#-and he's not a rude fucker (one of the reasons i turned off asks is cuz i figured they weren't actually helpful. only stressed me out n-

[spotsupstuff]

Cap's got a new voice claim! feat. a tiny bit of Sparrows n her's unchanged vc because 1. it's cute to hear them together and 2. I snorted. The vibes are so different

[songs: So Familiar by Jean Castel and Driving Myself Home by Rose Betts]

#rw #oc tag #oc: caper of euros #oc: three sparrows #philosophy sessions au #ramble time. kai ninyago as Capie of Rossie wasn't Bad but i've been working on him lately- like looking into his faults their causes their #-evolution and what role he's supposed to play beyond Row's death (esp. in Preacher's life (Euros manages to be terrifying for the kid)) #n i came to the conclusion that he didn't sound Sharp enough. and bratty but like in a teenager boy band kind of way. oh he'd hate that- #-kinda music </3 fuckin european posh kid #the ''tragedy'' of 'Ros on here is that back when i was answerin questions with the chars 'Ros n 'Row were constantly together and that- #-didn't allow them to really show who they are because they bring out the best in each other. Sparrows is braver with him having her back- #-and he's not a rude fucker (one of the reasons i turned off asks is cuz i figured they weren't actually helpful. only stressed me out n- #-as result the world/character building became lackluster) #Euros is still a silly guy who's scared to hurt someone/thing physically! (his inspos are kai ninyago s0kka and kuzc0 so) #but ill be damned if i let any of my characters be *just* a silly guy that is fucking obnoxious #each of these fuckers is a psychological experiment. also sick shit: new 'Ros vc is french apparently :) #he can sing Zephyr songs in Her Tongue™... get it anime chin boy get that multilinguality

[theemporium]

A number 15 green-eyed mojito with Nico💚

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

15. "What would I be jealous about?”

.

“You’re staring.” 

“I’m observing.”

“If looks could kill, he would be dead.”

“Tragic.” 

“Oh my god,” Jack grumbled under his breath, shooting his captain a concerned look before shaking his head. “Remind me not to piss you off.” 

Nico rolled his eyes. “You piss me off quite often, actually.”

“I—” Jack paused, his eyes narrowing as he lightly jabbed his side with his elbow. “One, that was rude. Two, you need to calm down. You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend and you aren’t even her boyfriend. You’re just the jealous part.”

Nico scoffed, but he didn’t tear his eyes away from you. 

Because, as much as it pained him to admit, Jack was right. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend and he was fully aware of that. But it wasn’t like self-awareness couldn’t exactly stop the bitter feelings bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the man openly flirt with you. 

“You know,” Jack continued, something quite like amusement in his voice. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you just grew the balls to ask her out.” 

And he hated that Jack was right again. 

The crush he had been harbouring on you was obvious to everyone with a pair of working eyes. Or at least, everyone except you. Since the day you started on the team, Nico had been all lovesick smiles and longing gazes, practically throwing himself at any social media opportunity he could just so he could spend time with you. It was a little embarrassing and pathetic, all things considered. 

But the worst part was that it had been a better part of two years and Nico had made no move to confess his feelings towards you.

Which then led to moments like now, where Nico had no real reason to feel as irritated as he was over some guy from the media team flirting with you.

“Shut up,” was all he managed to mutter out.

“This is actually really sad to watch,” Jack muttered before sighing deeply. “Just know that I’m doing this because, as your friend and alternate, I’m worried about you possibly breaking your jaw before making a move.”

Nico frowned a little. “What are you—”

But before Nico could even stop whatever stupid move Jack was going to pull, he was calling out your name and waving his hands in such an exaggerated and overly dramatic manner that Nico felt his cheeks heating up. 

“I hate you,” Nico muttered under his breath as you began making your way over.

“You’re about to hate me so much more but I know you love me,” Jack whispered back before he grinned at you, the words leaving his mouth so quick that Nico almost thought he imagined it when the younger boy said, “Nico is jealous.” 

And then, the fucker was running off and leaving a gaping Nico in the dust to deal with the consequences.

You blinked in surprise before you turned to the boy. “You’re jealous?” 

“Me? Jealous? What would I be jealous about?” Nico attempted to laugh off, but it was forced and dry and it didn’t quite land the way he wanted to when he noticed your brows furrowing in concern. “Jack is just messing about, don’t listen to him.”

“Really?” You questioned, watching as Nico quickly nodded in response. “So it has nothing to do with the fact you have spent the last fifteen minutes glaring at Thomas?” 

Nico blinked, feeling the blush spread from his cheeks to the tip of his ears. “Uh—”

“For what it’s worth, I’m not interested in him,” you said.

“Oh.” He couldn’t bring himself to care how happy he sounded, how hopeful.

“I’m interested in someone else,” you continued.

“Oh.” The disappointment was clear and heavy in his voice, inklings of the previous jealousy sinking into his response.

“You might know him,” you added, trying to bite back your smile when you watched his nose scrunch up. “He’s a hockey player, has a cute accent and pretty brown eyes. Think he might even be the captain or something.” 

Blood roared in his ears and he was pretty sure his smile was going to split his cheeks, but he didn’t care. “Really?”

“Yeah, but he’s a little blind,” you teased, almost looking a little bashful despite the unwavering confidence in your voice. “I’ve been waiting for him to ask me out but he hasn’t been catching my hints.”

“He sounds a little stupid,” Nico murmured. Maybe he would’ve felt embarrassed if his heart didn’t feel like it was about to beat out of his own chest. “But I bet he’s wondering if you’re free at seven tonight.”

“Let him know it’s a date,” you said, grinning right back at him.

.

#cece's cocktail celebration #nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

[hopelessrromantix]

content: aged-up character, toys, cuffs, sir kink

“God damn it!” Katsuki cursed, his head hitting the pillow behind him. “Quit doing that shit!”

You chuckled at his reaction.

You weren’t really sure how long you’d been at it by now, but you’d continue as long as Katsuki felt like being a brat. You stripped him almost immediately, followed by cuffing him to the bed. He had a vibrating cock ring on, one controlled by a remote in your hand. He’d started the night with a vibrator in his ass too, but you’d traded it for your cock not long in.

Your hips snapped against his, the feeling of his tight walls sending a flare of pleasure through you. You’d cum once that night, going slow as to not cum before Katsuki did. It was starting to take a toll on your partner, but he was nowhere near apologizing yet.

“Maybe if you asked nicely, you’d cum a lot faster,” You reminded me.

“Eat shit!”

“That doesn’t sound like ‘please’.” You frowned, clicking your tongue sarcastically. You picked up the pace again, cutting off Katsuki’s surely rude retaliation and making his mouth fall open. His eyes didn’t meet yours anymore, now rolled back in his head.

His cock started twitching again, his walls fluttering around you-- a sure sign he was going to cum. At least, it normally was. Instead, the twitching continued, stretching out as his tip flushed a deep red.

He let out a long moan, his pitch changing each time you fucked into him.

“You want me to fuckin’ say please? Fine. Please, now let me cum, fucker.”

You tightened your grip on his waist. Katsuki was sure to yell when it was bruised tomorrow, but you knew he liked it as much as you did.

“You know what I want.”

Your hips slammed into his relentlessly, abusing his prostate and forcing out whines.

“N-no chance,” He insisted, biting his lip to choke back another moan.

“Yeah?” You asked, rolling your eyes. “Guess there’s no reason for me to continue then, hm?” You pulled out of Katsuki slowly backing up. He tried to move toward you, but was pulled back by the cuffs.

“What the fuck? You can’t just stop, idiot!” He insisted. His tone was just as angry as usual, but you could see desperation hit his eyes.

“Clearly you won’t say what you’re supposed to, so you must not need me, right?” You asked, your tone even and confident. Katsuki’s brow furrowed as he glared at you.

He looked to the ceiling for a moment, clearly debating his options. You could tell he made up his mind the second his cock twitched against him.

“I’m sorry for not listening, Sir. Please fuck me with your cock? Need to feel you ripping me apart, Sir, please?” The begging convinced you. You made your way back to him, slipping into him again. You didn’t move slow, thrusting to the hilt immediately. His mouth fell open, unable to form what was sure to be another sarcastic comment.

You took his legs, placing them over his shoulders before thrusting into him as fast as you could. You hit his prostate repeatedly, turning whatever thoughts he had into mush.

“Please let me cum Sir?” His voice was high pitched and whiny, a tone you never heard anywhere but your bedroom.

You smiled softly, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You think you’re getting off that easy?”

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[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day fourteen!)

(two weeks woah)

(and don’t forget to comment!! i love interacting with u guys, it makes me day :))

the outing with mina went exceedingly well. there was never a lack of conversation, and it turned out that both of you enjoyed each other’s company. of course, it was hard not to enjoy mina’s company— her energy was contagious.

you told her about how bakugo had come into the shop injured (“who does that?!”) and she’d laughed, seemingly curious. she then told you that he prioritized self care because he knew he couldn’t be a hero if he was injured, and she too found it off that he came into the store before getting treated. the two of you couldn’t find a reason as to why he did such a thing (although mina insisted it’s because he liked you).

you were still pondering this when the familiar sound of the bells startled you out of your thoughts. you frowned. it was bakugo.

“shouldn’t you be at home, getting rest?” your brow furrowed. “you’re still hurt, y’know.”

“i wanted coffee.” bakugo grunted.

“i oughta not sell you anything.” you huff. “and make you go home and rest.”

“i’m fine, dumbass.” bakugo rolled his eyes. “fuckin’ drama queen.”

“fine.” you exhale. “medium black coffee.”

“finally.”

minutes later, when you give him his coffee, you decide to ask one more time, just to make sure.

“…are you sure you’re ok-“

“yes, i’m fine, holy shit.” bakugo interrupted. “piss off already.”

“oh. okay.” you chewed on your lip anxiously.

“…”

“are you-“

“yes.”

“okay.” you take a deep breath. “well… how was work?”

“didn’t work today.” bakugo grunted. “shitty doctors wanted me to rest.”

“and you still came here?” you arch an eyebrow.

“drinking coffee ain’t the same as beating the shit out of villains.” bakugo scoffed. “in case you haven’t noticed.”

“i guess that’s fair.” you agree reluctantly.

“the hell’re you so worried for, anyway?” bakugo glared.

“you’re my friend.” you shrug. “and you’re hurt. not a good mix.”

“tch. worrywart.” he rolled his eyes.

“it’s for good reason.”

“whatever.”

the two of you fell into silence. however, you were beginning to notice something— the silence, at least in your eyes, was more comfortable than it once was. the sort of silence between two people content with simply being in one another’s presence.

but there was still a little bit of awkwardness.

“tell me about the villain.” you prompt. “that did this.” bakugo blinked.

“what, you think you’re gonna go beat ‘im up?” bakugo snorted. “in your dreams, dumbass.”

“i’m just curious is all.” you laugh. “i don’t do violence, trust me.”

“‘course you don’t. you work at a coffee shop.” bakugo scoffed. “i’d take you down in less than a second.”

“sure.” you agree skeptically.

“don’t gimme that shit!” bakugo roared. “i can and i will! fight me, right now! i’ll kill you!”

“if you kill me,” you remind him calmly, “i can’t make your coffee.”

“i’ll just—“ bakugo angrily and frantically looked for an alternative, taken aback by your retaliation. “—have someone else do it! you’re not the only damn employee!”

“i’m your favorite.” you joke lightheartedly. bakugo only tches.

“whatever. you’re off the hook. for now.” he grumbled.

“good to hear.” you pause for a moment. “hey, bakugo.”

“what?”

“don’t come in hurt like that again.” you say. you pause again. that sounded kind of rude. “please.” yeah, good save.

“i’m not even that hurt.” bakugo scowled.

“i should’ve called an ambulance.”

“quit overreacting, geez. i don’t need a goddamn ambulance.” he rolled his eyes.

“fine.” you huff. “but if that happens again—“

“it won’t, god!”

“…promise?” you ask quietly. yes, you joked about it, but it really had been a scare to see him like that. bakugo seemed to pick up on that, and he sighed.

“yeah, yeah, promise.” he relented.

“thanks.”

“so…” you speak after a brief moment of quiet. “when do you go back to work?”

“tomorrow.” he answered sourly. “i wanted to work today, but the fuckers wouldn’t let me.”

“really?” you grin. “bakugo, are you a workaholic?”

“no.” bakugo tched. “i just work hard. i can take breaks when i need to, dumbass.”

“like the party.” you confirmed.

“yeah, that.” bakugo snorted. “didn’t even wanna go to the stupid thing.”

“then why did you?” you blink.

“already told ya. none of your damn business.”

“right, right, secrets.” you grin. “so mysterious.”

“whatever. i’m allowed to have secrets, dumbass.” bakugo glared, to which you only smiled.

“i know you are.” you reassured him. “but i think it’s funny that such a trivial question gets you all defensive.”

“i’m not defensive!” bakugo snapped (defensively). “you’re just nosy as fuck!”

“sorry!” you laugh. “i’m just curious!”

“you’re a dumbass, you know that?” bakugo rolled his eyes.

“only for you.” you tease, to which bakugo only huffed. “hey, you never did tell me about that villain.”

“tch. if it’ll get you off my back about the damn party, then fine.” he agreed reluctantly. “his quirk had something to do with blades. tons of ‘em, kinda like whips. pain in the ass to dodge.”

“that sounds scary.” you remark.

“scary?” bakugo looked up from his coffee to meet your gaze. “i wasn’t scared.”

“you weren’t?” it was impressive. you already knew that if you encountered someone like that, you’d be shaking.

“naw. it was nothing.” bakugo looked back to his coffee. “‘sides, that was one of the first things we learned at ua. fear’s a luxury pros can’t afford, or some shit.”

“fear is a luxury.” you repeat, pondering it for a moment. “i’ve never thought of it that way.”

“‘course you haven’t. you’re a civilian. you get to be scared ‘cuz you’ve got heroes to protect ya.” bakugo grunted. “i’m one of the protectors. i’m the protector.”

“that’s.. kind of sad,” you admit. “not being allowed to be scared.” bakugo snorted.

“like hell i’m scared.” bakugo smirked. “villains don’t scare me.”

“what does scare you, then?” you lean on the counter curiously. bakugo seemed to do a double-take.

“the hell d’you mean?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“what’re you scared of?” you shrug.

“that’s not your business either.” bakugo narrowed his eyes as he gripped the handle of his coffee mug tighter, promptly closing himself off. you figured this was fair. it’d only been two weeks since you met, obviously there are going to be boundaries.

“right, my bad.” you smile. “if it helps for anything, i’m scared of spiders.”

“spiders?” bakugo gave you a look of pure scorn. “they’re tiny. why the hell would you be afraid of them?”

“they’re creepy.” you huff. “with all their legs and eyes.”

“yeah, sounds terrifying.” bakugo smirked. he was mocking you. the nerve.

“hey, don’t mock me!” you pout. “that’s not fair. at least i’m sharing.”

“i don’t have to share if i don’t want to.” bakugo flipped you off. you, being the bigger person and more mature of the two stuck your tongue out at him.

“what’re you, a kid?” bakugo snickered.

“no, i’m offended by your crude obscenities.” you inform him.

“yeah, well, get used to it.” bakugo now flipped you off with both hands for good measure.

“i oughta kick you out. the customers will be horrified.” you tease.

“you won’t.” bakugo grinned maliciously. “you’re lucky to have me at this place.” you roll your eyes.

“you’re so humble, bakugo,” you tell him sarcastically.

“i don’t need to be humble. i’m the goddamn best.” his insufferable smirk widened.

“i should’ve known.” you sigh dramatically. “what have i gotten myself into.”

“buckle up.” bakugo grinned viciously. “you’re with the pros now. no goin’ back.”

“in your dreams, dumbass.”

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[kondensaduhhh]

but like imagine if somehow, there was someone Izzy used to be dedicated to, if not more, before Ed?? perhaps a first love? or a childhood friend he had to left behind? and they greet Izzy as “Basilica”, and Stede is like “?! oh! Izzy’s friend!! oh we simply must invite him to the ship! it’d be rude not to! he is your friend after all :)))”

Izzy’s of course, against it, though reluctantly, almost like he does want to spend more time with said friend, but would rather carve his own tongue than admit that.

and once the friend is on the ship, he tells stories of “Basilica” and how little has changed of him yet still so different from how he’s known as to the crew, how he’s always been a pissy lil fucker, passionate and dedicated and oh so stubborn, with Izzy close beside him, fully making physical contact actually, scoffing and stifling smiles, while his friend is just smiling brightly up at him with a smug and cocky yet so sweet grin. everyone is baffled and freaked out with how Izzy is acting because is he— oh my god Izzy’s smiling.

Stede is ecstatic that their first mate is enjoying himself, Ed is… happy? he is! he’s happy that Izzy is enjoying this man’s company too, yet his eyes keep lingering on where Izzy and his friend’s hips are touching and how is Izzy not protesting? Izzy hates unnecessary physical contact, thinks it’s weak, or how Izzy is just letting this man throw an arm over his shoulders and Izzy doesn’t sigh or roll his eyes.

and of course Stede offers the man to stay for longer, maybe even stay the night bc of some trading shit idk. eventually, the man does stay the night, even with Izzy’s too obvious fake protests. the whole night, it was like Ed and Stede don’t even exist to Izzy, the entire night, Izzy and this guy were practically (well as close as Izzy lets himself to be) attached to the hip.

Stede is happy that Izzy seems so relaxed and at home with this guy, but he’s so confused that he’s getting suspicious and slightly irritated, like how he was with Calico Jack, but unlike Jack, this bloke is actually nice, and seems to be a good influence on Izzy, Stede feels like he should like this guy, but he can’t stomach him for some reason, though he is still The Gentleman Pirate, and will be treating his guests with respect.

, Ed mostly has his shit together, up until Ed asks him to do something simple and mundane, and the guy goes “oh im sure you guys can do that without Baz, yeah?” and Ed nearly flips his shit bc its Izzy, not fucking Baz, but Izzy answers still “ yeah, boss, im sure you’ll manage without me this time,” and Ed starts counting backwards from ten in his head as Izzy gets very willingly dragged out of his sight, like some puppy, a very grumpy looking yet love sick nonetheless puppy.

its story night, but since the guy has so much stories about Izzy could he please please lead storytime just this one time please, captain? of course Stede yields, laughing and sits besides Ed, watching this guy animatedly recall a story of him and Izzy got chased halfway across town bc they decided that it was a good idea to piss off a bull, he tells the story about the ring snug on Izzy’s cravat and that he ‘didn’t think Baz would keep the thing for so long since i gave it to him when he turned 13’ and Ed is just reeled back by how little he actually knows about his Izzy,

then one thing led to another, this fucking guy sees Frenchie’s lute and asks him if he can borrow, of course Frenchie says yes bc he’s simply is a dear, isnt he? “aw man, hey Baz, you still remember that fucking song we made when we were 14?” and Izzy gives him a look that resembles the way he looks at Ed, the eyes that say ‘ i would do anything you ask of me’ but… softer, more sweet, Izzy scoffs and says “‘course i do,” with roll of his eyes,

the crew is in disbelief, Olu and Jim share a look of “ooh shit is he actually gonna do it?” at each other, Pete and Lucius are holding onto each other, “are you seeing what im seeing, babe?” “yeah, babe, i am” and Ed scoffs inwardly, thinking ‘psh Iz would rather throw himself overboard than to sing-‘

but he starts strumming the lute, and Izzy is failing to look annoyed at him, and he starts fucking singing, the crew cheers, and then they start motherfucking duetting. Ed’s annoyance at the guy and his fondness of Izzy singing and smiling are battling within is ribcage. Stede is confused/frustrated bc this guys is nice, but Stede is also nice! why isn’t Izzy like this with him?

the night continues with Izzy following this guy, with the enthusiasm of Ed and the niceness of Stede, around happily, none of that rigidity he has around his captains, and Edward and Stede just aches but they can’t pin point why?

#basically ed and stede feels what iz felt when blackbeard started following the gentleman pirate around #this wasn’t supposed to get this long wtf happened😭 #steddy hands #izzy hands #our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard

[silverynight]

The roommate

<----Previous

Part XIV

They have a nice dinner and Izuku decides not to mention anything so Shoto and he can enjoy their night, although part of him is still thinking about it.

Katsuki arrives early in the morning and the noise coming from the entrance wakes Izuku up, he moves carefully so Shoto can sleep a little bit longer and puts something on to greet his other boyfriend in the living room.

"How was your–" Izuku gets cut off by strong arms around him, lifting him from the ground suddenly.

Katsuki pulls him close to his chest and kisses him all over the face like he was away for a month instead just a couple of hours.

That's getting weird.

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay," Izuku mumbles, narrowing his eyes at him. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm not the one who risks his life every day, you and Shoto are."

"It's not the same."

"Kacchan..." Izuku says as a warning, pulling away and prompting Katsuki to pout. This is getting a little bit irritating, especially because he knows there's a reason for this kind of behavior and no one wants to tell him. "What's going on?"

That's when he feels a kiss on the top of his head and realizes Shoto is already up. Even better because he needs an explanation.

"Let's make breakfast first."

"Shoto..." Izuku narrows his eyes, putting both hands over his hips.

It's actually Katsuki the one who takes a deep breath, exchanges a look with the other pro hero before putting both hands on top of Izuku's shoulders.

For a moment Izuku can see all the concern in those red eyes and he starts worrying too.

"What's happening?"

"Do you know about the disappearances?" Shoto asks carefully, hugging Izuku from behind.

"A little bit," he admits. "My coworkers started talking about it at work."

"We haven't caught the fucker yet," Katsuki growls, looking like he hates the villain already, well... Izuku can't blame him for that, he's kidnapping innocent people.

"But what does have to do with–"

Shoto cuts him off with a kiss on the back of his head, burying his face in his wild, green curls for a moment.

"At first we thought they didn't have a pattern, that they just picked random people on the streets; they're all adults, but they could male, female, different ages, different jobs... And that didn't help with the investigation at all."

"But then ponytail..."

"Kacchan!" Izuku scolds him lightly, stroking his cheek, Katsuki takes the opportunity to hold his hand and kiss his knuckles. They have talked about the nicknames he uses for the people he knows, that one isn't particularly rude, but he uses a couple that are not kind at all.

"Sorry," he rolls his eyes. "Yaoyorozu realized that none of them were single."

"Okay... I get it, you're worried because I'm not single either."

Katsuki shakes his head and Shoto leans to kiss Izuku's cheek.

"We also found out they all are in some sort of relationship with a pro hero."

"And you're dating two," Katsuki finishes before pulling Izuku to give him a possessive kiss on the lips. He's obviously worried, they both are.

"That doesn't mean they're coming after me, Kacchan." Izuku whispers, feeling a little out of breath, his cheeks are probably pink.

"But you're certainly at risk," Shoto argues, before turning him around to give Izuku a kiss too.

"That doesn't mean you should change your work schedules for me!"

"It's already done," Katsuki informs him with the stubborn determination that Izuku recognizes perfectly well. He knows nothing will make him change his mind. "You knew us well before starting dating us. Overprotection comes with the package."

He's right, of course he is.

Izuku sighs.

"Alright... Just don't... over do it."

He notices that none of them say anything to that, but he supposes he can deal with that later.

"Let's have breakfast together."

Izuku really hopes they catch the villain soon.

***

The next days are a little bit difficult for Izuku; it's not like he doesn't appreciate his boyfriends' concern, it's just that he's used to take care of himself.

They have changed their shifts so Izuku doesn't spend a single minute alone; it's fine for the most part because he loves them and likes when they keep him company, but knowing the main reason behind it makes it a little less... cute.

It's okay. Izuku knows they're under a lot of stress at the moment, considering they haven't caught the person responsible and now they also have to keep an eye on him.

They have become a little bit clingy in the past days too; Izuku usually finds himself with Katsuki's arms around him and resting his cheek against his chest; Shoto sits him on his lap or sometimes he sits on the floor, right below Izuku so he can place both of his freckled legs over his shoulders.

"Listen... My day off is tomorrow and I know how busy you two are so I've decided I'm going to spend it inside the apartment and–"

Shoto and Katsuki look at each other before the blond pro hero nods.

"I'll take a day off tomorrow, Izuku."

The green haired man sighs.

"You're not listening, I'm going to stay inside... So you don't have to worry."

"The villain could break into the apartment," Shoto argues.

"Well, yes... But you told me all the other people have been taken from the streets," Izuku protests. "So it wouldn't make too much sense to suddenly change their MO for me."

"You could be right, but that doesn't mean it'd make us feel better; I know we'll both be distracted during work thinking something could happen to you while we're busy doing something else," Katsuki says, voice shaking, red eyes filled with so much worry and fear, Izuku feels immediately sorry. "Don't ask me or Shoto to go through that..."

"I won't."

It's fine... they're definitely many benefits of having one of his boyfriends home. Although Izuku ends up covered in bite marks the next day; he needs to use a turtle neck to go back to work the next day.

"I bet I can leave more on him," Shoto says that night, when he finally sees them.

"Oh, it's on!" Katsuki smirks, prompting Izuku to blush to the tip of his ears; he shouldn't feel so flustered at this point, it's not the first time something like that happens after all.

Izuku has to use turtle necks and long trousers for the next days and it doesn't help that his co-workers are constantly glancing at him with smirks on their faces.

"We're happy for you, Midoriya!"

"Please, stop talking!"

Izuku is embarrassed, but at least it takes his mind away from all the kidnappings for a while.

***

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[absolutebl]

So remember how when Porsche calls Kinn out for raping him, and Kinn asks if Porsche is saying that Kinn has hurt him, and Porsche asks if he hasn't? Why does Porsche use "wa" at the end of that sentence? I'm given to understand that "wa" is the respect particle used between friends. So, if my understanding is correct, I don't get why Porsche would be affording Kinn any respect whatsoever in that statement. Or is it perhaps a snarky reminder that they had been building a friendship?

Wa is ultra rude.

Lemme try to explain because I *think* I know where the confusion is. 

In English we call these words that show up at the end of a sentences, like wa, “polite particles.” But in Thai many of them are not actually polite at all. 

Some of them are rude or informal in-and-of themselves. (There is a difference between rude and informal. So ha/ja are informal, for example, but only rude if you used them with the wrong person. Wa is always pretty darn rude.) 

Some particles are (clarity-wise) optional, so leaving them off is what turns the sentence curt (informal) and/or rude. 

But some of them are required for clarity of communication (na/wa is one of those). So you kinda gotta pick but still use one. 

You see, instead of using intonation to indicate a question (like many Germanic and Latin based languages), in Thai you must use a particle. (I believe Korean is the same with an “o” sound.)

Wa is the rude particle for a question mark. The high register, or polite version, of it is: na.

So you'll hear, in BL between close friends (or bitter enemies) the phrase:

arai wa?

sounds like

ally wha?

Usually it’s said in annoyance or anger, and it’s particularly rude. It’s like: 

WHAT (you fucker)? 

Ae in Love By Chance exists almost entirely in low register (except when talking to Pete’s mother.) So does Type in TharnType. 

Here’s a quick guide to train your ear, these will come at the end of sentences. 

 Formal polite particles:

krap used by male identified individuals

… but kap! = curt slightly more informal

… but krrap rolling the “r” = sarcasm (or ) 

kha/ka used female identified individuals

…. but very rarely a drawn out sarcastic kaaa is a bit tough/agro/bad) the hardness of the “k” noise makes a difference 

… sometimes softened to be more like ha, and often sarcastic (or getting a little queer) 

si for imperatives and mandates (orders)

na to soften, question, and plead

Krap/kha can also be used alone as verbal acknowledgement of information/agreement especially to an adult or someone older than you. However, when a boy uses solo krap with his boyfriend or someone younger than him or an age-mate it’s almost always sarcastic. Like “yessir” or “sure, dude.”

Na can also be used alone. “Na?” or “Na? Na? Na?” and is translated as Please? But it’s literally like speaking a polite question mark. I don’t know how else to put it.  

 Informal but still somewhat polite particles:

kha used by third gender identified individuals

la for mild entreaty 

sa for forced encouragement 

di for imperatives and mandates (orders) 

Informal household intimate particles

ja used with close friends/family and by the queer community, friendly and informal

kha used by an older male identified person for certain VERY specific reasons, or krap used by older female identified (usually across a wide age gap)

ha as used with lovers and close family members, intimate and informal

Rude particles, to be used ONLY with piers after an established relationship (or enemies)

gu/mueng for I/you pronouns (these are not particles, but it’s important to know this as BL uses these all the time but travelers NEVER SHOULD)

wa for questions 

You can think of these last ones as a bit like swearing. Just something you’d never do with your grandparents, or in the workplace, etc...

 (this is from this ever expanding post where I try to explain Thai for the western ear and BL watchers)��

Believe it or not this is me trying to simplify for comprehension, it’s a lot more nuanced. 

#thai language #thai lingusitics #kinnporsche #love by chance #tharntype

[vodika-vibes]

I had a story idea ~

I didn't proofread, cause I typed this on my phone. And I'm bad at endings, but here~

Fox hated this time of year. For some reason, the people seemed to think that, even though there was a war going on, it was time for parades ans celebrations.

Fine. Whatever. He didn't actually care about them.

He cared about the fact that his brothers, the Corries he was responsible for, had to be there, patrolling, rather than safe in the barracks.

He hated more that he did have to stay in his office and oversee everything, rather than having his boots on the ground with his brothers.

Though, it did help, somewhat, that he could hear his vod'e chattering with each other as they patrolled.

He hit the button that would connect him to his men, "How's it looking out there?" He asked.

"You know, if the Senate implemented a draft from Coruscant alone, they might not have needed us." Dusk sounded annoyed. Fox checked the map and grimaced, his vod'ika had gotten slated with one of the more dangerous patrols.

"Oh, but then the galaxy wouldn't have their senate approved punching bags," Thire sounded amused, but then, Thire was guarding a children's play area.

Fox rolled his eyes, settling slightly as his brothers joked with each other, "I meant, are there any concerns."

"I'm concerned about pulling a muscle" Thorn quipped, "Do I get med leave for that?"

Dusk laughed, "We'll just take you out back and put you out of your misery, vod."

"Wow. Rude."

"Children, behave please." Fox interjected before it could become a thing. Amusing as it would be.

"Does that mean we should call you buir," Stone asked, in his deadpan voice.

"Only if you want midnight patrol for the next month." Fox countered.

There was the sound of Stone going to reply, but he was cut off. "CAP!"

There was the sharp crack of a blaster being fired, and one of the comms jumped to static.

Fox's heart sank into his stomach, even as the others started scrambling, trying to find our who was shot, and where.

And then-

"This is 80," The transfer sounded deathly calm, "Captain Dusk took a round to his bucket, he's alive but unconscious. Some fucker is using a slugthrower. The men are in pursuit."

Fox gripped the edge of his desk hard enough that his knuckles turned white. He watched the markers on his map start hurrying in the direction of Dusk and 80's markers.

He hit the comm one last time, "I want the fucker alive."

89's answer was dark, "No promises, Commander."

********

This wasn't the first time Dusk was hurt in the line of duty. Fox knew this. The scars littering his body spoke a story in and of itself.

But it was the first time Dusk had been shot.

Which is why Fox found himself sitting in the infirmary next to his vod'ika several hours later. Everyone else had already gone off to do other things, but Fox couldn't pull himself away.

He had assigned Dusk that route. He as good as shot him himself.

Dusk groaned then, and slowly opened his eyes. "Did anyone get th' number of that bus?" He slurred out.

"Not a bus, vod'ika." Fox said quietly, "you took a slug to your bucket."

Dusk squinted at him, "Did anyone get hurt?"

"Yeah, you."

Dusk snorted, "'nyone important?"

"You're important," Fox pointed out.

"If you say so, ori'vod." Dusk murmured, his eyes sliding shut for a moment, "why're you here an' not the medic?"

"I was worried." Fox admitted, "you've never been shot before."

Dusk hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer, and Fox leaned back in his seat. "You ever think about the future, vod'ika?"

"Not unless I'm drunk." Dusk replied, sounding more awake now, "Why?"

"Hm...what do you want to do when the war is over?"

Dusk let out a laugh, "Don't be fucking stupid, Ori'vod. I'll go wherever you go. That's how this works.

Fox was struck silent, "You...don't have to."

"Come on, Fox. I've been living on borrowed time since I was a cadet, and we both know it. The way I see it, I have the best odds of survival if I stay with you." Dusk explained, "plus, you're my ori'vod, how could I possibly leave you?"

"You're such an idiot. I don't deserve that loyalty."

"Tough shit, you have it anyway. Go away, let me sleep." Dusk closed his eyes, and Fox pressed his hand against Dusk's forehead.

"Thank you for not dying, Dusk."

"If you start crying on me, I'm going to tell everyone." Dusk replied, then he cracked open one eye, "And you're welcome."

#vod'ika writes #star wars #tcw #clone oc #captain dusk #commander fox

[prxttylittle]

@beencaughts had to do it this way again!!! ugh!!

❝ i want you to feel safe with me. ❞ { v ;; the princess and the moon.

Just a few days ago, Prince had made the error of laughing at something Luna said. He’d laughed so hard he nearly cried and now it seemed like all she wanted to hear was him laughing, because he didn’t do it often. “Luna, stop!” He was smirking as she teased him but he wasn’t laughing yet. They were like kids the way they were running around the store, messing with one another. Matt and Nick were somewhere in the shop but they could be on the moon for all Prince cared, he was alone with Luna. Him believing they were alone was evident when he gently backed her up against a shelf, his smile still evident as he kissed her, her back crinkling the packets of crisps behind her. He heard shuffling and pulled away, as an older lady walked down the aisle with her cart. She shot them both an unimpressed look but the couple couldn’t bring themselves to care, both rolling their eyes and making a face at each other mimicking the lady. Prince stepped away anyway. He asked Luna what else Matt told them to pick up and they returned to their groceries mission. They went to the alcohol aisle and stood with their arms crossed in front of the beer trying to pick some out. Everyone in the group liked different stuff and Prince wasn’t about to carry multiple boxes of beer to the till. He bent down to pick one up and when he was going to stand up again he backed into some guy he didn’t hear or see coming. “Watch where you’re going.” The guy snapped. “Fucking teenagers.” Prince barely looked at him, eyeing Luna instead as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’ Luna commented that the guy kind of looked like Prince but he didn’t get a look at him so he just shrugged. He glanced at the man continuing down the aisle but could only see the back of his head. They had the same hair colour but Prince’s hair was basically all shaved off while this guy was probably two weeks away from being able to tie it into a ponytail. He looked at the beer in the guys basket and crinkled his nose. He hated that brand. “What a prick.” Prince commented, urging Luna to choose between the vodka brands next. The group all met up at the till, Nick complaining about the alcohol Luna and Prince chose. Matt paid for everything, naturally, and they made their way to Princes car. Luna pointed out the rude guy from the alcohol aisle and Prince wasn’t even going to look until he saw the expression on Matt’s face. Matt looked like he was staring at a ghost. Princes eyebrows furrowed together and he turned around. His blood ran cold. The brand of beer the guy got Prince hated for a reason. That reason being it was what his father used to drink (and smell like). And there clear as day, like an older version of himself, stood Prince Jameson’s father. Prince felt like he was living in an alternate universe because it wasn’t very long ago he had his mother sleeping in his sisters room and now he was seeing his dad. What was he even doing here? There were maybe ten Tescos closer to where he lived. Prince looked at Matt a little helplessly. He didn’t know what to do. The smart thing would be to get in the car and go but Prince was glued to the spot, his feet just weren’t working. “You little fucker.” Princes eyes widened, still looking at Matt when that all-too-familiar voice spoke, sending a chill down Princes spine. Nick and Luna were understandably confused but all they had to do was look at the man to know he was Princes father. Every single feature on that man’s face was the exact same as Princes just with age set in. His hair even fell the same way Princes did when it was longer. The only thing his mother gave him was life and abandonment issues; Prince was the spitting image of his father. “If it isn’t the little Princess.” His dad spoke and Prince was still frozen to the spot. His dad took a step towards him and Prince finally snapped out of his trance. “Don’t fucking come near me.” He was seething with anger. He felt Lunas hand on his arm, his dad mockingly pouted and teased that ‘little princess’ found his voice. Prince glared at him and the man was lucky Luna had a hand on him because it was keeping him calm and preventing him from beating the living daylights out of this man. His dad laughed, amused by the fact that he scared his own kid this much. What a stand-up guy. Prince looked at Nick. “Get him the fuck away from me or one of you is going to have to call the fucking cops if he takes one more step towards me.” He didn’t want Matt to do it, he’s already been burned by Kadin and he certainly wasn’t going to let Luna go near him. He’s seen Nick kill a guy before and if he did it again, this time Prince wouldn’t complain.  Prince let’s Luna lead him into the house. He’s shaking, angry and also a little frightened. It’s so humiliating. He’s spent the better half of his teen years wondering what he’d do if he saw either of his parents and neither of the exchanges went anyway like he predicted. He’s a little fuming at himself for being so scared instead of actually pummelling the man like he deserves. Luna is great though. She held his hand in the car the whole way home once Nick took the keys to drive instead of Prince. She takes him to his room and when they lie down together she wraps her arms around him, keeping him as calm as he can possibly be. Prince kisses the top of her head. He doesn’t know what to say and when she asks how he’s doing he just shakes his head. “Why was he even fucking there? There’s a million other shops in the city he could go to, why our local? Fucking hell.” Prince thinks he can never go back to that store. He looks at Luna now, knowing that wasn’t an answer to her question. “I’m fine.” He says but it’s short, clipped with irritation. He tells her he doesn’t need to be looked after, and he is fine. “I want you to feel safe with me, Prince.” He knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone just because he lies and insists he’s fine. He nods and kisses her on the lips this time. His hand goes to cup her face, turning them both so she’s now on her back and he has an arm holding him up, the other hand still under her chin as he kisses her deeply, and passionately. “You’ve no fucking idea how you make me feel. Safe doesn’t begin to cover it.” It’s moments like this that makes Luna call Prince a liar when he tells her he doesn’t love her or he doesn’t want her because he makes it so desperately obvious that he does. He pulls away and now uses both arms to support himself above her. “Fuck me.” He exhales, being with her is definitely helping his stress. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He kisses her again. The annoying thing is that Prince feels a little bubble of irritation at how easily she calms him down. Nobodies ever been able to do that, so how come she can? Well, he knows how. Now would be a good time for him to let out the rarely used L-word but he doesn’t. But he does kiss her again.

{ v ;; phases.

“Katie!” Adele, Jakes little sister beams when she opens the door, wrapping her arms around Katie to hug her. Katie feels a little sad that she’s so excited to see her because this is probably the last time. Katie returns the hug regardless and then she spots Jake coming down the stairs. Adele leaves them alone. Katie’s phone buzzes in her hand and Jake smirks, but doesn’t look happy. “So your phone does work.” He grumbles. Katie frowns and he already knows the expression on her face means she’s here with bad news. And she is. She wants to have an honest conversation with him and asks if they can talk privately. He shakes his head and laughs. “Maybe. Depends on your answer to my question.” She furrows her eyebrows, confused. “Did you fuck Leo while you were in Spain?” Katie’s mouth drops open. She can’t lie but she doesn’t want to argue about this in his hallway. She doesn’t know what family members are home and nearby to hear this. “Jake, can we just talk?” He shakes his head and tells her to leave. “Oh, Katie.” Jake shook his head, chuckling. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both knew you were going to do that. If you couldn’t be bothered enough to be honest enough to break up with me beforehand then we don’t need to have a conversation after. You’re a selfish person and the only one you want to make feel better with your excuses is you.” Jake reaches around her to open the front door. Katie is a little shocked that this is how this is going to go down but once the door is open, he’s walking away from her. She doesn’t follow him. Katie goes straight to Leo’s house. It’s kind of refreshing that he’s happy to see her and it makes her feel bad for being upset about her conversation (or lack of) with Jake. She lets him pull her into a hug. Katie follows Leo to his room but doesn’t sit next to him on the bed, instead taking a spot at the edge of the end of the bed. She plays with a loose thread in his duvet. She isn’t really sure why she’s upset. The conversation with Jake would have been difficult and he saved them both from that. She thinks maybe it’s guilt that she feels. Leo nudges her with his foot to pull her out of her trance and ask what’s wrong. She sighs and tells him what happened with Jake. “-but, like, it’s not true. I didn’t know I was going to do that. I didn’t even know you still felt that way.” She eyes him cautiously. “If you even do.” She adds in a rush which probably offends him because she knows their run-in in Spain wasn’t just sex. “And I was going to break up with him weeks ago so, like, Spain isn’t even why. I mean you were there, you know we just acted on how we felt. I wasn’t being a mean person, it’s just-“ she sighs again, maybe Ava is the person she should have gone to first so she could figure out how to articulate her feelings. “It wasn’t just, like, a one night stand for me. I have missed you and I just wanted to be with you. I wasn’t trying to be a mean person.” She feels a bit awkward about Leo being the person she’s justifying sleeping with him to. But on the other hand Leo was the only other person there, and the only other person who understands just how drawn they were to one another especially in that moment. “I didn’t date him to spite you- I just feel like every time I do anything I end up hurting people.” She looks him in the eyes. “I don’t want to be a bad person.” Katie’s not talking about Jake anymore. “I really care about you, and I know we have to talk about what it means for us. I just don’t want to hurt anyone again, especially you. I know I shouldn’t be scared but I just don’t want to fuck any of this up again. I am scared.” Jake called her selfish, and Leo has done that too. She knows Leo can see how scared she is to act in a way that puts her in that line of fire again. Leo nods for Katie to join him. He probably expected her to slide him beside him in the first place. She abandons her place at the end of the bed and joins him up at the top, allowing him to wrap a comforting arm around her. Her head rests on his chest and the sound of his heart beating is like a lullaby and the smell of his cologne is intoxicating. How can she possibly resist him anymore? “Katie, I just want you to feel safe with me.” Now she knows she was right to come straight here. She knows Leo doesn’t care about Jakes feelings but she can feel he cares about hers. She hopes he respects that she’s trying to show she cares about his too. His finger absently plays with a strand of her blonde hair. She’s starting to hate that colour on her. His action comforts her though. She relaxes into his embrace. They can work this out, right? Katie suddenly starts to feel weird and his cologne is no longer intoxicating in a comforting way as she feels a burst of nausea. “I do feel safe with you, Leo.” Is the last thing she says before she’s running to his bathroom to be sick. Now where the hell did that come from? She must have caught a bug abroad, she figures. She can’t find it in her to care about being sick when Leo is at the door checking on her. They’re totally going to finally work this out this time, she decides.

❝ i’m not staring, i’m admiring. ❞ { v ;; the princess and the moon.

The only time Prince ever actually does his homework at home is when he and Luna use it as an excuse to hang out together. “I just don’t understand any of it.” He’ll text her about an assignment that he definitely does understand so that she’ll invite him over so she can help. They’ll spend maybe ten minutes max on homework before finding themselves in bed together. Otherwise, Prince does his homework exclusively at school, during lunch or a free class. He’s sat at the lunch table, scribbling through the maths problems. He’s good at maths, has a knack for it so it doesn’t take long or it wouldn’t if the teacher didn’t give them so much of it. As he reads through question six, he feels the same eyes on him that’s he’s been feeling since question one. He glances at Luna. It annoys him when he thinks she looks beyond sexy sipping her drink. She’s staring at him, though and it makes him shift in his seat. He raises an eyebrow at her but gets back to his work. The pair don’t often spend time alone together at school but Nick has been helping Cassie study for the summer exams and Matt is probably chasing some girl. Aubrey and Valerie were here but Prince doesn’t even know when they left. It’s just him and Luna. Her eyes are still on him and he sighs and drops his pen, looking at her again. “You’re staring at me.” He points out. “I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She corrects him and he scoffs. He thinks, why would someone who looks like her not just look in a mirror if they wanted to admire something? “It’s annoying.” He remarks, trying to get back to his homework. He looks at her again and she’s still staring and this time he smirks but he forces himself to wipe it away. It’s too late because she saw it. Prince tries to read the next question but when he looks at Luna this time the smirk on her face matches the one he just tried to hide. He shakes his head, amused despite the scowl on his face. “Stop staring at me.” And to his surprise, she does. The next thing he knows she’s picking up her stuff, like she’s going to leave. He’s confused now but she still has a smirk on her face when she goes to walk away. Prince really should finish this homework before class later but he can’t help it when he turns to watch her leave. She turns her head as she walks, like she knew he wasn’t going to watch. The same look is still on her face and Prince sighs and puts his homework in his bag. He’s almost going at a sprint to catch up to her in the hallway outside the canteen. He grabs her hand and pulls her into an empty classroom. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He asks, pointedly. She knows what she does, and what she’s doing. He knows she does. “You’re fucking infuriating.” He comments but his words don’t match his actions when he pulls her in to kiss her.

{ v ;; phases.

“Your dad is a fucking cunt.” Rings through Katie’s head at least fifty times a day. She can’t believe Leo said that to her. Followed by ‘I bet he didn’t tell you he cheated on your mother.’ It was the way he said. “I bet he didn’t tell you.” Like he was just waiting to use this ammunition against Katie. Katie was so horrified and disgusted by his behaviour, and Eli’s too. Leo has since apologised but Katie hasn’t brought herself to forgive him. Even regardless of anything she has done, even if she had gone full whack and shagged his dad (which his behaviour at that time made her feel like that was actually the crime she committed) she still wouldn’t have it in her to forgive him for what he said. There wasn’t one thing she could think of that she’s done that’s bad enough to make him think she owed forgiveness. Even if he felt like she deserved to know about her mother, calling her father a cunt before spitting it out wasn’t exactly helpful. Katie’s been struggling with her friend group lately. Ava is the only one who didn’t go out of her way to get Katie’s feelings hurt but it’s hard to just hang out with her when the group is always doing something as a group and she can’t be around everyone else. She really just can’t. And then she also can’t be around her father. She wonders if Leo even cares about all that damage. Does Eli care? She doubts it. They’re all in PE class together but it’s a sunny day and the teacher is letting them just use the class to hang outside. She gets strung into being stuck with Leo and Eli when she chooses Ava to sit with. She glared at Leo when she feels his eyes on her for the millionth time. She rolls her eyes, gets up and walks away. Leo, annoyingly, follows her. She turns suddenly, stopping them both in their tracks. “That wasn’t an invitation to follow me. And can you please stop staring at me?” She snaps. “I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She can’t tell what tone of voice he’s trying to associate with those words but she doesn’t care. “It’s fucking annoying, and it’s weird. So, stop. I wish you’d just leave me alone.” She knows her words are harsh, Leo already apologised and explained how he felt when he said what he did. She knows he’s not trying to piss her off but she can’t help how she feels around him. It doesn’t help that when he’s there, Eli is there too. It’s like she doesn’t trust that they’re not just going to say something awful again. Leo goes to explain, or respond or maybe even apologise but Katie doesn’t let him. “I mean it, Leo. Leave me alone.” She walks away from him again, going up to the teacher to say she has a headache so she can go inside, just to get away from everyone. She isn’t sure how her and Leo are going to make up after all the fighting they’ve been doing lately but right now she isn’t even interested in making up.

[MORNING] - Sender wakes receiver with a kiss. { v ;; the princess and the moon. AU

Prince nodded at Ryan as he set the pint down on the table. The airport around them was bustling with travellers. Prince always wanted to leave London - he hated the place. He always thought when Pandora graduated and moved on to better things he could leave, maybe just travel the world. Luna coming into his life stopped his fantasies of running away. Though he did at some point fantasise about both of them travelling together. Hell, if she decided to go back to Spain there was a point he thought he’d go too. But now Prince was alone. Ryan was travelling with him but Prince didn’t really consider him a friend; that was his boss plus he’d be returning to London after showing Prince the ropes in Monaco. Prince was going to be alone there. That didn’t scare him. He always felt like he was somewhat alone, especially lately. There was a time there when he was madly in love with Luna, Matt had his back and Pandora was doing so well in school and generally enjoying her life just like he wanted. During that time he didn’t feel alone. Now, he wasn’t talking to Matt or Luna and Pandora didn’t feel very much like talking to him. He always predicted that comfortable feeling was going to go away and now it had. Ryan had probably been talking for twenty straight minutes with nothing but nods and grunts from Prince. “So, are you excited? Prince, the money you’re going to make!” Ryan whistled which Prince understood meant it was a lot of money. Yet, Prince could only think about one thing. Ryan pointed between the empty pints. “Another one?” Prince blinked at him, coming out of his trance. He didn’t want another pint. He only wanted one thing. Luckily for Prince, Ryan was the most bizarre person to run a drug trade; he was happy-go-lucky and cheerful. He loved hearing about Princes love life and, like everyone else around Prince, was delighted to actually see him in a happy relationship. When he first suggested Monaco to Prince he told him he could bring Luna. Prince had turned it down because Luna was going to college and he wasn’t going to get in her way. So when Prince declined the pint, and mentioned he had to go see about a girl, instead of being pissed off at Prince for abandoning their big money-making plans, he beamed and clapped his hands together. “Oh my god, go get her!” Prince glanced at Nicks car parked in the drive of Lunas place. Cassie hadn’t lived here in almost two years so what was Nick doing here? He pushed open the front door gently and heard what sounded like arguing. “Luna, it’s true - he’s gone.” Prince could only assume it was him they were talking about, and it sounded like Luna didn’t really believe Nick. Why would Prince leave without saying goodbye? Even if he did break up with her, she expected a goodbye. He knew that when he left and didn’t say anything but in his mind it would make it easier for her to forget about him. He didn’t want her to forget about him, he realised that now. He followed their voices into the living room. “I’m not- I didn’t.” Prince was flustering his words. He was trying to say he wasn’t gone, he hadn’t left without saying bye even though he was just about to. He acknowledged the confused look on Nicks face. Princes presence probably made it seem like Nick was lying for no reason. The carry-on bag in Princes hand confirmed some of the story was true. He had been leaving. He shot Nick a look, he didn’t need to be here anymore. He had asked Nick not to say anything so he noted not to ask him for any favours again. Nick took the signal and made his exit. Prince looked at Luna now. She looked even more confused than Nick. “I was leaving. I went to the airport. I was going to leave.” He was aware this news was going to piss her off. Hopefully him not following through with his plan gave him some brownie points. “I couldn’t fucking do it. I thought if I leave and I don’t say anything you’d be so pissed off that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore and you could finally move on from the shit show I’ve made of your life the last five years.” It wasn’t all a shit show, they both knew that. In fact, before he found out about his best friend being a backstabber, their relationship was as close to perfect as a relationship between this very pair could be. Prince sighed and found himself pacing back and forth. It felt like he was seventeen again and struggling with his feelings for Luna again. It used to drive him crazy when he felt all this love for her but he didn’t want to. That’s how he felt now. Why couldn’t he just leave? He just wanted to walk away and forget. But Prince couldn’t do that. “I’m not here to say goodbye. I’m here to say that I love you and I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I don’t give a fuck that you lied about Matt, I never gave a fuck. It was just an excuse to end this because I was scared.” It was so unlike Prince to admit his feelings like that. It was that unusual for him that he didn’t even know it was how he felt at first because he didn’t even admit it to himself. “I thought Matt was my brother. If my brother, the only person who ever wanted to be around me, wasn’t around anymore then why would you be? What’s stopping you from changing your mind?” Prince knew it was his choice to not be around Matt anymore but technically speaking it was Matt’s because Matt had to know that would be the consequence of his actions. “If I stand here and say my sister deserves so much more then who’s to say you don’t? I’m a lot more fucked up than him, and I’ve been a right prick and if all I ever talk about his what a prick he is, surely you’d realise I’m so much worse and you’d finally go and I couldn’t see you go, so I tried to.” Prince had probably never spoken so many words in his whole life but it was like word vomit it just kept coming out, stuff he was terrified of saying but he was only now realising she was the one who he had to not care about what he said terrifying stuff to. He was so in love with her but more than that he trusted her with his life. He could trust her with his fears and his stupid admissions. Prince crossed the room to her. “I was right, too. You do deserve better but then today I thought fuck it, I can be better. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking the alternative was to leave you alone. I don’t want to be angry anymore, I just want to be with you. I bought a fucking ring for fucksake. If I can do that then I’ve already changed. Right?” He was a little nervous in asking that because what if she thought he hadn’t changed? That he was still just an asshole and she was done with him. If that was the case, Prince still had the choice to leave and forget about this embarrassing little speech. “I fucked up so much but this time will be the last time you’ll ever have to forgive me for anything, if you still want me.”   Prince felt a presence around him as he slept. He wasn’t dreaming but he wasn’t fully awake. In his sleepy mindset, he felt happy. He felt like kissing. He could feel his lips puckering but then his consciousness made him aware that he wasn’t just kissing thin air. There was a person kissing him. He blinked his eyes open and found Luna pressing sweet kisses to his lips and along his jaw and a smile spread across his lips, waking him up in the best way. He was still half asleep but his hand went to the back of her head to pull her in for a real kiss, his eyes going back to closed. The more they kissed and their hands found their way around each others bodies, the more he woke up. He pulled Luna on top of him, his hands firm on her hips. She whispered “good morning” to him and he chuckled lowly. “It certainly is.” He opened his eyes now, blinking in the morning light. It was a new day but in another sense it was a new day. Prince was delighted he didn’t get on the plane. He knew now the best decision he ever made was to come back and choose her above everything else. He’d meant everything he said the day before and with them being so close now he wasn’t even embarrassed about any of it anymore. How come he could never flip the switch like this before? He felt like he could just open up and tell her each and every one of his feelings and still not be embarrassed like he once would. He wasn’t sure what was different. He was no longer the little boy afraid of hurting her and getting hurt. He was now the man that was going to propose to Luna Moon. And why wouldn’t he? Their little world was changing now and it was only yesterday, thinking about getting on that plane without her, did he realise that was all he ever wanted.

{ v ;; phases.

Katie is still dead to the world when all of a sudden she feels something warm on her neck and then on her lips. Someone’s kissing her. It’s like the kiss of life because she feels herself waking up but she doesn’t open her eyes, instead squeezing them as she returns the kiss to whoevers lips are on hers. She giggles slightly, eyes still closed. This could be Eli or Ava for all she knows considering she hasn’t greeted the person yet. She knows that hand on her neck, though and she knows that kiss. It’s like coming home, kissing him again after so long. She beams as she pulls away and opens her eyes, catching the Greek God known as Leo laying in her bed. “Well, that’s one way to wake a girl up.” She giggles again. They’re being very naughty, since Katie still hasn’t broken up with her boyfriend but what would be the point in them being shy? They already cheated yesterday and neither of them need to waste this holiday feeling guilty about anything. When she gets home she’ll break up with Jake but she can’t do anything about it while they’re still abroad celebrating the twins birthday. Leo kisses her again and she still feels giddy about it so she barely returns it as another giggle slips from her lips, turning her head away from him because their lips and teeth are colliding awkwardly with her childish laughs. It feels like his smile is just him laughing at her reaction to him. She hides her blushing cheeks. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “You’re making me blush. It’s so embarrassing.” She’s speaking in a whisper and when he pulls her hands away she feels even more embarrassed because of the way he’s looking at her. He kisses her again but it’s  quick peck this time. She pokes his cheek with her finger. “You’re pretty.” She whispers. The elephant in the room isn’t even that she has a boyfriend, it’s what this means for them. They both know it. She told him she didn’t love him like that, and she swore left and right that she just wanted to be friends. Her actions now aren’t matching that. Jake once accused her in a fight that one day she would stop being mad at Leo and go right back to loving him. Now she was just a hypocrite for getting upset at that accusation. “Keep kissing me.” She pleads with a giant smile on her face. They can address that elephant when they’re back in the U.K.

#i guess this is how im doing ask memes now!!!!! #ridiculous!!! #not katie saying keep kissing me then crying about feeling like a meanie i literally love her #like how DARE he get angry at me for cheating but also lets cheat some more teehee #and i truly hate that au one in the middle princes speech is so cringe but he had things he needed to say i didnt know what to erase #and it doesnt really happen anyway so lets just let luna dream thats what he might have said #{ v ;; the princess and the moon. #{ v ;; phases. #once again only pmoon and their sons love life #beencaughts #memed

[kiridarling]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

— 2.5k words

"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

click to return to CLUB 777.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #CLUB 777 #The VIP Booths #Bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Like the Sea [Siren!Inumaki]

part of the monster fucker collab hosted by @natsuonii​ and @viixens​ thank you guys for letting me join

pairing: Siren! Inumaki Toge x reader

tw: dubcon, mind control.

this was fun to write, 1.6k words.

How do fish dicks work???  

You’ve lived by the sea for as long as you can remember.  Sea water flows through your veins and the sound of waves crashing will never really leave you.  Through all of life’s inconsistencies, the sea is the only constant, and the sea cave you found when you were younger is your only true solace.  Today it looks like your mood agrees with the weather, cloudy and grey.  Naturally, this calls for a visit to your little cave, the rough, jagged walls a familiar source of comfort.  In all your years of frequenting the cave, you’ve never seen anyone else in it.  Never.  A younger you would dream of meeting mermaids and other beautiful sea creatures in your wonderful cave.  Surely such a beauty would attract beauty in turn.  But after years, your voice is the only one that echoes across the walls.  The thought of meeting someone else in your little alcove is almost absurd to you now, something that would never happen.  But there’s a first time for everything.

The swim there is so habitual that you could do it in your sleep.  Like always, you make it without breaking a sweat, surfacing with a deep breath.  You lay down on the sand, cool against you, as it coats your skin like a sugar cookie.  The tension leaves your body as you close your eyes.  But your moment of relaxation is rudely interrupted by a poke to your cheek and a weight against you.

“Ow fuck!”  you screech, opening your eyes to find yourself face to face with a cute white-haired boy.

 “Oh my god, I didn’t notice someone else was in here, how did you even find this place?”  you ask, only to be met with the sound of waves.  The boy looks at you for a second, then slowly slides off you to reveal a gorgeous dark blue tail, silver flecks glinting in the dim lighting of the cave.  

You gape a bit in disbelief as your mind processes what appears to be a merman.  “What is this, the little mermaid?  Lost your voice?  You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”  God, kid y/n would have done anything to meet a real life mermaid.

“...tuna mayo.”  he mumbles, frowning slightly.

“Excuse me?”

“...”

“Seriously?  You're going to leave me hanging?”

He draws in the sand with a finger, ‘Inumaki Toge’ and points to himself.

“Oooookay, nice to meet you Inumaki,” you say, then introduce yourself.  

“Is there any reason you can’t talk?”  

“Salmon.”

“Uh, I'm going to take that as a yes.”  He nods vigorously to confirm your guess.  

The next time you visit the cave, there is not a single sign of Inumaki and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve gone insane.  However, you had the strangest dream about him during your nap in the cave.  You don’t remember what it was about exactly, but you vividly remember the singing.  The song was not in a language you’ve ever heard, but the tune continues to play in your mind, somehow overwriting even the white noise of the ocean.  You continue to make trips to your cave, writing off the strange meeting you had as some sort of figment of your imagination.  Inevitably, you run into him again.  Meeting with him becomes a habit, and your conversations with him bleed longer and longer.  To be fair, it’s mostly you talking his ear off, but even though he is quiet, he is quite expressive.  You still haven’t heard him say anything besides random onigiri ingredients, but you’ve gotten used to him and his mannerisms.  Honestly, you consider him to be your friend, and associate him with the safety of your cave.  

Once again, you visit the cave, and of course he’s there again.  All silent and infuriatingly pretty.  It doesn’t take you long to notice the sharp tang of iron in the air, the wisps of red in the water.  

“Holy shit man, are you okay?”  He arches an eyebrow at you sarcastically, and gives you a look like ‘obviously I am not okay’. 

“Alright, alright, let me go get you some supplies, I’ll be right back okay?”  As you stood to get up, you felt a tug on your wrist, and looked down to see Inumaki staring at you, a small whine escaping him.  

“You don't want me to leave?  But I can’t help you with what I’ve got on hand.”

And for the first time, you get a legitimate response, “stay.”  Your body relaxes, and you've got no idea why, but you'd literally kill a man to hear him speak again.  A thin fog fills your mind, and it feels like someone stuffed cotton in your brain.  The only coherent thought bouncing around is the single word Inumaki said.  You want to stay.  You feel like you would die if you didn’t.  It strikes you as odd, but in the state you’re in, you can’t afford the notion any thought.  All you want to do is stay in the cave with him forever.  That would be nice, you muse.  

The wool is pulled from your eyes suddenly.  

“What the fuck was that?”  That was definitely dangerous.  He is definitely dangerous.  

He coughs a bit before he replies, “sleep.”  And your world goes dark. 

When you wake up from a dreamless sleep, the cave is empty.  The shadows dancing across the walls in the dim lighting are no longer fun and playful.  The glint of the sharp edges of the rocks seems to threaten you.  It doesn’t feel like your cave anymore.  It doesn’t feel safe.  The water is turbulent, and the thought of swimming back scares you.  But you’d rather take the risk and get out while you still can.  The walls seem like they’re closing in on you, and you have to take several deep breaths before you plunge into the water.  

In the water, you feel it.  You feel eyes on you.  It’s a gaze that crawls on your skin, a gaze that doesn’t come from passing fish.  It chills you to the bone, and while you desperately try to convince yourself the cold sinking into you is just because of the water, your instincts know that’s not the case.  You do the only thing you can do at this point: swim for your life.  Finally, you break the surface, taking a deep breath before something grabs your leg and drags you down to hell.  

You’ve been brought to an underwater cave, a cenote, with light filtering auroras of green and turquoise.  It would’ve been gorgeous in any other situation.  But with Inumaki staring you down like he’s going to devour you, all you can feel is fear.  You’re not stupid.  Anyone who’s familiar with the sea knows that underwater cave diving is extremely dangerous, no matter how good a swimmer you are.  Strong currents alone are vicious enough, but they also stir up sediment which can make it impossible to see.  Not to mention you have no gear of any sort, no diving equipment, not even goggles.  There’s no way out that’s not on the back of a monster.  

“Why?”  you whisper, not sure what you did to deserve such rapture.  

He makes a little heart with his hands and motions towards you.  

“You love me?”  he nods, like that one simple action should explain everything.

Days pass, with Inumaki constantly at your side.  He brings you food, delicacies of the sea, and insists on feeding you like a child.  How have you never noticed the way he looks at you before?  It's painfully obvious now, the fixation.  But this is your life now, you suppose.  Even in the rare moments he is away, you can still feel his stare.  If by some miracle you escape his watchful eye, the sea is unforgiving to you, a creature of the land.  So you talk.  Talk and talk and talk to numb yourself of boredom, to reassure yourself that you’re still you.

“Mermaids must have it nice, huh?”  you remark offhandedly.  He makes a face at your statement and shakes his head, like he can’t believe you.

“What?  It’s like that song in the little mermaid y’know?  What does the little lobster say again?  ‘Life under the sea, is better than anything they’ve got up there’ or something”  you laugh, and he just makes the same scrunched up face at you.

“Don’t like the little mermaid I’m assuming?”  he shakes his head, looking kind of disgusted and makes an ‘X’ with his hands.  The conversation carries on for a while before you stop mid sentence.  You can’t believe yourself.  The pieces were all there but you just never put them together for some reason.  

“You’re a siren!”  A smile tugs at his lips, and he looks at you.  Just by the expression you can tell exactly what he’s thinking: “finally.”  The realization makes your stomach wrench horribly, obliterating what little hope you had left.

Time has no meaning here.  It comes and goes as it pleases, trickles slowly and rushes like a flood.  At some point, thoughts of escape seem to escape you.  It’s a predator’s instinct, you suppose, to know when it’s prey has no more fight left.  You feel his lips on yours, cold but adoring.  

“Kiss me back.”  and the fog comes again.  You kiss him like you love him.  His hands tenderly slide down to your waist and latch on.  A few of his scales part, right where his crotch should be.  Although you register the horrifying cock rubbing against your thigh, the haze of fog in your mind quells any alarm.  You're is registering the physical sensations, but you can’t really feel them.  He works you open, gently, carefully, like some sort of twisted version of an apology.

“Love me.”   and all you can feel is a swelling love, an all encompassing force like the sea.

When time starts again, you find yourself laying next to him on your little shore of sand, sore beyond belief.  You can’t help the tears that slide down your face.  A drop falls into the water, as the sea engulfs the teardrop until they are one and the same.  

#Jujutsu Kaisen #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #monster AU #monster fuckers #man I feel like I skimped on the smut but also it was hard to fit in the vibe? #tw: [dubcon] #tw: [noncon] #jujutsu inumaki #inumaki x you #tw: [mind control]

[transfenris-truther]

prompt 7!

Thanks so much for the ask! Here's a pre-relationship peice for Fenhawke.

Hawke had only known Fenris for a few weeks but the elf was easy to read. Even in the darkness of the Sundermount caves, the tension in Fenris' shoulders was obvious. It wasn't a great idea to take Anders alongside Fenris on the best of days. It was a worse idea to take both of them along in narrow Sundermount caves, where practicality dictated that Fenris be shoulder-to shoulder with at least one mage for most of the journey. 

Hawke was getting tired. Anders and Fenris spent the whole journey sniping at each other and Sebastian was no help. His attempts to intervene only ever fanned the flames higher. The caves were slimy and wet and the profit that was promised seemed unlikely. You wouldn't know in the cold underground space that on the surface the sun was bright and hot. Hawke sighed, what a waste of a beautiful afternoon. Fenris' eyes swept over his face, checking him warily as he always did. That was frustrating too. Fenris' lack of trust shouldn't have stung, but it always did. 

Soon it'd be over, Hawke assured himself. They'd trudge all the way back to Kirkwall and he could just go to bed and start over again in the morning. Plus, think how good the sun would feel when they emerged from underground. Perhaps the difficult circumstances would build Fenris' trust. Maybe he and Anders would get the fighting out of their system and start to understand each other. If you think about it, this could be a wonderful opportunity for growth. He had almost talked himself out of a bad mood when he caught the telltale sound of skittering. 

"Mother fucker." Hawke said. He meant to have muttered it, but he said it at full volume. Sebastian and Anders looked uncharacteristically scandalized. To Hawke's surprise, Fenris, close enough to Hawke that he could feel the heat from the elf's body, huffed a soft little laugh. 

"What's the problem?" Anders asked. 

Hawke sighed, "I heard those blighting spiders." 

Fenris was pressing his lips together tightly. Hawke wondered what was so funny. 

"I hate spiders. Disgusting. And this deep… they've always got some kind of nest," Hawke shuddered, "Egg sacs." 

Fenris was hiding his smile behind his hand now. 

"What?" Hawke said irritably, "What's so funny?" 

Fenris composed himself, his body twitching into the short little aborted bow he could never seem to stop himself from doing when he was caught enjoying himself, "My apologies, Hawke. It's only…  you are so much larger than them. And more powerful. And hairier." 

He cut himself off with another snorted laugh. Then, giving up on the facade of self control, he cackled, "You had no problem with the Dragon! But you fear the spiders." 

Hawke held up his hands defensively, "That was only a Drake! Plus he only had four legs."

Anders was smiling now, "There are four of us, so we're matching the spiders one to one on legs." 

Hawke couldn't believe he was being ganged up on for his perfectly reasonable fear. Especially not by Fenris and Anders. He gave Sebastian a pleading look, hoping that he would step in to mitigate the teasing. 

Sebastian scrambled for something to say, "The Grand Cleric says that fear is a natural response to the unusual, but the Chant cautions us-" 

Anders made a rude noise. Fenris was fully laughing now, shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress the noise. They were silenced all at once by a much louder, closer, skittering. 

"Shit." Hawke's voice broke into a high, uneasy pitch. The skittering was coming from ahead, from where the passage they walked down narrowed into a tight crag, where a person Hawke's size would have to turn sideways to squeeze through. 

Anders had no problem, the skinny bastard. Sebastian had to remove his breastplate, afraid of scratching it, but he made his way through with no complaint. 

"I hate caves," Hawke muttered, "And spiders and webs and egg sacs." 

Fenris was smirking, removing his breastplate to avoid damaging it. His voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said, "Should I hold your hand?" 

It took Hawke aback. In the low light of the caves, Fenris' teasing smile was dashing, his  green eyes bright and beautiful, softly reflecting light that Hawke's human eyes could not quite see. He knew Fenris was kidding, and yet this was the first time Fenris had even implied that he might accept being touched under any circumstances. 

Hawke couldn't help himself, "Would you?" 

It was Fenris' turn to hesitate, scowling slightly. But the moment lingered between them, became two moments, then three, and Fenris' scowl softened. To Hawke's surprise, Fenris removed his right gauntlet and held out his hand, "Come now, Hawke, before I change my mind." 

Hawke did not wait, he seized Fenris' hand and let the elf pull him toward the crag. The fear of spiders never hit him in those minutes in the crag. He was too busy with other thoughts. The somewhat spicy and warm smell of Fenris so close, obvious even beneath the smell of metal and sweat. The sound of Fenris' breath, and his beautiful low smooth voice talking Hawke through the narrow passage. The way the darkness swallowed up everything but Fenris, his eyes, hair, and markings still clear in the low light. And most of all the sheer electric sensation of Fenris' bare palm in his hand. It was like holding a ball of lighting, warm and comforting at the same time as it was tingling and exhilarating. 

The light at the end of the tunnel came too soon, Fenris dropping his hand as he stepped into the light. Hawke scrambled out of the crevice, only mildly scraped up from the squeeze, but unreasonably disoriented. There was another loud skittering sound. Fenris turned back, catching Hawke's arm as the mage stumbled over a rock. 

"Foolish." Fenris murmured, but his expression was indulgent and his voice held nothing but affection. 

Hawke felt his heart twist. He was in so much trouble. This was the last thing he needed, an unrequited crush on an elf who hated magic and could tear a man's heart out with a bare hand. He was almost grateful for the spider when it dropped on them. It was at least a distraction.

#Fenhawke #Ask #da2 #fenris #Hawke

[apinchofm]

Co-Parenting

or the reason Baldwin sued for full custody.

"Miyako," Miriam said, placing her in her lap, "We just want to help. If you tell us, then we could help.'

The seven year old had been uncharacteristically upset when dropped off at Baldwin's. She would be a little upset, missing her mother. But it had been three days and a call from a teacher, asking if everything was okay.

"Mummy's friend was mean to me." Miyako admitted, "I don't like him."

Baldwin frowned. Eva's friends and suitors were usually overly nice to Miyako, considering they were tryign to impress her mother and remembered who her father was.

They were two people, married or divorced, you didn't mess with.

"Did you tell mama?" Baldwin asked.

"She said he didn't like children very much, but he would be nice, but he did his grumpy face and called me silly but in a mean way." Miyako pointed.

Baldwin's eyes narrowed, "What his name? Just so I can make sure he's nice."

"It's a wierd name. Like a gerbil." The child then gasped," Can I have a gerbil?"

"Gerbert?" Miriam asked, confused. She nodded and Miriam's eyes widened as Baldwin's narrowed further.

"Yes," Miyako confirmed.

"Are you fucking-" Baldwin seethed and marched to his office. Miriam and Miyako watched him do this.

"That's in the swear jar." Miriam sighed, "Okay, start on your drawing. I'll go check on papa. And use my headphones, there may be yelling."

Miriam went to Baldwin's office, where he was pulling file and file from one of his shelves, whilst ranting to himself. Mirima shut the office

"Baldwin."

"She could have anyone. But no, the one fucker-!"

"Baldwin-"

"And then he's rude to our child. And she lets him-!"

"Baldwin!" Miriam yells, catching his attention. He stops and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I think the weirder thing is the age gap." Miriam tried to joke.

"Everyone knows the rumours, about what he did to Juliette. Eva knows, her mother was spreading them." Baldwin ranted, "What the fuck is she doing, having the one man, going with the one family mine and especially I cannot stand!"

"Okay, but you cannot give in to this." Miriam reasoned.

"It's being done to provoke me. I don't care who she dates, even if is that snivelling catholic cunt," Baldwin said, "But he hurt my child's feelings."

"This way they both win - you'll look like the ruthless arse who takes his daughter away and he gets to embarrass you." Miriam pointed out.

Baldwin looks up at her, "Perhaps I will be. For Miyako's sake." He turned to his wall safe, one of many and took out a file. Mirima recognised the family isigna on the leather cover.

"Philippe? You can't." Involving Philippe was the nuclear option.

When Baldwin and Eva divorced, they did so in the most amicable way possible - shared custody, Miyako schooled in England as her mother travelled too much.

Philippe wasn't happy. He had thought Baldwin had been too soft. Miyako was a de Clermont. He and Baldwin had a plan, the most ruthless option. It gained the de Clermonts full custody and revealed damaging information about Eva's own family.

Let's just say, they weren't exactly resisting the political changes of 1930s Germany.

But Baldwin refused. He had done too much fighting during the last days of his marriage, he didn't want Miyako used in it.

"Think about Miyako. You don't want her to resent her mother." Miriam said, "Or you. Negoiate."

.....

"Miriam."

Eva was surprised to see Matthew's friend at Baldwin's house, answering the door.

"Eva. Hi." She opened the door to let her in, "Baldwin is in his office."

"So he called in reinforcements. Is Matthew here too?" Eva asked with interest, "Hugh?"

"Just me and Hamish." Miriam replied, "But I'm here because it's my day off," She walked down the corridor into the living room. Eva knew the way to Baldwin's office by heart, and was surprised to see Hamish, the family lawyer there.

"What is this?" Eva demanded.

" you and Gerbert."

"You and Miriam." Eva replied, "Tell me, are you doing it to fuck with Matthew?"

"No." Baldwin replied shortly, "Why?"

"She's with my child," Eva said, "I deserved to know."

"And yet, you strike up a relationship with Gerbert d'Aurilliac." Baldwin retorted.

"Gerbert cares for me." Eva protested "And yes, he's difficult with children..."

"Juliette?" Baldwin asked, "How does she feel about this?"

"A resentful brat married to another resentful brat," Eva observed and Baldwin nodded in agreement with the assessment of Domenico at least.

Hamish opened his briefcase and placed it on the desk, pulling out two contracts for them to sign, "We want this as painless as possible." Hamish said.

"What's this?"

"Our original divorce agreement, that my father drew up. But I amended it." Baldwin said.

Eva's face fell. She knew anything drawn up by Philippe de Clermont contained damaging information.

"Well, there was a part of me that very much wanted to watch you squirm." Baldwin said, "A large part of me. But Miriam reminded me that I don't want our daughter to despise you as much as we despise each other."

"What are the terms?" Eva asked, slightly less braver than she had been up to this point.

"Sole custody. Miyako lives here full time." Baldwin demanded, "You can have 3/4 of school holidays, but she does Christmas at Sept-Tours, New Years in Berlin with you. We will always notify each other of the usual health appointments, emergencies, etc."

"Because of Gerbert?" Eva asked.

"Miyako needs stability." Baldwin insisted, "Can you honestly say with you job and with Gerbert we can provide that?"

"We always listen to Mimi." Eva agreed, "I suppose we got so caught up in winning."

"We forget what's important." Baldwin finished.

"She calls this home." Eva admitted, swallowing, "It's funny, isn't it?"

"She loves you just as much. You're the one that fought for her." Baldwin pointed out, "Adopting isn't easy, even when rich. Remember when we fought in front of the social worker?"

Eva smiled slightly and she picked out a pen from her handbag.

"I do miss your ruthless streak." Eva observed as she signed, "You get this glint in your eye when you know you've won. It was was arousing."

......

The three emerged from the office, a decision made.

"Hello mama," Miyako greeted when she saw her. She was in Miriam's arms, "Do I have to go now?"

"No, schatzi. You are staying here. In London. All the time with papa," Eva said.

"Really?" Miyako asked, looking at her dad who gave her a small smile.

"I was thinking, for Easter, we'll go and see your Oma in Berlin." Eva asked, "Is that okay?"

Miyako nodded, "Can we get those big chocolate eggs like last year?"

"But of course." She kissed her, "Be good for papa and Miriam. And you be sure to call me at weekends and tell me how well you are doing at school. Promise?"

"Promise." They pinky swore and Eva gave wrapped her in her arms, hugging her as if realsing for the first time in a while that this was her child, her baby.

"I like your perfume, mama," Miyako mumbled into her shoulder.

"Papa will buy you three bottles," Eva said, with a wink. Baldwin rolled his eyes.

"I'll ship her clothes from my house in Rome here," Eva said.

"That's good."

Eva glanced at Miriam and nodded politely. But it wasn't without slight warning.

"That was a lot more peaceful than the first time." Hamish remarked, "I don't think I will ever get the smell of burning oil paint out my head. Or suit."

Miriam wrapped her arms around Baldwin's waist and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you. If you excuse me, I'm going to destroy that new investment firm, the one named after Bellic." Baldwin said gruffly. Miriam sighed but smiled. He did hate surrender. Destroying someone's livelihood would help him get over it.

"That's owned by Gerbert's eldest son?" Hamish pointed out. Baldwin looked at him, "I will shut up."

#modern au #adow fic #baldwin montclair #miriam shephard #miyako de clermont #eva jaeger #baldwin x eva #baldwin x miriam #hamish osborne

[harley-michaels-main]

Fondness of Fondue

Summary: Rumor has it, chocolate is the food of love.

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: Bokuto and Atsumu dumbassery, hand kisses

A/n: Ayo, this is my work for @ceo-of-daichi Curves and Kisses event! Enjoy! And congrats again Lydia on your milestone!

He first met you when he went with Atsumu to get a present for his current partner. "Why do I have to go with you?" He whined. He had just gone along so he could get a ride to practice.

"Because I need someone who knows what good chocolate is."

"And you think I know?" Kotaro questioned.

"No, Akaashi does and ya have his phone number."

"Wha-You're using me for Akaashi's phone number?!"

"Yep," Atsumu replied with a laugh. Kotaro huffed as the two of them entered the shop.

"Hi, welcome in!" As soon as his eyes locked with yours, he knew he was screwed. Your smile and rosy cheeks, the crinkles by your eyes, the way your uniform hugged your body. He was screwed.

Kotaro turned his eyes away from you as his cheeks flushed. Cute...

"Bokuto? Oi, Bokuto, ya listening to me?" Kotaro blinked when Atsumu smacked the side of his head lightly. "Jeez, yer always spacing off. Ya good?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah!" He responded quickly. Atsumu raised a brow at him but nonetheless turned his attention toward you.

"How can I help you?" You questioned, leaning on the counter. Kotaro's eyes followed your figure, his cheeks burning, even more, when he noticed you were watching him.

"Yeah, do ya have anything good for anniversaries?" Atsumu asked, smiling casually.

"Of course! Do you have any specific taste in mind?" You asked, tilting your head to the side a bit. So cute!!

Kotaro decided to draw his attention elsewhere, looking at the displays of chocolate to distract him. It was hard to focus when someone so adorable kept looking at him.

For some reason, his eyes kept going back to you. He couldn't help it. Not when you kept smiling and being so cute.

"Is your friend okay?" You asked, glancing at Kotaro. You weren't going to lie. He was attractive... Very attractive. But you didn't appreciate the stares.

"Honestly, no clue. He's a bit weird," Atsumu replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Never seen him act like that before," He stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Do you think you could ask him to stop staring at me? It's not very polite," You inquired, shuffling behind one of the display stands to try to hide.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about him," Atsumu replied before walking over to Kotaro. "Oi, stop staring. Yer freaking em out."

"I-I'm not staring!" Kotaro stuttered out, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Atsumu sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stop being weird," He stated as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What's goin' on with ya anyway? Ya like them or some- Oh shit you like- hrmf!"

"Shut up!" Kotaro cried as he slapped a hand over Atsumu's mouth. The two wrestled around, Atsumu trying to get rid of Kotaro's hand and Kotaro trying to keep him quiet.

"Please, no fighting in the store!" The pair froze as they looked at you, who was narrowing your eyes at them. They quickly stepped away from each other, both pairs of cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Our apologies. I'm headin' out, but my friend here wants to apologize for starin'," Atsumu stated, pushing Kotaro forward before making a break to the door.

"Wha- Atsumu wait!" Kotaro turned around just as Atsumu ran outside. He sighed before turning around to face you. You raised a brow, wondering what the hell just happened.

Kotaro swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped closer to you. "Um... I'm sorry for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I... I just-"

"Just what? Thought it would be fun to stare at me?" You questioned, crossing your arms. You weren't new to people staring at you. You knew that you were a bigger person. You had your fair share of stares and comments in your life. The difference now is that you weren't going to let people get away with it anymore.

"I mean yeah- Wait no no no, that's not what I meant!" Kotaro fussed. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to hear it anymore. Just get out of my store," You stated, pointing toward the front door.

"Wait, I'm sorry, that really isn't what I meant!" Kotaro pleaded. Why isn't anything coming out correctly?!

"Oh really? What did you mean then?" You asked sarcastically.

"I meant that you're really pretty and attractive! I'm really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable I'm just really attracted to you and didn't know if I should ask you out or not. But I totally understand if you don't want to!"

"Wait-"

"Like seriously, I totally understand. I didn't mean anything bad and I'm really sorry for coming across that way-"

"Wait a minute," You cut him off, trying to wrap your thoughts around what just happened. "You were staring because you're attracted to me?"

"Uh... yeah?" Kotaro questioned, not quite sure how to respond. You couldn't stop the smile or the laughter that erupted from your chest. Kotaro blushed again. He swore that his heart skipped a beat.

"Okay um, well thank you. I'm sorry for the way I acted."

"No, no don't apologize! I get it. It was so rude of me to stare like that, I'm really sorry," Kotaro apologized for the umpteenth time as he bowed deeply.

"It's fine. It was rude, but as long as you didn't have any ill intentions I guess I can't be mad at you."Kotaro slowly stood up straight, smiling awkwardly. "What's your name?"

"Bokuto Kotaro!" You chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Bokuto. I'm Y/n L/n," You responded, holding out your hand for him to shake. Kotaro smiled brightly as he gently took your hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." It was your turn to blush this time. "If it's alright for me to ask... Would you like to go out sometime?" Kotaro questioned. You bit your lip softly to try to contain your smile.

"I would love to. I close at 8 pm tomorrow if you would like to come back then," You suggested. Kotaro's eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect. I'll be here at 8! I'll see you tomorrow!" He exclaimed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," You responded before you realized that you were still holding each other's hand. Kotaro seemed to notice as well, but he didn't let go.

"I'm really sorry again," He said as he pulled your hand and pressed a small kiss to the back of it. "I hope I can make it up to you tomorrow night." Your eyes widened as you froze in your place. This smooth fucker...

"Uh... Y-yeah, me too." Your voice cracked as you responded. Kotaro smiled one last time before he let go of your hand and left the shop. You stared at the back of your hand as your cheeks flushed a dark red. "Oh god, that was a fever dream..."

Kotaro got into Atsumu's car, staring forward as he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. "So? What happened?" Atsumu asked, excitedly. Kotaro didn't respond. "Bokuto? Oi, ya good man?"

Kotaro fell forward, his head hitting the dashboard. "Bokuto?! Oi, Bokuto?! Oh shit, shit, Akaashi's gonna kill me- Oi, you good? Please be good, c'mon man."

"I have a date..."

"Eh?" Atsumu froze.

"I have a date tomorrow..."

"... Dude we leave tomorrow for an away game."

#curvesandkissescollab💋 #bokuto kotaro #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader fluff #bokuto kotaro x reader fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu!! #hq #hq!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #hq!! fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff

[deliriumofendless]

Headcanon request: Enemies to lovers with Thomas (maybe youre one of the other members siblings and go on tour with them and get stuck rooming together and *gasp* how cliche there’s only one bed wink wink)

man you have no idea how much my brainrot loved this request, i think about this man so often

you were visiting your brother damiano while he was on tour

you were excited to see him and the rest of his band with a single exception, Thomas Raggi

you and him despised each other since day 1

nobody really knows why you don’t get along, you’ve just never been able to be near him without bickering

the one condition of you coming to visit on tour was that you had to try to get along with thomas

the last thing damiano needed was his sibling and one of his best friends fighting

this agreement lasted about a day before you apparently did something to tick off thomas

you were grabbing a bowl of cereal when he pushed passed you annoyed

according to him, it’s your fault that he was annoyed and that you needed to stay out of his way

you tried reasoning with your brother that you weren’t doing anything that could’ve caused a fight and he insisted that thomas was just in a bad mood and it would be best to stay out of his way

however, you of course weren’t standing for that and decided if thomas was going to be rude to you for no reason then you’d give him a taste of his own medicine

the following morning you decided to go out and grab coffee for the band, purposely not grabbing anything for thomas

everyone was grateful of your gesture with the exception of the guitarist

“So you’ll grab coffee for everyone else except me?”

“Well I can’t stand talking to you, much less be around you. How do you expect me to know your coffee order?”

This of course started yet another round of bickering between you two

Damiano was so tired of this, he couldn’t choose sides between the two of you and he wished you would just get along for once

hell, he’d tie you two together until you got along if that’s what it took

and then the idea dawned on him, he’d definitely have to get victoria and ethan in on it but it was worth a shot

the tour bus arrived at the hotel the next nightand you each were handed your room keys

“okay due to budgeting, some of you will have to double up in rooms if that’s alright”

all of you agreed and you figured you’d be staying in a room with damiano or victoria

you were sorely mistaken

as you slowly divided off into your rooms, damiano and ethan first, then victoria which left you and thomas walking to the final room in the hallway

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, you’re in room 318?”

he looked down at his key and his shoulders slumped

there had to be a mistake, he couldn’t room with you, you’d end up killing one another

“maybe there was a mistake, i’ll go ask the others”

he walked down the hallway to the other rooms and knocked to be left with no answer

he texted and called only to be sent to voicemail

those fuckers planned this

he groaned to himself and walked back up to you

“we were put into a room together on purpose, i guess they got annoyed with you constantly bitching at me”

“me? bitching at you? you’re constantly getting angry at me for no reason!”

thomas just shook his head annoyed and strutted past you, not in the mood to deal with your attitude

he put the key in the lock and threw the door open to be met with a devastating sight

there was a single queen bed sat in the middle of the room

you shuffled in behind him and sneered

“this is fucking ridiculous, i need to go talk to damiano”

“i’ve already tried, they’re purposely ignoring us. we’re just gonna have to learn to tolerate each other for the night i guess”

you grumbled to yourself, you didn’t wanna spend the night with this asshole, much less share a bed with him

you pushed yourself past him and threw your bag at the end of the bed

he followed behind you and sat his stuff next to your’s

he was far too tired to have a shouting match with you

you changed into your pajamas and sat in the bed to flick on the tv

he sat next to you and turned on his music

“i’m trying to watch tv, can you put your headphones on at least?”

“my headphones broke a few days ago, i don’t have any right now”

“well then can you at least put on some good music?”

“i don’t really know what you’d describe as ‘good music’”

“just put on Led Zeppelin or something, i don’t fucking know!” you snapped at him

shockingly this didn’t turn into a fight

he just stared at you in surprise

“you like Led Zeppelin?”

???

Who tf doesn’t like Led Zeppelin?

“Yeah? Just put on Moby Dick or something” you suddenly got quiet

“Uh okay…” he switched the song as Robert Plant’s voice rang out through his phone speaker

Thomas recalled a moment from years ago right before Damiano was going to introduce you to the band

“Thomas, i’m sure you and (y/n) will get along. You two have a lot of similar interests and I think your personalities would go well together”

This one song led to an entire playlist and you two actually seemed to get along for once. there were no backhanded comments made for the rest of the night and it almost seemed like you could actually work together

you both drifted off to sleep sometime in the early hours in the morning

somewhere in the night, you two had gravitated towards each other and you woke with his arm around your shoulder and your head resting on his chest

giggles coming from the end of your bed you peeled your eyes open to be met with your brother holding his phone with a smirked on his face and the camera pointed at you two

it’s about damn time you two pulled your heads out of your asses and realized you actually liked one another

#maneskin #måneskin #måneskin x reader #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader

[honeybunnybeez]

HELLO! I was wondering if you do like paternal smp? If you do then I have this idea! It’s in the final control room in the first war. You’re erets child, when he pressed the button you realized your father just betrayed you and your friends-SOMETHING LIKE THAT! THANKS :D

"No other way" (ANGST) (PLATONIC)

♡Parent!Eret x Child!reader

♡Summary: You didn't know why your father wanted to keep you away from viewing the secret weapon he claim he had. What was so scary that he felt the need to ask you to leave thrice?

♡Gender Neutral Reader!

"(Y/n), love?"

"Yes?"

"It still isn't too late to turn back now," Eret reminds you once again as you 6 make your way through a narrow hallway where you father claims he's kept the secret weapon.

You let out a groan as you step down another step, frustrated and confused as to why he would ask that question for the 3rd time since you all left for this place.

"I've already told you I wanted to follow. Why ask if I would like to come only to ask if I would like to walk away now?" You didn't mean for it to sound rude, but you wanted to state your point. If a simple 'no, I want to keep going,' isn't clear enough for him he should at least explain why he keeps asking.

"I just, don't want you to get scared of what you'll see, that's all."

His reason didn't seem to sound all that complete and you didn't really like that. Before you could ask him to clarify, Tommy speaks up.

"Scared? After all the shit they've seen? A little weapon isn't going to scare them none, right (y/n)?"

Distracted by Tommy's subtle praise you forget about your question and choose to grin proudly at Tommy's words, "yeah, it isn't!"

Despite how he is, Tommy's always been one to tell you how brave and strong you are and how he knows that you'll grow up to be a complete badass, just like the rest of them. Despite his mean behavior, he's the most supportive of your growth out of everyone.

"Didn't you scream earlier when a bat flew over us?" Fundy adds causing the rest of them to laugh.

"Hey! In my defense those fuckers pop out of nowhere-"

"(Y/n), language. You're only 12," your father reprimands lightly, but you don't miss the smile in his voice.

"(Y/n), swear louder, make it echo!"

"Tommy, don't make (y/n) turn out to be a gremlin child like you," Wilbur scolds playfully.

"Excuse you, I am the perfect role model for them!"

You can't help but laugh and listen on with fondness as you hear them all start to bicker with one another.

You're little resistence group was far from perfect, but they were your best friends, your family. So of course you were hurt when your father kept asking if you wanted to stay back. You wanted to be there with them during every big moment, you didn't want to leave them behind.

"Eret, what is this?" You hear Tubbo ask.

Finally snapping out of your thoughts, you notice a little blackstone room at the end of the long hallway. There were chests sitting in them too, all with signs to show who they belonged too, and you even had your own!

"This is the final control room," your father explains, looking around.

"This is amazing," you say in awe. You look around to see the others having the same kind of reaction too.

You can't help yourself from opening the chest with your name on it. Upon opening it though, there wasn't anything in it. That was odd.

"There's nothing in the chest," Wilbur exclaims before you get the chance to. You turn to look at him and witness as Wilbur's face changes from confused to concern as he looks over at Tommy who checks out the button in the middle of the room.

"What does the button do?"

"Tommy-!"

Something can be heard clicking and opening and before you know it, four armed men appear seemingly out of nowhere to ambush and kill off your friends.

"WAIT, NO-!"

Before you can react and aid them in combat, your father knocks your sword out of your hands with his pickaxe, dragging you into another hidden room with him.

"Fuck, (Y/n)-!" You can hear Tommy's cries end quick as the sound of his body falling onto the floor quickly follows suit.

"You traitor!" You hear Wilbur scream out before he too meets the similar fate his friend has.

You scream for mercy through the blackstone wall, begging them not to hurt your friends but it's too late. You don't hear anymore screams or the sound of swords clashing with one another. It's all just radio silence and it happened far too quick for you to truly process that this is all real.

Something your father steps on opens the hidden blackstone door once again and he steps out of the room with a smirk and a salute.

"Down with the revolution boys!"

You don't how to react, all you can do is stare wide eyed at the four lifeless bodies of your friends slowly fading away from where they lay.

They cheer, the bastards you've been taught to hate cheer and your father is cheering alongside with them. The man who took you in when no one else would, the man you trusted with every fibre of your being, is celebrating with the enemy.

"It was never meant to be."

Hearing your father say that causes all the rage bubbling inside of you to burst and for the first time in a while, you let out an ear piercing scream that echoes through the room.

"HOW COULD YOU!?"

All five men turn to look at you, the bastards still have grins on their faces but your father's face made you feel the sickest. He had the audacity to look at you with such worry, such concern.

"(Y/n)-"

"THEY WERE OUR FRIENDS,FATHER!"

He tries to open his mouth to speak again but you don't give him the chance to, cutting him off before he could even get a letter in.

"AND EVEN IF THEY WEREN'T YOUR FRIENDS, THEY WERE MINE FOR FUCKS SAKE, THEY WERE LIKE FAMILY TO ME! THEY WERE MY FAMILY AND YOU BACKSTABBED THEM!"

You heart starts to ache further and the tears you were trying so hard to hold back fall with no end in sight. You start to wonder if they think you were part of this plan as well and if they hate your guts too. God, you hope that isn't the case, you don't think you could take it if they hated you when you still loved them back.

He tries to come closer, tries to hug you but you use all the strength you can muster to shove him away, and you do a pretty good job at moving him back and shocking him.

"Don't touch me!" You cry out, wiping away the tears that blur your vision. "Don't ever touch me again, you fucking traitor!"

A chuckle can be heard coming from behind your father as you scream at him.

"Well, looks like someone has a tantrum on their hands," the joke Dream gives causes the other three members of his group to laugh and you can't help but grit your teeth and clench your fist as you struggle not to argue back or stab him right through his ugly mask.

"(Y/n), please, listen to me," he pleads, but your head is starting spin from the stress and you're trying to block out any and all sounds in the room. Begging any higher power above that this is just a nightmare. A scary nightmare that you'll soon wake up from with Tommy and Tubbo sleeping close by just as half haphazardly as you are.

"Why?" You whimper out before you can stop yourself. "Why did you do this."

You can't help but take a few steps back as he walks over to you and kneels down to your level. It hurts your father's heart to no end to see you terrified of him, acting like a skittish stray kitten from a village. He starts to doubt his actions for a moment when he sees how frantic you are, but a ringing promise in his head is what reminds him of why he did what he did.

"I did it so we would be safe. So that you could be safe," his voice is barely above a whisper as he says so, like he doesn't want anyone else to hear. Dream gives a quick glance, like he knows something, but he doesn't comment, choosing instead to continue talking the the others.

You shake your head, refusing to accept his bullshit answer, "There could've been another way, you didn't have to do this-!"

He tried to find other ways, he swears, but Dream knew too much and held too much power against him, against everyone. He could take everything away from him, he could take you away from him and he couldn't have that. Sure he now had a target on his head with the resistance, but it's better than having Dream target both him and you. He doesn't tell you all of this though, not yet, it isn't the right time to.

"(Y/n)," your father tries once again to hold you and this time you can't find any power left within you to shove him off again. So you let him hug you, but your arms remain firmly planted to your side, fighting the urge to hug him back for comfort.

"Trust me, there truly was no other way..."

A/N: DID SOMEONE CALL THE ANGST DOCTOR? :D Ah, lord, I had a little too much fun with this but I may have gone out of topic and ooc so I'm very sorry if I did! I've read the parental smp stories before and I adore them to absolute bits so I may have squealed when I got this ask. Thank you anon for the request and I hope you all enjoyed it as well!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

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