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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩

includes: Rintarou Suna x gn! reader

wc: 2.7k / fandom: haikyuu

a/n: this is my first time in a veryyyy long time since i've written for Haikyuu so I hope I did okay.

beta reader: @shinigamiplayroom

“What the hell is this?” You think to yourself, “This has only happened in the books I’ve read. Please tell me this isn’t actually happening to me!”

As he places his bags at the front door, Suna swings the door wide open. “Dumbass, move this before someone trips over them,” You mutter aloud, stepping over his bags. Not bothering to glance around the room, you drop your bags near the bed and stroll over to the balcony. Awestruck by the view, you exclaim, “Wow, it's so beautiful, and we're so far up!” Suna comes up behind you, whispering to no one in particular, leaning in to see the view that has captured your heart. "Are you a child?" "Have you honestly never been anywhere in your life?"

You push past him, scoffing at his remark, to take a look at the room you'll be sharing for the next four days. As you stood there, almost frozen in place, your blood had turned cold. "What the hell are ya doing, Y/n?" Suna asks as you slowly approach. Looking over your shoulder, his eyes widened.

One bed. For 3 nights together.

As he snaps out of his trance, he lets out a dry chuckle. “There has to be, there’s gotta be some mistake, right? I mean, one bed for the both of us?” You mutter as you walk over to the bed to see how big it is; it would be a close fit. Laughing out of disbelief, you walk over to the couch to try to see if there’s a pullout bed in there.

There isn't a pull-out bed.

So either you two share the bed or one of you sleeps on the floor. Nodding your head to yourself slightly, you sit down on the ground and lay down, much to Suna’s surprise. “What are you doing now? Get up, dummy,” he mumbles lightly, kicking your side in a weak attempt to get you off the floor. “Well, either we share that tiny bed together, or one of us sleeps on the floor.” Scrunching his face up, Suna gestures towards the couch, inquiring, “Wouldn’t one of us be able to sleep on there?”

Without missing a beat, you say, “Unless you want to be scrunched up like a dumpling, then yeah, sure, be my guest, Suna.” He ran a hand through his hair, seemingly in thought. “Well, how bad can it be to share a bed?” He asks, “Like do you sleep naked or something?” The thought brings a smirk to your face; “Well, I mean, can’t complain if ya do.” He chuckles, making you kick him in the shin, still on the ground. “Ah fuck! Okay oww," he yelps while holding his shin.

“Look, it ain’t that bad. We can make pillow barriers,” he says, walking over to you and going into the front hall to pick up his bags and move them closer to the dresser. "C'mon, manager, we've got to be downstairs in 10 minutes.”

Groaning, you get up from the floor and begin unpacking, making sure that you have everything you’ll need to go down to the gym. After collecting everything, you two proceed to the main lobby, where the rest of the team is gathering. As the group started getting bigger, you moved to the front to inform them of their training schedule.

You garner their attention, and say, “Okay, we hope everyone is happy with their room arrangements. As everything has already been paid for, there will not be any switching rooms or anything like that! Now for training today, we’re going to be working on spiking and blocking. The coach will set to you and two of your teammates will block for you. Understood?” A slew of ‘yeses’ rang out from the guys. “Also, around 5:30 p.m., we'll be returning to the hotel for dinner, okay?" As the coach dismissed them to start walking over to the gym, you gravitate towards Osamu.

Osamu mumbles out to you, looking straight ahead, “What's up? You look like you’ve already been through the wringer.” Responding with a sigh, you continue, “I’m sharing the room with Suna, and there’s only one bed. I feel like I'm stressed out before anything has even happened.” Humming out, you continue to rant to your best friend, “It’s like, what is my luck?! Y’know? It feels like the universe seems to want me to make a move, but I ain’t ready yet!”

"Did you bring it up with him?" Osamu asks as he sees Suna walking ahead of you two, noting how unconcerned he appears to be about the situation. "How did he react to everything?" Osamu continues, finally looking at you, but the questions cause you to frown. He seemed so unconcerned that it irked you; 'why didn't he care? Did he think that little of you?’ you thought pouting.

"I did, and he didn't seem to mind." You speak slowly, unsure if that was his reaction or if you missed it because you were face down on the carpet. He continues, "In any case, you have some time before you have to think about it again." Osamu mumbled as he bit into a rice ball, making you deadpan at him. "Where the hell did you get that?" You inquired, as he just chuckled at your question and continued to look forward while munching on his little snack.

The practice was going smoothly, with Atsumu improving his blocking, Kita was assisting Osamu with setting, and Suna was assisting some first years with blocking techniques.

Training went off without a hitch, as you announced to the team that it was time to stretch and return to the hotel for the night. Handing Suna his water bottle in exchange for a modest nod, you could only quietly groan at the seemingly insignificant interaction.

You were beginning to harbour strong feelings for Suna, despite your best efforts to suppress them. It's not like you wanted to because it seemed like Suna would never be interested in you, but love doesn't always listen to rationality. What you didn't realize, however, was that Suna felt the same way about you.

His lovely little manager, who always looked adorable while they were writing down comments regarding the team's performance, or while they were cheering on the team, with Suna pretending it was only for him. He had these thoughts that seemed selfish but were nevertheless genuine. He can lean down and put his chin on the top of your head, simply to see your annoyed expression, which he secretly adores. If only you weren't so oblivious to his little courting attempts... oh well.

As you got closer to the hotel, a warm breeze swept past you; the sun was still shining brightly. You mumbled to yourself, "Since it's summertime, I guess the sun will be out for a while now," as you gazed up at the lovely blue skies with fluffy clouds atop it all. "It's so gorgeous out there," you smile as Suna walks behind you, covertly listening in.

Suna follows you into the room, stretching as you enter and close the door. Asked, "Could you move? I'm going to change in the bathroom." You try to squeeze around his wide shoulders, which appear to be blocking your path to the restroom. "Wait a minute, I need to use the restroom to shower." Sighing, you agree as Suna enters the bathroom, closing the curtains and making the room a little darker.

You turn on the light in the room and search your bag for more casual-looking clothes for dinner. Looking at the bathroom door, you notice the water starting to run, which causes your thoughts to wander. Suna must be in good shape after playing volleyball for so long, right? That must imply he has some amazing muscles. Those abs are probably well-defined as well.

Just watching him flex, his back muscles and arms flaunting, makes you want to melt.

Shaking your head, you try to brush those thoughts away, "Please not when I have to sleep with him for several nights together." You continue to rummage in your suitcase, whispering to yourself. Choosing a gorgeous black-and-pink skirt, an oversized band tee, and some adorable chain necklaces.

As you finish the last necklace, the bathroom door opens, allowing steam to enter the room. Suna walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand, drying his hair. Water droplets glisten as they run down his chest and through his abs. "Nice outfit, by the way." When you realized you'd been staring at his abs the entire time, you let out a small yelp. A brilliant crimson flush covers your cheeks as you turn around, and you mumble a brief "thank you." He can only chuckle in response to your timidity.

"I'll meet you downstairs." Grabbing your phone and keys to the room, you hurry quickly past an almost naked Suna, head down in embarrassment.

"That was a colossal waste of time if you ask me." Suna chuckles, scratching his head with the towel. The objective was to come out barely covering anything and elicit a flustered response from you. But, with you, no matter what he did, he could never evoke a significant reaction from you. Whether it was "accidentally" brushing hands with you when he went to get his water bottle or grinning at you on the sidelines after he got a beautiful block off. Nothing, nothing but that wonderful tiny smile you constantly offer everyone. Sighing, he attempts to put those thoughts away as he squats down to search his suitcase for some clothes.

Dinnertime went smoothly; you sat with the Miya twins, with Suna across from you. The presence of the twins calmed your anxiety because you generally talked with them, allowing Suna to eat in peace, or so you thought.

He was irritated that you had completely ignored him throughout the meal. Was he a ghost or what? Suna knew he was quieter by nature, but that didn't mean he didn't want to chat to you. The twins are consuming all of your attention, even though they know how he feels about you. They are aware of his crush on their adorable little manager. 'What are they attempting to pull off?’

"Oi, Atsumu, do you want to come with me?" Suna says this while getting up and rolling his shoulders, while Atsumu raises his eyebrows but does not question him. As you turn to face Osamu, the two walk away from you. "Please, Samu, I'll get you snacks for the duration of the trip if you only let me switch with you!" He merely sits there with stuffed plump cheeks. Osamu raises his head as if contemplating, before shaking his head 'no,' causing you to discreetly call out to him. “Why? Why not? "Do you and Sumu have two beds?" He glances at you while swallowing, "First and first, I don't want to sleep with Rin, and secondly, weren't you the one who said we weren't permitted to transfer rooms?"

"Samu, you bully, using my own words against me!" you exclaimed as you laid your head on the table. He can only laugh at your antics while massaging your back in the comfort of sharing a bed with your crush.

Meanwhile, Suna and Atsumu exited the hotel and stood at the doors. "What are you doing?" Eh?” In response to the unknown accusation, Atusumu raises his eyebrows once more. "What are you talking about, Rin?" I'm enjoying my food till you call me out." Suna sighs at his ignorance. "Of course, your dumbass has no idea what you're doing; I shouldn't be surprised at this point." But I thought you stated you were going to assist me in getting with Y/n?"

"Yeah, we're assisting," Atsumu agrees, "what do you mean?" He looks at Atsumu while rubbing his temples. "Okay, if you're helping, why are you getting all the attention?" You and your brother." Atsumu is motionless for a moment, taking in everything Suna says before bursting out laughing at his pal. "Wait a minute, dude! You're so into Y/n that you assume the fact that you're not talking means we're not paying attention to you!"

Suna blushes as Atsumu begins to go back into the hotel, saying over his shoulder, "Yer going to have to confess at some time buddy!" Uh, confess? That was never something that occurred to Suna. He'd always expected you to confess to him, not the other way around. Rubbing his eyes, he begins to walk back inside, hoping to arrive around the same time as Atsumu so he doesn't overhear what they were discussing.

Dinner comes to a close as you return to your room. Suna opted to spend some more time with the twins before returning to the room, allowing you to jump on your phone and read some more fanfiction to pass the time. After some time has passed, you take your gaze away from the device, blinking to reacquaint yourself with the outside world.

Looking out the window, you see how lovely the sky is, so you get out of bed and stroll over, not noticing the door clicking open to show Suna. The sky lightened up with delicate pinks and oranges as the sun began to set, the clouds nearly perfectly framing them; it stole your breath away. Mumbling "So gorgeous." as you move closer to the window, not even noticing Suna approaching until he's up to your back.

"Do you know what else is incredibly beautiful?" When you hear his voice, you take a step back, only to collide with his powerful chest, arms encircling you. "You are very beautiful, Y/n." Your face flushed as you kept your gaze fixed on the brilliantly painted sky. Suna laughs as he walks away from you to lie down on the bed. "Is it okay if we go to bed a little earlier?" Today's workout was brutal." Slowly nodding, you reach into your bag for a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, while Suna removes his shirt, leaving him in sweatpants only.

You try to mentally prepare yourself for sharing a bed with Suna as you slip into the bathroom to change. 'All right, this is fine, this is completely fine, we're simply sleeping next to each other,' she says. As you put on your pj's, you repeated to yourself, "It's fine."

As you come out of the bathroom, you see the curtains are closed to make the room darker, and Suna is already seated on the left side of the bed. Grabbing your phone and some earplugs, you get in next to him, teetering on the edge of the bed to avoid bumping into him. "Night, Y/n." His voice cuts through the darkness, and hearing it so close causes your ears to flush. "Good night, Suna." You mumble something before moving onto your side and inserting an earbud.

This was the first time you had ever slept away from home, and the feeling of anxiety was starting to hit more than you imagined. Turning on some familiar music to try to ease your nerves didn’t seem to be working; your thoughts went into overdrive, making you even more anxious.

You let out a shaky breath to keep your nervousness at bay, hoping Suna won't notice what's going on; you'd die of embarrassment if he found out. Trying to keep your breathing under control as it picks up, running your palm up and down your thigh. "Hey, you okay?" says Suna, noting your frightened state. "I'm alright," he says as you take a shuddering breath. Even you can tell you don't sound very sure about it. Suna sighs, shaking his head, before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his muscular chest. "What am I going to do with you?"

As your back touches his chest, your breath hitches and you keep your arms tucked in your chest as his arms wrap around you. One arm rests just beneath your neck, while the other slithers around your waist. "Is this all right?" Suna murmurs as his hot breath tickles your ear. Mumbling a tiny yes, you're almost certain he didn't hear you until he squeezes your waist.

“You’re safe with me okay? I promise I’ll always protect you, Y/n.”

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gl1tched-g0th · 11 months

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"Wow you write this character really well!" Thanks I knew them personally

#I'm writing another source fic #and I thought this was funny #me writing Reeve. one of my best friends: wow I wrote him pretty in character! wonder why That is #like girl.#girl you Knew him.#Im a little bit of a dumbass sometimes #the hollow #the hollow netflix #fictive #introject #source memories #did alter

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whimsivamp · 1 month

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No hate to therians, especially not canine kin, but when I open up the alterhuman/nonhuman tags, I wish there was more than just animal kin, y'know?

You guys already have a word, you guys are animals and therians, but the word "supernatural" is taken by one of the biggest tumblr fandoms and it's so hard to find my people that way.

I want to interact with more vampires, fae folk, mermaids, zombies, angels, demons, devils, haunted spirits, etc. Even robots and dolls! Where are you at??? I need you.

#whimsy writes #alterhuman #nonhuman #otherkin #faekin #vampirekin #fairykin #zombiekin #angelkin #demonkin #seriously no hate but i had to filter out some tags to get variety in posts #it's sad man #even when looking for nonhuman alters or talking about nonhuman past lives #i get people talking about animals #and it just makes me disappointed

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bruciemilf · 7 months

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Somebody tell me if this is a bad take, or if my love for Bruce is causing my objective brain to glitch, but-- something about advertising Batman, a hero who's very popular for being good with children, for being NURTURING with children, a bad father kinda defeats the whole purpose of what he's supposed to represent.

Batman is a protector; He protects people the world (and especially law enforcement) does not care about. That's literally the point of him.

Something about marketing " you can be incredibly violent to people you care about! And Its fine, because you care about them even if you abuse them, and that's what matters!" towards people, but especially men and young boys, is REALLY fucked up to me.

#it's not really 'wahhh think of the children' because the media you consume isn't a vessel of your character #but. gotham war is so incredibly shallow to me for pulling the 'no no its another personality bruce would never!' like. thats worse.#you get thats worse right?#because 1) dc loves demoninsing DID for some reason but it doesn’t add any substantial weight because bruce will be associated with #the actions of his 'alter' anyway. and dc knew that. 2) if you truly cannot write an interesting comic book where bruce is not abusive #and the batkids aren't being abused. you failed.#this isn't a reprouch or an attack to people who prefer that format. but the creator isn't doing it as genuine exploration of dark tropes #if that's the case -- dont cop out with the personality thing. let him be a bad dad. but its kinda fucked how dc STILL try to paint him #as a good person while doing so. its the collen hoover effect. 'we know the guy is an abuser. thats not the problem. the problem #is that the author wants us to pretend thats a good thing.'#bruce wayne #dc comics #dc #batman #text post #dc critical

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keyotos · 10 months

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9:35 ⎯ alhaitham

you wake up to the sun shining across your face. you hear birds chirping and if you focus hard enough you could hear the ocean's waves calmly flowing into port ormos. you also wake up to a certain someone's bare chest.

alhaitham sleeps on his back while you curl up into his side. the way you manage your way into the crook of his bicep practically became routine at this point. his arm lays wrapped around your waist, a firm grasp, but not too tight.

you lift your head, propping yourself up on your hand. you are rarely the one who wakes up early. usually, it's alhaitham who rises before you, getting the chance to do things such as make coffee for you or cook a simple breakfast. you think about doing those things, but there is also another opportunity you cannot miss out on.

when alhaitham sleeps, he looks so carefree. his eyes are closed in a peaceful manner, his brows aren't furrowed like when he is awake, and his lips are placed in a gentle pout. he looks adorable.

you couldn't resist tracing your finger over his facial features. your index finger dragged along the slope of his nose, his cheekbones, under his eyes. your thumb caressed the spot underneath his eyebrow (which was the top of his eyelid), the bottom of his lips, and the apple of his cheeks.

normally, he was the one who got to do this to you. you knew that he spent at least ten minutes just admiring you before getting out of bed. and every time before he left, he'd press a loving kiss on the corner of your eyelid.

but this time, you're the one who gets to admire him. you're the one who gets to trace all his features, study him even though you already know all of him, etch his very being into your brain.

and if you plant a kiss on the corner of his lips? well, he doesn't have to know that. and when one kiss develops into two; another planted on his jaw. two gradually turned into four, which then turned into six, and at this point you've stopped counting. alhaitham was just too easy to kiss; too easy to love.

alhaitham started stirring from his sleep ever since the first kiss. he knew you: he knew what your lips felt like on his skin, he knew that you've left the warmth of his arm, and he knew that you were awake right now. but even so, he chose to stay "asleep."

alhaitham chose to break his act when you were about to move towards his lips. right when you were about to press a kiss to his cheek, he moved his head so you could give him a chaste peck on his lips. he smiled, satisfied that he got what he wanted.

you, on the other hand, felt flustered. "alhaitham? did i wake you up?"

alhaitham yawned, one hand covering his mouth while the other secured his grasp on your waist, "i was already awake," he replied nonchalantly.

you raise an eyebrow at that. how long was he awake? hopefully not when you traced his face. "for how long?" you ask, removing your head from your palm and returning to your previous position on alhaitham's bicep.

"probably second kiss," alhaitham hid his smile as he buried his head into your neck. but you could tell he was smiling either way: you heard it in his voice. after all, you knew him as well as he knew you.

you huffed, "why didn't you say anything?"

"and disrupt you while you were perfectly content?" alhaitham sarcastically answered, "i would never impede with your happiness."

"shut up," you say, sheepish and slightly exasperated with his tone, then let your head fall into his chest.

alhaitham only laughs in response. his laugh his small, light, and airy. you're one of the very few people that get to hear it. "if it consoles you, i had a dream about you last night."

this gets your attention, your head rising up to look at his turquoise eyes, "really? pray tell."

alhaitham looked up at the ceiling as a way to pretend as if he was in deep thought, "well, you were there. but you were a fish. and you had a hat. then you were swallowed by a bigger fish, who took your hat. and then you were swallowed by the big fish, who had the hat before everyone else fought him for it," alhaitham explained with a straight face.

"wow," you deadpanned, "not helping your case, bud," alhaitham frowned at the nickname. something so cruel, so early. you continued, "looks like your subconscious isn't very fond of me. want to tell me anything?"

alhaitham shrugged, "you're very easy to hate." he knows it's the complete opposite. loving you has to be the most easiest thing alhaitham has ever done. it's easy to memorize you: your favorite things, your routine, your body, your mind; loving you was like an accomplishment.

you mock-gasp, swatting him away from you, "i see how it is then. you were in my dream too, if you wanted to know. except, you were a toad. a very ugly one. and dehya was there. so was candace. kaveh too. oh! and i can't forget the general mahamatra," you added cyno in to tease alhaitham. truthfully, instead of cyno, your coworker that owed you a cup of coffee appeared in the dream.

"you guys were all animals, and there was a long drought, so you all banded up to confront the rain god for rain. then, when you went to the rain god's temple, you guys planned a sneak attack and won a battle. and then you got rain," if you thought alhaitham's dream was complicated, alhaitham was absolutely dumbfounded by yours.

alhaitham pulled you closer into him, hands caressing the sides of your body, "my dream was definitely better. mostly because it had only you in it, and not the general mahamatra. or kaveh," your boyfriend lightly scoffed at the mention of the two men. you could only shake your head.

"i was only in there for a short second. before i was, y'know, eaten," you nudged his chest, only for alhaitham to rest his head atop of yours. but then you perked up, "hey. are you jealous of my subconscious? is it cause i dreamed of other people?" you smirked.

"why would you say that?" alhaitham peered down at you.

"well, you did get a little sullen at the mentions of cyno and kaveh," you pointed out, even poking a finger into his chest, separating you from him.

alhaitham only trailed his fingers underneath your shirt, creating shapes on your skin as he leaned in closer to you, "i'm not jealous," he pouted, "i did only dream of you though. proves i'm loyal."

you sigh. he was jealous of your subconscious. oh well. maybe that will teach his subconscious to not dream about your demise, "oh, yet i still died in your dream, so maybe not so much," you mocked, smile brimming your lips, "maybe our dreams are connected. me dreaming about other people probably reflected on your negligence to keep me alive," you teased.

"okay," alhaitham pressed his forehead up against yours, "i did not fail to keep you alive. that was all the circle of life."

"tomato, tomayto. i'm leaving," you only make your way to the edge of the bed before alhaitham pulls you back into him. your back lands into his chest with a 'thump!'

"wait. i'm sorry for my subconscious wanting to kill you. from now on i'll only think of you. as long as you stay in bed with me," alhaitham whispered into your skin, right next to your earlobe.

you let out a small laugh, "you pouting right now, haitham?" you turn to face him, brushing some small hairs out of his face.

"no. will you stay in bed with me?" he presses a kiss onto your jaw and interlocks your fingers underneath the blanket. how could you say no?

"hm. i don't know," you tease, looking around the room to delay your answer, "do i want to stay in bed with an ugly toad?"

alhaitham's fingers poke you in the side, making you squirm, "maybe i should've stayed with cyno. doubt he would've dreamt about my death."

"well, you're in bed with me. not the general mahamatra," alhaitham made sure to hold you close, as if your little dream would make you escape from his hold. yeah, no way would he ever let that happen. not when he loves you more than anything else, regardless of what his subconscious was trying to tell him. you are a routine he would never get rid of. you are a light he would never let die out. you are a fish he would always look after.

"yeah, i suppose," you wrap your arms around alhaitham's torso and rest your head on the pillow next to his, "hopefully i made the right decision," you nestle closer into alhaitham's warmth, body instantly relaxing in his proximity.

when alhaitham kisses the crown of your head without saying anything, you know that you did.

can anyone tell me if it's alhaitham or al-haitham? idk which one is correct so if any of y'all would like to inform me that'd be very much appreciated! ty!!

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#i wrote for this man ONCE and he now consumes my every thought.#hsr i swear im coming back #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #this was inspired by 'dream' by @/lulushoeshoe on tiktok #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #reader's dream is originally a viet folk tale i slightly altered to fit in w/ the genshin story #post-archon quest

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monsterloverwriting · 1 year

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Beast of the forest

So often did you hear of the beast yet see nothing that it became all too easy to think of him as nothing more than a story meant to keep children out of the forest at night. But you were no child and the call of the cool forest air on your skin was too great on this hot night.

It was like a voice beckoning you to the forest edge, something sweet and deep in the pit of you that needed to be in with the trees on this hot night the slight sheen of sweat on your skin already starting to cool with the night air. A deep breath, in and out, as you watched the forest edge all of the stories come to mind as you stood watching, waiting, listening.

A great beast that would steal people away into the forest with no explanation or warning. A beast that was impossibly large if the teeth marks on bones left by the forest edge were anything to go off of. You let out a sigh, it was ridiculous to think that something like that could exist. It was like saying that Santa Clause was real, both were stories made up to scare children. The inexplicable calling to the forest had to be something to do with the fact that your AC was broken and it felt like it was boiling inside your small house. The night air within the trees would be the perfect reprieve.

Before you knew it you were in the thick of the trees deeper in the forest than you could ever remember being during the day. When had you stepped in? How long have you been walking? Why did you feel so fuzzy all over? It almost felt like you were high as you walked through the forest, stepping over fallen trees and through foliage like you knew the way, like you were on a laid out path you'd been on a thousand times before. Finally you made it to a clearing and stopped at the edge appreciating the beauty of the small patch of land feeling so much better here, like you were meant to be in this clearing. A small sigh left your lips as you stepped one foot in letting the cool forest air rush over your bare arms drying the last bits of sweat that hung stubbornly to you. The moon was high in the sky as you walked to the center of the clearing, your fingers running over the tips of the tall grass. You enjoyed the way it felt, the way the grass tickled at your fingertips, everything feeling heightened in senses as you slowly found yourself in the center of the clearing looking directly up to the sky reveling in the way the air and grass felt against your skin.

In your state you almost didn't hear the small snapping of a twig on the side of the clearing as you slowly bent to take off your shoes wanting desperately to feel the hard ground between your toes. When the snapping got closer you looked up, trying to see through the thick branches, what was out there? Slowly you felt your limbs get heavier, the feeling of being high getting stronger as a sweet scent filled your nostrils.

“Finally. I was wondering if you’d ever answer the call.” A smooth deep voice nearly sang from the darkness. Your attention snapped away from the sensation of the grass to the voice as a mountain of a creature walked into the light of the clearing. In your fuzzy brain the only thing that instantly went through your mind was, big.

Big seemed to be an understatement when it came to describe this beast. He towered over your frame as you stood frozen, his height was amazing and it was comparable to his muscles, making his arms seem to be the same width as your waist. He stalked toward you, his steps causing slight tremors as he got closer and closer to you. Finally he stopped in front of you looking down as he slowly reached a hand that was easily the size of your face and gently caressed your cheek, a small smile playing at his lips, a glint of sharp teeth visible as his lips parted.

“I’ve called so many times yet you remain so stubborn, I should teach you it's rude to make me wait.” He hummed, fingers slowly trailing down your cheek to gently wrap around your throat. With each touch, the fuzzy feeling grew more heightened, in the back part of your mind you were sure something was affecting you to feel like this, this wasn’t normal. You were face to face with the beast of the forest, his impossible size making you seem like a doll to be played with and the only thing at the forefront of your mind was how much you needed him to touch you more.

“So much wasted time, but now you’re mine.” His voice was sweet, like a song you would hear in your dreams. You let out a small moan as his grip tightened around your throat for a brief second squeezing the sides in a delicious way making your head swim. He slowly released you stepping back, unthinking you followed the path of his hand instantly missing the connection.

“What a good pet you’ll be now that you’re under my spell.” Before you could think about what he was saying you were pushed to the ground. His massive size pinning you the weight almost suffocating as the sweet smell filled you again and you went nearly brainless as he began running his hand under your thin tank top. A sound of ripping fabric and you were laying in the broken remnants of your shirt bare from the waist up he glanced down at you with a smirk, teeth glinting as he moved down, cupping one of your breasts in his hand tweaking the nipple harshly between his claws as he nipped at the other with sharp fangs. The moan that escaped your mouth was entirely involuntary as you arched into his harsh touch, hips rutting up to meet his body begging for some kind of friction.

“Good girl. You want me. You didn’t know it before but I've been watching you at the edge of my forest, watching as you denied my existence loud enough for me to hear. Watching as you teased yourself when you thought you were alone. I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this, under me.” He nearly growled as he moved up your body, grinding his hips down hard against you forcing you to feel how hard he was for you under the thin cloth he wore.

“Now you’re mine and I am going to make sure you never forget it.” He growled against your throat, sharp teeth nipping just below the shell of your ear. At the same time you moaned he ripped your shorts and panties away from you like they were paper throwing the shreds behind him as he moved one clawed hand down your body to your already soaking cunt.

You moaned, eyes closing, when he found your clit, slowly circling it with the pad of one clawed finger. He looked down at you thoroughly enjoying how pliant his pheromones had made you. You were putty in his hands and he planned to use you thoroughly tonight and every night after. As you squirmed under him, hips following the pattern of his ministrations against your clit moaning, he took this chance to force his tongue into your mouth.

“Mmph”

It was the only thing you could muster as he kissed you with more passion than you’d felt with all of your past lovers combined. He held you close fingers moving to start fucking into you slowly, first just one finger, gently trying to get a feel of how tight you were, his mouth swallowing each moan you let out as he added a second finger starting to stretch you, searching for the little spot to make you cum on his hand. When he did find it, your shuddering breath against his lips made him bite down on your bottom lip pulling it in his sharp teeth as he began pressing, rubbing, massaging that perfect bundle of nerves, his thumb reaching up, pressing harshly against your clit.

You screamed your release against his finger, grinding down onto them, forcing his fingers deeper in you as you squeezed around them arching to press your sensitive nipples against his chest needing as much of him touching you as possible. You heard him moan into your neck as he stroked you through your orgasm until you started to squirm against the ministrations.

A long whine left your throat as he pulled away from you leaving you feeling too naked, too bare on the hard ground.

“Shhh Kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He huffed as he ripped at the fabric around his waist. He let out a long groan at his cock finally being free from the loose garment, his hand going to wrap around himself and stroke as he looked down at you. You leaned up on your elbows looking at the thick appendage, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. It was massive, the length of your forearm with thick veins decorating it making it seem that much more erotic, the flared tip alone the size of your fist, the large knot swelling at the base made your mouth water obscenely as you looked up at him.

“You will take it all,” He growled, pushing you back down to the ground. One hand collecting both of your hands to pull them above your head pinning them there as his other hand went to your ankle placing it on his shoulder as he lined the tip up to your achingly empty pussy. He moved to straddle the leg that wasn’t on his shoulder, pinning it as well, trapping you under him as he pushed into you stopping once he had the head in to let out a long drawn out moan.

“So fucking tight.” He ground out, forcing himself to be still for a moment to let you adjust. Your whine of protest at the stillness of the intrusion had him pushing into you further, the stretch deliciously painful as he did his best to keep himself in control.

“Fuck, that's right Kitten, moan. Let me know how much you love the way my cock fills you. Ruins you for everyone else.” He purred, leaning down to plant harsh kisses against your neck moving deeper into you. The stretch and feeling of him inside of you on top of the already fuzzy feeling heightening everything around you was too much as you came again around him, pulling him even deeper to the edge of his knot feeling it hit against the edge of your already stretched cunt.

“Fuck!” He roared before biting down on your shoulder causing you to arch into him even more desperate for the friction of his body against yours. Needing everything he would give you. He pinned you down starting to rut into you, his knot hitting you slowly starting to sink in. You cried out at the stretch unsure if it was more painful or pleasure either way you wanted it, needed it in you.

“More, more, more, more.” It was all you could say as you did your best to match his rut, hips moving desperately against him.

“That’s right Kitten, you want my knot, want me to fuck you into oblivion, breed you. Keep you.” He moaned against your shoulder tongue slowly lapping at the punctures his sharp teeth had made. He finally pushed into you, his knot swelling, holding him to you as he howled his release into you, rutting hard into you hitting your cervix again and again. You came around him at the feeling of him feeling you so completely, screaming with him.

“Good girl.” He cooed softly into your hair as he moved the two of you so you were laying against his chest, blissed out, stuck to him by his knot. He drew lazy patterns in your back with one tip of his claw making you shiver slightly in the cool air. Before his knot even began to release you fell asleep against his chest nuzzling against him.

“Good girl (Y/N) good girl.” He whispered into your hair, picking you up to carry you deeper into the forest to his home. Now your home as well. He’d make sure you’re comfortable, in the morning he’d let you know his name, let you think he was learning yours for the first time. And he would keep you.

#monster fucker #monster lover #monster smut #mdni #slight breeding kink #monster in the forest #writing #smut #First bit on here #yandere behavior #illuded mind altering

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take your time, let the rivers guide you in you know where you can find me again

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#I MET GOD. SHE'S A LESBIAN <- asa's t-shirt when he returns home #the blurred out parts are for asa's ears only fjksdjs #anyway i'm gonna go watch supernatural season 4 episode 18 'the monster at the end of this book'#which totally did not alter the way i view fictional writing for ever and ever. not at all. because i am normal #frozen pines #camellia #asa mayfield #AND ME.#alcohol tw #religion tw #suicide mention

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weirdfishy · 9 months

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gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

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#flowerpunk #punkflower #i'm havging some major fucking brainrot apparently #look i've been listening to lets fall in love for tonight all day while reading flowerpunk fics #spiderverse #fishy write the fucking fic already challenge #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #yeah no yeah i'm goin fuckin bonkers over them apparently #the fic mutualism altered my brain chemistry for fucking real #fishy's bubbles #this got so fucking long my brother watched two episodes of the bear while i lost my shit over them #all i was gonna come on tumblr for was to say that i will probably get a lip ring bc i've always wanted to but instead i wrote this #not-quite-yet #nqy 1

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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ?!

includes: Ghostface / Danny and Legion / Frank

summary: A avid Dead by Daylight player is suddenly teleported into their favourite game, how will they navigate facing the killers off in real life? cw: descriptions of blood/stabbing/etc, nothing too gorey, killer vs survivor chases, swearing. Let me know if I missed any!

wc: 1.7k+ / fandom: dead by daylight

a/n: its been so long since I've written for dbd so I hope this is up to standard lol

Killer: Ghostface

The warmth of the fire was almost reassuring, making you forget you were in the realm of the entities. You felt something brush against your bare leg as you made small talk with Kate, causing you to flinch and pull your leg back. However, as the fog crept up your body, the sensation remained. The world went black around you, shivering as it engulfed you as you were presumably transported into the trial grounds.

As your feet were placed on the ground, it felt as if air had been pushed into your lungs. You took a quick look around Coldwind Farms. Shaking your hands to try to calm your nerves, you glance around again, mumbling to yourself, “This is fine, right? I mean, I’ve played a million matches on my PC, so it's fine. This is fine.”

Starting to walk around, you glance down at a small watch on your wrist, thinking ‘when did that get there?’ You shake your head to ignore those thoughts as if anything was possible within the entities' realms. The perks on the watch read, ‘Spine Chill’, ‘Lithe’, ‘Detective Hunch’, and ‘Resilience’. So it seemed just talking to Tapp and Feng had unlocked their teachables, how lucky is that?

Spine chill started to flicker, alerting you that the killer was nearby. Crouched behind a rusted container, you squint through the corn to catch a glimpse of the killer. “Is it a stealth killer? I’m not getting any heartbeat at all.” Just as you mutter that out a shooting pain rips open in your shoulder, a sleek black knife being pulled out of it.

“Ah fuck!” Shouting to no one in particular as you break into a sprint trying to make distance from whoever the hell the killer was. Right now, your biggest worry was your shoulder. Is this the kind of pain every survivor feels every trial?

The heartbeat picks up as you glance around for a jungle gym. Vaulting the window, you can feel the energy to run just a bit harder, just a bit faster. Losing sight of the killer, you crouch down to catch your breath. “Who carries a basic knife and doesn’t have a heartbeat...?” It took a couple of seconds before it seemed to perfectly click. “Ghostface.”

Swearing quietly you get up and start looking around for a generator, attempting to ignore the stinging sensation in your shoulder. Footsteps seem to be getting closer, making your heart race, but once you turn around, it’s only Steve. "Hey, hey! Heal? Please?” Crouching down again as Steve pulls out gauze and some medical tape, making an attempt to heal your wound "Oh don't tell me," Steve looks at you silently, telling you to say what you were going to say, "he's got ruin doesn't he?" As you begin to reactivate the generator with a silent nod, your thoughts are secured.

It takes a few minutes for the generator to roar to life, and a bright overhead light shines on you and Steve. “I’ll be back, go find another teammate!” Running frantically, you follow Elodie's screams, who hasn't been downed yet. As she collapses to the ground, a knife is ripped out of her back, and whimpers of pain escape as Ghostface lifts her onto his shoulders and carries her to a hook.

You hide behind the fire barrel, observing Ghostface as he hooks Elodie. Once again a gut-wrenching scream rips through her and rings out in the trial. Ghostface pays her no mind, though, quickly losing his heartbeat and wandering off into the corn. A small trail of bent corn follows in his path; easy tracking.

You slip Elodie off the hook as she gives a small nod and runs off. Turning your head, you can still see corn stalks being moved. Assuming that’s Ghostface, you follow the trail he’s left behind for you.

The annoyance started to grow ever since you got out of the corn field. You couldn’t find the sneaky fucker!

The pain started to subside in your shoulder as you craned your neck to try to see it, as the stab wound seemed to disappear into your skin. As the nasty scar appears, the pain disappears, only leaving a fuming survivor. “Where the hell is that bastard? I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” stomping around until you see him leaning over a corner, stalking Elodie and Kate.

In a state of panic, you did the only thing that came to mind: make a noise. The pallet slams against the almost boulder-sized rock next to you as you swear you just witnessed Ghostface get whiplash. Letting out a chuckle as Ghostface tightens his grip on his knife, charging toward you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck! I didn’t think this through!” You whine as your legs pick up speed, looking behind to see Ghostface tailing you. Though his steps did seem slower, wasn’t the killer's base speed supposed to be faster than yours? Paying no mind to Ghostface stumbling over his own feet, you run into the Thompson House, the stairs creaking loudly under your weight as you dash up to the roof.

A large hole, seemingly perfectly taken out by the entity, is your only escape choice as he gains ground at an alarming rate. Though Ghostface felt like his mind was running faster than his body, ‘Why the hell can you talk?’ It felt like that question was on repeat ever since the chase started. He had never heard any survivors talk unless they were at the campfire getting ready for a trial. This is game-breaking, isn’t it? I mean, it's got to be? Right?!

Clenching your teeth as you bolt out of the hole in the third-floor roof, praying that the fall wouldn’t be so brutal. On the PC, the survivors always seemed to bounce back without injury when you made them jump off high ledges. Praying that same logic holds up with you, as Ghostface smirks, watching your frame fall out of view pulled down by gravity. “Y/n, such an interesting character.”

Killer: Legion (Frank)

It wasn’t your first rodeo anymore as the fog curled around you, quickly reaching out to grab a med-kit before you were dragged into yet another trial. Your vision goes dark as your body feels weightless, before grounding itself with a shiver.

As your vision clears up, blinking it away, you take notice of the snowy terrain. “Ah fuck, Ormond? C’mon Entity! I didn’t dress for this.” You gesture down to your baggy jeans and crop top.

Gripping the med-kit, you start to wander around, keeping your eyes out for a generator. That was until your heart almost leaped out of your chest as the roar of a killer’s heartbeat drummed into your ears. Panicked, you looked around, hurting your neck in the process as you attempted to find where the killer was coming from and how they got so close so quickly.

“Jeez, was that a wraith with a coxcombed clapper and lethal pursuer?" You grip your chest in an attempt to soothe your heart beating frantically. “God though that was terrifying.” Kneeling down at a nearby generator, you start flipping through gears and switches, hoping that some combination of them will work in your favor.

But once you’re about halfway down the generator the heartbeat picks up, drastically getting closer and closer. Without a second thought, you break into a sprint, trying to run quick enough that your scratch marks would be disappearing by the time the killer got to your generator. You crouch behind a snowman that looks like if you were to lean against it, you’d get frostbite and it would tip over.

Eyes scanning the area where the heartbeat is coming from, you come across an army jacket? Was there a chance that Jeff was in the lobby and you hadn’t noticed? Maybe the killer also has dark devotion, so that would explain why Jeff is carrying a heartbeat with him.

But those thoughts were quickly shattered as the mystery man turned around, adorning a crudely made white mask with red ink smeared on it to look like a smile. You could feel a smile creeping up on your lips as you stared at the Legion's cluelessness. ‘Legion is always so fun to tease. We have to figure out exactly which one it is though. By the looks of it, it ain’t Susie or Joey. Frank or Julie, huh?’

After a couple more seconds of observing the Legion kick a pallet, it was confirmed that it was Frank in this trial. You can tell he is already aggravated by past chases, as no one has even been hit yet and one generator has already gone off. ‘Yikes’

Running out of hiding, you hope that he’ll catch onto your scratch marks quickly. “Hey Frank! Where’s the rest of ya? Come on, you know that I like Susie and Julie better than you! You should have sent them in instead.” You holler back as Frank whips his body around to face the source of the voice.

“The fuck you want, huh? Wanna die?” He yells, tossing his knife in the air as he starts to ferally run towards you. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Panic rose in your throat as you felt like you were going to throw up, feral frenzies always hurt a lot worse than normal stabs or shocks or chainsaws. It was only there to make you suffer, you swore, it couldn’t even down you, so what’s the point of it?! Useless power if you ask me.

Frank could feel his vision start to darken, ‘No, fuck no, not yet.’ He groaned out in anger as he looked down at his knife. His vision darkened for a couple of seconds before he felt able to lift his head and take in his surroundings. ‘Damn no scratch marks…’

He assumed you had walked off to ensure you didn’t leave any way of him tracking you until he heard the grass rustle behind him. “Hey there Frankie boy, care to make this game a little more interesting for me?” You smirk before jabbing your hand into his side ribs, making him groan in pain. “That’s the spirit!” You call out as you start running towards the killer shack.

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tags: @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

#alter writes #fluffy alter #dead by daylight #dbd #ghostface #legion #dead by daylight ghostface #dead by daylight legion #dbd ghostface #dbd legion #ghostface x reader #ghostface fanfic #legion x reader #legion fanfic #dead by daylight fanfic #dbd fanfic #dbd x reader #dbd killer

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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a few days ago i can’t rmr where - i saw a post abt how fanfic pussy was unrealistic bc of how tastes/scents were described and that it ‘stinks’ bad…but id also like to point out that some people are really into scents and musks so it probably does taste or smell good to them and no one is really in the wrong

#i literally saw a tweet about some dude rubbing his girl’s sweat on his dick like #he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t find her scent arousing #and so it probably smells good to him #and the brain alters how perceive things so it probably smells somewhat sweet to him #and also if you ACTUALLY stink badly then u need to be checked out #im going tmi #but i just feel like there’s no need to bash what ppl write lol #n personal if u describe me as stinky im clicking out #LOL #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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ghostbsuter · 5 months

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Danny's relationship with time was a fickle thing.

Sure, the literal being of time is his grandpa, dad, sibling, son?

It was really fickle.

But one thing is clear, he could use it, twist it, and control it for a few chances. With Time's blessing, of course.

And he does so, with every villain, hero, mob boss, vigilante, assassin, and alien he comes across.

If only they'd stopped calling him a speedster. Does it really look like he needs to run to be better?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #danny is tired #hes just being a little shit but it aint funny if they keep calling him the same thing again and again #hes not a speedster!!!#he STOPS tine!#will everyone STOP CALLING THE FLASH!#spoilers: his time altering doesnt work around the speedstars #making them his only weakness #hes a hissy cat and they are running cucumbers trying to corner him #hes havinv none of that

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be-right-bach · 1 year

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can't believe an anime called buddy daddies did not end up being, in fact, just a silly little comedy of two hitmen raising a child together but instead an actual heartwarming, well written show about (re)learning to love and to be loved, about how the meaning of family goes way beyond blood and no matter how unconventional it may be, it's still as perfect and valid because it's yours and you wouldn't trade it for anything else

#it was a silly little comedy #but it was also More than that #and if i CRY #at first i was like haha buddy daddies as a joke but bro i dont think it's a joke anymore #i feel so normal about this anime (no i dont) (it altered my brain chemistry in ways i cannot explain)#yes i do have complaints about certain ~ things ~ of the ending like almost everyone else BUT #that doesn't take away the fact it was a surprisingly well written anime given the topic they chose to work with #like i had no faith At All the first time i read the synopsis lmao but here we are #buddy daddies #miri unasaka #rei suwa #kurusu kazuki #misaki unasaka #kugi kyutaro #edit: if u saw me write heart wrenching instead of heartwarming no u didn't #gonna use my english is not my first language card

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Hi! I love your work! Can you do a Mike + alters, Scott, Alejandro (seperate) x reader where the reader has really bad sensory issues, especially with loud noises, and can have panic attacks from them? if your not okay with writing this then that’s totally fine /gen. it’s important to take care of yourself.

Contestants with reader who gets overstimulated.

Aaa thank u for this request anon! Yes i'm totally comfortable writing this kind of stuff! Thanks for being so kind about it! As an autistic person with really bad sensory issues myself I actually find it a thearputic, lol. Okay enough about me, enjoy!

Mike

dealing with a traumagenic disorder (DID) I would imagine he's honestly kind of in the same boat.

He's no stranger to panic attacks, and is pretty well versed by now in how to deal with them.

The first time it happens though he's sort of an anxious wreck, he's just nervous that trying to help might make it worse, but he doesn't want to leave your side.

He gives you lot's of words of encouragement, and helps you through breathing exercises, and gets you plenty of water.

"It's okay, breathe with me, I'm right here," he assures you gently.

If you require pressure/physical contact during your panic attacks, he's more than happy to give you that.

He gets good at catching them too, he'll always be able to identify when you're about to spiral because of too much noise or too bright lights, and he'll find a quiet secluded room so he can work through it with you.

"Sorry you have to deal with this too," you said, after a particularly bad one, you still felt dizzy, and tears still stained your face, but you had come out of it now, and felt a little guilty.

"Hey don't apologize, I don't mind. Not at all."

He's just very caring with this kind of stuff in general.

Manitoba

Maintoba is similar to Mike, and I would think he likes to carry around a backpack whenever he is fronting (you never know when you're going to run into treasure). So he always keeps noise canceling headphones and a pair of sunglasses in there just for you.

Honestly I headcanon him as the caretaker of the system, so I imagine he's used to caring for people during panic attacks.

He's very observant, probably even more so than Mike, so he's better at avoiding them all together by identifying what situations you can handle and what you can't.

He always does a little research before the two of you go out in the environment to ensure that it doesn't seem loud/bright/overstimulating.

However sometimes these things are just unavoidable, and inevitable.

He'll provide you with whatever physical comfort you require, if any at all.

Anything you need, he's there to get for you.

"Take all the time in the world treasure, I'll still be here," he said.

He's all around good at keeping you grounded, and just good at being there with you.

Svetlana

I would think Svetlana is probably the protector/gatekeeper, most of her comfort comes from her just being fiercely loyal.

She'll be there no matter what, and you take great comfort in that fact.

She's not as good with being traditionally comforting, since it's a little out of her element.

Not that she doesn't try of course, she really cares about you, and she wants that to come across.

(I would think she would panic a little and ask Manitoba and Mike for help from the inner world).

But she would absolutely stay with you, coaching you through breathing exercises, talking to try and distract you.

Eventually if you let her know what you need (be it space, a distracting, physical comfort, quiet, dark) you name it, she will get it for you.

She's much better at caring for you after the panic attack honestly, when you feel really tired and put out, disoriented and just overwhelmed.

"Svetlana's here now to melt all your worries away," she smiled at you once.

She'll almost always bring you home, or take you to a secluded room, and just hangout with you. She'll turn all the lights off and sit in silence with you so you can have basically zero sensory input for a little while.

She'll absolutely stay with you until you feel yourself again.

Mal

Okay things with Mal are a little tricky.

He's for sure a former prosecutor and after a bit of system healing, definitely prosecutor turned protector.

Don't get me wrong though, he can still be a little nasty and snarky sometimes, but he's working on getting better.

Which is why he feels sort of out of his element when he's with you when you're having a panic attack.

He's not good at being comforting, and he barely knows what to do when he has a panic attack, so the first time it happens he completely freezes up.

He might even let someone else front to help you out instead of him.

After a while he gets better at keeping up with your triggers, and while he remains pretty awful at being comforting, he's good at grounding you.

He's glad sometimes that being there is enough sometimes, he doesn't know what he'd do if it wasn't.

"Sorry I can't do more..." he said one day.

You smile at him "You being here is enough sometimes."

Scott

Scott is also somewhat of a wreck I would imagine.

Growing up fairly isolated on a farm he's understandably really rough with being intune with people's emotions, he's not really all that good at reading you. Or anyone for that matter.

The first few times, he's shocked everytime.

What could be making you feel like this? He had no idea.

He would definitely need a list of all of your triggers, you have to tell him what helps you and what doesn't outright. Scott doesn't really like playing guessing games, especially when it comes to your safety and comfort.

Clear communication becomes pretty important for the two of you in all honesty, and the two of you work at it all the time.

Eventually he gets better at serving you during panic attacks, or meltdowns, he knows what to do after a little while.

Again I would think he's really good at protecting, so I think he's super good at keeping people away when he sees you're overstimulated.

"Don't touch them!" he huffed when someone was trying to tap you to get your attention.

Overall, he's really really trying for you, and knowing that is comfort enough.

Alejandro

It's no secret that Alejandro is very intune with people, just one of his many skills.

So he can tell right away from his very first meeting you, any loud noises, bright lights, things like that just don't mix well with you.

He steers clear of them when around you, always guiding you more towards quieter, much calmer and secluded dates.

When driving he turns the music down, and makes sure that all audio input looks like its helping you and not harming you.

Plus I feel like (and this is totally me projecting btw) he would carry around stim toys for you to distract yourself with, and headphones for when things are a lot.

But again, sometimes things just happen, and try as he might to protect you, it's not always possible.

He can always tell when things are getting to be a lot for you, he's good at reading everyone but you in specific.

He's really good at covering for you, if someone is asking where you are, or needs/wants to talk to you when you need to be alone he'll keep them away from you.

He'll spend as much time as you need helping you.

"Are you feeling better mi amor?" He would ask.

"Almost-" you said, voice a little course and shaky "-sorry," you said softly.

"Don't apologize, I don't mind at all."

Alejandro can be really nurturing when he wants to be.

He might deny it, deny it to the ends of the earth but he's very good at taking care of you.

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