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ticklishfiend · 27 days

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Figure Us Out (ATLA)

(lee!zuko /ler!aang and sokka)

A/N : i love atla rn. love zuko. if i encounter an awkward grumpy guy with a redemption arc in media, u bet ur ass i’m going to tickle him

Word Count : 3863

Summary : Zuko still feels like an outsider in their group. Aang and the others are gonna make sure he feels included!

hope u enjoy!!

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“You’re such a liar!” Katara playfully punched Sokka in the arm, drawing a laugh out of him.

“I am not! That’s exactly how it went down, you’re just embarrassed that–”

“I’m not embarrassed–”

“Yeah, and you’re totally not red in the face either.”

“Sokka!”

This was…this was weird.

Before meeting Sokka and Katara, Zuko really thought “being angry at your sibling” was a concept he understood better than anyone. He and Azula fought constantly back at home, it was pretty much just how they communicated with each other. Arguments aplenty, yelling and bickering by the dozen.

But after spending the past few weeks with his new team (the word ‘friends’ still makes him bite his tongue), he’s realized there’s actually two different types of a sibling fight, and one of those types he’s never personally encountered before.

He’s used to spitting insults, deep personal cuts made against your biggest insecurities. Lies and manipulation hidden under sweet smiles so no one around suspects a thing. Most fights were like dances, using careful words and holding back just enough information to make your opponent second-guess themselves. And, of course, an argument was rarely ever had without literal flames thrown around to really drive it home.

But this? This was playful bickering around a campfire just to get under each other’s skin. Lighthearted teasing that showed how well they knew each other. There was love under each jab.

It was sorta weirding Zuko out.

He wasn’t uncomfortable by it, in fact probably the opposite. It made him feel closer to the group that he was included in moments like these. He liked getting to witness how normal siblings are supposed to interact, even if he knows he’ll never truly get to experience something like that himself. Zuko’s accepted his distance with Azula, and honestly it’d probably feel weirder if they did interact like this after everything they’ve gone through.

Honestly, he’s not sure why he feels weird. Maybe it’s because he’s just not as close to them all as they are to each other. Right now, Zuko’s just an awkward outsider that’s sorta-kinda trying to fit in, and fitting in with normal people has never exactly been his strong suit. He’s awkward and stiff and he knows it. And yet, they’ve been so open to him already. Sure, he had to prove he was over his whole ‘capture the avatar to avenge my honor’ phase, but now that he’s over that hump they’ve been super cool to him.

Zuko’s weirdly enjoyed getting to know this group’s dynamics with each other. He’s not entirely sure how he fits in yet, but that’s not even his biggest concern right now. Actually, his biggest concern right now might be that weird look Katara’s got on her face.

“Lying is pretty unbecoming of a warrior, dontcha think Suki?” Katara grinned over at Sokka’s girlfriend, who chuckled into his shoulder,

“Do not get me involved in…whatever this is.”

“Yeah, don’t drag her into this! She wasn’t even there!” Sokka argued very loudly, his usual bickering style. He gripped onto Suki’s arm with a pout, fluttering his eyelashes. “You believe me, right?”

Suki glanced at Katara behind Sokka’s back, and could clearly see her plotting something. Katara grinned like a loon before holding a finger up to her lips. Suki giggled, “Of course I believe you. How couldn’t I believe this face?” She pinched his cheek and Sokka hummed happily. Zuko took another spoonful of soup as he watched quietly, catching on that something was about to happen. He just didn’t know what.

Then, when Katara shoved her hands under Sokka’s arms, Zuko nearly spit his soup into the fire at Sokka’s resounding shriek. Sokka quickly fell into a fit of loud laughter, toppling over his log with Katara following after.

“Admit you’re a liar!” She practically yelled over Sokka’s obnoxiously loud cackling. “Admit it!”

“AH! Ahaha no! You–You’re crahazy!” He sputtered out, shoving at Katara’s hands to no avail.

Zuko felt weird watching this. He’s not unfamiliar with the concept of tickling, but he’s not exactly accustomed to it either. Especially not with family. Sure, Uncle had been known to tweak his sides every once in a while when they were out on their own together, but never anything like this. Zuko took to awkwardly staring into his soup, hoping he’d fade into the background like he usually did at dinner time.

Unfortunately for him, tonight he was sitting next to Aang. Zuko felt an elbow nudge his rib, glancing over to the smiling Avatar.

“Y’know, Sokka’s pretty well-known for exaggerating his stories like, a lot. Katara’s told this story before and he didn’t say a thing then. He definitely deserves this.”

Zuko swallowed some soup. “That seems likely,” he said stiffly. Zuko could feel Aang’s eyes on him at the same time he heard the scuffle quiet down.

“That was…” Sokka panted, “so uncalled for. Did you have to do that in front of Suki? And the fire prince?!” Sokka whined, his hands thrown over his face.

“Hey, if anyone deserves to know how much of a liar you are, it’s gonna be your girlfriend and the new guy,” Katara said proudly, standing up to grab another log for the fire. Sokka grumbled, crossing his arms as Suki wrapped him in a sympathetic hug.

Zuko decided not to acknowledge his mentioning, not sure if he should get involved in this. Apparently Aang felt otherwise.

“Did you and your sister ever play like that?”

Oh. Okay. So that’s what Aang was thinking about.

The crackling of the fire seemed so much louder now that everyone had gone noticeably silent. Zuko found himself staring into it.

Katara shifted uncomfortably. “Aang, maybe we shouldn’t–”

“No no, it’s okay,” Zuko sat his bowl down next to his log. “I understand having questions.”

Aang continued looking at him with those big eyes of his, but Zuko kept staring into the fire. Talking about family wasn’t always the easiest, but felt necessary in gaining more of their trust. They deserved to know this stuff.

“My sister and I have never really been close. We’ve had our…moments. But play was rarely on the table,” Zuko said. “Not when we both had so much on the line.”

Aang pinched his lips together in thought. “So I’m guessing tickle fights were never on the table either, huh?”

Zuko huffed in amusement, finally peeking over at Aang. “No, not really.”

“Wait, so…” Sokka spoke up, curiosity mixed with something else glinting in his eye, clearly excited about changing the subject. “Do you even know if you’re ticklish?”

Toph barked a laugh from her rock stool. “You’re just asking cause you’re tired of being the most ticklish in the group!”

“Hey!” Sokka exclaimed angrily before fixing his face. “Look, first of all, I’m not the most ticklish. We all know that title belongs to Aang,” Sokka nodded towards Aang, who just grinned. “And secondly, being the one that gets ganged up on all the time gets a little unfair when I’m surrounded by frickin' benders, okay?!”

Everyone but Zuko chuckled at that, which brought Sokka’s attention back towards him. “Seriously though, fire prince. Ticklish or no?”

“Um…” Zuko cringed. “I mean, yeah I guess so. Er–Uncle poked me sometimes when we were on the run together, if that counts.”

“Did you not just hear Sokka begging for his life two seconds ago?” said Toph with a chuckle. “That definitely doesn’t count.”

Zuko really wasn’t sure what to say. He’s smart enough to know where this conversation seemed to be heading, and was really unsure how to feel about that. In a poor attempt to evade whatever this was, he pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over them, leaving a spot to rest his head.

While Zuko might’ve been smart enough to sense the direction these questions were heading, Aang was smart enough to sense he didn’t really feel comfortable with it. Not yet at least.

“Sokka, can you tell that story about the saber-tooth moose lion? I don’t think Zuko’s heard that one yet.”

Sokka gasped in excitement, his train of thought successfully derailed. “Foo Foo Cuddlypoops!”

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The next day, Zuko had forgotten all about the attention he got last night. Sure, he thought about it some when he was trying to go to sleep that night. And sure, maybe he clutched onto his midsection a little tighter than usual as he dozed off, thinking about the loud laughter drawn out of Sokka from playful hands. It didn’t…it wasn’t like he was actually thinking about it. Not in any real way. It was just something interesting to ponder on. A sensation relatively foreign to him that would probably make him laugh like he didn’t often get to do so freely. And thinking about the fact that the rest of the group seemed curious if it would work on him was definitely…it was totally nothing, really.

So like–he’s forgotten all about it now. It’s a new day, and Zuko’s got work to do.

He and Aang had been training their fire all morning, and it was finally time for lunch. Sokka had gone fishing earlier, so they all kept to doing their own thing while he cooked over the fire (a fire Aang had lit himself, by the way. Zuko felt a weird sense of pride that Aang was seriously getting the hang of this, and using it in a way he knew would make Uncle proud).

Zuko decided on meditation while he waited. He sat on the ground shirtless, honoring his Uncle as he let the sun warm his skin and settle the fire inside him. Meditation like this seemed impossible to him just a couple years ago, his impatience once too thin and his temper too fraught. But now, it came so much easier. Zuko could feel the sun working wonders in his body, keeping his fire at a healthy state while also giving him time to clear his full mind. It was truly relaxing.

Well, it was relaxing, until he felt a set of hands scribbling at the base of his spine. “GAAHA–!” Zuko was quickly jolted out of his zone with a yelp, arching his back away with flailing arms.

“What the–?!” Zuko whipped his head around to find Toph giggling behind him on the ground. “Toph, what the heck?! Can’t you see I’m meditating!”

“Well duh, Sparky, that’s why I did it,” She wiggled her fingers in the air teasingly with a grin. “You never even saw it coming!”

Zuko couldn’t will the flush from his face. He felt so embarrassed, getting played by a 12 year old girl like that. Zuko groaned into his palm, “Whatever, just don’t do it again. Let me finish before–”

“Lunch is ready!” Sokka yelled across camp, using Suki’s fan to waft the smell towards his friends. Zuko groaned again, scowling at the girl who couldn’t even see him doing it.

“Time to eat, Jumpy,” Toph snickered, getting up and following the smell. Zuko rolled his eyes before throwing his shirt back on and following behind.

For the next 10 minutes the group sat around the smoky logs no longer lit by fire, eating their food and sharing how their days have gone so far.

“Guys, Zuko showed me this really cool firebending trick earlier! I’ll show you once my stomach’s settled,” Aang said excitedly, taking a bite of the berries Katara had scavenged for him.

“It’s actually a pretty complicated move. I was surprised you picked it up so quick,” Zuko said, feeling a little shy. He was finally warming up enough to talk without being addressed first during these meal times, and silently hoped he wouldn’t get called out on it.

“Well, that’s Aang for you,” Katara smiled towards the Avatar. “Actually, it sorta frustrated me when I first started teaching him waterbending. It took me ages to master those skills, and yet it took him no time at all.” She crossed her arms at him, teasing as if it still bothered her after all this time.

“Yeah, I get that,” said Zuko. “I guess it doesn’t bother me as much since I’ve already seen all the crazy stuff he can do with the other elements. It’s not exactly new for me to see him be so…” Zuko waved his hand in the air trying to find the word, but once he did he got a little embarrassed and decided against it. “Well, you know.”

“Nooo, c’mon, what were you gonna say!” Aang grinned beside him, poking his arm. “You were totally gonna say ‘amazing’ right?”

Zuko sported a little grin of his own, peeking an eye towards Aang. “Actually, I was gonna say annoying,” Zuko lied, almost chuckling at Aang’s gasp.

“Ohoh snap!” Sokka giggled, stuffing his face with more fish. “You just gonna take that, Aang?”

Toph suddenly let her stool drop to the ground, the loud bang catching everyone’s attention. “I know how you can get him back.”

Zuko froze, staring nervously her way. Aang caught the look he was giving, and was immediately intrigued.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Aang asked, before Toph leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made them both snicker.

Aang stood up with crossed arms, unable to stop smiling. “You know, I just remembered a certain conversation we had last night about a certain weakness of yours.” Zuko’s eyes widened, his gaze darting around each person to gauge their reactions. They were all smiling, and Zuko felt a nervous twitch at the corner of his own lips.

“Cmon, seriously? I know what you told him, Toph, and that was not what you think it was. You just…surprised me while I was concentrating,” Zuko defended, trying really hard not to smile right now.

“Yeah, tell that to the giggle you let slip,” Toph snickered.

Sokka caught on quickly with a chuckle. “Oh, buddy, you are so in for it now,” he tossed his last bite of fish into his mouth. “Take it from me, it’s best to just let it happen instead of running. If you run now, everybody’s gonna come after you.”

Zuko froze, darting his eyes back to Aang towering over him. The Avatar wiggled his fingers in the air, and Zuko knew what he had to do.

With a groan, Zuko took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks with air, and tensed his entire body. He pulled his arms close to his chest and clenched his eyes closed. He was gonna take it like a champ. A very awkward champ.

But instead of the tickle attack he had expected, he heard everyone around start laughing. He peeked one eye open and saw Aang doubled over holding his stomach through his giggles.

Katara snickered behind her hand, “For a former prince, you really can be such a dork sometimes!” Zuko blushed, untensing his body.

“Sokka told me not to run so–!” Zuko waved his arms around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He sighed behind his hands, feeling warm in the face. “I really don’t get you people sometimes.”

Aang giggled, walking behind Zuko and plopping down. “It’s okay, you’ll figure us out eventually,” he said, before digging his fingers into the back of Zuko’s ribs.

“AH! Ahaha–wait! Aang!” Zuko sputtered out a surprised giggle before pinching his lips closed, squirming and kicking his feet into the dirt. He giggled in his throat, trying hard not to let any sounds escape his lips. Somehow, this was even more embarrassing than Zuko thought it would be.

“Oh cmon, he’s trying to hold it in!” Toph complained, pointing at her ears, “I can’t exactly see your reactions, idiot, I’m gonna need to hear it.”

Zuko shook his head, but it was getting really hard to contain himself when Aang was doing that to his sides. He kept letting out little squeaks and growls, but he could feel his chest was filling with giggles and knew it would be no time before a real laugh leaked through.

“Get his armpits! That always kills you and Sokka,” Katara called out, getting an offended, “Hey, what’s this got to do with me?!” from Sokka.

Aang listened, tickling with so much concentration his tongue poked through his lips. He tried sticking his fingers under Zuko’s arms, but the prince kept them glued tight to his sides. Aang stopped with a chuckle, looking toward the siblings. “He won’t let me in there!”

“I can’t hehelp it!” Zuko complained, but didn’t move from his spot on the log. He panted, relieved for a break, but he could tell Aang wasn’t finished just yet.

“At least try to move your arms away. C’mon, I wanna hear you laugh!” Aang said, giving Zuko a poke to his lower back. When Zuko yelped and arched away, Aang snickered and tried again. And again. And again. Aang kept poking at his back like a typewriter, and Zuko let out the quickest set of giggles before standing up and backing away nervously.

“I–I cahan’t. I really–there’s no way–” Zuko shook his head, embarrassed but clearly having some fun himself. Everyone giggled at his reaction, amused by how ticklish and unable to take it he seemed to be.

“Wait, okay, now I want a turn,” Sokka stood up from his log and walked towards Zuko with wiggly fingers. Zuko shrinked away with a nervous chuckle, his arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Noho way, this is ridiculous–”

“Oh cmoooon! I’ll let you get me back after!” Sokka locked his hands together to beg, “Pleeease Zuko?” He pouted and bat his eyelashes at the boy. Zuko just scoffed and rolled his eyes with a grin peeking at the corner of his lips.

“You are so stupid,” he grumbled. “That’s not gonna work on me. I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Maybe not, but I think I make a pretty good argument. I’m super fun to tickle, right guys?” Sokka looked around the room. Katara shrugged.

“Eh. You’re super loud. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Katara! Help me here!”

“Er–buuuut you do snort like a pig sometimes! That’s pretty funny,” she smiled toward Zuko, who just gave an incredulous look back. “I think you should do it. He’s pretty easy to fight back if you hate it.”

Zuko took a second to think it over. No one launched towards him, no one took him by surprise. Everyone just waited to see if he’d actually be okay with it.

Spirits. Sometimes it’s really annoying how nice this group can be.

With a sigh, Zuko spread his arms out to the side, holding his head up high (but kept his eyes closed for good measure. It’s really embarrassing to look everyone in the eyes right now).

“Alright, yes!” Sokka clapped his hands together, making his way behind Zuko. “Okay, see how long you can keep your arms up for. Aang and I play this game all the time.”

Zuko expected the tickle to come right after, but…nothing happened. He waited a few seconds, and still, nothing. Finally he got frustrated, and peeked his eyes open to see Sokka’s hands floating just above his armpits. Seeing that freaked Zuko out way more than he expected, shooting his arms down with a yelp. Unfortunately for him, all that did was trap Sokka’s hands right where they wanted to be, and they immediately dug into his armpits like no tomorrow.

Zuko shrieked, curling up as much as he could while standing before crumbling into a fit of screechy cackles and giggles.

“Oh man, I wasn’t sure that trick would work on you!” Sokka giggled, his fingertips gently but efficiently digging into Zuko’s underarms with no plan on moving.

Zuko was in stitches. He wasn’t expecting this to be so unbearable, but spirits were his armpits ticklish. He could barely get a word out, pretty much babbling nonsense through his endless laughter.

“Ahaha! W-waahaha! It-It–-gggahaha nohoho!” Zuko cackled, squirming from side to side before crumbling to his knees in laughter.

“Finally!” said Toph, punching Aang in the shoulder happily. “Took you softies long enough to get him actually laughing! If it was me tickling Sparky, he’d probably be in tears by now.”

“And that’s exactly why you aren’t allowed to tickle him,” Katara said, watching the scene with a smile. “Not yet at least. Clearly this is new to Zuko, we don’t wanna run him off when we just got him.”

“St-stahahaha! Ahaha guys!” Zuko rolled onto his back, his body overcome with giggles when Sokka started pinching lightly at his sides.

“‘Guys?’ Don’t look at us, it’s Sokka you’ve gotta bargain with,” Toph teased, popping one of Aang’s berries into her mouth.

“Yeah! What do I get in return for stopping, huh?” Sokka said, pinching upward toward his lower ribs. That got a real good shriek out of Zuko, and everyone around couldn’t help but laugh.

“I-! Gahaha, I dohohon’t–fffaahaha knohohow!” Zuko threw his head back as Sokka tickled all over his ribs, finally grabbing onto Sokka’s wrists and pulling him off. Sokka pulled back with no fight, only giving him another poke in the belly to hear Zuko yelp before sitting back and letting the boy collect himself.

Zuko panted, a stray giggle escaping him as he breathed. He clutched his stomach and threw a hand over his warm face, covering his eyes. He wasn’t sure how he was gonna look everyone in the eyes after that display. Oh spirits, what was he thinking? That was such a bad idea letting them take him out so easily like that. They’ll never take him seriously again, he’s supposed to be Aang’s teacher for pete’s sake, shoot this might be really bad, this might—

“Ohoho man that was awesome Zuko! You lasted way longer than I thought you would!” Aang giggled from above Zuko’s head. Zuko peeked his eyes out and saw Aang holding up a hand for him to high five.

Zuko couldn’t help the little giggle that slipped out at that. The Avatar is so…silly. He groaned and swatted Aang’s hand away, making everyone laugh.

“After you get Sokka back, it’s my turn to play!” Aang straightened his back quickly, making the T-stance with his arms that Zuko held just a minute prior. “I bet I can last longer than you!”

“Pfff-” Toph laughed, slapping a hand on Aang’s shoulder. “Twinkle-toes, your record is currently four seconds without begging. You should probably start thinking your bets through before making them.”

“You can go ahead and have your turn. I’ll get Sokka when he least expects it,” Zuko grinned, sitting up and shooting his attacker a mischievous look. Sokka gulped with a nervous giggle, darting towards Aang to tickle him and change the subject away from himself.

“Ahaha wait! I wahasn’t ready!” Aang cried, immediately crumbling to the floor in a fit of childish shrieks and giggles.

Zuko watched on with a smile he couldn’t wipe from his face. These people were good. They worked with him at his pace. They understood things take time for him, and they’re okay with that.

Zuko can tell they already see him as their friend. He’s starting to think he can see them in the same light.

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meanbossart · 15 days

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Another much overdue ask compilation! Some short-ish lore asks (Gale, Gort, DU drow relationships and pet-companion preferences) and a couple of art/advice ones sprinkled in. THIS IS BY NO MEANS ALL OF MY ASKS so as usual I appreciate everyone's patience!

I actually think he'd give them a pass entirely as soon as he noticed. Correct me if I'm mistaken but half-drow get No love from underdark drow and are usually surface babies right? So that fruit is miles away from the tree lol. I think he generally has a bit of a soft spot for mixed kinds since he himself feels like an amalgamation of sorts.

Thank you! They're kind of a pain in the ass to draw at times for that very reason but man I do like the look 😩if other people like it too then that makes it all worth it!

THAT'S TRICKY TO ANSWER BECAUSE OFTEN TIMES I'M NOT... REALLY TRYING. I've draw a ton of horror comics for mine and my partner's series' SAD SACK and SORTIE, so I think it just comes naturally to me 😅 also I do genuinely find expressive and, uh, rugged faces more attractive? (I think they look rugged, again that's what people tell me at least.)

I think the secret might be adding bits of realism in there. I get a lot of comments about the wrinkles and eyelashes I add to my art, as well as the way I draw individual teeth (though I've lately been making an effort to simplify my style in favor of drawing faster, so I haven't done that as much or in as much detail.)

Both symmetry and the lack of it can also add to that effect. I have employed both facial unevenness and almost point-perfect symmetry to achieve something a little frightening or otherworldly in my work. [MORE UNDER THE CUT]

Thank you so much!!! The contrast is very much intentional, that's what DU drow's character is all about ;)

Hahah well I somewhat doubt Bhaal would care that his spawn gets named, but either way he stripped himself of his name as soon as he killed his foster parents and abandoned the Underdark. He had a drow name that I jotted down somewhere but it's completely irrelevant because nobody has used it since he was a child, and he doesn't remember it (even pre-tadpole/having his brain scrambled.) Here's a little write up about his origins that might shed some more light on that: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739688837431836672/did-drow-ever-have-a-childhood-before-the-temple

And about his original drow-given name and the reason behind it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/741350986692591616/drow-had-to-have-been-given-a-name-by-his-adoptive

Everyone just referred to him as his supposed race, or as Bhaalspawn or Bhaal's child, and any other similar titles. Orin called him "kin" and "brother" and Gortash likely called him his associate. Post-tadpole the camp grows entirely used to calling him "the drow" and he has no desire to change that or to choose a proper name.

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH😭 no reason to be intimidated, I'm just some rando drawing BG3 fan art LOL I've been drawing since I was a child, and started taking it semi-seriously when I was 16 years old, so twelve years ago! That's around the time where I got my first non-display tabled and used that well into my twenties, prior to that I only did stuff on paper and liked to do inks color with pencils. I never really ventured into traditional painting at all except for a little bit of water-coloring in college.

Traditional and Digital art are very much different beasts. Which one you want to start with is, in my opinion, just dependent on what you want to do. Digital art gives you a lot of tools that makes learning easier, but you might find yourself having much steeper of a learning curve if you ever decide to do traditional art instead. If you want to be good at both, you need to practice both, since the skill doesn't entirely translate from one medium to the other.

Naturally you will be able to draw well on either, it's just... Different. I will say though, that I think if you're still learning you should use whatever allows you to look directly at what your hand is doing, so either traditional or display tablet/Ipad. I have no idea what a non-display tablet would do to a beginner, but remembering my experience with it I feel like it might be a huge detriment to developing the skill (feel free to share your experiences in the replies if you disagree, as I would definitely be curious to read them!)

YOU KNOW ME BABY IT WAS MESSY AND COMPLICATED the tldr.: is that they were "buddies", absolutely no romance intended there on either mine or DU drow's part, but due to his nature the friendship was extremely weird.

Here's a couple of replies where I go into more detail about it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739191190871818240/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/744952815768764416/so-not-sure-if-youve-covered-this-but-i-thought

That's definitely reserved for the vamp LOL DU drow very much enjoys when Astarion teases and fusses over him, and while Astarion probably got a kick out of acting that way around such a big and scary looking guy at first, I think by "now" (later and post-game) he's pretty much immune to DU drow's looks and just enjoys doing it in earnest.

He's not at all averse to being touched (even rather intimately) by close friends, but he wouldn't be quite THAT vulnerable with anyone else.

HE REALLY DISLIKED GALE... He irked him out by seemingly fostering a rather persistent romantic interest in him for at least half the time they spent together (very much based on my interpretation of their in-game interactions at the time, though my Gale might have been a little bugged.)

But also they had a... Fairly in depth relationship still? Gale was a staple in my party, and even though I antagonized him constantly by the end of the game it still felt like they had so much weight in each other's lives, if that makes sense. I might need to do a bit of an "update" on the DU Drow/Gale lore sometime, I feel like I've had some thoughts since that warrant more exploration of their dynamic (you can find a lot of old asks about it if you just search the Gale Dekarios tag in my blog though).

The gist of it is that DU drow found him arrogant and duplicitous, his constant optimist irritated him to no end and felt like it veiled a stream of self-pity (two things DU drow despises) Gale's attempts to get through to him only added insult to injury. By the end of the game he decided to pursue the crown of Karsus and this only lost him even more respect in Drow's eyes, seeing as he doesn't value godly power at all.

I was pretty overwhelmed by the game at the start so I actually missed a lot LOL including Scratch. I did get the owlbear cub though, which DU drow gladly welcomed into camp since it was injured - but I think he would have wished for it to remain a wild animal and to return back to it's home after it had grown up a bit. He didn't really make a "pet" out of it more than he just looked after the little guy in the way it's mother might have, probably with Shadowheart's help.

He wouldn't be opposed to proper pets though if one were to stumble into his life. He'd definitely be more of a cat guy because of their independence and strong little attitudes.

It is very hard to build proper rapport with him. He will be "friendly" to most people who have a good sense of humor about them, but friendSHIP is another thing entirely.

I think it's kind of circumstantial. He's very economical in his relationships and doesn't really seek them out at all - so a situation where he's forced to be in someone's company might be the only way to develop a bond with him, as he doesn't appreciate insistence either and that's more likely to push him away. He doesn't value status or titles either (kind of looks down on them really) so that won't help.

I think he just likes people who are true to themselves and their nature, sometimes even if the nature is one he disagrees with at it's core. This is why he liked Gortash, why he and Shadowheart got along so well, and why him and Astarion fit together so seamlessly despite seeming so different. Likewise I think it's why he didn't jive with people like Gale or Wyll, because they seemed to be rather... Dishonest with themselves and their own end-goals.

#ask compilation #DU drow lore #ask

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siphoklansan · 2 months

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In the meantime, have my sister as a TWST wonderland character!

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IRL, my sister and I look pretty alike! But I guess it depends on each person. Some people think we don’t look alike at all while others think we look like twins :O! Our height doesn’t really differ either. I tried to incorporate some of Sippy’s qualities (physical appearance vibes) but my sister and I have completely different aesthetics qwq

Piggybacking from the first point, my sister is a coquette girl. She literally looks like a pinterest girl- like Sabrina Carpenter vibes. If I were to describe her properly, I’d say she’s Princess Aurora but as a brunette!

My sister, we’ll call her Allim, has really long eyelashes (especially the bottom ones like gah dayum) so I made sure to add that in the piece!

She really likes pink and ruffles, so I added those as well! I want her to look pretty and cute without leaning towards Epel’s look, so I made her look kind of like a business woman…coquette style.

Fun fact: her ear rings is what she wears daily irl! It’s a gift from her friend💖

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You guys might notice the Savannaclw Armband. And if you’re wondering, yes, she’s sorted into Savannaclaw!

She’s not in the TWST fandom, but I let her read an analysis of each dorm-sorting-requirements and let her choose which one she’d be most fitting in. I guess it would be Pomefiore because istfg her face card never declines but chile anyways-

Imagine how surprised I was when she said, “I think I’ll be in Savannaclaw☺️” and I’m like WHAT-

Cuz imagine a coquette girl in a place like SAVANNACLAW NJDHDSUHFSUBVOSII THE THOUGHT OF IT IS SO FUNNY TO ME😭 Just a brunette Aurora walking in with bulky beastmen running laps around the dorm n shit. But I do believe that she fits that dorm. Just…not aesthetically💀 She was in the R.O.T.C once so I think she’d do pretty well knowing the dorm.

I initially wanted to draw her with the dorm uniform but BY GOD IT IS NOT COQUETTE GIRL FRIENDLY. I’ll draw that one day once I figured out the design </3

She’s really good at cooking and has a main business; she sells cookies! Her slogan is “Cookie 20 Brownie 25” in Thai. That’s why she says it in the second panel of this post! Her cookies sell out within 3 days at MAX. She has an online shop in shoppee but only sells within the country at the moment :,))

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #☂︎︎siphok-museum☂︎︎#idk what to say #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #twst grim #i didn’t check for typos (as usual) so if there are any spelling mistakes i apologize #woop woop

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miioouu · 3 months

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Hehhe🥴💕

Ghost with temperature play tho🥴💕(i think its temp play or kink but whateves its the same thing, i think??)

This request reminds me of the time when I used to write anime smut and I'm here for it!!! Also after some thorough research ;) I have concluded that yes, temp play and kink are the same. Anyway, hope you enjoy it, thank you for blessing us with your unholy thoughts bbg!

Tw: smut, temperature play, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, fem reader

The room was hot, sweat drops running down your spine and your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was blazing, scorching even…

The chuckle coming from between your thighs didn’t help the situation either. His warm eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes. “What is it, love? Are you feeling hot?” He’s mocking you, for sure. And you wonder why he even bothers asking you this question, Simon would never let you talk back. In fact, he likes your silence, maybe that’s why he has his glove shoved deeply into your mouth, your drool coating it, dripping down your chin.

The room was hot, like a sauna, honestly what did you expect when your latest mission is right in the middle of the desert. Luckily though, your captain isn’t cruel enough to let you die from a heat stroke, the place he rented for you has perfect air conditioning. But your lieutenant on the other hand, he’s nasty and dirty. “Turn on the AC? We’re in the military sergeant, you should be able to handle heat” And that’s true, and you usually were perfectly fine sweating in the dry sandy air, but usually he wouldn’t have his tongue swiping at your slit, sliding between your folds to have a taste of your arousal. Usually, you wouldn’t have to hold your breath, be scared of letting out a sound, afraid that your comrades next door would hear. He took pity on you, the moments your eyes flutter, your fingers grasped his, gosh you’ve always been so beautiful to him, but something about seeing you almost slip out of conscience as you body sticks to the sheets with perspiration has really got him thinking of you as a the most beautiful angel that has ever graced the surface of the earth. “Ah, relax… I know a way to cool you down, love” He’d murmur against your soft thigh before straightening up. His hand quickly found the mini fridge, a smirk adorned his face when he saw the tray of ice cubes, that’ll definitely cool you down. He slipped one between his lips, letting it melt on the tip of his tongue slightly before going back to the place where he belonged; between your legs.

The ice cube, now a little smaller, falls from his mouth, placing it right above your bundle of nerves. The contrast between your hot body and the glacial crystal has you arching your back and a whimper of his name choked itself out from between your lips. This reaction earned you a chuckle from the man above you, his eyes shining in mischief, trying but failing to feign innocence as he kisses your inner thighs, slowly, coldly, making his way to your drenching core. Tongue still frozen, he swiped it between your folds, tasting you had him humming out loud. “You always taste so good, love.” His compliment is mumbled against your skin as he’s still sloppily making out with your heat. He sucks on your clit, the tip of his tongue draws languid circles, making sure to always add a little more pressure to that place that would usually have you hiccuping for air. His lashes flutter shut, enjoying your arousal a little too much, his nails dig in the soft flesh of your thighs. Enjoying you a little too much, his hips grind against the mattress below him. Enjoying the way you tremble and shake beneath him, not even his glove can restrain your whines for more, he can almost hear your voice in his head “More sir! Please, please, I need more, more than just your tongue” The memory has him moaning, the vibration of it making your toes curl.Oh you were so close, and he knew it.

The ice cube now long melted, the cold water running down your thighs, spilling on the sheets and whenever your skin ever so grazes the drops, it sends electricity through your body. “Still hot, hmm?” Simon teases, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance as he sees the desperation in your teary eyes. He pulls away for a minute, finding the tray again, and it isn't Ghost if he gives you warnings, right? Where's the fun in that? With that he dumps the rest of the ice cubes onto your stomach, relishing in the way you quiver and squirm, a proud smile drawn on his face.

Quickly, his hands still cold, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, he hovers above you, face mere inches away from yours “What? Are you feeling cold now, sergeant? Don't worry, I've also got a way to deal with this too…”

#ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod x reader #call of duty #smut #female reader

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frummpets · 6 months

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pls indulge me in my silly AU idea. i just wanted to draw huli jing SY, Bingge was just a bonus 😊

SY exchanged himself for SJ's freedom

he has a collar made of LBH's blood that stops him from fully transforming into a fox

LBH took SY's legs so he can never leave (i just didn't want to draw feet)

✦ TWITTER VERSION

other stuff i haven't quite decided about the au yet:

is SY here a product of transmigration or was he originally a part of this world? ▶︎ who knows. either way, he's with Bingge now 🤭🤭

is SJ related to SY? does that mean SJ is secretly a huli jing? ▶︎ i have no idea. is SY his brother? his pet? a special friend 👀👀👀?

why does SY have glasses? that's very anachronistic of you. ▶︎ i wasn't planning anything when i came up with the AU, i just wanted to draw myself some SY in fluffy fox ears. and his face looked naked without his glasses. we can chalk this one off to an airplane thing.

did LBH ever encounter SY before/when he was still a QJ disciple? ▶︎ maybe?? all i want is a morally dubious relationship with very much uneven power dynamics; i didn't really think beyond what was happening to them in their current timeline

my favorite thing: white eyelashes

@lady-dysnomia u are a legend for this

#svsss #svsss au #huli jing shen yuan #fox shen yuan #shen yuan #luo binghe #luo bingge #frummpets art #my art #tomato patch #svsss fanart #binggeyuan

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gritsandbrits · 9 months

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Hazbinverse Salt: Stella

Okay I finally gathered my thoughts about why, as a swan aficionado, I dislike Stella's design so much. I'm also going to point out what I would change.

Too much going on while bland at the same time:

On first glance it looks good enough but the more I think abou the more I start to scream internally

So many feathers, face is cluttered, isn't very regal, even her arms (why not make the gloved full length?)

Dress is TERRIBAD

Honestly the design tries so hard it ends up boring

Except for feathers and color palette her design doesn't reflect her basis very well

HER NECK IS TOO SHORT

Either make the dress solid with less feathers and keep the "hair"

Or you could keep the feather dress and make her hair shorter in length

Alternatively turn the hair into a bridal train to symbolize her purpose

Also if her (assumedly full-blood) brother is a peacock wouldn't it make more sense for her to be a peahen?

Eh I'd make her a mixed species; and also include peafowl feathers as part of the dress or an accessory

Long hair + big ass lashes + crown = cluttered face

Again I would shorten the hair length or style it differently

SHORTEN THOSE EYELASHES

Somebody pointed out that her lashes are so long they literally blend into to the background

Change the eyes back to pilot's blue to match Andre & pop out from all the pink&purple

Silhouette isn't very regal

For someone groomed to be royalty she doesn't look like it

HER NECK IS TOO SHORT WHERE'S THAT GRACEFUL S SHAPE SWANS ARE KNOWN FOR

Amp up the design to be Victorian/Edwardian inspired: that's when circuses really blew up in popularity; fits the circus theme of Hazbin

Some historical refs I found

See one of them even has feathers!

Instead of a gradient top make it a solid color and the top layer of skirt the same color; end with a gradient or keep it solid

Change the bottom layer to a lighter purple or pink

Lack of dark colors makes her evil less conspicuous

Probably stripes or a star pattern her name means star after all

Keep the short sleeves

The more evil Stella grows the darker her palette becomes; maybe more plums and maroons with hot pink

Cluttered Face AND hair = mess

See above

Again I'd keep the head hairless and change the eyes to short lashes and blue orbs

If Goetia shouldn't she have celestial motifs?

Have a star shaped crown or jewellery

Make her palette sunset themed

Since Stella means star have her wear solar themed clothing at times

at least SOME heat based power to contrast her brother's ice; since she is demonic royalty I guess she should have some magical power

Having a bit of power shows that she is more of a threat than given credit for; justifies why she's an equal match for Stolas

IT FITS HER PERSONALITY

Adds a sense of tragedy: her power never recognized for their potential due to outdated ideals of hell

Which in turn legitimizes Charlie's crusade; changing Hell for the better would prevent future situations like Stella

Tragically, Stella succumbs to her flaws instead of growing out of them; tragic, complex villain instead of a cartoon caricature for wittle ol' woobie owl to overcome

Aaaand that's about it. I might draw my dream look for Stella. I think as someone who's supposed to be a villain she should've had a way better design. The Pretty Pink Princess turns out to be a total witch. Cool concept, uncool execution.

#stella salt #stella goetia #helluva boss critical #hb critical #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss salt

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some-little-infamy · 23 days

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Tommy, Bothered and Bewildered

(Read on AO3)

Tommy isn’t sure what to expect when he knocks on Evan’s door and asks if they can talk, he just knows that he has to say something, because things can’t keep going on the way that they currently are.

He’s seen the friendship that Evan and Eddie have, and he has his suspicions that it might run deeper than anyone else knows about, at least on an open level. That isn’t something he’s willing to get in the middle of.

But he doesn’t want to stop spending time with them, either. He wants to teach Evan how to fly, and grab that beer with him sometime. He wants to keep going to fights with Eddie and spend some more time around that great kid of his.

None of that is going to happen if he doesn’t clear the air about the building tension they’re all feeling. In a way, he’s glad it all came to a head at the basketball game. That gave him an excuse to bring it up without feeling weird about it, like he was assuming anyone cared about him any more than they did.

“Can I get you something? I still owe you a beer, right?” Evan offers.

“No, I’m good. I won’t stay long. I just wanted to clear the air and I didn’t want to do it over the phone or in a text or something,” Tommy waves the offer off. He has a shift after this, anyway. But the truth is that he wanted to see Evan. He wanted to be here, to look him in the eyes, and swear that he knows what Eddie means to him. Promise that he never meant to get in the middle of that.

Of course, there’s more to it than that. Tommy would be lying if he didn’t admit to himself that he hated having to turn down that first offer to go out for drinks, even if his plans for the fight in Vegas were huge, because honestly? If he knew the offer would be on the table he would’ve given up the tickets in a heartbeat. There’s just something about Evan that draws him in, that makes him want to know more.

But that isn’t why he’s here, not really.

They have the talk, awkward at moments but a relief in the end. Tommy apologizes, and surprisingly, Evan takes full ownership of the way he reacted as bad behavior on his part. Tommy doesn’t know much about Evan, but he feels like he knows enough to know that that’s a pretty big deal for him to admit.

“I mean it’s not like I could ever replace you. Christopher would absolutely have something to say about that. That kid cannot shut up about you,” Tommy tells Evan. What he doesn’t tell him is that Christopher didn’t shut up about him because Tommy practically barraged the poor kid with questions, trying to get anything he could about what Evan likes to eat, or what he does on his days off, or what music he listens to. Fortunately and unfortunately, the answer to all of that is usually whatever Christopher asks for, which unfortunately left Tommy with little useful information, and fortunately left him even more endeared with Evan.

Then everything happens so quickly. Evan moves closer to him. He jokes about fake mouth static. They’re laughing, and sharing looks, and… Jesus, did Evan’s eyelashes just bat at him?

“I just wanted to get to know you,” Evan says finally, and Tommy’s breath stops entirely.

“Yeah?” Tommy tries, and fails, not to sound surprised. He thinks he made it pretty clear he wants to get to know Evan - the hangar tour, the raincheck on drinks, the fact that he drove all the way here today for a conversation that absolutely could’ve been a text - he isn’t hiding anything. He just hadn’t been so sure about Evan’s side of it until now.

And then the talk circles back around to Eddie. Eddie’s great. He’s a good guy, they have a lot in common, and yeah, they’re pretty good friends… but that’s it. Eddie’s in a relationship, and as far as Tommy is aware, straight. Tommy wouldn’t even think about seriously flirting with him, would never dare to cross that line. But with Evan…

There’s no doubt in Tommy’s mind now that Evan was flirting with him back at the hangar. He asked for a tour when he wasn’t seriously planning on learning, the hopeful look in his eyes when he asked Tommy out for drinks… there was something there and it killed Tommy to not be able to explore right away. He’d hoped…

…and there it is again. That damned hope.

“Just… trying to get your attention has been kind of exhausting.”

“My attention?” He thought… well, he suspected, wondered really… but maybe he was just reading too much into Evan and Eddie’s friendship.

Buck is rambling now, mentions of maiming his best friend and talks with his sister, but Tommy barely processes any of it before making up his mind on what he wants to do next. He drove here, across town before a shift, through Los Angeles traffic, not just to see Evan, but to see what potential relationship - friendship or otherwise - Tommy could salvage after everything that went down.

Tommy closes the small space between them, giving Evan just enough time to back away. He brings two fingers under Evan’s chin to lift it, and when there’s no resistance Tommy leans in and kisses him. He waits, reading every push and pull of the muscles under his touch, but Evan only leans into the kiss, bringing his own hand up to Tommy’s arm.

When Tommy pulls away and takes in the look of astonishment on Evan’s face, he knows he made the right decision.

So when Tommy has to leave - and he has to leave, because if he goes in for a second kiss he isn’t sure there’s any force in the universe that would be able to pull him away with enough time to get to his shift - he makes sure Evan knows that he wants to see him again. And again. And again.

Starting with Saturday.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #tommy kinard #evan buckley #kinley #kinkley #bucktommy #i just love them a lot your honor #and we desperately need more tommy pov content #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Could you do something where Gojo is jealous? Possibly smut? Or whatever you want.

Gojo x Reader Jealousy

I wanted to make this more fluff but maybe I’m bad at fluff? I hope you like it either way.

“Fuck.” Was the first thought that sprang into your mind when you saw him from across the room. Even though you couldn’t see Satoru’s eyes you knew him well enough to know that anger was written all over his face. Not that it was your doing, you couldn’t help if some random dumb guy was gunna flirt with you. You definitely weren’t reciprocating. However, you really didn’t want him to cause a scene. And knowing your boyfriend, there was a strong possibility that could happen”

“Hey babeeee.” Satoru says, drawing out his words. He’s come up beside you and immediately puts his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Who’s your friend.” He asks, eyeing this guy over his sunglasses.

“Names Takami.” The irritation in Takami’s vpice wasn’t a good sign. If he knew better, if he knew Satoru Gojo, he would know not to piss him off. But he didn’t. He wasn’t a part of your world.

“Well, Takami.” Satoru was in his face now. “This is MY girl you’re trying to talk to. I’ll be nice and give you one chance to fuck off.” You look at Takami with pleading eyes, you couldn’t handle Satoru starting a scene.

“I was just being nice. She was all alone, just wanted to offer her a drink.” Takami says, puffing out his chest. Why were men like this? You thought.

“Interesting, considering she already has one. That I bought her. Now didn’t I tell you to fuck off.” Satoru was in his face now. Which wasn’t good. He was probably at the least 5 inches taller than this guy. You looked at Takami with pleading eyes. “Whatever. I don’t need to deal with this.” He said as he grabbed his drink and walked away.

“Let’s go home. This bar sucks anyway.” Satoru said grabbing your hand in his and leading you to the door. The car ride home was quiet. Music was blaring and Satoru was singing along to every song, like he always did.

“Toruuu why you gotta get all macho man like you did” you ask once you’ve settled into his apartment, throwing a hoodie of his over your head.

“Because baby I was jealous. I don’t like seeing other guys try to hit on you.” He gives you a sad look, peering over his sunglasses at you and pouting. “You’re too pretty, I have to keep them away somehow.”

You roll your eyes. He was such a baby sometimes, a big man baby. But you had to admit, whenever he got jealous or territorial like this you couldn’t help but internally enjoy it, not that you’d ever tell him.

“I could handle it. I respectfully told him thank you and I had a boyfriend when he asked to buy me a drink.” It truly was a small interaction, took less time than Satoru was in the bathroom for.

“I know you can handle it. But I want to handle things for you, you’re my precious little pumpkin can’t let anyone else have you.” he smirks.

“You’re such a…” you start to say.

“Wonderful boyfriend who protects you from asshole creeps and is super handsome?” he cuts you off, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You hit him with a couch pillow and giggle.

“Oh Toru, you definitely are all those things. I can’t ever stay annoyed at you.”

“I know. You could never! It’s impossible to resist my charms.” he pulls you in closer, wrapping you up his big arms. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the litter patter of his heartbeat.

“Yeah. Oh how charming you are Saturo Gojo.” You reach up to give him a peck on the lips. “You’re my knight in shining armor. Protecting me from all the evil doer men at all the bars.” You laugh, snuggling in closer to his chest. Feeling the warmth of him and inhaling the all too familiar but comforting scent. “Let’s watch a movie Toru.”

“Let’s. But only if you let me cuddle you the whole time.” He says leaning down and placing kisses all over your face.

“Of course Toru. I couldn’t think of anything better to do.”

#gojou satoru x you #saturo gojo #gojo x reader #saturo gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu maiden #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo

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catt-leya · 1 year

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The One (18+) || Rick Grimes

I dared to try a softer fic for you (I kinda needed it too) 👉🏼👈🏼💗 I hope you like it 💗

Summary: You would like to sleep with Rick and lose your virginity. But Rick is afraid not to be the right one.

Trigger: age gap (everyone is of age), some sweetness and my smutty stuff

There is a soft knock on my window and I look up from the book I was reading.

I slide off my bed and place the book on my dresser.

I quickly adjust my sleep shorts and open the window, "You're late."

Panting and grumbling, Rick props himself up on my windowsill and heaves himself into my room.

I quickly look down at the street and when I can't see anyone, I close the window and turn to face my visitor.

Groaning, he stretches out, "I'm getting too old for this."

Laughing, I look up at him, "Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

Grumbling, he brushes his boots off his feet and walks towards my bed to drop onto it, "You try loitering outside the house after a long day until your dad goes to sleep and then climbing up the wall to the 1st floor like an extreme athlete. Oh and my excuse why I am late: I fell asleep in the bush waiting for your dad."

Completely exhausted, Rick lies on my bed and I climb up next to him.

Sitting cross-legged, I place my hands on his chest and draw little circles with my fingers, "I'm sorry. I don't know what else he was doing in the kitchen for so long either."

Grumbling, he agrees and a smile steals back onto my lips, "We could just tell him."

I knew that would make him wide awake and he tears open his beautiful blue eyes, "Holy shit, no darling. You know damn well he'd kill me for dating his little girl. In case you've forgotten: I'm older than your dad, darling."

Chuckling, I put my hands on his shoulders and push myself onto his hips so I'm sitting astride him, "It was just a joke."

Eventually we would tell my dad, but the right time has yet to come.

When Rick arrived here in Alexandria with his group, I had been living here with my father for quite some time. Due to the fact that my mother passed away after I was born, it was always just my father and me. As a result, I grew up very sheltered, and even now that I'm a young woman, he wants to protect me from everything.

Even from Rick.

In the beginning, I became friends with Rick and I never really noticed how old he actually was because I felt comfortable with him.

The longer we spent time together, the more I fell in love with him and also told my dad more about Rick. Since my father is extremely attentive, he immediately noticed how infatuated I am with our leader and the conversation that I then had to have with him was anything but pleasant.

But what he discussed with Rick the next day was on a new level.

Up until that point Rick didn't even realize that I had a crush on him and then when my dad was talking man to man and telling Rick that "he should keep his hands off his little girl" and "he would cut his balls off if he even thought about sleeping with me".

Rick realized why I was always batting my eyelashes so exaggeratedly and why I kept grabbing his arm.

Up to that point, he never looked at me the way my father described, but then he couldn't think of anything else.

Every time I bent over, he couldn't help it and stared at my butt.

Every time I laughed about something he said, his heart couldn't help but do a little jump.

He swore he would never look at me that way or touch me at all, which clearly didn't work, seeing now how he puts his hands on my waist and looks up at me lovingly, "I'd climb to the 2nd floor for you too."

Chuckling, I ask, "Really?"

Playing agonized, he closes his eyes, "But please don't move your room."

Almost every night for weeks, Rick has climbed into my room through my window so that my father wouldn't notice that we both have skillfully ignored his warnings and are getting closer and closer to each other in my small room.

Slowly I bend over until I can lie on his chest and interlock my fingers under my chin on his chest.

From underneath I look into his face, "Rick?"

Questioningly, he looks at me, "Yes?"

I slide around a little on his hip and he grips me tighter to keep me from squirming, "Just lie still, please."

I bite the inside of my cheeks and notice how my hands get sweaty.

Rick has been coming to my room for weeks and we talk for hours, and in the end he holds me in his arms until I fall asleep cuddled up to him, but nothing more ever happens.

Every now and then we kiss, but even that is rare, let alone him touching me in any way that would be suggestive.

Rick is my first steady boyfriend and I actually have no idea at all how to seduce him, or if I'm even teasing him in that way.

That's why I set out to ask him about it, which is easier in theory than execution, when he looks at me this way and asks, "Darling? Is everything okay?"

Out of habit, I slide around on him again until Rick pulls me up firmly so that I'm sitting on his stomach and my face slides into his neck.

An "Uf" slips from my lips.

Confused, I sit up and Rick mutters, "Sorry. That was a little harsh, I know."

I shrug my shoulder and sigh softly, "It's okay. I wanted to ask you something."

Lovingly, he smiles up at me and I put my hands to his cheeks to play with his beard, "You can ask me anything you want."

Slowly I nod and gently tug on a gray hair, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

I'm not even done asking the question when Rick chokes on the air he inhales and his whole body shakes with coughing, "What?"

His voice is raspy and still he gasps for air, "Why are you asking me that?"

Embarrassed, I disengage my hands from his beard and nervously reach for the hem of my shirt.

It's not that I thought he was going to throw me on my back and take me right away, but that horror in his voice puts a serious damper on me.

I fight back tears as I say softly, "I don't know…you never try anything…and…I don't know…don't you want me that way?"

Gently, his hands slide to my thighs and I feel the cool metal of his wedding ring on my skin as he answers hoarsely, "Of course I'd sleep with you."

I dare to look him in the eye again, "Then how come you never touch me like that?"

Sighing, he presses the back of his head into the mattress, "I do touch you, darling."

In the dim light of the candle on my nightstand, I could swear his cheeks are flushed, restoring some security myself, and I rest my hands flat on his chest, "Never like you want to have sex with me. If you don't want me like that, then you need to tell me, Rick."

His hands slide to my hips and his body tenses beneath me as he murmurs, "I'd be your first."

Irritated, I frown.

I told him weeks ago that I've never slept with anyone before, and he's my first boyfriend, too.

At the time, he didn't seem to mind and I just assumed that Rick would eventually take my virginity.

I thought I would just have to wait until I was ready and he would initiate something, but I have been ready for a long time and he treats me more respectfully than he has to.

So I don't understand what he's getting at, "Yeah? I told you that weeks ago."

He finally looks at me again and sighs softly.

That's as far as I get before he gently pushes me lower on his hip again, pressing the bulge of his jeans against me.

Surprised, I tear my eyes open, "Oh."

I watch very closely as his cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as he says softly, "I didn't mean to pressure you, and believe me, it really wasn't easy to hold back when you're always pressing your ass against me at night, darling."

It's the first time I've felt myself getting a man hard.

Rick tries to pull me back up, but I shake my head, "Don't."

His lips open slightly and I say softly, "I've never felt pressured by you before and I've never asked you to hold back."

The longer my crotch is pressed against his cock, the bigger the bulge becomes and I can see in his eyes how he forces himself not to move, "I don't want you to end up regretting anything. Our relationship isn't the showcase relationship you might want it to be and in a few weeks you won't feel like getting groped by an old guy and you'll wish I had never fucked you. Maybe you'll hate me that-"

I quickly put my hand over his mouth and stop him from saying any more crap like that: "Wow, where did you come up with that? Have I ever given you the feeling to be ashamed of you? I don't give a damn how old you are and to be clear now: I want to sleep with you. Only with you and no one else."

Firmly I press against his hardness and his fingers dig into my hip, "Darling-"

His voice is muffled by my hand and I undercut him again, "Just shut up and do what you want to do. If it gets to be too much or I just don't want to do it anymore, I'll tell you. I promise."

The uncertainty in his eyes is so unfamiliar that I feel like I'm taking his virginity, even though I'm the one who has absolutely no idea what to do.

Slowly, I release my hand from his mouth and look down at him, waiting.

The shadows of the candle surround his face and the light conditions with the blush on his cheeks make his beard look almost completely snow white.

I can't take my eyes off his beautiful face and instead lean over him to kiss him softly on the lips, which he barely returns and I whisper against it, "Rick?"

Slowly I move my hips and grind against him and he squints his eyes and softly breathes my name.

Again I press my lips to his and this time he returns the kiss.

Rick was my first kiss, too, and because even that comes up pretty short in our relationship, I wouldn't say I'm good at it.

But Rick has never complained either and that's why I always try to copy what he does.

As I gasp for a moment, Rick looks at me languidly, "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, "Yes, please."

For a brief moment he just looks at me, as if searching for doubt in my face, before lifting me slightly and spinning us around on my bed so that he's lying between my legs.

I get lightheaded at the feeling of his weight on me.

Of course, he's been close to me before, but never like this.

Not like this, with his hips resting between my legs and me pressing my breasts against his chest with every breath.

To the left and right of my head, he props himself up and looks down at me uncertainly: "Are you okay?"

My heart hammers in my chest and I place my shaky hands against his cheeks, "I don't know what to do. I have no idea what to do to make you like it."

I'm sure Rick will make me more than happy with his experience, but I want him to like it too, and I don't want to lie under him like a dead fish or do something that would completely ruin the evening.

Smiling, he lowers his head and grazes my earlobe with his lips.

My whole body is electrified as he whispers, "You can do whatever you want and I'll like it. You just have to breathe, darling."

Trembling, I take a deep breath and my breasts press against his body again.

My gaze is fixed on the ceiling above us as he kisses me behind my ear and then works his way down my neck.

I can't deny that he clearly knows what he's doing and then when he finds my sweet spot, I moan his name.

Immediately he lets go of me and I stare at him, thinking I've done something wrong, but he merely grins boyishly, "I've always wanted to hear that."

A hand of his slides over my body and he places his hand on the bare skin of my stomach, exposed by my shirt riding up, "But you have to be quiet, yeah?"

Meekly, I lower my eyes: "I'm sorry. It just feels so new."

The bed beneath me shakes slightly as Rick rolls off me and stays on his side beside me, "Hey, you don't have to apologize. I just don't want your dad to suddenly show up at the door because you called my name, darling."

He releases his hand from my stomach and reaches for my chin to bring my lips back to his.

Rick is so close to me that my arm is pressed to his chest and I want to turn to face him, but he slips his tongue into my mouth and releases his hand from my chin to rest it on my sternum and push me back onto the mattress.

I'm only noticing all of this in passing because I'm far too taken up with the way he's kissing me, completely claiming me.

The pressure he exerts almost drives me out of my mind and the fact that my skin will be all sore from his beard tomorrow doesn't matter to me at all.

The kiss is anything but innocent and I'm sure my father would go completely nuts if he could see Rick practically impregnating his little girl with his mouth.

I force myself to comply with Rick's instructions and not groan, which proves to be damn hard and my body begins to shake with suppression and excitement.

Then when I feel his fingers on the waistband of my sleeping pants, I can't suppress the whimper, "Rick."

His lips hover a few inches from mine and he tugs lightly on my waistband, "Is that okay?"

I'm completely breathless and I can see the excitement in Rick's eyes that he must see in mine as I breathe, "Yes, please."

My head falls back onto the mattress and I look down my body to see his hand slowly disappear under my waistband and he touches me over the fabric of my panties in my most intimate place.

Jerking, I thrust my hips towards him and my mouth hangs wide open.

He's barely touched me and yet I jerk my head around to him and yip, "More."

Smiling, he looks at me and makes a few motions over the fabric that almost make me beg.

But he leans in and kisses me softly on my open mouth, "Are you sure?"

Where I'm sure is that he's just teasing me with the question, but I don't care enough to groan softly and wrap a hand convulsively around the forearm that rests heavily on my stomach, "Rick, please."

Again keeping his gaze fixed on me, he murmurs, "As you wish, darling."

Agonizingly slow, he pulls the fabric of my panties aside and as his fingers touch my wetness, he moans softly, "Fuck, you're so wet."

Blinking, I look into his blue eyes and gasp softly, "Do you like me that way?"

Slowly he slides a finger inside me and my upper body comes off the bed.

I've done it myself sometimes, and especially on the days when Rick couldn't visit me in the evenings.

But never has it felt like Rick's hand between my legs and I barely catch him whispering in my ear, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

After a few thrusts with his hand, he slides a second finger inside me and I squint my eyes and press my free hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds, which now slip uncontrollably over my lips.

With his thumb he circles my clit and presses now and then directly on it, which almost brings tears to my eyes.

I'm no longer in control of my body and know full well that Rick is resting his head on one hand, watching me as I pathetically try to grind against his hand to get more from him.

Just when I think I'm not going to be able to take it much longer, he slides a third finger inside me and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

My breathing is erratic and I am a whimpering and moaning mess as I feel my entire abdomen tighten.

Rick must feel me tighten around him because he says softly, "Just let go, darling."

Reflexively, I move closer to his chest and when he presses on my clit again with his thumb, I'm done.

I push through my body and my toes dig into the bedding beneath us.

Again and again I tense around Rick's fingers, which don't stop thrusting into me over and over again, and I notice tears coming out of my eyes.

As my body relaxes, breathing heavily, I open my eyes and look back at my boyfriend, who looks at me as if I were the most adorable thing in the whole world.

Slowly he pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth.

I just stare at him as he licks them and feel like I could cum again at the sight.

Hoarsely, I bring out, "That was amazing," which makes Rick grin again and he kisses a tear from my cheek, "If you're already reacting that strongly to something like that, I'm dying to see what happens when I do you right."

Like one dying of thirst who has found water, I throw myself at him and press my lips firmly to his.

At first he's surprised by my force, but when he regains his composure, he returns the kiss and pushes me back onto my back.

His hair falling in his face tickles my cheeks and I gasp loudly, "Sleep with me."

I feel his hard cock against my leg, but still he says softly, "I didn't mean it like that. We can just leave it at that today if you want."

I bravely slide my hand between us and stroke the fabric of his jeans over his cock.

Immediately he pushes it further towards me and apologizes.

Gently, I smile at him, "I'm ready, Rick. If you want it too."

Shortly he just looks at me before he pushes away from me and I look at him confused, but he only stands up to take off his shirt.

My eyes are glued to his hands, which are exposing more and more skin piece by piece and I feel like I'm seeing him bare-chested for the first time.

I don't care that I'm staring at him and he does the same, as I am pulling my sleeping shirt over my head a lot more inelegantly than he does.

Completely motionless, I watch him unbuckle his belt and then lean over me, "Lift your pretty ass up, darling."

Never has his voice been so deep and rough as it is with these words.

It drips with arousal.

Immediately I do as he asks and allow him to remove my pants including panties.

Naked I lie in front of him on my bed and he lets his eyes glide over me with pleasure.

Every single inch of my skin he touches with his gaze and when he looks back into my face he says reverently, "To me you're perfect."

A lump forms in my throat and all I can do is watch him take off his pants and then his boxers.

Rick's no bodybuilder, but the muscles that point the way to where I need to look are clearly there, and I follow the signposts.

And how I follow them.

It's the first time I've seen a man completely naked and as I consider what I'm about to have inside me, I break out in a cold sweat.

Rick's fingers inside me was already quite tight and unfamiliar, but to take this thickness inside me seems almost impossible.

Quietly, his voice comes through to me: "Darling? Look at me, please."

Lazily, I look into his eyes and have to marvel as I see his cheeks take on a slight pink hue as well, "Do you trust me?"

Slowly I nod, "Yes, Rick."

He then moves back towards my bed and pushes himself over me so I can feel his hardness against my thigh.

Without breaking eye contact he pushes my legs a little further apart, "You really want to do this? You won't be able to undo it then."

I slowly awaken from my stupor and place my sweaty hands on the back of his neck, "I know. You give me everything I've ever wanted, Rick. You make me feel safe and I know you respect me. I want you to be the one."

I feel his cock twitch at my words and I tug lightly on the curls at the nape of his neck, "Just be careful, please. You're…so big."

Gently he kisses my cheek, "I promise. If it gets too much for you I'll stop. Try to relax and stay loose, okay?"

I nod and with that sign Rick adjusts himself so I can feel his tip at my entrance.

Unintentionally, I tense up and he puts a hand on my cheek, "Relax. I'm not hurting you."

He strokes my swollen lower lip with his thumb and my concentration turns to it.

Once I stop tensing, he pushes into me inch by inch.

High-pitched whimpers escape me at the feel of him stretching me, and I squint my eyes.

Rick's body shakes with restraint and he gasps, "You're so fucking tight. Oh shit I can't take this for long."

On and on he pushes and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest.

Loudly I moan Rick's name, "Rick…oh god…"

Immediately he presses his hand to my mouth, "Shhhhh. I know, darling. I know. But you have to be quiet."

The feeling of having his hand on my mouth only makes everything more intense and I push myself towards him.

I open my eyes and see Rick biting down hard on his bottom lip, panting hoarsely, "Can I…God…can I get inside you completely?"

I don't know how much is missing, but with his hand on my mouth, I nod and gratefully moan into it as he sinks completely inside me.

His arm that he's leaning on gives up a little and his upper body presses harder against me.

Panting, he apologizes and I wrap my legs around his waist.

It's like a natural movement and Rick seems to like it.

So I pull him even closer like this and now he's the one squinting his eyes tightly, "Can I move? Please?"

Until now, I hadn't even thought about how much this level of self-control demands of him, and I'm so incredibly grateful that he's still giving me the time to get used to him.

Again, I press closer to him and murmur into his hand, "Yes."

Trembling, he pulls back on me, only to press himself back into my tightness, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

I wouldn't say it feels uncomfortable, but it's different than his fingers that were inside me before.

It's much more intense and he's a lot bigger.

I feel every vein in me and am gripping his hair tightly as he thrusts a little harder than before and a high pitched moan escapes my lips.

Gasping, Rick lowers his head to put his lips to my ear, "Can you keep it down? I'm taking my hand off your mouth."

Hectically, I nod and take a gasping breath as he takes his hand from my mouth and when I think I can breathe normally again, he slides his now free hand between us and runs his finger over my clit.

Uncontrollably, my insides tighten so much around his cock that he bites down hard on my neck to hold himself back and not wake my father a few rooms away.

The pain is nothing compared to his hips slapping against my thighs in a steady rhythm.

Without a sound crossing my lips, my mouth forms a perfect 'O' and hearing Rick muffle his own deep moan against my neck goes to my head.

Spasmodically, I press closer to him and slide my hands from his neck to his broad shoulders.

His muscles tense with each thrust and feeling the movements under my palms is intoxicating.

This beautiful man is on the edge of his self-control and that's only because he's fucking me and I'm barely doing anything but spreading my legs for him.

I barely recognize my voice as I whimper, "Kiss me."

Moaning and messy, he places his lips on mine and I dig my fingers into his skin.

In that moment, I'm incredibly grateful that my bed is relatively sturdy and doesn't squeak like the bed I had in my room just a few months ago.

I'm barely aware of him murmuring into my mouth, "Let go, darling. Just let go."

Trembling, I yip his name and my body rears up aimlessly.

My whole body is tense and that's when I feel the knot loosen.

Hard, he presses his mouth to mine, muffling my attempts to cry out his name.

That's all I'm capable of, and all I can think about is Rick.

The way he moves above me and inside me.

How he kisses me and his body feels pressed against mine.

Completely out of it, I'm aware of him twitching inside me and growling hoarsely, "Fuck, you're so good."

He lifts his head to face me again and I blink lazily up at him as he enters me with the final thrusts and I feel like I won't be able to take one step tomorrow.

Gently, he pushes my chin up and whispers harshly, "Are you okay, darling?"

I'm not sure how I imagined sex, but certainly not like this.

This level of intimacy and surrender has me fully knocked out and I let my hands slide to his chest, "Oh my God."

Alarmed, his eyes dart over my face, "I was too rough wasn't I? Shit, I shouldn't have covered your mouth. You couldn't even tell me you didn't want more. Darling, I-"

With all my strength, I push Rick off of me so that he comes to lie on his back next to me and I can lie down on his chest.

Surprised by my sudden strength, he stops talking that crap and I sigh, "'Oh my God' I meant positive. That was amazing."

I can see a weight fall off his shoulders, "So you liked it? You don't regret it?"

With my hand, I draw little circles on his chest and say, "With you, I have no regrets, Rick."

The silence that follows is so pleasantly relaxing that it takes me a few minutes before I dare to say anything else, "I have a question."

Rick grumbles something that I take as agreement and I take a deep breath, "Can you do that again? Right now?"

Nothing happens for a moment before his chest vibrates with laughter under my ear, "Right now? Nah, but if you want I can show you something else."

Immediately I sit up and look at him pleadingly, "Yes please."

The boyish smile reaches his beautiful blue eyes and the warmth in them blows me away.

He looks at me as if I am the only thing in the world to him.

Like I'm all he needs to breathe.

And I look at him the same way.

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Miya Atsumu x female reader x Miya Osamu

w.c 7.3k

tw: dub/non-con elements, yandere, drugged reader, cheating, toxic relationships, implied abuse

“Ame, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

The blonde pouts, lovely, long eyelashes fluttering, “It’s one weekend, for my birthday. Please? Don’t make me beg.”

Biting back a heavy sigh, you take her proffered phone, glancing down at the images of the picturesque onsen retreat flashing on the screen. And it does look amazing; traditional Japanese architecture, steam rolling across the natural springs and lush mountain views. Of course, Ame’s birthday is early-October, and by then the mountains and surrounding valleys will be awash in vibrant hues of red, orange and gold.

The whole thing oozes a calm, relaxing tranquillity and you can only imagine how lovely it’ll be if you do decide to go. The where has never been the issue. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, you know that,” you begin. “I’m… I don’t know if I’m all that comfortable spending a whole weekend with either one of them.” Especially not trapped in such close, cosy quarters for days on end. “I don’t want to ruin your birthday by making things all weird and tense.”

“You won’t ruin it at all, not if you come,” she hurries to reassure you. “Look, I’m not saying they’re angels or that how they treated you back then was in any way okay, but high school was years ago, and they’ve both grown up a lot since. They’re not the same assholes who used to pick on you, I promise. They’ll be on their best behaviour.”

“Ame–”

“Please,” she says as you set her phone back on the coffee table that separates the two of you. “Atsumu’s changed, Osamu too. I’m not saying let bygones be bygones, but… can’t you give them a chance? For me?”

She makes it sound like they went around pulling on your pigtails and calling you names, tripping you up in the hallways between classes. Not her fault, you suppose; Ame didn’t know the twins back then, nor you for that matter.

You, she met during your first year together at university, Atsumu (and by extension his brother) eight months ago when her company transferred her from Tokyo to Osaka.

No, it’s not her fault. She knew the vague bits and pieces you’d shared over the years, but you’re the one who swallowed the truth down the day she called to gush over her new stupidly hot, talented, Olympic volleyball playing boyfriend.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it,” you concede quietly.

Ame beams at you, “You won’t regret it!”

—

“You know you didn’t have to drive, right? Osamu’s jeep would’ve fit all of us perfectly fine,” Ame calls out in lieu of a greeting, walking down the ryokan’s steps.

You shrug, “I like driving.” That, and it makes you feel the teeniest bit better knowing you have an escape route if this whole thing goes sideways.

There’s a knowing twinkle in her eyes as she comes in for a hug that tells you she doesn’t quite buy it. She embraces you tightly in spite of it, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

If she were anyone else, you think, you wouldn’t be. For Ame, you’ll suffer through this weekend with a smile – or as close to one as you can manage. “This place is beautiful,” you comment, changing the subject as she helps you with your bags.

“You should see inside, the pictures really didn’t do it justice,” she gushes. “Oh, and the onsen – we have two, it’s amazing! I’ve been waiting forever for this trip and now that we’re here it’s literally so perfect! Did I tell you that Atsumu hired a private chef for us?” Happily chattering away, she takes no notice, perhaps deliberately so, of the deep, steadying breath you draw in before you reach the door.

The last time you’d laid eyes on either one of them was the night of (morning after?) graduation, and considering how that ended… is it any wonder your heart’s lodged firmly in your throat? That you feel that same pit in your stomach that you used to have every morning walking through the school gates?

Yet Ame… Ame’s positive that they’ve changed. And maybe you don’t have any faith in the Miya’s twins and the possibility of leopards changing their spots, but you have faith in her, don’t you?

She’s a good person. She wouldn’t be with someone who, who–

Without so much as looking over her shoulder, Ame reaches back, fingers entwining with yours. Another breath in, and you follow when she steps inside. “Tsumu and I’ve got the room on the left, and Osamu’s in the one down the other end” she tells you, pointing towards the respective bedrooms. “Which leaves you in the one next to ours.”

You’re barely nodding along however, because with one leaning over the kitchen bench and the other seated on the sofa near the crackling fireplace, the realisation that you’re once again face to face with the Miya twins is kind of taking all of your focus.

And they’re staring; matching unreadable expressions boring into you like a bug under a magnifying glass. It’s an effort for you not to fidget as the silence seems to stretch.

You’ve seen Atsumu plastered throughout Ame’s social media feeds, and the odd glimpse of his twin, yet now that they’re both right here in front of you, you’re struck by how little they’ve changed in the years since you saw them last.

They’re bigger than they were back then, both in height and their sheer physical size, though that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Especially not in Atsumu’s case, what with him being some big shot professional athlete now. Osamu’s hair’s a bit darker, Atsumu’s a little blonder. They both have it cropped shorter, too, you notice. All superficial things, probably no different to the small changes in your own appearance.

And it isn't that you expected some big, dramatic change, only that seeing them here, now… it’s whiplash. As if you could blink, and you’d be right back there again; shoved back against their lockers, the two of them looming over you.

Ame, ever your saviour, is the one to break the silence, gently dropping off your bag before flitting to her boyfriend’s side. “Tsumu, baby, you remember–”

“Nah, not really,” The blond tilts his chin, appraising you even as he lifts his arm for Ame to slip under, “Ame says you went to Inarizaki High, in the same year as us or somethin’?”

Osamu snorts, “She was in our class for three years, dumbass.”

His brother shrugs, “So? Am I s’posed to remember every scrub we went to school with?”

While the bickering between the pair is nothing new, Atsumu’s sudden lapse in memory strikes a chord of surprise – and you don’t buy it for a second.

He’s certainly arrogant enough, self absorbed enough, talented enough to purge all but the few people deemed important from his past – friends and rivals mostly. If all you’d been was another girl in the crowd, it wouldn’t have mattered how smart you were, how close you sat, or how loudly you clamoured for attention, leaving a lasting impression on the great Miya Atsumu would’ve been an uphill battle.

You’d seen it in action; the revolving door of girlfriends shoved out of mind the moment he grew tired of fucking them.

And through it all, you were a constant. A puppy to torment when the mood struck. They hounded you through the hallways of Inarizaki, isolated you, hurt you.

Took and took and took ‘til they were satisfied.

So no, you don’t believe that either one of the twins has forgotten you. For Ame’s benefit, though, you force yourself to smile pleasantly, “It’s fine,” you say, addressing none of them in particular. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

From his position behind her, Atsumu smirks.

—

Dinner swings around quicker than you’d like.

While the chef they hired moves throughout the kitchen with a single minded focus, Ame ushers the three of you to the beautifully crafted, oak table in the centre of the living space. Osamu, for his part, swipes a bottle of expensive looking sake from the counter on his way through, and wastes no time at all in dropping down into the seat to your left and cracking it open.

“You want one?” he asks, grey eyes shifting towards you. He’s already pouring it though, sliding the glass your way before you can answer.

‘We’re celebratin’, aren’t we? One drink won’t kill ya.’

Clearing your throat, you push it back, “I’m good, thanks.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Atsumu chimes in. “I brought this ‘specially for tonight, ain’t a proper party without good booze.”

‘Y’know it’s rude to refuse the hosts.’

Slowly – deliberately – he pushes the sake back towards you. “Try some, you’ll like it.”

A little belatedly, you realise something in his earlier comment doesn’t sit right. “… What do you mean you bought it for tonight? Ame’s birthday isn’t ‘til tomorrow,” you remind him, frowning a touch.

You’re well aware that Atsumu’s of the belief that the world revolves around him, but surely even he can’t have mixed that one up. At least, you hope not for Ame’s sake.

Atsumu gives you an odd look, like you’re a complete moron. “Yeah, I know that, I’m not…” he trails off, his gaze shifting from you to the blonde in question, who’s suddenly extremely interested in the edge of her place setting. Beside you, Osamu snickers, Atsumu opting for a wide grin as the pieces fall together in his head. “Ah, she didn’t tell ya, did she?”

You frown, “Tell me what?”

Steadfastly refusing to meet your eye, Ame’s cheeks turn a dusky pink as she fiddles with her chopsticks. “I um, I told you today’s the twins’ birthday, didn’t I?”

No, and she knows that full well. Just as she knows that you never would’ve let her talk you into this trip at all if you’d had so much as an inkling that it wasn’t solely about celebrating her birthday, but theirs too.

At least it makes sense now why Osamu’s here, why Atsumu bothered shelling out for this fancy villa and the expensive alcohol, the private chef diligently working away in the kitchen, pretending not to overhear a word of this.

A sick feeling settles in your gut.

Back then, you used to dread it. The twins were insufferable enough on an average day, their sense of entitlement over you only ever skyrocketing whenever their birthday rolled around. It never mattered what else was going on; exams, qualifiers, girlfriends, Osamu and Atsumu always found time to collect – whether you were willing to give or not.

And now you’re faced with a deeply uncomfortable thought; were you invited here this weekend for your best friend’s sake, or the twins’?

Ame was adamant that they’d changed, and despite your own reservations about that, you’d nevertheless assumed that they’d grown out of whatever… interest they’d had in you. The idea that you’re both wrong isn’t one that you want to entertain. Not when Ame’s happy, not when you’ve worked so, so hard to put all of those awful memories behind you.

It’s only one weekend, you remind yourself. One weekend, for her sake.

“Nope,” you murmur, feigning a light laugh. “Must have slipped your mind.”

She knew and lied to you anyway, and while there’s some small sense of vindication at the guilty look she sends you, it does little to ease the bitter sting in your heart.

You push back the sake one last time. “Anyway, I don’t drink.”

Another lie. This time, mercifully, Ame keeps her mouth shut, reaching across the table to take the drink herself. “More for me,” she says with a weak grin, and proceeds to knock it back in only a few mouthfuls, much to her boyfriend’s amusement.

Nothing more’s said on the topic, because at that moment the chef appears at the table, the entrée course in hand.

You could honestly kiss him.

—

Sleep is evasive.

Not for lack of trying. Despite the unfamiliarity of your room, the bed and the pillows are perfect; soft and warm, you could close your eyes and sink into blissful oblivion–

If not for the moans, the gasps and unmistakable sounds of loud, drunken sex seeping in through the thin walls.

And you have to give them credit, they’ve been going at it for a while, and judging from the sounds of things, enjoying themselves plenty. An hour ago, it was uncomfortable, now you’re simply tired and frustrated, and honestly a little thirsty.

And the longer you lie there, listening to your best friend moan her way through yet another orgasm and regretting your decision to leave your headphones at home – your decision to come at all – the more that it eats away at you.

Surely they know you can hear them? You’re beginning to suspect that Osamu opted for the room on the opposite side of the villa for this very reason, and you wonder what it’d take to get him to swap you for it tomorrow.

Knowing Osamu, likely more than you’d be willing to give.

Another grunt, deep and guttural echoes through the room, and you squeeze your eyes shut, silently counting backwards from ten. Impressive pro-athlete stamina or not, eventually they’re going to wear themselves out, right? They have to, for the sake of your sanity if nothing else.

Instead of blissful quiet, you’re met with the muffled sounds of Ame’s giggling, the rustle of sheets and after a beat or two, the slapping of skin against skin begins anew. Your stomach churns, and with a huff, you kick back your covers and reach blindly for the thick, fluffy robe to ward off the cold, cocooning yourself in it.

The soft pad of your slippers is muted against the wooden floorboards as you slip from your room, easing the door closed and tip-toeing back into the living area. If you’re lucky, the fire will still be burning away. You can make yourself a cup of tea, curl up on the couch and read a book on your phone, or scroll aimlessly – anything to distract yourself until Ame and Atsumu tire themselves out.

You get half your wish. The logs in the fireplace are smouldering away, casting the room in a warm, golden glow – enough to keep the temperature toasty without bordering on stuffy. In spite of that, any hope you had of temporary peace and quiet goes up in smoke at the sight of the other Miya twin in the kitchen, watching you with that same inscrutable expression.

It shifts into a small smirk, however, when you falter, drawing up short on the opposite side of the island counter.

“Fuckin’ animals, aren’t they?” Osamu comments drily, jerking his chin towards the direction you'd emerged from, where the faint sounds of Atsumu and Ame going at it are still drifting out.

You swallow, saying nothing.

He’s dressed in sweatpants and an old tee-shirt that clings to his well built frame – which admittedly is less than you’re wearing, yet your fingers itch to tug at your robe and pull it tighter around yourself, despite knowing you’re covered. Osamu’s always had that effect on you though, those dark, grey eyes never failing to make you feel like you’re stripped bare before him. A butterfly pinned back beneath his heavy stare.

A shiver rolls down your spine.

With Ame around, you don’t have any choice but to keep your mouth shut and pretend that everything’s okay. Which is doable, only because you know that they also have to be on their best behaviour whilst she’s in earshot. One on one, without that safety net, facing Osamu fills you with a new kind of apprehension.

Ever since you arrived, he’s been treating you with this bizarre kind of … cursory friendliness. As if you really are nothing more than a friend of his brother’s girlfriend. An old classmate he vaguely recalls.

There’s no need for either one of you to keep up that charade, now that he has you alone.

If he’s bothered by your silence and wary stance, Osamu gives no indication. “Ya want some tea?” he asks you instead. “Freshly brewed.”

You eye the steaming pot in front of him, the cup innocuously set to the side. And despite the tiny voice in the back of your mind that tells you it’s only tea, you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

The corner of his lips twitch, amusement glittering in his eyes, but Osamu only shrugs, “Your loss,” and pours a cup for himself.

With Atsumu and Ame showing no signs of slowing down for the night, going back to your room to listen to them screwing each others’ brains out for another hour or two is hardly an appealing thought. On the other hand, staying out here with Osamu, walking on eggshells as he pushes and prods you under the guise of small talk fills you with a distinctly unpleasant sense of trepidation.

And the longer you hesitate, caught halfway between your bedroom and the kitchen, Osamu watching every microexpression flit across your face with near predatory focus while he sips at his tea, the more awkward the atmosphere becomes.

Not for the first time, you find yourself wishing you’d had the guts to tell Ame no in the first place.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “I came out for some water.” Which isn’t a lie, per se. You are thirsty, and once you have your glass of water, you can go and take it somewhere else to drink. Anywhere else. The open courtyard that lies between the living room and the indoor onsen, or the terrace that skirts around the western side of the villa. There’s a thick, knitted blanket thrown over the couch, you can grab that on your way through to keep yourself warm if worse comes to worst.

You’d rather brave the mid-autumn iciness than stay in here with him.

Whether or not he believes the hastily concocted excuse, Osamu doesn’t give an indication, merely stepping back to allow you enough room to awkwardly slip past him.

“Y’know,” he begins in a conversational tone as you start opening up various cupboards in search of a fresh glass, “I‘m glad you’re here. S’good seeing you again.”

Pointedly, you ignore him.

Back when you were teenagers, Atsumu was always the more temperamental of the pair. He’d lash out over the tiniest things – a practice that hadn’t gone well, Osamu getting a better grade on a test, you, for making him trek all the way across campus in order to track you down.

At the end of the day, it usually didn’t matter what trivial thing had set him off, he’d inevitably find a way to make his frustrations your problem. And yet for all Atsumu’s irritability, you can’t forget that Osamu was no saint either – or that neither one of them appreciated it when you didn’t pay them the attention they felt they were owed.

Caught between him and the countertop, there’s no room for you to escape when he decides to close that gap once more, calloused hands finding their home on your hips, his broad chest at your back.

Slowly, he inhales, fingers digging harshly into the soft flesh – paying no mind to your pitiful struggles.

“I missed ya.”

The scent of his body wash, that fresh, woodsy musk, tickles at your nose, you can feel the heat permeating from his skin as he presses himself closer. Grinds himself against you, simply because he can. You squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding so loudly against your ribs that you’re sure he has to be able to hear it too. This can’t be happening again, it can’t, it can’t, it can’t–

“I hate you.” The words slip out before you can stop them; a trembling whisper, almost lost to the crackling fire, the sound of wind rustling through the trees outside.

Almost, but not quite.

Osamu hums, “Yeah? S’that why ya ran off on us after graduation?”

Your stomach flips. “I-I don’t–”

His mouth now at your ear, Osamu continues, his voice a deep rumble, “We took care of ya, didn’t we? Made ya feel good? You were beggin’ for it by the end.” You tremble in his gasp, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out, from begging as he turns his attention to the knot at the front of your robe, “At least, I sure thought we had a good time, ‘til we woke up to find you’d up and disappeared on us.”

He sounds angry now, all of that faux affability bleeding away into something decidedly colder.

And with every word that leaves his lips, the nausea churning away inside of you only grows. You’ve worked hard to forget that morning, the pure panic you’d felt waking up naked between them, your head fuzzy and throbbing, your body a wreck of foreign aches and finger shaped bruises.

Nimble fingers succeed in untying the knot, Osamu impatiently tugging the fabric aside. You should be putting up a fight, clawing at his arms, kicking out, screaming like a wild thing. Ame’s only in the next room, there’s no chance she wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t come running to investigate, wouldn’t stop this, but–

A silent tear spills down your cheek.

You’ve never told a soul what happened at that party – the little you remember of it anyway – just shoved it down, buried it deep in some untouchable recess of your mind.

Easier to pretend it never happened than agonise over the doubt that festers whenever you prod too close.

You don’t remember, you don’t remember, you don’t remember, you don’t remember how much you had to drink that night–

Ignoring the small, distressed whine that escapes you, Osamu slides a hand beneath your top, a muscular arm curling around your middle. His thumb strokes along your bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a pool of shame that deepens with every possessive touch.

There’s no mistaking the thick, hard outline of his cock pressing up against your ass as he idly toys with the waistband of your pajama shorts.

“Y’know, Ame told us your news.” Teeth graze at your earlobe, hot breath sweeping along your neck, “You’re finally comin’ home, huh?”

The admission has you flinching, buckling in on yourself as much as Osamu’ll allow – which admittedly isn’t much. The thought that your best friend would even consider telling the twins hadn’t occurred to you, too excited when you’d rang her with the good news to stop and think about things like consequences.

A new job as an editor; better paying, closer to your family, to her. At the time, it’d seemed too good to be true. Only now it feels like some kind of cosmic joke, and all you want to do is curl up into a ball and disappear entirely.

Osamu isn’t like his brother, who’d take pleasure in your obvious dismay, even mock you for it, but there’s still something unmistakably cruel about the way he kisses your hair, and tells you, “Guess the three of us are gonna have to have a little welcome back party for ya.”

And you’re sure in that moment that he’s going to yank down the shorts he’s been toying with, bend you over the counter and fuck you right there and then. Or maybe push you down to your knees like they used to back behind the locker rooms at school, so it takes you by surprise when out of nowhere, he simply squeezes your waist once more and withdraws, trudging back to his room without another word.

Leaving you shaken and alone, a hand clamped over your mouth to stifle the sound of ragged, terrified sobs.

—

You can’t stay here.

Stacked neatly by the door to your room are your bags, packed in the early hours of the morning after you finally gave up on fitful sleep. But despite the strong urge to slip away at dawn, you still haven’t left yet.

You can’t bring yourself to, at least, not until you’ve talked to Ame. Had the chance to explain why you’re all but running out on her.

Not the full truth, of course – you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to give her that – but some variation of it, maybe. And you’ll simply have to pray that she’ll take it at face value, that she won’t pry too deep or hold it against you.

That you won’t lose your best friend over this when all’s said and done, because you can’t lie to her either.

By the time you finally venture out from your bedroom, you find the chef already working on breakfast in the kitchen, Ame and Atsumu settled at the table, the latter’s arm casually slung over the back of her chair as she sips her morning coffee.

She brightens at the sight of you, a wide, beaming grin that somehow makes her look even lovelier than usual.

One smile, and you falter, that steely determination of yours withers away, crumbling like ash in your mouth.

“Morning!” she greets cheerfully. “Are you hungry? I don’t think breakfast’s too far off, but there’s tea and coffee if you want it.”

One smile, and you’re reminded of the girl you met back at university, bright eyed and bubbly, who’d sat down next to you on the first day of semester and told you point blank that you and her were gonna be friends, because there was no way in hell she was gonna make it through this class alone.

She looks happy, glowing almost, nestled into her boyfriend’s side. Yet there’s something different about it, an easy contentment you’ve never seen before – at least, not in any of her previous relationships.

And it hits you; Ame isn’t merely happy, she’s in love with him.

Before her, before high school, before the Miya’s, you’d had other friends. Ones you thought would stick by your side through thick and thin. Inevitably, though, as you entered high school together, caught the twins’ attention, those friends were forced to make a choice.

You, or staying in the twins’ good graces.

In the end, whether it took days or weeks, a whole semester in one case, they all came to the same conclusion. Between being your friend and standing up to the wonder twins, there never seemed to be much competition.

As your eyes flicker between the couple, Atsumu’s fingertips grazing along her arm, the lazy, watchful eyes that bore into you, Ame, perfectly at peace around him, still smiling at you in spite of your very obvious hesitation, your heart sinks once more.

‘I’m not complaining, but... I just don’t understand why you want me there, wouldn’t it be better if it was only the two of you; a big, romantic couples getaway or whatever?”’

‘Because I wanna celebrate with both of my favourite people. You’re my best friend, and I’ve missed you… Is it so awful that I want you guys to have a second chance?’

History has a funny way of repeating itself, you suppose.

Swallowing down the bitter lump in your throat, you plaster what you hope is a genuine looking smile across your face and lean over the table to hug her – awkwardly trying to avoid Atsumu in the process, “Happy Birthday.”

Coward.

“Thanks,” she replies. “Tsumu gave me the prettiest earrings this morning, look,” sweeping back her thick, blonde locks, she shows off the new, sparkling diamond drops as you sit. “Aren’t they stunning?”

“They’re gorgeous,” you agree. Expensive looking, too – exactly the sort of showy, ostentatious gift you’d expect from Atsumu.

Lips parted, she looks on the verge of continuing when Atsumu – unusually quiet up until this point – decides to drawl, “You’re lookin’ rough this morning, didja sleep alright?”

If anyone else had asked, you could be forgiven for mistaking the query for a well meaning – albeit poorly worded – expression of genuine concern. Atsumu’s incapable of such sentiments, though, and even if he weren’t, the half lidded smirk he sends your way puts any lingering doubts of sincerity to bed.

“How could she?” another voice answers; Osamu, emerging from his room, hair still damp from his morning shower.

Sparing you only a cursory glance, he slots himself into the chair beside yours and reaches for the pot of tea. “You two were fuckin’ loud enough to wake half the damn mountain,” he continues, narrowing his eyes at his brother who scowls in return.

In a way, you almost feel sorry for the chef. Amidst the bickering and sniping of the twins, Ame’s flustered, blushing apologies, no one seems to really pay attention to the breakfast spread he lays upon the table, plates laden with everything from fruit to freshly baked pastries and omelettes to miso and rice. More food than the four of you could ever hope to eat in a single sitting.

You’re sure that he’s talented, that the plates of food he’s painstakingly plated this morning are as delicious as they are lovely to look at – last night’s certainly were.

The few mouthfuls you manage to swallow down taste like ash.

—

Your day does not improve from there.

Whilst the twins are left to their own devices, Ame drags you along with her to the ryokan’s day spa for a morning of pampering, which isn’t terrible in and of itself. The masseuse works wonders with deft hands, and your skin feels impossibly soft and smooth after she’s finished.

You should feel relaxed. You should be enjoying yourself – especially now that it’s back to being just the two of you. After breakfast, though, you can’t escape the feeling that something’s shifted, perhaps irrevocably.

In all the time you’ve been friends with Ame, you’ve never felt distance like this before. She’s only a few feet away, the two of you left alone to relax as the treatments work their magic, yet there may as well be a mountain between you.

You can’t reach her.

Lighthearted small talk lapses into nothing, and you catch yourself wondering whether Ame senses it too. If she has any inkling that the silence that settles between you isn’t the comfortable sort, but the fraying of a tether. A loss of something that once came as naturally as breathing.

A secret that stretches between you like a wide, yawning chasm, leaving you miles apart on either side.

You nearly tell her a few times. You want to tell her; about Osamu cornering you yesterday, all the awful things they put you through back at Inarizaki, the night of graduation. All of it.

But the words don’t come.

—

“Why are you wearing that?”

“It’s… a swimsuit?” you reply, somewhat self consciously. The one-piece you’d slipped on for the hot springs was modest, sure, but you hadn’t thought it was awful or anything. “What’s wrong with it?”

Ame, herself clad in a soft, pink robe, just giggles, “It’s an onsen, silly. We’re not wearing swimsuits.”

What else would you–

Realisation hits you like a freight train. “Naked?!” you splutter.

She laughs again, “Yes, naked. Why are you so surprised, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

“Yeah, when we were alone!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, it’s totally normal – they’re just bodies.” And yours is nothing they haven’t seen before, that cruel voice in your head whispers.

The sick feeling from this morning returns with a vengeance.

Ame’s not wrong, but it’s not that simple.

You know that being naked isn’t inherently a sexual thing, that people have for hundreds of years, thousands even, bathed in springs like this one all over the country bare as they day they were born and no one makes a fuss over it. You know that the twins’ have seen you in far more compromising positions, and that with Ame right there beside you, the chances of either one of them acting up in any way is practically non-existent.

You know all of that, and it doesn’t change a thing.

The thought of stepping into those steaming baths without so much as a stitch to protect your dignity, of trying to relax with the twins – equally undressed – less than a foot away–

A weight slung heavy over your waist, prying open sluggish eyes to find your pillow isn’t a pillow at all, but a chest.

– it’s too much. Dredges up memories of things better left alone.

“Actually, um,” you tell her, “my head’s been killing me all morning… I don’t think stewing in hot water’s such a great idea right now. Might go and lie down for a bit instead, see if that helps.”

Ame studies you for a long moment. “They’re not gonna say or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Reaching over, she takes your hand in hers and squeezes it, offering you a small, reassuring smile, “They’re not those guys anymore.”

Your heart tugs painfully.

“No, I know. It’s not that, I promise.”

From the doubtful, almost wounded expression on her face, it’s clear she doesn’t believe you. “Okay, well… If you change your mind you’re more than welcome to join us. It won’t be as much fun without you.”

You nod, letting your hand fall limply back to your side as she turns to leave.

At the door, though, she hesitates, and when she glances back to you there’s a furrow in her brow. “Hey, we’re… we’re good right?” she asks, and for the first time all weekend, you think you hear a note of worry in her voice.

None of this is her fault, you know that. You force yourself to smile, to nod again.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

—

When a knock sounds at your door a few hours later, you’re expecting it to be Ame, coming to check in on you.

Instead, the door slides open to reveal her boyfriend.

Atsumu leans against the doorframe, arms folded, and gives you – lying back against the pillows, flicking through an old book you’d found in one of the drawers – a slow once over.

The soft sound of music filters in behind him.

“We missed ya earlier,” is all he says.

As it’s not technically a question, you don’t offer him a response.

“Ame said you had to go lie down, but you’re lookin’ fine to me,” he continues, and from the tone of his voice you can tell he doesn’t buy the excuse for a second. That, or he simply doesn’t give a shit. “Anyway, we’re having some drinks. You coming, or are ya planning on hidin’ away in here for the rest of the night?”

Your eyes narrow, but you bite back any retort in favour of a short nod.

Sure enough, when the two of you emerge from your room, Ame and Osamu are chatting over a bowl of snacks, the blonde sporting a pink-ish cocktail, a beer for Osamu.

There’s another glass lying on the island countertop, which Atsumu grabs on his way through. “Don’t worry, it’s a virgin,” he smirks, pressing it into your hand before you can refuse him. “Sleepin’ beauty here finally decided to join us,” he announces a little louder, dropping a kiss to Ame’s cheek as he slots into place beside her. “Can we drink now?”

Sighing with a fond sort of exasperation, Ame ignores the comment. “How’re you feeling?”

“Yeah, much better.”

She smiles at you, warm and lovely, and raises her glass, “Yes, Tsumu, now we can drink.”

You follow suit as the twins do the same; one sip for a toast won’t do any harm. You don’t have the energy – or a good enough excuse – to make a big deal out of it.

Especially not when things with Ame still feel so precarious.

Atsumu shifts, turning slightly to better face her. “Ame, I love ya more ‘n more every day. Bein’ with you…” he smiles. Not a smirk, but a genuine, honest to god smile. “You’ve given me more than you’ll ever know. Happy Birthday, baby.”

Coaxing her chin up, you’re subjected to a tongue-heavy but mercifully brief kiss between the pair.

“Cheers,” Osamu finishes in his stead, the three of you echoing the toast with a knock of your drinks.

The first sip of the pink concoction hits with a wave of saccharine sweetness; strawberry, peach, mint, a weird sort of aftertaste that lingers even after you swallow the mouthful down – syrup, maybe? – but when all’s said and done, it’s not… awful. You’ve had worse.

Ame, for her part, has already downed most of her cocktail, her cheeks and nose flushing a delicate pink in the wake of the alcohol.

“So tell us about this fancy new job of yours. When‘re ya moving back?” Atsumu asks, eyeing you over the neck of his beer as his girlfriend snuggles happily into his side.

“Um, not for another three weeks or so.” You shrug, “And there’s really not much to tell… It’s a job.” And you don’t want them anywhere near it.

“She’s being modest,” Ame chimes in, voice carrying a little louder than necessary. “They’re making her editor, it’s a huge deal! She’s worked her ass off for this.”

You’d said as much to her the day they made you the offer, called her before you’d even thought to call your parents.

From her place by Atsumu’s side, she gives you a tiny, encouraging nod.

Any other time, with anybody else, you’d beam, taking the opportunity presented to gush over the new title and your excitement over finally making it after years of hard work. But with the twins, every little piece you offer up, however small, however unwittingly, feels like handing them the knife and showing where to slice.

This job is everything you’ve worked for, dreamed of.

Fingers tightening around your glass, you remind yourself that Ame means well, that she’s just excited on your behalf. Proud of you, even. “It’s really nothing.”

And simply because you can’t stand the way that they’re all staring at you, you take another sip – barely holding back a grimace at the punch of artificial sweetness.

The older twin mirrors you, throat bobbing as he slowly downs the rest of his beer, but it’s Osamu, cold, grey eyes drinking down your discomfort, who clicks his tongue dismissively and shakes his head. “Nah, don’t sell yourself short. It’s impressive, ‘n ya should be proud.”

“Oh, uh… Thanks, I guess.”

You risk a glance at the empty kitchen, a tug of disappointment filling you when you notice Atsumu’s chef has yet to make an appearance. Not because you’re hungry – no, with the knots your stomach has twisted itself into, food is the furthest thing from your mind – only that with dinner comes the chance of a much needed reprieve, and at this point, you’re beginning to grow desperate.

“Yeah,” his brother agrees, setting the now empty bottle down. “Samu’s right, look at’cha.” He whistles lowly, “Who’da thought our cocksuckin’ little whore’d be out here making editor.”

Reeling back like you’ve been physically slapped, your breath leaves you in a sharp gust. “W-what?”

Ame mumbles something – his name, maybe – your attention is wholly fixed on her boyfriend, though, and if either of the twins pick up on it, they elect to ignore it.

He shrugs, the casual nonchalance of the gesture spoiled by the sheer delight that gleams in his expression. “I’m just surprised s’all. I never knew ya had it in ya, but I guess anythin’s possible when ya get on your knees quick enough.”

“Tsu…Tsumu–”

The sound of glass shattering rips through the tense atmosphere, pulling your focus from the twins. Ame, brow furrowed, eyes glassy and unfocused, stares at her boyfriend, mouth softly agape.

At her feet lies her cocktail, or what’s left of it – dregs of alcohol clinging to broken shards of crystal.

Something’s wrong, though, because she isn’t cuddling up to Atsumu as you’d originally assumed. No, Ame’s clinging to him now, fingers clawing at his clothes for purchase, her legs shaky and weak, struggling to keep her upright.

“I- I don’ feel s’good,” she slurs.

Your heart stutters.

“Ame–”

Without thinking you leap towards her, but Osamu’s there quicker, grabbing you and hauling you back against his chest, thick arms curling around your waist before you can shove him away.

His chin comes to a rest atop your head. “Nah, let her be,” he tells you,“ Tsumu’s got her.”

And his brother might be the olympic athlete, but broad and strong, Osamu’s equally as immovable as you wrench yourself against him. “Let me go! Ame– Ame!”

Her legs give out entirely a moment later, leaving Atsumu to catch her in the split seconds before she hits the glass studded floor.

“Y’all right, baby?” he asks mockingly, reaching down to heft her up into his arms. Tiny as she is, he manages it without so much as a grunt. “Gettin’ a little sloppy there.”

You shout for her again, voice hoarse and desperate.

She tries – fails – to lift her head, and the icy terror that grips at your heart sinks its claws in deep as you watch your best friend’s eyes roll back into her skull, her body slumping like dead weight into Atsumu’s hold.

This– this has to be a nightmare.

Your gaze darts from Ame, now hanging limply in his grip, to Atsumu, who meets your stare with a slowly widening smirk, and from a leaden tongue in a dry mouth, you manage to choke out a single syllable; “Don’t–”

Don’t touch her. Don’t hurt her.

Please.

It falls to Osamu, hand now rubbing slow, soothing circles against your hip, to reassure you. “Not her ya need to be worried ‘bout, babe.”

The comment sends a fresh wave of panic surging through you. You whine, weakly renewing your effort to tug yourself free of his grasp, making him chuckle.

He relents his grip enough to turn you around, and you’re spared the sight of Atsumu dumping Ame onto the couch as he grasps your jaw. The brunet studies you, a thumb tracing along quivering lips.

A lone tear slips from your lashes, and with a tenderness that breaks something inside of you, he brushes that away, too.

“Gonna be good for us, yeah?” he murmurs, dark eyes searching your face. You’re vaguely aware of Atsumu closing in on your other side.

And it doesn’t matter that the words get stuck in your throat, that tears start falling quicker, because his twins scoffs, “Course she is.”

Your car’s parked out front, the keys in your purse – which is lying somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. As Osamu’s lips curl in satisfaction and descend upon yours, there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head that tells you in no uncertain terms to run.

You can almost picture it; shoving him off and ducking under Atsumu’s outstretched arms. You’ve never held any delusions about being strong enough to physically fight them, but you can be quick on your feet when you need to be.

Forget Ame, it whispers – you’d race for your room, snatching up your purse on your way through and slipping out onto the terrace balcony through the sliding door. The railing with its thick wooden beams would be easy enough to clamber over, and the drop to the grass below only a few feet. You could make it, if you were fast enough.

You doubt they’d follow you out into the grounds – too much of a risk, too many prying eyes – and once you were safe inside your car, you’d drive and drive and drive, until the twins and this awful place were nothing but a lone speck in the distance…

Hands impatiently yank at the hem of your sweater, Osamu parting from your lips just long enough to allow the fabric to be yanked over your head.

A belt buckle clinks behind you, and that tiny voice falls silent.

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