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savage-rhi · 1 year

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From your latest prompt list “here, let me help you” and could it be Ardyn x reader please 💙

@blossom-adventures thank you for being patient with me on this 💙 hope it turned out okay!

"That...doesn't look good, Ardyn." Y/N knew they should've kept their mouth shut, but they could no longer ignore the massive blood stain that was seeping through the white material of Ardyn's overshirt. The crimson spot took up a huge section of his waist.

"Here, let me help you." Y/N offered, approaching his side only to be waved off. Y/N watched while Ardyn turned and scooted away from them.

"Save your pity for another," Ardyn sighed. "I need rest. There's no need to fret on my behalf."

Y/N was surprised. His tone was cold and unwelcoming, yet there was no malice held in his words. Not like earlier when Ardyn was berating them. Y/N made a face, recalling how they got from point A to point B in this mess.

Lucian troops didn't know when to mind their business. Much less offer peace to someone who was afflicted by the scourge. Once they caught wind Y/N had it, the harassment never ceased. It escalated to the point where the soldiers debated about turning Y/N in to quarantine or shooting them on the spot, to save the trouble. That's when Ardyn intervened after being away for an hour.

At first he tried the diplomatic approach. He was cordial, and flexed his status as Niflheim's chancellor to get the group to back off but either it was a bad day, a full moon, or something was in the air. Because with every life saving option Ardyn gave, the Lucians tossed back. Enough to trigger a fight.

Ardyn made short work of them, but not without a price. He had been cut deeply by one of their blades. Slicing near the left side of his waist. It was in a vain attempt to make the structure of his body collapse, obviously it didn't pave out as intended. For most humans, this was a guaranteed slow death especially with no medical aid being in close proximity. For an immortal such as Ardyn, it was an annoyance for sure, but nothing worth crying about.

While Ardyn's thoughts wandered while he rested against a boulder near the fire pit, he did a double take upon seeing Y/N reaching for his clothes. No doubt to assess the damage. He quickly grabbed their hand, feeling a sense of pride swell in himself for making them gasp out in a panic before he glared.

"Do you take pleasure in touching people's bodies without prior consent?" Ardyn mocked.

"No, I just--" Y/N felt Ardyn's fingers squeeze tight around their hand, causing them to wince. Ardyn raised a brow.

"Well?"

"Look," Y/N swallowed. "I know you told me not to fret, but I can't help myself. You got hurt because of me."

"You're right about that." Ardyn said as a matter of fact. His features softened when he saw the guilt that began to seep into Y/N's eyes. He made a disproving face.

"I may be unwell for a few days, but the scourges healing factor will take care of it. I assure you. It's not the first time I've been impaled, nor do I anticipate it will be my last."

"Its easy for you to be nonchalant about it considering what you are, but I'm scared that you--"

Ardyn let go of Y/N's hand and put a finger to their lips. He was surprised at how effective the gesture was at getting them to stop talking. Scared on my behalf? He nearly balked at the idea until he scanned over Y/N's face longer than intended. He could see it all. The worry. The care. The fear. Being someone who prided himself on seeing through people quite well, Ardyn was taken back. This was...too genuine for his liking.

"You're quite an odd thing..."

Ardyn held Y/N's gaze, his amber eyes searching theirs for any sort of trickery before he let out a breath and retreated his hand away.

"I guess if you're so inclined, you may look." He carefully began to unbutton his vest, discarding it nearby then began repeating the motions with his shirt. Grabbing a hold of the stained portion of the material, he scrunched it up to reveal his body and the wound.

"Shit..." Y/N whispered. Their eyes traveled over the gash. It wasn't bleeding profusely like before and had scabbed over rather quick, but there were pockets of blood pooling from cracked bits of flesh. It certainly explained why his shirt was turning red.

"See? No need for worry. It's healing." Ardyn reassured. He pulled his shirt back down then furrowed his brows. He watched Y/N rummage through their small pack, taking out a salve.

"I'm afraid that won't be of much assistance." Ardyn tried to be gentle with them on this fact. He felt irate, watching Y/N uncap the blasted ointment anyway, preparing to administer it without approval.

"I'm warning you, Y/N--"

"Ardyn,"

Their eyes met and there was a silent battle of wills that traveled between the two. Either of them felt unsteady by the tension that grew. Ardyn tilted his head curiously, but kept the firmness of his gaze poised. A small smirk traveled across his lips.

"Tell me, what do you get out of this?"

"Pardon?"

"By helping me out in this fashion, what do you get out of it?" Ardyn mused. His smile widened, seeing Y/N's face tint with pink. There was no way the campfire's heat was having that effect on them. "There's always a catch with every transaction, dear one. "

"This isn't a transaction, and I don't need anything from you. I'm being nice." Y/N countered. Y/N felt their heart in their throat when suddenly Ardyn adjusted. He was so close that Y/N could see the tiny needles of his scruff and his pulse thudding gently in his neck.

"You're being coy, and your eyes give everything away." Ardyn mused darkly.

"Yours do too."

Ardyn chuckled, shaking his head. He knew Y/N had them there, but he was too prideful to admit it.

"Tell me, what is it that you desire by performing this little act of compassion? You must want something from me. Many try to get in my good graces for a favor."

"I can assure you my desire is not whatever you're thinking." Y/N swallowed, but held their ground. The double take Ardyn did had Y/N briefly smile triumphantly, able to knock him down a peg with something suggestive.

"Perhaps you are looking too deep in places you shouldn't."

Everything about Ardyn's sentence should've come off as he held no interest in that sort of thing, but his smile and the teasing tone of his voice suggested otherwise. Y/N felt put on the spot. With Ardyn, it was always a mystery at what his true intentions were. He loved spinning people one direction, only to pull them in another.

"I--"

"Yes?"

"It'll give me peace of mind. I get it, you're all powerful and can heal on your own but for my sake just--" Y/N handed the ointment to Ardyn, shoving the bottle in his hands. "Put it on so I can sleep at night not feeling like shit you got hurt protecting me."

"There now," Ardyn mused. He looked down at the bottle before his gaze returned to Y/N. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Pest."

"Prude." Ardyn scoffed. He leaned away, and made himself comfortable while getting ready to go through with Y/N's request. He normally wasn't one to offer compliance of this sort, but decided it was for the best. It would get Y/N to quit doting on him. The attention or warmth of it was something he wasn't accustomed to. Not in several thousand years.

While Y/N went over to the fire and Ardyn prepared a small amount of the substance on his fingers to dab at his skin, he paused. Glancing between his fingers and the injury, he felt a compulsion begin to rise. His hand trembled while he mentally debated with himself. The impulse was ridiculous, but he kept coming back to it.

"Y/N,"

"You okay?" Y/N turned around, seeing Ardyn briefly smile before he gestured at his wound.

"Will you do the honors?"

"Putting the medicine on for you?"

Ardyn nodded.

"You're more than capable of doing this on your--"

"I don't know how much to administer," Ardyn interrupted. "It's been centuries. Enlighten an old fool. I'd so hate to screw up."

It was a piss poor excuse at getting the opportunity to be touched by another, but gods he took it. Ardyn had no doubt Y/N saw through his crap to boot. He averted his gaze, keeping himself emotionless.

Ardyn was surprised to see Y/N return, taking the bait. He side eyed them, watching while they carefully took the salve and thoroughly applied it to their hand. He made a fist with his left hand, and his body froze. He couldn't look Y/N in the eye.

The initial contact stung as if he had been shocked. The salve irritated the wound and what remained exposed. Ardyn let out a hiss, gritting his teeth. After a few deep breaths, the stinging subsided. A cold numbness began to sweep around the injury. He let out a sigh, and relaxed. That's when Ardyn registered Y/N's fingertips working away from the center of the gash, caressing the skin around the wounds area and moving toward flesh that hadn't been touched by blood.

There were no words. The only thing he felt was warmth. As if his whole body had been imbued by the sun. Ardyn felt foolish enjoying something so simple; a basic act of affection that many took for granted. He couldn't believe he was getting euphoria from this.

Touch starvation was a concept Ardyn thought of as humorous. He didn't believe in it, chalked the idea up to people making a problem out of nothing for the sake of drama. It was an experience the Adagium should've been incapable of feeling, but he had been proven wrong. He felt embarrassed at the desperation his body endured with each soft pass from Y/N.

Ardyn could see it so clearly when he closed his eyes. Aera's hands caressing his cheek, playing with his stubble before reassuring him that the pain of taking the scourge into himself would end eventually. Her touch had been one of the few things that kept him stable as Ardyn traveled the Lucian kingdom healing the afflicted. Something he couldn't do for Y/N. Not in this life.

As Ardyn snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze traveled to Y/N. His eyes caught wind of the scourge upon the crook of Y/N's neck. He cringed at seeing the black and purple web like pattern; the signature of the curse.

It would be so simple to reach over and allow his own darkness to envelop them. Ardyn could feel the temptation rise just as bad as he wanted Y/N's hand to remain on him. The conflict of consuming Y/N and wishing to heal them had his mind unfolding.

"You're all done. Let it dry a bit before you move around. I use this stuff on my scourge spots. I can barely feel them at all afterward so hopefully you get the same benefit." Y/N said. As soon as they began to move their hand away, they felt Ardyn grab their wrist. He held an intense stare. Conflict grew in his golden eyes, and Y/N was dumbfounded.

"Ardyn--!"

His movement was so fast that Y/N didn't have time to register what happened. Suddenly they felt the heaviness of Ardyn's head pressed to their own. Their foreheads met in the middle and Y/N heard Ardyn let out a shaky breath. His grip on their arm tightened. His thumb quickly smoothed over Y/N's skin out of vague reassurance not to be scared.

"What's going through your head?" Y/N murmured. They were frozen in place at this point, unsure of what was happening. The only thing Y/N was certain of, was that Ardyn had a malfunction. Some part of his façade broke just now and he was in a vulnerable place.

"Angelgard," Ardyn swallowed. His eyes were tightly shut. He drowned out the compulsion to daemonify Y/N by focusing on their touch. How he had been deprived of the most basic of humanity's affections. Touch was his tool for healing the sick. It was yet another thing taken from him all those years ago. He be damned to be without it right now.

"It's been a long time." He finally finished his thoughts. "I know this is peculiar, but remain with me. Stay as you are."

"Okay," Y/N nodded against him, feeling Ardyn in turn mimic their motion. It was as if he attempted to nuzzle, but held himself back. Y/N decided not to question it. Nor did they decide to pry further where this all was coming from. Y/N knew Ardyn had deep traumas. He had hinted at it many a time. Knowing he was the Adagium was a mere fraction of the whole. As strange as this was, Y/N wanted to be here for him. Having the scourge themselves, they knew all too well what it was like to be battling a disease no one understood.

"Take as long as you need. It's okay."

Y/N truly didn't understand the danger they were in, and Ardyn intended to keep it that way. There would come a time where Y/N would no longer be of use to him, but not now. Not when he was reminded briefly of who he once was, and how much he missed his old life. Not when something so basic as holding an arm felt like heaven.

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shut-up-rabert · 2 years

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It was only after I had entered the room that I realised that the noise I was following was not infact someone plucking on rubber bands like I had made it out to be; it was the sound of acoustic strings being tuned and tried. Taken aback, I coloured slightly, the embarrassment of having yelled for my brother to stop being a nuisance at someone else’s house seeping in, since this person was clearly not my brother.

I tried muttering an apology as the widened ebony eyes stared at me, more so in surprise, but still confused as to why some random girl just barged into his room as if she owned the place, screaming at him to put the rubber band down or she’ll tie his mouth shut with it.

“I’m sorry” I’m quick (maybe quick enough to make my lack of confidence overt) , and without giving as much as a second thought, I add “I thought you were my brother, he has been messing around and annoying everyone since morning.”

I try scurrying away as soon as my redress ends, having dropped my eyes the moment I had noticed my royal blunder. Honestly, I was scared to meet his eyes and see him judge me as someone with a loose screw. Not that it would be undeserved.

“So you were going to tie his mouth shut with a bunch of rubberbands for that?” I heard the question just as was in the middle of passing throw the web of curtains at the door, and a chuckle just as I turned back around “God, you elder sisters sure are scary.”

Interestingly enough, his face didn’t show the slightest sign of scrutiny. His eyes seemed to be laughing, yes, but not with mockery or malice.

Well, what am I even supposed to say? This person was clearly finding entertainment in what I had considered a rather ignominious occurrence . Adding the fact that he is supposed to be a complete stranger to me, there truly were no words for me to say, other than accepting the bait his words had offered.

“I’m assuming yours is like this too?” Rather involuntarily, I tilt my head a little to left as I pose the question. Forming a smile is rather hard because of the nervousness that seeps in. Of the five days I have been here, I don’t recall smiling at him for once.

Finally, a small and feasably forced simper appeared on my lips. It was, however, no match for the rather genuine looking one that he wore.

“Yes.” He chortled minutely yet fondly. “And she hates the sight of my guitar aswell.”

“Why?” I find myself probbing, more so naturally. “She doesn’t like the tunes you play?”

“Apparently not.” He sighed, still pleased. A silence reigned for a moment or two. It could have been my cue to politely, if rather awkwardly, take his leave. Before my conscious could arrive to this thought, another question left my lips,

“You’re Naina’s brother, right?” I blurted out. Huh. Could it be that I did not want to leave his acquaintance as urgently as I had deduced?

He looked up again. “Yeah, I’m her younger brother.”

I nodded, tilting my head a little and clutching the curtain at his door for God knows what reason. I had known the answer beforehand offcourse. It does not take a Sherlock to figure out the relation between two people who are referring the same pair of adults as maa and Papa.

“And you’re her new friend, right? The one who’s with her 24x7?”

Now it was my turn to beam and answer. “Sounds like me.” After a pause, I added, “In my defense, I don’t really know anyone else here whom I can be with.”

“So I’m assuming you’re from the groom’s side of the family?” Letting go of the strings, he slumped against his guitar, now completely concentrated on me.

Then, as if suddenly noticing something for the first time, he added, “have a seat please.” as his eyes pointed at his bedside.

“Yeah, he’s my mamaji.” As I said so, I found myself walking inside and taking a seat on the corner of his bed, adjacent to the ottoman seat he and his instrument kit rested on. A part of my brain immediately chided me for doing so seamlessly, but was muted by the other half that told me it was natural to get comfortable once a conversation has gotten so far.

“Thank God.” He sighed again. “I thought I was forgetting a cousin or something for a hot second.”

Liar. I mentally noted. You saw me getting off the bus with my family.

Then the other implication of the statement runs across my mind. You’re glad that I’m not- don’t be silly, he clearly means he’s relieved of not forgetting anyone.

Regardless of what the implications were, I find heat rise in my face.

Keeping my sights up is a challenge. Everytime our eyes met for more than a nanosecond, I’d either divert mine or just pace away to be far from his gaze. This has to be the longest I ought to have mantained an eye contact with him, but I cannot afford to look away now, can I?

Well, certainly not when I’m close enough for him to notice the shy hue take over me.

#This is based on a dream that I had #Idk why I even wrote this down but it sounded like a good plot #Writing practice??#My mamaji is getting married in feb fr #Wish me luck guyss

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lyrebright · 2 years

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I feel like I need to be clear with the fact that as of right now I have actually started S3 of TMA. I've a full work week of very long days, and managed to get through S2 over two of them. I'm still intending to make my liveblog/recap posts with my genuine reactions and thoughts being noted down, and some of these have been sitting in my drafts but I DO have some more context to things now, looking back retrospectively.

All that out of the way,

MAG 40 :D

Was honestly vibrating while listening to this episode because oh my god. I was still very shaken and sad about Sasha and SO fucked up about how no one was even going to realise.

The opening of this episode was pure comedy though.

Elias: Jon can you please get some sleep you just got eaten by worms (and the worm corpses are still everywhere in your spooky basement)

Jon: the bandages are a fashion statement and the worms are new decor. Shut up, Elias.

This is really where Jon's paranoia started to go full tilt downhill and like I can't really blame him but also my guy you clearly need a holiday.

Speaking of people who needs holidays: rip Tim (got chewed on with Jon (by worms))

Jon let him rest ):

A worm doorway...

I don't like this Not!Sasha and I do NOT like the like. High pitched whining she apparently brings everywhere with her like her own personal character theme. Jon are you not hearing this?

It sounds so...robotic, here. But there's a malice to it.

Are you alright, it asks Jon, and I swear there's a subtle glee in it as it watches him be upset, disturbed, by something that it said.

HUG MARTIN ):

God everyone here needs so much therapy.

Except Not!Sasha

It just needs to die :)

#lyre does tma #god. looking back at it from where i am now the s1 vibe was SO different #you know how i mentioned way back at the start of this liveblog that friends told me Jon would be my scrunkly. my blorbo. my meow meow.#and i was like...oh he's an asshole. i dont see it #well i see it now #puts him in a jar

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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If You Flinched Away From Their Touch

Dream SMP x Fem! Reader

Here’s some more angst lol

I’m definitely doing more Dream SMP stuff now that it’s ‘ended’ so if you have any requests just comment or message me! ^^

I’ll do prefrences, imagines, oneshots, fluff, SFW, angst and NSFW (not for The Dream SMP tho, only for other fandoms lol. NSFW in the MCYT community is genuinely weird-).

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DREAM

Clay stared down at you with trembling green eyes, his hand that was about to cup your cheek was still held up and shaking a little.

His mask was pushed to the side of his head so he would be able to kiss you, but you had actually flinched away from him. Like, properly flinched away like you were afraid of him. The more he looked into your nervous eyes, he finally realised.

Eyes darkening, he gritted his teeth and brought his hand to his side,” Who was it.” It was more of a demand than a question.

You panicked at his angered tone and how his hands clenched,” N-no! It’s fine! You just surprised me--”

“[Y/N].”

His tone shut you up, your eyes burning a little. He looked hurt and most of all, concerned,”... Just tell me who. Please...”

You gulped and told him, his dark eyes lighting up ever so slightly at your cooperation.” Thank you...” He then reached down and gripped your hand tightly within his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

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GEORGENOTFOUND

His eyes wide with concern, George instantly took his hand from your cheek when he saw you flinch. It hurt him... Where you scared of him?

“ [Y/N]... A-are you alright? Are you-....” He paused, gulping down the tight lump in his throat,”... Are you afraid of me?” He whispered, it was barely audible but you heard him clearly.

You instantly denied his claim, grabbing both of his hands within your own,” George you could never scare me... It’s just... The last relationship I had wasn’t.. the best, lets just say.” You explained it horribly but your boyfriend seemed to get the gist of it.

The brunette’s hand moved from holding your hand to holding your waist, pulling you into his chest and then wrapping them around you safely and securely, you froze at his warm embrace but found yourself melting in it,” I get it...” He whispered next to your ear,”... I’m sorry. I love you.” He muttered.

You couldn’t stop the loving smile from crossing over your lips,” Yeah... Same here.”

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SAPNAP

“...babe?” Nick muttered out with a confused look,” Why’d you flinch away? Is everything good?” He was worried now.

You smiled up at him quickly and nodded your head,” Y-yeah! Sorry, you just surprised me a little. I didn’t think you were just gonna hug me outta nowhere!” You laughed out to make it more convincing that you weren’t lying.

Nick knew better than that.

Sighing, he settled his head in the crook of of your neck, holding your arms gently and securely. You looked at him in confusion and you were about to question him, but he interrupted you,” I’m not gonna push anything out of you... but if you need to talk about it, then just talk. Okay?” He whispered to you reassuringly, burrying his face deeper into your neck.

You visibly relaxed and took your arms from his hold gently, moving them around his neck and playing with the back of his hair,”... Okay...”

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WILBUR SOOT

The brunette looked terrified for a moment, afraid he had hurt you whenever he cupped your cheek but then a wave of realisation crossed over his expression. A solemn and monotone look passed over his worried expression, biting his lip due to habit.

“ Who was it, [Y/N]?” He asked calmly, but there was an angered undertone to his voice.” Who hurt you?”

You were silent for a long while, staring deeply into his chocolate-brown eyes that were dangerously dark. Those eyes that you had fallen for the first time you ever saw them. Sighing, your brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped it gently. Standing on your toes, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose with a kind smile.” Who cares who hurt me before? I’m with you, and I could never be more safer than I am when I am in your arms.”

He was surprised for a moment before his tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile twitched onto his lips.” Fair enough.” He muttered, giving into you.

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ERET

Pulling you into a deep kiss, Eret’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and anxiousness. You had just flinched away from him when he tried to hug you. You were afraid of something.

He pulled away, staring down at you with stern eyes,”... Who was it and did they hurt you.” He demanded a response, he was just being a concerned significant other but his deep voice cracked a little when he spoke those words, he was silently panicking on the inside.

Shaking your head a little,” I don’t... please, can we not talk about it?... I didn’t mean to flinch away, I just need to get used to it. Give me some time.” You pulled him down a little and pecked his lips lovingly,” Just give me some time...”

Silent for a moment, he nodded.” I’ll wait.”

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TECHNOBLADE

“ Who the hell was it.”

His words were like venom as his red eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. Whoever had hurt you, he was going to find them and torture them until they wished they had never even met you before him-

His thoughts stopped spiraling as soon as he felt arms wrap around his waist, watching as you buried your face into his chest, shaking your head a little.” I-I’m sorry for flinching away, but please, when I tell you who it was... You need to promise me that you won’t go and hurt them.” The girl mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by his clothing.

His lip twitched a little but he brushed it off,” Yes.”

“ Yes what?”

“ I promise.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, watching as his eyes narrowed in return. ”Lair.”

“HEH? I’m not lying!! All I was gonna do is introduce them to my axe of peace, that’s all-”

“This is why I’m not gonna tell you, Techno.”

“ Eh, I’ll find out sooner or later anyways.”

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JSCHLATT

Schlatt breathed in a little, closing his eyes to calm himself down.’ Why the fuck did she flinch away from me, I swear to fuck if someone hurt her I’ll fuck em up-’

“ Sch-schlatt?” You stuttered out, concerned at the fact he was staying silent.” What’s up?...”

He coughed a little and opened his eyes, narrowing them a little as he looked down at you,” Look- I love you [Y/N] but who the fuck hurt you.” He spat like an angered snake.

You gulped a little,” Hey now- whatever your thinking...” You trailed off, not even able to defend yourself.

Scoffing, Schlatt settled a strong yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as a way to reassure you. He was never one for comforting others face-to-face even though he was so good at it.

Breathing a little before he spoke with a softer tone than before,” [Y/N].... Tell me who the fuck hurt you.” Although his words were threatening, his calm voice made [Y/N] give into him. He could only smile a little at her submissive nature and bring her into a tight hug.

There was a long silence.

”I’m getting my glock 17.”

“ Schlatt, nO-”

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QUACKITY

He gritted his teeth a little as thoughts ran through his head, different scenarios of what you had to go through consuming his mind. The panic in his eyes were clear, the darker they got.

You stepped closer to him and cupped his face in both of your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. He was surprised for a moment before you pressed your forehead against his. Looking into your serene and calm orbs, he felt at peace again, his thoughts moving to the back of his mind.

“You need to stop thinking for a bit, okay?” You whispered to him reassuringly, he was silent as he just listened to you speak, feeling his anxiety slowly disappear,” I’m safe now. I’m safe and I’m with you... So calm the fuck down.”

Laughing at how out-of-character the last sentence you said was, Alex shook his head a little,” Alright, alright...” He muttered, a slight grin on his lips,” Whatever happened to you... if you wanna talk about it at all, come to me.” He reassured her, placing his hands on hers.

Snorting at his sentence, you gave him a cheeky grin,” Who else would I go to?? Sapnap?”

“ Yeah, no me gusta-”

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NIHACHU

As soon as you flinched from her hug, she instantly pulled away with a conflicted look. Her eyes full of hurt before realisation washed over them.”... What happened?” She whispered with a concerned expression.

You panicked and settled your hands on her shoulders quickly, a nervous grin on your lips,” D-don’t worry about it, Niki! You just caught me off guard-” You stopped talking as soon as her soft hand settled upon your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

A soft smile crossed over her lips as she shook her head lightly,” You don’t need to hide things from me, [Y/N]... Just talk to me, I can help you.” She reassured, her smile widening further.

You stared at her for a long moment before sighing and leaning into her touch, nodding ever so slightly,” Yeah... yeah, okay...”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur soot x reader #nihachu x reader #jschlatt x reader #quackity x reader #technoblade x reader #eret x reader

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characteroulette · 3 years

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well all rightie then, it’s time to analyse how DGS1 handles grief really well in my opinion

(once again, spoilers for all of DGS1)

(also some spoilers for the original trilogy games) (and a little of DGS2)

okay So my thesis statement here is that Asougi’s character in DGS1 is the vessel through which Ryuunosuke and Susato’s grief is explained. Everything about how they relate to Asougi is their dealing with their grief in a simple message: Loss hits hard, but you have to continue to live and love. Life Goes On, shaping that grief into yourself if you allow it.

We start off with Case 1 as our baseline. The set-up. It’s a routine to show what life is like for Ryuunosuke before tragedy. (Fitting for an AA protagonist to have their baseline of normal being accused of murder.) This case does a really, really good job of setting up Asougi as our friend, our partner, whom we might spend the rest of the game with.

(I mean, the death flag’s kinda obvious if you’re genre-savvy; the mentor must die so that the student may grow into their own. But Asougi’s so likeable! He’s confident, genuine with Ryuunosuke, comfortably teasing, and looks at you with the same eyes as Klavier. What’s not to love? Also that small hint of something deeper is so tantalising that for it to go unresolved is pretty unthinkable.)

It’s important for us to see how much Asougi means to Ryuunosuke, how much the two really are best friends. This set-up is pivotal to what happens next in Case 2: the drop.

The way Ryuunosuke reacts to learning about Asougi’s death is real. He tries to deny it at first, can’t bring himself to believe it. Especially since he’s been accused of the crime! But the moment he sees that photo of Asougi that Sherlock took, that’s where the truth of it hits and he can’t run from it anymore. All he can do is try to push past that biting grief to at least solve his friend’s murder and set things right.

Susato’s own grief is portrayed really well here, too. She’s so angered and clouded by it that she totally ignores the fact that Asougi and Ryuunosuke are best friends and believes Ryuunosuke to be the murderer. Really, she just blames Ryuunosuke because it’s easier that way, since the wound cuts just as deep for her.

What really strikes me, though, is how the whole case isn’t just a one-note misery. Like real life, the two slip into sadness when they remember their dear friend, but they’re still able to joke around. They still get upset or sarcastic or excited. Because, though their grief affects them immensely, the message is that life continues. It can’t just stop for them like it did for their friend; life goes on. Not out of malice, but out of necessity.

Also, the way Sherlock acknowledges their grief is pretty great. That felt hugely validating to me, how he tells them that their mourning is important and how his jovial, joking tone was never properly taking that into account. The way he continues breaking in at the end to lighten the mood, too, is his own genuine way of trying to help, exhausting though he may be. It’s appreciated, at the least, to keep us the players from breaking down into tears as the conclusion rolls with no real satisfaction at the mystery being solved.

That final conversation between Susato and Ryuunosuke, at least, is hugely cathartic to make up for that. It sounds like it should feel rushed, honestly, dealing with the majority of the grieving process in just Case 2, but it doesn’t at all. It seems properly healthy, like the two are doing their best by confiding and taking comfort in one another in order to celebrate Asougi’s goals, to keep going where he can’t. Ryuunosuke and Susato both form their resolve here to continue to live, not just for Asougi, but for themselves as well. For life’s sake.

Because, again, life goes on.

(A brief tangent: Seeing the contrast of this story versus the original trilogy is also a really neat sort of view into Shu Takumi’s growth as a writer. Or the AA series’ growth as a whole. How Edgeworth handled his grief by never really acknowledging it in AA1, how he basically ran away from it by refusing to live as a sort of punishment against himself, is really sad. Then Phoenix handling his grief in JFA by turning to anger and resentment is just as heartbreaking. Phoenix disavows himself from it, trying to spare himself the pain by denying it, which only hurt him more and he had to have everyone around him break him out of that awful mindset. Then in T&T it’s Godot’s grief which drives the plot, as he turns his anger on Phoenix unjustly. He blames Phoenix for Mia’s death and lashes out at everyone instead of allowing himself the time to properly grieve.

And then DGS1 comes along to say that maybe the answer is just that life goes on and we have healthier ways to reconcile with our grief and it’s just real neat to see!)

In Case 3 and 4, we can see through Ryuunosuke’s discussion with Lord Vortex (/Stronghart) the continuation of his handling this grief. It’s a burden, one Ryuunosuke doesn’t fully understand, but he fervently takes upon himself because we want to live for those we’ve lost. (It is the Wright way, the Naruhodou way, to take on the aspirations of the friends you’ve lost. To mimic their mannerisms, their ambitions, in order to keep them close to your heart.)

(That’s a whole other can of worms I could dive into, honestly, how their decision to give Ryuunosuke all of Phoenix’s poses for the whole ancestor vibe while ALSO making it clear that Ryuunosuke took them from Asougi to begin with, it’s just. It’s good, it’s perfect, it’s the same brand of gay the series is known for and I’m love it.)

You also see, as the trial of Case 3 progresses, how Ryuunosuke is basically just living off of ‘what would Asougi do?’ as Susato coaches him along and it’s fun and bittersweet all the way through. Case 4 is where he gains more confidence in himself, but he still defaults to thinking of Asougi’s unwavering trust in him to help him and every time it’s handled with tenderness and shows just how much Ryuunosuke loved his friend.

And, if you’re like me and take every opportunity to examine Asougi’s badge and present it to Susato (/others), you see how they continue to grow with their grief. It starts off with both of them being unable to say much, still weighed down heavily by Asougi’s loss. Though they are continuing and life goes on, it’s still a wound too fresh to approach and hard for them to properly explain.

By Case 5, though, the two of them are more conversational. They’ve found their words, they’ve mended that wound as much as possible so that life won’t leave without them. It still hurts, of course, but it’s easier to think about. It’s easier to reconcile when they’ve been working hard and making friends and continuing to live. It’s small, but the progression is there and I really appreciate it.

Speaking of Case 5, though, everything about this one, in regards to Asougi, is pure catharsis. It really is like they’re looking their grief right in the face and accepting it as a part of themselves. Ryuunosuke looks back on his friend not just with fondness, but with gratefulness that Asougi could make such a big impact on his life.

(This is similar to the whole Phoenix and Mia thing, I feel, since Phoenix often thought of his mentor with the same sort of tone. At least, I think so. Remarkable how Phoenix’s grief can mirror the finalised version of Ryuunosuke’s with the help of spirit channeling! /joke)

Ryuunosuke and Susato have etched Asougi into their hearts and their persons and it’s just really, very good I like it a lot.

(okay time for a few paragraphs on DGS2 and Asougi)

Case 1 one DGS2 is a neat look into Susato’s mind and thought process. You can definitely tell she’s still just a 16-year-old with the mistakes she makes and how she tries to handle her own arguments, which is very cute. We also get to see her actually talking to Asougi’s grave and then see how her own relationship with Asougi has influenced her style (/poses) and aspirations. (Ryuunosuke, too. It’s cute to see how she’s ended up a mixture of both of them.) And it’s a great rug pull moment for the player, since the way that the grief is handled in DGS1 is so good and (almost) final that hearing Asougi might not actually be dead is a bit like digging up old wounds. I mean, we went the entirety of the first game coming to terms with his death, what do you mean his body went missing??

(Case 2 serves as a reminder. Like haha remember how Susato and Ryuunosuke both love Asougi and are sad about his death? Here’s the baseline again, get ready to have it wrecked!)

And Case 3 is phenomenal, too. The way Van Zieks is so understanding in his response to showing him Asougi’s badge is just. It’s perfect, he’s so gentle and empathetic that it shocks Ryuunosuke (even though Ryuunosuke did the same understanding and concern for Van Ziek’s situation Ryuunosuke please). Then the way that Ryuunosuke sees Asougi, disguised in a cloak and mask, and immediately recognises him. To me, that really shows how much he loved his friend. He knew Asougi for about a year and it’s been about nine months since Asougi’s death, yet Ryuunosuke recognises him just by the way he carries himself.

But, to him, Asougi is dead. He’s made peace with that. So, even if it plays on his mind, he can’t allow himself to think that. He puts it out of his mind completely and doesn’t think on it again.

At least, until Susato (who reacted very realistically by shutting down the possibility that Asougi might still be alive because that means Sherlock lied and she couldn’t take having that hope break her worse than before) sees the exact same thing just as immediately and shouts after him. The fact that they both see this disguised man and know it can be no one besides Asougi is insane. It’s love. It makes me cry, I wish they could’ve hugged him during the big reveal (though I know Japanese culture’s just not like that).

Anyway, DGS2 diatribe over. Back to the conclusion.

The whole of DGS1 is just a masterful example of how grief doesn’t have to destroy you, of how life can go on and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing, and how channeling that grief into motivation to keep their memories alive can be powerful. That it’s okay to still feel grief even as you heal, that it’s okay to have fun and keep living even as you mourn. Life is a mixture of levity and tragedy and, to me, DGS1 nails that mixture with perfection.

Absolutely legendary. Join me next time when I dive into the main theme of DGS2, which is literally ‘the dead will come back to life to haunt you’ thanks for coming to my essay talk

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bigwriterenergy · 4 years

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VENTO AUERO HAREM

anonymous asked: “reverse harem with Bruno gang like you did with the crusaders 😳”

sure! ty for the request!! :)

bruno buccellati

the big brother type

at first, bruno would be very respectful and kind. naturally, he’s just a kind soul who acts on his own definitions of good.

the attraction to you is evident once conversations become more frequent. he favors you when it comes to making decisions (even though he’ll completely deny it.)

“her rationality is an asset to the squad. i’m not picking favorites. quit being so childish.”

loves to treat you to expensive wine and restaurants. of course, the rest of the gang has to tag along but he’ll happily pay for your meal.

there are moments when he drops the “capo” act around you. surprisingly, there are lots of inside jokes between the two of you. mista hates these the most.

bruno is very crude with his humor. most jokes he whispers into your ears make you turn bright red. he loves watching your eyes boggle at him.

the other squad members attempts at flirting make bruno laugh and he openly points out their ploys. this annoys giorno the most. why is he laughing? why are you laughing?

most likely to make a move before confessing.

“am i really that obvious? hm .. tell me, do you wish for more of me? you know-- i can tell if you’re lying.”

least favorite rival: he dislikes all of them equally. every man that is pining for you is just a hurdle he has to overcome. all of their antics, whether big or small, is annoying.

giorno giovanna

like a REAL reverse harem, giorno would be the one you would end up with because he’s the main jojo and like jotaro, he’ll be willing to give up the most.

giorno is one of the smoothest in the group. every man hates when he pulls you close and spawns a bouquet out of thin air. he loves watching your expression light up.

whenever you see him, he’s offering you a smile and is always inviting.

won’t have you go out for missions very often. he would prefer to have you stationed at the gang’s hideout. he tries not to show favoritism, but it’s definitely hard.

giorno doesn’t want to show that he’s wrapped around your finger, and it’s an unfortunate fact that he’s come to terms with, but he finds himself listening to all you say.

you could go on for hours and hours and giorno would be right there, listening and absorbing every word.

his own words seem so genuine and truthful. you always think he’s flirting and that’s what he’s trying to convey. although most of what he says is truthful, his straightforward speech convinces you that he holds innocence in all of his intentions. giorno is kind of manipulative? more so that he wants to show you his best side. there’s no malice behind it.

a new emotion arises when giorno sees you with another member: jealousy. he’s never experienced something so intense. he never acts on it.

the fact that abbacchio and fugo are often your tag-a-long buddies makes giorno bite his lip. he wants to go along with your shenanigans, but he knows that's not the role he plays for you.

“embarrassing? i’m making you embarrassed? -- (y/n), i speak honestly. please don’t interpret my words as anything but true.”

least favorite rival: narancia. the two have similar tactics: making you blush. he believes that narancia’s obvious airheaded flirting makes his honest words seem disingenuous.

leone abbacchio

the ‘oh, you’re fucking annoying’ to ‘wow. i couldn’t imagine life without you’ route.

immediately, abbacchio ignores you. you have to prove your worth to both the squad and the gang to get his respect.

he’ll often tell you to shut up or that nobody asked for your opinion. all in all, he just comes off as an asshole but he’ll eventually notice your more redeeming qualities, and all of a sudden, you’re all he can think about.

abbacchio will go along with anything you want to do. of course, he’ll bitch the whole way through, but he’s right there beside you.

he’s the one who is wrapped the tightest around your finger.

“you want me to do what? .. urgh -- wait. of course i’ll fucking do it. don’t ask anyone else.”

it’s between him and fugo for one of the more obvious boys. abbacchio is far nicer to you, you notice.

he really enjoys applying your makeup (if you’ll let him). it’s just a very intimate moment as he gingerly spreads lipstick across your lips. the urge to kiss you overwhelms him at times, so he’ll have to excuse himself.

the most passive-aggressive jealous on the team. will happily argue with another squad member when it comes to his alone time with you. it’s surprising to see him so passionate about .. well .. anything. you might mistake it as him just being a really good friend.

"you make me feel like i’m not such a bad person. like i deserve to be happy -- i honestly don’t know what i’d do if you loved another man.”

least favorite rival: giorno. giorno already makes him annoyed, but the fact he’s always buying you things or getting you to laugh makes him very angry. he’ll watch your interactions with him and just burn red with anger.

guido mista

everyone thinks that mista would be the guy to be flirting from the beginning, but surprisingly no.

after giving it a little more thought, i do think that mista would be probably the most normal or at least second shyest. second, of course, to fugo.

any flirting he does is accidental or half-assed. he won’t commit fully to an attempt because he doesn’t want to look like too much of an idiot in front of you.

“that dress looks really good on you -- not that i was looking or anything! i just noticed, you know? .. -- i think if i had a girlfriend, i’d get that dress for her .. er -- is it hot in here?”

he isn’t a big shy baby though. he’ll happily have fun with you and get into all kinds of trouble. even more so if you agree to be his girlfriend.

will have you come with him when shopping for cologne. he’ll beg until you say yes.

if any of the boys are teasing you, he’ll take it as a personal attack. that’s his job! mista is probably the most “acting on jealousy” type.

if naracia or giorno are teasing you, he’ll immediately interject and try to whisk you away from the conversation. he has to protect you! you don’t even notice they’re flirting with you!

sex pistols openly disclose mista’s attraction. “mista thinks you look really good today! do you think he looks good? that’d make his day!”

you genuinely make him a better person, he thinks. on anything in life, he’ll think: “what would (y/n) do?”

“you know -- i ask myself all the time: when are you finally going to think about something other than (y/n)? -- .. did i just say that out loud?”

least favorite rival: abbacchio. most of the boys allow mista to pull you away from conversations, for fear of appearing too desperate, but not abbacchio. abbacchio holds his ground and gives mista a hard stare. eventually, the two devolve into a yelling match with buccellati having to come and separate the two. “if that lipstick-wearing, pretty boy tries me one more time, i’m not going to be so nice!”

narancia ghirga

IMMEDIATELY, he’s spitting game.

narancia is surprisingly smooth! he’s very easy to talk with and balances the conversation with the right amount of talking about what you like and what he likes. he’s just very easy to converse with. you’ll start the conversation talking about what you had for breakfast and before you know it, you’re making dinner plans.

he’s your biggest fan! you could never do wrong in narancia’s eyes.

he loses his cool often when it comes to you, but he’s not all that jealous. it’ll take some pretty crazy moves from the rest of the boys to get narancia to whip out his blade. he gets scary very quickly though when the line is crossed.

narancia is the only potential love interest that YOU look after. most times, you’re chasing him down from doing something stupid or reminding him to brush his teeth after eating too many sweets.

very casual, very cool, but head over heels in love.

all of the squad members, especially bruno, hate how helpless he pretends to be. he just wants you to look after him! but he thinks that even if you’re getting him out of trouble, you’re with him and he can protect you.

“haha! we look out for each other, don’t we? -- yeah, i’ll always be right behind you, (y/n). you can always count on me!”

least favorite rival: considers no one in the squad a threat. none of these guys got anything on him.

pannacotta fugo

he can hardly bring himself to speak to you in the beginning.

fugo was never good with women; something about them just makes his brain shut off. if you were really interested in him, you’d have to approach this poor boy.

now he wouldn’t be a stuttering mess in front of you. no, he’d probably just be eerily silent or avoid eye contact. there are only two sides of fugo that you see, at first, and that’s annoyance and indifference.

he doesn’t think you’d even glance his way, so why try to make a fool of himself? he has a lack of self-confidence.

once you finally get past the wall he puts up, fugo is similar to abbacchio in which he’ll do anything you ask of him. not without complaining of course. but he’s able to say no to you a lot easier though.

“you want to have a bite of my cake? ugh -- fine, you little thief. open wide for me if you want it so badly.”

unintentionally provocative. he doesn’t even realize that he just said a sexual innuendo to you. the unintentional layer of innocence just shows his inexperience with women. narancia is often taken aback by his words. he’s a natural!!

your sweet little angry baby.

“stop looking at me like that -- you’re going to make me say something i’ll regret! we need to stop playing this stupid game!”

least favorite rival: mista. mista acts like he wishes he can act. he knows that mista is embarrassed when it comes to you, but he sucks it up and puts on a brave face. that doesn’t make him DISLIKE mista, per se. rather, he’s a bit envious.

#jjba x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #guido mista x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #pannaccotta fugo x reader #bruno buccellati #giorno giovanna #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #sfw #anonymous

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lumelii · 3 years

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THANK YOU ~|~ NANAMI X FEM!READER

Summary: Tensions are high in the Nanami household. Outside influence (and bribery) are needed.

Content warnings: slight angst, child-parent relations, singledad!Nanami

Note: This is my first fic on this blog, so let me know what you think! Big thanks to Moni for beta-reading this for me <3

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“I hate you!”

Nanami couldn’t stop his flinch as Yuuji slammed the door to his room behind him. He didn’t have the energy now to scold him for slamming his door. Instead, he heaved a deep sigh and walked back down their small hallway to the living room to collapse on the couch. The bottle of whisky safely locked away in the cabinet above the fridge called to him but he resisted the urge. When Yuuji finally came out, he wanted to be completely sober so they could sit down and talk this out.

He could have left the apartment right now, found Gojou, and throttled him after choking him on those concert tickets. Whatever had possessed him to think two twelve-year-old boys could go out by themselves in the middle of the night to the show of a band whose music was far too mature for them anyway, Nanami didn’t know, and he guessed Toji didn’t know about it either. Otherwise the idea wouldn’t have left the Fushiguro house.

As soon as Yuuji had seen those tickets, it was the only thing he could talk about, filling their daily walk home from his school with his excited chatter. Nanami listened as intently as he could while trying to push all thoughts of work out of his head, putting all focus on his son. But when he heard just what band the boys were planning on seeing, the conversation had deteriorated to the point where Yuuji had begun yelling at his father, uttering those final three words before entombing himself in his room.

Nanami had resisted the pull to argue right back with Yuuji, but a thirty-something year old man arguing with his twelve-year-old son was downright ridiculous, and he had to take the high road in situations like this. Even despite his outburst, Nanami would not budge. Yuuji wouldn’t be allowed to go to the concert, and he would go so far as to call Toji and suggest he do the same with Megumi. He wasn’t afraid to be the bad guy if it meant his family was safe.

A sudden knock startled him from his reflection to look at the front door. He wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by, and he hadn’t buzzed anyone into the apartment. His heart quickened unwillingly at the rising probability of who it could be.

His suspicions were confirmed when he finally opened the door and saw you, his very sweet, very attractive next-door neighbor standing there, a smile crossing your face when he finally appeared. He tried not to focus on how your shirt clung perfectly to your curves, or your jeans, though stained with something he guessed was peanut butter, emphasized your small waist and shapely legs. Your dog helped him focus, distracting him from your form as he curiously watched it lick a spot of peanut butter from your jeans.

“Sorry, he snuck out the door with me as I was leaving.” Your smile grew sheepish as you held up a plate filled with treats. “Sounded like you both were having a rough day. But I guess now’s not the best time?”

“No, please, come in.” Nanami stepped aside and allowed you and your companion to enter. “We’ve just had a long day.”

The large dog plodded down the apartment’s small hallway and stopped at Yuuji’s door, pawing at it once with a whine. The door opened just enough for the animal to slip through before it slammed shut again.

“Is everything alright?” The look of genuine concern on your face made his heart tighten just for a moment while you sat on the couch together. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No, he’s upset I won’t let him go to the Raising Dead concert with Megumi by themselves.” Nanami sighed. “Unless I change all my beliefs in the next week, he still won’t be going.”

“Raising Dead?” Your eyes went unimaginably wide. “My mom wouldn’t let me even see them when I was 18. They’re a little…mature aren’t they? For someone Yuuji’s age? How did he even hear about them?”

“Exactly why I won’t allow him to go.” Nanami pointed out. “His best friend Megumi got the tickets from his,” he paused for a moment to consider how he could explain the relationship, “uncle. I guess they listen to the band together.”

“Well, I think you’re making the right decision, not that my opinion matters.” Your smile was soft as you rested a hand on his arm, making his skin burn in your wake. “I heard they rip heads off of chickens at their concerts.”

Your opinion is the only one that matters. He bit back the words and cleared his throat, shifting so your hand fell off his arm, but your touch still lingered. “It doesn’t change the fact that Yuuji is upset with me. He wanted the opportunity to go with his friend, and I stopped him from doing that.”

You considered this, looking toward the door to Yuuji’s room. “Do you want me to try to talk to him?”

“He’s pretty upset. Do you think he’d want to talk to you?”

“I could try. I had an overprotective parent too.” You grinned as he scoffed at your remark.

“I’m not overprotective.” Nanami frowned at her.

“You were one scraped knee away from sending him to kindergarten wrapped in bubble wrap for the rest of the year.”

“He kept getting hurt.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but there was no malice as you paired it with a soft smile. Standing, you grabbed the plate of cookies off the table and started walking towards Yuuji’s door. He followed you, leaning against the wall where Yuuji wouldn’t be able to see him if he didn’t open his door fully. He watched as you took a deep breath before knocking softly. “Yuuji? I made cookies. Do you want some?”

There was silence for several moments before Yuuji’s voice finally came from the other side.

“What kind?” He sounded muffled.

“Peanut butter chocolate chip.”

Another silent moment passed, then his door opened just enough to let his arm through, feeling around blindly for the treats. You held the plate just out of his reach when he was about to touch the edge.

“If you want them, you have to let me in.”

Yuuji considered this, his arm going limp before retreating completely just as his door opened a fraction more. “Just you.” He emphasized.

You turned to him with a small smile and squeezed your way into his room, the door finally closing softly for once this afternoon.

Nanami started to take a step forward to listen, but hesitated at the last minute. Although he had just denied it with his neighbor, he was overprotective, and that side of him screamed to listen in so he could know how Yuuji was, but it was clear he needed his space. If Yuuji found out he had been eavesdropping, that would only make it worse.

He forced himself to walk away, changing out of his work clothes into a t-shirt and going into the kitchen to start making dinner while they talked. He turned on an instrumental playlist, not wanting to deal with lyrics while he was so deep in thought, his mind occupied with his son and the problem he was currently facing at work.

About an hour later (and several shameless tiptoes down the squeaky hall to see if you two were still talking), Nanami looked up to see you and Yuuji turning the corner into the living room/kitchen area. Yuuji kept his eyes on the carpet, kicking it with his socked toe while you looked between the two males expectantly. When Yuuji didn’t say anything, you elbowed him as a prompt. He looked up at Nanami for a second then back down at his feet.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“For?” You said before Nanami could respond.

“For yelling at you. I was upset. I want to go to the concert with Megumi. But if it’s not safe, I’ll listen.” He spoke as if he were reciting a speech, but finally looked up at Nanami with an intense stare. “I still want to go though.”

“And?”

Yuuji lost some of his steel and looked back down. “And I don’t hate you.”

Nanami looked at you for a second, wondering what magic you had worked to get his stubborn almost-teenager to actually speak like an adult instead of yelling at him again. When you pointed and mouthed ‘All him’ behind Yuuji’s back, he took a deep breath and looked back at his son.

“I know you still want to go. But it’s not safe. Especially with you two going by yourself. If you find something else you want to go to, that’s not that band, then I’ll take you and Megumi.”

Yuuji looked like was about to start arguing again, but you cleared your throat and gave him a meaningful look when he glanced over at you. He relented with a sigh and a nod.

Now that was over with, Nanami walked around the counter and hugged Yuuji, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Yuuji hugged him back willingly before they both turned their attention back to you. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” The blond man asked.

You shook your head. “I should really go back home, I have to finish up a lot of chores I’ve been putting off.”

“Please stay.” Yuuji grabbed your arm. “I’ll help you tomorrow.”

“You have your own chores to do, Yuuji. And homework.” Nanami reminded him.

His son ignored him and held your arm tighter. “Please?”

Yuuji’s pleading won out, and after staying and having a jovial dinner of katsudon with the two men, you all sat on the couch to watch a movie of Yuuji’s choosing, one he promptly fell asleep to, his head on Nanami’s chest as he drooled on his shirt. The father looked at you, watching the screen intently as you tried to decipher who just was the killer in the murder mystery, sipping a cup of tea carefully.

You’d never know just how much he loved you. So he settled with the obvious for now.

“Thank you.” Nanami whispered over Yuuji’s head.

You turned to look at him, your brows still drawn together in confusion as if you didn’t know what he was thanking you for. When he nodded down to Yuuji’s sleeping form, you raised your eyebrows in acknowledgment and looked back to the TV screen.

“I didn’t do anything that wouldn’t have happened eventually.” You told him as you took a sip of tea. “He adores you, he wouldn’t have stayed mad for long.”

“Did he say anything?”

“I don’t want to betray his trust.” You admitted.

“Fair enough.” Nanami relented. “Would you tell me, though, if he needed anything?”

You smiled and nodded. “Always. Yuuji comes first.”

He thought he noticed a hint of sadness in your eyes at your words, but you were already up and gathering your empty dish before it registered. “Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of Yuuji’s head, and with just the slightest hesitation, one on Nanami’s cheek. He felt his face catch fire as soon as your lips touched his skin, tingles emanating from where your lips made contact. He barely registered your own cheeks burning red as well as you started walking towards the door. “Come on, Koro.”

The woman and dog finally disappeared, leaving Nanami and Yuuji alone in their apartment. Once he carried Yuuji to bed and read a few chapters of his current book, he turned off the light and laid back staring up in the dark. No matter how hard he tried, his mind wouldn’t succumb to sleep. He kept thinking of you, not just your shared moment tonight, but every moment of the entire seven years you had known each other, memories he analyzed and went through with a fine-toothed comb each night before he fell asleep. Had he built up the glances the way you touched his hand, how you chose to spend your time with them rather than by yourself or with others? How you cared for Yuuji like her own, willing to help whenever you could? Were the feelings lying just beneath his carefully constructed surface genuine, ready to burst forth at any moment?

Were you in your bed, doing the same, thinking of him?

tags: @oikawaandkuroostan

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fandom #nanami x y/n #nanami kento #single dad!nanami #growing pains #the oikawa to my iwaizumi #fanfiction #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #gojou satoru

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hanibalistic · 3 years

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#67509E | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | fluff

word count | 1889

warning | appearances of vampire fangs, mention of blood sucking

tag | @fluffyskzclub

note | i miss hyunjin.

hyunjin pouted like he was throwing a tantrum—well, to a certain degree, he was throwing a small tantrum.

he curled himself around the fluffy blanket that you two left on the couch from yesterday's spontaneous movie night as he pouted at you bitterly. he tried to fit his tall body within the blanket, but his long legs awkwardly jutted out of the end corner, unable to bend enough to curl himself into a tiny ball. his head poked out of the blanket he draped around his shoulder and over his head.

"must you open the curtains all the time?" he whined with furrowed brows, lightly kicking his feet against the couch. "i hate the sun, you know that!"

you rolled your eyes as you closed the curtains after being drowned in his mindless complaints about the last half an hour. you had opened them so the plants could soak in some sunlight. you even took into consideration that hyunjin would be asleep for longer like he always does, otherwise, you would have never let the sunlight into your shared apartment. but for some reason, he decided to leave his stupid coffin earlier today.

to listen to the birds' chirp perhaps. that's the kind of leisure activity a hundred-year-old would like, you bet.

the same thing happens every time you open the blinds, which is that hyunjin does not shut up about him disliking the sun and how it weakens his vampirism as opposed to it actually killing him. he would not stop until you close the curtains and turn on the lights, which often made you scoff. not only was he annoying, for a vampire who was supposed to burn under the sun, he sure does speak of it a lot.

"we will need sunlight somehow, hyunjin," you said as you turned around to glare at him. "the plants you stole, from outside, in the morning, will need sunlight."

you emphasized your words to make sure he knew of all the heinous frustrations he has caused you. the puppy pout on his face, as well as the pitying glint in his eyes, only deepened with each emphasis of your voice, his body flinching and shrinking when he could tell that you were upset with him.

watching him, there was a rush of conflict brewing like bubbles in you. you weren't sure if you felt more annoyed or endeared about the fact that hyunjin, a not quite literally ancient but old enough to feel ancient vampire, gained such comfortability from you that he was fine with throwing a childish tantrum in front of you.

he looks cute, surely! he always does. but sometimes, you genuinely could not stand another second of him whining.

"stop yelling at me! you know what the sun does to a vampire!" he retorted.

oh, god—blah, blah, blah.

"yeah, a vampire that doesn't have an accessory of the sigil," you said cleverly as you moved over to him. you yanked the blanket off his body, ignoring his protest, and you pointed at his neck. "like the necklace you never take off!"

"i only got this recently! the witch would have never sold me this if you hadn't come with me," he argued, pulling the blanket around him again. "i'm not used to the sun yet, just let me have a little more time."

you pursed your lips together, your neck turning sour at his poor mumble as you softened. he did only just get the necklace—by just, it was about two to three months ago. however, while that alone may seem like a long period, comparing that to almost a whole decade of no sunlight, perhaps he really just needed more time to adjust.

but! zooming past the streets, leaving normal people wondering where the sudden gust of wind came from, and hiding in the apartment that leaves no room for any traces of sunlight was not the way to go about it!

"how about just a little bit, hmm?" you said then, suggesting a compromise casually while you walked toward the window. "take it little by little!"

hyunjin widened his eyes in disbelief as you moved farther away from him. he shook his legs in protest, his body moving animatedly on the cushiony couch as he protested loud and clear. "hey! you better not open the curtains, [name]!"

you grabbed the hem of the curtains, your mind occupied with calculating the correct amount you would flip open. it has to be a very small amount, to a point where the sunlight could only hit one leaf of the plant on the window rail, or just one square of your marble floor. it has to be the form of sunlight that could not hurt even a fly, so you could show him just how goddamn dramatic he was being.

"[name], i swear!"

"oh, bite me," you muttered under your breath.

there was a gust of wind—a familiar kind. it blew at the tip of your hair, making it waft around, and the hem of your thin shirt also danced at the breeze of hyunjin's vampiric speed.

blinking consciously, you loosened your grip on the curtains and turned around. immediately, upon feeling the heat of his face, you flinched back and closed your eyes to settle yourself.

"jesus–what the hell, hyunjin?" you muttered with a hand on your chest before you slowly opened your eyes.

hyunjin was glaring at you; no malice, just alluring intensity. his hair fell over his face prettily. the sunlight that he didn't seem to care much for now shone a soft haze over half of his face, making him glow and glitter naturally.

"those are some reckless words to say to a vampire," he said lowly, tilting his head to the side lightly as he arched a brow, "don't you think?"

your heart pounced.

the matter of blood, or just his general nature as a vampire, like his need to feed off of human beings, has only come up once.

he mentioned it to you when he was applying to be your roommate, having a foul plan to erase your memories in case the truth was not well-received by you. he told you that he has been a vampire for a while so he knew how to control his urges, therefore you would not be in any harm, and the matter was never spoken of again.

he held up his words. he has never discussed blood with you, he has never shown any blood-thirsty behavior at all. he acted like any other roommates you have had; being too loud at night, eating cereal in the living room and eyeing your bed-head with a judgemental gaze, knocking at your door and asking if you wanted to pick a takeout place.

if he used his powers less, you would have forgotten about his vampiric side.

why was your heart thumping then? was he too pretty for your own good? or was he standing too close for familiar comfort? or perhaps both?

you scoffed, making your thoughts vanish. "you won't bite me."

hyunjin softened in a way you couldn't catch. deep within the tender wash of his eyes was a sea of wildfires he hid behind closed doors.

you were right, he won't bite you, but he wants to, especially because the smell of your blood happened to be more enticing than others because he likes you.

the art of blood sharing (in a sense) is done between lovers; consider it like leaving a love mark, of a sort. it is an act of claiming and reassurance, and hyunjin has been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh for a while so he could leave a bite mark.

but he could never do that. that was a desire trapped in his throat, urging to be let out and to be voiced, and hyunjin would not allow it. there were too many risks of unleashing the deep-seated yearning in his chest. it lingered in his head in withdrawal, cautiously threading through his mind to keep his urges contained.

he puts his want elsewhere. his want to taste your blood, to kiss your neck, has to grow somewhere, so he has to put it somewhere, and he puts in it his daydream which that manifests gently when he is with you, and ferociously when you were away.

"i won't," he muttered under his breath, to which you relaxed at. but then he grinned, and he opened his mouth to speak first, "doesn't mean i can't, though."

you widened your eyes when black veins draped beneath his eyes and his sharp fangs appeared. it was a terrifying sight, but you were only shocked to see it than scared. rationally, you reached your hands up and slapped your palms against his cheeks, startling him.

"hmmm... " you grumbled, sounding thoughtful as you surveyed his shocked expression.

the veins under his eyes retreated and the colors returned to his face. the innocence flooded back into him, bright and boyish, and he dared not move an inch under the pressure of your gaze—beneath your touch hyunjin is but a gentle boy hapless in love.

"ah...aah...wha–" he closed his eyes slightly and opened them with furrowed brows, confused and helpless with his head slightly tilted up. his words were muffled but jot too hard to understand. "[name]–why–uhh–"

you pushed at his upper lip with your thumb and looked at his fangs, wondering why they did not retreat with the dark haze of his eyes. then, ignoring hyunjin's muffled questions, you carefully poked at the tip of his teeth—razor-sharp, but very real.

he was whining again. his hands reached out to the hem of your shirt and desperately, as well as timidly, tugged at it. meanwhile, he put on a defeated face. as much as he would with your thumbs poking his fangs, that was.

"ahh, please stop–[name], stop touching my fangs–why," he feigned a sob, shaking his head as a blush reached his cheeks, "they're just teeth."

"teeth that puncture," you commented when you let go. the way your thumbs briefly smoothed over his top lip was not lost on him.

seeing his pout, you pursed your lips with faint guilt. rubbing the back of your neck, you shrugged. "sorry about that, i just got curious."

"it's okay," he waved you off quickly, "i was curious too when i first got them."

hyunjin looked at you when you giggled under your breath; soft, hearty giggles that tried to conceal themselves without the anticipation for his vampiric hearing. gentle, funny giggles that never once questioned his problematic past. lovely, adoring giggles that are here before and after he revealed who he is to you.

he came to your apartment begging for a home where he could be himself, and you allowed him safety with you.

"alright," you said with a curt smile, "i'm going to go change, need to get grocery."

"i–i'll come with!"

you seemed shocked for a moment, accessing him like a trick question. then you relaxed and nodded with nonchalance. "yeah, whatever."

he melted despite the lackluster reaction. it was the excitement that counted. smiling to himself, he twirled and twisted his body shyly as the sun shone from outside.

yeah. hyunjin truly is but a simple boy in love with you.

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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burn me to the ground

(1)gentle lover (2)burn me to the ground Movie/Game/Show: Thor: Ragnarok Dynamic: Loki Laufeyson/Reader Warnings: ragnarok spoilers?, passing description of you as toned/muscular cuz loki with gf who could crush him >>>, i give more time gap to thor's arrival cuz :), fem pronouns Summary: He’s never been one for such sentiment, maybe that’s why her influence is so terrifying to him. ~~~

“You wanted me to meet someone?”

“Right! Right, right, right,” the Grandmaster waves his hand in a gesture for Topaz to guide his chair through the room, “He was all mumble-y and murmur-ey and I heard your name, so I was thinking maybe you could tell me what this guy’s all about!”

Upon seeing the man in reference, your eyes widen and you nearly stumble back.

The man, however, immediately tilts his head and practically hisses out, “You.”

Well, no point in pretending to not know him now when he reacts like that. Sighing and tossing up your hands as if to show relief, you gush out an awfully whiny, “Aw, prince! Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried when we got separated!”

“So, how do you two know each other?” the Grandmaster’s smile is broad, if not slightly threatening, as he waggles a finger between the two people in front of him.

“I’m a sort of guard to your royal asshat.”

Loki doesn’t get the chance to speak up as the Grandmaster claps in response to you, “Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know your track record here doesn’t show any signs of slacking!”

“Certainly, yes,” Loki nods curtly, not pleased at the prospect of a Midgardian - this Midgardian - having to watch over him again, “Reassuring to have her here.”

“I would be, look at her- " reaching over, the Grandmaster squeezes at your bicep, “So strong, she’s a great contender!”

“Contender…?” Loki murmurs to the woman, a brow quirked.

Smacking the prince’s arm, you shake your head before turning back to the Grandmaster, “Loki wouldn’t be a very good contender, he’s pretty frail and weak. Lame, too.”

“Aw,” wagging a finger as one would to a pestering child, the Grandmaster’s broad grin falls into a tight-lipped smile before he speaks, “Loyal guard trying to protect her prince, how sweet.”

“What can I say?” Loki notices the way you seem more on edge now, breath shakier, but you manage to mask it as light laughter, “Duties never rest.”

Nodding, the elderly man turns to Topaz, whispering in her ear before dismissing you both back to your quarters.

It’s as the door to the room shuts that Loki is greeted with the first hint of aggression he’s ever seen from you - not even in his time on Earth had he seen malice slip from you like he does now. The door slams and you wring your hands in your hair, nearly shouting as you turn to the God,

“You moron, why’d you have to go and say that? As if you know me? You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“But I do know you,” Loki held his hands up, pausing your rampant pacing, “Was I not supposed to try and find solace in the fact that I was on a new, strange planet with the one person I recognize?”

“You’re such an ass,” it’s a deflated insult, sighed out while you stomp over to the one bed in the room and slump down on it, “Just hope that nutjob believed me about you being weak.”

“Which, I believe we should have a talk about, by the way,” Loki’s brows furrow, “Why do that? I don’t need any protection nor defense, especially by the likes of you.”

“Unless you want to go as a gladiator and potentially be ripped in half by people twice your size, I would just take the label of weakling socialite and run with it. Hope you get on the Grandmaster’s good side like I have and eventually he maybe stops looking at you like a starving man to steak.”

“Haven’t quite gotten to that last bit, I imagine.”

“No, unfortunately not. It’s a little terrifying.”

It’s quiet as you rub at your aching temples and think over the situation. Loki turns and begins assessing the room - a room he hopes to not be stuck in.

“Are we to share this?”

“Probably,” yet another exhausted sigh slips from your lips, “I wouldn’t bother bringing it up to the old man, you might get vaporized.”

There’s a beat of silence before Loki chuckles, it’s forced and tight.

“Oh,” nodding, you lean back until you’re fully reclined on the bed, “you think I’m joking.”

The God’s eyes widen at that, turning to face you in alarm, “Are you not?”

Suddenly sitting up to untie your boots, you mutter, “I’m trying a slow coup. I was gonna do it on my own, but now you’re here so that’s minorly reassuring.”

“Coup?”

“Accident comes to the Grandmaster, we move up. I say we, but if you try and overthrow me for the throne, I will have to duel you. Duel at best, but at worst…”

Another pregnant silence flows through the room, Loki tilting his head, “You do realize how alarming that is when you don’t finish that sentence, right?”

“Good.”

It was an unlucky arrangement. Trapped on a trash planet, literally, with a Midgardian worm - whom he either has to share a bed with or rest on a loveseat for the nights. None of which is even mentioning the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster.

On the surface he’s light. Bubbly. Fun. And then someone drops a glass too close to his favorite new shoes and suddenly they’ve been pardoned from the land of the living and the stench of wretched toast permeates through the room.

It’s that memory that has Loki tuning out of the story of the man across from him. His hands fall to his thighs and begin rubbing away the sweat of nervousness that gathers there. The movements don’t go unseen, and the woman who assigned herself as his personal guard reaches down and takes his hand. Uncaring if the rest of the party sees as they cling to one another.

You aren’t Loki’s first choice of partnership but maybe that’s where he’d be wrong - because your grip is strong and it won’t let go unless it’s commanded. It’s comforting and reassuring and Loki can’t remember the last time someone held him like that as he breaks down. It isn’t just the hand holding at parties, it’s in the late nights when neither of you can sleep and your heads are too full of countless worries of each’s own home. It’s the way you hold him and don’t say a word of it the next day. Barely acknowledging it unless he brings it up first, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or pressured.

It’s kindness and genuinity and he thinks he wants to have you around all the time. After the Grandmaster. After Hela. Whenever and wherever that dust happens to settle, he knows he wants this comfort all the time.

Storytime comes around to Loki. His fingers curl tighter around your hand as he speaks, occasionally taking a break to sip at his neon drink when there’s a hearty whisper-shout of both your names,

“Over here!”

God of Thunder, you notice. Thor of Asgard. You two excuse yourselves from the couch of socialites to cross the room to Thor.

“Thor? You’re alive?” you begin, eyes wide.

“Of course, I’m alive, what’re you two doing? Why aren’t you stuck in a chair? Where’s your chairs?”

“We didn’t get one,” Loki shakes his head.

“Get me out,” Thor urges, still thoroughly confused over the presence of his brother and old friend.

“We can’t,” you whisper.

Nodding, Loki continues, “We’ve gotten in favor with the Grandmaster. In his higher courts.”

“Like friends but scary,” you pitch in, “We’ve been here a few weeks. Maybe a month.”

“A month?" Thor repeats in utter disbelief, "I just got here.”

“What’re you guys whispering about?” the Grandmaster himself juts into the conversation with a giggle, “Time works different around these parts. On any other world I’d be like millions of years old, but on Sakaar…” he stops and looks between the trio with a teasing grin before shaking his head, “In any case, you two know this… what’d you call yourself - Lord of Thunder…?”

“God of Thunder,” Thor corrects with a forced chuckle.

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” Loki immediately denies.

“He’s my brother.”

Rolling your eyes at the brothers, you’re quick to gesture to Loki, “Adopted.”

The Grandmaster nods, “He any kind of a fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

That’s how they find out that - at the very least, Thor’s alive. Not well, but certainly alive.

The night after that party is mostly quiet in the room. Presently, both people are getting ready for bed but inside their minds is such fueled turmoil that neither truly believes they’re getting rest that night. Upon finishing his state of dress, Loki makes his way out to the balcony.

Air on Sakaar isn’t particularly fresh or clean, nor are the stars incredibly visible with all the city lights, but it felt better out there than being trapped in a room. He’s soon joined by another body at the railing, hands barely brushing together on the roughened metal.

It’s Loki that makes the first move, slowly sliding his hand across the rail until his entwined with yours. Your fingers weave together and Loki can’t help but balance his gaze between your conjoined hands and your eyes. He remembers a time where he used to look into those eyes and see an enemy - now, he can’t imagine a time where he would’ve ever wanted to hurt someone such as you. Can't believe there was a time where he wanted to hurt you. Your care is expressed in tender touches and loyalty. In quiet moments of trust and earnest adoration. In honesty. It's that silent care that speaks the loudest.

It’s your voice that breaks him from his own thoughts, “When this whole thing is over and Sakaar is ruined and Thor will have the throne, where will you go?”

Loki falls silent at that question, he brushes a thumb over your knuckles, pursing his lips and tilting his head as he thinks over what response would fit best. Then he comes to the realization that it wouldn’t matter where he lies as long as he has comfort that lies with him. Comfort that sleeps inside the woman beside him is what he wants.

And so, he mumbles out, “Where will you want me?”

There’s a laugh pulled from you as your head shakes, “You wouldn’t want to go to Earth. Unless you’d like the Avengers up your ass.”

There’s a shared laugh as Loki relents, speaking before laying a kiss to your knuckles, “I wouldn’t be fond of that… but for you, my dear, I’d tear the universe apart.”

“That sounds like exactly why they wouldn’t want you. Sorry to say they’re not fond of universe-tearing.”

A sarcastic huff falls from the prince, “I’m charming and romantic and this is how I’m repaid?”

“However, I can’t say that’s not excellent bargaining to keep you on a leash,” you grin.

“Like a dog?”

“Well, now,” looking away, your lip is tucked between your teeth to muffle possible laughter.

Loki doesn’t follow your example, instead he studies the planes of your face. The curve of your cheek and the way your eyes are lit up by the stars and lights that flow in this city. You’re beautiful. That, he knows. And despite being trapped on Sakaar, he also knows he’s grateful to have someone like you. To have you.

Strong, both in emotional resolve and psychical capability. It’s nice to have someone who can stay level-header and offer support. It makes him want to care and provide for you as well, and that’s what scares him.

You make him want to return sentiment when all he’s cared for before was letting things burn.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki fanfic

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the-silentium · 3 years

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Murphy day Pt. 2

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 3161 words

Warnings: Curses.

A/N: Yes, I put some ARK:Survival evolved creatures in this, so I do not own their concept. They are just so cute! Also I’m not as good at worldbuilding as @shadow-hyder .

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

"So you guys are Commandos?" You asked as Hunter moved aside the colorful plant blocking your way, his steps following yours closely.

For the last 10 minutes, you've managed to make good progress in your quest to reach the clones' ship. So deep into the jungle, the prank traps were nonexistent, making it easier for the group to venture without a hitch although it also meant that you were out of the village's defence system.

Wrecker had been chattering with you for the most part, explaining that they weren't regular clones when you pointed out that referring to them as 'clones' was basically going against the definition of the word as they all looked completely different from one another.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain bad batcher started to think that you may not be as annoying as he initially thought, your comment about the fact that their mutations made them the best version of their kind was running through his mind.

The jungle is in constant evolution! Only the bests survive and to do that, they need to mutate! It's the same with you guys. Your mutations make you even more adapted to survive and do your job. That's impressive.

"We are!" You could tell Wrecker was immensely proud of being an elite special team, his enthusiasm made his voice even louder.

You'd hoped that Wrecker's voice mixed with Tech's repulsive odor would keep the nasty fangs away. Unfortunately, bad luck decided to show its face again.

A branch snapped behind you catching your attention, prompting you to stop dead in your tracks and turn around at the same moment Hunter did. He didn't even have to lift his hand, his troop immediately turned like one man while lifting their blasters towards the moving and cracking flora, their feet firmly planted on the ground, ready to engage whatever there was lurking around.

The animal was clearly making its way into your direction, its form moved the plants around to form a clear path towards your group.

The utter silence was nerve wracking. The birds had stopped chirping a while back, when Wrecker had exploded in laughter at one of your joke, the jerboas were definitely keeping themselves at bay along with every non-lethal creature around.

Crouching very slowly, you reached for your knife, the warm wood connecting with your fingertips relaxed your stress just a little.

A sigh of relief left your lips when a familiar bleating sound reached your ears. Releasing your knife, you pushed past the rest of the group to search the tall grass for the small herbivore.

"It's fine." You breathed, your eyes falling on the excited baby, its cute face almost making you aww. "'s just a Shinehorn." You crouched to carefully take the small light-brown goat in your arms, its tail wagging quickly in excitement.

The troopers dropped their weapons, all their helmets now focussed on the wiggling animal in your arms. Slowly, you put it back down before giving him more pets under its chin.

The Shinehorn was still very young, the top of his head reaching just below your knees and his tiny green horns flashing lowly in his excitement. You traced the two green lines marking its back with your fingers, the squeaks you received in response making you giggle.

"What's a Shinehorn?" Tech asked, crouching next to you to be closer and scan the baby with his helmet.

"They are small herbivorous animal. Their horns can glow in the dark! Very useful when we have to do night hunts or anything in the dark." You grabbed some berries from a bush nearby, feeding them to him. "They're also very docile."

With a last pet between its green horns, you got up and let your place to Wrecker who clearly wanted to gush over the newfound ball of cuteness.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Crosshair, his hand still firmly wrapped around his rifle like the little goat would pound on him or something.

“Oh! I just thought about that, I know you’re probably very experienced with your blasters seeing as you're all the cream of the clones, but could you not have them in your hands?” You lifted your hands in the air in surrender at Crosshair’s constipated expression. “Just sayin’! Been there, done that, ya know!”

"You accidently shot someone?" Hunter turned his attention from the intriguing creature to you.

"Not me. But before the laws strictly prohibed people to go out on Murphy day, it was common occurrence."

All you received was a grunt of aknowledgement, before Hunter called his team back and started walking again.

To your amusement, the little Shinehorn followed your steps, happily jumping around but never getting in anyones' way. From time to time, you'd grab nearby berries from tall trees to feed him in hope that he'd take a permanent liking to you so you could maybe take him with you on your way back home.

For the seventh time that morning, Tech tripped on his feet, muttering words in a foreign language that you were sure were curses. It was almost normal now. The small clone would fall on the ground, curse, get up and continue for the cycle to restart a couple of minutes later. You didn't think any of it, having stopped turning around in concern at the 4th time. He had his armor to protect him after all.

Although, this time you should have turned around. You would have seen that in his fall, Tech tripped Wrecker who was now losing his balance.

A clash of armor hitting armor mixed with the very sudden movement right beside you made you yelp in surprise. Hunter grunted, out of breath and confused, under Wrecker's imposing form.

Chuckles flew off your mouth, too quickly for you to keep them in, as the bigger clone moved off its C.O.

"Maybe we could take a break." You proposed, hand digging into your pocket to retrieve your tap.

"Wouldn't hurt."

At Hunter's approval you swiftly grabbed your knife, found the nearest bigger tree and tapped it to access the sugary water within the core of the tree. As the water started to drop down the tap, you moved yourself in front of the flow and opened your mouth to drink, calming down your thirsty driven mind.

Once you were satisfied, you moved aside to let the others access the water.

"Help yourselves." You motioned toward the dripping tap before sitting next to Crosshair who was picking fruits in a small tree, his helmet on the jungle floor.

Wrecker was the first to taste the water, his face enlightening the whole jungle with his delighted smile.

"It's sweet!" He stated to your amusement. He seemed more and more like a child.

"Yeah. All the drinkable water here is sweet. If it doesn't have a taste, you should spit it out, 'cause it means that it's full of bacterias."

You stretched your legs to be more comfortable, your hands behind you supporting your body. You petted absentmindedly the young Shinehorn, enjoying the humid wind caressing your face.

Everyone had their chance to drink, the last one being Crosshair who removed the tap from the tree before throwing the object back at you at your demand.

The goat approached Crosshair's pile of fruit, clearly interested into eating them, when he was gently denied access by a hand.

"Not for you Shiny." The sniper muttered, protecting his precious.

Nice name.

"Pass me some, Crosshair?" Tech asked his brother from his spot before you, helmet now at his side.

Without a word, you saw a fruit being thrown into Tech's hands. The precision of the shot was flawless and it would have impressed you to no end if your eyes hadn't caught the color of the fruit that Tech was bringing to his mouth.

"Don't eat that!" You yelled, pushing you forward to slap the pink fruit out of the clone's hand. "Those are the bad ones." You said, ignoring his yelp of pain at your slap.

"But they smell sweet like the water in the tree."

"Yeah because the tree wants you to eat them instead of the good stuff. It's a defence system." You picked the fruit and threw it away.

"The ones that smell not so good," You said, picking up a grey similar fruit. "are the good ones. Taste sweet and won't make you puke your guts for hours. There ya go." You passed the fruit to Tech whose gaze was fixed onto something behind you.

You turned, confused about Tech's worried expression. Realisation hit you like a train, Crosshair didn't have to tell you that he fucked up, his white face along with the almost completely eaten pink fruit in his hand were telling you enough.

"Kriff. Are you feeling nauseous yet?" You genuinely asked, no sarcasm or malice in your voice. You knew what pain he'd be in, having learned your lesson the hard way, just like him.

You'd passed a whole day puking like there was no end, bruising your abdominal muscles in the constant effort they had to muster so you could evacuate the content of your stomach, hurting from the biliary acid burning your throat, fighting against the fatigue, dehydration and starvation.

"Yes." You heard his breathing accelerating and knew what was coming.

A shiver ran up your spine when he quickly turned around to empty his stomach on the jungle floor. You wanted to help him but knew he'd probably take it badly, so you let his brothers do their thing while you walked a bit away, searching for a specific plant.

At the moment, you quickly forgot that at the beginning of the trip he had told you to shut up, that he had it coming. You were too empathetic for your good. Once again.

"I'll be back." You told Hunter before venturing away with Shiny.

"Please be close, please be close, please-" Searching around, you moved the grass around, peaking at the flowers for yellow petals with purple edges. Shiny whined at your side, nudging you a bit to get your attention, but you chose to ignore the needy baby to continue your flower hunt.

A bit farther away, yellow petals caught your attention, your legs moving forward to get to them in seconds. With a victory hum, you crouched to pull the base of the flower, exposing its tortuous roots.

You got up at the same time a low growl reached your ears, freezing you on the spot. Eyes scanned your right frantically for the source of the sound, a pair of sparkling dark hues staring back at you with hunger. Your blood ran cold into your veins, the imposing Dire bear was a good feet taller than you, surely reaching Wrecker's height.

You clutched the root into your left hand, your right hitching to grab your knife at your ankle. In a very slow movement, you lifted your foot to allow your hand to grab the wooden handle. You almost succeeded when Hunter chose this moment to come looking for you, yelling your name into the trees.

The Dire bear got scared and ran for you in a roar and you knew you were dead. You couldn't possibly outrun it and had no way to fight it. But you had to try, right? Run, I mean.

So you ran, the most primal part of your brain taking control and ordered your legs to move as fast as possible towards the armed clones.

You hadn't ventured too far and Hunter had followed your trail, so your wide terrified eyes met his, the Dire bear almost on you to bite on your neck. In last resort, you put all your faith in the sergeant's quick thinking, diving to the ground, screaming at him to shoot.

You crashed unceremoniously on your chest, missing the sound of blasters opening fire. An incredibly heavy weight fell on you, pressing your whole body into the dirt, trapping your joined hands under your abdomen. The shock emptied your lungs of air, your mouth and nose were full of furr and dirt, making you panic.

You desperately tried to push the weight away, take a deep breath of air and scream, but you couldn't do anything. You were trapped. You'd asphyxiate and die. All this because you couldn't control your stupid curiosity. Curiosity killed the tooka.

You felt tears form in your eyes at the thought, for you were not ready to die. There was so much you still wanted to do.

Suddenly, the weight disappeared from your back and you were harshly pulled away and rolled onto your back. Your crying wide eyes met the sergeant's, your lungs taking in the biggest inhalations they ever let in, before a wobbly smile stretched your lips.

"F-found t-the cu-re." You managed to get out in broken words. Your hands opened slowly, showing the brown roots hidden between your fingers.

Hunter sighed, relieved that you were alright despite crossing path with death. You were lucky he decided to follow the Shinehorn when it started acting up.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Wrecker's head appeared beside Hunter's, searching your body for wounds. "You're crying."

Arms slipped under your back and knees, lifting you without a problem. Your hands immediately closed around the root, gripping them tightly like they were life itself.

" 'm not dead so I'm good." Your head fell onto Hunter's shoulder, you found comfort into the hard uncomfortable piece of armor. You were alive to feel it. "Thank you."

He looked at you for a couple of seconds and you tried to control the heat assaulting your cheeks by taking deep breaths in. You definitely weren't admiring his tattoo from up close.

"Didn't do it for you. I had to save the plant." He answered, sarcasm lacing his words.

You chuckled, closing your eyes for a second. You felt all your energy leaving your body, the adrenalin that powered you moments ago dissipated and let exhaustion consume you.

"Is she alright?" Tech asked, as another retching sound echoed around.

"You tell me. Scan her."

It took a couple of seconds, but you managed to open your eyes to see Tech with his helmet on, the thin screen that was previously up was now right before his eyes. He had a tool in hand, blue rays emanating from its extremity to scan your body.

"No broken bones or internal injury. She's fine." He lifted the screen back up to get a better view of your state.

"Can you stand?" Hunter asked.

"Almost sure I can."

So Hunter lowered your feet to the ground, his hand lifting near your shoulder in case you fell. Your legs were still a bit wobbly, but you stood up, trying to ground yourself at the best of your ability.

You opened your numb fingers, giving the root to Tech who looked at it with a frown on his face.

"Break a small piece, remove the skin and give it to Crosshair. It'll help with the nausea and muscle pain." You told him, proud that your voice didn't break.

"A piece like this?" He broke a piece and showed it to you, not wanting to give too much. They had learned that they should ask you first before eating something.

"Yeah. Keep the rest for later."

Nodding, Tech took the vibroknife in Hunter's hand to peel the root, placed the rest of it in his bag, before walking to his grey-haired brother. He tripped once, but managed to stay on his feet.

You sit on the ground to relieve your legs for a bit, at least until Crosshair was able to walk without puking every 30 seconds. You were sure he'd be as wobbly on his feet as you for a totally different reason. Definitely not ideal for a field trip in the wild jungle.

It took a good 10 minutes for Crosshair's stomach to settle, his retching stopped, letting him to deal with a slight nausea. With your tap, Hunter managed to get water to Crosshair and yourself before everyone packed up and prepared to go again. Shiny had returned after some time, the poor baby stopped running around and stayed closer to the group.

"We're almost there." Tech announced at some point and you were grateful. Your legs were ready to abandon you for a while now, although you pushed through to not burden anyone with your adrenalin-less exhaustion.

"The ship is just after these trees."

One feet before the other. You repeated to yourself. At this point, all of your concentration was on your feet, you let the environment to Hunter and his apparently enhanced senses. Right, left, right, lef-

You bumped into Crosshair who had gained energy during the walk while you had the opposed effect. You waited for the harsh comment to come, but it never did.

"Where's the ship Tech?" Wrecker asked, confused.

"That's not possible! This isn't the same place! The coordinates are wrong!" He started to panic.

You dropped on your knees beside Crosshair, the open clearing without a ship was the last tol.

"Describe it to me. " You muttered.

"What?" The sniper asked, his glare finding your exhausted face.

"Describe it to me. The place where you left your ship." You concentrated yourself on your breathing, noticing how you started to inhale too quickly.

"There was a field of glowing purple flowers and a stream with a big rock on one side. There was a gigantic tree too. Way bigger than the rest." He remembered.

You sighed, tried to get back up with your shaky hands only to be helped by the sniper who pulled you by the pit of your arm. You smiled at him in thanks.

"That's the Waytree." You pointed on your left. "20 minutes of walk in this direction."

"But that's such a great gap between my coordinates and-" Tech stopped as soon as he met your tired eyes, reading perfectly what you were telling yourself. "It's today."

"Exactly." You huffed, forcing your legs to start walking again.

Hunter watched you intensely but you pushed forward, forcing your body to obey you and not fail. All it took was one word from Hunter and a movement of his head toward you.

"Wrecker."

Suddenly, you found yourself bridal style in his arms and were carried for the rest of the trip despite you affirming that you were fine and that you were perfectly able to walk by yourself.

From your position, you had a perfect view of the sky, worrying you to no end.

"No pressure but I'm sure it'll soon start to ra-" A drop of water hit Wrecker's helmet right before your eyes. "Awesome." You sighed.

#bad batch #bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #clone wars #clone force 99 #star wars #murphy day

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littlemrcaprisun · 3 years

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TW: major character death, mentions of illness/disease, extreme alcohol consumption

“Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this!” Dani screamed at the wall as she smashed the vase of flowers into it as hard as she could. Tiffany and Sofia stood behind and watched with quiet fear and tears rolling down their own cheeks. Dani picked each rose up, the glass and thorns cutting into her skin, and crushed them one by one. The blood of the roses and her own blood mixing together until no one could tell which was which. “She would fucking hate these! She hated roses, why do people just assume that people want flowers when people die?!”

“It was just a nice gesture…” Tiffany starts but quickly shuts up when Dani turns and glares at her. Tiffany cowers and Sofia wraps an arm around the young girl’s shoulder, who then curls into Sofia’s chest to sob.

“Daniela, stop this, now. She wasn’t just your mother, she was ours too. We loved her and so did many other people.” Sofia’s voice is stern and strong despite the fact that she was crying.

“Don’t… Don’t you fucking dare try to sound like her.” Dani shoved a shaking finger in Sofia’s face. “You will not replace her. No one fucking will.” With that Dani grabbed the nearest bottle of liquor and stormed out of the house.

The funeral had been two days before Dani finally broke down and everyone was honestly shocked that she lasted this long. Everyone saw this coming; Alcina had been sick for years by the time the disease finally took over, but that didn’t make the sting hurt less. Tiffany didn’t know where to go now, she was only 16 and her sisters were only 20 and 22. The only option was their grandmother, Alcina’s mother, who wasn’t the most supportive or kind to any of them. Tiffany was scared and Sofia was fighting to keep her. One adoption was enough for a person, now she had to go through another.

Dani laid down on the fresh dirt of her mother’s grave and poured more of the cheap whiskey down her throat, it burned less than the pain in her chest. She stared at the stars in the sky and rambled to her mother about all of the things she wished she would’ve told her when she was alive.

“Mama, remember when I was like ten and we broke your favorite statuette thing?” She is silent as if waiting for a response. “I told you it was Tiffany but it was actually me.”

“And when I broke that window, I’m sorry about that too. And all the times I hit my sisters, and all the times I argued with them, I’m sorry.” Dani sniffled and drank some more. “Mama, thanks for adopting me. I know I wasn’t an easy kid but you saved me from all that bad stuff. I think I would’ve died without you. You never gave up on me, or Soapy, or Laughy Taffy. Your ladybugs. I used to hate when you called me that but I would give anything to hear you call me that again.”

“Please, just say something. I feel like I’m drowning, I can’t breathe anymore and you know it’s because you took me down there with you. There’s just a part of me stuck up here too.” Dani pressed her ear to the ground and started to openly cry. “I’m sorry you got sick, mama, I tried to fix you. I did everything I could, but I couldn’t save you. The doctors told me I did everything right but it was too much for your body, but I know I should’ve tried harder.”

Dani closed her eyes and pretended that she was anywhere there when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a figure standing over her. “M-mama?”

“Hi little ladybug.” Alcina’s voice echoed in Dani’s ear, it sounded like her but so far away. She took a seat next to Dani and pulled her daughter into her lap. Dani scrambled to hang onto her mother and Alcina rocked her gently. Dani closed her eyes and started to drift but her mother stopped her. Alcina placed a hand on Dani’s cheek and smiled sadly at her. “I’m afraid you can’t stay here with me, my sweet.”

“W-why?” Dani swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. Alcina kissed Dani’s forehead and laid her back down on the dirt. “Mama, please… Don’t leave. I can’t do this, I need you.”

“You can do this.” Alcina winked and stood. “You’re a Dimitrescu, aren’t you? We are strong and we don’t give up, we can do anything. This will hurt for a long time, and you will never see me on this earth again, but one day you will wake up and you will be washed over with a sense of freedom from this pain. You may always miss me, but you will be alright, my child. I raised you to be okay.”

Alcina started to walk away and Dani reached for her down but her hand fell through it, just as she started to fall through the ground beneath her. She was swirling through darkness and dirt tumbling through nothing and everything at once until she landed with a jolt in a hospital bed. Dani jerked awake and called out for her mother but all she found are her two sisters and her uncle at the foot of her bed.

“Hey, look, the little shit’s awake.” Heisenberg, her mother’s brother, said with a wavering voice. There was no malice in his voice, for them that was affectionate. Dani furrowed her brows and looked around the room again before focusing back on her uncle. He’d been crying. So had her sisters.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Sofia’s voice was angry, a sound Dani was more familiar with. “We found you half frozen to death on mother’s grave. You nearly died. Why would you do that to us?”

“She told me to come back…” Dani’s throat was sore and her voice was hoarse, surprising her. “I saw her.”

Sofia opened and closed her mouth, ready to tell her that it was nonsense but let her believe whatever she wanted to. Tiffany believed her though and curled up next to Dani to listen to everything she had to say about the experience.

“I told her the truth about the stupid statuette.” Dani laughed a genuine laugh and everyone’s face snapped to her. “She told me I’m going to be okay… We’re all going to be okay.”

#alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #lady alcina dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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cuddlebugs

Pairings: Romantic LAMP

Word Count: 3,903 words

WHOOPS this is self indulgent lmao. there’s also a lot of chit chat and light kissing/flirting before we get to the tword stuff, but i think it’s cute aksgdhsj

“Logan, it should be my turn in the middle tonight!”

“You were in the middle two nights ago, meaning your next turn in the middle will be tomorrow night.”

Roman blinked. As soon as the words registered, he groaned dramatically and fell back against the bed, an arm pitifully thrown over his eyes. “Ughhhhh.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that tone. It’s our schedule.”

“It’s your schedule, and I hate it,” Roman retorted, lifting his arm to glare at Logan without any real malice.

Between them, Patton sighed in fond exasperation. He peeked over Logan’s shoulder, and yep-- there was Virgil, giving Patton the exact same look: the look that said, ‘our boyfriends are fighting over their love and affection again, and it’s so cute but also please’.

Logan scoffed, reaching an arm over Patton’s head to fluff Roman’s pillow. “Well, that’s certainly an unbiased opinion to have. Sarcasm.”

Roman scoffed back, removing Logan’s glasses from his face and placng them on the bedside table. “Oh, and of course you’re totally unbiased by the fact that your schedule means you get to cuddle with both Patton and Virgil tonight. Also sarcasm.”

“Get fucked, Princey,” Virgil interjected. “If I have to sleep on the outside, then you have to sleep on the outside.”

That statement only seemed to spur on Roman’s pity party.

“But you’re so far away!” he whined. He reached over Patton’s and Logan’s heads to make grabby hands at Virgil, who rolled his eyes before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Roman’s knuckles.

“There. Happy?”

Roman pouted again, pulling back his freshly-kissed hand and cradling it to his chest.

Patton clicked his tongue in sympathy. “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be back in the middle before you know it! Plus, at least you can see all of us at once,” he finished with a small pout, pulling the blankets up closer to his chin.

Logan patted his hand comfortingly. “Patton, no one here will blame you for not being able to look both at your left and your right at the same time.” Indeed, one of Patton’s greatest reasons to dislike the scientific field was the fact that no one had invented the technology to let him keep all of his boyfriends in plain view at all times.

Logan continued, “Additionally, we all know how much you like to lay your head against Roman’s chest when you two are sleeping next to each other. I cannot blame you for that.”

Patton sighed, looking mournfully at Logan as he replied, “Yeah, but I really like wrapping my arms around you, too, Logan!”

Logan’s face softened into one of a shy fondness. “I enjoy that very much, as well, but please don’t worry about me. Just feeling your presence by my side is enough.”

“Plus,�� Virgil added, his voice light and playful, “now I get to keep Logan all to myself.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms firmly around Logan’s torso, pulling him even closer to his chest. The logical side squirmed under the affection, a light blush dusting his features.

“Silence.”

“What?” Virgil asked. “Don’t like me bragging about how awesome it is to cuddle with you?”

“Be quiet.”

“No, I think we’d all have to agree with Virgil, there, Logan,” Roman interjected with a smile. Patton nodded, making the bed bounce with his enthusiasm.

“Yeah! You’re the cutest cuddlebug in the whole gang!”

Logan’s face was quickly starting to resemble a tomato. “I-- you-- shut up!”

He gasped lightly as Virgil rested his chin on his shoulder, a huff of amusement making the serious side shiver.

“Make us.”

He pressed a small kiss to Logan’s shoulder, and the cool touch sent goosebumps down his arm.

“Well--” he stammered, “if anyone is a... cuddlebug, it’s Patton!”

Roman snorted, giving Logan an unimpressed, yet amused look.

“Well, of course he is, Logan! I mean,” he said, holding Patton closer and nuzzling into his hair with his nose. “He’s warm, soft... squishy...”

With the last word, Roman’s fingers gently pressed into Patton’s sides, and Patton squeaked, batting at his hands.

“Oh, Roman! Stop!”

Roman grinned, not looking sorry in the slightest.

“What? I’m just helping Logan prove a point. You are, by all accounts, a perfect, adorable cuddlebug.” He finished with pressing a small kiss to Patton’s forehead, who was still slightly breathless from the compliments and the light tickles.

“Exactly,” Logan said with a decisive air. “In conclusion, Patton is the cuddlebug of our relationship. Period.”

He moved to rest his head back on the pillow, but Virgil’s grip around his torso suddenly tightened, keeping him firm in place.

“Hold up, L,” he said lowly, and Logan did not trust the mischievous tone in his voice. “You think there can’t be two adorable cuddlebugs in this group?”

Logan’s brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to retort, but then Virgil, of course, began spidering his fingers all over Logan’s stomach. Whatever words were on the tip of his tongue vanished in an instant, as Logan fought desperately against his restraints in order to curl up and protect himself.

“Don’t! You-- Virgil!”

“Hm?” Virgil asked innocently, using his two index fingers to wiggle into Logan’s most ticklish rib at the same time. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

Logan certainly could not repeat that-- certainly not when Virgil began scratching his other fingers all over his lowest ribs at the same time-- and Virgil knew it, the smug bastard. Logan pressed a hand to his mouth, uselessly trying and pitifully failing to prevent his sweet giggles from escaping his mouth.

“Hm, I didn’t catch that, either,” Virgil remarked. “But still, I’m pretty sure that only adorable cuddlebugs get all giggly from just a couple little ticky-tickles, so--”

Logan made a noise not unlike a verbal keysmash, hiding his burning face in his hands as much as he could.

“No, he’s right, Logan!” Roman interjected. “Look!”

Again, his hands moved to squeeze at Patton’s sides, this time with more intention. Patton gasped, his own hands shooting down to grab Roman’s wrists.

“Ah-ha! Romahahan!”

Roman merely smiled at Patton’s immediate laughter. “Don’t worry, Patton, I’m just showing Logan how the two of you are both the cutest, sweetest, most preciously fluffy little cuddlebugs we’ve got!”

He pressed another kiss to Patton’s forehead as he continued to mercilessly tickle his sides, kneading with expert precision the little divot at Patton’s waistline.

Patton squealed, kicking his legs as much as he could under the blankets. “Ro-man!”

Virgil laughed lowly at Patton’s giddy panic, and the sound sent tingles down Logan’s spine.

”Paying attention, Logan?” he murmured directly into his ear. He gently cupped Logan’s chin with one hand, turning his head so he was looking at Patton.

“See how cute Patton is when he gets all squirmy? With all of those tickly-tickles, tingling and prickling under his skin? All those butterflies in his little tum-tum? Isn’t he cute?”

Virgil’s fingers slowed their ticklish brigade until they were merely circling around Logan’s bellybutton.

“Yeah...” Logan managed through his giggles.

He felt Virgil grin against the back of his neck.

“So if I do this--”

Without warning Virgil shoved a finger into Logan’s bellybutton, and an embarrassingly high-pitched noise escaped his lips as his squirming increased tenfold.

“And you react like that, too,” Virgil continued casually, as if he wasn’t tickling Logan half to death, “doesn’t that mean you’re just as much of a cute little cuddlebug as him? Right? That seems like some good logic, huh, Logan?”

Each of his questions was paired with his index finger vibrating rapidly in his bellybutton, and Logan cried out, throwing his head back as his desperate giggles poured out.

Meanwhile, Patton was releasing his own stream of nervous giggles as Roman’s fingers began skittering down to play right above his hipbones.

“Roman! Not there!”

Roman quirked his head, the picture of innocent confusion (aside from the evil smirk on his face). “Not there? Not where? Here? Or did you mean right here?”

With each word, his fingers darted between spots, from his hipbones to his bellybutton to the stretch of skin between the two, moving too fast for Patton to anticipare or prepare himself for. He squealed again, jolting with each new tickle spot that was poked and prodded by the creative side.

“No, no, no, nohohohoh!” His hands flapped in the air, as if he didn’t know what to do with them, until they finally came to rest back on Roman’s wrists, not pushing or pulling in the slightest.

“Aw, you’re still not trying to get away!” Roman cooed, watching Patton’s blush spread all the way to his ears. “You just love the tickles so much!”

Virgil chuckled. “I think they both do, Roman. Look at Logan.”

Roman’s eyes darted away from Patton’s face, before doing a genuine double take. His jaw dropped as a delighted grin grew on his face.”

“Oh, my stars,” he said reverently. “Patton, look how red Logan’s face is!”

Roman’s fingers slowed just enough to let Patton turn his head, gasping in delight at the blush that adorned Logan’s face.

“Oh, honey--!”

Logan groaned, squirming under their gazes. He went to hide his face yet again, but Virgil abruptly grabbed both of his wrists with his own hands.

“Uh uh,” he teased. “No hiding for cute little cuddlebugs.”

Logan gave an flustered whimper at the compliments. “No!”

Roman sighed happily, propping up his head in his hand to gaze dreamily down at Logan.

“You have the most adorable tickle face in the entire universe,” he said with finality. Logan’s shoulders shook with the giggles that were still threatening to build up inside him, but to his suprise Virgil interjected with a questioning hum.

“Well, what about Patton’s face, Roman?” he teased, and the moral side stiffened as the group’s attention turned to him. “He’s got that giggle-high smile right now, the one he gets when he’s all loopy? It’s so fucking cute on him.”

Now it was Patton’s turn to whine in embarrassment. “Virgil!”

Virgil quirked a grin. “What? You don’t like my teases?”

Patton shook his head, an unshakeable smile on his face. Virgil pretended to pout.

“That’s too bad,” he said, trailing a finger up and down Logan’s side slowly and making him squirm in place, “because I sure do love to tease you...”

Roman quickly caught on to what he was implying. His smile grew even wider.

“Hey, Virgil?” he called, catching the anxious side’s eyes. Roman didn’t even bother to hide the shit-eating grin on his face as he continued to speak.

“Wanna trade?”

Patton and Logan gasped in unison, but Virgil’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Oh, hell yes.”

In the next second, both Patton and Logan were released from their holds, but neither of them had time to react before their respective partners literally switched them around. Logan gave a choked gasp that teetered on a cackle as Roman grabbed him under his arms, hoisting him up and over Patton so he could lie next to him. Virgil then took the opportunity to grab Patton’s wrists, gently sliding him across the mattress until the two of them were face to face.

“Wait-- no!” Logan exclaimed, another panicked grin rising to his face. “This-- this isn’t fair!”

Roman wasn’t sure whether he meant the rude violation of his ingenious cuddling schedule, or the way Roman was now drilling his thumbs into his armpits while his fingers scratched as much of his back as they could reach.

Either way, he merely smiled cheekily before pulling Logan closer to his chest, his mouth inches from his ear as he cooed, “Can’t hear you over all of that gorgeous laughter, Specs!”

On the other side of the mattress, Patton was already giggling up a storm, and his laughter certainly didn’t abate as Virgil wrapped him in his arms and pulled him even closer.

“Hey, Pat,” he drawled. “Ready for our snuggle time?”

His face dipped forward until he was nuzzling into Patton’s neck, and the moral side squealed, squirming with reckless abandon against the tingly sensations.

“No! Please! It tickles!” he begged, eyes screwed tightly shut and grin practically splitting his face.

Virgil huffed a laugh, and the rush of air had Patton gasping and snorting in ticklish agony.

“Yeah, it tickles, that’s the point. Hold still.”

He sniffed, snuffled, and sighed all over Patton’s sensitive neck, sending him into helpless giggles that left him feeling even loopier than before.

Beside him, Logan was seemingly trying to play the quiet game with Roman, who was playfully poking at his cheek like a child with a new toy.

“Logan,” he cooed, “aren’t you gonna laugh for me? You know your laugh is just the prettiest sound in the whole wide world.”

His words made Logan’s face flush even more, and before Roman could stop him he raised both arms to cover his cheeks.

Roman gasped in mock offense. “Logan, don’t hide your blushy-blush from me!”

The only response to his words was a stubborn headshake. Roman gave a deep sigh of disappointment.

“Don’t make me count to three.”

Logan peeked an eye out from behind his arms. “You are evil.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He made sure Logan could see him as he slowly lifted his hands into the air, fluttering his fingers in the direction of his now exposed armpits.

“One.. two...”

Logan threw his arms down with a strangled choking noise.

“Wait! Fine!” He crossed his arms across his chest as best he could, doing everything in his power to keep the frown on his face.

Immediately Roman dropped the angry schtick, his own grin blossoming in delight. “Aw, there he is! Cuddlebug Logan, reporting for duty!” He gave a mock salute to the pouty side that laid before him.

Logan cursed under his breath, but he couldn’t hide the smile that was desperately attempting to rise to his face.

Roman tsked. “No more pouting, cuddlebug! Let’s put a smile back on that face!”

Before Logan could react, Roman darted his hands back down to his sides, but this time, he actually wormed them up under his arms in order to tickle at the protected spot. Logan actualy managed to hold out for a few seconds before falling into bright peals of laughter.

“Dohohohohn’t!” He weakly tried to raise his hands to push Roman away, but every movement of his arms made the wiggling feelings in his pits even worse.

“Aw, what? Logan doesn’t like my tickly fingers in his sensitive armpits?” Roman cooed, leaning close to Logan’s ear to tickle his neck with his breath. “Is somebody just too ticklish for some little scratches? Boy, I hope this doesn’t tickle you as badly as I think it does. Because I certainly don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

Logan’s head fell backwards, his laughter coming unrestricted as he writhed against Roman’s hold.

Virgil watched Logan’s ticklish torture with amusement for another second, before turning all of his attention back to Patton.

“How you feeling, Patton?”

His boyfriend wheezed, shaking his head and making his curls bounce. “Please! No!”

Virgil stopped, looking down at himself wrapped around Patton’s body, before bringing his gaze back to Patton’s with a bemused smile.

“I’m not even doing anything,” he said. Patton shook his head again, too flustered to even open his eyes.

“It still-- still tihihickles!”

Virgil’s smile turned evil. Oh, he loved when Patton got hypersensitive like this. It made this next part so much more fun.

“It does?” he asked innocently, pulling Patton even closer in order to keep him perfectly still. “Boy, that sucks. I don’t even have to tickle you, and you’re still so giggly. All I have to do is lie right here and watch all those butterflies tickle-tickle in your tummy-tum. Hey, try not to imagine what it’ll feel like when I start tickling you again. I think I’ll start with some nice, slow scratches up and down and up and down your ribs-- you have a lot of fun spots there, right? Then I’ll go for your sides, especially because you’re so cute and chubby, there’s so many tickle spots for me to choose from. Next is your tummy-tum. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll only give you a few raspberries on that bellybutton, instead of a lot. I know they just make you wanna giggle so badly, but I think you can handle that, right? And if I’m not too sleepy by the time I finish there, I might even have to give you some soft little tickles along your hips. Isn’t that your number one tickle spot? Anyways, just don’t think about all that, okay?”

Patton laughter was endless; he threw his body as far as he could, doing everything in his power to rid himself of the phantom tickles that ran up and down his skin.

“Virgil!” he pleaded through his joyful torture. “Help me!”

Virgil’s eyes brightened. “Help you? Okay, Patton, I’ll help you.”

And he began spidering his fingers up and down Patton’s ribs, just as he said he would.

Patton screamed, beating his feet into the mattress as his torso was assaulted with tickles. “That’s not what I meant! Ahahahahahaha!”

“It’s not?” Virgil asked cheerfully. “But I thought you loved the ticky-tickles? I mean, don’t you love it when I tickle your ribs... and your sides... and your tummy... and esecially your hips...”

Patton nearly shrieked as his fingers traveled between each location he listed. “No!”

Suddenly, Patton managed to break Virgil’s hold, and he threw himself backwards out of his grip. Virgil stared at him with wide eyes.

“Uh oh,” he said lowly, in that awful tickle monster voice that made Patton want to run away and hide. “Did someone try to escape? Huh? Pattycakes thought he could escape my tickles?”

Patton giggled and didn’t respond, merely attempted to crawl backwards across the bed. Virgil easily followed him.

“Patton, why are you running? I just want to tickle-tickle-tickle you!”

“No!”

“Yes! Now hold still, wiggly!”

As the two of them engaged in the world’s giggliest game of cat and mouse, Logan and Roman were rather busy with their own game; the game, of course, was ‘how long can Roman tickle Logan before he actually passes out?’, which was one of Roman’s favorites.

Logan gasped as yet another tickle spot on his stomach was hit with Roman’s prodding fingers. “Romahahahan!”

“Yes, Logan?” Roman asked, voice perfectly innocent as he mercilessly tazed into the soft stretch of skin where Logan’s stomach met his sides. His entire body jerked at the sensation, so of course Roman repeated it three more times in unison.

“Enough!”

“Hm,” Roman replied, looking contemplative. “Interesting, but I think I’ll have to disagree. Between your blush, your smile, and your laughter, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of tickling you.”

His fingers once again attatched themselves to that extra special spot on Logan’s side, this time pairing the ticklish squeeze with a sloppy kiss on the underside of his jaw.

Logan screamed, the double attack being all too much for him, and he finally managed to gather his strength and push himself away from Roman’s tickle attack.

Except-- except he didn’t actually go anywhere.

His eyes burst open as he felt a familiar pressure against his back-- Patton. He pressed backwards again, but it seemed that the moral side’s escape plan had merely resulted in both of them getting trapped together between their two lers.

As soon as Logan processed this, his eyes darted to back to Roman’s wiggling fingers, which were getting closer by the second.

“No-- wait!” he begged. “I can’t move!”

Roman paused, his fingers mere inches away from Logan’s tummy. His head quirked as he seemed to take in the situation, both Patton’s current predicament and Logan’s own reaction.

Then his face split into a slow smile.

“Oh, you can’t?” Roman asked. He paused for another dramatic second before shrugging. “How unfortunate.”

And his fingers dove into to thoroughly squeeze, taze, and vibrate all over his exposed tummy.

Logan howled, back arching and head falling back as far as he could. Virgil glanced over Patton’s shoulder before dropping back to Patton’s desperate smile.

“Patton, you troublemaker,” he playfully scolded. “Keeping Logan all trapped and vulnerable for his tickle time, and you still couldn’t even get away from my tickles? Sucks to be you.”

Virgil kept one hand skittering all around Patton’s tummy while the other crawled down to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze at those ticklish hips of his. Patton shrieked, pushing back against Logan’s back, but he, too, had to go through the shock and horror of realizing he really couldn’t move anywhere.

Logan and Patton’s wild wails of wordless laughter rose and fell together, creating a sweeter sound than Virgil had ever heard. It was addictive, and it was amazing, and it was... adorable.

“You’re adorable,” he murmured without meaning to. Roman caught his eye over their boyfriends’ heads. Virgil didn’t even know if he had actually heard what he said over their shreking laughter, but the warmth in his eyes certainly shared the same sentiment.

“Our adorable cuddlebugs,” he finished. He began to gradually slow his hands and lighten his tickles, finally giving Logan the chance to once again take deep, uninterrupted breaths.

After a few seconds, Virgil did the same, pulling his hands away from Patton’s sweet spots and folding them under his head, watching his boyfriend weakly attempt to compose himself.

“Thahahat was-- that was--”

His words fell off into helpless giggles again, and he smooshed his face into the pillow in a weak attempt to hide his giddy flusteredness.

Roman chuckled, reaching over Logan to rub Patton’s forearm.

“I’m glad you had fun, Padre,” he said. His hand trailed slowly from Patton’s arm to Logan’s, who immediately melted under the touch. “I’m glad you both did.”

Logan’s face turned pink once more. “Yes, well--”

He coughed, not making eye contact with Roman as he stated, “I... may have to concede the previous debate to you and Virgil. You are... not incorrect.”

Virgil snorted. “That’s probably as close as he’ll ever come to admitting he’s a cuddlebug. Right, Logan?”

Another whimper escaped Logan’s throat as he buried his face in Roman’s chest. The creative side awwed, wrapping his arms even tighter around the logical side.

“If you think I’m gonna let you go just because some stupid schedule says I have to,” he murmured, smiling at the way Logan’s shoulders shook with exasperated laughter, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

Patton finally lifted his head, grabbing Virgil with one arm and tugging the two of them even closer to Logan and Roman.

“Come on, gang,” he said in a sleepy voice, “this cuddlebug says its bedtime. Everybody snuggle up.”

Vrgil laughed as he allowed himself to be pulled back into the cuddle pile. He reached over Patton and Logan to find Roman’s hand, and the two locked their fingers together, holding both of their cuddlebugs safely between them.

“Tomorrow we’re getting back on schedule,” Logan insisted, voice muffled through the pillows and blankets and bodies he was snuggled between. Roman and Virgil met eyes over their heads, smiling at the adorable sight between them.

“Sure, Logan,” Roman whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. Virgil did the same to Patton, stroking his hair with a gentle touch.

“Now get some sleep, cuddlebugs. Love you.”

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #cuddlebugs #ler!virgil #ler!roman #lee!logan #lee!patton #sanders sides tickling #i've read this so many times idk if it means anything anymore akhdhsj #roast my typos it's ok

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Yoga with Bakugou Katsuki

Your weekly competition with archrival and secret crush, Bakugou Katsuki, takes a turn when you invite him to yoga class. Maybe your hope to become something more is not so one-sided after all?

Title: Winning in Downward Dog

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader

Warnings: Bakugou trying to be a flexible pretzel and failing 😂😂

Word Count: 2,696

a/n: This is basically a crack fic pls forgive me lol If you enjoy, pls like and reblog! 💖 You can request more here. Side note: For anyone wondering, this was originally posted on my first bnha blog, but that has since been deleted.

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You’re currently pinned beneath Bakugou in the middle of a training exercise where you’re supposed to be on the SAME TEAM.

“Yield,” Bakugou says.

“Never,” you say.

It’s known in Class 1-A that you and Bakugou have a weekly competition where each of you pick a different activity to see who wins. This competition sometimes gets in the way of school. Most of the time you understood the concept of forgoing pride for the sake of education, but when it came to Bakugou fucking Katsuki you became equally hot-headed and stubborn.

Class 1-A groans in unison.

Midoriya raises his hand.

“Sensei, you’re going to erase their quirks, right?” He looks genuinely concerned.

“Ugh, I hope so! I don’t wanna be here all day. Again.” Mina complains.

You knee Bakugou, but he won’t budge. He smirks at your struggle.

“Tch. You have to do better than that, dumbass.”

He places more of his body weight so there’s no escape. You can’t help the flutter in your chest at the sudden closeness. He’s radiating pure heat and the faint aroma of caramel emanating off him does little to clear your head.

Yes. It’s true. You have a crush on the one person who’s more concerned with pinning you to the ground during a training exercise than pinning you down on his bed where you belong dammit!

“Can ya’ll wrap this up? Some of us have plans tonight!”

Of course Kaminari would interrupt your fantasy just when it gets to the good part.

“Chill, bro, the movie doesn’t start ‘til 7,” Kirishima says.

“Can I come?” Mineta asks.

“No.” The Bakusquad reply in unison.

You buck up against Bakugou. Your leg slips from his hold and you manage to wrap it around his waist, flipping him over. He grunts as his back hits the ground. You hear crackling, but before he can set off his quirk, you counterattack, leaving him with no opening.

Class 1-A collectively gasps as you pull an UNO reverse card. Cheers erupt from the girls at the same time the boys groan.

The class has an ongoing bet on who would win your competition at the end of the semester. Bakugou is ahead by one, but you might even the score today.

“You get ‘em girl!” Mina shouts.

“Awww dude way to let the boys down!” Kaminari shakes his head.

“Shut up, shitty hair!” Bakugou shouts.

He glares at the rest of the class, daring them to utter another word. They don’t. A couple minutes pass of Bakugou trying every which way to get out of your hold and you countering every one of his moves with ease.

“I could do this all day,” you say.

“Me too,” Bakugou spits, sparks erupt from his palm.

“I can’t,” Aizawa says, erasing both of your quirks.

Class 1-A groans in unison once again.

“Ugh! But Sensei it was finally getting interesting!” Kaminari says.

Yeah, just like my fantasy was getting interesting until you interrupted it! Hmph!

“Guess nobody wins this time,” Kirishima shrugs.

“Technically I won,” you say.

You gasp as you feel the wind get knocked out of you and suddenly you’re looking up at vermilion eyes.

“No, I win.” Bakugou smirks.

You can’t bring yourself to be upset as his hands grip your wrists. You’d lose a million times over if it meant Bakugou touching you.

“Say it.”

You cock your head, “Say what?”

“Say ‘I win’.”

“I win.”

Bakugou’s nose scrunches in frustration.

“That’s not what I- you know what I mean!”

Aizawa clears his throat.

Both of you turn to see Class 1-A hanging onto your every word like they’re watching the final battle in Avengers: Infinity War. Kaminari is munching on some popcorn, passing the bowl around to the rest of the class.

How did that boy even…? Nevermind.

It’s best for you not to think about the weirdness that is Class 1-A. It would only give you a headache.

“Nobody wins. You both failed the exercise,” Aizawa says, “And get up. You’re both making me uncomfortable.”

You and Bakugou make awkward eye contact before he gets off of you. You swear a tinge of red flushes his cheeks as he offers his hand for you to take, but you know he’s only offering it as a sign of respect. That doesn’t stop your hand from shaking as you reach out to take it. You mumble a quick ‘thanks’ and he responds with a soft ‘whatever’ as he helps you to your feet.

“Class dismissed,” Aizawa says. Mina and Kaminari whoop before racing to the dorms. Everyone else follows, leaving you and Bakugou trailing behind. You’re racking your brain trying to come up with something to say. You don’t want to let this opportunity of getting Bakugou alone go to waste.

C’mon, Y/N think of something… Oh! I can ask about the movie they’re watching tonight? No… he’ll think I wanna come along or something, which I do, but I don’t want him thinking I do!

Oh lord have mercy on me.

You’re about to fuck it and pull a ridiculous comment about the weather out of your ass when Bakugou speaks up.

“I won.”

You raise an eyebrow. He’s still on that?

“I did.”

“Why do you have such an obsession with winning?” There’s no malice in your tone. You just genuinely want to know.

“You wanna die!?” Bakugou puffs his chest, tiny sparks fizzling in his palms, ready to blast at any second.

You throw your hands up in surrender.

Please don’t kill me.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s great to strive to be the best. That’s why we’re all here. But we were on the same team today, Bakugou, and you still couldn’t handle the fact that I would be the one to lead our team to victory. Why?”

You’re just as competitive as the next U-A student trying to go pro, but even you knew when to quit, especially if it jeopardizes the team or the mission. Your quirk was just a better fit for this particular exercise and Bakugou knew that.

“I don’t need to listen to this bullshit, especially from a fucking extra.” Bakugou stomps off.

“Wait! Bakugou!”

You stop him by touching his arm; he jerks at the contact as if he’s been burned.

“Don’t touch me!”

You try to hide the hurt as you take your hand off his arm.

Of course he’d hate the idea of touching me in any way besides holding my hand to arm wrestle. Ugh! Why can’t I have a crush on literally anyone else!?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Whatever. What’s the challenge this week?” he grumbles, looking away from you.

You didn’t want to push any further and make Bakugou hate you even more. It’s sad to know you don’t have a chance with him which is why you look forward to these competitions. If this was the only way to spend time with him, then you’re gonna take it.

“Yoga tomorrow at 8.”

“Tch. Yoga? My grandma does yoga on her deathbed.”

“If you don’t show up, guess it means you forfeit and I win.”

You walk away knowing full well Bakugou won’t back down from a challenge. You hear him shout from across the way.

“Like hell I’d forfeit, loser!”

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You’re warming up before class when the doors swing open and in walks Bakugou with a permanent scowl etched on his face. The class regulars (who are all girls) huddle together whispering about the “hot new guy.”

Bakugou unfolds his mat next to yours.

“Oi, Y/L/N.”

You turn to him, “Morning to you too, Bakugou.”

“Get ready to die,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes at the dramatics.

“Please, I’m sure I can beat someone who yells ‘DIE GERMS’ every time he brushes his teeth.”

Bakugou’s teeth clench at the dig against his personal hygiene habits. You could see the vein on his forehead threatening to pop. Teasing Bakugou always brought a smile to your face. He was just so cute when he got riled up.

“You wanna go, shitty woman!?”

It’s too easy.

“Save that for the field,” you say before returning to your stretches, but you’re interrupted once again.

“Psst.”

You turn to the girl next to you.

“You know him?” She nods at Bakugou stretching with his earphones in. The scowl on his face reads “fuck off”.

“Yeah, why?”

“He’s hot.” The girl sighs in a daze.

I know, girl. Trust me, I know.

Every aspect of Bakugou’s body screams power. He trains harder than most and it shows. The long grueling hours spent going to the gym and honing his quirk have really paid off. From defined shoulders, to the lines of his six pack visible even underneath his shirt, all the way down to the powerful thighs that could crush you in an instant and you would happily thank them for it.

“I can hear you,” Bakugou snaps.

Shit.

Your heart skips a beat, afraid you pulled an Izuku with thinking out loud. Thankfully, he’s referring to the girl next to you who squeaks and returns to her stretches.

Phew… That was a close one.

You clear your throat.

“You better not get us kicked out of this class, too. I actually like yoga.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he smirks.

Bakugou got you both kicked out of the chess club when he went all ‘sparky sparky boom boom man’ on the chess board after you won. The president of the chess club cried. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Now, you both have to play chess in the dorms.

The class begins with simple stretches. You sneak a peek at Bakugou who looks oddly calm for once. You’re used to him either being angry or… being angry. There really was no in between for the boy. But right now, with his eyes closed, he looked almost at peace.

“I can do this in my sleep.”

And of course the moment is ruined the moment he opens his mouth.

“This is only the beginning, my friend,” you say.

Bakugou loses some of his vigor halfway through. He’s huffing and puffing as you go into an intense hip flexor stretch.

“You okay there, buddy?”

You’re sweating a bit by this point, but not as much as Bakugou who’s struggling to keep up.

“I’m fine,” he snaps.

The class goes into the splits. Your split is perfect, but Bakugou is still a little ways off the floor. He tries to subtly wipe the sweat beading down his forehead.

“You know yoga has a ton of amazing benefits. If you keep at it, you could knock someone out going into a downward dog.”

“Shut up,” he grunts. His knees buckle under the pressure of the new position.

“Y/N, can you assist our new student?” Your instructor asks.

The rest of the class turns to you and Bakugou.

“Oi! I don’t need any help, old hag!”

You grimace at his loud tone, a harsh opposition to the otherwise calming atmosphere.

“He doesn’t really mean that,” you try to cover for him.

“Yes, I do! Oi! Stop looking at me dumbass, yes, you over there-”

You muffle his screaming with your hand against his mouth. You place your other hand on his waist and guide him into the correct position. You can tell he’s holding his breath.

“Breathe. That’s it. Now tighten your core like this,” you whisper in his ear. Your hands glide down his stomach. His ears are beet red and he’s looking anywhere, but at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Tch. I’m fine. Now, get your hands off me, shitty woman.”

You sigh. Of course. Should I expect anything else at this point?

All the women bounce up to you at the end of class. They’re giggling and sneaking glances at Bakugou who’s rolling up his mat.

“Who is that?”

“Do you know him, Y/N?”

You’re taken aback. Since when were you on a first name basis with any of these girls? For the past three years you preferred to stay in the back of the class and leave once it ended. The women are a bit… much and they don’t pay much attention to you anyway, just the way you like it, so it’s startling when eager eyes are on you awaiting a response.

“Is he single?” Another girl asks.

I certainly hope so.

The group shushes each other as Bakugou walks up to you.

“Same time next week, loser?”

Next week is his turn to choose the competition. Does he really think he has a chance of getting his splits down in a week?

“You want to do yoga again?”

“Not for our competition, idiot.” The excitement radiating from the group of girls behind you only feeds your heart fluttering in your chest. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but Bakugou has never been interested in meeting up with you outside of class if it’s not for your competition.

You want to be sure of what he’s asking. You couldn’t bear the thought of believing this is leading to something more only for Bakugou to say it’s not.

“If not for our competition, then what for?”

Bakugou looks at you, his cheeks are flushed red and you know it’s not from the yoga anymore.

Holy shit, is this it? Is Bakugou fucking Katsuki actually asking me out? After we just spent the last hour in downward dog? Note to self: I’d like to give a shoutout to the yoga gods that made this possible. You the real ones.

You lean against the wall in an attempt to be casual, but it’s only because your legs are literally shaking from the excitement that Bakugou is asking you out.

Bakugou glances at the girls behind you murmuring between themselves.

“Tch. Forget it.” He grabs his bag and walks out.

Wait. What? No! Come back!

You hear the girls gossiping with each other, all of them excited that Bakugou’s becoming a yoga regular.

“He’s coming back next week!?”

“Ugh! He’s so freaking hot! I can’t even!”

“What should I wear!?”

You don’t pay them any attention as you run out the door in an attempt to salvage... whatever you have with Bakugou. It’s complicated, okay!?

“Bakugou!”

He doesn’t look back, but you know he heard you.

“Bakugou! Wait!”

“What!?” He snaps, but the blush on his cheeks give him away.

“I’m down for the same time next week.”

He crosses his arms and scowls.

“Are you deaf? I said forget it.”

“Oh.”

Bakugou sighs; his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck in a gesture you’ve only seen a couple times from him.

Wait is Bakugou… nervous?

“I know I’m gonna pop off on one of those girls and I don’t want to get you kicked out. I know you like yoga for whatever goddamn reason…”

“What if we had a private yoga class?”

You’re fully prepared to be rejected. Your relationship was one of rivalry and competition, what you’re suggesting would be breaking into new territory, but you were tired of pining. It was better to know he doesn’t like you than to spend your time at U.A. wondering.

Bakugou doesn’t expect that question and you certainly don’t expect his response.

“I do need to practice my splits more.” He looks down at the ground, ashamed for admitting he needs practice. You can tell he doesn’t admit this to just anybody. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of Bakugou viewing you as more than just the extra he claims you are.

“I can help with that,” you say.

“Tch. I don’t need your help.”

You shrug, “Fine, don’t come crying to me when you break your hip. You’ll never be able to take someone down in downward dog.”

“I CAN TAKE ANYONE IN DOWNWARD DOG! JUST YOU WATCH, SHITTY WOMAN!”

You laugh as he childishly stomps off, gripping his palms tight to keep from exploding.

Way too easy.

Bakugou ended up taking Midoriya down in downward dog. Nobody saw it coming, but you. He thanked you with a movie date and a kiss at the end of the night. 😊

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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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Yikes,I know there's bound to be questions but trust me, chapter 3 will answer most of them. Aha,I'm sorry if this chapter is kinda confusing at first,I'm not good at planning out thoughts or stories systemically,it kinda makes it harder for me to write whenever I try to. But here,the second chapter of Raptured! Thank you for reading! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ♥️

[ R a p t u r e d ]

Chapter 2: Banter

In the moment Riddle had finished telling his brothers what conspired with their human captive, the first to speak up was Azul.

"They offered what?" His words were a mix of shock and amusement, gaze fixated on Riddle who seemed almost flustered from how red his cheeks were.

The red haired sighed, sending him a narrow eyed glare before crossing his arms.

"The head of their own brother"

"By their own hands?" Kalim asked aloud, his features scrunched up worryingly. "Isn't that bad? Why would anyone want to kill their own brother so suddenly?"

From the chaise across the room,Leona let out a scoff, lips upturned into a smirk.

"What are you? A five year old? If you give a herbivore the chance of freedom,they'd leave their entire fleet open to make sure they survive. Humans aren't so different."

"Indeed" Vil joined in with a smile of his own. "Humans are very fickle things, they live out their life struggling and as a result they stink of repulsion."

"They can barely even stand on their own.." Idia added thoughtfully and as the gazes of his brothers turned to him, the flames on his hair flickered and he looked away.

"Maybe the isolation's got to their head?"

Riddle let out a scoff, his lips upturned in a sneer almost too vicious to be formed on such a delicate looking face.

"The cottage they were in was secluded from the rest of the village,they were already a reclusive. Why should it bother them now?"

"Maybe Idia has a point" Kalim interjected then "Before they were on their own by choice...and they weren't exactly trapped in a tower either"

"It's all the same" Leona snapped " Damn herbivores will always be too fragile."

"Though, our soft-shelled brothers have a sound reason" Vil's lips curled in an effortless smile,his ever sharp gaze glinting like jewels.

"At this rate our small hare is going to die before the homage from her brother, and that makes all of this pointless."

The room went silent then. Each males having their own thoughts wrapped around the situation.

When they came to a decision to face the hunter who killed their family beast, he was nowhere to be seen and left tending to his cottage was none other than their captive human, a young sibling unaware of what their fool brother had committed. They opted it was easier to simply kidnap them and have their brother come looking since neither one of them wanted to wait around. There was also the fact that the death of the beast had affected their Mother's health greatly, and all seven brothers fumed with rage.

"Our methods doesn't matter anymore" Riddle spoke up, "What's done is done. We can't exactly just put them back where we found them."

"I agree" Azul said "Though if the human dies in our care now, when we're fully able to change their situation, I fear the price of that loss would be great."

"What? Are the humans going to chase us around with pitchforks?" Leona sneered,his sharp fangs visible as he leaned back into the chaste. "You saw how further in their cottage was, chances are the herbivore doesn't even go down to the village often enough for people to notice them missing."

"They can't die." Idia drawled the words out this time,his gaze sharp and harsh as he stared down Leona who all but grinned at his brother.

"Why? Because you like them?" The laugh that barked out from Leona was cruel and Idia flinched.

"Go ahead and save the poor herbivore then,Prince Idia of the lands of burrowed moles. You think they'd ever look at you fondly?"

"Enough." Riddle came between the fight with his own ire and before he sent a glare towards Leona, he let Idia catch the solace in his.

The situation was getting worst. They needed a decision quick.

"You're not a five year old as well,Leona, so keep that tongue of yours tamed"

"What are you? Suddenly playing the role of the Eldest when you can't even reach his height?" Leona scrutinized Riddle with an aggression that seemed ready to claw him in the face, but Riddle kept his own spite and promptly choose to ignore his brother.

Instead,he turned to Azul.

"The hunter should've came back and see his sibling gone, you even sent those eels of yours to make sure he got the hints. Why hasn't he made a single move? It's been two months."

"Maybe he's forgetful?" Kalim chipped in, eyes glowing. Riddle wanted to tap the side of his face and gently tell him to shut up but Vil patted his head instead.

"A forgetful hunter managing to kill a wild beast is unlikely, mein bruder"

Azul crossed his arms,gaze narrowing.

"They've sent word that they have information regarding our human and the whereabouts of their brother"

"And?" Vil prompted.

"I told them to come meet us as soon as they can, which shouldn't be long."

The moment those words were uttered, a dull thud came from the would-be-entrance of the tower, and a familiar voice calling out.

"My Princes! Open the door please!" The urgency of the voice had all the present Princes turning their head, though the one who seemed genuinely surprised and concerned was Kalim.

"That voice..." He said, turning to Azul "Is that who I think it is?"

Azul's lips curled into a knowing smile and with a flick of his fingers, the sound of a door being swung opened then slammed shut could be heard within the tower itself,followed by light rapid footsteps approaching them.

Out of breath and desperately panting, a young girl made a hasty bow as she came before the Princes, though the way her legs slightly trembled suggested that she was near collapsing.

"It is her!" Kalim's eyes grew wide with familiarity, the worry in his voice replaced with joy as he came up to place his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"The last time I saw you, you were still learning how to walk!" Kalim's loud voice seemed to make her flinch but the girl met his gaze with warmth before she bowed her head again.

"Pleasure to meet you again,Prince Kalim." She's heard stories of him, the Prince Fae known to give out bits of his treasures to those who come wishing at his well. It seemed odd to act as if she's known him, but she knew better than to put logic before courtesy. He was one of the seven Princes after all. Acting too smart with them was a fool's mistake.

Before Kalim could say anything else, Azul stepped forward and the girl promptly met his side with a suddenly serious demeanor.

"I'd ask you for the information I had you fetch but I wonder why you were running in the first place?"

The girl laughed dryly if not nervously.

"Floyd wanted to see who could win in a race in getting here,your Highness."

Azul frowned, internally sighing.

"Why on Earth did you agree to that?"

Again, the girl laughed. "He terrifies me,my Prince."

Riddle couldn't place where he's met her, but hearing her words had him internally sympathising her. Azul's leeches were a pair he'd gladly avoid for eternity as well.

"So,you got a changeling to be at your beck and call as well,Azul?" Vil sounded amused as he turned to Azul, but the degrading glance he gave the girl bellied the smile coyly sitting on his lips then.

"She's indebted to us anyway" Azul stated simply "Why not put her to work?"

His gaze returned to the girl.

"What do you have about our human then?"

It took a full ten minutes for the young changeling to inform them of what she's managed to compile on their human and hunter. Turns out they aren't related by blood but by marriage. Apparently most of the villagers knew of the hunter but rarely saw the younger sibling as they took more liking in staying indoors. There was also talk that their relationship with one another was never close and answered Riddle's question as to why he hadn't showed up yet.

"So, he's just going to leave his sibling at our mercy?" Kalim asked,he had his expression scrunched up with worry and pity again but Leona shared none of it and only growled with distaste.

"There won't be mercy if they're left with us a second longer"

Riddle caught the flicker of Idia's flames and instantly reacted.

"Threaten to murder our captive one more time and I'll have your head,Leona."

"Hah, you're trying to scare me,Riddle?" Leona sneered,fangs glistening with malice. He's been irritated by the whole situation since the beginning. Taking in a human in hopes that another would appear to save them, it was all a damn fairytale. Leona knew humans were selfish, his brothers should've had that piece of common sense drilled into their heads as well. No one was going to play hero for their captive.

Riddle gritted his teeth and again instead of lashing out senselessly, he swirled around to face the changeling. Every bit of his anger flaring in his grey gaze.

"Where's the hunter now?" He asked,though it sounded painfully like a death threat.

The changeling bowed her head.

"He's at the human King's palace,Prince Riddle. King Aothor ...of Nostorne"

The words sent the entire room tilting, and Riddle would've gripped her by her neck if Azul hadn't stepped forward.

"King? Since when did the humans have a King?" The last time they came to the world,their mother's shrine was built almost everywhere to acknowledge her ruling. Had times changed so drastically since their absence?

"Yes. It's been this way for years now. A dukedom raised after Her Most Divine's departure from the human realm and ever since then a lineage of human nobles have taken the throne as the Human ruler."

"My, how futuristic, and here we were in the guise that we still sat on the top of their world" Vil was laughing but his words cut into the tension of the room like a blade coated in venom and the changeling girl shifted uncomfortably.

"It seems like the order of the slaughtering was made by him and ultimately fulfilled by the hunter. His name is Cyril and he's being celebrated by the King for his bravery."

Leona heaved a heavy sigh,leaning once more into his chaise. He looked ready to fall into a deep slumber already but his irritation kept him awake.

"So,we have information. Now what's the plan?"

***

Jade and Floyd,two of Azul's trusted companions came into the situation while the Princes were sorting out their thoughts and opinions (Which all greatly contradict one another) and brought word that their hunter had refused to save their sibling in a conversation Jade overheard him had with another hunter right before he was called on by the King.

"He said he knew of the Fae's trick and that by taking something of theirs as his own, he'd gladly give anything they took from him as compensation." Jade explained in his usual matter-of-fact tone,his mismatched gaze still and knowing.

Riddle clicked his tongue, brows furrowing. Idia's was the most sympathetic along with Kalim while Leona and Vil seemed ready to send a fleet of their army to storm into the human villages.

"I'm not really surprised though" Floyd spoke up lazily "He seems like a guy who'd do that kind of thing anyways"

"But now the Princes are stuck with keeping a human captive in their care", Boe,the young changeling from earlier, pointed out grimly.

"What if we sent you to negotiate with him in our stead?" Idia suggested which earned a rather hasty look from the girl.

"Human royals don't take too kindly to my kind,Prince Idia. I doubt he'd even let me enter"

Leona let out a menacing growl. One that reverberated through the tower walls.

"This is going nowhere. Riddle, go up to that damn herbivore and have them beg their brother come and pay his homage so we can give them back."

Riddle frowned.

"You heard the changeling,Leona. If their relationship with their brother is as bad as we've heard, do you really think they'd beg for him to come save them?"

"Couldn't you talk some sense in them?" Azul had eyes turning once more to the young changeling who all but reluctantly slumped her shoulders.

"I don't see how me being the one talking will get them to cooperate..."

"Clamshell,you should at least try,right?" Floyd's smile was sickly sweet and when he attempted to sling his arm over her shoulders, she avoided the outcome by shifting close to Jade.

"What would you want me to say to them?"

"The offer they gave" Riddle said "Have them elaborate more on that. I'm not going into a deal without knowing why it was proposed in the first place."

There was hesitation in her eyes but it was swiftly changed to a silent resolve as she nodded her head.

"I'll see what I can do."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst mc #twst wonderland yandere #twst riddle #twst azul #twst idia #twst kalim #twst vil #twst Leona #twst jade #twst floyd #twst fanfic

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Can i request a scenario where Atsumu’s girlfriend feels lonely because he barely had time for her so he dedicates his weekend to her

No worries! Realistically, as much as I’d like Atsumu to dedicate an entire weekend, he’d still give a good portion of it to volleyball cause that’s just how he is. In any case, I still hope you enjoy the scenario I did, that explored the ‘lonely’ part and ‘spending time together’ part in equal portions.

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

WHAT I’M HERE FOR.

Although dating Atsumu was certainly a thrilling endeavour, it also happened to be a rather lonely one.

Miya Atsumu was something akin to the illustrious ‘Forbidden Fruit.’

He was a scorching red that disrupted the serenity and tranquillity of the garden. He was a pulsating, bleeding crimson heart that tantalised you from afar. He was alluring and he knew it. He burned everyone that he touched and yet he’d draw them in all the same. He was searing, he was like scalding water. If you got too close, not only would he evade you but he’d manage to singe you in the process.

Being with him was like a lucid dream.

He was elusive, too elusive.

A relationship with him was not quite the romantic comedy you had asked for. Being second to volleyball is something that was both bitter on the tongue yet mesmerising on the eyes. Atsumu’s passion, however scorching, never failed to ignite something that was reminiscent to childish glee inside of you. He brought it out of everyone. From his opponents, his teammates, the crowd, it didn’t matter, but Atsumu was what they meant when they say:

You can’t look away.

Finishing your club activities, you looked longingly at the gym and sighed as you offered a small smile to your friends who were waiting up ahead. Inarizaki was a prestigious school, one that took great pride in their sporting, particularly well known for their volleyball team. As such, their practice always extended until the skies were coloured with purple sunsets and stars.

[5:32 PM]

hey~ you free to hang out this weekend tsumu? theres a festival nearby which might be fun to go to!

[5:40 PM]

sorry babe

captains makin all the practices longer cause of nationals

- 3 -

dunno if ill be able to

[5:42 PM]

all g! you better do well then, if you get knocked out of the first round of nationals I’ll kill you

[5:45 PM]

come on babe, its me we’re talkin bout here~

;))))

breaks bout to end so ill text ya later

thnx for bein chill babe~

You couldn’t help but sigh as you let your phone fall from your vision to your side before roughly shoving it into the depths of your pockets. Your group of friends eyed you warily.

“[Name]-chan, if he never spends that much time with you, is there really a point being with him?”

It was a question your friends often asked. Never out of malice, but always out of genuine curiosity and concern whenever they see you look at your phone solemnly. Unfortunately, you’ve asked yourself that question a few times too.

It was almost unbearable, like being put on a diet. He was the taste of all chocolates, candies and lollipops that you’d snack on but was always hidden away, as if his enjoyment was a ‘one time’ thing per week. You hated the fact that it felt like your relationship was just like those candies, stowed away on the top shelf, only to come whenever he felt like it. He was tumultuous and exciting but he left you feeling cold for he always went away too soon.

It’s not as if you didn’t get it. He loved volleyball, it was his passion, it was his world and that was completely okay. You knew all that and yet… it always felt as if you clung onto the relationship a bit tighter than he did.

Even so, you had always answered that question with a shaky, but determined ‘yes.’

“I don’t really know. Nationals are coming up though so it’s natural that he’d be extra busy, he’s practicing hard so, I really can’t blame him for that, you know?”

Now, you weren’t so sure.

You smiled through the cracks on your teeth as you all continued on your way.

~*~

“Ouch.”

“ACK–!”

Atsumu choked out a strangled scream as his bottle flew out of his hands before he eventually caught it in a hurried motion saving it from plummeting to the ground, turning to give his most withering glare he could muster to the source of his near death experience before deadpanning to find an identical deadpan boring into him. Osamu, being completely immune to Atsumu’s glares only shrugged nonchalantly as he made a gesture to fill his own bottle by the taps before glancing casually up at his fuming brother.

“That sure doesn’t sound too good ta me ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu had gone to fill his bottle at the drink taps just outside the gym but he had stumbled on the conversation you had been having with your friends by accident. Osamu had apparently followed and thought it was necessary to almost completely blow his cover by nearly shocking him into a seizure. Atsumu’s scowl deepened in spite of the guilt and concern gnawing his mind as he harrumphed angrily.

“It’s none of ya damn business ‘Samu!” he retorted stubbornly, looking away so that his brother couldn’t see the distress on his face.

Osamu snorted. Even if he couldn’t see his brother’s face, he (unfortunately) had sixteen years of experience to document Atsumu’s irrational behaviours and idiosyncrasies tucked away in a rather large folder in his mind. Osamu’s not too happy about that folder occupying as large of a space as it did but he definitely didn’t want to see it get bigger by adding a ‘heartbroken ‘tsumu’ subheading.

“If I were you bro, I’d do something about it. Last thing I want is ta deal with yer crying ass and ya eating my pudding to ease ya through the inevitable break up.”

Atsumu stilled at that word: ‘breakup.’

He didn’t think that you guys were broken, nor did it feel as if you guys were losing your feelings. Atsumu was a man of the highest calibre. He never half-assed anything and he held the same standard for everyone he was acquainted with. It was often the decider if people hated or liked him.

For you, it was a decider that you loved him. He was sure of it.

Atsumu furrowed his brows in determination. He was a man that pushed things to the limits and he most certainly did not settle for mediocrity. Whatever it is, he was going to make sure you’d both get through it.

“Fuck you ‘Samu, ya can keep yer damn pudding, just watch, I’ll—‘SAMU!”

As per usual, Osamu had left Atsumu in the middle of his epiphany. Seriously, who does that bastard think he is!?

~*~

Since you had nothing better to do, you decided to get a start on studying on the Saturday, not that you were too happy about having to spend another weekend alone.

Your solitude, however, was sourly interrupted by rapid banging on your door. Aggravated to have your rare ounce of motivation disrupted, you flung open the door with a bit more force than necessary only to be met with your boyfriend, still sweaty from practice.

“[Name]-chan!? What’re ya doing, hurry up and get ready, we have a festival to catch don’t we?” Atsumu gasped out, perhaps on a small adrenaline high after practice. You were a little taken back by his enthusiasm before you narrowed your eyes.

“I thought you couldn’t make it? You can’t just come here expecting me to hang out with you just because you’re suddenly up for it ‘Tsumu,” you say slowly, wincing to hear your words come out a little more scathing than what you’re used to. It’s not as if you had anything planned for the day but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that he’d act as if he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Atsumu’s eyes flashed momentarily with guilt and he chewed the inside of his cheek before he ducked his head, looking up at you with his burning caramel eyes. “I know but, couldya give me a chance to make it up ta ya? Please [Name]-chan~” he whined pathetically, dramatically clapping his hands in front of his face as he screwed his eyes shut, pouting. You sighed, not finding the heart to ever deny him, you swore you would one day build up immunity to his puppy pouts.

“Fine, fine, just let me get dressed properly.”

His eyes suddenly snapped open, lighting up with a friendly suggestion on the tip of his tongue—

“Alone asshole.”

He grimaced to have the door slammed in his face… yeah, he probably deserved that.

~*~

“Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, you have to get me that jumbo fox plushy!”

Atsumu couldn’t hide his grin for a moment to see the way your eyes lit up at all the decorations than hung overhead on wires or ornaments on stalls as you cooed and awed at all the different ones. He realised it had been way too long since he got to see you get so excited like this, to see your eyes shimmer like diamonds and your smile crystallise like stalactites. Even if there were lights illuminating the area, he was certain that you had to be the one powering all of them.

“Eh~? Aren’tcha a little too old for plushies?” he teased gently, murmuring in a soft voice that was reserved just for your ears.

You waved him off dismissively, your eyes drawn to the golden fox that reminded you a little too much of your own cunning boyfriend. “Nonsense, you can never be too old for cute things. Besides, you’re a brat and yet I’m still dating you, aren’t I?”

Atsumu’s frowned, adamantly squawking, “I am not a brat you–” he broke himself off for a moment before his lips curled into a sleazy Cheshire grin. “Oh? So you think I’m cute, do you?”

You deadpanned, unamused. “Well you’re not good for much else other than volleyball or being an asshole, are you?”

Atsumu winced, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly, resisting the urge to further prove your point by puffing out his cheeks. “Mean! Yer so mean [Name]-chan! I finally take you out and this is the thanks I get!? Why am I even dating ya anyway!?”

The words had tactlessly slipped out in a fit of momentum and for a moment, he stiffened, like he wanted to take it back upon realising that the reason why he had done this is because your very relationship was on the brink. He suddenly stumbled over his words, getting flustered as he tried to find the best way to reword it. You blinked curiously, mulling over what could have spurred such a reaction. Briefly, you wondered if he had heard you when you were with your friends… that he had somehow known of your doubts.

“I mean, course I know why I like ya! Yer–!”

You patiently listened to Atsumu as he listed all the little things you do, all the little trivial stuff that you never even noticed about yourself to you. In less than eloquent words, he admired how assertive you were with him, how you always spoke your mind and lately you hadn’t been doing that. He was clearly growing more and more embarrassed at the sheer honesty of it all and with each stumble he made that fractured his swollen pride, it was like he put a Band-Aid on the doubts in your mind.

You suddenly brought his neck down and he lurched before his forehead was pressed to yours as you kissed the corner of his mouth, immediately putting a halt to his rather humiliating spiel of emotions.

“You’re really not good at this whole, emotional honesty thing, are you? No wonder I had to confess first.” You snickered to yourself and Atsumu cringed in chagrin, ready to rebut as his cheeks flared red before you smiled adoringly at him. “Thank you for that and for today ‘Tsumu. I’m sorry that you somehow had to figure out I was having doubts rather than me just being up front about it. But, I love you ‘Tsumu, I really do.”

You grinned, your nose brushing against his as the two of you stood in the middle of the path. People were probably staring at you but neither of you particularly cared as you beamed at him, watching his ears turn a shade darker.

“This, you, are exactly what I signed up for when I asked you out. I love your passion for volleyball, I find it hilarious that you can be an absolute dick to everyone but you can’t even properly admit to yourself when you’re genuinely moved. You’re a bit of an idiot and all asshole, but that’s exactly what I’m here for. But, please don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I say I want to see you more. I mean, that’s what relationships are for, to get laid and feel the good stuff you know.”

Atsumu had been stunned into silence, the way his scrutinising eyes laid you bare made you flush but you held your ground confidently. “Heh,” he let out, albeit breathless and trying to cover up his own mortification as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I thought ‘getting laid’ and ‘feeling the good stuff’ were the same thing.” He laughed when you playfully smacked his chest and although the grin he sported was of the devilish variety, the warmth he held in his smouldering golden eyes was more than enough to express how touched he really was.

“Well,” he growled under his breath as his lips hovered above your ear, drawing you in close by slithering his arms around your waist. “I’d be more than happy ta listen ta any request ya have if ya put it like that.”

He suddenly felt the warmth by his neck stolen away as you slipped out of his hold by bobbing down, his teeth clamping on thin air as he whined to see you duck away from his hold with a sneaky grin.

“You still owe me dunderhead. I want that fox.”

“But ya already got a fox right ‘ere!”

“Hmm, I think I’ve forgotten what makes you the number one setter in the high school prefectures, I think I need a reminder~”

“NOW YER ASKIN’ FOR IT–!”

Even if the two of you were a little embarrassed to openly discuss your feelings all the time, which, more often than not, was disguised under bouts of bickering and teasing, if there’s one thing the two of you knew very well:

You both knew exactly what you were here for…

To get laid and feel the good stuff obviously.

(And to be with each other you supposed)

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya twins #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu #request #i wrote too much for this asshole #jokes too much is never enough for the miya twins

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