#I made his head a little too big on accident but eh

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Seat Belts Save Lives

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: You and your brothers get into a car accident, and Dean blames himself.

“Would you put your seatbelt on?”

You rolled your eyes at Sam’s demand and ignored him.

“You know that’s not safe.”

“Eh, leave her be Sammy,” Dean cut in. “We’ve got a long drive, if she wants to lay out back there let her. She should get some sleep anyway.”

You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at Sam as you made yourself comfortable in the back.

“Whatever,” Sam grumbled, reaching for the radio.

“Excuse me?” Dean scoffed as he slapped Sam’s hand away. “You don’t get to change my station, you know the rules, Sammy.”

“They’ve played the same song four times in a row, Dean. I figured you didn’t notice, so I’d give you a hand.”

“I noticed,” Dean said defensively. “I like this song.”

“So did I,” Sam huffed. “But that was before—Dean, watch out! Hey—“

Sam reached over to jerk the steering wheel, but it was too late. The car that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere—on the wrong side of the road—slammed into the side of the Impala. You felt your body leave the seat, your head slamming into the back of Dean’s seat.

And then it all went black.

You awoke to the sound of Dean calling your name. Your head felt heavy, your ears were ringing, and the world seemed fuzzy for a few minutes before your head cleared. Once it did, you wished it didn’t.

Your head was pounding, and slick, sticky red was oozing out of a cut on your leg and your head. Your body felt like it was on fire, and when you craned your neck painfully you saw why. Along with the bleeding cuts, your wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and the Impala’s door was dented in, pinning you down so that you couldn’t even feel your legs, much less move them.

“Y/N.” You could hear the sigh of relief in Sam’s voice, coming from near your head. “Dean, her eyes are open.”

“Ok baby.” Dean’s voice came from down by your feet, on the right side of the car. “I’m gonna lift the door up, and Sammy’s gonna pull you out. I need you to brace yourself, this is gonna hurt.”

“Ok,” you whimpered, your hands beginning to shake.

“Alright, I’ve got her,” Sam told Dean, grabbing hold of you under your arms and preparing to pull you out.

“Alright. One…two…” Dean grunted at three as he lifted the door. The change in pressure sent pain shooting up your legs, and you screamed as Sam pulled you free of the car.

“I know, I know honey.” Sam collapsed in the dirt next to the Impala, hugging you to his chest as you cried. “It’s over.”

The pain refused to subside, and within seconds you gave into the dark that overtook your vision.

…

“She’s unconscious,” Sam said as Dean knelt next to his two younger siblings.

“The ambulance is on the way.”

“Dean, she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“She’ll be fine,” Dean insisted. “She’s gonna be just fine.”

…

“Is she ok? What’s going on in there?”

“She’s still unconscious,” the nurse told Sam. “We’ve finished stitching her wounds, and we’re prepping for a blood transfusion, but her blood type is hard to find.”

“Me, use me,” Dean spoke up. “We have the same type.”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost a lot of blood, too,” The nurse responded. “We can’t risk—“

“I don’t care about the risk!” Dean barked. “Use my blood!”

“I—um…” the nurse seemed unsure how to respond. “Let me talk to the doctor.”

As soon as she was gone, Sam turned to his big brother. “Dean, you shouldn’t—“

“I have to. She could die, do you get that? I have to do this.”

“They can find someone else, I’m sure—“

“You don’t get it, Sam,” Dean sighed.

Sam was angry. “Don’t get it? What could I possibly not get about this, Dean?”

Dean was silent for a long moment before he spoke.

“I told her not to wear her seat belt.”

…

You awoke to an annoying beeping to your right, and a sharp antiseptic smell hanging in the air. You blinked your eyes open, trying to adjust to the too-bright lights. Once you had, you caught sight of Sam sleeping in a chair to your right. You turned to the other side to see Dean sitting at an uncomfortable angle in an even more uncomfortable chair, his head drooping and your hand clutched in his.

When you squeezed his hand, his head popped up.

“Hey baby,” he breathed, a grin splitting his face. “How do you feel?”

“My head hurts.” You were used to ‘sucking it up’ as Sam and Dean did, saying you were fine as long as nothing was broken. But you didn’t have the energy to lie right now; it hurt, and all you wanted was your big brother to baby you and make it feel better.

“I’m sorry.” Dean reached up his free hand and brushed your hair away from your face. “Baby I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said. “That guy came out of nowhere.”

Dean was about to respond, but stopped when Sam started to stir.

“Hey,” Sam grinned when he saw you awake. “You ok?”

“Been better.” You smiled weakly.

“The doc said you two can leave tomorrow,” Sam said.

“The two of us?” Your eyes turned back to Dean. “You’re hurt?”

“He didn’t get hurt that bad in the crash,” Sam interjected before Dean could speak. “But he lost some blood, and then he gave you some. Docs say he needs bed rest.”

“Which is ridiculous,” Dean scoffed. “I’m fine.”

“You gave blood after getting injured? Dean, are you nuts?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you got rare blood.” Dean tried to deflect with a joking smile.

“Dean.” You remained serious.

“Look,” Dean sighed. “You needed blood, I gave you some blood, it’s not a big deal.”

“You can’t just—“

“I don’t want to talk about it, alright?” Dean insisted. “We’re all ok. That’s all that matters. Now get some rest, ok?”

You said nothing, and Dean’s words made you finally realize just how tired you felt.

Sam leaned over and kissed your head before leaning back in his chair, but Dean stayed right next to you, your hand gripped in his. You felt yourself slowly slipping back into sleep, but just before you gave in to your exhaustion, you heard Dean whisper to you—

“I’m sorry. I’m never gonna let anything like this happen again.”

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@nyotamalfoy

[blackbutlerbrainrots]

Okay how about Platonic Yandere Prince Soma and adopted sister reader?

WC: 1.2k 

A/N: This is after writing!Lily (AKA me) and I just wanna say that this not only includes Soma but also Agni too! The two of them are just so close even in their backstories so it was inevitable for me not to write platonic yandere Agni too.

And as always, reblog for part 2! <3

Hmmm, just based on Soma’s personality alone, Romantically, he’s very possessive and isolating. But him being a platonic yandere? 

Him being a yandere includes a platonic yandere Agni too. Agni has always considered you the child he never had. And plus, you’re his young master’s sister, even when you’re not his young master’s flesh and blood. If Soma says you’re his sister, then YOU ARE his sister. There is no denying that. 

Let’s start from the top,

When Soma was very young, he was neglected due to his mother who was more worried to get the attention of his father. And his father could care less about him just because he was the youngest out of his twenty-six kids. But that title was quickly given away from him, and the youngest title now belongs to you. 

In his isolated mind, he really wanted to meet you. He always had older brothers or sisters. He, himself, had been considered the oldest because he was the youngest. But the moment he heard that the title of youngest was taken away from him, his curiosity skyrocketed. Thoughts like him having a little sibling, and sister no less, made him a bit too excited to meet you. 

He was always verbal about wanting to meet you and this, of course, did not go unnoticed by his butler, Agni. And bless his poor heart (And soul), he pulled some strings in order for you two to meet. And let’s just say that ever since that day, Soma considered you someone he must protect. In his defense, you’re just so cute and adorable! With your tiny hands and big doe eyes, how can he not love his little sister? 

He thinks it’s cute that you sometimes act mature, and he tries his hardest to act like you are mature. But with your chubby cheeks, he just can’t resist, no? He’s the type of brother that always teases you by accident too. He always wants to see what your reaction is to this and that and it sometimes gets you annoyed. Now, don’t get you wrong, you love him dearly as a sister. 

When you got pulled into the life of a princess suddenly, you were confused of course. From an orphan to princess in one night. And all because you were used as a gambling bet. You, of course, am grateful that you’re not in the streets anymore. But turning a princess in one night? Now that’s a change you don’t know whether to welcome it with open arms or not. 

As you tried to live as the “forgotten” princess and live quietly in peace and luxury, you met Soma. By now, you’ve met the other Princes and Princesses, and let’s just say that you were definitely intimidated. So you had to prepare yourself just so you can’t angry the said prince who was coming in 2 hours from now-

*KNOCK KNOCK !

‘What?’ You’re confused. You didn’t have any meetings today except for prince Soma, in which that meeting is 2 hours from now. So, who can that be? Your question got answered quickly.

“Prince Soma is here, your highness.” You visibly froze. ‘Eh? He’s here? Prince Soma? Did time quickly fly past? Or is Shiva really punishing me at this moment?’ You shake your head. Did 2 hours go by without you noticing? You breathe in and out to calm your heart beating fast out of nervousness. 

You sighed, getting ready to not stutter and get this meeting over with,

“Come in.” You said in a composed voice. As the pair walked in, they couldn’t believe it. Soma laughed wholeheartedly. “Are you this short, really?” You bit your tongue, careful to not make this prince another enemy of yours. “I am still 12 years old, your highness. I’m still growing.” The prince and butler duo looked at each other. 

And one thing leads to another, from strangers to having a bond that can’t ever be broken (seemingly). 

You didn’t see any red flags with Soma. After all, he’s the only one that ever treated you like an actual sibling and not some kind of war enemy. Maybe that’s why you didn’t see anything wrong with his behavior. Alongside his butler, you never saw anything wrong with them. You didn’t realize that they were isolating you already. With Soma’s optimistic attitude and Agni’s (In your opinion) ‘cool’ personality, you were put into red colored sunglasses. 

You saw Agni more as a father figure. In your mind, he was the perfect combination of a mother and father. Something, in which, you lacked. Maybe that’s the reason why you looked up to him. You really loved his curry, and you admired the way he was fiercely loyal to your brother. Not to mention, his strength. You sometimes wonder how could he have this balance of a mother hen and father dog? 

Now, Agni doesn’t want you to know about him in the past. Nor does he want you to see him fight. He doesn’t want to scare you off of course. But even then, it probably wouldn’t make you scared. It would just admire him more (If that was even possible). 

Soma on the other hand, is very protective of you. He lets you out once in a while and why didn’t you question his insistent attitude whenever you say “you want to go outside”? 

He would always say things like; 

“You can’t! Brothers and sisters are outside, are you sure?” 

“You might get sick, no? Just stay here, Agni will cook some curry to make you feel better!”

He’s always been like that, you guessed. Even when he’s much older than you, he acts like he’s younger than you. It sometimes pisses you off because he doesn’t like to resolve the problem head on. Opting to instead whine and whine until you can’t take it anymore. 

But if that ever happens, Agni is always there to resolve the feud the two of you have. Even when you say feud, he always tells Agni that you’re “acting” out. 

All in all, it’s like heaven and earth with them :’)

[akiranzee]

Akaza, kokushibo and Muzan with a racecar driver! reader? Yes, its a dangerous sport but reader knows what they are doing and knows how to get out of situations like that. maybe reader shows their scars from previous accidents they were involved in that that taught them how to do better?

🏎️ • ° ` — “SCARS”

-> PAIRINGS: akaza, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji x gn!racecar driver!y/n (separated) -> SUMMARY: You show them the “ugliest” parts of your body. -> WORD COUNT: 1.1k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, little angst, comfort, reader treats scars as ugly (kokushibo’s part), cringe warning? (muzan’s part), ex problems (kokushibo’s part), akaza is an MMA fighter, suggestive, swearing, akaza is insecure, scar kink (muzan), & akaza, kokushibo, and muzan is 30, while reader is 26. -> A/N: modern au!! IDK MUCH ABT RACECAR DRIVING, BUT I TRIED😭. (i think i went too far degrading u guys)

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★ • ° ` — AKAZA:

The night was cold enough to say that you felt like you were naked, standing in the middle of the snow when you literally had a jacket embracing your figure.

Today’s event to say the least, was exhausting. Especially when your lover, Akaza, swore that he’d watch today’s race, but he didn’t come due to an emergency.

Speaking of which, as you looked up from your phone, your eyes adjusting at the dim surrounding for a minute, before finally seeing Akaza in his black car, smiling at you and eyes that literally said “sorry”.

You sighed in relief as the cold night is about to end once you’ve step foot into his car, the warmness will now embrace you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t able to watch today’s race. How’d it go? Did my darling ace it again?” He softly chuckled as he patted your head, whilst starting to rev up the car.

“Mm. I did. It was exhausting. How about you? What happened?” You asked back, as you placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eh, nothing. Just the boss telling me I needed to go to USA for another match.” Akaza answered nonchalantly.

“Wha- you’ll go...?” The worry and sadness in your eyes was visible enough for Akaza’s nonchalant face turn into something of a frown.

“Of course not. I declined the offer. I’m never leaving you, ever.” Your sadness immediately faded, as happiness filled your face that made Akaza chuckle of how obvious it is.

“But... won’t it affect your career? I mean — MMA fighters from USA are usually big shots nowadays..” Your concern comes back again, hesitation filling your mind completely, afraid he might change his mind.

“I’m a big shot myself. Besides, if they’re that desperate, they’d be more than willing to get over here.” It only made you chuckle, remembering just how stubborn your beloved could be.

~~~~~

Reaching your home, you and Akaza shared dinner, bath, and a bed.

This whole month was a busy month, so you guys never get to have the time to do it.. But, that doesn’t stop you.

“‘Kaza, um.. it’s been long, you know... that we uh.. did it..” You fiddled and intertwined your fingers with redness that showed your embarrassment.

Akaza, too, figured it out naturally, his cheeks tinged with light pink too. Akaza wanted too, but he remembers; a scar that lays flat on his abdomen.

It was a newly wound he got a week ago, during training. It was safe to atleast say; that he was embarrassed and ashamed of it.

He is a big shot MMA fighter, after all. He is a veteran and a pro in this field of sports. So, having to just such a mistake slip that easily is just beyond failure.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, perhaps you thought he was getting a little shy about it as for how long you guys couldn’t do it.

So, you initiated the first move: you climbed up the bed, and took his shirt off. It caught him off guard, but he stopped you midway. But it was too late. You had already seen the scar lying atop his abdomen.

Akaza felt ashamed, wanting the bed to swallow him up. But in the middle of it all, your finger that traced his scar smoothly... made him think otherwise.

“Akaza... are you... ashamed of this?” The ticklish feeling of having your finger run over his scar multiple times comforted him.

He nodded shyly, not expecting this to happen. What he did not expect more, was how many scars you gained over the lapse of one month, as you undressed in front of him.

His eyes widened, as there were no scars before on your chest, stomach, and waist.

“I’ve also gained a lot of them.. hehe.” You smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, but at the same time, proud at the result of all your hardworks.

Akaza too, traced the outline of your scars. They were bigger than his. He looked at you with curiousity in his eyes, why would someone as good and best as you have this much scars.

“I may be good and all but... I’m still improving. It hurts, but these scars remind me of my journey of being here now. After all, without these, and you, I wouldn‘t be here and win today’s race.” Slowly, your arms snaked and wrapped around his neck, the so little space between the both of you was tempting to not close it in.

Maybe, having a scar wasn’t so bad at all. Especially when you both are matching with one of your scars laying atop your abdomen too.

“So... shall we continue now?”

★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO:

As the crowd went wild and cheered, you stood outside your car and waved at the people who love you so much.

As you were waving, you looked amongst the crowd and immediately found a certain black-haired color male with red tips. A smile crept up to your face, and your fans’ screams got louder and louder.

~~~~~

As you were in the locker room, you changed your clothes in front of the mirror. Upon taking off your top, you stopped midway as you just remembered how ugly your body looked.

You turned your back against the mirror, and immediately took off your bottom too.

You could never look at yourself the same way ever again, even after that accident. The scars on your back and stomach, served only as a failure. You’re the best, the top of all racers in the world. How can you allow a failure such as this...?

It’s beyond helping. Your body looked rotten from top to bottom. What would your fans think if they saw you like this? Would they cheer the same way as they did a while ago? Or would they change and look at you with disgust?

The slow forming pain on the tip of your finger as you traced the innumerable scars on your body, made you scrunch in disgust. What if Kokushibo were to see this? How would he react? After all, the both of you’ve ever only done it with lights off, as you feared he’d see this madness. What if he found out this was the main reason why? Would he still love you as he always did? Or would he turn his back around as your past lovers did?

It scares you to the brim that you’d be willing to plastic surgery every single inch of you. Maybe those ghastly, scary thoughts would fade — and he’d continue loving you, right? You’d be able to do it with the lights on, you’d finally get to take the shower together, or bathe at the beach freely with a bikini. Yes, that’s right. You have enough money for plastic surgery, you’ll only need to find a good surgeon, and you’ll no longer feel this way, right? Yes, you should-

“What’s taking you so long?” Your desperate thoughts were cut off, as you heard a voice. The voice you wish was never there.

Immediately, you turned around, facing the man you love, and feared. God, fuck. Why now? Why did he need to come in now? Talk about bad timing, he was looking at your body, your rotten scarred body.

Immediately, you turned your back on him, and covered your hideous body, causing you to face the mirror instead. “W-What are you doing here...?” The fear has started, it‘s starting to eat you up so badly, that you stuttered with nervousness, and shook in fear. He was not supposed to see you like this, god. Did you even lock the door? How could you forget? Anyone — not just Kokushibo, but anyone can come inside and see your hideous body, with the face of digust.

Kokushibo notices, maybe he even knows — that you’ve always feared this day to come. But does he even care? No. He doesn’t.

His keen, observant eyes have seen the fear everytime you look at him when you’re doing “it”. Everytime you do it, you always prefer to turn the lights off. Yet you feared brownouts or blackouts, as the darkness that lurks gives you nightmares.

He wraps his arms behind you, covering the scars on your body.

It took you aback, but the man had always loved you for who you might be, and who you were gonna be.

Your eyes watered. Then tears started to spill from your eyes. You were ashamed, and embarrassed.

How could you ever think of him like that?

That’s right... Kokushibo was never one to prefer looks over personality. He had always preferred you, no matter who you might be. No matter how rotten your body is, how scars covered all the inches of your body, and how you might change because of it.

But he never mind, because as long as it was still you, he would still be him, the one who loves you so much.

Kokushibo was never good with his words, so he’d shown it through his actions.

That night, the both of you didn’t sleep, as he had proved just how much he loved you, now with the lights on.

★ • ° ` — MUZAN:

You: 1 attachment sent You: muzieee i got a new scar😭😭👊👊 Zanzan: What happened? You: i accidentally fell off my bike😐😐 Zanzan: Bike? You: im trying biking, since DOUMA HERE WONT BELIEVE IK HOW TO DRIVE BUT NOT BIKE🤬🤬🤬 You: 1 attachment sent You: see that big ass scar? You: YEAHH THATS HIS FAULT Zanzan: Well Zanzan: That’s hot You: MUZAN WTF🤬🤬🤬

Muzan was your beloved, he was a businessman as well as a politician. His busy day and self could barely give you enough time in person. But he never fails to answer your messages in less than one second, even if he is a busy man.

For some reason, Muzan always adored and loved your scars, even if they looked horrid.

Last time you remembered, you look at your scars as a remembrance of failure and shortcomings. But thanks to him, pleasuring you every night he comes home, along with him pressing loving kisses against your scars, and him asking scar pictures of yours everytime he’s away.

That’s why, you could never look at your scars the same way again, for he loves them as much as he loves you, and as much as you love him.

a/n: i think i did muzan no justice here (his is WAY too short)

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Vamp!Aiden, werewolf!Lambert

"C'mon, you've seen me. Unless you've got something to be embarrassed about."

"Yeah, on accident. And I have nothing to be embarrassed about, fuck you very much."

"So what's the big deal? If we're going to keep meeting up like this I'm going to see it eventually anyway."

"Oh, for fucks sake. If I show you will you drop it and move on?" Aiden snapped in frustration while Lambert nodded smugly at having finally gotten his way.

"Fine. But just for a minute, ok. We are in a public place afterall." The vampire sighed in defeat as he shucked off his jacket (he learned the hard way layers were a bitch for this), whilst looking around to check that they were still alone. Ever since Aiden had accidentally come across Lambert in his wolf form on the last full moon, the werewolf had turned into a total brat and been on a whole "You've seen mine, now I should see yours" thing for weeks. Honestly, the whole 'dog with a bone' simile was a little too on the nose when it came to describing his friend.

Lambert wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to happen - part of him wondered if it would be similar to his own transformations - but he knew it wasn't Aiden standing there one minute and a small, black lump flying towards his face the next. Only the fact that he knew it was his friend made him rein in the urge to hit out or flinch away, intead settling for screwing his eyes shut until he heard a small squeak come from the front of his shirt. Cracking an eye open, he peered down.

Aiden was.....there was no other way to describe it.

Aiden was fucking adorable!!

Large, dark eyes stared up at him from a small, black furred face as Aiden squeaked again, cocking his head to one side like a curious pup, not moving from where he was clinging to Lambert. Tentatively the werewolf ran a finger down the tiny bats back, mindful of his wings. He was surprised by both how soft Aiden's fur was and how fragile the small body felt underneath his fingertip. With his enhanced strength it would be so effortless to crush him with just a press of his hand - the thought alone made Lambert feel ill.

Without warning, Aiden took off and flitted into the middle of a nearby rhododendron, "Alright, you saw. Hand me my clothes, please?"

"Huh?" Lambert looked around and sure enough, Aiden's clothes were in a heap on the grass where he'd been previously standing. Guess some aspects of their transformations were similar then. Lambert complied, handing Aiden his clothes through the shrubbery.

"Pants too, asshole."

"Killjoy."

Aiden scrambled out and Lambert absently noted that he'd donned his jacket, but hadn't bothered with his shirt, leaving his toned stomach and chest bare, "So?" He asked expectantly, cocking his head in the exact same way he had in his other form.

"Eh." Lambert threw an arm around his shoulders as they walked, "Not bad for a flying rat."

"Dickhead."

"Bite me."

"That an invitation?"

[punsmaster69]

2/JAN/20XX

[The page appears to have been written in pencil first, then written over in pen.]

Sans looked between the two pieces, kinda taken aback.

"these are really different pieces?"

He showed the pieces to Mom.

"Yes, they are indeed."

She looked a little concerned.

"I'm telling you they are!"

I grabbed the pieces and pointed out differing speckles of color on the two.

Sans held the pieces a lot closer to his face, his look focusing.

"...huh."

"they are."

"sorry, kiddo. my vision's just not having it today."

"or any time as of late, really."

"You gotta quit messing up your eyes. Might actually end up with glasses."

"eh."

With a shrug.

"Eh??"

"You do not care?"

"not really. would probably forget 'em most of the time, anyway."

Things that most people would be concerned about don't seem to phase Sans.

Losing your vision and ending with with glasses is definitely a big deal, right? How does he just shrug it off? DOES he care, and just hides it well? He's forever a mysterious skeleton.

Papyrus can be at times as well, in fairness. They're both full of mysterious happenings.

——

Looking over my shoulder at the journal is what he's doing, but I don't think he can see what I'm writing at all.

"not true. i could mostly read that one."

Entrusting me with this journal again after the last entry I made is brave, but he told me he didn't even read it. If he had, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to write again.

"what'd you do that was so bad?"

"Just."

"A lot of spelling mistakes."

I'm covering the page with my hand.

"awful spelling or not, i appreciate you trying to take on the responsibility today."

"Are you sure you don't have anything you want me to transcribe like Mom did?"

"nah."

"not enough that's page-worthy."

"Tell me the small things, then. I'll write it as its own section."

"ok. ready?"

"Mhm."

"brain fuzzy."

"eyes fuzzy."

"feels messy."

"........"

"That's it?"

"yep."

"told you it wouldn't be enough."

——

While we're over and visiting, I've been really trying to match Sans' energy.

The low energy.

The no energy.

At least when he gives up on talking, he still squeezes my hand back, like an assurance that he's not dead.

Sometimes he's been waking up to do it too.

"Oh."

"Go back to your nap, buttface."

"..you're th' one grabbin' m' hand."

Mumbling when I woke him up on accident.

"Had to know you didn't die."

That head turn was probably his current version of eyelight-less eye contact.

"m' good."

"Sounds like something a dead person would say."

"...whoops."

"dyin' again."

Promptly letting his head fall back down, back to sleep in an instant.

——

When I asked him if he had any New Year's resolutions, he gave almost only joke responses.

"HONEST answers!"

"ok, ok."

" 'be more honest.' "

"that'll be one."

The other serious resolution I got out of him was,

"get better."

[rubykgrant]

(it wouldn't be an interview with a Q and A! Enjoy Sarge being Sarge~)

Q- What did you know about Blood Gulch before you arrived there?

A- I knew it had BLOOD in the name, which was a fitting title for my red-blooded Red Team. I knew there was an opposing Blue Team waiting for us. I knew we had to guard our flag, and kill anything that wasn’t Red, or the approved affiliated colors. I knew… this was supposed to be a special assignment, pretty top-secret, and I wasn’t supposed to discuss that fact with anybody not in-the-know. I guess that was one of the ways the UNSC tricked us all into keeping quiet about what was going on, so nobody would realize it was all just- just a big simulation. Oh, well. Hindsight, 50-50.

I knew I was supposed to have two soldiers with me from the get-go, but there was some kinda mix-up. Figures Grif would be late, but you’d think Simmons would try to be on time! Which for him, is 20 minutes early! So, I had some time to m’self at the base for a while. No big deal, I kept busy! Found some spare parts and a robot kit at the base, and with a little imagination, duct-tape, and Chemical X, Lopez was born!

Q- Did you have a particular purpose or goal in mind when you first created Lopez?

A- Eh, just wanted to make a decent soldier in case the human ones I got stuck with were lack-luster… I might have had a real premonition about that. Though, I did remove a lot of the restrictions on Lopez’s programming. Laws of robotics be damned, my boy was gonna be able to advance his own internal processing capabilities without limits!

Huh. Come t’think of it… I’m not sure if he was ONLY loyal out of obligation to follow orders… the robot kit didn’t have the usual virtual locks built in, I guess because it was meant to be a spare for the computer ghost who forgot he was a computer ghost. The robot would have needed to accommodate for the decision-making of an AI like that. And if I turned off all the protocols that contained the advancements of internal capabilities…

I, uh. Might have accidentally made a robot with free will, but I never TOLD him he had free will. So he didn’t know he had free will.

Q- That’s certainly an unusual situation… did you decide to name your robot before or after he was completed?

A- During. Half way through, I just thought- this thing needs a name. Lopez was the first one that popped into my head… I helped out at a livestock show as a kid. NO, I wasn’t a judge, I made that part up, sue me. I just made sure the animals had plenty of food and water. The man who was the ACTUAL judge, he was named Lopez. Used to let me grab a free Yoo-Hoo from the fridge in the office. If I hadn’t gone into the army, I would’ve liked to maybe do what he did. Anyway, I was feeling sentimental that day, named my robot after a good guy. Sue me!

Q- Then, it had nothing to do with the communication settings for the robot?

A- No… that was an accident. Hey, wait! Even if there was a problem with the voice chip, the fact that I took off all the limitations and program locks- Lopez should have been able to change the settings on his audio functions at any point! He knows how to repair that kinda thing too, he’s done it for our radios and communicators! Has he been speaking Spanish this whole time BY CHOICE!?

…

… I’m so proud… without anything stopping him, Lopez is just naturally ornery and obstinate… but he’s still loyal even when he’s not forced to follow orders… now, that’s a REAL RED!

Q- Since you value unconventional qualities in members of Red Team, do you still consider Grif, Simmons, and Donut “lack-luster”?

A- That’s not a fair question. What am I, on trial here?

Q- We can skip that if you want… would you rather talk about-

A- Fine, fine, ‘ya twisted my arm! Simmons is… good at agreeing with me. Except for when he doesn’t. Which is… perhaps occasionally a positive trait. To question authority. Except for when it isn’t. Like when it’s MY authority. Except… when I am, perhaps occasionally, WRONG. That boy really stuck to his guns during the whole “Blue Team Tank” incident. Could’ve just nodded his head and dropped the subject when I wouldn’t listen, but he didn’t. Simmons went and proved the Blue Menace was still a threat by finding the tank and defecting to join Blue Team, fought us as a one-man army, and then when he came back, he tried to take over and bury me alive. Like a good and proper Red!

Donut is good at being reliably unpredictable. He’s like a secret weapon. He’s stronger than people think, he’s smarter than people think, and he’s a lot more vicious than people think… and I’m not just talking about his talent for insulting poor interior design. He’s also infinitely more annoying than you’d think it was possible for one person to be, but Donut found a way. That boy is a very… unique brand of chatter-box. Nobody else knows what to do with somebody like that, which is why he’s perfect for Red Team!

Grif is.

Grif… is good at...

He’s very...

Grif is very Grif.

Q- Grif is very Grif?

A- Yes.

Q- Is that… a compliment, or an insult?

A- Yes.

…

… alright, listen. Grif is… good at… NOT dying. Even against all odds, and my best efforts to use him as a human-shield, or moving target, nothing has managed to actually kill him. Which has turned out to be a GOOD thing. In general, because this means we’re better than the Blues. But it is also… fortunate… that Grif in particular is still around. Because of. Reasons.

Ugh, I might have to take a break, go wash my mouth out with soap.

[petitelepus]

For Inosuke and Tanjiro late birthday gift special!

The Kimetsu academy dealing with Wreck-Gar reader!

Summary: You're new! You're Romu, and you are there to investigate Kimetsu Academy! Or so that one guy told you to do, but this other guy is a funny guy! You also save a child and then almost drown, all on your first school day!

Warnings: Car Accident, Almost Drowning But Not

A/N: Reader Has A Name, Inosuke Hashibira, Tanjiro Kamado, Giyu Tomioka, Wreck-Gar Like Reader, Reader Has A Mom, Implied that Wreck-Gar is Reader's sire

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke were in no way new to hectic things. Hell, every day with them was an adventure! But this day Zenitsu was absent due to the stomach flu, so it left Tanjiro with Inosuke.

Or so the young baker's son thought, but he couldn't find the wild friend of his. Tanjiro was confused since they were by this time usually talking and heading towards their first class of the day. The young man started to get worried that Inosuke had also gotten stomach flu, but a sudden yelling caught his attention.

"Stop right there!"

"Hold it!"

"Oi, stop!"

Tanjiro turned to look and to his confusion, he saw Uzui-sensei, Tomioka-sensei, and Shinazugawa-sensei run after Inosuke.

"Nyah ha ha ha!" The young man laughed as he ran, "Just try and stop me!"

"I- Inosuke!?" Tanjiro gasped as he saw his friend run towards him… With a young woman thrown over his shoulder?!

"I- Inosuke-!" The baker's son was saying when he was suddenly caught by his friend and thrown on his other shoulder, "Janpiro! Good, come with me!"

"Eeh!?"

Finally, the two of them managed to lose the teachers who were after them, or rather, after Inosuke, but they had also left the school grounds and arrived at the park by the river close to the school.

"Nyah ha ha! I told you we would lose them!" Inosuke laughed and Tanjiro looked at his friend, ready to scold him a little, but then he noticed the woman, you, looking at him with big pretty eyes and a small smile.

"O- oh, greetings! Are you perhaps a friend of Inosuke?" The young man asked and you brightened up, but as you were about to reply, Inosuke called, "She is my new servant!"

"Inosuke, you can't just grab a girl and make her your servant!" Tanjiro cried out, "If Zenitsu knew what you were up to, he would freak out…"

"Monitsu isn't here, is he?"

"Still…" The young man sighed as he turned to look at you and smiled, "Anyway, what is your name?"

"I'm Romu!" You cheered happily and saluted them, "And I'm new!"

"Ah, I see," Tanjiro nodded while Inosuke shouted, "She is my new servant!"

"I'm new!" You nodded and the kind young man looked at you, "Are you perhaps new to Kimetsu Academy?"

"I'm…" You hummed thoughtfully, "I'm new!"

"Ah, anyway…" Tanjiro sighed as he looked at you and smiled a little, "What were you doing that made the teachers chase after you?"

"I was snooping!"

"Snooping?" The young man repeated and you nodded, "Yes! I was trying to find some dirt about Director!"

"Eh!?" Tanjiro was shocked, "Who told you to do that?!"

"I-!" You were saying when you stilled and then frowned, "I… I can't remember! They had black hair though!"

"That could be literally anyone…" The young man sighed and Inosuke looked at his friend, "Wait, who is the Director?"

"Principal's husband, Inosuke."

"Who?"

Tanjiro sighed as he attempted to remind Inosuke that the director had handed them the winning tickets during the Halloween competition.

While Tanjiro and Inosuke talked you noticed a group of small kids playing nearby with a ball. You felt tempted to go and join the kids and you smiled as you rushed towards them… But then one kid threw the ball too high and too fast and a small girl went running after the ball, only to run straight to the road where a car was heading-!

Suddenly Tanjiro and Inosuke heard screeching, followed by a child's scream, and they both looked in shock to see how a car had stopped in the middle of the road, but what horrified them was the sight of you lying on the ground before the car.

"R- Romu!" Both young men shouted as they ran to you and the car's driver stepped outside of his vehicle, "Holy shit, she came out of nowhere!"

"Romu, are you alright!?" Tanjiro touched your shoulder and you glanced at him, opening your arms, showing them the small girl you had saved.

"I'm okay," You nodded as you looked at the girl crying in your arms, "Girl okay?"

"Let me see," The young man picked up the girl and looked all at her, and to his relief, she was perfectly fine, "She's okay! Just scared.

"Mimi!" Someone shouted and the students turned to see the girl's friends running at you guys, "Is Mimi okay?"

"Yes, she is thanks to Romu!" Inosuke exclaimed as he moved to help you up, but Tanjiro tried to stop his friend, "Inosuke, wait, we have to call an ambulance-!"

"No need!" You smiled as you bounced up like nothing had happened, "Car didn't hit Romu! Only nudged!"

"How-!" The two young men were shocked, they were pretty sure you had taken a hard hit, but you didn't look like it, and neither did the driver's car.

"Thank you for saving Mimi, big sis!" The kids gathered around you and you laughed with a huge happy smile, "I'm glad!"

"Ah, our ball!" One kid cried out and you all looked down to see their ball in the water below the bridge.

"Romu will get it!" You cheered and before anyone could stop you, you climbed off the fence and jumped into the water below… But when you didn't resurface, Tanjiro and Inosuke cried out after you in worry.

"Romu!"

"Shit, I can't see her!"

"Over there!" Finally, you surfaced, but you were only kicking and trashing your hands around instead of swimming smoothly. It didn't take a genius to realize that you weren't doing well and the boys were alarmed when they saw you go below the surface again.

"R- Romu!" Tanjiro and Inosuke called, putting their bags down and they were ready to jump after you, but suddenly, there was a blue blur that flashed next to them and the boys watched how their P.E. teacher Giyu Tomioka jumped after you.

"T- Tomioka-sensei!" Both young men called after their teacher and watched how he went below the surface… And finally, he resurfaced with you in his arms.

"Romu! Tomioka-sensei!"

You coughed as Tomioka held you above the surface and swam, taking you to the shore where Tanjiro and Inosuke rushed to you, alongside with the kids whose ball you had gone to retrieve.

As soon as you were on the safety of dry land, Tomioka let you go and you kept coughing, "Gah, Romu got water in her nose…"

"Thank God you're safe!" Tanjiro cried out and Inosuke copied his friend, "That was dangerous!"

"Big sis, are you okay?" The kids asked and you coughed one last time before smiling, "Ha ha, I forgot I don't know how to swim!"

How can someone forget something so important!?

"Are you alright?" Tomioka-sensei asked and you nodded, "Yes! Thank you for saving Romu!"

The teacher nodded, but before anyone could say or do anything else-!

"Romu!" Someone called and everyone turned to see a woman running at them. Tanjiro and Inosuke were stunned, she looked a lot like you.

"Mom!" You called as the woman dropped on her knees in front of you and grabbed your head to check you from every angle there was, "Oh my baby, are you okay?"

"Romu is fine!" You nodded with a big happy smile and your mother sighed, "You're gonna kill me one of these days, child!"

"Excuse me, but are you by any chance Romu's mother?" Tanjiro asked and your mother nodded as she looked at the two young men, "Yes, and you are?"

"Romu's new friends!" You cheered and Tanjiro and Inosuke smiled as they introduced themselves to your mother, "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

"Oh, what nice young men you are," Your mother smiled and then she turned to look at the P.E. teacher, "And thank you for finding my child."

"It was no trouble," The teacher nodded and Tanjiro looked at him, "Tomioka-sensei, how did you know to keep searching us?"

"I got a call from Romu's mother, telling us that she was a new student and had gone missing on her way to school," Giyu explained and your mother bowed to Tanjiro and Inosuke, "Thank you so much for keeping my daughter safe."

You blinked as you watched your mother bow so you copied her and bowed to the young men who had been there for you, "Thank you for helping!"

"Please raise your heads," Tanjiro smiled, "It was Tomioka-sensei who saved her from drowning."

"Thank you," Your mother bowed to Tomioka also before straightening her back and sighing.

"Romu is too kind-hearted and wants to help and befriend people wherever she goes…" Your mother shook her head, "Because of this, people tend to take advantage of her naive nature… Honestly, she takes too much after her father."

"My dad is special!" You laughed and your mother sighed, "I swear, this kid would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her, or give it away if someone told her to…"

"Please don't be mad…" The kids from earlier frowned, "She saved Mimi from being hit by a car!"

"Did you do that?" Your mother looked at you and you smiled, "I just did what dad would do!"

"Of course you would." Your mother shook her head and then looked at Tanjiro, "Thank you for helping her."

"Actually, it was Inosuke who helped her first," Tanjiro said and Inosuke smiled proudly, "Nyah ha ha! I've decided! The great Inosuke will look after Romu!"

"You don't need to-!" Your mother was saying, but you smiled as you got up and hugged Inosuke, "I like him! Inosuke is so kind to Romu!"

"Are you alright with this, sensei?" Your mother asked and Giyu nodded, "Don't worry, these are good boys. There isn't a bad bone in them."

"In that case…" Your mother nodded as she looked at all three of you, "Do you know what you are getting into?"

"We don't mind!" Both young men smiled, "I bet Romu would like my younger sister and our friend Zenitsu!"

"If you're sure…" Your mother sighed as she smiled, "Don't make them worry too much Romu!"

"I won't!" You smiled as you hugged Inosuke tighter.

"Now, if we are done here, we should go back to school to get Romu's uniform," Giyu said and you all cheered. You were smiling so happily, so excited for your new school life and friends.

[bi-naesala]

Dismas and lovers

4. Bounty Hunter

Dismas knows that giving the person who wants to kill you even more reason to hate him is an idiotic move, but when Tardif pins him to the wall, his bounty tightly held in his fist, he can’t help but to crack a joke at him.

“What? Wanna make out?”

The only reason why Tardif doesn’t paint the wall with his guts is because Reynauld – bless him – manages to drag him away, as Junia frantically explains that Dismas is under the Heir’s protecting, therefore is untouchable.

Tardif doesn’t say anything, just tuts, shaking Reynauld’s hand off of him, and stomping towards the exit, definitely plotting against him.

 When Reynauld and Junia turn towards him, however, he can tell they’re not happy about how this “exchange” went. Well, what can Dismas do about it?! It’s not like he was the one who decided to attack someone out of the blue – or not, after all he did have it coming.

At least he’s the one who got the last word in. That counts as a victory, for him.

  After that “incident” things go back to normal, as normal as they can get in the Hamlet.

Scratch that, they’re not normal at all: Tardif is acting weird. Not that Dismas has enough of a base to be able to actually tell, but he has a hunch that something must be wrong.

Sometimes, Tardif won’t leave his side, and without saying anything too, which makes it extremely creepy – and also makes him suspicious that he’s plotting something against him, despite his supposed immunity – and then, other times, he avoids him completely, which makes things harder than they need to be when they’re sent out in the same group, with one teammate pretending the other doesn’t exist.

The worst thing is that there’s no way to understand what the fuck is going on inside his head, because the asshole not only doesn’t talk for shit, but he always keeps his face hidden, so he can’t even read his facial expressions, like he would usually do.

Talking to a brick wall might wield better results.

 It’s gotten to the point that even the others have noticed that something’s going on, but when they come to Dismas for an explanation, he never knows what to tell them.

  This goes on for a while, until Dismas decides that enough is enough: he’ll get to the bottom of this, no matter what, even if that means finding Tardif himself alone – he’d never fess up to anything personal with other people present – and even if that means that, when he goes to poke his arm, his survival instinct takes over, and he slams Dismas against the wall. Huh, he’s having a déjà vu.

“You again?!” Tardif roars, as if Dismas had gone his way to torment him since the accident – whatever happened, it was all in his head.

Seriously, what’s his problem?! Has Dismas really started to inhabit every corner of his mind, is that what this is all about? Does he really care so much that he can’t cash in a bounty… or is there something more?

Now that Dismas thinks about it, he remembers that there was a certain something he said that got to Tardif and maybe, just maybe, that’s the reason why he’s being acting this weird.

Oh, there are so many things Dismas could do with this information – assuming that his supposition is true, of course – with most of them ending in death, but damn if he doesn’t want to try it. After all, what’s life without a little bit of danger?

And well, if Tardif really wants to… Dismas wouldn’t be opposed. He’s big and strong, after all, exactly his type; you could argue that he’s tried to kill him, but eh, all the people he’s made out with in his life have done the same, sooner or later, so it’s not that big of a deal, not for him.

He flashes a grin at Tardif, as if he couldn’t just smother his face with his fist if he says the wrong thing, and shoots his shot.

“All this just because I offered to make out with you?”

There, he said it. If Tardis kills him now, it’ll be worth it.

Tardif doesn’t kill him, at least not outright.

What he does, instead, is… nothing. He just freezes in place.

“Oi, big guy, you there?” Dismas asks, because he thought he was going to be the one dying, that day, not the one doing the killing.

He awkwardly pats his arm, just to make sure that Tardif is still alive, when he growls something that he doesn’t understand – something about him being impossible, maybe – before raising the piece of cloth covering the lower half of his face, just enough to press his lips against Dismas’, much to the other’s surprise.

What isn’t surprising, however, is the way he kisses: just like when he fights, he’s brutal, without giving his enemies – or Dismas, in this case – not even a quarter. It’s overwhelming, that’s for sure, but Dismas doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind at all; it actually feels good, losing himself completely like this. It hasn’t happened in a long while – since he’s made his way to the Hamlet, actually.

Tardif makes it hard for him to breathe, but the following lightheadedness only makes it better – yeah, yeah, laugh about good old Dismas being a freak, as if he doesn’t know already. He grasps at his shoulders, holding onto them while Tardif keeps kissing him like he wants to devour him – for how long did he hold this back?

His lips feel rough, against his own, and Dismas knows he’ll feel the burn of his stubble against his skin. He could really use some more self-care, but oh well, so does Dismas, if we have to be honest about it, so they’re even.

It’s… It’s great, everything he could’ve asked for.

As good as it is, however, Dismas is in desperate need of air, but right when he was about to push Tardif off, he pulls away on his own, probably for the same reason. Here they are, now, intensely staring at each other – at least Dismas thinks Tardif’s staring at him – as they catch their breath.

Even with his face half-visible, he can barely see anything, and although Dismas is mighty curious about what that helmet hides, he doesn’t try to sneak a peek. He’s pushed it enough, for now. Besides, if the man wants to stay hidden, he must have a reason for it, and who’s Dismas to go against his wish?

“Better, now?” he asks, because he might be able to respect the man’s privacy, but he sure as hell cannot keep his mouth shut to save his life.

To his surprise, Tardif’s answer doesn’t involve any kind of violence; he simply lowers the cloth to cover his face again – Dismas bets he’s blushing, under there – and grunts affirmatively.

That’s all he does, though, as he’s stuck in place like he doesn’t know what to do next.

Dismas would’ve never expected such a scary bounty hunter to act like this, but… it’s nice, to see that there is indeed a person hiding in there.

Eh, he wonders if it’s the same can apply on reverse, if Tardif can now see what’s beyond the crimes he’s committed, or not. Well, for him to have gotten this close and still be able to breathe, he must, right?

Ugh, this is getting too deep for Dismas’ tastes. He needs a drink, and he needs it now.

He should go to the tavern and relax a bit, but not before teasing Tardif one last time – now that he knows he can get away with it, he’d be an idiot not to take advantage of it.

He makes a big show of walking away, before stopping after a couple of steps to turn towards Tardif – who still hasn’t moved, though his head is turned towards him – and he smirks.

“And next time, don’t hover around me like a complete dumbass, alright? Just ask,” he says, before walking away.

Tardif doesn’t reply, or if he does, Dismas doesn’t hear it. And just like last time, he’s managed to get the last word in; not only that, but he’s managed to turn the tide of a potentially lethal situation, so good job, old boy, you still got it.

He can’t help but to wonder if Tardif will actually come back to him, if further down the road he’ll need to vent all the pent-up frustration he unleashed on Dismas just a few moments ago.

Well, whether he does it or not, it’s fine – it’s not like he lacks companionship, down here – but, somehow, he has the feeling that he’ll come back…

He’ll just have to see, he supposes.

[smilingangel582]

Just like old times?

Alright, alright, something about this anime made me want to write this. Hi guys, it's been a while... your angel is so happy that there's a few likes and subs... I decided to write more, and male u all proud. Hehe!

Akatsuki no yona is a good anime, so watch it first before reading this. Warning spoilers alert.

This scene was done before chaos prevailed. There's lee soo won as a main and ler hak and little bit of lee hak and lee yona. The a pinch of ler soo won hehe read as see

"Alrihihihight youhuhuhu wihihin!"

With a smirk, Hak pulled back from the princess and pulled her to her feet. He watched her face blush, similar to her flaming hair, and then murmured, "Never underestimate the power of the lightening beast."

Yona felt memories from her childhood arose, and then she realised how much time had passed and she's already thirteen. He still beats her in tickle fights.

"S-Still I know your ticklish too!"

Hak's calm expression stiffens but he recovers instantly by a threatening smirk "Oh? Wanna challenge me again? Ticklish princess?"

She squeaked, now backing away. "I'm not the only one! Soo won, and you couldn't handle it as kids!"

"Can't handle what?"

They turned, guessing how his time was so impeccable. Hak watched the young boy approach them, looking innocently oblivious.

Yona pointed out, "Hak's cheating in tickle fights! I wanna get him, too!"

Surprised by how she got her act together as if she hadn't been tickled to pieces. Soo won smiled a little mischievously "I see... then allow me to offer my acquaintance to take down this beast..."

"Hold one!" Hak got defensive but as he faced the pretty boy, Yona made her move by grabbing his waist.

He yelped at the sudden contact and tried to keep his struggles neutral before he could hurt either of them by accident.

"If general Hak can't handle this? What will people say about the lightening beasts' weakness?" Soo won giggled as he followed Yona's actions by pinning both exists and digging into his sides.

Hak couldn't help but cackle this time "Dohohont! Ahaha ihihihi wihihill kill yohohou!" He eyed deadly at soo won but then collapsed to a fit of laughter now trying arch away from to gremlins. Yona laughed along finally relieved to get him back.

"Just like the old times, eh?" Soo won smiled half genuine half teasingly.

"Ohohohkahahay! Gahahame ohohon thehen! Gehehet back prihihincess yonahahaha!" He gently shoved her towards the tree before tackling Soo won now cornering him carefully. The younger looked up now, seeing the beast unleashing some menacing aura. Slightly nervous, he gave a rather soft giggle. "I... well, no hard feelings, dear general -"

"Hey soo won..." his voice got deeper as he cut in, and Yona watched from behind, wanting to see how things would turn out.

Hak continued in his husky voice now pulling one wrist above his head "Do you know who is the world's fiercest monster?"

Conscious about the situation, Soo won thrashed a little, but he was too delicate in contrast to the strong big brother figure pinning him. He's feeling the tension.

"You can get a visit from the.... so what's it called?" His calm voice teased as he dragged a finger up the other's side, and hearing the involuntary squeak realising his fate. Hak grinned now understanding how the hint got through, he wiggled his fingers higher before launching, "The tickle monster, perhaps?"

He was a goner.

"Ahaha Hahahak nohohot mehehe!"

"Yes, you! You got the most girliest and prettiest laugh! I can't help it, my cute little brother of mine!"

Soo won lost it as his ribs were assaulted, Hak had especially been skilled, knowing all his weak spots, and this was getting out of hand that he lost his composure.

Yona felt her smile lift at the sight of the boys now. Soo won was beautiful as he laughed airily and lightly as if he had no care in the world.

"Ohoho wait, wait... I remember soo won got a lot of tickle spots... probably more than Yona!"

"Hey!" She looked down now seeing Soo won's hand gripping Hak's free wrist. He had his long lashes fluttered and shut, struggling and trying to escape."Nohoho... hahaha Hahahahk! Stahahap ihihit!" Plehehehehase n-nohoho!"

"Stop...?" Hak taunted more by pinching the sensitive hips, getting him to squeal, "Oh please, we all know you deserve a laugh when you are as cute as Yona!"

"Hak! Stop embarrassing me!" With that she folded her arms across her chest avoiding his eyes. But then Soo won's laughter seemed to make her forget it. She loved him more than ever.

Hak mercilessly prodded at his waist beneath the robe, drawing more giggles and threats. "DOHOHOHO NOHOHOT! OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MERCY!"

"Found the weak spot at last, I gotten rusty haven't I yona?"

"Hak..." she sighed, though he did nothing to stop him.

She noticed how the blush on his face began to spread. He was struggling less from fatigue, she knew it was his limit.

"Alright, that's enough, Hak..." yona said, now pulling at his sleeve. But being too engrossed Hak was way too excited to wreck. Soo won. Until when Soo won, he retaliated by pushing himself over him. Surprising them both.

"Yohohohou hahahad your fuhuhun! Nohow its my tuuhurn!"

With that, Hak's laughter renewed, and it didn't even last long when they both were trying to fight back and grapple. Yona smiled fondly, not wanting to let this moment shorten.

Both boys' laughter filled the Palace, and it will always be a place of happiness.

[reeshyz]

Title: Who could my Santa be? Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe / Christoph Schneider Presentee: Revovovo Prompt: Secret Santa Warnings/Tags: misunderstandings | hurt / angst | polyamorous relationship Word Count: 2.601 Summary: When the whole band agrees to do a secret Santa, Richard is happy that he drew Christoph as his presentee. But then Paul wants to switch their papers and Richard discovers who Paul didn’t want as his giftee. Richard. Read on AO3: here

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“Really you wanna do a secret santa?” Flake asks and Richard chuckles at that. He’s not really happy about the idea either, but how bad could it be? If it would make Paul and Christoph happy (who had the idea) then Richard would do it. 

Till looks at him as if he’s worried that Richard had hit his head, when he agreed to it. 

“Do you always have to be against everything?” Paul snaps at Flake, who grins back at him.

“That’s why I am in the band right? To tell you when ideas are stupid. So this is me telling you,” Flake says and he leans back into the couch. Paul glares at him for a moment, before Ollie chuckles.

“I like the idea. It could be fun,” Ollie says and Richard nods. They all deserve a bit of stupid and ridiculous fun after the last few months of hard work. Besides this is the last week before Christmas and they’d all leave soon for their own homes. 

“See, they all like the idea. So we’re doing it. Chris always has the best ideas,” Paul says, still pouting and Till nods to Richard as if he understands now why Richard had agreed in the first place.

Sometimes Richard hates how obvious his feelings are. At the same time he’s glad that at least Christoph and Paul are too oblivious of them, otherwise he could for sure look for a new band. 

Richard sighs.

“Okay so we need to draw names first,” Paul says happily when it’s decided and Flake had just given up to even answer him. Christoph helps his boyfriend and Richard has to look away, when his hands find Paul’s hips.

What would he give up to be touched like this by one of them? By both of them. Richard feels how the emptiness seeps back into his heart. He shouldn’t think about stuff like that. 

When they come back Paul is holding a little bowl with some papers in it. He sits down next to Richard now, touching him way too much. Richard gasps when Paul’s hand finds his thigh for a second. 

Holy shit. Christoph sits down opposite them and Richard can’t even look him in the eyes, even though of course nothing is happening.  Just his thoughts running wild again. 

“There we go,” Christoph says and he takes the bowl away from Paul, before everyone takes one of the papers out of it. Richard is the last one to pick a name and he glances quickly down at it.

Chris.

Paul’s handwriting. 

Richard swallows. He already has a million ideas about what he could give him. He already made him a rather adorable present for his birthday and - 

“Reesh? Can we talk for a second?” Paul asks and he bites down on his lower lip. He’s clearly nervous and Richard frowns. Had he said something wrong. 

“Yeah sure,” Richard agrees and Pal nods towards the door. Flake is already bitching about his piece of paper, while Till is laughing so loudly. Everyone seems pretty much distracted, especially when Ollie tips his mug over on accident and everything spills on Christoph’s jeans. 

Paul gets up and Richard follows him. 

Outside it’s much quieter. 

“I know this is probably eh… cheating but I saw that you drew Chris and I’d really like to switch our papers? Please I have such a great idea for him,” Paul says and his eyes look so big and cute. 

He knows how to play Richard every time. 

Richard looks at his paper again. There is even a tiny heart over the ‘i’ since Paul had written it. His heart sinks, his mouth tasting like blood. It shouldn’t matter. His feelings can’t matter.

“Oh yeah, no problem. I mean…, he’s your boyfriend,” Richard says, his hand is shaking when he holds his paper out. Paul takes it happily and presses his own paper into Richard’s hands.

“You are just the best friend ever,” Paul says and he hugs Richard as tight as he can. Richard feels frozen, especially when Paul kisses him on the forehead. He feels like his head is swimming.

As fast as it had happened, it’s over again. 

Paul takes a step back and then he’s gone back inside. Richard stares at the door for a moment, a small smile on his face. Paul had kissed him. Even softer than he did on stage. Richard would fall asleep to this thought for the next few weeks. 

Just then it feels like cold water washes over him.

Paul had called him his friend. 

Richard would never be more to him.

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, before he opens the paper in his hands. He’s kinda nervous to see who’s name is written on it now. Richard looks down to it and sighs.

It’s his own name. 

Paul didn't even want to give him a gift. That… makes sense. 

There is no heart over the ‘i’. 

Why would there?

*

Just a week after this… unpleasant day, Richard finds himself on the damn couch again. He’s not really in the mood for this right now, but it seems like he has no other choice than suffering through this.

“I’m so excited what I’ll get,” Paul says and he’s rubbing his hands. He’s not sitting next to Richard, who picked the furthest place away from him. Which means he’s next to Till and tries to relax. 

“Okay since I thought the idea was dumb, I will start,” Flake says and he gets up and takes the golden wrapped gift on the table, that has his name on it. He shakes it very carefully, before he sits back down and opens it.

It’s a book and Flake actually smiles at that.

“Oh wow okay, thank you. I wanted to buy this for months by now,” Flake says and he hastily opens it. Olli smiles at him and they hug for a second. 

After that it goes rather fast because Till hastily grabs his present and opens it. Flake had gifted it to him and it’s a nice bottle of whiskey. Richard has to smile when Till immediately gets up for some glasses. 

They all clink their glasses and Richard groans at the taste.

Just what he needed.

Oliver opens his one next and shows them his newest sweater, that has something very graphic on it. Richard snorts, when Till proudly announces that he had bought that for him. Ollie is not even embarrassed he just throws it on. 

“I got this for you,” Paul says now and he holds a red package up. Chris seems happy about that and presses a short kiss to Paul’s cheek. Richard doesn’t want to look at them but he can’t help it. 

It’s a necklace and Paul even helps him to put it on. Christoph seems rather touched and they kiss again. Richard has to admit that the necklace looks very beautiful and it suits Chris perfectly.

Richard touches his own chest for a second.

He wonders what it would feel like to be so special, that someone would give him a necklace too. He’d wear it everyday and he knows how much it would mean to him. Especially because this one looks like drumsticks are hanging from it.

Maybe in another life Paul would’ve made him one with his guitar?

"Okay, next one. I don’t wanna see you kissing all day,” Till says and Christoph chuckles. Richard sighs and looks down at his own lap. There’s a package of cigarettes waiting for him, a brand new one.

“I have something very special for you,” Christoph says and he holds out his gift to Paul. It looks beautifully wrapped, even with a red bow and everything. 

Till next to Richard frowns. 

“Wait a second, how did you draw each other?” Till asks and Paul looks a bit embarrassed but he’s not saying anything. Richard wouldn’t either.

“Yeah that means…,” Flake says and he looks directly at Richard, who’s suddenly very interested in his fingernails. Damn maybe he should’ve painted them red today? Just like the blood that’s leaving his face. 

“Richard?”

“Huh?”

Richard looks up when Oliver calls him. He looks kinda nervous and that is never a good sign. Ollie hates it to show emotions like that so openly. 

“What did your piece of paper say?” Till asks, the worry so clear in his voice. 

Richard takes a deep breath and then goes for his best fake smile. He could do this. He’d been lying to the press since he’d been twenty-five and he had lied to his friends before as well. Not that he’s proud of either.

“It had my own name,” Richard says and suddenly it’s so quiet in the room. Richard doesn’t dare to look at Paul and Christoph. He doesn’t want to see the pity in Christoph’s eyes and he’s not even sure if wants to know what Paul had been thinking. 

“Then why didn’t you switch with one of us?” Flake asks and Richard shrugs. He feels overwhelmed and slowly gets up.

“Nah, it’s okay. I got myself something,” Richard says and he’s trying to smile again. Why does it feel so wobbly and why are his knees so weak? He’s barely holding himself up, this is all so embarrassing. 

“What did you get?” Christoph asks and Richard finally turns to the love birdies.

“Cigarettes. A whole new package. Which I will use now. Excuse me,” Richard says and he walks out of the room before someone can stop him. 

Outside it’s really cold but it calms him down for a second. 

Never had he felt this unloved and while he knows that it’s his own fault, his heart doesn’t seem to understand that. Richard isn’t sure why he still had some hope sometimes left in him, but right now it feels like it’s all gone.

“Being alone can be something good too,” Richard lies to himself, ignoring his own tears.

He’d always been good at both.

*

“This is my fault,” Paul says quietly when nobody is saying anything. Till looks rather angry and Paul wants to hide behind his boyfriend for a moment. He had fucked this up.

“What do you mean, baby?” Christoph asks and Paul can’t even look him in the eyes.

“I… I switched my paper with his. B-but only because I found the necklace and I wanted to give it to you so badly, I even have a matching one for Richard too!” Paul says and he can’t help but curl more into himself.

“What?” Till asks, his voice is so sharp. 

“Paul? Did you even look at the paper before you switched it with him?” Christoph asks and Paul looks down to his shoes.

“No… I was just so excited when I saw that he had your name,” Paul says and Christoph hugs him. Paul hides his face against his shoulder. He feels so bad. They all knew how often Richard had to fight his insecurities. 

“Okay good. We need to explain that to him,” Flake says and Paul nods against Christoph’s shoulder. He didn’t want to make Richard feel bad.

“But you said you have a necklace for him too?” Till asks, he sounds a lot more soft now and Paul turns to him.

“Yeah I wanted to give it to him on Christmas, i-if Chris and I would finally have the guts to ask him out,” Paul explains and to his surprise Till starts to smile at that. Even Ollie and Flake seem a lot more happy.

“That’s good. I mean he never said anything, but I can see how he looks at you,” Till admits and Christoph smiles at Paul.

“We really hope that he likes us back, but yes I have seen it too,” Christoph says and Till nods at them. Paul tries to relax.

“Okay I’ll get Richard and you get the necklace!” Till says and Paul nods hastily. He’s out of the door before anyone else can say something.

He would make Richard happy again.

*

“Scholle?”

Richard tries to act natural and he wipes his tears away, before Till has fully opened the door. He doesn’t want his best friend to worry.

“Yeah?”

“Will you come back inside? You’ve been out for some time and it’s fucking cold,” Till says and Richard sighs. He throws his cigarette to the ground and steps onto it, ignoring the other two he had already smoked next to it.

He could consume his present like he wanted to.

“I’m sorry you felt like we didn’t love you. And don’t even deny it, I know you think that. But I'll let the others explain,” Till says and Richard walks over to him. He even gets a small hug. 

They walk back inside and to Richard's surprise they’re all still in the living room. Paul is sitting on Christoph’s lap but they’re both getting up when they walk in. Paul is holding a small box in his hands.

“Richard?”

"Uhm, yes?"

“I’m sorry for making you switch with me. I didn’t know that you would get your own name, I didn’t even look at it. B-but I… I also had a present ready for you. It wasn’t planned to give it to you now, but…,” Paul holds the small blue package out for him.

Richard frowns.

“Thank you but, uh you don’t have to. I mean if it’s my Christmas present you can give me it then,” Richard says and he smiles. He hates that Paul feels bad for this. He didn’t want to make Paul sad. 

“No, we really want to give it to you now. So you understand what you mean to us,” Christoph says and he takes the package into his own hands, when Richard doesn’t take it. Christoph even opens it and shows Richard what’s inside.

It’s a necklace.

Of his guitar.

“Oh.”

“We weren’t sure if you, well if you ever liked us back, but we were kinda hoping that you would,” Christoph mumbles, there is a blush on his cheeks and he looks so cute. Richard frowns.

“Is this a joke?”

“No, darling, we would never joke about something like this. We just were too scared to ask you out and then we fucked this up. I’m sorry,” Paul says and Richard finally takes the necklace. 

“It’s beautiful,” Richard mumbles, he can’t believe this is real. He does hear how Till, Oliver and Flake leave them alone though.

“You deserve a sweet present as well,” Paul says and he helps Richard to put the necklace on. Richard’s heart beats so fast. He had wished for this moment and he can’t believe it’s really happening. 

“B-but…”

“No buts. Since I don’t have such a beautiful necklace, I want to offer you another present,” Christoph says and Richard frowns.

“Like what?” Richard asks, squinting at him.

“What did you wish for the most this year?” Christoph whispers and he comes even closer. Richard swallows dryly. 

“To be loved.”

Christoph kisses him and Richard finally feels like he’s coming home. He can’t believe that any of this is real but he feels that Paul takes his hand into his own. Christoph hums and then takes a step back.

“You are loved,” Paul says before he also presses a short kiss to his mouth as well.

“I… I love you too,” Richard mumbles, the embarrassment back at full force. 

He knows that he can’t believe his luck right now but he also knows that Christoph and Paul would show him what it’s really like to be loved. 

Richard smiles.

[mordenheim]

Expanding their Business

This is my first time posting something I would consider a solid mature rating here.  Hopefully I won’t get into too much trouble!  Stephanie used with permission from @goattrain “Hello?  Anybody here?”  Stephanie’s voice echoed in the huge warehouse as she stepped inside.  Her hooves clipped pleasantly on the cool concrete floor.  It was smooth and polished, the covered with some sort of non-slip surface.  The goat femme was in a decent mood today, but wasn’t in a particularly BIG mood at the moment, so the place seemed absolutely massive.   She stroked at her goatee a moment, squinting into the gloom before lights slowly began to turn on overhead.  Not rapidly enough to blind her or even to be uncomfortable.  Just a gentle, increasing glow to the surroundings.  She blinked as the entire warehouse, huge as it was, seemed to be entirely empty save for what looked like another, smaller square room built right into the center.

“Well, this must be where my mysterious contact must be.”  She shook her head and made her way towards the room.  She wondered why someone from Trivial Matters Inc. would be interested in talking to someone from Party Time Industries.  Being that they both made similar products they were often in competition, though it had been friendly so far. Pausing in front of the door, she blinks as she realizes that the door was a little larger than normal, almost like it was made to accommodate her if she were really feeling high energy.  She shrugged, her russet mane falling over her shoulder as she reached out a two-fingered hand and knocked softly. There was a bit of noise from the other side of the door and a muffled voice said, “Sorry, still moving a few things around but please, come in!” Her ears twitched a little at the familiar sounding voice as she opened the door and stepped in.  There was a table, a few chairs, a refrigerator against one wall, as well as a desk and a large couch.  She squinted as she didn’t see anyone at first until she saw a familiar red maned zebra stand up from behind the desk, holding something about the size of a shoe box in his hands.

“Oh hey, Steph! Long time no see!”  He set the box down on the desk and stepped around it, arms outstretched. “Vic!  What’ve you been up to?”  She steps forwards and gives the tall, slender zebra a tight hug, deciding to not turn him into a Stephanie.  At least not quite yet! She tilts her head, looking down at the box with a great deal of curiosity.  “So, what’s going on?  Why all the secrecy and hush-hush?” He reluctantly let go of the hug.  He really enjoyed the feel of her warm, soft body against his.  “Eh, we had a bit of an accident at one of our distribution centers and we have a new product to get out in a hurry.  Since we cater to a similar crowd we decided to let Party Time Industries take a look at it and see if they might be interested in a distribution partnership.” “Oh…”  Stephanie looked a little disappointed, “So, strictly business…” “Well, yes and no…  After all, how would you be able to make such an important decision without a proper demonstration?” Her eyes lit up a little at the mention of a demonstration and fell on the box the zebra had been carrying.  “You have a good point.  So, what do we have here?” Victor sets the box on the counter and opens it to reveal what looks like a bridle for an equine without the mouth bit and a lead. Steph giggles a little, covering her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that your company was getting into leather and bondage.” He chuckles, shaking his head, “We’re not, really, at least not like that..  You see.. Once someone puts this on, it instantly negates any and all size shifting effects or abilities.” She wrinkles her nose a little at that, “Well, that’s just the complete opposite of fun, isn’t it?” He gives a bit of a grin, showing off a quick flash of unusually sharp, white teeth.  “That’s where the lead comes in.  You see, you wear the bridle and give the lead to your partner.” “Still sounding like bondage..” He rolls his eyes at her a little, “If they pull on the lead, you start to grow, the harder the pull, the more drastic the growth and the longer the pull, the longer the spurt will last!” The slender zebra had started to unbutton his lab coat to prepare for the demonstration.  Underneath he was dressed in a TMI branded unitard designed to stretch over someone even if they grew to macro size.  He started to reach for the bridle when Stephanie, who had been sitting wide-eyed since she heard what it does suddenly reached out and took him gently by the wrist. “Put it on me,” she whispered breathlessly. He blinked, startled, looking at her as she stared down at the pile of leather straps.  “Wait, what?” She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his and uttered slowly, “Put.  It. On.  Me.” He shrugs and nods, “Alright, if that’s what you want.  I think you can say goodbye to your wardrobe in a few minutes, though.” She looked back at the zebra through half-lidded eyes, grinning.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Shaking his head, he makes a few necessary adjustments to the headstall.  Walking around the table, he smiled a little as she lowered her head and closed her eyes for him as he placed the leather straps around her head and muzzle, fastening them into place.  Notably, the headstall didn’t have a bit so her mouth was free. She rubbed her hands together before looking up at him, “Okay, so how does this work?” He attached the lead to the side of the bridle, grinning, “This is key to having the most fun, I feel.  Not completely necessary as all it really needs is pressure on the bridle, but still a nice addition.” Stephanie picked up the lead in her hands, closed her eyes and gave it an experimental tug.  She blinked and opened her eyes as she didn’t feel anything.  “Hey, what gives?!” Victor gave another grin, flashing those oddly sharp teeth of his.  “I told you, you need to give the lead to a partner.  That’s what makes it so fun and unique.” Reaching out, he took the lead gently from her fingers.  Wrapping it around his hand, he gave the leather strap one quick, firm tug. The goat femme gasped as the warm energy flowed through her in a rush. She felt her legs suddenly lengthen beneath the table, her rear widen in her seat as her pants tightened around her thighs and she shivered as a little bit of a draft tickled the exposed fur of her belly as her shirt lifted up over her waistband, all in less than a second!

She sat back in her chair, blinking.  Her heart was racing from the sensations that had just been coursing through her body.  She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she smiled across the table at the zebra, nodding. “That’s really something.  But, um..  I think it needs a bit more of a thorough demonstration.” Victor grinned, rubbing the soft leather strap with his thumb as he held it in his hand. “Alright then, what did you have in mind next?” “Let’s try a longer, gentle pull.  See what happens and how that feels.” The zebra nods, smiling.  His oddly sharp, interlocking teeth barely visible between his lips.  Wrapping the lead around his hand, he gives a very gentle pull and just holds it. Letting out a soft sigh, Stephanie closed her eyes and places a hand on her chest.  This time it felt like there here hundreds of gentle hands inside of her, sculpting her, reforming her body from within, always pushing outwards ever so slightly.  Opening her big, blue eyes, she looked at herself and her surroundings.  Her growth was so slow that at first glance she didn’t think anything was actually happening, that it was just an intensely wonderful sensation.  Then she blinked as she felt the telltale pop of the button on the waist of her jeans. Victor gave a knowing grin, “So, how does it feel?” “D.. don’t stop just yet, please…” He leaned forwards a little to make sure the force of his pull stayed steady as she expanded outwards almost agonizingly slowly, her head creeping upwards literal millimeters at a time.  If he looked very closely, he could see her sleeves slowly creeping up her forearms or seams tightening over her shoulders ever so slightly. She couldn’t stop her little fluff of a tail from wagging madly behind her as she felt the hole in her pants tightening around the base of it.  The buttons down the front of her blouse started to gap open slightly as it tightened around her, making her close her eyes and hum to herself.  She was disappointed when she felt the lead go slack again and the growth slow to a halt. “I’m guessing you enjoy it so far?” She placed a hand on her chest, trying to get her heart to slow down for a moment.  Nodding her head vigorously she replied, “Oh yes, very, very much so.” “Oh, and just for a nice little option?”  The zebra reaches across the table towards the now taller goat’s face.  Unable to resist, he strokes her cheek and slides his fingers downwards to caress her feather-soft goatee.  He looks up and catches her bemused gaze and blushes a bit, “S.. sorry…  I meant to do this…” He hooked his finger into the ring on the bridle opposite where the lead attached.  Giving it a careful tug, he found himself smacked in the forehead by one of Stephanie’s buttons as the one straining across the center of her bust literally snapped. The plastic center gave up and broke, sending the rest of the button to bounce off of the zebra and clatter to the table, revealing a hint of her lacy bra and soft brown and cream colored cleavage. She leans back in the chair, which creaks and groans under her weight, her much wider rear barely fitting between the arm rests now.  “Well now…  That..  That was very unexpected..” He grinned up at her.  “So, do you think we might have a partnership?” She thinks a moment, stroking her goatee.  Every movement causes her clothing to creak audibly as it strains against her swollen form. “Well, it certainly does seem like fun so far, but I feel like there may be a few features you haven’t shown off yet.” The zebra blinks and tilts his head, “I mean, there may be a few, but what.. How could…  I mean..?” The big goat giggles a little and points tot he loop at the end of the lead currently dangling loosely from her cheek.  “Like this right here.  I mean, that little loop must serve some purpose, right?” “Well, yeah.  It’s just a simple wrist strap.  You put your hand through it and tighten it down a little so you don’t accidentally drop the lead.  Like this.”  He puts a hand through the leather loop and adjusts it a little so it’s snug around his wrist. “Wonderful. Let’s test it!” “Wait, what do you…?!” Before he could react, Stephanie suddenly leaned back away from the table. Victor was pulled bodily against the edge of it, knocking the wind out of him as the lead was jerked tight!  Stephanie let out a bleat of desire as she rapidly swelled out in all directions.  Buttons scattered one after another as they burst from the increasing pressure from within.   Within moments her pants also started to burst apart up her legs.  The sound of shredding cloth and busting seams was music to her ears, and to the zebra’s as well though he hated to admit it!  In seconds she was towering over him in just a pair of dark blue panties and a matching lacy bra that were quickly becoming overwhelmed by her increasing height and bulk!  The panties cut deep into her hips and her breasts bubbled up to overflow the cups in mere seconds!   Victor opened his mouth to protest, but there was a loud snap as her breasts broke free of their confines and her bra wrapped itself around his head, blinding him. He heard a heavy thump as her horns collided with the ceiling and struggled to use his free hand to remove the offending underwear. “Now hold on a sec…”  Two more rapid snaps and her panties snapped free and followed the example of their sister bra and wrapped around his muzzle! His eyes widened in panic as she slowly stood up straighter, still growing.  Her head soon punched its way through the ceiling of the small box-room and he felt his hooves lifting off of the floor!  In a hurry to get things back under control, he stood on top of the table, but the second she felt her growth start to slow, she glanced down in his direction and kicked the table out from beneath him! In mere seconds she had grown her way out of the small demonstration room and into the warehouse proper.  Somehow, it didn’t seem quite as huge and empty to Stephanie as it had before, and it seemed to be becoming rapidly less so.  Glancing down, she giggled as she saw the zebra, dangling from the tether by one arm and occasionally bouncing off of her soft belly.  She was a bit fascinated at how the lead adjusted itself as she grew, the connection staying secure, but the scale shifting to be closer to that of her tiny, striped partner as it reached the other end. Victor swung wildly from the lead until he managed to get his hooves planted against her belly.  They sunk into her fur and flesh a little as he leaned back and started to scale the goat giantess like a mountain!  Unfortunately for him, leaning back like he was and pulling to climb was accelerating her growth even more and causing his climb to get longer with every passing second.   He scrambled his way upwards as she threw her head back in an earsplitting bleat of pleasure.  Above him, her head slammed straight through the ceiling of the warehouse as below her hooves outgrew the smaller room, bulging the walls out before bursting it from within. He scrambled faster, pausing for a second to catch his breath, straddling her nipple, causing her to giggle and moan as she reached up with her free hand, grasping her other breast and squeezing. Finally, he managed to reach the side of the bridle.  The hook connecting to it resized almost magically at his touch as he finally was able to unhook it, bringing the colossal caprine’s growth to a temporary stop.  She pouted a little as she kicked her way through the wall of the warehouse.  She gave another few soft bleats and whimpers as more growth spurts piled onto her gigantic form as Victor climbed up the side of the bridle and settled down just inside one of her immense curved ears. Stephanie moaned, letting her hands explore her mountainous form as her ear twitched slightly.  She could hear her tiny partner’s voice clear as a bell now. “So, did we have fun?  Meet all expectations?” The gargantuan goat grinned, nodding her huge head carefully.  “Exceeded all expectations, and I get the feeling that it could have gone a whole lot farther.”  She smiled and turned as she posed, letting the entire city drink in her beautiful form. “So, I’m assuming the distribution deal is a go?  Can we count on party time industries to distribute these for Trivial Matters, Inc?” “Mmmm…  that depends…” The zebra almost growls in frustration, “On what, exactly?!” “On how soon you can get one of these yourself so we can have a little…  mutual playdate….”

[lake-archive]

Scene 45

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Fandom: Persona 5

Character (main): Anja / Luka (OC), Ole (OC)

Scene 44 - Masterlist - Scene 46

“What do you think you’re doing here!? You can get yourself killed!” The little boy hissed, scolding them before knowing it. He had to look up at them and have a rather sharp glare when facing them yet… Well, aside from looking adorable thanks to his babyface it was the tone which made them flinch in one go and take a step back. 

He had dragged them downwards, at a place which was apparently safe. Said place was basically one of the stops the train took, or so they assumed. The colors were still the same and the look was just as distorted as always. Especially when looking a bit further, then only seeing black particles flying across the room in the back with a red background. Or something like that. And yet still no soul around outside of those odd beings… 

Yet they soon had their attention back onto the boy who had been eyeing them still with this sharp glare of his. His tail had been standing up and so were his ears, all while his hands were on his hips… Or his sleeved covered hands but details. “If I hadn’t been around the corner, you would have probably been killed! What made you think exploring this place on your own was a good idea anyways!?”

“I… I didn’t see anyone earlier so I thought that maybe someone was here and then I just… Well…” They tried to explain yet that didn’t make it any better. That was the truth at the very least, they just wanted to find someone at this place, whoever that would be. It only calmed the boy down a little it seemed yet his stern gaze was still on them. 

“Hah… If it’s your first time here then I won’t blame you I suppose.” He sighed. “You should’ve at least been more careful. I couldn’t tell your mother anything. She wouldn’t get it.”

“Huh? Mom? Why bring her u—” Yet then they took a closer look at him, from head to toe. The size didn’t match up and the clothes were way too big… And the hair was a little long. But when looking at the face and the clothing style at least… Especially the face profile – The slightly pointy chin as well as the somewhat small nose… Not to mention how one side of the head had been covered by the hair… This boy… He— “Dad?”

The boy looked a little shocked for a moment, as if he had not expected that assumption. However, he sighed shortly after, then crossed both of his arms. “Is that who I look like?”

“Eh? Look like?” Wait, he wasn’t— Oh, right. Of course not… Or rather probably not.

“Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t recognize me right now. After all, I usually don’t look like a human.”

“W… We– Wait, you don’t look like a human?” That was weird to hear and it made no sense at first… Until the boy had finally introduced himself.

“It’s me, Ole.”

“Wait… Hold on, you are— Ole!? But you don’t even look like a cat! I mean you have your cat features and all but—”

“I’m aware of that.” He sighed, slightly annoyed. “But who knew a human body could come in handy. It’s a lot better than a cat one for here at least.”

“But wait, if you’re really Ole then—”

“Whoever takes my sofa shall feel my wrath!” He interrupted quickly, overly serious, as if he was going to cut something. And it hit hard too. And it sounded like something Ole would say. He was known for really liking his sofa. And it all sealed the deal when he added: “Also I should demand for some butter already! You two need to stop keeping it from me!”

“Ok ok! I get it! It sounds believable at least…” They admitted, sounding a little defeated however. “But why do you look like that?”

“I have no clue.” The old man responded rather easily. “I’m pretty new to this place myself. I was only able to find out so much to be honest. I stumbled upon it by accident one day. I slept and then woke up here in this body.”

“I… I see…” Of course Ole slept and has a gap on how he entered the place probably. Well, this entire location did look surreal. They still believed that they were dreaming in some way. What if this was all just a joke? “So uhm… Do you know where we are?”

“I have no terms nor names for it but from what I could piece together it’s connected to… Uhm… The human mind I think.”

“The human mind?” They repeated questioning, receiving a confirming nod from him. 

“Yeah, the human mind. Or rather their perception of the world. Things are affected here and apparently there is also a way to affect the real world this way.”

Huh? These terms… “Do you mean cognition?”

“Ah!” Ole’s ears wagged upon hearing that word, as if this was a new realization to him. “Yes, that’s the word! Cognition! This part is a representation of mankind’s cognition!”

Is it? Could they really take this at face value? Even with Ole looking so serious at them, a bit more serious than when his food was on the line. So he meant it at the very least. But… “Can this even be possible? I mean—”

“Oh please. I’m in this human–like body and we’re both in this realm of existence. And that is what you’re questioning?”

“Ah– I… It’s not just that I’m questioning!” They countered, becoming a little defensive perhaps. “I mean this is all a bit much to process you know! Especially at once!”

“You have a point but—”

“C… Could you give me some time at least? Please?” They asked, eyeing the boy carefully. This one eyed them as well for a moment, then looking around a few times with his own gaze, as if observing the area closely. 

“Wouldn’t you prefer to go back?”

“No! I still have some questions! Besides, I have a feeling that I may have to go here more often later down the line so we may as well keep exploring!”

“You say it as if I have already agreed to take you with me.”

“So you did some exploring already?”

“Yes but I didn’t start out defense—”

“Then it’ll be a bit of a breeze! Let me take a break and then put me up to speed, alright?”

“Hah… You’re as stubborn as always…”

Scene 44 - Masterlist - Scene 46

[hunting-songs]

Injuries, Old and New Prompts

😖 My muse feels guilty after accidentally hurting your muse || I can't help to think about a really silly domestic accident lol

Injuries, Old and New Prompts:😖 My muse feels guilty after accidentally hurting your muse! "Okay, when you two disappeared together I was expecting a hickey." Basho sat crouched forward before Senritsu and eyed the massive, swollen bruise that had turned as violet and dark blue as the eveningsky past the hotelrooms window, and covered the entire left half of the musicians face . The massive bruise had swollen her left eye shut, so the young woman only squinted her right eye at the big man in a little, amused smile that hurted on her face as if the lifting left corner of her mouth was carved into her flesh with a blade. Senritsu was sitting on a chair before Basho with a small box of herbcreme on her knees that she had prepared herself from one of her mothers recipes and from which Bashos took fingers full of creme to plaster it thickly over the injury. He pointed two thick fingers dabbed with herbcreme at the massive, swollen bruise: "THIS looks like its alive and going to jump at me the next second."

It was late in the evening- past the small hotelroom the streets were loud and busy and throght he black eveningsky cut the bright lines of carlights that even occaisonally fell into the dimly lit hotelroom. Grinning Basho looked over his massive shoulder, wriggling his big eyebrows at Kurapika who was standing still but as tense as a bowstring by the hotelrooms door: "Well, you sure did her good, eh?" The younger man did not answered but Senritsu could hear Kurapikas Heartbeat spark up in a crecendo of worry and pure annoyance towards Basho that pierced like a needle through her ears. She grimaced over that sound and promptly regretted it beause the bruised half of her face send a flash of pain that felt like a broiling piece of metal through her whole skull. The woman sighed through clenched teeth, but also in the same motion lay a small hand on Bashos knee to calm him as he had noticed that she had tensed up and looked at her worried, a least she thought that he was looking at her worried for she was starring at the floor to hid her tears and the other Hunters heartbeat was a concerned melody that was far too close and too loud to not be hurting in her much too keen ears. "Stop bullying Kurapika. He did, in fact, not do anything to me, Basho. Despite opening a door. And miscalculating my height when doing so. ", Senritsu said softly and winced a little when Basho carefully dabbed another splotch of the herbcreme on her small, bruised face- he was careful, he indeed was, he was so careful,but still the smallest touch felt as if her face was skinned. "Its fun to bully him, though." Basho mumbled from out of his beard just loud enough for Kurapika to hear. Gently but still warning enough Senritsu smacked the big mans knee,before she shaked her head and regretted it promptlybecause moving her neck made the bruises throb painfully: "You are a bad friend." Basho just laughed and pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards where Kurapika was lurking in the hotelrooms door: "To him, yes. Its my duty as his friend. He needs to stay grounded or the whole waka-gashira-stuff is going to his head and a little bullying helps with that." "It does not help him at all. Stop it." The woman said sternly and the big man just chuckled like a young boy cought with his hand in the cookiejar. Leaning carefully to the side on the chair she looked past Basho, looking at Kurapika with a mild smile that hurted on the bruised side of her face as if it was crushed by a brutal weight, but still the smile stayed. "Its okay,", Senritsu hummed gently and quiet as if she was talking to a shy deer: "- no need to hide behind there, Kurapika. Its nothing some horse-oinment and my Hatsu can´t fix until tomorrow, so stop singing me a song like you are preparing my funreal, Stop lurking around in the dark and come over to sit with us, yes?" The smile dropped off her face promptly like a mask when Basho added another dab of the herbcreme on her cheek and a brutal flash of pain stabbed like a knife through her skull. Startled the woman winced to the side- hearing Bashos suprised heartbeat and hearing the panicky shriek in Kurapikas Heartmelody together with the thunderbolt of his foot on the floor when he hasty stepped forward in worry- before she forced a smile back on her face and winked friendly, although it was careful and slow: "I think Basho is doing a lot of more damage than you with that door, honestly." Basho chuckled in all good humor, but the chuckle was- quietly, barely hearable- raspy and more hestiant than before as he a lot of more gently continued to layer the herbcreme on her heavily bruised face: "Oh bother, now you do me good, huh?" The Musicain wanted to laugh, but stopped herself in the last moment to only humm from between her dark lips while barely moving her jaws: "Basho, isn't it my duty as your friend to keep you grounded, Mhmmmmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]

[fruitcoops]

EVE🥺 I loved that fic so so much and Finn and Leo thinking about wanting kids made my heart melt! If you can I’d love it if you could please write them deciding its time to have that baby?

Food and love and family and all sorts of wonderful things because, in the immortal words of Aziraphale, "I'm soft". Cubs credit goes to @lumosinlove and Grace (also found here) is mine <3

TW for implied past car accident

Grace was a wonder.

“Careful,” Leo chided, holding the spoon out with a steady hand. She glanced up at him, then leaned forward and blew gently; the steam billowed for a moment before disappearing into her mouth.

Her little face lit up with a kind of joy Logan wasn’t sure his heart could handle.

Leo grinned, and Logan was definitely sure his heart was going to throw itself bodily at their feet. “It’s good?”

“C’est bon!” Grace announced. “Is it time?”

“Not yet, peaches, we still have to do the green beans.” Leo set her down on her stepstool, brushing a hand absently over the top of her head as he turned back to the counter. “The soup’s got another half hour, too.”

“Why?”

“So some of the water can boil off.”

“Why?”

“Because that makes it taste better.”

“Why?”

Leo looked into the living room, his smile barely hidden, and Logan set his newest pile of bookmarks down to crack his knuckles. God bless your goalie patience. “Because all the tasty things you put in get to mix when the water goes away, mon chou,” he said as he padded into the kitchen. Grace stood on her toes and tilted her head his way—he pressed a kiss just above the small scar by her brow and she bumped his chin in response. “It smells great in here.”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Leo teased, his lips brushing the corner of Logan’s mouth. Fucking hell, Logan was far too old to be blushing that hard from a single kiss, but when had he ever been able to hide his feelings from his boys?

“Never surprised,” he murmured back. It was Leo’s turn to go pink as he stirred the soup once more. 13 years together, and he was still as goddamn adorable as the day Logan first set eyes on him. “Finn?”

Leo snorted. “Still fighting the garden.”

“That thing is going to drive him crazy,” Grace said in an uncanny imitation of her tallest parent. She leaned against Logan’s front—even with both arms wrapped around his waist, her hands didn’t touch. “Papa, you should help him.”

“Should I?”

“Ouais. I can help with the green beans.”

“I think…” Logan trailed off, lowering his voice conspiratorially as Grace perked up and shuffled closer. “I think you should go help in the garden so I can keep an eye on this one and make sure he doesn’t eat all the beans before dinner.”

“Would he do that?” she whispered in horror.

It took everything in Logan’s power to maintain his poker face. “One hundred percent. And you’re big and strong enough to get those weeds out with no problem, eh?”

Bingo. Grace was gone in a whirlwind of polka dots and denim, pausing for only a moment to slide her shoes on (no socks, a heinous habit she picked up from Logan-didn’t-want-to-know-where) before barreling into the backyard with a cry of “I’m here to help!” that made a small bird flee from their magnolia tree.

Logan didn’t waste a second—Leo’s lips were salty from the chicken broth when they found his own, his shirt soft and well-worn where it twisted in Logan’s hands. He heard the sound of a wooden spoon on the counter before a hand found his lower back. “She called you ‘papa’,” Leo said into his mouth.

“She did.” It was hardly more than an exhale. The feelings were too big, too deep for words. Logan had never been able to feel the easy way.

“That’s, what, ten for you?” Leo nudged their noses together and kissed him again. “Always the MVP.”

A burst of shrieking laughter from the yard silenced any excuse Logan would have mumbled out. Finn’s voice followed, incoherent save for his audible happiness. After eight months, the four of them had finally started edging out of the adjustment phase and into the slow understanding that they could be a family—an odd one, no doubt, one that would draw more attention than Logan preferred, but a family nonetheless.

Grace had started asking for things, like sneakers or stick-on earrings. She didn’t flinch when a car started down the block anymore (Logan hoped the well-healed scar meant she didn’t remember the accident, but it wasn’t fair to ask) and took shameless advantage of the child seat on Finn’s bike. She was messy and confusing and Logan was positive he had never loved something so small so much.

Leaving hockey had been rough for each of them in its own way. Finn had been the first—one last close call with a concussion was where he drew the line, much to Logan’s surprise and delight—followed by Leo, who had never actually explained why.

It just seems right, he had said with a shrug when they were in bed one night. The summer heat had forced them to turn on every box fan they owned, but Logan could hear Leo’s relief even over the droning buzz. The team’s in good shape. 30’s a nice, even number. By the way, Harzy, your books came and I put them on the porch. And that had been the end of it.

Logan had his own reasons to call it a day, most of which he hadn’t been able to put a name to but never regretted. He could still play at a high level if he wanted to. He still loved hockey with every bit of his heart and soul. Much of his family was still connected to it in one way or another, not that Remus or Sirius would ever stray too far from the rink.

He had won enough Cups and broken enough fingers to have a new dream to chase.

The leaves were just starting to turn all shades of warm red-brown against the rain-soaked green of the grass. Finn and Grace had finally settled down next to each other in the dirt and dug into the massive network of mint that was trying to make a resurgence despite Logan’s best efforts and Leo’s best swear words. Sweat rucked Finn’s hair up in the back; Grace’s overalls were going to be absolutely ruined by the time they were done.

“That’s another load of laundry,” Leo mused.

Logan hummed, tucking his head beneath Leo’s chin. “I’m going to find the inventor of the washing machine and kiss them on the mouth.”

“Do the same for laundry detergent, would you? And say it’s from me.”

“Kids are so grimy.”

Leo smiled into his temple and Logan turned to meet him for another chaste peck. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. We’ll hose ‘em off before they come inside.”

“Beans?”

“Beans.”

(They did spray both their husband and their child with the garden hose before they were allowed into the house. Thoroughly, unapologetically, and with unbridled glee.)

[moemoemammon]

Tall undateables with super short MC please I love the first one!

Are Humans Supposed to be This Small?

(Feat. GN!MC and the Dateables)

(Part 1 with the brothers here!)

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Diavolo

Diavolo is enchanted with the human world, and yet he didn't expect for you to be so... tiny? Even so, it's downright adorable! Look at you, practically the size of a child!

What a tiny little thing you are, like a little collectible doll! Diavolo would love to keep you in his castle if it weren't for the rules of the exchange program....

But that doesn't mean he can't invite you over every chance he gets! Be it for afternoon tea or a simple tour of his home, the Demon Lord can't get enough of your company! He has a special affection for small and cute things, and you fit the bill!

Unfortunately it's hard for him to take you seriously when you're mini... But then again, is there anyone Diavolo takes seriously?

"MC, are you free this afternoon? I would love if you'd come to visit again. Barbatos has prepared more uniforms that should fit you perfectly, along with a few other things that I've picked myself! I'd like to see if I understand your tastes."

Barbatos

The loyal butler was known for always being ready for whatever could be thrown in the Prince's way, and yet.... somehow, he didn't account for you being so tiny.

You're practically the size of a common toddler on the Devildom! It's as charming as it is troubling, since he worries that you'll be made into a meal.

He trusts Lucifer so Barb doesn't doubt that you'll be well taken care of. Though as far as the OTHER brothers go, he has his doubts... especially about Beel who's bound to mistake you for a club sandwich-

But by some miracle you DO survive, and he couldn't be happier! Diavolo sure does enjoy your company, and you've grown on the mysterious butler. It's also pretty funny watching you try to eat an entire slice of cake on your own-

"I imagine Lucifer and the others are taking proper care of you, but I can imagine such a busy household can be overwhelming for someone fo your size. Should you ever need a break, feel free to come and visit. I'd love to serve you."

Solomon

You 🤝Solomon Being the tiniest ones around

Though Sol already knew that, what with the 92739378473 demon pacts he's got. He's seen enough demons to make sure he's well prepared for this year in the Devildom.

Magically adjusting his uniform is a breeze! He's willing to get yours all fixed up for you too, if you want? Though, it’d be pretty funny to see how you'd attend school while they tired to tailor something for you-

Probably cheats and uses a spell to make himself bigger-

"It's intimidating, isn't it? The size difference? I remember the first time I met a demon... it was exciting! Though I guess for someone like you who can't use magic, it must be scary. I'm sure you'll be fine though."

Simeon

Ah..... were humans always so small? It made sense in a way, as an angel's duty was to protect humanity. Something so tiny clearly needed protection!

He finds it endearing, and is ready to take you under his wing like he does with Luke. Have you eaten today, MC? How are your classes going? Do you want to walk home together? Here, have a snack! Do you need help reaching what's on the shelf?

Simeon dotes on you and he'll continue to do it unless someone stops him- You'll be spoiled rotten at this rate! Also may or may not have a tendency to snap pictures of you doing cute things-

Head pats head pats head pats-

"I'm patting your head again? Ahaha, I'm sorry. You're the perfect height for it, so I find myself doing it without thinking. Eh? I snapped a photo?? That was an accident but... I'd like to keep it, if you don't mind."

Luke

HE SHOULDN'T BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS, YET NOT BEING THE SHORTEST ANYMORE IS....

Ehem. Luke contains his excitement in favor of realizing an undeniable fact: You're BOUND to fall victim to one of those nasty brothers! You're so small there's no way you can protect yourself!!!

It's like he's designated himself your guardian angel/big brother, and he's taking his role very seriously! Don't worry MC, he won't let any slimy demons lay a claw on you!!

If there's anyone that's close to you, it's definitely Luke. He's only a little bigger than you are, after all! He sticks to you like glue and often invites you over for sweets. It's better to be in welcoming company than to hang around those demons, right?

"If anything happens, you can count on me! I don't mind if you sleep over, so come by if you're sick of those brothers! And if it's the weekend, we can stay up and try out a few recipes I've come up with! You'll try them, won't you?"

[primofate]

Remaining 2k requests - Haikyuu!

Notes: Again, sorry it took so long. Needed some inspiration :D

Characters and prompt: Tsukishima (simping for you), Akaashi (catching feelings and avoiding them), Kenma (I change my mind, I like you, okay?)

Warnings: No warnings, mostly fluff, not proofread

Stay tuned for my next Haikyuu work: Accidents-nearly losing you

Tsukishima

Tsukishima doesn’t know how he ends up going on an outing with the group of idiots: his volleyball team. Yamaguchi was most likely the one who forced him to come, and so it was here that he finds himself sitting in a fast food restaurant “Burger Queen”. 

“It’s Sugawara-san’s treat today!” The orange-haired devil jumps up and down, raring to get his order. 

“What are we celebrating again?” Nishinoya asks, dumbfounded. 

“Does it matter? Free food!” Tanaka chimes in and elbows Nishinoya who also started grinning and putting their orders in. Tsukishima sighed, securing and fixing the headphones around his head. 

“Tsukki what do you want to eat?” He couldn’t quite clearly hear Yamaguchi but he could tell from his gesture and him pointing at the menu. “Set C” Tsukishima replied curtly. They were such a big group of people, that alone made him embarrassed about the amount of noise they were making.

“Ah! Isn’t that Y/N-chan?!” Hinata’s voice broke through his music. Tsukishima doesn’t notice it but his team members glance at you and then at him almost immediately, watching as he swiftly pulls his headphones down to his neck. “What’s she doing here...?” He mumbles under his breath, looking a little annoyed.

His team knew his little lovey-dovey relationship with you. Well, they wouldn’t really call it lovey-dovey, maybe in the most subtle ways. But Tsukishima clearly had a different demeanor in front of you. 

You hear your name being called and you swerve your head to the left to see Hinata calling you over, you jog over with a small smile and wave at the big group of people. “Ah, everyone’s here today,” then your eyes land on Tsukishima. “Oh, Kei, you’re here too, that’s a surprise,” The others grin at your casual use of his first name, while Tsukishima just stares at you with an unreadable face. “Idiot, I thought you were going straight home?” 

You laughed nervously and subconsciously walk closer to his seat, “My brother wanted me to pick up some fast food for him, so, here I am,” 

“Oh come join us then!” Yamaguchi was the one who chimed in and the rest followed in support, scooting over the bench to give you more space. “Eh? Is it really okay?” Tsukishima was about to protest. No way he was going to sit through a meal with you and his teammates. They would never shut up about it, but Yamaguchi had already stood up. “I’ll switch seats, you can sit here,” which was right next to Tsukishima. He grumbles something under his breath, and you get roped into eating a meal with them. 

So, when your order arrives along with your little brother’s takeaway, you leisurely eat and listen to their antics. To Tsukishima’s surprise the team doesn’t give him hell today and doesn’t tease the two of you to no end. Perhaps they were already used to your presence? Or were they just looking for an opportunity to attack?

“You’re so tense today, Kei,” You smile up at him while sipping on your soda, lips pursed cutely over the straw. He looks at you, bored expression on his face and flicks your forehead rather hard. “You would be too if you spent too much time with this bunch of idiots,” in truth he was just wondering when they would pounce on him. 

And then, rather automatically, he grabs your burger and deconstructs it, picking off the pickles with a plastic fork and placing it in his own burger. You smile and watch as he does it. To others it may seem strange, but it was because Tsukishima knew that you hated the pickles in your burger. “Thanks Kei,” you say and it was at this moment that everyone decided to have all their attention on the two of you.

“Awe, that’s so nice of you, Tsukki,” Sugawara says and the rest of the team have this stupid grinny and giddy look on their faces. Tsukishima realizes he’s been caught and the only way to get his pride back is to own it, but you beat him to saying anything. 

“You guys are jealous cause you don’t have girlfriends right?” You say it with such innocence, munching on your burger, but Tsukishima sees the way the faces of his teammates deflate. “You didn’t have to go that hard, Y/N...” Tanaka sulks in his corner, followed by Nishinoya and the rest of the team are wondering how DID Tsukishima get a girlfriend before all of them?

He grins. The fact that you spoke for him is one of the reasons why Tsukishima Kei adores you.

Akaashi

He’s been trying to call you for days. Well, it’d only been Monday and Tuesday.  It was Wednesday today but he still couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening. He tried to recount his steps again, replay if he had done something wrong for you to just suddenly go cold on him. 

Nothing.

He draws a blank and is confused about the sudden disappearance. To top it off, the two of you didn’t go to the same school, it was hard to get a hold of you. 

“Akaashi!” the volleyball flies right past him, he was supposed to set it for Bokuto, but he was so lost in thought that it lands on the floor instead. Akaashi’s eyes follow it, rolling slowly on the floor until it came to a stop. It was dead silent in the gym, and although they were just practicing, the fact that Akaashi totally missed the ball was unfathomable.

All the other team members are thinking “Ack, we know how to get Bokuto-san out of his emotional mode, but we didn’t think that Akaashi-san would need it too!”

“Akaashiiiii!” Bokuto whined and pouted at his friend. “Why didn’t you set it to me?” Akaashi’s shoulders slumped with a small sigh. “I’m sorry, Bokuto-san, I was distracted.” Akaashi then retrieved the ball and before they could continue playing, Bokuto gave him a thumbs up. “Don’t worry Akaashi! You’re the best setter and I’ll get any ball you set to me!” Akaashi knew that was Bokuto’s way of cheering him up. Perhaps the ace wasn’t so oblivious after all.

After practice, he tried ringing you again, to no avail. “Akaashi?” Bokuto was trying to look over his shoulder, popping up here and there like a mole popping out of the ground. “Is it Y/N? Are you trying to call Y/N?” 

“I haven’t talked to her in three days,” he looked at his phone, defeated. Bokuto laughs out loud. “Easy! I’ll call her!” Akaashi blinked and watched as his friend dialled your number. He didn’t think it would work. He was actually starting to get worried that something might have happened to you--

“Ah! Y/N! It’s me! The number one ace!”

And then he deflates. You immediately answered Bokuto’s call and yet ignored all of his. How was he supposed to feel about that? Bokuto lets out an obnoxious laugh again and then brings up Akaashi quite casually. “Anyway! Akaashi was wondering if you were okay? Hm? Yeah?”

You picked up the call knowing that Bokuto was probably calling on Akaashi’s behalf. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to answer Akaashi’s call. You couldn’t bring yourself to hear his voice and just fall deeper in love with him. So you ran. You hid and tried to convince yourself that the feelings would go away, and maybe after it did you could half-ass an excuse about not feeling well or being extremely busy with school and go on being just friends, but it was harder than you thought. 

“B-Bokuto-san, can you do something for me?” You’re dead nervous, but you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. You had to talk to someone about it, you had to tell someone and although it was a cowardly move, it was the only way you could pour your heart out, and you knew that Bokuto being Bokuto, the sweetheart wouldn’t judge you for it at all. “C-Could you tell Keiji that--I really like him, and I just don’t know how to tell him!”

“You really like Akaashi and you don’t know how to tell him...?” Bokuto repeated your phrase out loud in wonder, trying to process it and Akaashi froze. 

That’s the reason why you were avoiding him? He automatically grabs Bokuto’s arm. 

On the other line, you had your eyes closed, waiting for a reply and you could hear some shuffling going on in the other side, until Bokuto spoke up too. “He says he’s coming over to your house right now,”

“E-Eh?! Now, like right now?!”

Bokuto makes a sound of approval as he waves at Akaashi who’s leaving the gym. You’re terrified and embarrassed on the other line, not knowing what to do, but most of your worries wash away when Bokuto proudly exclaims

“Don’t worry Y/N, Akaashi likes you too! I’ve never seen him so sad at practice!”

Practically stealing Akaashi’s confession away, but you were thankful for the heads up.

Kenma

“N-No way! Kenma?!”

He was just as surprised as you were, meeting at the school gates. He blinks, and his eyebrows furrow. “Y/N... You can’t be...?”

For the past few weeks Kenma had been playing this new online game he’d been so addicted to. While playing, het met someone online, who seemed to be on at nearly the same time as him, and it just so happened that the character they were playing complemented his. He ended up going on quests with this same person, nearly every day. 

At some point he went beyond just playing with the person online. He found out that it’d been a girl he was playing with and didn’t really think much about it. He talked to a lot of people online, but when he started talking to this particular person, he realized that they shared a lot of the same hobbies and seemed as if she was from the same culture, just from the way she talked. 

“Hey... by any chance, do you live in Tokyo?”

Kenma already knew that the girl was from Japan, based on the phone number she gave him. He was surprised though when he got a reply saying that she does live in Tokyo. That’s how they figured that they were actually studying in the same school, but they didn’t want to tell each other who they were for the longest time just to keep the anonymity of it. 

Still, a few weeks later and it happened. “Well, there’s no harm in just meeting in real life, right? We can meet at school, by the gates! Tomorrow at 8:30 am before the bell rings!” 

That’s how the two of you, standing in front of each other, came to know that the person you’ve been playing with was each other. And you were classmates too. Truthfully, you shouldn’t have been too surprised. Kenma was a known gamer in class. You, on the other hand, never talked about gaming at all. When the shock had passed and when it dawned on Kenma, he sighed a little. “Ah, it’s just Y/N,” He didn’t know what he was expecting. Possibly not a plain girl like you. Your face scrunched up at his statement, and you could feel the whole thing becoming weird. Perhaps you should’ve just stayed anonymous from each other.

The two of you end up walking to your classroom together, but in silence. When you reached the door and touched the handle of it, you didn’t even turn around to face him when you said. “Sorry it’s such a disappointment that it was me,” and you entered the classroom. That had been the last time you said anything to him again and he didn’t quite know what to say since he was already an awkward enough person to start with.

At first he didn’t see any problem with it. Until more and more he realized the smallest things. Like how, if you two were still on talking terms, you’d message him right about now about some meme you’ve seen. Or maybe you would’ve messaged him to ask if he was free to do a quest--which he always was after practice and after school. He got antsy at some point, when he realized that he had a lot more fun when he was playing with you. 

There was one particular night where he saw you were online, and he just couldn’t stop thinking about the prospect of messaging you. Would you ignore him? Would you be upset? Truthfully he wasn’t at all disappointed that it was you, he was just surprised. You seemed like such a plain girl who cared a lot about her grades, not someone who gamed like he did. He let out a frustrated sigh and glares at his own screen, not knowing what he was doing, but he pulled up the chatbox and said:

“Hey,”

he paused for a moment and continued. “I wasn’t disappointed, I was just surprised,” it was like word vomit now, he kept on typing without giving you a chance to reply, even when he saw the “typing” image pop up from time to time on your side. “I still like playing with you,” 

You stopped typing at that. It’d been nearly a few weeks since the two of you last talked and you wondered why he only chose to speak up now. “Took you a while to say that?” you sent the message and only a moment later you read “I’m awkward, I think you knew that already,” and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did seem like he wasn’t good at communicating with others. 

“I forgive you,” he read aloud, there was relief pooling in him and he was about to reply when you followed up “Only if you help me beat this boss I’m having trouble with,” he smiles and types,

“Deal,”

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