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might start using this for topics that aren’t solely nct/kpop 🤔 many things i wanna reblog but don’t wanna clog up my feed…

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mads’ masterlist.

last updated sleep tight ; jung jaehyun

suggested work(s) digitally yours ; lee haechan | cherie amour ; han taesan

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boynextdoor

n.

nct 127

nct dream

newjeans

p.

p1harmony

r.

riize

t.

tomorrow x together (txt)

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wayv

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sleep tight | jung jaehyun (m)

synopsis in which you and jaehyun are forced to sleep on the couch of your family’s intimate, budget-friendly vacation home and just can’t seem to find comfortable positioning— that is until he climbs on top of you

genre nonidol!au, fem!reader, established relationship, mature (smut), and a bit of comedy

warnings edited to the best of my abilities lmao, pretty public sex, unprotected missionary, hair pulling, and pet names (babe)

word count 3k

a/n i literally wrote this on a whim and have not written smut in a hot minute (so please tread carefully lol) + minors dni please & thank you!

If it was solely up to you, you and Jaehyun would be comfortably cuddled up in a King sized bed with the appropriate privacy every adult couple should have. But it unfortunately wasn’t up to you— your Mother’s desire to have everyone squeezed into the vacation home she rented and her sheer joy at the fact keeping you from doing what was clearly logical, so you two squirmed for the closest thing to comfort which you were soon realizing was far from happening any time soon.

“Babe,” Jaehyun gritted out, his breath fanning against your neck. His grip on your hips tightened in an effort to ease you but your need to find an actually pleasant position overpowered his hold on you.

You angled your neck, flashing him an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry, but I’m not trying to wake up with a crick in my neck tomorrow.”

Your sympathy for your boyfriend was fleeting, beginning to rustle around in your shared space one again, much to his dismay.

Jaehyun let out a breathy chuckle, still trying to get ahold on your frame as you wriggled around much like a fish out of water. “I think that’s gonna happen no matter how you lay, so just stay still.”

His broad frame engulfed your’s in his endeavor to stop you from moving around, and unbeknownst to you, to stop you from absentmindedly grinding into him. You huffed, already attempting to flounder out of your boyfriend’s arms. “That’s easy for you to say.”

“Easy? Do you not see my feet?” On cue, his sock clad feet wiggled over the armrest on the opposite end of the couch and you fail to bite back a giggle.

“It’s not funny.” Jaehyun muttered, a hint of humor in his tone.

“It kind of is,” you manage to get through his hold, sitting up for a moment. “maybe we should sleep opposite ways—“

A large hand is pressed against your stomach, Jaehyun’s attempt to pull you back down next to him. “No, no. Just stay right here.”

With your body too tired to fight against his strength, you oblige but not without clear suspicion written on your face. “It would probably be more comfortable, Jae,”

“Well, you’ve already started something in this position that I think you should stay and finish.” Jaehyun murmurs lowly, his front pressing further into your side until you realize just what he means.

You sputter out a laugh in amazement, taken aback with your boyfriend’s sheer audacity.

“Are you insane?! My family is literally on the other side of this wall.”

“Yeah, I can hear them snoring. It’ll be quick, promise.”

You scoff, shuffling onto your side in a way that you hoped would tell your boyfriend his idea was perilous and downright deranged. But he only takes it as an opportunity to wrap his body around you once again, his hardened cock pushing into the plush of your ass.

“Jae,” you warn. He only responds with a hum that comes across almost pained, and you screw your eyes shut at just how desperate he sounds. His lips are pressed into the side of your neck, beginning to try and egg you on by layering soft kisses over your skin. Your argument falls short once you feel his tongue swiping against you, and instinctively your neck cranes to allow him to do more.

“…just be quick, okay?” You muster out, falling to your boyfriend’s charms. You can sense the victorious smile that plays on his lips, though it only lasts for a brief second as he takes no time to alter his posture for the first time tonight. His stature suddenly hovering over you, with his knees situated on either side of your hips.

“Shit. You waste no time, huh?”

Jaehyun snickers. “I’ve been thinking about this for the past two hours and every time you moved only weakened my patience, so yeah, I don’t.”

Before you could counter him, his lips were on yours, swallowing any argument you had. It was unusual but thrilling, just how greedy Jaehyun was. A typical night like this between the two of you would flow a lot slower and way smoother than what was currently transpiring. But it was clear in the way your boyfriend’s large hands familiarly roamed the expanse of your body and from how sloppy your kiss was, that he had in fact been dwelling on doing this since you both had been shunned to the couch together.

A melody of teeth knocking, wet pops, and soft but frequent sighs of pleasure began to emerge from the three-seater couch in the middle of the living room. In the middle of your family’s respective rooms, but that fact had quickly traveled to the back of your mind, especially after Jaehyun’s hand had found home underneath your nightgown.

Somehow you managed to escape the hungry lips of your lover to speak, “Don’t tease.” You threaten, just as Jaehyun’s gentle fingers had begun to strum at the fabric of your now dampened panties.

Completely aware of the advantage he held at the moment, Jaehyun chuckled into your mouth, amused. He leans his face back and away from you, but only to the point where the tips of your noses are inevitably able to touch.

“And what if I decide to?” He challenges, two pads of his fingers disobediently playing with your clothed clit. You jolt at the feeling, struggling to keep your authority from wavering.

“Well, you said you wanted to keep this quick, no?” You reverberate your boyfriend’s exact choice of words. Jaehyun’s defiant ministrations stall as he considers his options. Thankfully, the pressure between your legs is lightened and you’re able to relax a bit.

“True. Maybe tomorrow night then.” He sneers before closing the space between you both and abusing your lips. The thought of you both going at it for a second night in a row, and risking the same thing over again welcomes back the reality of the situation.

Driven to get this over with as soon as possible without running the risk of your family peeking their head around the corner, you reach your hand out to grip Jaehyun through his sleep shorts. A guttural groan pushes its way from his throat and down your own, and you're more than happy to keep them coming. Your hand continues to rub the length of his hard-on for a moment before you’re reaching for the waistband of his bottoms.

Jaehyun catches on to your pace, pulling away to sit up in an attempt to help you pull his shorts down. You let him follow through with it, moving onto your own bottoms that took no time to slide down your legs and onto the nearby carpet.

“Ready?” You whisper, situating yourself under your boyfriend, planting your feet on either side of him to allow him greater access to hover over you.

Jaehyun giggles at your eagerness, his length heavy in his left palm while his right landed right by your head. “Mhm,” he muffles into a peck on your lips, “tell me if it’s all too much.”

You wordlessly nod, all too familiar with this string of events. You stiffen momentarily at the feeling of Jaehyun first entering you, shifting uncomfortably until your arms are around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss. It’s good that you did, as his length continues to stretch your walls, you start to emit moans that could thankfully be contained into Jaehyun’s mouth.

He steadily rocks his hips into your own, coming to a halt when he’s finally able to bottom out inside of you. His lips travel from your own, to your cheek, and finally by your ear. “Be good for me, yeah?”

The taunting tone in his voice riles you to respond but he interrupts you by dragging his cock through your walls just to thrust back into you. You gasp at the feeling, your eyes rolling in your head.

Jaehyun’s feverious behavior from moments earlier returns, his mouth coming back to silence you as he begins to find a rhythm between your legs. The sound of huffing and the repeated padding of skin against each other filters into the room, and you pray it doesn’t seep past the cracks of your family’s doors or through the walls.

You and Jaehyun play tug-of-war with each other’s lips, teeth snagging one another in between the greedy intrusion of your tongues. It’s a fight to try to keep up with him as he has the upper hand, angling his body in a way that you're sandwiched between him and the couch with little room to wrestle your way out. It doesn’t help that the feeling of his cock drilling into you has you losing your mind.

You’re riding on a high, the pace you’re going at is quickly allowing you to build tension in the base of your stomach, and you can barely focus with that sensation and the distracting muscle of Jaehyun’s roaming your mouth. Key word, almost.

Your eyes peel open momentarily when Jaehyun pulls away from mouth to deliver open mouth kisses on the available area of your neck, bruises threatening to form and tell a story tomorrow from how passionately he suckles on your skin.

“Jae—“ you begin, but pause abruptly at the slim, yet sudden appearance of light under the door frame that belonged to your parent’s room. “Jae!”

The hands that had tightened around your own arms for stability soon came to either side of your boyfriend’s head in a haste to grab his attention. Jaehyun stills at your sudden change in tune and lifts his head accordingly, allowing you to angle his attention to the door across the living room.

“Wha— oh,” he squints before realizing that the yellow light beaming from the floor definitely wasn’t there a couple moments ago. Eyes wide with panic, he turns back to you. Both of your expressions say a thousand words without having to exchange any real conversation. You begin to signal for him to pull out and roll off of you but he declines, shaking his head hurriedly.

“Don’t move.” He warns, so quiet that you could barely hear him. But he knows you definitely did when you glare at him incredulously.

“What do you mean don’t move?! If one of them walks out here and sees us—“ promptly Jaehyun’s palm is placed over your mouth, silencing your rant, following the distant sound of another door shutting.

Simultaneously, your eyes train on the door opposite of the couch. It was clear that one of your parents had woken up with the need to go to the bathroom but the chance of them deciding to wander out of their room to catch their daughter and their precious son-in-law in such a compromising position still pressed on in your mind.

Seconds ticked on like hours, and the longer you two sat like this you became more aware of your boyfriend’s dick that was still wedged between your walls and how you weren’t going to be able to take not moving much longer. Almost as if Jaehyun could sense your restlessness, his eyes flitted over to you, trying his best to swallow his laughter.

You warned him with your eyes the best you could, it could almost be interpreted as a curse from just how piercing your glare was. In retaliation, Jaehyun shifted his hips backwards and retracted out of your walls at an agonizingly slow pace. If it wasn’t for his hand doing its best job at quieting your sounds, you’re sure whoever was stirring in your parents room would be alerted that something was definitely going on outside their door.

Before Jaehyun could terrorize you any further, you both heard the sounds of a door closing again and what seemed to be your Mother murmuring to herself just before the poignant light under the frame ceased back to nothing. Cautious, you both remained still for a beat longer than probably necessary before returning your gazes to each other.

“That was close.” Jaehyun muttered, allowing you to swat away his hand bitterly.

“You think?” You bit, stunned that he could even manage to laugh at the moment.

“You love me,” he answers back, stealing a kiss. You shake your head in disbelief at him, masking your thrill that had boiled from the possibility of you two being caught.

“You’re sick.”

Jaehyun laughs at this, grasping your hips, lifting you up a bit, before leaning down till your face to face once more. This positioning only allows him to slowly ease his way back into you, chipping your anger away quickly.

“Still love me, don’t you?” He taunts.

“We’ll see—“ you interrupt your back and forth with the force of your own lips, Jaehyun’s hips ramming back into your own hastily at the need to keep up with you. It’s clear in both of your movements that you’re both eager for a release of some sort. Your hands find either side of your boyfriend’s face as he manhandles you— his knees sink deeper into the infamous couch from holding your weight up in his arms. The new angle allows you to rut your clit into his pelvis, welcoming a much needed rush that shoots through your body.

It’s damn near feral the way you two devour each other in search for a finish, and if anyone walked in on this very moment you would just have to pack up you and Jaehyun’s bags and never be seen again.

Your moans are ripping through you quicker and are resonating more high-pitch. A tell-tale sign to Jaehyun that you’re close to climaxing. He draws an arm from around your back to inch his hand into your hair, instinctively coiling his fingers in your strands and pulling to edge you on. The action only encourages you and you pull yourself as flush to your boyfriend as physically possible, leaving the span of his thrusts to shorten but your grinding to excel.

“You gonna come for me?” Jaehyun asks, his answer apparent in the way you can barely form a word to retort back. He finds humor in this, and is elated to encourage your hips against him to propel you to your near orgasm.

A pathetic mewl emits from the back of your throat and anything after is hushed by Jaehyun’s mouth. Your release is quick to wash over you while you allow yourself to rut against Jaehyun until your mind finds proper footing. Thankfully, he gives you that time, laying you down on your back once your hips still.

It doesn’t last all too long since soon Jaehyun’s face was in the crook of your neck as you were catching your breath, rocking his hips to chase his own orgasm. You withstand the overwhelming sensation of the continued stimulation, holding out till your boyfriend’s thrusts soon falter into an arrhythmic pace before his hips begin to stutter upon his release. You shudder at the repeated spurts of his come that lined your walls and soon your folds after Jaehyun finally pulled out.

The living room was motionless for a moment, Jaehyun collapsing his body weight onto you tiredly. Your frame follows suit, relaxing into the cushions of the couch beneath you while your eyes flutter shut. Only to reopen when Jaehyun’s head rises from the junction between your neck and shoulder to gaze at you.

You both exchange dopey smiles before his mouth moves to speak, “See, that wasn’t too bad,” he sneers.

Without even thinking about it, your eyes roll and you scoff at him. “We were this close to being put out on the street.”

Though still a bit weak, you’re able to shove your boyfriend off of you with a slither of his help. He lands in his initial position but not before situating his shorts back into place and assisting you by pulling down your nightgown.

“Yeah, but we weren’t.” He finalizes with a smirk, pulling your body flush against his. You decide you’re no way too exhausted to bicker with him, mumbling something to the tune of whatever.

© jigueminunbich ‘24

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“she was at the club…” ; various tokyo revengers

warnings characters are aged up, may be ooc, and yes , this was inspired by a tiktok trend lmao

genre fluff, crack

word count 0.2k

inspiration tiktok

synopsis in which the tokyo revengers boys react to you acting like some random chick from the club / bar

FAILED BIG TIME. listen, he's completely enamored with you— he can't even look you in the eyes and pretend you're anyone else. when you get all close and flirty, asking for his name, man's blushing, his eyes are sparkling with just complete and utter adoration. he's leaning into a kiss until you put two offended fingers up to stop him.

"really? this is how you react to someone else flirting with you?"

he damn near forgot what y'all were even doing tbh…

MIKEY, KAZUTORA, CHIFUYU, TAKEMICHI

REACTS REASONABLY AND RESPONSIBLY. when you come onto him, he's putting his hands up or pushing you away, affirming that he has someone already. if he has the space, he's probably walking away from you

DRAKEN, NAOTO, MITSUYA

DRAMATIC AS HELL. if you step anywhere in his perimeter, he's screaming. and don't even try to touch him, he's swinging. just mean, insulting you before you can even say anything. you have to stop because he's so into it and lowkey hurting your feelings.

"damn, alright, you got it. calm down."

"unhand me, you fiend."

BAJI, NAHOYA, SANZU, MIKEY

RUN THAT BY HIM AGAIN. confused (pls help him), just blinks. "why would you want to do that? you already know how i'd react." he doesn't get it, not one bit. keeps asking who he's speaking to whenever you make a move.

MITSUYA, TAKEMICHI, SHINICHIRO, HAKKAI, SOUYA, RINDOU

BONUS

A MENACE. flirts back just to get a reaction out of you. leans into all your movements and locks eyes with you. has the nerve to ask you why you're pulling away.

RAN, HANMA

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headcanons (to cope) ; baji keisuke

warnings ooc (obvs) but nothing else i can really think of

genre fluff, headcanons

word count 0.3k

inspiration my half-a-week long baji brainrot 🧠

synopsis i love baji, so here’s some silly things i thought abt him in my head

a/n let’s all collectively pretend i didn’t ignore this blog for 268 nights and admire baji keisuke for the man he is today 🤕 (let’s hope i stay consistent from now on)

i just have a feeling he hates feet like HATEEES FEET, like you put your feet on him one time to mess with him and nearly had your face on a tshirt

also absolutely hates when restaurants sing happy birthday to him, and you and the others will just do it on purpose to see him upset

dislikes scary movies, and scary things in general, but would never tell anyone that (literally got so scared once he socked a guy in the face for scaring him in a haunted house, the whole group was banned after that)

doesn't understand twitter and it makes him angry... someone help him please

his type is doja cat (& i'm not arguing or elaborating, baji literally told me himself)

chifuyu got him a pair of cat ears, the ones with the bells, as joke (almost got his ass beat that day) but baji wears them whenever he plays with his kitties cuz they like the bells

speaking of kitties, i just see him playfully being chased back and forth by one. that's all.

he gives me klutz vibes, like just breaking shit and then having the nerve to try to put it back as he found it

his hair smells amazing and it's so soft, i feel like that's just the one thing he genuinely cares about on his body

he has matching outfits with his cats (& yes mitsuya made it)

alright that's all i got for now folks. to conclude, i love baji, and he lives in my silly little brain rent free (someone evict him pls)

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sweethearts ; bakugou katsuki

warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited

genre fluff, f2ls

word count 2.5k

inspiration n/a

synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki

"This is so stupid." Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.

You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. "Aw, c'mon, Kat. It's the day of love, be more cheerful." You said, tossing him a chocolate.

He scoffed. "No. And stop calling me Kat." The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.

"Sure thing, Kat." You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.

"C'mon Mina! How many do I have!" Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina's hands. Something he's been doing all morning.

From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. "Dude, just wait and see." He assured Denki.

"Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing." Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.

"Not if dunceface doesn't get any." Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.

You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. "I wonder if you're getting anything today, Bakugou."

Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki's face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, "I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!" As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.

Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki's continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn't even want any.

In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima's lips. He nudged your arm, "Nonetheless, you should still give it to him," He whispered into your ear.

Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.

"It'll make his day, I promise."

ฺ｡*:･

"Woah... seventeen for Yaomomo," Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.

"Just take the whole damn box." Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.

"Sorry, he's being very negative today." She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.

You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn't been called yet.

"Twelve for Todoroki," Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.

Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. "Can't I go back to my desk?" He groaned.

Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou's monotonous call continued. "Seeing as you didn't lift a finger all day I think you should be able to."

He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki's explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.

"Two for Denki," A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou's lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.

You could've sworn you say Denki's eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. "Hey! That's two more than last year, right buddy?" Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.

"I don't think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri." You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima's hand.

"Four for ___." Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.

"Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?" Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.

"You smell that," you sniffed around, Katsuki's eyes narrowed at you. "I smell pure jealousy." Your bags were waved in Katsuki's face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.

"And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki." Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.

You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki's face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.

The thoughts you've had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.

Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you're being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima's right and it makes his day?

But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.

"Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don't get those candy wrappers on my floor, I'm taking a nap." Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.

While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.

The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.

"Two. I only got two." Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.

You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. "I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts."

But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. "I don't need your pity candy, ___."

You snorted. "Okay, suit yourself."

"So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou." Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.

You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.

"You idiots bet on me?" He asked.

"Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would've got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through." Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you're sure he understood.

"Who?" Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn't really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.

Katsuki sucked his teeth. "It was probably you, so you could get the money." The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.

Sero chuckled. "No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing."

Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.

"See, I told you." He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.

You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. "Maybe he's weirded out."

Kirishima scoffed. "If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you'll know it made his day."

A sigh had your body slumping. "I don't know, Kiri. I've managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It's risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing."

Even though you've managed to get through Katsuki's tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn't read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.

"Do it, trust me." Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki's back.

ฺ｡*:･

You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn't until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.

The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.

Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must've heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.

Damn it.

"Hey, Kat." You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.

He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.

You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.

"Hey," Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.

"You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?" As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.

Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.

"I— uh— well, I— uh..." If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.

The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.

The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.

You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they'd loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.

"If there's something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out," The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.

Just do it.

The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain's request.

"I did it. I'm the one who bought the candygram..., Kat." You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.

You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.

"If you did it as a joke, id—" Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.

"No! It wasn't to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot." You paused, inhaling.

"A—and I've been meaning to tell you but I didn't know how you'd react because you're not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—" Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.

"Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku." Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.

You laughed awkwardly, hoping it'd ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?

You had to know. You were dying to know. "So?" You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.

Katsuki's hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. "You know, if you're going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it." Katsuki took short steps towards you.

You just hoped he couldn't hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that's basically all you could focus on.

"I know." You answered.

"Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice." He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.

"Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?" Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.

"So, what do we do now, Kat?" You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.

Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. "What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?"

You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn't actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.

Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. "Are you free this Saturday?"

"Uh, yea—"

"Alright, then. Be ready by three." That's what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.

Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.

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always be with you ; eren yeager

warnings not edited, other than that... nothing much lol

genre fluff, angst ( ? ), modern au, established relationship

word count 1.3k

inspiration n / a

synopsis in the final days you have with eren before you have to go away for college, he takes you on one last date before you leave

a / n back from a hiatus i wasn’t even aware i was taking 😁 only explanation is that i’ve been in between fandoms and didn’t feel like writing for anyone really. but i’ve recently attached myself to jjk so let’s see how that goes

"Eren, I don't understand the need for a blindfold." Your fingers came up to touch the material for the umpteenth time. Eren scoffed, his hand coming over to swat your hand away just like the other times.

"It wouldn't be much of a surprise without one, would it?" Your body jerked to the right as Eren hit another sharp turn.

You huffed. "Well, the more you drive recklessly, the more I want this surprise to be over."

He laughed. "Don't worry, you big baby. We're here now." The car eased to a stop in what you guessed was a parking spot. It didn't take long for you to process where this surprise was.

From the amount of turns, to the salty smell of the ocean. You already knew Eren had taken you to the beach.

"We're at the beach?" Eren finally removed that blindfold. The beach was practically deserted at this hour, at least on the side Eren always brought you to.

"Don't like it?" He asked, already getting out of the car.

You followed suit, opening the passengers door and having Eren join by your side. "I don't mind but we come here all the time."

"I know, I know," Eren grabs the both of your wrists, leading you both from the pavement to the sea of sand. "But I wanted this to be the last spot we came to before you have to start packing tomorrow."

Eren said it with a smile but you could tell that sentence hurt him more to say than for you to hear. For you, Eren had always put on a brave face. No matter what the circumstances were, he always made sure you knew he was "taking it well".

Being one of the closest people to Eren, you knew when he was on the opposite spectrum of that. You knew when a situation was weighing down on him, you knew when he was stressed out, you could when he just wanted to breakdown.

You saw all those things clearly ever since you told him you wanted to travel for college. Specifically, thousands of miles away from him. Eren always knew he wanted to stay homebound for college, and so did you. But unlike him, you didn't have much ties to your hometown. Besides him and your friends.

And you had the overwhelming want to travel since forever. Since you got the chance with a scholarship to a college across the country, you weren't going to pass it up. Much to Eren's dismay.

He was upset, to say the least. It wasn't direct but he was trying to convince you to try other options. Like for example, stay with him. Thankfully, he let that hope go when he saw that you were serious about this decision.

Yet, even though you knew he had come to terms with the idea, he was still hurt and worried for your relationship. You were too. For the past year your relationship has managed to withstand anything, but the possibility that long distance could deliver the blow prodded at you.

"I think this is our usual spot." Eren sat down on the sand, bringing you down with him. You two sat side by side in silence. Just listening to the repeated crashing of the waves.

It reminded you of the moment this had become you and Eren's spot. One year ago, the both of you sitting close to this very spot on the sand. Talking about nothing. There was no worry that one of you had to leave for a while. Just the worry Eren had that you'd say no to his request of being his girlfriend.

The memory made you laugh, your forehead meeting your knees. Eren looked over in concern.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes met his curious gaze and you couldn't help but laugh more.

"I was just thinking about the night you confessed to me. And how we started dating at this exact spot." Your laughter subsided as you laid back onto the sand. In the moment, you weren't worried where it landed but you knew you'd be annoyed when you say up.

Yet, when Eren joined you and copied the way you looked up at the sky, your future worries melted with ease.

"16 year old Eren was quite the romantic, choosing to confess to you at a beach at night." Eren mused. You hummed, a soft laugh rumbling in your chest.

"Now that I think about it, I think that's the most romantic thing you've done." Your laughter was more audible when you heard Eren's gasp.

His hand landed on his chest, he was obviously offended. "I have done romantic things since then," He sat up onto his elbows.

"Like— remember the time I—" Eren paused when began to laugh more hysterically. He scoffed, plopping back onto the sand.

"You were joking." He said bitterly in realization. You nodded, shuffling over to place your head on his chest.

"I was just joking, bub. You're very romantic." Eren sucked his teeth, his hand coming up to dust sand from your hair.

You cleared your throat. "I'm going to miss this." You whispered, hesitant, hoping you didn't cut deeper into any of Eren's open wounds. He inhaled deeply.

"So am I." He whispered back, his hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek.

The silence returned but you could only focus on the present. You wouldn't get a moment like this with Eren for a while and that you couldn't even imagine.

"You know," Eren interrupted your thought process. You hummed in response. "I brought you here to stargaze."

"Really?" You inquired.

"Yea. I wanted to say one of those cheesy lines like how, even though you're thousands of miles away, I'd always be with you because of the stars. But then I realized that line was really bad." He laughed it off. And usually, you would too. But just him admitting that weighed into the fact you'd really be without him and only with him through your devices.

You wouldn't be able to hear any more borderline terrible jokes or what he considers romantic lines in person, on his chest, on his shoulder. The thought singly made tears well up in your eyes and your tears fell before you could blink them away.

The sudden wet spots of Eren's shirt and the sound of your sniffling alerted him. He sat up immediately, bringing your body up as well.

"Oh no, I know it was really bad but don't cry." Eren's fingers came to wipe your tears before cradling your face in his palms. You laughed at him sadly.

"I'm not crying because of your terrible line, idiot. I'm crying because I'm actually going miss you telling me them in person. It's not going to be the same when we're thousands miles apart." Your explanation made Eren frown.

He sighed, leaning his forehead onto your own. "I know. And I know it's selfish to say that I'd do anything for you to stay with me but I know you going to that college is what's best for you. I want what's best for you and if it means we'll have to be apart for a while, I can accept that."

Again with the silence with only the sound of the waves. You sat on Eren's words, trying to accept the situation just like he had.

You scoffed, weakly hitting his chest. "How are you taking this better than me?"

Eren laughed, pulling back hut still keeping his hands cupping your face. "I'm not, seriously. But I love you and I know that this is what's happening. And I know we'll still be together no matter what."

That made your frown upturn a bit. Eren had faith in your relationship, and there was no reason for you to have doubt when he didn't.

You sucked your teeth. "I love you too."

"Yea, I know."

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moving on ; miya atsumu

warnings not edited, break ups, and some awkward moments

genre angst, college au

word count 1.3k

inspiration n/a

synopsis in which you stop by your ex's place to get the last of your things, putting the last nail in the coffin for the both of you

This was a bad idea, not only you said this but your best friend who had told you multiple times, had said this. But you couldn't just leave them there. And it was definitely out of the question to return to you and Atsumu's messages and awkwardly ask him to drop off your stuff.

You shuddered at the sole thought of it.

Though, as you stood in front of his familiar apartment door, memories flooding back, you considered the latter. No matter how awkward or selfish it was.

The longer you stood at a stand still, those memories began to rage. From the first time you walked up to it. To all the lighthearted times Atsumu held you against it, the both of you laughing and giggling as he would place butterfly kisses all over your face, never forgetting that sensitive spot on your neck.

And of course you couldn't forget the pouring night you and him put the final nail in the coffin for your relationship.

Now that, made you shudder.

You didn't like recalling that moment. It still felt fresh considering it was just two weeks ago. But it just came back whenever you thought you had finally rid your mind of Atsumu completely. It flooded you with guilt and a smidge of regret, even though the split was mutual.

Thankfully, there were no tears shared. The realization hit you when had got back to your own apartment, in dry clothes and warm sheets, your best friend convinced you to immediately delete all your pictures with him. You still remember vividly the salty tears that welled up in your eyes.

You always wondered if the same happened to Atsumu when he deleted your photos together too.

"Alright," never did you expect you'd be giving yourself a pep talk outside your ex's door, but here you were. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, preparing yourself like you were about to run miles or score a winning point for your team.

But no, it was none of that. Just preparing yourself to get the last things that connected a string between you and Atsumu.

"You can do this. Just in and out." You inhaled deeply and let it go slower than you anticipated. Why did this have to be so hard?

Finally, shaking off your jitters and doubts, your raised a fist to knock at Atsumu's door. But you practically froze when you heard the stalling of footsteps behind you.

"Uh, ___?" No, no, no. One those balls of your feet, you slowly turned to face Atsumu. He looked confused to say the least. Who wouldn't when their ex of two weeks is at their door?

You cleared your throat. "I—uh— hey, I was just here to— uh— pick up my stuff, you know?" Atsumu's face relieved itself of the confusion, practically saying 'Ah' just by the expression.

"About time," he makes the joke but doesn't full on laugh himself. It misses you with too, a too soon on the tip of your tongue. Though it really wasn't, Atsumu had gotten his stuff from your place last week. You wonder if he had been waiting for your stale text for the past week.

Atsumu clears his throat like you had done. "I should open the door." He whispers and glides past you. Silently, you follow him. Almost letting a quip to retort back to him but you knew you guys were not at that stage of comfortability anymore, far from it. And you bet you guys were never going to reach it again.

You follow him inside and see that many of the lights are already on, so you assume Osamu was inside. The image of him opening the door on you before you could get to knock because he heard your stupid pep talk creeped up on you and you cringed.

Yet his head of brown didn't pop out anywhere to point at you and laugh like he did when you used to do things like that. There was going to be no more that either, the realization made you frown.

You stayed behind Atsumu through the layout of his apartment, walking around here was like second nature to you, you almost had the urge to walk beside him. But you kept you distance, even in his bedroom where you guys would spend sleepless nights talking about anything but nothing at the same time.

"I think it should be over here." Atsumu headed to a corner of his room, definitely referring to a crate or box where he had stored your things. And bingo, he was. The box was quite big like the one your best friend helped you pack with his stuff.

No surprise because this apartment was your second home. First really if you thought about it.

"Here." Atsumu said, but he made to move to hand it over to you. It was like he was soaking up his last moments with your things, and possibly with you.

And it wasn't like you made a move either. Deep down your felt that regret. Walking in here did not help with your want to move on. It just made you realize how much you missed it. How much you missed your relationship, and how much you missed Atsumu.

Only seconds ticked by before Atsumu jutted the box out to you but it felt like hours. You accepted it, muttering a quiet thank you.

"I should get going." You said, it was in a sad tone and you're sure he caught that. You took a single step back to distance yourself.

Atsumu nodded, agreeing silently. He led you out of his room, and without any words, you said good bye to it and to the hallways with the scratches and dents, to the living room where game and movie night would happen, to the kitchen where Atsumu would hover over you whenever you cooked. You'd especially miss the slow dances to old rnb, that was a memory you treasured.

And like you wanted, you were in and out. Standing on the opposite side of the door while Atsumu stood in the threshold. You weren't going to give your self a pep talk this time around, now it was time to say good bye. Not to the door, but to Atsumu.

His eyes were sad, and you could assume yours were too. "So," he started, scratching at his nape.

"So," you copied. There was a silence before Atsumu unexpectedly let out a laugh.

"I'm sorry— it's just— I never imagined us doing this." He took the words right out of your mouth. You and Atsumu used to talk about your future together frequently, especially about marriage. And now those talks would have to be forgotten.

You nodded. "Me either," you smiled weakly. "But it's for the best right? This what we both wanted?"

Was it?

Atsumu's mouth twitched like he wanted to say something different other than, "Right."

Another silence came between you two, which Atsumu shattered again. "I guess I'll see you around campus, yea?"

You hummed. "I'll see you." You edged back a bit, still somehow holding eye contact with Atsumu. The image of you guys having one of those dramatic movie scenes where you just run back into each other's arm and say how much you regretted ever breaking up played in your mind.

But that didn't happen. You finally said goodbye to Atsumu with your eyes, turning away and walking down the hallway for what you expected to be the last time.

Standing in the elevator, you came to terms that breaking up with Atsumu was definitely something you didn't want. Yet, it seemed like things were already set in stone for the both of you.

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v-day ; levi squad + hange

warnings just cute stuff with my babies 🥺

genre fluff, modern au

word count 0.7k

inspo honestly, i’m going through an armin brainrot phase so

synopsis still sad and mourning so here's how i cope with aot ( again )

a/n i miss sasha so i needed to make one of these for valentines day activities ( isayama, if you ever see this. i’m under your bed 😐 )

eren yeager;

literally gone when you wake up

and you know exactly why ‘cause he does it every year

to say eren goes all out for valentines day would be an understatement

even though it happens every year, you never get tired of his planned out scavenger hunts

he has you run around the city for clues and it brings you to places the both of you have been before and of course, it ends with you meeting him at some restaurant or even back at home

( you prefer the restaurant because i headcanon that eren cannot cook for shit )

but still it’s really romantic and he will not hesitate to do it again ( or something even better ) the following year

armin arlert;

plain and simple, you’re not allowed to lift a finger

he brings you breakfast in bed, he’s giving you presents, he’s running you a bath, literally anything you want he’ll do it for you

( it’s like this on a regular basis but he denies that )

and he’ll make you both a dinner ( which is actually good )

and you guys would probably spend the rest of the night in this extravagant fort ( that armin built without a word ), watching romcoms

levi ackerman;

you never expect much every year but you never expect nothing

levi doesn’t really favor valentines day, he thinks it’s stupid and just a money grabber but ask that man to buy you a bouquet and he’s out the door

he’ll give it to you with a grimace while muttering something but you still find it romantic

but of course, grumpy still believes in the money grabbing part so he insists you guys stay in every year and he’ll cook instead

which you don’t mind ( again, ‘cause it’s actually good compared to w.e eren would’ve made )

every valentines day to date with levi has ended with some cheesy chick flick and he acts like he hates them but he’s definitely invested

hange zoë;

y’all are on vacation

every single year hange refuses to stay home for valentines day because they think it’s boring and generic

so, ( even though you think it’s too expensive), hange flies you guys out somewhere to spend the occasion

“we don’t need to fly out to the bahamas, hange. it’s just valentines day.”

“but i already booked the flight.”

you can’t complain though because spending your valentines day with hange on a beach is something you don’t mind doing every time february comes around

sasha braus;

no matter what the circumstances are, y’all are gonna eat out on valentines day

snow, rain, hail, y’all are going somewhere with food and sasha is determined

and always after your dinners, you guys go home and try to make a valentines day themed treat

which is typically unsuccessful because you have sasha as your own personal human trash disposal but it’s still romantic in the moment

jean kirstein;

just like levi, he’ll say valentines day is pointless but he’ll still have a table booked at some fancy restaurant “just because”

trust me, in the same breath he denies the fact he cares about the occasion he’ll be bending over backwards to get you a good gift

and he manages outdoes himself every year somehow and will still claim the day is stupid

definitely that one mfer that puts roses on the bed for “atmosphere purposes” when you open said gift

connie springer;

seriously, valentines day with connie is fun

he never sticks to anything annually

one year you’ll celebrate at the amusement park, or at a fancy restaurant, one year even landed you two at mcdonald’s but with connie it was all the same

i definitely see you guys just staying in one year and making personal cards for each other

it’s a complete mess of glitter, glue, markers, and stickers but with the amount of laughter it doesn’t matter

his card definitely had a corny dirty joke as the punchline but at this point you consider it romance

mikasa ackerman;

mikasa and valentines day simply don’t mix

kind of like jean and levi, she doesn’t understand it. but like genuinely, she doesn’t

“why do i need a special day to be sweet to you? i do that every day already.”

so, every year you have to turn the tables and do things for her that honestly come as a surprise

she genuinely never expects the presents you get her but she always shows her gratitude and thankfulness

and she keeps every one of them very close to her, literally still sleeps with the bear you won her on your first v—day date at a carnival

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don’t settle ; akaashi keiji

warnings nothing really, y/n just has a shitty boyfriend, also not edited

genre fluff, roomates au, college

word count 1.1k

inspo n/a

synopsis in which akaashi outperforms your boyfriend, helping you come to the realization that you should never settle for less

a/n whew i’ve been in a writers block so this an old draft i’ll probs edit in the future but ( hopefully ) starting today through the 14th i’ll be able to jot out a couple valentines related drabbles. cross your fingers y’all 😟

"You're home early," It's not like you wanted to be. It's not like you expected to be either. But the previous events of your hangout with your boyfriend led you back to your shared apartment with your roommate, Akaashi.

He looked over the couch curiously at you. Tearing away from his usual nightly read. "Something happen?" He continued.

You sighed, beelining to plop on the couch next to him. "Boyfriends suck." Is what you responded back to him, your claim being muffled in the material of Akaashi's pajama pants.

Akaashi hummed, his hand being placed on the back of your neck following the soft sound of bis book closing. "What'd he do?" You hated that you've heard Akaashi say that exact same phrase before, but he probably hated it more to say.

"So, you know how we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary, right?" Your head lifted to where your chin was digging into Akaashi's thigh.

The nod you saw out of the corner of your eye beckoned you to continue. "Well, of course, like usual, he forgot that it was today. And that we were supposed to celebrate at our typical diner. So, I sat alone for an hour..."

Akaashi sucked his teeth. "You could've just asked me to pick you up or join you. There's no reason you should've sat there alone." He was right. But you always gave your boyfriend chances. More shots than he needed.

"I know. But then he finally answered back and said to meet and his place. Stupid me, I expected something romantic to make up for the fumbled lunch plans but of course, it was nothing. Nothing but me watching he and his roommates play games. No flowers, no chocolates, nothing."

There was a silence, but in that moment you could tell Akaashi was thinking hard. Most likely jumping between the right thing to say to you. You knew he'd find it, he always did.

"___," Akaashi called for your attention. You answered, shifting your gaze to his face. You despised the skip your heartbeat did when you made such eye contact with Akaashi. Seeing as you had a boyfriend and that he was your long term best friend and roomie. But you couldn't help it. Who could, honestly?

Akaashi was arguably the full package in your eyes. You can't believe there was once a time you saw your boyfriend as the same.

"When was the last time he did something like that for you? Not for an occasion, just out of the blue. Just because he wanted to and because he loves you." Akaashi's question caught you off guard to say the least.

It really made you think, when was the last time he did something nice for you just because?

Your relationship had been so bare minimum for so long that you could only reminisce when he was a good boyfriend.

"A long time. And sometimes even then did I have to tell him the things I wanted. It sucks that it's gone downhill from there." Your voice mellowed out on the final sentence as you came to that realization.

What even was this relationship anymore? And could it be considered that?

"Noted. I'm going to bed." Abruptly, Akaashi made his exit from your venting session and left you lonely on the couch. The sudden leave had you furrowing your eyebrows but settled on the reasoning being that he probably had a class tomorrow or simply, he was sick and tired of your bitching of your sucky boyfriend.

Which, then, he'd definitely have a right to walk away.

You woke up the next morning with your current situation on your mind. Having went to sleep on it as well. What were you going to do? And how were you going to do it? So many thoughts were jumbled in your mind that you couldn't get a clear answer.

Stumped, you were going to continue to think on it. That is until there was a knock at your apartment door that you heard faintly. You furrowed your eyebrows since it was definitely unusual at this hour.

Your feet led you out of your room, before you went any farther, you went to check if Akaashi was in motion but it seemed as if he wasn't. You reached your front door and opened it.

Not expecting to be greeted with a bouquet of hydrangeas. "Uh— I'm sorry... are you sure you have the right apartment?" Is what automatically came from your mouth.

"This is the home of ___ ___? Correct?" The delivery man questioned, checking the card on the flowers.

That led you into a deeper tunnel of confusion. Before you could say anything else, the sound of padding footsteps came from behind you. Akaashi joined you at the door.

"Thank you," he reached around you to take the flowers, without a word you stepped aside as he waved off the delivery man.

There was nothing but the sound of Akaashi locking the door back. If your mind wasn't racing before, it definitely was now.

"Akaashi?" You questioned, eyes following him to the kitchen. It was then you noticed his attire. He was dressed nicely, like usual, but it was still pretty early for him to be clad in such clothing.

"Did you have flowers sent for a girl in my name?" Your genuine question caused Akaashi to snort. You joined him in the kitchen to that he had placed the flowers down with an array of things that ranged from teddy bears to chocolates that you recognized as your favorite.

"Close, but no. I ordered some for you last time. And went out to get this stuff this morning." He pointed to the crowd of things on the counter. You stood in astonishment. For once in a while, your mind was blank.

What was there to think? Your handsome best friend had just fulfilled the easiest task your boyfriend couldn't even perform. And he did it with no questions asked. Just because...

"Why?" You mumbled, edging closer to him and the counter.

"Why not? You shouldn't have to ask or wish for the basics from your boyfriend, ___," his answer garnered a small smile on your face.

"And the fact that you do, just proves there's something wrong." You nodded, taking your eyes from the arrangement to Akaashi's burning gaze.

Your smile widened. "Thank you, Akaashi. I think this is what I needed to finally end things." Finally, you concluded. Putting an end to your rapid thoughts.

"I'm glad I could be of help. Now, do you like the hydrangeas? I was going to go with roses but I didn't want to seem to basic so—" You placed a hand on Akaashi's shoulder.

"I love them, Akaashi."

You didn't know what you mr next step was going to be, but you knew you were done settling for less.

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obvious ; levi ackerman

warnings nothing

genre modern au, teashopowner!levi, fluff

word count 0.7k

inspiration modern levi hcs,, aka the best things ever

synopsis in which you try to be discreet about your crush on the local tea shop owner but he's not stupid, and— surprisingly— doesn't mind

author’s note finally writing for my husband levi 😁

It was completely accidental, the first time you stumbled in here. It was pouring down rain and you had had probably the worst day of your life at the office. All you wanted was a warm place to sit until the rain blew over.

Luckily for you, a shop you hadn’t even noticed a couple blocks from your job was open. Inside was warm just like you wanted, the atmosphere was nice and welcoming, the smell of various teas and coffees wafting through the air. It lured you to the counter where the display of baked goods were.

You had been so distracted then with the pastries that you didn’t even notice the questioning gaze from the raven that stood beyond the glass. Your memory was a bit hazy but you still remembered the clearing of his throat that brought you out of your trance.

And when your eyes flickered up to meet the gorgeous gray ones, you were greeted with the fact they belonged to an even better face. It still embarrassing that you gasped right in front of him, you still winced at that part.

But immediately you were so taken with the man who stood behind the counter. Who you soon came to know as the owner of the establishment, Levi.

It wasn’t the last time you came. Not only was the service and your order good, you couldn’t resist walking in and seeing his gray eyes welcome you.

To say you had a crush on Levi would be an understatement. It was silly. You felt like your younger self again whenever you were under his gaze. Just filled with butterflies at one simple glance.

You had been coming in for months now and your feelings for him still haven’t wavered. Even if you two haven’t ever held a full conversation together, they still lingered.

Currently, you sat in your usual spot. Enjoying the moment of your break before you had to travel those few blocks back to your workplace. This was the only place you came for breaks now.

Sitting alone in a corner with your tea and a croissant, your usual that Levi had memorized by now.

Speaking of Levi, he was doing his routinely dust down of the place. You could’ve sworn he was doing it just moments ago but you’ve gotten used to his clean freak tendencies.

Like normal, your eyes glued to his figure as he zipped around. Sweeping, wiping, watering plants, even scolding his employees for letting the place get the way it is even though it was spotless.

You hadn’t even realized the fond smile that had formed on your face until it was too late. Those sharp, gray eyes bored into your own. You practically jolted, head clocking the opposite way to avoid his stare.

Ignore me, ignore me, ignore me, you begged, close to even crossing your fingers beneath the table. But when you heard the familiar clacking of his dress shoes coming in your direction is when you knew.

“You know you can always take a picture, it would last longer.” Embarrassingly, his voice sent a quick chill up your spine. You peeled your eyes from the window beside you and locked gazes with Levi.

“I’m well aware, Mister Ackerman. Watching you clean is just fascinating, seeing as your café is practically spotless.” The last sentence was one you mused to yourself. You grabbed your teacup as Levi scoffed.

Leaning forward, he swiped a finger on a ledge beside your table and in front of the window. “See,” he pointed his finger at you, barely covered in dust. “Filthy.”

“Huh. Then I guess since it’s so dirty here I should take my business elsewhere?” You cocked an eyebrow. Hiding a smirk behind your teacup.

Levi narrowed his eyes at you for a moment. “You wouldn’t last a day. You would miss staring me down too much.” You choked on your chamomile, leaning forward in surprise.

The sight seemed to amuse Levi, a slight upturn of his lips appearing.

“I don’t stare you down!” You argued, placing your cup down.

“Oh, no?” Levi inquired, a playful hint to his usual monotonous voice. “I have eyes, brat. I know when you’re ogling, it’s obvious.”

Ready to fire back, you opened your mouth but no words came out. Just the feeling of utter embarrassment creeping up your neck. Great, spending your break getting confronted by your crush.

Levi clicked his tongue while you silently accepted defeat. “Don’t get too down on yourself,” Levi started, looking back as someone entered the shop.

“I don’t mind your little crush on me.”

[cloverfics]

no questions asked ; kozume kenma

warnings nothing

genre fluff

word count 0.7k

inspiration n/a

synopsis in which kenma leaves his stream almost immediately to join you in bed when you ask

a/n was supposed to post this last week, sorry guys 😞 also this is not my best work, my apologies !

It wasn't common for you to crash any of Kenma's streams. Of course you did the usual, coming to check up on him, bringing him food and water, the minimum. Even when his audience asked to see more of you, because obviously a glimpse of your sleeve or a simple greeting wasn't enough for them, you still didn't stay for too long.

But this occasion was different. You had been stressing for weeks over what Kenma would like to call nothing. But it was something, it was school, it was work, it was the world itself that made your shoulders feel heavy. That made you want to stay in the comfort of your bed and sleep multiple days away. But for your own world to keep spinning, you knew you had to wake up everyday and live it.

Much to your dismay.

It was draining. Today especially, your boss having you stay a couple more hours because of the lack of staff, even having you lock up.

You moved the slowest you had ever trying to change into some comfortable clothes. You were so tired and weak, all you wanted was the feeling of your face pressed against your silk pillowcase and your body encased in your boyfriend's arms.

But of course he was in the game room, streaming at his usual hour with Kuroo and the others. Apparently with the screams of his name, Lev had tagged along too.

"Must be a special stream," You mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall and toward the sounds of video game gunshots and yelling. You didn't want to interrupt, but you needed Kenma more than anything.

Like always, Kenma took notice of your presence immediately. Fortunately, having won a game right as you walked in. He moved his mic from his lips to greet you, "Hey, ___. Welcome home—"

And there it was. Kenma's quick eye and mind. He knew something was up. Maybe it was due to your body literally being slumped against the threshold, or your slow blinks, you had your bets placed on the yawn you had just emitted.

"Rough day?" His voice was solemn. He hated what you were going through just as much as you did.

All you could do was hum, resting your head on the doorway and closing your eyes. Kenma hummed himself, obviously pondering to himself.

"Hi, ___!" You heard Lev's voice, the only thing that encouraged you to shuffle over to Kenma's set up. The chat flooded with greets and requests for you, you were too tired to peel your eyes at them and read.

"It's supposed to be a celebratory stream. But if you want me to come to bed with you—" Kenma was saying before you put your hands up.

"If you need to stay, I can just sleep alone." With that, you were about to take your leave. But Kenma gripped your wrist, swinging you back around to him.

"No. Do you want me to join you?" Kenma's hand slid down to your own, locking his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand. "I didn't want to seem selfish, but yea, I do." You admitted, borderline bashfully.

Kenma nodded. "Alright, I'm leaving." He said so simply that it kind of shocked you.

"Bro, we just started." Kuroo exclaimed. Kenma just shrugged, turning off his game and removing his headset.

"See you guys, tomorrow." Kenma waved to his stream, you following suit, before shutting that down as well.

"Jeez. I guess ___ comes first, huh Kenma—?" Yaku mused, that being the last thing you heard from their phone call since Kenma left that without goodbye.

You snorted. "A bit harsh, no?" Kenma stood, already leading you out of the room.

"They're annoying. Of course I'd choose you over a stream." Kenma grumbled, dragging you all the way to your shared room and shared bed.

Finally, you sighed as your cheek met the fabric of your pillow. Kenma shuffling over to wrap his arms around you to spoon you.

"You'll tell me about your day in the morning, hmm?" Kenma asked into your neck.

"Of course, Ken, good night."

"Good night."

[cloverfics]

dance with me ; tōru oikawa

warnings this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written, established relationship, mentions of tanaka x kiyoko, as well as bokuto x akaashi, mentions of weddings, and oikawa being annoying with nicknames

genre fluff

word count 1.3k

inspiration honestly, dance with me by beabadoobee ( such a pretty song )

synopsis oikawa hates when you overwork yourself, so he suggests dancing to get you away from your desk

author’s note first and foremost, happy new year everyone! i hope you’re all doing well and i wish you well ! sorry i didn’t post anything directly on, i’ve just been enjoying my time but i’m back. and i must say, i really did enjoy writing this one so i hope you guys like it too 🥺

also! i noticed there’s almost 500 of you guys and i just wanted to say thank you. i’ve had this blog for almost two years now and i’m grateful for all of you that followed. i went through a major change last year and i wonder if you any of you stayed nontheless, if not, i’m still thankful. i know i’m not very consistent and i think that’s okay, i’m trying my best to write what i think is worthy of being shown to you guys, i hope you don’t mind. i’ll still try better this year and i hope you’ll stay to watch me grow ! again, happy new year !

love, cloverfics ☘︎︎

Saying your perception of being an adult has changed over the years would be an understatement. How you went from dreaming about living on your own and having a job to wishing you were still a kid and being able to run around to an extent, you would never have the answer.

Having loads of work piled onto you, bills, school, it was stressful. And you wanted nothing more than to do nothing. But you knew if you started that, your load would get larger and you'd get lost in the heaps.

So, you glued yourself down to your computer chair and forced yourself to get it over with. Luckily you found your groove in the peace and quiet of your home, no sound other than the soft alternative you've come accustomed to. No, there was just that and quiet, no voices, no Oi—

"Honey, I'm home!" The rather loud voice that made your sweet serene scratch to a stop, jolted you forward. The tiniest bit of your herbal tea landing on your laptop. You thanked the Gods it didn't land on your papers, but if Oikawa had been any louder, who knows?

Not even a moment later was his presence barging through the door of your shared office. "Did you miss me, my sweets?" You cringed at the nickname.

"Please, never refer to me like that ever again." You said, a hint of humor in your voice. You placed your cup down before turning to face him. Clad in sweats, he had just returned from where he said he'd be all day. Practice.

Oikawa slumped momentarily at the disapproval of the nickname. Obviously thinking up something, you could tell those awful gears were turning in his head.

"How about Did you miss me, my empress?" He tried in a fabricated charming tone, waltzing his way over to you and your clutter.

You giggled. "Can't you just greet me like a normal person, ever?"

"There's no fun in that, love." A gentle kiss was pressed to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and quick. No matter it made you realize how much you had missed him all this time. Even with his borderline annoying antics, you had missed him.

Being locked up in your office with boatloads of papers and assignments had kept your mind off of him. It was a shame that after that very much needed peck that you had the urge to turn back to that computer and continue to work.

"What're we up to?" Oikawa placed a hand on the top of your chair, the other on your desk, nudging at your assignments.

"The usual." You answered monotonously, averting your attention back to the screen. You heard Oikawa's scoff.

"How long?" You hummed, leaning back in your chair. Peeling your eyes to look at him once again. Unlike before, his face was contorted into something serious.

You were aware how much Oikawa hated seeing your work like this. He thought it was damaging for you and he was right. But what was there for you to do?

"Someone's worried," Your teasing tone didn't pass by Oikawa like it usually did. His eyes connected with yours, worry and concern were the only emotions you were deciphering.

"I am. ___, seriously, how long?" It nearly made you wince, how serious Oikawa was. But you couldn't judge him, he obviously had the right.

You sighed, angling your head forward again. "Just a couple hours... is all."

"And did you take any breaks?"

A weak smile etched onto your face. You placed your fingertip onto the fine china, "To make tea."

Oikawa sighed, almost like it was in disappointment. "You can't doing this to yourself. I won't let you."

A tired groan left you. Deciding it was time to be left alone with your work again, you waved Oikawa off. "There's nothing more I can do, Toru. I have work to do and I can't just put it off."

His warm hand was placed a top of yours that was about to retreat, soon locking with your own fingers. "I know, but I can't stand it. Plus! You need to take more breaks," Oikawa urged but your face proved you were indifferent.

"Here. Let's take one now. I'm about to shower but I can spare some time to sweat a bit more, if you catch my drift." The face that was indifferent soon twisted into one of disgust, even if it was half serious.

"I don't think I want to catch your drift," You narrowed your eyes at Oikawa. But when he erupted in a fit of laughter is when they softened.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, my love. I meant let's dance. But if you really had your mind set on something else..." Oikawa trailed off. You scoffed, feeling yourself become flustered as you fell for one of his traps.

"What do you mean dance?"

Oikawa chuckled, departing from behind your chair and over to the speaker that still played that lo—fi music. "What else would I mean by dancing, honey?"

You sighed. You obviously didn't have your mind set on twirling around with Oikawa as a break but it's not like you minded either. And when he played a familiar classical tune is when you knew you really didn't mind.

"Wow, you really know how to get someone out of their chair, Toru." You eased up from the confines of your desk chair, stretching and letting your bones crack.

"What can I say, I know what you like..." Oikawa mused, making his way back over you. You made a small sound of surprise when he took your hand into his own and guided you to the middle of the office. The only part that wasn't taken up by drawers, desks, or chairs. Just you and Oikawa.

Oikawa hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands landing at your waist. "How long has it been since we danced like this?" He asked softly, chin landing on your shoulder.

"What was it? You sister's wedding—? No! Tanaka and Kiyoko's!" You both laughed in harmony as you reminisced on that day.

"What a pretty ceremony." You continued.

Oikawa followed, "We should've caught that bouquet but Bokuto just had to have it." He grumbled, you could tell some of his envy was true. You smiled remembering how upset he was when Bokuto lunged in front for him and Akaashi.

"It was sweet though. I can't wait for those two to get married." There was a window of silence after you said those words. You could those gears were turning in Oikawa's head again, but your own were going too.

"What about ours?" Oikawa whispered. Rather than being taken by surprise, you smiled wider. It was like he was reading your mind. You always wondered if Oikawa had gotten the bouquet that day would you guys be planning your wedding at this very second.

You leaned your head back a bit, signaling for Oikawa to lift his. Your gazes collided, "Whenever you want to start planning, just say the word."

Your answer seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, seeing as he stopped swaying. "Really?" There was a specific twinkle in his eyes, and did you adore it.

"Yes, really—" Your confirmation was cut off by an excited pair of lips. You giggled against them, pleased to see that Oikawa was more than happy to start planning your wedding.

Oikawa pulled back, an excited expression that matched his lips on his face. "Good because I had this idea that we should—" Your mind, unfortunately, tuned out Oikawa's rambling of his plans for the future. All you could think about how the person who cared so dear for you was ready to get married to you.

There was good in becoming an adult, you supposed. You could be wed to the one who made these endless work nights all the better. Even if it was just dancing in your office.

[cloverfics]

square ; akaashi keiji

warnings implied cheating

genre angst, fwbs

word count 0.6k

inspiration square, mitski + wonder what she thinks of me, chloe x halle

synopsis you never were going to be able to fit in the structure of akaashi’s life, no matter how much he wanted you to

author’s note this certainly hurt 😁 but this is an old draft ‘cause i’m still in a slump :/

You heaved out a sigh as Akaashi rolled off of you. Immediately he covered you up with newly pressed sheets. Your head lying on his matching pillowcase. Together, you stared at his plain ceiling, like always. There was no creases, no dents, no marks.

Nothing.

Akaashi was the first to shift around, opting to having his back face you as he checked his phone. Like always. You spared him a quick glance before following suit. Nearly wincing when you were met with a nicely framed picture of him and her.

The one this side of the bed rightfully belonged to.

Swallowing your guilt, you let your eyes drift. Akaashi’s room was clean, like always. His wall art were even, his desk area was neat, his closer was even neater. Everything was orderly. Everything had a place. Then there was you,

It wasn’t like it was your first time picking up on this. You made note of this the first time you stumbled into Akaashi’s room. Messily making out with him amongst his spotless room. Even with your head in the clouds you knew then that you didn’t fit.

How could you when the spot you wanted was already taken? There’s never really any room for someone who’s usually just a late night call. No room for someone who’s just supposed to fill a space temporarily.

But for some reason Akaashi kept you around. Maybe it was because you both were— and still are good friends. He tried to make space for you. Yet, in the end you knew it would never work.

“Hey,” almost on cue, Akaashi called out for you. You didn’t look at him, bringing your attention back to the nightstand that belonged to her.

“Are you alright?” The bed shook slightly when Akaashi turned on his other side. You nodded. She was so pretty, and so sweet. So talented, so smart, so... perfect. Why would Akaashi want to sacrifice this perfect fit in his life to have something with you?

He sighed, the air meeting your back. Following was the pressing of his chest as he reached over you to lay down the frame. You frowned.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her, ‘kay?” Akaashi draped his arm over you, his lips meeting your neck.

You gulped. You couldn’t take this anymore, you couldn’t take being a burden. The words hurt you more to say than Akaashi to hear, “We can’t do this anymore. I, can’t do this anymore...”

You could feel air get caught in Akaashi’s throat. “What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, obviously.

His arm fell from your body as you sat up. “I don’t fit here, Akaashi. I should just go.” Your eyes started searching for you clothes that were thrown and scattered across his flawless carpet. No spots, no trash, nothing.

Akaashi sat up with you, a look of confusion twisted on his face. “What does that even mean, ___?”

You bit your tongue and proceeded to climb out of his bed. Taking your clothes into your hands and shuffling them on.

“___, I want you to stay.” Painfully, those words made your heart skip a beat. Of course, you had to fall for Akaashi and his routine. Even if it didn’t make anything special of you.

You inhaled deeply, slipping into your shoes. “Just— keep things strong with her, okay? You guys are meant to be. You’re a really good guy, sorry for causing so much trouble.” The last sentence was muttered while you made your way to Akaashi’s bedroom door.

You heard him shuffle on his own clothes, exclaiming a wait at you. But you were already out the door.

Silently, you said goodbye to Akaashi and his perfectly square room. Where there was no longer any confusion, any intrusion, and no you.

[cloverfics]

winter things ; eren, armin, levi, hange, sasha, jean, connie, and mikasa

warnings this is just some pure fluff hcs

genre fluff, modern au

word count 0.6k

inspiration n/a

synopsis winter things with some of the aot characters

author’s note i recently caught up on the aot manga and it ripped me apart. so, for my own self indulgence, here’s winter things i’d want to do with them individually ( or could see them doing )

eren yeager;

please ask him if he wants to build gingerbread houses

i can see it getting competitive, so competitive that eren wants armin to step in as judge

just to see his reaction, you play dirty ( eat steal some of his materials, even go as far as breaking his gingerbread, etc. )

doesn't notice for a while but thanks to your snickering and armin trying to hold back his laughter, it clicks

and boy, was eren not having it

after his rant you give the competition to him even though he won technically because of your cheating

armin arlert;

i don't know why but i can see gift wrapping with armin being therapeutic

there's the faint sound of christmas songs while you two are having small talk about who's present you're wrapping

softly asking each other for materials

and if there's bigger gifts, asking for help from one another

and for myself: he'd be there to calm you down when you accidentally pull too hard on paper and rip it

levi ackerman;

just one look at levi and you can tell he's not one for christmas spirit

but pester him a enough times to help you decorate and you'll get what you want

he claims it's because he doesn't want you to make the house ugly but truly he likes it

you know for a fact when you see him focusing hard on which bulb to put on the tree

to make it more fun, you guys decorate different parts of the house

and at the end of it all, you two sit down and enjoy tea ( while levi comments on the parts of the house you did )

hange zoë;

obnoxiously singing christmas songs

i just know it's the best feeling to scream your lungs out with hange

your guys' voice cracking and everything

not a single key is being hit but it's fun

it's usually done on christmas day when everyone else is over

and yes, levi hates it

sasha braus;

you and sasha annually decorate christmas cookies

of course with sasha, it's not smooth sailing

by time you guys are done half of the materials have been digested by her

but she still lets you have your fun and you guys end up with a handful of nice cookies

which by the end of the night are eaten by sasha but it's still fun

jean kirstein;

all i want is to watch christmas lights with jean

he'll probably think it's stupid at first but since you want to do it, he will no doubt

he's glad he goes along with you because seeing your reaction every time you guys see a breathtaking display makes his heart warm

lets be honest, connie and sasha tag along and they don't hold back every time they see him smile at you

connie springer;

speaking of connie, snowball fights are necessary every winter season with him

it's all fun and games until connie nails you in the face and then you're out for blood

you both have forts with stacks of snowballs and you guys could go all day

usually it ends sooner than later since it's freezing

ends with you two cuddled up inside

mikasa ackerman;

build a snowman with her NOW

she’ll be hesitant at first because just like levi, winter fun doesn’t seem like her thing either

but after seeing how much you’re enjoying it she’ll embrace it

liked dressing it the most, even went as far as wrapping her scarf around it

was, surprisingly, sad when it melted