"Where's my brother?" You said in panic and the whole class looked at you in surprise.
"You mean this bundle of joy" Denki said as he held your smiling and laughing brother in his hands.
Your face immediately relaxed, you hadn't lost him.
"I'm so sorry guys-" you started but Mina interrupted.
"There no need to be sorry he's so cute!" She said while the rest if the class agreed with him. You went to join the classmates of yours and when he saw you he did his signature grabby hands and you picked him up.
"Bakugo saw you sleeping when he came in then me spotted your brother on his desk. He carefully just put him back on your desk and sat down."
Bakugo tsked at his desk but didn't deny it.
"What's he even doing here anyways?" Sero says as he laughs with Kuragari.
"Oh it's a long story, so-" then a door slammed open and Aizawa walked in.
"What is going here?" He questioned and everyone moved out the way of Kuragari and Aizawa had one look at the child and back at you and he knew you two were siblings.
Kuragari on the other hand started to cry at the old grizzled man and immediately started to grab onto Deku's shirt.
"Sorry man, he's a bit grumpy. I'll take him out." You say to deku and he waves it off completely fine.
When you walk out of the room, Aizawa walked out as well.
"Sorry sensei, he's just-"
"Yeah yeah, I know. Let's just get him in the daycare and we can start lessons" Aizawa said and the two of you walked to the daycare in silence.
You dropped him off to the daycare in silence where he met Eri and they got along together.
The two of you walked back together to class in silence before Aizawa said. "He looks like you".
"Really?" You say, surprised at the comment.
"Yeah, I bet he's a hard one to deal with."
"Oh he is" you say, enjoying the small talk.
"I can see where he gets it from" he says and you accidentally let out a chuckle.
You knew you had a good teacher.
#mha#my hero academia#sfw#aizawa sensei#aizawa shouta#aizawa x reader#bnha#bnha aizawa#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#children#mha x male reader#aizawa x male reader#fluff#platonic#cute#baby boi#mha aizawa#bhna#class 1a#bhna x reader#bhna fluff#male y/n#male#ftm reader#cis man#cis male#trans guy#transgender#reqs open
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Love Surpasses
Since the day Jay met you, no scribing would make him as happy as writing sonnets describing your heavenly beauty. When you end up betrothed to another and marriages between the classes become outlawed, you’re sure it’s over. But Jay is determined and luckily there’s some Saint guy marrying people anyway— inspired by the story of Saint valentines as a valentines gift bc jay is everyone’s official husband 🤷🏻♀️ this is a historical au even if Saint Valentine was in Rome and this is set as imperial Korea… just don’t question it
The first time Jay had ever laid eyes on you was during the sixth hour of his meeting with the imperial commanders. It was a summer day, and the castle had just welcomed fifty new apprentices into its gates to handle the never-ending work that needed to be done for the imperial family.
This included four new scribes-in-training, including Jay. They were currently listening to the current scribe, a nearly eighty year old man drone on about the importance of writing as an art form and their sacred duty to the emperor if they were skilled enough to be chosen as the main scribe after him. Before this, they had listened to the imperial messenger, the imperial gardener, and the imperial conductor.
The room they were in was large, but not large enough to fit almost all fifty of the apprentices. All of the young boys were now starting to blink back sleep, and Jay himself was barely awake by the time the door opened, and the warm sunlight peeking through onto his face might have been the only thing keeping him from regretting every life choice he’d ever made.
“Jihoon Oppa, I would like to officially present my new waiting ladies in training.”
It’s one of the main noble ladies of the castle, Sojin, and she bows deeply before promenading her line of young girls into the room.
The other apprentices immediately start chattering, seeing the girls being the first exciting thing to happen to them since walking into the large main room.
In comes about ten girls, all dressed in their formal attire and looking just as beautiful as expected.
In fact, Jay doesn’t blink an eye until he sees you at the end of the line.
Your cheeks are flushed and your hair isn’t nearly as neat as the others, a pesky curl dangling into your eye. You try to move it discreetly with a tilt of your head and a breath aimed up.
When it flutters back down next to your eye this time, Jay swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. The bashful smile on your face when you notice his staring, and the way you bow respectfully to all of the apprentices, not just the trainers.
Screw important events and treaties, Jay thinks he’ll spend the rest of his life writing sickly sweet love poems about the girl with the pesky hair and glimmering smile. In fact, he thinks about writing sonnets for you until the day his hands can no longer hold a pencil.
He kept that thought in his head for the entire rest of the meeting, when the leaders said that the apprentices would be seeing you ladies around the castle a lot but it was very frowned upon to fraternize together. Jay didn’t care, because even if he were never allowed to speak to you, he would be happy with a lifetime of admiring.
It was two weeks before he saw you again, and three months until he found himself welcoming the disapproving looks of his elders in order to speak to you.
Now, a year later, Jay is one step away from becoming the imperial scribe.
The man who’d given that speech so long ago had passed on, and now the apprentices who’d survived this long were up for his official position.
Jay was a shoo-in.
He’d excelled in all of his training, shadowed Jihoon on multiple occasions, and had an overall spotless reputation.
Almost.
“Jay, you can’t be here!” You whisper, scolding him even if there’s a smile on your face.
“Why? Are you not happy to see me?”
You hurry him into your small home area, swiveling your head once more out the door to make sure no one saw.
“Of course I’m happy to see you, but you’re an idiot! You’re supposed to be keeping a distance from me! What if the elders see?”
Ever since he’d seen you, it’s been hard to draw Jay away from your presence— a fact the elders were aware of.
“And I’m a betrothed woman! People will get the wrong idea if they see you in here with me alone!”
He grins, pulling you by your hips towards himself to wrap both arms around your waist.
“Then I guess I’ll have no choice but to marry you to save your purity.”
You roll your eyes.
“Jay, you literally wrote the new law. You know we’ll never be allowed to marry.”
He hears the tears in your voice even if he can’t see them from where it’s tucked into his chest.
“You’re the only woman I’d ever want to marry. I would take a stoning if it meant I get to die as your husband.”
You smack him with all the strength you can muster.
“You can’t just throw words around like that!”
He pulls back momentarily to glance down at your shining eyes and pink nose.
“I’m being serious. I heard about a Saint guy— Valentine. He’s been traveling from town to town marrying anyone who wants it before the law goes into effect. He’s going to be in Daegu from tomorrow until Saturday.”
He’s holding your cheeks, and your tears roll over his thumbs.
“Are you being serious? What about the scribe position? You could be a high noble.”
He wipes your eyes, kissing both eyelids as they flutter shut at his soft touch.
“I don’t care. I don’t want to be anything more than I want to be your husband.”
At that you’re crashing your lips into his, and he welcomes the affection wholeheartedly, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and dipping you down.
“Practicing for the wedding already?” He questions giddily when the two of you pull away, and you flash him the same blinding smile he originally fell in love with.
The two of you make a deal that night— to leave on Thursday night for Daegu, using the most indiscreet chariot in the imperial fleet (thank goodness Jay had become friends with the apprentice who took over that job), be married by Friday night and outside of the territory by Saturday.
You had enough gifts of jewelry and expensive silk from the men who’d tried to court you to have money for a shelter and food until Jay could get a job.
And the first painting on your wall, bought with the money from his first paycheck, was a snippet of Jay's vows— “no stones can break us when my love for you is greater than the earthly confines.”
#i kinda hate this#but at the same time I don’t#I’ll probably delete it in like two days honestly 😭😭#enhypen jay x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen jay#enhypen jay fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen drabbles#enhypen scenarios#enhypen jay scenarios#enhypen jay drabbles#enhypen x you
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Some notes from the pod:
1) Some of Harvey's imagined backstory for Guillermo: they cut a line from the ep when they are looki g for the necromancer's hut that he used to take a few classes in stagecraft at that community College. He thinks he was taking classes there before he became a familiar and that he met Jeremy there.
2) About the character choice to eat the burger with a knife and fork: It's a thing for him to want to keep order and cleanliness. He is meticulous with his hands, doesn't want to be messy, and aware that he deals with dead bodies. The scene was extended originally to include the cashier's reaction to him asking for the utensils and being lol what why do you need those.
3) he said that even though nandor had insane requests, driven by vanity, Guillermo was able to make all the corrects calls for the wedding bc he knows what nandor really wants.
4) He went on another (unsolicited) nandermo ramble about loving someone because you know them, even their faults, and said "that's what makes us stay in love, is we see something in someone no one else sees" which just. Ugh so sweet. He just gets it.
Every one of you that listens to this podcast and lets me know what's in it, I love you. Interview/conversation-style podcasts are impossible for me to understand, so you guys are ~stars~.
To answer these in order...
1) I respect your headcanon, Harvey, but I am also confused because Guillermo said in The Orgy that he and Jeremy had been friends since high school! He said that they became friends because they were both bullied together!
That said, this all kind of goes into me side-eyeing Guillermo for side-eying Sean in 4.05. Like when he was raising his eyebrows at Sean not going to a four-year school??? Guillermo, you're one to fucking talk! Mr. I Dropped Out To Get Nandor To Notice Me! And not to knock on trade schools or community college, but taking some stagecraft classes in community college isn't exactly a four-year degree, either, Guillermo! I say as someone who took stagecraft classes myself!
2) This is honestly so funny to me. We see Guillermo cleaning almost obsessively, even when the others don't really seem to care if they live in a clean house, so this is not shocking to me. But it's so funny that he may clean up bodies for a living, but that doesn't mean he likes getting his hands dirty. That said, if I had to dispose bodies for a living, I probably would also be scrubbing tf out of my hands before eating.
3+4) Aw. ;; This feels so true to me. I love that Guillermo could design a wedding that had everything Nandor could ever want -- except the right spouse. I love that after all these years catering to Nandor's stupid whims, he knows which orders to fulfill and which to ignore. I love that he loves Nandor despite himself because he's one of the only people who can see the glimmer of sweet things beneath that stupid, vain exterior. I love that Guillermo sees what Nandor can be and believes that one day he'll be it. I love that the only thing Guillermo can't seem to figure out re: Nandor is the way that Nandor feels about him.
Ughhhh I hate it when people say Guillermo deserves better because they're both fucking gremlins who deserve to be incandescently happy dealing with each other's issues for eternity.
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Random story bc class is boring
Once upon a time, in a small town called Willowbrook, there lived a girl named Lily. She was a talented and ambitious young woman, with dreams of achieving great things in her life. However, despite her drive and determination, Lily couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and struggled with the challenges life threw at her.
Lily's family, while loving, had their own troubles. Her parents worked long hours just to make ends meet, leaving her with her younger siblings most of the time. Lily took on the role of a caretaker at a very young age, sacrificing her own desires and dreams to ensure her siblings were looked after.
As the years went by, Lily's responsibilities continued to grow. She excelled academically and dreamed of going to college to pursue her passion for writing, but her family's financial situation made it seem impossible. Her dreams were put on hold as she took on various odd jobs to contribute to the family income, all the while feeling the weight of missed opportunities.
The constant juggling act between her family obligations and her personal aspirations took a toll on Lily. She began to feel trapped and overwhelmed, unable to find a way out of her circumstances. Her dreams became mere fantasies, and gradually, she lost the sparkle in her eyes.
One day, while walking through the park, Lily stumbled upon an old bookstore. Intrigued by the colorful book covers displayed in the window, she ventured inside. The air was filled with the comforting smell of old pages, and a kind elderly man stood behind the counter.
His name was Mr. Thompson, a gentle soul who saw something special in Lily. Sensing her struggles, he took her under his wing and offered to mentor her in writing. Lily's eyes lit up at the chance to embrace her passion, even if only for a short while each week.
Mr. Thompson not only taught Lily about the art of storytelling but also encouraged her to believe in herself. Week after week, she would soak up his wisdom and inspiration, and slowly, the spark that had faded within her began to flicker to life again.
Empowered by her mentor's belief in her abilities, Lily started writing stories that reflected her own struggles. She poured her heart out onto the pages, creating characters who faced adversity but found their way to happiness and fulfillment. Through her stories, Lily found solace and began to see the world from a different perspective.
Word of Lily's talent quickly spread across Willowbrook. People were captivated by her ability to bring hope and inspiration through her words. Her stories resonated with those who struggled and made them believe that they, too, could overcome their obstacles.
Soon, a local publishing house approached Lily, offering to publish her stories and make her dreams come true. Overwhelmed with joy, Lily realized that this was her chance to break free from the chains that held her back. With unwavering determination, she accepted the offer and used the opportunity to support her family and create a better life for them all.
As time passed, Lily's stories inspired countless individuals around the world. Through her books, she not only offered an escape from the struggles of their own lives but also reminded them that they were capable of overcoming any obstacle. Lily's journey from a girl struggling with her own life to a beacon of hope touched the hearts of many, giving them the strength to chase their dreams and embrace their true potential.
And so, the tale of Lily serves as a reminder to us all that even when life becomes overwhelming and burdensome, there is always a glimmer of hope waiting to guide us toward the dreams we so desperately long for.
Hope you enjoyed this, this was supposed to be sad-ish but whatever
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BC!JK
next week. another flurry of seven days.
they weren’t bad, rather, it was okay.
you’re ahead when it comes to planning activities for your kids, so you had a little more time on your hands to get back to making and selling your ceramic art pieces.
you and jungkook are okay. well, you think so. that small extroverted glimmer of yours quickly died down since that night and being with you now feels like walking on a tightrope. you’re closed off, sweet, yet quiet and shy. when the two of you can, you both go on a lunch date together but the keyword is CAN because jungkook’s father has been occupying all of his time and you understand why.
his father wants to make sure jungkook has everything under control before he tends to other business matters so he leaves the company in jungkook’s hands to see if he can handle the pressure.
aside from hanging out in person, you two text and call each other a lot. really. it’s jungkook.
what are you wearing today?
what are you teaching your kids today?
what are you this and that, he wants to know and he wants to see you before the next day since the only time he has to actually talk is during his small “break” period.
you’ve yet to tell danielle that the two of you are dating only because you want to be sure jungkook really is the one before you spread the news like wildfire and you’re hoping jungkook has done the same.
ever since the date, you were unsure if your relationship with him will last but when you woke to go to class, you were greeted with an edible arrangement just for you and a card reading:
‘i hope this makes you smile’
and it certainly did. unfortunately the gift didn’t come from jungkook like you thought it did.
it was jaehan.
At least he has two days off. Jungkooks been the busiest since last week but he tries his best to see you and know how you are doing? It’s safe to say that you both are doing fine, you’re still so quiet, shy.
It’s sometimes hard to keep the conversation with you going because you’re so quiet. Jungkooks his way home already and he wants to visit you. So, maybe he will just do that.
You must be on your way home and the best thing about this hectic day is that he’s finally getting to see you, he’s not going to call you, he’s definitely going to surprise you.
So he makes sure to stop by a bakery so he can take a few sweet treats for you, he never wants to stop spoiling you.
He’s thinking about you, tomorrow is the party so he has to pick up your dress too, he will do that tonight, but right now he’s almost there to your place.
It’s 9.
As jungkook pulls up after a few minutes to your house, he gets off his car, after parking, which is always a struggle for him, but he’s in a good mood tonight.
Jungkook makes quick steps to your door and he’s knocking, ringing your bells, “yn!!!” He calls out as he patiently waits for you to open the door.
You should be happy to see him, he hopes.
After tapping his foot on the floor for nth time you Findlay open the door, and he greets you in the most sweet tone, pulling you into a hug, and after a few minutes he’s inside.
He’s looking around, his hands in his black coats pocket.
Your place is so nice, so comfy and homely.
You look so good like this, in casual clothes with your hair a little messy, makeup off and your spectacles decorating your face along your freckles.
You’re so pretty.
And he begins to look over again, until something on your kitchen counter catches his eye, something awfully familiar. “Who got you this, yn?”
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saiki's crush who never pays attention to him because she thinks he's gay 😭 she's seen him stalking hiroshi saitou and just assumed he had a crush on the guy
IFBSKFK BUT LIKE THAT WOULD BE SO EASY TO MAKE A MISTAKE BC OF KSJHFDSF (like Saiki stalks Hiroshi so uh, surprise you think he's a flaming homosexual <3)
I'm lacing it with crack again I hope you don’t mind bby
Warnings: Laced with crack (check out my other works for reference LMAO), Swearing as usual
Pronouns: she/her
Summary: Saiki's gay for Hiroshi... right? Well, it's getting questionable with what you keep learning about him.
To you, Saiki Kusuo from the next class over was… in most situations most likely gay. Not the happy kind of gay, as in he was probably a flaming homosexual gay. You didn’t pay much attention but… you’ve caught him stalking Hiroshi in your class more than enough times. Another win for the gays you guessed. Saiki was in no way ugly.
This much thought of conclusion was reached after you saw him, and another purple haired boy in your class, stalk Hiroshi and Hii-chan while they were out on a date after school. Not to mention that he was literally telling Toritsuka about how he worshipped him. You also heard Toritsuka talk about ghosts at some point. You didn’t really care, they didn’t seem significant enough to you- wHICH WOULD’VE BEEN THE CASE IF YOU HADN’T WALKED IN ON AKECHI AND THE OTHER TWO TALKING ABOUT SAIKI BEING PSYCHIC.
“Do you two know that Saiki-san’s actually a psy-“ the two dragged him up the stairs and you had happened to pass.
“DON’T SAY THAT HE’S A PSYCHIC OUT LOUD YOU IDIOT-“
You dropped your milk carton and everyone turned to look at you.
“Shit.”
Your poor, poor miserable life…
So here you were, stuck with the four of them, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. (It was actually Oshimai but you didn’t really care)
“So… you’re telling me Saiki-san has to stop a volcano from erupting?” You never really understood all of it. You weren’t complaining though, you got to go on a fully paid trip thanks to Saiki.
“Yeah,” Aiura smiles.
‘Y/n, stay with Aiura, I’m going to try and solve this issue once and for all,’
You tucked yourself behind Aiura and thought over everything you two had done.
“He’s staring again?” You throw your carton away. “Is he gay for him or something?”
The other two stare at you in confusion. They try to make out words, and eventually they reach the same conclusion you did. “Holy shit he might be.”
“So what are we? A mean bisexual, a horny teen that harasses people, a detective, a psychic and the caffeinated parent?”
“Wait wait wait who’s the mean bisexual?”
“Aiura… unless somehow she’s straight,” You hum.
“I will neither confirm nor deny that,” Aiura shrugged.
You didn’t know, but Saiki heard that conversation.
The night before you three were here, Saiki had booked a hotel room for Aiura, you, and Toritsuka.
“I know there’s a reason that you called us three here, but isn’t it a violation of human rights to leave us here with him??” You point at Toritsuka and he scoffs.
“I did no such thing!”
“You told us to take a shower, and then you moved the two beds together.” Aiura deadpans.
‘Did Aiura explain everything to you two?’
“No, I was told that I was going on a trip.” You hum, taking a sip of water.
‘I’m going to attempt to stop a volcano eruption tomorrow,’ Saiki explains.
“I’M SORRY WHAT?” You spat out your drink from that one.
“The mountain here is going to erupt,” Aiura notes.
“What are we in? Hawaii???”
‘No but we’ll be dead if I don’t fix it,’
“Nice, so what’s the plan?”
There’s a bright light and then a blast, and you find that both you and Aiura are in one piece. Saiki’s breathing heavily on the ground, and you two rush over.
‘I can’t believe that worked,’ Saiki pants.
“Can I kiss you?” Aiura blinks. You choke on your spit.
‘No.’ Saiki glares. You reach a hand out to him to pull him up, but instead, you find yourself pulled on top of Saiki.
“AcK-“ You land with a thud and Saiki rests his face into your neck.
‘That was exhausting,’ He rests himself for a bit before the three of you hear people coming. You get up and pull Saiki up for real this time. The group blinks in confusion at the sight of two Saikis.
‘They’re not supposed to be here,’
“We know, we know,” The three of you glare at Toritsuka as he looks away. Toritsuka explains to Saiki what was going on and you snicker.
“We’ll explain it eventually. It’s a secret for now though,” You smile, holding a finger up to your mouth. “You trust us right?”
The group complains before Nendou speaks up.
“Well, they don’t have to tell us if they don’t want to… I think pal will tell us in his own time! A true friend wouldn’t pressure you into telling secrets… right?”
Your smile softens, and your eyes shine slightly. You watch Saiki speak for the first time.
“Good grief, you guys are really a pain… seriously…” Saiki’s eyes are glimmering.
You pause as Saiki disappears from next to you. Your memories remain but you don’t bring it up. When you all return to school, you find that Saiki’s limiters are gone.
“Saiki-san, did you get rid of the hair clips?” You tilt your head curiously.
“Yeah,”
“It feels weird seeing you as a normal human being,” you smile. “We’re aging so fast!”
“Y/n.”
“Hm?”
“I like you.” Saiki attempts to run away before you grab him by the wrist to pull him into you.
“You… DON’T GO AROUND CONFESSING TO PEOPLE AND RUNNING AWAY SAIKI-SAN!” You hiss, and Saiki’s eyes widen. “I… may have fallen for you too.”
“Oh thank god,” He hugs you and you hum.
“Didn’t you know? With the psychic powers and all?”
“No, you only thought about how I was gay for Hiroshi most of the time so I gave up on your thoughts,” Saiki mumbles.
“Ah, well that would make you gay as in happy now.”
“I hate you,”
“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,”
#saiki x reader#saiki k#saiki kusuo#kusuo saiki#saiki k x reader#kusuo x reader#saiki no psi nan#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki#the disastrous life of saiki k#looks I'm supposed to be breathing and alive <3 not dying
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BREAKDOWN - TSUKISHIMA KEI
A/N: i cried writing this multiple times, but here’s some sad tsukki crying, I’m not proof-reading this bc if I do i’ll cry again ty
TW: mentions of depression, breakdowns/panic attacks, a crying tsukki and a crying reader
Can we cancel tonight?
Read the text that lit up your phone from Tsukishima. To be honest you’d been expecting it, but it still sent a pang of worry to your heart. You’d planned to meet up and go for dinner since you hadn’t had much time together due to assignments and classes, not to mention his training, but he had been a little off for a while now so it didn’t surprise you.
The past week or so he’d been more distant than usual: short responses whenever you spoke to him, rushing home whenever he had to leave the house and you knew he hadn’t been taking the best care of himself due to the dark circles under his eyes. It was like he’d reverted back to the Tsukishima you first met at the start of highschool - detached and guarded. A lot of people just thought he was an ass or that he had a shitty personality, and while that may have been the case at times, you knew why he acted that way. He was protecting himself. It took a while for him to open up to you, but you learned about his struggles, his depression and his worries. Even so, he still tended to bottle his emotions up for as long as possible, but he did improve. Over the years you’d known him you were lucky to watch him bloom; he became more open, more accepting of talking about how he was doing. He’d even come to you first on occasion when he felt himself slipping, and he smiled more. It was a beautiful sight to watch him have fun and be happy for a change, and you couldn’t be more proud. But progress also came with stepbacks, and he wasn’t safe from them.
What’s on your mind? You replied. You knew what was going on, but if he wanted to tell you himself then that was for the best. The three dots signalled his typing, then disappeared, then reappeared moments later. It was a minute or two before the message came through.
Don’t feel good
You stared at your phone for a few seconds, wondering what to do. Part of you wanted to leave him be and see if he could shake this by himself since that’s what he preferred, but you knew this had been going on too long.
Can I come over? You asked, since the last thing you wanted to do was turn up unannounced and make matters worse. You didn’t expect him to accept your proposal but it was worth a try, so when an ‘ok’ showed up underneath your message you were taken back a little. Things must be bad if he agreed.
In a rush you grabbed a jacket and your keys, before sliding your shoes on and heading out the door. His apartment wasn’t too far from yours luckily, however even the small journey made your heartbeat thud in your chest. ‘Hang in there’ you thought to yourself like a mantra in your mind, hoping the message would get through to him in some way.
After climbing various flights of stairs you were faced with his door. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second, before knocking softly and unlocking the door with your copy of the key. It was eerily quiet when you walked in and the only light that filtered through was the street lamps from the road below. Shutting the door behind you, you called out his name but received no reply. You took slow steps through the hallway, peering your head around each corner in aid to find him. His apartment wasn’t particularly messy, although there were some dishes and clothes laying around that usually had no place there. As the living room and kitchen were empty, you made your way over to his bedroom.
Your knuckles tapped on the wood as your other hand turned the handle to open the door; the room was just as dark as the rest of the apartment, however this shadow contained your boyfriend sat on his bed that lived in the corner of the room. His knees were bent up close to his chest as his arms rested on top of his knees. One hand was fiddling with his bottom lip as he stared emptily at the wall in front. You walked closer, slowly as not to startle him, and sat next to him on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge.
Even after the bed dipped under the added weight he didn’t once move or look away. His eyes remained locked on the wall and yours stayed firmly on him. His hair was messier than usual, and his eyes lacked the usual golden glow they radiated behind his glasses. For a man over 6ft tall and that trained almost every day, he looked so small and fragile curled up like this. You had never once thought of Tsukishima as weak, but there was a dull look of fear that was spread across his face that made him look like a lost, lonely child.
“Hey,” you whispered. His eyes snapped away from the wall and settled on you for a moment, where he nodded briefly and looked away once more. His breathing sped up from before; his shoulders and chest rising faster and harsher than usual. He was trying so hard to keep things together and you were surprised he even could for this long.
You shuffled forward on the bed to get closer and lifted one hand to brush away the hair that stuck to his slightly damp forehead. Even in the darkness you saw him swallow hard, his throat shaking in response. You gently slid the glasses off his nose, folding them up and placing them on the bedside table. As you turned back to him your eyes locked with his; they were wide, worried, yet so vacant. Your fingers brushed over his cold cheek before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him close to you; his head instantly found its way into your warm neck.
There were few seconds of complete still and silence, until a sob broke out from his throat. His whole body shook as you held him, with one hand combing through his hair in an attempt to soothe him somewhat. The room was filled with strangled breaths and whines as he cried, and your neck was already soaked with salty tears. You rocked your joined bodies back and forth a little, going with the motions of his own tremble, and turned your head slightly to press light kisses to his temple.
Tsukishima was not a crier, at all, but he was human and there was only so long he could bottle things up for. Even so, you couldn’t help but tear up as well at the sound of his anguish. It was heartbreaking to see him like this since he usually seemed so strong, so self-assured. There wasn’t much you could do for him at this point, but just being there to pick up the pieces as he broke was enough.
It was a while before he began to come down and the only reason he did was probably from exhaustion. His arms had found their way around your waist as he cried, clinging and tugging at your jacket as if to find support, and yours had not left their tight grip around him once. His breathing was still erratic, but his tears had muted down to occasional sniffles.
You pulled back a little, enough to see his face, and pulled the edge of your sleeve over your hand to wipe away the dampness on his cheeks. A red hue covered his entire swollen face and his eyes were raw with irritation yet, despite the current event, he still managed to look beautiful. The moisture glimmered in his eyes, but it wasn’t the shine you were used to. You dropped your hold on your sleeve and instead cupped his cheek in your hand. Instantly, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into the heat of your skin.
“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, still hushed as you spoke however he shook his head and sniffled, raising a hand to wipe at the tear that fell from his eye. You nodded slowly in response, looking down to think for a moment.
“You can get through this, I know you can,” you started as he stared at you with fluttering eyes and pursed lips, “we’ll do it together, ok? We’ve done it before and we can do it again.” He hesitated for a moment then nodded vigorously as a whimper sounded from his mouth.
“It’s just… it’s so hard,” his voice broke as he spoke, looking away from you towards the wall. You had to swallow away the lump in your throat as it burned with tears brimming in your own eyes; you had to be the strong one for him, he needed you now. Your thumb brushed across his cheekbone, collecting each tear as it fell and nodded.
“I know, baby, but you’re doing so well. I’ve got you.” He replied with a ‘thank you’, yet the sound was masked by choked breaths. You pulled him close to your body once again, pressing your cheek firmly against the side of his head and dragged a hand up and down his back. “We’ll figure things out tomorrow. We can look into things to help you, but for now let’s focus on your breathing and getting settled, ok?” He nodded once more against your neck, taking a deep breath after you demonstrated.
It took a few minutes but he got there eventually. You could feel his heartbeat through the hand on his back, and it had slowed to a somewhat regular speed, and his shoulders drooped from their tense hold. You pulled away, telling him that you’d be back in a moment to get some water and headed to the kitchen.
Not bothering to turn any lights on, you shuffled through the cabinet to get a glass and held it under the running tap. The rippling of the water filled your eyes, and a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you gasped, quickly reaching up to wipe them away. You sat the glass down on the counter and stared up at the ceiling, clenching your eyes shut as you took one deep breath in. You wiggled your hands by your sides as you let out the air in a huff, trying to distract yourself for a moment. With a sniffle, your hands raised to swiftly rub at your face and let out a small, distressed groan. ‘Not now’, you thought as you picked up the glass again, ‘we can do this later.’
You took a final deep breath, mustering up the last bit of strength you had and walked back into the bedroom. He hadn’t moved from his spot, but accepted the glass with a hum of a thanks. He took a few sips as his eyes darted back and forth between you and the darkness of the room. The glass was almost empty as he held it in his hands, brushing his thumb over the rim in thought.
“You’re just as bad as me sometimes, you know that?” He spoke, looking up at you through his wet lashes. Your brows knitted together for a moment, but it wasn’t long before you understood. You let out a weak laugh, wiping your damp cheek with your hand. You saw the tryings of a smile for the first time on his lips.
“I said we’d do this together, so I’m just getting in the spirit,” you mused as the odd tear fell, and he chuckled somewhat. One had left the bottom of the glass and seeked out yours, taking it in its grasp and squeezing.
“It’s gonna be ok,” you whispered, although you’re not too sure if it was to him or yourself. He brought your joint hands and pressed a light kiss on the back, letting his lips linger for a second.
“It’s gonna be ok.”
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagine#haikyū!!#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#Tsukishima x reader#Tsukishima kei
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BKDK - Highschool Romantics Headcanons
LOVE ME some good old fashioned highschool romance shenanigans so as per my brand, lets make it bkdk!! bc tbh i havent made a hc list in a while
its second year highschool! things have calmed down significantly and for class 1-A this means that its time to celebrate their teenage years like they werent able to before
this means more movie nights--more days they get to spend having fun and being regular kids like they shouldve always been
meanwhile bkdk? after confessions and apologies made on bloody battlefields and quiet hospitals at the dead of night... its almost comical how cheesy they are
deku sneaks up on kacchan during lunchbreaks, dragging him to the training fields where he serenades him with a guitar and laughs as a small crowd of their schoolmates whoop in glee
he sings songs of youthful love and friendship, awkward voice smoothing into something beautiful and charming
in return, katsuki learns new songs. he learns to draw and to play the drums even better--living for that shocked little smile when he draws doodles of deku and dedicates especially sappy songs to him during their monthly school jamming session
they arent together at this point, technically. no one knows what they are. no one can begin to label what they have either.
but its definitely good.
its bright and its beautiful and its loud, so theyll protect it with their eyes wide open but in the meantime class 1A just sits back and watches the twin stars of UA unravel like leaves in the cool mornings of fall
they go everywhere together, always holding hands. bakugou and deku have promise rings, little matching all might insignias glinting in the sun
they won those in an arcade somewhere. no one knows what the promise is, and no one really bothers to ask
katsuki really likes lending izuku his jackets. its nothing he says outright, just the fact that he's always ready—always one arm out of its sleeve—to bundle his sweaters and drop it into the lap of the unsuspecting nerd.
"geez, is it just me or is it really co—" *flop*
sometimes kirishima worries about his best friends allowance at the rate in which he has to replace all his jackets
they brawl in the hallways, rough house on the train station, cuddle when its cold and the common room is filled with people and light
deku often likes to surprise katsuki with little gifts. he sneaks spicy candies into the other boy's backpack between classes, slips giftcards and notes of appreciation between the pages of katsuki's textbooks
in return, as he does with everything, katsuki goes big. sometimes he surprises deku with a giant teddy bear, or soft hoodies that remind him of the other. he'll get the whole bakusquad in on it and fill the hallways in the morning with encouraging yells and loud boisterous laughter
sometimes, obviously, they'll still mess up. They're still teenagers, still human.
Deku will sometimes not say things that he should and Kacchan will sometimes say things he doesn't mean.
they'll fight and yell and unsettle the dorms with how charged the air becomes. sometimes Aizawa's worried they'll go back to ground beta and increase the hero course's already abysmal annual repair budget again like they used to do when they were stressed and repressed and each other obsessed
but then bakugou will sneak into dekus balcony at the dead of night, like some sort of delinquent trying to visit their goody two shoes lover at the risk of running into their shotgun father
(which in this case, bakugou supposes, would be uraraka--the metaphorical shotgun being a very tired todoroki)
and he'll knock on the window gently, trying not to smile as izuku opens the window and rubs the sleep from his eyes.
"ka... cchan?"
katsuki lets himself smirk at last and tells deku theyre sneaking out.
phrases it like a taboo secret, even as aizawa watches from the security footage room exasperated but also kind of relieved because of all things his class has gone through, a little midnight tryst is the least dangerous of them all. its not even close to the biggest secret deku's ever had, and by god he has plenty.
but he stifles his giggles into the palm of his hand and watches as bakugou precariously sits on the metal railing, clothes a mess and leaves still stuck in his hair
"Our little secret, okay?" Kacchan jokes, red eyes glimmering with something raw and perfect. "Don't tell your dad about me."
Izuku rolls his eyes and reminds him that All Might isn't actually his father, god Kacchan! You've met my real dad!
Yet still, he lets it pass.
And then, oh so carefully yet recklessly as if they weren't the most powerful duo of their generation, katsuki reaches out and slips deku's hands in his and takes him away
takes him to a beach (Dagobah, because of course it is) in the middle of the night, the stars brighter than theyve ever been because everything looks different when youre young and in love
they lay in the sand and listen to the waves and some weird beat thats been stuck in Izuku's head. Bakugou turns to watch his eyelashes flutter against freckled cheeks and holds out a pinky.
"I'm sorry. By the way. I didn't mean what I said and I want you to be happy."
Izuku hums and they talk it out. Eventually the other boy holds his pinky out too and they link together like pieces of a puzzle.
Under the stars, the two of them make a million promises. Promises that they know they'll break, promises that they know they won't, promises that leave them uncertain and guessing.
"—but you promise, though. Right? You promise that we'll still be by each other? Us against the world forever and ever even after this. Even when we grow old?"
Their pinkies stay linked together and the two boys know for sure that it's one of those highschool promises that they will keep forever.
Deku stares into pretty red eyes that remind him of juicy apples and warm bonfires beside friends who never run out of stories to tell
Katsuki stares back into clear green eyes that remind him of calming tea and lush grass he lays down on in the familiar heat of a summer afternoon
they just. stare. stare and stare and stare and maybe, they begin to think
maybe in those eyes, i can see our future.
and its good.
its really really good.
#i miss. highschool#which isnt what i thought id say but#i do#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#deku#bakugou katsuki#bkdk#katsuki#bakugou#bakudeku#katsudeku#dkbk#dekubaku#codi.docx#long post#tw long post
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Saint, as someone who has been reading and following your work avidly since UFC back in January, i’m so happy you’re receiving the attention you rightfully deserve, your writing is and will always be one of the very few things on this hellsite that enjoy and Sincerely Not was honest to go such respectfully a beautiful, tragic mess to read from the moment you uploaded the first chapter it already had us on the edge of our seats for the next upload. You once again managed to write such an amazing story despite some negativity that you received in the beginning about the MC being “weak”. I also stopped making memes after a while because honestly i couldn’t make light of the situation anymore to make a joke about what they were going through, however you beat believe that once season 2 starts i’ll be back on my bullshit as always.
I cant lie and say that I didn’t hate Satoru in the beginning and wanted better for the MC but as the chapters went on, your once again proved most of us wrong on Satoru being cold hearted and as someone who refuses the change their ways by providing such well written character development on his behalf. As much as I was rooting for the MC and Toji to finally be together bc yunno toji <3 I can’t help but to feel so much remorse for Satoru at the end, every wrong doing he caused was inexcusable and the MC had every right to do what she did because she has shown from the start that she put Satoru almost always first when they were married and i’m genuinely happy that she put herself first for the first time in almost a year.
The final chapter of Sincerely Not: s1 specifically the MC and Satoru’s conversation before the wedding has been something that I didn’t know that i needed, I really do feel that MC deserved the closure she now rightfully deserves but not executed the way Satoru did, sure he got his feelings very much involved but even then it was so indulging the more I read; the dialogue between them and interactions in that scene was so compelling to read that I couldn’t stop but to feel my own heart break as Satoru voiced his wrongs, admiring that he was always in the wrong and expressing how much he truly did and does care for the MC in the end after everything they have gone through.
I absolutely cannot wait until season 2 and what you have in store for it because let’s be honest, all your works have been a god sent with your talented writing and I really hope you take some time between now and when you upload it because you deserve to take a break!
I hope you’re well, drinking enough water and getting the proper amount of sleep and i’ll be here for season 2 ready to either cry my eyes out and rant about it in my groupchat or make memes about it at degenerate hours!
yuliiii i’m sorry it took me ages to reply. and yeah, you’ve been here w me since ufc era n you still stayed w me until now. that’s so amazing ?? i can’t thank u enough for the support you’re giving my fics 🥺 and don’t worry abt not making memes. i enjoy hearing ur thoughts as well too. ilysm and i hope you’ve been well
@rinstars said
SOBBING PUKING CRYING SCREAMING DYING JUNPING ROLLING YELLING SULKING PEEING CRYIBG SJDKHWOWBSOE SAINT I LOVE U SO MUCH THANK U FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL ENDING TO S1 I WAS HEARTBROKEN BUT NOW IM SO READY TO FACE S2 AND IT WAS SUCH A SATISFYING END IN SUCH A HEARTBREAKING WAY BUT THOSE LITTLE GLIMMER OF HOPE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE LINES MAKE IT ALL BETTER ILY IM SO PROUD OF HOW U FINISHED SUCH AN AMAZING LONG SERIES I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OFF CAPSLOCK A WHILE AGO BUT IM TYPING THIS LITERALLY WITHOUT BREAKBRJEJWODHIR I WOKE UP AND CRIED BEFORE GOING YO CLASS YOU. WILL. PAY. 😭😭 WOWWWW GOJO NEXT SEASON WE GOT U BAE WE GOT UUUUU WHEN SHE SAID JUST FORGET ABOUT OUR MARRIAGE OH WOW THE FORUPWHSLWHROEJOW CANT EVEN TYPE ANYMORE LORDDDD
risa HELPJBD you’re always screaming under the replies and i love that !! thank u for finding the time to read sn even though you’re busy w life and w writing ur suna series <33 🥺 sending u all my love !!
@sunasbabie said
ily and ur blog more :’)
hi ily and ur writing <33
@shintin said
your story was a masterpiece. i don't remember liking a story like yours 😍 i don't hace a question about story, i'll just wait untill sincierly yours first chapter 😍😍 when do you plan to publish it?
and i also i want to ask you a favor, i have written a story about Gojo x Reader, too. I will be happy and ery honored if you read my story and tell me your opinion 😍😍😍
you're one of my favorite authors in social media 😍😍😍
thanks ❤
it’ll be published tomorrow 4pm pst. thank u for the support !! i’m glad you liked it. and sure, i’ll check it out once i have free time from work :’) <33 i’m sure it’s beautifully written !!
@imnotjo said
While I was getting a massage, i suddenly thought what if y/n and gojo submitted their life story entry to MMK (maalaala mo kay) PLS HUHUHU CANT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD & THE THEME SONG PLAYING GURL— DBDHVDJD im dEaaAD
jo, you switched to 3 urls for the three weeks i’ve been on hiatus bsjdjs anyways aaaah yea bc their love story is so dramatic (tho i’m not all too familiar with the mmk context 😹)
@ch1yhoe said
saint shskshaksh idk what to say really, the ending left me speechless, i can't i'm so heartbroken that i'm singing beer by the itchyworms with my gojo figure, telling him that "iinom nalang natin yan" cos- 😭 im laughing at myself hahdwjwudhw but legit, i even sent it to @joranhaitani—like we always read it at the same time and trust me we're both bawling our eyes out 😭 GSJSGASJSHSHAHAHAHSHS
anyway, you've done a great job with SN! it's truly a masterpiece, i'm grateful to u and i'm very happy that i've found your blog. thank u for your hard work, saint. <33 you're truly a blessingggg. i hope you get enough rest after this because we can wait for sn2 hehehshak u deserve to rest, that's all ily saint!! 🤍🤍
aly !! you changed urls too :0 thank u for ur support. you and jo make me laugh so much when i see u guys on the dash bsjsjd i’m grateful for u as well !! keep up the good work on ur sanzu (?) series hehe <33
@sushiwuu said
Thanks for writing a great chapter as always!!! It hurts so bad, I LOVE IT! I think I became numb in reading too much of your angsty fics. Will, you believe me if I said that waiting for your updates is what keeps me going every week:)), college and personal problems are constantly draining me but reading your fics are like a little reward for me for getting through the week. Can't wait for sn2!!!(I'm already having so many scenarios/theories in my mind, I can already feel the pain in sn2) I'm scared:,). Take your time in getting that well-deserved rest! Love youuuu!🥰
honestly writing sn was also a reward for myself after a stressful day at work, it’s just that it eventually drained me out so i wanted to escape writing for a while 💀 but i’m back now, hopefully i can write sy the same way i pictured it in my head. thank u for support my love <33 i wish u a very happy stress-free life
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⟼ use your words
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⇢ pairing: yaku morisuke/reader
⇢ au: college
⇢ summary: all you have to do is ask
⇥ masterlist
⇥ requests are open! | rules
⇢ warnings: established relationship, daddy kink, smut, praising, begging
⇢ word count: 3.4k
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⇢ a/n: so this is my first delve into actual daddy kink and i still didn’t go as hard as i could have just bc of the tone i had in mind for the story. i’m honestly not sure how i feel about this one but maybe it’s better than i think. as usual thank you to @keijiskitten for reading this over for me. she has to put up with my aggressive refusal to use the word “that” or adverbs.
i’m so sorry, i forgot to put a read more. i’ll fix it when i get up tomorrow.
“God, it feels like it’s been ages since we’ve been able to relax, doesn’t it?” you asked Yaku as you stretched out over the arm of the couch. You groaned in relief when your spine popped, your toes curling with pleasure at the sweet stretch and the easing of pressure on your back. Honestly, you weren’t even sure how long it had been since the two of you had done anything as simple as watch TV together.
You and Yaku were coming and going with work, classes, and practice so frequently that syncing up your schedules was a nightmare. It was a relief that you were living together, and that you could wake up in his arms every morning.
He hummed in response, scrolling through his phone. He could feel you squirming around with your calves across his thighs, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Pausing for a moment, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
Your shirt was riding up your stomach with your stretch, revealing a sliver of your bare skin, and the length of the soft shorts you wore meant they rode up as well. Suddenly, he was glad to be wearing sweatpants.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, clicking the like button on one of Bokuto’s pictures. It was a professional one, taken at a game, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he saw it on a promotional poster or something soon. “I’ve missed you, babe.”
You were a little disappointed by his lackluster interest in you and the movie that the two of you had picked out to watch. There had been offers to go out with some of the others, and you wondered if he would rather have done that than stayed in.
Before you really realized what you were doing, you were tugging your legs from his lap and trying to sit up, but his hand wrapped around your ankle, keeping you captive. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Your mouth went dry at the playful, dangerous tone of his voice, even though his eyes never left his phone screen. He probably hadn’t meant it the way your brain took it, but your mind went there anyway. It had been a week or more since the two of you had had sex, or even really done anything more than peck each other on the lips as you left in the morning or went to bed, so you couldn’t really be blamed.
Unfortunately, he still wasn’t paying you any attention, and you huffed petulantly. His grip was too strong for you to escape and you were forced to relax. When you did, he started rubbing your leg, from your ankle to the middle of your shin and back again. Biting your lip, you slid a little closer, wondering when in the hell you had gotten so shy about it.
Then again, he was all but ignoring you when it was supposed to be sort of a date night so, again, couldn’t be blamed.
He repressed a smirk when your chest pressed against his arm, arms wrapping around his and resting your chin on his shoulder, and continued to peruse his feed. He wasn’t even paying attention to what was on his screen at this point, only waiting to see what you would do. His hand paused on your thigh just above your knee.
A moment passed and you made no other move, your erratic heartbeat against his arm the only thing belying your true feelings. He started up small circles with his thumb, still just slowly scrolling. He knew what he’d done-- used that tone on you to purposely rile you up a little, but he hadn’t expected it to work so easily. It was hard not to laugh at you; you were just so easy to read.
It was silent for several minutes and he would have thought you weren’t going to push it any further, except that every time his hand slid even a centimeter up or down your bare thigh, he noticed that you would tense up. A little intake of air would reach his ears, and you would squirm against him just the slightest bit, making him bite his cheek in amusement.
The movie and his phone were both wholly uninteresting when Yaku had you to tease, squeezing your tender thighs and sliding so close to where you needed him, subtly trying to break you. It seemed like you were enjoying yourself if the way you squeezed his arm was any indication. At the very least, you seemed to know that he was teasing you, because there was no way you couldn’t feel his erection against your calf.
It took a lot longer than he thought it would for you to adjust, sliding your legs off of his and swinging over so you were straddling him. His hand landed on your knee as he glanced up at you, waiting. You were biting at your lip, fingers curled in the front of his shirt, crotch resting right above the tent in his sweats.
Quieter than he expected, you ask, “Hey, um, Mori?”
You sounded so shy that he didn’t tease, instead setting his phone down on the couch face down and giving you his full attention. He hadn’t realized just how insecure he had made you feel, even if you had known that he was just teasing, and a part of him felt a bit bad. “What is it, babe?”
You didn’t answer, instead leaning forward to hide your face in his neck. It put you right up against him, and he could feel the tension in your body when he wrapped his arms around you, revealing the stress you were feeling. It couldn’t be far off from what he was feeling; the separation and time away made him miss you terribly, and the only thing he ever looked forward to was coming home and crawling into bed with you.
“Could we, um, you know…” you said at last, speaking into his collar bone, and he suppressed a shiver at the ghost of your lips on his skin. If you really thought he was unaffected by you, or that he was more interested in his phone than he was in you, you were sorely mistaken.
But he wasn’t about to let up. You needed to voice what you wanted before he would give in.
“Hm? Could we…?” he prompted, petting your hair. Knowing you as well as he did, he could practically feel you slipping, your body trembling against his and it was taking all his restraint not to push you over the edge himself. Nuzzling your cheek, he kissed you, letting his other hand slide up and down your back, comforting you. When you still didn’t answer, he asked, “What is it? You’ll have to use your words, pretty girl.”
There’s a sharp intake of air and you pull back, cheeks bright red and a glimmer in your eye. It had been a good long while since he’d seen that look and it sent a thrill through him, of both happiness and arousal. There had been so much going on and no time to unwind and let yourselves have a moment that he was glad to see that need back. And glad to feel the need himself. It was torture wanting to be with you but being too tired to follow through.
Letting himself slip just a little, he captured your lips, lapping at your bottom lip and you let him in on a shaky breath, his tongue invading your mouth. His fingers slipped down to grip your ass, squeezing tight and you moaned quietly against his lips, breaking him from his trance.
When he pulled back, your lips were shiny and wet, swollen and parted. You were almost panting while he remained unaffected, a coy smile playing at the corners of his lips.
When he wouldn’t let you kiss him again, you whined in the back of your throat, a word unintentionally spilling out and he knew he had you.
“Daddy.”
Fuck*, he thought, shivering with the surge of lust that pulsed through him. He loved the sound of your voice, soft and needy and whiny and begging him to do what only he could for you. It had been too long since he’d heard it, but he reigned himself in to play. It wouldn’t do if he broke so soon.
“What is it, princess? You still haven’t told daddy what you want,” he said, so soft and sweet as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He let his hands run up your thighs, right up to the hem of your shorts and his thumbs slid under, caressing the edge of your panties. Your hips jerked and his hold tightened while he tutted. “Uh, uh. You have to use your words to get what you want.”
“You’re so mean, daddy,” you whined. “I want you.”
He chuckled at that and you pouted, knowing he wasn't going to let it go at that. And you were right when he asked, “You want me to what? Tuck you into bed? Make you something to eat?”
“I want you to fuck me, please,” you begged, and he hummed in understanding, faking a surprised look.
“Oh. Well, why didn’t you just say so, pretty girl? Of course I'll do that for you. Let’s go to the bedroom, hm?” He posed it as a question, but you knew full well it wasn’t and he hoisted you up in his arms.
You squealed playfully in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his hips, causing him to laugh with you.
“You’re so strong, daddy,” you said, nuzzling under his jaw and he hummed in contentment. He could feel you leaving featherlight kisses there and then down his neck and back up, and smiled at your antics, his cock jumping in his sweats. He loved this side of you and as much as he loved it when you acted a brat, but he knew how bad you needed to just give into him tonight.
Kicking the bedroom door open, he sauntered over to the bed and dropped you onto it, listening to you scream in delight and start laughing as you bounced on the mattress. “Be a good girl and get undressed, alright, princess?”
You nodded and started removing your clothes, throwing them towards the clothes basket in the corner of the room. Sans bra, you were naked within seconds and you laid back on your elbows to watch Yaku undress.
His muscles rippled and flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head, gripping the back of it and pulling it up. When he stood up straight again, he caught you staring and smiled. “What?”
You shrugged, turning a faint shade of pink as you averted your eyes. “You’re just so handsome. It’s hard to look at you.”
He laughed at that, a full laugh, and adoration welled up in him. You were too cute when you acted all shy like this, even if he could tell your words were sincere. Shucking his sweatpants, he knelt in between your legs, lifting one ankle up and kissing it. “You’re much prettier than I am, princess, you know that? The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And so good for daddy, hm?”
He punctuated his words with kisses trailing up your inner calf and thigh, until he hooked it over his hip and leaned over to give you a gentle kiss. You responded eagerly, lips parting before he could ask and wrapping your tongue around his. He groaned when you curled your other leg over his other hip and pulled him in. His cock nestled perfectly against your slick folds, and you jumped at the sudden spark of pleasure and temptation.
You wanted him inside you and began to rock your hips, whimpering as the head of his cock caught on your clit. He pulled away from you and gave you an amused look, his lips quirking up at the corners.
You were so desperate and it had been so long since he’d gotten to touch you that he couldn’t even be mad as he let you hump against him and get your fill. Your pussy was a mess, leaking all over his cock and dripping down his balls and he breathed out shakily, bracing himself on his arms above you.
Your lips were parted, head tipped back as you rutted into him, nails digging into his biceps while he encouraged you.
“Come on, pretty girl. Cum all over daddy’s cock so he can fuck you. I know it’s been a while, but daddy’s gonna stretch that pretty pussy open so good for you, okay? Just need you to cum for him first,” he whispered, leading a path down your cheek and jaw with his lips, nipping at the column of your throat before lapping at the red mark. Your nipples were pretty pebbles and his mouth watered to wrap around one, but he contented himself to tweak them between his fingers, listening to the breathy moans and cries leaving your lips. He knew you were close, the way you were soaking his shaft and losing your rhythm told him so. “Do you need daddy to take over?”
You nodded pathetically, hips aching with the effort and a squeal ripped from you when his cockhead slid over your clit before lodging itself into your entrance, teasing your empty, needy hole before returning back up.
“Daddy, please don’t tease,” you begged, tears pricking the corner of your eyes and Yaku chuckled, leaving your tender nipples to cup your cheek. “Wanna cum so you can fuck me, so you can feel good too.”
“Oh, I appreciate it, babydoll,” he said fondly, “Hurry up and cum then so I can make both of us feel good, okay? Wanna split your pretty pussy wide,” and you nodded, the coil winding tighter when he dipped the head of his cock inside of you again.
Your hips jerked up of their own accord, but he was already pulling back even as he felt you start to cum, walls trying to suck him back in as he quickly returned to rub over your clit. You clung to him, waves of pleasure washing over you, your legs locked around his back until you were trembling with overstimulation.
“Feel better? Ready to take daddy’s cock now?” he asked, and you nodded even though you were still shaking, pussy drenched and clenching in anticipation. “Alright, on your stomach, pretty girl. It’s been a while, so daddy’s gonna treat you tonight.”
He backed off as you rolled over, squirming so that his cock, still wet with your essence, made a mess all over your ass. Settling his knees outside of yours, he slid himself between your cheeks, rocking back and forth while you whined, “Not there, daddy.”
“Well, you were rubbing this pretty ass all over it, I thought you were trying to tell me something,” he scolded playfully and stilled, planting his hands on either side of your head. “Tell me what you want then.”
“Want you in my pussy, daddy, please,” you said, shaking your ass again. He smacked it in response, and you gasped, your pussy clenching and dripping even more for it.
Pulling back, his hand gripped your hip as he guided his head to lodge in your drenched hole. A guttural groan slipped from his lips, arms shaking with the effort of bracing himself up and the feel of your wet cunt gripping his cock, sucking him in. “Shit, princess, your pussy’s so tight.”
You were babbling as he slowly filled you up, stretching you around his cock, praising and begging him in turns until his hips met yours. You could feel that prominent vein along the bottom dragging along your front wall, across that sweet spot that made your toes curled, your legs bending at the knees while you arched into the bed.
Yaku could feel your heels touch his back but he was too focused on how tight your pussy was, squeezing so hard around him that he had to stop and reorient himself before he came then and there. That position always made you so tight that it was hard for him to fuck you, and he carefully pulled halfway out and thrust back in, feeling you tremble underneath him.
Legs closed like that, it made his cock feel enormous inside you, every vein and his cockhead dragging over your spongy walls, hitting every sensitive spot you didn’t know you had. It left you lightheaded, tears trailing down your eyes as he settled into a hard rhythm of fucking into you, his hips snapping against your ass. Your clit throbbed with neglect and you whined.
“Daddy, can I play with my clit, please*?” you begged, fingers twisting in the blanket in an effort to stop yourself from just doing it. You couldn’t be sure Yaku wouldn’t punish you for it and you really, really didn’t want to make him do that. “Mm, I’m so close, wanna cum, daddy.”
He grunted, feeling you spasm around him. He definitely wasn’t going to last long like that, not with how tight you were and how long it had been and how fucking needy you sounded as he fucked your tight little snatch. He couldn’t even say he was fucking it open because you were too fucking tight for that. “Of course, princess. Rub that pretty clit, wanna feel you milk my cock while I cum in this pretty pussy. You wanna make daddy feel good, right? Come on, pretty girl.”
You were whining at the praise, crying at the overwhelming pleasure of his throbbing cock kissing your cervix while you rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles. Your slick was covering your fingers, your movements slippery and jerky and it was impossible to time them to his hard thrusts. Your mind whited out and narrowed down to the drag of that vein over that spot and the feel of his tip pressing against the deepest part of you, but what finally, finally did it for you was the low snarl in your ear when you tightened around him.
“Fucking cum for me, babygirl. Now,” Yaku snarled into your ear, punctuating his words with a few last thrusts and you wailed as you came, eyes rolling back in your head. He didn’t stop even when your fingers curled into the blanket again and tears streamed down your cheeks, cumming deep inside you. His breath came in heavy pants when he finally stilled, still buried to the hilt inside you. He fell to his elbows beside your head, nuzzling against your shoulder and leaving wet kisses there and up your neck to your ear. “You alright, pretty girl?”
You nodded, eyes still closed and tear tracks still wet on your cheeks, and he kissed them away. The two of you remained like that for a few moments, too tired and comfortable to move, but eventually Yaku’s arms began to grow tired and he sat up. “I’m gonna pull out now, then we’ll run a bath and get cleaned up, ‘kay?”
Again, you nodded, and trembled when he pulled his soft cock from you. Even he shuddered, still sensitive from his orgasm, then helped you to sit up. When you went to stand, your legs wobbled and you laughed together, letting him lead you to the bathroom. While he ran the bath, you took care of yourself and then he helped you into the tub.
He settled in behind you, pulling you backwards until your back was against his chest, and you let your head loll back on his shoulder. He let his mouth wander, drifting over your shoulder, neck, and jaw and back down again, and you hummed in contentment, letting your fingers trail up and down his muscular thighs.
Finally, he settled just under your ear, his warm breath tickling a little before he finally sighed. “I love you, you know that?”
For a reason unbeknownst to you, tears pricked your eyes at his words. The way he said it sparked something inside you, and you wiped away the few that managed to escape, frowning. “I don’t know why I’m crying. But I love you too, Mori.”
He laughed, catching a tear on his finger before letting it trail down your cheek, but didn’t say anything more. Your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to sprinkle you with kisses, hands wandering wherever they pleased, and you smiled softly with adoration.
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request: ong i think this with akaashi would be super cute 🥺 i’m alrdy sofT thinking about it *cries* prompt: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”
a/n: ahh I really enjoyed writing this, thank you for sending it anon! and thank you to @dorkyama for being the best proofreader a girl could ask for ;) also tagging @lceiji bc akaashi :3
pairing: akaashi keiji x reader
word count: 967
warnings: none, just pure tooth-rotting fluff. I also tried a slightly different writing style, so consider yourself warned :’)
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When your eyes flutter open for the first time this morning, the sight you’re greeted with is of your boyfriend, Akaashi, reading, and my is it a sight to behold. His face is dappled in honeyed sunlight, casting shadows against his cheekbones with every swish and flick of the curtains in the early spring breeze. The book he likes to keep on the nightstand is balanced on his chest, with him somehow managing to flip the pages single-handedly. His reading glasses are perched on the tip of his nose, eyebrows furrowed in a look of utmost concentration.
“Keiji?” You mumble, surprised to find your boyfriend still in bed beside you. Well, under you would be a better description. You’re nestled in the crook of his shoulder, his left arm trapped beneath your upper back.
“Oh, good morning love.” His stern expression immediately melts into a small smile at the sound of your voice, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Good morning.” A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth despite your grogginess, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips, always so gentle, against your skin. “You don’t have class today?” You ask quizzically. Normally, he’s the one to rise first since he opted to take mostly morning classes this semester, making sleeping in together an all-too-rare occurrence.
“Yeah. I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.” He explains, turning his attention back to his book, and the way he says it, so nonchalant and matter of fact, you’d think he‘s telling you the sky is blue.
You jump him, tossing the book aside and straddling his hips so you can plant a thousand kisses all over his face, unable to contain the affection that’s swelling like a cresting wave in your chest. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” You tell him in between pecks, refusing to slow down for a single second. You even toss his pair of glasses aside, an innocent bystander in the way of your barrage of affection.
Akaashi laughs, and it’s a joyous, flustered thing that‘s drawn from the deepest chambers of his chest. He braces against your brutal assault by setting his hands on your waist. “Oh, am I really?” His gaze is full of mirth when you finally pull back to look at him, and his smile is positively brilliant, crinkling the corners of his eyes and you swear you can see the stars in them. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so happy, so unguarded and entirely at ease and the idea that you are the reason makes your heart swell with a joy that’s hard to contain.
“Yes, really.” You sigh, leaning down to press your forehead against his, maintaining eye contact all the while. “I love you.”
His grip on your waist tightens, pulling you closer. “I love you too.” He murmurs, feeling warm, content and safe in the hold of your gaze, hoping you feel the same in his.
And you do, you feel warm, content and safe and a million other wonderful things as you stare into your love’s eyes, eyes that are glimmering like pools of liquid sapphires and you want nothing more than to dive in deep and never resurface.
A low rumble breaks you two out of your blissful trance, and with a pang of embarrassment you realize it’s your stomach. Akaashi laughs again, another one of those rare belly laughs that makes your heart dance in unimaginable ways, fondly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hungry, love?” He asks, the ever so slightly teasing tone of his voice making heat creep up your neck.
“Maybe.” You mumble, refusing to look directly at him when you know your cheeks are a brilliant shade of scarlet right now.
“Come on, I’ll make your favorite for breakfast. I have a reputation to live up to now, after all.”
He’s joking, and it’s so unlike his normally stoic demeanor that it makes you chuckle a little harder than it should have. He‘s in a great mood this morning, you note as you climb off of him and onto your feet, hissing slightly at the sharp sting of the cold floor against your heels. Akaashi notices - he always does.
“Here, take my slippers.” There he goes again, making a seemingly simple phrase carry the same devastating weight as a wedding vow. You slip your feet gratefully into the fuzzy black slippers that are at least three sizes too big and slip your arms just as gratefully around your boyfriend’s waist, clinging to him like a koala, much to his amusement.
“What are you doing?” He chuckles, though he doesn’t make any attempts to detach you, his hands only coming to rest on top of your arms.
“Loving you.” You murmur into the fabric of his t-shirt, your head nestling itself in the expanse between his shoulder blades as you two begin to waddle in sync to the kitchen.
He’s grateful you can’t see how flustered he is by your clinginess, though he’s not sure why he feels flustered now when you were quite literally on top of him in bed not five minutes earlier. It’s just the effect you have, he supposes, and he knows in his gut that it’s true when your fingertips burn sparks into his skin when you reach for the same piece of toast, and when you giggle at him for spilling lukewarm tea down his front, brandishing that smile he adores so much like a sword straight through his chest.
Loving you is painful but only in the most heavenly way possible - it’s just the effect you have on him, he supposes, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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sweet meetings | m.c.
Anonymous: eve!!! i can't stop thinking about baker!michael it is SO soft my heart!! imagine you work at cal and ash's record store, mainly on the weekends but sometimes during the week, bc you're studying, and at first you go into the bakery for a coffee and a quick bite to eat before shifts but when you notice how cosy it is you think it might be a great place to study, not to mention there's a really cute guy working there, n mike of course takes notice of you, at first u share simple pleasantries but the more u come in the faster it evolves into easy banter, soft laughter and shared smiles, he knows how u take ur coffee and why u prefer the blueberry muffins over the apple cinnamon and when you start coming to study, bag overflowing w books and a battered laptop, mike can’t help but watch u in the quiet moments, eyes focused on ur work n fingers carefully pulling off pieces of ur muffin and one day he works up the nerve to sit w you on his break, coming over w a nervous smile but you’re so happy n surprised, unsure if he saw anything more than a regular who he got on well with!! now it seems all the soft smiles n lingering gazes n times ur fingers brushed when he handed you ur food before work have evolved into something more!! so this becomes a regular occurrence for the two of u and wow i don’t know this could go on forever because i am so so so soft for michael look what u have done to me eve!!!!! i cant even be mad cuz ily
I went a little overboard with this and added some concepts. Hope that’s okay!
Word count: 2k
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You often find yourself in a rush. Never having enough time between working at a record shop, doing classes online and living the rest of your life to stop and enjoy moments for what they’re really worth. Rushing is a habit for you; second nature and easy. You realize it’s too easy, that time slips past you and hurtles on whether you’re aware of it or not. Your life is a whirlwind and you’re determined to enjoy the breeze once and a while. With this realization and determination you stop. Stop running from place to place and take your time. Take time for yourself. It’s a mild morning when you slowly stroll up to the bakery across from the record shop. Your boss Ashton always raves about the iced coffee and Calum has found more than just the treats to be sweet. It’s calm inside, the morning rush over—a sweet spot of time in between morning coffee needs and lunchtime cravings. It’s quaint and quiet and a complete contrast to the way you usually live your life.
There’s no line when you walk in. Desserts and pastries of all kinds sit behind glass and a handwritten menu board dominates the wall above. It’s written in white chalk with special menu items erased and rewritten likely by the day. Everything looks delectable and you’re glad to have taken some time to come inside. A swinging door to the back—probably leading to the kitchen—opens as the front door behind you shuts. A man around your age comes through, his blonde hair tucked under a black cap and the black apron around his waist dusted with patches of white flour. The name tag on his apron says Michael, well, the el is smudged with some ingredient that obscures part of the letters but you surmise Michael must be what’s hidden underneath. You haven’t made up your mind by the time he asks for your order and you’re slightly taken aback at his soft voice and meeting his gentle green eyes.
You stumble over your words a bit when usually you’d be in a hurry to get them out. You finally decide. “A blueberry muffin, please.”
You see a tilt of a smile as he looks down to the baked goods below and comes back with your order; wraps it in a thin sheet of paper and asks if it’s for here or to go. You notice the tables by the windows, each one with a vase of flowers and natural sunlight. Some have chairs with comfortable cushions and the others have booth seats that seem inviting. The bag on your shoulder is heavy; filled with your academics. The tables seem a nice place to study. In your determination to enjoy the breeze you choose to stay. You tell him it’s for here and pay and try not to think about the brush of your fingers against his when he hands the muffin over.
You find a home at a booth, bag resting on the seat beside you as you take a moment to savor the burst of blueberry and sugar on the top of your tongue. You decide in that moment that slowing down and taking your time is worth every second spent. You face toward the counter and kitchen door, opting to face away from the street where a busy city lurks beyond. A sense of calm clings to you as you finish the baked good and decide to stay a while longer—wanting to try the iced coffee Ashton raves about and settle in to pace yourself on work stacked in your bag. You find solace in the quiet yet a nervous energy settles and sparks in you any time Michael makes his way out of the kitchen as a few customers come and go. By the time you’re ready to leave you catch eyes with him one more time and he waves, a small smile giving you a goodbye and a reason to come back the next day.
And so the bakery becomes a new habit—the best way to break one is to replace it with another. Rushing melts away and the bakery becomes a beacon of downtime. Michael becomes a person you look forward to seeing. In a sense he becomes routine. Just as easy as rushing. You always exchange glances when he peeks out from the kitchen to inspect the run of the bakery. He usually blushes when you catch gazes, cheeks going rosy and a timid smile capturing his features. You see the smile in his eyes, green glinting and glimmering with a bashfulness that endears and intrigues you. There’s a lot you wish to know about Michael.
He knows enough about you through your interactions. How you take your coffee, that you prefer hot chocolate to it but need the caffeine to keep you going. Why blueberry anything is the superior choice. He’s even asked about your work and classes, about the books you seem to carry with you all the time. He’s eyes are observant and his mind has flawlessly put together small pieces of you. Weeks pass in a hazy blur as you learn to slow down and spend more and more time at the bakery. Breaks from work lead you there. Mornings before and nights after usually have you stopping in.
There’s an air of mystery and elusiveness that follows the baker. What you know is minimal and trivial, even as the weeks pass and more than simple hello’s and please and thank you’s become exchanged. He seems guarded and you have no reason as to why that might be so. But you find yourself coming back consistently. Now a regular that walks in and is recognized by any and all staff. You sit in your usual booth and after catching gazes with Michael multiple times you wonder if the stirring of feelings that have made way into you are completely one sided. Maybe all he sees in you is a customer. Maybe it is purely business for him. Maybe slowing down has put a hazy sheen on reality when you’re so used to fast paces.
Your pencil taps along a text book page as your thoughts consume you, eyes glued to the menu board and teeth sunken into your lower lip. It isn’t until a small voice from below breaks through your reverie that you find familiar eyes. Gentle green stares up at you behind a mess of blond hair. A boy not but three or four reaches up, a small muffin in his clutches. It takes a moment for you to realize he’s offering the baked good to you. As soon as you reach for it Michael is bursting through the kitchen door and racing over to the child, scooping him up and trying his best to apologize and inform you that wasn’t supposed to be for a customer, just practice for his son.
In one snap moment all the haze clears but new questions take hold of your mind. You realize why he’s so guarded but have to question if there’s a reason he never told you. You realize it doesn’t matter for the moment. Not when a child’s innocent eyes are pinned on you; awaiting a reaction to the muffin still in your loose grip. You know Michael said it’s not meant for you but the look in his son’s eyes clearly says that it is. You take a small bite and grin, compliment the good work and hear Michael sigh in relief as he sets his son back down.
“Blueberry’s your favorite right? That’s what dad says.”
You nod and feel a rush of warmth at the question and the fact that Michael has spoken of you in any capacity to his son.
“Riley, bud—why don’t you go behind the counter. There’s some cookies you can have,” Michael suggests with a blush that also suggests his embarrassment at the situation. Riley takes off and Michael calls after him. “Only two!”
Michael turns back to you with anxiety written clearly across his face. His hands wring at each other and his eyes flicker to the booth seat opposite you. You motion for him to sit; curious what he might say.
“I’m sorry about all of that; he’s usually pretty good at sticking with me. He’s just a little excited today,” Michael explains and you arch an eyebrow.
You close your textbook, the prospect of studying blown out the window in a new whirlwind created by a four year old. You can feel your heart beating fast and hard in your chest. You never expected Michael to have a kid.
Michael goes on to explain and settle the nerves that seem to have exploded through you. “I usually only get him on the weekends and in summer. But his mom’s on her honeymoon and I get him for a whole week. He loves the bakery; getting to come with me every day has gotten him a bit unruly. All the sugar...” Michael says with a pointed look at the counter where another worker stands while Riley sits and eats his allotted two cookies.
Michael keeps explaining and it’s as if whatever guards he had up come crashing down. He tells you all about Riley and co-parenting. That he and the bakery take up most of his time and you realize that maybe he was living in a rush and whirlwind too. And by the way his eyes stay on yours and hands fidget on the tabletop you wonder if he doesn’t just see you as a customer and that’s why he stayed guarded for so long. To protect his whirlwind and everything within it; mostly Riley. You understand his reason as he comes barreling back to Michael, coloring books and a pack of crayons in hand.
“Can I color here?” He asks and climbs up into the booth and clears Michael’s lap to settle by the wall before an answer can be formed.
You grin and try your best to bite back a laugh as Michael tries to reason with him and tell him he shouldn’t disturb anyone. Riley merely blinks and looks to you to see if it’s okay. You nod your approval and enjoy your time with Michael and Riley. You’re in no rush to leave; wanting to use any time with them to the fullest.
A new routine forms throughout the week. It’s much of the same but with company. You sit in your usual booth and Riley sits opposite you. Textbooks and coloring books, graphite pencils and crayons spilled among the shared table. Michael often checks on Riley. And from that he ends up spending time with you. Everyday you learn more about them. Everyday your whirlwinds become more and more intertwined. Riley sometimes draws you pictures, the one of Michael with hands three times the size of his head and two left feet being your favorite. Riley mirrors Michael in a lot of ways you come to realize; the same laugh and sincerity in green eyes.
By the end of the week you realize Riley won’t be there come Monday and know that you’ll miss his company and the excuse for Michael to constantly check in. It’s just as you’re about to leave that Michael stops you, a sheepish expression and rosy cheeks, nervous hands and Riley by his side.
“We uh—“ Michael starts, clearly anxious. “We wanted to know if you’d like to go to dinner with us tonight?”
Your stomach flutters and heart races at the invitation. But Michael’s continuing on before you can say yes.
“And lunch, with me… tomorrow?”
You break out into a grin and nod enthusiastically; ever grateful for sweet meetings with blueberry muffins and time taken to enjoy the breeze.
You can already feel Michael’s whirlwind sweeping you off your feet.
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SEEDS THAT GROW - madasaku, tobisaku, ita(ma)saku, sasusaku
CHAPTER 1 - GOOD THINGS
First chapter of the AU I have in my head. I’m just testing the waters because I’m not sure about continuing this because it’d be pr long? Like long, and maybe slow burn? It’d be a studentxteacher AU bc i’m a sucker for those. Hurt/comfort, but has depressing themes. Angsty? Dont know if its worth writing bc I’m not a writer at all i’m not good at it but I’m giving it a shot !!
TW: Depressing themes, mentions of anxiety, doing drugs and alcohol
It was loud in the house, but at least it was a familiar kind of loud that she could appreciate. People were laughing and yelling and it wasn’t ideal for Sakura, but she was excited to be going out partying. It was rare for her to feel excited about most things but clubbing on freshers week was definitely an opportunity she wanted to take advantage of; she just wanted so badly to have fun again.
“Sakura! I have more vodka, pass me your cup! I know you’re aiming to get wasted tonight babe!” Ino dragged Sakura to her side of the kitchen counter.
“Honestly, not complaining! I NEED to get drunk, lets go!!” Sakura hollered as Ino poured her a large amount of vodka and mixed it with not enough lemonade. Ino may be an experienced clubber, but she never mixed her drinks right and that’s how Ino always ended up puking by the end of the night.
Not that Ino ever really regretted it though, she lived on the edge.
More, I want to drink more. Note, get some soju next time to get fucked fast. 4 badly mixed drinks in, she knew she was tipsy and her giggling wasn’t starting to make sense. She was relatively lightweight, but that just meant it was easier for her to get to everyone’s levels. All the girls were laughing, even Hinata was starting to get loud over the music. Sakura was getting more excited by the minute and her smiles were getting wider by the second. This is going to be a fun night.
“Shall we leave now? If we leave now I think we’ll get in by decent time where we won’t be too late or early.” Tenten spoke loudly over the music. “Plussss I think all of us are on a good level of drunk to dance it out tonight!”
“Oh shit I’ll call an uber now-”
“Wait!! Do it in 5 minutes Temari! I got a present for y’all before our first sem of second year starts..” Ino smiled wickedly. The girls looked at her brows furrowed, unsure of what Ino was leading on to. “Oh come on!! You know! I got some from Shika and for a discount!” Sakura’s eyes widened, she knew exactly what Ino was on about.
“Woah, already? Honestly I forgot we had even tried that in first year!” Sakura smiled as her face fell into her hands, she was even more excited now. “I’ll have just a little okay, because I’m honestly...really tipsy..” Ino grabbed Sakura’s hands and placed the budding joint between her delicate numb fingers.
“I’ll have me some of that please and thank you! I can’t believe Shikamaru gave it to you for a cheap price! Bitch you’ve been banging him haven’t you?!” Tenten roared across the counter in their kitchen. Wicked was the face Ino plastered on but she simply answered with a zip of her lips.
“Call the uber!”
It was going to be a night to remember.
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Lights flashed and Stormzy’s Vossi Bop boomed loudly throughout the club, causing a large roar of students jumping and yelling. Drinks were flying everywhere and the floor was sticky with alcohol, but the girls wouldn’t have preferred it any other way.
“Oh my god. Ino! Shikamaru is there looking over at you!” Sakura whispered loudly to the blonde’s ears. Ino’s face, already red from alcohol, turned even redder at the mention of the boy’s name. “Go oveerrr come on I know how much you love making out-”
“Shut up forehead!” Ino shouted. She was dancing in the circle of their group squashed by the many other students all jumping and dancing over the loud R&B music. “Okay I’m gonna go over, will you be okay?”
“Of course! I’m not drunk!”
“Yes you are!” Ino laughed. “Finish that drink of yours! That’s like what you’re seventh?” Ino yelled to Sakura’s ear.
“Sakura’s on a mission tonight!” Temari yelled from the centre of their circle and jumped to the music.
Sakura nodded her head grinning as she downed the glass sloppily with the alcohol spilling from her mouth. Sakura was feeling good. Her body was feeling alive with the music, she was having fun, she was with people she loved and trusted, and she couldn’t feel anything but the music on her skin and alcohol on her lips.
“I’ll be fine!” Sakura reassured her with slurring words, with Hinata and Tenten pulling Sakura closer into their group. Ino nodded and winked at the girls, leaving their tight circle and squeezing her way towards Shikamaru. Sakura wondered how fun it must feel to be chased and wanted the way Ino was. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss the feeling of hands over her waist and the broad shoulders of-
No. Nope. Remember that’s a baaaad trigger and we aren’t going there!
“Girls shall we get more drinks? Temari’s only tipsy!” Tenten shouted.
“More drinks!?” Hinata squealed, barely able to hide her own drunken state.
“Me and Temari will get some, you guys can choose if you want to! But I don’t think Sakura should have anymore.” Tenten laughed looking at Sakura’s slanted smile and red face.
At the bar it was less crowded, but not by much. The girls had to hold hands and squeeze through people otherwise they’d lose each other in the sea of alcoholic students. Sakura was holding on to Hinata for dear life, pushing people away as she tried to get to the bar. She was just almost there with the girls, until suddenly she was seeing the floor and a pair of strong arms caught her.
“Shit, are you alright?” a soothing voice woke Sakura from her heavy eyes.
She blinked slightly trying to make the image of the man in front of her, but she couldn’t recognise him. Her vision was so misconstrued and she could barely make out where in the club she was. “Hey, hey, don’t worry, just get up slowly.” the voice told her.
Who...what...who is this? Where’s Tenten? Hinata? Her thoughts ran as she stood up and was pushed into the man in front of her. Ugh...Sakura, remember this, you fell..and..soothing voice. Tall man. Is that black hair?? There’s a certain shine to it... She squinted her eyes trying to focus on the man as her vision kept swaying. Her head was pounding and the club was changing, moving, morphing... but the man was steady in front of her, his eyes looking right at her amongst the chaos of the club. It’s so dark…
She moved closer to him to smell the alcohol on his mouth. Her mouth curved into a small slight smile as she giggled in front of him, not sure of what she was doing.
“Yeah i’m fine, but...so are you.” she giggled over the music, her voice getting higher by the end of her sentences. She couldn’t really see anything and she could barely hear her own thoughts over the loud blasting music but she could feel his hands on her back. It was innocent, but she liked the warm feeling. The touch, the feel, the electricity.
Maybe it was because she was drunk, but she snaked her arms onto his shoulders and drew her face closer. She wanted to feel more. In the club everything was blurry, she could feel him, and his hands snaked a little lower to her waist.
“I like..the way you look.” She slurred, her face inches away from his. She could barely even see his face in the dark, but handsome was all she could think of. She saw a smile, or maybe it was a smirk, hell she didn’t know.
“You’re very drunk.”
“I know.” He laughed.
“Where are your friends?”
“The bar...”
“Okay, let’s get you back safe to them-” He stopped as her lips crashed onto his. Her body was pressed against his and she could hear him grunting. He didn’t push her away, but she could feel he was hesitant.
That was, until he hugged her tight and let her tongue slip in. He tasted sweet, but poisonous. She could taste the alcohol in his mouth mixed with a sweetness that tasted foreign. Her hands slid behind his neck and into his hair as he pushed his mouth against hers even harder. It felt so good, and there was a rush of adrenaline rising in Sakura’s body on top of every other intoxication that was swirling inside her.
Sakura remember this, remember this...you made out with this tall man, he smells like…citrus?
She tightened her hold on his hair, desperate to fall in this delightful, hazy and hot moment. She almost forgot what a hot makeout session with someone felt and tasted like; oh how she fucking missed this.
He pulled back with heavy breaths; his eyes and large hands were still on her, and she felt so at large in this fuzzy busy place swamped with other drunks. She was catching her breath as well whilst trying to get a hold of her vision. She looked down and noticed just how close they really were, and how much bigger than her he really was.
He chuckled, a small goofy grin on his face.
He was really cute.
“Sakura! There you are- HEY GET OFF HER!” Sakura whipped her head in a daze to the familiar voice.
“Temari?” The said girl yanked the pink haired student away from the arms of the man. Sakura fell back into Temari’s hold giggling cheekily, glancing at the other girls.
“Sakura are you okay? Sorry I let go, you just fell and then I couldn't find you because of all the people!” Hinata cried out.
“Did the man hurt you?” Tenten asked.
“Nope!” Sakura chuckled. She was clearly drunk, and if her literally hanging onto Temari’s shoulders wasn’t enough indication of her alcoholic state, her red blushed face definitely said ‘drunk’.
“Sorry to trouble you, hope she’s fine.” He turned to the drunk girl he had the pleasure of making out with. “Happy I caught you.” He grinned, and slipped past the dancing crowd.
All she remembered was seeing a glimmer of red before her vision had darkened and faded to black.
--
“Alright, so make sure to study this chapter for next week’s class. And a reminder, all of you should have started your assignment this week even though we’re only two weeks in. I expect good work.”
Sakura typed out the notes on the projection. This was her last class of the day, and thank god it was because she was exhausted. Second year had started more like a rollercoaster than first year had; she was ready to get into her books and assignments but this was another level of crazy. It sucked to be frank. She was excited to get back to studying and really wanted to do well, she had the motivation to excel like how she would normally be able to. However, she hasn’t been able to locate that person. She wasn’t failing, but she wasn’t working at her usual efficient standards and this was not a Sakura that she wanted to be.
But it’s the Sakura she has been for over a year now.
“Haruno Sakura?” a deep voice called. She looked up from her bag and saw her professor.
“Yes sir?”
“You don’t have to call me sir, just Madara is fine. No need for that, you're in second year.” He said calmly with a slight smile. Sakura nodded and smiled embarrassingly. “About the introductory session you volunteered to help with, are you still doing that?”
Ah fuck. Sakura totally forgot about that. She had signed up to help volunteer with the session for people aspiring to do medicine in University of Konoha.
��Yes sir- uh Madara.” The name felt weird in her mouth.
“Okay, good. There’s a meeting later today at 5pm, you should have gotten an email about it?”
“I must have missed it, sorry. It’s been really hectic but I’ll definitely be there.”
“I understand, it’s very different from the first year experience isn’t it?” he chuckled, arms crossed.
“It really is, but I’ll be fine. And I’ll be there today at 5pm.” she repeated, not so much to reassure Madara but more to remind herself.
“Alright, I’ll see you later. Keep up the work.” He waved off as he walked away. Sakura let out a breath she was holding. She didn’t know Madara very well but had occasionally passed by him in first year. He was a very tall man with a brooding face, but he wasn’t very scary in all honesty. He was actually quite friendly for the serious face he had.
It was just Sakura who was anxious speaking to people.
You’d think at 21, in her second year of university, having done 3 months of an internship with the well known Konoha Hospital shadowing the famous Tsunade, that she would be confident enough to talk to her professor. Even her coursemates. Or really, anyone. That guy who works for the sim card company. The cafeteria people. Honestly, this was a problem for her. She was always so anxious when there was a conversation she hadn’t planned on having; but it wasn’t always like this. At least she doesn’t sound anxious, she could fake the confidence.
She was out of the medical building and on her way to the cafe street where she would meet Ino. She needed to just talk.
Kokoro Kafe was their meeting spot. She entered the softly illuminated cafe. Smiling to herself, she remembered why this was their meeting spot. It was adorned with gold lined lights hanging from variable lengths, pink and grey walls with pink LED lights; all of it was so very pretty. The serving counter and cashier were situated in the centre of the large cafe, like an island amongst the sea of pink and yellow lights. It had such an urban but almost angelic atmosphere to it, making it very welcoming for the many students and teachers of UoK.
“Forehead!” a blonde with a high ponytail that could only be Ino, stood up waving. Sakura smiled, jogging to the back of the cafe. “I ordered you your fave, mint chocolate chip ice cream and sprinkles on top. I also got a large hot coco to share because you look like you need it!” Ino exclaimed, pushing the hot coco with frothy whip cream towards Sakura.
“It’s honestly just been such a long day. I had Kakashi from 9 to 12 and then Madara from 12.30 to 3.30? I’m just exhausted. I barely slept last night because I was trying to get through my damn assignment. Honestly I don’t know how you girls are not as stressed out as me..” The pink haired girl let out an exasperated sigh sipping the hot coco.
“I saw your lights on last night, at like...5am? Are you overworking already? Babe I’m really worried about you. You were alright before uni started.”
“I guess yeah I was...I don’t really know Ino it’s just...I don’t know why I’m like this.”
“Have you talked to your therapist yet?” worried features dawned on Ino’s face.
Their usual chatter bounced off each other and was filled with gossip and laughter. But silence ensued between the two friends.
“I haven’t…”
“When was the last time?”
“I...a while ago. I just, I don’t know if I trust her anymore she’s not very helpful. She validates my feelings but I don’t feel like she’s really wanting to help me figure it out.”
Ino looked at her best friend. Ino’s grown up with Sakura ever since they were little, and she’s seen how bad things can get for her best friend. She’s seen Sakura go through some really hard times, and she knows Sakura had found therapy really tough.
“I don’t want to push you Sakura…just let me know when you’re comfortable, if you’ve started to talk to a new therapist or…” Sakura knew what was coming, closed her eyes, and sucked in a breath. “The student welfare office is actually really good.”
Sakura opened her eyes and looked down at the hot coco. “I know...I’ve been wanting to contact them for a while now…”
“I’ll come with you. And the other girls would love to come and support you as well, you know we got your back babe.” Ino’s hands touched Sakura’s on the table, reassuring her. “We just want the best for you.”
Hearing such supportive words was not uncommon, but it didn’t feel normal for Sakura. It was hard to accept the support, the love and belief that Sakura could get better. Her jaw was tight and there was a very uncomfortable feeling sitting in her stomach.
They just want the best for you...you know they do. They’ve always been there for you and...they won’t leave. Come on Sakura you know they won’t. Sakura looked at the girl in front of her. They...want the best for me. And believing that is okay...because..I deserve support.
“I’ll email student welfare...tonight?” Sakura said, each word coming out slowly as she was unsure of this promise. Her breath was stuck in her throat, like she was being choked as she continued to ponder on the thought of her friends supporting her. She knew this was a trauma response.
“And we’ll be there. Or just me if you want okay?” Ino smiled with concerned eyes. “You deserve support, and you deserve good things.”
A tear ran down Sakura’s cheek.
She deserved good things.
“Ah, speaking of good things, your ice cream!”
--
Shit it’s almost 5pm!
Sakura jogged her way to the student union past the small garden of flowers on campus.
Student Union, alright. And 10 minutes to spare!
Small hands pushed the door open to reveal at least 20 other students all chit chatting and lounging in chairs. It was still bright outside, but the union was buzzing like it was 3pm in the afternoon. Sakura looked around, hoping to spot someone she’d recognise.
Are all of these volunteers from my year? I don’t even recognise any of these faces. she huffed as she found an empty seat by the edge of a table that seemed unoccupied. Okay Sakura breathe, nothing to be afraid of. Just talk, be happy, it’s fine, you won’t even see these people again after this week.
“Oh hey, sorry but are these seats taken?” a honeyed voice parroted.
“Ah, no not at all!” Sakura nervously smiled and gestured for the boy and his friends to sit. The boy smiled. He had odd hair, as in, it looked mismatched. brown hair and white highlights? And Sakura thought her pink hair stood out.
“I’m Itama by the way. And this is Shisui and Itachi.” Sakura blinked at them. She knew those names.
“Oh! You’re Sasuke’s brother aren’t you?” Sakura said, a bit loudly and excitedly. “I’m Sa-” she stopped herself. “I’m a friend of Sasuke’s.”
Itachi, the tallest one amongst the three and definitely the oldest looking, smiled in amusement.
“OH what! You know Sasuke?” The Itama boy chirped.
“I think I have seen you around before..” Itachi thought. “No, I’ve definitely seen you around.” his words weren’t hostile, but Itachi was definitely trying to piece it together in his head.
“Are you on the medical degree?” the one with curly hair, Shisui she noted, asked.
“Yeah, I’m a second year.” She found it quite easy to continue this conversation, though unexpected. It wasn’t making her as anxious as she usually would feel in these scenarios. She’s also quite good at hiding though.
“Ah, Madara is our uncle, he asked us to help out with this whole schbang of a taster session.” Shisui rolled his eyes. “But Itama-”
“I’m in my third year doing medicine. Nice to meet you, I definitely recognise you with the pink hair in the medicine building.” Itama mused, ignoring Shisui’s pointed look. Itachi just chuckled.
“Nice to meet you guys. I won't lie, I was a little nervous sitting all alone.” she sighed.
“Awh, well I promise Itachi, Itama and I aren’t nasty-”
“I think I might even recognise you from a night out?”
Sakura choked.
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milkshakes ; jeon jungkook
sometimes all you need is him, milkshakes, and a late night catch up
↬ pairing ┇ pretty much platonic bestfriend!kook and gender neutral reader bc best friend jk just gives me this VIBE
↬ genre + rating ┇ pure fluff, g, not really romance?
↬ warnings ┇ some talk about reader’s weight so if that’s a sensitive topic for you please refrain from reading!
↬ avalyn’s notes ┇ there are now a hundred lil babies!! i knew i wanted to post something as a thank you for the support ( i hoped it was going to be a larger fic i’ve been working on more recently ) but instead i present to you this cute little drabble that’s been sat in my drafts collecting cobwebs since who knows when. thank you again !!xx
↬ word count ┇ around 1k
[ masterlist ]
It's an uneventful and lazy evening in your hotel room. You're draped across one of the comfortable chairs in the corner, scrolling through your uninteresting Instagram feed as your Spotify playlist quietly fills the room in hopes to feel less alone.
You check your notifications for the umpteenth time, sighing as the tray stares back at you blankly, taunting you: what, you think you have friends?
Though you knew for sure you had at least one; your trusty yet mischievous best friend since eighth grade, Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook was what you could describe as a handful and a half. His messy, overgrown hair and lopsided smile never failed to make your day just a little bit better. He’d poke your side and teasingly call you various names, and you’d grumble at him, telling him to respect his elders, even if you were only a few days older. You loved every moment you spent with him, and he was completely convinced you were platonic soulmates (he made sure to remind you of this every time he gave you a hug, whispering it into your ear and refusing to let go until you agreed with him).
Eventually, life run its course and had you taking extra classes at college before kick-starting your career, whilst your best friend was already working his way up the ranks of a growing law firm in the next town over. Even still, you came back to one another, seeing each other more often than not.
Currently you were angry at said best friend who had not been opening your Snapchat messages or answering your calls for the best part of the evening.
(11:44pm)
you: kook
you: hello
you: are you serious
you: i drive half an hour and cut two classes to see you
you: and you just dont wanna show up
you: i see how it is
you: thats fine
you: i’ll be on my way
you: you absolute hOE
you: 👋
(11:47pm)
kook🥴: hey im at mcdonalds wht do u wnt?
(11:48pm)
you: omg hes alive ?!?!?!?
you: bring milkshakes pls
you: also fries
you: thx love you 💘💕💕💖💗💕 💘 💗
(11:51pm)
kook🥴: luv u 2
It was now a little past midnight, though you weren’t tired in the slightest.
You open the door to reveal Jungkook, a grin spread across his lips and his face contorted into a derpy scrunch similar to the ones he'd snap you when he was bored. You let out a snort at the sight.
"Hi. I brought milkshakes."
You tug him in by his sleeve, "And chips?" He places the paper bag of food and the crate of cups on your desk before face planting onto the bed.
"Extra large." he mumbles into the comforter, and you grin, running to flatten yourself onto him. He groans at the weight when you press him further into the mattress, "Just like you."
You whack him with a pillow and he laughs, shoving you off the bed with ease and your body lands with a thud, "Seriously, you got so heavy."
Scrambling off the floor, you follow the deliciously enticing smell of old cooking oil to approach the food Jungkook brought, "Mm, it's because you keep feeding me all this crap."
"You ask, I deliver," he says, walking behind you and tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He peers down as you separate the chips from the bag, feeding one into his mouth and stuffing a few into yours. "Hey, I want more too."
Rolling your eyes at his whines, you elbow him in the chest and he bellows, retracing away from you to flop on the bed in fake pain. "Dying..... need... fries..."
Your music still plays in the background whilst you pass him a bag of fries, sitting across from him with your milkshake. Jungkook slumps on the headboard, wiggling his eyebrows at you and periodically shoving fries into his mouth.
Strawberry milkshake has never tasted so good you think, sipping at the drink and making faces of bliss at him.
“I’ll say it again; strawberry milkshakes are gross and you are scum!” The jarring thought that leaves his mouth abruptly shakes away your delight.
You hide your scowl and simply offer him a shrug, “Only one of those statements is true.” You watch Jungkook’s face as he contemplates a retort, giving him a smug glance when he comes up empty handed and results in a solemn nod. He licks the remnants of his banana milkshake off his lips before tipping the last of his fries into his mouth straight from the bag.
His doe eyes widen like they normally do before he begins a big story, “So do you remember when we egged Yoongi hyung at Jimin’s party in tenth grade?”
You giggle at the memory, “Yeah, from the stairs, and he thought Taehyung did it.” You vividly remember Yoongi scolding the pouty younger boy, “His mint green hair had yellow patches from the yolk and he had to redye it.”
Jungkook nods with a glimmer of childish trouble in his look, “Well, Namjoon hyung told him it was us yesterday and he was not happy.”
Your lips part and a moment of fear washes over the both of you before it’s replaced with laughter, the two of you doubling over the bed, “As if Yoongi would hurt a fly!”
It’s nearing 2am when the conversation dies down and the two of you take the first glance at the time. “Oh, shit,” Jungkook mumbles, “I have work tomorrow.” Both of your backs are now against the headboard, your figure slumped next to his. Your playlist had ended long ago and now only the late night silence engulfed the pair of you.
“Stay,” you mutter softly, fatigue swiping away your consciousness with every passing second, “Just leave early.”
Jungkook’s too tired to complain, so he obeys, tossing all your trash off the bed into the nearby bin and shuffling you both under the comforter, rubbing your arm and whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before falling asleep in tandem.
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