#it may not have as big of a following but damnit i get a HARD nostalgia boost everytime i think of it

[knightpunks]

i miss you every day Spongebob Movie Adventure DX from Roblox dot com

#roblox is really bad at conserving the games made on their platform #because they just kinda. dont #and even then most fangames made on roblox are gonna Go eventually #every play makes robux which can be converted to cash there is no way to not profit off of a game #i just really hope shovelware studios makes it big again off of the royalty free versions of their obbys is what im sayin #.. and that SBMADX is released again someday ala Despicable Forces #it may not have as big of a following but damnit i get a HARD nostalgia boost everytime i think of it

[bethanysnow]

Golden Hour: a SKZ thanksgiving~

Writers Notes:

As I get back into K-pop and South Korean Culture. The fandoms of K-pop, and Stray Kids. I am reminded of my first holiday season having moved from Alaska. Coming from a big family it felt like the house was too empty, that I couldn't turn the tv loud enough to replace the people that weren't there. Everyone has had that at some point. A holiday, a birthday, or some event where you just wished that person or those people were there for. Even as good as that event or holiday turned out to be. You still saw an empty chair and thought it would be filled. So I write this because of that feeling. I have friends now as an adult all over the world and it's hard to convey that specific brand of isolation.

I know Thanksgiving is a very U.S.-centric holiday. But go with me here lol. I promise it's cute.

So to my fellow stays all across the world you make not only stray kids but also me, stay. So thank you. I may not speak to you directly, but if you are tagged below you have impacted me in your work, and blog, and it's been an honor to be in this space with you. I dedicate this work to you. I hope it doesn't suck!

@hyunsvngs @moonlightndaydreams @moonjxsung @ddyskz @queen-in-the-shadows @chansmanda @antoniorhinothethird @cbini @its-hannjisung @noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @sweetracha @skzms @hyunjinfairy @7ndipity @forlix

Stray Kids ot8 X Platonic!Foreigner!Reader. (But honestly, it can be whatever you want ;) ) 2.7k wrds

"Vanilla! I fucking forgot Vanillia! God damnit!" Recircling it on the very long list that had been trailing behind her through the week. It was days before Thanksgiving and it was not only a herculean task to try and buy cranberry sauce in Korean, but also to find a whole turkey from meet markets and buchers who of course looked at y/n like she was insane.

It was only because Seungmin and Minho teased y/n about just how festive she was getting for the holidays she had to open her big mouth. You just had to, didn't you? Of course! Y/n was gonna show them just how amazing the holidays could be, starting with the third week of November. If she had to pull a full Martha Stewart out of her ass to prove her point she would, Y/n was already too deep into it now.

That is how she found herself in the middle of a grocery store on the outer edges of Seoul trying to buy potatoes and cursing about Vanilla. Y/n thought back on how she got into this mess while continuing shopping.

Originally Y/n worked as a remote context translator for a couple video editors based out of South Korea. That of course turned into more and more Zoom meetings and a vacation to Seoul later she had moved and worked full-time with JYP and Stray Kids. Still as a context translator, but also now as an assistant to their manager whom she grew close with. He was the big brother/father figure one needed in a country you weren't from originally. The eight boys who followed her around like lost puppies also maybe had something to do with it maybe just maybe.

Getting out of the store with her now chosen ingredients it was time to hail back to the apartment and start the process that everyone dreaded most of all. Cleaning. It wasn't the obligatory floordrobe, or the collection of maybe two mugs too many on the coffee table; but left to ones own devices the apartment was...not great for hosting what will be the greatest dinner ever?? One would love to have the ~aesthetic~ apartment you see on Pinterest, but fuck even the Idols she worked for didn't have that. So why should she? Y/n's roommate of six months was out on a bussniess trip for the next week, so she got to fight the great pile of doom on her own.

Walking in the mix of preparation and desolation that greeted her would make Marie Kando tremble in fear. But she was determined! The kitchen was stacked with dishes so strategically one would call her a master of her craft- now this artform isn't one for the faint of heart, but art nonetheless. Putting down the new groceries away in the refrigerator and cabinets it was time to start.

"CUE THE CLEANING MONTAGE!" Y/n yelled as music filled the room. Pretending to be a tavern wench as she cleared the table and did the dishes or Cinderella waiting for a Hwang Prince Charming.

As the night wore on it was becoming increasingly obvious cleaning the entire apartment wasn't going to be an option tonight. Flopping on the couch looking at her phone Y/n scrolled through social media. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter (Authors note: Fuck you Elon). She stopped and tossed the phone down onto the cushion beside her. Her shirt was wet, cold, still sudsy from doing the dishes that needed to be handwashed. Her knees hurt from getting under the table. Hands ached with the grip of a thousand suns it felt like.

All Y/n could hear though was the quiet. The dripping of the faucet, the cars outside, the heater kicking on. But like a ringing in her ears she just heard quiet. No laughter, no joy or drinks being spilt over stories that don't see the light of day. The air was heavy and thick cold enough to cause goosebumps up her arms. Y/n had moved away from everything she knew on the hope that she would find her place in the world. That she would find her people. Maybe she had, but in the moment she exhaled all that was left was a tired body. It was for thanksgiving, it was for people she now considered friends to come over and have a good time. The emptiness in stagnation though diligently reminded her of why they were her friends in the first place. There was no support group here like back at home. She didn't have to think twice about connotation or what someone meant when they said something because they all spoke the same language at home. Found similar things funny. Understood implications of words and meanings. That was all gone. Working twice if not three times as hard just to get a foot in the door Y/n was faced with the reality and consequence of her decision. She didn't regret it. Or at least at the moment, she didn't. The gnawing in her chest would subside one day and she would find friends, family. People to kiss under the golden hour sun and dance in the kitchen as things baked in the oven. To sneak around roommates and hold hands under the table at a restaurant. She would find them, like a mantra she chanted this over and over while moving to Korea and now she sat on her couch. Looking off into the middle distance her brain coaxing her to the scenarios where she wouldn't find them. Didn't take that step. Didn't say hi.

Yet she was swimming in silence meant to choke her. Drown her hope.

It wasn't enough to be lonely.

it wasn't enough to not understand.

It was in moments like these did she allow tears to reach her eyes and fall.

Over her cheeks, down her jaw, her neck. Just silently spill into empty glasses that never could be filled in the first place.

Her heart was wretched and blue it needed a fire to stay warm and she was almost there.

She looked around the apartment and could almost see Changbin and Seungmin yell at one another about cards, or Hyunjin silently judging her decorations, Chan trying to help but being told not to, and Felix talking about the pie she made. Just like a picture book, it was so close and she blinked and it was the empty room again. Sinking her fantasy into the sea.

...soon

............its soon

~~~~

The days leading up to the fateful Thursday were one of a lot of shopping, decorating, and cooking. Lots of cooking.

Proving the bread to make the rolls, blind baking the pie crust, hell even making the pie crust to then blind bake it. Mixing stuffing to set overnight, potatoes to peel and mash, cranberries to turn into a sauce, a turkey to baste and season and cook, Arms deep in a bird stuffing it with stuffing.

And yes the fisting jokes abound.

The group chat that was made kept the phone buzzing its way off the counter with the fervency in which some of the boys texted.

Jinnie: What should I wear?

Wolf boy: Do we need to bring anything?

Cat: I googled Thanksgiving and...do you really make hand turkey art?

It made Y/n giggle seeing how excited the boys were getting. This was what she needed after the work put in.

Y/n: Wear whatever you want, be comfortable, but Idk..like nice comfortable? Stuff you wouldn't mind photos being taken in? No don't bring anything, and yes we did as kids.

Bin: ...So no girl group outfit? lol

Y/n: No no you could if you wanted to, but that's between you and Stay lol.

Wolf boy: You sure we don't need to bring anything? I can pick something up on the way.

Minnie: Oy, grandpa she said not to~ ;P

Wolf boy:

Y/n: I cannot wait to see you thursday. Don't kill each other before then. Or else no one is gonna eat the food.

~~~~

The day had arrived. At least the dress rehearsal had. The day before it was no holds bars, if it wasn't going to be done that day it wasn't going to be done. Waking up at 6 am Y/n padded out to the kitchen. Making coffee and something to eat it was the waiting before the rush. The inhale of the orchestra before placing their bow on the strings, the grabbing of a mic and feeling it in your hand, the stare into the crowd before going on stage.

The 'hold your breath and jump.'

And the race was on!

Dishes from the cabinet were taken out, the nice dishes, the ones Y/n picked up thinking her social life would be fuller than it was. Yes those dishes. Beautiful and shined like the inside of a clamshell, pearl dust and fairy tears was what the label read originally. Some rich people shit as far as she was concerned, she just liked it being pretty.

The table was set with a red tablecloth, and leaves from maybe the tree outside her apartment, (they were yellow and red, and who really would have noticed?). Crystal glasses, and tapered candles waiting to be lit. Pine cones and wreath garlands shrugged against window sills and folded oh so strategically a brass-coloured throw blanket on the couch to cover a night of drinking.

The food slowly grew from one side of the counter to taking up the entire kitchen. Even having to borrow a table from her roommate to set everything out. Drinks, games to play. The oven heated up the apartment till Y/n had to take off her hoodie and reminisce that maybe this was what it was like to put coal into a train engine. Warm light from the stove swallowed the apartment in an amber-golden glow. Sitting on the kitchen linoleum her head fell back against the cabinet under the countertop. A smile gracing her features. She could hear the timer tick by, feel the heat from the stove, she could look up to the counter top and see dishes filled with food and it was all for tomorrow. For a good day. To have a good day. It will be worth it. She was sure.

By the time Y/n had decided to fold the fabric napkins it was past 1 in the morning. Her phone lit up with a notification, and she swiped her pin to see it was a text from Chris.

"Hi"

"Hey Chan, whatsup?"

"Nothin, working on music. You uh sure you don't want me to bring anything?"

*sends a photo of the buffet that has been created* "That your answer?"

.....

..........

"You did all that for us?"

"Well yea, I want you to have a good time."

"Y/n-"

"Yes Chan?"

"Thank you. I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Thank you for doing this, I know you've been homesick. So I am looking forward to it!"

"Me too"

turning the screen black Y/n sat back against the chair and looked at the now decidedly more festive apartment. It was like a hallmark movie threw up and she wouldn't change a thing about it.

~~~~

The morning had come. Unlike Christmas or a birthday, this was about family and gathering around a table and honoring those around us. That is what it was supposed to be at least.

Taking the most deep everything shower one can achieve Y/n had it down almost to a science. Lathering body washes, scrubs, hair masks, everything! To hope she could look maybe half as good compared to who was going to walk into her place in a couple hours.

Slipping into a green dress, she put on an apron. Putting the last rolls into the oven wiping down countertops and doing last touches.

She had a hour before all hell would break loose and eight of the most talented men in their generation would be walking in through her front door. It made her nervous.

Not nervous bad, but nervous. First time she had people over to her apartment, first-time friends, but also she did work for them technically. It wasn't lost on Y/n just how amazing this situation was.

How many people would kill to have these opportunities in life. Sure things hurt, and sucked sometimes, but looking around she knew she was grateful and that's what mattered. Till the stove timer went off snapping her back to what needed to be done. Rolls out, covering them with a kitchen towel, running into the bedroom to slap on some makeup and finish her hair. It was just as she put down the last thing did the doorbell go off.

~~~

The group walked in with confidence like they owned the building but Y/n would expect nothing less. All in sweaters and hoodies, sweatpants and big hugs for the host. Standing next to the door Y/n was crushed with biceps only the kpop industry could produce. Holding her tight she kept each boy embraced till they were the first to let go. With Han, Felix, and Chan that could last the entire night though.

"This is your apartment?"

"LOOK AT THE FOOD!"

"You made bread???!"

"Do we eat now??"

"Oy! Y/n you decorated for us? Why?"

*insert Minho elbowing them*

"Its really nice!"

Her apartment was now filled with laughter. Han finding a guitar of course needed to waltz through and serenade anyone who would listen. Chris and Changbin fussing with the tv to get karaoke set up. Hyunjin indeed was judging the decorations but with the artistic eye of admiration in reality. Felix and Seugmin hovered over the food talking about it, pouring drinks. Leeknow sat on the couch scrolling on his phone ultimately being more moral support for the boys at the television. IN staying close to Y/n watching the groups chaos ensue.

It was what she needed.

What she had been missing.

Family.

"Okay everyone, dinner is served!" Taking the turkey out of the oven and the foil off the tops of serving plates "Chan would you do the honors?" Offering to have him place the turkey out on the serving table. His smile reached his eyes as his chest puffed up with pride calling the boys to have a seat. One by one they piled food on their plates high, filling their glasses full, and sitting down at the table antsy so excited to eat with everyone there. For they too felt the separation of the two apartments, they didn't get to have homecooked meals or someone to plan something this nice. But Y/n did. She saw how they ate from food delivery containers, vending machines, and out of each others plates. Her heart ached as did theirs and so tonight, today, would be spent healing that pain.

Chan cut the turkey, Minho continued to smack people's asses because he could, Changbin got up and did a girl group dance playing the song on his phone. People laughed till they cried. Pie was served and everyone commented at how much cool whip was on Felix's because "That's how you're supposed to eat it!"

The sun was setting casting the apartment in that golden hour hue. Where Y/n had normally kept busy, ignoring the pit in her stomach of another day gone by alone. She got to sit back and watch her friends, her new family enjoy time together. Eat a meal that they didn't have to stress about. The golden light filled Y/ns chest with warmth and the fuzziness of blankets at a sleep over, the stuffed animal won at a claw machine, the bed of home after being away. Time had passed, and she could let go of the pain that held her back if these boys were the ones to catch her.

And they would. Time and time again they would catch her. All she needed to do was jump. So while Han sang a disney princess song, and Seungmin and Minho admit defeat that maybe the holidays aren't as bad after all, or even Chan stopped the ever-present work load to be in the moment; Y/n finally had it. What she had been wanting all along. She found her place in the world.

In with these boys, in the laughter, in the pain of loneliness, she had found it.

Uno rounds, songs sung, pillows thrown, food ate, it was truly a Golden StrayKids Thanksgiving after all.

Where no one can be forgotten.

~~~

La fin.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #hyunjin #lee know #seungmin #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #in #lee felix #happy holidays #and thank you for being my friend moots

[wildfloweroutlaw]

The Robbery

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pairing: arthur morgan x female reader

drabble: mutual pining, friends to lovers type of thing.

summary: you and arty rob a homestead together, where you both try to keep your secrets hidden.

a/n: yes i used the cheesy closet trope. no, i’m not mad about it. thank you all for the love i received on my last arthur fic <3 i had lots of fun writing this, i hope you have lots of fun reading it!

word count: 2,367. a bit of a longer read.

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“So whatchu think? We try to be quiet about this or go in guns blazin?” Arthur asked as he studied your face. It was well past midnight and you both lurked in the shadows of the tree line, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Your eyes were trained forward on the task at hand, the homestead. It was a simple two story farm house, cute and quaint. However, you already knew they were sitting on a reasonable amount of valuables. “Definitely quiet. There may only be three of them inside but the father is no shrinking violet. Chances are, his guns would be blazin too.”

Arthur just nodded in response. “We’ll play it safe then. You scoped this place out right?” He glanced over at you, almost sounding worried.

“Course I did Arthur. You act like this is my first time robbin’ a house.” You rolled your eyes a bit at your friend. You may not be the strong arm that Arthur was but you certainly were as good of a thief, if not better. “There’s this door here, the back one. Then the main door is around the front there. From what I can tell the bedrooms are upstairs so we should be able to hit the main level without too much fuss.”

“Alrighty then, sounds like a plan. After you darlin’…” Arthur dramatically motioned for you to head towards the house, a big grin on his face.

You scoffed a bit at the pet name your friend occasionally referred to you as, though only to cover up that fact that it made your stomach do a flip. You pulled your bandanna up over your face, just in case, and headed out of the tree line and to the back door of the house. Arthur mirrored your actions and followed close behind you. Your hand reached for the cool metal knob, and turned as gently as you could. “Damnit.” You cursed to yourself, pushing on the door a bit.

“What?” Arthur leaned down so his face was closer to yours, to hear you better.

You pressed the back of your hand against your forehead, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s locked.”

“‘S okay. Check these windows and I’ll go see about the front door.” Arthur rubbed your shoulder gently before he stalked off around the house.

You let out a big sigh and rubbed your shoulder where Arthur’s hand was just a moment ago. You did your best to stomp down the butterflies that fluttered in your ribcage. You shook your head, scolding yourself for not focusing on the job and got to work tugging on all the windows, hoping just one was unlocked or at least loose. To your dismay, every single one was locked. Cursing under your breath, you decided to go meet up with Arthur out front to see how his luck turned out. Just as you rounded the corner you ran right smack into him. The impact startled you a bit and you instinctively put your hands up against his broad chest. You felt Arthur’s big arms wrap around your back and waist, steadying both of you.

“Shit- I’m sorry (y/n).” Arthur whispered, once again tilting down a bit so his face was closer to your own. His arms were still keeping you caged close to him. “Now I’m the one actin’ like I’ve never robbed a house before.” He chuckled quietly before quickly letting you slip from his grasp. He didn’t realize he had still been holding you, but damn if he didn’t already miss the feeling of you against him. If it wouldn’t have been so dark you might have caught the red that crept up his face. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting from one foot the other. “Any luck?”

You shook your head no, brain churning trying to get a hold on your roaring heart. You could not deny that you had feelings for Arthur, no matter how hard you tried to lie to yourself. But he was your friend, nothing more. You wondered why you liked to torture yourself like this by thinking his touches were ever anything but friendly. “What about you?”

Arthur shook his head as well.

You scratched your head and looked around desperately for an answer. You’d rather not do this the hard way. Sure you may be able to knock on the door, hope they answer, pretend to need help, and have Arthur hold them at gunpoint whilst you search the house. But from what you’ve heard around town this guy had a few loose screws himself, you didn’t want to risk you or Arthur getting shot over a simple job like this. Suddenly your eyes landed on the upstairs windows, just above the porch, and an idea popped into your head. “They probably don’t lock those up there.” You pointed up at the window, and turned to look at Arthur.

Arthur followed your finger all the way up to the second floor, and sighed. “Okay and how exactly are you plannin’ on getting up there?”

“You. You’re gonna give me a lift and then I’ll come down here and let you in. It’ll be easy.” You shot him a big grin.

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Alright then, come on.” He waved you forward.

You followed Arthur to the very edge of the porch, where he stood with his back to the structure. His gaze remained up, making sure he was close enough to the roof of the porch. He put his hand on the small of your back to pull you a bit closer. He bent down and melded his hands into the shape of a step. His face almost brushed against your thigh and he prayed his hat would hide the bright red that rested on his face. He wanted to slap himself, he’s a grown man on a job with his friend and he’s acting like a 15 year old boy who’s never been around a girl before. Course he had been secretly harboring more than a little crush on you for well over a year, and it only seems to grow each time he’s with you.

You placed your foot in the stirrup of his hands and laid your hands upon his shoulders for support. Arthur stood upright and lifted you with ease. Your hands grasped the edge of the roof and you pulled yourself up. As quietly as you could, you made your way over to the window and gave it a tug. Success! It was unlocked. You gave Arthur a thumbs up before disappearing inside.

The room you stepped into was dark. You heard soft snores coming from the bed in the corner, and saw a young man sleeping. You realized this must be the son’s bedroom. Heart racing a bit, you crept to the door, trying to be as cautious as you could. Thankfully their wood floors weren’t too creaky and you were able to make it down the steps to the door without much trouble. You turned the lock gently and pulled the door to, revealing Arthur’s shadowed figure standing in the door way. You nodded for him to come inside, and he obliged, brushing past you. The brief feeling of contact sent tingles down your spine and goosebumps crawling up your skin.

You two decided to split up and meet back in the living room where you could decide if it was worth trying to hit the other rooms on the second floor. You combed through the kitchen, picking up a few decent pieces here and there. Some nice silverware, some jewelry forgotten at the bottom of a drawer, and some food supplies. Arthur searched the back room, which had been made into a make shift wash room. He found one or two valuable pieces himself before circling back to the living room to meet you.

“Whatcha think Arthur?” You whispered to him, standing on your toes a bit to talk into his ear.

He almost jumped out of his skin, hearing the way his name floated off your lips and brushed against his ear. “Yeah um… so far so good. Let’s clear this room then we’ll see about upstairs.” He quickly took a step back, knocking in to a side table with a loud thud. He caught himself with one arm on the back of the couch, but the vase sitting on the table threatened to fall. It wobbled once, twice, then Arthur’s large hands grabbed hold of it. He carefully set it still and you both froze, listening in silence for a few painstaking seconds.

Loud footsteps over head made your stomach drop. Arthur said nothing, just grabbed your arm and tugged you into the closet under the stairs. It was tiny and cramped, your back pressed to Arthur’s chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. Neither of you moved a single inch as you listened to the footsteps come down the steps, you heard the all to familiar sound of a gun click as they began to creep closer. You could feel Arthur’s breath fanning over the top of your head and you could heard the floor creaking just outside the door. Arthur pressed you impossibly close to him, his other hand preparing to reach for the pistol in his holster.

“George? Did you find anything?” A woman’s shrill voice called from the top of the steps.

The man outside the door gave a grunt. “Nothing. I told you you didn’t hear shit woman.” He turned and lumbered back up the steps, grumbling under his breath the whole way, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

You both suddenly became very aware of how close you were. Jesus it was like the man was just trying to tempt you. Arthur nervously loosened his grip on your waist and tried to adjust to give you some more room. However, it seems this closet wasn’t designed to hold men of his stature and he didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You stayed like this for a moments more, making sure all had gone back to bed, before you made your way out of your confines. You both took what you had and hit the road, trying to get as much distance between you and the house before you set up camp.

You picked a secluded area off the main road a good ways away from your previous location. You and Arthur hadn’t said much the whole ride there and even now you sat in silence around the fire he had built for you.

“Look (y/n) I’m sorry about tonight. I should have been more careful, especially with you there.” His gaze fell to his boots, hat brim coming down to hide his face.

“It’s not a big deal Arthur. It was an accident and it all turned out fine anyways.” Similar to Arthur, you studied your boots as well. You’ve had a hard time looking at him since leaving the house. If you did, you were reminded that you could quite possibly be falling for a man who doesn’t feel the same about you, jeopardizing your friendship. You weren’t too sure you could go on lying to yourself about what you felt for him, the floodgates had been opened.

“Nah it ain’t even that… I’m sorry if I made you… uncomfortable. It wasn’t what intended I-I just didn’t think it through all the way-“

“Arthur.” You watched him as he desperately tried to explain away.

“Honestly I wasn’t thinking at all (y/n) and-“

“Arthur!” You now turned to face him fully, still trying to get his attention.

“I’m just real sorr-“ Arthur was interrupted by you slamming your lips to his. At first he was so surprised he sat there, stiff as a statue. After a few seconds he let his desires free, returning the kiss.

You pulled back, eyes focused on his sea green ones. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable Arthur.” You returned to facing the fire, watching the hot flames flicker, thinking that’s how your insides felt. “Truth is, it’s been pissing me off how much I enjoyed it.” Feeling like you were already in deep you decided there was no going back anyways.

“Huh?” Arthur was rather confused, and his eyes scanned your face, desperately trying to find an answer on your features.

“Arthur… I know we’re friends and all, and I shouldn’t have let this happen in the first place…but I’ve had feelings for you for longer than I’d like to admit. I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t-“ you began to word vomit, frantically trying to explain yourself and let out all that you’ve been holding in.

“You think it’s wrong?” He leaned back on the log he was on, arms crossed.

“Well… we’re friends. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking of you in any other way.” You quickly adverted your eyes from Arthur, suddenly feeling like a child in his presence.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Well darlin we got big problems…”

Here it is. The big rejection you’ve feared. You weren’t sure if your friendship could ever be the same after this.

“If it’s wrong then me and you are on the same boat. Cause I’ve been sweet on ya… just about since the day I meet ya.” As much as his roaring heart told him to look away, he didn’t. He forced himself to keep his eyes on you.

You quickly turned to meet his gaze, saying nothing for a moment. You began to laugh a little, “Arthur we’re a pair of fools, you know that?” You rubbed your face in the palm of your hands. “A pair of fools.” You repeated. You then lifted your head from your hands to turn back to Arthur. You gently placed one hand upon his own, which rested on his thigh. You leaned in, this time waiting for Arthur to meet you the rest of the way.

He gingerly took a strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, hand stopping to rest on you jaw. Slowly, he pressed his lips to yours, this time much deeper. “Yeah, yeah darlin we are.” He murmured against your mouth before going back in for another kiss.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption x reader #red dead fandom #red dead redemption arthur

[cubicle-eyes]

Pants

Max , m!reader

PLATONIC

Reader is implied to be Robin's brother, but might as well be Max's in this fic lol

Y/N is graduated.

Max probably knows him through Steve and/or Billy.

Y/N's house = second home

Platonic cuddling and Y/N just pets her hair 🥺

A/N: spelling errors because I'm DYING.

TW: Literally About Periods, so be a man and deal with it.

Summary: Max had an inncident and shows up at your house for a solution, and your happy to help.

"SHIT, Y/N!"

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?!"

Y/N cried. He flung open the door. Max was standing on the front porch, and she despretly shoved her way inside. It wasn't uncommon, since Y/N lived very close to the highschool, but Max never dropped by so.. violently.

"Do you have an extra pair of pants?" She pleaded. Y/N, suddenly understanding, relaxed.

"Damnit, Max! I thought you were injured or someone was dying! Shit! Had me all worried over some pants."

"Well it's not my fault I bled through them!"

"Yeah, yeah. Do you use tampons? I only have pads but I can go grab some if you want."

"Why do you even have-"

"Robin."

"Oh. I can use a pad until I get home."

"Good. How bad was it?"

"Not that bad."

Max followed Y/N like a lost puppy as Y/N glanced at her pants and back to his dresser.

"I have a pair VERY similar to those that Robin left here, so change into these. Want a pair of underwear too? It'll be boxers but I have an unopened pack."

"That would be great."

Her voice was suddenly small as Y/N handed her the pants. He grabbed the bag of boxers, opening it. He shrugged, handing them to her.

"They might be a little big and if they are you can wear my belt and look like a pimp with your undies hanging out your pants."

"Y/N!"

She laughed, starting for his bathroom. Y/N waited for her, to make sure she didn't have any trouble. She cracked the door after awhile.

"Belt."

"Yep."

Y/N turned, grabbing the belt he had hanging in his room and jogging back to the bathroom door, handing it to her. She thanked him, shutting the door again. She came back out after awhile, awkwardly holding her pants in a bundle, and Y/N assumed her underwear was in there.

"You want to stay awhile, Maxine? I'll make you a snack, wash your pants."

"Sure. Thank you."

"No problem. Steve may be the babysitter, but only because I'm the brother."

Y/N chuckled to himself, taking her clothes. He could tell Max thought it was odd he was so.. okay with the mention of her monthly. To Y/N, a man didn't care, and a boy would squirm and complain. He threw the clothes in the washer, and head back to the living room. Max had made herself comfortable, spread out on Y/N's couch as she flicked through the channels.

"Earth to Max, what do you want to eat?"

"You got crackers?"

"Yep. Want anything with them or are you a basic bitch?"

"I will smack you with the power of God if you call me 'basic' or 'bitch' ever again."

"Still."

"You got pickles?"

".. No, no cheese, no meat nothing? Pickles and crackers?"

"Yep."

"..Do you want me to cut one into slices for you?"

"Yes please."

She grinned dramatically, blinking her eyes and trying to sway Y/N with her innocence. Y/N turned, flipping her off as he grabbed a pack of crackers and the pickle jar. She scoffed.

"If you were looking I'd flip you off so hard."

"Well I'm not. Resort to your worst, Maxi-pad."

"You. Did. Not."

She bust into laughter, and soon Y/N was bringing the wheezing girl her snack. She sat up, and Y/N sat next to her. Max dug into the snack, subconciously leaning her body against the older boy. Y/N grinned to himself.

"Hey Max, whenever you're done with your snack you should head home. Just swing by tomorrow for your clothes."

"M'kay. Thanks again."

"For such a little shit," Y/N muttered, playing with Max's ponytail, "You are really nice."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

"'m not!"

"Are too!"

Max laughed, wiggling around to get more comfy againt Y/N. He rolled his eyes, taking the remote and flicking through the channels. Max would head home soon, but for now, they were content existing with each other.

#platonic #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #writing #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x male reader #comfort #fanfiction

[mirx-xko-offical]

Going home...

Sad!Idia x Leaving!Reader

TWs: Angst (Ig?-), Sad bby Ortho

INFO~

I deffo recommend listening to ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine bc this one is kinda based off of that song. Idia being in depression :( Implied Fem reader I never proofread my stories so I'm not even going to act like I will later :,)

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"Don't leave me please..."

"I have to..."

"I'm begging.. Just stay please."

"I'm sorry."

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Crowley had finally found a way for [Name] to get home (surprisingly-) which should be a good thing right? That's what [Name] had thought but after all the friends and relationships she had made in this world had made her rethink things.

Standing at the mirror, all of her belongings in her hands, [Name] held back tears as she looked back to all of her friends. "I guess it's time for my MC speech isn't it..?" She tried to lighten the mood, cracking on of her and Idia's usual jokes.

But even she couldn't cheer herself up. "I truly enjoyed my time here and I will miss all of the friends and more I made here. Sevens... I didn't expect myself to be so torn up by this." She chuckled a little, whipping a tear from her cheek.

Besides from Crowley's bawling, he managed to speak up. "S-Since I am ever so gracious... I shall allow you to have some one on o-one time with the students by dorm." [Name] could barely understand what he had said but she agreed to it nonetheless. "Thank you Crowley. May I request to speak with the Ignihyde dorm first?"

Crowley nodded before leading the rest of the students out of the room, leaving Idia and Ortho. "W-Why us first..?" Idia shyly mumbled, seemingly trying to not seem as sad as he was. "You're my friend, are you not?" She as Ortho jumped into her arms. "Big sis don't go!" He begged.

"I have to Ortho... You know that I'm not supposed to stay here." She answered him, holding him close before letting go and turning back to the older Shroud.

"I guess this is goodbye.." He said as he looked down to the ground. "Jeez that's cringy af..." He said with embarrassment. She only chuckled before embracing him, making him flinch is surprise.

"Please don't go..."

"Idia, you know I have to.."

"I'm begging you. please just stay..." His voice muffled in her hood, unable to hold it back anymore and ultimately crying into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry but I can't." She said as she let go, still holding Idia's hands. "I'll miss you." She said as she backed away, letting go of his hands.

"[Name] I-I have something to tell you before you go." Ortho looked at him in shock, realizing what he was about to say. "I... I love you." He said as he looked up to her, seeing her shocked expression. "I know this is a real cheesy confession and super late one too but I-I thought I should've told you b-before you left."

"Idia... I love you too." She confessed before Crowley busted in. "Times up. Any suggestions for whom should be next [Name]?" He asked as Idia looked back to you one last time and Ortho clung onto you. "You can just go in order now." She sighed as Ortho let go and followed his brother out the doors, allowing the other dorms to come through.

After everyone was finished [Name] tried to not look back this time as she stood at the mirror again. "Mirror bring this student back to her home." Crowley spoke up as the mirror turned black before clearing up to show [Name]'s hometown.

She couldn't help but look back to Idia, smiling a little before entering the mirror before vanishing.

"God damnit..."

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GOING TO START CRYING OMG-

Erm-

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this honest shitpost.

Why must Idia's name keep wanting to autocorrect to Idea or India??

Also why did they make the dorm names so hard to spell ;-;

Enough with the yapping- I seriously make this at like 1 am for like to reason beside from my sister playing ceilings on repeat :,)

#twst idia #idia x reader #idia x mc #twst x you #disney twst #twst x reader #twst #shitpost #i'm sobbing #Mirx writes

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Dark [07]

ー The scene starts in the Big Hall at Eden

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

Kou: ...Haah.

Will Azusa-kun be alright? Perhaps we should still go after him after all...?

Yuma: God, we’re not his mom, ya know...

Kou: But we’re his big brothers, aren’t we? Aren’t you worried about him, Yuma-kun?

I bet you’re worried about Azusa-kun as well, aren’t you, M-neko-chan?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Yuma: But what if he notices that we’ve followed him?

That’d only make the situation even more complicated, no?

Kou: I mean, you do have a point...

Yui: ( I hope he can safely meet up with Ruki-kun... )

( It’ll be fine, right? I’m sure... )

ー The door opens

*Creaaak*

Yui: ...!

ー Somebody approaches them

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...!

Kou: Geezー You took forever! ...Wait, huh? Where’s Azusa-kun?

Ruki: Azusa...? What are you talking about?

Yui: Eh!?

Ruki: ...Tell me what’s going on. We can discuss our next step.

Monologue

We told Ruki-kun,

about everything which went down up to this point.

About how the three of us put our heads together yesterday,

and asked Azusa-kun to deliver him something he forgot,

to help boost his confidence. 

As well as how Ruki-kun ended up returning home first,

before even meeting up with Azusa-kun.

Who could have ever predicted,

that this would happen as a result of us doing all of this behind his back.

All we could do,

was lower our heads to Ruki-kun. 

Ruki: ...That is exactly why I told you to leave him be.

Yui: ...I’m so sorry. But I just couldn’t sit still and do nothing while watching him like that...

Ruki: While this is nothing but speculation on my part, seeing as I did not cross paths with Azusa on my way back here, I believe it is possible that he may have wandered off into Vibora territory.

I just hope he hasn’t been discovered and taken captive...

Yui: ...!?

Ruki: The Vampire and Vibora territories lie right next to each other. 

Someone who is well acknowledged with the area like myself can skillfully avoid crossing the border, but Azusa is a whole different story...

Yui: No way...

( So it’s our fault that Azusa-kun might be in danger right now...? )

Kou: ...!

Yuma: Damnit!

ー Kou and Yuma move towards the door

Ruki: Where are you two going?

Yuma: Aah? We’re gonna go save Azusa, duh!

Kou: It’s all our fault. We have to rush to his rescue at once...!

Yui: W-Wait! Me too...!

Ruki: ...You can’t. I won’t let you act without permission.

Yui: B-But! Then Azusa-kun will...

Ruki: We don’t know for sure if he has been caught. I want you to have some faith in Azusa.

The three of you thought very hard to come up with this plan. Don’t you think that you should see how things play out until the end?

Yui: ...

Ruki: If you act now, the whole plan will have been for nothing.

And you will only end up hurting Azusa even more.

Yui: ...Right.

Kou: ...I understand. We’ll listen to you.

Yuma: ...Ugh...

Yui: ( But if Azusa-kun has actually been captured... )

( Azusa-kun. Please be safe... )

ー The scene shifts to the forest

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...Haah, haah...

( Where am I? )

( I didn’t think I’d accidentally enter Vibora territory... )

...Haah.

( I have to hurry up and deliver Ruki the thing he forgot. ...I messed up... )

...But they finally relied on me for something...

I have to push through, until I get this to Ruki...

*Rustle*

Azusa: ーー !?

ー Somebody approaches him

Azusa: ( I’ve been surrounded...!? Who are these people...? )

( They don’t seem to be Vibora...But if they’re a threat... )

*Cling*

Azusa: ( ...I do have a knife on me. While I might not be able to defeat all of them, I should be able to buy myself some time to run at least... )

???: ーー What do we have here?

Azusa: ...!

???: I didn’t think I’d run into a fellow Vampire over here!

What’s wrong? Are you lost, perhaps?

Azusa: ( ...His whole body is dripping with blood...Is he injured, perhaps...? )

???: Ah, I’m not a foe, you see. So could you lower the knife?

Azusa: ...Okay.

*Rustle*

Azusa: But...Are you alright? That blood...Are you hurt somewhere...?

???: Aah, it’s a long story. But it’s someone else’s blood which splashed on me, so don’t worry.

Azusa: ( Someone else’s blood...? Don’t tell me this man fought with the Vibora...? )

Kino: Right, right! I’m a little late to introduce myself but...My name’s Kino.

These people around me are my Ghoul companions. 

Azusa: Ghouls...? You mean those people who are being discriminated against within the Demon World...?

Kino: Yup, exactly. Even though we belong to different species, we’re on the same side.

Azusa: ( I remember Ruki telling me about them... )

( Because Ghouls lack magic powers, they don’t belong in this society, so they live secluded in poor living conditions... )

( But I wonder what they’re doing together with a Vampire then...? )

Kino: ...More importantly, who are you? What brought you here?

Azusa: Eh? Well...

( Should I tell him...? )

( But...He doesn’t seem to have any ill will, plus he’s a Vampire just like me, so... )

ー Azusa explains the situation to Kino

Kino: ...Hm, I see. If you’re Azusa, you must be one of the Mukami’s, right?

Azusa: You know me...?

Kino: Kind of. But that doesn’t matter right now, does it?

You were being chased down by the Vibora, weren’t you? Want me to save you then?

Azusa: Eh...?

Kino: I’m offering that I could explain the situation to the Vibora King, Zweig.

I have a bunch of connections, you see. I’ll help you out.

You want to deliver the thing Ruki forgot, don’t you?

Azusa: ...

It’s okay. I’ll manage by myself somehow...

Kino: Ahaha! ‘It’s okay’, you say? And what are you going to do if you get caught by the Vibora and you’ve only got one arm to work with?

Azusa: ...

I only need one hand to wield a knife...So I’ll be alright...

Kino: ...Heeh?

Azusa: ( Kino-san...He kind of hard to figure out and rather creepy. )

( I have to...hurry and make it to Ruki... )

ー The scene shifts to the guest room at Eden

*Creaak*

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...

( I had no idea the bed would feel this empty with nobody besides me. )

Azusa-kun...

Selection

→ Be worried about Azusa

Yui: ( I can’t behlp but we worried about him... )

( Should I really just wait here...? )

→ Azusa can do this��(❦)

Yui: ( I’m sure he’ll be fine, right...? )

( I’ll have faith in him. )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Haah...I can’t sleep.

Monologue

Whenever I close my eyes, anxiety wells up from inside. 

I stepped out on the balcony all alone,

in a desperate attempt to distract myself a little.

While usually, Azusa-kun would be there,

quietly joining my side, right now he is not.

It felt as if a huge hole had opened up in my heart,

as tears naturally began to flow. 

ーー Azusa-kun, please be safe (無事でいて). 

I wished (願った) over and over again, to the shooting stars falling through the night sky.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[thiawen]

Since I’ve asked about challenges recently, I wanted take a minute to talk about my favorite challenges that I follow. (Though I confess I have yet to participate even though I’ve followed them for years. Someday, damnit.)

These are all multi fandom events that are free for everyone to follow and participate. I highly recommend them.

First up: Evil Author Day

EAD is an annual event that occurs every February 15. It’s where authors post any of their Works In Progress for people to get a peak at and enjoy. Here’s the evil part - there are no promises attached to these snippets. The author may never get back to it. There may never be more than what you see or they may finish it next week. It’s read at your own risk. Seriously.

Jilly James maintains a masterlist of EAD participants that can be found here:

This goes back to 2015 and it’s still going strong. I encourage anyone who wants to participate. I’m thinking of doing so myself this year. When the time comes, you can drop a link to Jilly and she will add you to the masterlist.

Next: Quantum Bang

Quantum Bang is a Big Bang Writing Event and the theme is fix-it fics. It’s been going for a few years now and I love it. It’s too late for anyone else to participate this year but posting begins in June for anyone who wants to see this years offers. They also maintain an archive of previous years if you want to check it out. There are some absolutely amazing fics there and I highly recommend it.

You can find the website and archive here:

You can sort the archive by years, fandom, genre, author and artist. Very convenient.

Next: Rough Trade

Rough Trade is a multi fandom theme challenge. There are three challenges a year in April, July, and November. It’s technically two themes at a time and you can do one or the other or both. Whatever you want. The challenges for 2023 will be as follows:

April: Crossover / Found Family

July: The Sentinel / Natural Disaster

November: Magical World / Second Chances

You can check it out here:

You have to become a member to dig deeper into the site but anyone can sign up and subscribe.

Last: The Big Moxie

The Big Moxie is another multi fandom themed challenge but I think its a little more flexible than Rough Trade. Here are the Rules:

1. Minimum 5,000 words count (no maximum)

2. Any fandom (no RPF)

3. No limit on the number of stories

4. Only unpublished works qualify

The Big Moxie is a quarterly challenge. It’s too late to sign up for the first quarter this year but here they are:

Q1 - Inexplicable Babies

Q2 - Fusion/Crossover

Q3 - Friends to Lovers

Q4 - Time Travel

You can also find the To Every Season Challenge on this site. It’s a seasonal theme challenge that I’m sure a lot of people would enjoy.

Original Winter – January – March

Theme: Original Characters

Alternative Spring – April – June

Theme: Gender and Sexuality expressions outside of the binary

Sapphic Summer – July – September

Theme: Femslash pairing (Yes, it can be platonic)

Vibrant Autumn – October – December

Theme: Characters of color

You can find the site here:

I hope everyone enjoys all of these as much as I have. And I encourage anyone who wants to participate. It’s open to everyone and the fandoms and fics I’ve seen have been diverse and amazing. Go check it out.

#fandom thoughts #writing prompt #fanfic #fandom #danny phantom #DC #Marvel #Thunderbirds #Thunderfam #Fanfiction #fandom writing events #writing events #Evil Author Day #Rough Trade #Quantum Bang #The Big Moxie

[wastedpotentialsblog]

I hope Bungie puts Tormentors in the raid.

In Scourge of the Past, we got Berserkers which were like Champions before Champions. They were only in the raid but that was kinda understandable. I fully expected their model to pop up in BL as Eliksni Exos or something. We got Brigs though, so I'm not really upset about it.

In BL, the Eliksni of House Salvation got their hands on Stasis but there were no Stasis users in the raid (there may have been one Ultra after the Deep Stone Lullaby jump puze???) Either way, it was insignificant. There were plenty of places to put them. They could be the ones with the Scanner, Operator augments. They could even made one of the pirate bosses this season be a Stasis user.

In Witch Queen, we got Hive Guardians but they weren't in the raid either. Yeah, the context of the raid didn't really require them, but I would've taken them being shoehorn in. Hive Guardians followed us in as we weakened the Pyramid defenses. Hell, even in the beginning boat section, if there was a big fight with Lucent Hive and Scorn.

Tormentors look badass but I'm afraid they'll only be in the campaign. Bungie has all these really cool upper tier enemies but after the mainline campaign, you can only find them in patrol spaces, repayable campaign missions, or content nobody plays (I'm looking at you Empire Hunts).

There are a lot of enemies that could literally change the tempo of a fight, like completely change how an encounter goes but they're in patrol spaces so they evaporate if you look at them too hard or they just don't really do anything unique

*cough cough* Heavy Shanks *cough cough*

I think Wyverns get a pass though. Their constant aggression, shielding Vex behind them, constantly moving forward, their fucking Warp Lances, their fucming Gravity slam, those fuckers are packing but they aren't as prolific as I'd like them to be. But that's more of a "Vex as a whole" issue.

I dont know man, I'm rambling now but TLDR: Put the new enemies in the raid, damnit and make the enemies hurt more.

#destiny 2 #destiny #rambling #destiny 2 season of the plunder

[rametarin]

“Damnit, Billy.”

Or, my crackpot Legacy of Kain theory.

So. Legacy of Kain is an old as fuck videogame series that started with Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain. It was then followed up by Soul Reaver: Legacy of Kain.

Then Soul Reaver 2

Then Blood Omen 2

Then Legacy of Kain: Defiance.

Over the course of these games, we see the nobleman Kain die and become damned, become a vampire, and then learn he’s also intended to be a scion of these magical fundamental pillars of his world that are fundaments of creation. He is the Balance Guardian.

But there’s an antagonistic force at work in his story, called Moebius. The Time Pillar guardian that conspired to have the Pillar Guardians murder each other and set the scions of the magic of the earth on one another, weakening the pillars’ hold on divine power.

Destiny is predetermined in LoK. When mortal and without any sort of magic or divine writ, you’ll live or die according to destiny. All things happen for a reason, you cannot avoid the fate written in the stars. Except, that’s not 100% true. Those outside the story can, indeed, manipulate events in history.

When this happens, it creates a paradox. Linear time reshuffles itself to retain as much integrity as possible, before the irritants that disrupt its view of history are removed. Depending on how big a paradox, this may be a small tear or a big one, resulting in dramatic changes to time that only those that change history or are outside of some of its flows, are aware of.

The Elder God that Raziel meets and claims to have ressuirected him, is one such being with knowledge of both the past and present. But even they cannot fully see what those outside linear time may do. So it’s a 4 dimensional chess game between these entities, somewhat or completely outside time’s and the universe’s control.

That said, I was just watching an old video, and had a thought.

What if, the human warlord, the Nemesis (whom Silicon Knights deliberately styled after Nazis Germany and styled his legions after them) armed with the Soul Reaver, was affected by this time paradox himself?

Tony Jay (RIP), the voice actor for numerous characters in Legacy of Kain, provided the voice for both the Nemesis as well as the Elder God.

What if The Nemesis, Sir William the Just, was not fated to die- and he was fated to continue existing? What if the time paradox of Kain going back in time and slaying him, both of them armed with the Soul Reaver, smashed that poor bastard through time and space so hard that he BECAME an eldritch entity, that then turned right around at the dawn of time on that reality, and started to consume it, as was his destiny?

..

And this just gets more deep when you realize that Raziel’s decision has always been, as a kind of living embodiment of integrity, vengeance and justice, wielding the spirit of the Soul Reaver, a key and tool integral to the Pillars of the Earth, a choice between slaying Kain or slaying the Elder God.

And what does Raziel do here? He has a choice to kill Kain. He instead brings the Soul Reaver (physical), conjoined with its twin soul (spiritual) down on Sir William the Just’s tomb. With Kain joking, “Poor William.”

Raziel chose to spare Kain and kill the demiurge, the false god, with the Soul Reaver.

William and Elder God were both voiced by Tony Jay (this is flimsy evidence, as again, Tony voiced numerous characters in both branches of this franchise)

Having justified this long screed to you now, I hereby dub the nameless, unknowable eldritch entity that is consuming Nosgoth...

Billy.  Damnit, Billy.

[panicattheattic]

Falling Asleep on Them Headcanons

Lucifer

So you were in trouble right?

Yup, you aren't even sure what you did this time.

But here you were.

In Lucifer's room.

Getting a talking-to that's been going on for like 3 hours now.

At this point you were sitting beside Lucifer on his bed.

Kinda looking towards him, but not really paying attention.

But he just kept going on and on.

Eventually you started to get really sleepy.

Ah that's right, you were in trouble for staying out so late...

You tried to fight the drowsiness fearing you'd just get in trouble again.

That didn't work so well.

Soon you were slumped over, fast asleep.

Lucifer felt your weight on him and he knew immediately you had fallen asleep.

That may or may not have been part of his plan.

To be fair, he originally was just going to give you one of his extensive speeches about following the rules.

But once he saw you were barely staying awake, he decided to take advantage of it.

Can you blame him?

You look so adorable when you sleep.

Just don't be alarmed when you wake up tomorrow in Lucifer's bed all snuggled up in his sheets.

Mammon

He was over at your room.

Again.

You were watching a compilation of the best Lord of Fools moments from the TSL anime.

Mammon was crying, but that's besides the point.

You held on to his arm in order to comfort him.

"I-I'm fine, ya dummy! Ya think the great Mammon needs someone to hold him??"

You managed to convince him it was for you instead of him, so he let it slide.

Not that that was something difficult for him to do.

The warmth that radiated off of him was calming, so calming infact, that you couldn't help snuggling into his side even more and drifting off to sleep.

At first when he noticed, Mammon nearly freaked out.

"W-Wha' do ya think your doin'?!"

But upon confirming that you really were asleep.

And since no one else was around.

He let his true feelings show.

He gently moved your hair from your face as he gazed upon you lovingly.

The position might have not been comfortable for either of you, but he didn't dare move for fear of waking you.

He didn't want the moment to end.

Leviathan

You were watching an anime from the human world.

The original Dragon Ball.

You wanted to show it to Levi because you thought he'd enjoy it's quirky humor.

But you didn't have the same magical energy that "Master Otaku Leviathan" had.

You really couldn't stay up all night as much as you tried.

It was well after midnight when your head fell on his shoulder.

You fell asleep without meaning to.

To say that Levi nearly died would be an understatement.

What was happening?

What were you doing?

This sorta thing only happens in animes!

And not to guys like him!

Right?

Yeah, if you woke up you'd probably be upset at him for allowing this...

B-but maybe not?

Levi was happy, scared, excited and mortified all at the same time.

He tensed up so bad that he was in more muscle pain than you when you woke up.

Satan

So this was a pretty usual occurrence actually.

Whenever you would read together, all cuddled up, it often ended with you falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Depending on the book (like if he knew you actually liked it) he'd stop reading and set the book aside.

He'd hold you and stare at you, mesmerized by the soothing rise and fall of your chest.

He'd stay wherever you were until you woke up, sometimes falling asleep himself.

But if couldn't sleep, he'd stroke your hair and enjoy the simplicity of your breathing.

Asmodeus

You were sharing a bath in Asmo's super cushy bathroom.

You were wearing bathing suits, something Asmo half-heartedly pouted about.

He was going off about style and devilgram drama.

As much as you wanted to listen to him.

Because he was undeniably cute when he was honestly passionate about something.

You were starting to feel incredibly sleepy.

Probably because Asmo had kept you up the entire night before.

Just doing each other's make up and gossiping. (Get out of that gutter, please.)

You were kinda worried you'd drown if you fell asleep in here, but you knew Asmo would keep you safe.

So you eventually gave in to sleep.

Asmo noticed when you sank a bit lower in the water.

"MC? Are you-- Ooh~ How adorable!!"

He tried to keep his squeals of delight as quiet as possible.

He failed.

Thankfully you were well an truly down for the count at this point.

He wanted to let you sleep so he could just watch your cute sleeping face.

But he didn't want your skin to get pruny and dry so he did his best to carry you back to his room without waking you.

You did wake up, but just slightly.

All he could make out from your slurred, half-awake talking was his name.

He could have died from the cuteness then and there.

Though, not gonna lie, he was really curious about whatever you could be dreaming about.

Pushing that thought aside (for now) he set you down on a towel which he had placed on his bed and, after getting dry, laid down beside you.

He couldn't help but stroke your face as he too drifted off to sleep with a smile.

Beelzebub

Okay, so you know how after you eat a lot you get really sleepy?

Well there was a big meal today, since Simeon showed up offering to cook Celestial realm food, and you jumped on the chance to stack your plate with heavenly goodies.

Through the meal, you were very aware of Beel eyeing your plate as he ate across from you.

You knew what he was thinking.

There was no way you could finish all that food.

And usually he would have been right.

You felt just about ready to burst.

But it wasn't every day you got to eat Simeon's cooking and, damnit, you were going to enjoy it!

It also didn't help that the way Beel kept hungrily eyeing your food made you all the more possessive over it.

It was your food!

And you were gonna eat it!

And that was a mistake.

You ate way too much and after your stomach ache went down all that was left was sleepiness.

And so that led to Beel checking up on you while you laid on your bed in receding pain.

He was reasonably worried after watching you eat much more food than you should physically be able to handle.

When he asked you how you felt you only responded with a groan and beckoned him over.

When he sat down on your bed, you placed your head in his lap.

Beel felt warmer than after eating a super spicy double cheeseburger from Hell's Kitchen.

So he happily let you sleep as he rubbed your back, hoping to help you feel better.

Belphegor

You honestly have no clue how you ended up falling asleep quicker than Belphie.

Well, you were pretty tired already from studying so much.

And your tutor did keep insisting on being a bad influence.

And when the person who's supposed to be helping you learn is purposely trying to lull you to sleep, going so far as to put his favorite cow patterned pillow under your head...

It's kinda hard to stay awake.

Belphie was really upfront about having no interest in studying, preferring to just cuddle and nap.

But when you persisted he "agreed" to help you study.

He knew sleep better than anyone, so putting you to sleep would be easy.

By the time you did fall asleep however, he hadn't expected to find your head on his arm rather than on his pillow.

Not that he was complaining.

He was definitely not complaining.

But now that he had you, he wasn't planning on letting go until he was no longer sleepy.

So if you don't like cuddling, you might want to get used to it.

~Aqua

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[bunny-xoxo]

Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

warning(s): none

a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)

characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner

Mikasa

Your eyelids

Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((

Armin

Your cheek

It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.

Levi

Your hands

He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3

Hange

Your forehead

They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3

Eren

Your neck

Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.

Connie

The top of your head

It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.

Sasha

Your lips

It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.

Jean

Your shoulders

He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!

Zeke

Your thighs

It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Reiner

Your back

Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.

this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)

requests are open

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[charlottepuddingsama]

Taste of Her Own Medicine

I wrote a zosan fic; come read it (Ao3 link in the reblog)

Description: Zoro is running late to a meeting with Sanji. When he finally gets there Sanji is swooning over the ex that crushed his heart while she peacocks and shows off her new boyfriend. People like that really pissed Zoro off.

Zoro checked his watch again. God damnit, he was late. Again. Which meant Sanji was going to kill him for it. Again. He couldn’t even pin this on Sanji this time, either, because Zoro was the one to suggest they meet at the fountain. To be fair, when he suggested it he’d been sure that he in-fact knew the way to the fountain. When he reached where it should have been, however, it inexplicably wasn’t there.

Now he’s rushing halfway across town to get to where it apparently actually is, if his phone’s map could be trusted (Zoro did not trust his phone’s map, sure that it was constantly sending him on the slowest, stupidest route possible. He was definitely always better off just going his own way). At least the exercise was warming him up, the sun yet to burn off the late spring morning’s chill.

He was only twenty minutes late, maybe Sanji would let him off easy for once? Zoro sighed inwardly, knowing that would never happen. It was going to be stupid to be yelled at about this, too, since they weren’t even doing anything where timing was all that important. They were just trying to find good birthday presents for Luffy. Zoro was kind of hopeless at presents while Sanji was always amazing at them, always picking out something thoughtful and custom-tailored to the recipient. Zoro most often showed up with an amazon gift card feeling completely stupid about it. Knowing this, Zoro had stealthily suggested they go hunting together so they didn’t, “buy him the same thing.” As if Zoro would ever give as good of a gift as Sanji would. He was actually surprised Sanji hadn’t seen right through him and refused, but the other had actually more-or-less readily accepted the idea. Zoro supposed there was a first time for everything.

The first time for Zoro to not make himself late, however, was not today.

After some wrong turns and two dead ends that might have actually been the same dead end twice, Zoro finally, finally saw the large fountain that marked the beginning of the city park come into view. He slowed his jog to a walk, glad he hadn’t yet broken a sweat. Couldn’t let Sanji think he actually cared about keeping their appointment. Not that it mattered what the cook thought, of course, but if he thought Zoro cared he might somehow get an even bigger head than he already had. Not that Zoro actually cared in the first place, too, of course. He hadn’t been looking forward to spending a whole day shopping with Sanji even a little. Not at all.

Zoro looked around the paved area, searching for Sanji amongst the small crowd mingling by the fountain. The day was still a bit crisp from the morning, but that didn’t seem to dissuade people as they gathered around the mouth of the park. Some were alone, some in groups, and others towed animals on leashes either walking the pets or clearly getting walked by them. Zoro surveyed the whole crowd, looking for Sanji standing off by himself, probably bent agitatedly over his phone with a cigarette in his mouth. None of the loners in the area fit his description though.

Had Zoro somehow actually made it here first after all? That didn’t seem even a little bit likely. He kept looking.

Finally, after a long moment of searching, he managed to spot him. A familiar head of blonde hair, a neat dress shirt, and long legs stood by the side of the fountain striking an impossible-to-mistake silhouette.

He wasn’t alone, though.

In front Sanji was an unfamiliar couple: some brunette girl holding the hand of an average looking boy. Was Sanji hitting on a stranger while her boyfriend was literally right there? Really?

Zoro’s face morphed into an unimpressed look. How classic. He really had no idea what he was expecting, offering to take Sanji around in public where he might run into females in the wild. A strong feeling of annoyance grew in his chest at just imagining the stupid drivel that must be spewing out of that mouth of his.

Zoro began to march over there with intentions to drag Sanji away by the ear when he suddenly stopped himself in his own tracks. His brows furrowed, studying the way Sanji was standing. His entire posture was eerily off. One hand was in his pocket while the other held a lit cigarette. His shoulders were tight and a little high, legs slightly farther apart than normal as if on defense. There was absolutely none of the easy oozing he exuded whenever he normally was chatting up some girl. He wasn’t swooning even a little.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

A thrum of worry pulsed through Zoro. It wasn’t that he was worried about Sanji – he could take care of himself, plus, Zoro reminded himself, he didn’t give a fuck about him (how does he keep forgetting that?). Rather, he was worried about what kind of threat these two people could possibly pose to get someone as cool-headed as Sanji so visibly tense.

Looking at the two, he knew he couldn’t place the boy, but the brunette… did he know her? Her face was rather indistinct, no particular piece of it sticking out to him. Her clothes looked well-pressed, and they were probably fashionable, not that Zoro had any real frame of reference for that. Her brown hair was half tied up in two little buns on her head, the rest left to fall down past her shoulders. She just seemed like a completely random, normal person; an auto-generation of any other girl about their age in the city.

Then the girl laughed at something. The sound was shrill and obnoxious in a way that grated on every nerve Zoro had. He wanted to absolutely break something.

Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Zoro knew exactlywho this girl was. He scowled at the memory.

She was some chick Sanji had dated for a while, maybe a couple months? A name itched at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. Two months was considerably longer than most of Sanji’s little trysts. He had even brought her around to meet everyone once; it was kind of a big deal since they’re friends are not only their family, but also extremely likely to scare any normal person away. Sanji had really, really actually liked this girl, Zoro was pretty sure.

And then she dumped him.

She’d reportedly done it unceremoniously one night, completely out of the blue. She simply told Sanji that she was, “done with this relationship now,” and left. Zoro had heard that line a hundred times over in the weeks following as Sanji wallowed pitifully, hit hard by the sudden cold shoulder. It had not been a pretty sight in the slightest. The ever-enamored cook had eventually bounced back, like he always did, but it really had taken longer than usual. Even Zoro had felt sorry for the guy at the time.

And now here she was. A completely random encounter in a city filled with a thousand other people that could be here instead. And she had the nerve to do, what? Strike up a casual conversation with someone she herself had so soundly dumped, some new boy in her tow? Inching closer, Zoro just barely started to be able to hear them. It was clear even just from her tone that the words exchanged were more than awkward hellos. The girl was gushing about her boyfriend the businessman, annunciating the words as if she wanted the whole park to turn and listen. She played with some expensive looking necklace in a way that was definitely supposed to be noticed, certainly some token from her little purse-mule of a boy.

That kind of thing really pissed Zoro off. Dump someone for no reason? Fine, whatever. But then go shoving yourself at him? In public and at random? She had to know how Sanji was physically incapable of being anything but overly polite to women, abusing that to get her kicks. Zoro grit his teeth as he watched Sanji gush at her that she looked as beautiful as always, that he simply adored how her hair grew out since he’d last seen her, that he was so happy she was so well taken care of. Underneath the gushing Zoro could practically feel how upset this whole encounter made Sanji, a self-pitying tone sewn into each sentence. It was like he was a slave to his own actions. The girl clearly let her ego be boosted by his attention and that made Zoro even angrier.

Zoro eyed the boy she had tugged along. He may have been some business guy or whatever, but he certainly didn’t look very impressive. His haircut was basic, his jacket was a bit too big and made him look like he was playing dress up, and his expression seemed far away as if zoned out. Zoro had him beat in muscle and looks easily. Zoro’s shirt was tight against his well-built chest, his jeans were slung low to show just a peak of his boxers, he’d have a healthy little glow from his jogging, and he raked a hand through his hair to give it a little volume. He was fully aware of exactly how good he looked in comparison and just pissed off enough to decide he might as well use it.

He wanted to see if little miss ex could handle a taste of her own medicine.

“Oi, Sanji,” he called, finally making his way to the trio. Sanji’s shoulders jumped to his ears. Zoro thought he looked like an animal frozen in crosshairs, waiting for its instincts to lead it to fight or flee. He turned slowly to look at Zoro, his face in a very un-handsome expression of combined panic and agitation.

Zoro fought his instinct to give just as nasty an expression back knowing he was now being watched by the brunette; his little show had now officially begun. Instead, he gave Sanji an easy smile as he sauntered over to him, eyes only on him, pretending to not even notice the couple right in front of them. This, of course, only lead to Sanji scrunching up his face in incredulous confusion. If this idea was going to work Zoro was going to have to wipe that look right off him.

When he was beside him, Zoro slung an arm around Sanji’s shoulder, letting himself drape over the other. Sanji was only one centimeter shorter than him and just as strong, so it always surprised Zoro just a bit how slight his naturally thin frame felt in his arms. A small, stupid rush of protectiveness briefly filled his chest and for once Zoro indulged it letting himself draw Sanji close to him. Sanji went stiff as a board and his eyes blew open in surprise. Zoro took advantage of his surprise, not letting him even think about getting a kick in as he reached out with his other hand to grab hold of Sanji’s stubbled chin.

He drew the other in for a quick, soft kiss.

The sharp scent of tobacco filled Zoro’s senses, but underneath it lied the familiar aroma of spices that followed Sanji everywhere he went. The scent was familiar, but the feel of Sanji’s lips against his was new. For all the times he’d bitten a mark into Sanji’s pale flesh, nipping along skin usually hidden later by shirts, Zoro couldn’t actually remember them kissing. If they ever had, they certainly would never do it as gently as this. He counted to ten in his head, wanting the kiss to look real while still public-appropriate.

Zoro was perfectly prepared for Sanji to remain like cardboard, perfectly fine carrying the kiss by himself. Suddenly, though, as if some sort of switch had gone off, Sanji softened, easing into Zoro’s hold like butter into warm bread.

All at once Sanji’s plush lips gently pressed back, allowing his weight to fall where Zoro’s arms had guided it. The count in Zoro’s head faltered for a second, mind going dumb from shock. Zoro had kissed plenty of people before, was a damn good kisser himself, but somehow nothing had ever felt like this. There was something in the way Sanji relaxed into him, how perfectly their lips slotted together, and the sensory of the strong scents and rough stubble and pillowy softness of lips. It all made even such a simple kiss simply intoxicating. Had they really never done this before? Why the hell not?

At ten (or was it eleven? Twelve?) Zoro drew his head back, ending their kiss with the soft sound of lips parting. He didn’t go far, though, hand still on the other’s chin, their breath mixing in the space between them. He opened his eyes, not knowing when he’d closed them, to find Sanji staring at him with a dazed expression and a gentle, pink blush spread across his cheeks. Zoro couldn’t help but smile, a strange feeling like fondness welling up in his chest. It was probably just hormones, like always, reminding him of the other times he’d made the typically put-together Sanji blush in more heated circumstances. Yeah, that was it, had to be.

“Thanks for waiting,” Zoro said, for once owning up to being late. Sanji blinked owlishly at him, as if trying to place where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. At that cute look something compelled Zoro and he made no move to stop it, giving a sweet kiss to the bit of forehead poking out from blonde bangs as if in apology.

“Ahem?” an impatient voice said, jarring Zoro back into reality. When had he left? It was like he’d had complete tunnel vision. Now, though, the situation around him came back into sharp focus. The mild chill of the spring air, the bubbling fountain behind him, the obnoxious couple in front of him, the reason why he did what he just did. Yes, right, he’d had a reason for doing that. One, singular, solitary reason and absolutely no other. A mission, even. Right.

Zoro dropped Sanji’s chin, ignoring the tingle in his hand and the definitely non-existent desire to hold him elsewhere. He instead hooked his thumb in one of his belt loops and assumed a pose hanging off of Sanji who was now tucked rather snugly into his side. The girl had her arms crossed and looked huffy. He raised an eyebrow at the two, acting as if they’d been the ones to interrupt him. “Sorry, didn’t see you there,” Zoro said casually, just knowing an egotistical bitch like her would be bothered by that. Sure enough, the girl’s eye twitched just a bit. Zoro held back a smug smile at getting a reaction so easily. “And you would be?”

Indignation flashed in the girl’s eyes. Had Zoro asked that rudely? Oh, pardon him. She stood herself up to look taller, as if looking down on him despite being a few inches shorter. Zoro refused to be phased.

“I’m Alice,” the girl introduced herself, not bothering to introduce the boy with her. It was probably for the best as the boy’s eyes had followed Zoro’s thumb down to where it rested, clearly distracted.

“I’m sure Sanji has told you all about me,” she added with fake sweetness, an almost sadistic smile crawling up her face. Alice, right. Alice was definitely the name Sanji wailed into his empty wine glass when Zoro and the others had tried to take him out on a boys’ night to cheer him up. He actually used to kind of like that name, but now it was forever tainted with the memory of this haughty cunt in front of him.

Instead of admitting to the recollection, though, Zoro looked at her blankly. “Alice…” he said, as if mulling the name over. As if he needed to search long and hard to find any semblance of someone in Sanji’s past named Alice. “Hm,” he said at length, “no… I don’t really remember having heard about someone by that name. Have you ever mentioned an Alice, babe?”

Despite addressing him, Zoro didn’t dare look at Sanji’s face. Even just the hint of doubt or disbelief or anger from Sanji might be enough to shake Zoro off his game and have this all come crashing down more humiliating than when they’d started.

He looked at Alice, instead, who looked at him like he’d grown a second head. The very concept that Sanji might not have cried his heart out about her every day since their parting was clearly a new one. It made Zoro so happy to have so suddenly shut her down with just a few words.

“Hold on! W-we’ve met before!” Alice protested, apparently recognizing him now. Zoro noted that she didn’t wait for Sanji to confirm or deny if he’d ever deigned to mention her once their relationship had ended. Zoro wondered if she was scared to know. Hearing something like that from the man himself might just shake her precious little ego. Zoro would love to see that happen.

“Oh, we have?” Zoro asked mildly, showing a clear disinterest in whether they had or not. He pretended to mull the concept over in his head just as he had her name. He certainly remembered the party Sanji had brought her to. He remembered that it had sucked because her laugh was too annoying to ignore even from across the room and cross-eyed drunk. Finally, he shrugged simply, clearly not caring one way or another. “Guess it just wasn’t very memorable.”

At that Alice looked absolutely stricken, an arrow piercing directly into her pride. Bullseye, Zoro thought to himself, narrowly remembering to keep his face schooled. He so badly wanted to give her the same wolfish grin he reserved for his enemies at tournaments, but his own internal satisfaction would have to suffice.

In his peripheral, Zoro saw Sanji take a long drag off his cigarette. Hopefully that meant he was willing to quietly play along. Possibly it meant he thought Zoro had genuinely forgotten about her and that he was about to get pummeled into a paste in about five seconds.

“S-So then, you two? You’re together then?” Alice asked, clearly affronted and looking for something to refill her sails. Zoro wondered if she was beginning to consider him her replacement. He wondered how he measured up.

Suddenly, though, she seemed then to get herself a second wind, puffing herself up in her coat. Zoro refrained from frowning, if just barely. And here he’d been winning.

“It’s so adorable to see new couples, isn’t it Darek, sweetie?” she said sweetly, grabbing on to her boy’s sleeve. The boy in question nodded absentmindedly, eyes locked on where Zoro was oh-so-incidentally toying at the waistband of his boxers with his thumb. A charming one, wasn’t he? “We’ve been together for four months now. It’s just so hard to find the one you’re truly meant to be with, but so rewarding to know they’re all yours. How long has your cute little thing been going on for?”

So she was considering him to be her replacement. Moreover, it seemed clear that if that were the case, he’d be the winner. This was her alternative hypothesis, the situation that would set the world just a little bit more right than it was right then. If their relationship was new she could brush it all off as certain to be doomed in a week or two, as so many new relationship were. Well, he’d better set her little worries to rest, now shouldn’t he?

“This little love bug,” Zoro said, pressing a sweet kiss to Sanji’s cheek, forcibly holding the other’s shoulder’s down when they jumped, “Has been all mine since August.” Would he most likely be paying for “love bug” with his very life later? Yes, yes he would. But it was so, so very worth it to see Alice’s face as she did the math. Zoro distinctly recalled The Wailing Remembrance of Alice having begun in that hot and muggy summer month. Logically, then, that made Zoro one hell of a rebound, and one that stuck quite nicely, too.

Alice was clearly taken aback, her refilled sails deflating again catastrophically. The cutesie pda, Zoro’s complete disinterest in with her, and the dawning evidence that maybe Sanji hadn’t been so hopelessly lost without her was doing exactly the job Zoro had hoped it would.

“B-but I thought you two hated each other!” She cried, looking between the two and sounding a bit desperate, “That you couldn’t stand in the same room without arguing!”

She, of course, had seen firsthand at the party the animosity between the two. She also had probably had to sit through at least a couple sessions of Sanji bitching about whatever thing Zoro had done to purposefully annoy him. Well, Zoro figured, you know what they say: when in doubt, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

“Oh?” Zoro said, cocking his head to the side, “Why do you say that?” He said it as if she was insane, as if she hadn’t seen their fights herself, as if they weren’t literally known for their arguments with each other. He said it like it was completely and entirely natural for them to be like this now. It helped that Sanji hadn’t moved an inch, hadn’t given a single physical sign that this wasn’t exactly what they usually did. He made it seem like he was perfectly comfortable being held close to Zoro’s chest. That it was where he belonged.

They had even, in fact, gone a whole five minutes without arguing.

Alice’s mouth opened and closed for a minute, her mind clearly trying to calculate and recalculate this encounter, but the numbers just didn’t seem to be adding up in her favor. Zoro almost pitied her, except that she had very much started it and brought all this upon herself.

Finally, she looked to her boy as if for some sort of support. All she found was that his attention was firmly on Zoro’s chest, eating up the eye candy readily. He even went as far as to lick his lips.

“Darek!” Alice scolded under her breath, scandalized, slapping his chest for attention.

“Ow!” Darek said, shocked out of whatever daydream he’d been having.

Zoro finally let himself give a toothy smile. He considered his damage officially done. Alice had clearly been knocked down a peg or two, and her little walking-wallet of a boyfriend had been reduced from oh-so successful businessman to just another ogler looking for the next pretty thing. This was a resounding victory.

Now for a victorious escape out of this situation as fast as possible.

“Come on, babe,” Zoro said, turning his head to nuzzle into Sanji’s hair. How did he always forget just how soft those golden strands were? “I’ve made you wait long enough. I owe you a date.”

Zoro smiled into the last sentence, making it sound like their “date” was the only thing on his mind. Like he’d been thinking all week long about getting to see the other, the thought being his lone reason to keep going day after day. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth, obviously. There had been absolutely zero percent of him that had put any emphasis on this little outing even once this past week. He hadn’t done laundry for the express purpose of having something he liked to wear, he hadn’t trimmed up his sideburns and played with different hair products all week, and he definitely was not currently wearing cologne. The smile was simply an affectation of the truth, just for the sake of the ruse. That’s it.

Before anyone had time to say anything more, Zoro gently ushered Sanji to turn away from the other couple. To his relief, Sanji went willingly.

“W-wha-hey! Wait a minute!” Alice blustered, stomping a foot.

“It was nice meeting you,” Zoro said, not even looking back at her, just waving his free hand slightly.

“I told you, we already met!” she fumed, but Zoro paid it absolutely no mind. He grinned like an absolute shark, amazed he was getting away with this.

“Wait!” She yelled again.

Then, she played dirty.

“Sanji,” she said, a whimper in her voice.

Sanji stopped dead in his tracks. Zoro did too, not wanting to have to actually drag the other. He closed his eyes and cursed in his head. They had been so close.

Sanji took a long drag off his cigarette. As he sucked in, the moment seemed to stretch out, becoming longer than it was before. Finally, he blew a long exhale, smoke leaving his mouth fluidly. He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette, dropped it to the pavement, and ground it out with his toe.

Zoro didn’t look at his face. He didn’t want to see even an ounce of hurt from such a stupid, shallow, nobody of a girl. It was so ridiculous for someone like that to make someone like Sanji feel anything at all, let alone pain. It made bile rise in Zoro’s throat and blood rush in his ears, but he kept his cool. He’d tried his rescue strategy. This was now nothing but Sanji’s fight.

Sanji turned his head over their shoulders. Zoro expected whimpering or pitiful noises, or maybe simply his standard gushing. Assurances that Alice still lived in his heart, that she always would. He’d tell her that she was the most beautiful girl in the world, that nobody could compare, that he would never want anyone else more than he wanted her. Zoro felt an unusual nausea in his gut.

“It was good to see you, Alice!” Sanji called brightly, his tone clear of any whining or gooeyness, much to Zoro’s surprise. No hurt? No presentation of wounds? No flattery? No begging?

“I’m glad you’re doing well.” Zoro was nearly in shock; Sanji sounded completely genuine. Did he… get over her? Just now? In this moment?

He hazarded a look at Sanji’s face and found a brilliantly beaming smile that reached his clear blue eyes. It was a smile that could put a thousand suns to shame, a smile that could launch a thousand ships, a smile worth the world over in gold and then some. Somehow, Sanji was really, truly happy.

Something inside Zoro absolutely melted and something else bloomed warm in his chest.

Before Zoro could even start to think about processing that, Sanji turned to him, and he was simply lost. For a brief second that stretched into minutes, days, years even, nothing else existed but him and Sanji and Sanji’s blue eyes shining back at him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the beautiful man in front of him.

Then Sanji spoke, and Zoro forced himself out of that moment. Back to reality. Again, when had he left? He couldn’t recall.

“Come on, then, dearest,” Sanji jeered, his eyes now gleaming mischievously and smile saccharine sweet as he prodded. Zoro cognitively knew that he was always annoyed by that expression yet couldn’t seem to summon up the actual feeling of being annoyed. “I believe you promised me shopping?” Zoro felt a hand slip into the far back pocket of his jeans.

Now they really did look like a disgustingly lovey-dovey honeymoon-stage couple out for a date. Sanji gave his ass a teasing squeeze, snickering as Zoro felt his whole face grow red hot. Who had initiated the touching again? It couldn’t possibly have been him. This was far too intimate for him to have started, surely.

Zoro gulped heavily and remembered that he had a part to play here. He once again ushered them forward down the street. The last thing he heard from the girl – her name already returning to a blank spot in Zoro’s mind – was her yelling at her boyfriend to get his jaw off the ground and stop drooling already.

Zoro let Sanji lead them down a couple blocks, dazed and distracted. During the whole encounter he’d kept himself perfectly calm, but now that it was over his heart was beating hard in his chest. He replayed the whole scene in his head, impossibly surprised that it actually worked. How in the hell had it actually worked? How had they passed so easily for an actual couple?

Zoro was still wondering at how miraculous their success was when Sanji broke his concentration.

“Hey, Zoro,” Sanji said, casually as can be, leading them down some sort of alley between buildings.

“Yeah?” Zoro grunted, freshly shaken from his thoughts.

“Could you do me a favor?”

“What do you want, shit cook?”

“Well, would you mind ever so terribly-“ Suddenly, a foot came flying at his face and Zoro was too startled to block it in time, “-GETTING YOUR BIG, DUMB GORILLA HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Zoro went flying into the wall of the alley, back hitting with a sharp snap of pain. He was fine, though, nothing he couldn’t brush off.

“What the hell was that for?” Zoro scowled. He peaked at the wall behind him; the brick was only cracked a little, just barely resembling the outline of a person. Nothing identifying, so it was fine.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Sanji sneered, adjusting the collar of his button-up and dusting off his pants as if the mere presence of Zoro in his bubble was sullying.

“Heh, I can think of a few times you’ve liked me touching you just fine,” Zoro retorted, wiggling his brows suggestively.

“You’re such a pervert,” Sanji said with disgust.

“You’re one to talk, love cook, swooning after a girl with her boyfriend literally right next to her.” Zoro swiped his thumb under his nose, checking for blood and finding none. Nothing seemed broken, that was good.

“Hey!” Sanji protested, looking angry. Had Zoro gone to far with bringing it up already? He knew the situation wasn’t exactly typical. Still, the whole thing still kind of pissed him off, so why shouldn’t he talk about it? “I didn’t ask for your help back there!”

“Oh?” Zoro asked, a smirk coming to his face, “So you admit that what I did was helpful?”

Sanji’s face grew red, frustration and agitation clear. “Oh, go die in a hole, you moron.”

“Whatever,” Zoro shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, and leaning against the cracked brick coolly, “I was just pissed off, that’s all.”

“You?” Sanji asked condescendingly, “What the hell did you have to be pissed off about?”

“Don’t like that girl, is all,” Zoro answered plainly, closing his eyes as he relaxed, his heart rate finally dropping back to normal after all the excitement. The physical distance from Sanji and the sting of pain had broken his strange headspace. He was feeling like his usual self again, now. No weird, overly emotional thoughts swirling around. “Didn’t like her when you talked about her, didn’t like her when you brought her around, and I didn’t like her when I saw her just now, either.”

Zoro could feel Sanji study him for a moment, as if trying to decide if he bought that. “And what exactly has she done to you to make you hate her so much?”

Zoro huffed, rather done with the interrogation despite it hardly having begun. “I just can’t stand her attitude, that’s all. She’s so holier-than-thou, and then goes around parading herself like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.” The nerve of that girl, honestly. Zoro worked up a little mucus in his mouth and spit at the ground. “She thinks she can just waltz around hurting people to make herself feel better. Pisses me off.”

“Hey, you can’t say that about a beautiful lady!”

“Oh, piss off,” Zoro said, rolling his eyes, “First of all as far as I could tell she wasn’t even that good looking, average at best.” He will fully admit to his radar being finely attuned to men only, though, so maybe he’s wrong, but she really didn’t seem like anything special to him. “And secondly you never would have taken that kind of crap from a guy. You would have kicked him to the moon and back the second he tried that shit. But with her, and every other woman ever, you let her walk all over you. Not exactly a good idea when the girl’s a grade-A bitch.”

They stood there in that alley for a long moment, Sanji just watching Zoro and Zoro just watching him back. They both knew he was right.

“Tch,” Sanji spat at length, “I was raised a ladies’ man, and that’s just how it is.” Zoro knew that, too. This wouldn’t change anything. He doesn’t know how it happened, but somehow that behavior just got hard coded into Sanji. It was fine except that it was annoying and opened him up so easily to those who would misuse his kindness. There weren’t many of Sanji’s exes that Zoro didn’t outright hate, now that he thought about it, and certainly none that he properly liked. Maybe that was why.

“And anyway,” Sanji cut in, breaking Zoro’s wandering thoughts, “Why the hell do you care how I’m treated anyway?”

What? Did he say that? No way he’d said that. “I don’t!” He didn’t! Zoro felt his face grow hot, which didn’t make any sense. This was stupid. “I-It’s just the principal of the matter, is all!”

“Oh really?” Sanji asked, clearly unconvinced.

“Shut the hell up, bastard,” Zoro snapped, now really well and truly done with this whole affair. He took a breath, cooling himself down. Sanji always got him so worked up it was stupid. “Whatever, believe whatever the hell you want, I already told you the truth. She was a cunt and that’s all there is to it.”

The words clearly ticked Sanji off, but that was good, got him distracted from whatever bullshit he was spewing about Zoro caring about him or something. Idiot.

“You know, you could really do with learning some good manners towards ladies.” Sanji scowled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro said, waving off the idea for the billionth time. “Last time I treated a girl any differently she caved my head in with a stick. Won’t be making that mistake twice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sanji asked, making a dumb face as if Zoro had said some sort of convoluted metaphor.

“Forget about it,” Zoro dismissed, having not intended to bring Kuina into this. He shoved off the wall and decided it was time to get out of this alley and back to what they came here for.

“Whatever,” Sanji said, rolling his eyes, apparently too done with Zoro to bother to pry.

Zoro walked until he was passing Sanji by, heading toward the mouth of the alley. Sanji stood silently, looking like he was thinking about something.

Just as he passed, Sanji said something quietly, “She really was a bit mean, wasn’t she?”

Zoro stopped there, just in front of the other. He didn’t get it. He didn’t know why Sanji was like this. Why was it so impossibly hard for him to admit when a woman was bad to him? So inconceivable to fight back? It made Zoro so impossibly upset sometimes. But here he was with this one little admittance. This one time this one woman was a bit mean to him. Zoro shouldn’t shoot this down. He couldn’t bring himself to if he wanted.

“Yeah,” Zoro huffed, a bit of a smile playing on his lips with the magnitude of the understatement. “And stupid too,” he added.

“Stupid?” Sanji asked, hackles raised all over again, “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Sheesh, isn’t it obvious?” Zoro asked, huffing a short laugh through his nose, “First she dates you, which already brands her as an idiot –“

“Hey!”

“- And then she brings around that chump as if he’s supposed to somehow make you jealous. Seriously, as if he’d ever hold a candle to you.” What a joke.

Sanji didn’t say anything to that, and Zoro looked back curiously.

Sanji was just staring at him, eyes a little wide and face dusted pink. “Hah?” Zoro questioned, one eyebrow quirked. “What, did I say something wrong?”

Sanji looked at him for a moment longer, the silence stretching between them yet carrying surprisingly little tension. Finally, Sanji seemed to shake himself out of it. “It’s nothing, moss-for-brains. And get out of my way,” he said, shoving Zoro by the face.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Zoro yelled, shoving Sanji’s hand off his face.

“Ah, deal with it, grass-head,” Sanji said, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, “Let’s find whatever the hell kind of present Luffy would want already.”

Zoro grumbled but followed along, ready to get this errand over with and the weird events of ten minutes ago behind him. This event would be receiving absolutely no post-facto analysis. There wasn’t a single thought, feeling, or action that needed a second look at or processing time to rectify with his current world view, and he was eager to put it all out of his head.

“And hey,” Sanji said. Zoro sighed inward, sure this was going to be something weird about the thing that just happened, “Thanks.”

Yup. Weird. Weird, weird, weird. It was so weird for Sanji to thank him, he almost hated it. He did hate it. He absolutely definitely hated it. That must be what the rosy feeling in his chest was: hate for how weird it was.

“Yeah, well, you know,” Zoro said, shrugging the whole ordeal off as they did with almost everything that’s happened between them, “Don’t mention it.”

This, as so much else, would be their little secret.

A comfortable silence rested between them as they each took a moment to breathe.

“By the way, are you wearing cologne?”

“IN YOUR DREAMS!”

#one piece #zosan #sanzo #zoro/sanji #sanji/zoro #zoroxsanji #sanjixzoro #fake dating #my writing #fanfiction

[littlesniggy]

Hi there, may I have a scenario with Shiryu has been getting dreams of his future s/o? (nsfw or sfw) He's really something 👀💦 Thank you~

Hey Anon, thank you so much for requesting!! First time writing for him! I don't know a lot about him so I'm sorry if it's not what you were expecting. Also, I wasn't sure what you meant by "future s/o". Does he know them? Is it like a some magic shit happens and he sees the future? Either way, I decided to use the first one. They know each other but are not dating. I also left it open if reader actually likes him or not sooo....hope you're not mad.

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, wet dream

Pairing: Shiryu x fem! reader

Word count: 1.8k

Ever since he first saw you, he knew he would get himself into something he couldn’t get out off so easily. He couldn’t point out exactly what he found so fascinating about you but you somehow got to him. First, he thought it was simply physical attraction; you were good looking in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to just shove his dick down your hole and have his way with you. He was neither a kind nor a gentle man so this was the natural train of thought he had.

God, the way you presented yourself in front of him; your tempting curves, your sinful lips, your irresistible eyes – he fantasized about how you were down on your knees in front of him, his dick between your soft lips and looking at him with an innocent gaze. But the more time he spent watching you, the more he realized that he found you attractive in more than just one way. He actually enjoyed listening to what you had to say; you weren’t like any of the women in Blackbeard’s crew, you actually knew your shit and kept him on his toes with every conversation you two had.

He noticed he wasn’t the only one who showed interest in you but to his amusement you managed to shut his captain down rather quickly. He respected you for that; not everyone could stand in front of Blackbeard, turn him down and see to live another day. Shiryu didn’t know if you were attracted to him as well so he decided to keep it to himself. It was totally not like him; he took what he wanted with no regards to whether it was okay or not.

But since he kept it to himself, he had more and more odd dreams about you. It all started with innocent ones; you two talking, him watching you doing everyday tasks, you…kissing him. It was silly to have those dreams but it didn’t exactly choose to have them in the first place. They didn’t make things more difficult between the two of you either. He was a big man, he could separate dreams from reality quite good. And then this happened.

You were sitting at the bar alone, pirates surrounding you but you were not paying attention to them. Most of the men were trying to hit on you but you simply ignored them. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, they were all blurry and mashed together but he didn’t care about them. He had only eyes for you.

With a confident grin on his face and his cigar between his lips he strode over to where you were sitting, your back turned towards him, not seeing him coming. “I take it you’re not interested in socializing?” he asked, taking a seat right next to you. You looked at him with your intense eyes and it felt like you were looking right through him.

“And what makes you think that?” you countered, resting your head on your fist, not breaking eye contact. “Just a hunch.” He replied. “Maybe I was just waiting for you.” You purred, a lascivious smile on your lips. Shiryu raised his eyebrows in surprise and amusement but he didn’t let you throw him off. “Then I guess it’s your luck I showed up…” he lifted his hand, putting it under your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip.

He saw how your eyes slowly looked him up and down. “Like what you see?” he asked, looking you up and down in return. “I don’t know. Why don’t you take off your clothes so I can take a better look?” now, he was really surprised. He didn’t expect you to be this straight forward. “Then I guess you don’t care about the other people here?”

“What other people?” you asked. Confused, he looked around and indeed he found this place empty. Weird. Where did all the other pirates go? But he didn’t think too much about it and instead looked back at you. “Never mind….” He purred, blowing some smoke out of his mouth.

“So, you said you wanted to see what’s underneath my uniform? You need to earn it first.” he growled, seeing your body shiver at his words. His hand slowly gliding down your neck, brushing away your hair in the process. He loved how perfectly his hand fit around your neck. “I did.” You agreed, leaning into his touch, grabbing his hand with yours before leading it further down.

“You don’t seem to waste any time….I like that.” He purred, following your lead. You led his hand down your body, over your clothed breasts, down your stomach and to the hem of your shirt. With an expectant look on your face you waited for him to continue. Shiryu added his second hand, pushing both underneath your shirt before slowly pulling it up your body, exposing more and more of your delicate skin until he pulled it over your head.

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your thick lashes and it made him hot. He wanted to see this look on you more often, but especially when you were between his legs. But first, he wanted to feel you underneath his touch. He stood up from the stool, now towering over you. With hungry eyes and skillful hands he started exploring your body. He heard you gasp in response and you leaned back until your back was lying on the bar counter, your arms above your head.

He took the invitation, taking the cigar out of his mouth, throwing it away and instead having his lips occupy your breasts, licking, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. A moan left your body and he felt your legs wrap around his waist, pressing your bodies against each other. He groaned, his dick already feeling incredibly hard underneath his uniform trousers.

While his hands moved up and down your sides, his mouth moved up your collarbone and to your neck, biting down harshly until he drew blood. You moaned again, this time louder, and pressed your crotch against his, moving your hips up and down.

“Touch me!” you panted, looking at him through hooded eyes. “I am touching you.” He chuckled, knowing exactly what you meant. “No, not like this….I want you to touch me….down here…” you said, suddenly seeming a lot more shy than before, licking your lips nervously while you took his hand in yours again, leading it straight down to the waistband of your pants.

“Oh? Down here?” he asked, his hot breath tickling your skin. You nodded, biting you lip once more, looking at him wantonly. His strong hands were surprisingly skilled in opening your pants, pulling the last remains of your clothes off. He looked down at your glistering core, his grin intensifying at the prospect of eventually burying himself inside of you.

But right now, he wanted to taste you above anything else. “Spread those pretty legs of yours…” he purred, helping you pull your legs close to your body. “Hold your legs like this, will ya?” he asked but not really meaning it as a question. You obliged nevertheless, pressing your thighs against your breasts, exposing your core to him entirely. Shiryu let his hands wander down between your legs, over your stomach, down to your sex. When he touched you, you whimpered, your lower body twitching at the feeling.

His grin turned wolfish, his thumb starting to circle your clit. Your hips bucked up against his digit, wanting to feel him more. “More….” You whined, spreading your legs a little further the best you could. Shiryu happily obliged; he let one of his long digits glide over your wet slit while he kept stimulating your sensitive nub. When he entered you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back, inching closer against his fingers.

He moved his finger in and out, watching and feeling how well you sucked him in, the anticipation inside his body growing to when he could replace his finger with his swollen member, filling you out to the brim, stretching you to the point where it would become uncomfortable for you but he would make you scream for him.

He added a second finger, curling them up inside of you, searching for the bundle of nerves that would drive you crazy. A guttural moan was your answer when he found it, your walls tightening around him. “Right there!” you squeaked in a high pitched voice, your body trembling a little under the intense feeling.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out, trying to hit your special spot with each thrust. His thumb kept circling your clit, but he wanted to replace it with something different. The former prison warden leaned down, watching how your pussy reacted to his ministration; how it twitched, how it made wet sounds, how your hips jerked against him – he loved it.

When his lips replaced his thumb and started sucking on your clit you couldn’t help but let out a scream, your hands coming down and pressing his face against your core. He chuckled against your sex, tasting your slick on his tongue.

“Shiryu!” you panted, your legs dangling in the air while your hands gripped his hat, eventually pulling It off his head.

His tongue glided down your slit, joining his fingers in thrusting into you.

“Shiryu!” you moaned, this time louder. He knew you were close and he wanted to make you cum before you could repay him; and he wouldn’t be gentle. He would fuck your mouth until it was soer and then fuck every remaining hole you had. The thought alone had him growl against your wet lips.

He added another finger, pumping them in and out, his lips and teeth scraping against your pussy, becoming rougher and rougher. Your moans grew louder in response, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He needed only a few more thrusts and you would become undone.

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Shiryu!”

“Damnit, Shiryu!”

“Shiryu, you fucking bastard! Wake up!” The man sat upright in his bed, sweat gathered on his forehead, his chest heaving from this intense dream.

“You okay? You look awful!” Blackbeard laughed, standing in the door, looking at his crewmate.

“Get lost….” Shiryu growled, only slowly realizing that not only had it been a dream but that this bastard of a captain deprived him of seeing you come to your orgasm on top!

“Zehahahaha. You seem upset. Whatever it is, forget about it. We are setting sail.” Blackbeard announced.

Shiriyu looked at him displeased. “Not until I I’ve done what I should’ve done long before.” He murmured, getting up and passing by his captain but not without bumping into him ‘accidentally’. “And what would that be?” Blackbeard asked, looking at him in amusement. “Fuck Y/n’s brain out.”

#one piece #op #op imagine #op shiryu #Shiryu x reader #op Shiryu x reader #op shiryu imagine #Shiryu x you #op Shiryu x you #female reader #blackbeard #marshall d teach #blackbeard pirates #op x you #op x reader

[all-about-seggs]

Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

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[maiyami]

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𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊 𝒳 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜

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ＡＬＬ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ ＡＲＥ ＡＧＥＤ ＵＰ！ １８＋

During your time at UA, many of the other students found you scary. Either it being the resting bitch face you always wore or how powerful your quirk was. Everyone was nervous to approach you, too worried to say the wrong thing too you. Granted you weren’t the easiest person to talk too, you were a bit of a hot-head. Sometimes the littlest things would set you off, one of those things being Katsuki Bakugou. You two always seemed to butt heads when it came to just about everything. You didn’t mind it though, it was fun pushing his buttons, until he pushed them back on you.

That didn’t change much when you both graduated, or when you decided to work for his agency. Whatever possessed you to work with him was beyond yourself, but you enjoyed it. You may bump heads but everyone could tell how attracted you both were to each other. Katsuki doesn’t give praise at all, but it seems as so that you’re the only one who is worthy of it. It wasn’t a secret that you’ve had a crush on him ever since your time at UA, but you let it slide due to professional reasons. Who wants to be known as the person who fucks their boss?

You had returned from patrol, bruised up and bloody. You went up to Katsukis office to give in some paperwork, you opened the door to find him speaking to Kirishima. He had stopped by to see if he could catch some lunch with his best friend. You must have looked worse than you though because they both stopped mid-conversation when they saw you. Looking over you, mouths half open. Just stared back at them, no expression on your face.

“What the hell happened too you?” Katsuki asked, his eyes haven’t left your body since the moment you walked in. You shrugged, throwing some papers onto his desk. “Nothing, I’m alright.” You said back. Kirishima came running over too you, putting his hands on your arms. Katsuki was practically shooting daggers into his best friends back when he started to touch you. “Don’t lie! You look horrible, did you see a doctor yet?” Kirishima questioned you. You pushed him off, annoyance coming to your face. “I’m fine. I already said that.” You repeated yourself. Kirishima backed off, he knew he didn’t want to push you. As you were walking back to the door, the sound of Katsukis voice stopped you. “Where are you going now.” He questioned. 

You looked over your shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes. “Back on patrol, what else?” You snapped back. He ‘Tsked’ at you. “No you’re not, you need to go get checked out.” He said back. You fully turned around, completely annoyed at this point. “What do you both not understand? I am FINE. Stop worrying dumbasses.” You practically yelled back, then you were out the door slamming it behind you. Katsuki sighed, rubbing his eyes as his best friend turned to look at him. “Stubborn fucking woman.” Katsuki muttered under his breath. Kirishima laughed a little, sitting back down to face his friend. “Kind of remindes me of how you used to be.” He said with that big goofy grin on his face. Katsuki muttered something under his breath, grabbing the papers on the desk. “Whatever, we can get lunch another time, I have to go over these papers now.” He shot back at him. As Kirishima started to leave, he said something at the door way. “Bro, just admit it. You love seeing that fire in her eyes when she talks too you.” 

Katsuki looked up at him, his eyes narrowed in on the red head. “What?” He hissed back at him. Kirishima laughed, something soft but it was still a laugh. “Come on, man. I know you’ve had something for her since we were in school. It’s kind of obvious, you always want to make sure she’s okay. You never do that with anyone else. You act like she is frail, and want to protect her.” Kirishima said back. Katsuki was taken back slightly, he knows he treats you like an equal. He only pushes when he knows you are actually hurt, or way over your head. “What part of her is frail? She is one of the toughest people I know, but she goes overboard sometimes.” Katsuki snapped back. Kirishima just smiled, waving goodbye. “Exactly. You care.” He said then he was out the door. 

“I care?” Katsuki thought. Well of course he cares, you were there for him through the most shittiest times in his life. Also not a lot of people can put up with him for as long as you and Kirishima have. Obviously he likes you around, shit when you actually smiled at him it made his heart beats a little harder. He just tried to not let it run his life, you do work for him after all. Maybe that thought is for another day, Katsuki didn’t want to ruin what was going on with you both. He started to go over the paperwork you had left him on his desk. Damn, did you have a hard time dealing with these villains. There was a bit of damage done to a few buildings, and many citizens were moved out because of the villains. But you came out on top, but as Katsuki looked through the report he noticed something. You broken your wrist in the fight, and you still didn’t get check out? He groaned, knowing that you were just going to further hurt yourself if you didn’t go to the hospital. So he got up, going out to your favorite patrol spot to get you. 

You were on top of a building, wrapping your wrist up while still having your eyes focused on the street. You whined a little at the pain but you’ve had worse, you can get through it. You heard the door open behind you, you turned around to find Katsuki there. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything, just came up and grabbed you by the arm. Pulling you with him back to the door, you were confused. You pulled out of his grip, looking at him. “I said what are you doing here.” Your voice sounded like venom. Katsuki hissed back at you. “I’m bringing you to the hospital, you’re wrist is broke and you’re done with work for today.” He said back. Before you could return fire, he already beat you too it. “I already sent one of the extras to take your place, no fucking arguing.” He said back.

When he says “one of the extras” he means he sent Denki. Not that you were complaining about leaving work early but you didn’t see how this was such a big deal. But you were tired and didn’t want to argue with him at this point. You spent all of about an hour that the hospital, they healed your wrist up pretty well. You didn’t even need to wear a cast this time, just some bandages. While you were about to leave to go home, Katsuki held onto your arm and pulled you with him. “Excuse me, I was going to go home.” You said too him. He just rolled his eyes at you, pulling you along. “We are getting something to eat.” He said. You tired to pull away but his grip was tight. “I don’t need anything to-“ you started to say but then you were cut off.

“I know you haven’t eaten, stop being stubborn and come have dinner with me.” He shot back. You rolled your eyes, then you felt your stomach grumble a little. Damnit he was right, you completely skipped lunch while you were fighting that villain. Whatever, no harm in having dinner. “Fine.” You said back at him. Everything in Katsuki told him to smile but he held back. You both made your way to the restaurant. It was a cute little place, plus it was barbecue your favorite. The meal was great, you both just talked about your days. Yours more crazy than his today, drinks were flowing it was nice. It was one of the few times that you just enjoyed each other, not arguing.

The night didn’t stop there, you both ended up back at his place. The conversation was flowing just as much as the drinks were. Both sitting on the couch, the tv on for background noise as you both just listened to each other. “You’ve come a long way, King Explosion Murder.” You teased at him. He laughed back, nugging you with his arm. “At least I’ve gotten better than you, y/n.” He said back. It was pretty rare when you got to see this side of him. The spark in his eyes, soft pink blush across his cheeks, and that smile. God that smile could have all your troubles washed away. “I’m not THAT bad.” You laughed back.

Katsuki couldn’t get over how sweet you could actually be, he knew you could but he just barely saw it. He loves when you get that fire in your eyes, don’t get him wrong but he enjoyed this side of you more. Soft giggles coming from your plump lips, joy in your y/c/e, and how pink your cheeks were from the drinks. It was just something he loved to be around, you are that something. You were a hot-head like him, but your sweet side was something he could never compare too. As you spoke a piece of your hair fell in front of your face. Katsuki doesn’t know why he does this, but he leans forward to push it behind your ear.

You just look at him, the content in his face as he did this. His eyes never leaving yours, while you looked back at him. You don’t know if it’s the booze or just the way the air was feeling around you both but you leaned in. Katsuki followed, moving his hand to the side of your face. He pulled you in closer, your lips were almost touching. You both waited to see who would make the first move, it was him. He fully leaned in, connecting your lips to his. It was breathtaking, his lips were soft. He leaned back to look over your face, this time you were the one that wanted more.

You let your hand slip behind his neck, pulling him back. This kiss was more intense, more passionate. Katsuki pulled you so you were straddling his lap, gripping onto your hips. Your parted your mouth slightly, a soft moan escaping yours lips. Katsuki took that opportunity to let his tongue slip past your lips. His tongue danced around with yours, you held on tighter to his neck. You caught his lower lip between your teeth, pulling on it slightly before letting go. He groaned at the feeling, pulling you so you were right up against his chest. What a time for the booze to ware off.

You came to your senses, noticing what you were doing. You broke the kiss off and just kind of stared wide-eyed at him. It must have wore off for him too because he was looking back at you the same way. You quickly got off his lap, fixing your clothes a little before standing up. “Thanks for dinner, Katsuki. It was really great, I should get going.” You said quickly, fumbling over your words. “Y-Yah, I had a good time. See you tomorrow.” He said back and you were quickly out the door. Katsuki sighed loudly, hitting his hands onto the couch. “Damnit.” He said to himself. He put his hands into his lap, only to find that he was completely hard. “Fuck.” He said to himself once more, getting up to get into the shower.

You were just standing outside his house, your back against the front door. You let her fingers trail your lips, committing the way his lips felt on yours to memory. How the fuck are you going to face him at work tomorrow. You hit your head on the door, looking up at the sky. Shit, might as well try to put what happened tonight behind you. However your heart just couldn’t calm down. This is what Katsuki Bakugou does too you, and you don’t think this feeling will ever go away. “Damnit.” You said under your breath before you started your way home.

As the days pasted, You and Katsuki tried your hardest to avoid each other. Not even giving each other passing glances as you walked by each other. Kirishima even noticed that Katsuki was more on edge than usual. You sighed as you stopped at his office, calling in to let him know you were going on patrol. Katsuki said alright, not even asking where and then you were off. Kirishima gave him a weird look, seeing the tension in his friend. “What’s going on, man?” He asked. Katsuki let out a sigh, burying his face into his hands.

“I fucking kissed her.” He said to Kirishima. Kirishima eyes widened and a smile came to his mouth. “No way! How was it?” He asked his friend. Katsuki sighed once more, picking his head from his hands. “Fuck, it was the best thing that could have ever happened. But I freaked her out! She won’t even talk too me.” He said in a huff. Kirishima just laughed a little, leaning back in his chair. “Dude, you have to talk to her. I know you care for her, man. Just tell her.” He said back. Katsuki just rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his friend. “I don’t know.” He said back. Kirishima laughed, a big laugh at Katsuki. “I know you, I know you never back down. Fucking tell her, bro.” Kirishima said back.

Kirishimas phone rang, it was one of his employees that called. “I got to go, I’ll talk to you later. Tell me how it does, alright?” He said before he was out the door. Katsuki was going over paperwork, letting the day just pass him by until he got a call from Kirishima. “I haven’t talked to her yet, dumbass.” Katsuki boomed over the phone. There was a lot of background noise, sounded like fighting. “That’s not why I’m calling! You need to come down! Y/n, got hurt and I need back up.” He yelled over the phone. Katsuki was quick, getting up to rush out of the office. “Where are you.” He asked sternly. Kirishima gave his location, told him to hurry it up.

Once Katsuki got down there, the buildings were destroyed, some are on fire, and there was bricks everywhere. Kirishima had just finished off a villain, running over to Katsuki. “Where is y/h/n!?” Katsuki yelled at him. “She’s under the ground with another villain, I think she’s trapped. I was trying to get her but they just keep coming.” Kirishima explained. Katsuki was quick, taking a few villains out before heading under ground. It was dark, but he could hear you yelling. He followed your voice, seeing that you were partly trapped under some of the street that fell under. Your left arm and leg were caught under, while the villain was laying next to you. He was knocked out.

“Hey I’m here, it’s okay.” He said calmly too you. You had fear in your eyes, there was pouring down ontop of you. “Help, please- I don’t want to die down here.” You said too him, tears coming to your eyes. Katsuki had never seen you so scared, let alone cry. He looked over the rock, then he leaned back down to you. “This is going to hurt, alright? Just he prepared, I’ll be here no matter what.” He said. You nodded at him, closing your eyes tightly. Katsuki got to work, pushing rocks off of you. Damn did it fucking hurt, you could feel the rock scraping up your skin. Both your leg and arm were broken but you could still feel it. “Fuck!” You yelled out.

“I know, I know!” He yelled back to you. “One more rock then I can get you out.” He said again then moved the big rock off your leg. You let out a scream, feeling your eyes flutter a bit from the pain. Katsuki gathered you into his arms, getting out of that dark hole. Kirishima had finished off the last villain when Katsuki came out of the ground. You were practically lifeless in his arms, just barely keeping your eyes open. “I’m bringing her to the hospital, everything all set here?” Katsuki yelled to Kirishima. He nodded back at him, waiting for the cops to come up. “I’ll send them your way if they need to talk with you.” Kirishima yelled back. Katsuki nodded at him.

It was a few hours later until you woke up, your body hurt. This time you had casts, the rocks might have really fucked you up. You looked around the room, it was dark, only lights coming in were from outside. Then you saw Katsuki, he was sitting in a chair next too you. He looked peaceful sleeping there, his head hanging a bit. You laughed a little, then reached out to tap his arm. He stirred a little, slowly waking up until he looked you in the eye. “Hey.” You said softly too him. Katsuki leaned forward, taking your hand into his. He just stared at you, you half expected him to call you a dumbass for rushing into something you shouldn’t have.

Instead he kissed your bruised knuckles, sighing softly. “Please don’t do that again.” He asked you. You were slightly confused, seeing the pain in his eyes. “What are you-“ you started to say but he cut you off. “Jumping in without thinking, I don’t want to get a call that you’ve died. Please, for me. I don’t want to lose you.” He said softly, he now had tears in his eyes. You just listened, tightening your own grip in his hand. “I didn’t know I meant that much too you.” You said back. He picked his head up fully now, looking you in the eyes. “You mean more than anything. I’ve liked you since UA, I just pushed those feelings down because I wanted to focus on being the best hero. Then you started to work for me, I didn’t know how to tell you.” He said back.

“Katsuki Bakugou, did you just confess your feelings for me?” You asked in a slightly teasing tone. He couldn’t help but have a soft smirk on his lips. “Oh shut up, dumbass.” He said back. You smiled, there’s the Katsuki you know and love. You pulled his hand, making him move so he was now sitting on your bed. “I feel the same way. I always have.” You said back too him. You let go of his hand to softly rub his cheek. “I’ll try to be more careful, okay?” You said too him. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you. You returned it, kissing him back. After the kiss he rested his forehead against yours. “Not going to run away this time?” He questioned. You laughed softly. “No, I’m not.” You said back.

As the months pasted, you only got closer the Katsuki. More dinner dates, more time spent with each other, and he even went out on patrol with you. A “proper” relationship as Kirishima liked to call it, which you were both happy with. It wasn’t long until you started actually dating, sure some people said things at the agency but you shut them down very quickly. Your resting bitch face said it all, you were pleased with yourself. Soon after, you had moved into his house. It was the real thing, you couldn’t be happier.

It was late, it was your day off so you decided to surprise Katsuki when he came home. You got some things ready, then you heard the door open. “Welcome home.” You yelled to him from the bathroom. He dropped his bag at the door, then took his boots off. “Thank you, Princess. How was your-“ he started to say then he saw you standing in the door way. You were dressed in this sexy two piece lingerie set. It was a dark red, see through bra and the straps of the thong high on your hips. Damnit you’re beautiful too him. His smirk said it all, he was completely pleased at how you welcomed him home. “Just waiting for me to get home, huh?” He asked as he made his way too you.

You smiled, nodding at him. “Of course, I know you had a long day. Wanted to make it better.” You said then slowly dropped to your knees in front of him. Katsuki laced his fingers through your hair, smirking down at you. “Oh ya? How are you going to do that?” He questioned. You slipped your hands up to his waistband, slowly pulling it down along with his boxers. Once they were past his crotch, his erection popped out. He was fully hard already and you hadn’t even touched him yet. You kept your eyes on his, looking up at him. “Like this.” You said then licked up his shaft. Katsuki let out a little groan, feeling his cock twitch from the sensation.

You swirled your tongue around his head, then you let his length disappear inch by inch into your mouth. You took him fully until your nose was at the base of his crotch. He shuttered above you, head lolled back as he felt the warmth of your mouth and throat. You started to work him, bobbing your head along his shaft. Your hand came up to cup his balls, slowly massaging them. He pulled you off his cock with a loud pop, looking down at you. There was saliva connecting the head of his cock to your lips. What a fucking sight he thought to himself. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said breathless. He leaned down to lift you into his arms, you could feel his length brushing you a little through your panties.

Once you got into the room, he placed you on the bed. Quickly slipping out of his pants and shirt. You followed, unclipping your bra to throw it on the side of the bed. Before you could pull your panties off, Katsuki was already taking care of that for you. He threw them next to your bra, looking over you. He lifted your legs to part them, seeing how wet you already were. “So fucking wet for me.” He muttered, before leaning down to lick a broad stripe up your entrance. You moaned at the feeling, then threw your head back once he started to lap at your clit. He let two fingers slowly slip into you, pleased by how easy they went in. “Princess, what got you so horny. Tell me.” He asked.

You bit your lip, feeling him work his fingers in you. “You know what did.” You half moaned at him. “Tell me.” He said back. He pumped his finger in you quicker, making your legs twitch. “Sucking your cock!” You moaned too him. He was pleased with that answer. “Good girl.” He said back then went back to licking and sucking your clit. You were a moaning mess under him, but you wanted more. “Fuck me...please.” You moaned too him. He slipped his fingers out of you slowly, giving your clit one last peak before hovering above you. “Since you asked so nicely.” He said back, rubbing the head of his cock against your opening.

You smirked, holding onto the back of your knees for him. He guided his length into you, slowly letting it disappear in. He groaned at the feeling, you were so tight for him, so wet. You bucked up into him, you wanted to feel him deeper. It made him moan, bringing a hand up to grip your throat. “Someone’s impatient.” He teased. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just fuck me already, Katsuki.” You whined. He just gripped your throat tighter. “Don’t beg, you know what that does too me.” He said then started to thrust hard into you. That’s exactly what you wanted, to feel him deep inside you. You let out a muffled moan through his grip.

It egged him on more, thrusting harder and deeper into you. You let go of your own legs, letting them grip onto his hair instead. You tugged on it, he let out a moan himself. He took his hand off your throat, letting his hands grip the sheets by your head. “Fuck, you feel so good Princess. Like your pussy was made for my cock.” He moaned too you. You pulled him down for a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth. You broke off the kiss to moan, feeling your release coming. “You’re going to make me cum.” You moaned too him. It just made him thrust hard, sloppy since he was close too. “Fuck! Cum on my cock.” He moaned too you. After a few more pumps, you came undone on his cock. Clamping down on him, as he shot his own release.

You were both breathless, panting messes as he slipped to lay next too you. But the sex didn’t stop there, he pulled your back to his chest. Letting your leg hang over his hip as he guided his cock back into you. His hand took up camp on one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with his fingers. You moaned, letting your hand slip in front of you to toy with your clit. This was Katsuki favorite part when he had sex with you, you become even tighter after the first time you cum. The lust that builds up in you was something he could get drunk on. He let his hand slip from your breast back up to your throat.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight for me.” He moaned into your ear. His thrusts were slower, he wanted you to feel every bit of him as he pushed his length inside of you. Sure as shit you did, this was probably your favorite position with him. “You’re going to make me cum again, fuck Katsu.” You moaned too him, pushing yourself back on his cock. Katsuki leaned in to leave little love bites on your neck and shoulder. “Mhmm..cum for me Princess.” He moaned out, then released himself again. If your walls weren’t painted white before, they sure were now. It pushed you over the edge once more, coming down from your high.

You rested your head back on his shoulder, while he softly rubbed your side. “I love you, y/n. I hope you know that.” He said softly against your hair. It was the first time he had ever told you he loves you. It almost brought tears to your eyes. You got everything you wanted in life. “I love you too.” You said back. A smile as bright as the sun on your face.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ:

You were pregnant, holy shit you’re pregnant. How were you going to tell Katsuki, you thought of the ways to let him know. They all seemed a little corny but who fucking cares. You decided to just leave the tests out on the counter in the bathroom. That will sure get the hint across too him. You made him his favorite dinner, and waited for him to come home.

The sound of the door opening was music to your ears, looking at your handsome man walking through. “Welcome home, babe.” You said too him from the stove. He laughed softly. “Thank you, Princess.” He said back, walking to the bathroom. You knew he always liked to shower before coming to eat. Once you heard the door shut, you just waited.

It didn’t take long for him to bust out of the bathroom, holding up the two tests too you. “What’s this?” He questioned, his eyes a little wide. You laughed, looking over him. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” He said back. He smiled so big at you, walking over to take you into his arms. “You’re pregnant.” He said breathless. You nodded at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you, a soft tear rolling down his cheek. He couldn’t be happier, he had everything he wanted in his life too.

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[pan-fangirl-345]

Volleyboy Blondie

Summary: There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

A/N: I don’t even know anymore people, I really don’t. Please ignore the blatant self-projection in these. And ignore the fact that our resident Mad Dog is quite OOC. And yes, the title is supposed to be like that, read and you’ll find out why.

TW: Swearing, low self-esteem, overprotective brother and brother figures, there is some minor violence, but it is well deserved in my opinion, there is a small hint of sexual harassment, but nothing rape-y happens. As always, if I’ve left anything out, please let me now through an ask or a personal message and I will get right on it.

“You’re late,” the boy said, frowning.

“Sorry Blondie, my brother wanted to tell me about how mean his girlfriend is for dumping him,” you muttered, tying your shoes up as he walks over.

The blond boy grunted, watching as you stood and stretched your arms out.

You had learned a while ago that he wasn’t one for words, he just watched you like you were a puzzle that he was trying to figure out.

“Toss to me?” he inquired.

“I wouldn’t be here to do anything else,” you told him, tossing him the ball.

He backed up, bumping the ball to you before he made his approach.

You watched the ball, tracking it with your eyes, then glancing at him, letting the ball glance off your fingers.

You watched as his arm went back, back muscles contracting and rippling against his t-shirt as he slammed it over the other side of the net, the sound resounding through the gym for a moment before he turned to you, eyes shining in a way that told you he wanted another one.

You grinned at him, grabbing another ball from the basket.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The blond guy, you had never learned his name, sat against the wall, chugging the water bottle you had just handed him.

“You’re good,” he muttered, looking up at you. “You on a team?”

“No,” you admitted, sitting next to him. “Everyone would assume I’m trying to be like my brother. And I really don’t need that right now.”

“You talk about your brother a lot.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard not to,” you muttered. “Considering everyone compares me to him. It’s one of the reasons I like hanging around you. You have no expectations.”

He raised an eyebrow, then said, “Kyoutani.”

“Huh?”

“My name, it’s Kyoutani.”

“And you’re telling me this . . . why?”

He shrugged. “Figured you should know.”

“You can call me (Y/F/N),” you told him, tossing your water bottle into your bag as you checked your phone. “What do you want?”

“Is that anyway to talk to your favorite older brother?” Tooru asked.

“You’re my only brother, older or otherwise. So, I repeat my earlier question. What do you want?” you asked.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the community gym. Why?”

“Is Iwa-chan there with you?” Tooru inquired.

“No, why?”

“You know how we feel about you going places without us.”

“Tooru, I am fifteen, almost sixteen, I’m not the cute little five year old in a skirt that you had to follow everywhere. I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m with a-” You paused. Kyoutani wasn’t really a friend, but he wasn’t a random guy either. “An acquaintance of mine.”

Kyoutani gave a small snort and you rolled your eyes. “Shut it, Blondie.”

“Huh?”

“Not you, moron. I’ll be home in like, an hour, try not to piss Haji off too much while I’m gone alright?”

You hung up before your brother could get another word in, chuckling.

“Oh, I hate him,” you muttered, tossing your phone into your bag again. “You wanna go again?”

Kyoutani nodded, raising to his feet.

“What about you?” you inquired. “You on a team?”

“Kind of,” he muttered, toying with the ball in his hands. “I don’t get along with them.”

“Well, that must suck for them,” you said. “You’re a good player.”

He may have looked like a delinquent, but Kyoutani was a good person, he was just blunt.

“Give me a second, I just need to redo my hair,” you said, pulling your hair out of it’s braid, shaking it loose.

“Want some help?” he asked.

“You know how to braid hair?”

“I have a little sister,” he admitted, moving to run his fingers through your hair, easily weaving the three sections together.

“You must be a great brother, mine makes me pay him to do my hair,” you muttered.

Kyoutani snorted, taking the elastic you handed him.

“Thanks,” you said, toying with the end of your braid. “Come on, if I’m not back within an hour my brother will call Haji, and I don’t need that bloodhound on my ass,” you muttered, making Kyoutani snort.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You shrugged your jacket on as you headed out of the gym.

“Tomorrow?” Kyoutani inquired.

“You betcha,” you said, smiling at him.

He stood there for a moment, then asked, “Can I walk you to the bus?”

“You don’t have to, it’s not far,” you told him.

“Want too though.” 

“I mean, if you want to I guess it’s okay,” you said, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

Your phone buzzing made you sigh. “I’m on my way home, don’t send Haji out.”

“(Y/F/N), it’s Hajime,” Hajime said. “Where are you?”

“I’m walking to the bus stop. I’m literally like, fifteen minutes away,” you said, adjusting your bag.

“Your brother is freaking out.”

“My brother is a little shit,” you told him.

“I know, I’ve known him front, back, right, left, and inside out since we were seven. You’re his sister, he wants to protect you.”

“See, here’s the thing Haji, you’ve both been tailing me like guard dogs since I was- what?- three? You two aren’t going to be around forever. You guys have to stop isolating me,” you told him. “I love you like another brother Haji, but god damnit, you’re both overbearing!”

Hajime sighed, and you could hear Tooru in the background, crying.

“Fuck, was I on speaker?”

“Yup,” Haji replied.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered. “Do damage control, I’ll be home soon.”

You hung up, running a hand over your hair.

“How bad?” Kyoutani asked.

“Don’t ask,” you muttered. “Look, thank you for this. These meet-ups help me as much as they do you. I’ll see you around Kyoutani.”

He nodded, looking slightly shocked.

“What?” you inquired.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, but the tips of his ears burned red and you smiled at him.

“Why are you shy all of a sudden?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him. “Anyway, thank you for walking me to the station, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Kyoutani nodded, making sure you were seated before he headed towards his own home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Tooru, Haji, I’m home,” you called, tossing your bag  down as you untied your shoes.

“(Y/F/N)!” Tooru whined, throwing himself at you. “I-I’m sor-sorry!” he sobbed.

“Get off me!” you hissed, shoving him towards Hajime, who grunted.

“Ar-Are we re-really ov-overbearing?” he inquired.

“Yes. Look,” you began. “I love you both, but I don’t have friends. I don’t have a boyfriend. Have you ever wondered why? I can’t make friends with the girls because they’re vultures and they want to get close to the two of you, and most of the guys I know are terrified of the both of you and your team.”

“It’s my job to protect you!” Tooru said, pouting.

“Tooru, this isn’t protecting me,” you snapped, glaring at him. “I need to be able to make my own friends. You can’t keep sending Haji out like a fucking bloodhound when you don’t know where I am.”

“What about that acquaintance you were talking about earlier?”

“He doesn’t have anything to do with this! Only reason I even know him is because I set for him. I only learned his name today!”

“He?”

Tooru had that squinty look on his face when he didn’t like something. And Haji had that look that told you he was pissed.

“Don’t give me those looks,” you snarled. “He wouldn’t touch me like that with a thirty foot fucking pole. He’s too emotionally stunted for that. Besides, if you boys haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly crush material.”

“Who the fuck told you that?” Haji demanded.

“Like, every person in school? I hang out with mostly boys, I get called a slut and whore by the girls, and I’m not feminine enough for most of the boys I hang out with. I’ve been told that the thought of dating me is like the thought of being gay to them. I’m not getting many confessions,” you snarled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tooru and Haji stared at you for a moment before Tooru asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“And be the little bitch that runs to her big brother and his beefy friend to fix all of her problems? I don’t think so,” you said, scowling.

The three of you stood there for a moment in silence before Tooru made a choked noise, looking close to tears.

Your phone ringing caught your attention and you sighed, rummaging through your bag to find it.

Volleyboy

“Everything okay?” you asked, answering the call.

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you calling? Do you have to reschedule again?”

“No.”

“C’mon, I need a little more info here Blondie,” you told him.

“I wanted to make sure you were home,” he admitted.

“So you called?” you said. “You haven’t called me since we started this whole thing.”

Kyoutani wasn’t one for words, you had learned that a long time ago, and you knew that if you saw him he would be bright red and shrugging.

“Thank you for the concern Blondie,” you told him. “I have to go, I’m talking with my brother, but we’re still on for tomorrow right?”

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Great, later Blondie,” you said, ending the call. 

“Blondie?” Haji questioned.

“I didn’t know his name until today and I had to call him something other than Volleyboy. We had this unspoken deal, I set for him, he spikes for me, and we don’t make small talk. Or that was the deal until Tooru made me late today.”

“Huh,” Hajime muttered. “Well, as long as he doesn’t try anything. Stop with the look Shittykawa!”

“Haji, you keep forgetting that those names apply to me too,” you teased, wrinkling your nose at him. “Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and get something to eat, what do you two want?”

“I just want you to be happy, (Y/F/N),” Tooru said, looking sad.

“You’re gonna be waiting a while Ruru,” you told him, using the old nickname you had given him as a child.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, (Y/F/N), do you think that you could help us out?” Haji asked.

“Sure, whatcha need?” you inquired.

“Can you refill these and help pick balls up? We need a manager, but no one wants to do it.”

“Ask one of my brother’s fangirls, I’m sure they’d be more than willing,” you muttered.

“No, we tried that. They don’t actually help to manage the team. Most of the guys seem to know you, so we were hoping that you would consider managing for us?”

“I mean, do you guys really want me to be the manager?” you inquired. “I don’t really feel qualified.”

“The guys all love you, and Tooru and I will be here to make sure that they keep their hands to themselves.”

“Wow Haji,” you muttered. “Subtle much?”

He shrugged, looking at you for a moment before he said, “I leave subtle to your brother.”

“Yeah, because my brother is so subtle.”

“So, you in?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Guys, this is (Y/F/N) Oikawa, she’ll be our new manager.”

“So you’re the famous little sister we’ve heard so much about,” Hanamaki said.

“You’ve never met her?” Yahaba inquired.

“Nope, she’s never there when we go over, and she doesn’t come on team retreats,” Mattsukawa said.

“I’m never there because I can barely stand my brother around Haji, I don’t want to have to deal with his melodramatic ass around someone he called the ‘Meme Team’,” you retorted, arms crossed.

“If you were expecting a mini Oikawa, you boys are gonna be disappointed,” Haji said, smirking. “These two are polar opposites.”

“Murder me,” you mumbled. “Tooru, stop hiding in the corner and get your ass over here. This is your team!” you shouted, glaring at him.

“No, you’re pissed, and you scare me more than Iwa-chan does!”

“Hey!” you both shouted, laughing.

“I’m not pissed, I’m irritated because I don’t know how I got roped into this,” you said. “Whatever, it’s not like I have anything else better to be doing.”

You glanced at the clock and grinned. 

“See you fools later, I have someone I need to meet. Tooru, I’ll be home late, there’s food in the fridge, Dad’s working over time, and Mom is working a double shift for one of the women on maternity, so they won’t be home. Takeru is coming tomorrow morning, don’t forget because I have to leave early.

“Haji, make sure he remembers Takeru, and please, for the love all things sacred to our family, do not let him watch any of those alien conspiracy shows he’s a nut-job for. The last time he did that he came into my room at three in the morning sobbing about corn probes or something,” you muttered, throwing your hair up into a knot on the top of your head.

“Stop airing my dirty laundry (Y/F/N)!” your brother cried, pouting.

“Shove it up your ass Tooru, this is my payback for you and Haji following me like angry fucking Pomeranians,” you told him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you hurried out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were bumping a ball against the wall when Kyoutani walked in.

“Hey Blondie,” you said, catching the ball. “You’re late this time.” You paused when you saw his face. “You good?”

“The captain of the team I’m on came by earlier and wanted me to come back.”

“What did you tell him?” you asked, watching his face. “You said yes! Ha!” you cheered, throwing your arms around him. “I’m proud of you.”

It took a few moments of Kyoutani standing stiffly under your touch for you to realize what had happened.

You practically threw yourself against the opposite wall, cheeks burning. “Sorry, I do that with my brother sometimes. Anyway, I’m proud of you! This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

You could see the ‘but’ in his eyes.

“But?” you prompted.

“This means I have to stop seeing you.”

Your cheeks heated again and you gave a soft smile.

He looked so open about it. He was genuinely upset by the fact that he might not see you again.

“I mean, i-if you’re that worried about it, we could meet up on the weekends? We’ve rearranged our schedules before,” you told him.

Kyoutani shook his head, ears tinged pink again. “How about a date?”

“Are you serious? Is my brother hiding here somewhere? Haji maybe?”

“I . . . don’t think I know either of them,” he said, eyes wide in surprise. “If you don’t want to-”

“No!” you blurted, then winced. “I want to, go on a date with you I mean, but I’m just trying to make sure this isn’t a . . . a prank or something,” you admitted, glancing around, eyes alert. “I’m waiting for someone to post a video or something.”

“Do I really seem like the kind of guy to do that?”

“No, but I’ve learned not to trust people too much.”

“You trust me though,” he reminded you.

You sighed; he did have a point. “This isn’t some sick joke? You actually want to go out with me?”

“Yes?”

“Is it a question now?” you teased.

“No. I do want to go out with you.” He said it with so much conviction, it kind of surprised you. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

You looked at each other for a few moments before you burst out laughing. Well, he was chuckling, but it was close enough.

“C’mon, let’s play,” you said, tossing him the ball.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“First official day as manager, are you nervous?” Tooru asked.

“No,” you said. “I know most of the boys, and I basically did the gig in middle school, so I think I’ll be all set.”

“You’ll be great Pip,” Haji said. He had called you Pipsqueak until you were a third year in middle school and Pip was something he had started calling you recently as a remembrance to that nickname, despite your numerous protests.

“You guys are acting like parents sending their child off to their first day of school, stop,” you said, shrugging your brother’s arm off your shoulders as you walked into the gym.

“Heads!” someone shouted and you immediately flinched and ducked your head. You turned to see the ball coming right towards you and you instinctively moved your hands into a setting posture, shooting it towards the ace position.

Silence followed as the boys stared at you.

“Pip, you alright?” Hajime asked, the first to break the silence.

“I’m fine Haji,” you muttered. “My brother isn’t the only setter in the family.”

“You can set?” Tooru asked, pure and genuine surprise lining his face as he looked at you.

“Tooru, I hate to break it to you, but you aren’t the only volleyball dork in the family,” you said, tying your hair up. “You also seem to forget that when you used to follow me around, I watched you and Haji. I also played with you guys, when you let me. You weren’t the only ones that liked to play. Let’s put it this way, you’re the sun, and I am the shadow caused from that light.”

“So poetic,” Tooru muttered.

“Tooru, I have to listen to your dramatic ass all the time, I also hear what you say at your games. I’m not a complete moron.” You paused. “Well, not all the time anyway.”

Someone nearby snorted, and you glanced around at his teammates.

“Just leave it be Tooru,” you told him. “Haji, don’t. Say. Anything,” you snarled, pointing at him.

“But-”

“No. We don’t talk about it,” you reminded him.

“Alrighty then, time to continue practice!” Tooru said, clapping his hands with that creepy grin he had around his teammates.

“Good God, he’s gonna be terrible, isn’t he?” you inquired, making Haji snort.

“You have no idea,” he muttered, falling in line with the rest of their team as practice started.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was easy to get into a groove with your brothers’ team, easier than you would’ve thought, though it might’ve been because the job was easy to begin with.

“I never would’ve thought Oikawa-san would have a sister like you,” Yahaba admitted during a water break.

“What do you mean?” you inquired.

“I just mean that you seem a lot more like Iwaizumi-san than Oikawa-san.”

“I mean, those two followed me like hellhounds for as long as I can remember, I always liked hanging around Haji because I could ditch him whenever I wanted, I had to live with Tooru.”

“So, you’re . . . you’re really a setter?” Yahaba asked.

“Um, I guess? I’m not on a team or anything, but . . . yeah, I can do it,” you admitted. “And before you ask, no, it’s not because of my brother.”

“I . . . wasn’t gonna ask you that,” Yahaba said.

“Really? As soon as everyone finds out who my older brother is and that I set, they usually assume it’s because of my brother.”

“Being a setter means you learn to read people,” Yahaba said with a shrug. “You learn to apply that to real life too. You don’t seem like the kind of person that would do something just because your brother does it. You seem like the kind of person to do the opposite of what your brother would be doing, just to make him mad.”

“I mean,” you shrugged, “you’re not entirely wrong.”

He snorted on a laugh, making you smile.

“Any tips?” Yahaba asked. “I’m-”

“The reserve setter for my brother, I know,” you told him. “I’ve watched a lot of your games. You’re good, from what I’ve seen. The only tips I have for you are learn to read your teammates. Oh, and learn how to read the other team. Find cracks.

“Be like water and ice. Think of it like cracks in the sidewalk. That small crack gets bigger and bigger until something breaks. Find the cracks, slip in, and freeze. The more you melt and refreeze, the bigger the cracks get.”

“That’s actually a really good way of thinking about it,” Yahaba muttered. “Most people say ‘find the weak link’ or something.”

“Well, I like to think of it like this; the weak link won’t always break the chain. What if the weak link is the last link? Or the second to last? It weakens the chain, but the rest is still viable. Cracks spread until everything breaks.”

“Huh, I like that,” Yahaba said. “Thank you-” He paused, then said, “I feel weird calling you ‘Oikawa’.”

“You can call me (Y/F/N), it makes it easier,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, I don’t need other teams knowing that Tooru is my older brother anyway. And you don’t have to use an honorific,” you added. “It makes me feel like we’re in a business meeting.”

You shuddered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Yahaba laughed and you smiled at him.

“How come we haven’t hung out before now?” he inquired. “It just seems like we’d be good friends.”

You shrugged. “I mean, I don’t really trust anyone. Girls have been trying to use me to get to my brothers since I can remember, and a lot of the other people I know are terrified of them. More Haji than Tooru, but still.”

“So, you and Iwaizumi a thing or-?”

“If you’re asking me if we’re dating, or if there’s a mutual interest, the answer is a big fat no fucking way. I mean, I had a crush on him when I was like, eleven, but there’s no way we would work, even if I was interested. Besides, my brother would never let anything happen.”

Yahaba watched you for a moment before huffing, a small noise of contemplation.

“Alright guys water break’s over, time to try-”

Whatever Tooru was going to say was cut off by the gym doors opening, a boy walking through them.

He stood there for a moment, ripping a piece off of the bun he was eating as he stared down the team.

“Blondie?” you asked, slightly dazed.

His eyes snapped to you, and something in his eyes softened before the shock took over at seeing you standing in the Seijoh gym.

“Ah, Mad Dog-chan!” Tooru said, grinning at the blond boy, who immediately went on his guard.

“Tooru, stop messing with him,” you snapped.

“Tooru?” Kyoutani inquired, eyes narrowed as he watched the two of you.

“Surprise,” you muttered. “I suppose this means I have some things to explain, does it?”

“Care to explain (Y/F/N)?” Tooru asked, arms crossed.

“Why me?” you whimpered, glaring up at the fluorescent lights in the gym. You sighed, letting your shoulders slump. “Gather ‘round boys, it’s story time.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mad Dog is dating my baby sister?” Tooru shouted, high pitched and whiney. 

Hajime hit him on the head and said, “Shut it Shittykawa.”

“Tooru, I am literally one,” you held up a single finger, “year younger than you, shut up. After this he might not even want to go out with me. And besides, this was bound to happen eventually. You can’t scare off every guy, you know. Pretty soon the two of you won’t even be around.”

You leaned against the wall, glaring at your brother.

You had just finished explaining how you had met Kyoutani at the community center one night, trying to get away from Tooru for some piece and quiet, how you had made a silent deal when you saw him trying to spike on his own, how you had gotten closer to him until he had asked you out the other night when Tooru had asked him to come back to the team.

“And I didn’t know she was your sister,” Kyoutani grunted, scowling even more than your brother and Haji combined.

“And that would have made a difference?” Tooru snapped, glaring at Kyoutani, who seemed surprised.

You didn’t blame him. It wasn’t often that your brother was serious about anything other than volleyball, and that seriousness was usually aimed at the other team’s players.

“He wouldn’t have touched me with a 400 foot pole if he had known I was your sister, if not for you then for Hajime,” you answered, trying to hide your wince. You had known that you would’ve had to tell Kyoutani eventually, especially if your date had gone well, but you hadn’t expected this.

“I feel like I’m watching a drama on TV,” Hanamaki muttered to Mattsun, who nodded.

“Fuck this,” you hissed. “Look,” you turned to Kyoutani. “That’s my brother and the bloodhound.” You turned to look at your brother. “That’s the guy I’ve been sneaking out to play volleyball with.” You looked up at the ceiling. “And this is why I don’t have any fucking friends.”

You sighed, running your hands over your hair, trying to keep your composure. You really didn’t need to lose it right here. “Just get back to practice,” you ordered. “We can talk about this later if it’s still an issue.”

“C’mon Loserkawa, we need to get back to practice,” Hajime said, and you shot him a grateful look.

“This isn’t over,” Tooru told you, a serious look on his face as he walked away.

“I am so massively fucked,” you muttered, holding you head in your hands. A small touch on your shoulder made you looked up to see Kyoutani standing there, looking concerned. “Just go practice,” you told him. “It’s okay.”

“I still wanna go out with you,” he said, pausing for a moment before he wandered away.

“Fuck.”

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As soon as the practice was over you were sliding your other shoes on, practically running from the gym.

Someone shouted at you, either Kyoutani or Hajime, but you weren’t listening. You wanted some time to think before you talked to anyone about this.

And I didn’t know she was your sister. 

Would it have made a difference if he knew I was his sister? Would he have even let me close if he’d known who I was? Probably not, based on how he reacted to my brother earlier. You thought miserably.

He had said that he wanted to go out with you still. Although that might have been because of all the people there. But . . . Kyoutani also wasn’t the kind of person to put up a show for someone else’s benefit.

You sighed, pulling your hoodie closer around you, trying to draw comfort from it as you wandered.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, you were just letting your feet carry you away from the gym and preferably your problems, even if that’s not how it worked.

You heard voices swimming around in your brain, but you didn’t think anything of it until someone’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, jerking you to a stop.

You were expecting Kyoutani or Haji, but there was a stranger holding your wrist in his hand.

“Can I help you?” you inquired.

“You can stop being a bitch and ignoring me,” the man retorted.

“Look dude, it’s been a long day for me, so I apologize if I’m a little spacey, but I have no clue who you are. I owe you absolutely nothing, so let me go.”

“I think not,” he replied. “I think you owe me for ignoring me.”

“Let me go,” you ordered, trying to wrench your wrist from his hand.

“No.”

“Look man, I am not in the mood for this bullshit, let me the go and walk away,” you snarled, tensing.

“I don’t think so bitch.”

“Call me a bitch again, I dare you, you pervy fucker,” you snapped.

“Let go of my girlfriend, you son of a bitch.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Kyoutani striding towards you both, rage evident on his already fierce features.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Her boyfriend,” Kyoutani snarled.

“And I’m her brother,” Hajime snapped, stepping into your line of sight, arms crossed over his chest.

“So, you wanna let me go now?” you asked, stepping on his foot and throwing an elbow into his face.

“You little bitch!” he cried, holding his nose, which was starting to drip red.

“Leave,” Kyoutani snarled, slipping his hand into yours softly, slowing tugging you behind him and Hajime. “Or you have to deal with us.”

The guy snarled, but he backed away, disappearing around a corner.

“What the fuck were you thinking (Y/F/N)?” Hajime snapped, turning to you.

Kyoutani didn’t even say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his- very firm- chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, burying his face in your neck.

“Hey Blondie, it’s okay, I’m fine,” you murmured, slowly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m fine,” you repeated, glancing at Haji, who had already pulled out his phone to call your brother.

“I should’ve been with you.”

“Kyoutani, it’s okay. I’m the one that left without telling you guys where I was going. Besides, like I said, I’m okay.”

He was tense beneath your fingers as you ran them over his back, trying to calm him down a little bit.

You heard your name from Haji and listened to what he was saying.

“-with Kyoutani, figured she’s in good hands.” He paused to listen to Tooru for a moment before he said, “Shut up Shittykawa. We need to leave her be. I’m coming back home.” He paused again. “We need to trust her Tooru.”

The use of your brother’s first name surprised you, but you figured they were still figuring their own shit out.

“Thank you,” you mouthed when Haji turned towards you again. He nodded, making sure you were alright silently before he headed home.

“Hey,” you murmured, carding your hands through Kyoutani’s hair. “Come on out and talk to me. The bloodhound is gone.”

“I should have been here with you,” he repeated.

“Kyoutani,” you ordered, moving your hands to cup his face, letting him balance out a little more of your weight as you forced him to look at you. “Talk to me.”

He simply stared at you for a moment before he laid his forehead against yours.

“You called me your girlfriend,” you blurted, and he tensed again. You gave a small giggle, kissing his cheek, making him blush. “Don’t get all shy now Kyoutani. Come on, just talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did to finding out that he was your brother. I should’ve handled it better. And I was . . . jealous of Iwaizumi-san.”

“Oh Kyoutani,” you said, giving him a small smile. “You never had any reason to be jealous of Haji. For one thing, he’s my other brother, you know that, and secondly, he’s interested in my brother, even if they haven’t figured that out yet.”

“I just . . . really like you. And it-” He stopped, scowling again.

“It scares you,” you finished. He nodded, making you smile. “You think it doesn’t scare me?”

“You just . . . seem so calm all the time. Even when you’re pissed.”

“I live with Tooru,” you said, enunciating each syllable. “I have to be calm. Look Kyoutani, if you want to go out with me- great! If not- oh well- but I hope we can be friends,” you told him.

“I do want to go out with you,” he practically shouted, wincing at his own volume. “Sorry things got lost in translation.”

“It’s okay, just talk to me next time. No sulky puppy, alright?” you demanded, flicking his forehead lightly.

He nodded, then scowled. “’M not a puppy.”

“Sure you aren’t,” you teased. “I think this is the most we’ve talked in the few months that we’ve known each other.”

Kyoutani snorted softly. “I was nervous around you.”

“What? Why?”

“You were this pretty, smart, funny setter. I was used to people avoiding me and being scared. You simply looked at me and smiled.”

“You’re a poet Blondie,” you teased. “C’mon, let’s head back, I think my brother might send out Haji again if I don’t get home soon. Besides, I like talking to you.”

Kyoutani nodded, but he made no move to unwrap his arms from around your waist.

“Or, we could stay here for a little bit,” you said and he grunted. “Okay, we can stay here. On one condition; you have to talk to me.”

“About?”

“Whatever. Everything, nothing, I don’t care. I just want to know you.”

So he talked.

A/N: This is very unrealistic, but whatever. It’s also like, 12:40 in the morning on my end of things and I haven’t slept well lately, so ignore any errors or any imperfections within this imperfection. Stay safe out there my lovelies!

#kyoutani x reader #oikawa tooru x hajime iwaizumi #iwaoi #brother oikawa #kentarou x reader #kyoutani kentarou x oikawa reader #fluff #little bit of angst