#BOY GET THOSE PIERCINGS BACK ASAP!!!!

[cheonstapes]

Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.

I'm going back to sleep.

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD ‘EM FOR YOU” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique 💗

summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.

wc; 1.3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, they’re in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week

miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat

you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over

he’s never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus

when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap

to be honest, you didn’t expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs

he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldn’t go two seconds without latching onto you in some way

he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami

speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples

fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing weren’t making it any less obvious

miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up

you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d still be as smitten for you as he is every second

so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.

you almost felt bad, almost

he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6’9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child

i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. it’s not that bad

he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)

you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand

he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long

he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in

it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer

he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest

oh. yeah, your tits.

now he was hard again

he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits

you weren’t an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too

you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommy’s pretty tits

you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - “why’re you in my bed, hm?”

—————————————————————————————————

miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. “s-sorry, i just missed you. i…i couldn’t sleep, ‘n you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldn’t help myself-“ god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.

he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. “mommy…” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.

his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguel’s tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. “shit...when d’you get them pierced?”

you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. “none of your fuckin’ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.” you didn’t have to tell him twice.

he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. “stop thinkin’, and suck harder. you should even be grateful i’m lettin’ you sleep here, so worship mommy’s tits like you mean it.”

miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. ‘course you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.

“f-fuck, wait, you dickhead.” he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbell’s softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.

his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you weren’t the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.

you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. “m-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.” creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ‘n pooling in his navel.

“t-thank…fuck- thank you, mommy.”

you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. “yeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“goodnight, sleep well p-pretty.”

“…night, miguel.”

yeah, you were falling for him - hard.

- my titties are small but he’d hold them like they weighed the world

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[beomgyw]

SUMBEAM BEACH

you chose take a walk

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

the sun dips low, painting the suburban street in a warm, golden glow as you step out for a laid-back stroll. grabbing your headphones, you decide to head to the beach, the one you always loved, sunbeam beach. it´s a bit of a hike from your place, but that was the charm—it gives you time to saunter. plus, it holds a special spot in your heart, with its towering waves, silky sand, and a treasure trove of memories. it was the spot where you, kai, and yunjin used to hang out after school, back in the day.

as you meander down the sidewalk, taking in the familiar sights of unchanged houses and new spots replacing the old, a sudden whoosh pierces the air, followed by the unmistakable thud of a football hitting the ground just inches away from you. you nearly jump out of your skin.

glancing up, you caugtch sight of the ball rolling to a stop right at your feet. you look around, trying to searche for its owner, figuring that some kids might be missing it.

and that's when you see a familiar face approach, looking like he got stuck with the short end of the stick and now he's on a mission to retrieve the lost ball. "y/n! hey, sorry about that. passionate shot... did we hit you?"

"no harm done. you're playing soccer?"

"yes. just getting some practice in," he says. "where you off to?" he asks. but there's something else in his tone. you found strange that he was trying to make small talk in the first place.

"i'm just talking a walk, i was thinking about strolling down to sunbeam beach."

"oh, sunbeam?" his eyes light up. "could you do me a favour?"

"um, sure."

"i'm trying to contact my friend, he's probably out surfing there, at sunbeam... so caught up in it that he's not answering the phone." he says, seeming annoyed. "if you see him, could you give him a heads up? it’s important."

"yeah, of course." you tell him.

"oh, and keep an eye out . i haven't spotted jintaek around, and that´ not a good sign." he says. you chuckle, thinking he's laying it on thick, but he doesn't crack a smile. you bid taehyun farewell and carry on toward the beach.

no amount of tourist invasion could strip sunbeam beach of its magic. you near the water's edge, catching sight of a lone figure silhouetted against the setting sun, riding the waves with effortless grace. sure enough, it was the boy taehyun had mentioned.

you take a leisurely stroll along the sandy shore, making a mental note to keep an eye out for the surfer once they emerge from the water. but then, amidst the sound of crashing waves, a ringtone cuts through the air. you glance around, finding no one nearby, until your gaze falls upon something peculiar lying in the sand—a towel and an ancient flip-phone, the source of the persistent ringing.

intrigued, you approach the abandoned items, suspecting they were left behind by some forgetful beachgoer, probably on the older side. you scan the area, hoping to spot a lifeguard tower where you could leave the phone for its owner to retrieve later. however, the phone continues to ring incessantly, and you deduce that someone might be trying to locate it. with a shrug, you flip open the phone, revealing a lone contact: taehyun.

you answer the call. "taehyun?"

"who's this?" comes the familiar voice on the other end.

"it's y/n, i'm down at the beach. i think i stumbled upon your surfer, or at least his phone," you explain. "is he like, a septuagenarian or something?"

"he's a mess, that's what he is. just tell yeonjun to meet me asap," taehyun responds urgently. "gotta go now."

"wait… y-yeonjun?" you stammer, but taehyun has already hung up.

next thing you know, a shiver runs down your spine as you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. "hey," a soft voice says from behind. you're reluctant to turn around, but you have to.

"hi," you manage to mutter. he hasn't changed a bit. well, except for those broader shoulders and that more chiseled jawline. but it’s not like that's a downgrade. choi yeonjun; your childhood crush and remarkable heartthrob.

"i am so sorry," you blurt out, practically thrusting the phone toward him. "i thought maybe some older person had forgotten it—like, not that you're outdated or anything for having a flip phone. I mean, it's kinda cool, you know? not letting high-tech companies win the battle. it's, uh, it's hot, actually… in a philosophical way," you stumble over your words, feeling your cheeks flush.

he just gazes at you with an amused smirk, and you're painfully aware of how much you're babbling, but he doesn't seem to mind, maintaining his cool demeanor. "the thing is, i was gonna answer to see if someone was looking for the phone, and then I saw that taehyun was calling you, and i know taehyun so i picked up, and now i'm sounding like a total weirdo, so, um, sorry for intruding on your call. i should probably head out; it's getting late, and i've got work tomorrow… so, yeah, i should– i should go sleep." you say.

"aw, cute girls are always in a hurry," he says with a smirk.

WHAT THE FUCK. your mind reels. you could've had a heart attack right then and there. but in a stroke of genius, you muster up a response. "i can slow down if you want," you tell him, his grin sending you into another dimension. "y-you should probably call taehyun back, though. he said it's important."

he looks like he had other plans for the next minute that didn't involve talking to taehyun, but duty calls, so he dials the number. you fiddle with your fingers as you listen in on his side of the conversation.

"sorry, you know i forget about everything else when i'm surfing," he says. "what do you mean he's not around? come on, it can't be that serious." he scans the area as if he's looking for someone. then, his gaze briefly meeting yours, a flicker of concern crosses his face. "alright, got it. i´ll get out of here."

he hangs up the phone and then looks at you. "i can't explain right now, or you'll get a wrong idea of me," he begins to say. "but we need to get out of here, like, right now."

"um, sure..." you say. you don't even care. this is yeonjun. the yeonjun. talking to you, flirting with you. not knowing who you are...

"mind if I walk you home?" he asks, and you can't help but nod enthusiastically. of course you don't mind. "i'm yeonjun, by the way," he smiles.

you return the smile, feeling a rush of excitement because, yes, he is indeed yeonjun, your yeonjun, and you've always liked him so much. but now you're horrified to realise it's your turn to respond with your name.

he looks at you, anticipation shining bright in his eyes. "and i—" you start to say. "—will tell you my name when you've convinced me you deserve it."

he liked that, you can tel by his smirlk. it´s his kind of game. and you can play it now. and so, the one and only choi yeonjun is now walking you home, fulfilling a childhood dream. this is everything little you had ever wanted. if you had stumbled upon a magic lamp at thirteen, your three wishes would've been to write a book that made more money than harry potter, to see park jintaek's go through some medieval torture, and to have choi yeonjun fall for you.

after some minutes of light banter, you start to wonder if you should tell him who you are. that girl he likely remembers with pity. that stupid little girl who confessed to him with naive hope. what were you even thinking at the time? that he'd suddenly want to date you? that he'd fall head over heels for you? you remember his face, the discomfort evident as he gently turned you down—the only time you ever saw him act awkwardly around a girl.

no, you can't bring yourself to tell him. not yet, at least. on one hand, you want to enjoy this for a bit longer, on the other hand, you don't think you can take the absolute embarrassment.

"say, are you sticking around here for the summer?" he asks, hands casually tucked into his pockets. he is and will always be the coolest boy you've ever seen. "because i happen to be an outstanding tour guide. i'll dish out anecdotes about every nook and cranny you won't find anywhere else."

"oh, no. i used to live here when i was a kid," you reply. "just came for the summer after some time away."

"guess everything that goes must come back," yeonjun says. "looks like you won't be needing a tour guide, then. is there anything else you need? because i'm racking my brain trying to come up with a not-so-lame excuse to see you again after tonight, but I'm drawing a blank."

"hmm, turns out you're not as smooth as you thought," you tease.

"well, you feel like a pretty big deal to me, so i don't wanna mess it up," he admits, flashing a smile.

"highly unlikely you will," you assure him. "so, are you just here for the summer, or are you stuck here permanently?"

"it´s pretty permanent, yeah," he confirms. "i really love this place, couldn't imagine leaving. i work as a lifeguard here, spend most of my time at the beach. that's just the way i like it. and i teach surfing too, if you ever fancy a lesson. i'll give you a masterclass, no charge."

"i'll consider it," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed. "i don't wanna sound like a loser, but i'm a little scared of going too deep into the sea."

"i can help you out," he says, narrowing his eyes playfully, and you can't help but feel your cheeks flush with heat.

but then you reach your house, and he raises an eyebrow, confused. "you live here?" he asks.

"yeah, it's my grandma's spot. my cousin is staying with us too, he—" but then, horror strikes as recognition flashes across his face. you realize your mistake; you'd walked there on autopilot, never considering that he might know the place.

"y/n?" he says, his voice betraying his surprise.

"please don't hate me." you blurt out, nerves gnawing at you.

"no… i'm just… i didn't expect—" he trails off, clearly thrown off guard.

great. you've managed to crack choi yeonjun's cool facade not once, but twice in your lifetime.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner. i was just so embarrassed. please, forget you ever knew me," you plead, feeling the weight of your mistake.

"yeah, you should have said something earlier," he admits, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. until, unexpectedly, he continues, "now I've gotta rethink my whole strategy."

"w-what?" you manage to stammer out.

his warm grin returns, eyebrows relaxing. "think about the surf lessons, alright?"

"s-sure, i… wait, so you're not mad at me for not being upfront?"

"what do you mean, not being upfront?" he replies casually as he starts to walk away. "we just met."

and just like that, he leaves you there, cheeks flushed, absolutely melting.

so, that just happened.

you're gonna have to meditate, or hypnotise yourself to stop thinking about yeonjun and be able to sleep, but you better knock yourself out because tomorrow's your first day of work.

(coming soon...)

#txt fic #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #multichoice #txt angst #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu fic #txt #beomgyu angst #tomorrow x together #txt fluff #beomgyu fluff #txt headcanons #txt smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun #blue crush

[respiteresponse]

dream needs to wear an emo collar choker asap. clawing at the walls thinking about it

my tierlist for scenemo items dream should wear:

F Tier: skinny jeans. HEAR ME OUT. his wide leg mall goth nu metal dragging on the floor catching under the heel of his shoe slay just fits him so well and as much as i would love to see his legs encapsulated by splitting fringing black denim i think his giant jeans are a statement and make him extra moe. he should wear more ripped and black jeans though ! ! !

D Tier: beanies and snapbacks. he already rocks the cat dreanies near daily and with the mask coming into the picture and everything being so joever for us hair appreciators, as sexy as he is with his beanies on and his curls peaking out me personally i just love when his whole ice cream scoop hair is on display ! can be improved with some rainbow cheetah print hair extensions and or a tiara : ) !

C Tier: off the hip belts, preferably studded. this is one of my most favorite and hottest things a person can do with their outfit ESP if theyre scenemo leaning but its not essential to make the scenemo kid style shine through. i can even accept some more normie type stuff like bb simons so long as its styled appropriately ! ! ! a want but not a need.

B Tier: tight fitted tees/band tees. droobs tastefully hidden behind an edgy stretched and distorted logo for pierce the veil or sleeping with sirens most likely purchased at hot topic 10 years ago, snatched waist on display for the whole world to admire and for george to grab WITH the added bonus that short sleeve shirts have a tendency to rise up due to their fit, so we could realistically even expect a glimpse of tummy and or boxers peaking out which only enhances the visuals on display. and his ARMS. preferably covers and curated by bracelets exclusively bought from spencers or gifted by fans if not by an either complimentary or uncomplimentary long sleeve/hoodie underneath.

A tier: eyeliner. a well understood and universally accepted staple in the scenemo community. and really the more the better ! ! a tasteful swipe of black pencil drug store eyeliner on the waterline of dreams bottom lids could only improve upon his looks as a 6'2" boy with glossy doe eyes and pink lips . but then you add to it, upper waterline to match the bottom, expand unto the skin of the eyelids, perhaps even try a wing if were feeling daring ! in an exceptionally crazy occasion we could go full raccoon, black from tail end of his eyebrow down to the start of where the crease of his bottom lid lies. he could eat jeffree stars ex scene queen ass up in about 0.5 nano seconds with that and some fake lashes, but thats just me ! irregardless, something so casual as a little makeup can go a long way in making someone hot 100x hotter 😋

S Tier: facial piercings. the possibilities here are quite literally endless. we start simple with nose, a ring through the nostril is a classic, super simple everyone is doing it, could have one of those and pass for someone who doesnt know jack shit about i set my friends on fire or dot dot curve, but then you go a little lower and things start to get fun. with a lip piercing, you can basically signal to any and everyone that youre an edgy kind of guy, not just anyone will put a needle through one of the most prominent and noticeable features of their face! dolphin bites, snake bites, shark bites, spider bites, literally any animal biting your lips will up your status as a queen of the scene. bonus points for a monroe or a tongue piercing, xxxxxtra hot imo😁 moving back up bridge is also a good option, particularly edgy and tough to find on anyone in day to day life, would give dream some uniqueness as if he was already in any need of that. eyebrow is always a safe option, anti eyebrow, tear drop etc all very very cool. but the most ultimate piercingf for dream in my opinion would be a simple yet head turning cheek piercing. a common factor to be found in most all of my scenemo dream drawings, it simply seems like it makes obvious sense for the guy whos whole branding is smiles to have piercings wear his dimples are ! ! when he smiles, the sun will not only catch on his astoundingly straight white teeth, but also on that of the jelwery adorning where his dimples lie.

GOD TIER:

#ask #anon #thanks for listening

[soompkin]

Normally

I always listen to my parents when they don't let me do something aesthetically like to dye my hair or get piercings, but when they give me the excuses like

"You'll look very masculine" "that's not for girls." Or they favorite "that's for Male/Boys!!"

my brain just goes:

Yep, now I want to do it even more

That's literally my honest reaction.

I just want to do it now, not to piss them off (well maybe) but because I think just masculine things help my Demigirl ass to be more gay

Like:

"Don't cut your hair so much,it takes to much to grow back"

this makes sense to me

"don't even think about having a low taper fade,that is just for boys!!!"

Yeh fuck them,I want it too even though I end looking like Alastor, it doesn't matter, I want it asap just for the plot >:)

"painted hair will ruin your hair"

okay that's really reasonable...

"If you paint it on you will look like those faggots!!!"

Yes, hairdresser? I want your best red velvet dye to my hair please ^^

#idk how to tag this #im just a girl #im just saying #demigirl #pansexual #do it #fuck it #conservatives #free me

[bunnybubae]

(D) Coincidence | JJK

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Drabble/Fluff

Warnings: None 

Summary: Is this what it feels like when you fall in love at first sight?

Word Count: 1,280

Author Note: Hey there, to write this drabble I was inspired by a very similar experience I had several years ago. I hope you like it! 

Ps: As usual, i'm sorry for any grammatical mistake, if you find any, please let me know so I can fix it asap.😊 - Joy 🐰

Coincidence, I'd call it.

If you hadn't wanted a pizza that evening, or, if instead of accompanying your cousin to retrieve it directly at the pizzeria, you had stayed at home, you would never have met that look. Funny to note that a seemingly insignificant change would have been enough to change the course of events from that evening until now. You thought you were going home with just the thought of eating and enjoying a family evening before you left the country to go home.

Dark almond-shaped eyes had taken the place of your most common thoughts from the moment your eyes stared at them for what felt like an hour. Since that evening, one of the most significant moments of your vacation was that exchange of glances. Nothing had happened, nothing at all, yet that look managed to go through your eyes somehow, reaching your mind. The human mind, what a strange thing. We can stare at a painting or a photo for hours and remember only the most important details, then it took just a face, a pair of eyes, that immediately every single detail is dug in the maze of thoughts, as if engraved on the stone.

Years have passed since that evening when, entering the pizzeria, the boy was intent on packing pizzas, when his gaze made its way through his tufts of wavy hair, meeting yours. Then his lips formed a smile, and perhaps that was precisely the moment when it was all decided. Your eyes continued to communicate their own language, until your cousin's voice broke the spell, reminding you where you were and why. Before leaving the place, however, it was your lips that involuntarily returned the smile previously received with an even wider one, as if to leave a silent message.

It's been several years and yet you remember everything about that brief moment, the smell of cheese grilling in the oven, the enveloping warmth of the small place, the sound of plates and cutlery, it is as if everything that happened at that moment had been recorded by all your senses for a future good. And so it was. When years later you returned to visit your family once again, it became sort of tradition that one of the last evenings together, your family gather to eat pizza at will, before you have to leave. Oddly enough, no excuses were needed to convince your cousin to go get them like last time, but better this way, you couldn't easily explain your reasons to her. A strange lump in the throat, however, began to form, years have passed, and what if the boy no longer works there? It's been so long that sometimes you almost thought you imagined it, almost like it was one of those slightly more vivid dreams that remain clear and limpid in your mind, even after you wake up.

When you entered the restaurant, you felt like you had stepped into the past, everything was as you remembered it, the place seemed frozen in time, with only one small exception from that time. Your eyes immediately searched behind the storage counter, looking for the mysterious packing guy, who, however, was not there, someone else was busy packing the ready-made pizzas. When resignation was about to take over your hopeful features, your gaze fell on the cashier, and there he was. He was already looking at you, his eyes as intense as you remembered them and his smile in plain sight, as if to welcome back a coincidence that has always belonged to this place. Coincidence, right, maybe the first time, but now?

A pair of piercings that weren't there before now adorned the ends of his mouth and eyebrow and for the first time you heard him speak. "Hi! Can I take your orders?" God, you even liked the sound of his voice, the sensation it caused to your skin. He asked a very simple question, yet you felt something move in your stomach, and no, it wasn't appetite. Could a coincidence cause so many things together inside you? Perhaps it was appropriate to call it some kind of... connection? Your cousin carefully listed all the pizzas, and then waited for you to add yours yourself. "I'll get a Margherita." Your voice sounded delicate as a slight smile formed on your face. "Extra basil?" He remembers it. He remembered this small detail for all this time. Have you been walking in his mind like him in yours all this time? Perhaps it was just this odd request that stayied in his mind till now, but something swirled in his dark eyes that you couldn't quite decifer. Why it must be so difficult to understand these things. While your face blushed and your expression turned into surprise, you tried to formulate a meaningful sentence, which died behind your lips when your cousin answered a simple 'yes please' for you, she was confused but did not give much weight to it. The guy nodded visibly pleased, tried to hide a victorious smile as, with his face slightly tilted, he wrote down the latest changes to your order on the computer. When he left the counter momentarily, your cousin took the opportunity to ask you what the hell was going through your head. Amused as she teased you for the redness of your face.

When the pizzas were ready and the time to go approached, your cousin took the wallet, rummaging for the necessary money to pay, while you accepted the pile of pizzas the boy was handing you. "Thanks for choosing us." The guy took the money and watched your cousin take half of the pizzas from the pile you were holding, then she yelled her greetings and started walking towards the exit. Your feet seemed to weigh twice as much, almost as if they were glued to the floor, as if waiting for your mouth to say something. Once again your eyes met, they were talking to each other for the umpteenth time. "I hope to see you soon..." His low voice accompanied the movement of his hand, while the guy inserted a sheet of folded paper between the box of two pizzas. There was indeed a glimmer of hope in his eyes as yours filled with unspoken sadness. "I hope so too." You gave him one last smile, working hard to chase away any signs of bitterness from your features.

You went home, ate your pizza in company, but with a more pronounced sense of regret than the previous times, leaving to go home would have been more difficult this time. You loved this place and your loved ones, but whatever yours and his eyes said to each other during these two brief encounters, it was enough to make melancholy a stinging sensation.

When you grabbed that little slip of paper he had given you, you waited to be alone in your room so you could check its contents.

"Everyone is always asking for extra mozzarella in their margherita, you're the first one who asked for extra basil. I've been wondering why all this time. Even though I actually needed an excuse to give you my number, I'm really curious to know."    

-Jungkook

Even if the first time was a coincidence, it is evident that your eyes had already decided to meet again, that they would have waited for that moment. And while the second time it felt like some sort of connection, you knew that sooner or later everything would align again.

This gesture was what you needed to appropriate some of the hope you had glimpsed in his eyes.

Because now that face had a name.

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[not-close-to-straight]

Well you said every thought so here you go :) half of this is talk to text so it’s all over the place:

First of all the summary??? Chefs fucking kiss imagery goes crazy, I feel like I say this every time but I love your writing style, so fucking much.

Fake polite is outright cruel!!!! so much worse than blatant rudeness.

“sometimes crumpled like they’d been scribbled on scrap paper that would other wise be trash and then deposited in Eddie’s locker like his locker was the appropriate place for trash and--“ - CRYING SOBBING MY POOR EDDIE

“don’t look at me Munson focus on the job at hand I hafta get outta here before she wonders where I am.” - this tore my heart out of my chest!!! It’s on the floor crying rn

“For some inexplicable reason-- Eddie’s friend.” OH MY GOD???? IS THIS FRIENDS TO LOVERS???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT A WONDERFUL SURPRISE (idk if you put this in the tags or not bc I didn’t read them 💀 I never do bc raw dogging ao3 fics is the only way to go!!!)

Sure Steve’s lips are glossy from a girl 🤭 this boy wears lip gloss, it’s canon in my mind

Steve knows about the notes???? Cue the angsty thoughts from Eddie sigh

STEVE LEFT HIM A NOTE??? I need more context asap 😭 I’m rolling across my bed rn wtfffff asdffhhjk!!

“His heart would shatter under the weight of being Steve Harrington’s dirty little secret and then there’d be nothing left of him at all.” Lights, cameras, angst 😭 poor Eddie

“At seven fifty five pm” -we love a punctual anxious king 🫶🏽

- oof maybe a little too anxious

“sex was the sort of thing Eddie had been saving for someone who actually wanted him” ahhh stop ✋🏾 this one hits a lil too close to home 😭

“Steve hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet so he’d been short and scrappy instead of tall and muscled and gorgeous-- Steve hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet “ - the way you repeat phases so perfectly??? IDK! It just scratches something in the analytical part of my brain & it feels so good!¡!

Huffy Mother Hen Steve™

Stoooop pls don’t tell me Steve wants a date??? & Eddie thinks this is a hookup??? Crying in the club , also I can’t watch the breakfast club ever again. I just don’t think it’s a movie that’s rewatchable

This being preseason 4 Eddie hurts even more somehow

“I had a whole yawn and stretch and snuggle maneuver planned out for about minute fourteen of the movie” - asdfddrfg pls I can’t take any angst misunderstandings plsss 😭

Steve pls put your shirt back on 😭 I’m scaaaaared

I hate you so much. SO MUCH. I’m going to subconsciously have Eddie’s nipples pierced in every ST fic I read for the rest of my life 🖕🏾ugh that’s another on the list of It’s Canon Bc I Said So. Thanks for that

“No one. Had ever looked at Eddie the way Steve did just then.” Ugh I want to toss him in a room w/ Out gays so he can realize his value 😭 old gays just heal the 14 y/o baby gay in me

“It couldn’t seriously be as simple as asking, right?” Ugh fuck every last one of those locker room boys 😭 poor Eddie

Smut with a kiss??? Uuugh chefs kiss

“Date’s not over” EDDIE!!! LISTEN!!! He said date are you paying attention sir????? Are your listening ears on???

“I owe you one’. Eddie wrote it down and then folded it up nice and tight and creased like the note Steve had left in his locker” stooop 😭 Eddie!!! I’m sobbing

“Maybe tomorrow he wouldn’t want to scream.” You mean like how I’m screaming rn!!!! Ugh my heart

Overall ∞/10 absolutely will be reading again in the near future. I’m definitely not used to giving play by play on my thoughts but this was kinda fun. I’m gonna finish the other 2 tmrw probably & I’m praying to the NCTS gods for a happy ending 🤞🏾🙏🏾💜💜💜💜

This ask is EXCELLENT haha I love this kind of comment!

skipping through these-- the way some of the notes are wadded up like trash and stuck through Eddie's locker as if he's trash/his belongings are trash?? I feel like people didn't pick up on that parallel but honestly it just 100% broke my heart for our boy. Like, god damn. To be treated like a trash can like that? Ugh.

And the repetition of phrases and assorted punctuation-- it was SUPER fun to write in this style. Usually my fics are super long so I don't get to play around with like... emphasis? And sentence structure? Because in a long fic you need it to flow. But a shorter fic like this I got to get a little creative and it was super fun.

EDDIE WITH PIERCED NIPPLES IS BEST EDDIE RIGHT

It's not present in my Rest fic but only because i started Rest before I wrote Dirty Little Secret but I feel like Eddie having pierced nipples is going to be a Real Thing in every thing else I write. We deserve it. He deserves it. It's a treat for everyone involved.

Of course it has a happily ever after, I would literally never hurt Eddie (or any of my characters?) like this without giving them a nice ending lol

I can't wait to hear what you think of the rest of it!

[meru90]

what is cherry so pretty for!!!?! 🍒(🍵🌸)

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[uwuwriting]

Baby's first vaccine

Anon asked: Hello! idk what to call you, sorry for that. Are you open for request? If you open, can I request for suna, kuroo, oikawa or anyone you want other than those three reaction to their babies get a vaccinations. yk how babies need to get their vaccine after they were born right or maybe when they were like a toddler (kind of like 6-14 months I guess. idk) . I wanna know their reactions, whether they will cry, upset or just normal when their babies got a shot. maybe perhaps add their mother in your headcanon reaction too. Hehe thank you!

Characters: timeskip! Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro

authors.note: This is the req I was talking about I just find it so cute aaaa also I need to stop procrastinating and end up writing at 3 am. I need to get my sleeping schedule in check ASAP. Enjoy <3

TW: MENTIONS OF NEEDLES

OIKAWA Tooru, world renowned volleyball player and member of the argentina olympics volleyball team is bawling his eyes out on the pediatrician’s bed while holding your 6 and a half month old daughter. It is your baby’s first vaccine, of course both of you are scared and concerned about your little girl’s reaction but Tooru isn’t handling it well at all. He had begun sniffling even from before heading in, treating the chubby baby in his arms as if these were her final moments. Your little girl wasn’t even acting concerned when the needle pierced her skin, she was completely calm in her father’s arms holding onto his index finger like she always did when he was hugging her. Things changed however, when Tooru -after the shot was over- decided to open the tear ducts and smother his baby in kisses. “Oh how brave my little Princesa!!! She didn't even shed a tear!” And at that the waterworks began. You don’t know if it was her dad’s own tears, an aftershock of the vaccine or just the drama queen gene she got from your husband but now you have two crying children in your car.

SUNA was calm and collected during the appointment. He sat on the bed with his little boy in his lap, fingers tickling his sides in an attempt to distract him from the needle steadily entering his arm and pressing light kisses on his brunette little head whenever his brows furrowed. The nurse conducting the vaccine called him a trophy dad after he successfully kept his son from crying out. All Suna had to say was that his little boy was just built different. Once back in the car he asked you to drive, opting to sit in the back with his son still in his arms, rubbing small circles on the boy’s back more as a soothing mechanism for him rather than the child. “You okay there, Rin?” You saw him place a few kisses on your son’s brow before lulling him to sleep on his chest. “Just a little shaken up is all, nothing to worry about.” At the next stoplight you couldn’t help yourself from taking a pic through the rearview mirror.

KUROO is an interesting case. He is completely calm, daring even to subtly boast about his wife to the doctor who was too busy scribbling down the name of the vaccine to care about your husband’s shenanigans. He holds your daughter gently, letting her play with his tie while the nurse gets everything ready and even starts talking with her despite her only responses being baby gibberish. And you think that everything is going to go smoothly; your baby rarely cries even when she falls on her butt during play time so getting a shot won’t be that bad. You’re wrong. Kuroo blanches when the needle comes into view, jerking his knee in the process. His stress soon is picked up from your little girl who looks up at her father with scrunched up brows reaching out with her little hand to touch his face. He simply kisses her chubby palm before bracing both himself and her for the upcoming vaccine. The moment she begins to cry -and the needle is out of course- he is up bouncing her in his arms and kissing her cheeks saying what a good girl she was for the nice ladies. He manages to calm her down fairly quickly but then needs to take a second to calm himself as well. Almost faints for a moment.

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[kiribaku-queen]

His Hidden Desire [1]

Romance, adventure, drama, angst

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER SERIES! It's been a long time coming but we made it. In the beginning, it's gonna be slow updates because I'm still writing of some WIP that needs to be uploaded ASAP but once those are over with, we will go back to having weekly updates. I also need to get into the groove of writing...

So I'm not particularly proud of this title piece but I paid lots of money for it so I have to use it at least once! Please don't bash the artist in the comments.

Like always I AM SO EXCITED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST! Happy reading my loves!

Summary: Being engaged to a Prince that doesn’t want you was such a classic move, but it was your duty to do so. But that didn’t mean you could be your own personality. You wanted something outside of the palace walls, something that would excite your world, something more. The only solution to that was to… travel with pirates?!

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“I refuse.” Todoroki’s words pierced your heart like an open wound. Although you didn’t show it, your jaw hung open in disbelief. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to hide how disappointed you were in his answer.

“Son, I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” his father’s booming voice was loud and clear. You looked down at the floor in utter embarrassment as Todoroki continues to vent his frustration over his father’s decision.

“Whatever happened to my feelings, what I want?” Todoroki argued.

“It’s for the better of the kingdom. Besides, (y/n) is a pretty girl. You’ve known each other since you were babies, so why can’t she be your wife?” your ears grew hot with more embarrassment, and it was safe to say Todoroki was feeling the same. Totally off guard, Todoroki didn’t know how to respond.

“That’s not the point dad,” he muttered under his breath. His hands were crossed against his chest and he tucked his head inwards to try to hid his face and the blush that was evident on his face.

“Then what is the point?” his father challenged, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I… don’t love her,” he softly spoke. You were standing right next to him and even you were having a hard time hearing him.

“Speak up boy,” his father commanded. Then, with closed eyes and all his might, he yelled.

“I don’t love her and I will never love her!”

Ah, young love. That was 10 years ago. His words hurt like a bitch to say the least. Does he love you now? No. But at least that gave you a wake up call to get over your childish crush on him. Despite his hurtful words on how he never wants to marry you, you still remain the best of friends. Still did everything together, just no romantic feelings. Even though later down the road, this special event was still going to happen, you decided to address it when the time comes.

His parents kept you around the palace to try to force a relationship between you two. You thought it would work and that he would eventually fall for you, but Todoroki was so adamant in falling in love with his own person that heartache wasn’t worth it. Don’t get it wrong, you two were still close as friends, but now that you weren’t trying to win his heart every second of the day, you were able to enjoy your own hobbies.

You fell in love with the art of dance. How they move to the rhythm and watching the pure joy on their face as the danced captivated you. You started to practice with a dance teacher, them teaching you the very basic of basic steps.

“Posture, Lady (y/n),” the teacher lightly wacked you on the back with a stick, causing you to jolt up with your back straight.

“Sorry,” you apologized for your forgetfulness. Did you mention that dance has very strict rules to follow? A little too strict.

While you were busy learning how to dance, Todoroki was busy digging his nose into books upon books. That was evident when he passed the ballroom, unable to look up from the book he was reading.

“Prince Todoroki! Just in time!” your teacher called over to him. You looked up to see his confused face, rolling your eyes when you see that he still hadn’t put his book down.

“You’d be the perfect partner for the Lady,” the teacher insisted, pulling on his arm to come join you. Still not putting his book down, your dance teacher took his book and threw it who knows where.

“Partner for what?” Todoroki asked, eyes never leaving the flying book, mentally taking note of where it flew so that he could pick it up later.

“Dance. Of course,” the instructor gave a knowing smile to you. If you could face palm yourself, you would. You knew exactly what that smile entails. Thankfully, Todoroki hadn’t quite caught on yet. You’d think Mr. Smarts would catch on, but his head was too filled with those too hard to understand words.

Todoroki didn’t look too fond of having his studies be interrupted to dance silly-willy all over the room.

“I don’t see why this is necessary,” he complained, but nevertheless took your hand in his and assumed the correct position.

“It’s practice for when you do the real thing at your wedding,” your dance teacher said.

“Again with this stupid wedding…” he angrily said under his breath. You couldn’t help but look down at the ground again in shame. It’s not like you asked to marry him either. But it couldn’t hurt him to not be so upset about it. Were you that unappealing that he didn’t even want to consider you as a potential wife?

“Can’t you just help me practice, as a friend,” you emphasized, making it known that marriage was not on your mind. Todoroki gave you one look and finally obliged.

Practice was set in motion. You had been dancing by yourself for quite some time, but you had never danced with a partner before. And this session was a complete mess. The look on the dance teachers face showed all. She was mortified, looking like she was about to give up completely. You and Todoroki didn’t have chemistry at all. Both of you were looking straight at the ground due to both of you stepping on each other’s toes, making none of you look gracious and lovely.

“Ow, that’s my toe!” you shrieked in pain.

“You’re supposed to follow my lead!” Todoroki argued back.

“You’re not even following the right steps!” you pushed him a little to get him back on track, but that caused both of you to mess up even more.

“It’s not my fault you can’t follow instructions,” Todoroki teased.

“Oh yeah? Well at least I’m not a naturally bad dancer,” you teased back. Your friendly banter turned into something a little more flirtatious. More stepping on toes just to bug each other and insults were being thrown every which way to get on your nerves. Little did you know, your dance teacher had already given up for the day and was long gone. But you still were dancing your way around the ballroom.

Dancing wasn’t the only thing you found joy in. You found even more joy escaping the palace walls and blending in with the people around you. But it was only at night when you decided to be a little adventurous.

Being kept within the walls was so restrictive. You felt like you couldn’t find your true self because you were always pretending to be the perfect bride for the prince. Even if you showed any of your true colors, you were disciplined into hiding those away to show the most perfect princess-to-be. It wasn’t until one night when you were roaming the sides of the castle did you find a secret passage way that led you right to the busy streets of the town. Luckily for you, there were no guards posted in that area so you were able to sneak in and out as much as you pleased without getting caught.

You spent many night exploring the cheerful and lively neighborhood. It was so different compared to the dull and uptight upbringing you had in the palace. Everyone was friendly towards you, they welcomed you into their traditions. You were able to discover hot snacks and foods that you thought you’d never try, you bought clothes that were colorful and fun, not neutral or boring. You even bough small antics back from. For memories sake.

“What’s that?” Todoroki asked, stopping in his tracks when he was passing your room and saw you with unusual looking toy that he’s never seen before. You were too mesmerized with the toy in front of you that you didn’t have enough time to hide it away.

“Oh…” you stopped to pause and think of a quick excuse. Only, you were bad at lying.

“Nothing?” you even questioned yourself. You didn’t know how to lie but you didn’t anyway. Way to look suspicious.

“That doesn’t look like something we’d get from the toymaker,” the prince pointed out.

“It’s not,” you say, now hurrying to put it away.

“So, where did you get it?” he came closer to you, getting close to your face as if to intimidate you into telling him your secret information. But you were quick to lock it away safe and away from nosy people like the boy in front of you.

“Looks like that’s my little secret,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him and strutting away like a boss princess-to-be you are.

Now it’s been a handful of years since you started your living a double life in and outside the palace. The average day consisted of you playing the perfect princess while your night life is where you brought out your true desires and dreams. But your days of sneaking out at night were about to come to an end. You and Prince Todoroki are now adults. Which means… marriage was right around the corner. And the Prince still had no intention of marrying you. At least, from what you could tell.

Aside from studying his days away and physically and mentally dodging the topic of marriage, Todoroki also took up the hobby of mastering sword fighting in order to become a sufficient King. And you could vouch for him, after spying on his practices, that he was becoming a fine swordsman.

Todoroki was taking up fencing, another style of combat fighting to have a more diverse fighting style. Who knows? Maybe it would come in handy someday. The swords were clashing and Todoroki’s head was already filled with frustration. His mind was in the gutter that entire morning that he just can’t seem to fully focus on what he was doing.

“Again!” Todoroki demanded, quickly taking form to strike his opponent back. But his partner was quick on their feet today, never giving the Prince a chance to breath.

“What’s wrong Princey? Can’t keep up with me?” his opponent teased. And usually, Todoroki wouldn’t mind the trash talking. Hell, it only brought more fire to the flame. But this time, it was irking him real bad. But the more annoyed and in his head he was, the more he was messing up. He was about to call it a day until he saw a glimpse of you. Now normally, he would look at you and look away, thinking nothing of it. But in that moment, he didn’t know. Something about how you looked that day was… something different.

You were sitting on a thick tree branch that just so happened to be aligned with their practice window. A pencil and paper were in your hands, a twisted and frustrated expression contorted on your face as you were practicing on how to draw. And your drawing looked horrid. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong, but it certainly wasn’t right and you didn’t know how to fix it. But the look of concentration, how the orange rays of sunlight were perfectly hitting your face and how the loose strands of hair fell down the sides of your face stunned the Prince. And the first thought that came to his mind was wow. Have you always looked like that? Why did you look so pretty? It was such a perfect picture that his breath got taken away.

That moment of distraction made Todoroki lose his practice match. His opponent saw the distracted look on his face and took no time in poking him in the chest, earning him yet another winning point.

“Gotcha,” the opponent taunted the Prince but you know what? Todoroki didn’t care about his match anymore. All previous defeats and annoyances went to the back of his mind, probably never to come up again.

“Good game,” Todoroki dismissed himself.

“That’s it? Come on, one more game!” his partner tried to keep him there but Todoroki was already trotting away towards you.

“(y/n)!” he greeted you at the window. Now looking at you up close, his mind wasn’t playing tricks. You looked so different from how he remembered you as a kid. You looked older, your features had matured. He saw you everyday but how come he never noticed how much of a woman you’ve become. Was he seeing you as a woman now?

“Oh, Shouto,” you were surprised to hear his voice coming from the window.

“What are you doing?” he asks. You showed him your failed drawing of a bird with a defeated look on your face.

“Doodling,” you simply respond.

“In a tree?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Inspiration,” you shrugged.

“Looks like your place of inspiration isn’t translating on the page,” he laughed, taking a closer look at your drawing. Your proportions are all over the place. The head was too big for it’s body, it didn’t have wings yet and there wasn’t a single good line. Abstract art if you will.

“No? But it’s so pretty up here. And you can see the village from here,” you pointed out, looking out into the distance were lights were starting to shine as the sky became darker and darker.

“But it’s safer inside,” Todoroki said, sticking his hand out to help you down. You stared at his hand, tucked your paper and pencil under your arm, and carefully stepped down onto the window ledge while using the other branches to hold your balance. When your balance became stable, you jumped down onto the palace floors and brushed off any debris off you. Todoroki was still there, holding his hand out and in no time, you were already next to him without his help.

“Thanks!” you turned to him, cheerfully and went on your way, disregarding the look of pure amazement and intrigue on his face.

It was in that moment where Prince Todoroki started looking in your direction a little more than usual. He caught himself stealing glances at you during meals, would always look for you to see where you were, caught himself daydreaming about you as you were always in his mind. All because he saw you out that damn window. There’s no way…

He thought it was a one day infatuation. He thought his thoughts of you would disappear as fast as they came, but he didn’t know how to get you out of his head.

It was a rather late night. Todoroki didn’t know what he was doing up so late. By this time, he would have already been fast asleep but a certain someone kept him from dream land. So he roamed the castle until his eyes became heavy enough for him to go back to bed. But an unusual sight became of him. You were still awake. And it didn’t look like you were going to bed anytime soon, judging by what you were wearing.

He saw you creeping down the long hallways with a black cloak on, its hood covering most of your face. Sensing how secretive you were being, he hid behind the wall and only glanced out when he saw you were far enough so you couldn’t sense him. He kept following you down each and every hallway until you got to a dead end. The only think left was… an open window. No way. He rushed to the window and leaned out. Sure enough, you were still making your way to whatever you were doing. But if he didn’t catch up now, he was sure going to lose you. Not taking any chances, he jumped out the window, just as you had done and chased after you, still putting some distance between you two. He saw you glancing from each side of you and you suddenly disappeared through a secret passageway. Were there no guards around? Where were you going? And does he follow you? Curiosity got the best of him and he warily passed through the tunnel only to find himself in the midst of shining lights, loud music, chatter everywhere. He made it outside the palace walls and into the village.

Todoroki’s jaw was dropped and the stunning image in front of him. The sight he sucked in was new and overwhelming. Thank god he was still in his pajamas so he sort of blended in with everybody else. The new environment almost made him forget why he was even here in the first place: he had to go find you. Shit. Because he got distracted, you had completely vanished from his sight.

“Sorry I’m late!” you huffed and puffed, entering the backstage of the performance area where all the other performers were already dressed and ready to go. The leader of the dance was making their way to you in haste.

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked, not happy with how you showed up. “We were about to perform without you!”

“I know, I know! I had problems with my skirt,” you said with an apologetic look. “But I’m here and I’m ready to go!” you said determined.

“Well you better be because we are up next! Let’s go ladies!” your dance leader shouted and all the girls who were performing next were in line. You were the last in line, making sure your skirt, your mask and everything was in place. You didn’t want to get scolded later for not having the proper uniform on. And cue the music, it was show time.

Todoroki stopped to look around this huge crowd that was formed. In front were tables that surrounded the invisible, circle-like stage and everyone else who couldn’t find a seat was standing behind those tables. After a quick glance, Todoroki could tell that those people seated were probably important. Who cares about them though? He was here to find you and there was a good possibility that you were here within the crowd. All he had to do was find you.

Music suddenly started to play from the band next to the circle and from out behind the curtain, several dancers came out to perform. Had he not noticed your unique way of movement, he would have never imagined you dancing in front of a large crowd and especially with these provocative moves. It was hard to pinpoint who you were from all the other girls because of their similar outfits: red, silky skirts with bells handing around the waist with a matching top and a red, silky mask that covered your face except your eyes. You had a way of moving that made you so recognizable to him. And when he watched your further, your unique eyes that made you stand out from everybody else captured his attention and he was left mesmerized.

You were seductive and confident in your movements, swaying your kips and moving like he’s never seen you move before. Sure, you’ve mastered how to dance with a partner and dance on your own, but that was formal dancing. This? Now this was on a whole new level of dance. He could watch you move elegantly across the stage all day if he wanted to.

This. This was the life you wanted. You wanted to be able to move freely to the music playing. You wanted to not worry about anything or have to live up to anyone’s standards. You were able to be yourself here. You weren’t meant to be stuck inside a palace. Here, you were able to escape all your worries, all your fears and just live.

You followed the routing to a T, swaying and moving your body the way it was meant to be moved. You knew you were a crowd favorite. You knew many eyes were on you and that’s why they always put you in the front. This was part of the routine where you separated from the group to do your own thing and pose for the end of the song. You always loved this part because you got creative freedom to do whatever you pleased without a say from anyone.

You spun and spun, letting your red skirt flare out to create a captivating imagine of a flower. By the end of the routine, you had purposely sat on one of the tables, seducing whoever the customer was at the table. But you came face to face with a gorgeous stranger, his crimson eyes drawing you in, actually making you freeze and forget where you were. Your eyes went from trying to seduce and captive the crowd to being seduced and captivated by this stranger instead. It could be the same for this stranger because his eyes seemed to tell all too. He was laid back in his chair, feeling nonchalant about the performance. But when he made eye contact with you, he sat up in his seat, leaning forward on the table to get closer to you.

You knew he was getting closer but for some reason, you didn’t want to back away. You stayed in your ending pose, breathing heavily from the performance while completely spellbound. You couldn’t look away from his eyes no matter how hard you tried.

Whistle. Whistle. Whistle.

The blow of several whistles rang throughout the crowd, finally snapping you out of the trance. You looked back to see a look of panic on everyone’s faces. Soon, a man pushed everyone out the way and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Pirates!” he shouted. An uproar began and everyone started running in all sorts of directions. Pushing and shoving, everyone was trying to fend for themselves. You, being one of them. You immediately cursed under your breath and leapt off the table to run and grab your things. You were about to run away but you decided to look back at that stranger one last time and he was sitting in the same place, gazing in your direction as if no one was panicking around him. His friends looked panicked though, trying to get his attention and forcing him to get up so they could leave too.

Todoroki didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was that he had to find you fast. He yelled your name and tried making his way to you, but the sea of people made it too hard for him to reach you and eventually, he had lost any sight of you.

You got lost in the crowd, running wherever your feet decided to take you. You managed to grab your belongings despite how rough everyone was being and how little time you had to actually grab it. You grabbed your change of clothes, it being commoner’s clothing, and you changed as you went. You turned a corner, you took your top off and quickly replaced it with your shirt. Same goes with the mask, randomly discarding it somewhere within the village, as well as your pants. It was a shame to throw your outfit away hastily like that, but you couldn’t afford to get caught. Plus, you could always make a new one. Entertainment, like the performance you just put on, was illegal. Whether the cops were looking for pirates or not, if you got caught, there was no going back to the palace without revealing your true identity. And you’d rather keep that for as long as you can.

You heard the cops getting closer, the sound of the whistle was making your heart start to race. There’s no way you were going to get caught now. Panic in full rise, you looked at your surroundings to find some sort of hiding place. You were by the coast and the only decent hiding place was this abandoned ship docked right in front of you. Taking no chances, you climbed aboard the ship, going as deep and as low as you could in hopes you don’t get caught. Once you settled for a good hiding spot in a room in the lower deck, you finally relaxed and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Once as the guards pass, you’d get off as soon as possible and head home. This was too much for one night. You glanced out the small window and saw the guards split ways, making you relieve a sigh of relief. About time. Time to go home.

You stood up and all of a sudden, you felt movement. You held your hands out as if to try to balance yourself. Had you just imagined that or were you going crazy? Another big movement and you fell to the floor this time.

What is happening? Your eyes made it to the window and the deck was suddenly getting further and further away. Panic ensuing in your again, you ran to the window and sure enough, the ship that you had snuck onto was indeed moving.

Shit, you were on the pirate’s ship.

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Phone Call Anxiety

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When wanting to make quality merch, one needs a quality team there to produce and work on quality ideas. Great minds think alike. Great eyes see alike and great hands make alike - the three keys to the formula of creating a clothing line that will be fashionable and up to his brand. Luckily, Corpse knows just who to call.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, I absolutely loved the idea! Sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be turned into a fic for so long, but I still hope you come across it and give it a read in which case I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

He’s not a fan of phone calls. Anyone who knows him even remotely is very well informed on Corpse’s distaste for phone calls and upholding a conversation over the phone. He’d even go as far as to say talking to a person face to face is less stressful for him than that previous option.

But still, seeing as how the person he’s trying to reach lives in a different state and is rather busy all the time, arranging an IRL meeting is basically impossible at the moment, and sending her a text results in running the risk of having the text overlooked or completely lost in the sea of notifications she probably gets on the daily.

Therefore, a phone call was his only proper way of reaching her. And it’s what’s got him pacing the room with his nervousness peaking.  He doesn’t know anything about this girl, nothing concrete at least. He was referred to her by Jack who brought her up in their passing conversation when Corpse mentioned how paranoid he was regarding his upcoming merch project. He specifically stated he doesn’t want anything basic and he wants the clothes to be fashionable, suitable for anyone no matter the age or gender and to be endurable. With all the love he has for his fans, he doesn’t want to give them anything less than what they deserve - the best.

“My friend’s the person you’re looking for.“ Jack said enthusiastically and confidently, “She helped me design the latest merch line I put out and I’ve never been more satisfied with my own merch. I’m planning on offering her a position in Cloak for her birthday. Make sure not to let that one slip out if you give her a call though.“ He warned half-jokingly. 

Bottom line, with that kind of intro, Corpse couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued. And so, he asked for this girl - Y/N’s contact info from Jack before he went to surf through her social media where she thankfully posted plenty of pictures of her creations, never failing to mention specifications in the caption of each picture so the viewers would get the perfect and most detailed idea of how high the standard for her work is.

And so he’s finally managed to talk himself into dialing her number that’s been sitting in his phone for weeks now. As he paces his living room, his nerves chewing him out like a dog would with a toy, listening to the ear piercing ring of the dial waiting to get picked up by the girl he’s trying to reach. 

Just then, Corpse’s head turns so that his eyes meet the glowing red numbers on his digital clock on his desk and he damn near hangs up the call right away - it’s half an hour past midnight. Fast as lightning, he removes the phone from his ear, his thumb flying over to press the red ‘end call’ button. Just then, a faint ‘hello’ reaches his ears, coming from the phone’s speaker. She’s answered the call.

He hurries to put the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey, sorry for taking so long to pick up, I ought to clean my desk eventually cause my phone was literally BURIED under a pile of papers.“ A cheerful sing-song voice rattles his stale and sleep deprived consciousness, as if awakening him from a half-dream state. “You’re either a wrong number caller or a last minute client, aren’t you? Need something done urgently?“

Corpse is taken the hell aback by her strong and downright awing first impression. Not to mention her energy at an hour unsuitable for calls. Lord knows he wouldn’t have picked up if her were in her spot. With the intention of not wasting any more of her time than necessary, he hurries to explain his situation. “Y/N, right? Um no, I’m neither actually. I was told about you by a friend, he said you were a real miracle-doer with fashion design.” He trails off for a second, not completely sure of how to hold this conversation, “Uh, sorry for the odd timed call, I lost track of time. I’ve been meaning to call you for hours now but I...I was nervous.” He cringes the second the word leaves his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t know why he wants to leave her with a great, better than realistic impression of himself but he does and as of now he deems his attempts as ultimate failures.

He hears her giggle from her end, rifling through what sounds to be papers, “Yeah, I’m her. And boy is it refreshing to get someone who’s calling with an actual purpose.” She sighs as if a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders, “And don’t worry about the phone call anxiety. Makes two of us, to be honest.”

This catches him off-guard. The last thing he’d expect is for this girl to have phone call anxiety. In fact, she appears to be a natural, God-given talent at carrying conversations and upholding chit-chat with people. Maybe he’s a little too quick to judge - probably, considering he’s ‘known’ her for less than five minutes and knows nothing but her occupation, her name and the state she lives in - but that bubbly persona she greeted him with gave off the impression that it’s immune to any and all kinds of social anxiety - or anxiety in general. To hear such an honest and counter-to-assumptions confession on her part rattles him a tiny bit. In a good way though.

“How does that work for you? Isn’t your whole job depending on your phone conversational skills?“ He doesn’t mind that he didn’t phrase that too perfectly or that he straight up blurted it out. He knows he’ll be understood. She’s obviously a person who understands. Not just something specific, but everything. She simply understands. How he drew this conclusion and how accurate it is, he may not know until further notice.

“Well...“ she sighs as if genuinely looking to give him a proper answer, “You see, after doing it for so long and having been caught off guard quite a few times with some absolutely absurd orders, I’ve grown prepared of literally ANYTHING and I have a line prepared for anything the caller has to say. I just no longer let them catch me off guard and it’s fine. Helps avoid any possible awkward silences.“

Corpse’s eyebrows shoot up, her explanation only raising more questions rather than providing answers. But he’s not gonna be the annoying dumbass asking those questions at close to 1AM and bugging her. After all, if she agrees to this partnership, they’ll be hearing and potentially seeing a lot more of each other soon. “Impressive, honestly. You’re gonna need to teach me sometime.“ He’s unaware he’s smiling until he catches his reflection in the window. However, he doesn’t bother hiding it. This conversation is actually making him feel good, serving as a reminder that he’s not the only one who periodically goes through turmoil over small things. 

She giggles again, this time the sound manages to draw a blush out of him, coating his cheeks, “I’d typically stray for revealing my secrets to professional success, but I’m willing to make an exception for you...” she pauses for a second as though she’s just now remembered something, “Oh shoot, I don’t even know your name.”

He wheezes out a nervous laugh, realizing he never introduced him, “Oh yeah, sorry, that’s my bad. My name’s Corpse, nice to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you too, Corpse.“ Y/N replies, sounding pleased but teasing simultaneously, “Now tell me, you didn’t call me about my phone call secrets, did you? What may be the real purpose of your call?“

Oh shoot, he himself almost forgot what he was calling for. Luckily, the reference designs displayed on his computer screen remind him. “Right, well, I’ve been thinking of launching a new merch line either this month or the next, depending on how long the procedure will take, and I needed someone great on my team to make some merch actually worth the money people are paying for it. And, as I said, I was told you were in that ‘someone great’ category.”

“Told by who, if you don’t mind me asking?“ She briefly cuts him off, her voice now giving away the fact that she’s half-absent-minded in this conversation, added evidence be the ruffling of more papers on her end.

“Jack. I mean, Sean. You know, Jacksepticeye.“ Corpse explains, contemplating whether he should’ve ratted Jack out like that. Hearing the sound of delight Y/N lets out eases his worries ASAP though.

“Oh Gosh, I haven’t seen that cutie in so long! He’s like a brother to me so a friend of Jack’s is a friend of min-“ this time she cuts herself off so abruptly Corpse thought the line was cut or she hung up on him. She doesn’t let him wonder for long though, “Wait, wait, wait....Merch? And you’re friends with Jack?“ She pauses for a second once again, once again not a long enough second for Corpse to speak up. “You’re a famous YouTuber, aren’t you?“

He was completely unaware of the fact Y/N hadn’t realized he was someone famous yet. In fact, he didn’t think of it because he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to her considering she’s friends with Jack-fucking-septiceye! In his mind, his ranking is far lower than Jack’s - despite that mindset being absurd - so the last thing he expected was for her to have some sort of impressed reaction to have been talking to him on the phone this whole time. Hell, she doesn’t even know his full YouTube name or what kind of content he produces.

“WAIT!“ She shouts urgently, startling him a tiny bit, “You’re Corpse Husband, aren’t you? Oh my God, yes you are, how didn’t I put it together sooner? Ah crap, I really need more coffee for this.“

“No! No, you need more sleep.“ Corpse hurries to correct her but is very clearly ignored or overlapped with the many sounds that are coming from her end, “What are you doing?“

“You’re getting the first rough sketch of a design by tomorrow morning.“ She says, taking a sip of whatever beverage she’s acquired for the purpose of keeping her awake, “You go ahead and get some sleep, I know exactly what I’m doing. Don’t worry about it.“

“I’m not worried about the design.“ He hurries to say before she, God forbid, hangs up on him, “It’s 1AM, woman, you need sleep! I don’t need those designs done by tomorrow. Hell, I don’t even need them this week!“

“You don’t, but I do.“ Y/N says, sounding almost breathless because of what seems to be overwhelming excitement, “You don’t get it - I’m designing merch for Corpse fucking Husband! You have any idea how crazy that is?“

“I personally would say it’s underwhelming. I mean, I’m no Pewdiepie, after all.“ He says, now sat at his desk with his free hand rubbing his temple as he stares at the designs he’s pulled up on his screen, ones he probably won’t need given that he’s now working with a professional.

“Oh, shut it.“ She chuckles, “Shut it and get some sleep, ok? I’ll talk to you in the morning.“

“Noooo...“ He leisurely stretches the word, “Tell me, Y/N, do you have Discord?” She clicks her tongue instantly, giving him a signal that the question he’s asked is bordering into the territory of ridiculous. He playfully rolls his eyes, “Alright then, lemme find you. If we’re partnering up on this, we’re both staying up.”

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t fully trust me with this? Like, I won’t be offended, I get it.“ She murmurs in-thought, the sound of clicking evident on her end. 

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t want me bothering you and want me to leave you alone?“ He mimics her statement, smirking to himself as he pulls up Discord, knowing he’s already won.

She huffs and tells him her Discord info, quickly adding a small comment, “...but only because great minds think alike. I know we’ll be getting along on this design pretty nicely.”

“Yeah, yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.“ He laughs, “Accept my friend request and let’s drop this phone call.“

“Hey! - um, before we do that, I just wanna say a quick thank you.“ Y/N murmurs quietly, as if half-hoping he doesn’t hear her.

“For what?“ Corpse asks, his brows furrowing, unsure if they’re on the same page about this gratitude.

“For never once triggering my phone call anxiety.“ She admits, “I mean, I know I said I have lines prepared for every conversation scenario possible, but you totally caught me off-guard.“ She giggles a tiny bit, now sounding dangerously close to nervous, “But, not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Sorry if it doesn’t, I need more coffee.“

“No, no, it does!“ He hurries to reassure her, “It really does. And thank you too. Thank you for, you know, tolerating my BS at this hour. God knows I would’ve ignored your call if our roles were reversed.“

He hears her scoff and can’t help but laugh, “Huh ok, I see.“ She says, sounding greatly triggered and mock-pissed at his confession, “I’ll make sure to think of that next time you call me after midnight. Or at all, ever.“

Laughing his butt off, the only thing Corpse can think of in this moment is:

Damn, this girl and I are gonna get along

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Husband!Leona x Housewife!Reader: Birthday surprise

As you have your birthday today, Leona has a plan to prepare a party for his one and only beloved wife; however, uncle Ruggie and your babies almost burn the house down to ashes when you're out...

Happy birthday @jessamine-rose !♡ Now suffer-

Warning(s): None, just a review on Leona's chaotic father experiment trying to babysit his neko babies.

Note: This work is the continuation of a personal au I wrote for @jessamine-rose s/o and Leona have 3 adorable kittens (babies) in this au; The elder two are twins , a girl named Kaede and a son named Haruki while the baby gremlin is a sweet but chaotic cinnamon roll girl named Lucy (Lulu).

At last, it's here: The big day. Not only Leona seems have been expecting this day to arrive for months, or perhaps, he's been waiting ever since you had your previous birthday last year.

Not that you thought previous birthday celebrations with them lacked anything specific or was incomplete in a recognizable way; but it didn't change the fact that you didn't seem to have enjoyed them either.

Leona is the prince of the afterglow Savannah, after all. As her wife your birthday was nothing less than a national holdiday and he always tented to prepare royal celebrations ever since you married him.

But for some reason, that formal and majestic aura seemed to bother you in a way; perhaps because you preferred to be actually spending time with Leona and your family instead of having to stay in the same spot for hours with your back straightened as you greet thousands of strangers and the rest of the royal family.

Not that you ever spoke of how uncomfortabe and annoying all of those birthday ceremonies were, but you almost let out a relived sigh when Leona tells he isn't going to put out another of those extravagant celebrations.

The night before your birthday, Leona comes to you and mentions hoe it's been a while since the last time you had some time for your own, and he's right: From the day you gave birth to lulu you've been awfully busy with housework and caressing your babies; not that your life could be any sweeter than it is now but you had to admit- You somehow missed the old days when you had more time to spend on your own...

Leona recommends you take a day off, as a birthday treat! You're free to go shopping, take a short vacation to the beach or simply go to your favorite cafe and enjoy your favorite drinks and beverages in peace, meanwhile Leona would take care of the house and kittens so you can have today for your own and all~

Of course you accept his offer, you give him a small kiss on cheek and thank him, the two of you head to your bedroom and you are given the opportunity to sleep on Leona's warm chest for the rest of the night.

Thus you leave the house the next morning after, and now it's time for Leona's secret plan. He's already prepared anything, your favorite flowers, your favorite desserts and food, a very expensive perfume you had liked before, color-matching costumes for both him and the kittens, tiny cute accessories to decorate the house with and at last, tens of gifts from different things he sure knows that you'll love.

Ruggie is charge of cooking, so he gets to preparing muffins and cupcakes while Leona takes care of decorations: Designing the entire house with flower petals, baloons and colorful ribbons would've taken him hours if he were to do that by hand, but using his extraordinary magic skills, the whole house is perfectly decorated and prepared in a second *Chef's kiss.*

Just as Leona is about to let out a proud smirk and return to kitchen to see how Ruggie is doing with he cooking, he hears a sound. He turns his head to find no one but baby Lulu, chewing the decorations.

He runs to her and takes the ribbons out of her mouth, opening her mouth a second time and carefully look through it to see if she's eaten any of them or not. Oh God, he promised that he'd take care of everything when you're out, he just can't let you return home and find out that your baby has swallowed paper, what will you even think of him? Irresponsible partner? Unworthy father? No, he must make sure that baby lulu would be all same and sound until you return home.

He hugs Lulu and puts her on a corner with several baloons to play with, far from anything dangerous she could chew but then baby Lulu discovers a new hobby: popping balloons.

Her tiny fangs have just popped out and her gums often hurt, so she just wants to get her fangies on anything she could chew or bite and wow, this baby is not only totally unaffected by the loud sound of balloons popping right into her face but also finds it quite amusing. Baby begins to laugh loudly and chase after more balloons to chew as she has discovered a new hobby, and before Leona could've stopped her, she pops 5 more balloons with just one bite-

Leona picks her up immediately because if Lulu continued to chew balloons like this nothing of them would be left until you get home-

- But all of a sudden, he smells something rotten, followed by a trail of smoke coming from kitchen. He immediately puts Lulu down and runs back to the kitchen to see what in the great seven's name is happening there-

Leona jumps into the kitchen- just to find Kaede and Haruki screaming and crying as Ruggie's trying to take the black-rotten cupcakes out of the oven. Leona asks what the hell has happened and Ruggie explains he was too busy separating the twins because they couldn't stop arguing whether their mama would like caramel syrup as the topping or sprinkles, so Ruggie totally forgets about the overcooked muffins and cupcakes in the middle of their arguments.

Leona tells him to pull himself and start over- But Ruggie aruges that he won't be able to concentrate on both babysitting and cooking if that's how it's going to be. Leona growls and tell Ruggie to stop being such a wacky hyena and just get back to work without messing up again- And Ruggie explodes.

He starts shouting, Ruggie legit starts shouting in a rare, angry tune which terrified everyone even Leona. He roars that he won't be doing shit until Leona actually pays him for once, and the two start arguing. Just as the chaos is burning the kitchen down, Lulu decides uncle Ruggie's leg looks quite delicious to bite, and in a matter of second Ruggie is screaming as the baby lion's fangs literally pierced into his flesh.

The whole house is filled with smoke, Lulu has taken the entire decorations down and Leona's trying to seprate baby Lulu's fangs from Ruggie's leg. Twins are terrified, so the silently sneak out of the kitchen to call the right person to come for help...

It's past 10 pm when you're done with your day off. You've been giggling over how a day off was just what you needed after a long time, you had told Leona to call if anything went wrong, and thankfully, you didn't receive any calls from him while you were out. Leona really seems to have toughed it out as a father, huh?

You knock at the door, waiting for someone to open it. After a 3 minute delay you take a small look through the house and realize the lights are off. You just get in using your keys and suddenly, a loud "SURPRISE!" makes you jump back and the lights are back on, revealing Farena, Cheka, your kittens and very, very very tired-looking Leona and Ruggie standing in front of you. Leona gives you a weak smile as your confused gaze meets him, at last, they managed to clean the mess up before you got home.

Twins welcome you with a warm hug as they lock their tiny arms around your waist, digging their faces into soft fabrics of your clothes as if they hadn't met you in days, and of course, 12 hours of chaos without mama at home is enough to make them want to never be left alone in the house with uncle Ruggie and dad again-

Ruggie is trying his best not to be rude but he quickly approaches you, wishes you a very happy birthday and excuses himself saying he really needs to be home by this hour. You question the bandages wrapped around his leg, asking if he's alright? Ruggie just- Gulps nervously before turning his head back and stare at Leona who is holding Lulu... Ruggie nods quickly and leaves your house asap, poor boy... maybe you should call him sometime later and asking if he's doing fine?

Back to the party, Farena chuckles as he tells you how his younger brother has been DESPERATELY making plans for his beloved wife's birthday for nearly two months-! Farena explains that Leona even refused to accept Farena's help when he was firstly coming up with the plans, but Leona insisted that he wanted to manage everything on his own.

Aaaaaw Leona's face is a must-see now, his ears dropped down in mild embarrassment and frustration, feeling like a silly child in front of you. Damn- If it was on him he wouldn't have asked for Farena's help once in a thousand years even if if Ruggie and him had ended up burning the entire house; but he must admit, he's glad that twins asked for his help because- It would've been impossible to manange to do all the work on time without his help.

Aaah at least your birthday party didn't turn out to be a horrible mess, but at what cost? Great seven, he was supposed to be your one and only man tonight but right now he's nothing but a fuzzy cat wanting to pass put on his bed.

Yet he still manages to keep his eyes open, at least until you're done with the birthday party and Farena and Cheka are finally out; leaving him alone with you. Gosh, he looks so- you can't even find tje right adjective to describe this but all you can say for now is that you've never seen him this tired before.

You gently take Lulu, who has already fallen asleep in his arms and take her to her bed, asking Leona if babysitting her was difficult by any means. Leona tiredly shakes his head in a no, saying how much of a wonderful girl she was when you were away, and you can tell how much of an awful liar he is.

When the kids are asleep, you come to sit next to a lifeless Leona on couch, damn, just what happened to this household when you weren't around?

Leona's too tired to explain, he just sighs and apologizes for your birthday not being even *close to the best it could be, just to meet your laughter.

Oh lord, he is being quite desperate at the moment ha? Leona was always the dominative and demanding one, to have him serve ypu on your birthday... Oh dear, isn't that already the best birthday gift possible?

You excitedly start to tell him how this birthday was just the best you could've ever asked for: Freedom, A golden time to be spent for your own desires and not anyone else, and aside all of these, you return home just to face a secret party waiting for you!

But most importantly: He had gone through all of these... for you, to make you happy.

You tightly hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his face closer to yours. Aaaa he looks so cute like this, just like a tired pouty can wanting you to spoil him and to be honest, he's going to need you spoil him for a week at least for him to recovers from that 12 hours of chaos.

It's been a long day, for both you and him. So he just kisses your forehead and bridal carries you to your bedroom afterwards; wrapping his strong arms and thighs around you and jailing you in his embrace. You gasp at the warmth, truth be told having your face burried in Leona's firm chest like this was something you never got used to even after being married to him for years. Damn lion knew how to leave a flushed mess out of you, huh? You chuckle as you struggle to release yourself but hell, the jerk simply pretends that he's already fallen asleep.

Just as Leona's arms are jailing you into his embrace he wonders, today probably didn't turn out to be as good as he'd planmed but well... at least you're happy. That's what he wanted when he whet out of his way planning for today, after all. But he can tell the experiment made him come to appreciate you even more, thinking that you've been caressing all three of your babies for years all on your own while Leona wouldn't have even made it for half a day if Farena hadn't saved him...

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Ranboo(Lethe)  gets a back massage from Nikki(Nemesis).

Nikki was very used to helping people when they needed it, regardless of whether or not they asked for her help or not. The smiles that lit up their face made the toil worth it, no matter how small or fleeting that smile was. She loved the feeling of love. Soft, warm, fluffy like the soft curves of her famous loaves of sweet bread. .But love was fleeting. Change was imminent. Soon, her soft, warm bread went from something akin to a gift to the people to something the people expected of her. The love she so desperately seeked drained from the place. She felt lonely in the crowd, a source of love that seemed to be infinite to the people who so desperately craved it. Soon, her love ran dry. She wasted away, feeling less and less whole every day. She lashed out, hurt people she didn’t want to hurt, made people cry when all she wanted was to make people’s tears run dry. All she ever wanted was love, full, mutual, trusting love. But there was none where she searched. All of her ventures left her beaten and broken, forcing her to return to the land where bombs and bows were the norm, not the exception. Where swords were drawn over the slightest encroaching of anyone’s boundaries. Where blood moistened the ground more than pure, fresh water. She was tired of it.

So she left.

She cast aside her name during the bloodshed she was forced to cause, forced to enable, in order to end the never ending cycle that the people followed. She cast aside the memories, the thoughts of love and warmth and cookies, for the sake of the iron tang of blood and victory, the feeling of accomplishment and rush she felt when she rode into battle. She cast aside her old baker’s apron for one that she washed nightly to rid it of the tears and blood of her enemies.

She rose again from the ashes of the baker’s oven, wings of fire and fury glowing like hot coals rebirthed sprouting from her back. In her ex-friend’s eyes, she was a monster. She was terrifying, something too wild to tame and too strong and smart to fool. But, to her allies, she was a powerful creature, a person so strong, she could fell an entire army with a single sword and a burning, all consuming rage.

That didn’t mean she didn’t remember her past, though.

She sat on the windowsill of the stronghold they had been calling their home, wind whistling by her ear as she stared at the twinkling, shimmering stars. Her teammates had built in above and below ground, making sure that the area was fully protected from any attacks made by the enemy groups of the government. Her gossamer cape flowed behind her, sunset-orange and beautiful against the dark clothes she wore to blend in with the environment, at least a little. She adjusted her glasses to look closer at a certain cluster, before penning down a general shape in a small notebook beside her. The wind played with her hair and the pages of the notebook, making her clutch the pages tightly as particularly strong breezes racked the area. Her bleached hair fluttered slightly into her face, making her shift her face to the side a little. She huffed in slight annoyance at the disruption in her work, but continued to map out a general shape of the stars. Nibbling at the end of the quill, she dipped its tip into a well of blood red ink, careful not to get any on the stones. No need to make Techno lose any sleep. Nikki heard the sound of claws scraping against the hewn stone bricks, tensing up instinctually. The footsteps stopped almost immediately, giving her good reason to think of a few specific people up at such an ungodly time.

“Hmm, is that Ranboo or Techno up at this time? I don’t think any other hybrids would be up so late- er, so early.” She patted the side of the area not covered by her parchment and work. “Take a seat, dear. Star-gazing can help take your mind off of things.” A enderspeak-warbled voice echoed behind her. “I would, but...my muscles hurt a lot, and...I guess it kept me up?” Ah, Ranboo. He didn’t seem like much to most people, but the Syndicate saw his worth the second the man teleported in and out of one of the most respected facilities and grabbed Dream’s mask from the top of the pedestal, all without tripping off a single trap. (Granted, he forgot why he needed it in the first place, and tried to keep it for himself due to his confusion with the object once he came back. They still counted it as a win.) Even then, Ranboo was not a threat, no matter how hard he tried.

Nikki sighed, soft voice hinting a slight smile. “Oh? Muscles are hurting? Now that’s a first.” She turned around, looking into the shadows to look for the slightest bit of off-white. A shift in the left side of her eyes made her focus on the spot, trying to see the enderman through the inky blackness without making him startle. Ranboo immediately backtracked. “D-don’t worry about me, though. It’s not your problem- I’m so sorry for intruding on your peace, I’ll just see myself out.” He backed away, slowly losing his shape in the shadows. “Wait, Lethe.”

Ranboo went stock still in the depths of the darkness. “I can give you a massage. I used to do that for people back in L’manberg! Besides, I needed to stop focusing on those silly clumps for a tiny bit, anyways.” She swung her legs onto the floor, scuffing her shoes on the cold, icy ground. She winced at the change in temperature, already wishing for the semi-warm winds of the nearby desert again, but she ignored the nagging wish in favor of flicking the nearest lever to her person. The lights flickered on, casting the whole hallway in a burst of warm, soft lighting, Even though the lights were relatively dim, both Nikki and Ranboo winced, shielding their eyes from the piercing white flash.

“Ow.”

Once the ivory light dimmed to a soft, gentle color, Nikki gently grabbed the enderman’s arm, careful not to grab at his fragile claws. The bi-colored hybrid yelped, eyes still trying to focus on the shape in front of him. “H-hey!”

Nikki didn’t even glance back at the stumbling man. “I found Phil’s grooming area a while ago. I think we can use that to massage your muscles in some nice positions, okay? I won’t slam you into a wall, trust me.”

From the way Ranboo’s slitted pupils flicked to the side, he wasn’t too sure, but he followed along anyways. Nikki stifled a giggle at the semi-nervous look on the obviously taller person. What does he have to be afraid of? It’s just her. She steered the two of them into a large, softly-styled room.

Dimming the lights as to make it more comfortable for the enderman hybrid, she tugged her ally onto the cushioned platform in the middle. She glanced around, scanning for items she could use to relax his muscles. Dozens of tools lay scattered all over the soft, padded floor. She walked slowly over to one specific pile, feet bouncing slightly off of the bouncy fabric on the floor as she did so. `Kneeling down carefully, as to not aggravate her own sore muscles, she picked up a few tools she deemed were useful to her endeavor.

From across the room, Ranboo’s tail swished nervously from side to side, almost afraid of the shadows of her figure dancing in the light of the redstone-powered lamps. “A-are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?” Small warbles of fear laced his voice. Nikki sighed patiently. “Yes, it’s fine.” She returned to his side, guiding him onto his back. The enderman hybrid vwooped quietly, eyes flitting back and forth on the objects he could still see. “You’re sure we can do this. Like, really, really sure?” She didn’t even reply to that one, rolling her eyes from behind him.

That was one thing she never could understand about the boy. He could literally kill anyone he wanted with his claws, tear muscle and flesh apart like it was nothing. He could claw and bite and scratch until all around him were bloody and broken from his onslaught. He could simply screech, and nobody would be able to stand long enough to get in his way.

Yet he didn’t.

Ironically, and almost eerily like her, he loved to make people happy. He stumbled over himself to keep others safe and satisfied, even injuring himself badly to create a new axe for techno when his went missing. He loved his people, even when they failed to love him back. He kept on giving and giving, just like her. Yet he persevered in it. She almost wanted to ask him how he did it. She could, if she wanted to. He was right there, in front of her. If she could only open her mouth to ask.. No. She turned her head away slightly. “Nikki?” She turned back to see him glancing back at her, heterochromatic eyes slitting with worry. “Is something wrong? I can get up, if you want me to. I’m so sorry for bother-”

“No!..I mean, no, don’t leave. It’s okay, I just had...a flashback, of sorts.” Ranboo nodded, head movements limited by his positioning on the cushion. She moved closer, tools lying on the side of the table beside the cushion. A part of her wanted to ask where they came from. Did she do that? Prime if she knew. She was too tired to think about it, too tired to notice that she didn’t place it there herself. Nikki slowly started rubbing the backs of her hands against the tense muscles on the enderman’s shoulders, moving in small circles as she did so. As she put more and more pressure on the taut muscles, they began to relax under her careful eye. The effort it took to make just the tops of his shoulders relax was monumental for the smaller warrior, but the sighs of relief from Ranboo made it all worthwhile to her. She smiled slightly, empathetic side of her soaking in a similar amount of happiness. Her arms moved downwards of their own accord. She let her muscle memory do the talking, allowing her mind to wander away. In a haze of softened focus and the sweet, sweet scent of chorus fruit wafting in the air, she bathed in the calmness and the warmth of the situation.

It was almost pleasant to feel the boy’s muscles give way underneath her. Almost, being the key word. The slight amounts of pressure she had to keep on Ranboo at all times to keep him from teleporting away was the only thing keeping her grounded. All the same, she enjoyed his company. He never really spoke much outside of small, casual conversations, leading to comfortable stretches of silence between them. Personally, Nikki loved it. If she could, she’d love to have the team lounge about together. She knew it would be the most quality time she would ever get with a group of people who respect her for more than her baked goods. Nevertheless, she knew it was nigh impossible. When one side of the team was awake, the other was asleep. When all of them were around, they would all be in separate rooms. When they were all in the same place, they always had to go out to get new supplies, or fight off another horde of fools. Nikki longed to have more time with them, but… thus was their life. She-they chose it. She wouldn’t trade it for the world, even though there were a great many downsides to- “Ah- Nihikki!”

Nikki snapped back into focus, worry coloring her words. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” His tail curled around her arm, wagging slightly. Wait, wagging? She pushed gently at the spot that elicited the reaction, getting a similar squeak and a giggle. Oh. Nikki processed the information for a moment more, before snapping back to attention again. “Ranboo, are you, by any chance, ticklish?” Ranboo’s whole body froze, even his tail. “U-Uhhh….Would you believe me if I said no?” She tutted slightly. “Hmm, no, I don’t think so.” She moved her hands lower, delighting in the fact that the enderman had to bite his lip in order to keep all of the giggles in. His ears and tail flicked slightly, broadcasting how much he actually enjoyed it, even though he tried to protest every time she slowed down her testing for even a moment. “Why are you hiding you little giggles? I just want you to be happy, little enderboo!” At the nickname, the poor boy melted, small little warped giggles escaping. She stopped massaging in favor of lightly scratching all over his back, giggling softly herself when she felt his tail wiggle slightly because of the change. “Coochie coo, cutie pie! Giggle for me, dearie!” Ranboo couldn’t hold it in anymore. His giggles increased in volume and in pitch as she scratched at his lower back, tail unwinding and wagging from side to side in mirth. “Ehihihi! Nihihikkihihi!”

She cooed softly at him, enjoying his flustered whimpering and high-pitched giggles that starkly contrasted the low, deep voice her ally normally had. She found it even more endearing that, even though she couldn’t see the whole of his face, she knew that he was flushed a deep plum all over his cheeks and ears. “What’s the matter, Ranboo? Are you okay? You look a little...plum, if I may!” Ranboo groaned through his laughter. “Nihihikki! Nohoho puhuhuns…” “Oh, no Punz, you say? Of course there’s no Punz! You think that greedy pink piggy would want to come out to see us at this time of night?” At that, Ranboo’s squirming increased, forcing Nikki to pin him down further into the cushion with one of her hands. “You know, if you keep struggling like this, I may have to bring out the heavy-duty tools.” Ranboo shuddered violently, blush deepening at her words. “Unless, of course, you can keep your arms up for me~” She rolled him over, careful not to tense up the relaxed muscles by moving him around violently

. As his deep purple blush was revealed to the cooing baker, Ranboo’s hands twitched, having to fight the urge to simply curl up into a little duochromatic ball and avoid all contact from the other in a bid to keep his last shreds of dignity intact. But Nikki’s command, albeit concealed by soft, loving almond eyes and a sugar-sweet tone, was final, and he knew it. He chose to turn his head to the side instead, ears twitching madly in equal parts embarrassment and joy. Nikki took a step back from the cushion, looking down at her feet to avoid the enderman’s swishing tail. Watching to make sure her little victim didn’t escape while her back was turned, she picked up a small set of preening tools, all intended for other purposes. She would have to make do; after all, most people didn’t have a set of perfect grooming tools for the soft, almost silky fur of an enderman hybrid such as Ranboo.

Especially not him himself. No, that altruistic enderman refused to take care of himself. He refused to take dust baths or lava baths, saying that it was ‘too much to ask’ of them to give him some sand or a fire resistance potion (and some privacy). He refused to use Phil’s preening brushes, insisting that ‘enderman fur don’t get as gunked up as wing feathers’. Yeah, right. Even as she moved back towards the trembling, whimpering hybrid, she knew that brushing his fur would be a real challenge. The only way she was going to get the whole of his back and sides, along with his legs and tail, would be with his full cooperation. And boy, even though he could be a real pushover, he somehow always ended up refusing help at the very last minute, She sighed, resigning herself to a very, very long night.

Haha I just speedran this fic feeling good :3

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!ranboo #ler!nikki #My writing #downywrites #i am trying to get through my inbox :3 #tickle fic #sfw tickling

[teamhappyme]

to care for you

rafael barba x female!reader

referenced cases from S17E04 and S17E16

word count: 4k

a/n: this is my first fic that I’m letting the world see and I’m... terrified. i hope whoever reads this gets some joy out of it. shoutout to @qvid-pro-qvo and @hurricanejjareau , y’all got me roped into loving the SVU boys, and this would not have been created if I hadn’t found your blogs. big inspiration over here. alright, here we go friends.

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“Well you’re going, right?” 

“I haven’t decided.” “Haven’t decided? It’s Liv and Noah, Barba. A christening for the cutest little boy and the most deserving mother. They’ve been through hell this year, they deserve our support. Besides, you’re a devout Catholic, you should be all in for this.”

“First of all, he’s getting christened in a Unitarian church. Second, I wouldn’t exactly use the term devout. The last time I went to church was with you and Carisi after that trafficking case last year.” He said while grabbing another slice of pizza. In your three years since joining the SVU this was the first time you saw Rafael Barba eat a slice of pizza. 

“Careful. You might get some grease on that thousand dollar suit, Counselor.” He glared at you before taking a bite. “If you’re worried about the priest smelling your absence out, Carisi and I have enough devotion to pass on to you.”

“I don’t want any of Carisi’s Catholic guilt.” “You need me to take your confession?” You asked with a smirk. 

There weren’t many people that could get away with pushing Barba’s buttons without getting chewed out by the ADA in his next breath. And when you first started out with the squad, there were many occasions where you and Barba had some heated arguments.

Getting transferred to SVU was an overwhelming experience. You were thrown into the understaffed department right along with Carisi, so the two of you had to step up pretty quick for the unit. There was no adjustment period, trust wasn’t built, it was forced upon the squad. It took about two months for you to really trust the other detectives, but once you did, the unit got into a groove. Cases were being solved left and right and you started to understand the routine of the SVU. 

Until you had to testify. It was six months in, and it was your first testimony with the unit. It was also the first rape case you worked with minor victims. There were four fifteen year old girls accusing their history teacher of rape, two of which disclosed to you. 

You prepped with Barba for an hour the night before, making sure you knew the case inside and out. You felt confident in your answers, and were ready to take the stand. Until the following morning. On your walk down to the courtroom with him, you rushed into the ladies room to vomit up your coffee and your anxiety. Public speaking was never one of your strong suits, and Barba had cautioned you to be prepared for Buchanon’s toxic cross examination.

As you washed your hands and cleared your face, Rafael stayed outside the door, even deterring a woman from coming in. Once you exited, he was waiting at the side, pulling a granola bar and stick of gum out of his blazer pocket. You took the food, as he gave you a nod and waited for your okay to continue the walk down to the courtroom. A slight nod of your own and weak smile got his feet moving again. 

That trial was the first olive branch extended between you and Rafael. He wasn’t one to offer warm greetings, and since you were often glued to Carisi’s hip, it was hard for him to separate you from the enthusiastic detective. There were passive aggressive comments relayed back and forth while trying to indict a perp, and long nights spent deliberating probable cause at the round table. But it wasn’t until you accompanied Liv to One Hogan Place, in a particularly bad mood when you sassed the ADA back after he made a comment about your witnesses being incredibly unreliable, not having time for the shenanigans. 

After that moment, Rafael knew that he could trust you. The passive aggressive comments yielded, but the sass continued. The repertoire the two of you were slowly building drew quite the audience, Carisi and Rollins almost always feeding the fire with more topics to discuss. 

About a year into your tenure here, you started to check in on Barba. The first time you stopped by was originally a business call. Liv needed a warrant asap, already staking out the apartment of a suspect. You rushed over to the courthouse, trying to find any ADA’s secretary when you saw Barba still in his office at midnight. According to Carmen, he rarely went home before 9:00. After that night, you made it a habit to check in on him at least once a week. The DA’s office was a cutthroat environment, and Barba’s office was an even lonelier place. 

Thursday nights were penciled in for your unofficial drop ins, almost through the week but still burning the midnight oil. You would show up around 10:00 with pizza for you, and sushi for his expensive taste every time, knowing neither one of you had time to eat dinner yet. Most of the time, the two of you would work on your respective cases, sometimes sharing notes if the work overlapped. But if it was a slow week, sometimes the two of you would just, talk. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who understood the demanding nature of the job. Your family in particular couldn’t understand why you loved this career so much, but your squad could. It was reassuring to have their support.

“Alright, enough with the holier than thou attitude, Detective. I actually wanted to talk to you about the case.” Sitting up a little straighter in your chair, you wiped your hands on a napkin as he pulled out a manila folder. “I’ve been encouraged by the D.A. to drop the charges against Bobby D’Amico and Noel Panko.”

“What?” “And I have a motions hearing scheduled for Friday morning to dismiss the charges.”

After everything the squad had done for this case, what you saw Amanda put herself through. It was all for nothing.

“Barba, you can’t be serious. We have three victims, two willing to testify. We have footage of them attempting to rape Rollins for crying out loud.”

“Kristi Cryer has changed her story too many times. She was raped, then it was consensual, it was Panko, it was Panko and D’Amico. A jury will never believe her story.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “The jury won’t believe her or you won’t?”

“Hey, you know this isn’t about what I think. This isn’t a case we can win. We have to look at the optics.”

“The optics,” you muttered as you stood up from your seat. “Multiple women were raped by two well-known men in New York society, and the D.A. doesn’t want to make any enemies, right?” 

“You’re taking this worse than Liv did.” You scoffed. “Am I? Good. Because for the rest of their lives, those girls will have to live with the fact that their rapists are still out there. Not to mention their reputations will be ruined. People are going to call them liars, and whores. Their lives are never going to be the same. All because you won’t stand up to the D.A. and do what’s right?” 

Rafael stood up now, his loosened tie swinging from the sudden movement. “If this goes to trial, it will not go our way.”

“What about when you went after DCFS? You went after Musio, Grayson, Sheridan,”

“That was different,” “Why because it was Liv?”

“Because the department was a mess, and there were months worth of evidence of neglect and backdating reports. You were there, and if I remember correctly you were fighting alongside Liv to get me to prosecute.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, not willing to accept that this case was over. “These girls deserve justice, Barba. You were there when Panko went off at Dodds, he knows he’s done.”

“I want these guys just as bad as you do, Y/n. But we do not have the evidence. It’s a he said she said case, with one other accusation from a year ago without a rape kit. Not to mention Rollins went undercover without notifying a superior, tainting the whole investigation. We will make a fool out of ourselves and lose this case in court.”

“And it’s all about winning for the D.A.’s office, isn’t it. Can’t do anything out of the kindness of your hearts, can you?” You knew you crossed the line as you saw Rafael’s shoulder’s drop the slightest bit, his jaw clenched in place. 

“Maybe if you passed the Bar instead of failing three times you could understand why we can’t pursue this. We can’t bring a case to trial based on our emotions. This isn’t your tissue loaded desks, this is a courthouse.” 

You broke the tense eye contact you were holding after his statement. Insulting your academic failures and empathetic tendencies in one foul swoop. That was a low blow, even for the counselor.

Rafael knew his words pierced you. He pushed his chair back and let out a breath, getting ready to back track. But you beat him to the punch. 

“You know, my capability of empathizing with victims is the reason why you’ve put so many rapists away. If they had to speak to you, there would be no cases for you to even prosecute.”

This wasn’t a normal spout between the two of you. Things rarely got personal, and if they did, they were never this spiteful. 

“Then I guess there’s a reason I’m prosecuting in front of the judge and jury and you’re dealing with the victims.”

You scoffed at his final statement. You knew he was cocky, but you didn’t think he would use your insecurities or shortcomings against you. Especially not the fact that you failed the Bar Exam three times, which was only disclosed to him once Carisi opened his big mouth.

Covering your head with your beanie, you made your way to the door before either one of you could do more damage. You fought the urge to apologize, knowing you would need space before you could think of a response.

“Have a good night, Counselor.”

****

“Oh my goodness, Benjamin! Look at that tower you made with Maura! Did you show Luke?” “No. Mama saw it!” You smiled at the two year old through the phone, his own grin lighting up the room even over facetime. “Benjamin, is mama there? Y/n/n wants to talk to her for a minute.”

“I can bring you to her!” Maura took the phone out of the toddler’s hands, but you quickly protested so you could say goodbye to your godson. “Bye Benny, I love you buddy.” He blew you a kiss and you caught it as your little cousin brought you across the room. 

“Auntie Leah! Y/n/n wants to talk to you.” She handed the phone over while settling in next to her aunt. You saw your older cousin’s calming face, and couldn’t help the tears in your eyes.

“I haven’t even said anything and you're already crying,” You let out a laugh and took a sip of water. “Sorry. It’s been a long day.” 

“Y/n, are you at the precinct? It’s 8:00 your time on thanksgiving, what are you doing there?”

“There was some work I needed to get done. If I can’t be with you guys, I can at least get a head start so I can come home for Christmas.” The squadroom was empty now, but it had only been filled by the desk sergeant and a couple uni’s until five. You’d been here since noon, not succeeding in spending the holiday alone in your apartment. “Besides, I’ve been able to ignore all of my mother’s phone calls with the ‘I’m working’ excuse. Has she called you guys yet?”

“Just mom once. You know she doesn’t mean it to hurt you, she just wishes you could spend time with family for the holidays.” “I know.”

Your family meant the world to you, and having missed the last two years of holidays was hard on you. Sure, you saw them eventually, but Christmas and Thanksgiving weren’t the same alone.

“Since I’ve already started Christmas shopping, is there anything Benjamin needs or wants from his godmother?” “He has requested, and I quote, ‘y/n/n’s nummy cookies’.” The smile that spread across your face was so big it almost hurt. That baby boy was probably your favorite person on the planet, besides your own nieces and nephews. “Alright well hopefully he can help Y/n/n make those nummy cookies in a few weeks. If not, I’ll send a box out, along with an amazing present.”

“What about me?” Maura asked, and you just shook your head. “Hey, I’m not made out of money here girlfriend.” She laughed at that.

“Have you at least eaten anything today?” Leah asked, trying to steer the conversation into a more meaningful direction. She could read you so easily. “Yes, I have. I’m not going to be here much longer, so I’ll grab something for dinner on my way home.”

“Y/n/n,” The eight year old interrupted again, and you couldn’t help the smile that etched across your face as you rolled your eyes at the silly nickname. 

“Yes, Maura.” 

“There’s a fancy man walking towards you.” 

You turned your head and saw Barba walking through the squadroom. “I gotta go, Leah.” 

“Is everything okay?”

He pulled over Carisi’s chair, raising a brow to make sure it was okay. You nodded.

“It’s okay. Just a colleague. I’ll talk to you later.” “Okay. We love you and miss you.” Tears pooled in your eyes again as Maura hopped on. “Love you Y/n/n!” A tear fell from your eye as you let out a laugh. “Love you too guys. Bye.”

You ended the call, quickly wiping your eyes now that you had an audience. It was only last night that you had your rather animated argument, and neither of you had reached out. Being stubborn was one of many traits the two of you shared.

“Can I help you, counselor?” 

He held up a brown bag with a receipt stapled to the fold. “It’s thursday night. It’s usually you making trips to the office, but I figured I could take the field trip tonight.” 

He opened up the bag, pulling out cartons of Chinese food. Your hand immediately reached for the fortune cookies, ripping the plastic wrapper off. 

There was a lingering tension in the air, unresolved conflict, and hurt feelings, but it still felt okay. Mainly because the two of you knew you were both to blame. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked while grabbing the carton of lo mein. “I called Carisi. He said you were supposed to be in Minneapolis for the holiday, but got wrapped up in the case. Said he offered his family to you, but after hearing the commotion over the phone, I understand why you declined.”

“I didn’t decline because of their raucous personalities. I just wanted to get some work done.” 

He digressed, retreating into his carton of fried rice. “What about you? Why aren’t you eating pie and decorating for Christmas with your lovely mother?”

“She volunteered this year. Since Abuelita died, she hasn’t been a big fan of holidays.” You nodded, knowing how hard it was for Rafael to grieve his abuelita last year. 

“How has she been doing?”

He shrugged. “She has good days and bad days. She blames herself most of the time, but she has her school, and her kids to keep her upright.” “And you.” His eyes met yours for a brief second, the corners of his mouth turning up the slightest. He always wanted to do more for his family. 

“Was that who you were on the phone with? Your family from Minneapolis?” 

“Yeah. I was supposed to go out there for thanksgiving, but when we caught Kristi’s case, I cancelled. I thought,” You stopped, knowing any mention of the case would bring up last night’s conversation.  

“We were going to trial.” He finished the sentence and you nodded.

If everything had gone according to plan, Panko and D’Amico would’ve been indicted this week and the trial would’ve begun the following week. You’d already started prepping Kristi with Rollins, making sure she knew her story backwards and forwards. But it was all for nothing it seems.

“Y/n, what I said last night,” You shook your head. “We both said things we didn’t mean. I started it, and was completely out of line.” 

“You weren’t. You were fighting for Kristi, and your case. I just, I didn’t want to hear it.” He ran a hand through his hair, not perfectly quaffed like usual. “I shouldn’t have brought up the Bar. It was low, extremely low, and you didn’t deserve it. You and Carisi could take me out in court in a day. And if you ever tell him that, I’ll deny it until I die.” You laughed while taking an egg roll, crossing your finger over your heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You let the apology sink in for a minute before starting your own. “I know you would’ve brought this to trial if we had enough evidence. I know that you care about the victims just as much as we do. I’m sorry that I said you didn’t.”

Poking around the container, he let out a scoff. “You weren’t that far off. I’m the D.A.’s puppet, letting him decide which cases I prosecute or not. We don’t have a lot of room for an emotional influence. I know how cold I can be with vics and witnesses.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t care.” 

“Tell that to Kristi Cryer. She posted a vlog today, ripped me a new one for not believing her. Called the D.A.’s office, and I quote, ‘a bunch of spineless jellyfish.’ She’s not wrong. I mean,” He let out a humorless laugh. “I went to law school so I could help people. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself the last twenty years. But in reality, I’ve been climbing the bureaucratic totem pole, pushing myself further and further away from that kid in the Bronx.”

“You don’t seriously believe what Cryer said do you?” He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. You sighed, placing the carton on your desk, leaning over to rest your hand on his arm. “You are the Assistant District Attorney for the Sex Crimes division. People do not last here if they don’t care about the victims. I’ve seen you in court, in testimony prep, hell even in interrogation. You care about every single person that needs our help. Does it suck that the law is not the most accommodating to rapists and pedophiles? Yeah, it’s really shitty. But you didn’t write the law books, as much as you like to believe you did.” A smile crept onto his face. “You care about your mom, your abuelita, everyone that helped you in the Bronx. I know you care about us, even Carisi, although you’d never admit it. You are not a spineless jellyfish, no matter how fun it is to say.”

“You really believe that?” He still couldn’t meet your eyes. It always amazed you how easily the most put together people could fall victim to their insecurities. 

“Rafael, I would not be spending every Thursday night for the past two years with you if I didn’t believe that you were one of the most kind-hearted people I’ve ever met. I care about you.”

His green eyes finally met yours as he moved to gently hold your hand that was previously resting on his forearm. He gave it a soft squeeze as you smiled, trying to ignore the butterflies that started blooming in your stomach. The same butterflies that rested there every time your hands brushed when you were walking down the hallway, or when his hand rested at the small of your back to escort you into the courtroom. And after tonight, and the way he was looking back at you, you knew he felt them too.

You spent the next ten minutes finishing off the takeout, sitting in a comfortable silence, not needing to fill the moment with anything else. The two of you kept sneaking glances at one another, breaking out into a sheepish grin if you were caught. 

Once you were done eating, Rafael cleaned up the food as you got all your belongings together for the long weekend. It wasn’t until that moment you realized he wasn’t wearing an expensive suit; he had on a navy blue quarter zip, black jeans, and some loafers. A smile crept up on your face knowing that you got to see him in casual clothes.

“Ready?” He asked as you slipped on your gloves and pushed your chair in behind you. “Ready.” 

You lived close enough to the precinct that it was only a ten minute walk. Rafael lived in the other direction, but still insisted on walking you back to your apartment. An Uber could pick him up from there, he said, because that man would not be caught dead walking across the city in his loafers.

He called for a ride as you approached your block, not wanting him to wait in the cold too long. As you approached the brick walk up, you started to fidget with the keys resting in your pocket. 

“Thank you for dinner. And a double thank you for not making me eat your sushi.” He smiled. “You’re welcome. Thank you for being such good company.”

“Anytime.” A sharp gust of wind hit you, causing you to duck your head into your coat for a few seconds. When you looked back up, Rafael’s cheeks were rosy red and wind burnt, and absolutely adorable. “I’ll see you next week for a warrant, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure. Make sure to get me a coffee on the way, listening to you list the legal reasons why you need the warrant always makes me sleepy.” 

You smiled.“Deal. Goodnight, Raf.”

“‘Night, Y/n.” 

Despite the farewell statements, neither one of you moved. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from his warm eyes, and it wasn’t until you felt his fingers brush against yours that you moved closer. 

His eyes flickered to your lips for a second, before looking back at you. You took another step towards him, waiting for him to close the gap between you. When he did, all you could feel was the warmth of his lips on yours, and the cold tip of his nose resting against your cheek. 

It was short, the two of you pulling away after a few seconds. But one smile from you had him leaning back in, resting a hand on your cheek as he kissed you again. It was slow and careful, but full of adoration. You couldn’t help but smile into him, bringing your hand up to rest against his own. After a few more seconds, his own smile made it impossible to stay connected. 

This time when you pulled away, you rubbed your thumb across his red, wind burnt cheek, not even trying to suppress the stupid smile on your face. And you were happy to see him grinning the same way.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” He said, shifting his head just enough to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. Neither one of you is willing to ruin this moment with any talks about what this means. “Okay. Get home safe.” “I will.”

One more look at his rosy red cheeks, and you let out a laugh before you let yourself pull away.

“What?” He asked, completely dumbfounded by his affect on you. You shook your head in response. “Nothing.”

He returned your laughter before lightly kissing your lips one last time. You could get used to this. 

“Goodnight, counselor.” You said once you pulled away, lightly shoving him toward the ride that just pulled up. 

“Goodnight, detective.”

****

#rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fic #rafael barba #law and order: svu #law and order svu #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x female! reader #rafael barba x female!reader #jules writes shit ??

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 46!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sprinklestheditty @sententiously-sarcastic

Content warning! Mentions of death and suicide

Shredder was fighting with everything he had to free himself. He thrashed around, spinning as much as the tight containment would allow. If anything, he looked like a housecat in a carrier on its way to the vet. The families from both worlds gathered around the containment, much to Shredder’s furious frustration as he tried to slash himself free, but the containment held firm.

“Release me at once!” He snarled, pressing his muzzle to the clear door that didn't quite look to be glass; it had a more pinkish tint, like everything else in this place did.

Mikey and Raph looked at each other, and then looked at Shredder. “NAW!”

“April!” Leo ran to O’neil’s side as she finally removed her disguise, then looked beside her with a more confused look when he saw Casey. “Casey? How are you here— how are you breathing?”

O’neil opened her mouth to show what looked like gum on her tongue. “The other Donnie made these.”

All eyes fell wide on Donatello.

“What? I had a few hours while Leo was coming up with a plan.” Donnie shrugged, “They’re just prototypes. You can keep the rest if you want— I got a dozen more of the things.”

“But how did you—?”

“It’s easy! You mentioned that they shouldn’t be able to breath in here and i figured it was because of the weird properties of the air, but clearly we could breathe here, and so could my April so I took swabs of all of our mouths and then I took a swab of their mouths, compared the differences, and isolated the isotopic signatures that they didn't have and applied that knowledge into creating a gelatin-based supplement, and I gave their bodies a few hours to process the change, and then tested it by putting them near Leo’s rift where the atmosphere’s of both places merged and they were doing just fine so I deduced that my genius worked and we followed through with the plan. Any questions?”

“Several.” Mikey raised his hand.

“Write em down when we get home and I’ll answer them then.”

“Hey— you ain’t got yo uh… shell thing on.” Raph commented when he came behind Donatello.

“Yes— it didn't work with the plan. I needed to make him think I was Leo. Colored lenses, man I tell ya, they’ll change the world! My battle shell’s back home so I’d really like to get back there like ASAP because I am feeling highly anxious right now.”

“For a second there I didn't even think your plan would work.” Leo laughed weakly and shook his head, “Good idea using Draxum!”

Leonardo didn't answer.

“Leo? Donatello asked.

Leonardo walked closer to the containment cell and placed his hand on it, staring in at the tortured figure of his brother. The creature was Shredder in both mind and body, no doubt about that. The armor, the metal ribs, those sickle claws were all Shredder! But the plastron, and those baby blues eyes belonged to Raphael and to see them on someone else— something else— made Leonardo incredibly sad. He wondered if Raphael could still hear him…? Maybe not. But Shredder certainly could, right?

“Can you hear me?” Leonardo whispered to the tank; his eyes locked onto the blue ones just beyond the barrier.

Shredder gave a low rumble and lowered his head to meet Leonardo’s gaze.

“You can, can’t you? I know your name…”

“I am the Shredder…” Shredder rasped quietly.

“No you’re aren’t. The armor is Shredder. I don’t know if you’re him anymore since you swallowed my brother, but you used to be Oroku Saki.”

Shredder visibly flinched at the name, snarling and pulling his head back into his armor as far as it could go. “Don’t say that name…”

“Why? It is your name, isn’t it?” Leonardo asked, “I know it because Draxum told me. He was just a kid back then, but he knows the stories. The stories of the great and noble Oroku saki.”

“What is he doing?” Leo almost snarled, but Draxum held out a hand for silence.

Draxum watched with the utmost curiosity, his eyes shimmering like rubies as he observed Shredder's reaction to every word being said.

“You led the Foot Clan over five hundred years ago, right? Your clan lived in peace, and you learned from the kappa. They taught you ninjitsu and you brought it back to your Clan, didn't you…?”

Shredder gave the lowest grunt. “I remember. I met them when I was young boy playing by the river. I gave them an offering of cucumbers, and as a thanks they gave me my first lesson.”

“I knew you remembered.” Leonardo said, his heart sparking at the implications of what it could mean, “I knew it! Your clan was so… honorable until a great evil came to your land, and you couldn’t fight it off. Do you remember what the evil was…?”

Shredder gave an evil roar and tried to charge the door, though he couldn’t get much of a running start to do any damage. Leonardo held his hands up in peaceful surrender.

“Don’t wanna talk about it! Completely understand!”

Shredder settled back down quickly.

“You must be in so much pain.” Leonardo shook his head slowly as he touched the glass. “Saki… all you wanted to do was protect your clan, and now you’ve had to fight this dark armor for… for years. You… you’re so tired and— and you can’t fight anymore and that's okay! You’ve been fighting for five hundred years…”

Shredder brought the nose of his armor to touch where Leonardo’s hand was, his eyes still watching Leonardo in a quiet observance.

“You don’t have to fight anymore— at least not alone! But Raph… if you can hear me, I need you to fight harder than you ever have. Please… if you d… don’t… then I’ll have to destroy you and I don’t think I can…”

Leonardo rested his head against the door, the coldness of the chamber like sweet relief from the heat of his body.

“I know it's still you in there. I can see your eyes! And I need you to fight this, because if you don't then you’ll destroy me because I can’t destroy you. And then Mikey and Donnie, our baby brothers… they’re gonna have to watch both of us die. Heh…” Leonardo laughed weakly as he wiped his eyes, a wavering smile trying to take hold of his face. “You hear what I said? Baby brothers. Donnie’s older than me, I know, but… it just felt right. Silly Leo huh?”

Shredder didn't answer.

“And not just them. Our father… our sister… our new friends. They’re gonna have to watch it happen. They’re gonna have to watch us die… so I need you to fight this. Please.”

Shredder stared, his eyes like icicles piercing through Leonardo like knives. Still he said nothing. He didn't move, hardly breathed. He just stared.

“Raph…” Michelangelo’s weak voice rasped suddenly, and Shredder snapped his attention to look at the approaching box turtle. Michelangelo was fiddling with his hands in front of him, his head low and eyes wide and sad. “Hi. It’s Mikey. Can you hear me?” He touched the door just as Leonardo was. “I really really want you back. I miss you.”

Shredder stared intently at Michelangelo. Michelangelo looked to Leonardo with a soft whimper, but Leonardo waved him on gently.

“D… do you remember when we ordered that Lou Jitsu video game and… and I really wanted to pick it up all on my own? You were so scared that I would get hurt, because I’m… little and stuff. I’m your baby brother! But even though you were scared, you still eventually let me go? And… when I did get in trouble like you said I would, you didn't yell or shout at me or anything. You just… gave me a hug and helped me! You didn't try to say you told me so even though you did tell me so. Do you remember that?”

Shredder gave a low rumble.

“Raph…” Donatello’s voice came this time, just as straightforward as ever but with a new, gentler tone to it if that were possible. “Do you uh… remember Mrs.Cuddles?”

Shredder gave a sharp growl and pulled back.

“Take that as a yes.” Donatello cleared his throat, “You know how it was my dumb idea for April to bring the doll over in the first place? Just to scare you like a jerk of a little brother?”

Shredder leaned closer once more.

“You… forgave all of us for it… even though it was our fault that the thing nearly killed our family and all of New York? That was pretty cool of you.”

“Red Rover?” This time it was April’s turn to approach, “You’ve always been a good big brother! I remember back when y'all were still eating dumpster scraps and I’d bring y'all snacks any time I could swing it with my parents. And every time, no matter how many snacks I brought, I never seen you eat one cause you were always too concerned with making sure your brothers got something that wasn’t gutter trash.”

Draxum stepped up. “When Michelangelo er… was helping me to change my ways… you hated me. Absolutely despised me, for good reason. I had done terrible things up until that point. Yet… when your brother orange begged you to give me a chance, you did. You didn't trust me, but you trusted him, and you gave me a chance. I thank you now…”

“And when Draxum threw me off a building and I could’ve gotten really hurt you… you dove right down after me. No hesitation, no panic. Just straight down after me and… and you caught me. I was being so obnoxious that day too.”

“My son… My Raphael…” Yoshi was the last to step up, his ears pressed back against his head as he smiled at the Shredder’s eyes. “I remember when you were small enough to fit in my hands. Oh, you were such a fussy baby! I would always sing you and your brothers the same lullaby my grandfather sung to me. You remember how it goes?”

Shredder didn't respond.

“I would hate babysitting beyond the Bon Festival. The snow begins to fall and the baby cries…”

The pupils of Shredder’s eyes dilated, filling almost the entirety of the dark space.

“How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here…? Unwillingly babysitting thinking of days after mid-summer Bon holiday. The flurry of cold snow continues… and a baby repeating cries. Even come Bon holiday, what is so joyful, no clothes and no sash for attire. The baby is so irritable to cry. That baby’s crying annoys me. Babysitting for a whole day, or even more. Every day I grow thinner. Wishing to get back home in a hurry across the border. That’s my parents' home…” Yoshi gave the softest laugh as he finished the lullaby and wiped his eyes clear of tears. “Oh, how you all loved that song. I… was in a dark place back then— so resentful of where my life was. But you boys helped me more than I could ever thank you for. If there hadn’t have been the need to take care of you, then I… wouldn’t be here today. I would have… done something cowardly. But I’m so glad I didn't. So please, my son… Raphael… let me help you.”

#let us help you

[catypus]

𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖

by: raven ฅ•ω•ฅ

> haikyuu boys with you at the beach

a | n : did this on no sleep but you caN'T convince me that isn’t canon. enjoy! 

© all content belongs to catypus 2020. do not modify or repost.

𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓶 : 

atsumu i just KNOW he can’t swim, asahi baby, bokuto deadass the type to try making the ball stay underwater but it just shoots back up and hits him in the face, futakuchi talks big for someone who just straight up sinks, goshiki drowns and all you can see are his bangs floating, inuoka another baby, kageyama this boy's head full of volleyball what else would there be but his dumbass would challenge hinata to a swimming race, koganegawa do i even need to-, terushima "my piercing might get infected" excuse but really just can’t, tsukki this man really just said i don’t care, oikawa has two arm alien floaties and complains too much about the cold "iwa chan i got the chills~",  yachi is absolute baby with a pink flowery swim ring around her waist, probably not understanding anything coming out of hinata’s mouth in his attempt to teach her, yamamoto slips and falls right before he enters the water; definitely would wear a speedo to show off all his muscles he gained from weightlifting

𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓶 : 

akaashi this man? literally perfect, ennoshita stopping the second year trouble makers from disturbing everyone, hanamaki learnt just so he could make fun of oikawa struggling, hinata this man literally runs over mountains like it's nothing every morning he probably can breathe in water, iwaizumi what can this man not do; would also be drowning oikawa, kita but when the water gets high his knees start shaking bc of his anxiety :'^(, kuroo to prove to yaku that oceans are better than mountains (canon fight), lev but he doggy paddles, matsukawa every part of him can float if you know what i mean ;^), osamu because he’s the "better twin”, suga would teach asahi wrong or scare him with horror stories about the ocean just for fun but daichi has to fix it, shirabu but if he sees another setter he's out of there, tanaka & noya would train just to see girls in bikinis and attempt to impress them, tendou trained to hold his breath for very long and how to be stealthy in water, wears a seaweed on his head just so he can scare everyone. definitely grabs people's especially semi and goshiki's ankles, yamaguchi prioritises tsukki's life over his own and constantly fears him being swept away by the currents even tho that man be standing a 100 metres away from the sea-

𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓶 :

daichi would be keeping watch as the lifeguard because something bad will definitely happen but he can swim, kenma on his switch, kiyoko suntanning after getting rid of the three annoying second year flies, kyoutani digging in the sand or can be found drinking sea water, sakusa germs, semi if shirabu takes one step into the water or when tendou grabs his ankles he’s done, suna would be calling an uber outta there asap, yahaba desperately vying for yachi's attention and tries to teach her but ends up mixing up hinata's "instructions", leaving the poor girl confused, yaku because kuroo pissed him off with his h2o jokes and lev asked if his head would still be above water

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 : 

ushijima & aone those two would just be like🧍🏻‍♂️in the water

their conversation would literally be like:

ushijima & aone: 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️

the water moves and aone freaks out, but ushijima: “fear not, for the water will bring no harm to us. they are our friend and it is not a living matter” *continues to🧍🏻‍♂️*

aone: *grunts in agreement* hm *resumes 🧍🏻‍♂️*

ushijima & aone: 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️ 

also ushijima: here i found fish🧍🏻‍♂️*lifts a fish straight out of the water*

#haikyuu #haikyuu sink or swim #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu boys #haikyuu x reader #karasuno #aoba johsai #fukurodani #date tech #nekoma #inarizaki #itachiyama #shiratorizawa #johzenji

[babysizedfics]

janus trying to get child virgil to socialize and it ending in bullying

tw: angst, bullying (not violent) between children, ableism against an (undiagnosed) autistic child

janus always knew that it was healthy to get a child to socialize with other children especially since virgil was not enrolled in education in the mindscape, janus homeschooled him. so when virgil was 6 yrs old he started taking him to a playgroup at weekends (virgil was still mostly mute but occassionally said single words if he needed something like "hungry" or "sleep" or "change")

and janus stayed during the playtime for the first two or three weeks so that virgil got used to the nanny and the environment. janus informed her that virgil was still in diapers and she did look down on that a little and told janus he should get him potty trained ASAP but janus was trying his best.

but for all that time virgil refused to go and play with the other children and just clung to janus, so eventually janus was like okay Virgil, janus is going to go outside for a while then i'll be right back, dont worry this nice lady will look after you - and leaves virgil there for the hour, trying to encourage him to get used to being separated from janus

then when he comes to collect him virgil immediately runs back to him and clings so hard and janus is worried. he asks the nanny how was he did he throw any tantrums did he ask for me and she says he was fine, he did cry a bit at the beginning but then some older kids helped him feel beter - and janus is like oh!! thats amazing thank you!!

and as he carries virgil home virgil is completely silent but janus is like did you have fun? was it nice to play with the older kids? i bet you had lots of fun! and virgil would just cling to him and janus assumed he was shy from interacting with people

so that happened a couple more times, janus left virgil there and virgil wouldnt speak but he wouldnt cry and cling to janus or anything either, so he assumed it was just shyness - there was one time his white hair had clumps of various colours of paint in it and the nanny and janus chuckled over him having an artistic streak

until one day when he comes back a little earlier to pick virgil up just because they had to get to the store before it shut or something - so he shows up early and all the kids are running around playing with toys and stuff, and he spots virgil with a group of three older boys and he starts to smile - until he notices virgil sucking his thumb, which is mainly a sleepy or a nervous habit

so he frowns and steps into the nursery closer trying to swerve around giggling kids and toddlers running around, and he starts to hear the boys

"he wont do that hes only a baby" "no he's not, he's like 4!" "yeah but i seen he always wears a diaper!" *giggles* "i bet he wont do it!" "yeah he will, he will!" "go on tell him to do it!"

and little virgil is just curled into himself and sucking his thumb and looking at their feet because he doesnt like looking at peoples eyes.

and one of the boys says "hey, you gotta eat this!" and holds out a piece of modelling clay and janus' heart races in the few seconds it takes for virgil to start whimpering and step back and another boy quickly pull him closer and insist "the nany said you have to or you'll be in trouble! don't you wanna be good for your weird daddy?" and hear the other boys laughing as virgil sniffles and pulls his thumb out of his mouth ready to reach for the clay

janus RUSHES in and scoops virgil into his arms and coos "no virgil, no no shh you dont need to do that, darling" and virgil immediately starts to cry into his shoulder and clings tight, and literally all janus has to do is look at the little boys - with his pierced lip and his snake tattoo and his scarred face - and the boys run away.

and janus FURIOUSLY storms over to where the nanny was helping a little girl brush a dolls hair and demand to know why she didnt notice those boys trying to force his child to eat clay - and shes pretty flippant like ohh no those boys have always been well behaved, im sure they werent forcing virgil to do anything,

but janus insists and yells that his child was being manipulated by thise boys and she did nothing to stop it and she argues that maybe virgil was just a little confused and wanted to eat the clay - janus is incredulous "are you saying my child is stupid??" "no no not stupid. perhaps special?" she suggests quite condescendingly - and janus looks enraged but the nanny insists that he please leave in case he scare the children. he hisses "gladly." they never go back

janus never learns what the boys did to virgil/made him do in the previous sessions - virgil doesnt have the comminicative capacity to tell him - but he can obviously make an educated guess that the paint in virgils hair that one time probably wasnt his choice

and after that janus never tried to take virgil to that playgroup again. they tried some others over the years, maybe another couple, but they ended similarly, with virgil being picked on - mostly for his albinism or for not being able to speak or basically anything the other kids saw as different.

a few years later he took virgil to an older boys club - the club was maybe like a wilderness thing, where they learn to tie knots and use a compass and stuff - it was when he was about 11 years old and could finally speak in full sentences, so janus thought virgil being able to talk to the other kids would finally give him an opportunity to make some friends. though janus didnt yet realise that virgil was selectively mute, and still couldnt speak with strangers

so when janus picked him up from the first session, he found virgil shaking and tearful standing outside of the club with a big wet patch on his pants and a group of the other boys all sniggering and pointing and whispering a few feet away from him. virgil had gone mute at the club, which became an issue when he needed the bathroom but couldnt ask the club leader where it was or if he could go, and led to a very upsetting and humiliating accident in front of all the other boys.

at that point janus knew he wouldnt be bringing virgil back to that club either, and they basically gave up on getting virgil to socialize with kids his age since it kept ending in virgil being bullied for his differences

...

nowadays i think only janus and virgil (and eventually virgils therapist, dr picani) know about these incidents, janus would never tell anyone else abt them and virgil wouldnt want to relive them by telling his family. so janus is really the only one who realises that virgil being so affected by the cyberbullying he experienced in the past couple of years wasnt just about the cyberbullying, but it probably resurfaced old traumatic memories too

#this one im a lil insecure abt so if you could pls comment or send an ask if u have the energy that would be rlly appreciated #very different from our regular content on this blog #but thsi was surprisingly healing for me to write so i hope at least one of you appreciates it too hdhsh #little/big concepts #nana janus #kid virgil #child virgil #bullying tw #ableism mention #little ​angst