✶ ichigo kurosaki!

he’s very cookie cutter tbh

bro would probably stick to calling you “baby, babe,” & variations of those for the most part

(timeskip wise) but since he’s been overseas for uni, he’d also slip in an endearment from another language and it makes you melt the most. it just sounds too perfect coming from his lips; the acute fondness since you were the only person in the world who got to hear those words was a truth that made you weak (so ofc he’d use that to his advantage sometimes lmao).

i feel like a favorite of his would be “honey,” namely because it’s simple, sweet and kinda flows out naturally from him. it especially shows once you two settle down.

still though, he’d mostly just call you by your name overall because he thinks that’s endearing in itself & he has absolutely no qualms about saying your name at any given time

now with calling him pet names, though一he’d love it. whether you do it frequently or it’s a rarity, he loves hearing whatever pet name you decide to call him (he’d find himself cherishing them more if you rarely call him by anything other than his name).

✶ uryuu ishida!

he’s one i think would hesitate at first to call you any pet name, it doesn’t matter. but the longer you stay together, the pet names and nicknames just start pouring.

he’d probably call you something specific like “darling, sweetheart,” & the like, though usually accompanied with your name.

but, but, but一he would most definitely call you endearing terms in german. honestly, they’re probably his go-to lmao. they just ooze the most sweetness, and he barely ever stuck to just saying the same one. some would have deliberate meanings that described smth you do or things along those lines. it was literally a soft spot for you.

if you try to reciprocate and use any little endearing or playful german name for him, he’d be so smitten i’m so deadass. but anything you say, though, will make him fall for you even more. he just loves that you consider him so dear (lmao that could be something he calls you, too).

✶ yumichika ayasegawa!

definitely doesn’t hold back when it comes to pet names. he’ll call you “sugar, honey, pudding,” & all because he thinks the sweetest things of you, so he would like to think they describe you perfectly.

he’d slip in a “darling, sweetheart,” or a “love,” here and there as well because he has to keep it classy sometimes.

but he would actually call you shit like “snookums,” just to mess with you.

(however, that was in the beginning一you can totally tell it’s transformed from pure irony into something that he genuinely loves to call you by now)

actual name to pet name ratio is solid; he had no preference on what to call you, it all just depends on what his mind decides for him the moment he thinks of you.

if you call him any pet names, ofc a very obvious weakness would be ones where you compliment his looks (like “pretty boy, handsome, doll”). but anything you deem special enough to call him will make his heart swell, and it’s the same the other way around.

✶ jushiro ukitake!

he’s a sweet old man so he’d stick to things like “sweetie, love,” and “dumpling, pumpkin.”

he was already very affectionate & open with you so it didn’t take bro long to get comfortable enough to say pet names at all. there are some days where he finds himself saying them more than your name simply because of the way you tend to respond to them.

he’s so soft for you he wouldn’t even dare to pick a favorite, he just likes being sweet on you and calling you anything that feels right.

calling you pet names just comes so naturally to him and you love him so much that you even love the ones he comes up with that may be a tiny bit weird.

but when you call him anything endearing, it results in him gushing on the inside. to hear something so intimate come from you, whether it be simple in some other’s eyes, is adorable in his.

✶ byakuya kuchiki!

now, in the beginning he would definitely struggle the most with calling you anything other than your name. but once the man relaxes and you both open up to each other, he was taken.

you cherished each word he said anyways, but for pet names? since they were so rare to hear from him, you clung on to each and every one of them.

every soft-spoken “dove, angel,” every little “sunshine, beautiful,” that was delivered with a smile.

it was [chef’s kiss] to you

but his favorite? it had to be either “my love,” or “my beloved,” heavy on the latter. it was his immediate go-to and it was a tiny way of showing how near and dear you are to his heart.

if you call him any pet names, let’s just say he’d enjoy it in secret. there were only a few times where he showed how much your little names for him affected him & it was gorgeous to see (you teased him for it).

☆ : mfw i decide to actually go through with this idea knowing good and damn well that i despise the shit outta pet names

i feel like it’s so obvious when i kinda (emphasis on kinda) found my footing after ichigo’s part. but i do hope that my struggle to finish this wasn’t that apparent as well.

also, i couldn’t remember if ichigo just went to the states for college or if he went somewhere else (so just imagine he knows a bunch of languages if i’m wrong, sorry).

but bleach needs more male readers bc there are too many hot men in it for there not be thousands of fics likeeee.

anyways, this is lame as fuck but i hope someone enjoys

“Aw crap, we’re out of cereal and milk again! I’ma head out to the store to get some more!” Denji shouted as he zipped past two lazy bodies to the front door, snatching his hoodie off the rack with poorly disguised eagerness.

Aki sighed, looking up from the creased daily newspaper. “Again? That’s the third time this month.” His orbs followed Denji’s haste movements to shrug on the clothing.

The blond barely spared him a glance as he tried to fix his bedhead, “Yeah, yeah, I know, right? It’s bogus how Power keeps eating it all.” He feigned understanding just as said girl squawked at the blame now delivered to her shoulders. “What the fuck? I haven’t even touched the cereal since two weeks ago!” She yelled, mouth full of her breakfast, unfortunately it was just amalgamation of bacon and eggs.

“Ya can’t fool me, Powy, I know you sneak around in the middle of night, scarfing that shit down.” The gobsmacked look on blonde’s face was one Denji could remember for centuries.

“You bi一” as she was prepared to scream her indignation, she was stopped in her tracks by Aki’s agitated groan, followed by Denji’s so-called reassurance.

“Don’t worry, though,” the boy flicked the lock open, stepping an inch outside the apartment with every syllable. “I’ll make sure to replenish your stash, so don’t wait up!” Denji grinned at that last part, officially saying his leave to the both of them, the door narrowly missing his behind with how fast he tried to shut it.

With the boy off and out, Aki’s eyes lingered on the door. But they began to narrow in suspicion, prompting him to rise from the coach and walk into the kitchen for further investigation.

However, his investigation ended as soon as it started. The man found not just one, but several boxes of cereal, moderately filled. As well as the milk, as far back in fridge as it was, half full. This made his face scrunch up in confusion as he shut the fridge and leaned against it to turn his attention to Power一who now had a lap full of Meowy, clearly had to have been ruffled by the morning ruckus and sauntered out of their bedroom.

“Power,” Aki started. She nodded in his direction, still stuffing her face. “We’re still good on breakfast一he’s not just ‘going to the store,’ is he?” He wondered aloud, sighing at the thought of Denji pulling some shit.

“Yes, see!” she jabbed a finger in the air, “He’s up to something. Something... I can assume is very stupid.” Then Power just pets a purring Meowy as Aki shakes his head at it all.

Geez, that was close, Denji thought as he strolled down the sidewalk. It was getting real tiring having to think excuses pertaining to various foods they did or didn’t have. Many apologies and more to his family, but he couldn’t let them know the reason why he had those excuses for where he was going一especially not Power, god, he’d probably never hear the end of it.

Oh, what was the reason exactly?

He has a crush.

That’s right, the reason why he began waking up early in the morning and trying to make sure not a single hair was out of place一well, in his own unique way一was because someone is after Denji’s heart. And he’d so let them take it if they pleased.

One day when it was actually his duty to do some shopping, at this little grocery store a few blocks down from his apartment, is where he met you.

He was only there to gather the items on the short list that Aki handed over to him that morning, but when you stepped up next to him while he was eying two freaky looking fish, and the shy offer for assistance flew out of your mouth, he found himself a bit touched.

“But you don’t even work here, though?” was what he said back then, now eying you.

“Do I have to work here in order to help out some clearly indecisive guy?” The little chuckle that you ended your rebuttal with was unfortunately cute enough that it made his heart jump in his chest. When you leaned over to help him pick the better fish, his heart was absolutely drumming at how close you were and how easily his hand could slip into yours.

He didn’t say a single word of complaint when you offered to help him finish up his shopping; he just let his cheeks burn a bright pink while he trailed behind you with two baskets and hearts for eyes.

After that day, every other week or so he’d pop up at the store, yearning to see you, while also juggling his best attempts to make his appearances look normal and coincidental.

It was a flawless plan in his mind. Every day you two seemed to be getting closer and closer; then soon, he couldn’t deny the hope that lingered.

Even if it should’ve been embarrassing一considering how easily he fell for you after only meeting a handful of times. But he couldn’t really find it in himself to give a fuck.

Denji smiled proudly, maybe he could finally get to do all the things couples do with you.

Meanwhile the blond was gushing, it didn't occur to him that had already arrived at the store until he heard that familiar bell’s jingle giving him the signal.

Then he let his eyes wander, searching the store trying to pick you out of the bustling crowd of shoppers. He stumbled upon right when he almost missed you; you were crouched down by a vending machine, mashing away at the buttons.

With a little bit of pep in his step, he made a b-line for you.

“Good mornin’, [name].” Denji jostled the keys in his pocket when he tried to wave. You looked up at the approach and softly smiled at him. “Hi there, Denji. You doing some shopping again?” you made casual conversation as you were inserting money into the slot. Pink dusted his cheeks as he immediately responded with no, in his head. But in real life he stuck with a shy confirmation and told you that he just needed some cereal.

But as you were prepared to say something else, you were interrupted by two bags of chips spilling out of the bottom.

“Holy shit, what did you do?” Denji was cackling at the surprise you exuded.

“I don’t even fucking know,” you chuckled, pushing yourself up from the ground. “But how perfect is this?” the smile on your face was too warm, too soft, he almost ignored the next words that came out of your mouth.

“One for me, and one for you, Denji.”

You held out a bag for him and he stared in disbelief.

“You’re... gonna share with me?” He hesitantly reached for the bag, awaiting your next answer.

Still smiling you told him exactly what he wanted to hear, “I’ll always split stuff with people I like. Obviously.”

Obviously, you said. You also said that he’s one of the people you like. Obviously.

He was so glad it was obvious to you because he clearly missed a chapter or two一but he didn’t care, this was what he was hoping for the entire time. Maybe he’s got it.

“[Name]...” Denji called as you were already munching on your bag of chips. You immediately caught his eye, humming as you wait for the moment the boy was ready to speak.

“I... I just want ya to know that I really, really like you.” The blond laid his heart out on the table. “And I wanna date you and一nd take you out someday...?” He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the chatter of civilians the longer you kept quiet. And he was actually so ready to bolt out of the store right about now if this goes down a road he hadn’t hoped for.

But there you go, exceeding his expectations again.

“I know,” is what you said.

Denji’s eyes snapped open at that and you laughed at the shock written all over his face.

“You know? Wha一Whaddya mean you knew?” Because of the shock, Denji’s voice also was getting louder so you took his hand and led him outside to avoid any suspicious eyes. Though you were laughing along the way, Denji was angry pouting as he tried to shush you.

Calming down a bit, you stuttered out apologies before confessing. “I’m sorry, Denji, but it’s not like you tried to hide it or anything一” his mouth fell open. “I coulda sworn I was being subtle!” That was one of his most natural build ups for a confession, like, ever.

“You have the subtlety of a puppy,” you covered your face as you snort. “But that’s okay because it’s one of the things I like about you.” He flushed red underneath your teasing gaze.

“So... ya really do like me then?” Denji didn’t take his eyes off of you this time. This new smile of yours formed cute little crinkles around your eyes and he thinks it’s one of his favorites.

“If I say yes, would you be my boyfriend?” The sly question had Denji’s heart doing flips. He’d love nothing more than to wear the title of your boyfriend and to have you as his.

So he answered with a kiss.

✶ notes! › i actually completed this holy mf shit i did not have hope. i still think it’s literally too long for my original plan but whatever i’m kinda happy with what i came up with.

  You and Aki worked two separate jobs, lived in separate apartments on different sides of the city一but that didn’t stop either of you from visiting each other, and to scope out each other’s workplace.

Well, that’s what you should’ve been doing when you arrived to the Public Safety HQ, but you had other, better plans in mind.

As you strolled down the extensive halls, casually greeting any passersby, you looked and searched until you found what you’d consider Aki’s office; you’ve seen the inside quite a few times as well. Usually to drop off his occasionally forgotten lunch and steal a kiss or two. But today, you showed up empty handed, pushing your way inside and allowing the chill of the tidy room to blow over you.

The sight before you triggered a stumble in your heart; there was your boyfriend, brandishing his form-fitting dark suit that you felt no shame in letting your eyes take in. But you noticed that his hair was down this time, and fuck, if you thought he didn’t look sexier you’d be lying through your teeth.

While you were struggling inwardly to maintain your composure, blue eyes snapped upward at the intrusion, but the stony clouds in them dissipated as soon as he recognized your familiar face.

With a soft smile pulling at his lips, Aki rose from his desk and strode over to you. Every step he took, though, your eyes followed一blatantly ogling his body and how each muscle moved, shifting underneath the tux as he used them to reach your side.

“Hey,” he called, his deep voice too sweet for your ears. Aki towered over you, his eyelids heavy with an acute fondness as he let your hand traverse his waistline to rub the small of his back. In return, he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and the other inched its way down to your free hand, fingers curling around it and effectively caging you into him, which you’d always allow.

Continuing to hold onto him, you smiled, letting your chin perch on his chest. “Hey,” you parroted, looking up at him through your eyelashes catching the way his cheeks subtly darkened at the look. But he must’ve caught onto your act because the blush was gone and soon he was skeptical, “So... if I didn’t forget my lunch and you’ve got nothin’ on you, did you just miss me? Or do want something out of me? Is that it?” The dark-haired man peered down at you, but your eyes were elsewhere.

Aki tried to follow your line of sight, “[name], love?” The endearment garnered your attention, but your eyes drifted down to his suit for what felt like the fiftieth time that evening. “What is it?”

“Nothin’ nothin’, I just...” you trailed off, now hiding your face in his chest. “I... I really wanna fuck you on your desk.” The declaration had Aki stuck in place, but you soon felt heat emitting from his body so you shifted around more to hide your giddy smile.

Not that that could ever stop Aki from noting your excitement. He sighed begrudgingly, “[name]. Is that seriously what to came all the way here for? Just to fuck me?” He tried to sound all scolding, but nothing could obscure the way his face burned with a pretty red from merely repeating your request; and how from your position, it did wonders for edging the stubborn tent in his slacks.

But you avoided mentioning that, for now.

“When you put it like that, you make it sound like it isn’t worth the bus fair.” You felt encouraged when he managed to chuckle at that. “Come on, Aki. You look too fine today to pass up the opportunity.” With every word you spoke, you placed chaste kisses on the man’s scorching neck, humming contentedly when the hand on shoulder roughly gripped the fabric of your sweater, and when Aki’s balance started becoming a bit unsavory.

A shaky sigh reached your ears, and soon enough Aki was backing the two of you to the edge of his desk. “Fine,” he murmured. “It’s already about my break, anyway. But just this once. I’ll go along with you. Quietly.” At the sign of a primise you smiled, kissing him, with a “thank you, babe.” But he steered you back in so he could properly reciprocate the kiss, you followed his vigorous lead and let your hands fall to cup his firm ass.

You swallowed up every lovely sound the taller man granted you, each soft moan making you harder and harder by the minute. But with one glance down, it didn’t seem like Aki was too far behind.

Undoing his belt, you disconnected your lips momentarily for a better task. Aki’s breath hitched his throat as his dark eyes watched you crouch to your knees, releasing the man’s dick from the confines of his boxers.

It was an angry, throbbing red; the tip greeted you with streams of precum that you gratefully lapped up, licking the underside of his girth before taking him in whole. A few choked moans and the hand that gripped onto your head only served as encouragement as you bobbed your head on his dick. He could be so sensitive sometimes but that didn’t make you enjoy making him unravel any less.

The next time you looked up at him as you sloppily sucked him off, you found that Aki had unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, allowing for your eyes to greedily eat up the sight of his rosey pecs and sweat-coated abs. You moaned around his dick just as Aki released a groan deep enough to rattle your core. He covered his mouth in a feeble attempt to silence himself as your efforts drew him close.

But of course, you released his dick with a string of saliva connecting its eagerness with your puffy lips. Aki cursed but you moved up to soothe him with a kiss. “Any other time, I would’ve loved for you to come right then and there,” you feigned a sigh, pulling your pants and boxers down enough so your own hardened dick could be met with the chill of the air. “But you can’t come until I’ve gotten to fuck you stupid over this desk.” You fanned away wisps of his bangs as a flabbergasted Aki and his cloudy eyes looked between your own and your awaiting dick.

“Alright. Yeah. That’s fair.” Aki would never admit the pool of arousal that sat in his gut only got bigger. “So, how do you want me?” Even with his chest heaving and legs probably weaker than they’ve ever been, he still asked what you preferred.

You hummed, “On your stomach for me, please.” Aki nodded at the request, but the change of position did nothing to stop his reddening face as he laided across his desk, exposing his behind to you. But this is what you wanted, and he had no difficulty giving it to you.

He knew you were enjoying this, too一the way silence hung in the air for several intervals when your eyes were raking over his ruffled hair, his messy uniform and how it all just filled you with want. The dark-haired man looked to the side bashfully when you then lingered on the expanse of his ass. Although you didn’t want to get too lost in the moment, afterall you only had the man’s break together.

Digging into your pants’ pockets, you fished out a small bottle of lube. Aki’s mouth drops with astonishment, “My god, you fucking asshole.” And then he chuckles at the thought of you being prepared for this, but you shut him up with the feeling of that cold liquid coming into contact with his hot skin. He hisses as you lightly shush him with a kiss to the dimples in his lower back.

He shivers underneath you as the liquid comes drizzling down to catch at his tight hole. Lapping up some of it, you began to circle his rim with two fingers smirking when it twitches under your touch. Aki bucks against the desk when you finally sink your fingers into his heat, you didn’t care that your own face was burning up, but how could you when you wanted to feel that heat around your dick instead. Though you kept to the prep, easing your fingers in and out of him, matching each push with Aki’s faint little moans.

When he shuddered just right, you knew you reached that point, so pressed two fingers against it and chuckled as Aki tried not to moan to loud. He was pushing his ass back, aiming for more of your fingers but you refused; pulling the two digits out before Aki could get carried away.

You took the bottle again and coated your length in lube, giving it a few pumps as you aligned your hips with Aki’s. “I’m about to put in, Aki. You ready?” The man nodded and reached behind himself for your hand. “Of course I am. Please, just fuck me, baby.” He stared back at you, waiting and begging for you to do something.

You gulped and stuttered out a tiny, “will do.” Then you didn’t hold back, making quick work to slide past his entrance and onto Aki’s hot walls, moaning when he clenched around, molding himself perfectly for you. The dark-haired man bit down into his forearm to shield his moans, his knees almost turning into jelly as you made him feel much too full, and the arousal stirring up inside him becoming nearly unbearable.

Once you were nestled inside of him, you pulled out only to slam back inside一you kept up his pattern the sound of your hips meeting was akin to music. Aki let out little calls of your name the harder your thrusts came. You leaned over his broad shoulders to kiss at the nape of his neck, using a free hand to fist Aki’s abandoned dick. He nearly cried out at his, sloopily jutting his hips back and forth to match your actions, and you loved seeing the man’s unfathomable eagerness on full display.

“[n-name]一I’m, fuck, please一” Aki babbled, but you understood every word. Slowing your thrusts down as your rocked your hips, feeling yourself getting close to the edge as well. You didn’t stop Aki as his usually deep voice turned high when he cried, reaching his peak, you kept pump into him until you came inside, filling him up to the brim.

You two laid there catching your breaths. Letting the afterglow from the broad windows wash over you.

A sigh emitted from you as you came down from your orgasm, you sent a cheeky smile to Aki, who laid stiff as bricks underneath you.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad for a first, right?” The question only furthered Aki’s growing post-nut clarity. So instead of answering verbally to face embarrassing teasing, he kicked you in the shin.

꒰♡꒱ end note: i still can’t end fics properly sometimes so i will make a joke, sorry. anyways, ik it’s dumb as hell but this is all i came up with on short notice 💀💀 i have a better aki fic for later i promise.

but i still hope someone could enjoy even though i’m rusty lmfao

  Peter swung by the streets of Queens, making his way to your place. Unfortunately, he’s running late; you guys were supposed to study after school but some bad guys got in the way.

He landed on your balcony, and peeked through the window to see the lights off. Looking around more, he found you asleep, with your textbooks surrounding you.

For a moment, he stood outside, just admiring how the moonlight lit up your skin and how relaxed you looked.

It was kinda creepy; Peter dressed still as Spider-Man, looking at a sleeping guy through his window. But he couldn’t care how it looked.

He soon opened the window and stumbled into your room, slowly walking closer to you after taking off his mask.

Cooing, Peter sat down on your bed and ran his fingers across your scalp. You subconsciously shifted towards his touch, making him giggle.

But his touch made you wake up, your vision blurry with sleep. Upon seeing this figure above you, you ended up jumping off of the bed with a scream and falling flat on your ass.

“Peter? Oh my fucking god一” You groaned, he immediately rushed to help you up, a river of apologies flowing. “Shit, I’m so sorry, [name]!”

You waved him off and laid back on your bed while he stayed seated by your side, sighing deeply. “I-I just came in. I know it’s late but you know with the whole Spidey thing一I lost track of time. I’m sorry I missed our study date.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped as he pouted down towards his lap.

“Peter,” You call out for him. He looks up at you, his wide brown eyes locking with your own.

“C'mere,” He immediately curls up to your side and you run your hands along his back to calm him down. “It’s fine, Pete. I know the deal. I already studied ‘n everything so it’s chill.”

He huffed, shaking his head. “But I wanted us to study together.” You laugh, a big fond smile crossing your face. “We can still study, you know. It’s just hella late and I was already trying to sleep and shit. But here you go, barging in.” You yawn for added effect for your teasing. But you were actually pretty tired, though. As soon as it hit eleven o'clock, you were knocked out.

Peter hit your chest lightly as he laughed. “Yeah, yeah whatever. We can study tomorrow. The test isn’t until Monday, so...”

You nod, catching on to what he was insinuating. “Let’s just sleep for now. I’m tired as hell.” Peter snorted but hummed in agreement. “Same here.”

“Goodnight, Pete.”

“Night, [nickname].” He plants a kiss on your cheek.

  When you first came to Midtown, you didn’t really expect much. Sure it was a good school, a lot of smart kids, good teachers, an amazing school grade. But sometimes you lowkey felt like you didn’t belongーlike you weren’t smart enough compared to all of the big brains that surrounded you the more you tried to get involved into the school’s activities.

Those feelings washed away once you started getting those good grades and receiving the awaited praise.

But there was something else, or rather someone.

Peter Parker.

You were drawn to him for some odd reason, but you never paid any mind to it.

When he first was instructed to show you around the school, that’s where some of these feelings started.

“You’re not from here are you?” Peter glanced your way, but quickly averted his eyes to the posters on the hallway walls. His face was slightly tinged pink, but you ignored it to smile at him. “Yeah, how’d you know?” The brunet just shrugged. “Uh. Just a good guess. Where are you from though?” It might have been nothing but you felt like there was something in his voice when he asked you, but you just brushed it off for now. “[city/state/country]. My mom’s always wanted me to move, so why not New York? She put me in this school since she thinks it’ll help me; give me a bright future and all of that.”

Peter nodded at your story. “That’s really cool of her一to put you in this school, I mean. I think you’ll like it here. Hopefully.” Quickly adding the last part, he gave you a bright smile that you couldn’t help but return. “I hope so too.”

You both walk down the hallways in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Peter speaks up again.

“Hey, uh, after school do you wanna maybe…hang out? I can show you more around Queens?” Those big brown eyes bored into his own. Honestly, how could you say no to such a genuine offer to spend time with one of the nicest guys in school? “Sure, that’d be really dope, Peter.” You agree, doing a little happy dance when the boy gave him the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen. “I gotta get to class, though. So I’ll see you一”

The brunet grabbed your arm before you could start to walk away, his grip was unnaturally tight so you were heavily pulled back towards him. “Let me walk you!” You raised an eyebrow at that, he gave you a sheepish smile in return. “I mean, can I walk you to class?”

“I’d like that,” you smiled at him. “shall we?” Holding out your arm, waiting for him to take it. Peter giggled before locking both of your arms. “We shall.”

While you were walking to class, you both talked about completely random shit to pass the little time you had. Through that, you learned that he really likes pop culture. But hey, you don’t mind it at all.

And maybe, just maybe, you learn that you have a crush on him as well.

You don’t seem to mind that either.

Long after school has ended, you stand by the entrance at the bottom of the stairs. You’ve been waiting for about fifteen minutes for the brunet boy and there hadn’t been a glimpse of him in sight as the other kids started to make their own ways home. Tapping your foot lightly, you’re starting to doubt that Peter’s going to even show up now. Would waiting a few more minutes be a good idea? Yeah, but only a few then he’s gone.

But you sigh and push yourself from the railing and begin walking home. You really liked Peter, so getting blown off on him when you thought you made a good impression was a stab to the heart.

Pulling out your phone, deciding it could do the least to distract you right now. But just as you were about to pass an alleyway, you saw a flash of red and blue from the corners of your eye.

You turn to see the infamous Spider-Man.

Like a dumbass, you treaded lightly down the alley until you could get a closer look without being seen. Unfortunately, the hero was in the process of removing his mask and you gasp once you catch a glimpse of his face. He hears you and snaps towards the noise.

You gasped even louder once you saw his face.

“Peter?? What the fuck?” His brown eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head as his face burns in something similar to embarrassment and fear. The brunet paces for a few seconds as you just stand there, unable to move. He turns back towards you before mumbling a quick: “sorry, [name...”

“What一” Then everything suddenly went black.

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Seems like it’s been hours before you finally woke up, hushed whispers surrounding you. Your head was pounding and you were mildly confused on what was happening before you remembered一Peter is Spider-Man.

Eyes snapping open, you find Ned and Michelle standing over you. The former looks nervous and glances at his two friends and you while the latter has her arms folded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Where the hell am I?” You ask. Jesus Christ, your voice was so raspy. “You don’t get to know that.” Michelle narrowed her eyes at you, Ned made a noise of disagreement as he sent a look back at Peter. “Dude, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

He sighed shakily as he started to walk over to you.

“In my room, you’re in my room.”

Okay. Running your hands through your hair, you make attempts to regulate your breathing and calm down. “But why though?”

“It’s because you saw what you shouldn’t have.” She got elbowed in her ribs lightly from Ned, only rolling her eyes and letting Peter take her place closer to his bed.

“You saw me with my mask off. A-And I had to get you back here before anyone could’ve saw.” That was justifiable, still you felt a sharp pain pass through your head. “Makes sense, but damn, did you have to punch me so hard?” Wincing, you felt a bruise coming in. Oh, brother.

Ned, already being prepared, tossed you a pack of ice. “Here, man.” You thank him quietly as you held it up to your face, sighing in relief. The brunet turned red with embarrassment for the second time that day. “I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to! God, I’m already fucking this up more.” That was directed more or less to himself than you. “First I stood you up and then I punched you!” The boy buried his face in his hands.

Now, his friends seemed to recognize his succeeding distress and took this as a cue for them to leave you guys alone for now. Ned sends you an apologetic smile and a wave, Michelle was already out the door.

“Peter,” you tried to get his attention, he was still refusing to look at you. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” This whole thing was wild and it didn’t help with the fact that it felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest with how close you two were.

He sighed again and finally lifted his head to face you, but still looking everywhere else. “Um, you already know by now but I’m Spider-Man,” There was an attempt to laugh from him but you just raised an eyebrow making him fidget. “I got caught up because some stupid bank got robbed right after last class and I had to rush to get back to you. But, I obviously didn’t make it in time since you were about to go home…”

A solemn look crossed his face as his lips pressed in a thin line. “I really, really like you [name] and wanted to show you around. I’m so, so sorry for punching you by the way.

You brought your hand up to tug him to sit down besides you. The small gesture seem to calm him down a bit as his shiny brown eyes stared you down. “Hey, it’s fine. I like you, too. I thought you didn’t feel my energy ‘cause you never came.” That made him squawk, shaking his head frantically. “Your energy is perfectly fine!” His voice cracked in the middle of it, you couldn’t help but snort. “I never would've一wait,” a shy smile started to spread on his pink lips. “Did you just say ‘you like me, too’?”

That’s what he pays attention to, not like you can blame him. But you still playfully roll your eyes and squeeze his wrist for confirmation.

“C-Can I kiss you?” He blurted, turning red by the second as he caressed your knuckles. Chuckling, you declined. “Not right now, my face still hurts like shit from your punch.” He laughed and lightly shoved at your shoulder. “Fine, that’s fair. But what about a hug as an extra apology?” Peter extends his arms and wiggles them a tiny bit to get you to embrace him.

Scoffing, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe him in. The feeling of his muscular arms secured tightly around your neck was something that you couldn’t have waited for. His fingers touch the back of your head, softly twisting his fingers through the coils.

Both of you sigh, it feels so close to a dream with how everything worked out. Well, maybe it is. Either way, neither of you wants it to end.

  ⌒ MIKASA ACKERMAN ✶

  It was just you, Mikasa, and two cups of hot chocolate, cuddling on the couch as the television played idly in the background. It was simplistic but it still brought you major comfort merely having your girlfriend by your side. Although, your mind couldn’t focus on the show seeing as you were too wrecked with sleepiness, loosely following the calm drum of Mikasa’s heartbeat.

You felt her shift, plucking the mug out of your hands to set it on the table. “Don’t you want to head to bed, [name]? You almost spilled it.” There was a smile prominent in the ravenette's voice. She spoke low so as to not disturb you too much. But you only wordlessly shook your head; now that there was nothing occupying your hands, you curled around Mikasa and, honestly, it made you feel more tired.

Mikasa hummed, her arms wrapping around you instantly. Unabashedly, she took a little joy in how clingy you could get at hours like these. The ravenette let you rest your head in the crook of her neck, and the latter has never felt so warm and comfy in that moment. Mikasa’s presence and touch was enough to make your body go lax.

The girl released a pleased sigh; now it was just you, Mikasa, and her fingers running up and down your back to coax you into a good night’s sleep.

  ⌒ PIECK FINGER ✶

  Her voice was like nyquil, smooth as butter as she read off every word. Your head was perched in her lap as one hand stayed steady on your head as the other flicks to the next page. You could barely keep your eyes open, wanting to fight against the drowsiness and hear her read to you longer, but your body was much too weak.

Pieck was all too good at this. It basically became a routine for you at this point; when you were having a bit of trouble sleeping, she would be there to soothe you down.

You couldn’t even register her pausing in the middle of her sentence as you start to slowly succumb to sleep. You heard a soft laugh and then a kiss was placed on your forehead.

  ⌒ DENJI ✶

he was a tad bit slow to pick up on when you started to avoid him. but when he realized it, he thought you were just being weird and assumed you wanted to be left alone so he didn’t really lose sleep over it.

but that was at first. days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and you haven’t as so little spared him a glance or talked to him, anything. “how much time does a guy need alone?” was one of the many questions running through his head.

when he felt like you were probably cool now, he went up to you one day and tried to talk to you…you know, like some friends tend to do. but you practically dissed him; you were so fucking cold and distant, he didn’t understand why you were acting like this because you were supposed to be best buddies, amigos, a dynamic duo一why did you basically drop him? it pissed him off like no other and he wanted the truth IMMEDIATELY.

…which unfortunately led to an argument and more.

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“What the hell’s your problem?!” Denji hollered at you, his hand fisted the collar of your uniform. The volume of his voice made you wince and you grabbed his wrist, trying to pry him off you. “Me? What about you? You’re in my face screaming, and for what?” You scowled.

There was one reason you could quickly think of that’s behind the blond’s outburst. He’s never been this angry at you, but if you told him the truth he’d probably hate you more than he already seems to.

“I’m tired of you actin’ like I don’t exist!” His grip got even tighter. “When I see you, you don’t start talkin’, you stopped coming over to hang out. I get nothing from you, man. Tell me why you’re fucking ignoring me. Was it over some petty shit I did? Well I’m sorry, okay?”

He doesn’t even know what he did and he’s still apologizing一but he didn’t even do anything, it’s all your stupid heart’s fault. Damn it.

“Just leave me alone, it’s nothing. I’m just being stupid.” You tried to get him off you again but he grabbed your hand and squeezed. “Quit doin’ that. Why won’t you just talk to me? I’m right here in front of you! I don’t care what it’s about, just tell me what’s up with you!” He was being so persistent, you knew he wasn’t going to give up until you told him something, anything. Your eyes started to burn and you felt tears trickle down your cheeks. You really couldn’t hide it anymore, could you?

“I can’t stand to see your face. It makes me sick,” you harshly exhaled and closed your eyes tight. You felt his body go rigid as you continued to speak. “It makes me so sick because everytime I see your face I’m reminded that we’ll never be together.”

“I hate that I had to like you of all people because I know you’ll never want me the way that I want you.”

You managed to peel his hands off of you but neither of you said anything, just standing in silence as you dried your eyes.

It was killing you the longer he stayed quiet, if anything, you wished the ground would just swallow you whole right now and maybe you’d be fine. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen一nothing you wanted ever happened.

“[name],” his voice was uncertain, almost like a question. You kept your eyes screwed shut, not trusting yourself to look at him. But then, you were engulfed in warmth. Denji was hugging you. His arms were wrapped around you in what felt like a protective way.

“I can’t believe you did all that ‘cuz you have a crush on me.” He snorted into your shoulder but you were still tense. “Don’t be such a loner next time and say somethin’. I mean, I could like you too and you’d never know it ‘cuz you ain’t ask.” he grumbled.

Hearing that made your face heat up, going slack in his embrace. Maybe waiting this long wasn’t so bad if he felt the same as you. Maybe you could finally have what you’ve always wanted.

  ⌒ AKI HAYAKAWA ✶

when he picked up on it, he was really confused on why the hell you suddenly didn’t want to be around him anymore. you would talk to him often, even about the stupidest things known to man; you were just always there. he grew to appreciate the time you guys spent together so he was kind of hurt that it was ripped away from him.

he didn’t say anything at first, he was honestly waiting to be sure that his suspicions that you cutting him off were true.

and in aki’s mind, he was correct; you barely looked his way, your kind smiles and addicting laughter became a rarity, you started to keep everything strictly professional and it was like there was a barrier separating you two… you just completely withdrew yourself from him.

when he finally wanted to say something to you, he had to find a way to corner you in a room where no one would eavesdrop (much to your demise).

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The raven was gripping your forearm tightly and you couldn’t help but feel scrutinized as he stared you down, his navy eyes unreadable. Not a word has been said since he practically trapped you in this room and you were hesitant to even question the reason behind all of this.

Aki stared at you for a second longer before furrowing his eyebrows, finally letting you go but at the expense of pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. You kissed your teeth as he lit it up before chastising him, “did you pull me in here just to have a smoke? If that’s what’s so important then I’m leaving.” You walked away and you almost thought he was going to let you walk out before he spoke up:

“Why don’t you like me anymore?”

With your hand right on the handle, you froze and looked back him deliriously. Maybe you just heard him wrong.

“I’m sorry?”

He had the clue to at least look a little flustered from his words but he stood his ground, repeating it once again. “Did I do something? You just... used to talk to me more, not ignore me like you do now.” He blew out a puff of smoke and sighed deeply. “It really hurts not having you around anymore, [name].”

Aki wasn’t looking at you this time. “What did I do to make you not like me?”

You were frozen at the door, looking like a deer caught in headlights. His words finally registered in your head and all you could think about was how he looked genuinely betrayed by you, his eyes all low and tired. A small chuckle made its way through you, then another, and then one after the next until you were having a full on fit. He didn’t say anything else but you felt that he was getting frustrated.

“It’s just so funny,” you dragged your palms down your face. “I was trying so hard to ignore my feelings for you because of the fact that we were just friends. I thought it was obvious enough, but I guess not. So I’ll say it…”

“I don’t like you anymore because I’m in love with you, dumbass.”

“Oh,” it was so soft you almost didn’t hear it. Aki’s face flushed and he stared at you once again, cigarette long forgotten between his fingers. “I wish you would've said something earlier, then I probably wouldn’t have been so worried.” He sighed, relieved at the revelation. “God, I really thought you hated me.”

You shrugged with a tiny, hesitant smile, “yeah, well, I don’t. Stop overthinking.”

“I could say the exact same thing to you.” Aki brought the cigarette to his lips one last time and inhaled, his eyes never leaving your’s.

You knew what he meant一he knows that, even if it’s left unspoken and floating in the air.

  You rushed up to the store out of the blue, saying that you had “something hella important” to tell him and that you “couldn’t wait ‘til he got off.” He ended up taking his break a little bit earlier (with a little bit of begging to convince his manager) just so he could listen to you, seeing how anxious you looked.

  “So what’s going on, [name]? You’re pacing like crazy, you okay?” You exhaled deeply and turned to him, he blinked at you and you felt like the more you locked eyes with him, you’d eventually sike yourself out. Sharply looking away, squinting at the wall of the backroom, you finally said what you’ve been waiting to let out for this past year; you liked himーway more than a friend.

  Takemichi spluttered and almost fell right out of his seat the moment he realized what you said. “You… like me? Like, like like me? Forreal?!” He stood up and the chair knocked back, gaining your attention once again; to which you saw his beet red face and him staring at you, mouth agape. You confirmed it with a slow nod and a strangled noise came from the back of his throat. “Oh shit,” he covered his face. “Who knew I could pull dudes, too…” although he was mumbling under his breath, you heard it and smacked him upside his head.

  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He shielded himself from your attacks. “But, [name], I actually like you, too.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a shy grin pulling his lips. “Maybe when I get off you can come over?…” Takemichi bumps you a little bit, you snorted and looked at the time, seeing his break was over. “Absolutely not. I’ve seen your place, man. I’m not stepping foot there again.” The black-haired man gasped, offended. You snicker more as he trails after you, talking about: “it’s gotten better since the last time!”

  “Just come to mine, you know the way.”

  Once you reached the front doors, you gave him a peck on his cheek and left, just like that. Takemichi stood in front of the doors, hand ghosting over where your lips were. For the rest of his shift, his manager and the customers that came through gave him weird looks since he was all smiles and pink cheeks all because of you.

you and connie are the type of best-friends that everyone thinks are secretly dating or at least secretly have crushes on one another.

every time someone would be like: “y'all dating?”, “do they like each other or sum?”, “the closet is glass at this point” etcetera, etcetera, both of y'all would deny it to hell and back一you more than him though, he was chill about it.

you liked him first ofc and you definitely didn’t want people to know that, but you didn’t think it was so obvious like damn. it’s getting kinda fruity and you see where the rumors were getting their evidence. 💀

since the dawn of time, aka when you arrived on campus, you knew that connie was a generally affectionate type of dude; he was always like that with his closest friends and thought nothing of it. but for some reason, you were given a different type of affectionate connie.

when he saw you in the halls he’d shout after you, with a big “HEYYYYYYYY,” waving frantically, huge ass grin on his face even tho you could probably barely see him with tons of people in front of you.

if you’re eating lunch and sitting with your separate friend group, he would come up behind you and give you the tightest hug ever like,, his arms were wrapped around your shoulders as if he couldn’t let go, his chest pressed up so close against your back. you could feel the vibrations of his smooth voice and laughs as he argued with your friends on how he never used to hug you like he just did. (admittedly, he almost gave you a heart attack with that one, if you ended up telling someone from the group abt your crush, they would be laughing at your flustered self for days)

oh, so you’re in class? he’d pop up every now and then if he was walking, just to say hi even though he just saw you like fifteen minutes ago since he was the one who walked you to said class while y'all steady play fighting along the way.

if you’re feeling overwhelmed and stressed count on this man to be at your beck and call the whole time. you’ll get free massages, a (attempted) home cooked meal, and he’d put on some goofy ass movie to take your mind off of whatever it is一or you could just sit together in silence while he holds you if you’d prefer it, he’ll do whatever works for you. TRUSTTT.

but bro, the biggest thing is the pet names; friends do this all the time, but mf it hits different hearing it from connie!😩 he calls you his sweetie, his shorty, his boo, his love, his stink, his bighead, his oompa loompa, HIS BAE AHSKWJWJJ every time those words come out of his mouth you gotta resist doing anything you might regret because he gone make you risk it all ong.

and to top it all off, y'all match pfps on a montly basis and he has pink hearts next to your nickname saved in his phone.

just,, these little things that he does has you falling deeper and deeper in love but you think he only will ever see you as a best-friend, nothing more and nothing less. plus you didn’t want to just fucking confess to him and then he gets weirded out by it and it ruins your friendship forever. like no, that’s the last thing you’d want.

一but should you just bottle up these feelings forever and carry them to the grave, or, should you stop being pussy and have no regrets and just tell connie how you really feel already?

m a n.

manjiro sano wove his merry way into your heart somehow

he already decided he liked you when he first started talking to you一like, there was not a single doubt in his mind that you weren’t the person he wanted to fw

more often times than not, he’s the type to bug you even if you’re in the middle of something important; he just wants your attention anyway he can get it

he may come off as a tad bit standoffish at times but he’s literally your biggest hypeman

if you’re the type to post on socials, he’s under every post, spamming that shit with compliments (and roasts) because you deserve it

but if you’re more the lowkey type, he’ll flaunt you around a bit on his story to his friends saying shit like: “look at [name] man…how tf did get so lucky?”, “BAD BITCH BAD BITCH”, or his personal favorite (featuring a video of you cheesing like shit), “you wish this was you, huh? bAHAHAHAHA”

it doesn’t matter how long you two are dating, you two will stay on call for hours on end, even if either of y'all are sleeping.

(one time when you fell asleep, he got hella bored without you so he called up the rest of the gang and they held a whole ass concert dedicated to you while you was straight KNOCKED OUT)

a few times where you’ve been pretty lazy or tired, you came on call with a [bonnet, durag, scarf, etc.]

he didn’t even mind; he’s someone you feel vv comfortable around so he embraced you

and b r u h-

he even started to wear bonnets because of you

  you burst out laughing once you saw manjiro on the screen. he got real close to the camera, pouting. “what?? why are you laughing?” stifling little chuckles, you asked him: “bro, what is that on your head?” but you fell back onto your bed and cackled.

manjiro started to shush you, like that was actually gonna make you stop. “i saw it on some video and i was like: ‘hey, [n.name] has that same cap..’ so now we’re matching.” he smiled and bopped the camera, pointing at you through the screen. “but you hurt my feelings, you owe me taiyaki when i come see you!!”

every time you take down your protective styles or just simply do your hair, he wants you to hop on a call with him so he can talk to you during it

he thinks it’ll make the time pass by + he loves seeing the different ways you may style your hair (especially if it’s different colors; same, mikey, same)

mikey just… he admires everything about you and is totally in love with you

he even put a background of your city on one of your little e-dates so you can pretend that he’s there with you 😭😭

mans is just head over heels for you ♡

✶ notes! › i ended this kinda abruptly but i haven’t written for tokyorev before so here’s to me expanding my fandoms again. rip my attention span tho-

but to end this off, i hope whomever sees this enjoyed a bit of it–not even gonna lie, it was probably the most fun i had writing in awhile.

  ‘oohs’ echoed in the room and you mentally chided them all for being such instigators.

just your luck, right? the bottle stopped right in time to land on armin arlert, residential pretty boy of your uni. his true blue eyes locked with your’s and you could feel the butterflies swarming in your belly. he heaved himself off the ground and he made his way to stand in front of you. holding out his hand for you, he smiled softly with red tinting his cheeks.

chanting reached your ears the longer you sat stunned, staring at his outstretched hand.

fuck it, you decided, you took his hand and found yourself being led to the closet where the chanting turned whooping died down as soon as he closed the two of you in...but as soon as you faced armin again in the dim light, his face was so damn close and your heart wouldn't keep still.

wait, you squint amidst the darkness, he was still holding your hand. you wiggled your fingers and he jerked away but his eyes haven't left you a single time. “so...what do you wanna’ do?” he spoke up after what felt like hours. you splutter, “i-i don't know, what do you want to do?”

armin begins to fidget and one of his hands come up to rub at his neck and you swear that he was blushing so hard he might as well have been diagnosed with a fever. “well, i don't know either. see, they're all expecting us to kiss. so...” he trailed off as you mentally screamed at yourself for somehow getting here. fuck your luck, fuck your uni, fuck your friends for convincing you to come to this party, fuck th一

“alright, then let's kiss.”

did you一did you just say that? out loud? in real life?

your sudden burst of confidence made armin's eyes widen. but his hand rose to cup your face, and he leaned in close to place a tentative kiss to your lips, wanting to see if you're comfortable. you subconsciously followed his own when you parted, though you quickly found each other again.

his hands found your shoulders as you mirrored him; short pecks turned into deep kisses and you soon had a smooth rhythm. it didn’t feel...too odd. how armin’s lips meshed with your’s was too sweet and you couldn’t help but indulge in it.

there you were, in the dark, practically making out with armin arlert. and you were enjoying it. all of your surroundings had slipped your mind, the only thing you could focus on was armin gradually invading your senses as the seconds grew longer.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

the two of you flinch like crazy at the sound, breaking apart like you were smothered in flames. the darkness was taken away from you, fast just like that; and you make out the face of one of your friends who opened the door with a shit-eating grin while everyone else still sat in a circle, and it just popped back into your mind, ‘[name] you're at a fucking party.’

some laughs and rumored talk surrounded you but you didn’t feel embarrassed at all. your friend immediately pulled you out the closet away from armin and started questioning you on how everything went, just begging out their mind to hear every detail. but you couldn’t say anything, all you did was snort; then a snort followed a laugh, then a laugh followed a simple confession:

“he has really soft lips, holy shit.”

✶ notes! › i really wanted to do eren as a part of this but i genuinely couldn't bring myself to finish writing it

he was so difficult fsr idk- but enjoy this little armin thing for now