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spineless-lobster · 1 year

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Egg and Soldiers: A musical analysis of Pat and the Captain

*long post warning*

Okay! So some of you may have noticed that I (along with a few others) use the alt ship name for patcap which is “Egg and Soldier” while also being a delicious breakfast, it mainly refers to the song “Egg and Soldiers” by Cosmo Sheldrake, which is what I originated it from. The song very much reminds me of their characters and I would like to share my analysis with all of you!

Before we begin, please note that this is *my* interpretation of the song. It’s not the artist’s interpretation and you are totally free to disagree with me or come to your own conclusions.

Also please bear with me if my thoughts don’t seem coherent lol

All lyrics will be italicized, and I’ve added the song just in case you wanna listen. Let’s begin! :)

I was looking over at my shoulder

Only thinking of the short term

But time was looking back at me

I interpret this first line through the Captain’s point of view. I imagine him looking over his shoulder (rather than at) as in looking back on his life. “Only thinking of the short term” may reference his connection to the war. He doesn’t acknowledge who he was before or after the war. He only focuses on what he was during that time, a soldier. “But time was looking back at me” can be a reflection of his insecurities regarding aging (see: “supple as the day I died” “I’m in my bally prime” him trying to beat his record of 2:30, and Ben calling him “the wrong side of 40” in the Inside Ghosts podcast) but I also see it as him reflecting on his regrets. (which I will get into later)

Every day I eat an egg and soldier

Then I sit a little longer

On a blanket made for three

This stanza is more about Pat. The first bit is honestly just about how much he loves eggs lol. But I connect the next two lines to Carol’s affair with Morris. The “blanket made for three” is about Morris’ involvement in the marriage. What’s supposed to be for Pat and Carol now has a third party, thus the blanket (the marriage) is made for three.

Swap cow for bean and grow a stalk

To tangle with the clouds

I like to think this refers to Pat’s ignorance to Carol’s affair. He’s up in the clouds, unaware of all that is happening right under his nose.

Plant poems in the barren ground

Honestly all I can think of when I hear this line is the Captain burying the letter. The ground being “barren” because really, no matter how hard he tries, his efforts to repress that part of himself are fruitless.

Blow doldrums round and round

Cut the brambles down

Search for heaven underground

It was lost but now it's found

“Doldrums” refers to a state of inactivity, stagnation, or depression. Kind of like the endless purgatory of being a ghost, huh? Said doldrums being blown around could connect to Alison coming into their (after)lives and spicing it up a bit.

The rest of this section I believe still refers to the Captain’s letter. “Search for heaven underground” once again represents him trying to find solace by burying his emotions and by literally burying the letter. “It was lost but now it’s found” could mean Mike accidentally uncovering and blowing up the bomb. But it could also represent his character growth. He’s slowly uncovering lost parts of himself that he has denied for his whole life. (See: “I’m…” in “Something To Share?”)

For we drank the ocean

I interpret this line as an alternative to the term “biting off more than you can chew”. The struggles in their life (repression, ignoring issues, etc.) all become too much, resulting in the inner conflicts both characters have.

We'll play while Venice drowns

Once again referring to Pat’s ignorance (willful or not) to Carol’s affair. His marriage was falling apart and he didn’t even know it.

Submarines won't save us now

The Captain using the war as a means of ignoring who he is as a person, along with burying any emotion that conveys vulnerability won’t exactly make his problems go away. (If anything, those ARE his problems)

We climbed a hill but then fell down x3

I think this refers to the tragic timing of their deaths. Pat had a wife, a child, his scouts, friends, anything an average family man had at the time. And it was all stripped away from him. The same thing goes for the Captain, he just came back from a victorious war, he was decorated with medals and most likely received a pension. He was promised a fresh start and he was just getting his normal life back before he died, unfortunately he’ll never get to live it.

(Chorus that I don’t need to go over again lol)

All hail Tom Thumb

The main theme in the story of Tom Thumb is that anyone can overcome hardships no matter who they are. I feel that this relates to all the ghosts. They all had their personal struggles in their life, yet they died before they could overcome them. Still, despite this, they all try to grow, change, develop and overcome challenges.

What's done is done

This line once again plays into the theme of regret. Pat will never be able to fix things with Carol. He can’t go back and catch the signs earlier, he can’t be more spontaneous for her, it’s over. The Captain will never see Havers again. He can’t tell him how he felt (or still feels), he can’t go back to being the man he was before the war, those things are all dead and gone and he can’t do anything about it.

You'll never find the answer 'til it's gone

This relates to regret for one final time, you don’t know what opportunities you have until they’re taken away. This could also possibly relate to the endless mystery of getting sucked off. The ghosts still don’t know what the after-afterlife is like, they don’t know what causes them to get sucked off (yes it involves character development, but the timing is still completely random), and I’m sure many of them are still questioning whether or not there’s a heaven or hell or if they just go *poof* into nothingness.

I hope this made some sense! An ask prompted this whole thing, and I have an explanation for almost every song on my Ghosts playlist, so don’t be afraid to ask questions!

Drink some water, take your meds, have a snack, bind safely, and have a lovely day! :)

#I tried to tag the person who sent the ask but they wouldn’t show up I’m so sorry 😭#they were @kwylos I believe #anyways I hope you enjoyed this rant about one of my favourite songs lol #I suggest you check out Cosmo’s music it’s weird and funky and he makes little goblin wizard sounds #this might be one of the longest posts I’ve made lol #bbc ghosts #the captain #pat butcher #egg and soldier #long post

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moonsidesong · 1 year

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played the fangame danganronpa another with a friend and i didn't really like the ending but i very much enjoyed mekaru bc she's just woman byakuya togami. i'm going to talk a lot in the tags now

#the translation was kinda weird and bad but you get used to it after a while #i do plan on playing the sequel just cause me and my friends enjoy playing murder mysteries #oh uh spoilers beyond this point i'm gonna give some hot takes for. the 3 followers that care about dangit grandpa #anyway uh. ending. yeah i'm definitely biased bc i don't really like sad endings for the most part #but i didn't really. like it.#i'm not really opposed to the idea necessarily of the protagonist NOT being a survivor it's definitely interesting #but given that this game's take on hope vs despair is that 'hope is created not found'#i thought it kinda sucked that they just left maeda/utsuro to die despite obviously being the one suffering the most #also i didnt. like. kisaragi much. him/his alter ego being the epic savior in the end sucked bad not gonna lie #i thought he was really interesting in his initial appearance bc he was someone who Knew what was happening #but was rendered unable to communicate any of it bc of his brain damage #but then he dies (which was expected wasn't really upset about it) and from there you only have flashbacks to go off of #and then he's just kinda boring #it'd be one thing if he was a heroic reliable person we knew from the start but he's just this. guy that shows up in chapter 5 #and we get told he's like the best we should trust him and believe in him but. like. idk this guy! it didn't feel earned #anyway kinjou was. a character. for sure.#i liked his arc and all but when they revealed in the ending that Oh actually his beliefs on crime haven't changed at all lol<3 #he still only thinks in extremes even after all that mess about recognizing the murders were done in gray area circumstances #so like what was that all FOR #also. like. Goddddd. GODDDD. AKANE TAIRA. UGH #when she gets revealed as the mastermind and she's like going crazy off the walls sillygoofy despair lady I thought she was really fun!!!#i enjoyed her quite a lot!!!!#but then utsuro gets involved and she's just immediately extremely pathetic #she just immediately loses all presence bc she just stops taking any authority as the mastermind and is like ouwuoiuuh utsuro samaaaa #i thought her being a maid but actually is a girlboss would be a FUN SUBVERSION but nah we just have peko pekoyama 2: evil this time #like when are we gonna be done with the trope of Woman is cool and powerful until Man shes subservient to is involved and then she's a wuss #it sucks it SUUUUCKS #utsuro himself is. fine. he's basically just bootleg izuru but i didn't really mind that i thought his origins were kinda interesting #anyway i'm out of tags so i guess that's the end of my hot takes #i liked the individual cases! i liked mekaru! ending was kinda bad. goofbye

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 10 months

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Guess who finally completed that "Girl Talk" fic featuring Sonic and Tails talking about Amy today right in time for Wholesome Wednesday tomorrowww 😎

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thebigshotman · 4 months

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*…How are the others ta-taking it? Y’know…that I’m spending the holidays with Eileen this year…

*I myself wasn’t entirely surprised, although the others were certainly taken aback. Navy most of all; he’s worried you’re abandoning us again.

*I’m not!!

*I know. But you did ask.

Spam falls silent, turning back to his chamomile tea that Saffron just brewed for him. Although the other Addisons have taken the day off for Christmas, Saffron is expecting a few customers picking up flower arrangements for their loved ones today. While waiting for them he’s more than happy to chat with him, even if things are a little awkward at the moment. Saffron finishes taking a sip of his own tea before continuing to speak.

*Coral just hopes you’re okay. And Clem…I’m quite worried about her. She locks up whenever anyone says your name, but it’s not like before. It’s like she doesn’t know whether to go check on you or leave you to your own devices. Call it wishful thinking, but I have a feeling she’ll be coming around next.

*Coming around…?

*To the fact that you’ve changed. And to the fact that we can still be a family despite that.

Spam falls unusually quiet at that, forcing himself to take a long, hard sip of the tea to try to calm down and hope he doesn’t burst. But even though he’s back in his old body, he’s not the kind of person to hold things in. Something inside bends to the point of snapping, and the saucer with the teacup still on it is set down forcefully next to Saffron as he vaults off the counter.

*Spamton…?

*How…H-How are you so calm about everything?! I just show up unexpectedly in my old body again and you’re acting like it’s an ordinary Tuesday, brewing tea and talking with me like nothing’s wrong!! I didn’t do this to myself, the audience did! I’ll be back to my broken state sooner than later-how is this sitting right with yo-you?!

*…Ah. So that’s your trouble.

Recognizing his anxieties and frustration, Saffron sets his cup aside as well and slides off of the counter, putting a hand on his shoulder.

*Truthfully, it doesn’t sit right with me, Spamton. Not at all. I hate that you’ve been cursed like this. But I’ve been making peace with the fact that after 25 years, this is how things are for you now. Your body and your voice, and most of all your mind, are unlikely to change unless your strange customers will it, like right now. All I can do is change mine and accept you as you are now. You may think you are broken, and that may be true from a certain point of view…but to me, you are still like a brother. I support you, as long as you aren’t harming yourself. I-

He’s cut off by Spam’s hands digging into his back in a tight, aggressive hug, and when he feels him shaking he realizes he’s crying. Two rivers flowing down his temporarily organic eyes, his face burrowed in Saffron’s shoulder. The Yellow Addison doesn’t continue his speech after that, instead gently rubbing the little salesman’s back. Only stopping a couple of minutes later, when Spam’s voice, hiccuping with both static and sobs, ventures to speak again.

*Can’t…can’t you just t-tell the rest of them t-that? Just tell them I’ve chan-changed…

Saffron sighs.

*If only if were that simple, Spamton. They need to realize all of that on their own; otherwise, things are no different than they were in the alley that day. Forcing them won’t do any good. But…I do have a suggestion.

The former White Addison’s head raises from his shoulder, head turning to see Saffron as he wipes his tears with his arm.

*After the holidays, I would contact us, somehow. Don’t worry, I will pretend I had nothing to do with it. Say you want to talk to us. And tell them, upfront, however your voice decides to say it, that you’ve changed. It might not fix things overnight, but…I have a feeling it might start it.

Spam nods, allowing himself to break from the hug.

*Ok. Ok…I’ll try it. Thank you, Saff…

The Yellow Addison ruffles Spam’s hair affectionately, earning a good-natured grumbled from him as his half-black half-white hair is further mixed up. He passes him back his teacup before picking up his own.

*Better finish this up before you head back out.

*Why? Do you have custom-customers coming??

*Possibly. But more importantly, you have friends that want to give you gifts for the season, don’t you? Don’t keep them waiting.

Spamton’s eyes flutter open widely with a sudden jolt of remembering, and with that he hurriedly downs the rest of his tea all at once with a loud gulp. He sputters for a moment from how hot it is, having forgotten what it’s like to being able to process the temperature of hot food and drinks, before wiping away the rest of his tears and handing the empty cup back to Saffron.

*Of course!! I can’t access my Inventory right now, but in a day or two stop by my shop, alright, Saff? I’ll give you a little something for everything today!

*…Of course, Spamton.

And with that, and several lagging frames, he went dashing out of the flower shop and off into the cool winter air of Castle Town. Leaving Saffron to enjoy the rest of his tea by himself.

There has to be something I can do to help him aside from just supporting his decisions…

#(have a very merry and slightly angsty thingie between spam and saffron! as promised 😁)#(definitely inspired by that one heart to heart over tea pink and spam have in the Defragmentation comic for sure)#(ok NOW gifts will be coming soon lol. still though I hope you enjoyed!)#ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #SAFFRON-yellow addison #m!a: an (out of date) addison again

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holly-fixation · 2 years

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An Astral Myth: Chapter 3

Summary: Cloud Strife is a student at Midgar U, who decided to take art history as an elective. But when an assignment on an “obscure god” (nothing Shiva or he gets stabbed with an ice pick) causes repeated dreams of swirling pink clouds in a blue sky, Cloud has to find out what it means. And the best place to start: seeing the statue for himself. He never expected the statue to be the god and himself. Now thoroughly panicked and seeing a meteor streak in the sky 24/7, he swallowed all his pride and asked his friends for help.

Inspired by this art by @hueyoart and the concept by @ehrenyu on Twitter.

Please Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Planning

Cloud did not tell them a single word of what was going on. He only told them they needed to see the statue before they believed him. How would anyone believe this supernatural crap was happening without proof? What kind of world did they live in? This wasn’t a fantasy. A confusing, messed up nightmare was the only conclusion Cloud would accept at the moment. Zack backed off because of the specificity of the request and the location they agreed to meet in. Aerith sweetly tried to suggest more information from him, but he was unyielding in his request. The couple was even more concerned when he told them to check out any exhibits they were interested in before they went to the statue, because they would immediately lose their desire for other information. Aerith and Zack looked at each other before agreeing that they should check out whatever he’s worried about first, no matter what. Cloud honestly forgot it was Aerith’s idea for Cloud to check out the statue in the first place, to stop his recurring nightmare. In hindsight, the advice worked. The sleeping nightmare stopped, and a comet-like streak appeared in the sky.

Weaving their way through the museum, Cloud was surprised by the extreme focus of Zack and Aerith. They never turned away, no matter how interesting or exotic or extravagant the exhibits were, from their goal of Cloud’s enigma. He had no idea what he did to deserve friends like them. Gods he was happy he had them.

Finally, through one more door to a large open room, they made it to the new exhibit, the ceiling just as tall and the ornate sunlight just as stunning as it illuminated the statue of Cloud’s despair: Reunion. He didn’t want to see the look of shock on their faces so he looked down when he heard Aerith’s gasp. He stared ahead at the statue of the god and himself, his eyes flicking between the two carved faces, taking deliberate breaths in an attempt to keep himself calm.

“...What?!” Zack almost shouted in confusion and bewilderment, only wrapping an arm around Aerith after she used her hands to cover her mouth. He tried to comfort her. Aerith tried not to make another sound, her eyes moving rapidly across every detail of the sacrifice. She needed to help Cloud. She needed every semblance of self control over her emotions to help her friend.

To both of their surprise, Zack was the first to respond, moving from his girlfriend to the blonde and placing a hand on the shoulder. “That’s, uh…” He still struggled for something to say.

“It’s me…” Cloud confirmed hopelessly. It was the first time he voiced this fact out loud. He did not move from or look at his friend. “Without a doubt…”

“He’s what you saw in the dreams?” Aerith asked with a hand on his opposite shoulder, leaning in front of him to force his eyes out of his thoughts. “The god? ‘Sephiroth’?”

He nodded before explaining, “After I saw the statue, instead of the light, I saw that god. I saw his eyes.” A sharp ping ran through his mind, and he held his head softly with one hand, lowering his eyes from the statue to the ground.

The couple looked back at the statue. The eyes were blank, no pupils or irises.

“And he told me ‘The time is now’ and…” He started the story too late, and sighed before holding his head. “It was the same voice of this guy I passed on the street. I found him on Warker and…” He didn’t want to meet their gazes when they saw this either. He only held out his phone with another exhale.

They both stared for a few seconds, reading the conversation and seeing the complete chance of the shared name. Another face that was the same as the statue.

Zack was the only one who could think of a brighter sight to this phenomenon. “At least you’re not alone…” He added slowly, before he glanced at the marble again and regretted realizing the event portrayed.

But Cloud, after nearly a week of sleep deprivation from this dream, laughed sadly in response. It wasn’t loud or unsettling. It was just…sad. “If he doesn’t stab me on Sunday…”

Aerith forced herself to ask the obvious question, “Are you okay?”

Cloud shook his head methodically.

“When was the last time you ate?”

That question surprised him. He scratched the back of his neck as he thought. “Uh… maybe 10?”

She pursed her lip. “Then let’s leave the museum, get some food, and come up with a plan.” She always made everything sound so easy, even as she rested her kind expression to concern. “Then, no matter what happens tomorrow, you can sleep a little easier tonight knowing you prepared.”

Cloud nodded slowly and opened his mouth to respond, but Zack cut him off.

“This one’s on me.” He watched Cloud try to protest, and he shook his head. “There’s a ramen place I’ve been meaning to try out. And if it’s my pick, it’s my treat.” Realistically, he wanted to take Aerith there alone first, but Cloud needed the excuse. It put less of the burden on the blonde’s shoulders, easing a bit of the anxiety.

“...okay…” He mumbled after a minute, giving into the caring grips of his friends.

But just as they were leaving the room, Zack gave one final look to the statue and saw the flash of someone taking a photo of the piece, before they glared at the result on their screen in disappointment. Another idea popped into his head. After everything Cloud told Aerith, he needed to see the results. “Wait.” He looked up in thought, his head knocked back with forcefully closed eyes as both of them looked at him. “You said no one can take a visible picture of the statue, right?”

They both nodded quickly, but Cloud’s expression slowly dropped with a groan.

“Damn it. That’s a good idea…” Cloud took out his phone as Aerith watched with a confused tilt of her head. He didn’t explain, he only took a few steps closer to a statue and snapped a picture.

There was no glare.

It was gorgeous. It wasn’t just the natural majesty this statue radiated, it’s color returned. Many statues in museums were previously painted, and sadly that beauty was lost to time. But Cloud just brought it back. The golden halos, the silver hair, the black wing, the white wings, the pale skin, the blonde hair, the blue wrap, the clouds dusted in pink at the bottom. Stunning, beautiful, amazing. But beyond the shock of the two friends, Cloud zoomed in on the faces at the center. The statue of himself had its eyes closed in acceptance, but the god’s eyes were looking at Him. Not the other half of the statue, not the sacrifice with a sword through it, not Reunion. The mako blue, snake-like eyes of the god were staring straight at the real, living Cloud.

They all froze, trying to process this unreal discovery. Cloud knew he should be used to it by now, but he really wasn’t. None of this was okay. None of it. It took a moment before any of them spoke.

“...Alright,” Zack grabbed Cloud’s arm kindly to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts. “I think it’s time to eat. Do you think it’s time to eat?”

Cloud nodded, thankful to his old friend and repeating in the same cadence, “Yes I think it’s time to eat.”

Aerith chimed in with the same rhythm as well. “Then let’s go get something to eat.”

And finally, finally, without turning back, they left the accursed exhibit. The accursed museum. They left it all behind them on their side quest for sustenance. It also gave them time to plan. Well, realistically, it gave Aerith time to plan. Zack currently had a new one in motion: to keep Cloud distracted. He talked about the options on the menu while showing pictures to him, he talked about reviews for the place, he talked about how every TV screen played anime instead of chocobo races or some other sport, then they somehow ended up on the topic of Zack’s amazing and entertaining work stories, for better or worse, which, at long last, got a real laugh out of Cloud. Zack’s plan was certainly a success, despite the simple fact that Cloud absolutely knew what Zack was trying to do. Though the goal was to distract him like a little kid, and… he was thankful. Gods he was thankful.

* * *

Halfway through their meal, with their stomachs finally agreeing with their minds, clearing enough of their completely understandable panic, it was time. Cloud felt the shift in tone from the couple and flushed with fluttering anxiety in his chest. He pushed around a fishcake in his bowl to avoid eye contact, watching the white and pink treat sink and rise in the yellow broth.

“Alright,” Aerith spoke first and nodded to Zack, who nodded back instantly.

“First things first,” Zack added, “you are not allowed to make decisions on your own right now.”

He looked up in bewilderment, his brows scrunched, his blue eyes openly showing his startled thoughts. “But-”

“You agreed to meet a man you never met who may potentially stab you, within a week of these weird dreams.” Zack watched Cloud glare away, the younger man’s process of understanding ‘okay yeah that’s a fair point’ completely visible on his face. “All we ask is you run it by one of us before going for it, okay?”

The blonde nodded shamefully, but then he looked at Aerith with begging eyes. “Is there any way you have any pepper spray I can borrow?”

“Of course!” She practically whipped out her small pink purse and dug the red contraption out of the bottom of the bag, then she held it out for him to take. “Can’t be too careful, you know.”

Cloud looked at her eyes in panic. “Is that your pepper spray? I can’t take that.”

“I have two.” She pulled out another one, but it was pink. “Can’t be too careful. I’m a girl walking around a city all day, who is friends with other girls walking around a city all day. I lend them this one if they need to go home alone,” She explained with a smile. “Just give it back when you��re done.”

He hesitated but eventually gave in and took the weapon. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.” Now she moved on, seriousness in her face as she questioned him, “Now, do you know what you’re going to ask tomorrow?”

He shook his head with closed eyes.

“Do you know what he’s going to ask?”

Another shake.

She took a breath. “Let’s start there.”

“Wait. Can I see the messages with this guy again?” Zack asked, and Cloud unlocked his phone and handed him the open chat box.

“Don’t send anything.”

“Don’t worry, have a little more faith in me,” He joked before scanning the information quickly, then pointed to the photo. “This. Right here. What did you circle?”

“What do you see, Cloud?” Aerith asked sweetly.

He didn’t even look at the object in question. “A comet streak in the sky that appeared the morning after I saw the statue.”

Both their brows crossed. “A comet?” Zack asked.

“You know the look,” He tried to explain with a swiping gesture of his hands. “Like a streak of paint. A shooting star but bigger.”

Aerith nodded before focusing her gaze on him, which he felt like fire despite the kindness. “Do you know what it means?”

“No…” He took a breath before taking his best guess. “Maybe because of the lore? The god came down in a meteor two thousand years ago.” His shoulders shrugged weakly. “Probably something about that.”

“Did it get any closer?”

“No, it’s the same size,” He heard their sighs of relief before continuing, “Believe me. I’m already tracking it. I take a photo from my desk every day to be sure.”

“That’s a good idea…” Zack mumbled. That seemed to be the end of the current side topic.

“Alright, now, Cloud,” Aerith forced his attention back to her, as Zack took another bite of the meal. “Tomorrow, when you talk to him, ask about the mistranslations and try to get the true story.” She watched him nod in agreement as she listed everything running through her own mind, “Then ask why he’s interested in you. And the meteor streak. Oh! And the statue. And if there’s a way to stop this-”

He nodded again before mumbling, “Yeah, that was kind of the plan…”

She tilted her head. “Do you want exact questions?” Then she suddenly went into her purse again. “Maybe we should write everything down.”

“Mistranslations, interest, meteor, statue, and stopping this,” Cloud listed for her sanity. “I can remember five things.”

“Do you think you should ask him anything else?”

He thought for a moment but again shook his head, then he put the chopsticks down. “Can I ask you guys to come with me…?”

Zack’s lip scrunched in thought as Aerith answered first, “I only do homework on Sundays. I can take my laptop to the restaurant and stay a few tables behind you. Does that work?”

Cloud nodded gratefully before Zack finally responded.

“I can be there at 12:30.” He looked to Aerith for permission, “Will you be okay for that long?”

She gave him a challenging smirk. “I grew up in the slums, you know. I can take care of myself.”

Both of the men gave a short chuckle in response.

“It’ll also look less obvious if Zack arrives later,” Aerith added. “So it looks like I was waiting for him.”

But Cloud lowered his brow in thought, calmly crossing his arms. “I’m not sure if he cares about obvious. He directly asked for in person and in public. I’d be genuinely surprised if he doesn’t show up with bodyguards or something.”

“And they might sit at the table behind him and behind you,” Zack mentioned, rocking his head in thought. “That makes the most sense, considering who he is.” Oh of course Zack was researching the man on his phone throughout the meal. That was the only explanation Cloud could come up with as to why he would assume any of that.

Aerith sighed in disbelief of this whole endeavor. “What are the chances…”

Cloud shrugged and met their gazes. “I’ll figure out what to ask tonight. And what to say. Are you okay if I text you at weird times tonight?”

They both nodded.

“No worries at all.”

“Thank you…” He sighed in relief. “Thank you both…”

* * *

Cloud inhaled slowly. Then exhaled even slower. This was it, the restaurant he was meeting the god at was right in front of him: The Behemoth Bar and Grill*. In tiny print underneath the title, it read: *Does not serve actual Behemoth. On a normal day, the obvious inclusion would get a small chortle out of him. But now he only stared at the outdoor seating of metal tables and chairs. Yeah, outside was absolutely the way to go. If he needed to run, he had a lot more freedom, and he knew the streets well enough to throw them off his trail on the way to his apartment. He may not be the most athletic, but he knew his inconsistent trips to the gym were doing something for his body.

This was it. It was time to ask about everything. The history, the statue, why him, what it all meant, what was true and what was false. So many questions still ricocheted in his mind, despite how he spent most of the previous night preparing questions and explanations of his experience. They needed to compare symptoms, feelings, dreams, facts. Cloud still struggled to find an accurate tale of what this god did when he came to Gaia two thousand years ago. Every new feeling in his mind screamed at the insane inaccuracies of the story fed to the general public. More research clearly would not help that side effect.

He went up to the hostess and got a seat right at the edge of the deck. He could easily hop that fence and take off like lightning if necessary. Nearly three years here. He knew this campus like the back of his hand. He forced himself to breathe again. He wasn’t sure if he should order anything so he pretended to look for a meal and only asked the waiter for a glass of water in the meantime. It was 11:58. Two minutes to the agreed upon time. The list of his questions forced its way through his mind again. Maybe he should have memorized it all last night, but Gods, he was so tired… All he could do was hope this toll would lift after this conversation.

He saw Aerith wave at him as she entered. He gave a soft wave back before returning to his thoughts. He did, however, watch her take a seat three tables away from him at the request of the hostess. She took out her laptop and began working, but her green eyes met his multiple times to make sure he was okay. He really did not deserve these friends. He couldn’t thank them enough. His eyes returned forward as he shook his head to rid himself of the train of thought. He needed to focus.

Then he saw the god, the man, his silver hair as elegant as it was in the promotional photos on the company’s website. There were two men with him, both also in suits. One was skinnier with red hair. The other was broader with black hair. Both were tall and radiated intimidation. So these were the bodyguards. Cloud nodded with a small ‘mhm’ under his breath. He and the god locked eyes. Blue against sky blue. This was it. He needed answers. They both needed answers.

The time is now.

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plugnuts · 1 year

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For the playlist ask game: Jack ?

For SURE my good moot!!

J: Just Like You - Three Days Grace

A: Animal - The Living Tombstone

C: Choke - IDKHOW

K: Killer In The Mirror - Set It Off

#ask #the-halfling-prince #ask game #okay I had a lotta fun picking these out #apparently I don’t have much j songs on my iPod? weird #and for c I had two options and both of them were by IDKHOW lol #a was easy just go for a song with animal in it boom my current top fixation song!!#k was a no brainer too like how could I NOT go for killer in the mirror? that’s one of my all time top favourite songs!!#thank you for the ask and I hope you enjoy!!#I’ll give your made playlist for me a listen as soon as I can I need to sleepies :)#warning for swears in killer in the mirror btw and dark tones in that and choke

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munamania · 2 years

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sorry bitterness consumes the soul etc etc <33 i will say though. depending on what is going through her head this could all be really fucking cruel lmfao

#like. alright. idk if she Knows i have feelings for her but given the whole blocked stories thing and whatever like. who knows #what bf said. and whether she is or was at any point genuinely confused or something because she does like him but we. hit it off. and it #was all just a Lot. like that doesn’t give the excuse for the times when it felt like she was sorta.. leading me on. yk. though maybe i was #truly delusional and stupid last semester i don’t know. maybe she just also enjoys talking to me on a friendly level and that’s fine and all #but it’d be really weird if she like. also refuses to acknowledge me outside of class? or anything like that..#or like. basically was just using me to stroke her ego in that sense if she does Know. like that would be shitty #would i like to be friends sure do i think this would absolutely crush my soul probably.#and i’d like to say ohh i don’t think she’s doing xy or z but i truly don’t know her. you know. beyond the little bits #of time we’ve had to talk about our lives and whatever #and anyway. it is stupid that i’ve spent so long trying to guess at what’s on her mind cause i’ll never know unless you know.#we’re ever close enough that we can talk about it or. whatever.#so. i definitely think when i see her again i’m going to take any chance i can to say something about last semester. um yk. in a way that #makes sense i’m not just insane. though i do hope that i can subtly make boyfriend seem really paranoid and weird. sorry. lol. but he was!#honestly if i were hitting on her or trying to make a move i’d understand him being like that but i was polite and friendly #so he has no business getting involved in my personal feelings! yeah i #don’t like him yeah i have feelings for his gf but you get what i mean i’m not. Trying to be an asshole here.#do i wish they’d break up? if she’s not happy. but am i going to like literally be a homewrecker? obviously not again who knows #if i even have the sway to. SORRY i’m being soooo insane one thing about me i can talk about a topic #a million times. anyway.#i just hope it’s not insane emotional manipulation or anything on anyones part i don’t know.#we have a really easy banter so i think it’ll be easy enough to talk to her and then hopefully. have a little bit more clarity as to where #we stand. yk.#abby talks #might delete this later if i decide i’m being a little tooooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#i guess what i’m trying to say is. because this isn’t all the clear and obviously it’d be fine if we’re just friends. but the way we #interact is a little. idk. like we tease each other a lot and it’s like girl idk u tho… i’m having fun but huh?

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gamerwoman3d · 7 months

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Personal in the tags.

#i really need to take the time to thank myself today. i was looking around the house at all the chores I put off. i want more pizza and did #not do grocery shopping today. but i did give myself clean laundry and I should thank myself for that. i got ill but i moved myself to L.A #from the place where i had no health insurance and the weather kept making me sick all the time - i should thank myself for that too. I'm #grateful that i gave myself all the tools I'm using today to get well #and I'm grateful to my past self for giving me an interesting life lol - i just found out my roommates are friends with some mk1 voice cast #and even went to the wedding of one of the actors who voices one of the characters I'd been writing smut about. apparently one of my buds #officiated the wedding even. I like knowing that it's a small world. And I like feeling like I'm finding my place in it. Every little weird #coincidence like this just makes me feel comforted #like yes I'm in the right place at the right time here's a little sign. and stop worrying about the unbuilt ikea shoe rack and pile of shoes #that you didn't get to - you're still doing good enough for yourself just surviving and enjoying a silly kombat game. you know you'd be dead #if you'd stayed behind but you fought your way out and landed in a good place. it is important to acknowledge the effort rather than focus #on the stuff I'm failing to do. just get through this round of antibiotics and unlock all the kontent from the seasonal kosmetics store #and that would be enough. quit pushing and rest. and be grateful to yourself that you gifted this opportunity to yourself for that rest!#hope if anyone is reading you'll think about something you're grateful to yourself for giving you-hope you see your own worth and appreciate #yourself more and more each day

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melzula · 2 months

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well since requests are open i wanted to request a zuko fic?

zuko x waterbender reader in which someone from team avatar walks in on them kissing?

i feel like it’d be funny idk lol 😂

a/n: i love this trope it’s so funny. also it’s like subtly mentioned reader is a water bender since i didn’t wanna just shove it in there awkwardly. anyway hope you enjoy!

summary: a private moment between you and your boyfriend is interrupted by your unsuspecting friends

“Are you sure no one saw you come in here?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Zuko says with a huff after closing the flaps of your tent. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“You know that’s not true,” you argue with a frown. “I just enjoy having some privacy. I know those guys are going to make a big deal about us being together, and I just want to enjoy our relationship without having to deal with any prying eyes.”

“I know,” he admits with a sigh. “I’m just tired of sneaking around. Do you know how difficult it is not to kiss you or check on you after a fight with my sister? It’s torture.”

“It’s just until the war is over. There’s a lot at stake right now, and it would be a weird time to come clean. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I hope you’re right,” Zuko murmurs with a frown, one that immediately melts away at the feel of your arms wrapping around his midsection. It’s hard to be upset when you’re smiling up at him with the purest look of adoration in your eyes. Despite everything, all of his flaws and mistakes and cruelty, you love him, and it fuels the warmth inside of his heart knowing he has someone like you. Maybe he would have joined the Avatar and his friends sooner if he knew it would lead him to you.

“At least we’re finally alone,” he notes with a faint smile before leaning down to press his lips against your own in a long awaited kiss. He hasn’t been able to give or receive affection all day, and it isn’t until now with your chest pressed against his own that he’s finally able to truly feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, you’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rustling of your tent flaps as Sokka and Toph let themselves in without a second thought.

“Hey, y/n, Toph and I are gonna head into town, do you want to- oh, gross!” He cries after catching Zuko and yourself mid lip lock.

You both jump at the intrusion, knocking your head together on accident and groaning in unison at the impact.

“Sokka!” You cry out in embarrassment. “Monkey feathers, don’t you knock?!”

“It’s a tent! There is no knocking!” He yells back defensively, equally as upset as you are. “I can’t believe you guys were kissing!”

“We weren’t kissing,” Zuko argues, his face red with embarrassment. “We were… hugging… with our… mouths?”

“Oh, spirits,” you groan, your palm hitting your forehead in embarrassment at Zuko’s horrible attempt at lying. For a Prince, he has a terrible way with words. You’d think all that time spent with his Uncle would make his vocabulary more eloquent.

“If Toph could see she’d be very upset right now!” Sokka scolds, but the girl beside him simply shrugs.

“Actually, this works out great for me. Katara owes me five gold pieces now,” she says with a grin.

“You guys knew they were dating and didn’t tell me?!” The water tribe boy says in offense.

“I had a hunch, but Katara disagreed, so we made a bet.”

“Enough already! This is mortifying enough as it is,” you groan impatiently. “Sokka, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need both of you out!”

After getting the two to leave the tent, you shut it closed with an irritated sigh. You’re absolutely humiliated, and you don’t think you can show your face to your friends ever again.

“So much for keeping it a secret,” the fire bender mutters.

“You,” you say with an accusatory finger pointed at the Prince, “need to learn how to lie better.”

“I know,” he admits meekly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Sighing, you open your water pouch and tend to the growing bump on his head from your previous collision. You can’t stay mad at him when he looks so flustered and sweet, so instead you merely throw your arms around his neck and pull him back in for another kiss.

You can focus on coming clean later. For now, you just want to enjoy your moment of peace with the boy you love.

| zuko tags: @thebluelcdy @royahllty @the-firebender-girl @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @knaite-solo @taeeemin @lora21

#zuko #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #prince zuko #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko imagine #atla #atla x reader #atla imagine #avatar the last airbender #request

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.

“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”

Ah. Now he gets it.

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.

“Resting Bitch Face.”

He frowned. “I don’t have that.”

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.

And he was right to assume such.

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.

“WHAT.”

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”

Bokuto gaped. “I am??”

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.

“Keiji!”

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.

And you were so glad he did.

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…

“...The fuck?”

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.

‘O S A M U M I Y A’

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick.

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute.

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed.

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.

“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”

“Yeah, but what if someone-”

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.

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