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7ndipity · 3 months

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False Pretenses

fwb!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Just how fair does the ‘benefits’ aspect between Friends with Benefits actually extend? Based on this meme.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: crack to fluff, suggestive moments and ending, swearing, Jk has side by side washer/dryer units cause it’s funnier, reader’s referred to as ‘Ma’am’, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I hope you’ll still like it tho! (I’ll also be posting a couple more pieces with this pairing in the next couple weeks, so keep your eyes peeled if you liked this)

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It was the type of text you had gotten more than used to receiving from him over the past few months, smirking down at your phone as you waited for the elevator in his building.

“Need you so bad rn. Come over?❤”

The heart was a new addition, he must be feeling particularly needy today, you thought to yourself as the elevator doors finally opened.

Since the two of you had established this new part of your friendship, it was rare for you to go more than four or five days without receiving some variation of the same short message from him.

You were still slightly surprised by his text, seeing as you had only been over the night before, but you weren’t complaining by any means. Though you may have enjoyed pretending that Jungkook was the needier one in your arrangement, if you were completely honest, you were just as affected by him, finding yourself missing him on the nights you didn’t spend together.

When he opened the door, you noticed he looked a little more disheveled than usual, his hair sticking up all over the place, as if he’d been running his hands through it, a habit you knew he did when he was stressed.

“You got here fast.” He noted, letting you into the apartment.

“Well, your text made it sound kinda urgent, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long.” You said, wandering through into the living room, slowing to a stop as you caught sight of the chaotic state of the space, cleaning supplies and laundry scattered around, furniture moved all out of place.

“What happened in here?” You asked, turning back to Jungkook, who was now avoiding your eyes. “Koo?”

“I lied, I didn’t want sex.” He said guiltily, looking up at you. “I need you to help me clean.”

“I-, what?” You blinked at him, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He slumped back against the counter, looking stressed as he ran his hand through his hair again. ”My parents decided to surprise me by announcing they’re coming to visit tomorrow, but I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got home from tour last week, so the house is a fucking mess and everything’s a disaster and I need help, please.” He pleaded, staring at you.

You immediately began pulling your coat back on, turning back towards the door. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Y/n, please!” He quickly followed after you, catching your sleeve. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll buy you dinner, I’ll rub your back, I’ll even let you pick what we watch for a month!”

You paused, turning to look back at him with a raised brow. “Even if I want to re-watch ‘Our Beloved Summer’ for a third time?”

He bit lip, trying to fight back a pained grimace before nodding slowly. “Whatever you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly, caving as you saw the genuine desperation in his eyes. You could never say no to him.

“Thank you!” He sang, catching you in a tight hug and spinning you around in a circle. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” You grumbled as he set you back on your feet. “Where do we start?”

“Laundry room?” He offered. “It’s mostly done, I just need to vacuum behind the machines.”

Do you really think your mom’s gonna look back there?” You raised a brow, following him down the hall.

“She’s very thorough.” He said seriously.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “I don’t quite see why I’m necessary for this part though?”

“I was afraid if I tried to clean back there by myself, I’d slip and get stuck or die.”

“So you want me to slip and die behind your washer instead?” You shot him an accusatory look.

“No! I’ll hold onto you and keep you safe,” He smiled reassuringly. “You know, like the buddy system.”

“I thought the buddy system was for camping so you didn’t get lost or eaten by bears?”

“It’s a multi-purpose system!” He said, his earlier agitation starting to flare up again at your teasing. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, pass me the vacuum.” You relented, boosting yourself up on top of the dryer.

He held onto your hips to keep you balanced as you cleaned, his mind beginning to wander as he stared at your ass, his fingers starting to slowly knead your flesh absent-mindedly.

“Koo.” You warned, shooting him a quick look.

“Right, sorry.” He snapped back to attention, ceasing his movements and focusing back on the task at hand.

You finished up quickly, passing the vacuum attachment back to him and letting him help you down.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You answered, looking around expectantly. “What’s next?”

The apartment wasn’t nearly as bad of a mess as he claimed it to be, but it still took both of you several hours of work to get everything back in order, finishing off with laundry and changing all the bedding.

“Why are these sticky?!” You asked, mildly horrified as you helped him strip the sheets off his bed.

“Relax, it’s just caramel sauce.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “We didn’t use-?”

“No no, that was just me,” He explained quickly. “I had ice cream last night.”

“Without me?!” You said, clutching your chest in feign hurt, making him roll his eyes as he let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll add that to the list of things I need to make up for, okay?” He said.

“Eh, it’s better than where my mind went.” You said, only half joking as you grabbed the fresh sheets from him and turned back to the bed. “Almost thought you were fucking around behind my back for a second there.”

Facing away from him, you missed the way his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at you. “I would never.”

It was strange, despite the supposedly ‘casual’ nature of your arrangement, you both found yourselves making little comments like that, words and exchanges that sounded a lot more like things said between a committed couple, rather than just two friends helping each other out till you found something more serious.

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You had finished making up the bed, even turning down the covers for him.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Probably called Hobi.” You smirked, making him snort.

“Now, you promised me food, and if you lie to me twice in the same day, I’m dumping your ass.” You said, earning another laugh from him.

“Alright, whatever you want, just like I said.” He said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Although, if you wanted, I could make up for my false pretenses from earlier in a different way?” He offered, eyes darkening slightly as his hands drifted over your hips

You lightly shoved his hands away. “Not a chance, Loverboy, I’m way too tired now. You’ll have to try and ‘make it up to me’ some other time.”

“How about tomorrow?” He said, eyes twinkling mischievously, looping his arms around your waist instead to keep you close.

“I thought your parents were coming over tomorrow?” You reminded, raising a brow at him.

“You could come over after.” He suggested. “Hell, you could even come to dinner with us, my parents like getting to meet my friends.”

“Friends?” You looked up at him skeptically.

“Yeah, what?” He laughed, squeezing you lightly.

“Do you let your other friends suck your di-?”

“They don’t need to know the details of our relationship!” He said quickly, his face flushing slightly, making you snicker. “You’re still my friend, one of my best friends actually.” He added, in a soft tone.

The way he said it made your heart twist in a weird way, though you didn’t quite understand why.

“So?” He asked, staring down at you hopefully. “Will you come?”

You chewed your lip, considering. It felt like a really big commitment to meet his family, regardless of what your relationship was, but you tell it would mean a lot to him if you said yes.

“I’ll think about it.” You said finally.

He beamed.

“Thank you!” He said, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering longer this time, tracing over yours lightly, making you shiver.

You pressed closer to him, hooking your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue delve into his mouth as his hands grip on your waist tightened.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he stared down at you, breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, your breaths equally unsteady.

“But I thought you said-?”

“I changed my mind.” You cut him off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “Shirt off, now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's habits they get from dating you

warnings: ooc chishiya, mentions of blood, not exactly canon divergent but i kinda expanded on canon (??), kuina's mom being sick

a/n: most of these probably should've been full fics but i want to write more reactions so here we are

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

word count 411 jack of hearts chishiya >>>

playing with your hands

you pull the chair back, sliding into the seat next to chishiya. he’s sure to sit between you and niragi, leaning back in the seat. arisu stands awkwardly at the edge of the room. his gaze remains focused on the only person he’s seen before - chishiya.

chishiya raises his hand, waving at him similarly to the way he did in ‘tag.’ ann, mira, and kuzuryu sit on the other side of the table. aguni shifts across from kuzuryu, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. finally, hatter stands at the head of the table. he dramatically raises his arms.

“welcome beach executives,” he bellows before glancing over at arisu. “and potential executive.” he sighs, pushing his hair back and sitting down in the chair. “we are here to debate whether or not a new executive should be instated.”

next to you, chishiya subtly pulls his left hand from his pocket, reaching over to grab yours. it’s not an uncommon reaction, especially since you’ve become more comfortable in your relationship. he almost does it unconsciously as he casually intertwines your fingers together before stuffing your hands back into his pocket.

the meeting drones on around you. their voices all blend together as you impatiently wait for the meeting to conclude. after a few minutes of arguing, hatter stands once again. “it’s decided. arisu will be tested, and if he passes, the beach will gain a new executive. this meeting is concluded.” he walks to the door before glancing over his shoulder. “arisu, i’d like to speak to you more. do join me.”

you ignore arisu’s nervous look as you follow chishiya out of the room. both of you slip through the various different passageways further into the beach. he leads you to his makeshift workshop, only letting go of your hand to begin working on yet another kerosene bomb.

you lean back against the table as you watch him tinker away. once complete, he slowly feeds the mess of wires into the metal soda can. he passes it to you, hands holding yours for a second longer than necessary. you smile, setting it aside on the table. “you always do that.”

chishiya raises an eyebrow. “do what?”

“hold my hand.” he doesn’t react, instead looking away as he glances for another can. but the light flush on his ears is enough confirmation for you. he’s always searching for you, even when you’re standing right next to him.

always thinking of you

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the rest of the players crowd around into groups, forming little cliques. they nervously glance around at the other players when they aren’t taking turns turning around and exposing their symbol, relying on the trust of the group to be truthful.

you observe them from your place at a table in the cafeteria, silently watching. this is nothing new for chishiya - picking up on the little details about people is how he’s been able to survive in the borderland for so long. but as the games become increasingly difficult and your situation becomes more dire, you find yourself replicating his mannerisms.

chishiya glances over his shoulder at you momentarily before refocusing on the wall of snacks before him. it’s all junk food, but junk is better than nothing. you probably won’t be able to eat much while trying to complete the rest of the games and avoiding the king of spades, he reasons.

a woman stands at the edge of the shelves, watching him. he reaches out to grab a packet of cookies, opening the bag and taking a bite of one. he glances over at her before nonchalantly raising the packet. “you should try them,” he says. “they’re the best ones.” the woman doesn’t respond. instead, she simply slips back behind the shelf to where her group is.

despite chishiya’s insistence about his personal choice being the best cookies, he pauses when something catches his eye. this bag is a deep blue. it’s wrapped in plastic instead of the paper he holds against his chest. they’re vanilla. from the look alone he can tell that he won’t enjoy the artificial sweetness, but something makes him take a packet before he goes to find you. they’re your favorite.

chishiya silently sits down next to you, placing his packet of cookies on the seat beside him. you subtly move closer so your shoulders brush, leaning over to see what he picked. “i didn’t take you for the cookie type.”

“it’s good to know i can still surprise you, then.” his initial hesitance of which snack to choose immediately disappears as your face lights up when he slides the blue packet to you.

“i didn’t know they had these!” chishiya is unable to fully suppress his smile, allowing his lips to curl upwards slightly. “thank you.”

“i thought you would like them.”

“you know me so well,” you hum, opening the packet before holding out one for him. “want one?”

chishiya was right when he thought that he wouldn’t enjoy the artificial taste of the vanilla. but when you smile up at him, happily eating another, he realizes he’d be content to eat overly sweet cookies for the rest of his life - as long as it’s with you.

‧₊˚✩ arisu

constantly talking about you (pre-borderland au)

word count 425

“hey, check this out!” chota takes a packet of ramen from the shelf, holding it up. arisu squints, stepping forwards to read the words. the packaging is pink, decorated with a picture of the noodles and… strawberry?

karube reaches out to grab it, reading the words. “strawberry shortcake ramen?” he reads, raising an eyebrow at chota. “seriously?”

“why not?” chota shrugs, returning to look through the various options.

“sure, man,” karube chuckles. “whatever you want.”

arisu smiles, shaking his head. he picks out a bowl of instant ramen, tucking it in between his arm and holding it against his chest to cook later. from the corner of his eye, a different packet catches his eye. it’s spicy - spicier than he would normally eat. but it’s perfect for you. he doesn’t realize the small smile unconsciously spreading across his face as he imagines the scene.

going home to you after a day spent with chota and karube, pulling out the noodles, dancing around the kitchen together as you let them overcook on the stove, you teasing him as he tries to eat them and then has to desperately drink milk to soothe his burning mouth.

he’s brought back to reality when karube places a hand on his shoulder. he leans in with a raised eyebrow, kneeling down to be eye level with him. “are you crazy?” he teases, gesturing to the packet in arisu’s hand. “we all know you can’t eat that.”

“y/n will like it,” he says. he doesn’t notice the shared glance between chota and karube.

“wow, man, you’re whipped.” chota comments.

“seriously, i didn’t think it would get worse than that time he left in the middle of a match because y/n wanted to cuddle,” karube laughs.

arisu purses his lips, unable to deny their teasing. he knows he’s whipped, or a simp, or a dumb lovestruck fool, or whatever else people want to call him - but he doesn’t care. going home to you, kissing under your kitchen lights, falling asleep to a bad sitcom wrapped in your arms, it’s all worth it.

so instead of denying it or putting the ramen back, he lets them joke as he follows them to the register. he pays extra for the second packet before rejoining karube and chota by the window of the convenience store. “hey,” karube leans over to pat his shoulder. “in all seriousness, we’re glad you found someone like y/n. we’re proud of you.”

arisu smiles, refocusing on the bowl of instant ramen in front of him. “thank you.”

trusts you with his life

word count 701 got a little carried away whoops

usagi’s hand stays firmly on the boy’s shoulder, subtly standing in front of him. “don’t worry,” she whispers when she kneels down next to him. “i’ll protect you.” he nods a little before she stands up.

“we need to go,” you whisper. arisu nods, grabbing your hand as you follow usagi through the structure and up the stairs. other players chasing each other echo along the metal. arisu’s grip on your hand remains tight. he’s nervous- you can tell. he glances at you every now and then, pulling you through the different structures.

“queen’s turn ends. player’s turn begins.” the announcement chimes. you pant, leaning back against the metal. arisu never lets go of your hand, leaning down on his knees to catch his breath.

“we need to find the other players,” usagi says. “if we can convince them to help us then we can win this.” you nod, squeezing arisu’s hand. “let’s split up. we’ll find more people that way.”

“meet back here at every round.” arisu says. you note the area, before forcing yourself up, running off in search of the other players.

arisu curses as you follow him up the winding metal structures. it’s a dead end.you look down over the edge, and then over his shoulder. a chain hangs down from somewhere above. “you need to grab onto that chain,” you point. arisu looks at what you’re pointing at before looking back at you.

“are you crazy?”

“look, there’s nowhere else to go!” he seems unconvinced, looking down at the ground below. you reach over to hold his face in your hands, turning him to face you. “do you trust me?”

arisu nods immediately. “of course i do.”

“then i need you to grab onto the chain and swing. i’ll catch you, i promise.” he glances back at the chain before nodding.

“okay.”

the queen catches up to you seconds later, smirking as she pants. “looks like your luck has finally run out.” you push arisu behind you, standing between them.

“i wouldn’t call it luck.” she narrows her eyes at you, stepping closer. “arisu, now!”

he jumps off of the edge of the structure, grabbing onto the chain. you push the queen away, putting distance between yourself and her. you grab arisu when he swings back, helping him down from the chain as you begin running again.

once you’re sure you’ve lost the queen in the maze of her game, you give yourself a few minutes to relax. arisu leans back against the wall, panting. “thank you,” he whispers. you reach over to grab his hand, nodding.

you lean back against the metal railing for support. “this is the final round for the players,” the announcement chimes. “after this round, the game will end.” a man wearing a bike helmet nods at you before running off towards the left. you take his cue to go right, running to the area where you agreed to meet up with arisu and usagi, finding them already there. usagi pats your shoulder as you lean up to look up at arisu.

“there’s only two more players on the queen’s team,” she pants. “we can do this.” you nod, running through in search of any other players. you press the button on a man’s back, sending him to the ground from the shock. “sorry,” you whisper, kneeling down next to him to make sure he’s okay. you lean over the edge of the structure again, reading the scoreboard. 19 players vs. 01 queen. you let out a relieved sigh, making your way over to the area where you first entered the game.

a few other players are already there, standing around and watching the time tick down. the boy rushes over to your side, standing next to you. you place a hand on his shoulder, watching the timer. “it’ll be okay,” you whisper. he nods, eyes glued to the screen.

arisu rushes over to your side, quickly followed by usagi. he immediately pulls you into a quick hug. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close to you. “y/n,” he sighs. “i’m glad you’re okay.”

“me too,” you pant. he presses a quick kiss against your temple.

‧₊˚✩ kuina

doing everything for two

kuina sets the pot over the makeshift stove she created, using the fire to heat the water. a box of noodles sits beside her as she waits for it to boil. the store is almost eerily quiet, the flickering overhead lights being the only other source of noise.

word count 532 there are literally NO kuina gifs and it makes me so sad ://

she pulls her knees up to her chest as she waits. when the water becomes uninteresting, she finds herself staring at the picture she took from the wall of her mother’s hospital room. she remembers that day clearly, valuing it as one of the most important moments of her life. she was younger when her mother had first been diagnosed. she nervously clutched the straps of her bag as the nurse guided her to the room, leaving them alone in the room. she remembers how her mother had gasped, eyes welling with tears before she wrapped her into a hug for the first time in years, whispering about how she was a beautiful young woman.

kuina remembers calling you in her car immediately afterwards, happy tears rolling down her cheeks. she remembers the excitement in your voice as she told you the good news and the taste of the noodles you surprised her with when she arrived home. that was the night she fell in love with you.

she sighs, refocusing on the pot of water. it’s boiling now. she slowly pours the noodles in, stirring them around with a pair of wooden chopsticks she found in the hospital’s cafeteria. it’s only once they finish cooking and she fishes them out of the pot that she realizes she has too much food just for herself. she made enough for two. enough for you.

she curses the tears that build in her eyes. the hope of you being alive fades with each day, let alone being able to find you. a noise at the doors of the store startles her. her body stiffens, anxiously peeking behind a shelf to see who’s there.

the breath escapes her lungs when she does. bloodied, dirty, and standing on shaky knees, you stand there. you lean against the wall to catch your breath. kuina clambers to her feet, rushing over to you. “y/n?”

your eyes blink open at the mention of your name. your voice is breathless when you speak. “kuina?”

she runs to you, wrapping you into a hug. you’re quick to reciprocate, hiding your face into her shoulder. “i was so worried about you,” she whispers, pulling away enough to brush the hair out of your face. “how did you find me?”

“i figured you would go to the hospital. when you weren’t there, i thought i would check the grocery store next.” kuina doesn’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks until your hand brushes one away. “don’t cry, baby, i’m here.”

she smiles through the tears, nodding. “are you hurt?”

you shake your head. “i’m alright.”

kuina traces her hand along your jawline. she can’t wait any longer, pressing her lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you smile when she pulls away. “i made food. it’s your favorite.”

you press another peck against her lips, pulling her a little closer again. “thank you.”

always touching you

“hi,” you smile, lowering your head into a quick bow. they’re quick to reciprocate. “i’m l/n y/n.”

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“y/n,” kuina smiles, reaching out to grab your hand as you sit down beside her. there are two people sitting on the beach chair across from her. you recognize them as being the beach’s newest recruits.

“usagi yazuha,” the woman smiles. her hair is short, cut into a chin length bob. her forehead bangs frame her face nicely. she’s wearing a peach jacket and black biker shorts.

“arisu ryoehi.” his hair is longer than hers. he’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue swim trunks. they both look uncomfortable surrounded by the frenzy of drunk beach members.

“don’t worry,” kuina chuckles. “we don’t bite. there are drinks pretty much everywhere, and drugs, if you’re into that.”

“which games have you played?” you ask.

they detail how they first met during tag before meeting up again in a club game. kuina grows even closer to you through the course of the night as you laugh and joke around with your newfound friends. her arm interlinks with yours, body leaning into your side.

in the mix of shared drinks and laughter, she eventually ends up on your lap. you wrap your arm around her waist, both to hold her up as she leans against you and to keep her warm. you’re all too familiar of how cold the beach gets during the night, especially when your girlfriend is only wearing a bikini.

the night continues on, party raging around you. usagi had decided to find a room in the hotel once the ocean breeze became less of a slight annoyance and more of an unrelenting wind. the night continues to blur as kuina and arisu continue drinking and joking around together.

“you two are cute together,” arisu’s words slur together as he smiles at you. kuina reciprocates, taking another small sip of her beer.

“so are you two,” she smiles.

“ah, we’re not dating,” he sighs.

“really?” she cocks her head at him. “you should ask her out. she totally likes you!”

arisu nods to himself, contemplating. “maybe i will.”

“babe,” you whisper, running your hand against her side. “it’s getting late. we should head to bed.”

“you’re right,” she hums, finishing off the rest of her beer.

“i should probably get some sleep too.” arisu nods.

“the rooms are all unlocked. just pick one that’s empty. we don’t really keep track of room numbers or anything.” kuina wraps her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your chest.

“thanks,” arisu smiles. “it was nice meeting you guys.”

“you too!” kuina clings to you as you lift her body, carrying her away from the pool and into your shared room. you use your elbow to open the door before setting her body down on the bed. you set a bottle of water on the table beside her and prepare a trash can just in case before sliding underneath the covers beside her. “i love you,” she smiles, moving to lay on your chest. you pull the blanket up over her body, rubbing your hand against her back.

“i love you too.”

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luffyvace · 4 months

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STRAW HAT HEADCANONS

YUP YUP

as a thx for being patient for me not posting all day-

you get the whole crew!! :)

(some of these are based off true stories i’ve heard of from my friends 😭🧍‍♀️)

Luffy

never a peaceful day goes by

hes the type of guy that has to make noise if it’s “too silent”

like bro can’t we get some peace and quiet??

thrives in chaos

his eye to hand coordination is on point bc this man doesn’t think before he does ANYTHING

steals things from his crew even

if he sees something he likes he just takes it

he goes into the bathroom, puts boogers on the tissue then leaves

doesn’t even take it off or flush it

the next person who has to use that bathroom is mortified

when nami finds out and holds a whole meeting to find out who did this terrible act of crime

they find out it’s him he just laughs

per usual

stop this madness.

(he doesn’t)

Zoro

also a menace

not as straightforward with it though

its more like if he gets water everywhere when washing his hands

or spills his drink when pouring it

or pee all over the toilet

he’s kinda like oh whoops

(for future reference- my apologies for who ever you simp for here bc these headcanons don’t hold back)

anyway

sometimes he doesn’t shower after he trains

and just walks in the kitchen full body REEKING 😭😭😭

seriously dude take a shower

”i’ll cool off eventually”

THAT AINT GONNA GET RID OF THE STENCH

it makes me doubt he changes his underwear often enough

he leaves empty water bottles everywhere

it’s worse in the crows nest trust

Nami

thankfully this poor victim isn’t nearly as much as a menace

as long as you pay your beli

is genuinely willing to wait as long as it takes to get that money

and if you die she’s taking your life insurance

if your a pirate and have none she probably just takes whatever money and belongings you own

if it’s gems she’ll keep them but otherwise

she sells your clothes and other stuff that’s not worth much

smells like flowers

yes i said it

every time she comes out the shower something chaotic has happened

ah what a refreshing shower..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUFFY UPSET ANOTHER GOD 😱

😡✊ 🤣 💥 😓 😑

you can guess what happened

Usopp

his luck heavily fluctuates

sometimes he can get away with stealing. from. nami.

wow.

to other times getting blamed for farting

by luffy

and no one likes that feeling

has a better fashion sense but just chooses to dress how he does

no reason really

he can do hair and paint nails

nail painting he learned from kaya

would love horse back riding if he tried

he would suck at first tho

likes little children but they always end up beating him up for some reason

‘his cooking isn’t that good!’

‘let’s jump him!’

‘yeah!!’

besides the usopp pirates—they just do

Sanji

he could pull if he just stopped simping so hard

opla sanji is proof

his favorite thing to cook is spicy foods

him and chopper bond over spices bc some are good for your health and all

chopper sometimes recommends new herbs to put in foods

and vice versa for medicine

he helps chopper shop for herbs and such

if zoro wasn’t his big brother it was def be sanji

i love this duo it need more screen time

Sanji is a natural with children

which is why i wanna know why he ain’t wifed up yet?!

still hasn’t had his first kiss

prob would’ve genuinely married pudding if she was regular girl or at least not a big mom pirate

Chopper

sweetest person ever

looks up to all the straw hats

so he picks up bad habits from them

and is influenced by them easily

they use him as a tie breaker for stuff

they all bribe him to picking they’re option

usually robin, nami, sanji or zoro wins

robin bc she uses her psychological knowledge

nami bc she offers to buy his doctor stuff (which is rare)

sanji bc they have a close bond and relate to each other

and zoro bc they’re bond too (and bc he scares him sometimes- like that time in water 7)

asks people to help him with his doctor research

everyone was willing until the time usopp had diarrhea

then he could only convince luffy to do it 😭

Robin♥︎

her stare scares the rest of the straw hats

if it’s not a genuine smile and more like a distant stare that is

shes always observing and watching

theres no hiding secrets from her

she’s knows all

she actually reminds me of a friend i had irl and idk how to feel abt it

she wasn’t a bad person

she was just

just like robin 🧍‍♀️

anyway

i wonder if robin would read stephen king?

she would prob big up the book

only for them to find out it’s pretty dark

she prefers tea over coffee any day

its healthier w more health benefits

it just suits her taste pallet more

plus it doesn’t stain your teeth yellow n stuff..

Franky

SO LOUD

the second he gets up-

SUPERRRRRRR

its kinda annoying

he doesn’t care much if you don’t like it

Luffy is louder ok

your fine

wants robin to think he’s cool

if you don’t get something he said he doesn’t feel like repeating himself

either leaves out more details the more he explains it

or stares at you until you get it

constantly requesting american food for dinner

he doesn’t mind noodles and other around the world dishes

but can he get some pizza??

is that too much??

actually such a kind and considerate person

can relate to sanji on his kindness and empathy being his superpower

♡♡BROOK♡♡

needs so much more attention

the only one who still laughs at his skull jokes are luffy and chopper

sometimes usopp if it was a good one

loves to exchange books with robin but..

sometimes they’re a bit scary

(dude your a skeleton…YOUR SCARY-)

robin listens to him well bc he has a wealth of knowledge

he is 90 after all

maybe brook gets his clothes tailored??( bc who makes clothes so skinny a skeleton could fit them?!)

can play instruments no ones ever even HEARD OF before

randomly re-realizes his generation of people is dead

like now he has to accommodate with the youngsters 😭

i mean people in one piece live pretty long

but still they’re not out here kickin it n allike they used to

like rayliegh-

except he’s younger-

way younger-

ok so maybe whitebeard

but he was still jukin-

IDK MAN

one piece people are weird..

JINBEI

idk much about him especially but imma try

he’s so cool

he can prob cook really well

has very good survival and leader skills

plus instincts

wait how old is he??

looked it up he’s 46

so he’s the 2nd oldest

technically would be first if brook wasn’t a moving pile of bones

yohohoho!

my apologies your right this is jinbei.

i feel like he can dance

like he knows traditional dances of all sorts

i mean he could travel under water pretty fast

he should be able to visit different places right?

besides, he was a warlord

of course he did!

i feel he wouldn’t be a simp

as in for boa specifically

like he’s like i got too much going on to simp over some youngster

ik he ain’t real old or anything

but my dude a grown man

bro ain’t got time

he’s too busy being himothy

i feel he’d like poems

jinbei’s was like the most serious one. and that was still all over the place itself-

i take it back probably chopper or robin

this was fun but it took so long. it’s ok u guys enjoy :). i’m off to watch some anime 🏃‍♀️

oh my GOODNESS. so many tags 🤓

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kawaii-butt-crust-core · 6 months

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Random HB headcanons / thoughts I guess

(tw for some sexual mentions and cursing )

Mammon fucking HATES jingle bell rock

Asmodeus sending fizz "send this to someone you love!" Type of videos and fizz sends shit like this

Just the thought that asmodeus ( the embodiment of lust ) believes love is not love without consent is honestly a great detail

Also thinking about how fizzarolli has eyebags

Millie can use a bow and arrowwwww

I think the human versions of blitzø and his family are indigenous, idk the nose and the skin tone, it might be a long shot but I like the idea yk

Also love seeing indigenous characters

Stolas loving outer space that's canon right

Imagine him as a kid just reading a shit ton of books about space and in any occurrence it's brought up now you know how the universe is going to end

Blitzø: I just need space-

Stolas: SPACE???????

I think after Octavia gets out of her super angsty teenager phase ( do not come after me I know it's more than an angsty "mom leave me alone I wanna be famous" thing, I'm kidding ) she would really like indie music

Like indie rock if that makes any sense

" with ♥️ from Ozzie " ON EVERYTHING OZ GIVES FIZZ URGAJF

I'm sorry but there neeeeeddsss to be more Millie appreciation

I kinda wish there was an episode that centers around her yk ?

Do you think imps nipples are white too like scars and freckles or am I weird

Ozzie posting on everything " YES THE RUMORS ARE TRUE THIS IS MY FUCKING SOULMATE" because for some reason there was a lot of controversy and debate if it was real or not

Then next to it it's a picture of him and fizz

People were PISSED

I thought mamom was played by bluey's dad bandit if I'm being completely honest I'm so sorry

Millie is spider man moxxie is hello kitty

Stella likes soup. What is she eating now? Oh some fucking soup. What's wrong with her icecub- SHE FROZE THE SOUP TO MAKE ICE CUBES-

Loona has a very bad picking at her skin habit, not really with her face but with her legs and arms ( human form obviously )

I LOVE HOW MUCH BLITZØ LOVES LOONA IM SORRYYYY

Fizz posting " FUCK ALL OF YOU" on all of his socials , deleting everything ( especially the sexually explicit things )

I think being a part of the circus is equivalent to trailer trash in hell

I mean look at em

I love it

Human form Ozzie would have THE MOST luscious hair ever

This image just says so much about them as a pair it kills me

The way the animators just go above and beyond is just amazing to me

How did fizzarolli get the 2 minutes notice thing planned so quickly...........

" IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪 IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪🤞🏼"

Fizz over sharing as a teenager ( not projecting )

THAT ONE SCENW QITH STOLAS MOVING STELLAS HAND LITERALLY MADE MY FUCKING JAW DROP HOLY SHIT

HES LITERALLY TAKING BACK HIS LIFE

fizz really thought in "oops!" That he wasn't gonna make it out of the fire again

Like bro just put his knees to his chest and CRIED

IDK RHATS SK SAD TO MEEEE

Speaking of fizz how did that mark in the next episode get there? What was that? Idk if it was maybe a bruise from.. something.. I don't wanna say it was from mamon because that would defeat the purpose of his character being EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE and that emotional abuse is still abuse, but idk some people said it might be because of him?

Can you tell I'm obsessed with fizzarolli

The sexual harassment rep.... People who have experienced sh usually think "it's not as bad as *other s3xual trauma* so I'm just being dramatic" ( I say this from experience ) but it ABSOLUTELY IS AND SHOULD BE RECOGNIZED. It's still something you're not comfortable with. Fizz brushing it off as "oh well they're just fans who express their love differently!" Should not have been taught to him.

I'm not slightly projecting again. Nuh uh

Ozzie can play saxophone. He just gives me the vibe.

MILLIE CANNOTTTT KEEP A PLANT ALIVE FOR SHIT BRO

MOXXIE?? UH MAYBE A MONTH. 2 MAX. MILLIE? ITS DEAD WITHIN A DAY.

Loona: I AM NOT PUTTING THAT ON

blitzø: JUST ONE FUCKING FAMILY PICTURE LOONA-

Beezlebubs design just screams if kesha. Even if they didn't mean to.

Millie getting stuck in trees as a kid and being too scared to get down

Was Barbies real name barbie or is that a nickname? Or was it for the sake of the circus ( like blitzøs name being .. well blitzø )

Millie name is short for Amelia maybe? People used to call her Lia but she hated it so much she started writing her nickname Millie on everything.

People saying they hated / thought the stolas human design could've been better can go FUCK themselves HONESTLY

Blitzø and fizzs as teenagers going to their town center and being like "?????? Why is everything so FANCY it's AMAZING"

Octavia can't handle spicy things for SHIT

Look at their British asses

They cough at smelling PEPPER

Stolas just randomly texting Octavia "you're so beautiful darling! Have a nice day <3 -your dad" or "don't forget to eat! -your dad" ( he texts like that IDC )

FUCK STELLA ME AND MY HOES HATE THAT BITCH

Octavia writes poetry! It's actually really good

Okay so I have this headcanon that in the HELLUVA BOSS universe that songs like contoursionist, toxic ( by ashnikko ), tunnel vision and agorah hills, NYMPHOLOGY, and he has this "one last show" thing where he preforms these songs and HE IS SCREAMING SOME OF HIS OWN SONGS

But that would also defeat his character development so I'll just imagine him singing this songs in the car or smth

Mamon having to do some toxic gossip train shit

I WANMA SAY OZZIE HAS TWO OLDER SISTERS BUT IDK IF THAT WOULD WORKKKKK

Millie kills the spider.

I think that may be all okay byeeee

#helluva boss #blitzø #fizzarolli #asmodeus #Ozzie #stolas #millie #moxxie #loona #stella #Octavia #mamon #mammon

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glystenangel · 2 years

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Drunk Call

Sub!Choso X Dom&Afab!Reader (Modern AU)

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, Choso's drunk (obvs), praise, slight d/s, not really phone sex but dirty talk on the phone, begging, teasing, oral sex mention, spit mention, bf/gf shit that's lowkey wholesome at the start bc i can't resist, yall are in LOVE love it's sickening

summary: choso gives you a drunk call, and you listen to what he has to say

~1k

thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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Tonight, Choso is out drinking with his brothers.

That means he’s either driving them all home or getting absolutely shitfaced with them. It depends on if he has any sense of responsibility tonight.

As his long time girlfriend, you’re used to this monthly outing.

Sometimes, you even look forward to it.

Because whenever Choso gets wasted, you’re the first person he calls when he gets home at 2am, and the first person in his bed after he hangs up.

His drunk calls are your favorite, as your reserved boyfriend completely loses his filter and spills out every thought he’s had about you since you last saw each other.

When you get his call tonight, it’s no different.

“Hello?” You sleepily call out, pressing your phone to your cheek.

“Babyyyy.” He slurs joyfully, as if he didn’t think you would pick up.

You lightly shake your head with a laugh, you always picked up.

“Hi, babe.” The greeting sweetly leaves you as you sit up in bed, sweeping the plush covers off.

“I miss you, baby.” Choso’s voice is low and soft, and the velvety emphasis he infuses your pet name with makes your heart race.

“I miss you too. How was hanging out with your little brothers? Are you still drunk?” You ask, stepping down from your bed and standing to search for a glass of cooling water. The floor is cold, and you follow the faint light emanating from the cracks in your fridge door to enter the kitchen.

“I’m kinda buzzed, sobering up- But it was so fun. I fucking love those kids.” He draws out every other word, and it makes you giggle.

You can vividly imagine him laying back on his bed, his tall form half dressed and him tiredly yanking off the shoelaces of his heavy black boots and then surely, his hair ties. It was a habit of his to sleep with his hair down, no matter how tired he was. Whenever you slept over, you would wake up to the inky strands tickling the back of your neck before you turned to sweep the hair out of his handsome face, kissing along his defined jawline until he was awake enough to kiss you back.

The thought brings a contented feeling over you as you refocus on what Choso said, “Did you tell them I said hi?”

“‘Course. They miss you, we should all do something together soon. My mom wants to see you too.”

The sentiment lifts the corners of your mouth, “Aww, we definitely should. I’d love that, maybe we can do dinner next week. I’ll call her.”

The smile on Choso’s face is obvious as he speaks, “I love you so much. Fucking angel.”

“I love you too.” You readily answer, heart melting as the phone static adorns your affectionate words.

There’s a fuzzy stillness, and then you can hear Choso sigh into his phone.

“God, I miss you.”

You tuck your phone between your shoulder and ear as your hands distractedly grope the gray darkness to grab a cup and the water pitcher, “Yeah?”

“Yeah…I love you. Wanna see you.” You hear shuffling on the other side of the line, and then he quietly adds, “Want it so bad.”

At that, you immediately set everything down. You hold your phone against your ear and lean your hip against the counter, straining to hear more.

“Hm? What is it babe?” You want more, and your dear, considerate boyfriend knows it.

A shaky breath brushes across his speaker, “I really miss you, baby. Miss your cute little moans in my ear and your cum on my tongue.”

As he talks, you can hear the syllables click louder in his mouth from the saliva wetting the underside of his tongue. The lewd desperation in his throat shouldn’t make you this happy, but it does.

Before you can even reply, Choso lets out a groan.

“Need it. Please, baby.”

Even as pathetic lust drips from his plea, you find him adorable.

“You’re so cute and good, begging like that. Go on.” The tone of your tease is playful, but Choso immediately complies with your instruction.

“If you gave me the chance, I’d eat you out all night long. Anything to make you feel good.”

The admission drives heat between your legs, and you can’t help but remember how much you love his obedient little tongue breathlessly lapping at your fluid covered folds, how he gratefully sucks on your juices with closed eyes to savor how good you taste. You know he isn’t lying, because he’s done it before. Countless times.

“Babe…” A worked up whine escapes your lips, and Choso seems to know he’s almost convinced you. Not that you were ever one to deny him, especially when he falls into such an exasperated state.

“I mean it. Wanna kiss you, wanna fuck you already. Just want you here with me, baby.” The strain he feels is hardly hidden, and you can practically see him raking a hand over his face, resisting touching his hardness because he only wants you there to touch him.

“Hold on, babe.” You walk back to your room, pulling unbiasedly at clothes hangers and donning the thickest jacket that comes off to protect yourself from the biting chill of the early morning air.

A grumble leaves him, “Maybe I’ll just come over. I can call an Uber.”

The idea of him attempting to go anywhere while inebriated, however slight, doesn’t sit right with you, “No- Don’t, I’ll come over. Stay right there for me, okay?”

A long pause fills the line.

“You know I like when you tell me what to do.”

Wanton need coats his voice, and you bite your lip at the raspy sound of it. You would do whatever he liked, whenever he liked. Forever, or at the very least, until the next morning.

“I’ll be there in 10.” You finally say, picking up your keys and purse as you make your way to the front door.

“Stay on the phone please? I just wanna hear your voice, angel.”

“You’ll be hearing it a lot tonight. Probably not tomorrow.” You joke, urgently twisting the door knob open.

A deep chuckle leaves Choso, and the lingering traces of it in his next few words make your heart swell almost unbearably.

“Definitely not tomorrow.”

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End Notes:

i've said it once and i'll say it again, this man. is. my. life. 🤤💗💗

///looks at all my other choso fics and happily slides this into the shelf

#literally so obsessed with him #has me kicking my legs fr #myfics #choso kamo #choso jjk #jjk choso #choso x you #choso scenarios #choso fic #choso x female reader #choso x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #choso x y/n #choso oneshot #choso imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen smut

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maygirlsposts · 2 months

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4,14,24,37,39 and 40 for Piper and Leo!

@scarareg Thank you so much for your ask!

leo x piper is kinda my self-indulgent secret ship heh, it's nice to talk about it sometimes hgjfkl;

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

I think they would love watching stupid movies (romcoms or unnecessarily sentimental and cheesy) together not bc they like them but so that they could make fun of the lines/scenes together like best friends do (bc ofc they are best friends first, lovers later). leo mimicking them in his stupid way, and piper giggling and rofling about like a buffalo the way she can't before others. they are the kinda couple who would enjoy everything they watch together.

but their ultimate fav, repeat to 10000x movie list till they have memorized every line is HTTYD, cuz yeah, leo-hiccup, toothless-festus, and ig piper is a lot like astrid? AND DRAgons!!! so yeah their go-to, top-of-head movie when they are lazy to try something new

(the only thing they never watch is tristan mclean movies lmao)

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Neither, but on hectic days when they are super tired, both of them catch the sleep bug and fall asleep.

if Leo is first to wake up to find the movie is over, he'd pick up piper and carry her to their bed, taking care she doesn't wake up (watching her sleep is secretly his fav thing, yk cuz of piper's cute way of sleeping: "inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth" and "her hair looked like it had become a nest for a friendly hamster")

on the other hand, if piper is first to wake, she'd prob simply arrange some pillows for their necks and go back to sleep, snuggling into him bc no chance she is getting cold lol

which brings me to the next choice!

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

ggfhjk i love this question specifically for this ship cuz Piper is 100% the little spoon!

iirc (forgive me my knowledge of HoO is getting rusty! seriously, it's time for a full reread T_T) both piper and leo are the same height, right? maybe as adults, leo gets a late growth spurt of a couple of inches over her (which is annoying cuz leo is finally taller but secretly she likes it, cuz perfect for a side snuggle)

even otherwise, piper is always, subconsciously snuggling into his side cuz he is so hot warm. even if he hasn't used his fire, there is always some residual warmth in him all the time, which she has got used to searching out for. say, if leo gets up in the middle of the night to drink some water/got a brand new design idea in his head he just has to jot down NOW,,, by the time he returns to bed, piper is completely rolled up in his side of the bed, searching for him in her sleep (he loves this habit of hers! it also probs makes him feel better about his fire too)

iirc, his mom's warehouse caught fire in the middle of winter, right?? ig he'd slowly come to like winters better, bc of piper snuggling more into him during winters agfhjk

and iirc, he likes to sleep with a hug pillow, right? his old hug pillow has been replaced by piper!

39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?

on leo's side, hephaestus will be very suspicious of the daughter of aphrodite (cuz of his own experience with her) but talking to piper, he will be slightly mollified abt her… yet, his advice for Leo always will be to trust his machines more than the human specimen of his girlfriend (ofc leo won't take it seriously)

//toa spoilers/// now josephine and hemithea are his foster mothers i am sure piper would get along with them super well as well <3

on piper's side, leo has already met Tristan in Lost Hero and knows him as piper's friend, so he'd be pretty much chill with what pipes does and who she dates,, he might try to give Leo The Talk as his duty as her father, but Piper would kick her dad out before that ever happens (Leo just being the awkward bean like during the whole helicopter ride in TLH lol)

oth, leo would be mildly (understated) scared of Aphrodite. if they ever meet her (by chance) he'd keep fidgeting and tapping 'i love you' on his jeans till piper clasps his hand and taps back 'it's okay' but i think aphrodite won't be as scary as leo imagines in his head; she'd probs find him amusing and intrigued that her daughter actually prefers leo over jason.

40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?

piper! she won't--but she would use her charmspeak to bargain for the best prices in those overly expensive, money grabbing malls, something that leo always finds terrifyingly awesome lmao,, piper gets excited for holiday shopping and stuff whereas leo tags along obediently (and use his magic toolbelt to stove away the shopping bags lol)

leo always forgets all of the important days because of his adhd (extreme even by demigod standards) and piper, having known him for long, understands this and never gets mad or anything but he'd always feel guilty about this and makes up for it in a completely random surprise gift he handdesigns for her. Of course, piper loves his stupid (affectionately) and most times, completely non-functional (cuz Leo himself doesn't know what they do loool but they are always weirdly complicated) gifts so much! like say a music box that goes moo! but bake out fresh cookies lmao

#hoo #pjo #leo valdez #piper mclean #leo x piper #liper #asks #may-answers #i feel like a teenager again when i used to soooo wait for book after book for some hints of piper and leo #realizing their feelings for each other or smth ahgjfkl how nostalgic!#leo x piper is always that one ship that would never happen buuuuut what could have beeeeen!! for me hahaha #thank you for all the choices! they were fun to do!#please feel free to send anymore numbers for this or any other ship if you wish! i'd love to do them!! ❤

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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MHA Characters Asking You Out

Characters x Gn! Reader

W: Variety of Characters (Shinso, Kirishima, Amajiki, Bakugou, Mirio, and Kaminari), Fluff, Some Angst, Cute, Kirishima Has Two Moms

If you'd like to support my work, you can do so by buying me a kofi

Shinso

He's nervous to ask you out.

He swallows his nerves down in order to pick the right clothes.

He cares about his presentation since it's what you'll remember as the day Shinso Hitoshi embarrassed himself by trying to ask you out.

He put on his cologne, practically dowsed himself in it since he was sweating so much and was in a hurry, and ran out to meet you on your way to campus.

He lives in the dorms since he was in the hero course but he got up extra early to meet walk you to campus.

He lied and told you that he lived around your neighborhood but never told you his address.

You both got into the habit of linking pinkies with each other, a habit that you both never felt weird about doing in public.

“So….do you have any plans for this weekend?” He sounded out of character. Oddly nervous and you could see the beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

“Nope! I was just planning on sleeping in and binging this new show.”

Furrowed your brows when you noticed his odd demeanor and took out your handkerchief from your breast pocket.

You wiped the sweat off of his forehead and asked him if he was ok.

He told you it was fine.

He used his free hand to fiddle with the gift he had planned to give you and pulled it out of his pocket once you were both near the campus gate.

“Y/n, can I ask you?” You nodded your head and waited for him to continue.

“I know we haven’t been friends for to long and I know that being in different departments complicate things, but I want to try something with you.” His neck was red and so were the tip of his ears. He handed you the gift, a small cat charm that he thought you would like.

You accepted it without question .

“Try what?” You smiled at the small cat trinket.

“A relationship. Would you want to go out with me this weekend?” He did his best to ignore how flustered his face was but he soon gave up once he saw your face.

You were also flushed and you had the cutest smile plastered on.

“Sure, ID love to go on a date with you.” You’re smile grew wider when he laced his fingers with your own and properly held your hand in his for the first time.

Kirishima

Nervous and positive is the only way you could describe him.

He was blushing hard at the thought of you and thinking about his confession made him blush harder.

His moms always told him to follow his heart and to be who he wanted to be.

So he made you a poem….a bad poem.

He thought it would be cute to read it to you but he also knew himself well enough to know he would just scream it out.

He made sure to ask you out during the weekend so you could both get a moment alone in the dorms.

He made sure to tell his friends that he was going to do something important and couldn’t hang out with them beforehand.

You looked so pretty in your PJs, it almost got him to cry.

"H-hey, there Y/n! How's your night going?" He was sweating a lot and his cheeks were red.

You giggled at his flushed face and invited him into your dorm.

He didn't think too far into his plan so he kinda just got down on one knee and fumbled with the piece of paper he wrote his poem down on.

It would be perfect if his voice didn't break and crack on him as he spoke.

His poem talked about your eyes and your hair, the way you laughed, and how it filled him up with so much joy.

He wanted to get all of his feelings out in one go but he wanted it to come out romantic.

His mom told him about how he asked out his other mom back in high school.

A show of strength and vulnerability.

He wanted to be able to look back at this moment and tell your guy's children all about it.

But he's so embarrassed.

He was on the verge of crying in front of you.

"And because of that, I love you. Please go out with me!" His bottom lip wobbled as he waited for your response.

"Sure, i'd love to go out with the manliest man ever." You jumped on him, taking the both of you down to the ground.

He silently cried into your shoulder as you kissed the top of his head.

Amajiki

He was incredibly nervous to ask you out.

Nearly puked on himself as he bought you flowers and prepared his apartment to host you.

He did puke when he realized you would be arriving in about an hour but he quickly made sure to brush his teeth to get rid of both the smell and taste.

How embarrassing it would be to ask you out with puke breath? Gross.

He changed his clothes into something much nicer.

A dress shirt you complimented him for once and a tie you bought for him so that he looked "prettier" at the school dance.

You called him pretty. He liked that.

He set up everything, lit all of the candles he hoped you'd like, and plated everything.

When you knocked on the door he felt his heart leap into his throat.

His hands began to sweat profusely and he opened the door shyly.

"H-Hey, Y/n. I'm glad you were able to make it. I have food set out for us so we can start eating." He was really happy to see you.

You both ate deliciously and made idle chatter.

He relaxed as you both talked and did the dishes. He felt so content with you by his side.

He remembered asking Mirio for some advice.

Mirio told him to be bold, that maybe it would help him break free from his anxieties.

"Y/n? I've been meaning to tell you something but i don't want it to ruin our friendship." His brow began to sweat as he dried his hands with a towel. You looked even more concerned that he was and that when he realized he needed to act now or he'll accidentally ruin things.

"Oh, umm, what do you want to tell me?" You were getting nervous. Was he going to end your guy's friendship? Were you to much? Was the outfit you chose not nice?

You were running all these thoughts in your head that you didn't notice him get tense and awkwardly puker his lips at you.

He watched as you ignored him and what he was doing and it made him feel even worse about the whole thing.

Fuck it.

He smashed his lips against your own, an awkward kiss that felt way to sappy for his own good.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he moved his lips against your own.

He was going to break away from you but you grabbed him by the sides of his face and pulled him back into a much deeper and proper kiss.

His hands found themselves on your shoulders while he kissed back just as enthusiastically.

once you both parted, he told you that he wanted to go out.

You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before agreeing.

Bakugou

He's pissed that he didn't realize it beforehand.

He spent his entire high school life telling himself he didn't need anyone and that he didn't want anyone.

He learned to be more open with what he felt but that didn't change anything when it came to his more intimate feelings.

He hated how your smile made him smile and how your laugh kept him up at night.

Once he got into the pro hero scene, he was too busy to even ask you out.

He watched as you moved on with your life and build your own career but he still wanted you to add him to your own.

He wanted more.

He wanted you.

So he cornered you during a routine patrol.

You were pressed against the wall with his arms blocking you from leaving.

His brow was furrowed and his mouth was in a deep frown.

He watched your eyes dart from his own to the entrance of the alleyway.

"You can leave if you want to." He wanted to give you the out. He knew he could be intense and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like you had to like him back.

"What's this all about, Bakugou? You're abrasive but not this abrasive." You raised a brow at him.

"Just wanted to have a moment with you." His voice grew soft as his eyes focused on your own.

You looked so pretty.

"We already work together. What more could you possibly want?"

"I want you." He kissed you.

Gentle and tender. To anyone other than yourself, this would look out of character but you knew that he was tender, that he was soft with the people he cared for.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Mirio

You know that he's going to ask you out already. He already told you he was going to ask you out.

He just wanted to do it in the most romantic way possible.

He made sure to get all the flowers he could into your dorm room while you were gone and put a gift on top of your bed.

When you came into your room, you were hit with the scent of flowers and pollen.

You started sneezing up a storm and were nearly given a heart attack when mirio showed up through your flowered walls in his hero costume screaming your name.

"Y/n! Let's go out on a date and possibly become a couple!" He was all smiles until he realized that you were still sneezing and your eyes had started to tear up.

"No baby don't cry. Shoot, it's the flowers isn't it?" He got close to you and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.

He wiped away any tears that strayed and kissed your entire face in a silent consolation.

He should have realized that the pollen would get your allergies to act up.

He kissed your nose and then your lips before quickly grabbing all of the flowers and throwing them out your window.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should have known better." He took you to his room instead and cuddled you the rest of the day.

He kissed you awake the next morning and asked you to go out with him.

You said yes all while you kissed him back in between sneezing.

Kaminari

Nervous but also overconfident wreck.

He did everything he thought would be cool and tripped over himself the entire time.

He honestly had no idea what he was doing.

He stuttered a lot and even short-circuited when you touched his shoulder.

You were just worried for him since he was stuttering so much.

He went to Jirou for some advice. He really needed it.

She told him to just tell you in the most straightforward way that he liked you.

"Give them a compliment, explain why you like them, and then ask them out. It's not that hard." He took it to heart.

He wrote it all down on a piece of paper and practiced reading it to you by doing it in front of his mirror.

He was shaking the entire time but he eventually got it down with minimum stutter.

He asked you to meet him in an empty classroom after classes.

He was sweating a lot but practiced some breathing techniques to get himself calm again.

"Thanks for coming. I really needed to get this off my chest." He let out a nervous laugh but quickly steeled himself.

"For the longest time, I've had this big crush on you. The way you act, the way you smile, and the twinkle in your eyes, always gets me so happy. Just having you in my life makes me feel like I'm safe and I even feel happier. I like having you around, and I want to continue being around you. You make me better and i want to be able to show you that i am better. So, in short. Would you go out with me?"

You smiled at him and that's all he needed for a response.

He brought you into a hug and refused to let go until you kissed him on the cheek.

You promised to give him all the cuddles he wants back in the dorms.

#Shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mirio x reader #mirio togata #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #mha #dd speaks #bnha #my hero academia #shinso x reader

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bedknees · 11 months

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I see ur kind of back in the eene fandom. Favorite and least favorite headcanons about the Ed's if your feeling up to it?

Lol hi. And yeah I'm here. Arcane has had such a relentless chokehold on my brain for the past year and a half and it's finally loosening it's grip (inb4 inevitable Season 2 promo shit lmao).

HCs for the Eds? Let's goooo-

HCs I like:

-I like the HC he has ADHD. It fits him well and has direct canon evidence. As an ADHDer, he fits a lot of the basic stereotypes.

-The kinda popular fandom idea that he will be involved in the filming or general crew of B-tier horror movies when he's an adult. Career path is honestly among the most likely. Can also dig him being an Art Bell-esque radio or podcast host of weird conspiracy stuff.

-Love when he's paired with May. I feel that they'd be the only Ed/Kanker combo that'd work imho.

-Even though he's a fun loving character at heart, I like the idea that we see more of that serious and angry side he showed in Little Ed Blue and BPS. Like as he gets older and more seasoned he learns to stand up for himself more. Not his default at all, but learns to put up with less shit.

-I don't see him caring much about gender or sexuality. I don't ever see him labeling himself or thinking much about it, but I also don't see him as fully straight or cis.

-Can see him really being into Astrology and star charts. He probably has an Ancient Aliens phase 😆

Edd

-Like to think he starts taking college classes in his Junior or Senior year of high-school. Probably gets offers from Ivy-League schools, picking not the one he wants to go to the most, but the one that leaves him closest to home.

-I think it was @eddbedandeddy that came up with the idea that he has trichotillomania, where one pulls out clumps of hair as a very maladaptive nervous habit. Love this and I fully support the HC that it's why he wears his hat.

-Dig the idea he goes on to become a doctor of some sort.

-Is a really bad cook. Underseasons and overcooks a LOT. Usually keeps it to cup noodles, sandwiches, or takeout if the responsibility falls on him.

-Definitely has big bi or pan energy.

-Though he can't cook, Edd is very good with gardening and plants in general. Super good at keeping them healthy and cultivating them.

-Mellows out a bit when he gets older. Still a tad neurotic but not a full blown nervous wreck.

Eddy

(So warning: Eddy is my favoritest, most special little guy(TM) so there is a little bias for how many HCs I have for him compared to the others. Sorry lol.)

-It's funny when you think about it, because in terms of Eddy's personality after BPS it's actually pretty nebulous to nail down. Despite being one of the brashest, most outspoken characters he's actually the most mysterious when it comes down to who he truly is. He hid behind a facade for the majority of the show's runtime, after all, so what he truly is like underneath that leaves a lot up to the imagination.

-HOWEVER, I HC Eddy returning to his Season 1 and early Season 2 personality after BPS, with a decent amount of self reflection and maturity tacked on. I think how he acted in Season 1 is the closest to who he really is at the core. A good example of how I see Eddy (as a teenager, at least), is that he would share a lot of traits with Amethyst from Steven Universe, I guess? Closest example I can think of, tbh.

-He's closeted gay kid. Home of sexual. 👬🏳️‍🌈🌈 I used to see him as a bi, but rewatches changed my mind a lot. (Part of it is that he's always been my favorite and I was projecting tbh.) It takes him till his mid-to-late teens to start to accept it.

-Excellent cook. His mom's side is 100% Italian in my personal HC and she and her side bestowed a ton of culinary knowledge on him from old family recipes etc.

-Piggybacking off this, I see Eddy being a line cook for quite a while if not as his staple career. I can also see him doing car sales and bartending and even working at a deli. Bounces around jobs a lot, but always is employed in some way or the other.

-He loves baking and is very good at it. Don't give him shit about it or he will cry in private.

-Eddy is ADHD like Ed, but on the more impulsive and moody side of the large spectrum ADHD consists of. He also is bipolar af.

-Is heavily into music in general, especially as he gets older. He also has a penchant for musicals and Broadway, but he WILL get defensive if you tease him for it. But yeah, music is his biggest hobby and interest by far.

HCs I don't like:

-That he's too stupid to live. Leave him alone, he's dim but functional.

-The idea he can't function independently from Edd and Eddy. He absolutely can and is his own person!

-When fanfics or works in general make Eddy and Edd act like parents to him. He's their equal 👏

-Anytime he's explicitly third-wheeled when Edd and Eddy are paired. You absolutely can write the former two paired up without excluding him.

Edd

-When the fandom makes him an uwu softboy. Stfu. He's a little asshole with a smart mouth and a truckload of sass. Erasing that makes him so BORING 😴

-The HC that he will 'outgrow' Eddy and Ed and move on from them. He's right where he belongs and they complete each other. Stop.

Eddy

-Where do I begin? Firstly, him acting the same exact way as he does in the show after what happened in BPS. The entire movie was explicitly about Eddy becoming a better person and learning his lesson. At least show some growth.

-Him becoming an even more ruthless and corrupt scammer as an adult. Paired with the above point, but still.

-Any HCs that he's heterosexual 🤢

-MAKING HIM TALL.

-Fanart that makes him skinny.

I could go on but those are the main ones. Ty anon!

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eene eddy #eene edd #eene ed #ask #anon #long post #mymeta

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spicedwatermel0n · 1 year

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TW// S/H, BLOOD, BRUISING, AND IMPLIED ABUSE ON THE THIRD IMAGE, TALK OF ABUSE, ALCOHOL AND S/H IN SECOND PART OF THE CAPTION BELOW THE DRAWINGS.

I would also like to add that these are mostly headcanons that I've made for coping with my own trauma with the subjects. I make these headcanons for my own comfort knowing that I'm not alone when struggling, and for people who struggle with these things themselves who wish they could see their struggles portrayed in their favorite characters. I do NOT support acts of hurting oneself or others and if you're in a bad situation please get help if you can <33 these struggles can occur at ANY age. If you see signs of someone possibly hurting themselves, hurting others, or being hurt, no matter how young or old, tell someone who can help them get out of the situation.

I think they'd always be there for each other, even for small things like one of them being a little angry or one of them just having a bad day. They love each other, and feel comfortable enough around each other to let out their emotions freely without fear of being shamed. Wally likes to tell Hoagie that they're "battling this together", even if what is happening to Hoagie has nothing to do with Wally. He likes to compare it to fights with adult tyranny where he thought he'd lose but ended up winning in the end, and tells Hoagie that he just needs to keep fighting.

They both share similar struggles, both are abused and both have a tendency to hurt themselves on purpose when they feel strong negative emotions. Wally deals with his mother who lost her job recently and has taken to drinking alcoholic beverages to cope, which causes unnecessarily violent actions towards Wally and ONLY Wally, at completely unexpected points. She's normally very sweet and caring, but the alcohol messes with her and makes her feel as though she needs to punish her older son in more extreme ways. Wally has gotten used to the feeling of being hurt that he impulsively hurts himself constantly out of habit (typically with his nails, scissors, edges of tables, etc) or out of anger (banging his head, ripping his hair out, slapping his face, etc). Hoagie deals with the same issues, but they form much differently than they do for Wally. His grandma hurts him both mentally and physically, but instead of doing it when/where no one else can see like Wally's mom, she does it anywhere at any time in front of anyone. His mom is too afraid to confront her own mother, so he's forced to deal with her abuse (caused by dementia). Unfortunately, Hoagie grew up with unrestricted internet access and learned about unhealthy coping skills far too early in his life. He never showed an issue with keeping himself safe until Abby had a brief struggle with it a year prior to the show. She had picked it up from Cree, who encouraged her to hurt herself to make herself feel better. Of course, she realized how horrible it made her feel and the permanent damage it would cause and stopped doing it, and eventually got her sister to get help for it, but Hoagie began doing it afterwards because Abby had explained to him *why* people hurt themselves sometimes. He ended up with a habit of hurting himself very quickly, and even got to a point of addiction to hurting himself (that only lasted a week thankfully) where he would carry around a box cutter and just start hurting himself at any time and place if he felt the urge to. He's gotten much better about it thanks to support from his friends, but he still deals with occasional relapses.

The two are sticking together to try and keep the other safe. They both struggle with trusting people but they've grown so comfortable around each other that they can trust one another with almost no issue. That has proven very helpful for their recovery, as they both kinda just needed someone they can genuinely trust. They usually just watch Yipper together when they feel bad, it's their favorite thing to watch together lol... Besides romcom, which is more of Hoagies taste, but Wally still enjoys them because it makes Hoagie happy

#codename kids next door #codename knd #knd #tw abuse #tw self harm #knd vent art #knd angst #2/4 #numbuh 2 #numbuh 4

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romeavecryst · 1 year

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My Aphmau Re-write/Headcannons PDH-Mystreet

Im doing this out of pure entertainment for myself

Character of the day: Aaron Jaxon Lycan

Art by me

Hes Black. He has locs

Though during high school his hair was buzzed due to him bring sent to military school.

werewolf ovi

He had a close nitted friend group Zhuri(oc), Logan, Elijah(oc), Niyleah(oc), Ryan(oc), and my self instert (Crystal)

he’s dating Lily(hes like so in love with her it makes me sick)

His love language is acts of service

He loves caned peaches

When he finds out Aphmau is Sue hes nice to her and all around a mentor to her. Theyer age gap isnt gross nore wierd they are about 3 years apart but 4 grades apart idk if i want them to end up together really tbh like when it come to mystreet.

Aarons record is pretty clean hes not some angsty bad boy who gets in fights

He thought Gene was kinda hot before he started acting like a douche to him

He plays lacrosse and hockey those are the only times he gets pretty violent. (He literally had to beg and used the excuse it will make me seem normal isn’t that what you want? For his parents to let him play)

Malissa is the only one family wise that knows about Lily.

He’s actually really good with kids.

Hes really quite on his feet so he accidentally scares people a lot

He has some acne scars bc he pick at it sick fuck.

He had piercings bc most of the time has them out due to sports he has snake bites and an eyebrow his ears are double pierced as well.

6’4 hes a pretty beefy guy

Niyleah loves designing clothes so she uses Aaron as a mannequin for masculine and feminine clothing Aaron actually enjoys it

Lily loves doing his make up when hes over at her house. He loves it

He has a major side eye problem.

Always has a judgemental face like for no reason at all so the friend group is like “boy whats your problem like do you wanna fight or sum?!”

He gets major heartburn for no reason.

He pierced lilys belly button for her bc he mom wouldn’t let her go do it professionally done and she asked aaron to do it he was like okay🤷🏽‍♀️

“Nigga what..🤨” says when he’s confused asf

He randomly will catch someone in a ‘bofa deez nuts joke’ and has a stupid grin after telling them alway get lily in them

and her face goes 😄..😀..😐 “stfu aaron.”

He likes to crochet.

Likes teaching little kids to say shit they’re not supposed to

Always has weird socks

He wears rings

Silver jewelry

hates algae/slime it makes him want to throw up.

Lily asked him if he was more interested in aphmau bc she was hitting on him after they found out they where close friends and he was like “oh girl no..” with 😟 face.

He loves princess Disney movies like oh lord wanna watch everyone with him then sit your ass down and you better know the words to the songs.

He’s actually so unorganized to normal ppl bit to him hes like “ITS RIGHT THERE OMG” like its bad

Hes a reader(romance and horror)

He has a studder sometimes like when hes talking about something he enjoys and stutters bc of how fast he talking.

Has scars on his arms from being pushed into a black berry bush in middle school by Logan.

Hes deathly allergic to blueberrys.

He knows morse code

He has very long eyelashes

He has a big birth mark on his stomach thats really light compared to his skin.

He bites his nails

If he sees someone’s elbow on the table hell flip just bc his mom made it a habit not to put elbows on the table.

I have more but ill keep it just with this!

#aaron lycan #aphblr #aphmau #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mystreet #aphverse #aphmau pdh #aphmau phoenix drop high #aphmau lily #lily pdh #aaron Lycan fanart #aphmau fanart #aphmau fandom #my art lol

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 11 months

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Fnaf bitty: Baxter

Fnaf bitty Baxter Afton (O/Organic)

Version: OG(Headcanoned version)

Size: 7 - 10 inches tall(Mini) 1'8 - 2'10 feet tall(Fullsized)

Personality: Goofy, loud, sorta aloof,

Likes: Henry bitties, William bitties, Evan bitties, Michael bitties, Elizabeth bitties, Baxter bitties, Justin bitties, Clara bitties, Sarah bitties, (all preferably Chaos au), robotic fanf bitties,

Dislikes: Canon William types, aggressive bitties, being bored, not being around their family(if one is formed),

Compatibility: They can end up looking a little creepy, but they don't mean to be! They just have a really big grin/smile and their face can move a little odd, something they share with their Dad(William)! Though unlike their sibling types, they just picked it up! So not all of them have the wide smile! But most of them do!

They have 0 filter and will say the most off the wall things at random, but you never have to worry about them hiding things from you! Since they can't really lie very well-

Things rarely bother them, and the only time it does is when someone they care about is being bullied/picked on! And since they find it hard to tell the difference between being playful and being mean(at first a least, they'll get used to it after they get to know the person/bitty well) it means they can get a little huffy with people sometimes, but they'll always listen to explinations!

They can be a little clingy once they get to know and care about someone, but if the other person/bitty wants to be left alone all they have to do is say so! Though they can often wonder what they did wrong but also have a bit of a habit of not asking if they did something wrong or not and internalizing it,

They are known for hanging around Henry bitties, William bitties(non canon ones), Michael bitties, Elizabeth bitties, Evan bitties, and Justin bitties, and often refuse to be adopted without their family if they formed one!

Additional info: They love being around (only Chaos au versions of)William and Henry bitties and their siblings(Michael, Elizabeth, Evan, and Justin) and will often form families of these bitties at the shop!

Feeding habits: They aren't picky at all and will eat just about anything, and i mean anything- even moldy food, much to Henry and William bitty's dismays,

In Universe: They are seen as loud, brash, and weird,

Difficulty: Basic

Features: med length brown(almost always dyed blonde) hair in a mullet, 'tan' skin(burned man- but it's from the sun), gray-blue eyes, normally on the skinner side but is somehow super strong,

AU info(This is only for the au type they are! Info may change in other au bios!):

BC Dave(I dont support them so i stole their characters! they're ofc different(hence the different names and everything)honestly Baxter is more of an oc at this point buuut he did start out as BC Dave and a lot of his backstory was ofc taken from the fake backstory of BC Dave so it doesnt feel right to call him an oc properly lmfao)

his dads are William and Henry and his moms are Clara and Sarah! Baxter was adopted when Henry was visiting his parents, and Henry just kinda took him with him(he had a hole in his head and was walking on the side of the road in a daze lmao Henry wasnt gonna leave him!)

He looks like he could be Williams twin/kid(and doesn't really resemble Benjamin at all) so is easily mistaken for William's brother or bio kid, not that he minds about the bio kid part-

Southern as fuck

worked in the fields after his bio dad lost his foot in the war and he got a lot of sunburns, so he looks older than he actually is

He's dating Phillip(who he's like a year younger than)

He got into robotics after watching William and Henry making/fixing/keeping maintenance on the animatronics,

#bittybones #Bitty Bio #adoptable #fnaf bitty #fnaf info #o fnaf bitty #o fnaf info #Baxter bitty #Lab made bitty #basic

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angel-of-sweet-revenge · 1 year

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Hello, i hope you've had a good day so far and happy new year!

Do you have any headcanons for Astral or any other characters? They can be sweet and fluffy and/or absolutely heartbreaking and angsty

And how do think Astral would react to his first holiday on earth? (E.g. Easter, Halloween, Christmas etc..)

I hope you have a good 2023!!

Hi hi hi! Happy New Year to you too!

Headcanons, headcanons, oh boy!

First, for other characters:

Shark's main response to anything is 'Your mom'. God knows why. It got to a point where every answer was 'Your mom'. Example:

Yuma: Can we duel??

Shark: Your mom.

Teacher: Did you do your homework?

Shark: Your mom.

Whenever anyone of h̶i̶s̶ the kids start a fight with the other, or just misbehave in general, Chris just picks em up, and holds them at arms length like cats, and takes them away. Unless it's Girag. For obvious reasons.

Don Thousand's favourite hobby is randomly yeeting any one of the three kids across any room. However, he always makes sure to never yeet Astral too far or too hard, that child gets hurt so easy. He'll give Yuma reasonable yeets. But Mist? God knows how he'd alive

For all his faults, Eliphas's greatest redeeming quality is his generosity. Is he very strict about what Astral buys? Yes. But will he give huge amounts of money without blinking an eye? Also yes.

Don's the opposite. He doesn't care what the kids buy, so long it's not his money being spent.

Dumon's Irish. I don't care what you say, he's Irish.

Trey will give anyone kisses as long as 1) they're comfortable with it and 2) they aren't Quattro, Vector, and Mizar (he doesn't like Vector because of Yuma and Astral, and he doesn't like Mizar because of their duel...and Mizar winds him up)

Back to Eliphas, he is actually pretty aware of what he's done to everyone, especially to Astral. The guilt kills him. This is probably why he refuses to outwardly accept any blame for his actions: he's instinctively trying to hide what he's really feeling because he's just really bad at showing them.

He also does genuinely love Astral, but again, he just can't make himself show it. He'll say sweet things to Astral when the boy's deep in sleep, and will even kiss his forehead, but can never do it when Astral's awake, and he hates himself for it. It would help fix so many of Astral's problems, but not only is he unable to do it, he doesn't realise how deep Astral's trauma is.

As for Astral (you KNOW I am a freaking headcanon FOUNTAIN when it comes to the glowy)

His favourite colour is yellow, because it reminds him of Utopia/Hope, and honey (Beestral exists)

He also likes honeybees, although large bumblebees kinda freak him out

(This one's angsty) When he eventually moved full time to Earth into a flat shared with Kite, Shark, and Yuma, he wanted to cut his hair short, because Yuma did. He thought it would look nice, but anytime he thought of doing it, or anything to develop any sort of style of his own, he'd remember Eliphas's words from his childhood, how Eliphas criticised his appearance, his scarred eye in particular, "look how you shamed your eye, do you want to shame the rest of you?" and he just couldn't do it. Eventually the others noticed, and Rio took him to get his hair cut, and new clothes he really wanted to wear.

Speaking of, the silver eye becomes a white scar across his entire eye in human form.

It's not noticeable in the winter, because he becomes very pale in the winter, but in the summer he tans heavily, and the scar stands out.

Also said scar sometimes aches. He used to just ignore it, but now Yuma refuses to let him suffer through it, and will give him both medicine and kisses (PLATONIC KISSES)

He knows how to use a gun. And is badass with one.

He also has a strange habit of taking little daggers with him with him wherever he goes. God knows why. Even Eliphas has no idea what caused this habit.

Because loud noises can remind him of the explosions in Astral World, Mirai bought Astral headphones, which he keeps with him all the time, not just because he needs them, but because it was a gift.

Astral gets so so so awkward whenever someone uses a pet name for him or give him a gift, he almost looks uncomfortable, but really he's just trying not to cry because 'oh my gosh they actually love me?!'

When he and Yuma fight, Yuma is very very careful about how hard he actually pushes him; he doesn't wanna hurt him, and Astral, despite the fact he's got a mean slap, is just soft with him in general. Their fights are usually just them squeezing the other's cheeks, ruffling the other's hair, or soft wrestling.

Now, Astral's first holiday:

Honestly, I don't think it matters which holiday is his first, I think the reaction would be the same for pretty much all. Basically, Yuma would have broken down all the holiday traditions to him, and Astral would have understood that holidays are times for family togetherness.

When holiday time comes around, Astral notices the atmosphere, and he and Yuma chat a bit about it, and how Yuma can't wait to do all the fun things he does with his family. And Astral being Astral automatically assumes that Yuma means the others.

Then the holiday comes along.

And Yuma asks Astral to join them for dinner, or a tradition, and Astral is utterly confused for several minutes. Then he finally gets it.

Yuma sees him as part of the family.

They all see him as part of the family.

He cries for a while. He has never felt this before, and he can't believe this is for real. But it is.

He has a family now, and he's happy.

Hooo boyyyyy, this has become so long! Holy crap, yikes! Anyway, I hope you liked reading this really long post! Have a happy new year and I hope you enjoy 2023 too!

#zexal #cookie writes #cookie writes...a lot #sorry not sorry :)

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chaoticskyy · 3 months

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The one you mentioned in the notes of your fic? I guess that's about you? Im kinda interested in the other one now too

OH! Okie yeah your right it's about me.

SO. You're gonna need some context about who I am, where I come from, and what that means.

I'm an afro-indigenous person from Guatemala dad's side is the mixed black side, and mom's side is the primarily indigenous side. The region we're from is best described as Texas but worse. I carry a machete in my truck just in case, and every male elder I know wears a cowboy hat.

The mestizaje of the region is pretty through, most people are mixed indigenous with white, and of course, it's Guatemala. Half of us are "wholly" indigenous. I stick out like a sore thumb, not because I'm dark skinned. Black Guatemalans exist but mainly farther north, in Izabal and port regions. I'm fairly light skinned, but I have really curly hair, I'm tall for the region and not to being vain, but I'm really pretty.

Once I hit puberty, I haven't really been allowed to wander around on my own for safety reasons. You see, we live in a region where the organized crime that reigns isn't gangs, it's narcotics trafficking cartels. They usually leave you alone, unless you approach them for whatever reason. Like you want money and are willing to launder for them and things like that.

Narcos have this nasty habit of picking out women they deem attractive and sponsoring them, essentially being their sugar daddies but like Worse. Usually, the sugar baby can get put of the relationship scot-free, but in this case, women are known to be killed.

The fear has always been I catch the eye of one of them, and I have to flee the country for a long while. Or until they relocate. It's a fairly warranted fear, I've been approached by Narcos for dances, drinks, etc. I have been followed even while I've been in a large family group by these men who all clearly have pistols and bodyguards and are driving bulletproof SUVs. I've been saved every time by my family stepping in before I knew something was wrong.

Now that you know all of this info, let's get to the night I nearly got kidnapped! To be extremely clear, I have no idea what their specific intentions were other than that they wanted to take us away from the place we were at.

My mom's Gabapentin prescription had run out during our last trip to Guatemala, so my mom, my aunt, and I decided to head into town from my grandma's village to buy the medicine. My sister and younger cousin begged us to go, but I put my foot down and told them to fuck off because every time they left the house they made us spend more money than planned and the medication was going to be expensive.

Gotta say thank God I was an asshole to them that day.

My mom has some serious brain fog when we got to the 24HR pharmacy, she had tried to hold out and suck up the pain but I backfired on her and she wasn't able to hold out as long as she wanted which meant it was 9pm by the time we had headed into town. So she shoves the money into my hands and tell us to go get it.

We walk up to the pharmacy and wait in line outside. The pharmacy itself had been closed leaving only a tiny window for money and drugs to be exchanged. There's only two people in front of us, and then two men get behind us.

Blue shirt has a pistol on each side and a wicked looking knife on his right. Yellow shirt keeps looking me up and down. He only had one pistol.

It's no biggie. My own mom has a revolver in the car herself. Guns are the norm around here. If you don't have one, you at least have a machete. I hadn't noticed then, but they had purposely placed their truck at an angle, preventing anyone from passing the tiny road.

Then they start talking. Mind you, there are no alarm bells in my mind right now. I'm actually incapable of feeling anxiety while on my medication, not to mention my risk assessment skills are lacking due to the Autism. Yellow shirt does most of the talking, trying to sus out who we are and what we're doing. I don't realize things are wrong until my aunt is shaking with the wallet in her hands when I hand her the money to pay.

To me, the entire conversation was reading unwanted male attention, but still being like the sort of pushy politeness common in Latin cultures. This plus the fact that men especially get whatever they want can make even everyday interactions feel like microaggressions.

They get closer, and I corner myself, hoping that if we look ugly enough, they'll leave us alone. My aunt is panicking and trying to throw them off our scent, and then Yellow locks onto me and says "Your not from around here.". A fact in his eyes. He's wrong, but not entirely, I'm not from town, and I don't live in Guatemala anymore.

I'm just interesting looking to most people.

My aunt interjects, because I'm kinda a bitch to men and at the time I wasn't aware but she was worried I'd get us shot or worse.

This is kinda when I start to realize something is Wrong. My mind starts racing and now I'm fully prepared to piss or shit myself to avoid being raped.

Then my mom comes in and saved the day.

Bless her.

She's this stout pretty looking woman, she's got this habit of being confrontational and kinda a bitch. She managed to save my grandma from getting murdered once, and the woman can take one look at you tell you how much you weigh and give you an estimate of how long it would take her to cut you up butcher style. It's her favorite party trick, and is honestly unnerving. She also has very low self esteem, and when her disabilities flare up even more so. Which makes her swooping in and saving us all the more impressive.

My mom maneuvers the car to get closer and asks us what's taking us so long. Just as it was time for our turn, I go into autopilot and start talking to a pharmacist I can't see. The lucky bastard is hidden behind a bullet proof wall. Just out luck, he has to search for an alternative medication.

Mother is trying to distract them, and figure put what's going to get them to stop bothering us. Blue shirt points out that the car she's driving, a Mercedes-Benz SUV is not a common site. European engines around here are not common, and a car is life and freedom. He starts asking about the car and who my mom is, and who we are. How much she'd sell the car for.

My aunt had purposely been avoiding sharing any identifiers, including my last name. While it does have sway, it's often not enough, and it can backfire since people believe my father's family has lots of money and is a proud bunch.

My mother, on the other hand, introduced herself with her household name. This made Yellow shirt pause, and Blue to stop leering at me. After some needling on both ends of the conversation, it turned out that Yellow shirt and I are distantly related.

This finally allowed me to slip past Blue shirt and into the car.

When we got to my grandma's, started properly freaking out. Turns out my mom was fully ready to give them the car in exchange for our lives.

My aunts husband was fully freaked out because apparently those men are like known criminals. Like deep into being Narcos lakeckeys. They aren't Narcos themselves, but they like orbit the same spaces. According to him.

Also NOTE DO NOT LET THIS DISCOURAGE YOU FROM TRAVELLING IN GAUTEMALA!

I DO NOT GO TO TOURIST ATTRACTIONS OFTEN, I EXIST IN PRIMAILY RURAL RESIDENTIAL AREAS OF A NON TOURIST DEPARTMENT. THE BIGGEST WORRY FOR TOURIST IN TOURIST AREAS ARE PICK POCKETS AND FOOD POSIONING!

BE SAFE!

#the floof speaks #ask and you shall receive

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miekasa · 3 years

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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dkfile · 3 years

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best friends over gel pens

❛ before renjun is the person you’re in love with, before he’s your best friend, he is one thing—a little shit. ❜

word count | 4.1k (4,146) genre | fluff, slice of life, friends to lovers, slight soulmate & past life au (? idk not rlly)

your beauty marks indicate where your soulmate in your past life liked kissing you the most—and also, for some reason, renjun has a habit of pressing his lips to your hands.

★ warnings | like one mention of death, edited idk there may be some few mistakes here or there i kinda just skimmed through it 😭

Contrary to popular belief, Renjun is not the type of person to be prepared come the apocalypse. No, you’re pretty sure he would sacrifice food if it meant having to leave behind his beloved gel pens.

He has an odd fascination with them, having several packs in the drawer of his desk. His collection grows with each passing week, but you have yet to see him actually use the items he holds so dearly to his heart.

He loves those things so much that he could barely lie through his teeth when you told him that, during the end of the world, he’d 100% sacrifice you to the zombies. Maybe he just couldn’t focus because the two of you were in the stationary section of the store and the colourful notebooks caught his eye more than his ears perked up in interest to the conversation. It’s your fault for catching him at a bad time.

You find Renjun in the hair products aisle, grazing his fingers over the boxes of hair dye. He hears your footsteps before he sees you, and when your eyes meet, he grins.

“There you are. I can’t believe you made me get those pens for you when you could’ve gotten them yourself. Do you know I had to steal these from a mom’s shopping cart? I swear she saw—what are you doing?”

Renjun holds up two boxes of hair dye, swinging them in front of your face. “Blue or purple?”

“I don’t know? You’d look fine in both.”

Just like you expected, Renjun huffs at your disappointing answer. “I don’t wanna look fine, I wanna look so good that everyone who sees me will immediately fall in love with me,” He places the products back on the shelf, pouting. “I might as well get something out of this stupid punishment.”

He’s referring to the punishment he got for losing against Donghyuck yesterday. “Stop pouting over a bet you knew you were going to lose.”

“Well, is it so bad I had faith in our basketball team?” Renjun grumbles, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. “You don’t understand, my life is being torn to shreds. Not only is the school’s losing streak still going, but I lost a bet to Donghyuck, of all people.”

A laugh you were forcing down spills out of your mouth and you ignore the blazing glare Renjun sends your way. “Quit being a sore loser and just pick a colour to dye your hair so we can finally get out of here.”

“No. The longer I stay here, the longer I delay Donghyuck touching a hair on my head.”

You shrug, picking up a bottle of shampoo and examining the back. “Not my problem.”

You don’t register Renjun’s silence, too immersed in reading the tiny letters at the back of the shampoo bottle and opening the lid to take a whiff of it. Scrunching your nose, you click the cap back on and put it back, turning to look at Renjun only to see him stating at you as if a lightbulb has just gone off in his mind.

“Listen—”

“No.”

“You haven’t even listened to what I have to say!”

You’re certain you drew the short end of the stick when fate decided to put you and Renjun together, making you the first person he thinks of whenever he needs an accomplice for one of his crimes. You’re sure that, at one point in your life, you’ll have to be his getaway driver in a jewel theft.

So, basically—you are Renjun’s proclaimed partner in crime, but it always ends badly for you. Always.

Your eyes narrow. “Renjun.”

“What if—” he puts a finger up to silence any of your protests, “—you convince Donghyuck to let you dye my hair. I trust you more than him, anyway.”

“And what makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“All you have to do is do that puppy dog eye thing and then you’re golden,” Renjun takes a step back, stretching his arms toward you in a think-about-how-amazing-my-idea-is manner. “Come on, Y/N, do it for me, I’ll love you forever.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, “You said that to me the last time you needed a favour.”

Renjun sighs, dropping his arms to his sides before defeatedly murmuring, “I’ll let you pick the colour.”

The corners of your mouth tug upwards. “Deal.”

Before you have the chance to take a step back and examine the wide variety of colour hair dye you have to choose from, Renjun’s hands wrap around yours, and he presses his mouth to your knuckles. His kisses engulf you in elation and relief; when he lets go and exhales, you can see the thankfulness in his expression. Your stomach flutters.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he says repeatedly, wrapping his arms around you for a brief second. His smile is blinding. “You’re a lifesaver, I love you.”

You laugh at his theatrics, before reaching over to grab the first box of hair dye that catches your eye. When Renjun’s gaze falls onto the colour, he blanches, a frown immediately wiping his smile away.

“Absolutely not.”

“You said I could choose!”

“Anything but that.”

“You’re so overdramatic,” you sniff, turning on your heel to leave the aisle and walk towards the checkout. “You’ll look great!”

“Admit it, I look terrible.”

A surprising amount of sincerity pours out of Donghyuck as his jaw goes slack and he mumbles a soft, “Holy shit, dude, you look good,” he catches your eye over Renjun’s shoulder. “Can you dye my hair, too? I have some dye at home.”

Yeri looks up from her phone. “Why the fuck would you have that?”

Donghyuck shrugs. “Prank gone wrong. I don’t have time to get into it,” he slaps Renjun’s shoulder, causing the other boy to wince. “Pink really is your colour, man.”

Renjun eyes Donghyuck suspiciously as he replies hesitantly, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, we could just add some glitter into your hair and you’d look like those pens you hoard all the time.”

A brief scowl appears on Renjun’s face after he hears Donghyuck’s jab, then he stands up from his spot next to Yeri on the couch. Your best friend has been taking refuge at your apartment to avoid Donghyuck, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that, of all people Huang Renjun would run to, it would be you.

The two start to bicker, with Donghyuck reaching over and picking at some of the strands on Renjun’s head. Yeri throws you an exasperated look, begging you to kick them out because their voices are drowning out the noises coming from her phone. Exhaling, you catch Renjun’s eyes over Donghyuck’s shoulder, and he can already tell from your expression that you won’t be helping him win this argument.

He inhales sharply. “Y/N.”

Ignoring him, you say, “You guys need to take this discussion elsewhere,” you stand and start to push Donghyuck to the front door. “Renjun, touch some grass. You’ve been holed up in my room for two days.”

He whines. “Y/N.”

“This is a good idea, actually,” Donghyuck pipes up as he slips on his shoes. At the sound of his voice, Renjun’s face become more anguished, his lips dipping down into a pout. Donghyuck dismisses Renjun’s desperation, and adds on, “I need other people to see your hair.”

For the third time in the past forty seconds, Renjun chokes out, “Y/N.” Only this time, his hands have pressed against your own, holding them in a pleading way. “I’m begging you, let me stay.”

“Get some fresh air, Renjun.”

“I opened your window yesterday! I’ve had enough of it!”

Rolling your eyes, you reach down to pick up his shoes with the hand that’s managed to escape his grasp. “If you spend any more time here you might get sick of me—and I can’t have that. Who else on this planet will complain about me stealing their hoodies but not tell me where they bought them from?”

You fail to notice the way Renjun has softened when his eyes drop from your face to the article of clothing you’re wearing.

“I knew that sweater looked familiar,” Donghyuck butts in, eyes squinted. “Unbelievable. He lets you borrow his stuff, but if I get within three metres of his closet, he starts screaming like a fucking pterodactyl.”

“Fuck off,” Renjun hums. Then, to you, he says, “I could never get sick of you, by the way.”

When you’re unable to respond, Donghyuck speaks instead, giving you an odd look when you begin to stammer. He squeezes Renjun’s shoulder, commenting on how they should be leaving before Yeri kicks them out herself. Renjun is rooted to his spot though, almost as if he’s refusing to leave without hearing you say something first.

The most you can muster is an incredibly lame, “...Thanks. You too, I guess.”

“How romantic,” Donghyuck drawls. “Now let’s go.”

Your hand is burning under Renjun’s but you can’t seem to pull away. Once Donghyuck turns to unlock the doorknob, the pink-haired boy brings your knuckles up to his mouth and plants a soft peck on the back of your hand. In typical Renjun fashion, he smiles as if he isn’t causing your heart to beat out of your chest and takes a step towards the door before saying goodbye (albeit he looks a little pissed, since he’s being dragged outside to been seen by the public).

Once the door is shut and you lock the knob, you hear Yeri muse something from the couch. The place you two share is small, and she can basically see what happens by the door from the living room if she tilts her head backwards enough. As you slide back over to where she sits, you realize that she must’ve been watching everything.

You feel uneasy. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.” After two uncomfortable beats, she says, “Can I see your hand for a second?”

She gives you no time to protest and grabs your wrist, her eyes narrowing. Frowning at her behaviour, you use your free hand to get the TV remote from the coffee table.

When the TV turns on, Yeri clicks her tongue. “You’ve got a mole here.”

Without looking, you respond, “Yeah, I know.”

“I saw this thing earlier about soulmates,” Yeri begins after she drops your hand. You side-eye her before you start to surf through the channels. “And I know you’re a sucker for this kind of stuff, so you’re going to love what I’m about to tell you—especially since you’re practically in love with Renjun and—”

“What?”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“But—”

“Since you’re practically in love with Renjun,” Yeri repeats, emphasizing her words to shut you up. She grins when it works, “you’ll love this. Apparently, your beauty marks indicate where your soulmate…”

“Are you OK?” Renjun wonders, disregarding his half-empty cup of coffee and zeroing all his attention onto you. “You’ve been off for the past three days.”

You try to dismiss his question. “Oh, wow, you’ve been keeping count?”

“‘Course I have.” But his concerned gaze doesn’t waver. “Also you’re not that good at pretending something isn’t bothering you.”

“It’s nothing. Really,” you respond, even though you’re well aware Renjun won’t let this go until he sees the stress has been lifted from your shoulders and the tension eases off your back. “Yeri just said something to me and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Renjun raises his eyebrows in anticipation, waiting for you to confess to him what’s been eating away at you. When you refuse, grabbing your phone and replying to the abundance of texts Jaemin has sent about the cute person sitting next to him in class, Renjun sighs disappointedly, although it gets lost when the door to the coffee shop rings and a group of rowdy students come barging in.

Originally, the both of you had come here to study, but doing homework in the coffee shop of all places is a bad idea, and you think Renjun only suggested coming here because he’s been deprived of espresso for a week (thanks to Jeno who broke their coffee machines the other day). You have a test on Monday that you’ve given up studying for, more interested in the notifications on your phone and ignoring Renjun’s prying eyes.

He never learned how to keep his nose in his own business, and you don’t suppose he’s planning to any time soon.

“Well, was it bad?” he attempts to get something out of you again, raising his voice so he can be heard over the enthusiastic customers lining up at the counter.

“Uh, no, not really. It kinda depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On how you see it,” you huff. “It’s not that big of a deal, you don’t need to worry about it.”

He blinks. “I’ll buy you coffee for the rest of the week if you tell me.”

“...Are you bribing me to tell you what’s wrong?”

“Yes,” he nods firmly before he places a hand over his heart and clutches his chest. “But it’s only because I care about you.”

The hum that falls from your lips is barely audible, but you suppose Renjun thinks you’re considering his offer because he brightens. Truthfully, you don’t mind telling him what Yeri told you, but there’s a feeling in the back of your head that you can’t push away, a slight worry in the twinge of your stomach worrying about his reaction.

“Fine,” you say finally. It should be easy enough to brush off any embarrassment that might come. Besides, it’s not like you believe in soulmates. “She told me about this thing she saw on the internet—something about how your beauty marks indicate where your soulmate in your past life loved kissing you the most…” you trail off, watching a new emotion appear in Renjun’s irises. “But it’s dumb, anyway, because what kind of—”

“That’s what’s been on your mind?” he asks. He cracks a lazy smirk, but there’s an unusual tenderness to it that softens his appearance. Renjun’s smart, he can connect the dots quicker than anyone you know, but he says the next question anyway because you’re sure he loves it when other people squirm, “Don’t you have beauty marks on your hand?”

You scowl to hide the embarrassment climbing up the nape of your neck. “Oh, fuck off, you already know the answer to that.”

Renjun laughs, staining the atmosphere with bubbly pleasure. “I thought you were probably thinking about some big assignment or exam—not this,” he shakes his head, his smug smile softening. “Why are you thinking about something Yeri read off the internet?”

“It was interesting,” you shrug. There is a slight pang in your chest at his nonchalance, but mostly because you know why you’ve been pondering about it for the past few days. There’s no one else in your life who holds your hands with such caution and kisses your knuckles other than Renjun. But proclaiming he was your soulmate in your past life is an odd thing to say out loud, because before he’s the person you’re in love with, he’s your best friend.

There’s also your ego—this is something he’s bound to hold over your head for, possibly, the rest of eternity.

“I’m going to buy a scone, do you want anything?” he hums, tapping your index finger when you suddenly duck your head down and stare at the words in your textbook. You shake your head, murmuring a denial.

Perhaps you should’ve kept your hands on your lap and not rested them on the table, because before Renjun stands, his lips meet your skin—which is fine, this is something you’re used to; this is something he’s done before. What he hasn’t done before, however, is kiss every knuckle twice before he smiles against your hand.

Your heart gets caught in your throat.

“I’ll be back,” he declares, straightening his posture and grinning.

Before Renjun is the person you’re in love with, before he’s your best friend, he is one thing—a little shit.

You and Renjun are friends, first and foremost. It’s not really something you’ve announced or pinky promised in the sandbox when you were kids (mostly because you first met him when he spilled his drink on you at your first college party, but you’re sure Renjun was the child who lived off of spit shakes and trivial contracts made on scrap pieces of paper); it’s unspoken for all friendships, but for some reason, this unsaid vow is glaringly obvious in your bond with Renjun.

You aren’t completely sure why, but it��s possibly because you remind yourself of this every time you see him. Your crush on him kind of takes a toll on you, but it’s nothing serious.

The thing is, though, something has shifted after what you told him in the coffee shop. Dare you say, it’s like you two are the type of just friends that are obviously not just friends.

Yeri makes it known that you and Renjun have always been those types of friends to begin with, anyway, but even she agrees that he’s acting unusual. He grows smug whenever he sees you, his lips pulling upwards in a smirk that makes it look like someone’s boosted his ego. He’s touchy, opting to trail his fingers on your arm whenever you talk instead of drumming them on his thighs (which not only makes you stutter, but also causes him to crack a satisfied grin), and he interlaces your hands together more often than necessary.

Not that you mind.

It’s just hard to wrap your mind around the fact that he’s doing this. At first, you were frustrated, because there’s no doubt he’s realized you have feelings for him, and you assumed he was only messing with your head. Then, after cooling down and thinking rationally, you reminded yourself that Renjun isn’t that type of person.

So, really, there’s only one explanation for his behaviour, but it’s still hard to believe.

“I can’t believe Donghyuck is making me use my good pens for this,” Renjun complains, sitting on the floor in a sea of uncapped Sharpies and his oh so cherished glitter pens. “All for a poster for a surprise party he knows we’re throwing.”

You vigorously click Renjun’s favourite pink gel pen, laughing at the exasperated glare he throws you. “Give him a break, it’s his birthday.”

“Why couldn’t he have just asked for a card like a normal person?”

“Relax,” you retort, dipping your head down to fix the petals on the flower you’ve drawn. “At least you’re finally putting this stationary to good use! You claim these pens are your favourite thing ever but this is the first time I’ve ever seen you use them. Didn’t you say you’ve had that one—” you point to something by his foot “—since you were twelve?”

He examines the object with squinted eyes before humming. “Yeah, but I did use this a lot. It was good for doodling in the corners of my notes.”

“Literally all these pens are good for doodling.”

Renjun rolls his eyes. “No, I mean this one was pretty fucking amazing. The glitter in the ink made the hearts I drew so much prettier.”

“I always assumed you were the kid who drew eyes on everything, not hearts.”

“Well, yeah, that too, but whenever I had a major crush on someone I would put their name and mine inside of a heart,” he shrugs, uncapping the pen before leaning down to write something on the poster. “Kind of like this.”

You narrow your eyes at the paper. Renjun watches your movements with an expectant smile.

Y/N and RENJUN.

You inhale, biting back a cheesy smile threatening to stretch your cheeks until they ache from content. “Are you finally confessing that you’re hopelessly in love with me?”

Renjun sighs, eyebrows raised at your comment, before he breathes out a barely audible, “Yes.”

The atmosphere suddenly grows tense, with you stiffening at the answer you weren’t expecting and him awaiting a reaction. Both of you are toeing dangerous territory, playing with fire you know can’t be extinguished after the flames have erupted. Once the line has been crossed, you can’t backtrack and pretend it never happened.

But you can’t bring yourself to care.

You realize, after giving in to impulse, that Renjun’s lips feel better on yours than they do on your hands.

He holds onto you like this is something he’s been waiting for, like he’s inflated himself with hope for what feels like forever and he’s finally got what he wanted. He pulls you closer and closer until he’s inhaling your scent and his arms are wrapped around your waist and— you’re pretty sure he tastes like heaven.

A pen digging into your leg is what pulls you apart, and you can’t bring yourself to care about the ink staining your new jeans (you’ll fret about that later) when Renjun’s eyes have widened and his lips are swollen.

After a pause, he murmurs, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking in my past life,” he says in bewilderment as he scoots closer. “Kissing your hands was nothing compared to that.”

You shift and kick his leg.

“What makes you think you were my soulmate?” you ask curiously after everyone’s finished singing Happy Birthday to Donghyuck and scattered around his apartment, each party attendant holding a paper plate of cake. “Before we died, I mean.”

Renjun frowns as he swipes his thumb in the corner of your mouth, wiping away frosting. “Couldn’t you have thought of other ways to word that sentence?”

“Sorry,” you say half-heartedly. “I’m serious, though!”

“You really believe this soulmate theory, huh?”

You whine. “Renjun, please, I wanna know so bad.”

“Well, I don’t know, why wouldn’t I be?” he answers without hesitation. You wonder if this is something he’s thought of before, in the days before you kissed him where he spent torturing you with his sly smiles and subtle touches. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? I liked kissing your hands, and you just so happened to have beauty marks on there, simple as that.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Right. That makes sense, actually.”

A grin splits across his face, and you already know that whatever he says next is going to leave you flustered. “And I don’t like the idea of someone else being your soulmate.”

“Aw,” you coo, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks (obviously you can’t, seeing as Renjun’s smiling like the devil), “you love me so much, don’t you?”

He muses. “More than my glitter pens.”

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. “Oh, OK, now I know you really mean it.”

“What, you thought I was joking?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

Instead of protesting like you expected him to, Renjun leans forward. “Do you want me to say it again so you’ll remember? I love you more than stationary—actually, no, I love you so much I’d let you dye my hair again and pick the colour.”

“No way,” you exclaim. “Can you do purple next?”

“Wait, seriously? I was only kidding—”

“Hey!” Donghyuck shouts from where he’s talking with Jaemin by the wall. Both of them are looking at you and Renjun with a mixture of awe and disgust. “Can you lovebirds shut up? It’s my day today and you should be paying more attention to me and not each other.”

Yeri shakes her head. “Quit being so bitter, Donghyuck.”

Jeno, who stands at the dining table, is examining the poster taped to the wall. “You know, I would be bitter too if the poster at my birthday party said RENJUN loves Y/N.”

Donghyuck is quick to stumble to where Jeno is standing, face souring when his eyes land on the heart in the corner of the banner. “Oh, you’re fucking kidding,” he whips his head around. “You two better be naming your firstborn after me.”

You sputter. “All because of a poorly drawn heart?”

Renjun scoffs. “Poorly drawn?”

“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N, what’s wrong with naming your child Donghyuck?”

“I don’t want my child associated with you in any way.”

“Wait,” Renjun brings his hand up to stop Donghyuck from retorting. “Are you insinuating you want to have kids with me?”

“Well—no—I—” you huff, lightly shoving his shoulder. “Why are we having this conversation, we’ve been dating for a week!”

You hear Donghyuck mumble, “Worst week of my life.”

“Shut up,” Renjun says, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You’re just pissed you’re still single.”

You lean into Renjun’s side while you cut off a piece of your cake. Donghyuck tuts and shakes his head before he groans, “I hate people in love.”

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