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babiebom · 9 months

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Hewwo , hope your doing well~ I really wanna request the bachelor's and bachelorettes with a partner who always, really ALWAYS, has to sleep with their comfort childhood plush (no matter how crusty, dusty, musty, stinky, misty, stitched and old it is. Thats always how you see that this thing has been loved and cuddled to no end) and always brings it along at sleepovers, how would they act or react? What do they think about it?

A/N: hewwooooooooo!! I am okay!I hope by the time you're reading this that you are doing well!! Also honestly ME I have an old stuffed dog that my great grandma gave me as a child. It is stinky, my dogs have chewed it up, and it has no eyes. I can't sleep with it because of my sensory issues(I have no idea if this is what it is) and my asthma. But i still keep it I love him

Genre:Mtl? Reactions?

Tw: mentions of bullying, jealousy. Some negative reactions, cursing.

Wc: idk but its a little long

Masterlist MINORS DNI

MOST UNDERSTANDING

Penny

Harvey

Emily

Sam

Sebastian

Elliott

Maru

Abigail

Shane

Leah

Haley

Alex

LEAST UNDERSTANDING

PENNY, HARVEY, EMILY, SAM

would be the least judgemental. Doesn't matter if you are in a relationship or not. They would be VERY understanding about your plush. Emily would be the type to offer to fix it up like restitch, wash up, she would be very sweet and would probably make you a new one to be friends with your original one. Harvey would only be worried about if the plush was too dirty and bad for your health. Like dust and stuff in the lungs is not great and he does not want you to get sick at all. Will not judge if you want him to not wash it. Just is on standby to keep you healthy. Penny probably has plushies of her own so she is not judgemental at ALL. Would like to keep all the plushies together on the bed. Literally she would be so happy someone is like her especially because her mom hates some of hers because they're from her father. Sam is just understanding all around. Love plushies? Okay. He loves everything about you unless you were a serial killer I doubt he would be judgmental or mean about anything you like or love.

SEBASTIAN, MARU, ELLIOTT, ABIGAIL

These four are a bit tricky for me because while I don't think they are particularly judgmental I still feel like they wouldn't be as understanding as the four above them. I feel like Maru would be the type to try and understand in a more scientific sort of way. She would research and talk about it in a very "well this is why you're attached and this is the science explanation for it" sort of person. I feel like she might say some hurtful things but not on purpose. Its just because she doesn't understand social things. I feel like Elliott was more sheltered growing up so he wasn't allowed plushies or anything of the sort, and toys got thrown away when he got too old for them so he just doesn't really understand why you still sleep with one. Won't do anything more than ask questions about why you still sleep and cuddle it. Abigail is more understanding but also more teasing about it than the others. She's not mean or hateful about her teasing, she's just joking as her way of showing love. Sebastian I feel like would be curious about why you need it so much. He isn't judging he is just very curious. He wants to know about why you love it so much. Might make inappropriate jokes, but backs off if you don't like them. Overall chill about it.

SHANE, LEAH, HALEY, ALEX

These four, really depend on how much they like you. Like a romantic relationship will get a different reaction than a platonic or negative one with these guys. Shane understands the most out of the four on sometimes needing things to feel comfortable and safe. He knows. So he's not really judgmental about you needing a plush. He is however a person that would get jealous of your plush if you're in a romantic relationship, like he wants to be the thing(person) that you go to to feel comfort. He wants to be what you need to sleep or feel safe. He won't say any of this though, because he knows that it's irrational and something he could work on. In a friendship or disliked kind of relationship he won't judge but he won't be nice or careful about it at all and might hurt your feelings even if he's not trying to. Leah does not really care at all either way. Like okay? Your plushies are yours and have nothing to do with her. If you are in a romantic relationship she cares a little bit more. She'll take care to not be carless with your plushies. Like she won't throw it around or kick it out of the way. She would be nicer about it, but her overall attitude would be she doesn't really care. It's not positive or negative she doesn't judge it's just a little quirk. Haley would absolutely be different based on how she feels for you. In a romantic sense she would be super careful about how she talks about your plush. She doesn't understand at all. She probably thinks it's childish but she won't say anything about. If she's friend with you she is a lot less careful. She might make jokes or comments that will hurt your feelings but would apologize depending on how hurt you are. If she dislikes you you are being made fun of. Especially if it's in front of other people. She absolutely is judging you and will make it obvious, not a good time. Alex is similar to Haley in that he does not understand at all, but it depends on what point in life he is in how he will react. In high school he will be more teasing if he likes you, saying things like "where's our child" or something. If he dislikes you he will make fun of you with his gridball friends it's a stereotypical high school experience. In adulthood I feel like he calms down. He's not going to make fun or anything but he will probably comment and maybe hurt your feelings either way. An apology will only come of he likes you.

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For the following everything is in a more friendly type of relationship. Gender neutral reader

Things were finally winding down, it was already way too late into the night to continue being awake if you all wanted to be able to get up in the morning. Everyone was already almost ready to sleep, yet you still stood next to your bag, hoping they would at least lie down quickly. It's not that you were embarrassed, you just really didn't feel like dealing with their reactions, especially tired. Shane was already lying down, eyes closed but not sleeping. With everyone distracted you quickly bring out your plush, pressing it against your chest as you move towards your sleeping spot. Someone sees you before you can lay down.

Shane would say something like "do you even wash that thing?" Then continue trying to sleep. If you're upset he would make it clear that he is joking.

Elliott wouldn't really react he would probably side eye and continue his bedtime routine. It's none of his buisness.

Sebastian would let out a little chuckle, looking at you for a second before turning his attention to the plush, then continuing to get ready. "It's actually cute..." He would say.

Alex would frown, but not in an unhappy way, in a more confused way. "Why'd you bring that?" He does not mean it in a bad way, he is just so confused.

Sam would probably make it a "big deal" on accident. It wasn't as if he was like OH MY GOD about it he was just sort of like "woah! What's that?" In a very cute and surprised type of way.

Harvey would frown at how dirty and stinky your plush is, the color off from how little it's been washed. He doesn't really say anything, just makes a mental note to offer some vitamins or something for your immune system.

Haley would laugh out loud for a second. Eyeing the plush then saying "you cannot be serious" when she sees that her comment is hurtful she changes her tune and coughs awkwardly, continuing to get ready for bed. "I mean...I didn't mean it in a bad way. I mean it's kinda cool that you kept yours...i wish I kept mine." It's very awkward.

Emily would be surprised and smiley about it. "Oh! Do you want me to sew it up? It looks like the seams are coming loose."

Leah wouldn't really react. She would just look and quirk up an eyebrow making a mental note that this is something that you keep. But that's really it nothing special as she knows everyone has their things.

Abigail would laugh, but not in a mean way. In a teasing sort of way. She would move towards you but not try and take the plush because of how tightly you're holding it. "No no! I swear it's cute! Like you!"

Maru would be surprised, and her eyebrows would go up from seeing you holding this plush so lovingly. She would rattle off some scientific facts that have something to do with how you need the plush to sleep. "It's really all very interesting! Maybe we csn research it together!"

Penny would be VERY excited. She would bring out one of her own, smiling brightly on how she doesn't have to hide her own. "Oh thank Yoba! I was scared I would have to wait until you fell asleep!"

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ochako-deserves-better · 7 months

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Touch-starved pt.2

Katsuki Bakugo & Ochako Uraraka (platonic)

continuation of this post this is the platonic version of this story. If you want the romantic route, read this

"Stay?"

Her request, though whispered, seems to echo across her dorm's walls. Bakugo doesn't respond for a long while, the silence only weighing on Uraraka further. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to?" She lightly tugs on his wrist, "aandd because I don't think you should be alone right now."

He flinches yet again. Uraraka frowns. The fact that he isn't immediately angry at her is yet another indicator that the other teen is not okay. "Come sit with me. We don't even have to talk," she tries again.

"Okay," he relinquishes to her request, allowing the brunette to lead him back to her bed. They sit again, this time close enough that their legs touch slightly. Bakugo initially attempts to put space between them again, but Uraraka quickly scooches over to bridge the gap. Bakugo rolls his eyes, but doesn't move away.

Uraraka bumps Bakugo with her shoulder. "Can I hug you again?"

Bakugo stares at her, wide-eyed. "So I can crush you again?"

The girl scoffs, flipping her slightly overgrown bangs out of her eyes. "I told you, the angle was wrong. And I'm stronger than I look, you know that."

Bakugo huffs, a weak smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I do." While he had defeated her in the Sports Festival, it was not as clean a victory as he had expected, and the girl has only gotten stronger since then. "Should I-" he starts, suddenly very awkward. He coughs into his fist, "stand?"

Uraraka gives him a strange look. "No? You know people cuddle sitting down, right?"

"Cuddle?" Bakugo balks. "You said hug. Cuddling is--"

"Just hugging but sitting down," Uraraka finishes. "It doesn't have to... mean anything, you know?"

Bakugo swallows hard, "You know I don't-"

"Like me like that? Yeah. I know. I'm not hitting on you, Bakugo, I'm comforting you," she rolls her eyes, laughing quietly at the absurdity of the conversation. "Sit back. Like, back on the wall."

Bakugo chews on his lip as he considers her suggestion, but ultimately listens to her request. He unceremoniously shuffles himself backward, his legs outstretched in front of him. Uraraka shifts backward to join him. She grabs his wrist again,gently directing him to lift his arm so she can get closer. She swings her legs over his, leaning forward to once again settle against his chest.

Uraraka smiles at him as his arm curls around her again, his hand settling on the small of her back. "Is this okay?"she asks.

"Yeah," he replies, forcing himself to relax into her touch.

"When was the last time someone's hugged you?" Uraraka asks again.

"Like this? I don't think ever," Bakugo's voice scrapes against Uraraka's heart.

"Not even when you were little?" Uraraka presses, idly rubbing circles against the side of his neck with her thumb. Bakugo unconsciously leans his head to the other side, allowing her thumb to continue its motions more easily.

"Who? My mom?" Bakugo laughs, but its sound is tainted. "She's not exactly the gentle type. And once my Quirk awakened--" he pauses, lifting his hand off her waist for a moment "--it wouldn't be safe."

Uraraka's thumb stops moving. After a moment, Bakugo's eyes finally meet her own. He quirks a brow, silently asking the question he'd never utter out loud. "Never?"

"What," Bakugo sounds confused. "It's fine. I didn't get coddled like that nerd did. It's not like it matters? I'm fine. I turned out fine." He pauses, "Uraraka stop looking at me like that."

Uraraka leans into him, letting more of her weight settle against his body. He tightens his arm to accommodate the shift, holding her close. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

She hesitates, debating on the follow-up question that's eating at her soul, "Were you jealous of him? That his mom would cuddle him, but your mom wouldn't?" Bakugo stares at the ceiling as he considers the question.

"Sometimes," he admits, rattling Uraraka to her core. He admitted it?! Just like that?! "I... have nightmares. A lot. And they've only gotten worse as I've started hero work. It would've been nice to..." He rolls his eyes at his own words. "Don't do that. I don't need to--"

"Don't get defensive," Uraraka snaps, lightly smacking the side of his head with her hand. "I'm your friend, Bakugo. This is what friends talk about."

He huffs, but falls silent.

"Is that why you were in the common room? Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Is this helping?" Uraraka feels his strong hand push into the small of her back. He makes an affirmative noise.

He glances at the clock, frowning. "It's late. For real this time," he says. "I should head to my room."

Uraraka agrees, and the two slowly separate. Bakugo seems reluctant to pull away, but he releases her. He lifts himself off her bed, heading once again toward the door.

Again, however, Uraraka stops him with a hand wrapped around his wrist. "Hey, Bakugo?"

"Mmm?"

"If you have a nightmare... Wake me up, okay? I'm serious. And we can... do this again, if you want."

"I--" Bakugo coughs again, embarrassment once again burning his face. "Whatever, I--" he pauses, sighs, and turns to her again.

Suddenly, his hands are wrapped around her waist, lifting her up to squeeze her again. Before Uraraka could react, she was back on the floor. "Goodnight."

Uraraka smiles as the door closes behind the other teen "Goodnight."

#kacchako #platonic kacchako #uraraka x bakugou #mha writing #bnha writing #mha drabble #bnha drabble #mha #bnha

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ecargmura · 24 days

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Tadaima, Okaeri Episode 5 Review - Big Brother Hikari

If you’re from an Asian family and you’re the eldest son or daughter, you probably experienced many different types of roles. Maybe you were the agony aunt, the trauma dumpster, the third parent, or something similar. To be honest, I’m not the oldest in my Asian family—I’m the youngest. I’m just listing out these categories from the people I’ve witnessed growing up. Why am I mentioning all of this? Well, as a toddler character, Hikari could have been written to be any one of the things I mentioned, but fortunately, the author does a great job balancing out Hikari as an individual and Hikari as a big brother so that he isn’t just one or the other. Though, I do want to warn you that anime kids are much, much different from kids in real life.

Hikari is a great big brother, honestly! He’s never been jealous of Hinata and he really enjoys having her around his life. He could’ve been easily jealous or possessive due to how spoiled he was, but he doesn’t seem to mind sharing his parents, specifically Masaki, with her. That’s a sign that he’ll be an amazing older brother growing up and that both siblings will have a strong bond.

Because his environment has changed, Hikari now has to grow up a bit. He tries to be a bit too selfless and it causes him to get a fever from stress. I’m glad that Masaki and Hiromu are great parents as they guide Hikari as gentle and wise as possible. For example, Hiromu didn’t freak out when Hikari tried feeding an apple to Hinata. Instead, he tells him that Hinata needs to learn how to chew before he can share food with her and then Masaki tells him that Hinata prefers watching Hikari eat rather than being fed, to which Hikari got happy. I swear, their parenting style is what all Asian families need. Down with trauma dumping and high expectations! We need more gentle and kind parenting! Parents are guides in their child’s lives, after all. Being a positive influence does wonders. This is why Hikari is super sweet and kind! I’m glad that Masaki and Hiromu aren’t putting all of their attention on Hinata and that they still share it with Hikari all the time.

I do like the little conversation Hikari has with Matsuo. Since Hiromu, Masaki and Yuuki are only children, Matsuo is technically his senpai in the land of big brothers. His advice to Hikari shows that he really was a great older brother, but he denies that. It also shows that Hikari is someone who takes things literally, which is why he overexerts himself and got himself a fever. The way he mentioned that his parents think of Hiromu as another son and Hikari as a grandson would be a great story idea. The Matsuo parents were supposed to make an appearance in the story, but it was scrapped by the author. Matsuo’s younger brothers will make a future appearance, however; stay tuned to when they make their debut.

Hiromu and Masaki’s little conversation was also really nice too. It’s their first time having two kids so both parents are growing alongside Hikari. They really have an ideal relationship where both of them talk about their worries to each other and are still lovey-dovey as they’re not afraid of public affection.

The second half of the episode was a nice little way for Hikari to be spoiled by his family. The family is invited to spend a day with the in-laws minus Matsuo and Yuuki this time around. It’s just the four of them. I think this was a nice segue in a way because Children’s Day was just yesterday in Japan.

It’s also a segment showcases how the relationship between Masaki and his in-laws are getting better and how Hiromu’s tension with his father has lifted, but he still has snarky quips towards him every now and then. It’s funny how similar they are in personality as they both record Hikari wearing the paper hat.

Speaking of in-laws, Hiromu’s mother Akira is formally introduced here. She’s very elegant and graceful. I love how kind she is when it came to wanting to make amends with Masaki and even had him trying on her bridal kimono that she wanted to give to him. She’s sweet, but I did wonder about her stance on her son marrying an omega. She doesn’t seem to be against it given her demeanor and that it seemed like it was only Kouji who had rejected the marriage before apologizing. Hiromu is surprising a very good balance of both of his parents in a way. His hair, eyes and mole all came from Akira, while the personality is all from his dad. I do wish I could’ve seen how his relationship with his mother was like since he mainly interacted with his father.

The voice acting in this episode was really good! Konomi Kohara makes very convincing baby babbles. You can tell that Atsumi Tanezaki has a good grasp on Hikari as she makes him more articulate as he’s now a three year old. Toshiyuki Morikawa does an amazing job with the many types of tones he gives Hiromu whenever he is interacting with someone. It feels like I’ve witnessed Morikawa play five different characters. He makes his voice high pitched when he is doting over his kids. He gets irritated when his father calls Masaki. He’s gentle when he’s only with Masaki. I think my favorite of Morikawa’s performance is when he makes Hinata sound like a woman in her 40’s. I got reminded that he did voice the Panda Mom in Shirokuma Cafe. Shinpachi Tsuji does a great job with the silly and serious sides of Kouji. Atsushi Tamaru does a great job with the gentle side of Masaki and also the part where he got all embarrassed from Hiromu staring at him in his bridal clothes was super adorable. Akira’s voice actress is Naomi Shindo and she does a great job bringing out the gentle demeanor of hers.

Oh, if you have noticed, this is the first episode where Yuuki doesn’t make an appearance outside of the brief recap in the beginning. I was surprised he doesn’t appear at all because I had been expecting another post-credit scene between him and Matsuo to appear again, but no, he doesn’t appear at all. His name doesn’t even appear in the credits. Well, it makes sense given that Yuuki wasn’t present in these two chapters either. Don’t worry, he’ll appear next episode. Do you miss Yuuki? What are your thoughts on this episode?

#tadaima okaeri #masaki fujiyoshi #hiromu fujiyoshi #hikari fujiyoshi #hinata fujiyoshi #kouji fujiyoshi #Akira fujiyoshi #Tomohiro matsuo #review #anime #anime review #bl anime #omegaverse #ecargmura #arum journal

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finchers-ipad · 8 months

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GODDD I LOVE HEARING UR THOUGHTS!!! Do I have any other soapshipping hcs u haven’t shared yet?! >:D or like, if u want a specific type of question to answer… how do u think the narrator and Tyler apologize to each other :0 & do u think there is certain times/situations where Tyler shows his softer side?? And what is he like when he’s like that and what causes it.. sorry I just wanna hear any of ur thoughts about them LOL

YES OF COURSE, i love hearing your thoughts also!! btw i am on public transport for a minimum of 3 hours every day so never worry about spamming my inbox or anything because i am always so bored lmao!! <3

- i think tyler does show is softer side, but it comes gradually with the progression of their relationship, like it probably takes them FOREVER to start telling each other when they like or don’t like when the other does something. because it’s usually just carried out through fights. i feel like he gets sensitive when watching movies a lot, he hides this from the narrator a lot of the time, but the narrator catches him sometimes. i also think the time he is most sensitive is when they are lying in bed. the main thing that upsets him is when the narrator has to leave to go on work trips. because he can’t be more than 6ft away from this man at all times.

- honestly i think the way they apologise to each other is by using the others love language if that makes sense? for example if tyler was mad at the narrator for doing or not doing something, he would just do what tyler would have wanted (i have no idea if that makes any sense) because i think tyler’s love langue is acts of service.

for example if the narrator bought something for tyler, because he thought it would be something nice, and tyler fucking went off on him for how he’s just contributing to the consumerist american culture blah blah blah, maybe smacks him around a little just to get the point across, the narrator would get his money back for it and then steal something from the store. (and then coming home and letting tyler fuck him senseless) sorry my keyboard got possessed there that was so weird, anyway.

- but if the narrator was genuinely mad at tyler for something (which tbh i think would be very hard to do) he would want tyler to affirm him and have tyler show how much he means to him?

an example is like if the narrator was mad because tyler showed someone a bit too much attention in fight club, the narrator would just kind of sulk on the way home and not speak to tyler (because he is a jealous little bitch). and he would do this until tyler got the message, i think tyler would then, in a sarcastic tone but be deadly serious, tell him how much he means to him whilst hugging him from behind?

-yeah idk how accurate they would be, and both of those would be how they act in like the first year of their relationship :))

OTHER RANDOM HC’s!!! (some of them are ooc but this is how they act in my head OKAY?!):

- tyler EXCLUSIVELY chews bubble gum or fruit flavoured gum, specifically like strawberry or watermelon. when he eats some weird ass food like anchovy pizza or something, the narrator is like “you better fucking brush your teeth before you kiss me 😤“ and tyler just sighs and reaches into his jean pocket and pops a huge peice of bubblegum in his mouth and says “that’s the best you are getting” and then shoves his tongue down his throat.

- tyler would NEVER tell the narrator this but he likes the narrators penguin tie out of all of his ties, when he comes downstairs in the morning wearing it, tyler smiles into his coffee. he also pulls on it to give him a kiss as he leaves for work.

- the narrator has a polaroid of tyler in his wallet

- THEY HAVE MOVIE NIGHT IN THEIR LIVING ROOM EVERY WEEK!!! the theatre that tyler works at throws a shit ton of popcorn away because it’s going stale, so tyler carries home these HUGE bags of popcorn that they just have in-front of them to graze on when they are watching. tyler is spread out of the sofa with his head in the narrators lap :))

#AGAIN TY FOR ASKING <33 #please never worry about spamming me i am chronically online #also i will never get sick of talking about these guys #i feel very strongly about the flavoured gum thing #tyler would NOT chew mint gum #fight club #soapshipping #tyler x narrator

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strangestcase · 1 year

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Questions about your view of Hyde in relationships (for research purposes and bc I want to put your version of Hyde in my mouth and chew him like gum /pos):

-How does jealously work for Hyde? Does he only feel it for certain people or in certain situations? What are situations that would make him jealous? To use current rp relationships as examples - how would he feel if Dorian started flirting with a waiter while they were on a date vs Dorian coming back covered in hickeys? Or someone flirting with Gabriel vs Gabriel being in a relationship with more than just Hyde?

-How does Hyde express love, since they seem to be unable to verbally articulate it a lot of the time? In more simple words, going by a commonly known system, what would be their love language? How do they prefer to receive love vs how do they show it?

-This is only half a relationship question but. If your Hyde sat down with a modern day psychologist and a DSM5, what diagnoses would it walk out with? How do these different things effect it’s relationships with other people?

Apologies for the several questions. Please let me know if this many questions bother you. I just want to put your Hyde in a salad spinner so very bad /pos

AAAA thank you! I love developing my little guy (horrible old man that kills)

-Hyde is a pretty jealous guy when it comes to the people he's latched on specifically. Usually they're very careless- he is disconnected from humanity in general and what any dumb human being does is NOT his business... but if it involves the very few people he tolerates, then yes, they are jealous, even possessive, with the last threads of his moral compass acting as a buffer at times to prevent him from getting downright creepy. If Dorian started flirting or making out with someone during a date he'd get more mad that he's not paying attention to it and "getting distracted".

nOW, if we're talking Gabriel, breathing in his direction would be a perfect recipe for disaster. And Hyde only lets him see other people because (through gritted teeth) thats what makes Gabriel happy. What, nobody said Hyde was a good person to date.

-They show love through physical attention and body language, like... walking over to someone, getting close, touching them, nuzzling them, the works. However, it's aware their touch puts people on edge, so ironically enough he avoids touching the people he loves the most, at least at first.

But, in general, I think their love language is, in terms of giving love, more like, quality time, you know? If he can't touch you at least it can sit by you in silence, reading a book, just... blessing you with his presence, I suppose. And this isnt just a Hyde think; Jekyll has always been like that. In terms of receiving I think he's the type to like gifts and little details like preparing a fancy date or expensive stuff, they LOVE to be pampered and made to feel special.

This means that, if Hyde REALLY loves you and does not only see you as a fucktoy OR a temporary fling, he will be simultaneously very touch starved AND very skittish. He's basically a cat. He wants to cuddle but he's afraid you will not like it, which is something that never applies to one night stands or week-long things.

-Eddie Hyde is undiagnosable <3 ok ok i was kidding. I think he'd be diagnosed with ADHD, autism, dissociative depersonalization, a nasty addiction to (gestures broadly) lots of things, and maybe also ASPD or at the very least w antisocial behaviors plus paranoia.

I think that if he was diagnosed as Jekyll the ASPD and the ADHD would have been less noticeable because Jekyll is MASKING SO MUCH it hurts, but conversely, they would have gotten the OCD label slapped on. I'm not entirely sure if Jekyll/Hyde has full on OCD but his brain is indeed intrusive thoughts central. Their thoughts are 80% HHHGMGHGM YOU DID A BAD YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOREVERRRRRR.

If you want a honest answer: Jekyll doesn't like people very much, with few exceptions, and is INCREDIBLY arrogant and self-centered to the point he has ZERO qualms with being mean to their friends (all three of them) and his "social" persona is just an elaborate act that drains him a lot. So as Hyde he just... lets it all out and that's why he's LIKE THAT.

And? please? dont put Hyde in a salad spinner, he will get dizzy.

#dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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how jealous/protective is elvis when it comes to becky butt?

Why hello there lovely non non, thanks for reaching out!

What do y'all think? My initially gut reaction is VERY. I'm gonna venture to bet any man caught looking at Becky in any kind of way is gonna get some wrath that falls somewhere on the Elvis temper scale that begins with "not paying attention," and goes from "Mad as a mule chewing on bumblebees" to "pointing a gun atcha while I karate kick your ass,"

Its early days, Becky Butt and Elvis have only known it each other a week. Although, what a week - they managed to spend FOUR nights together and Elvis managed too worm his way into her family and meet her kid and collude with Ida to 'kidnap' her. He probably knows her better than a man she might have met normally and dated for a month or two before being ready to have him meet Ruth and her Aunt and Uncle. But that is how Elvis is, I get the feeling from obsessively studying reading about him that he could be instantly close and familiar with people he got a good read on. So I'm gonna say that intensity applies to his jealous and protective nature, at least in the way I'm sketching him out in this fic. He already punished Joe for teasing her and had someone go tell Charlie not to sit next to Becky in chapter two. Even though he had her dress bought small so she'd be popping out of it all night, he was still very angry when she accidentally flashed Charlie. And there's more of that coming in Chapter 4 because Jerry and Charlie and Larry are just the first to be totally enamored with her.... not sexually mind you, although Jerry kind of develops a soft appreciation for how cool and beautiful she and her daughter are, he wants to try and protect her from Elvis.... but yeah, the Mafia boys are *mostly* gonna wanna be around her, she's someone new and their cooped with with each other all the time, and Becky is such a down-to-earth, semi-Tomboy who's not afraid to get her hands dirty, although she also loves cooking and sewing and making things, she is very much a earth mother goddess type... probably my most domestically inclined OC... anyway, she totally charms the boys with some vegan carob cookies and guitar playing and maybe fixes some pants for Lamar that he rips or something.... as for outright jealousy and protectiveness.... it is going to come out more and more as they go on... there's definitely a fight with baby daddy somewhere down the line....

So, how about you all? Are you here for hot and bothered Elvis?

If you read my fic, you've probably noticed "angry violent" Elvis one of my favorite flavors, along with "Cocky flirty prick," "Having a Hissy Fit," "Soft, sweet and needy," "Cool and confident because I feel safe with you and also like you give me power over you," and "Goofy sexy baby talk in third person about my penis..." hmmmm i feel like i jusst drifted off into a day dream (night dream?) as I started to just describe all the different sides of Elvis because i love them all... although i need to work in "deep philosophical mystical" and "prankster" Elvis more....

Oh no, stop fighting... over me.... i hate it.... take me now

xoxox norah

#no one walks out on big daddy #elvis x oc #elvis presley #elvis presley fan fic #elvis fic #elvis fan fiction #elvis presley fan fiction #bandit queen asks

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darkenforcer · 7 months

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edelweiss, iris and marigold!

BOTANICAL HEADCANONS || not accepting !

edelweiss: what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life? are they known to be courageous from then on?

oooh, yuri's got a lot to choose from! getting in the way of knights and risking jail-time? typical tuesday afternoon. slaying giant monsters? child's play.

so for someone as naturally courageous as yuri, i'd say his bravest moment was actually allowing himself to have faith in his friends when saving estelle, even after her powers went berserk and severely injured them once before. for all they'd known, it might've been impossible to snap her out of it-- in fact, yuri nearly did resort to putting her out of her misery, alone. luckily for him (and estelle, more so), overcoming that fear of relying on / endangering others paid off! it might seem like small potatoes compared to when he saved the world, but things like trust and companionship are a lot harder for him to confront than harbingers of destruction.

iris: if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind, what would it be?

honestly? if given the opportunity, i don't think he'd do it unless he had to; in which case, he'd send a message to jiri-- the woman who'd practically raised him. she'd likely chew him out for wasting time on her when he could be doing something more productive with actual living people, though...

as for the message itself, it'd be something short and sweet, like "hanks still talks about you all the time, y'know," or "sorry for taking so long to get my act together." anything more than that, he can save for when they see each other again.

marigold: is your muse prone to jealousy? how might they handle envious feelings?

yuri's not really the jealous type. he's almost too accepting of possibly being replaced, and he's never had any issue living in the shadow of his friends' accomplishments, either. chalk it up to his lack of self-importance, i guess-- he's only just starting to move past thinking he's not worth as much as those around him.

anyway, his envy's usually reserved for trivial things like strength (and even then, it's more of a motivator than anything). meathead.

#meme friday #schleckermaul #overcoming emotional hurdles is the bravest thing a guy can do. fact.

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dotster001 · 2 years

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Hii can i request twisted wonderland romantic matchup?

my pronouns are she/her. I'm istp 5w4 548. My zodiac sign is leo.

I'm ambivert,I'm very laid back and prefer to go with the flow of life but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having a leisure more than anything else. But once i find my motivation I'm actually pretty hardworking, I won't stop or take breaks until i completely finish what I started. I mostly spends my time as a stoic and a calm person and i might even come off as apathetic towards the world around me [even tho I’m not]. I’m usually perceived as being insensitive because i generally prefer to deal with emotions in my own head rather than openly [and somehow I'm still well liked?!] tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [very rarely tho] Sometimes i have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but i give myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process. I have a very big ego but one word alone is enough to destroy it. i Will never admit my wrong, unless internally. I'm playful around people i like [friends, family, classmates] and if I believe I'm right I'll passive agressivly fight you to prove my point [even if I'm wrong]. Like i said i have hard time committing to something i loose interest, motivation and get bored rather easily. If I'm stressed about something i bottle everything up and worry about it alone. Not because I don't want to burden other or anything simply because my pride and ego is getting in my way. I'm not really a jealous person and even if i get jealous i keep it to myself and try my best to hide it. I care about what others think of me [more like what others think of my parents] so towards strangers and people that know my parents I'm very polite.

I like horror genre [movies, books, analogue horror and etc], watching movies, listening to true. Researching and learning more about myself. I love reading greek mythology and Japanese urban legends, I'm interested in psychology. I wouldn't really consider this as a hobby cause i do it once or twice a year but i also play volleyball and piano. I also really love spicy food.

I dislike dogs, sweet food, really hot weathers, heat and sweat, snow, really loud or really quiet places, math and chemistry, romance movies [i really love romance books tho], when someone ignores or interrupts me. Having my questions unanswered, when people make chewing or drinking sounds. I really hate when grown as adults [or even teenagers] start acting like a child, using baby voice, pouting and using puppy dog eyes

As for my idea type I value honesty and loyalty, I'm more attracted [romantically or platonically] to people who are confident in themselves and their abilities. I also value partner/friend that isn't overprotective and allows me my independence and let's me do things my way. I don't think i have a specific type i just want my partner to keep me entertained as i tend to get bored rather easily.

My love language is act of service and quality time.

(first off, I want to ask, Leona, is that you? At first I was going to pair you with Leona, but I realized your personalities are too similar and would clash. So then I was like, who is my favorite person to ship with Leona besides Yuu? So....)

I match you with Ruggie Bucchi.

Just trust me bro.

Male hyenas are naturally submissive for their partners. So acts of service and quality time as your love language? Mans is all over that. He likes to do chores for you that put him near you. You're doing homework in the kitchen? He's washing dishes. You want to hang out outside? He's already got a rake in his hand. He's greedy though, so you better be ready to pay him back with a kiss.

That said, if what you really want is to just snuggle with him, he'll drop everything to do so. He'll grab some snacks he knows you like, he'll find a fluffy blanket, and he'll watch a horror movie with you while you snuggle.

Ruggie is super attuned to his surroundings, won't take any crap, and is a realist. He learns what triggers you quickly, and works hard to make his queen happy. He never ignores you, and always makes sure that if you have a question or thought, it's never unanswered. He's incredibly loyal, but also a busy bee, so he doesn't have time to be clingy. He knows you can take care of yourself. He'll hold your earrings for you, go kick their asses.

You don't like dogs? Perfect, Hyena's are related to cats. Dogs steal your food, and Ruggie doesn't have food to spare, so I think you're gonna be okay.

Ruggie is sitting on your bed, folding your laundry, while you read a book. He hums a little tune, so that the room isn't too quiet, but aside from that, the two of you are sitting in a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, you spoke up.

"Did you know that Leos are often considered a symbol of power?" You asked.

Ruggie looked up from his folding, "Between you and Leona? Yeah, I figured that out, shihihi."

"What's your birthday again?"

"April 18th," he hummed.

"Aries," you muttered, flipping pages in your book until you found his sign. "Ah, optimistic with no filter." You looked up at him with a sly smile. "Very emotional."

He glared at you for a moment. "Am not."

"Just telling you what the experts say," you said with a shrug, when you felt something soft hit your head. You looked down in your lap, and saw one of your unfolded socks.

"Did you throw a sock at me?"

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Very emotional," you repeated, feeling smug.

"Shut up," he muttered. He continued folding your laundry, but now it could only be described as rage folding.

"Simmering rage, too..."

"You're lucky I'm getting paid for this," he muttered.

"Oh, are you?" You laughed.

He gave you an irritated look, "we prearranged for two kisses."

"You're right," you crawled over to him and gave him a quick peck, followed by a longer kiss. "There, is my emotional, rage filled Aries happy now?"

"Yes," he muttered.

#500 followers #matchups #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Defending S/O From Jealous Girls (Kuroo, Kageyama, and Tsukishima )

enjoy!!!!

warning(s):bullying!!!(tw) , boys who bite at anything that touches you<3

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Kuroo

“Oops! My bad, Y/N- you should really watch where you’re going.”

You rub your shoulder with a frown as the long-haired girl in front of you feigns innocence, eyes glinting with a venemous edge before you huff, leaning down to pick up your phone. A hand beats you to it, snatching the device in a way that had you flinching before a hand settles warmly atop your head.

“Kitten, you good?”

Of course.

You sigh, seeing that the girl who had an obvious crush on your boyfriend had stepped to the side, lock of hair already twirled around her finger while her lips curled up in a flirtatious smile. Kuroo kept his feral eyes on you with a questioning look in his eyes as you offer a strained grin, taking the phone from him before glancing at the perpetrator.

“Rika, did you need something?”

“Kuroo-senpai, can I ask for your help on this upcoming assignment?”

She blatantly ignores you, but Kuroo kept his gaze focused on your now shattered expression, seeing you hadn’t answered his original question. Distractedly, he merely shrugs at Rika before slipping his hand warmly into yours, tugging you along gently down the hall.

The pissed-off expression of Rika’s still went unnoticed as you smile gratefully, following him along as Kuroo slips your conjoined hands into his jacket pocket. Feral eyes glance at your tired expression as Kuroo stops in the middle of the now empty hall, causing you to blink out of your thoughts.

“Tetsurou, we need to get to class-”

“Whatever you’re thinking about, quit it.”

You tilt your head as if you don’t know what he’s talking about, plastic smile already tugging at the edge of your lips.

“Huh-?”

“Babe.”

Kuroo’s motions are careful as his large hands rest on either side of your neck, thumbs gently tracing the contour of your cheeks as his sharp eyes seem to pin you in place. His chest sinks when the smile on your face slowly fades, your eyes brimming with unshed heat before he sighs.

“How long?”

“What-?”

“I’m not dumb, sweetheart. So you either give me names and how long they’ve been giving you shit- or I interrogate any female I’ve ever seen you with. Your choice.”

“...Rika’s really pretty, no?” Your voice cracks, smiling sadly as insecurity brims your tone, Kuroo’s grip on you seeming to weaken at your words. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m just not-”

“I will take you right here, in the middle of this hall.”

“Tetsurou-!” You scold, a smirk crossing Kuroo’s lazy features before he tugs you into his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck seemingly deep in thought as the raven-haired boy strokes your hair. He mumbles, other hand wrapped around your body protectively as his lips move against the top of your head.

“If it makes you realize how beautiful you actually are, kitten, I don’t object-”

“I can’t stand you sometimes.”

“So...no?”

Kuroo grins at the feel of your laughter against his neck, lifting your chin upwards to encase your lips with his heatedly as your figners clench at the back of his shirt material-

sharp eyes flitting in the direction of a teary-eyed Rika.

She runs off from her hiding place when he makes threatening eye contact with her in the midst of kissing you harder, hand on the back of your hair entwining with the strands for effect. One was off the list now, for sure.

“Names, sweetheart.” He pulls back gently, kissing your slightly swollen eyelid as his thumb strokes your cheek lovingly.

“I want them by the end of the day.”

Kageyama

“Oi. Snap out of it.”

Your dazed expression becomes alert at the feel of Kageyama touching a cold can against your cheek, the blue-eyed boy arching his brow in worry.

“Sorry, um...” You seem frazzled, looking over your shoulder now and then as Kageyama casts you a second worried glance as he occupies the space next to you on the school bench. He pokes the straw into his milk, casually tossing an arm around you afterward-

certainly not expecting to hear a yelp.

He flinches, retracting his arm back in a jerking motion. “What?! What’s wrong?”

“My shoulder...” You clench your teeth. “It’s really sore.”

“Did you bump it against something?” Kageyama sweat dropped, reaching a hand up to rest on the back of his neck worriedly. The awkward tension in his movements made you laugh, but it came out a little forced.

“Nope. I’m going to get some relieving patches from the nurse’s office, don’t wait up!” You seemed skittish, the pained look in your eye not going unnoticed by your analytical boyfriend. His calls for you died on the blue-eyed boy’s lips, sighing when you’re so rushed you leave your phone behind.

He picks it up, about to slip it into his bag to give it to you later, until your phone lights up with a text message-

multiple text messages.

Kageyama’s blue eyes scan them before he can think. He hadn’t meant to read your messages, but he’s suddenly glad he stumbled upon them. The word bitch was prominently used, attacking you for dating the popular setter. Kageyama could feel heat rush to his head, jaw clenching at what he was reading.

If yesterday’s lesson didn’t teach you enough, it won’t just be your shoulder next time.

He lifted himself out of his seat, milk box crushed within his fist. Blue orbs barely scanned the name of the sender, thanking his good memory for remembering such a useless girl. She was in your class, and he briefly remember you awkwardly bringing her up.

“Tobio, I told you not to wait-”

“Come on.”

Your eyes widen when Kageyama tugs on your good arm, the aura around him borderline dangerous. Worriedly, your questions of where he was bringing you failed to drown out the ringing in your boyfriend’s ears.

“You don’t like holding hands in front of people-” You start, cheeks heating up when you reach the front of your classroom.

“Y/N. You know you can trust me, right?” He’s still not looking at you, staring stoically at the shut classroom door.

Subconsciously, you touch your shoulder as guilt brims your orbs. “I didn’t want to make it difficult for you-”

“Well, that’s fine.” You tilt your head as Kageyama slams the door open, glancing back at you with anger swimming in his blue orbs.

“Because this shouldn’t be difficult.”

You held back a sigh. Kageyama was the type to deal with these types of things head on, for the raven-haired boy never really cared much about what people thought of him. You embarrassedly trudge behind him as he walks in with ease, stopping in front of a certain someone’s desk that had your breath catching in your throat. Everything begins to make sense when Kageyama slips your phone out of his pocket.

“You have a crush on me or something?” He bluntly asks, disinterest flitting around his blue eyes as you watch your bully’s jaw slacken, cheeks filling with embarrassment. “Is that why you’ve been harassing my girlfriend?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kageyama-Kun!”

You shouldn’t have felt as justified as you did as Kageyama lets your phone fall on her desk, the messages staring back up at her as Aika’s eyes brim with unshed tears.

“Expect an assault charge reported to the school tomorrow. Good job digging your own grave.” Kageyama’s cold voice sent a collective shiver down everyone’s spine before he promptly tugs you out of the classroom. You barely caught a glance at Aika’s trembling form before Kageyama’s leaning you against the now empty hallway.

Lunchtime was over now, that was for sure.

“Tobio, you didn’t-”

“Let me adjust your patch. You didn’t put it on right.” He ignores you, still sorting out his emotions before he’s gently tugging your shirt off your shoulder slightly, peeling the patch off of your skin to reposition it.

“Are you mad?” Your voice was quiet as he solely focused on the task at hand.

“Yeah.” You flinch, feeling guilty at his blunt tone-

until his forehead touches your shoulder, his breath fanning against your skin.

“You know I’ll protect you no matter what, right?”

Kageyama’s chest finally settled, feeling tears of relief beginning to soak his shoulder as you smiled into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yeah.” You breathily laugh, Kageyama’s grip tightening slightly-

And he dug his face deeper into your shoulder, hiding a small lilt of his lips he didn’t want you to see.

Tsukishima

“You’re late.”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss it.”

You beam in the face of your unamused boyfriend, the blonde sighing heavily as the squeak of sneakers fade out into the background. What mattered was that you came.

“Any particular reason?” Tsukishima absent-mindedly twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, tilting his head in a bored fashion as you seem to stiffen in place.

“Um, no?”

“Who knew my girlfriend was such a terrible liar.” Tsukishima pried further, arching a brow as you chew your bottom lip, looking everywhere but him. “Seriously, what’s going through that pretty little head?”

“You think I’m pretty?” You seem to perk up at that, and Tsukishima flicks your temple as he begins to walk off to warm up.

“Shut up.” He glances back at you, gaze softer than his usual hard stare.

“...”

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

Tsukishima’s irritation begins to show on his face before you giggle, feeling more relaxed than before as you motion that you’re going to find your seat. You mouth a good luck to him, pretending not to notice the redness on the tips of the blonde’s ears as he spins on his heel hastily. So cute.

Your smile fades when a smile that was just a bit too wide waves you to come sit with them. You wondered if you had a choice as your footsteps slow in their movement.

“Y/N’s here~”

“Looks like you can see after all. I underestimated you.”

“Wha- You’re the one with the glasses!”

Tsukishima smirks at how easy it was to rile Hinata up, hazel eyes flitting over to the stands. He would never admit it, but knowing you were in the bleachers somewhere-

Scratch that. He knew exactly where you were on the bleachers.

Ice-cold, dripping with water. A water bottle being held upside down in a girl’s grasp, a girl who was vaguely familiar.

“Tsukishima, we’re about to play-!”

“Then put someone else in.” The tall blonde’s voice was hardened as he brushed past his team captain, fire on his heels at what he had witnessed.

The heat in your eyes contrasted greatly with the ice cold water dripping down your back. Yuki giggled brightly with her friend stifling a laugh into her palm, a feigned pout on her lips as everyone in the stands stared at your trembling form.

“Y/N-chan! You’re so clumsy!” Yuki squealed, bending down to pretend to wipe up some of the water on your lap with her scarf. Her voice drops to a mutter. “And forgetful. Didn’t I tell you not to come to Tsukishima-Kun’s game today?”

Your eyes widen a fraction, trembling lips beginning to part before a warmth suddenly cascades your cold body.

“And pray tell, why should she listen to your advice?”

Tsukishima’s voice sounded kind, but his eyes were anything but, protectively tugging you out of your soaking seat. You feel the rise of his chest, eyes widening when you realize he ran to get here.

Yuki’s lips trembled before a sweet smile overtakes her features. You could’ve laughed as she begins to sniffle.

“Kei-Kun! Y/N-chan had a little bit of a spill, and I was just-”

“Helping her?” He finishes for her, smile growing a little sadistic. He focuses his attention on you, clenching his teeth at the smile you offer him. A trembling one that said I’m okay.

“Funny. Because I saw the whole thing.”

“I-It’s a misunderstanding-”

“Oi.” Tsukishima’s fake smile drops, jaw clenched. You tug on his arm, not wanting to cause a scene, but he merely slips it out of your grasp, pushing you behind him. His glasses seem to shine a little as his lips quirk up yet again.

“Ugly girls shouldn’t lie, it leaves them with nothing worth doting for, you know? Hm?” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, smiling a closed eye smile. “And who gave you permission to call me by my first name? It’s Tsukishima. With an honorific.”

You wince at the harsh insult that slaps Yuki across the face, flabbergasted expression still evident on your face as he takes you by the shoulders, spinning you around with a now pissed-off expression.

“Yuri.” He looks back, getting her name wrong on purpose. “Don’t let me catch you helping my girlfriend again, got it?”

She hiccups over her tears as the guy she likes walks off with you, who was still trying to grasp at what had just happened as he leads you to the hallway.

“Y-You’re match is on right now-”

“So?”

“You’re a regular! You need to be-”

“Shut up. I know exactly where I need to be right now.” Tsukishima snips, drying off the rest of the water as he kneels in front of you, a cup of hot tea from the vending machine warming your hands. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Kei...”

“I’m sorry.” It comes out rushed and distracted, but Tsukishima’s momentary pause of his movements made you think it was anything but. “They bothered you because of me, right?”

You nod slightly, biting the inside of your cheek before he flicks your temple, suddenly irritated.

“What a pain.”

“Why-?”

You gasp softly, hands tightening around your paper cup as he brushes his lips across your forehead, hand resting on your neck.

“Tell me when things happen.”

“Mm.”

“Don’t bottle it up inside. It’s annoying.”

“Mm.”

“And stop smiling like an idiot.”

“But you kissed me. You kissed me first.”

“I’ll leave you here.”

“No you won’t.”

Tsukishima groaned, tilting his head back to sigh heavily as his heart pounds in his ears. Quickly, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips that has your eyes as wide as saucers, tugging you out of your seated position while refusing to look back at you.

“You’re right,” You stare at his flushed neck, following closely behind him back to the tournament.

His hand tightens in yours ever so slightly-

“I’m never leaving you alone like that again. Understand? Or do I have to spell it out for you?”

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sie-rui · 3 years

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May you pls do Rindou,Ran and Izana where they are protective over their S/o if that’s okay.I just really love the three of them so I really want to see it and i don’t mind the pronouns.

❀ OVERPROTECTIVE | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 haitani rindou, haitani ran, kurokawa izana 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, hints of toxicity, overprotective boyfriends, established relationship, au -everyone lives / nobody dies, timeline: future, headcanon 📅 july 25, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, version: 01, 02

the boys are overprotective over you, their lover. you aren't too sure if it's the good kind or the bad one.

. . . HAITANI RINDOU

☆ Denies it. Denies it so badly that everyone just gives up on telling him.

☆ Rindou has this special sense of knowing what or who is bad for you and he isn’t afraid to tell you.

"That girl is a bitch. Don’t. Just don’t. And before you say anything- I’m not being protective or looking too much into it! I’m just sharing my opinion goddammit!"

☆ Fast to steer you away from someone he thinks will be a threat to you or your relationship with him.

☆ He really is taking zero shit from others.

☆ Rindou doesn’t like depending on you. He doesn’t like sharing his problems since he doesn’t want to trouble you.

☆ But he gets antsy when you don’t tell him anything since he worries that you’re biting more than you can chew.

☆ Will defend you against everyone, even against his own brother.

☆ Doesn’t say anything but his actions are very much obvious and you can easily tell that he wants to ask you something or he wants to know something.

☆ He won’t force you to change your mind but he’ll be sure to drop little hints here and there on why this is definitely a bad idea.

☆ Will sulk if you don’t heed his warnings.

☆ Though his tendency to be overprotective, Rindou will literally throw you off a cliff himself if you piss him off one more time.

. . . HAITANI RAN

☆ Ran will tell you that he’s not overprotective nor the jealous type but he’s a liar.

☆ Not only does he get jealous easily (man will pounce at anyone that tries to talk to you) but he gets protective as well.

☆ Ran is the type of guy who would hype you up if you wear some bold clothes but he has to be there with you.

"Go slay it, princess."

☆ He’s not letting you leave unless he can stand beside you, have an arm around your waist to show that you’re his.

☆ Ran will seriously fight anyone that tries to flirt with you. Consider them done for.

☆ Also the boyfriend that will tell you to message him if you got home safe.

☆ Better yet, he’ll walk you home himself. Even better, you’ll live together the moment you graduate high school.

☆ Teases you but also switches into a serious mood really easily when something comes up, cha cha real smooth.

☆ You and your safety is on his mind most of the time, just at the back of his head ready to act out when needed.

. . . KUROKAWA IZANA

☆ It’s not Izana is possessive- no! Not really!

☆ He’s just a little… afraid that someone would up and take you away from him and you won’t be able to do anything. Or maybe you’ll get kidnapped, or maybe you’ll hurt yourself, or maybe someone decides to attack you.

☆ Izana, despite being a little out of it, really loathes it when you’re in any sense of danger.

☆ Will call you to check up on you and will try to act casually, as if he wasn’t feeling so relieved that you still picked up or was at least lucid enough to.

☆ Izana regularly calls and messages you when you’re away or he is.

☆ Uses his own checkups with you to have his own checkup in making sure that you’re still on the right path. You always make sure to talk with him about his health every month and you might not notice it, but Izana is doing the same to you quietly.

☆ Won’t let you out when it’s dark and prefers going out himself instead if you need to get something from the store. Insists that you can just stay at home.

"No, no, no, just stay here. I had something to get anyway."

☆ A little more and you might actually get trapped inside the house for the rest of your life.

☆ Izana was never the overprotective type but whenever he looks at you, it just starts something in him. He won’t ever forgive himself if he loses you, especially after he almost lost Shinichiro a decade ago if Baji wasn’t fast enough to stop Kazutora.

☆ Izana’s overprotectiveness clearly shows and everyone unanimously agreed to never mention it even if it’s obvious.

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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The office husband

Imagine Nanami being your work husband...

-You guys typically walk into the building together, Nanami always being the one to say good morning first.

-Nanami likes wearing different ties to work everyday, and he would feel appreciative whenever you would compliment them because it meant you were paying close attention to him.

-Sometimes If Nanami is in the middle of working, you ease yourself towards his desk and make it your personal mission to annoy him. He’d act like you were disrupting his peace and as if you were making him lose focus for his task at hand, but deep down he actually enjoyed whenever you came over and paid him a visit.

-Nanami emails more than he texts and you realized this rather quickly when you kept noticing notifications spam your desktop for the simplest things. On most days Nanami kept it pretty cordial when delivering messages, but some days he’d slip up and email you just out of boredom.

- “Good Afternoon y/n, will you please bring me a coffee? Thank you.

-Nanami.”

- A snort would immediately leave your mouth once your eyes seen the email that he sent, and you would scoot your rolling chair closer to your desk so you could type on your keyboard.

-“Just text me like a normal person you psycho.” You’d email back and It wouldn’t be long before another ding would reach your ears.

- “That would be unprofessional, we are at work right now.” You rolled your eyes once you finished reading what he sent, but your eyes shifted along the screen to see that you got another email from him.

“Also, Creamer with no sugar. Thank you. -Nanami”

-How do you block someone on email?

-Nanami also believes in you very much. If you ever get assigned a big project or have to do a complicated task, he always gives you words of encouragement as well as a small pat on the back for you to keep giving it your best.

-Sometimes he’ll even proof-read the assignment that you finished and would forward it back to you in a timely manner with a lot of annotations and suggestions to make it better.

-Everyone in the office is lowkey jealous of your relationship. The dynamic may seem like you put more into the friendship, but in actuality, Nanami matches your energy. He is a true friend and cares a lot about you, and because this has become evident to many of your spectators in the office, your co-workers wish they had what the two of you have together.

-If you ever start jokingly calling him cheesy pet names such as “work husband” he would get annoyed at that and would either ignore you or he’d be like:

“Please address me as Nanami.”

-So many lunch dates together.

-You and Nanami have lunch with each other basically every day. Sometimes you guys sit in the employee lounge where Nanami will share the food that he brought from home with you, or you guys go to a restaurant nearby and get something from there. You tend to lag behind somedays and by the time you do finally arrive at the restaurant, Nanami would already have your food in his hand because he’s memorized the order you get every time you come there.

-You’re the talker and he’s basically the listener. Sometimes when you're in the copy room, you tell him all the office drama and Nanami pretends like he doesn’t want to hear your gossip, but he is secretly intrigued and living for all the tea that you’re spilling.

-If you ever happened to get chewed out by your boss or manager, Nanami would be staring from the corner of his eyes at the whole exchange and would be frowning at how they were speaking to you. He hated that they embarrassed and treated you in such a way, so when he felt that you had calmed down, he would check on you to make sure that you were okay.

-Branching off of that, If you are constantly being critiqued or If there’s people talking behind your back, Nanami is quick to put them in check. He has no problem calling out anyone that speaks ill of you, and he makes It clear that he doesn’t entertain those type of games, especially if it pertains to you.

-You can be very forgetful with things, so Nanami always brings backup items or covers for you just incase something managed to slip your mind that day.

-For example, If you forget to bring an umbrella, Nanami will stand beside you and put the one he brought over your head so the rain won’t fall on you. He’d then walk you to your car or the bus stop so you wouldn’t have to worry about getting wet, or if the weather gets too bad, he’d simply drive you home himself.

-There would be an instance where your company closes a big deal that will benefit them greatly and Nanami would be the cause of It. Everyone insists on throwing a party despite Nanami expressing that It really isn’t necessary, but he eventually gives in once he sees how excited you are for it.

-And when It’s time to commend Nanami, you go to the stage and give a very heartfelt speech about how hardworking Nanami Is to the company and how much you appreciate him. And for the first time since working there, Nanami has a large, genuine smile plastered across his face, and would raise his glass of champagne towards you once you’ve finished.

-He was glad to be your quote unquote, work husband.

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6lackfiction · 3 years

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A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does.

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

~~~

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koushisatori · 3 years

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if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani x you #seijoh x reader #aoba josai x reader #mad dog x reader #eeeeh i hope I didn't forget anything #tw jealousy #cw jealousy #????#y/n lowly humming the you kinda smell like a baka sound and he just </3 #deserved though

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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