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talaok · 1 year

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hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa

pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro

Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro

a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot

"what!?"

you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"

"not even once?"

"nope"

"what do you do when you go to a bar?"

"I drink?"

He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"

"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.

"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"

You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"

"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.

His broad figure towered over you completely.

"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"

"is that right?" you smiled

"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"

You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words.

He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar"

You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.

"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"

"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.

"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"

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With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.

You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.

But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.

He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.

"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.

"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.

"ok so first of all one of us has to break"

you frowned, confused "as in..."

"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"

"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.

"You wanna try to break?" he asked,

"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.

"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.

"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"

"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.

You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over.

"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"

"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled

"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.

His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.

Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip

“Try making a shot” he murmured again

“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.

You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.

The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.

You laughed softly “shit”

He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.

God, was he distracting.

"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"

That's easier said than done.

You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.

"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"

fuckshitfuck

As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.

But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.

He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"

he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.

"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"

"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"

He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.

He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked

"oh I'm ready" you teased.

He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.

"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"

He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"

"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.

"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.

You had to hold your breath.

"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned"

"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.

"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"

"you're just saying that" you chuckled

"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"

You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"

His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.

"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me"

"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"

He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.

You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.

Once again, your heart took a toll.

Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.

The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.

You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.

"go on angel, show me" he nodded

You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.

You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.

So what if I...

As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.

He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.

"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.

"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.

"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.

"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"

"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.

You were determined to break him. And you did.

You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.

His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you

"do what?" you asked naively

He chuckled softly

"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"

"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.

He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.

"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"

you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"

"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"

you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"

An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"

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sommerflue-22 · 11 months

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i loved the childhood crush fanfic of yours! im wondering if your making a yuichiro choice one?

A/n: aaaa thank you sm! and ofc! i hope you like this one too :D

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Childhood Crush | Yuichiro Tokito

Muichiro version

Featuring: Yuichiro Tokito, aged up!Yuichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, not beta read

Word Count: 1.7k

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At first, Muichiro was the twin who caught your attention. How could he not? He was a kind kid, soft-spoken and very polite. Not to mention, he smiled a lot. You were in the same homeroom class with him back in your first and second year of elementary school. After that, you were separated. You didn't play with him during recess anymore, but it didn't matter because you made friend with his twin.

Yuichiro was an active kid, always running around playing tag or football whenever he had the chance. You were his seatmate for a whole semester during your third year.

One day during PE, the teacher paired you two to play badminton. It was a match made in heaven. You hit the shuttlecock back and forth, not even letting it drop. Sure, Yuichiro was strong, but you managed to match his energy. The game was really intense, your other classmates started to abandon their own games and watched you and Yuichiro instead.

From that day, you and Yuichiro were pretty much inseparable. You played together during recess, sat next to each other in science lab, exchanged collectible cards. Just two active kids having fun every day.

You remembered the first time you realized that, hey, Yuichiro is such a good friend... but he made your little heart beats a little faster, unlike the other kids.

Yuichiro came to school one day, eyes wide and a big grin plastered on his face.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)! Guess what?!"

"What?"

"You have to guess first!"

You pouted, annoyed, but gave yourself a few seconds to try guessing the reason Yuichiro's joyful expression. "You... got yourself a new bike?" Yuichiro did tell you he wanted a new bike.

"Ah, I wish! But no!" Yuichiro circled the table and sat next to you. "My Dad got me that dinosaur movie's DVD!"

You gasped, "No, he didn't!"

"Yes, he did!" Yuichiro bounced his feet, excited. "Do you wanna watch it with me after school? Mui don't wanna watch it, he'd rather watch cartoon."

"Eh? Sure! I wanna see the movie too!"

"Alright! Let's go to my house after school!"

The movie was all you talked about with Yuichiro all day. Even during recess, you both didn't join the other kids playing football. Instead, you sat with Yuichiro on the swing set and talked about dinosaurs. When the school bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you both were all packed up and ready to go.

Thankfully, the Tokito's house wasn't really far from school, only a ten minute walk. Once you got there, you borrowed the telephone to call your mom. You told her that you're in Yuichiro's house, about to watch a movie. Your mom let you, but also told you to go home before it got dark.

"All good! Let's go watch that movie!" You gave Yuichiro a thumbs up and he led you to the living room.

You sat comfortably on the sofa as Yuichiro put the CD in the player.

"Yay, it's starting!" Yuichiro plopped down next to you soon after.

"No, it's still the main menu! You gotta push that one there, the 'Play Movie' one! Give me the remote, you're so slow!"

You grabbed the remote from Yuichiro's hand and played the movie.

It was really cozy in the Tokito house. The sofa and the throw pillows were fluffy and soft, the floor was heated, and Yuichiro's mother made them hot chocolate. She also gave you two a bowl of popcorn and a few bags of chips to eat during the movie.

There were a few scenes that made you two jump, but you laughed them all off. Instead of getting scared, you and Yuichiro just commented on how cool the dinosaurs looked. The movie was interesting, but it was quite a long one. Almost two and a half hour long.

Things got a little bit boring when you reached the part where the characters had to plan an escape. It was a lot of talking, not enough dinosaurs. It was the first time the two of you fell silent. You kept your eyes glued to the TV, though, wasn't about to risk missing a dinosaur appearance.

You yawned as the two main characters got left alone by their other friends. They were supposed to guard the front door as the others went to find supplies. You weren't interested in their 'romantic' banter.

You were about to reach out and grab some popcorns when you realized Yuichiro had fallen asleep, his head rested on your shoulder.

Your heart started to beat faster than usual. You didn't know why, maybe because you were afraid of waking him up. As much as you liked watching the movie with him, you couldn't blame him for falling asleep. The movie was still on its boring part and school was tiring. It was normal for him to get tired and fell asleep.

You stayed on your seat and decided to watch the movie again. Wrong move. The two characters were kissing. Mind you, neither you nor Yuichiro knew the movie had a little bit of romance in it. You were just there to see the dinosaur.

But the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes really made your stomach fluttered. It was your first time seeing two people kiss, and hug each other oh so tightly right after.

I wish I can hug Yuichiro like that...

...what?

You couldn't believe you thought about hugging Yuichiro like those characters. It was a tight hug, a really intimate one. They also did it after they kissed each other.

Gross.

You tried to forget about that feeling, but it never left. It stayed in the back of your mind, coming forward every once in awhile, during random moments you shared with Yuichiro.

By the time you were in the 6th grade, you fully understood that you did like Yuichiro... a little bit (a lot) more than a friend. Yet you never told him.

Apparently someone from another class had a crush on one of the Tokito twins. You had no idea which one, but you saw Yuichiro got pissed off when he found out. You saw him got angry because other kids teased him.

You thought it was better not to tell him about your little crush.

So you kept it to yourself.

You went to the same middle school and high school as the twins. You watched as they grew up to be really attractive. By the time you graduated high school, Yuichiro was already towering over you.

Oh, he's a bad news, alright, you told yourself. Yuichiro was tall, ripped, really good looking, and you waited for him to finish his kendo practices so you knew what he could do with those muscles.

The day after your graduation, you and Yuichiro drove down to the beach and had a little picnic to watch the sunset. It was something that the two of you loved to do since the ninth grade. For Yuichiro, it might be completely platonic. But for you? You loved to pretend that those sunset picnics were dates.

"So... you're moving out this weekend?" Yuichiro asked.

"Yep." You answered, still munching your chips. You got accepted to a really good program in a reputable university. The thing was, it's located on the other side of the country.

"My, my... It won't be the same without you here," Yuichiro whistled. "I mean, we've been friends since like... what, elementary school?"

You laughed, "Back when you still believe in Santa Claus."

Yuichiro threw an almond at you. "I was an imaginative kid... But, anyway... I hope you'll like it there! I'm really happy for you, you know. You deserve this. So go out there and explore the world! Make friends with a lot of people, fall in love with a few, then maybe one day I'll receive an... I don't know, a housewarming party invitation? Or maybe even a wedding invitation?"

You smiled, watching as he popped and almond into his mouth. He had no idea...

"The point is... I'll always be your friend. You can call me anytime."

You sighed. "Well... It would be great if I can find someone else out there, maybe date them, got my heart broken, fall for someone new, repeat the cycle... but I don't think I'll be able to experience those stuff... at least not in the near future."

"Eh?! Why not?!"

You turned to look at him right in his eyes. "Because of you."

Yuichiro blinked a few times before his eyes widened.

"(Y/N)..."

"You don't have to reciprocate. I just need to tell you that... just to let you know." You let out a laugh.

"Ah... thanks..."

Surprisingly, you didn't feel sad. You felt relieved. You finally let go of something that you've been holding onto for so long.

The two of you sat in silence as the sun set. Once you could no longer see the glowing, orange orb, you stood up.

"Right, we should get going, then!" You clapped your hands once. "Let me get the trash and dump them. Oi, Yui, stop zoning out and fold the mat."

You picked up the trash and walked to a nearby trash can. Once you disposed them, you went to a faucet near the stairs to the parking lot to wash your hands.

As you were washing your hands, you felt a pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist.

"Yui—"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

You let him hold you close, feeling the warmth of his body embraced you, sheltering you from the cold wind.

"Because I don't want you to hate me."

"...Since when?"

"...third grade..."

Yuichiro chuckled, you could feel his breath on your nape. "Oh, (Y/N)..."

Yuichiro turned your body around and soon you were engulfed in his scent, earthy and clean. Your heart was beating like crazy, but so was his.

"So... do you wanna... try it out?" Yuichiro asked, voice quivered at the end.

You chuckled. He was nervous.

"Only if you want to." You lifted up your chin to meet his face.

He rolled his eyes as he leaned down to peck your forehead.

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A/n: I GOT CARRIED AWAY AJASOFEJOHGE

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #reader insert #yuichiro tokito #yuichiro x reader #yuichiro x y/n #muichiro tokito #modern setting #childhood crush #aged up characters #new blog

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 8 months

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aha,,, I had this really in-depth thing I wrote about how much I like your art,,, and the first half, maybe even first 2/3 got deleted,,, I was so excited writing it, I have no idea what it all even contained anymore,,,

So... the first paragraph after this here is rewritten from what I could remember writing the first time. I know it's not as in-depth as it originally was. Hopefully it still gets the depth of what I want to say across... The second paragraph is what DIDN'T get deleted. Aaaa

I only just recently found you and started following you, but I have to say, your art and comics and writing for the ASL brothers is just. So unbelievably good. You're up there in my favorites. Top three. Top two even. The way you write them is like watching a group of close friends interacting in real life, down to the silliness and shenanigans and inside jokes and abrupt changes in topic or mood in a conversation, including superficial changes (one that comes to mind is when Ace goes something like "I'll bet ONE MILLION DOLLARS" or some incredibly large number, really intensely suddenly, in response to Luffy's saying he'd be $20 or something, and then there's a beat, and then Luffy is like "$20 is fine :)" and Ace is just like "Alright :)". That kind of thing is something Ive had happen, something I've seen happen to others... but I've never seen it written/drawn so well.) Everything about their interactions is so incredibly natural, so full of life. Every time I read one of your comics I'm in constantly in awe and taking mental notes. Well. Okay, no, that's a lie. I WISH I were taking mental notes, but I get so caught up reading because it flows SO smoothly that I forget to.

And that's another thing!! How the way you do paneling and story beats in your comics makes reading while also visualizing movement and transitions so seamless. It's like, the visual-narrative equivalent of a hot knife through butter. I've read plenty of comics-- from novice to professional-- that have really clunky paneling and/or pacing. And similarly, I've read as many that let you read everything easily, but it's like, TOO easy, and there's no weight drawing your eyes to the actual art or keeping them there. And I've seen comics that are somewhere between these two, but still don't feel like they have a good flow. (All this as passive observation, I'm not one to actively look to critique something.) Anyway, what I'm saying is, the way you set up your comics-- the art, the paneling, the pacing, the speech bubbles, the shots, EVERYTHING-- makes them just. MM!! An absolute frickin delight to read. And it's combined with some of the best, most natural-feeling writing I've ever had the pleasure of reading. You balance everything so well. In this age of being desensitized to humor online, I must say, the silliness in parts of the Water Is Thicker Than Blood comic make me genuinely grin and even laugh to myself alone in my room. It feels so real, so genuine, so... I'm running out of words. I'm sorry. I just... REALLY love how you make stuff. I want you to know that I'm a big fan, and, even though I'm older than you I'm learning a lot, and your stuff is so well-done. I hope this isn't too strange, aha... if it is, I apologize. I got a little intense

Oh woweewowee!!!!!!

Thank you for enjoying how i depict them! I really enjoy drawing them as realistic as i can. I really want people to understand them how i do in my head, and im glad it comes off perfectly because i love these little gremlins! And it really is surprisingly easy to think up situations of them being little dumbasses together :) just put them in situations, think about the ways any normal person could possibly react to the information thats given, scrap all that, use the outlier, and bam! That’s a bonafide ASL dynamic right there!

Thats really nice of you to say how you like how i panel my comics because thats one of the things im a bit self conscious of, truthfully. My formatting isnt as neat or polished as other comics are, and i really dont care to change that, but its nice to know that there is still charm and interest in my style of comics.

I get what you mean with the being desensitized to humor online nowadays. Idk what about it but its kinda hard to get me to full on laugh at memes like i used to. But i really enjoy putting in gags that i think and I chuckle to myself about for a while after i thought of it. The “that doesnt taste anything like ass” gag got me chuckling for so long to myself while i was at work. Just like,,, the shock and awe that Sabo is in from having witnessed that is so funny to me, i dont think that gag will ever get old in my head.

That’s really cool that me just goofing around can be a learning opportunity to people :0 ive never even considered that could be the case

Not at all! Thanks so much for your thoughts and opinions! This is very heartwarming and im very happy i could produce something thats so meaningful to others :)

Thanks for the ask, too :D

#ask reply #@findmeabowloftrash-blog #long post

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imagobin · 4 months

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Have you thought of doing headcannons of Winter King and S/O tending to the Gunters? I thought it could be sweet and funny

OMG this idea is simply adorable! Thank you for suggesting it because- aaaa I'm giggling like an idiot already just thinking about it. And I finally got an idea for it- Hope you enjoy!

❄️Winter King & Reader Tend to the Gunters HCs❄️

Uh oh, snow storm:

The Winter Wonderworld seems to be in a constant state of winter, but it too can still be affected by the passing of seasons and weather conditions.

This happened during a particularly harsh snow storm, which not even Winter King could tame with his powers, after all, he can only make more cold, not control nature. So you two had just decided to relax inside the castle, safe from the storm, sipping on hot cocoa, cuddled up in a blanket.

That is... until you heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? And with such a nasty weather too. Well... about five or more little round penguins!

You both don't have the heart to leave them outside, so you quickly invite them into the living room, and you immediately go grab a large blanket so they can all huddle up in it and warm up again.

Thinking they'd be alright for now, the King picks you up and drags you back to the couch for more cuddles.

Pesky penguins:

What you two didn't expect was other groups of penguins seeing you guys letting some in, which led to more and more penguins showing up to your doorstep.

The situation quickly becomes dire. There's not enough blankets for everyone, even after you gave up the one you were cuddling into as well. And WK doesn't really know how to feel about a cozy day being interrupted by what has now become... about 20 penguins roaming around in the living room. He loves the little Gunters, but this is a bit too many!

He does lose a bit of his temper in this situation, especially because the penguins are very curious fellas and keep touching and pecking everything they can.

In these occasions you often notice him slipping up and calling all the penguins Gunter... you wonder where that came from.

But seeing you actually having fun with the penguins, petting them and giving them little treats makes him realize this isn't a bad way to spend the day at all.

Coziness overload:

He takes you to the side for a moment, seemingly having an idea on how you can both enjoy this situation, and he asks you to go get some warm beverages and popcorn, while he goes to look for... something else (it's a surprise).

The penguins are quite confused at first, but start following you around the moment they smell the food, which is perfect because it gives the King enough time to grab what he needed. You end up giving the penguins their warm drinks, but you're still waiting for Winter King to come back.

While you're still trying to keep the penguins off the popcorn, you hear WK clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. He's brought... movies!!

Your eyes sparkle at the sight. Movies are such a rare thing! You had no idea Winter King had any- you rush to the couch, causing the 20 penguins following after you, still waddling with blankets around them, while the King sets up a TV and a VHS player. You wonder how he's gotten all those things, but those questions quickly disappear from your brain when he sits next to you and wraps his arm around you.

Seeing you two cuddle up, the penguins want to join in and all get on and around the couch, watching the movie and occasionally asking for popcorn, or to be picked up and held by the both of you.

Winter King can't help but smile. This was definitely an unexpected way to spend the day... but he feels like it couldn't have been better.

#fionna and cake headcanons #fionna and cake #the winter king #winter king #winter king headcanons #gunter #simon petrikov #headcanons #wholesome headcanons

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tunabesimpin · 1 year

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TUNA CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!! I MIGHT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY SENT AN ASK BEFORE I FINISHED TYPING-

you can crucify me and like stab me for that I don’t mind-

Omg your art has this cute bouncy quality to it, I love love love it!!!!! It’s so cute??? But also has this paintery quality to it, I totes dig it!!!!

Tuna’s overblot design? Pogging-

You’re super cool and I am high key shivering in my boots typing this out to you-

Erm for the event can I get Ceru Marple?

Fav thing to do in the summer would be reading a good book in the shade. It’s an excellent time to read, with the sunlight warming their skin.

What they would do at the party? Beach volleyball sounds super fun! They’ll love to play~ whoever’s on the opposite team is going to get destroyed/j

Their Favourite colour is light blue!

Ceru plans to wear swimming trunks and a jacket over it. Y’all gotta pay for the midriff/j

They’ll bring along sunscreen, and a cooler bag full of cold drinks! Well, perhaps some interesting potions mixed within…

Can I bring you as a plus one/j

Most likely I’ll bring Grim! Convinced him with tuna, what else-

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANS CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!’n

--- The sun was harsh, but Ceru was prepared! Quickly setting up under one of the breach umbrellas they were quick to get their sunscreen and jacket ready. After setting up the volleyball net with Leona, Tuna trotted over to see Ceru. "Hey!!! I'm so glad you could make it!!! When I got your RSVP I was so happy!" The smile on Tuna's face seemed to stretch for miles. Leona yelled out from the makeshift volleyball court "Come on we don't have all day, are you two playing or not?" After a nod of agreement from Ceru and Grim, the two followed after Tuna to the court. "Alright!" Tuna exclaimed "It'll be me, Ceru and Grim VS Leona and Ruggie!" With a smug grin Leona questioned "What? you guys get a third and we don't? seems a bit unfair doesn't it... Well whatever, we'll still win against you pipsqueaks" The trio grimaced at the snide remark but readied themselves on their side of the net. "You're gonna eat those words Leona!" Tuna wailed as they set the ball. The game was heating up! Players running about the field and tumbling through the sand. Tuna performed a few exaggerated shots, yelling 'ROLLING THUNDER' after some rolls. Leona retorted with a hard spike, but Ceru was able to catch the ball! However, the pure strength behind the shot sent the ball flying up high. Tuna and Grim both reach for the ball, but end up missing the receive! Depth perception be damned this ball was gone! Point for Leona & Ruggie. The game went on plenty, but it was quite an easy win for the two opposing jocks. I mean they do play Magift and train constantly, it should be no surprise. Ceru, Tuna and Grim collapse to the sand a sigh of defeat resonates through the air. "Welp..." Tuna sighed but gave a light hearted chuckle "Don't worry team! We'll win the next one for sure!" "THE NEXT ONE?!" Grim and Ceru exclaim, not understanding Tuna's never ending energy. ---

AAAA THANK YOUUUUU SO SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS AAAAA IM GLAD U ENJOY MY ART AND EVERYHTING AAAA <3 I APPRECIATE IT ALL SM TOT <3 & dw!!! I don';t see any extra/ double asks so ur all good! ALSO YESS I HAD SM FUN DOIN THE OVERBLOT IT WAS QUITE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I NORMALLY DO SO IM GLAD U LIKED IT SO!

Ceru is so pretty aaauughh!!! My heart!!! I wasn't sure of their pronouns or anything so i kept it gender neutral i hope thats ok!!! I wanted us to win so badly but bro ain't no way against the savanaha claw duo LMAOOOO I'm sure after all that exercise tho a nice book and drink to relax with will feel much more gratifying!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR COMING TO THE PARTY AAAA

#tunasseasideSQ #tuna be talkin #ceruleancattail #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst tuna #twst fanart #twst fanevent #tuna be writin

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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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I see you do hp X readers do you think you could do Neville X Ravenclaw M! Reader where the reader helps with potions or something :))

Letter Exchange

Part Two

AAAA YES- I love this idea and I love Neville 😭😭

Requested by: Anon

Neville Longbottom x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Both Neville and the reader are in their... idk, (coming up with this right now)... 5th year? It doesn't really follow the OG plot so... yeah.

Oh, and it might not be very in-character, but I tried my best.

OH ONE LAST THING- This insinuates Hermione x Pansy because I cherish my headcanons.

I hope you like it!

(Y/N) walked up to the castle after attending Care of Magical Creatures, deciding to use his free hour to read in the Great Hall. The library was always too crowded this time of day, meaning Madame Pince was extra irritated. So basically an altogether bad situation that (Y/N) wanted to avoid.

He walked into the slightly crowded (though quieter than the library) Hall, making his way towards his table. (Y/N) took off his blue and silver scarf, setting it on the table with his bag before sitting down on the bench. He pulled out a book that his Gryffindor friend, Hermione, had recommended him. It was just for leisure reading, which he was enjoying. Just as he opened to the previously marked page, said Gryffindor friend sat down in front of him.

"Oh, (Y/N), you will not believe what just happened in potions! Snape threatened to use Neville's potion on his toad, Trevor! We all know Neville isn't skilled in potions, so I had to step in to help and got points taken from Gryffindor for 'Speaking out of turn'! Snape is a vile man. Poor Neville," Hermione ranted as she pulled out several course books and blank pieces of parchment. (Y/N) assumed she had been assigned an essay or two.

"Are Neville and Trevor alright?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. He'd never really talked to Neville, but he seemed sweet and definitely didn't deserve Snape's wrath.

"Trevor is, I'm not sure about Neville, though," she answered, dipping her quill in her ink pot.

(Y/N) thought for a moment before pulling a parchment from his own bag, along with a quill and ink. He wrote a letter to Neville and slipped it into an envelope he had. He wrote Neville's name in swirly cursive on the front and slid it over to Hermione, which made her look up from her work.

"What's this?" she asked, picking up the paper and reading the name.

"I was wondering if you could deliver that to Neville the next time you see him?"

"Sure. You have lovely penmanship, by the way," she complimented as she slipped it into her bag.

"Thank you, it took practice." (Y/N) chuckled and returned to his book.

...

Later that night Hermione returned to her common room after splitting off from (Y/N), the two having walked together until they had to part ways. The portrait opened after she gave it the password and she climbed in, searching the filled room for Harry and Ron. She spotted them easily enough, and Neville was conveniently sitting with them.

Hermione approached them as she removed her scarf and put it in her bag, trading it for the letter.

"Hello, boys. Here, Neville, my friend asked me to give this to you," she explained as she held the letter out towards Neville. He seemed surprised as he took it, blinking when he saw his name.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen my name written this pretty. Who's your friend?" Neville asked as he traced the letters gently with his finger.

"(Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw."

"Oh, (L/N)! He seems like a nice chap," Ron commented, Harry smiling and nodding in agreement.

"Quiet, though," Harry added.

"Hmm, not really," Hermione disagreed. "You just don't notice him."

Harry and Ron shrugged and the trio walked away, leaving Neville with his letter. He opened it and saw the same handwriting as his name. It was neat yet swirly cursive.

It read:

"Dear Neville,

You probably don't know me, but I'm (Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw. I think we had herbology last year together. You were bloody brilliant in it.

Neville flushed at the compliment, lucky no one was watching him as he read it.

I was talking with Hermione and she told me what happened in potions. Is Trevor okay? I hope he is. I'm also worried for you, Snape can be cruel and you seem to be one of his favorite targets.

Neville flushed deeper- from both embarrassment and endearment. No one payed this much attention to him, much less send him a letter asking how Trevor was and expressing worry for himself.

I would like to help, if you'll let me. I'm almost top of my class in potions and can help you learn. Tutor you, if you will. You can either write back a response or find me. I frequent the library and Quidditch field often, so that's most likely where you'll find me.

Sincerely,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. I'm serious about herbology, I could learn a thing or two from you."

Neville just blinked down at the paper he held. The cute Ravenclaw boy just offered to tutor him in potions and noticed his skill in herbology.

He decided he wasn't brave enough to talk to him in person, knowing he would turn into an embarrassing, red, blubbering mess. So he'd write him back.

Neville walked up to his dorm and sat down at the desk he and his dormmates shared. Pulling out a quill and parchment he wrote:

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾

ᴹʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

Neville bit his lip, his face and ears growing red from nerve's.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ. ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ.

ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᴴᵉʳᵐⁱᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘᵗᵒʳ ᵐᵉ! ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ?

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵀʳᵘˡʸ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ?"

Neville cast a quick spell to dry the ink, luckily without pulling a Seamus and setting it on fire, and slipped it into an envelope identical to the one (Y/N) sent, seeing as they were the school issued ones. He scribbled (Y/N)'s name over it messily and ran back down to the common room, hoping one of the girl's- or even Hermione herself- were there to receive the message to deliver the letter.

There were still a handful of people in the common room, including Lavender Brown.

"Excuse me, Lavender?" Neville asked, approaching her with the letter nervously clasped in his sweaty hands.

"Neville?" Lavender responded, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Can you give this to Hermione? And please tell her to give it to... the Ravenclaw," Neville asked timidly, not using (Y/N)'s real name so that it wouldn't be traced back to him. The last thing Neville wanted was for (Y/N) to get teased for talking to him.

"Uhm... odd request, but alright. Goodnight, Neville."

"Goodnight, Lavender."

Lavender walked up the stairs to the girl's dorms and Neville prayed that Lavender "Gossip" Brown wouldn't be interested in opening it. Now that he thought about it, maybe he should've waited to give it to Hermione himself the next day. Well, it was too late now.

Riddled with anxiety about the letter, Neville fell into an uneasy sleep. All thoughts went back to the letter that he had safely stored in his case at the end of his bed.

...

"Boo!"

Hermione gasped with wide eyes and held a hand to her chest, her surprised look morphing into a glare.

(Y/N), on the other hand, found the reaction rather amusing.

"You better watch your back, (L/N)," Hermione warned, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I always do, Granger." (Y/N) winked at her teasingly.

"Oh, by the way, Neville wrote you back." She turned tot he bookshelf in front of her and avoided eye contact as she pretended to browse.

"He did?! Where is it?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you after what you just pulled."

"Please, Hermione! I'll do anything!" (Y/N) dramatically fell to his knees as she loudly whispered, (they were still in a library, he's no animal). His hands clasped in front of his face as he pleadingly looked up at Hermione.

"...Anything?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically, looking scared.

"Anything, like... giving me your secret list of muggle book recommendations that you've never let me see?" Hermione smirked as she raised a brow down at him.

(Y/N) hung his head and slowly stood up, revealing his defeated frown.

"Fine," he sighe dout.

"Yes!" Hermione hissed and jumped up and down. The only reason Madame Pince hadn't gotten after them yet was because they were her favorite students, and this was a rare occasion, them being slightly loud. "The letter is in my bag."

(Y/N) quickly walked over to the chair with Hermione's bag hanging off of it, finding the letter easily. He smiled as he saw Neville's nearly unintelligible scrawl spelling his name.

"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked smugly, sitting down with the book she had successfully found.

"Isn't his handwriting adorable?" His cheesy smile broadened as he flipped the envelope for Hermione to see, sitting down across from her.

"I wouldn't say adorable, exactly Unreadable is a better word..." Hermione grimaced.

"Oh, hush," (Y/N) scolded as he gently opened the envelope, unfolding the paper and letting his eyes fall on the first words. "He even apologizes for it!" he gushed to the frizzy haired girl across from him, who responded with no more than an unimpressed look.

After reading the letter, (Y/N) quickly got the supplies out to respond, taking time to make his handwriting just as pretty as last time.

"Can you-"

"Give this to Neville? I'm not going to be an errand girl-"

"Come on, Hermione. Don't you want that list?" (Y/N) wiggled his eyebrows, trying to convince Hermione to keep exchanging the letters for them.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, but took the letter anyways.

"Thank you~" (Y/N) sugarcoated it but Hermione wasn't complaining.

"Get met hat list and it's no problem."

...

Neville sought Hermione out this time, eager for a response.

"Hermione, did you get anything from (L/N)?" he asked, not even trying to hide his interest.

"You're in luck." Hermione smiled and handed Neville the letter. She knew her closest friend (outside of Harry and Ron) was falling in love with the Gryffindor boy, and she was thrilled it was being reciprocated.

Neville ran up to the dorm, glad it was empty, and opened the letter carefully, as not to damage it.

"Dear Neville,

I'm glad to hear back from you! I am also glad to hear that Trevor remains unharmed.

On the topic of tutoring; you needn't repay me. I am happy to tutor you free of charge. I wouldn't mind hearing about herbology, though. Maybe after our first session we could sit together at lunch and you could tell me about your plants? Only if you'd like to, of course.

Love,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. Meet me in the library on Thursday during free hour before lunch? ♥"

Not only had he signed off with "Love", he added a heart at the end. Neville was probably reading too much into it but that didn't stop his heart from racing and his face from heating up. This man was perfect, Neville was sure of it.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᵀʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ, ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ. ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ. ♥"

Both the heart and the word "Love" seemed hesitant, the lines shaky and the ink faint. Neville wasn't used to being this bold but it felt right. With (Y/N) it felt right.

Neville gave it to Hermione and thanked her after she assured him she'd deliver it the next day.

...

(Y/N) stood by the "potions" shelf, which was coincidentally nearest to the door. He didn't want Neville to walk in, not see him, and assume he'd been pranked.

"(L/N)?" his hesitant voice asked, catching (Y/N)'s attention.

"Neville! Please, call me (Y/N)."

He held out a hand and Neville shook it, both dazed by the comforting feeling it had brought them both.

"Would you like to take a seat? I've collected some books that I think would be helpful."

Neville, was was still trying to shake out of the effect (Y/N)'s voice had on him, nodded and sat down at a nearby table.

"T-thanks," Neville stuttered as he pulled out parchments to take notes on. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

"It's no problem. Now, if you just tell me where you have the most trouble we can start there." He flashed Neville a reassuring smile, making Neville return it with a more timid one.

...

Soon enough the hour was coming to an end, making (Y/N) sigh in disappointment as he looked away from the clock.

"It seems that lunch time is approaching." He stood and went to check out the books they had studied for Neville, leaving him to scramble his notes together and stand up.

"Can I take you up on your offer?" Neville asked as Madame Pince handed (Y/N) the books. He looked Neville with a kind, but confused stare, seemingly not remembering.

"To, uh... to sit together at lunch and talk about herbology..."

A look of understanding swept across (Y/N)'s face, making a smile appear as he held out the books.

"Of course! Would you like to sit at the Ravenclaw table or your own?"

"Ravenclaw." He didn't need his friends hounding him about the cute boy he was sitting with.

Neville reached out to take the books and their fingers brushed, shivers running up Neville's back while the tips of (Y/N)'s ears turned the faintest shade of red.

"Let's get going, shall we?" (Y/N) gestured to the door, letting Neville take the lead.

...

"Neville has another letter for you," Hermione revealed, the mischievous look on her face putting (Y/N) on edge.

"Really?!" They hadn't spoken since the day before at lunch, when they scheduled the next session for the same time the following week.

"What're you so excited for?"

"Don't be daft, Hermione."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to confess how you feel about Pansy, but we can't all get what we want."

"So you do like Neville!"

"Did you just admit to liking Pansy?"

"What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid the paper over to (Y/N), trying to calm the red in her cheeks. He eagerly opened it, excited to add to his growing collection of letters.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵒᵒⁿ.

ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ. ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ."

(Y/N) whipped around and saw a blushing Neville, who seemed amused. Suddenly (Y/N) realized that Neville had heard the whole conversation.

Now it was his turn to be flustered.

End

Like I said, kinda out of character for Neville, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless.

I hope you liked it!

-Author Max <3

#harry potter #neville x reader #hermione x pansy #neville longbottom #x reader #fanfiction #writer #reader insert #oneshot #x male reader #fluff #gay mlm #fandoms #x male y/n #x he/him reader

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 2 years

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1, 4, 5, and 12 for the self insert asks! Hope you have a great day too! :)

Thank you both for actually sending some IN!! I'm gonna go with my royalty AU S/I for this because I kinda just made that the basis for my FF14 s/i! Let me explain: And since this a bit of a lore dump I'll tag some peeps

1 ) give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

Okay so a quick catch-up: My s/i is Rebecca Grace Stinheart, a handicapped girl who was disowned by her parents at age 10 only to be adopted by the Empress of the Aster-Blossom empire. It's never a dull day in Rosenfield, so while things may be peaceful and prosperous there's always much to be done. So one day the empress gets a communication from Minfilia who was an old comrade to Alys asking her to act as a foreign ally and work with the three city-states of the Eorzean Alliance to show them how unity could help strengthen all their forces. But seeing how Alys was busy handling the citizen’s well-being and rebuilding months after what many deemed ‘The Chaos Incident,’ she simply could not make the time for tedious mentorship to others that stood so far divided. Yet when Rebecca had caught wind of such a mission to journey into lands that were yet discovered to her, the lilac princess practically pleaded with her mother to go. Figuring it'd be a simple task that'd only take 2-3 weeks, Rebecca set off on her own to Eorzea under the name Becca Rozenaria to keep things more down-low... But things rarely go as planned~!

3 ) where does your s/i live? do they aspire to move or are they content with where they are?

Rebecca/Becca USUALLY lives in the Rosenfield castle with her mother, castle staff, and best friend/personal guard Ace! But during her trip to Eorzea she mainly takes residence in the Quicksand Inn! That is until her mother introduces her to the old free company she ran with in her youth. So Rebecca then chooses to rest in Limsa Lominsa!

Very rarely though, you may find her napping in the Scions headquarters of the Waking Sands or the Rising Stones since the poor girl is always tired as all hell! ...Or she may have snuck a drink and is a lightweight... BUT SHHH! No one tell!

As of right now she loves her adventure through the ups and downs but definitely misses her home and the technology access it has!

4 ) what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

Okay so I created a quick Playlist of vibes of myself/my self-insert but it's messy so lemme add some notes: Songs like "Daddy Lessons" and "No Lullaby" are my s/is early years, having to grow up and take in a lot of the world's horrors thanks to her environment. "Shounen Brave" "Once Upon a Me" "Hitchcock" and "Top of My School" are songs that represent how she's taken the hurt of her past and grown past it, but she still worries about juggling everything now and meeting all these standards not just for her own future or as a princess, but as a symbol of hope to now MULTIPLE COUNTRIES! (She's very stressed as always...) "Missing You" and "Weeds" are songs of growth in a more intimate way and how she uses the knowledge of her experiences to help others while fully accepting herself as she is, limits and all. "Despair" "Good Girls" and "Let Me Dance" is my s/is process of pining from "NOPENOPENOPE WHY?!" to "Okay, they may like me in the way I like them but I won't get used or be just another fling!" to finally "Aaaa~ They have my heart!" (It happens every time she falls in love) Then finally "Love Story" "Everything's Alright" and "Lil' Red Riding Hood" are songs that describe what my s/i is like when she's finally with her loves! So storybook, gentle comforts and solace to them, and to outsiders she looks like Lil Red with her boys being the wolf but little do these people know about all the sweetness and protectiveness that's mutually shared. AND BONUS: "Cry" is the attitude that my s/i has when she's been hurt by someone she loves... (At least she wants to but knows it'd only hurt both parties more... But who knows what'd make her snap finally?)

5 ) what is your s/i's profession?

Rebecca is the princess of Rosenfield, part-time college student and part-time retail worker! Becca is simply known as a poetic black-mage who's now a Scion of the Seventh Dawn and a Warrior of Light! The double life merges rather quickly (at least to her friends in the Scions) after her loved ones pay a visit. Though to learn that she's both a princess and WoL is a shock to everyone, including her! (HELP A GIRL OUT SHE'S STRESSED SO BAD)

9 )give us an example s/i outfit (or describe it). Classic Princess:

Casual/A Cute White(?) Mage: (You got the mage part right... heheh..)

Black Mage attire: (Feat. A Mini of her boyfriend that he gifted her partly to tease and partly 'cause he hated having to be away so long and didn't want Becca to miss or forget him)

**A little secret** it's all glamor... Rebecca will happily spend all day in fuzzy jammies if she can get away with it

12 ) if you had to compare your s/i to an already existing fictional character, who would it be?

Hmmmm... This is a toughie since this s/i is legit just me but with fantasy elements thrown in since I'm a shipper who wants her loves to love her as she is not just the ideal! But... I wanna say she's Hatsune Miku! In a way that she's a bit of everything, performer, meme, storyteller, but overall positive bean~!

Tags (hope yall don't mind): @i-love-you-by-thunder @goldenworldsabound @jellyfish-ships @floweringforgetfulness @disneymarina @hadesgoddess @canongf

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar · 1 year

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Darling anon (i feel a bit less stressed and kinda find that being my tag name kinda amusing to me but it’s mainly to identify as the same person etc.) (feel free not to answer this but this is just a response msg rather than leaving it open so you know I’ve read it)

I appreciate you taking the time to reply and thanks for also understanding, a lot of people might’ve gotten angry over me mentioning stuff like that though I didn’t expect you to as I enjoy the blog as I said, seems like a safe space, and you seem like a kind person.

I also rationalised with myself about how it could just be that as a woman you hadn’t considered anything like that off the bat as you perhaps weren’t used to it, or don’t experience it etc. so it wouldn’t of been actual judgment, just simple inexperience.. though I thought I’d set it straight as well as I also didn’t want to leave you feeling weirded out either and it didn’t sit right considering the intent of the ask was to send get well vibes/check in you’re alright as sometimes people just need that.

(I don’t hate you for role playing a gay guy, anyone should be allowed to RP anything as long as they’re sensitive/respectful to real life people as well, I only would’ve felt unhappy if it was that you RPd a gay character but weren’t understanding/got funny about real life behaviours or more intolerant to irl gay peoples behaviour/speech/all that, just as some women I’ve come across treat real gay people very different to their favourite gay characters, even if it’s positive obviously there’s such thing as positive homophobia as well, and I needed to understand what was happening.)

Hi again dear~, and i know you said i haven't got to answer this-- but, in turn i wanted to do so just so you know i've seen and read your message as well-- (it just took me a bit to reply this time as i was waiting until i had my laptop again)

Anyway though, i'd like to open this reply with a small apology for if i've misinterpreted/misunderstood anything from both this and your last message, given that sometimes my comprehension can be a little iffy-- But aside from that, i'm still glad to hear that you enjoy my blog~ and still think i seem like a good person even if that initial ask gave an impression i wasn't aiming to give--

Seeing as i do try my best to be an understanding person, and even in moments when i might not fully understand, i'll try my best not to treat anyone without at least a little kindness-- (unless they've done something to deserve otherwise, but that's another issue all together--)

And yes i do admit that thanks to both my status as a woman, and in part thanks to my background as well, i may not have as much experience/understanding of things in a gay/queer space-- i again try my best to be understanding about things i may not know much about, and hopefully plan to learn more about these things in the future… I do appreciate you trying to be understanding with me in return about that, though~ and very much still appreciate the good vibes you originally came to send💕

(aaaa i'm glad to know you don't hate me for soemthing like that-- as i agree, anyone should be allowed to rp whatever they like, so long as they're respectful and such to those irl it may deal with or effect-- because i 100% don't agree with anyone who would treat, for this example, someone gay in real life differently than you would any other person-- even if you do so in a way that's seemingly positive, but like you said, instead ends up being positive homophobia-- because to me, regardless of who a person is, so long as they treat you kindly/with respect they deserve the same in return--)

And to close out this ask, i apologize if i didn't touch on all your points-- But for now this is the best response my brain can give me, so i hope it covers things well enough ; w ;" Tough i'll also close with wishing you well, and hoping that you're having a wonderful day~

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0celesteisthebest0 · 2 years

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Take A Chance On Me

Word Count: 4,822

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem! Reader(no y/n)

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Warnings: talking about missions, explicit language, lots of fluff, tame compared to others, Jack doesn’t know slang, (tell me if I should add more.)

Authors notes: AAAA hi guys I love group dynamics and this chapter right here! All the group dynamics god I’m so excited for all the other chapters and i hope you are too!!! Now MY AMAZING SPECTACULAR FRIEND STORMY!!! Has an oc that I asked to mention so give some love to @captainstormborn for being so kind and letting me mention Sangria! (I’m gonna drop her name in other chapters so keep your eyes peeled!!). Stormy you have been such a positive force that I look to while writing even on my worse days you are such a bright force so I thank you!! GOODNESS I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! I hope you enjoy the chapter 💗💗. Gif by thewaythisis

Chapter 28: Dynamic Duo

The four of you figured out a system to take Statesman weapons, or how the group said it, all of Ginger’s work back. The system was easy. The gist of it was you, Jack, and Isaac grab weapons and tech that you’d need for the weekend and say there was something wrong with it so you can go to the basement levels and give the tech to Liz. It was going well so far, Liz would text the group chat you guys made in order to tell you guys that she finished taking out the tracker and modifying it.

Liz was the one who was stepping up throughout this issue and using her brilliant mind to get everything ready for Saturday. You couldn’t believe how she was just able to swiftly work through the obstacles given to her. Concentration was something she was honing in on.

But currently it was difficult to concentrate on the files in front of you when your mind was in constant movement about the plan Saturday. Everything had to be tight and sound. There shouldn’t be a screw loose because if there was something out of place everything would crumble. You tapped your fingers on your desk hoping you didn’t forget something when the groupchat buzzed again. Jack was sending something down to Liz and she gave the go ahead.

Liz!!!: Isaac are you seeing what vodkas doing right now?

Isaac: nah I’m getting info on Gin rn why?

Liz!!!: he showed up in the lab

Liz!!!: Jack wait up don’t come just yet

Lover boy <3: alright, I’m in a bit of a situation with champ right now so I’ll be a minute either way

Great Champ… you sighed and hoped it wasn’t anything too stressful that would throw a wrench in your plans for the weekend. The four of you agreed the best way to lay everything out would be having two people on the field and two people listening in through the earpieces. The things that were set in place was that Liz would be listening in and you going on the field because you knew the informant but besides that the position of who would be going with you constantly fluxed. Jack wanted to accompany you on the mission and both you and Liz were against it because of the injury related to Washington. Liz said even though the drug's effects have stopped the long term effects were the ones she worried about.

Isaac on the other hand was the neutral figure of the group agreeing with both your perspective and Jack’s who stated repeatedly that he was fine.

“Jack delivers each time, you two work best together plus I don’t blame him for wanting to spend some time with his girlfriend,” he grinned at the last part causing you to look at him annoyed.

The conversation regarding that was going to keep happening until you found a solution but you all had some time until Saturday rolled around. So talking about who’s going could wait for now. Right now all you could focus on was getting the weapons and tech for the trip. Your attention drifted back to the groupchat and another message popped up.

Liz!!!: Jack coast is clear come down

Liz!!!: Hun, come down too. I forgot to give you the replacement laptop.

You sure?

This didn’t sit well with you but if Liz was sure about it then you’d get up from worrying at your desk pretending to work and go down to the labs. You sat on top of your desk waiting for her response.

Liz!!!: positive!

You got out of your office room and made your way to the elevator and the mousy voice of Vermouth called out for you causing you to stop momentarily so they could speed up.

“Brandy I need your opinion on a case,” they uttered out almost as if it was such a secret that they were asking you.

“Um, I’m a bit busy, I gotta go down to the labs,” you told him as you clicked on the button waiting for the elevator to come down.

“I’m headed to the second floor so we could talk about it on the elevator. I just need insight on how we deal with border towns or do we really not have any rules about those things,” you peered at the file they held and saw bits and pieces that weren’t really helpful.

“What’s the case about,” you reply looking at the door of the elevator.

“Oh- oh right it’s just beginner stuff. Tailing a target who has statesman weapons,” you hum and your brow furrows at the question Vermouth asked before.

“What do you mean border towns? We don’t really operate under any borders that the government places,” Vermouth shrunk within himself and you sighed at your somewhat rough voice. “I’m sorry, I was just a bit confused from the question.”

“No it’s okay I just thought we operated in border systems but now thinking about it-“ the elevator opened and you continued to stare at the agent as you entered. “We’re a secret organization, we don't really have any rules.”

“We have rules just certain people don’t follow them,” you muttered and they were about to ask you another question when their eyes widened. You were about to turn to see who else was in the elevator to get such a reaction from Vermouth when a voice caught your attention.

“Which floor are you headed to?” That familiar southern drawl questioned you and you tried your best to not excitedly turn towards Jack but a smile crept up.

“The lab,” you gazed at him trying to look collected and professional at work. His eyes looked brightly at you and he looked towards Vermouth asking the same question.

“Second,” you didn’t turn towards them as they stated that and your focus was side eyeing Jack who kept side eyeing you trying not to smile.

“You're looking good Whiskey,” you commented and continued this charade of professionalism as if you haven’t seen him since after the mission in Washington. He grinned wide at you after the comment and made eye contact with you as Vermouth stood to the side nervously.

“Are you commentin’ on my appearance or my well being? Cause if it's the former, Brandy, I would much appreciate it if you took me to dinner first,” he gave you a smug expression and you knew he was a hundred percent serious about taking him out to dinner. You rolled your eyes trying not to smile wide at his shenanigans.

“I was talking about your well being Whiskey, you're always so inappropriate,” you put on that stoic facade and he grinned wider giggling at the fact that the two of you were slipping back to when both of you were oblivious to each other’s feelings.

“Sure you were sugar,” he winked at you and you turned to Vermouth who looked confused at the interaction. Vermouth looked at you wanting to say something regarding the mission but seemed too nervous to speak.

“Cat got your tongue? What's on your mind Vermouth,” Jack side eyed the younger agent and you didn't quite understand what Vermouth got so nervous it was just Jack.

“Oh um sorry sir I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just have a quick question for Brandy… What exactly are the rules with Statesman stuff? I wasn't exactly given any rules to follow…” oh Vermouth thought you were serious.

“No- that’s, just don’t snitch and don’t be an asshole,” you stated bluntly and Vermouth scrunched their face. The elevator beeped and opened to the second floor before Vermouth could ask another question.

“Thank you Brandy,” Vermouth stumbled out of the elevator and you simply just nodded at them.

“Ball of nerves that one is,” he grinned at you and you slowly inched closer to him.

“Newbies tend to be like that, how do you know Vermouth?” He hummed and looked at your lips then back at your eyes.

“Taught ‘em, that’s why they gave me those wide eyes,” he grinned, “grew wider when big bad Brandy here started to flirt in front of ‘em.” You bit your lip to stifle laughter at him calling you that.

“I wasn’t flirting I was simply making a factual statement,” you flicked the brim of his hat causing that toothy grin to resurface. He giggled at you touching his hat and adjusted the brim.

“We are doin’ a real bad job at the whole secret relationship thing at work sweetheart,” you wanted to touch him but considering how much cameras were in the elevator it was best not to. You were very thankful the elevator didn’t have voice recording.

“I’d say we are doing an okay job, considering we acted like this before,” you hummed and the elevator kept going downwards to the labs.

“Mmm you’re bolder now that’s for sure… I like it,” he commented as the elevator door finally opened and you went back to your charade trying to contain the love you openly wanted to share with Jack.

“It’s bluntness not boldness,” you walked out the elevator.

“Whatever it is I like it, just like I like you,” he hummed and you gently tapped his shoulder as a signal to stop the sweet talking and stared at you lovingly. How did you not notice before when he looks at you with such bright eyes. You shifted to being buddy buddy because there were still agents around you walking towards the elevator. You cleared your throat and went back to the secrecy.

“Well, Whiskey, how’s the first day back been,” you still wanted to know how he’s been doing today even if it wasn’t in the fashion that you longed for.

“It’s been alright…I’ll tell you about Champ but it’s not the best news,” his face faltered slightly as you continued to walk to Liz’s lab.

“Oh, I’m sorry that-“ you were interrupted by the nasally voice of Vodka.

“Look at that, the dynamic duo, Whiskey you look great! Brandy…well you’ve definitely had better days, by the way bud how are those reports going? I got a couple extra here with your name on ‘em.” You bit your inner cheek out of annoyance that this bastard thought he could stroll up here acting like he was untouchable.

Both of you stayed silent and didn’t try to talk to him and you saw Jack’s jaw tense at the sight of him. You just continued walking and Jack followed your lead in ignoring him.

“Is no one gonna answer me?” You passed him by, annoyed that he was trying to get under your skin with the report's comment.

“Suit yourself Brandy, continue being bitter, it's not gonna get you anywhere. Reports are easy especially for someone so “experienced”, so being immature and giving me the silent treatment is doing nothing for you.”

“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll smack you upside the head, Vodka,” Jack responded, getting the final word in. “You okay?”

“Yes baby I’m fine, he’s just trying to get under my skin,” you whisper out and the tension eases with you calling him a pet name here at work. No one was around to hear but still the act of doing so made his shoulders soften. He grazed your hand in an act of comfort.

“I know you’re serious about smacking him but we gotta keep a level head so he doesn’t shine the spotlight on us.” You muttered out knowing if he was going to make any more comments against you he’d let his temper get the best of him.

He made an understanding face, “he still shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

“He shouldn’t talk to me at all,” you hummed and the pair of you turned into Liz’s lab. She seems to be tinkering with something when she catches your gaze.

“Whiskey! You got another thing for me to fix,” she delivers the line in case anyone around is listening in and he gives her his lasso.

“Brandy go with one of the techies in the other room for a laptop,” she nodded and you already knew what you were going to say. The laptop had water spilled on it causing it to not function anymore. It was the reason why Liz ran the cartridge under the sink. You walked off to a room with techies working on certain projects or on the headphones of a mission listening in on what's happening. One of them spotted you and went towards you.

“What seems to be the problem,” the techie looked you up and down.

“Sent an email about issuing a new laptop, there was a problem with my old one,” you muttered tapping the desk in front of you.

“Right, do you have it with you?”

“No, it’s broken,” the techie gave you a look basically saying of course it’s broken but you need to give it to them anyway.

“I need the old system just in case you had case sensitive information on it, I’ll give you the laptop right now Brandy but I’ll be waiting for you to return the old one,” you nodded knowing that Liz was going to mess with the numbers so it looked like you gave back the device.

The techie walked off to get the device and you felt someone in the room staring at you. You shifted slightly and made eye contact with techie who was giving you one nasty glare. You shrugged your shoulders subconsciously to yourself knowing it was probably a Golden Apple rat.

“Here you go.” You grabbed the laptop without looking at anyone and you went back to where Liz was staying and saw her talking with Jack.

“See ya guys,” you replied, winking at Jack, causing him to stop talking to Liz for a second and Liz rolling her eyes at the shameless flirting. You all agreed on meeting up at your place after work so even if you couldn’t exactly be the most affectionate right now you could do so when he came over.

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“So are we gonna order take out or what? Because I’m really in the mood for some spring rolls and I know this place that delivers,” Isaac sat on the couch next to you slightly invading your space. Jack stood behind the couch humming at the idea of spring rolls and wouldn’t mind something to quell his hunger.

“You payin’,” he crossed his arms side eyeing Isaac and he scowled slightly.

“I’m already paying for that bet you decided to leech off of, you should pay for it Jack Daniels ,” Isaac emphasized his full name causing him to shrug.

“Eh, I’ll pay for them if it’s such a problem with you,” he put his hands on the top of the couch frame, “you two hankerin’ for something to eat?”

Liz nodded from one of the armchairs in your living room while typing out something on your old computer. He assumed it was to update that system that she’s been working on. You didn’t respond to the question asked and instead continued writing notes and connecting certain situations to the mission.

“Hey beautiful, you want somethin’?” He got somewhat close to you causing you to finally snap out of your work trance. You blinked up at him and tried to process what he said.

“Foood, do you want some,” Isaac shook your shoulder around.

“I heard him you dick,” you pushed him lightly, “yes I would like something, thank you casanova.” You muttered out the pet name causing him to perk up. You're finally letting that anxiety of being together lessen with that word and it just made him happy.

“Pull up the menu Isaac,” he pushed down Isaac’s tan Stetson resulting in an annoyed string of curse words towards Jack and he went to sit next to you.

He picked up certain files he was working on and started the return to his spot trying to see what weak points the organization itself had and see if the group could pinpoint that.

“Liz, do you still need the numbers,” you muttered, thumbing through organized notes that you took.

“Please, wait actually can you look this over I want to see if this information is correct,” you got up from your spot to hover over Liz and the laptop and squinted in concentration at the information in front of you.

“That’s good, nothing looks out of place, you implementing that for the system?” She nodded and you hummed and tried to add something else.

“Look guys I get that we are “on a roll” right now but, let’s order something cause I’m gonna get cranky if I don’t have some something in my stomach,” Isaac waved his hand around and you nodded in agreement causing him to give you the menu so you could choose what you wanted. The process of getting everyone’s orders and calling was easy and took minimal time for everyone to get back into the papers and notes. Jack saw you ease back into work when you pouted slightly catching his attention.

“What's up, darlin’.”

“Baby, it slipped my mind… what were you gonna tell me,” you stopped writing in your notebook and he raised his brow at you. Both Isaac and Liz stopped talking about the information they were bouncing off each other to listen in.

“Pardon?” He was confused, he didn't know what you were talking about so he tried his best to rack his mind but everything's coming up blank.

“The thing about Champ,” you set down your pen and kept your focus on him and the thought of Champ snapped into forefront.

“Mmm, right uh, it’s- I got in a bit of an argument with him ‘bout certain things,” he responded scratching the back of his neck and you put your hand on his knee to comfort him through the process of talking through the argument.

“Good, he needs to be yelled at,” Liz grimaced at the topic of Champ and his incompetence at this situation causing them to step up and carry this weight.

“I did not yell at him, just called him a dumbass and I might’ve been penalized for it,” he didn’t want to upset the group so he muttered the last part out causing Isaac to giggle.

“Let me guess it slipped out, I don’t blame you, he's a dumbass for letting you out early and having a two person job in such a facility,” he pointed at you when said his thoughts to the group and you rolled your eyes.

“I pressured him into doing it Isaac it's not necessarily all his fault,” Isaac started to boo you when you told him that which made you push him lightly.

“Sweetheart, a good leader doesn’t get pressured by the beliefs of others, he should’ve known that your injury is one that can have a risk of happenin’ again if the body is put under extreme circumstances which yours was,” Jack stated matter of factly causing you to scrunch your lips to the side.

“I’m okay,” he took your hand from his knee into his.

“I know that sweetheart but he… he doesn't seem to care that he's puttin’ us at risk. I told him that directly to his face and his only excuse that it was part of the job so of course I called him a dumbass. I don’t care if it’s part of the job, treating the people of this organization as fodder has to stop,” he huffed, the anger from the conversation swirled to the surface and you touched between his brows. He giggled and removed your hand from his forehead and kissed your palm.

“Nerds… I appreciate you both truly but I’m at the edge of my seat here and your little make out sesh can wait. What the hell did Champ do?” Isaac interrupted.

“I’m being sent to New York for a couple days, it’s not a suspension just a slap on a wrist,” he responded and your posture slumped at the fact he had to go to New York.

“When.” He looked at your somewhat stressed eyes at the fact he’s leaving.

“Tomorrow,” he apologized that this happened and for his impulsive behavior. You shut your eyes and nodded.

“Do you know for how long,” Liz asked wondering if it will affect the mission.

“Don’t know, but if it’s for the whole week then I won’t be able to help for Saturday,” he wanted to be by your side to protect but if he can’t he would trust Isaac to be with you. He didn’t want you to be alone.

“Damn, well that throws a wrench into things,” Isaac groaned and you nodded in agreement. “Guess it’ll be me and you for Chicago?” Isaac turned towards you.

“You okay with that?”

“Duh, why wouldn’t I be?” You simply shrugged.

“It’s not the end of the world, I could get some info at the New York sector,” he tried to find the bright side of the punishment and Liz's face brightened with that comment.

“That’s actually kinda perfect Jack you could update and see if there’s any issues with money or agents from New York. Gotta cover all the bases somehow. I know Sangria could divulge some info ,” she muttered and you did your best to display that this was right for the situation but you looked really out of it. That continued for the rest of the time taking notes and conversing with one another about info.

“Guys I'm gonna say something and you can’t get angry with me,” Isaac prefaced as they talked about more specific agents and what weaknesses they can exploit. You looked at him intrigued and Liz looked away from her work.

“This should be good,” she finally set the laptop down which is the first time she did since getting here.

“You promise to not get angry?”

“Isaac, what is it,” you stated bluntly, not really wanting any more tension related to this.

“I can get more information on Gin, since we don’t have much by… sleeping with her,” he said, completely serious and Jack’s immediate reaction was with laughter.

“What? Isaac why?” Liz shook her head at him and you just gawked at him.

“Why? Why in the world,” you tried to understand the inner mechanisms of Isaacs mind.

“What, it’s worked in the past. Plus we have this booty call situation,” Jack started laughing even more now because never in his years did he believe that Isaac slept with someone in the agency. Isaac was someone who’s stories always entertained him.

“What? And you didn’t tell me? Isaac you know I want to know,” Liz remarked wide eyed.

“You already hear enough dirty secrets on comms,” Jack tried to stifle the laughter but it kept slipping out. “What are you laughing about? I'm serious.”

“I know you are-what’s that term? booty call- ridiculous Isaac I didn’t think you’d get anymore absurd,” he’d never heard that before and just the initial shock of Isaac bringing up Gin in that way.

“You’ve never heard the term booty call?” Isaac asked, ignoring both Liz and your questions on Gin and how exactly he’d get information from her.

“Ain’t that just a butt dial,” that’s what he first assumed but you turned to him quizzically, surprised that he didn’t know the term. “What sweetheart, don’t it mean the same thing?”

“Jack- no,” you smiled, shaking your head and Isaac erupted in laughter.

“God old timer, how? How are you so oblivious?” Isaac giggled out trying to avoid Liz’s curiosity.

“It’s not that I’m oblivious, just that you coulda just said you’ve had sex with her before rather than booty call,” he didn’t understand the reason for the term. Just say it blunt and simple.

“Booty call adds more flavor, literally,” he winked and you shoved his shoulder.

“Keep it to yourself,” you scrunch your face in disgust not wanting to hear all the details.

“Boo but what about-“ the door knocked and he assumed it was the food the group ordered.

“Isaac go get the door,” you interrupted any more details about the situation and he shrugged and got the door.

Liz went off to the door so she could help Isaac with the bags of food and you went off to the kitchen where Jack followed you. You still carried some tension from before when he said he’d be leaving and he wanted to address it now rather than later.

“Darlin’ I’m sorry about having to leave soon,” he whispered to you and the tension that you’ve carried in your shoulder eased and you reached for his hand.

“You don’t have to apologize Jack, it’s alright It’s- I feel a bit silly for getting disappointed that you have to leave is all,” he understood that disappointment too because when Champ told him to go to New York to “clear his head” the immediate wave of regret hit his chest. He fucked up big time and he didn’t want to unintentionally hurting you from this fuck up.

“It’s not silly sweetheart, hey lover please look at me,” he cupped your cheek and your eyes fluttered towards him. “It’s not silly, I understand.”

“I-you know what you said on the elevator?” You seemed apprehensive continuing but he hummed telling you it was okay. It led you to sigh and look at his lips and back to his eyes.

“I wanted to take you out-to dinner on Friday, it’s not- I don’t know where but I mean if that’s-“ he interrupted you with a kiss of joy which was a little bit messy but you eased into the sensation. You wanted to take him out for dinner! He couldn’t help but display his excitement with a messy but happy kiss that you eagerly reciprocated. You giggled from his eagerness but never tore away from him.

“Y’all gonna keep eating each other faces? Because the food's right here,” Isaac cut in and you huffed against Jack's lips. Both you and Jack gave him a somewhat infuriated glare.

“Give ‘em a minute,” Liz thankfully let him continue. Liz truly was a saint at that moment was all he thought.

“Mm-baby, I’m assuming you liked the idea,” you said out of breath from his excitement.

“Yes, I wanted to ask you before all this but here you are,” he grinned happily. He knew the exact place to take you out too and now he was filled to the brim with excitement to show you all his favorite places. His initial plan was to take you to this nice restaurant and maybe walk around the city for a bit taking in the beauty of the city, taking in your beauty. “How ‘bout when I come back, I take you out on that date?”

“Yes I'd like that a lot,” you grinned stifling a giggle and Jack kissed you again a lot more slowly and you hummed happily.

“I love you.” That beautiful smile grew brighter and you kissed him again.

“I love you too, my pretty boy,” you kissed his cheek, “let’s clear the table so the others don’t complain for taking so long.”

“I’m gonna complain all I want,” Isaac responded and you sighed softly.

“Stop listening to our conversations, weirdo,” you huffed.

“I just heard the last part, scout's honor,” he crossed his heart. Liz set down the bags and started to take small boxes out.

“He’s lying,” Liz fixed up a plate and you rolled your eyes and just grabbed Jack’s hand rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

“Alright alright, but that’s not a bad thing! Can I ask something though,” Isaac grinned at the two of you and at that moment Jack didn’t have any patience and only wanted food.

“No,” both you and Jack simultaneously stated the phrase and went to get their respective orders.

“What did you expect, Isaac ,” Liz side eyed him.

“An answer to my question,” he finished the statement by stuffing a spring roll in his mouth.

“Stop being nosy,” you responded, eating your food.

“You know it’s a double standard, you guys wanna know about Gin but I can’t ask about your little conversation?”

“The thing with Gin is a part of the mission my relationship isn’t,” you nodded and Jack mirrored your movements.

“Fine, but you do wanna hear about Gin right?” Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“I just want to know how that even happened,” Liz stated, grabbing a spring roll from Isaac.

Jack tuned out the rest of the conversation not really caring about Isaac’s escapades and opted to daydream about that date with you. He knew it might be a while when his punishment would be over but it was something he was going to look forward to.

A date with the girl of his dreams.

He couldn’t be luckier.

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goldenxddeonu · 3 years

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Unravel His Soul

paring: prince!niki x princess!reader

genre: royal au x rich kids au

warnings: violence, mentions of death

Word count: 2.4K

Authors note: this is my piece for the collab <33

Fall was slowly disintegrating, making winter the talk of the kingdoms. Winter might just mean snow and cold weather to anyone, but to the royal families it meant the annual winter ball. Fabrics and shoes swiftly snatched off of racks, whispers filling the cold air on who the prince will choose this year as his partner. “Rumor has it, the prince isn’t even allowed to choose, it’s all set up. And then, the prince shoos off the princess in the with money. These modern day princes throw around money like it’s nothing.” You heard a group of girls gossip over. You didn’t care about silly things like that, you had your own kingdom in your hands. You didn’t need to care— just yet.

“Find your way to the door. Now.” A sharp raspy voice stated, followed by a thud. An envelope, which you supposed was money, thrown at a girl who looked about your age. “You were here for this anyways, no need to beat around the bush.” You stood there in the door way of the extravagant castle. Sunoo, the eldest brother, stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at his brother, he looked tired, tired of this ongoing cycle, a cycle you never knew about, but felt the presence of. Both doors open, causing a gush of wind to come fleeing in, causing everyone to turn their heads to look at the commotion. You standing there, followed by two knights, each by your side. Riki’s anger in his eyes softened, turning into confusion. The boy at the top of the stairs jolted towards you, powered by the strike of understanding what was going on. You weren’t stupid, you knew what was going on too. You showed up too early and you saw something you weren’t supposed to see, backstage work that wasn’t for display, the secrets of the magician.

The girl’s eyes brimmed with tears, embarrassment smeared all over face. She grabbed the money and stormed out. Just as she did, one of the knights got ahold of her to let her know a few things before she leaves. “If any of what just happened now is spoken about to anyone, you and your family’s head will be hung above the kings’ bed.” The room went painfully quiet. Sunoo offered you to sit, and you did. Right in front of you was the one and only, Riki. He looked ashamed. “Is this what’s been going on?”, you stated. “You imbecile” you scoffed. “Let me guess, I’m next? I’m not going to spend my time and love into someone who’s going to shoo me away with money in the end. No need to worry about hurting me, I wasn’t expecting anything anyways.” Riki’s eyes flickered anywhere towards you. You stood up and adjusted your dress. “Which way to my room?”

Sunoo quickly got up, leading you up the stairs. “I’m so sorry you had to see that princess..” you laughed, “No need to ponder in the past, plus all of the royal families had a feeling something was off.” he laughed with you. You had finally made it to your room. “Here you are princess. Let us know if you need anything, from food, to clothing, or just company!” he said beaming. You felt your self unintentionally smiling back. Everything about him was so contagious, his smile, his peppiness, and his overall aura. “I shouldn’t get too used to things here, it’ll all be over soon..” you thought to yourself. You spent all your time mocking all the gossip about this family, and swearing you would never even come close to the Kim family. And now you were apart of them. Who knew the king would choose you, of all people to accompany his son. You took a look around the room, soaking in every inch of it, white cabinets embroidered in gold, shiny marble that covered the floor. You laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, concealed in beautiful colors, every bit told a story. Angels holding harps, clouds on clouds.

Just as you were about to unpack, three little knocks on the door were heard followed by a, “Princess, the Prince requested to meet you outside!” One of the servants stated. You prayed it was Sunoo, there was no way you would face Riki after being so harsh. You got into your outside attire, and left the room. You were lead to the garden, bright pops of pink and yellow flowers showered the garden, beautiful vines wrapped around the bright white gazebo right in the middle of it, trickles of water were heard due to the fountain, kissing the air as it gracefully spewed water. You looked around eagerly waiting for Sunoo. Sadly your prayers were not answered. There stood Riki. Just as he showed up, the servant placed two cups of tea and left. “Do take a seat, please.” He said quietly as he pushed your chair out and bowed. “Well, someone straightened out.” You said slightly taunting him. He was about to open his mouth to explain what happened but you cut him off. “You don’t need to explain to me. I know what’s going on.” You said as you took a sip of your tea. He smiled, looked you in the eyes and thanked you. Those eyes. So sharp yet so pretty, bittersweet. The servant walked in. “I hope didn’t interrupting anything, but it’s almost time for the ball.” Riki thanked her for letting us know and she left. “We should get going” he said. And with that you both took a leave.

Riki left first, he got to his room and immediately started to get ready. You and Sunoo on the other hand, decided to play around. Looking at the frost bitten windows, You gasped, “It’s snowing!” You heard you voice echo through the halls of the enormous castle, causing you to go red, and Sunoo to laugh. He grabbed your hand and pushed the doors open. You two were running and chasing each other like children, chucking snowballs at him and screaming after. Riki looked down at you at the window. He felt his heart ache. A tightening feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He was jealous. Jealous his brother got more along with his partner more than him, and angered more by the fact that you saw him at his worst.

You and Sunoo were pulled inside by the guards like children. Still laughing over what just happened. Your cold hands aching at the feeling of being in the cold for that long. You and him were thrown in your rooms, getting your make up and hair done. You were quickly thrown into your dress, and you were done. “That felt like a blink of an eye, you guys work so quickly!” You exclaimed. “It’s our job.” The servants said smiling softly. You were escorted out of your room, and to the stair way. At the bottom of them stood Riki and Sunoo. As you walked down the stairs, Sunoo was clapping, cheering you on. You flashed a smile, and as you did breathless Riki’s eyes shot down to the floor, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, except he did. He had all the cares in the world . “Alright it’s time we go in, everyone’s waiting.” You slithered your hand into Riki’s and whispered “Shall we?” He looked down at you and replied, “We shall.”

Just as he said that, the doors of the ball room opened and there was everyone. You even spotted your family. You two walked down the stairs, all eyes on the both of you. You two taking steps at the tempo the orchestra was playing, gracefully glancing at the guests. You made your way to the table. You sat down next to Sunoo and whispered, “Was I okay?” “You were magnificent.” “I hope so..” you laughed. “I’m going to go say hello and pay my respects to the people of the other kingdoms.” Riki said to you. “Alright! I’ll be here with Sunoo.” “That’s the problem..” he whispered so ever quietly. “What?” “Nothing-“ he shot back and left. As he left, music started to play. “Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song to waltz to-“ Sunoo stated. Just as he did you pulled him up and took him straight to the dance floor. You both bowed and placed your hands in each other. You two swayed left and right, immersing yourselves into the music. Riki was with a group of his prince’s he grew up with, looking at you two. “Isn’t she supposed to be yours?” The brothers Sunghoon and Jake stated laughing as they jabbed at him, throwing their hands over Riki shoulders. Riki pushed their hands off of him angered. Not just angered at this, but angered at everything that’s happened between you two. It isn’t fair, the way you walked in the castle, immediately face to face with the most horrible version of himself. If only you knew how he would go to “check up on your kingdom to make sure everything is in check”, but in reality, he just likes the way you look when you work. Face full of passion and strength. Or the way you gifted the little girls and boys of your village flowers, hugging them with all your might.

You and Sunoo went back to sit at your table, tired from all the dancing, to come back to cake placed prettily in front of each seat. You both sat back and ate. “Say aaaa~” Sunoo laughed at his own remark. “Aaaaa~” you laughed back, not expecting him to actually do it, but to your surprise, he actually did it. You laughed uncontrollably, just thinking about how everyone in the ballroom probably witnessed all this. All of this was put to a stop by Riki, making his way to your table, “Sunoo. We need to talk.” The way he was speaking, his facial expression. It was just like the first day you walked in. Sunoo got up, surprised.

And just like that they left the room. Leaving everyone to whisper. You sat there uncomfortably, being eaten alive by your own thoughts. “Is it about me? Did I do something wrong?” You thought. And then it hit you: you haven’t been spending time with Riki. He was the reason you were there. Could he be offended? Maybe he was jealous?.. You waited a couple seconds after they left so nothing looked odd to the guests. You bunched your dress in your fists and ran to the door. The live music getting quieter, and your breathing getting louder.

The doors shut. Riki and Sunoo, outside noses pink from the snow. “What’s going on-“ his question was answered by a punch. “How come you never let me have anything? How come you can just sit back and watch me finally have something good? You can’t watch your younger brother succeed, right? It hurts your pride too much.” Sunoo’s lip was bleeding, he was getting dizzy, the world wouldn’t wait for him. He finally got up and shot a punch at his brother. “What are you talking about?” Sunoo stated, his voice harsh. “Y/n.” Riki said, wiping the blood off of his cheek. He grabbed Sunoo by the collar, and pushed him against the walls of the castle. “You know I like her, why are you playing your cards?” He said sobbing. He dropped Sunoo, leaving him on the floor. He wiped his tears and gritted his teeth, “Dont come after me, I don’t even want to see you.” Riki passed right by you, slamming the door after him. You stood there frozen in the cold.

“Sunoo are you okay?-“ his head rising from his knees, his eyes drained from life. “I’m fine. There’s no need for you to worry about me. It’s better that you don’t anyways.” You wanted to reply, but all your words seemed to die at your tongue. He wiped his tears, dusted his pants and left. The moon was the only presence you felt at the moment. It felt reassuring to know that the moon wouldn’t leave you, always illuminating through the night. Your feelings finally catching up to you, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened in the past week. A few tears falling from your face. They were warm, and stung against your cold face. You were called back in by the guards, wondering where you’ve gone. Everyone had left by now. You entered the quiet castle, ever so still and peaceful. You grabbed a candle to light the way to your room. Just on your way up, you heard something from one of the other bedrooms.

It was from Riki’s. Sniffles and quiet cries were heard. You felt your heart sting, he seems so misunderstood. You took a deep breath in and slipped in quietly. His back was facing you. He was sitting on the other side of the room. You swiftly walked up to him, placing your hand on his back, startling him. He quickly wiped his tears. “Stop that, all you’re doing is suppressing how you feel.” He turned to you, eyes beat red from all the crying. His glossy eyes glowed under the moonlight peeking through the windows. “I’m sorry I’m the way I am.” He said, arrow straight to the heart, picking at your soul. “It seems unfair for me to judge you based on the way you acted, you were angered. I’m sorry for that.” You said putting his hands in yours. He looked down at the sight, causing him to smile. A lightbulb went off in your head. “I have an idea.” The confused boy tilted his head at you. You pulled out a tie from his drawer and wrapped it around his eyes. “Should I trust you?” He sheepishly asked laughing. “I don’t know you ask me.”

You took him in one hand and in the other the candle, the warm light reflecting on the walls. You walked him down to the ballroom. You quickly played music and ran back to him. You ripped off the tie, and placed your hand out. “May I have this dance?” He cringed at your statement, “I thought you’d never ask.” He said bringing the same energy to the table. You two danced all night until your feet were aching. Both of you fell to the floor, laying on your backs. “Thank you..thank you for hearing me out, you know? I feel like I’m just perceived as this evil monster, when no one even takes into account of what I go through.” He said chuckling, even though you know he was hurting. You sat up, looking down at him. You brushed his hair out of his face with your fingers. He held your wrist, softly pulling himself up and pulling you closer. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” You whispered. And with that, your lips met. Both of you cautious at first, slowly testing the waters. A warm kiss that sealed the envelope of the birth to a new young love.

[five month times skip]

There both of you were, looking down at the kingdom that now the both of you share. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his roaring heart. All it took was to unravel his secrets piece by piece to bring his soft soul to the surface.

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft layouts #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen niki #enhypen sunoo

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geesecannotlove · 3 years

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Some BakuIida as requested by @donnie-with-a-cup-of-coffee !! This took forever because I couldn't decide if they were going to kiss or not :') but it's finally here like a while month or so later and I'm sorry about that delay. I hope you still enjoy <3

• Adrenaline Rush •

Cw// foul language

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"Glasses." Bakugo snapped from his place in the common room. Legs drawn up to cross in an improper fashion but Tenya supposed it was better than his previous position with his feet up on the table. His note book pulled into the bowl of his lap, Crimsion eyes glaring at the others in the room.

"Yes Bakugo?" Iida hummed, his own navy hues clashing with the blond's. A dying sun over the ocean, his grip on the small borrowed book in his hand increasing.

"Let's go, these idiots are too loud." Bakugo scoffed, ignoring the indignant whine that left Kirishima and Kaminari's mouths. They were sat against each other on the floor, bright colours flashing across the screen in a racing game they'd been yelling over for nearly an hour.

"Alright." Tenya said stiffly, the warm feeling he always associated with Bakugo's attention tingling through his limbs.

It had been an odd feeling to be on the receiving side of Bakugo's harsh affection. His words still cutting but his eyes relaxed in a playful manner, one that expected the energy to be returned. Something Tenya struggled to do, his clipped speech and perfected mannerisms hard to over come.

"I stole a pair of your shoes the other day, they're under my bed let's go." Bakugo breathed out in a whisper like tone.

"Bakugo, we are not allowed-"

"Cut the bullshit Glasses, we aren't going far. Just the track." Bakugo snarled pulling on his own shoes and the jacket Tenya assumed he must have taken when he also took the shoes. The relaxed fabric swallowing his narrower shoulders.

"The track?" Iida repeated, that warm feeling bubbling up stronger than before at the sight of the other. They'd never discussed it before, Katsuki's tendency to cling to Tenya's personal items, quickly snatching them back after Iida had them washed. Nor had they ever brought up the warmth that spread across their skin like sunlight in the summer. It was an odd dance of give and take.

"That's what I said. Let's fucking go already." Bakugo had already thrown open his balcony doors, the soft crackling in his palms growing louder as he threw himself in the direction of the ground.

"Why do we never take the front door. Cerfew isn't even for another few hours." Tenya grumbled, his own leap over the balcony much more precise to insure his joints were protected in the landing that was always too heavy.

"Tch." Bakugo snarled, his face screwed up in a way to intimidate others but over time it had struck Iida is endearing. He kept the feeling sealed away in his chest, afraid of the reaction it would spark in the other. His protests were always short lived on nights like this, where the blood was still pounding in his ears from the leap and Bakugo was already sprinting towards his destination.

"No fucking quirks"

The first thing that tumbled from Bakugo's mouth the first night they'd done this. His eyes adverted and his fists clenching and unclenching with soft crackles of light. Maybe it was seeing Katsuki embarrassed in the privacy of his own dorm that started the spiral of Tenya's thoughts.

"Come on dumbass." Bakugo taunted already too far ahead, a feral smile pulled over his features.

"Yes of course." Iida laughed to himself before he was well on his way, his body built for running, quirk or not. Iida had pushed his body to the physical limits so his quirk could do the same.

Katsuki had never won this race, but he always did a little better each time. His chest rising and falling too fast as he bent over his knees, red faced and sputtering half hearted curses. Tenya adjusted his glasses, a soothing hand on the blond's back and a water he'd snagged from Katsuki's night stand at the last second.

"Thanks." Bakugo spat, sipping the water between heaves of air.

He grinned when he stood again, pink tongue darting out over straightened teeth a feral display that stole Tenya's breath away and set fire to the butterflies humming peacefully in his chest.

"Of course." Iida breathed through clenched teeth, eyes cast to the side as he adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through his wind tossed hair to smooth it back out.

Bakugo shed himself of Iida's jacket and left it in a partially folded pile by the mostly empty water bottle as he moved to stretch out his legs.

Tenya had come to associate Bakugo with the uncomfortable thudding of adrenaline in his chest. The burning feeling that crawled up his throat and demanded to be let free in the form of fond words and gentle touches. But he'd come to know the blond quite well and he'd seen the angry scowls when Kirishima or Kaminari got too close. He had no right to receive a different response.

"What's your problem anyway four eyes?" Katsuki growled half heartedly from where he sat, legs stretched in front of him and nimble fingers pulling at his toes.

"I'm sorry?" Tenya hummed back from where he was mimicking the pose.

"You've been fucking weird." Bakugo sat up straight, his vermilion glare locking iida in his place, "Not that I fucking care or anything, but I don't want to train with a loser. Bad enough you're friends with the damn nerd."

It pulled a laugh from the depths of Iida's lungs. His shoulders shook with the effort and a hand clamped over his mouth to try and stifle the sound. The soft blush that covered Katsuki's nose in the setting sun was breath taking and his childish behavior amusing.

"That's not a nice thing to call Midoriya." He scolded it partially, "But thank you for asking, I'm alright."

"Good, I don't like comforting people or whatever, but if you need to say anything I could fucking listen I guess." Katsuki was stubbornly looking anywhere but the smiling face of Tenya Iida.

"Thank you, Bakugo." Iida hummed, "We're friends, and I'll listen to you too."

"I don't have fucking friends." Bakugo sputtered, his crackling palms face down against the grass by the track, trying to keep a lid on everything that was trying to claw itself free.

"Of course." Tenya laughed softly, "But I consider you my friend."

"Tch, whatever nerd." Katsuki snarled finally standing and making his way to the marked starting line on the track. His shoulder bumping against Iida's side in a way to say he was just flustered, not angry.

"Are you ready then?" Iida hummed, locked in a running position patiently waiting for the other.

"Damn straight. And I'm going to win." Katsuki barked, his eyes locked forward.

He was glowing in the setting sun. His hair like a halo around him and vermilion eyes alive with adrenaline and determination. Ethereal. The word echoed in Tenya's head like the beat of a drum and he struggled to lock it away like he did with all his strong feelings twords Katsuki.

"Go." Bakugo shouted as he took off down the track.

He wasn't meant for running at the speeds Iida could achieve but he was getting there and Tenya was blindsided by the overwhelming desire to see Katsuki radiate with victory. The way his quirk would pop and smoke would drift around him. A feral smile and shining eyes that screamed with vanity. He tripped and stumbled right from the beginning, a problem he never had before.

"Fuck yeah." Katsuki celebrated as he put more distance between them.

"Not so fast." Iida shot back as he quickly regained lost time. This is who he was, a runner. It had been baked into his ever fiber. He would live up to his family name.

"Shit." Bakugo was whining, but he would never admit it and Tenya would selfishly never share the information.

Katsuki never won this game, but Iida could hear the heavy slap of his feet cross the lap line only moments after his own.

"Katsuki that was amazing." It slipped out before he really had time to think, he had turned around so quickly and the praise he'd tried to keep down couldn't be tamed any longer.

That warm feeling danced over their skin in a painful blush. Bakugo's mouth hung open like he didn't know how to respond. Iida had always strived to be proper, but here he was breathless on the school track with Bakugo Katsuki, the almost pro that snuck into his room to steal his jackets.

"Stupid," Katsuki finally grumbled, stalking forward and latching on to Iida's lose shirt, "Idiot."

He yanked the taller down before stretching onto his toes and slamming his lips onto the other's. It was all teeth and harsh movements. Tenya's shaking hands carding through the soft spikes of Katsuki's hair. The emotions Iida tried so hard to keep down came washing over him suddenly and overwhelmingly. Bakugo shoved away first, breathless and embarrassed he darted over to Tenya's jacket, pulling it on and cursing to himself. Iida couldn't find words as the blond was flying through the sky back to the school.

"Oh." Tenya whispered, a hand clentched over his chest where Katsuki had latched on and fingers brushing over his stinging lips.

He walked back to the school, Bakugo's water bottle in his hand. His mind elsewhere as he walked into the front dorm room doors. The common room was empty, but he could hear the distinct sound of everyone milling around in the kitchen and dining area.

"Iida, you're back! Kachan is making spicy curry and Shoto made enough cold soba of you'd rather that." Midoriya hummed from the doorway.

"I'm not hungry, thank you." Tenya sighed back, his skin prickling at the mention of Bakugo.

"Oi, you idiot, you have to eat after that work out." Katsuki snarled from where he stood behind Midoriya, a wooden spoon extended like a weapon.

"Oh." Iida blurted out, unsure of what else to say to the soft blush that painted Bakugo's features and the flutter of butterflies in his chest, "I'll help then."

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Aaaa idk I have mixed feelings but overall I'm pretty okay with how this turned out. I hope you enjoyed <3

#bakuiida #bakugou katsuki #tenya lida #mha fluff #mha au #bnha fanfiction #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #bnha fandom

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garlicdontwork · 3 years

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Immortal Fear: Thou Shall Not Fall (Chapter 11)

The Lost Boys x Thompson! reader(she/her pronouns)

AAAA WE’RE ALMOST TO THE END!!~Zodi

Star drove back to Laddie’s house, breaking the speed limit multiple times, but luckily wasn’t pulled over before she reached her brother’s home. She knocked rapidly on the door, praying for a quick answer.

Laddie opened the door, confused to see his older sister in a panic, “Star, what are you doing here? Is Michael okay?”

“He went to the cave,” she said, out of breath.

“He what? No no no! Why is he going to the cave? That’s an awful idea,” Laddie said pulling Star into his foyer and closing the door behind them.

“He thinks they’re gonna hurt (Y/N). He took his stakes and holy water with him. He’s gonna get himself killed, Laddie you have to help me stop him. I know I don’t like the boys but Michael’s being stupid.”

“He brought weapons? Star, (Y/N) is with them! He’s gonna hurt her!” Laddie said now much more panicked.

“(Y/N)’s with them? Oh no, Laddie, this is severe. What if something bad happens?” Star said, pacing as her brother was racing around the house putting on his coat and shoes.

“We need to get to Hudson’s Bluff now, I just hope everything’s alright. The boys wouldn’t hurt her, they wouldn’t,” Laddie said, knowing the words may not be true.

The two rushed out the door, Laddie quickly locking it behind them, and hopped into Star’s car heading towards the sunken hotel, filled with dread.

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“No!” (Y/N) screamed in horror.

A loud squelching noise followed by the sound of a body thudding to the ground echoed around the cave.

Michael’s eyes widened in terror. He had just staked his niece.

David growled with rage, “You dumbass! Why would you do that?”

The older man stood in shock unable to reply. Three boys rushed past him and kneeled at the girl’s side. (Y/N) laid on the ground, a wooden stake embedded in her stomach. She cried out in pain as Dwayne moved her upper body into his lap as gently as he could.

“We need to keep her upper body elevated, it’ll decrease the bleeding,” Dwayne said on edge. He could smell the blood and it was driving him insane.

“We need to get the stake out of her, it’s killing her!” Paul said, trying to claw his way past Marko to get at (Y/N).

“No, the stake stays in. It’s the only thing keeping her from bleeding out,” David snapped at his brother, silencing him.

Michael continued to stand as his actions set in, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, he couldn’t bear to speak any louder, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Marko was fuming as he growled at Michael, “No shit you didn’t mean for this to happen. (Y/N) might die and it’ll be all your fault.”

Dwayne glanced towards the entrance. “Somebody’s here.”

The five men all stared at the opening of the cave, (Y/N) too tired to move.

“Michael? (Y/N)? David?” Laddie called out, praying that everything was okay.

Star made it down the path first and stopped abruptly at the scene she was met with, “Oh my god.”

Laddie heard her, “Star? What is it? What’s happening-“ he froze.

By the fountain stood Michael in front of the four boys who raised him tending to his wounded daughter. He quickly ran to (Y/N)’s side disregarding Michael’s presence. “What happened? Is she gonna be okay?” he asked frantically.

“Dad?” (Y/N) said weakly, coughing up a few droplets of blood.

“(Y/N), please tell me what happened,” Laddie said to his daughter, his eyes filling with tears.

She sighed sleepily, “I was protecting them, I couldn’t see them get hurt Dad.”

“We need to call an ambulance,” Star said behind Laddie. “She needs help.”

“I don’t think she has enough time,” Dwayne said solemnly, “Her heartbeat is really slow.”

Laddie let out a sob. (Y/N) was his only kid. She was his lifeline, without her he was nothing. He shook his head not wanting to believe that he’d have to live in a world without his baby. He looked at David with pleading eyes.

David already knew what he was going to ask.

“Please, David. Please, you have to turn her. You saved me once, you have to save her. I can’t live without her.”

He looked at his former brother seriously, “You know what it means if I do this. She’ll never age. She’ll have to feed like we do. She’ll be different-.”

“She’ll be here. She won’t die,” Laddie cuts him off. There was no protest from Michael or Star, they knew it had to be done if they wanted to see their niece live another day.

David glanced up at the group, “She’s too weak to drink from the bottle, we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.” The three other vampires nodded at their leader, Dwayne motioning for Laddie to back up and give David space to crouch next to (Y/N) while removing his jackets to bear his arms. David bit his wrist tearing at the flesh. He removed his arm from his mouth and hovered it above the drowsy girl’s mouth, “Drink. It’ll take away the pain.”

The dying girl opened her mouth and let the blood drip in. Its taste was unexpected, it was coppery but had hints of smoke and cinnamon. After a few drops slid down her throat, she found it addicting. She reached up and pulled David’s bleeding wrist to her mouth.

David looked to Marko, “Pull the stake out while she’s still drinking, she’s distracted now.” Marko nodded and firmly gripped the protruding object stuck in her abdomen. He did a silent count to three before pulling it out and throwing the stake away to put pressure on the still-healing wound. It was bleeding but not nearly as much as it would have if she had not been given David’s blood.

Laddie, Star, and Michael all watched from the side. Laddie and Star had tears slipping down their faces, they had wanted better for (Y/N) and she had ended up exactly where they had started. They felt like they’d failed her. Michael stood silently, slowly being consumed by his guilt.

(Y/N)’s wound had finally closed up and David was putting his layers back on as he stood. “She needs rest,” he said to Laddie as Dwayne picked her up and set her in one of the old nests towards the back of the cave.

Laddie nodded in understanding, he had been through the change before and he knew that it could be exhausting especially when you were changed while you were hurt. “She said she was protecting you. She didn’t want to see you boys get hurt,” he said to David, his voice still laced with emotion.

David glanced at Michael, eyes filled with anger before softening his look and turning to Laddie, “If it weren't for her, Michael probably would’ve killed me. She jumped in front of me, she saved my life.”

Star and Laddie both looked to Michael in shock. Star spoke before Laddie could fully process David’s words, “You stabbed her?” she asked, horrified. She backed away from her husband slowly. He nearly killed (Y/N).

“I didn’t mean to,” Michael mumbled, looking at the ground in shame.

“I don’t care, Michael. I told you it was a bad idea for you to come here. If you had just listened to me, our niece would be safe right now. She wouldn’t be a half-vampire.”

“You don’t know that she would’ve been safe! She was here with them,” Michael spat with venom.

Laddie interrupted him, “They just saved her from your stupidity, Michael. It’s your fault my daughter almost died!” Laddie was pissed, The Lost Boys had saved him as a kid and took him in and now they were offering the same for his daughter. He was offended that Michael still saw them as the bad guys.

“She wouldn’t have been in any danger in the first place if you stopped her from coming here!” Michael continued to fight.

“She had the right to know!”

“That’s enough!” Star shouted over the two. “Michael, I understand you don’t care for the boys but you need to realize that you’re in the wrong here. You almost killed (Y/N) and they saved her.”

“They’ve turned her into a bloodsucking monster!”

“Get out,” she commanded, done with Michael’s incessant arguing.

“What?” he said in disbelief.

“I said, get out. You staked your own niece and you aren’t even worried for her. You haven’t shed a single tear. (Y/N) had to be turned for her to survive your stupid decision,” Star said coldly, glaring at her husband. Laddie stood back knowing he had no place in this argument.

Michael backed away from Star slowly, not knowing how he’d fix this situation. He left the cave not saying a word.

Star sighed heavily, Laddie resting his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She looked him in the eyes sadly, she knew that a future with Michael past this was unlikely. What he did was unforgivable.

Dwayne came back from (Y/N)’s new nest. “She’s pretty tired, she’ll probably wake up tomorrow night. That injury really knocked her out,” he said to the tension-filled room. Paul and Marko lowered their heads sadly.

David looked to Star and Laddie and they nodded, understanding that that was their cue to leave. “We’ll make sure she’s alright,” he said, reassuring Laddie.

“I know you will, we’ll be back tomorrow night to check on her.”

Star walked up the stairs towards her car as Laddie waved her to go ahead and that he’d catch up with her. He turned to David again, “Listen, this really means a lot to me. Thank you for saving her, she’s my entire life you know?”

“I understand, I’m glad you still trust us enough to let us care for her,” David said, uncharacteristically soft-spoken.

Laddie nodded again and turned towards the exit, climbing into the passenger seat of Star’s car, “If you wanna stay in the guest room tonight, that’s alright with me.”

Star stared numbly out the front windshield, “Yeah, I think I’ll do that.” She wouldn’t be going home to Michael tonight.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x reader

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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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aaaa are you still taking the sickfic requests?? maybe "don't speak" with choro as the sickie pls?

SickFic Prompts / ACCEPTING!

Don’t Speak - (character) has a horribly sore throat and is reduced to barely talking while they load up on hot drinks and soup to recover.

yesssss always!!! I had so much fun with this, it hit me right in the Honey Nut Feelios and I hope it does the same for u, sunshine 😩

After still feeling like total crap for several days while his brothers were almost completely recovered from the cold they’d all caught, Choromatsu finally breaks down and goes to the doctor.

He doesn’t really want to. Being sick is something they all hate, and continuing to suffer after everyone else felt better is just astronomically unfair. Sometimes he thinks he can will himself back to health if only he sleeps and takes medicine and does everything a sick person is supposed to do.

The others prod at him to get checked out, though, considering the fact that lately every time he’s tried to speak, it’s set off a cough and is painful even to those just listening.

When he comes back home with a pharmacy bag and an informational sheet proclaiming that he’s been diagnosed with laryngitis, it explains a lot.

He has little choice but to hand the sheet over to Osomatsu as Karamatsu comes over to help remove his scarf and coat and walk him over to the kotatsu. The eldest of them doesn’t necessarily know best all the time, but usually when one of them is sick or hurt with more than a cold or a tiny scrape, Osomatsu often slides into big brother mode and shows a surprising amount of maturity.

For once, Choromatsu is actually glad his oldest brother is taking charge of the situation.

“Okaaaay, guys,” he calls as Choromatsu settles in at the table. “So this thing says Choromatsu has… acute laryngitis. The doctor thinks it’s because he had a cold, I guess, since it says ‘viral cause’. Huh.”

Everyone else is already seated around the kotatsu since it’s the middle of winter and freezing. Jyushimatsu’s arm shoots up right away. “Oh! What’s laryngitis? That’s a funny word. Are we gonna get it too?”

Choromatsu opens his mouth to try and explain, like usual. Instead, he manages to get out a weak, “Probably not,” before he starts to cough.

“Hey,” Osomatsu pouts as Karamatsu pats the third eldest on the back, “this thing says you’re not supposed to talk if you can help it, Fappymatsu. So, y’know… shut up.”

What he gets in return for his efforts is an unimpressed glare.

Osomatsu grins, running a finger under his nose before looking back at the information sheet. “Well, I’m not wrong! Okay, so… the cold was contagious, but it says the actual laryngitis isn’t. It’s just some kind of throat thing that happened because of the cold. So it might happen for the rest of us, but I doubt it since we’re all feeling better already. Choromatsu just has bad luck, I guess.”

Karamatsu hums in thought and continues to rub his brother’s back. “Hmph, we’re probably safe then. Which means we just have to focus on taking care of our dear brother. How do we do that?”

Choromatsu holds the bag from the pharmacy up, allowing Ichimatsu to snatch it and dump the contents out on the table. He points toward the things he picked up at the doctor’s recommendation ― over-the-counter painkillers, lozenges, a throat spray, and cough syrup. There’s other stuff mixed in too, like tissues and a jar of yuzu-cha and a magazine. Though he could have lived without everyone seeing that, it’s not a huge deal.

Osomatsu waves the paper before picking through everything on the table. “Well, it says they don’t have any kind of prescription to give him. No antibiotics since it’s viral. Looks like it says the cough medicines and painkillers might help. ‘Home remedies may also provide temporary relief’… like tea and soup, huh? So we should probably try to keep the bastard hydrated with warm stuff.”

Karamatsu gets to his feet, grabbing the jar of yuzu-cha on his way. “In that case, why don’t I go mix up some of this for you right now? After being out in the cold air, your throat could probably use something warm. Want me to add a little honey?”

Choromatsu nods eagerly, mouthing, “Yes, please.”

Karamatsu’s face brightens at being useful, and he gives an exaggerated pose before heading into the kitchen. “What a good patient! Your big brother will be back with something soothing before you know it!”

“Hold on,” Totty comments as he scoots the lozenges, spray, and syrup toward him, “did you get all this stuff to take for your throat?”

His eyes scan over the labels, then roll back in his head when he’s finished. “Ah, Choromatsu-nii-san! You can’t take all of these at the same time. See, look. They all say ‘do not use with other medications containing’ ― uh ― well ― w-well, I can’t pronounce the word, but it’s the same one! They must all contain this ingredient, so you can’t take them all in the same day.”

Ichimatsu makes a gesture for Totty to hand them over, then nods after reading them. “Yeah, he’s right. If you take all these in the same day, even if you use each one like the directions say, you’ll be basically overdosing on this shit. Your mouth’ll go numb. Be drooling all over the place and maybe having trouble breathing.”

All the medicine is plucked from his hands by Osomatsu. “Okay, so we’ll rotate ‘em, and I’ll take care of giving it to you whenever you need medicine. Y’know, so that fever doesn’t fry your brain and make you forget which one you’re taking for the day. Which one do you wanna use today?”

Choromatsu lets out a soft groan which only serves to irritate his throat further. He could seriously just kick his own ass for not checking that before he bought all of those. The only excuse he has is that he’s in a lot of pain and not thinking like he normally does. He points to the spray, thinking maybe it’ll feel kind of like sour spray candy; once it gets sprayed on, it melts and lingers for a minute, which might be a nice quality in a medicine for sore throats.

“Alright, open up.” Osomatsu tears off the plastic packaging. “Totty, Ichimatsu, did either of you see how many times I’m supposed to spray this?”

“Two sprays every two hours as needed. But it’s only supposed to stay for fifteen seconds, then he has to spit it out. He’s not supposed to swallow it or it might give him a stomachache. Totty, you wanna go get an empty cup for him to spit in and a glass of water to wash the taste out of his mouth afterwards?”

“What?? Why can’t you do it? Your legs aren’t broken!”

“Yeah, but I’m busy.”

“Are you kidding me? Doing what?!”

Ichimatsu shuffles himself closer to Choromatsu and puts an arm around his big brother. “I’m his emotional support Ichimatsu.”

Choromatsu chuckles a bit, though it turns into coughing pretty quickly.

“Oh, my God. Now you know why you’re not first in my brother rankings, right?” Totty grumbles, but gets up anyway. “Fiiiiine, I’ll be right back.”

The idea of an emotional support anything is nice, though, so Choromatsu leans into the contact, resting his head on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. As it is, the fourth eldest is almost like a cat, warm and cuddly when he feels like it.

His fever must be getting to him, because he could even swear he hears Ichimatsu purring.

The next three days in the Matsuno household are, predictably, a little wild.

Although Choromatsu sleeps on the couch in the other room so that his coughing doesn’t wake his brothers, it’s pretty much all for naught. At least one of them ends up missing him in the night and coming to camp out with him anyway; he just counts his lucky stars that when he needs them most, they show themselves to be pretty great brothers.

He also practically lives on soup and tea. Mom and the others try to switch it up a little, because otherwise eating and drinking the same things every day would drive him nuts. Plain miso and zosui were fine for the first day, but after he could breathe through his nose and smell things again, they started offering him other stuff.

Honestly, shogayu and negi-miso-yu have never tasted so good. Now that he can taste the yuzu-cha, too, and Karamatsu prepares some for him at least once in the afternoon, it’s like a small slice of heaven. He’s pretty sure Karamatsu can tell how grateful he is even without words, if the stupidly proud look on his older brother’s face whenever Choromatsu drinks it is any indication.

His throat still hurts like hell for a while. It’s difficult to speak, so Osomatsu, in his infinite wisdom, has relegated his brother to using a mini dry erase board and marker if he needs to say anything. That doesn’t mean Choromatsu doesn’t try to talk. He does his best not to if he doesn’t absolutely need to, however, since he wants to be rid of this thing more than anyone.

Thankfully, everyone is apparently using this as an excuse to treat him nicely. He gets to sit in front of the TV watching Nyaa-chan concerts almost nonstop, while nestling in against his emotional support Ichimatsu. Karamatsu in particular keeps checking every twenty minutes or so to see if there’s anything he can get for his little brother, and whatever Choromatsu asks for, he gets. Hell, at one point he’s craving ice cream, even though milky things aren’t a good idea for someone who’s coughing, and Karamatsu comes back with a melon ice pop, which is almost as good.

Totty even manages to do something nice while typing away on his phone. He says he’s got Choromatsu a date. With a girl. Who likes pop idols. Who’s really excited to meet him as soon as he’s better. He says he texted her a picture of Choromatsu and she thinks he’s really cute. It’s perhaps a good thing that he can’t say much right now, because he’s sure he’d scream loud enough to lose his voice a second time.

Jyushimatsu even sits there on Choromatsu’s other side, and reads magazine articles to him whenever they’re not watching TV. Of course, he doesn’t read the dirty articles… well, he doesn’t read those out loud after the first time he tried and everybody ended up crying with laughter. They all joked that even when he was sick that would be Choromatsu’s main priority, and for once, he laughed along with them despite the fact that it made him cough.

The one who surprises him the most is Osomatsu. Maybe that shouldn’t actually be a surprise, though. He fills the role of diligent oldest brother with a lot more ease than one might expect; he breaks out the thermometer every few hours to make sure Choromatsu’s fever isn’t getting higher, he keeps track of which medicines Choromatsu is supposed to take and when, he helps Mom cook things that will help Choromatsu feel better, and if he’s not doing any of that other stuff, he’s positioned with Choromatsu sitting on his lap, with Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu on either side, running his fingers through his little brother’s hair. It almost feels like the way things were when they were all kids.

Choromatsu is easily tired out when he’s sick, and he’s 99.99999% sure that it’s Osomatsu who carries him to bed every night when he inevitably falls asleep.

Despite the fact that he gives them a lot of shit, and none of them are perfect people, he knows he’s got some pretty amazing brothers.

Today he’s feeling nearly back to his old self, and his throat is less sore than it’s been in over a week. He knows it’s partially thanks to rest and partially thanks to how well his family has been taking care of him. Despite that he’s starting to recover, the others are still treating him much the same as they have been. Tea whenever he wants it ― as well as Karamatsu shoving it in his direction, urging him to drink with that pathetic puppy dog face of his, even when he doesn’t quite want it ― and lots of head pats and the TV turned to whatever he’s in the mood for.

He’s not quite as tired as he’s been lately, so it would be all too effortless to just take advantage of all this. Instead, his thoughts have just kept turning to how grateful he is to have so many people he can count on.

There’s some small part of him that has to admit he can be just as bad as they all are sometimes. He can be selfish and rude and lazy. But when one of his brothers is sick or hurt, he knows he steps up to the plate to try and take care of them. To know that they’re all willing to do the same for him when he’s the one in need makes him happier than he thinks he’s been in a long time.

He’s still got the dumb little whiteboard Osomatsu gave him, because his voice isn’t back to normal just yet. For a moment, he scribbles on it, then he holds it up for Osomatsu who’s sitting behind him. “Hey, Oso,” he speaks up in a quiet, breathy, raspy voice.

“Uh…! Hey, dumbass, you’re not supposed to be talking yet,” Osomatsu laughs, then lifts his head to look at the board. “… Huh? Choromatsu… hey…”

He laughs in a way that makes it sound like he’s about to cry, then takes the board and waves it to get everyone else’s attention. “Hey, guys! Haha… look! Look at this shit!”

Four other pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Practically as soon as everyone has processed what Choromatsu has written, he’s buried in a pile of brothers. He gets arms put around him, and kisses on his forehead, and everyone nuzzling against his face. They’re all laughing in that same way Osomatsu did…

… Well, until they all start actually crying. Including Choromatsu himself.

The whiteboard falls to the ground, mostly forgotten, but the words written on it hanging over the sextuplets like a rainbow.

Thanks for everything. I love you guys. 💚

#Osomatsu san #whump #Choromatsu #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Totty #illness #laryngitis #caretaking #UGHHHHH THEY'RE ALL SUCH GOOD BOYS DAMMIT #I'm crying into my tea I love them so much look at them aLL AGGRESSIVELY TAKING CARE OF ONE OF THEIR OWN

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑎, 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑

𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝐴𝑘𝑎 𝑋 𝐺𝑁!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑎 : 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡

a, can you tell I'm bad at naming things? This took me an hour b, I make this sound so much cooler than it really is lol it's just bokuto and akaashi being cuties

this is another req from tumblr that I'm excited about--also thank you to @sugasfanfics (on ao3, instagram & tumblr) for helping me with some ideas with this! Love you bro!/p Go check out her stuff! It's really good!

Anyway, enjoy!

TW//CW: minor cursing

Reader info: GN!Reader, third year student at Fukurodani, Bokuto Kotaro’s childhood best friend

Word Count:

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“Akaashi! Did you see that spike! Did ya see it? Did ya?”

“Yes, I did, Bokuto.”

“Wasn’t it killer?!”

“Yes, Bokuto.”

“My shoulder hurts a little from that!”

Now that you thought about it, your shoulder hurt a little just watching him. You grew up with Fukurodani’s team captain, Bokuto Kotaro, and you welcomed Akaashi Keiji into your friendship the year prior. Now it was the beginning of your third year and Bo invited you to stay and watch practice so he could walk you home. What a gentleman.

Most of why you immediately let him join the two of you is because he and Bokuto figured out early on they were soulmates. It was great to meet them so young, but you had to admit, you were a little jealous. Especially because Bokuto had it pinned in his mind that there was someone else. All he had was a few scraped knees and/or elbows that he nor Akaashi remembered getting to go off of. Typical Kotaro making a mountain out of a molehill. You’d been dealing with his dramatic streak for a long time, though, and found it endearing.

He was endearing. You’d had a crush on the captain for a while, now, but since he and Akaashi found each other...well, it was better not to spoil their fun.

You hadn't wanted to admit it for a while, but you had a bit of a crush on Akaashi too. There was something about both the boys—very different things, of course—that drew you to them. Bokuto was loud, emotional, and so caring where Akaashi’s intelligence and natural charm were fascinating.

You didn’t have the guts to confess to either of them nor did you want to ruin what they had. They already found each other, so what was the point? It’s not like having two soulmates was unheard of but it was on the rarer side and you doubted you’d be so lucky.

“Nice one, Bo!” you yelled over to him. Today was Friday so you were planning on walking home with Bokuto from his practice. The two of you had spent Friday evenings together for as long as you could remember, rarely ever missing them. You helped him with homework when he needed it, you two played video games or watched movies. Most of the time you ended up staying overnight because neither of you wanted to move from the comfortable couch.

He turned and waved to you, a smile plastered on his face. “(Y/N), wasn't that awesome?”

“Yes, it was,” you laugh, turning back to your homework you decided to work on while at practice (that way Bokuto could have your full attention when you got home—he needed it in school sometimes). “You got this, dude!”

You heard him cheer—he was so energetic today. Someone so positive (unless he was in one of his moods) was hard to come by. Especially someone who felt all of his emotions so strongly like he did.

The end of practice came sooner than you thought it would and you offered to help the boys clean up. They graciously accepted, per usual, so you followed Akaashi around, helping him find all the volleyballs that had rolled around the gym floor.

“Any fun plans for the weekend?” you asked, hoping to start a conversation with him. Usually, he wasn’t the type to start talking to anyone, so you wanted to break the silence.

He shrugged. “Bokuto offered to go to the movies with me tomorrow night, so there’s that. You?”

“Just the usual.”

He mumbled something, but before you could ask what it was, Bokuto came skipping over. He swung around behind Akaashi, wrapping his arms around his waist. “What’re you two talking about?” he asked energetically, a smile plastered on his face.

“Just this weekend,” you reply, trying to match his energy. It was a little tough when Bo was (unintentionally) making you a third wheel.

“Awesome, awesome, awesome! Hey, I gotta steal Akaashi real quick, But I’ll be ready to leave in a sec, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” You turned to walk back to your bag, going to put away the book you had out. However, the boys’ conversation had you intrigued, so you walked slower and listened in.

“One time, Akaashi! Last time, I promise! I just wanna see-”

“Or you can just wait and find out.”

“Ugh, but thats boring! Please, please, please?”

“Fine, fine--you want me there?”

“Yes please!”

“Alright…”

You sighed, wondering what Bokuto was up to this time. Whatever it was, at least it was legal and safe enough that Akaashi agreed to it.

***

“(Y/N), hey, (Y/N)!” Bokuto yelled for you, running out of the club room with Akaashi in tow. You laughed as he glared at him, being dragged along by the wrist. “I have something I wanna try on you. Works on akaashi, I wanna see if you fall for it.”

“What is it?”

“You gotta trust me on this.”

You laugh. “I’m scared, is this safe?”

“Just humor him, you won’t die or anything.”

“Yeah, you’ll be fine! Hold your arm out.”

You follow his directions and you do, rolling up your sleeve. He does the same.

Before you know it, there’s a painful stinging sensation on your forearm, but you realize you weren’t hit. Bokuto slapped his own arm, which was now slightly red where he hit.

“Did you have to hit so hard?” Akaashi complained with a sigh. “That hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry--(Y/N)?”

“What the hell?” you asked, eyes wide in shock. “Did you just--”

“It worked! Oh--Akaashi it worked! I was right! Yes! Aren’t you glad you said yes!”

“We could have just asked them to the movies Saturday…”

You listened to the two of them go back and forth for a moment, staring at your arm. It didn’t hurt anymore, but a moment ago it had. But you weren’t hit. Bokuto was. How did you--

“Is this how you broke your arm when you were seven and somehow I managed to at the same time??” you exclaim, shoving his shoulder. “When did you figure this out? How did you know? What?”

“Well, I kinda had an idea a little while ago, but I wanted to try it out…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But isn’t this awesome? You--wait, you like us, right?”

You roll your eyes, putting up your best deadpan face. “No, Bokuto Kotaro, I despise you and Akaashi with every fiber of my being.”

“Really?”

“No, stupid, I’ve liked you for months I just didn’t say anything!”

“Why not??”

“Cause I didn’t wanna ruin what you guys had!”

“If it helps, (Y/N), we both did the same thing,” Akaashi added. “So, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow, do you wanna come to the movies with us?”

You not, still unbelieving that this was an actual reality. Bokuto grinned and hugged you, spinning you around in his excitement. “Bo, put me down!” you squeal, hanging onto him tightly.

He set you down and kissed your forehead. “Sorry, sorry, I got excited. But you’ll come, right??”

“Yes, I’ll come to the movies with you guys.”

“Awesome!”

“I’m glad.”

You took one of Bokuto’s hands and offered your other one to Akaashi, which he also took. So your first ‘date’ tomorrow would be interesting, but you couldn’t have been happier about it.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I love these guys so much, specifically Bokuto (but I tried to write them both aaaa I'm no good at Akaashi but I tried). If you have any reqs for me, let me know either here or my inbox on tumblr!

Drink some water and stay healthy! Sending love! <3

-𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟

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