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morefandomscenarios · 2 years

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Hello! I just read the died in his arms head canons and was wondering if one of the crew members had an ability to extend a person's life, but needed a sacrifice where they take half of the remaining life of a person close to the recently deceased and the process is excruciating. I imagine it would be like Kuma like literally pulling the life force out of the living partner's body and transplanting it into the dead partner.

What would the living partner do when the dead person is completely healed and alive?

lol yall hated the unresolved angst huh?

I usually don't take requests for this many characters but excluding some of them felt weird so this is an exception! Don't get used to it :P

⛔️ TWs: imprisonment on Doffy's

Luffy

Gets even clingier. If you think he was clingy before, think again.

He now follows you around like a puppy.

Going to read some books? Ok, don't mind him, he's just gonna wrap around you and take a nap.

Going to take a bath? Oh- What do you mean he can't come in the bath with you??

Luffy has always been a silent protector type, preferring to let people deal with their own problems unless they can't - but now, when it comes to you he'll actively try to help. Especially while you're still recovering from the incident.

He also becomes more aware of your presence in general. Throughout his day in Sunny, he'll subconsciously look for you, just to make sure you're around and are okay.

There will be this period of time where he'll try to think twice before springing to action, especially when you're involved. But this goes away with time and he'll be back to normal act-first-think-later Luffy.

All in all, he might get a little attached to you for a while, but we've seen how Luffy faces his adversities and bounce back in the end, so this will just become an experience that furthers his growth.

Sanji

Man is even more attentive now it's almost overbearing.

Are you too hot? Too cold? Thirsty? Hungry? Well-rested?

Checks on you 24/7.

Panics when you bleed (even just for the slightest cut) or get sick.

He will of course aid your recovery by paying special attention to your food.

Honestly, he'll gladly carry you everywhere if you let him.

Want to be spoon fed? He'll blow your food to make sure you don't burn your tongue.

Want his help to clean yourself? Never fret, Sanji's here with the softest towels and nicest smelling soaps!

Want to take a nap? He'll warm up some milk and gladly let his arm become your pillow.

All in all, expect to be smothered with love. Not just throughout your recovery, but even after that, because there's no way Sanji will let you stare death in the eyes like that ever again.

Ace

Will repeatedly thank whoever crew members that helped you so many times. Offers to name his future child after them if he ever gets one.

He'll check in with Marco every single day to make sure your recovery is going well. Poor phoenix man is probably now used to him barging in the middle of his work and has a report of your recovery progress ready.

Stays by your bedside when you're awake and guards you silently when you're asleep.

He's basically glued to you and refuses to leave you alone.

At times, he'll look at you and tear up when the memory of you being so close to death resurfaces.

This poor bby inwardly blames himself for letting you get hurt ;(

Like Luffy, he's clingier than ever once you're able to walk around.

Follows you around to make sure he's there if you need help.

Checks in with you regularly and will drop whatever he's doing to help you with anything and everything.

If he has to be away for some reason, he'll definitely have your Vivre card and keep himself updated with your location. If the paper starts burning, even just a bit, he'll rush straight to your side.

Law

Scolds you the moment you wake up... But only because he's so, so stressed.

In the end his scolding turns into a full breakdown. Just because he's experienced his loved ones dying before it doesn't mean he's used to it.

He's just so glad that you survived.

Please just hug him.

Law is a subtle protector, so he'll continue to watch you and protect you from the shadows.

That being said, I honestly can see this developing in two ways: him distancing himself from you (because if he failed to protect you once, what's to say that he won't fail twice?) or him trying his best to keep you close (because then he'll be in the most optimal position to protect you, and in the worst case scenario he can use his own body to shield you).

Nightmares of you dying will be added on top of his ever-growing list of bad dreams.

Though he never initiates cuddles, his favorite sleeping position now is snuggled up against you, so he can listen to your heartbeat when you sleep.

Will seriously consider exchanging his heart with yours.

Kid

He's so bad at dealing with emotions like love and saying "I love you"s, but after the incident the first thing he does when you open your eyes is to say those three exact words.

The regret he felt when he thought he was going to lose you forever and the fact that one of you could die tomorrow has never been more apparent, so he will push him to become more open with verbally showing his love.

Overprotectiveness multiplied by 927495 times.

Becomes super sensitive and short-tempered when someone he doesn't know/trust tries to touch you.

Gentle and Kid don't go together but he tries. He tries really hard to help you with your recovery.

Despite this, he'll personally train with you every now and then. He needs reassurance that you'll be able to take care of yourself in the end, because as much as he wants to, Kid can't always watch you 24/7.

He doesn't realize it himself but he'll become more aware of his surroundings whenever you're around now.

His crew members are usually independent people, but he might consider having a buddy system after the incident. Just in case.

Killer

Will get very withdrawn at first.

You'll have to be the one who approaches him and ask what's wrong.

Only then he'll spill the insecurities that's been boiling inside him; how he failed to protect you, and whether it would be better for you to be with someone else who's a protector, not a killer.

It'll take much persuasion on your part to assure him that you only want him, not anyone else.

Killer has never been too protective in the first place, preferring to leave you to your own devices so you won't feel that he's being overbearing. But when his mind is set, after the incident he'll be hanging around you more if he's not attending to Kid.

Expect him to hover around you like a silent guard dog.

I headcanon the Kid Pirates don't really have a "real" doctor - the members who have little medical knowledge have a rotation schedule to take care of injured people. But after the whole thing with Kid losing an arm and now this, Killer is frantic in looking for crewmembers who will actually know what they're doing.

Doflamingo

Look, Doffy is a selfish, selfish man, and he's no saint. And his love, well, it's heavy and it's just as twisted as he is what'd you expect.

If your freedom resulted in you endangering yourself like that then he has no issues robbing it away from you.

Because clearly you can't take care of yourself. You're too weak and the world nearly took you away from him. And the worst part is that he nearly allowed it to happen.

If there's anything he learned from this experience, it's that the most precious treasures should be stowed away to prevent spoilage and thieves.

So I can see him locking you away and not letting you do anything.

Always has his officers escort you everywhere you go within his castle.

You want fresh air? Just go to the balcony.

You want to take a walk in the city? He can get the palace garden rearranged every week; you can take your walks there.

You better get used to living like a bird whose wings have been clipped.

... Hey, at least your birdcage is made of polished gold?

Sabo

Throughout your journey of recovery, his feral side will be turned up by a notch.

Boy will literally hiss and try to claw out people's eyes for hurting you or hindering your recuperation.

Like his brothers, he becomes more clingier, and will sulk if you tell him off.

If you're ever feeling saddened by the fact that he had to essentially give up half his life to you, he'll always be there to remind you that he doesn't regret anything and would even do it again (so you better stay safe).

If you're a revolutionary like him, Sabo would beg you to not go on missions for a while.

He's not above pleading with Dragon to try to convince him that you're still recovering (even months after your actual recovery).

Normally he keeps in touch with you whenever he's on his missions, but now he makes sure there are other people around you whom he can contact and ask about your wellbeing.

Gradually over time his overprotectiveness mellows out, but it doesn't mean that his resolve to protect you is less stronger.

He's more determined than ever to bring a change to the world, for the betterment of it will keep you safer.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #sanji #portgas d. ace #trafalgar law #eustass kid #killer #donquixote doflamingo #sabo #headcanon

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hi~ I came to say I love your blog and your HC QwQ if you’re still taking requests. Can I ask for a HC of how some of the SNK guys (specially Reiner) behave when their s/o is on their period? Because this is the times when I feel the most body pain T-T

hi hi!! omg thank you so much, this makes me really happy 🥺😭 i'm so happy to read you like my blog 🤩 and yep i'm taking requests! and wow that one is nice, we on pain (T ^ T). i hope you like it!

❁ shingeki characters!

❁ reiner, eren, armin, jean, connie, porco, levi.

reiner:

- he’s so worried.

- literally he’s trembling because your body hurts to the point you need to cry

- “sweetie are you okay? do you want something?”

- you’re literally dying inside but managed to smile at him.

- “i’m fine, i need just a little bit of heat on my back, please”

- you were asking for a hot towel or something, but reiner put both of his hands on your back, rubbing it.

- his hands are always so hot.

- “does this help?” you nod.

- his hands rubbing your lower back felt so good you just wanted to stay like that forever.

- he always goes to the shop and buys pads for you, but you have to be really specific with the name cause reiner is afraid to fail and buy you some that are uncomfortable for you.

- “this ones? the girl of the market told me there is a new model but i thought maybe you don’t like it or something so i bought what you’ve asked for.”

- he usually helps with the domestic tasks everyday, but when you’re on your period, he doesn’t want you to move.

- “what do you want to eat?”

- “but i can cook...”

- “just stay there, maybe if you stand for a long time it will hurt more”

eren:

- he doesn’t know what’s going on the 90% of the time, but he tries his best to help you.

- he buys you pads but he got the wrong ones most of the times.

- he calls you while being in front of the menstrual pad shelf in the supermarket.

- “honey there are at least a hundred types of pads, what am i supposed to buy?”

- "just take normal ones with wings"

- he ended buying four different types for you to decide wich one you're using and giving the rest to your friends.

- "just choose the one that feels better and give the rest to mikasa or historia"

- he's so bad at care but you still appreciate his effort

- "should i prepare you a bath?"

- "please"

- he washes your hair while you're bathing and helps you to not die of cold.

- and he puts his hand on your breast while you sleep because he knows it hurts, and that way hurts less, being warm and held.

- he also lets you sleep half of the day without waking you up.

armin:

- he reads about every symptom you have.

- back pain? uterine contractions

- stomach ache? abdominal cramps

- desire to cry? hormonal imbalance

- he knows what happens to your body and knows how to take care of it.

- “i read that you should do some yoga positions to ease the pain.”

- you didn’t want to because it really hurts, but once he helped you, you felt better.

- he makes you eat healthy things because he knows chocolate will only make you feel worst.

- “i know you want to have pizza, but you need things with iron to avoid anemia”

- your periods were more bearable since you two started dating.

jean:

- cuddles cuddles cuddles

- he knows is physical pain, but he also wants to comfort you mentally because he knows that your period is also mental pain.

- “babe, i prepared you a cinnamon infusion, i’ve read that they help a lot.”

- right after giving you the infusion, he will wrap you in blankets and hug you a lot.

- “do you want to sleep? watch a film? go for a walk? just tell me.”

- he talks to you a lot to distract you from pain.

- he also hugs you every time you start crying from pain, massaging your belly, trying to make it hurt less.

- you cling to him while he kisses your hair.

- “i want to rip my uterus”

- “please wait until we have a baby”

- he likes to kiss you a lot, like even more than on normal days, to remember you that you have him by your side.

- and you’re really thankful for him.

- “if i could exchange myself for you, i would suffer them”

- that’s so sweet of him but he will probably die of pain.

connie:

- he tries to make you laugh but laughing feels like niagara falls down there.

- it's so uncomfortable you tell him to please stop.

- "sorry, sorry, i thought laugh would help you."

- he sits with you and watches your favorite series, even when he doesn't like them.

- he keeps kidding in any way, because is the only way he masters to make you feel better.

- "should i call sasha? she also has her period so you two maybe know what to do"

- you shake your head because you want to spend your clingy quality time with him.

- "wow i read on google that girls period syncronizates when two girls live togheter, like icloud sync?"

- "connie please my belly hurts if i laugh"

- "it was a serious ask!"

porco:

- he's sad because you're off that week.

- he wants to treasure you and hug you a lot.

- he's also soft on your period days.

- he treats you like a princess those days.

- and well, the rest of them too

- he also says that if you have high sexual desire he has 0 problem with doing it

- but in anyway he cares a lot for you.

- and he is always asking you what do you need.

- "a glass of water? a yogurt? ice cream? hot chocolate? cuddles? kisses? need me to leave?"

- "if you sit with me it would be nice"

- he's your personal desire maker, he does everything you want him to do.

- he also waits awake until you're able to sleep, and then he checks on you everytime you move or make a sound.

- "are you awake?" he usually whispers. when he has no answer, he continues sleeping.

- he wakes you up with a lot of kisses.

levi:

- he doesn’t care to wash your dirty clothes.

- he also prepares you hot drinks

- he pats your head everytim you tell him you're feeling worse

- he brushes your hair because he knows you love it.

- "your hair is so beautiful..."

- he prepares you bubble baths and gives you massages with lavender oil.

- he insists in buying pads together so if he needs to buy them alone, he will know which ones buy

- and he's the one that has control of your period to help you when it starts.

- he really worries when you got bad periods, when your head hurts and you can't eat.

- he rubs your stomach every time you ask him to.

- "is this cool? less pressure?"

- "no, it's on point..."

- he sleeps being the big spoon when you two usually sleep face to face, but his warm body against your back helps you with the pain.

- his arms are also heating up your belly.

- "are you feeling better?" he asks silently, but he only answer he gets is your quite breath back.

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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fall into your blu

pairing: seokjin x female reader

summary: “You don’t have to look like Beyoncé for me to be attracted to you.”

genre: friends to lovers; fluff; slow burn? kinda

warnings: there’s like a brief joking mention of booty calls; oc is like securely insecure; not much else really lol

rating: pg

wc: 7.1k

“I’m sorry I can’t... accept... this?” She winced, closing the door behind him. Felt kind of bad for not letting him get more than five feet into her place before shooting him down. She just didn’t want to have this conversation outside her building. Felt worse for referring to his confession as if it were a dirty gym sock.

His face fell. “Why not?” She doesn’t know what he thought would happen in this situation honestly. They’ve been friends for a good few years. Jin’s seen what she’s like when these kinds of things happen.

“Because I’m not pretty,” she stated plainly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, to her, it was.

“You are,” he refuted.

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. She consumed enough media and spent enough time around actual pretty people in her lifetime to note the difference.

“You are to me.”

And well, okay, she wasn’t going to argue with him. Wasn’t any point in that. “But, like, I’m not, and I mean that’s fine for me. Like I accepted it a while ago, but it’s not fine for you.”

And it was fine. Not being pretty wasn’t the end of. It didn’t make her any less valuable as a person. In fact, it helped her develop a top tier personality. Also, less people bothered her and she didn’t have to worry about anyone having high expectations for her simply because of her appearance. Sure, she cried over her lack of physical beauty every few months, but who didn’t? Such was life as a twenty something.

“Are you saying this because you don’t like me? You can just tell me if you don’t.” He asked, narrowing his eyes at her, trying to read between the lines of her statement. There wasn’t anything underlying it, though.

“I mean... honestly I can’t say that I’ve put too much thought into us, like, together. But that’s, mainly because you’re out of my league.” Sure when they first met sometimes he’d smile at her and her heart would drop or her stomach would erupt with butterflies when he texted her, but she never let it get much further than that. Nipped it right in the bud. There was no point in a two pining over a ten. Okay, she didn’t see herself quite as a two. On her best days, she was a solid five maybe a five and a half with confidence but still. So, she settled into the role of friend easily and she liked it there. There was no ambiguity, she didn’t have to torture herself trying to analyze every little thing he did and said to her because there was no possibility of more. Until now, she guessed.

“I’m literally not?” He was.

“You are though.” Jin opened his mouth but she shook her head explaining further. “Objectively speaking, you’re very handsome and you’re a good dude on top of that. We’re friends right?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay and friends should push each other to do better. which is why I can’t accept... your feelings?” She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that he could possibly want to be anything other than friends. She couldn’t believe they were actually friends. The only time she was friends with straight males were when they were friends with her pretty friends and thus were forced into spending time with her and realized she was actually cool aside from, like, not being pretty. “You can get someone who’s hot and a good person.”

“What if I don’t want someone who’s hot and a good person?”

“Then you’re stupid,” she snorted. “I want someone who’s hot and a good person.”

“You literally just said I was both of those things.”

“Yeah, but that’s unrealistic. What would we look like walking next to each other holding hands?”

“A couple.”

She curled her lips at him. “Yeah, a couple of clowns.”

His lips dropped into a small pout clearly unamused with her line of reasoning, which again was very confusing seeing as she was spitting facts. The logic was impenetrable. “I’m being serious,” he whined, “ It took a lot to work up the courage to say something, and you’re kind of breaking my heart.”

And, well she didn’t want that. Like, she didn’t do feelings. Most days she’d rather die than emote, but she ain’t want to break his heart. She sighed, sitting on the couch and running her hands down her face, decidedly tucking her humor-coated defense mechanism away and tried to level with him. “I just don’t understand where all this is coming from?”

Which wasn’t the entire truth. She noticed he was acting a bit different toward her, a little more soft (lending her his jacket and tucking her underneath his arm when she was cold), a tad more vulnerable (sometimes when she asked the classic ‘how are you?’ he actually told her instead of responding ‘i’m fine’), a bit more thoughtful (when she was over his place the other day and was feeling a bit peckish he had some of her favorite snacks, even the ones he didn’t particularly care for. She looked at him like he had grown a second head, but he shrugged it off with a ‘you like it, don’t you?’). So, she can’t say this is all completely coming from left field, but she genuinely didn’t expect a confession. Didn’t expect him to grab her hand before she could go inside after dropping her off from their day out and tell her “I like you. I like you so much.”

Absently, she wonders if their outing had been some sort of ‘not date’ date. Now that she was thinking about it, they’d been spending a lot of time together just the two of them lately. The first few times when he invited her out she’d come expecting at least a few of their other friends to be with him, but didn’t really think much of their absence. She enjoyed his company and didn’t want him to think otherwise.

She also wonders if she had been subconsciously leading him on. She never actually rejected any of his advances, if that’s what they actually were. When he wrapped his arm around her, she leaned into his touch. It was, it was odd, but not unwelcome because she was cold. When he confided in her, she listened and tried her best to be comforting and boost him up. As a friend, she felt that was her obligation. When he bought her snacks or paid for her meals, she didn’t put up too much of a fight because well a) free food and b) she treated more than a few times.

“You don’t have to look like Beyoncé for me to be attracted to you.”

She stared at him blankly. He had a point there. Even though she wasn’t anything to write home about and despite her earlier declaration that she wanted someone who was hot, she definitely had crushes on a few people who were worse for wear to say the least. She also knew that if he was here telling her about anyone else, Beyoncé or not, she’d be happy telling him to go for it. But, it wasn’t anyone else. It was her. And, her brain was quite literally short circuiting at the thought of him… and her… them… together.

Her silence was perturbing him. She could tell by the way he forced a smile onto his face and stood up. “Hey, look, don’t worry about it. It’s, it’s fine. I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

But, she wasn’t worried about that. She knew they’d be okay. They had the same personality type. They were very similar in many ways. She knew that if she really wasn’t for it, they’d still be friends. She would give him a little space, and if they happened to be brought together through their mutual friends she’d ignore whatever crush he’d allowed himself to develop and pretend everything was fine. Jin would deal with his feelings privately and put on a smile in front of her. It might be a bit awkward for a while, but they’d be okay. She knew that. It’s why she reached out her hand, interlocking their fingers, to stop him before he walked away.

“Hey, don’t– don’t go. I mean, you can if you want to, but like–“ What was she trying to say? If you looked into her brain it’d probably resemble that one episode of spongebob when all the files got thrown out trying to figure out fine dining and everything was up in flames. The little hers running around her mind didn’t know what to do. She took a deep breath. “Like I said before, I haven’t really thought about us, but I’m not… opposed to it.”

His shoulders slouched and he released a breath looking back down at her, squeezing her palm. “Okay, okay, that’s good. A chance is all I’m asking for.” He shot her a small smile, then flicked her forehead. “I’ll still go, though. Let you get a head start on thinking. I know it takes you a while.”

Her jaw dropped feeling utterly scandalised. “I changed my mind. I don’t even wanna be friends anymore.”

“Pffftttt. You wouldn’t be able to live without me.”

She scoffed in return. “Yeah right. In your dreams.”

“Yes, you are.” He dropped a wink and spun out the door.

She stared blankly in his wake. Did he just admit to dreaming about her?

She sank down further in the bathtub, face being the only thing left unsubmerged. Well, her face and like the entirety of her legs. They were leant against the wall of the shower. She wasn’t tall by any means, but her tub definitely was not meant for the soaking she liked to do.

Despite being young, she felt like she inhabited the body of someone twice her age and could honestly lay semi conscious in hot water (nearing cool by the time she got out) until you couldn’t distinguish her from a dried date. She also just liked being in the bathroom because it was the only place she was truly alone and disconnected. Well, her phone was always an arms length away because not having her phone nearby gave her anxiety and not every time she entered a bathroom did she want to be left to her thoughts. Too much time in her mind was detrimental to her mental well-being.

However, she had a lot to dissect tonight. She thought taking a bath would calm her down and while it did help channel her thoughts a bit, it did nothing to stop the fluttering in her heart. It was nice to know that she was liked. That someone saw something in her she didn’t see in herself. It also helped that said person was one of the most objectively handsome people she’s ever seen. But, that’s what worried her the most. It was fine that he liked her. It would be fine if that was all it was. If she could live in this purgatory of being liked, of having his attention no strings attached she would. She held the upper hand. He essentially handed his heart over to her while hers was still firmly beating in her own chest. But, what would happen if she started to reciprocate his feelings? If she gave him her heart in return?

Because the thing is, she knows it would be easy to give into him. It was easy being his friend. They just clicked in all the right places. It’s not like they were super close. Like, they’d definitely grown closer over the last few months, enthralling each other in late night text conversations and sending so many voice messages one could argue that they’d might as well been on a phone call (that consumed a very different level of social energy they both rarely could expel tho), but again it wasn’t the fear of losing him that made her hesitate. It was the fear of losing herself. If she gave herself over to him fully and somewhere along the line he decided he didn’t want her, it’d devastate her. She could almost see the heartbreak, the loss of self esteem, the ongoing existential crises from there. It was scary.

And it’s not like she thought Jin would intentionally hurt her because she didn’t; she trusted him. He was very honest and sincere. It was something she greatly admired about him. He was soft in all the places she was hard. Rounded in all the places she was sharp, and it made her grateful that life was kind of enough to grant him such privileges. Life hadn’t been as kind to her. When you grow up not being pretty on top of lacking social skills on top of having uncommon interests, things tend to be a bit different, more difficult.

Still, she wondered when would she ever get this opportunity again? It’d taken this long for one to arise, who knows if another chance would ever come. And as much as she liked to think about each and every way this situation could go wrong she owed it to Jin, to herself, to think about what could happen if things went right. Typically hope and expectations were squashed down immediately. It was the number one way to play yourself, but just this once she allowed her mind to wander to the optimism deep within.

Them as a couple seemed a bit far fetched from a bird’s eye view, but personally she could kind of see them together. She could see herself happy with him and vice versa. Could almost make out him staring at her in adoration. Maybe they could be in love. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself. But maybe. Just maybe, it might work.

She felt strange. In a good way. Kind of like she unlocked some sort of hidden secret to life. She felt normal. And, it’s not like she was some kind of weird, misfit, loner. She was cool. She had a good group of friends. She had acquaintances. Her coworkers all liked her and they bonded over their mutual dissatisfaction with their place of employment. But, she’d never had whatever this was. Sure, she’s been the object of a few people’s affections but never ones she would ever think about looking twice at. In turn, she’s had a few crushes who didn’t look in her direction. This was different though, Jin was looking at her and he was… definitely in her peripherals.

It wasn’t as if years of repressed feelings came rushing to the surface when he told her he liked her because they genuinely weren’t like that. But, the more she toyed with the idea the more appealing it sounded. She couldn’t allow herself to dive head first though. She needed to be sure this was real. It’s why she texted him after a few days of very little interaction, only signs of life in the videos she sent him from tiktok and his phone generated reactions.

[6:42pm] y/n: you up? 👀

She tried to be as casual as possible, but she’d never been this nervous texting him before. A little afraid he’d rescind his confession.

[6:45pm] jinnie from the block: it’s not even 7 why wouldn’t i be up

[6:47pm] y/n: ion know 🤷‍♀️ i heard old people go to sleep early

[6:47pm] y/n: have dinner round bout 4 and sleep by the time sun sets

[6:48pm] jinnie from the block: omg i’m not that much older than you

[6:48pm] jinnie from the block: anyway what’s up? this a booty call??

She nearly dropped her phone on her face.

[6:48pm] y/n: JIN ADSFLJADSFLJ

[6:48pm] y/n: have some decency booty call hours are between 10pm and 3am

[6:49pm] y/n: ion make them kinds of propositions in the light of day 😤🤚

[6:49pm] y/n: no omg i just wanted to know if you wanted to grab lunch tomorrow?

[6:51pm] jinnie from the block: booty ✍️ call ✍️ between ✍️ 10 ✍️ and ✍️ 3 ✍️. Got it.

[6:52pm] jinnie from the block: you asking me out on a date??? 👁👄👁

Her brain short circuited once again. Was she asking him out on a date? She didn’t think she was. She might’ve been. She was going to tell him that she was going to give him the chance he asked for. Things would change a little after that, wouldn’t they? They’d be like seeing each other. She was probably making this a bigger deal than it needed to be. She could tell she definitely was when he texted her again after she failed to respond for five minutes.

[6:57pm] jinnie from the block: hey sorry i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable

[6:58pm] jinnie from the block: i was just joking. it doesn’t have to be a date

[7:01pm] y/n: lol no ur fine that was fine i’m just being 🤠😃🤡

[7:02pm] y/n: i mean it’s not not a date

[7:02pm] y/n: like what really is a date 🧐

[7:03pm] y/n: according to google it’s a social or romantic appointment or engagement so i guess technically it is a date

[7:04pm] jinnie from the block: sweet ❤️ where we going

Now she was standing in front of the place they’d arranged to meet up, telling herself to calm down. No need to be feeling lightheaded at the sight of Jin. It was just her friend who liked her. Her friend that could be her boyfriend in a few weeks. It was fine. Everything was fine. She decidedly squashed the majority of those feelings down and entered the building. She was already ten minutes late, but he should’ve known by now that time was relative to her.

She circled her head around the area trying to spot him. She for sure saw his car in the lot. It didn’t take long to find him seated in a booth at the far corner of the restaurant. Was a wave a sufficient greeting? Was she supposed to hug him? A handshake would be weird, right? Why was she so unfamiliar with the protocol for this situation? So caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized she already approached the table and was hovering awkwardly next to it.

He scrunched his face up at her. “Don’t be weird about it. Sit down.”

“I’m not being weird about it.” She was. But, like, now she didn’t know where to sit. Across from him? That left room for a lot of eye contact. Did she want that? Sitting next to him felt rather intimate though. She didn’t get to make that decision as Jin rolled his eyes and pulled her down into the spot next to him then flicked her head. She let out a small squeak at the action. “Why you keep doing that?”

“Because you keep being weird.”

“I’m cooler than you,” she scoffed.

“Are you?”

“Yes,” she bit back before retracting her answer, giggling. “No. Well, maybe. See you act weird and then apologise for it. I never apologise for my weird behaviour.”

He raised one brow at her. “And that makes you cooler than me?”

“Uh, yah. In movies, the cool girl is always the one who’s quirky and never apologises for being so.”

“Mhm. Okay,” he said dismissively, beginning to peruse the menu. “If you could be in a movie, which one would you be in?”

“A bug’s life,” she replied immediately.

His eyes widened, looking down at her. “No hesitation? A Bug’s Life? Have you been waiting to be asked this your whole life?”

She shrugged. “No, it was just the first movie that popped into my head. I’ll stick to it, though. You got an innovative social outcast who brings together a ragtag bunch of misfits who end up starting and winning a class war and saving their people from subsequent oppression. Overthrowing the bourgeoisie? Now that’s what I’ve been waiting my whole life to do.”

He chuckled. “I can’t believe you just used the word ragtag.”

“Using the word ragtag is also something I’ve been waiting my whole life to do. There are surprisingly little opportunities to use it. You know what else there is surprisingly little of? Quicksand.”

From there they launched into conversation about any and everything. She was talking so much, so animatedly that she barely touched her food. She’d take a bite every now and then when he tapped her plate with his utensils, but he ultimately picked at her food more than she did, stealing small bites in between her musings on various conspiracy theories. It wasn’t rare for her to not eat while engaged in conversation, but it was rare for her to be engaged so deeply in conversation outside her really close girl friends. She took a mental note at the fact and added it to the ever growing list of reasons why being with him wouldn’t be so bad.

At some point, she’d begun to turn towards him, so much so that by the time she’d gotten a to-go box for the rest of her meal that she was nearly completely facing him. He was listening to her ramble on about straws being a cash grab by the fast food industry with his elbow on the table, head propped up on his hand, a small smile gracing his face when he reached for her hair sweeping a few strands that escaped from the mass of curls she had pinned back away from her eye. She stopped talking instantly, mind going blank. She ain’t never had her hair swept back, her face gently caressed by a man.

“You’re blushing.”

“Am not,” she protested, face heating up further.

“You are.”

She wanted to knock the amused smirk off his face. Retribution would come at some point. “I’m brown. You can’t tell if I’m blushing.”

He snorted. “It’s written all over your face and,” he pressed a palm to her cheek, “your cheeks are on fire.”

She smacked his hand away. “They’re not. I’m just naturally hot blooded.” That was a lie. They both knew it.

“You’re anemic. You are the coldest person I know. You cry when the weather drops below 70.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, hiding her face in her hands. It was in her moment of shame, unintentionally expressing feelings, that she remembered the whole reason they were there in the first place. She always forgot herself once she got started up on the bourgeoisie. Still, she was unsure how to approach the topic. She wrestled back and forth for a few seconds before mentally shrugging. Direct was probably best. They were both grown. “So… you like me?”

He gulped, seemingly nervous at the shift in topic. “Hey, listen, like I said don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

“I mean… if you want me to forget about it I will. Otherwise, I was willing to worry about it.”

His eyes widened at you, catching your gaze before looking downwards. “Really?”

She smacked his arm, sliding out of the booth and grabbing the bag holding her food which he took out of her hand after he slid out. “What? You think I’m mean or something?” To be fair she was a little mean, but she wasn’t cruel. “You think I would sit here and have lunch with you if I was gonna tell you to leave me alone after?”

“I don’t know! You were calling me bro this whole time. I thought you were preparing me for the friendzone!”

She rolled her eyes. “Bro, I call everyone bro.”

“That’s not true. You call children honey,” he corrected, holding the door open for her.

She pursed her lips at him. It was weird to know that Jin had been actively perceiving her. Like he just knew stuff about her. And it’s not like she didn’t know anything about him; they’d been friends for a while. But, she didn’t pay special attention to things like how he addressed children. It made her feel… something. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” she gesticulated wildly trying to figure out the right words to say. “I don’t know. It’s weird that you notice me. That you like me. Nobody likes me.”

“My name’s Seokjin actually,” he joked. She rolled her eyes. “Besides I’ve been noticing you for a while, there’s a lot to like,” he admitted, voice softening.

Her heart squeezed in her chest. She liked the way he made her feel. It was scary, but she liked it. She liked it so much that she threw caution to the wind and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together as they walked side by side. She could feel him burning a whole into the side of her face, but she refused to make eye contact. She was acting so out of character. She was going to have a serious chat with herself later. “Don’t be weird about it,” she mimicked.

He giggled but stopped staring at her so she guessed it was alright. “You into PDA?”

“Ummm… I don’t think so? It doesn’t seem like something I’d be very into. I mean, this is okay,” she answered, swinging their conjoined hands slightly before tacking on, “Is this– is this okay for you?” and looking up timidly.

“This is okay for me,” he confirmed, squeezing her hand. “You’re so cute. You try to act all icy like you’re the abominable snowman, but really you’re just bigfoot.”

“I can’t believe you just called me cute and bigfoot in the same sentence.”

“Well, you’re definitely not a normal creature.”

“But, why I gotta be a cryptid?”

“What would you prefer to be?”

She mulled it over for a few moments. “Nah. You’re right bigfoot works for me. A myth and a legend is what I strive to be.”

“It’s what you already are.”

She smiled to herself as they continued walking. She didn’t know where they were going seeing as they both drove but didn’t speak up. She liked this. Liked how normal everything felt. They were like how they always were except now they held hands and flirted a little. It was nice.

“Hey,” he said a few minutes later, pulling her from her thoughts, loosening his grip on her hand and opening the door to an ice cream shop. Hmmm. A man with a plan. Nice. “You wanna go to Jimin’s later? He invited me yesterday.”

“Is Jungkook gonna be there?” She asked absentmindedly, filling her cup with various flavours.

“Why?”

“He’s my little brother, and I love him.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “He’s six months older than you and Korean.”

“First of all, families can look however they want. It’s what’s on the inside the counts. Has Lilo and Stitch taught you nothing? Ohana means family,” she countered, sitting at one of the tables. “Second, age is a social construct.”

“Alright, I can let you slide on your first point, but age is not a social construct.”

“It is, though. Think about it. What is one year? The time it takes the earth to revolve around the sun. The earth was just in a slightly different position than it was when he was born from when I was born. Think about it in terms of light years. 1 light year is about 5.9 trillion miles. The earth travels about 584 million miles around the sun. Cut that in half and you get 292 million miles. Which is like 5 hundredths of 1 light year. Scale that down and you’re literally sitting further than how much older Jungkook is than me.”

He stared blankly at her. “You say so much nonsense on a regular basis that I forget how smart you are. But, also it’s impressive how you’re able to say such nonsense in such an intelligent manner.”

“It’s part of my charm.”.

He shook his head. “Anyway, Jungkook?”

“He owes me $10. Keeps asking me to buy him snacks or adding his stuff to mine when we go to the convenience store. If he’s there, I plan to attack.” He hummed in response. “What about Yoongi? And before you ask me why, it’s because he’s my soulmate.”

“I hate to break it to you babe, but Yoongi is my soulmate.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I don’t. I’ve known him longer.”

She scoffed. “Okay, and? In most dramas they introduce the second male lead first. You just paved the way for me homie.”

“You and Yoongi are the same person and therefore cannot be soulmates.”

She paused mid bite. “That’s fair. I guess he can be my duplicate and your soulmate. I would say he’s my twin, but he already banned me from calling him that.”

“So, you in?”

“Mmm… I guess.” A thought suddenly occurred to her. “What are we gonna do about–“ she gestured between the two of them, “Like, I mean I know this is like, brand new, fresh from the womb. But–“

“They know,” he breathed out through a laugh, ending her rambling.

“They know?” Her eyebrows shot up. They knew? Was she the only one in their group oblivious to his feelings?

“Well, they know everything up until what happened today. You mad?” he asked, obviously worried at the possibility of upsetting her.

She wasn’t particularly nosy. Wouldn’t have pried too much even if she suspected something was up. Still she didn’t like being out the loop. But, she guessed she was the most in the loop now, so there wasn’t really anything to be upset about now. Only thing she could hope for is that whatever they were doing worked out. It’d be humiliating otherwise. “Nah. Those are your boys. I get it.”

He was allowed to talk to them about his life even if it did involve her. Even if they were friends as well. She would eventually tell her girls. She was just a bit emotionally stunted and unnecessarily private so it took longer to open up about her life. She would tell them sometime soon. Or they would find out from one of the guys and be cornered into spilling everything. Whichever came first. That was, if this even amounted to anything.

She hoped it did.

Thirty minutes before she was supposed to get off, she sent a text to Jin letting him know she definitely would not be getting off in thirty minutes. It sucked because she hadn’t seen him in a week, and they were supposed to be going on a date tonight. There was no way, though, that she could leave her department in good conscience. She just added it to the ever growing list of frustrations that had been piling up.

Today was the third day in a row her coworkers left the entire day’s work for her during the night. How could two people waste eight hours (sixteen total) doing absolutely nothing? She didn’t like to work herself but she did it because that was what she was being paid to do. She did it because she hated for others to be left with an overwhelming amount of tasks. Apparently, she was the only one who shared such a sentiment in her department.

To add insult to injury she also hadn’t slept very well that night, she didn't get a chance to eat or drink today, and she missed Jin. She took a deep breath, pushing away the burning sensation building behind her eyes and kept moving.

Within five minutes of entering her home, she was in the shower eager to wash the day away. She sighed deeply as the hot water hit her shoulders, cascading down the rest of her body. It allowed her to get rid of the thoughts of work. She didn’t like to bring it home physically or mentally. What happened happened. Knowing her coworkers it would probably happen again. She truly liked them as people but sometimes their work ethic made her want to strangle them.

Now her main concern was Jin. They’d been dating for a little over a month and a half. Or, well, seeing each other. Things still hadn’t been labelled. They went on dates though. Was that considered dating? She made a mental note to google dating. Either way, she missed him. A lot. More than she thought she would. And, it’s not like they saw each other every single day, but seven consecutive days was a lot. She’s kind of grateful for it though. It made her realize how much she liked him. Up until now, she was still approaching everything surrounding him with a healthy level of skepticism. Feeling him out. Feeling herself out. Trying to see if continuing down this road was really worth it. If it was something she truly wanted not because she liked to be liked but because she liked him.

And, she did. So much. Before he was just her very chaotic friend. Her go-to for group shenanigans. But when she really paid attention to him, there was just so much to like. She liked how he texted her good morning and good night every day. First, she thought it was corny. Asked him why he was texting her like her grandma only for her heart to end up in a puddle when he told her he had to let her know he was thinking of her when he first woke up and just before he went to sleep. She liked how respectful he was of her boundaries (even when she didn’t necessarily want him to be). “I know I have a bit of a head start, so I’m sorry if that was too much. I don’t want to rush you,” he’d apologized a few weeks ago after kissing her cheek while dropping her home. It caught her a bit off guard, yeah, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Like at all. And yeah she did still like how chaotic he was. Liked how he helped her beat up Jungkook that one night (she didn’t really want any money back. She never minded buying him snacks here and there. Just didn’t want him to know that and get too comfortable. Had to keep the upper hand for the big sister agenda). He was still her best friend and she liked that.

She planned on telling him as much tonight, which was why this turn of events was so upsetting. Deep down she knew that a few more days wouldn’t be so bad. It wasn’t a life or death situation. It would be fine. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that. But, as it stood none of her basic needs were being met and her day was awful and she just couldn’t bring the little optimism that lived deep, deep, deep down within her to the surface. So, it was with a heavy heart that she got dressed following her shower and began her daily stare down with the contents of her refrigerator.

She has no idea why she didn’t stop and get food before she came home. She knew she ain’t have anything. Can’t imagine why she thought ‘the food at the crib’ (rotting spinach, a tangerine, and cranberry-grape juice) was gonna sustain her. A whine bubbled up in her throat and the burning sensation behind her eyes returned with a vengeance. She was seconds away from unloading the emotional baggage the week packed onto her, when a knock sounded at the door.

Quickly, she swallowed back all her feelings and prayed whoever decided to show up would be quick lest they be subject to her breakdown. Yet, it was precisely the person at the door who launched her breakdown into full speed.

Jin. With takeout.

She was so overcome with emotion at the sight of him that she immediately burst into tears. She made it a point not to cry too often because it was an ordeal for her. Her eyes got all red and puffy and she got a headache then she needed to sleep. An ordeal. Probably because when she cried she tended to cry for her past, present, and future; but that was a story for a therapy session she’d probably never go to.

He quickly sat the food down on her coffee table and wrapped her in his arms as she gave way to tears. She cried for all the bad things she’d been going through. She cried for the week they spent apart. She cried for the awful day she had. She cried because her next shift would probably be just as bad. Unexpectedly, though, she also cried tears of relief. She was so relieved that Jin was there. She’s missed him so much. She was relieved he brought food because she was starving. She was relieved he cared about her at all. “What are you doing here?” she hiccuped out, attempting to even out her breathing and draw this crying spell to a close.

“I still wanted to hang out tonight,” he explained gently, “Also my spidey senses told me you hadn’t ate yet.”

She choked out a laugh, nuzzling her face further into his chest. Not quite ready to leave the cocoon she’d trapped herself in. She needed a moment to gather herself and her thoughts together because the urge to spill her guts was raging. She knew the second she looked into his eyes she’d be giving her heart to him. Also, she really enjoyed the way his hands rubbed circles on her back.

They stayed huddled for a couple more minutes before she pulled back, looking up at him. He was so beautiful up close it was unreal. He brought his hands up from her waist, cupping her cheeks, wiping away a few stray tears with his thumb. “Don’t look at me like that. I know I look like a teletubby right now.”

“You actually look like Mrs. Puff.”

She stuttered out another laugh, smacking his chest noting the wet patch she left. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“It’ll dry.” He dropped his hands back down, this time settling upon her hips. “Are you okay? You wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head. Didn’t feel like rehashing her day. Would rather live in this moment. “Just a very long day and I– I, um–“ she gulped, forcing the words out “–I missed you.” She was on a roll now. Might as well get it all out there. “A lot. And… I really like you Seokjin. I’m sorry it took so long to say it. But, um, yeah I do. And, I want to be with you.”

Her eyes remained firmly fixed on his chest, heat washing over her form. Why did she feel so embarrassed right now? It’s not like he was going to reject her. Still, she refused to meet his gaze. That was until he lifted her chin with his finger. “I’m going to kiss you now.” Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. “Don’t be weird about it,” he smiled, cupping her face with one hand and bringing the hand at her hip to her neck, pressing their lips together.

She knew it was coming. He literally announced it before he started kissing her, but it didn’t stop her entire body from tensing up the second as she felt the gentle pressure of his lips against hers. In fact, she felt herself astral projecting, soul hovering just outside of her body to confirm it was inhabiting the right person. Then, all at once she came back to herself and melted into his touch slowly bringing her arms to wrap around his waist. Why hadn’t they been doing this the whole time? When will she be able to do it again?

He gently sucked on her bottom lip for a few seconds before pulling away slightly leaving a series of pecks in his wake. He rested his forehead against hers as they broke apart. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like she was gonna throw up. Or cry. Or both. This probably wasn’t the best position for him. He had a good few inches on her. Still, she didn’t want to pop the bubble they’d created. That was until her stomach loudly rumbled doing exactly that.

Her mind then became solely preoccupied with obtaining some form of sustenance. “What kind of food did you bring?” she asked, dropping to her knees in front of the coffee table where the abandoned takeout was sitting and rifling through the bags herself. “Chinese. Nice.”

He chuckled in disbelief. “That’s my girl.”

“So… you’re my boyfriend now,” she stated leaning back against the couch once her food tunnel vision widened out. Which was, like, kind of a big deal. She was never one to define relationships even if it was pretty obvious. Didn’t like to take the chance of being rejected. But, he’d put himself out there enough. She could do this one thing and she was like 87.2% sure they were on the same page.

“It seems so.”

He wrapped an arm around her tugging her closer before pressing a kiss against her cheek. Warmth flooded through her system and her heart began to swell followed by a wave of mortification as she thought about what this really meant. “Bro, this is so embarrassing.”

“Hey!” he whined. The arm used to cuddle her was now being used to keep her in a headlock.

“F in the chat for our fallen soldier.” She fake sniffled. “What am I supposed to tell Yoongi? We made a pact. We were supposed to die alone together.”

“Suddenly, I’m regretting this entire thing.”

“We have to put up an iron wall in front of the boys. I have a reputation to protect. They can’t know I feel.”

“We’ve been dating for almost 2 months already.” So, it was dating.

“Yeah, but they were being oddly nice about it,” she pouted. They were. They knew her. Knew this was way out of her comfort zone and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. And, they definitely didn’t want to do or say anything to mess this up for Jin. But, now that they were official she’s sure pandora’s box was about to be opened. Everything they’d been holding back was going to be unleashed. “It’s all over now. The teasing will be relentless.”

“I’m your boyfriend now. You’re my girlfriend. I’ll protect you,” he declared proudly.

She snorted. “Corny.” She loved it.

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april fool pranks with enhypen .•ᰔᩚ

➸ enhypen x reader (gender neutral)

➸ fluff!!

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⤷ these boys love to mess with you on the regular. but what happens if it’s april fools day?

heeseung

it was early in the morning when you woke up.

the room was ice cold, and you noticed that the space next to you was empty. so you assumed your lovely boyfriend was up and preparing breakfast.

“hee? can you please prepare me a toasty shower?”

“sure thing, bubs!” he shouted from outside the door.

while heeseung is preparing your bath, you proceeded to prepare your work for the day. spring break completely slipped from your mind as you turned on your laptop.

unbeknownst to you tho, heeseung had a different plan. he already knew you had no classes, which he took advantage of to execute his plan.

one that is perfect for april fool's day.

as we all know, our boy is very fond of dad jokes. so he decided to pull a prank on you, instead of just reminding you that you have no classes.

oh, he will prepare you a toasty shower alright.

it was only a few minutes later when heeseung tells you your shower is ready.

“y/n, it’s ready!”

you rushed to the bathroom with your towel in hand to see literal toasts littered all over the bathroom.

this sent you into panic mode because there is no way you will make it to your class on time.

“i want to be mad at you, but i don’t have the time right now. so please just help me clean this up.”

heeseung leaned on the doorway with a stupid smile on his face as he watches you scramble about.

“HEE?! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?!” you yelled when you noticed him just standing there.

he laughs harder, crouching down on his knees. “y/n, you don’t have any classes today. it’s your spring break remember?”

this made you freeze in place. with a look of disbelief, you dropped your towel in shock.

and you guessed that the look you had on your face was absolutely priceless when heeseung laughs even harder.

let’s just say his plan was a success.

jay

definitely the type to cook for you, especially when you’re stressed or whenever you’re feeling hungry for something.

you were sitting at the back of the bus when he called asking you what you want for dinner.

“what do you want for dinner?” he asked.

“fish sounds good right now.” you expected him to hang up and leave to the kitchen to work his magic, but jay didn’t say anything.

“just fish?” he deadpanned.

you stared at your phone in confusion, eyebrows raised. “yes??”

jay huffs and crosses his arms (but you don’t know that), clearly offended. “i expected you to ask for something fancy. clearly my cooking skills just limited to fish.”

“baby, wha-”

“fish it is then. hurry back home, i’ll have a surprise waiting for you.” then he hang up.

once you got home, you immediately rushed to the kitchen to see how dinner was going.

but jay quickly blocked you from entering the kitchen.

“nope, dinner is not done yet. why don’t you relax first. i have everything under control.”

“uhmm okayy??”

you let him push you into your shared room so that you could relax.

it wasn’t long before jay excitedly told you dinner was ready.

“finally, i’m so hungry.”

“close your eyes, this is the surprise.” jay pulls you into the dining room and guides you to the table.

when he finally uncoveresd your eyes, you were faced with a gummy fish with ketchup on the side.

with a huff, you turn to jay with a smile, picking up the spoon while at it.

jay gulped at this.

“jay?”

“hmm?”

“run.”

with that, jay runs away from you and prepares for the worst.

jake

“babe, hear me out. what about we get another dog?” jake pouts.

you sigh, “i’m sorry jakey, but we don’t have the time.”

ever since you met layla, jake kept asking you for another dog. saying that layla needs a friend.

but you always rejected this because both of you were very busy individuals. so getting another dog would be a hassle.

besides, layla is enough 🥺

jake decides it’s hopeless arguing about this with you.

so he decided to mess with you.

he finds a picture of a coyote on the internet, and inserts it in photoshop to make it more believable.

he sends it to you while you were out with your friends, so you clearly did not see this one coming.

when you opened his message, you eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

‘y/n look! i saw this dog on the street so i bought it home.’ then he sends a picture of the coyote in your living room.

‘i also bought its friend.’ another picture of a coyote outside your house.

you nearly have a panic attack when you got home.

“WHERE IS IT?!” you yelled, searching through the house, looking for the coyote.

jake chuckles and holds up his phone.

“happy april fools, love.”

sunghoon

for the past month you’ve been saying you were on a diet.

and guess what.

sunghoon is done with it.

because you weren’t really dieting at this point.

“hoon, can you buy doughnuts for me. i’m craving for some sweets.”

he turns to you, “but aren’t you on a diet?”

this caught you off guard.

you say nothing.

sunghoon also says nothing.

he was just mainly waiting for you to admit that you are not on a diet anymore.

“it’s my cheat day today.” of course, that was the only excuse you could come up with.

sunghoon groans at your cuteness.

“fineeee.” he drags out the word. sunghoon slides out of his seat, grabbing his wallet to buy your doughnuts.

he comes back into the living room with a box of doughnuts.

but what made you confused was that he was holding a fork.

“you’re eating with a fork?”

“no, you are.”

you ignore his comment, hands gripping on the box.

sunghoon smiles at your eagerness.

but your smile turns into a frown when you finally got to see what’s inside the box.

you asked for doughnuts.

he got you a salad instead.

“now, here is your fork.” sunghoon hands you the fork.

“bu-”

“no buts. now, eat your greens.” he pecks your cheek.

sunoo

this boy LOVES doing you hair.

he comes up with so many hairstyles that you can’t even count them.

so on a particular day, he comes up to you asking if he could do your hair.

since he does this almost everyday, you let him do his thing.

“i have this crazy idea for your hair today.” he practically drags you to your seat on the sofa.

sunoo goes quiet when his hands carded through your hair. his touch was feather-like, which makes you a bit sleepy.

and eventually, you fall asleep.

he leans into your ear, “i love you, and i‘m so sorry for what i’m about to do.”

sunoo notices this, making him slightly guilty about what he’s going to do next.

then his evil plan came into play.

when he’s finally done with your hair, sunoo gently shakes you awake.

“hmm? what? you’re done already?”

sunoo almost cracks from laughter when you got up from your position on the sofa.

“how do i look?” you pointed at you hair, unaware of the disaster on top of your head.

“cute, you look cute.” sunoo chuckles at the end of his sentence.

you grew suspicious at this, so you dash to the closest mirror you could find.

your jaw dropped open in shock at the sight of your hair.

this

boy

made

you

into

oompa loompa

“MY HAIR!!”

“YOU’RE AN ADORABLE OOMPA LOOMPA THO!”

jungwon

“so, we‘ve been together for a while now, right?”

jungwon turns his head down to look at you.

“yeah, been the happiest i’ve ever been.” you say without thinking.

jungwon stops from combing his hand in your hair. he drops his hand on your head. “i really care for you, y/n.”

okay, you both said ‘i love you’ without actually saying ‘i love you.’

you both fall asleep tangled under the sheets.

let’s just say, jungwon has a gift for you the next day.

you woke up to birds chirping and the smell of breakfast. you mindlessly felt around the space next to you, searching for jungwon’s warmth.

but his side was empty.

so you got up with no choice, but to look for him.

and there he was. he was standing in front of the counter with a black box in his hands.

jungwon smiles at you, and slides the box to you.

“what’s in the box, won?” you asked him.

“why don’t you find out.” he says, exiting the kitchen.

once he was out of the kitchen, jungwon hid behind the wall, hidden in plain sight.

he watches you open the box in confusion. he observes the way your lips lift into a smile.

you open the box to a ring.

you try picking up the ring from the box, but it was too heavy.

so you pulled harder to find that it wasn’t a ring at all.

it was a mug.

“so, did you like it?” jungwon stands next to you with a teasing grin on his face.

“i expected a ring, but this is so much better. now i can drink my hot chocolate from this.” you raise the mug.

jungwon laughs at your response, but it was only for a second. “i’ll get you a ring some day. but for now, enjoy your hot chocolate.”

ni-ki

you recently purchased a mirror online, but you didn’t know where you could hang it.

and you kinda needed some help with the hanging the mirror part.

so you ask your boyfriend ni-ki to help you set the mirror in place.

and being the obedient boyfriend that he is, ni-ki agreed to help you.

ni-ki already knows where he’ll place the mirror.

he waited for you to leave first before he did anything.

so when the day finally came, and you said that you’ll be running an errand, he knew he had to take this chance.

oh and would you look at that.

it's april fools day.

how perfect.

ni-ki stands up when he hears the door close shut.

he runs to the mirror and walks with it around the house.

he stops at a blank wall, it was perfect.

so, he hangs it up.

but not exactly what you’re expecting.

the boy hangs it to a height where you won’t be able to use the mirror.

he made sure the mirror was higher than the tip of your head.

ni-ki nearly topples in laughter as he imagines the look on your face when you come back home.

and he was right.

your reaction was the best.

“NI-KI, I CAN’T SEE A THING.”

“what, i’m sorry. talk to me when you get taller, that’s said with love.”

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love-patient-0s-writing-world · 3 years

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More Rantaro Headcanons

Class: SFW

CW: None (let me know if you want me to tag something)

Note: I swear I don’t only do Rantaro and Shuichi the rest are being worked on

You know his iconic green hair

Weeeelllll it’s dyed :O

He’s got aggressively dark brown hair

I mean he still looks really hot so-👀

Him with that dark brown hair and freckles

A ✨natural✨ look if you will

You’d change his name to “My Cowboy❤️” on your phone

You can imagine the fun time you both have when it comes to hydrating his poor bleached and dyed hair

Roots what’s that???

He makes sure that his ✨true color✨ never shows

If he does decide to let his roots grow out he really would be an avocado

Also please tell him he looks pretty or hot or handsome

Basically just compliment him when he decides to let it grow out

*gasp* “Who’s this handsome man standing in my bathroom with those luxurious locks and that cute butt?”

He let out a soft laugh “Good morning to you too (Y/N).”

Anytime you call him “Becky with the good hair” he’ll end up having to stifle his giggles

When he starts laughing and I mean laughing he’ll start snorting at first it’s little ones but the longer he goes on the louder they get

He likes sharing jewelry with you (don’t worry he sanitizes everything to hell and back)

We all know he’s rich as hell

This dork would buy so many couple’s jewelry

Especially rings

He got an Animal Crossing themed set of couple’s rings when the game came out

Ever need or want fashion advice he’s the person to go to

Whether at home or in a store he will compliment you until you believe you’re the snack you are no matter the clothes

He’ll raid your closet when you two are done

And look better than you in your own clothes

Please wear his stuff too

He thinks you looks adorable in them

Something he enjoys doing is making you breakfast in bed

If you’re in a tough spot or super stressed out he’ll make sure you dont lift a finger the entire day

Wanna take a bath? The tub is being filled

Want a massage? Soft spa music will start playing

Wanna watch a movie? Netflix is already open

Want to only cuddle all day in bed? His arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat

Basically Rantaro is the best boyfriend to exist

His new talent title is now Ultimate Boyfriend

He loves you so much you don’t even know

But don’t let his calm exterior fool you

He fears losing you a lot

Both as a romantic partner and literally losing you like how he lost his sisters (he was able to find them but is scared that’ll happen again)

It’s the second one that he worries about the most though

Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist

If you’re uncomfy with PDA

He’ll ask if he could hold onto a piece of your shirt while you two are out

If you’re wearing pants that have belt loops he’ll hook a finger onto one of them

Rantaro Amami being the little spoon? It’s more likely than you think.

When he’s having not so great days there’s nothing better than curling up in your arms with his face buried in your neck

Likes laying his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat

It reminds him that you’re here with him and not lost in some place where he’ll never find you

Give him forehead kisses whenever he’s like this, it really cheers him up

Smiley lil avocado💚

Give him all type of kissies in general (he really likes your lips)

Lowkey touch starved but it’s subtle kinda

If you’re cooking or just standing somewhere, he’ll just come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist

If you’re constantly cold, congratulations you have a lil heater for a boyfriend

He quite literally makes you melt

Gives the absolute best hugs and cuddles ever

Make sure to give your avocado love and affection everyday as it will help him grow stronger

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

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feitania · 2 years

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We missed you in here Poppy!

Wanna give a welcome back by shipping your moots?

Hope everything is fine and that you feel better now!

wow, that was a nice good morning notification on my phone - not gonna lie this warmed my cold, cold heart.

I didn't really interact with many the past months so I hope they don't mind me tagging and hooking them up. It's safe to say all of my moots deserve the best version of the characters I'm shipping them with

@chronic-claire-universe has hanma shuji wrapped around her little finger - I wanted to call on haitani ran first - who only narrowly lost and remains second- but then I realized that hanma would be a better ride or die partner for her - something she deserves. He might be a cocky asshole but would also give her the moon and the stars without a second thought if she wants them. He is the kind of man who only falls for one type of person but then he is absolutely smitten - claire happens to be this person

@wasurenagusaa definitely owns fushiguro Toji's heart - she knows exactly why. Big, strong, scary men fall to her feet and kiss her in devotion. She is level headed enough to speak her mind and stand her ground while simultaneously being able to put up gently with a force of nature like toji is. The typical infj man trope - like kakucho hitto - comes right after; maybe he's the type to marry while toji is the type to fuck around with.

@anthenais good god, I would love to put my name here to be honest - but a woman like her has men like shiba taiju on a tight leash. He forgets heaven and hell under her gaze - her words are his salvation. I just know she can turn a scary demon into a man bathed in light and love - geto suguru, being the more literate version, claims first place here. The scary dog privilege stays though.

@nkogneatho I know we didn't interact that much the last month and I'm actually really sad about that because she's one of the few people I can call kind and caring with clear conscience, which is why I would ship her with draken the most. She deserves a man who knows how to treat someone right, a gentleman in disguise of a hot fighter. Men like draken can give her security and a firm hand around her throat, whispering love confessions against her skin - the duality that also fits Wakatoshi Ushijima.

@venussins okay so - I know we haven't talked much but this is way too easy - nanami kento is the only standard here, if you reach that you can call yourself worth enough for loni. Loni is an incredible caring person and deserves the same amount of love she gives and nanami, albeit very careful with his emotions, can do that. He's someone who wouldn't kill, but live for her. He is mature, kind and gentle - making the small things important and taking importance out of stressful situations. Funny enough, Beelzebub comes in second and to be honest, I don't even know why. It's just... big strong but shy and gentle men for her.

@kocoir hi. hi I missen you, is that weird? Here is my take: kisaki. Jokes aside, a gemini/aries combo is something only people like Baji Keisuke can handle. I mean that man would burn cars for the hell of it - he thinks she hung the moon and stars and would probably smother her with all the gifts of random things he found/stole that made him think of her

@sixeyesgojo the last two ones are always the shortest because we haven't interacted for a while and the first person who always comes to my mind is Gojo satoru. The vibe, the humor, being funny and all over the place? Some people are just cut from the same cloth and fit together. It's the use of certain emojis I think.

I know she isn't here anymore and tbh I don't even know how to reach her but I still want to mention fae who has a special place in my heart, my rindous glasses to rans baton and she deserves eren who hast to share his place with lovely chifuyu matsuno

#advisors break #love you all still!#i hope it was okay to mention y'all #cause I just really wanted to hook you up #appointments #🖤moots

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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𖨆. 02 / all for us

summary: you’ve finally decided it was time to eat and bathe, but now that you aren’t worried about starving to death, you’re getting homesick. maybe a cup of tea and a movie is the best.

note: i, now, have a taglist for this series especially!! here’s the taglist form!! it will also be posted on the series masterlist!! much love <33

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: starvation, manipulation, abuse, slight panic attack, thoughts of suicide

IT'S been five days since you've had anything to eat.

your body is so weak from the lack of nutrients that you can't stand up on your own. your head is constantly aching from lack of food and you keep getting dizzy.

you feel like you're on the brink of death now, you can't even get out of bed to get yourself water out of your sink, shortening your life span if you keep this up. you feel yourself crying as you roll your body off of the bed and onto the floor.

hissing in pain, you dig your nails into the spruce hardwood floor.

"you are not weak for this. you're surviving," you whisper to yourself as you push yourself forwards with your arms.

it's so painful with the bruises. they rub up against your clothing, already irritating them a bit more than before, and now it's having pressure added onto it. your tears are blocking your sight, but you push on anyways. the door has never felt so far away.

you almost perk up when your nails scratch at the door. with weak fists, you bang at the door and call for one of the men that has captured you. your tears are dripping on the ground below you, forming a small puddle as they all bunch together.

"please," you croak, "please..."

the door is being unlocked and you feel as if all of your strength has been used at that moment. you lay still as your breath falters from your sobbing.

the door bumps against your head, shooting a sharp pain through your head. you can't find strength to care about it.

"so you're finally ready to listen. you look pathetic," you don't have to look up to tell it's levi speaking to you.

he calls out to erwin, telling him to fix you small and easy meal and to get you new clothes. he squats down and takes you into his arms bridal style.

if you weren't crying and letting out weak sobs, he would think your dead. you're so limp in his arms and your eyes are empty and droopy as they stare right through him. and it creeps him out.

he takes you into a bathroom with a tub, setting you gently on the toilet. he doesn't bother locking the door behind him, you're too weak to run away right now. levi's preparing you a bath, walking back and forth as he gets towels and soaps and checking the water.

you hiccup as you watch levi starting to remove that collar and chains around your neck, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, literally. he's undressing you, obviously trying to avert his cold eyes away from your body. you're gently laid in the bath, head resting against the rim.

levi's quiet as he pours a warm cup of water over your hair and face, squatting down to reach your level.

"stupid," he scoffs as he lathers up shampoo in his hands. he washes your hair gently.

"this isn't mine and erwin's fault," he shakes his head while he pours water over your head, "it's your fault. you refused our care."

you don't argue back, too tired to even think of a comeback. you also don't feel like getting beat any more than you already are. your eyelids are getting heavy, immediately shutting them as soon as you feel the pressure on them.

levi stares, mouth slightly parted as you breathe in and out through your nose. your cheek was sprinkled in the color crimson, his own handiwork made him cringe. he just sighs, now brushing through your locks of hair with conditioner coated on his hands.

he rinses his hands off, letting the conditioner stay there just for a few seconds so it can soak in. his eyes trail down your body, stopping at your bruised breast. he didn't even realize he hit you there.

he shrugs it off and gathers water into the small cup in his hand, pouring it over your head. he expects you to jump up at the water over your head but all you do is mumble. he wants to wash your body, specifically your underarms, but with you half asleep and barely able to stand on your own without him holding onto you, he can't.

he clicks his tongue and pulls out the cover up blocking the drain. he grabs you by the arm, ignoring the whimper of pain that you let out, and pulls you up onto your wobbling feet. he helps you step out of the tub and wraps a fluffy pink towel around your shoulders, carefully sitting you onto the toilet again.

the bath water is a little murky and levi cringes at it because he knows it'll leave a ring around the tub. he'll clean it up later.

erwin's opening the door, a pile of clothes in his large hands.

"she's all tuckered out," he chuckles, handing off the clothes to levi.

"yeah. don't know how, she's barely done anything. must be the hunger or something," levi shrugs and watches the folded clothing come undone as he holds the hemline between his fingers.

"maybe we were too harsh on her."

"no, we weren't. we can't trust her. believe it or not, but forks can hurt whenever you put force into them when you stab someone. she could've hurt one of us or herself," he folds the clothes over his arm and holds out a hand.

erwin hands him underwear, "i suppose you're right."

"i'm always right," levi carefully puts on your underwear for you.

erwin rolls his eyes at levi's comment, "make sure to dry her hair."

"i know what i'm doing," he snaps, "go put her food in her room."

erwin complies, swinging the door shut behind him as he goes to fetch your food.

you've barely processed their conversation, too focused on levi's hands putting you in a satin light grey nightgown that ends just below your knees. the bishop sleeves keep your arms warm and cold at the same time, in fact, the whole material of the dress does as well. the neckline is a v-neck, not that you mind too much because of the risk you might get too hot.

"do i...," you manage to mumble, "do i have to wear this to sleep...?"

"yeah, unless you feel like sleeping in just underwear. i don't think you want that though," he scoffs as he towels off your damp hair.

you don't reply, far too tired to even say a 'whatever' to him. you let your forehead come into contact with his hip, taking in the cold temperature radiating off of his body. you want to nuzzle into his hip, but thankfully you have enough will to not do so. it reminds you of your friend, pieck, and her cat like tendencies. the memory has you letting out a pained laugh.

levi can feel his face getting warmer at every movement you make with your head, but he manages to play it off because of the towel blocking your view. he throws the towel into the basket by the tub, hand silently stroking at the back of your head in comfort.

it doesn't give you comfort. but you don't let it show.

levi's grabbing a hair brush, a clean and new one, and running it through your (hair type) locks. there are far too many tangles from the lack of care you've been giving your hair, but not enough to make a knot.

levi then pulls out a block of deodorant from the cabinet below the sink. it's unused and you can smell the scent of flowers on it as he brings it closer. his hands slide up your dress with caution, trying to avoid coming into contact with your bruised body.

he manages to put on the deodorant easily. he picks you back up with a grunt, eyebrows furrowing at your pained expression. he's placing you back onto your bed in just a matter of seconds, throwing the covers over your legs.

erwin's sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a fork with food already on it. your eyes are droopy while you look at erwin.

you don't eat a lot, they're in fear that you might throw everything up if fed too fast. you don't blame them, you haven't eaten in five miserable days. it's best to be cautious.

"scooby...," you manage to whisper out, eyes fluttering shut.

"she wants to watch scooby doo even though she's already asleep," levi huffs with the shaking of his head, grabbing the tray from erwin's hands.

erwin follows after levi, closing the door behind the both of them and locking it.

"she seems to be getting adjusted," erwin notes while standing behind levi and watching him wash the dishes.

"only because she was on the brink of death. let's just hope she learned from it," levi's aggressively scrubbing the plate with a sponge.

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you lay in your bed a few days later, the feeling of homesickness is eating you up inside. did no one care? did anyone even notice you vanished? where was everyone? what were they doing?

you think of zeke. the man you were sort of dating, it's complicated. well, it was. now, it's just nonexistent.

zeke was out of the country for a bit, something to do with work. he left you with a kiss on the forehead and a hug. you wonder if he's texted you.

you think of pieck. oh my god, she's had to have noticed by now. she's your best friend, she lives with you. but the memory of the two of you fighting right before you were kidnapped comes flooding back, and you deflate. if you weren't in the house then pieck would probably think it was normal.

what about porco? reiner? your guys friends who act like guard dogs towards you. where were they? did they notice? surely they had to, you never not text them back.

bertholdt? your close friend that you also worked with him. he was a music prodigy and he texted you almost everyday. did he notice?

you're breathing erratically as you sit up and clutch your hands over your ringing ears. where were they? where even was your phone?

you're gonna get killed before you can tell any of them that you love them. the thought has you crying and tugging at your hair. you were so mean to pieck before you were kidnapped. you hadn't talked to zeke since the day of your kidnapping, who probably wasn't worried because he was busy with work.

when will you see them again? will you ever even get to see them again?

'maybe after death,' you think, eyes darting up to the mirror on your vanity.

you slap yourself upside the head, slapping away the thought. you struggle to get onto your feet, but when you do, you're banging at the door for levi and erwin again.

you have to know if they're okay, to know if they know you're gone. you step away from the door at the sound of keys jingling and their footsteps.

"what are you freaking out about now," levi's being followed by erwin.

"my friends... did.. did you tell them i was okay," with a boost of confidence, your gripping at levi's biceps.

"get your filthy hands off of me," he smacks them away.

"yes, we did tell them you were going away. we said you decided on a vacation," erwin speaks and watches your eyes dart back to the mirror.

"fuck," you whisper to yourself. everyone would believe you'd go on vacation, you had been stressed with your job for the past month.

"levi's gonna make you some tea and then we can all chat, we were about to do so anyways," erwin's hand rubs at your back as he pulls you close to him.

levi leaves the room, following the orders of erwin. erwin, on the other hand, is cooing at you.

"no one's going to miss you," he whispers in a sweet tone and it gives you goosebumps, "no one at all."

you know it's not true. it can't be true. zeke would miss you. reiner would miss you, pieck, porco, bertholdt. they'd all miss you.... right?

"we're the only ones who care, no one else cares," his grip tightens.

"want to know what that girl said," you hear the arrogance in his voice, and you can't do anything to stop it since he's buried your face in his chest.

"she said she was glad you were on vacation. she said that it was good that she didn't have to see you," yoy hiccup against his chest, pieck couldn't have said that, right?

he pulls away finally, satisfied at your expressionless face—if you overlook the tears. you can't give in, pieck would never say that. never in a million years would she say that, even if she hated your guts.

right?

levi comes back in, hands holding a tray that has teacups and a pot of tea on it. levi goes to the area with three chairs, setting the tray onto the coffee table and sitting himself down in one. erwin follows behind him, leaving the chair in between them open for you to sit.

they stare at you expectedly, it makes you uncomfortable so you decide to just deal with it and sit with them.

"what tea is this," erwin asks while levi pours everyone a cup.

"earl grey, what else do we have," levi hands a cup to erwin and then to you.

you hold it by the handle, silently admiring the cup's delicate and intricate design. you try to ignore the voice in the back of your head to break it on the ground and slash your neck open. you want to drink it too, it smells absolutely perfect, but if you hold it any longer you might just listen to that voice.

you set it back down, left hand immediately grabbing at your right wrist. you didn't trust yourself to make a move on your own, if you did you fear it might end up with a shard of glass at your throat.

erwin's ice eyes stare at your wrist and hand, taking in how your knuckles were white and the skin on your arm was reddening.

"just say if you want handcuffs," erwin sips at his tea and looks away.

"what," you flinch at his voice interrupting the quiet that was once there.

his comment has you looking at your hands, which you let go of at the sight of the irritation.

"sorry," you shrug and lean back in your chair.

"good. can't have you hurting your hands," levi comments, eyes staring outside of the bay window.

"speaking of that," you sigh, "why do you always leave my hands alone. you've shown no mercy to my arms, so why my hands?"

"when you're good enough, you'll be allowed to play the piano," erwin crosses a leg over the other, ankle resting on his knee.

"play? for who? there's no one in this empty house but us," you scoff and cross your arms.

"me. and there's more people here than you think," levi's giving you a small smirk, "you're just separated from them."

"it's hard to believe that you have friends, levi," you mumble loud enough for them to hear. your comment has erwin chuckling and levi rolling his eyes.

"i have friends, believe it or not. watch your attitude," he's putting his tea back onto the tray.

"i don't have an attitude," you sound like a child arguing with their parent.

erwin butts in the conversation before levi can get mad, "anyways, we will allow you to play if we think you've been good enough. levi likes the piano, remember?"

you bite down on your tongue to stop the words 'no but i remember getting kidnapped!!' from coming out of your mouth.

"when can i leave this room, it's too stuffy in here?"

"did you not just listen to erwin? he said when we feel you've been good enough. you've got to start by loosing the attitude," levi snaps his fingers irritatedly.

"how am i supposed to act?!"

"obedient," erwin's now standing over your chair, hands gripping the arms as he leans over you.

"like a dog," you look to levi at the sound of his voice, you try to make yourself smaller.

"you have on a chain and collar for a reason, don't you," erwin smiles gently, hand taking ahold of the chains while he stands up straight.

you choke when erwin tugs the chains towards himself, head knocking right against his stomach while the chains swing in the air and curl around his arm. his other arm swiftly grabs at jaw and forces you to look up at him with your chin pressed to his body.

erwin feels himself harden at the sight, your eyes are widened and your mouth his agape and panting because of the sudden cut off of air.

"just like that," he strokes his thumb along your jaw while you wonder what's caused a sudden change in him these past few days; he used to be so gentle. oh right, kidnapping.

his words have you turning hot, embarrassment hugging you from behind. it wasn't like you easily complied, you were forced to do so. you're also embarrassed because you can feel his hard-on against your sternum, and while you haven't thought about it before, you realize that erwin is fucking hung. you hope that you're not too good for them.

you're saying prayers in your head whenever levi speaks up, "i thought we came in here to watch a movie or something."

erwin lets you go, chains dropping from his arm as he does so. you sigh in relief as erwin grabs the remote from your bed and turns the tv on. you huff while you flop onto your bed and crawl up under your covers, knowing that you'll probably just fall asleep as you watch the movie.

unfortunately, this gives off the impression that you would like to be cuddled. levi's sliding under the covers with you, chest pressing against your back with arms wrapped around your waist. erwin follows soon after, inserting himself in your arms as he scrolls through the different movies at his disposal on the television. you're slightly frustrated at all of the physical contact, but you know that if you reject their advances it'll end up bad for you.

"put on heather's, please," you ask, which erwin obliges to.

as the movie goes on, you hope that they get the message.

you'll be veronica, and they'll be jd.

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simpingforsoftboys · 3 years

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Ways They Say “Ily” W/out Actually Saying It

Ft. Iwaoi and UshiTenSemi

!G/N reader!

So this will definitely be a series! Next up is BokuAka and Kuroken followed by SakuAtsu and SunaOsaKita.

Iwaoi

Hajime always has a supply of yours and Toru’s favorite snacks/foods on hand at any given moment

He knows how much of a hassle it can be to have to purchase your fav. “pick me up” snacks on a bad day- so he takes restocking very seriously

Speaking of food

Every once in a while he’ll make your favorite meal for dinner- just because he has the extra time, he claims- but in actuality making you your favorite food makes him feel closer to you

He’ll also do your laundry and put it away too! As well as perfectly iron your work uniforms and/or dress outfits

He’ll even wash your guy’s shoes and polish them too, but not say anything about it

If ya’ll don’t thank him, he won’t be sad, but he wants to at least hear that you noticed!

Toru is an Olympic athlete and you’re their lovely s/o- he’ll be damned if you two look anything less than like a model off a magazine

One last thing is how he lets you two cuddle up to him in the morning- after his second alarm has rung- and during his morning run time

It’s the way that he holds you two close and steady in his strong arms, letting you hear the thrum of his heartbeat and/or his calm breathing

Hajime won’t show his love verbally, most of the time it’s shown through little acts of service/skin ship

He’s a quiet but domestic sort of lover

Toru is... pretty lazy in terms of household chores

He’s not really one to care too much about mundane things

His love needs to be shown in big, extravagant ways

Like he’s the type to take you to the beach in summer, just to rent a gigantic lounge float- the type that’s main use is for day drinking- instead of taking you to a bar

Yes it’s relaxing but at this point why not just go to the local pub or something? It’d be cheaper- oh right because he needs to show Instagram that he’s an exceptional lover *cue eyeroll*

Nah, it’s actually because he wants to give you the best of both worlds- that of comfortable luxury and drunkenly passionate intimacy

Sometimes it annoys you and Hajime with how open he is with his love life on social media

But I promise it’s only because he loves you two so much and feels the constant need to brag about you

He does show it in smaller ways too

Like by holding the door open for you two, carrying your bags when shopping and paying for your purchases before you get the chance to even try

He’ll also take note of you and Haji’s current interests and occasionally buy you something *really* nice that he thinks you’ll love

He’s an open guy, but for you two he’ll willing indulge in the quiet moments of life

It’s okay if the rest of the world doesn’t see these moments- the ones where it’s just you three- like when you’re all in a bubble bath sipping that expensive champagne that costs way too much- and enjoying the way the tubs jets massage your back muscles.

Or when it’s 3 in the morning and he wakes up feeling hot and sweaty, only to find himself trapped between the loves of his life- and not having the heart to wake you up

Not even when Hajime drools on his shoulder, or when your hair tickles him through his shirt

Toru is loud and outspoken but it’s his quiet moments that really show his love for ya’ll

UshiTenSemi

Wakatoshi doesn’t really perceive things like most people

This includes romantic actions

He’ll do something if he feels it needs to be done- not out of love, but because it’s the most logical thing to do- and you three know that

I think his unspoken way of telling you he loves you is when he goes out of his way- logic be damned- to do something specific

Like that one time you wanted to buy the newest gaming console but all the pre orders were sold out, making the only way for you to get one “first come first serve”

This man decided that for you, it was okay if he didn’t follow his routine to a ‘t’

He said goodbye to his sleep schedule and awoke at 2:25 in the morning to make his way to the nearest Yamada Denki to stand in the freezing cold for nearly 6+ hours until the store opened.

He beat majority of the crowd and got you your console, even though he was 51,896 yen poorer, and his sleep schedule would take the rest of the week to get back on track, he decided it was all worth it to see that wide smile on your face

When he’s home he’ll wash some fruits and veggies for you guys and serve them to you on little snack trays to curb your appetite until the next meal

Speaking of food- he definitely cooks a light breakfast for ya’ll before he leaves for morning practice

Husband material right here-

Toshi’s love is like gravity in a way

There’s set laws of nature that applies to it- unquestionable and unchanging; something you’re perfectly understanding of- but the slightest change of it is so noticeable that it leaves you in a state of surprise, making you appreciate all that he had done before in a new light, and looking forward to seeing more of it during your daily life.

Satori is a sap and for what-

Like he’ll make all of you delicious little chocolate treats (but Wakatoshi’s is made differently so that it’s more healthy... because he’s an athlete and needs to watch his diet)

On that same note Eita can’t have much chocolate either... since it’s actually able to cause phlegm... oh well more for you I guess

When you oversleep he wakes you up by digging his long, w i g g l y fingers into your sides and TICKLES you

It’s a really nice way to wake up actually- laughing your sleepiness away

He loves seeing your laughter induced teary eyed gaze and wide smile in the morning- it fills him with more energy than a triple mocha frappe.

Something else he likes to do is have you lie on top of him and trail his fingers up and down your face

I mean this guy probably has A L L of your facial features memorized- but he really just likes to look at you- and see you gazing back

That last one is something only you and him do- Eita gets too flustered if Satori even tries, and Ushijima would just... kinda smile oddly, stare, and lay really still? Yeah as much as he loves your awkward miracle boy- it’s not as fun when he’s still as a statue and not relaxed

When he’s not being cute, Satori is dragging you three into his random adventures

Like it could be literally 1 am and he is up and raring to go to the beach

Ofc he won’t force anyone to come with him- but it’s not quite as fun without someone accompanying him

Occasionally he can convince Toshi and Eita to join- but for the most part it’s just you and him

Ya’ll always have a blast and make a bunch of fun memories

Did I mention that he comes to you first before your other two partners when he wants to go adventuring? Because he does-

Sometimes you go to watch the sunrise in his car but binge watch anime while waiting for the sunrise

He’s a spontaneous, fun lover- and he has the most fun when it’s with you

Eita is... surprisingly romantic too?

Like damn he writes love songs about your foursome RELIGIOUSLY

Hell over the course of your 5 or so years together he has written nearly 7 full albums dedicated to ya’ll-

Guess you’re an inspiration or smth

Even if you can’t sing WHATSOEVER this mans rose colored glasses effects are so prominent that he could listen to you for hours on end

No but seriously he is so obsessed with everyones voices (not that he’ll say it but like it’s obvious at this point)

I mean ya’lls vocal ranges are just so different!

Obvi Toshi has a bass voice, Satori has more of a baritone one (though he really does try to pass off as a tenor for some reason)- and then there’s you- it’s so interesting to him to hear you guys talk to each other (and sing-) because of how your voices overlap

He’s the type to buy you roses whenever he’s feeling extra appreciative and maybe a new set of lingerie or some silk night wear

I don’t know why but despite his extensive collection of leather EVERYTHING, he really enjoys seeing you in expensive, clothing

And then he won’t shut up about how attractive you are XD

Oh but he’ll also buy all four of you matching silk robes too so you can be comfy together

But don’t be posting about it on social media or anything- these are for your eyes ONLY! No one else should get to see his partners like this but him

Don’t even get me started about date nights

Because he’s insisting that everyone wear something of his

Dude you only have leather clothing wdym-

Unfortunately there’s a slight issue since everyone’s different sizes so he does the next best thing

He commissions custom made leather jackets for ya’ll

They have your initials and everything

Black leather with white and lavender print- reminiscent of Shiratorizawa days long passed

Eita appreciates all of you in his own cute ways, and loves seeing little bits of him on you because it makes him feel connected to you even more

#haikyuu poly au #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #semi eita x reader #ushijima x reader x tendou #ushiten x reader #ushitensemi x reader

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coccinelle-et-chaton · 3 years

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A Summer Treat

This the way I imagine the Ladynoir ice cream date in the Shanghai special happened. Told you Zag, you’ve robbed me of Adrien’s gushing long enough.

Chat Noir heaved as he and Ladybug landed on a rooftop after finishing patrol. He usually loved every second he got to spend with her, and while that was still true, it was also the middle of July and the hot, humid weather of Paris was no fun when you were forced to leap around well above any type of shade while wearing a skin-tight black suit.

He couldn’t wait to get home and jump into a cold bath.

“Why is it so hot today?” he complained as he struggled to catch his breath, collapsing onto the warm gravel. He pushed back his dampened hair from his forehead and fanned his face with his hand.

“It- it’s the summer, Chaton. What did you expect?” Ladybug said, equally tormented by the sunny Parisian afternoon.

“I blame climate change, I don’t remember it being so hot,” he said with a puff. “I’m sorry, my lady, you know I love to hang out with you after patrol but I’m melting in this suit. I literally could jump into the Seine right now.”

“It’s probably warm as soup,” Ladybug said, also pushing her bangs away from her face. “It’s okay, Chat. We can meet more often anyway, my school vacations just started.”

Normally, Chat would throw in a joke about her wanting to meet more often than usual, something about her not being able to resist his princely charm. At that moment, though, all he could think about was how he had just spotted Andre a couple of blocks away.

“Okay,” said Chat. “I’m going to detransform and go get some ice cream because I swear I’m about to have a heat stroke or something.”

Ladybug giggled at his dramatic antics and without thinking, she blurted out, “Oh my god, ice cream would be amazing right now.”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t make anything of that comment, that he didn’t get excited at the possibility. He wasn’t about to act on the opening, though. He knew how Ladybug felt about activities that were not strictly related to their superhero duties, so he only commented for her benefit, “Andre is three blocks that way in case you wanna get anything,” he said, pointing left.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, getting on her feet as she gave Chat Noir an expectant look.

It took a moment for Chat Noir to realize she was waiting for him.

“Wait, what--”

Ladybug’s summer-induced blush deepened at the realization Chat wasn’t actually inviting her to go with him. “I’m sorry! I thought-- oh, you meant--”

“No, no! “ Chat Noir hurried to say, scrambling to his feet and hardly being able to contain his happiness. “Let’s go, it’s my treat!”

Andre was delighted at their appearance and was quick to offer them as much ice cream as they wanted, for free. They politely declined, both flattered and a little embarrassed because he kept saying, “Only the best for Paris’ favorite sweethearts,'' as he enthusiastically crafted a cone for each. And though they usually corrected anyone who’d use that mistaken monicker they knew Andre meant well by it, so they let it slide.

Chat Noir produced a five Euro bill from one of his pockets and with ice cream in hand, went to join Ladybug by the promenade’s railing.

“I wonder why Tikki didn’t give me pockets,” Ladybug commented as she dug into the ice cream.

“I think you just have to want them,” Chat said as he took a big spoonful of his. “At least that’s what Plagg told me. The suit is what you want it to be.”

“You mean to tell me you literally had this,” Ladybug said, signaling at his suit. “Locked and loaded as a mental picture, just in case?”

Chat Noir chuckled, trying very, very hard to hide how he was practically vibrating with both excitement and nervousness at the fact Ladybug had finally taken him up on the offer to do something together after patrol. He was going to banter back with a self-deprecating joke about how his suit was inspired in all that anime he watched in his free time before becoming Chat Noir, but he decided against it fearing he might look uncool. Instead, he shrugged and grinned sheepishly at her. “I... have a good imagination?”

Ladybug laughed and shook her head as she took another spoonful of ice cream. “What flavors did you get?” she asked, seemingly unaware of Chat Noir’s struggle not to look like a hot mess.

“Uh... raspberry and passion fruit. You?”

“Mint and chocolate. Wanna try?” Ladybug offered him her cone so that he could take a scoop.

What is she doing? Chat Noir screamed in his thoughts. Is she... is she flirting? No, no. She’s just being friendly. We’re just friends. Friends share ice cream, right? Yes.

“Sure,” he said, taking a smidge with his little wooden spoon. “You want some of mine?”

Ladybug nodded and beamed at him as she scooped up some of his.

They continued eating their ice cream, occasionally taking spoonfuls of the other’s, as Ladybug carried the rest of their conversation. They continued to complain about the weather and casually listed generic summer activities they would do now that they had more free time. They agreed to meet every other day--much to Chat’s satisfaction-- and Ladybug even hinted at the fact she might take him up more often on his invitations to do things after patrol. At least while the summer permitted it.

With the ice creams out of sight and Chat Noir a blushing mess, Ladybug waved him goodbye.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Chaton. See you on Wednesday!”

“Yeah...” he said waving, sensing the dumb grin on his face but not finding it in himself to care if other people were watching.

Chat Noir vaulted back home and headed straight to the shower, desperate to get rid of the clamminess and sweat, and most of all, to be able to squeal to his heart’s content in the privacy of his own house.

Once back at the manor, Plagg moaned at himself anticipating Adrien’s hopeless romanticism would be especially insufferable that night. How did he know? It hadn’t been five minutes since they had arrived back home and Adrien was already blasting his Ladybug playlist--the one he liked to sing at the top of his lungs when he play-pretended his declarations of love for her.

“That’s alright, keep screaming. It’s not like I need my ears or anything,” Plagg grumbled as Adrien happily emerged from the shower.

He plopped down on his bed and let go of a long, dreamy sigh. “Plagg, she finally got ice cream with me!” he said, squealing and reaching for a pillow to hug as a proxy for his affection.

“She even let me have some of hers!” he said excitedly. “And you know? She said we could maybe have a picnic after patrol sometime!”

Plagg rolled his eyes. “You’re going to give me diabetes with all this disgusting sweetness.”

“Oh, she’s the best, Plagg! I can’t wait to see her again!” Adrien said, burying his face in his pillow, assaulted by the excitement and sheer lightheadedness that his lady inflicted on him.

Plagg smiled warmly at his young charge, but only because he knew he was not looking and he wouldn’t be witness to his sympathy. “You are a lost cause, kid,” he said with a chuckle.

He sighed again and reached for the drawer of his bedside table, producing a picture he had framed of her. He had taken it from Alya’s Ladyblog: It was him tangled in her yo-yo and hanging upside down from a lamppost, grinning, and with Ladybug laughing while she held onto the cable. He remembered that day, it was on their second-ever Akuma. Ladybug was still feeling a little unsure, a little scared about their new job because she had managed to accidentally trap Chat in her yoyo and the Akuma had escaped. He cracked a joke to help her relax, and it had worked, just as the picture showed. He looked at it adoringly and sighed.

“You’re the best, my lady.”

#did i write a fanfic about the shanghai special already?#yes. yes i did #adrien fangirling over ladybug #ladynoir #we stan a himbo in love #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #ml spoilers #ml shanghai special #miraculous world #ml fanfic

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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 3 years

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Request for @animewhump: she requested a sick!Inumaki, and I’m here to deliver. I hope that this is somewhat good!! Inumaki’s such a complex character to write, and since I haven’t read the manga (yet) everything’s even more complicated, but I did what I could…! Let me know what you think :)

TW in the tags.

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Inumaki wakes up feeling not too hot.

Quite literally.

Before he has the chance to ask Ieiri for some pills or whatever she is going to deem necessary, Gojou decides to drag Inumaki and the other second years outside, for training.

Not that he stays with them for long, anyway.

Something comes up, something that needs his attention, so he leaves his students alone, trusting their judgement when it comes to training individually and in groups without adult supervision.

In hindsight, Inumaki thinks, he is glad that Gojou isn’t there now. The teacher would probably sense his student’s discomfort immediately, and he would force him to train even harder.

Had it been someone else, someone with a little more tact, they would probably ask Inumaki to get some rest, but Gojou is… different, when it comes to handling problems like the one at hand.

Maki dries her forehead, panting slightly. She's sporting shorts and a T-shirt, wearing a cap to protect herself from the boiling sunheat, and Panda definitely looks too hot for comfort.

But Inumaki can't quite understand how.

He keeps pulling at his shirt, trying to wrap it tighter around his quaking shoulders, teeth chattering as if he were bathing in the Pacific Ocean in the middle of December. The sun does nothing to warm his freezing skinー it isn’t, he knows it isn’t, but it sure feels like itー and he is actually convinced that his toes are eventually going to fall off, at this rate.

“-ge, you okay there?” Panda calls, waving a paw from a few meters from where Inumaki is sitting on the grass. Even Maki turns around, cocking a concerned eyebrow at the boy’s unusual stiffness.

Normally, he’d be participating way more actively, but today something about Inumaki feels indubitably off.

“Inumaki? Hey, are you alrー”

“Salmon.”

Maki is there too, looming behind Panda. She crouches in front of Inumaki, bringing a careful hand forward. “Here, let me…”

Panda cuts in, approaching him, “You’re shaking pretty bad. Are you sick?”

Inumaki shakes his head, stubborn, averting his gaze, “Bonito flakes.”

Before she makes contact, however, Inumaki bolts upright, knees buckling under his weight. He takes a couple of tentative steps back, staggering, fists clenched at his sides as he snarls, “Bonito flakes!”

“Okay, okay.” Panda calls, eyes wide, taking a step back and extending one arm to force Maki to do the same, “But, huh, are you positive you're fine?”

“Salmon.” he nods, trying to keep the shaking at bay, to no avail. The young sorcerer sluggishly gets up from his spot, stumbling a bit but managing to stay upright. Lilac, half-lidded eyes blink at the offending sunlight that blinds them, and after taking a few steadying breathsー not that it works, reallyー Inumaki heads back to training, ignoring the concerned looks that are being casted in his direction.

Sparring continues without further interruptions, though Inumaki can feel himself getting weaker and weaker as seconds go by, bones freezing despite the melting heat of July. He feels jittery, clammy and wrong.

Well-aware of the piercing gazes of his friends, evidently keeping an eye on him, he tries to look fine. He doesn't like this, he's never liked being a problem, not when he can't even explicitly explain, not when he's forced to listen to the people around him play guess.

It's frustrating.

Sweaty palms reach to brush damp ash-grey hair off his forehead, as beads of sweat drip from the messy mane, down his forehead, onto his nose and cheeks.

He feels cold, and yet, he's uncomfortably aware of the heat radiating from his body. Maki’s blows ground him painfully, but he's aware of how dodging continuously will only result in his friends fussing over him, unnecessarily.

“Put some spirit into it, would you?” Maki grins, cocky, landing another blow that sends the boy stumbling backwards.

Panda watches from not too far away, humming.

Maki’s staff jabs at Inumaki’s shoulder, pushing him backwardsー she is definitely holding back, it's painfully obvious at this point. He manages to catch himself from falling, ending up a few steps away from his opponent. His weak knees are bent, and his hands attempt futilely to pry themselves away from the kneecaps they seem glued to. Inumaki struggles with each rasped, shallow inhale, trying to will the thick fog away.

He can't, he can't!

He needs to straighten up, to protect himself from the upcoming attacks. He's not allowed to slack like that, he needs to be physically strong too, because his technique has its limits, and he knows it far too well.

He knows he needs to focus, he's aware of the others’ gazes on him, and yet, before he can bring his eyes up to meet theirs, his vision flickers.

The suffocating darkness gets ahold of his being, overwhelms his senses, drags him under, deeper below the surface.

The sorcerer lets out a pitiful yelp, choked.

He's out before he even hits the ground.

Until, he doesn't.

Maki has seen it coming, she's been able to tell that her friend had been a push away from collapsing for a bit, and the confirmation comes when, after taking a few steps toward him, he doesn't acknowledge her at all, and drops like a sack of wet cement.

She leaps to cross the distance between them when Inumaki starts to bleach alarmingly fast during the fall, revealing the painfully obvious flush on his cheeks and eartips.

“Inumaki!!”

“Toge!!” Panda cries simultaneously from his position, running toward his friends. Maki hooks her arms under Inumaki’s armpits, and starts to lower him to the ground, wincing at the heat.

“Damn it, he’s burning up.” she hisses. Maki kneels next to her friend, patting his cheeks as she attempts to rouse him, to no avail.

Panda watches horrified as Inumaki’s face twists in discomfort, mouth gaping as he sputters shapeless sounds, eyelids twitching. He kneels to his other side, silent as Maki grabs Inumaki’s shoulders and shakes him slightly, hoping to make him come to, at last.

And, surprisingly, he does after a moment.

Inumaki shoots into an upright position with a cry, shaking uncontrollably in Maki’s hold. She can see just how disoriented and delirious her friend is, pinpoint pupils darting around like a deer in the headlights', struggling to breathe.

He’s sweating and shaking, trying to pry himself from the hands on his shouldersー stay back, stay back stay back stay back stay back…!

Maki sees Inumaki's lips start to move, and immediately lets go of him, urging Panda to step back, for their own safety, and Inumaki's, too. If he uses his technique now, he's going to get worse, and right now they can't afford that.

“Inumaki, it's okay, you're okay. It's us, it's Maki and Panda.” she speaks, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible, “You're sick, okay? Do you understand what I'm saying? Inumaki.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, nodding after an instant. The two other sorcerers relax visibly, shoulders sagging in relief.

“Can we come close, please?” Panda asks tentatively. Another nod, frantic.

And so they approach him again, careful with their movements, slow and calculated not to startle him further. Panda nods to Maki, and she nods back, trying to catch Inumaki's shifty gaze.

“I'm going to feel your forehead for a second. Can you tell me what's up?” Maki's tone is soft yet firm, determined to get to the bottom of this. Her slightly calloused hand sets itself onto Inumaki's forehead, and her olive-green eyes widen behind the square spectacles. She hisses without even realising it, and lets her hand shift and move down to touch the side of her friend's neck.

“Yeah, definitely a fever. High, too.”

“Geez, alright.” Panda swallows the lump in his throat. He's always been a bit of a worrywart, especially when it came to his two best friends, “How long have you been feeling sick, Toge? “Why didn't you tell us!?”

“N-nori seawe-ed, soy sau-sauce, rice? Bonito flakes, rice.” Inumaki wheezes, shaky, and collapses, colliding with Panda's fur. The latter frowns, and so does Maki.

“We're notー we didn't get that, sorry.” he apologises, mortified, “Toge, do you think you can text us what's wrong?” Panda adds, handing him his own phone.

Inumaki grabs it with unsteady hands, sweaty brow furrowed as he types, painfully slow. After a minute, he hands the device back to Panda, taking a breather.

I feel bad. My head hurts. It's too cold.

“We should probably get you out of the sun, then.” Panda cues, and Maki nods immediately, grabbing their stuff.

“Can you carry him?” she asks.

“Yeah, I got him. Call Gojou-sensei in the meantime, please.”

“Already on it.” Maki hums and heads toward Inumaki's room to get it ready, phone held between her ear and shoulder, praying for the teacher to pick up soon.

“I'm going to lift you, now. Hang in there, alright, bud?” Panda asks, no, pleads, and he feels Inumaki nod, just barely, but it's there and right now, it's all he needs.

As soon as she leaves, Panda lets his gaze fall onto Inumaki's again. Everything about the boy screams discomfort: his already-pale skin has lost even more color, and splotches of red cover his cheeks and ears. His hair is damp, plastered to his face uncomfortably, and Panda delicately brushes it off his eyes.

They're clouded, dull, and it's obvious that he's in pain.

Gently, oh-so carefully, he lifts Inumaki, arms hooked under his knees and behind his back, neck crooked uncomfortably when the boy's head lolls to his side and his face is buried into the fur that tickles his nose.

Panda walks slowly, trying not to jostle the sick sorcerer. He whimpers, half-choked wordsー he wasn't limiting himself to onigiri ingredients anymore, eitherー escaping his trembling lips, eyes fluttering.

“Shhh, it's alright, Toge. It's okay. We're almost there, your room isn't far. Maki already warned Gojou-sensei, and she's getting the room ready.” he hushes, tender.

Inumaki's dry sob is painfully grounding, and Panda's heart clenches in his chest.

“H'rs…” Inumaki slurs, and Panda almost freezes. It's not a command, per se, so it's not harmful, but he shouldn't be speaking now.

“I'm sorry.” Panda hums, sympathetic and worried, “Try not to talk. Rest. We're close, almost there.”

“Boni-ito fl-flakes.”

“Mh, ‘no’? What do you mean?”

Inumaki groans, fingers fisting the fur. It doesn't hurt, so Panda doesn't really mind. If it helps his friend to distract himself, then he won't tell him to stop.

Panda can feel Inumaki getting more limp, but the boy doesn't look like he's falling asleep, no. Instead, the young sorcerer seems exhausted, spent as if he'd just used his technique ten times in a row, on the brink of fainting.

The Cursed Corpse speeds up, and soon they're in front of Inumaki's room, door slightly ajar.

“I think he's getting worse, he looks so tired…” Panda says, and gingerly lays Inumaki down onto his bed. Maki's fast to take the boy's boots off, and she sets them on the windowsill.

“Panda, is that you?” Maki calls from the inside, and opens the door for her friends, stepping aside to allow Panda to walk in without making Inumaki bump into the doorframe.

“How is he?”

“I got a thermometer from Ieiri-sensei, and fever reducers if it gets too high.” she says, and Panda hums out in gratitude.

“And his mission?”

“Inumaki, hey.” Maki calls, running her fingers through his hair, and he only blinks sheepishly in response.

“I'm going to take your temperature. The thermometer's tip is cold, but bear with me for a moment.”

She slides the object under his sweaty armpit, and Inumaki shivers violently. Panda pats his head, and while Maki waits and makes sure that Inumaki doesn't move around too much, she looks at the other.

“Gojou-sensei will be here soon. I asked him to pick up some sports drinks, plus onigiri with pickled plum for Inumaki. Hopefully, he won't take too long.”

“Nothing he couldn't handle.” she reassures, “When I called sensei, he was already done. Ah, he says he got the first-years snacks, but nothing for us.”

“Cruel of him.” Panda chuckles.

Maki does the same, nodding, “Right!?”

The thermometer beeps, and Inumaki jumps, eyes wide. He coughs and sputters, and soon he's lifted to sit on the mattress, rather than to lie down on it, and a handー a paw－ runs up and down the whole lenght of his spine.

“40°C, fuck.” Maki bits at the same time, glancing at the offending numbers, “We need to cool him down.”

“There, there, breathe through it, Toge.” he says, handing the boy a glass of water that Maki had prepared beforehand.

He helps him drink, holding the glass for Inumaki. The cold liquid drips down his twitching chin, but he swallows a couple of sips and, surprisingly for him, he doesn't choke on it.

“Lukewarm bath. Or shower. Whatever he can handle.”

Panda hums, “What do you suggest?”

As they talk, Inumaki throws his head back, evidently against his friends' suggestions, and whimpers a plea, or what his friends have learntー through the yearsー to identify as such.

Before he can tell them to stop, Maki's not there anymore, and he hears her drawing a bath, testing the water to keep the temperature around 32°C, not too cold but cold enough to cool him down.

Hopefully.

“B-bonito flakes, bonito flー” he coughs again, bringing a fit up to stifle the cough. The glass is once again pressed against his lips, but he pulls away and shakes his head, teeth chattering, stomach twisting. “N-no, no pl-please.”

And, this time, Panda is forcedー quite literallyー to set the glass down. The fog that takes over the Cursed Corpse as Inumaki activates his technique soon fades, and he sighs.

“Toge, you need to stay hydrated. Your fever is very high, your body needs the water. Please, man.”

“Bon-bonito fla-kes.” he coughs, and Panda cringes. Maki pokes her head inside the room.

“Bath's ready. Can you strip him down, please?”

“Sure, but I'm going to leave his underwear on.” Panda nods.

“Duh, I wasn't planning on ever seeing Inumaki butt-naked, thanks. I already have enough trauma to deal with as it is, no need to add more.” Maki laughs, trying to ease the tension. It helps a bit.

Panda lifts Inumaki again and takes him to the bathroom, sitting him down on the lid of the toilet and taking his clothes, minus the boxers, off. Maki grabs the sweaty items and tosses them inside the laundry basket whilst Inumaki is gently lowered inside the water.

As soon as he's under the surface, up to his shoulders, he jerks and thrashes, crying out and sobbing as he struggles. Panda holds Inumaki's head to prevent him from accidentally drowning, whispering half-choked apologies, and Maki gently wipes a damp towel over his forehead and the part of his neck and chest that isn't underwater.

“Bonito flakes, b-bonito flakes!!” he yelps, face twisting up in pain, “Rice, mustard leaf, mu-mustard leaf, soy sauce…”

He's wailing, trying to get rid of the hands that are forcing him to stay inside the bathtub. It hurts, it hurts, it's too cold, he thinks he's dying, he knows he is.

He wants to get out, he's freezing, he's really freezing. Inumaki doesn't understand why they're doing this to him, he doesn't know what he did wrong, he doesn't know why his friends are punishing him like this.

He vaguely remembers using his technique on Panda, and it only sends him further down the spiral of panic that's clawing at his chest.

Inumaki's scared, and he's hurting. He just wants to get out of there, he needs to.

“Has he boiled over yet?” asks someone from the bathroom's doorstep, and he can't turn around, but he wants to, and maybe this person will help him.

Maki's tempted to snap at Gojou, but she doesn't. “Did you get the things I asked you, sensei?”

“Sure I did!” he chirps, waving the plastic bag, “I got cold patches too. Didn't know what brand to get, so I got a bunch of them.”

Maki and Panda thank their teacher, bowing their heads too. It's been ten minutes since Inumaki's been in the water, so Maki opts to take the boy out of it and into some dry, light clothes.

Panda helps him out of the tub, and Maki wraps a fluffy towel around his shoulders. Inumaki’s shaking like a leaf, whimpering miserably, and Maki wrapped the towel a little tighter, sighing worriedly. She places the back of her hand onto his forehead, and it feels a bit cooler than before, but they need to dry him off before they can take his temperature accurately again, so Maki asks Panda to hurry while she goes rummage through Inumaki’s drawers, retrieving a pair of clean boxers and a T-shirt.

“Here.” she says, passing the clothes to her friend, “Do you need help to change him?”

“No, I got this, don’t worry.” Panda smiles, though worry seeps clearly through his features.

Maki nods, “Okay, then I’ll pour him a glass of whatever Gojou-sensei bought, and I’ll ready a bowl with water and a towel, for later.” she says. Then, she closes the door behind herself to give the others some privacy.

Gojou is still there, and Maki’s surprised that her teacher’s caring enough to wait and see if his student is actually okay. As if on cue, he chuckles, shrugging, “What, shocked that I’m not as heartless as you kids make me out to be?”

“We have our reasons, sensei.” she says honest.

“I suppose you do, I’m not going to blame you guys for that.” Gojou laughs. A moment later, Panda comes out, carrying Inumaki. He sits him onto the mattress, back against the bedframe. Gojou tosses Panda the cold patches as he watches from a distance, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

Panda gently applies it to his friend’s forehead. Maki slides the thermometer under Inumaki’s armpit for the second time that day. It takes longer than the first time, but it’s a good thing, they know it is. As a matter of fact, the results are good, and Maki and Panda exhale in relief.

“39.4°C, more than half a degree lower than before.” Maki says, and Gojou nods satisfied and relieved, even if he wasn’t too worried to begin with, to be fair.

Inumaki does seem a bit more cognizant, but he’s silent, blinking slowly at his hands that rest on his lap. He swallows, and it’s the signal that friends’ have been waiting for.

“Here, slowly.” Panda says, helping him to drink from the glass. It’s not water, it’s sweeter and mildly bubbly, Inumaki notices, tempted to drink more. But his stomach’s upset from the heat, so he reluctantly pulls away after three medium sips.

“Hungry?” Maki says, grinning gently, “Gojou-sensei got you pickled plum onigiri.”

Inumaki nods, still shivering, and takes the food that Maki hands him with unsteady hands.

Gojou flashes two thumbs up and leaves without another word. Maki and Panda still bow their heads to express their gratitude as he exits the room.

“Should I ask Shouko to give him some meds?” Gojou asks, yawning as if he were annoyed, “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Maybe some mild fever reducers? If it doesn’t spike, he’ll be fine, but... better safe than sorry.” Maki says, rubbing soothing circles between Inumaki’s trembling shoulders, not too hard.

Inumaki’s three quarters through his onigiri when he chokes, coughing abruptly and hitting his chest with a weak fist. Maki and Panda both rub at his back, trying to coax whatever got stuck into going down the right tube.

Inumaki’s slightly less pale than beforeー but still paler than averageー and his cheeks aren’t as scorching, and his eyes aren’t as empty and dazed. Still, the fact that he’s been silent for a while is definitely a source of worry.

Maki and Panda exchange a confused look at the expanse of his shoulders, before the latter clears his throat and speaks. “Toge, man, are you alright?”

“Yeah, you haven’t said a word.” adds Maki after a moment.

Inumaki nods, “Salmon.”

But something’s not right, he doesn’t sound convincing at all and even he knows it. He grabs the phone that had been placed on the nightstand, and opens the memo app.

I’m sorry.

“For what?” Maki and Panda ask in unison.

I ruined training. And you were forced to take care of me and give me a bath as if I were a child. I’m sorry.

Maki sighs, exasperated, and Panda shakes his head, “Toge, you didn’t ruin anything! And we weren’t forced to take care of you, we wanted to!! You would’ve done the same. You’re good, don’t worry.”

It was embarrassing.

“For you? Maybe. For us? Not one bit.” Maki explains, “Get over your embarrassment already, because you’re the only one who thinks that the need for help is embarrassing. I swear.”

She’s maybe a bit harsh, but she knows she is right, and so does Panda. Inumaki’s face heats up, and it’s not the fever’s fault, but he doesn’t question it. He grabs the hem of his T-shirt and brings it up to cover his mouth and part of his nose, gaze shying away.

Gojou’s there too now, and he hands Inumaki a little blister with pills, “Here, take one now, and one if the fever isn’t down in six hours.”

Inumaki nods and bows slightly, before he lets Panda lift the glass for him. He drinks a sip, puts the pill on his tongue, and tilts his head to will it down after taking another sip. He coughs a bit, but the pill’s probably long dissolved by now, so it’s not a problem.

Maki smiles tenderly, and pats his back, “Come on now, get some rest. I’ll be back later.”

“Yes, we’re taking turns!” Panda explains to Inumaki, who only blushes further. Maki and Gojou live after waving their hands briefly, and Inumaki goes horizontal.

He’s still cold, but not as much, and his head hurts a bit less. Still, he’s dizzy, and tired. Struggling earlier has left him drained, and Panda’s constant chatter helps him doze off before he can apologise again, or wonder why his underwear is backwards.

He’ll take care of that after a nice nap.

(3/29/2021)

#no manga spoilers #fever tw #sickfic #40°C = 104°F #32°C = 89.6°F #39.4°C = 102.9°F #jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #inumaki toge #zenin maki #panda #gojou satoru #sick inumaki toge #3.7k #hurt/comfort

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Fate and Phantasms #176

Today on Fate and Phantasms we are once again making Fran Kenstein of “beating up Victor Frankenstein” fame. This time she’s hitting the race track, but since we’ve already made the Babbage Locomotive Form, we only have to worry about her new summer skills.

To make those happen, Fran is still a Storm Herald Barbarian to add a jolt of electricity to her fighting style, but she’s also a Mage of Prismari Sorcerer from the new unearthed arcana to charge her fancy new sword until it’s too hot to handle.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Team Desert Beauty!

Race and Background

Fran’s a bunch of corpse bits given an unholy simulacrum of life, so now that Reborn exist we’ll be using those. This makes you a Medium Humanoid/Undead with Darkvision, a Deathless Nature that makes you tougher to kill thanks to advantage on your death saves and the ability to ignore eating, drinking, and breathing. You also don’t need to sleep, and can’t be put to sleep via magic. Like a mix between elves and warforged, you can finish a long rest in 4 hours while still being conscious. You also gain Knowledge from a Past Life, which lets you add 1d6 to a skill check Proficiency times per long rest.

Also, you get +2 Strength and +1 Dexterity.

For your background, we’re going with a modified version of Athlete for Acrobatics and Persuasion proficiency. Just play up the daddy routine and everything will probably be fine.

Ability Scores

You might not be a berserker any more, but your Strength is still top notch, taking the first place spot. Your Charisma gets a boost though, turns out being able to talk helps you talk to people. Your Dexterity and Constitution come next though, because you are still fighting in wildly inappropriate clothing for armed combat. Your Wisdom is a bit low, you’re mostly just focused on finding the next bit of AC, but we’re dumping Intelligence. The class change didn’t make you smarter, just more coherent.

Class Levels

1. Barbarian 1: Starting off as a barbarian lets you fight in a bikini thanks to your Unarmored Defense giving you an AC based on your dexterity and constitution. You can also Rage as a bonus action to make yourself a martial powerhouse, dealing extra damage on strength based attacks, getting advantage on strength based checks and saves, and resisting physical damage for up to a minute as long as you keep taking or dealing damage.

You also get proficiency with Strength and Constitution saves, plus Animal Handling and Athletics.

2. Barbarian 2: Second level barbarians can make Reckless Attacks, getting advantage on all attacks this turn in exchange for giving advantage to anyone attacking you this round. Despite your reckless nature, you also get a Danger Sense, giving you advantage on dexterity saves you see coming.

3. Barbarian 3: At third level you can charge up your fancy new sword thanks to your Storm Aura, which gives you one of three effects while raging. If you choose a desert aura, you deal fire damage to every other creature within 10′ of you when you start to rage or as a bonus action while raging. If you choose sea, you can deal lightning damage to one creature in that same area, or half that damage if they succeed on a saving throw. If you choose tundra, creatures of your choice get temporary HP. Early on I’d go with the sea aura, but later I’d suggest you switch over to tundra. Either way, you can always swap your aura when you level up in barbarian.

4. Sorcerer 1: Now that you can load your sword, it’s time you learn how to overload it. As a first level Prismari sorcerer, you can cast Spells using your Charisma modifier, but you also get Creative Skills, giving you proficiency in Nature and Performance. You also get Kinetic Artistry, letting you dash as a bonus action Proficiency times per long rest. You can use a Boreal Sweep to move across water and force strength saves on creatures you move near, knocking them prone if they fail, or you can take a Thunderlight Jaunt to move through creatures and avoid opportunity attacks. However, the real reason we’re taking this class is for the Scorching Whirl, which lets you release a burst of fire during your turn. All creatures within 5′ of you make a dexterity save or take a bit of fire damage.

The reason we’re here for the Scorching Whirl is simple- the desert storm aura doesn’t deal damage to yourself, but this does. It was either this or we take like 14 levels of wizard for overchannel. Plus, this is literal fire damage, I couldn’t say no to that.

Speaking of wizards, let’s segue over to the spells you get, shall we? Grab Lightning Lure and Shocking Grasp for a bit of easy electricity, Absorb Elements for some galvanism, Sword Burst for more sword per sword, and Friends, because you’re just a really nice person. You also get Mage Armor for a marginally better AC.

5. Barbarian 4: Magic’s cool, but we’re going to bounce back over to barbarian real quick for our first Ability Score Improvement. Use this one to bring up your Constitution for more HP, better AC, and more accurate lightning strikes.

6. Barbarian 5: Fifth level barbarians get an Extra Attack each attack action, and you can use your Fast Movement to get an extra 10′ with each move action. It’s literally a race, so you’ve got to squeeze as much in per turn as you can.

Also, all your storm auras are stronger now.

7. Sorcerer 2: Now we got back to sorcerer to become a Font of Magic for sorcery points that will be useful next level. You can also cast Burning Hands for a more controlled release of your sword’s overcharge.

8. Sorcerer 3: Third level sorcerers can use their sorcery points on Metamagic to alter their spells. Transmuted spells can change their damage type from one kind to another, we’re mostly using it so your spells can be fire or lightning as you need it. You also get Subtle spells, so you can cast them without verbal or somatic components. Wielding a greatsword is not conducive to spellcasting. Usually.

You also get Magic Weapon to make your weapon a bit magic against resistances. Papa made that for you himself, it’s pretty good.

9. Barbarian 6: Sixth level barbarians get a Storm Soul that gives you benefits even while you aren’t raging. Desert gives you fire resistance, so that’s right out. Sea gives you lightning resistance as well as a swimming speed and the ability to breathe underwater. I mean, you are in a bathing suit after all. Tundra gives you cold resistance, and the ability to ignore extreme cold. If anything, Fran would be grateful for the chance to cool off. You can also turn water into ice, but nothing’s perfect.

10. Barbarian 7: Now that you’re seventh level, you can move up to half your movement speed when you rage thanks to your Instinctive Pounce. You also get a Feral Instinct giving you advantage on initiative rolls, and you can’t be surprised if you go into a rage first thing. Again, it’s a race- the first one off the starting line gets a huge advantage.

11. Sorcerer 4: Use this ASI to grab the War Caster feat for cantrip attacks of opportunity, advantage on concentration saves, and most importantly the ability to cast spells while holding a weapon. I know we already have subtle spell for that, but this saves on points.

You also get some more spells- Message will help you keep in touch with your pit crew, and Knock is just kicking down doors. I really didn’t have another spell that you could use at this level, sorry.

12. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get third level spells, like Lightning Bolt for a big ol’ blast of lightning (or fire. thanks transmuted spell).

13. Sorcerer 6: Sixth level prismari mages get a Favored Medium, choosing between cold, fire, and lightning each long rest. You get resistance to that damage type, and after casting a leveled spell that deals that kind of damage, so do each creature you choose within 5′ of you for a little bit.

This is especially useful since you can now cast Fireball for a big ol’ blast of fire (or lightning, thanks transmuted spell). For accuracy’s sake, this should be centered on yourself.

14. Barbarian 8: We’re back in barbarian to stay now, and to celebrate use this ASI to grab the Slasher feat. This rounds out your Strength scores, and once per turn you can slow down any creature you hit with a slashing attack by 10′. Also, scoring a critical hit with slashing damage gives that creature disadvantage on attack rolls for the round.

15. Barbarian 9: Your Brutal Critical lets you add an extra die of damage to critical hits. Brutal.

16. Barbarian 10: Tenth level storm heralds have stronger storm auras, and you can also turn them into Shielding Storms. Each creature of your choice inside your storm aura gets resistance to the kind of damage your storm soul protects you from.

17. Barbarian 11: Thanks to your Relentless Rage you now have a guts skill, so if you would drop to 0 HP you can instead make a DC 10 constitution save to stay at 1 HP instead. Whether you succeed or not, the DC increases by 5 until your next short rest.

18. Barbarian 12: Use this ASI to beef up your Charisma for stronger spells and so more people like you. Maybe now you can beat Nero in a leg of the race...

19. Barbarian 13: You get another Brutal Critical for even stronger critical hits. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work.

20. Barbarian 14: At fourteenth level, you turn into a Raging Storm, giving you -you guessed it- one of three benefits depending on which storm aura you’re using. The desert aura lets you spend a reaction after getting hit to force a dexterity save on whatever hit you, dealing fire damage to them if they fail. The sea aura forces a strength save as a reaction when you hit a creature, knocking them prone if they fail. The tundra aura forces a strength save on one creature as part of your aura activation. Failing it reduces their speed to 0 for a round. Boom, stun mechanic! And all it took was 20 levels!

Pros:

While running the character as intended will involve focusing a lot on lightning damage, you’re extremely flexible thanks to the multifaceted nature of both your subclasses. Basically, as long as you know how to mix things up, you’ll never be completely useless like some elemental builds can get.

You also still have all the speed of your berserker counterpart, with the ability to move through water and dash as a bonus action built in. Also, Thunderlight Jaunt lets you move through crowds, which is its own kind of useful.

This build has plenty of options for support by covering your allies in the same kind of elemental resistances that you’re using thanks to your Storm Aura and Favored Medium.

Cons:

Your bonus action ends up pretty crowded, with your storm aura and kinetic artistry both fighting for the position.

The multiclassing, plus all those feats we got, means your magical effects aren’t that powerful, especially not your storm aura. On a related note, your AC isn’t able to get that high either, making you an easy target.

Adding to the low AC problem from the last bullet point, this build’s all about being reckless with spell damage and throwing yourself into fireballs and scorching whirls, which isn’t necessarily a smart move when you’ve got less than 200 HP and an AC of 14/15.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D #DND 5e #Frankenstein #Barbarian #Sorcerer

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