#I tried to word it out clearly but my brain is being a dumbass with english and struggles

[yumichikah]

Sexual identity and transphobic traits TW!

I think it’s finally time I write this headcanon out since it’s been developing in my head for ages, but thanks to it’s controversial nature, I’ve left it to mature some.

Anyone who has read the tybw as manga knows that Yumichika commented on Giselle, calling her a man even though she identifies as a female. Now that we do have an active Giselle in the rpc, I’d like to discuss it. In all honesty, I think the whole transphobic attitude that is shown in that scene does fit Yumichika’s character. He himself isn’t the most friendly and understanding dude and we see him having issues with Charlotte’s version of beauty earlier in the series too. He is a very self-centred and closed off man, who quite often projects his insecurities outwards by putting others down(i.e. calling them ugly). With Giselle it was clear to him that she is an enemy and quite deserving of loathing thanks to her using others as her weapons instead of fighting traditionally like the whole of Eleventh usually does(and what they swear by). With such a person Yumichika would definitely not feel bad if he did hurt her feelings – hell, one could argue that that’s exactly what he was aiming for in the first place.

Now also there’s the issue of this ass of a man being really feminine himself. He grew up in a very hostile and violent place with that unconventionally pretty face and definitely had issues with rougher guys harassing him thanks to it. For what I have imagined his past to be, he would’ve gotten called a girl countless times, his skills as a fighter getting questioned constantly and him having to prove himself to everyone all the time. Surrounded by criminals, he most likely started to fight simply to defend himself from men who saw a petite long haired boy as easy prey. Such a thing would leave just about anyone struggling with their own identity as he did find more traditionally feminine things more appealing than masculine ones, but hated being called a girl thanks to creepers. Yet he most likely did use his looks to lure those people into traps so he could kill them and steal whatever he wanted from them too… so being almost like a girl had it’s advantages when surviving and staying alive, but damaged him mentally a lot. It’s one mess of a sexual identity that boy developed in the Rukongai, to say the least.

And with that said, Yumichika noticing a person who has accepted themselves and their sexual identity, who isn’t afraid to be who they want to be and present themselves how they want to be seen as would be triggering as hell to him. He would be going through all the years of living almost with two gender identities among predators that treated him like garbage. He would remember how much it hurt when he was told how he looked like a woman, while he definitely profited off of it at the time. He knew it was confusing and made you doubt everything you are when you got gendered wrong – and that’s why I think he wouldn’t regret misgendering Giselle at all. He wanted to hurt her. He wasn’t trying to buddy up an enemy and his own frustrations with his own mess of an identity and all the insecurities were there to amp everything up. He was letting out his own hurt in the form of looking down a person he pretty much wanted to be – a someone who is confident in their identity and who isn’t hiding themselves away in fear of getting rejected.

To conclude; Yumichika has transphobic traits, yes. It’s not because he is incapable of accepting others, but because he has trouble accepting himself. He will look down at anyone who reminds him of the years he struggled before meeting Ikkaku and he won’t be apologetic about it as long as the said person doesn’t become a friend. He still has no idea what or who he truly is himself.

This does NOT mean that I as a mun agree with him on this topic!! This is a very strong case of MUN DOES NOT EQUAL MUSE.

[iknowyuu]

rainfall

choi soobin x gender neutral! reader

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content: soulmate au <3!!!! awkward reader & soobs

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what a shitty day.

seriously, nothing has been going your way. this whole day, no, this whole week has just been the worst one of your life. it felt like you couldn't catch a break, like life was just an excuse for you to be thrown around like a dumbass. if karma exists, you must've been the most despicable being on the planet in your last life.

you replayed the scenes of the past week over and over in your head, cringing as your most terrible moments, along with feelings, came flooded back to you- and soon enough, you felt the tears form in your eyes, your breathing already hitching. this is horrible. everything is horrible. you stopped in your path, uncaring about the few people around you, (there was barely anyone anyway- it was almost 10pm) and you sat down on a bench near a shop. finally, you can rest.

you broke down, shoulders shaking as you wiped your tears everything sucks. my life sucks, this day sucks, and god, i suck, so much you were so engrossed in your sadness and self pity that you didn't notice the way the rain stopped falling until you heard a voice next to you. "hey.. what's wrong?"

you jumped and whipped your head to the right to find a very tall, blonde man inches away from you, his umbrella now shielding you from the sky’s tears (if only someone would help with yours, too).

now soobin has never done this before, obviously. he's not a bold guy, he doesn't particularly enjoy talking to strangers, soooo what provoked him to sit next to and greet the [handsome/pretty] person that was sobbing their eyes out and caused him to be completely out of character was completely unknown to him. that being said, he couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of care and connection for someone he had never met. it felt weird.. and incredibly warm.

“i..i..” you tried to speak, looking up at the strangers concerned eyes- but you couldn’t muster any words due to the shock, as well as overwhelming heartache. now, not only because you've just had one of the worst days of your life, but because someone cared. god, you were so emotional.

you scrunched up your faces and covered your face once more, crying more tears of sadness. soobin sat there awkwardly, trying to think of what to do, before settling on placing a hand on your shoulder. is this helping? should i ask them about what happened? i don't wanna overstep my boundaries.. he thought. he carefully and cautiously moved to wrap a hand around your shoulder, almost jumping in surprise when you turned your head and leaned into him.

he slowly maneuvered his umbrella into the crevices of the bench, somehow making it stick up and cover the two of you. minutes went by as you calmed down (and so did the rain), your breath hitching along with the seconds that went by. finally, when you start to regain your senses, you immediately sit up and pull yourself away from the stranger. "i'm sorry…" you wipe your face again, clearly incredibly embarrassed. you couldn't help it, with the magnetic pull you felt towards him.

"no, no, don't be." he scoots forward a bit to look at you more clearly. "it's okay. we're all human…" he hesitates before speaking up again, "do you.. wanna talk about it?"

you look into his eyes and then down at your lap, debating in your head whether or not you should confide in some stranger you'll probably never see or hear from again..

well, if that's the case, would it really do that much harm? your brain is telling you no, but your heart's telling you please, please do. and so, you do. you tell him everything, the events, what led up to it, how it made you feel afterward, the backstory of why it made you feel that way.. and he just sits there, nodding, looking at you so patiently that you just talk and talk, so much that you even run out of things to say.

"wah.." he sighs deeply, running fingers through his blonde hair, turning to look at you. "you've been through a lot." he watches as you purse your lips and stiffly nod your head. a moment pass as he looks out onto the distance before looking back at you. "can i.. can i hug you?"

you look at him with glossy eyes and scrunch your eyebrows upwards, as if you were gonna cry again, nodding as your breath hitched again. "aw," he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back as you wrap your arms around his torso. "it's okay. you'll be okay." he places his arms on your lower back pulling you in closer to him, your forehead now resting in his shoulder.

soobin hestiantly raises one of his hands and places it at the upper part of your back, gently rubbing his hand in circles. "this will pass. you'll be okay, and one day you'll look back at this day and laugh." you hiccuped. "i promise…" he pauses. "uh.. what's your.. name?" he breathily chuckles at irony of having you in his arms and not knowing your name, and you respond with a curt "[name]." "okay. i promise you, [name]." you nodded as your breath hitched. a few moments passed as he held you in his arms, before he slowly pulled away.

the two of you sat in silence, your arms lingering around him, coming down and letting your arms slowly fall from around his back, down to his arms. he gazes into your eyes just as you do into his. you finally got a good look at the man who's been comforting you for the past seven minutes, and your heart feels like it stops. you take a deep breath, your previous tears drying on your face, and your chest hitching. you feel this sense of intense familiarity, and your heart rates quickly picks up.

the way he looks at you shifts from concern to adoration.

"are you.." you speak. your breath catches in your throat. he finished your sentence for you, "my soulmate?"

"oh my god," your eyes well up once again with tears as the both of you simultaneously engulf each other with much more force and security than before.

"don't cry. don't cry." he says as his voice wavers tears threaten to spill from his own eyes. he's shaking from the revelation. it felt like he's been waiting all his life for this moment. he pulls back to wipe your tears with his thumbs and holding your face with his palms. "i'm so sorry i didn't realize earlier. i-i don't usually talk to people like this, let alone random people on the street, a-and i noticed you when i was walking back home from work, and you just had such a grip on me, even though we've never met," he frowns as a few tears finally escapes from his eyes. "i'm soobin."

you nod fervently. "i'm [name].. but you already know that," you slightly shrug and watch as he smiles at your words. "i'm so happy i finally met you." you hug him again and slightly move from side to side, relishing in the giggles that escape from his throat.

and just like that, your week has been made infinetly better.

[wangxianslillotus]

It was unexpected for everyone, when Wei Ying woke up in the middle of being held to drink some water with a rug, helped by his brother.

He blinked weakly and looked up at Jiang Cheng with a relief that gave the younger boy the chills.

"Good to have you back with the living ones, dumbass," Jiang WanYin said, loud enough to be heard through the lifting fog inside Wei WuXian's brain and also be heard by the Jiang disciples that had accompanied him in the task of retrieving Wei WuXian from the cave.

Wei WuXian let go a grumble and fell back on the floor, letting a couple of moments pass by before he was startling everyone around when he sat back up in a hurry, looking almost frantic.

"'An Zhan?" He asked, his voice strained with feelings.

On cue, Lan WangJi rose from where he had been gathering his strength back attempting to meditate, and it was attempting because he was way too conflicted to accomplish that. "I am here, Wei Ying," he called back.

Wei WuXian's face brightened when he turned around to where Lan WangJi was standing, a wide smile that warmed WangJi's ears to the burning point.

"Lan Zhan!" He called again, scrambling to his feet. When he wobbled, Lan WangJi was at his side in a blink, helping him stand. Wei WuXian smiled at him again, even when Lan WangJi was giving him a stern glare. "Lan Zhan," he said again, softer, "I thought you'd leave as soon as we left that cave. I'm glad you didn't."

WangJi's glare intensified a hundred times, before he looked to the side, clearly embarrassed. Jiang WanYin was a step closer to stop his annoying brother from well, annoying the Lan Heir, when said teenager nodded, "mh."

Wei WuXian beamed.

Jiang WanYin grimaced.

"Hey, Lan Zhan?" Wei WuXian began again, his hands timidly holding onto Lan WangJi's forearm where he supported Wei WuXian so he wouldn't fall over. WangJi gave him attention with a glance, Wei WuXian took that to keep talking, "I... Wa-wangxian is a really good song."

Lan WangJi gasped audibly, letting go of Wei WuXian's arm before grabbing him again as if he couldn't decide what to do with his hand, with the information that Wei WuXian had just provided, or with Wei WuXian in general.

"What song is that?" Jiang WanYin asked, raising an eyebrow. Wei WuXian smiled at him and sighed dramatically.

"Ah, you see! It's my new favorite song ever, A-Cheng. It's so pretty... so gorgeous, so good to hear! I really... fancy it! I like it, I would like to hear it everyday. That's how much I've liked it!" He emphasized every word, squeezing Lan WangJi's forearm in the process.

Lan WangJi's head was down, as if he was staring at their feet, ears incredibly red.

"Wei Ying..." Came weakly from the boy, making Wei WuXian laughs softly.

"Ah, Lan Zhan. I'm being honest here. What do you think? Would you play it for me everyday?" He asked tilting his head to the side, in hopes of getting a look at Lan WangJi's face.

"How could he play the song for you everyday?! Don't be ridiculous, Wei WuXian!" Jiang WanYin admonished his brother.

After a beat, Lan WangJi spoke again, "Mh, ridiculous," he agreed. But he lacked the heat behind the insult, making Jiang Cheng frown further. What was wrong with these two?!

"Ah," Wei Ying noticed, "that's not a no, Lan Zhan," and he pointed it out. Lan WangJi tried to make a step back only to stumble with his own feet. Wei WuXian was there, still holding onto him and helping him to stay standing. "No need to fall for me like that! Lan Zhan!"

Jiang WanYin made a disgusted face, waiting for Lan WangJi to snap at his brother like he always did during their lessons at the Cloud Recesses, but that never came. Instead, all that could be heard in response was a weak "Wei Ying..." from the Lan Heir, and a loud laughter from Wei WuXian, who seemed entirely too happy in the ridiculous situation.

Honestly, Jiang Cheng thought, he didn't wanna know.

[narftasticficrequests]

can you write a story where pinky comforts brain after a bad day maybe😼😼

Brain tossed and turned, the gift of sleep failing to reach him yet again. Every time he tried to close his eyes, he’d open them again mere seconds later, wide awake without an inkling of tiredness. Even as Pinky slumbered soundly next to him, his quiet noises usually allowing Brain to drift off, he still couldn’t fall asleep.

And he knew exactly why.

His plan for tonight had been a complete disaster. Not in the traditional sense, nothing exploded or melted luckily. But still, something horrible had occurred that left him without words.

For the rest of the night.

He had constructed an idea involving him using public speaking as a means to motivate the world into following his rule. Brain was optimistic that he would be able to express his potent vocabulary to encourage millions to benefit the good of the world. Was it a little corny? Certainly. Though he presumed that the population would support someone looking out for them without much hassle in this melancholy society.

Why did he have to be so wrong?

As soon as he stepped to the podium to present his great speech that he’d been advertising and preparing for days prior, the crowd turned on him. Badly. He had only gotten to say a few words before chaos ensued. The jeers of the people mocking him were cruel and unjust. Callous and insulting. Almost ridiculous, yet still based in reality.

“Look at how small he is!”

“He’s clearly an idiot. His forehead is the size of my pickup truck!”

“Great! Another fat politician to manipulate us.”

“You’re ugly!”

“You are overweight. Really fat.”

“Shut up!”

“No one cares about you. Get off the stage you moron!”

Brain tried easing the people to continue his speech, but soon, items began being thrown at him. Vegetables, the free pens he handed out earlier, even dangerous things like chairs. The crowd was livid, and their harsh yells continued to ring loudly in Brain’s ears.

“Pointless idiot!”

“Overweight dumbass!”

“Loser with no life!”

He felt sick to his stomach, lightheaded and weak. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath becoming labored. These dreadful phrases just kept coming, over and over again. It almost became like a mantra of sorts. And all he could do was blankly stare and avoid the occasional object haphazardly thrown in his direction. Brain swallowed a lump in his throat, doing his best to not cry.

He was so lost until he heard a familiar voice speak over the microphone.

“Stop hurting Brain! He’s trying to help you! Can’t you see that? Poit! Just leave my boyfriend alone!”

Pinky was far too kind to try and assist him with calming the crowd. Brain felt a little better knowing his partner was on his side, defending him to the very end.

Unfortunately, his admittance of the two being romantically involved proved to be the nail in the coffin.

The people got aggressive, the shouting increasing to a deafening degree. They raised their fists and Brain could only whimper as he began hearing insults thrown at both him and Pinky.

“Homosexual garbage!”

“Your boyfriend is as ugly as you!”

“I thought you were pathetic before but now that I see you’re in a same-sex relationship, you suck even more.”

“Fa-”

And that’s when he heard it. The infamous f slur. Brain only recently came to terms with his sexuality and when he looked up the word, he was more than a little unnerved. This was the first time he’d been called it though. And it hurt.

He felt himself grow dizzy as the people began to chant the word aloud. It was maddening how inconsiderate and cruel the public could be, not even giving him a chance to show what he could do. Brain was so lost in emotions that he didn’t even realize he’d been pulled off the stage by Pinky, who was grasping onto his paw with a worried expression.

“Brain, are you alright? Brain?”

All he could do was nod, his eyes still widened in disbelief at what had just unfolded. Brain bit his lip as he felt Pinky’s hold on him increase in intensity.

“Don’t listen to them. Narf. They don’t know that you’re the bestest mouse on the planet and they don’t need to know. I love you, Brain. That’s all that matters.” Pinky kissed Brain’s head soothingly, attempting to comfort him to his best ability.

Brain blinked at his partner once, his mind still in a haze. Still, he tried to show Pinky that he’d helped, thought it wasn’t entirely accurate. “T-thanks Pinky. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He wasn’t fine. That was the furthest thing from the truth.

The entire walk back to the lab was silent. While the duo walked with their fingers intertwined underneath a starry night sky, Brain averted his gaze from Pinky, trying to hide his upset state. Pinky didn’t even say anything to lighten the mood, which was completely unusual for him. When they’d reached their cage, Brain went to bed instantly with Pinky following suit not too long after.

It was only 10:00. He wasn’t even tired.

Time passed and Brain still could not sleep. Pinky was a naturally quick sleeper, so he was already out and would likely remain asleep for a long time. He turned around to face his companion’s calm form. His face softened out when he noticed how peaceful Pinky looked and the miniscule smile that graced his lips. Brain blushed a little; Pinky was extremely adorable when he slept.

And yet, he still didn’t feel any better about what had happened earlier. In fact, he felt even more distressed now.

Brain couldn’t believe that such vicious and abrasive comments existed, that people could even bother judging him before they knew him personally. Though he relinquished in the support that Pinky brought him, he still felt vulnerable, inferior. Like everyone else saw him as a disappointment.

He knew that these words wouldn’t leave his mind, at least not tonight. Brain needed to contemplate all that had occurred in a secluded area, away from prying eyes (Pinky specifically). So, deciding that sleep was out of the question, Brain sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket away from his body. He was careful as to not accidentally make a sound when exiting.

Things were going well so far. Hopefully Pinky wouldn’t notice the shift in weight on his side.

The short mouse stood up, freezing for a moment, and glancing back towards his friend, who was thankfully still asleep. Brain sighed in relief before he began to walk away from the bed. He took quiet steps, hoping that nothing would deter him from finding a place to hide and ponder. He needed this mental break.

Brain almost reached the cage door, preparing to pick the lock open with his crooked tail when he heard the bed creak behind him.

“Brain? Where are you going so late?”

Drat. He’d been caught dead in his tracks. What was he to do? Acknowledge Pinky’s question and fess up to everything? Ignore his partner and pretend that he didn’t hear him, which would absolutely cause tension in their relationship?

Not wanting to discuss with Pinky his emotional instability, he decided on the latter option, which he would definitely regret at a later time. Brain trudged farther away from Pinky, not responding to his question as he continued working on the lock.

“Are you okay? Zort. Is something bothering you?”

There was no stopping him, was there? He didn’t really have a choice. Pinky would be adamant about knowing what was up and would not silence easily. Groaning in annoyance but putting on a look of contentment, he turned around to face Pinky, who looked extremely concerned and unsure.

“Uhm…everything’s alright Pinky.” Brain slowly moved away from the cage door, trying not to reveal any of the thoughts that were currently invading his mind. He came up with a quick lie to further sway his companion. “I was just heading back to bed after…uh…taking a last look at my notes for tomorrow’s plan. Nothing to fret over. Go to sleep.”

Pinky quirked an eyebrow, not buying Brain’s fib in the slightest. He sat up from the bed and began walking slowly towards the megalomaniac. “I don’t believe you. You look all scowly and sad. Is something wrong? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Brain felt himself stall as Pinky approached him. Curse his inability to lie in a stressful situation. Pinky had seen right through his façade. His friend’s emotional intelligence was truly befuddling.

“I assure you that I’m fine as I stand currently. You…you don’t have to worry about me at all. We don’t have to discuss anything.” He tried backing away from Pinky, but his legs just wouldn’t move. It’s like he was stuck in place. “Really, Pinky. It’s fine. We can just return to the bed and prepare for tomorrow night. Everything’s just great.”

The taller mouse shook his head, maintaining his watch on Brain’s now anxious face. He continued to walk towards him, almost demandingly.

“Zort. You’re lying Brain. I can tell. Is this about what happened earlier at your speech thingy?”

Oh no. He knew about that. He’s understood that Brain hadn’t been okay after the failed plan. Pinky knew. How he’d known was not a question that Brain was worried about. Rather it was the fact that sooner or later, he’d need to fess up to Pinky about what had truly been happening.

Brain halted, fighting back against the sudden increase in emotions rising within him. He was at his breaking point; guess he just had to come clean now. There was no way out. “Alright, you got me.” Brain started, his voice laced with sarcasm, anger, aggression, and a little sorrow. “That whole entire speech plan was a failure. And for once, it was for something that wasn’t exactly my fault. That sounds great, right? Well, it’s not.” Brain’s face fell, his breath hitching before he resumed. “For once, a plan failed because of things I claim I can control, but I actually can’t. Those people only saw the worst parts of me. Ones I’ve been trying to alter for years now so that I may appeal to the masses. I finally go out as myself and look where that got me! People threw produce in my direction. I got called offensive names. Just for my looks. And, Pinky, just face it, I believe their statements were accurate.”

Pinky gasped, running over to Brain quickly before attempting to console him by placing his paws on Brain’s shoulders. “Brain. You know that what those people said was just stupid. You know that. I care about you…”

“You don’t understand, Pinky! You’ll never understand these hardships I’ve had to go through my entire life!” He pulled away from his companion, his agitation increasing rapidly and his tone raising to an agitated shout.

“Look at this.” He gestured towards his body, trying to get his point across by all means necessary. “I’m overweight, pathetic, and no one cares about me. I’m judged before I’m even given a chance to do something for the greater good. People hate me for simply existing. It’s not like you where you walk into a room, and everyone instantly wants to be your friend. I work harder than anyone to gain appreciation for the things I do, and it never works out in my favor. Others just see me as a chubby loser with no meaning in life.”

“Brain, I sometimes don’t feel good about meself too. Narf. I don’t just walk into a room and make friends, at least for the most part. And you are not a loser. You are incredible and smart and super handsome…”

“Just listen!” He cut Pinky off again, though he didn’t even care about hearing what Pinky had to say; he needed to get this off his chest before it caused him to collapse internally. “Don’t you understand what they called us at the speech? When you tried defending me, they hated me even more simply because I’m in a relationship with someone of my exact gender. I’ve only recently accepted that side of myself, and I’m already being put down for it. I just…I can’t…”

A garbled sob slipped out. Brain allowed a few tears to run down his face. His control over himself was gradually dissipating. He only felt worse when he saw Pinky’s upset expression, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Things were escalating. And Brain wasn’t done yet.

“I’m worthless, Pinky! I fail at everything I do! It’s how the world sees me apparently. And everyone was right. I’m just a pretentious, moronic, useless, stupid fa-”

He was silenced, not by his own volition, but by Pinky forcibly pushing him to the floor, restraining him with his own body. He was about to respond in alarm before he felt lips press against his own. This kiss was aggressive and messy yet still tender and calming. Brain closed his eyes as he accepted all of Pinky’s intense feelings which seemed to transfer between their connected mouths. He held onto his partner’s back tightly, moaning softly as the kiss deepened.

Pinky was the one to part for air, Brain huffing heavily after the unexpected kiss. He and Pinky sat up, still gasping for breath. But before he could process what happened, he was grabbed by the shoulders as Pinky stared at Brain face-to-face, with a look that could only be described as enraged.

“No, no, NO!! Brain, you DO NOT say those awful words to yourself or to me! Poit! You are NOT any of those things you said. Not even close!! And you DO NOT CALL YOURSELF THAT HORRIBLE WORD!! I looked up what it means on the Goggle site earlier and it’s most definitely not okay to call yourself that unless you’re positive about it! You are incredible and amazing, and I love you so much! Troz! You don’t deserve those meany-mean people’s attention! Do you understand?!” Pinky yelled, louder than he’d ever yelled before.

Brain wasn’t expecting Pinky to be this hostile with him, but he wasn’t entirely opposed to it. His friend’s kind but firm words made him feel a little better, though he continued to hold in tears.

Pinky seemed to notice this, moving his paws to cup Brain’s cheeks and rub them gently. His angry scowl turned into a soft smile as he inhaled and calmed down. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re overweight. I like your chubby head and belly. They’re so much fun to squish! Zort!” He nuzzled Brain’s nose, causing the pink-eyed mouse to blush again. “Those people don’t see what I see in you, Brain. But their opinion doesn’t matter. As long as I love you, that’s all that matters to me.”

Brain held his breath, trying to hold in a very aggressive outburst. Pinky was truly his everything, his world. But he still felt this nasty feeling inside. Like even though he had his partner, it still wasn’t enough.

As if Pinky had read his mind, he pulled Brain closer, placing a small peck on his temple. “I can tell you’ve been holding in a lot recently.”

All Brain could do was sit without words, still attempting to contain his feelings.

“You don’t have to hold back for me, love. Let it out. You’ll feel much better when you do.”

Overcome with emotions that were becoming too much for him to bear, Brain proceeded to bury his face into Pinky’s chest, sobbing hard. He was so exhausted of all those horrific words poisoning his thoughts. Still, he was relieved that Pinky didn’t care about him allowing him to let himself go a bit. He held onto his companion like his life depended on it.

Pinky calmed Brain, lovingly tracing his fingers through Brain’s fur, and whispering soft, comforting words in his ear, hoping it would help. Luckily, it seemed to be working.

As Brain continued to bawl, he couldn’t help but feel as if not all these tears were as a result of what those people had said. Some were certainly from the fact that Pinky was still with him, aiding him with all these problems and loving him boundlessly. He was so grateful for Pinky. Especially at times like this.

After what seemed like hours, Brain sighed, his built-up feelings fading away slowly, but surely. He hummed, pulling his head from Pinky, and staring into his partner’s soft blue gaze. He sniffed a little before allowing himself a light smile.

Pinky took this as a sign that Brain was finished crying. He placed his paws on Brain’s cheeks, scrubbing the excess tears off with his thumb. “Are you feeling better now, Brain? Poit. Are all those nasty-wasty feelings gone?” he asked delicately, his voice in a faint whisper.

Once again reduced to silence, albeit because of entirely different reasons, Brain could only nod once before he pushed himself forward, resting his face into Pinky’s chest once again, but this time in a tight embrace. Almost instantly, he began to place kisses along his companion’s body, anywhere he could reach. Pinky reacted appropriately, breaking out into fervent giggles as the two fell to the floor.

“Braaaaaaaaain!” Pinky’s entire face was red in a deep blush, his smile bright. “What are you doing?”

Brain smirked suggestively at Pinky, brushing his fingers along his partner’s fur as he briefly stopped kissing him to respond. “Why, Pinky. I’m simply showing my appreciation for you in a way we both can comprehend.” He nuzzled his nose against Pinky’s chest, almost purring. It was primitive, but he couldn’t be bothered.

“Naaaaarrf!!” Pinky swooned, his breath catching as he exhaled as Brain continued to hold him close. He could hardly believe how snuggly Brain was being. His heartbeat became louder; he was positive that Brain could hear it now.

“I do hope this isn’t too much. Over-stepping your boundaries is something I never want to do to you, considering how much I care about you.” Brain was still a little insecure about his…romance skills. He never wanted to make Pinky feel uncomfortable.

“Of course not, Brain!” Pinky placed a soft kiss on Brain’s nose, causing the latter mouse’s face to flush darkly. “It’s perfect, darling. Please keep going!”

He happily obliged to Pinky’s request, grabbing his lover by the waist and continuing to show how much he truly loved him. Brain peppered kisses along the crook of Pinky’s neck and on his collarbone, making sure not to miss a single spot. It didn’t take him long to begin kissing Pinky’s face too, occasionally sneaking a peck onto Pinky’s lips to add an element of surprise.

Pinky burst into hysterics once more, his infectious laughter leading Brain to chuckle slightly in between kisses. “Oh, Brain! I’m so happy you’ll be okay! Troz!” He cupped Brain’s cheeks to stop him temporarily. “I love you.”

Brain couldn’t help but smile in Pinky’s tender hold. “I love you too,” he whispered gently, before pushing himself forward to begin kissing Pinky once more.

While he knew that others would hold him back and ridicule him, Brain was positive that Pinky would be there to love him and cherish him during all the harsh turmoil.

As long as Pinky loved him, the world would come to him someday.

 No one could do anything about that.

[acidh2otoby]

Resident Evil Sexuality / Identity Headcanons, part 2

Ingrid Hunnigan

Lesbian / Female

Hunnigan is a strong headed lesbian that falls under the more masculine side but still identifies as female

Any time Leon tried to flirt with her in the beginning, she wanted to jab in his face but couldn't because he was in a different location

The only reason Leon stopped was because Hunnigan made the small joke after one of his flirts saying, "I pull more girls than you without all the stupid pick up lines"

Jake Muller

??????

It must be a Wesker thing because Jake confuses me as well

From one point of view I think "There really isn't enough screen time between him and any other character other than Sherry or Chris, who Jake clearly has a rivalry with"

From the other I think "But there's a chance he's queer of some kind"

But I honestly don't know...

Jill Valentine

Lesbian / Non-binary

You cannot tell me that Mx. Valentine is not a lesbian that doesn't identify as a specific gender

Like, c'mon, LOOK AT THEM

That was theirs and Chris' bonding in S.T.A.R.S. was both of them finding out they were attracted to opposite genders and Jill being non-binary

That's why they're both tight with each other because gays protect each other, it's a code

Karl Heisenberg

GAY / Male

If you think Heisenberg is straight, you are fucking mental

The part of his greatest plan of getting his revenge on Mother Miranda(r) that he didn't tell Ethan was trying to win his heart and running away with him, CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

The moment Heisenberg saw Ethan, he thought, "I'mma make this bitch mine"

Leon Kennedy

(I love him and his stupid food-loving ass)

Bisexual / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Leon's bisexuality has a preference, a preference for men, Ada is his only exception otherwise, he'd be gay

He's SO TRANS, it baffles my mind how much transness oozes off of him

Leon's flirting isn't to necessarily gain a female's attraction but more-so just because it boosts his ego just a bit because he knows he's hot

Piers Nivans

GAY / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Riddle me this, Batman... have you, in your entire life, met ANYONE with the name Piers?

Doubt it, Piers rats out his identity faster than a bullet from his sniper

Also, he's SO in love with Chris, it's so fucking obvious

I said it once and I'll say it again, FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT FRIENDS THE WAY PIERS LOOKS AT CHRIS

Rebecca Chambers

Aroace / Non-binary

I never remember Rebecca ever trying to gain anyone's attraction on purpose and actually kind of avoided it

They had love for people, but never romantic, they looked at Chris like he was a big brother and not a potential boyfriend

They didn't even show any attraction to Billy, who was more than nice to them while my dumbass was wishing I was getting saved by Billy every 20 seconds

Also, Rebecca being non-binary just clicks in my brain a certain way that works for me

Rosemary Winters

Pansexual / Genderfluid

Rose doesn't quite understand why it should matter who you're attracted to and even got into a few arguments about it

Being born from someone that had a virus also fucked up her genes pretty good, they were born female but their puberty process and mental gender never matched

They never blamed their dad for the weirdness of going through puberty but they did find it a bit annoying

Sherry Birkin

Straight / Transgender (male-to-female)

Sherry started her transition really early and didn't even realize what it was until she was in her 20s

It was also William that helped her be comfortable with herself even as a kid, because Annette sure wasn't about to

Leon made sure that she was okay with herself as well whenever he saw her

Sherry was able to twist her words to be able to get surgeries from the government for free, making excuses that missions would be hard if she didn't have the right kind of body

Sheva Alomar

Bisexual / Female

Sheva also has a bisexual preference, she prefers women over men

Not to say there's only one guy keeping her bi but she's threatened past boyfriends with it, makes her laugh every time

She definitely had a crush on both Chris and Jill in the beginning but it calmed down when she had to actually work with them (mainly Chris)

Steve Burnside

(I RAN OUT OF FUCKING PICTURES OF USE IN THIS STORY AND HE'S THE LAST CHARACTER FUCK!!!)

Bisexual / Transgender (female-to-male)

I think we can all agree that there was definitely something queer with Steve in all versions of him

Steve doesn't have a specific preference and is kind of a hopeless romantic

The sad thing about Steve that kinda separates him from the other trans characters here is that he never got a full transition before he died 🥲

Did I ads that part to make people feel sad for him again? Yes I did because I genuinely liked his character

[maybege]

Hi, May! How are you?

Okay so first things first: I’m sorry about taking so long to do this! But I FINALLY got some time to write down my thoughts for what if (part 1)! Every time I tried to sit down things got hectic again and it’s been annoying me endlessly, cause I’ve been looking forward to this for like 2 weeks now.

I’ve decided to split this up into multiple posts because it got a bit long. I hope that’s okay! 😅 and I think I should also warn you that I’m not the best of putting into words how stories make me feel, but I hope this is getting my feelings across anyway.

First of all: mixing the Calmer AU with a fix it AU? Sign me the fuck up! (Side note: I am almost over what happened in season 3 but only because I’ve lowkey started to view their Paz as the fanon!version of your Paz 😅😅🙈)

Also, another sidenote: I love when your stories feature your characters like chants and briggs because my brain always goes „oooh I know that name“ (same goes for Dreks… who will forever be a dick in every universe). (Part 1/5)

Putting the rest of the asks under a cut because I am LOSING MY MIND THIS IS SO SWEET:

Okay okay, but now for the actual commentary:

“Maybe because they will use any chance they get to exploit the innocent omegas of other clans.”You frowned, not liking any of Axe’s implications. Were omegas of Djarin’s tribe not innocent? Did he think you were incapable of defending yourself?” EXACTLY. AXE NEEDS TO SHUT UP! I was so happy that you immediately noted that cause i legit immediately went „what are you trying to imply, man 🤨“

And about Paz.. him immediately being offended and also „What startled you most, however, was how big that man was.“?? 10/10 no notes, immediately the perfect vibe

And then, „When you heard your name called, it was like you were in the clouds. Far away from everything and everyone. Maybe you could still say no, maybe you could just go and disappear forever. […] What if you weren’t good at the whole claiming thing at all and your failure resulted in a war that was to last centuries?”That is such A MOOD. I, too, would sign up for something and then when it’s happening, realise that it’s real and have my anxiety kick in hard. and the way you describe the feeling is soo realistic??? My anxiety would yell those exact things 😅 (No seriously, I texted my bestie the other day that I’m not prepared for my tutoring session because what if people actually show up 🤦‍♀️)

“Paz Vizsla was a warrior through and through and it showed in the way he was sitting too. He took up almost all the space on the little bench and even when he was sitting down and you were standing up, he seemed so much bigger than you?” HOT. that’s it, that’s my notes on that. 10/10, the size kink for fictional men is clearly a part of my personality now and I am okay with that.

“taken aback by how gentle he sounded. He did not look gentle. He looked dangerous”. Again, 10/10. The appeal of someone looking tough but being a secret teddy bear is honestly always amazing and I love that it’s happening here. (2/5)

“I don’t bite, you know?” “I suppose the helmet would make that very hard,”. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOUR WRITING 😭 (reason number 1 of ♾️). This genuinely made me laugh out loud. Like, it was funny and also immediately made me go “don’t say that to the intimidating guy, you dumbass 😂”

And then the “Do you not think I should know the name of the omega I am about to make very happy?”???. OKAAAY, no reason to be so cocky my guy. I do love the banter in your stories though. It makes the connection between your characters feel so fun, dynamic and honestly real.

And then you immediately hit me with “as an endearment,” […] “Not because I won't know your name.” I’m pretty sure if you listen closely enough, you can hear me swoon from all the way over here in Vienna, cause I’m now a puddle that is yearning for this man.

And just generally, I love how you make Paz so soft and considerate. (Like making sure that reader is actually fully on board with this). Because that is a big strong warrior and I feel like the obvious way would be to make him just cocky and this intimidating badass (which isn’t a bad thing, if someone wants to write that!) but you just make him feel so grounded and comfortable as a character.

Also, I’m rereading this in order to pull quotes from the text, and I just got hit with “are you wet” and DAMN MAY. I knew that was coming but the mood shift still hit me like it the first time. Again, 10/10.

“Maybe a little bit,” that’s such A LIE! I just know that reader is melting on the inside!

Also, I love when these ‘downplaying moments’ immediately get followed by getting a description of how it definitely affects reader more than they are letting on in that moment. It makes me feel like I have fun inside knowledge. (3/5)

PAZ WITH TATTOOS! PAZ WITH TATTOOS! I LOVE YOUR MIND.

“Shocked at your own daydreams, you tried to focus instead on what you could see and not the images your brain came up with.” Me too, reader. Me too. Very relatable.

“Stars,” he hummed, thick fingers settling on your tongue and pushing down, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun, aren’t we, omega?” genuine question… are you trying to kill me?

I was gonna comment on the next couple sentences as well but I cannot put into words how this makes me feel 🫠

“No one is watching us,” he assured you, pushing his fingers back in your mouth, “No one is looking at you, omega. Wanna know how I know?” […] Because everybody knows I don’t share […]” May, I may not have the words or the knowledge to give actual writing feedback to anyone but I hope you’re aware that your writing is incredible. Because this has me HOOKED.

AND THE “Thank the stars it was you,” he whispered, running his wet fingers over your lips, “I hoped it would be you.” don’t mind me, I’m just crying over here because this is the softest thing ever and I love gentle, sweet men more than anything 😭 and the reassurance that follows like three paragraphs later?? Such a sweet vulnerable moment between Paz and reader that manages the balance between smut and sweetness so well

The trope of “what if it won’t fit?” gf x “I will make it fit” bf? Made for Paz and I will stand by that statement. And just… the smut? I can’t quote it here because it makes me blush and stare at the screen too much but damn… I love your writing so much 😭

And lastly, the last paragraph: nothing better than having the gentle giant calling his partner “love”🥺 (4/5)

Okay, so this was my (not so) condensed review of the new story. I had to try very hard to not just quote every line and tell you why I love it and why I think it’s works so well 😅

Anyway, final thoughts because this is soo long already:

10/10. I genuinely love your writing and this story is just another example why I love it. The way you write makes me actually experience the emotions while reading and be completely submersed in the story. Also, I am not at all a reader of romance novels (or generally books where romance is the main plot), but if you were to ever write a full on romance novel (or any book for that matter), I promise I would be the first person in line to buy it and tell everyone about it. Just like I will always be excited to read any story you want to share here on tumblr/ao3! You’re truly one of my favourite authors and I hope you know that your work will always be appreciated 🧡🧡🧡 (5/5)

___ HOw dare you ask me how I am doing when this basically made me cry in public 🥺😭 Reading this is EVERYTHING and just reminds me every time why I love to share my writing with you all. It made my entire weekend!!!! I am so happy you liked and I am so so so so SO lucky to have people liek you engage with my little ramblings on the internet 🥺

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Don’t Run

Prompts: hello hello hello i have a merlin fic idea (which you are Not obligated to write /gen) merlins been hiding his magic from arthur for ages (but arthur already knows about it, doesnt really care, and has just been waiting for merlin to tell him on his own terms). merlins magic gets revealed and merlin is Terrified. he basically begs aurthur to not burn him and instead banish him or something. arthur (who was not expecting this) decides hey maybe its a good idea to let all these emptions calm down before I talk about this with him because clearly merlin isnt okay right now. and so he leaves merlin to let him have a break. but merlin freaks (or gets kidnapped or something idk /lh) and decides 'fuck it time to run before he decides to kill me.' arthur now has to go find this magic dumbass (he's probably very worried about him) However, when he finds merlin, merlin assumes arthur is there to kill him and figures 'well if arthur wants me dead i suppose i'll have to die' or something.  arthur is naturally horrified and rushes to clear things up. again, if you dont want to write this/dont feel comfortable writing it, dont /gen (i know its detailed brain went brrrr at like midnight and thought this up lmao) have a great day!!! drink water or get bonked /lh - anon

me, as the angsty person i am, am a sucker for the 'Person A gets kidnapped or captured for a bit and when they're rescued think they're dreaming/hallucinating' trope. no pressure for you to write this ofc, feel free to ignore this /gen - anon

prompt: can you please do a Merlin gets betrayed by someone he cares about h/c fic? also can merlin be aroace and trans? - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: panic attacks, betrayal, anti-magic sentiments

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3725

It was supposed to be a normal hunt. It was supposed to be a normal hunt. 

It was supposed to be this: they get out of the castle so Arthur can be less of a prat, the knights have that weird banter that they always do where it’s ‘we can make fun of him but if anyone else tries, you will be eviscerated,’ and Merlin gets to enjoy being in the woods because it’s nice outside and he doesn’t actually have to do that much. They only tend to hunt small things like rabbits and birds anyway. 

It was not supposed to be most of the knights having to stay behind for various reasons, including Gwaine who somehow got swept into helping Leon with a council thing. 

It was not supposed to be just him, Arthur, and three random knights. 

It was not supposed to end like this. 

Merlin grunts, hitting the ground hard as a sword slams into his back. He gasps, struggling to find purchase on the loose dirt as the sound of shouts reach his ringing ears. He turns over, trying to get up, only to have the point of a sword leveled at his face. 

“G-Gareth?”

Gareth, the knight who had actually been decent to him—which meant he’d helped put away his equipment, helped Merlin tidy up, and actually been nice to him—snarls down at him, sword still aimed right at his throat. 

“What—what’s going on?”

“Don’t play dumb, you wretched thing,” the man growls, the point of the sword perilously close to slitting his throat, “I’ve had my eye on you since I came to Camelot.”

“Your eye on me—what? What’re you talking about?”

“As if you don’t know!”

Merlin’s breathing grows ragged as the sword forces his head back down on the ground. Gareth leans over him, spittle flying from his lips. 

“You’re poison,” hisses the same mouth that called him kind, called him compassionate, called him hopeful, “you’re a plague that deserves to be wiped out. Scum and traitors, all of you, inhuman bastards that drag the rest of us down to your level.”

It’s the shock of the words that does it, bringing tears to Merlin’s eyes as the conviction in the man’s face drives the sword down further. “G-Gareth, I—“

“Don’t.” 

He winces as the sword digs in. 

“Keep my name out of your hell mouth,” the man spits, “don’t try and curse me.”

“What,” says the most glorious and furious voice Merlin has ever heard, “is the meaning of this?”

Arthur.

Arthur storms up to them, his own sword drawn, eyes like flame as he sees Gareth with his sword at Merlin’s throat. 

“Drop it,” he warns in a voice of steel, “and I might just let you keep your life.”

“He’s a sorcerer, sire.”

Merlin’s blood runs cold. 

No. 

No. 

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. 

Not like this. Arthur wasn’t supposed to find out like this. No, he was—he was going to tell him, promise, he was but—but after, after everything was fine and fixed and then—then he could—

Not like this. Please, not like this. 

“A sorcerer? Merlin? You must be joking.”

“It’s no joke, sire.” Gareth snarls again. “I saw him with my own eyes. His eyes glowed, he threw a spear halfway across the arena without his hands. He has magic, I tell you.”

Merlin looks helplessly at Arthur but all he sees is a stony face. The blade turns him back after a second, back into the face of contempt and hatred and all the things that hurt far worse than any sword. 

“We must kill him,” Gareth says solemnly, “to root out the poison before it destroys us all.”

And before Merlin can say anything, before Arthur can say anything, he lifts the sword and makes to swing. 

“Merlin!”

A blast and Gareth is flying back across the clearing, smacking against the tree and falling to the ground with a clang. 

It rings in the still air. 

Merlin’s eyes widen. 

He doesn’t hear the cries of sorcerer, magic, evil over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He doesn’t see the light glint off of blades as they’re pulled from scabbards. He doesn’t feel the threat of others getting closer over the dread of what he’s just done. 

He’s killed himself. 

He used magic to hurt one of the knights of Camelot. 

He revealed himself in front of Arthur. 

What have I done?

“Sire, what do we do?” He hears the voice from a mile away. “I’ve never killed a sorcerer before.”

Never killed a sorcerer before. 

He’s asking Arthur how to kill a sorcerer. 

Arthur knows how to kill a sorcerer. 

Arthur has killed a sorcerer before. 

Arthur is going to kill me. 

Merlin shies away from them, curling up into a ball before realizing that could be seen as defiance and whimpering, throwing himself to his knees with his hands raised. 

“I’ll go,” he croaks, “I’ll—I’ll leave, you’ll never see me again, just—just let me go. Banish me instead.”

Please, just let me run. 

He can’t look at Arthur’s eyes, filled with rage and contempt like Gareth as he strikes him down. He can’t look at him like that, he can’t do it. He won’t survive that alone. It wouldn’t be the sword that kills him. 

“Please—please, I’ll go. I’ll go and you’ll never see me again,” he begs, “just—just let me go.”

“Pathetic,” another one of them says, “is that the best he can do? I’ve seen a dog beg better than that.”

Arthur still hasn’t said anything. 

“We need to kill him, sire,” Gareth says—oh, he must’ve gotten up— “who knows what he could do?”

Merlin finally looks up, if only to see how close they all are, and his eyes lock with Arthur’s. 

He can’t see any of the man he knows. 

“Return to camp,” says the stranger who wears Arthur’s face, “pack the supplies. We must make ready for a hasty retreat back to Camelot.”

“But sire—“

“Now.”

Two of the knights glance at each other and slowly begin to back away. Gareth remains for a moment longer. 

“Be wary, sire,” he says, “he’s tricky. Did his best to seduce me, he’s a wily one.”

“I can handle him. Go.”

Gareth shoots one last truly disdainful look at him before he retreats into the undergrowth, the sheen of his sword the last to vanish. 

Then it’s just the two of them. 

“Arthur,” Merlin gasps, “Arthur, please—“

“Shut up.”

The words are different. They’re not playful, not irritated, not—not Arthur. They’re cold. Impersonal. An order. They strike Merlin like rocks from a sling, making him flinch into a sharp rock that jabs right through the thin material of his trousers. His throat closes until only pained and pitiful whines can escape. 

They remain where they are for a long moment before Arthur begins to retreat as well, sword still held aloft, backing away until he’s far enough that Merlin can hardly see him. Only then does he turn. 

Merlin watches the single spot of red walk away from him until it vanishes into the forest. 

His magic tingles in the tips of his fingers and a soundless yell burns his throat as he shoves his hands against his chest, trying to make it go away, this is all your fault, you ruined everything, you always ruin everything!

He has to run. He has to run because sorcerers die in Camelot, they’re put to the sword or burned at the stake and he can’t look at Arthur while he kills him. He can’t. He just can’t. He’d sooner die of that than whatever execution they can dream up. 

With stumbling and clumsy steps that are dragged down by his traitorous magic that for some reason doesn’t want him to flee from the site of his execution, he scrambles to his feet and runs. 

If Arthur—if Arthur finds him after this, he can say he tried to run. He can run again, he’ll keep running. He’ll spend his life running if it means Arthur won’t kill him and he won’t have to see it. 

He runs harder and faster than he’s ever run before because Arthur is a warrior who’s been trained to kill since birth and he’s stronger and faster and can run for longer and if he catches Merlin—

He loses track of where he is. He just runs. 

But his magic, his damned magic, that has always loved Arthur more than it loves him, won’t let him. 

Like a tether from his navel that twists through the forest, he knows exactly where Arthur is. And exactly when he starts to give chase. 

A wretched sob tears itself from his throat and he pushes on, his magic dragging him back each step as Arthur gets closer, closer, closer, and he’s no longer just hearing his own breath and phantom footsteps as he crashes through the woods. He can hear the snapping of twigs, the rustling of leaves, and that voice. 

That damned voice. 

“Merlin!”

He can’t stop. If he stops he dies. If he stops Arthur kills him. If he stops he—he—

His magic all but throws him over a root and he yelps, turning into a frightened scream as he’s pitched down a hill and into a boulder with a crack. 

“Merlin!”

Leaves rustle as Arthur skids down the hill after him and he’s so close, he’s right there and Merlin has to run, he has to run now, but his legs are shaking and his arms won’t work and his magic keeps tugging him back toward Arthur and he just collapses into a useless, cowering mess at Arthur’s feet. 

“Merlin!”

“No—no fire,” he gasps out, “please, you—you can do it here, I won’t fight, I won’t—you can use your sword, please, no fire, I don’t want to burn—please, no fire—“

A strong hand grips his shoulder and pulls him in to—

No sword pierces his chest. No dagger finds a home in his gut. There are no hissed words, no glares, no low solemn speeches about magic as a plague. 

He can’t even see Arthur anymore. Just the hill. There are two tracks in it. One where he fell and one where Arthur skidded after him. Red fabric flutters in front of him too. Arthur’s cape. 

Why can he see Arthur’s cape?

Only when a head turns and breath starts to puff over his neck does he realize what’s happened. 

“A-Arthur?”

“Don’t you ever,” Arthur says in a rush, chest still heaving against Merlin’s where he’s pulled him flush against him, legs tangled in a heap, “scare me like that again.”

He’s…he’s in Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s holding him. Arthur’s hugging him. 

Arthur has his face buried in Merlin’s neck and he’s telling him not to scare him like that again. 

“Arthur?”

“You,” he says, and he sounds like Arthur again—a very angry Arthur, but at least it’s Arthur— “are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”

He pulls back and his eyes are still on fire but he’s looking at Merlin like a starving man. 

“Why did you run? You could’ve been hurt! You were hurt, you slammed into the rock like it broke your back.” He runs a hand over Merlin’s spine as if reassuring himself Merlin’s not hurt. “You idiot, I almost lost you.”

Merlin just blinks. Almost…lost him? Doesn’t Arthur want to kill him?

“Well?”

Oh. Arthur’s waiting for an answer. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”

Arthur’s face goes white, slack in horror, then contorts anew in red rage. “No, Merlin, I’m not going to bloody kill you.”

“B-but you—“

“I didn’t want the others to try, you absolute petticoat,” he says, still glaring, “because you’re a little lamb who rolls over whenever anyone is trying to fight you except me—which is rude, by the way—and you wouldn’t so much as lift a finger to defend yourself if they tried!”

…that’s why he sent them away?

Arthur rolls his eyes when he voices that thought. “Yes, Merlin. They’re under the impression that they’re to start back to Camelot without me to gather reinforcements.”

Reinforcements—the knights—no— 

“Calm down, you idiot, they’re not actually going to—oh, for the love of—Merlin.”

Merlin listens to that. He freezes in Arthur’s arms as Arthur’s hand comes up to cup the back of his head. He stares at him pointedly, gaze flicking from one eye to the other. 

“I lied,” he says slowly as if he’s talking to a child, “so they would leave.”

“You…you did?”

“Yes. Because then I could talk to you about having magic—hey,” he says firmly as Merlin tries to pull away again, “none of that. Stay with me.”

Another order. He can do those. 

“Right. I wanted to talk with you about having magic so that now we can work together to keep things like this from happening and—where are you going?”

“What do you mean now,” Merlin asks, eyes widening as he tries anew to struggle away from Arthur, “what does that mean?”

“Merlin, I’ve known you’ve had magic for a while now, and—“

“You what?”

“Come on, you’re not exactly good at hiding it all the—hey!”

Merlin had flailed, succeeding in loosening Arthur’s grip and sending them both falling over. He scrambles up, trying to claw his way free but Arthur is faster and he’s on him in an instant. 

“This isn’t working,” he hears Arthur growl to himself before arms like steel bands close around him, hauling his back against Arthur’s chest as legs lace through his and pin him well and truly. 

“N-no—“

“Shh,” comes Arthur’s voice, suddenly soft and gentle and Merlin hates the way he instantly relaxes, “easy, now. It’s alright. You’re alright.”

A truly pathetic whine leaves his mouth and Arthur hums. 

“I’m not going to kill you,” the gentle voice says again, “I’m not going to burn you and I’m not going to use my sword. You will not die.”

But he’s a sorcerer. Sorcerers die in Camelot. 

“I sent away the others to protect you. They’re not going to hurt you either. The knights—our knights—won’t let you be hurt and neither will I.” Arthur’s lips brush the shell of his ear. “You’re safe, Merlin. I’m going to protect you.”

“But,” Merlin gasps, “but I’m a sorcerer.”

“Yes,” Arthur says patiently, “you are. I’ve known that for a while. You are Merlin, you are a sorcerer, and I’m going to protect you.”

“Sorcerers die in Camelot. You—you should kill me.”

“I am not going to kill you. You are mine,” and there’s a hint of steel in his words now too, “and no one is going to touch you.”

His magic thrums in his veins and slowly, slowly his breathing slows. 

“If I let you go, will you run again?”

“N-no.”

“Alright.”

Arthur lets him go and Merlin doesn’t run. He lets Arthur turn him around and cup his neck again, the other hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t look mad anymore. 

“Is that why you ran,” he asks, still speaking softly, “did you think I was going to kill you?”

When Merlin nods, looking away in shame, he just hums again. 

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“I know that now.”

“Mhm. So when we go back—“

“Back?” Merlin’s head jerks up. “You’re not banishing me either?”

“What part of ‘I’m going to protect you’ did you not understand?”

“B-but I thought—“

“No, you didn’t,” he says in that soft voice that makes the insult almost an endearment, “you didn’t think because you didn’t realize that I could never kill you or send you away. I’d sooner leave with you.”

His magic hums as if to verify the truth in his words. “You…you would?”

Arthur frowns, but it’s not an angry frown. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“How important you are.”

The forest seems to fall silent. 

Merlin’s eyes widen so much he’s afraid they’re going to fall out of his head. And Arthur’s just looking at him with his face all sincere and his voice is still soft and his hands are gentle where they hold Merlin like he’s something precious and—and—

“What?”

“All those jokes,” Arthur says, “about you and being replaceable and being the worst and a coward…I never really meant them. Never. Well, you are an awful servant, but none of the others. I don’t want you to leave.”

Slowly, like he’s coaxing a skittish animal to him, he pulls him closer. 

“I want you.”

Something in Merlin’s chest breaks and he’s sobbing into Arthur’s shoulder in the next moment, hands scrabbling uselessly at his cape, his armor, his hair, every bit of him that he can reach. Arthur weathers the storm like a castle in a gale, holding him tight enough that he won’t blow away. 

“I want you,” he whispers, sweet rain in the clouded sky, “I want you to stay, Merlin.”

————

He’s on his back. He’s got a sword at his throat. Arthur stares down at him like his glare is enough to burn him alive and he’s snarling out Merlin’s name. 

“Magic is a plague. You’re poison. You’ve betrayed me. How could you do this?”

Merlin can’t speak. His mouth trapped shut. Arthur lifts the sword. 

“You’re nothing but an inhuman beast,” come the words that hurt far more than any mortal weapon, “you, who cannot love, who are of twisted mind and body, you who do not understand what it is to be a human.”

All of the secrets he’d hoped to hide…exposed for the world to see.

“May all of Camelot curse your name,” he growls, “Merlin. Merlin, Merlin—“

“Merlin!”

Merlin gasps, jolting upright, trying to get away from the sword, just run—

“Merlin, calm down,” Arthur says, wrapping his arms around him and coaxing him to his chest, “it’s only a dream, Merlin, it’s only a dream.”

No, no, this must be the dream. Why would he be in Arthur’s chambers, at night, in bed, in bed with Arthur—this can’t be—

“Shh, shh, shh, sweetheart,” Arthur murmurs, lying back down with Merlin in his arms, “I’ve got you. It’s only me. You’re safe.”

“A-Arthur?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s me.” There’s a mouth on his neck. “Just me.”

He’s still panting, the run still pushing through his legs. Arthur hums, settling him into the blankets and propping himself up over him. 

“Where are you right now?”

“Forest,” Merlin chokes out, “sword. You were going to—to kill me.” He swallows. “Said all of Camelot would curse my name.”

“You’re with me,” Arthur says gently, “we’re in the castle. I’m not going to kill you. Can you see?”

He looks around. There’s the desk. There’s the window. Arthur’s white nightshirt is shining in the moonlight. 

“…yeah.” He swallows. “I’m—I’m not abusing you, am I?”

Arthur almost reels back in shock. “What? What on earth are you talking about?”

“I—‘cause I can’t—I can’t love the way that—“

“Stop right there,” Arthur orders, leaning down and cupping his face in his hands, “don’t you give a damn about that, you hear me? I care for you, I’m fond of you, you care for me, you’re fond of me, yes?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

Merlin swallows again. “And I’m not…wrong?”

“‘Wrong?’”

“…you don’t mind—“ he blushes— “my—my body?”

“Your bod—goodness, Merlin, this must’ve been quite the nightmare.” Arthur shakes his head. “No, Merlin, your body’s yours. You do what you like with it.”

It says something about how rattled he is that he doesn’t reach for any of the jokes he could make right now. 

“Hey,” Arthur calls, leaning down and carding his fingers through his hair, “be gentle with yourself, alright? That was a horrible thing that happened, let it heal in its own time.”

“But it’s hard.”

“I know.” Arthur leans over to kiss his cheek. “Trust me, I know.”

Merlin rolls over, wrapping his arms around Arthur as he chuckles in surprise, pulling him into a proper cuddle. 

“You just have to stay, then, until it feels better.”

“Oh, Merlin,” he hears faintly as sleep begins to tug at him once more, “you don’t need to make reasons for me to stay. I’m staying with you, sweetheart, for the rest of our lives.”

[in-your-reflection]

Meanwhile, at Spear Pillar...

From a rift, a young boy appears, cradling his godling partner in his four arms. Fourteen Plates orbit behind the white-clad boy's body, like a halo. A few drops of black drip from Lucifer's golden left eye.

"Ayin, you dumbass..."

Ayin's unconscious body is gently laid down on the stone, and with the beckoning of a finger...the plates obey Lucifer instead, moving to orbit behind him.

Almost immediately, he is brought to his knees. Two Legend Plates on their own would be overwhelming for someone without full and complete divinity, but coupled with the others...it's a wonder how Ayin managed for so long.

He grits his teeth.

"Fuck. No. I can do this. ...Shut up. SHUT UP!"

He shouts at the mocking voices echoing in his ears. Of the other divinities, shaming him for thinking he has the right to wield the power of a god.

Silence.

He staggers back to his feet, weakly walking up the steps until they end...and continuing onward.

Up, up, and up... Climbing barely-visible stairs that seem almost as if made of crystal. Until eventually he arrives at a nonexistent landing, suspended in the middle of the air.

Lucifer mutters under his breath, but not in words - he recites a function. A long string of terms, numbers, coordinates...and gradually each Plate takes its place, thirteen in a large circle around him, and one floating in the center.

His wings manifest, and with a flap, he rises above the arrangement of Plates, watching them slowly orbit in their neat circular formation.

A familiar sigil appears above him, glowing in gold. A cross, overlaid by a circle, surrounded in brackets. A few of them appear, large, imposing. Big enough to be seen even from the base of the mountain, even from towns over.

His hands raise to his sides as he hovers there, his position evoking the shape of a cross. He draws in a deep, slow breath...and mutters another command.

judgment();

The clouds part. Rays of purest light erupt from the sigils he has drawn upon the sky, zigzagging downward from the heavens. Each one targeting a Plate, piercing through the heart of each with a deafening crash. The rogue Plates shatter, impaled by the light...and yet, they continue to float there, in a vague mockery of their original form.

"...It's not enough. Dammit. Of course I wouldn't be as good at it..."

He slumps lower, already exhausted from the attempt.

"Fine. If your way doesn't work..."

The sigils of light disappear.

"...We do it my way."

The area seems as if covered by an odd miasma, as if Distortion itself is creeping into the space. Lucifer's position turns more dramatic, raising a single hand. Another command, this one different in tone. Less instructing the universe to do as it's told, and more forcing its hand.

requiem();

He snaps his fingers, and in that instant, space collapses. Even looking at Spear Pillar from a distance becomes difficult, as each individual atom making up the location is simultaneously compressed into a singular point. Somewhat akin to a localized black hole. There's nothing to see - because there quite literally is nothing to see. A distinct absence in reality, one that the brain tries to fill in with whatever might seem natural in its place due to the complete lack of ability to comprehend it. The surroundings are filled with silence - an oppressive silence, as if the world has been muted.

And, in an instant that lasts an eternity, an eternity that lasts an instant...Spear Pillar and the mountain as a whole return to existence. The Plates are no more, the only sign of them having ever existed being a strange X-shaped flare to the light when the area is looked upon in a certain way.

And, lying down on the cold stone of the ruins are two children; one in white, and one in black.

The crimson-eyed child's voice lets out a low chuckle, clearly weak.

"Think I got it. You wanted 'em destroyed...yeah, they're destroyed."

He shuts his eyes. Just for a moment. The both of them, while ultimately okay...they need some rest.

[magamasubitu]

ok so

sooomewhere on tumblr i saw someone mention being of the opinion [x character] is dayman

and i thought why not add my 2 cents to this bottomless pit of a website

so basically, this post is abt the dayman and the nightman so like beware bc yk (if u dont, 1 - y r u even reading this?, 2 - go watch iasip)

also idk shit abt psychology n all that stuff sooo

(and like i went to the fandom wiki to look up the lyrics bc its easier seeing all the words in front of u, but accidentally read a bit of the article and yea some of the stuff m gonna mention is on the fandom wiki alr so like totally unoriginal ideas of mine but whatevs)

so basic info

the nightman:

- charlie clearly has conflicting feelings "i think i love you", "you make me wanna die", etc (SDDARP)

- this whole thing: "every night you come into my room and pin me down and i try to fight you", "i can't fight you, man", etc (SDDARP)

- oddly, the only real description of the nightman is "it's just two men" (aka nightman is a, well, man) and "strong arms", "sexy hands" (SDDARP)

- wants charlies soul??? "at last the boy's soul is mine!" (TNC)

- likes them sleeping "he's sleeping right over there! just the way you like 'em!" (TNC)

the dayman:

- fights the nightman "fighter of the nightman" (SDDARP & TNC)

- is (at least partly) charlie "i fought the nightman, lived as dayman" (TNC)

- "champion of the sun", "master of [...] friendship for everyone" (SDDARP & TNC): these parts were added by dennis in SDDARP but stayed in the song (so idk whether to count them or not)

- "master of karate" (SDDARP & TNC)

my interpretation is that the dayman and nightman are embodiments of things affecting charlie, like dayman would be [x] affecting charlie, nightman would be [z] affecting charlie (tho i will be referring to [x] as dayman and [z] as nightman)

before that, info on characters

uncle jack:

- unusual obsession with his hands (DGD, GFT:SH, etc)

- shared a room with charlie for a while, "wresteled" and charlie supposedly stayed awake the whole night during that time (TGR)

- touchy toward charlie, makes him uncomfortable (TGR, DGD, MVP:TTOTC, OLH:ASC, etc)

- weird about kids (DGD, GFT:SH)

mac:

- thinks he can do karate, charlie admits to thinking otherwise (MAC:WT; PP:TWBIP)

- childhood friends with charlie (AVSC, etc), officially BFFs since MBTW

- was supposed to play the dayman in the play (TNC)

- kicked charlie out of the band (i swear this is relevant; SDDARP)

dennis:

- officially BFFs with charlie since MBTW

- was supposed to play the nightman in the play, although supposedly to avoid the kiss scene with dee (TNC)

- came to team up with charlie after also getting kicked outta the band, wrote the dayman song with him right afterwards (SDDARP)

now, the whole "uncle jack is the nightman" thing is nth new but i do wanna point at the hand thing:

uncle jack is very uh what do i call this? self conscious? embarrassed? abt his "small hands"

and yet the nightman explicitly has "strong arms" & "sexy hands"

so i see 3 possibilities

1) a warped view bc charlie was young and yk everythin seems bigger when ure smaller

2) uncle jack was obsessively muttering how comparably to a small charlie the hands look big n manly and whatever else

3) charlie subconsciously tried to detach uncle jack from the nightman and went for the one noticeable thing abt his uncle and inverted it on the nightman, thus making it seem impossible for them to be the same person

again, i have no clue abt anything brain related so this is just a local dumbass rambling (also it might b a mix of em or smth completely different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

now, for dayman:

lets explore if one of charlies BFFs could b dayman

mac:

karate might be referring to him, childhood friends so he was probly there for charlie (whether he knew abt it or not), he was cast as the dayman (tho changed it himself to nightman), dennis was gonna b the nightman

dennis:

was also friends (ig) with charlie in high school (never stated *when* the "growing up & fightin the nightman" thing happened), he was cast as nightman to avoid the kiss, cheered charlie up after mac kicked them both outta the band (whether dennis intended to or not), they wrote the dayman song together

it might be both, it might be neither

so what if its someone (or smth) else?

lets see...if "dayman" helped fight the nightman (as in: the effect it had on charlie) then isnt the dayman...a coping mechanism?

(ONCE AGAIN, IDK SHIT ABT BRAINS)

and if dayman is a coping mechanism that helps fend off the nightman...

well, what does charlie do when he is not coping well with smth?

- he has a bad room in the bar where he breaks shit (TGGHH), he bit a mall santa after the revelation of what his mum was up to on christmases (in CGM mac says when charlie got excited his face would turn purple n hed start biting things; AVSC), etc

- he gets high, a lot...literally in the eps where he writes the damn song he goes home n huffs spray paint (SDDARP)

i cant think of more atm but like yea

and as a kid, did he have an outlet for his violence? yes, he threw rocks at shit and whatever else (AVSC, etc)

did he have access to stuff that could get him high? yes, he was literally huffin glue in AVSC as. a. child.

now, as for the karate, friendship, champion of sun stuff

champion of the sun: metaphors, people, metaphors; also just the scene in SDDARP where charlie is all negative, dennis comes in & lets the daylight in, all of a sudden charlie is more positive

karate & friendship: charlie thinks karate is cool, he maybe thought it would b awesome to make dayman do karate; or he took a look at his friends (n probably support system) and was like damn they make me not feel that bad and included master of karate bc mac (idk y no dennis, maybe bc childhood friends, maybe bc karate = fighting, maybe bc whats more badass than karate?)

so all in all, my conclusion is dayman is just all his coping mechanisms & support system rolled into one badass personification

[komorebirabbitwrites]

Found an ancient drabble in my files - barely remember writing it, definitely don’t remember finishing it. Written for @seaottvrs​ with her OC, Isao as the topic of Shisui’s lovely existential crisis.

Notes:  A little over 2,000 words. Unedited, liable to have bad tense changes cause I’m a hot mess. -  Shisui is the ANBU commander and oversees a lot of new-recruit training. Isao is one of those new recruits and may or may not have pinged Shisui in the head with a bean bag, sparking Shisui’s interest. 

-----

‘You’re not interested, dumbass. You just want from him what you want from everyone else.’

Shisui shoves a hand through his unruly hair and tries to focus through a haze of alcohol. The group of jonin he was hanging with were starting to get rowdy; a mixture of too much booze, lower inhibitions, and -- who gave Tenzo a mic? It wasn’t even karaoke night.

Another round of shots. Anyone still coherent put their glass in the air, him included. He needs more if he wants to get the image of that damn smile out of his head. The alcohol would burn it out of his system like it did with every other thought.

“May you end your night in someone else’s bedroom, not in KMPF’s drunk tank.” Shisui calls when all eyes turn to him for the toast. Shouts of agreement rose and as one, the group lowers their arms, taps the bottom of the glass on the table for good luck before downing it with minimal grimaces. They were past the point of feeling the burn like they should.

It probably wasn’t so wise to get so many high-level nin this wasted, but, hey, since when were they wise? Shisui leans against the bar as a new song gets Genma and Raidou cheering. He can’t understand the words over the noise of the packed bar, but they seem to know the lyrics by heart, shouting them at the top of their lungs.

Shisui can’t help but grin. His crew was always good for a pick-me-up; it was impossible to feel down when they were busy shoving shots at you and cracking jokes that had him doubling over in laughter. Never a dull moment --

Fingers brush over his arm, pulling his gaze around to stare at the offending appendages. It takes a second for his brain to kick into gear and drag his eyes up to the person smiling sweetly at him. Nice body, pretty face, and an expression that Shisui knew all too well. 

“It’s getting crowded in here, huh?” They ask, leaning forward so they didn’t have to yell over the din. “Maybe I’m being too forward, but I thought I heard you say you hoped to end up in someone else’s bedroom. I thought I might offer mine.”

He watches them for a long moment, taking longer to process the words than it normally would as he has to sift through feelings (ew), and determine if it was a viable option. On one hand he could prove to himself once and for all that he wasn’t interested in… he wasn’t even going to say his name. The image of him lighting up at some stupid joke Shisui made was already invading his brain, he didn’t need to make it worse by acknowledging him by name.

You know what? Fuck it, there was no ‘on the other hand,’ Shisui was just gonna go for it. He needs to prove this to himself. “Sounds good to me,” he finally responds, turning to grab his drink off the bar and down it before lifting a hand towards his crew. He might’ve heard a few cheers, but he was a little too focused on the hand that slips into his, guiding him out of the smokey bar.

----------------------

Shisui clearly remembers drifting off to sleep sometime just before sunrise, convinced he had finally achieved his goal. He. Wasn’t. Interested. The things that were off limits were always so enticing, that was all.

So, why did he wake with a massive hangover and the distinct feeling of self-hatred…for more than the amount of alcohol he’d downed the night before. No, damn it, he feels disgusting as he rolls out of the unfamiliar bed and quietly collects his clothes. He needs to get out of here. He needs a large coffee and --

He really needs to get his shit together.  

‘Forget about it. Forget about it. Forget about him.’ was the mantra as he ducks out of his latest conquest’s window. As soon as he was sure he wasn’t going to topple over and the world stops spinning, he takes off across rooftops, heading directly to his favorite coffee shop.

One big-gulp cup’s worth of pure black coffee, grab some takeout, hide in his room for the rest of the morning, and maybe he’d feel partially human by the time evening comes. He drops down onto the street and makes his way towards the coffee shop.

This was hardly the first time he took the walk of shame right into this café, so he really doesn’t give a damn about the smell of alcohol and smoke that lingers on him and last night’s clothes. He just places his order, waves at his favorite barista and goes to stand outside in the shade while he waits.

Maybe he can find a mission that pulls him out of Konoha for a couple of weeks. Surely that would take his mind off things. Maybe he and Itachi could run one like they used to. Before he could continue that line of thought, however, he hears his name called and turns to walk back in --

Only to see the one person he really doesn’t want to see.

Isao’s attention is elsewhere and Shisui freezes, suddenly realizing he was too fucked up for this. He has a split second to make a decision before Isao’s gaze shifts his way. He could duck into the shop, grab his coffee and back himself into the corner until Isao passes by then sneak out when his back was to him… But it looks like Isao was angling towards the damn coffee shop and Shisui curses himself for being lazy instead of just making coffee at home.

Tactical retreat it is, then. It wasn’t running away if you planned it, right? Shisui quickly mourns the loss of his coffee as he wheels around and quickly ducks into the side road next to the cafe. He’d just have to make it up to himself later when he wasn’t nursing a massive hangover.

He really needs to get his shit together.

For fuck’s sake, he was Isao’s ANBU trainer, his superior officer. He shouldn’t even be thinking of him like that. Hell, he shouldn’t even be as friendly as he has been, not until Isao was placed on a proper team.

His brain was a broken record as he ran across rooftops, repeating curse after curse and only worsening his headache. It didn’t take long to reach his house, and he doesn’t even bother to open the gate out front, merely vaulting over it instead. His wards were deactivated and he could feel Itachi’s chakra inside… Well, at least it wasn’t Sansui. At least Itachi wouldn’t question him… much.

Shisui stomps inside, haphazardly kicking his shoes off at the door and moving into the kitchen. Itachi was seated at the table, his loose hair still damp from a recent shower, dango in one hand and a book in the other.

His house was always open for his brother and his best friend to drop in unannounced. Itachi was over at least once a week, taking a break and hiding from the rest of the clan as they demanded more and more from their heir. Shisui didn’t care, only lifted his hand in a lazy wave, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Dark eyes cut up at him from over his book. “I heard about your…” Itachi couldn’t find the right word.

“Misadventures?” Shisui supplies.

“Not the word I would’ve used, but sure. I brought food and there’s a fresh pot of coffee.” Itachi wrinkles his nose in distaste, “You should probably shower first, you smell like an ashtray.”

“Fuck off, this is my house,” Shisui grumbles as he grabs a bento from where Itachi had set them in the fridge and opens it. “Oh, hey, is this Auntie Mikoto’s cooking?” He only receives a hum in response, but he knew it was an affirmative. “Oh, hell yeah. You’re the best cousin ever.”

“I know.”

They were silent for a moment as Shisui practically inhales his breakfast and pours himself a cup of coffee. He could feel Itachi’s eyes on him, but the younger man doesn’t speak until Shisui was through eating and had gone through at least a cup and a half of coffee. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Shisui mutters into his coffee mug.

“You haven’t been yourself recently. You’ve been even more high-strung than usual, and judging by your mood and your chaotic chakra, I’d venture to say you encountered whatever problem you’re having on your way home.”

Shisui only stares at him, a silent demand that he stop guessing, but Itachi blatantly ignores the hint and continues to speak. “According to the other captains this started around the time you were assigned the new recruits… and I noticed a decline in your… extracurriculars since then.”

“You mean my one-night-stands?”

“Yes, that.”

“I literally just got home from one.”

Itachi hums, “and how long has it been since you had one?”

“You know, you should be happy I’ve cut back, not interrogating me on why I’m not slutting myself out as much.”

“I’m not saying you should go back to, as you so eloquently put it, slutting yourself out. I merely view it as a clue as to what is bothering you.”

Shisui narrows his eyes and refills his cup, “oh, the Uchiha prodigy is on the case, huh?” Itachi shoots him a glare that Shisui ignores, “please tell me, all-knowing one, what’s my problem, then?”

“You’ve fallen for someone.”

Shisui nearly chokes on his coffee, coughing to clear it from his lungs. “Fallen?” He gasps, but as soon as he can breathe, he starts laughing. “You mean to tell me your brilliant deduction is that I’m in love with someone? What am I, some teenage girl with hearts in her eyes?” He snorts, “Hate to burst your bubble, Ita-chan, but it looks like you’re not as omniscient as you originally thought.”    

Itachi doesn’t rise to the bait; he never does. Shisui just shakes his head, still chuckling, and starts migrating himself and his life-giving coffee into the living room. As he passes the table, Itachi stands and tucks his book into a pouch at his hip. “Tell me, Shisui, are you trying to convince me… or are you trying to convince yourself?”  

Shisui stops mid stride, suddenly at a loss of words. He takes a sip of his coffee to buy himself some time to think. Itachi is patient, taking his time in tying his hair back into its usual low ponytail and packing up the rest of his things.

“How would you even know?” Shisui suddenly blurts, sounding more lost than snippy as he intended. “You’re terrible with people. You wouldn’t know love from a hole in the ground.”

“You’re right.” Itachi responds immediately, “my people skills are lacking… However, I know you. You’re my best friend and you’ve been at my side since we were children. I might not be able to recognize love itself, but I have seen it. I know what it looks like, and I know how it presents itself, and you have all the signs, Shisui.” Itachi grabs his tanto off the table and brushes past Shisui on his way to the door. “Sorry to cut the visit short, but I have a mission to report for.” He tugs his shoes on and opens the door. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“...Yeah,” Shisui murmurs, shell-shocked, “Be safe.” With a nod, Itachi is out the door, leaving Shisui standing, bewildered, in the middle of the kitchen.

Well, fuck.

He groans loudly as soon as he remembers how to function and stomps into the living room. His coffee is carefully placed on the coffee table, but Shisui flops face-first into the couch.

Fuck, fuck…

“Fuck.” he whines into the cushions. “Fuck, what is wrong with me?” All he wants is coffee and a nap, not an existential crisis.

Where the hell does he even go from here?

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Campfire"

Legolas x Male Reader

Type: Angst, fluff

Word count: 1292

Warnings: Little bit of swearing, lots of awkwardness, bit of angsty thoughts, slight implications/mentions of homophobia, mentions of dislike/hate towards halflings, dumbasses in love, mainly swooning over each other and fluff, request from wattpad :)

Request: "Where reader joins the fellowship, and Legolas is very conflicted, due to the reader both being a man, and being half elf, which his dad would accept neither of :0"

The Fellowship had just finished dinner and were lounging beside the campfire, warm sparkling flames eating away the night.

You sat by Frodo, smiling lovingly at the funny tales Sam and him were telling about the Shire, sharpening your slightly dulled out dagger.

Legolas let out a long breath he didn't even realize he was holding, catching himself staring longingly at you but not doing anything about it. He watched as your strong but graceful hands worked the dagger sharp, as your eyes sparkled from the light of the fire, how your face contorted to a big smile as the hobbits said something funny he didn't quite catch, as your beautiful hair gently moved by the light breeze moving down the field, how your-.. "Shit.." Legolas thought to himself catching his thoughts stray afar and get consumed by you.

He couldn't help it, he tried so hard but he couldn't help it. He had feelings for you and that didn't and couldn't be changed.

It wasn't a long while since you joined the little adventurous group but you had already taken all of his heart and quite honestly Legolas didn't mind. But sadly he knew someone who would. His dad.

He knew Thranduil wouldn't accept of the two of you being together, especially because you are both men. And even more so, under no circumstances, would he accept of you being only half elven.

The dark thoughts plagued Legolas' mind as he stared off now into the campfire, worry, unknown to him, clearly showing on his face. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice you approaching until you sat by his side and gently nudged his leg with your own.

"Is everything alright Legolas?" you asked worriedly, but with a smile.

He jolted back to consciousness, eyes quickly darting to your figure beside him and then to your face, cheeks slowly growing pink because you caught him off guard, and because of how close you sat to him.

"Y-Yes, everything is alright," he smiled quickly, trying to seem not as distracted.

You hummed softly at his answer, "You seemed like you worried about something greatly. I hope nothing too bad.." you worried for him, hoping he wasn't holding off anything too serious.

"All is well," Legolas added with a smile still on his face, "Nothing to worry about." "Shit he's pretty-" Legolas tried to calm his fast-beating heart and his racing thoughts.

"Hm alright," you let out, smiling at him, letting go of pestering him about it.

A couple of long moments of silence passed, Legolas' cheeks changing colours as his thoughts raced around. His eyes fixated on anything else but your face.

You finally decided to break the silence, remembering to ask him what you wanted to, "Do you need me to sharpen your sword and your arrows?"

Only hearing half of what you spoke Legolas choked on air cheeks bursting back into deep red, "Sharpen my what-"

"Your arrows and your sword," you pointed at his quiver filled with arrows, some of which he gathered back after shooting. Which seemed gently dulled out by battles. And his sword, laying scattered beside the quiver.

"Oh, s - sure," Legolas let out, embarrassed by what his brain had him think about, reaching for his quiver and sword which laid on grass beside him, and handing them to you.

You smiled, your obliviousness completely jumping over what had just happened.

You started your work, carefully starting to sharpen his weapons, enjoying a song hobbits just started to sing to fill the quiet night's air.

And your mind slowly drifted off to Legolas, who also seemed to have his attention stolen by the beautiful voices of your hobbit friends. You thought about the first time you joined the fellowship, how his otherwordly beauty caught you off guard and stole your attention immediately and how you couldn't stop thinking about him ever since.

You knew you didn't quite stand a chance, being a halfling that is, especially after you heard who his father is. But your heart didn't care, it kept soaring and hoping and you didn't mind one bit.

You wanted to confess to him so bad, ever since the moment you met him, but the time never seemed to be right, there was always somebody interrupting or it just didn't seem like a good moment. But right now, as the warmth of the crackling fire warmed you both and it's light illuminated his beautiful face, and the night's breeze gently picked up his beautiful hair, it felt right.

So you gathered all your courage and must and softly turned your body a bit to face his before speaking, holding back the nervousness of your voice in your throat.

"On another note, I wanted to ask you something," you started, now your hands fidgeting and eyes looking away from his nervously.

"Hm?" Legolas turned his gaze to you, giving you his attention, heart picking up at all the possibilities of what you could ask of him.

"I know it's not ideal.. me being half elf half man.. and you have all the right to turn me down without a question, but I just wanted to ask you, whether.. you would be alright with me courting you..?.. I-If you like guys even.." you spoke softly and quietly so that only he could hear, slowly trailing off at the end of your sentence into gently panicked mumbling.

Legolas' heart skipped a beat, he couldn't believe his ears and his heart leapt as if he'd ran a marathon, smile spreading into a wide grin that he could barely contain.

"W-What?.." he let out, barely catching his breath.

You looked up at him, eyes slowly filling with sadness that you tried to hide, misinterpreting his smile, "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you.."

"Yes!" Legolas quickly let out, grin now proudly plastered on his face as he looked at you.

"What." you looked at him in shock, your brain still not processing what he had said.

"Yes. I'd love you to court me." Legolas spoke with a blush slowly heating up his cheeks.

Your lips spread into a grin and you let out a breathy chuckle of happiness and relief until a troubling and dreadful thought dawned upon you once again, "But what about your father..?"

Legolas' smile faltered gently, remembering what he thought about merely minutes ago before he was interrupted by you

Yes.. he would be hard to persuade.. but we'll work it out." Legolas' heart remained hopeful, putting all the worry that consumed him a moment ago away, smile returning back to his face in full glory.

You smiled back, so happy he thought as such. And with a gentle nod towards his hand you asked for a permission to hold it, blush spread across his cheeks again and he nodded, reaching his hand to hold yours and leave a gentle kiss upon it. You blushed slightly as well, returning the favour.

As you two were engulfed in each other's gaze and attention, you didn't notice the whole fellowship has quieted down and were all looking at the two of you.

"At last!" Gandalf let out with a relief gracing his voice and everyone chuckled. "I thought you two would never figure it out!"

Aragorn grinned, "I agree!"

The two of you shared a glance, embarrassment written all over you both, but proceeded to laugh it off with the rest of them. The hobbits burst out into song and cheer, singing one in the celebration of the two of you, the whole fellowship joining along. As well as you both. The happy atmosphere quickly spreading around the campfire. Worry and troubles now left behind and long gone.

[blueberryrock]

Not like them.

Summary: After about a week and a half, you finally get Marc's response to your pregnancy

Warnings: pregnancy ofc and angst, there's not much else besides fluff at the end

A/N: duuuuude i got stuck on this one y'all, my brain had cooked up the beginning and end of this but no middle as always XD. but hey! It's here and I genuinely like it! Anyways here's pt. 1 to this fic btw since it's not really a stand-alone? I mean you can try, but anyways i hope y'all enjoy 💕💕

Marc didn't need to see the test slide across the table. The shiny red bow that was pressed onto it had caught his eye the second Y/N walked out of the bathroom with it behind her back. He of course had recognized it immediately as it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, he and Layla had a scare once. Marc smiles at the small memory, remembering how relieved Layla was to just blame her late period on the stress of their mission.

He too was relieved.....mostly anyways, their work was no place for a child he had to tell himself over and over again for the days to come and to deny the small sliver of disappointment that had crossed his face when the news came.

But now?

With his work with Khonshu over?

And with his new simple life with Steven and Y/N?

Marc can't decide how to feel besides appreciating that Steven was fronting, all he currently wants to do is drift back into the headspace to ignore every feeling that arises in him, but Marc stays long enough to see Steven's excitement over his gift.

After watching Steven tear open his gift like a wild animal, Marc's eyes glance over at Y/N. A small smile graces his lip at the visible excitement she tries to repress. As Y/N decides to then slide the test over to Steven, a quick glance is all he needs before he tries to slip away. "You....are...sick?" He hears Steven mumble in confusion, causing him to peer at the Brit from the fish tank. Marc nearly chuckles at him, and instead mutters, "it's a pregnancy test dumbass," before slinking away for good.

He doesn't stick around for their excitement, only because Marc knows he can't mirror it...and it is with a sigh that he leaves Steven and Y/N to fawn over the news. Marc can still hear his name being mentioned in questions and statements but he pushes it to background noise, only focusing on the mundane noises for the days to come.

The clacking sound of Steven's fancy new Rubix cube or whatever Y/N had called it has slowly been driving Marc mad for his week of silence. He had been fine with it for the first few days, the quiet creaking of the corners spinning had been somewhat soothing, but now it has clearly been frustrating Steven to the point of Y/N dragging him to bed from his desk.

Which is where Marc finds them now, in bed with nothing but Y/N's quiet breathing and the stupid triangle Rubix cube thing to fill the silence. Go to bed Steven, Marc growls, purposely making the rubix thing drop onto Steven.

"Now you talk," Steven mutters as he picks up the puzzle from his chest to continue where he left off. "You know Y/N's upset with you. Well, maybe not with you, at you might be a better term."

"You're stressing her out Marc." Steven's whispered words are like cold ice running down his back, but still, he doesn't respond. "She won't admit it, of course, she's too stubborn. But I can see it in her eyes whenever she asks about you."

"I–" Marc starts. "I can't Steven."

"She needs you, they both do," Steven whispers, his hands still fiddling with the colorful triangle. "You'll have to face them at some point." Is all Steven says before setting the triangle down on his nightstand and drifting to sleep, leaving Marc to stew with his words before falling asleep too.

It was a slow wake.

One of stretching his limbs as far as he could, enjoying the small pops coming from his joints.

The feeling of small warm hands sliding over his back is what made his eyes shoot open.

Marc was fronting.

The initial shock of finding his head resting on Y/N's slowly rising chest washed over him quickly as Marc whipped his head up to find Y/N peacefully asleep. "Steven," Marc growls lowly in hopes Y/N wouldn't hear him. "Steven get out here right now!"

Silence is what meets him rather than the cheery brit's voice.

"Dammit Steven!" He says a little louder, clenching his jaw in frustration, immediately after he says that a small hand is clasped against his mouth.

"Shhhh you're being too loud," Y/N mumbles, her hand sliding from his face to bury itself in his curls. "Mmm but good morning Ste–" "Good morning babe." "–arc? Marc?"

Y/N's eyes slowly blink open to meet Marc's gaze. "It's nice to hear your voice again," Marc mutters quietly, avoiding Y/N's gaze to glance over at Steven's messy nightstand.

"Of course," Y/N softly laughs, her free hand flying up to rub her face. "After a week and a half of you deciding to leave, that's the first thing you say."

"That you missed me."

The hand still buried in his curls is still surprisingly gentle as they break apart any knots they find. "I did," Marc sighs, resting his chin on her sternum and watching as she slides her other hand down her face to land on the mattress. "I really did Y/N. Steven told me that I've been worrying you, and 'm so sorry love."

"Birthdays.......birthdays have always been hard for me," Marc's gaze meets Y/N's softening one. "I was happy for this one, mostly anyways. Seeing you and Steven made it a good day, then..."

A small groan escapes Marc as he fails to continue, silently trying to hide his face from her, but Y/N's soft hands cupping his face stop him. "You can tell me love," Y/N whispers. "I promise I won't be upset by anything you say, I'm just glad that you're back."

With a soft nod, Marc takes in a deep breath before continuing, the soft hand returning to his curly mess. "I am happy. I am happy for you and Steven. I am happy that you guys get to have this, a normal-ish life but I don't want any part of it when I know I'll ruin it, I always do."

"Marc...I–"

"I don't want to be like them Y/N," Marc finally blurts out, his hands digging under Y/N's warm body to hug her closely. "But I know I'll end up like one of them if I do this."

"You'll never be like them," Y/N softly growls, her hands moving to hug him the best she can in their position. "You are probably, genuinely, the best person I've ever met Marc. You're so sweet and caring, I'm not sure what they've done to you both, but I can assure you that you're already like a thousand times better than them, love."

A long shuddering breath leaves Marc at Y/N's reassuring words, his hands pulling her closer before he feels Y/N leaning up to kiss his head. Marc's hands slide from under Y/N's back to under her hips. "C-can I?" He whispers, meeting Y/N's gaze and earning himself a small nod. What would be a more seductive move, Marc pushes the hem of her thin nightshirt to reveal her non-existent baby bump.

Y/N's cheeks heat up as she watches Marc settle some of his torso between her legs, but he doesn't move further south. Instead, Marc lets out a small noise that Y/N can't tell if it's happy or sad and presses a small kiss to her abdomen. Y/N's heart swells at the sight of Marc's small kisses and murmurs to her belly. Her hand slides through his mess of curls, slowly pulling his attention with it.

"You're so cute you know?" Y/N hums as she sits up in bed, giving Marc enough space to sit up as well. "You're going to be just as great as Steven, I can sense it."

"I highly doubt that," Marc snorts before quickly adding, "he was practically singing from the rooftops about this, he still is you know."

"Oh, I bet he is," Y/N laughs, falling back onto the bed, dragging Marc with her, but this time they're face to face. "I am really glad you're back Marc, I was so worried about you and what you thought." She hums, dragging a light finger across his jaw. "Ya know maybe springing this on your guy's birthday wasn't the smartest thing I've done eh?"

"Hmm maybe not," Marc hums, inching close enough to Y/N's face that their lips almost touch. "But you made Steven very happy, and now me to...oooh do we still have cake?" Marc springs up with a small smirk right as Y/N had tried to kiss him.

"Yes you ass," Y/N frowns. "I had to hide it from Steven. Hey!" She cries as Marc runs off to find it. "Get back over here! I didn't get to kiss you!"

"Cake first!" Marc yells from somewhere in the kitchen.

With a groan of her own, Y/N pushes away any covers that were on her and slides off the bed to go find Marc's stupid cake. Once found (hidden behind Y/N's chicken soup in the fridge) she hands it over with a small grumble. "Thanks, love," Marc smiles before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: woohoo, we’re doing another one babbyyy! I’ll never get tired of these sorts of situations honestly <3

G/n reader

Team Captains (most of them~)

Kuroo Tetsurou

He was walking behind you, about to tap your shoulder, witty conversation starter at the tip of his tongue one he totally hadn’t prepared a day beforehand, only to be hit with you saying “Wow, look at you! A fantastic boyfriend i have indeed.”

Reals back, all thoughts flying out of his head

All internal excitement dissipates as panic and dread take its place

You had introduced Kuroo to the guy you were calling your boyfriend, saying you were only friends and yet…

How come he didn’t know? Him and you were close to each other, right? Had he been so deep into your smiles and pretty eyes that he had misread everything? Maybe he had made up the little signs that meant you felt the same

It was probably his feelings making him a lovesick fool

That thought stuck with him the most because that made him pretty delusional if he got everything this mixed up

He has so many questions rattling in his brain, pinning him down, that he doesn’t realize you’ve turned around and are staring at him

It takes your hand waving back and forth in front of him to startle him out of his trance

His panic doubles, voice strained

“Ahh, hey there kitten. What’s new?”

It’s missing his usual excitement and he sounds strangled, you notice right away that he’s also turned away from you

“Tets are you all good? Are you sick, I could get you some medicine if you aren’t feeling well?”

“What no, I’m not- you don’t have to do any of that, I’m better than I could ever be.” He chuckles and he knows he’s not being convincing in the slightest

“Huh, I’ll get the truth out of you in a sec, I’m gonna say bye to my friend and then we can go, okay?”

“Don’t you mean boyfriend.” It comes out before he can stop himself

The bitter tone is so obvious he’s tempted to bolt, maybe start over as a circus clown

He’s positive he could pull that wig off

Your voice is laced with laughter when you ask if he really does need to go see a doctor

“And what boyfriend?” You pause, smile growing. “Are you talking about yourself or what?”

Now he’s flustered and confused. It’s not like you didn’t talk like that with him but you had a boyfriend now didn’t you or was that..?

“WAIT EARLIER YOU-

He takes a deep breath, he could be wrong, he needs to stay calm

“We’re, we’re you just kidding around when you said your friend was, well ya know?”

You laugh again and explain, slightly embarrassed by the mishap, that yes you were kidding around

He feels all of his confidence come back and asks the question that leads to you two finally dating

“If that’s the case and the spot really isn’t taken, how about I become your boyfriend?”

Bokuto Koutaro

He. Is. Crushed.

Everyone around him can feel the tense atmosphere and looking at his face is like a punch to the gut with his heartbroken eyes, he’s staring at you like you’ve died instead of said you loved your girlfriend

All bokuto had wanted was to give you a quick hug before he headed off to practice

Instead he has to deal with the weight of knowing you’re with someone else, that and the realization that he needs to put away his own feelings so he doesn’t ruin your relationship with the person you love

He had known he liked you for quite awhile, it was hard figuring out a time he should confess or whether that would make you uncomfortable

He’s glad he never tried anything since it saved him from the possibility of making things hard for you, seeing as how you would’ve had to let your friend down

Bokuto looks at you closely, there’s a grin on your face as you stare at her and if you’re happy then he can live with this

That’s what he firmly thinks

And so pulling himself up with a smile, he walks over to you with a solidly convincing amount of energy

He talks excitedly and almost exactly like he would normally

What he’s saying doesn’t sit right with you though

His words are depressing and he looks like he’s forcing himself to talk like this

You stop him in the middle of a joke, that wasn’t all that funny with the sad way it was being told, and ask if he’s okay

His smile gets even bigger, and now you can see it’s clearly fake as he gives you some excuse about training being harder on him lately

You decide to wait and give him a little space, you assume he’ll walk off to volleyball practice, and later you’ll be able to talk with him about whatever’s going on

When he keeps talking and it becomes clear he’s not moving, stalling for time, you ask if you can talk alone with him

“Bo, is um, did something happen? You’re upset aren’t you?” You question him cautiously

“Nope! I’m just glad I get to talk with you, it’s not something I’ll be able to do as often since you have to spend time with your girlfriend and all!”

His smile finally slips as what he said hits you both

You’re quick in explaining the mistake now that you know what’s eating away at him

He can’t believe his luck when he hears you say it was just a joke, it’s too good to be true

But he doesn’t care, he’s just happy

Doesn’t even let himself process it all before he’s asking you to please, think about dating him

You’re both glad his smile is back to normal when you say you’d love to

Kita Shinsuke

Keeps it together like the seemingly impassive and parent friend that he is

Hurts so much more then he wants to admit

Doesn’t want to believe what he just heard but if you say that you have a partner, than those are the facts and he can’t change anything

But shit, does he wish he could

He’s standing right next to you, a step away and if he took it you would be pressed against his side

That’s an impossible reality, a fantasy he needs to put to rest now that he knows your feelings for someone else

That step however, is ungraciously closed when you trip backward from what appears to be your partner moving their foot as you had moved forward, resulting in you falling onto Kita

Instantly flustered by it and is feeling so betrayed by his body when he automatically puts an arm around you to keep you upright

He tries to be respectful as he removes himself from your side, it isn’t right for him to be that close to you, he’ll just have to push down the disappointment he feels from the lack of contact

“Kita-kun! I’m really sorry about that, my friend” you give a pointed glare towards the person of your affection. “accidentally knocked me into you.”

He gives a small smile at you, slightly unsure as to why you would address your partner as just your friend

If he’s being truthful, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore and that’s why he allows himself to shrug off the strange event

He acts like he always does in the next couple days, though the aggressive lilt in his voice that appears at any mistake he spots, gives away his frustration

His feelings are boiling over the surface and he realizes he needs to find a way to get over this

The best way to do that, he concludes, is to tell you his feelings so he can take the rejection and move on

A resolution that he puts into motion the next time he’s with you

He does it simply and tries to make it as small and meaningless as possible

“Thanks for listening to this, I know it must be difficult to deal with.”

You’re speechless and Kita wishes this could be easier but he steels himself for what’s about to come next

“I- Kita, I know you’re not and I apologize in advance, but are you a dumbass?” You’re expression is both mortified and happy and he really doesn’t know what’s happening

“I like you. I was messing around with my friend and I promise you, I will never be doing that again.”

Oh, Kita is so relieved and the first thing he does when you become official is pull you in for a hug

And he’s gonna keep pulling you in for hugs :3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

His surprise is on full display and he ends up staring at you so intensely you automatically come up to ask him what was wrong

Isn’t sure how to put into words how he feels at the moment

You are your own person, so he shouldn’t feel any right to being the one to call you his partner

Yet he can’t stop the disappointment from filling every part of him

Ushijima wants to be mature about this though, If you think that girl is good enough for you then he will live with the heartache

So he shakes his head and comes up with a small excuse for his behavior

He seems normal to most in the following week, quite and stoic, more silent around you than he’s probably ever been but nothing really out of place per say

However his annoyance with your girlfriend only grows when he sees that you are not being treated how most would in a romantic relationship

He’s had enough when he hears her tell you about this pretty girl she saw the other day

She’s all casual and smiles when she says it too

Walks over, taps your shoulder, and asks if you can talk in private

It wasn’t right and he was 100% calm when he explained why he thought you weren’t being treated right

And he definitely wasn’t a little jealous and using the way your girlfriend was acting as a way to see if he could prove he could treat you better

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being completely rational when he was making his points as to why you should maybe, just possibly reconsider the whole dating your girlfriend thing

But the fact that she hadn’t held your hand was very important and he needed you to know that

He needed you to know that you shouldn’t have to listen to the one you cared for like that, speak of another person they found good looking, especially when the most attractive one was you

Ushijima doesn’t know how to take your silence when he finishes, and you seem… embarrassed?

Had he gone too far? Over stepped a boundary in his jealousy?

He was considering an apology for his rash behavior when you spoke up, though it was more appropriate to call it spoke down with the way you had your head lowered and voice quiet

“Toshi, did you mean all that?”

He’s not sure where this is going, he responds honestly regardless

“Yes, I meant it and I’m sorry if I insulted you.” He doesn’t apologize for insulting your girlfriend tho~

“Then you should probably know that I was only playing around when I said I was dating my friend. We’re not together.” You finally look into his eyes. “I’m pretty single and uh, if you really wanna help me in my dating problems you could date me, that’d fix them all.”

The slightest blush appears on his cheeks and when he reply’s with his yes, it’s almost like a happy sigh

He makes sure to show you how much he loves you everyday, he’s also still slightly bitter around your friend <3

Terushima Yuuji

Freaking out

He is having a hardcore internal screaming sesh

Walks away from you so he can pretend he didn’t just hear that

Also wants to make sure you don’t see him panicking

He finds a place where he’s alone, a field outside the gym he had been in, that is till he’d heard you talk to your boyfriend

Who was apparently, very entertaining if the way you had been laughing was any indication

Stands there, blank for a few seconds

Is so set on not crying over something like this because he knows that you’re amazing and shouldn’t be so surprised over you dating some other dude

He should go back inside and act like he always does, or maybe not since you are with your boyfriend

He’s being stupid, acting this overworked

It’s what he tells himself but he can feel a couple tears slip down his cheeks and there’s a sob bubbling up in his chest against his will

This didn’t feel fair

He wants to do something, he just doesn’t know what

Pretending he’s fine would be a good option if he could stop crying

It’s not looking feasible at the moment however

Takes a shaky breath and is coming to the decision he should leave you alone for now when he hears his name

Someone’s calling him, someone who absolutely cannot see him right now

He starts sprinting, but the thing about crying is that it’s pretty exhausting and before he knows it he’s gasping for breath, too slow to move out of your reach

“Terushima! Why would you-

You stare at his tear stained face, concern pulling your features into a deep frown and he desperately wishes he wasn’t the cause of it

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask the question softly, making it all hurt a little more

His eyes are closed when he replies. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head with.”

“Whatever it is I won’t judge and if you want advice or someone to just listen I’m listening.”

“You, it’s really not..” he breaks. “Are you really with that guy?”

It’s none of his business, why’d he have to ask that?

Understanding lights up your face, and with the new information having connected the dots you move closer to him

“I’m not. He and I were joking, so please don’t cry.” He feels a hand wipe a stray tear from his face

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime,” you laugh a little. “I hope I didn’t completely misread this, if I did I suppose we’d be matching.. and I wouldn’t mind so much if that was the case.”

He answers by grabbing your hand.

“That answer shouldn’t have been so cute, I’ll forgive you by taking you up on that date though.”

[koushisatori]

if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

[prettyboyoongs]

Back Home | Lip Gallagher

You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

“Just walking home,” You spoke quickly, not wanting to talk about the topic too much if at all. “I missed you. You look great too, look at you— you’re filling out and shit!” You motioned towards his biceps that were covered tightly by his t-shirt. He was soaked with sweat and was panting, and you couldn’t help but smile when he tried to suppress it as he spoke to you.

“Thanks. Training— got to stay in tact, you know?” Ian chuckled, making you nod. You laughed as well, shivering slightly when a breeze suddenly brushed over the two of you. Ian didn’t move, appreciating the coldness but when he looked at you more carefully he noticed you were wearing a dress with a thin coat.

Not to mention the blackness on your cheeks and undereyes. You had been crying.

“Hey,” Ian spoke softly, making you look up at him with soft eyes. “I was making my way home, need a shower and should probably study a little while I’m at it. Do you want to come over? I know it’s been a little bit, but..”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest. “As much as I’d like that, Ian, I—”

“He won’t be home tonight.” Ian interrupted, his voice quiet and gentle. You sighed and bit your lip, thinking over it for a moment before nodding. The two of you continued the walk together in silence until he spoke up. “What’s the dress for?”

“Prom.” You sighed heavily, making Ian snort.

“You went to prom? Since when do you go to shit like that? And since when do you wear anything besides jeans?” Ian laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Marcus Greene asked me to go with him and I figured maybe it would.. I don’t know— just been getting myself out there more, I guess.” You answered vaguely. Ian nodded.

“Isn’t prom supposed to end at like, 11?” He asked. You nodded softly, making him furrow his eyebrows and lift his left hand up to check his watch. “But it’s only 8:47.”

You shrugged, gulping. “Just wasn’t working.” You laughed sarcastically, making Ian sigh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). Hey, is it okay if I stop by Mick’s real quick to grab my bookbag? I left it there this morning.”

You nodded, smiling at the mention of Mickey Milkovich. You absolutely loved Mickey. You used to have a thing with Mandy in middle school and you became extremely close to Mickey in the process. When things ended, you remained close friends with the both of them with no problems or awkwardness.

After the breakup, you hadn’t seen much of either of them. Mickey was hardly ever at school, and that’s just how it’s always been. But Mandy kind of just disappeared after Karen got hit, and although you knew why she hadn’t come back or reached out, you wished she would even if it was just to say hi.

“Of course.”

“Okay, thanks. You can go to mine if you want and wait for me— I know it’s cold. The front door should be unlocked.”

You nodded approvingly, smiling at him as you crossed the street to walk to his house as he continued straight to Mickey’s house. You reached out to touch the familiar metal fence, your lip twitching as you pushed it open. You sighed heavily after shutting it, looking up at the blue house.

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Lip was sitting on the porch with a cigarette in hand, his eyes already locked on you. You licked your lips nervously as your eyes trailed over him— he was wearing a suit and his hair was done the way you had always begged him to do. It was your favorite.

The sight alone made your heart plummet and your stomach sink. “I’m here for Ian.” You blurted, your eyes still locked with his. It seemed impossible to look away no matter how badly you wanted to.

Lip took a small drag before breathing it out, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. “He’s not here.” He mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact. Your eyes burned when he looked down at his finished cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed as he held in the smoke. “Why are you in a dress?” He asked disgustedly as he threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

You were taken aback by his tone, but you ignored it. “I know, he’s at Mickey’s to grab his book bag. He told me to come here and wait for him because I was cold.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Lip wiped his hands on his pants, looking at you up and down once more, his face filled with utter confusion. “Probably because you’re in a dress,” He repeated. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, looking him up and down as well. “Why are you in a suit?” You shivered at how nasty the words came out.

“Prom.” He answered coolly.

“Prom.” You repeated, motioning to yourself. He nodded in understanding before looking behind you. You turned, seeing Ian walking towards you.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry. He told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.” He whispered to you. He tossed the book bag onto his shoulders and wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at you softly. The physical contact made you tear up immediately and you stayed silent as Ian walked the two of you up to the house. Lip moved out of the way and watched the two of you walk in.

As soon as he shut the door behind you, you held a sob. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Shh.” Ian whispered, rubbing at your shoulders as he guided you out of the doorway and onto the stairs.

You trudged up the steps with heavy legs and wet eyes, shivering slightly as the two of you walked into the bedroom the three teenage boys shared. Ian guided you towards his bed, shutting the door behind him. You let out another sob, making the young boy in the room gasp at your presence.

“(Y/N)!” Carl squeaked, making you jump. You looked over, seeing him sitting on his bed with Liam and action figures. Before you could reply, his smile had dropped and his lips were turned into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled softly at the boy, wiping at your face. “Hey, buddy.” You ignored the question like it was nothing even though your heart felt like it was on fire.

“Are you back home now?” He asked, voice full of hope. The way he had worded it made you sob even harder, Ian sighing. Home. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say, and Ian didn’t either, but thankfully he spoke up.

“Look, (Y/N/N)’s not having a good night and I have to go take a quick shower. Will you keep her company and make sure Lip doesn’t come in?” He asked, running a hand through your hair as he spoke to the teenager across the room. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, but knew better than to ask questions. He nodded. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and an old shirt from his drawers before leaving the bedroom, leaving you alone with Carl and Liam. “Do you want to hold Liam? He said your name the other day; he misses you.” Carl asked.

Sniffling, you nodded, sitting up properly while Carl walked to the bed with the toddler. You smiled when Liam squealed, his legs kicking the air while he was being passed to you. Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but pull him close to you. You had been with Lip for all of Liam’s life so being away from him for months has definitely taken a toll on you. He hadn’t grown too much, but he sure did some way or another.

“Hi, baby!” You cooed, pulling him away so you could press a kiss to his cheek. He giggled at this, reaching for your necklace like usual. “I missed you!” You squealed, lifting the boy into the air.

“Did you miss me, too?” Carl piped, making you set Liam down on your lap. You smiled, your eyes still watery and smeared with mascara.

“How could I not?” You replied, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled, sitting beside you to help you tickle Liam- his head rising when the door swung open. You, too, looked up- your smile dropping when you saw Lip standing in the doorway. Carl frowned, “Go.”

Lip snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “You go. I want to talk to (Y/N).” His words were firm but his voice was soft. You gulped, your body tensing up. Lip looked at you once again, his eyes gentle and sad. 

“No,” Carl scoffed. “Ian specifically told me not to let you in while she’s here, and she’s already sad, so just leave her alone- Jesus.” 

Lip sighed heavily, rubbing at his face before dropping his hands. They dipped into his pockets. “I’m not gonna hurt her- promise. I just want to talk.” Carl sighed, looking over at you for conformation. You thought for a moment before nodding, Carl taking Liam from you before leaving the two of you alone. “Thanks, man.”

You tried to tear your eyes off of him as you watched him shut the door but you couldn’t. He turned around, taking a look around the room before deciding to sit at the chair underneath the loft bed. You sat up straighter, wiping at your face with the back of your hands nervously. Lip started swaying in the chair, his chest pressed against the back of it while his chin rested on the top of the chair. You swallowed anxiously when your eyes met, your heart racing in your chest.

You had never felt this way around Lip Gallagher before but you absolutely hated it.

“Who did you go with?” He spoke up, his voice low and quiet. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach stinking. You stayed quiet for a few moments before clearing your throat. “Marcus Greene,” Lip nodded silently before you cracked your fingers nervously. “What about you?”

“Some girl paid me 50 bucks to pretend to be her boyfriend at the prom so she could make her ex jealous- they were making out within ten goddamn minutes, so,” He shook his head, making you laugh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out cash, waving it in the air. “Still got paid, too.”

“Wow, you were there for ten minutes and still got 50 bucks?” Lip nodded. “Lucky you.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. It instantly became awkward, the silence becoming almost unbearable after three whole minutes (it felt more like ten). 

“Hey,” Lip whispered, making you look up at him. “It’s only a quarter till’ 10, we still got a little while. I mean, you’re dressed, I’m dressed. We have tickets.. It’d be kind of a waste not to go, don’t you think?”

You smiled. You knew he didn’t care about prom or the money going to waste or any of it. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” 

“Yeah, but not with you. Nothing with you is a waste.”

[kurosukii]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: teasing your boyfriend is one of your favorite pastimes, but it almost always ends up with him showing you exactly who’s boss.

genre: smut, slight fluff, established lovers au

warnings: 18+. daddy kink, degradation, praise, edging, overstimulation, dom/sub themes, traffic light system, spitting, hair pulling, choking, cumplay, creampie, sensory deprivation (blindfold), spanking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, bratty reader, mating press, slight dumbification, slight pussyjob, slight aftercare, multiple orgasms, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, pet names

word count: 5.6k

author’s note: .........i literally have no words for this. it’s 5.6k words of fucking filth. the iwa slut club is open and my dumbass dived in. the iwa brain rot is REAL. will always salivate for this man. (if you understand what the title means then you have the biggest brain 😏) (unedited) (let me know if i’m missing any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

[9:13 PM]

you have to admit that you went too far with your antics this time.

“accidentally” brushing your fingers against his crotch, making his cock tent in his slacks as he slightly stumbled on his words to his colleagues. making eye contact with him while quietly moaning when you took a bite of the delicious food served to your table. subtly rubbing your dress-clad ass on his front as he ushered both of you out of the restaurant, claiming that an emergency came up and he had to “deal” with it immediately.  

the teasing didn’t end there, though. you were riling him up on the way home, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with half of his strength. you were duly expecting him to pull over and drag you to the backseat so he could pound your cunt until all you could do was chant his name like a prayer and finally cumming all over his fat cock. he didn’t do that though, and you were fairly disappointed.

you told him that and all he did was smirk at you, said you needed to be patient. his grip from the wheel loosened and he placed his warm hand on your thigh instead.

by the time hajime parked the car, you were reduced to tears because he  edged and teased you until you begged him to stop. you were so close to cumming. twice. his fingers were buried in your tight and wet cunt for the rest of the ride, lazily stroking your walls and thrusting them in and out, but never  grazing your sweet spot or your clit. the places where you needed his long and thick fingers the most.

as you walked to the door of the apartment, you could feel the slick from your bare pussy spread around your thighs and you shivered when the cold breeze caressed the mess down there. hajime chuckled, clearly amused at your predicament, one hand in his pocket rubbing and playing with the red lace that he ordered you to remove before he tortured your cunt.

“bad girls don’t have the privilege of wearing panties. take them off and give them to daddy,” he had said, and before you knew it, you handed your damp panties to him. he put the cloth to his nose and inhaled. your pussy gushed even more as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “your pussy always smells so sweet for daddy, baby. fuck,” hajime groaned as his pants grew tighter. you were a fool to expect that he would make you cum by just hearing his praise.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the apartment, clearly hoping for him to finish what he started, but this time with his cock balls deep inside of you as you spilled all around him. apparently, he had other plans for the night.

“get on the bed. hands and knees. now.”

he said in a tone that didn’t allow for disobedience, but you were never the type to follow him right away, and he knew that. it still didn’t stop him from ordering you, instead, it only enhanced his arousal, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

he untied his red tie from tonight’s dinner, and then he threw the narrow piece of cloth behind you where the bed was. looking at you in the eye, he slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles bulging against it. he discarded the material away, making it land on a heap on the floor.

you were rooted to your spot, your mouth instantly watering at the vision before you. the planes of his chest and abdomen, the veins protruding from his arms, the golden brown of his skin glistening in the low light of your shared room. you let your eyes devour him and fuck, he looks so sexy with his face flushed red, both in anger and growing arousal. you have never seen a more beautiful being in this world than iwaizumi hajime. you were anticipating what he could do to you, what he was about to do to you.

“don’t make daddy wait any longer, baby. get on the bed. hands and knees. now,”

you didn’t mean to, but iwaizumi hajime just brings out the brattiness in you—he does a damn good job of taming you too—and you opened your mouth before you even thought of the words spilling out of it.

“make me, daddy,” you told him in a faux sweet voice as you looked at him in the eye, neck straining as you maintained eye contact. he was just so big, so tall, so sexy.

he raised an eyebrow, emerald eyes flashing and jaw clenching as he heard your challenge. instead of him granting your wish of bickering back at you and throwing you on the bed, he slowly walked towards you and on instinct, you walked back until the back of your knees hit the bed and you lost your footing. hajime smirked and took it as a chance to lightly push you back on the bed. you yelped as the springs made you bounce up and down before you settled on the soft and slightly cold sheets.

you felt the bed dip as he leaned over you, thick arms on either side of your body. his warmth from his naked torso enveloping you, you took in his smell, minty with a dash of vanilla, and you internally chuckled at the thought. the only thing vanilla about him is his scent.

he broke your train of thought, however, as he nuzzled into your neck, slowly placing open mouthed kisses onto it because he knows it drives you insane, it’s the most sensitive part of your body after all, other than the obvious parts of course.

“you’re being very brave and naughty tonight, bunny, what’s gotten into you, huh? does daddy need to show you your place, hm?” he said in a mocking tone as he bit your neck, slowly releasing the skin as he let his hot and skilled tongue soothe the dull pain.

you whined pitifully, head melting at his ministrations and intoxicating scent, making more slick slide down from your neglected cunt as you stopped yourself from begging for more. “answer me, baby. use your big girl words. does daddy need to put his bratty bunny in her place?” he moved his head from your neck to your ear, lips whispering his promise, knowing that he’ll deliver.

“yes,” you moaned, the sensations overwhelming you, naked cunt clenching around nothing as it tries to soothe the ache that’s been building ever since he edged you twice in the car.

“yes what?” he asked as he rubbed his  covered cock on your bare pussy, thin fabric separating you from what you really needed. you realised that you’re still wearing your little black number, the one that made you confident enough to tease him endlessly tonight.

you were about to fix your mistake but he hovered his mouth on your right breast and sucked on the nipple through the thin fabric, his fingers reaching up to pay attention on the left as he rubbed and rolled the nipple between his nimble fingers. you didn’t wear a bra because the dress didn’t allow you to, so that was the only barrier between your tits and hajime’s talented mouth. “i’m s-sorry, yes daddy. f-fuck yes, play with my tits more, just like that,” you mewled as you arched your back on the bed, hips slightly rutting the air to relieve the pressure in your pussy.

hajime pulled away and sat on his heels. you cried out at the loss of contact and was about to reach for him but he interrupted you. “you’re in no position to tell me what to do, bunny. take what daddy gives you and don’t be greedy,” he growled as he slapped your outer thigh, dress constricting your overheated body. fuck, can he just rip this thing off of me, you thought to yourself.

you were going to desperately beg him to do so but he was ahead of you, he rolled your pliant body, making you lie on your stomach. you gasped as he moved to straddle your thighs and bunched the hem of your dress all the way to your lower back, exposing your cunt and ass to the cold air of the room causing you to shiver.

“my baby’s cunt is so wet, so needy. and this ass—fuck,” hajime threw his head back and groaned as his large hands squeezed the globes of your ass. he was practically obsessed with it, and that was proven with your memories of him kneading and slapping it during the times when he told you to get on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock as you gripped his thick thighs for balance, moaning like a whore because he was so fucking big and you could feel every vein and pulse throbbing in your pussy every time your thighs slapped on his skin—fuck, this is so not helping, you thought.

“your cunt’s clenching baby, what’s daddy’s girl thinking about, hm?” hajime taunted you in a mocking tone as he grinded his still clothed cock on your ass, hands squeezing the fat of it.

“thinking about your fat cock and how it feels so good inside of me, please, i need your cock daddy,” you cried out pathetically as you tried to roll your hips on the mattress,  pride flying out the window because all that matters is hajime getting a move on and burying his cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.

“is that so? you think you deserve to have daddy’s cock in your pussy? you’ve been so naughty tonight,” he taunted you as he inserted two thick fingers in your cunt, swirling around your walls. you whined and tried to fuck yourself against them. you’re dying for any kind of release, mind screaming for that orgasm that hajime has been neglecting to give you.

you heard it before you felt it. his warm hand connecting with your ass as he spanked you. “did i say you can fuck yourself on my fingers, whore?” you moaned and bucked your hips even more. he spanked your ass again, he knows you love it when he does this, he could feel it in the way your cunt squeezed and gushed around his fingers.

five more spanks later and your throat was already hoarse from moaning and begging him to fuck you. you know he’s torturing himself too with the way his breathing became heavier and the tell-tale sign of his pre-cum staining the front of his pants. “what’s your colour, baby?” hajime murmured, his hands massaging the marks on your ass, ever caring despite his previous actions. “green,” you whispered. he hummed in approval and opened his mouth to say something before you cut him off, oh how you’re going to pay for this later.

“p-please daddy, please fuck my pussy with your big fat cock, oh my god, please,” you begged, tears rushing down your face because it hurts. the pressure in your cunt was blinding, you needed your daddy’s cock and you needed it now. you never hated hajime’s iron restraint and slight sadism then and there, or so you told yourself.

you were still wearing your dress all this time and you wanted to yell at hajime to rip it off of you. you were about to, until you almost screamed in delight when you heard him unbuckling his pants and pulling his zipper down. you were going to flip yourself onto your back to watch his heavy cock bounce against his defined abs until he spanked your reddened ass again. “did i say you can move, whore?”

you moaned at his choice of words, yes, you are a whore for him, and you fucking love it. there’s nothing in this world you love more than being at his mercy.

you felt one hand move the zipper of your dress down while the other rubbed and soothed the handprints on your battered ass. “your ass looks even better with my marks, baby. such a good fucking girl for daddy,” hajime whispered against your back, soft lips trailing the path of your zipper.

he finally pulled the dress off of you and threw it on the floor along with his shirt. he rose to his knees as he stared at your body, hands tracing every part of you, making you moan at the soothing feeling as he massaged your back. his eyes roamed until he noticed the discarded red tie on the bed beside you and eyed it with interest. later, he smirked to himself.

he settled again as his sharp eyes focused on the glistening slick pouring out of your cunt from the way his hands were loving you. he tilted his head to the side as he brought his rough fingers to play with the wet strings between your legs.

“bet your pussy’s hurting so much right now baby, daddy’s been playing with it all night but he never let you cum, bet if i shove my fat cock up your wet cunt, you’re going to cum before i even finish the first stroke,” you moaned long and hard at the words coming out of his dirty mouth and bucked your hips again. he’s been edging himself as long as he’s been edging you. truth be told, he’s dying to slam his cock inside your cunt ever since the car ride but not yet, he’s still trying to teach you a lesson here.

both of you moaned as he slotted his dick between your ass, pre-cum wetting the junction and his slick falling to mix with yours, wetting the sheets beneath you even further.

before you could even say something, he flipped you over to your back and straddled your thighs as he loomed over you.

“here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” hajime whispered in his smoky voice, fingertips ghosting over your inner thigh, so close yet so far to where you need him. “i’m going to eat that slutty pussy,” he paused as his teeth grazed your lobe and gently bit it. this man. such a fucking tease. “and when i know you’re about to cum...i’m going to pull away,” he chuckled as he lifted his head from yours and looked you straight in the eye. you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came out of your lips.

“b-but daddy—” you whimpered. “but nothing, you little whore,” he growled. “you like to run that pretty mouth of yours, knowing just the right buttons to push to piss off your daddy. well, i have to punish you sometimes, don’t i?” he quirked a thick eyebrow, green eyes daring you to challenge him. even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, because his large hand was squeezing your face firmly, making your cheeks puff out and lips unintentionally forming into a pout. he released your face and placed both of his hands by your hips, just touching, not squeezing.

“now spread those legs, baby. show daddy his pretty pussy,” he said, and this time you followed him without question, despite the impending doom of him not giving you what you wanted, again. you spread your legs, putting them on either side of his strong thighs. you heard more than felt the squelching of your lower lips separating as you exposed your drenched cunt to the air, moaning and shivering at the oversensitivity. your mind slowly falling and falling until you could think about is him.

his eyes were trained on your soaking pussy, pink tongue wetting the bottom of his lips as he readied himself to go down on you. hajime took his time lowering himself, kissing and sucking your skin as he made red marks all over them, little moans spilling from your lips as more slick came out of your pussy, wet hole clenching around nothing.

“i wish you could see how slutty and messy your pussy looks right now, baby. so fucking wet, clenching around nothing. you really are my fucking whore, can’t wait to fucking devour this cunt, fuck,” hajime groaned as he ground his hips on the bed, cock aching and leaking.

you mewled and arched your back, gripping the sheets. every hot breath he released on your needy pussy making your head even hazier than before. hajime gripped your thighs for leverage as he licked one long and slow stripe against your slit. you don’t know if you screamed or not but finally, his mouth was on you. he chuckled at your reaction and the slight vibrations were sent to your clit, making you spasm until he took a hold of you again.

he spit on your cunt, not that he needed to, but he just wanted to watch his saliva mix with your slick before he tortures your pussy. you looked at him in wonder, a string of his spit connecting your pussy and his mouth. you couldn’t help but whine at how dirty and sexy he looks. he didn’t waste any more time so he parted your folds with two of his fingers and slowly sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and stroking around the bud. you screamed as your back bowed off the bed while his free hand pushed your stomach back down.

he moaned as he ate your pussy, the vibrations only amplifying your pleasure. the sounds coming from down there and your mouth were borderline pornographic as you pulled on his soft hair, rocking his face into your cunt as you tried to reach your sweet sweet orgasm. you moaned even louder, shame nowhere to be found as hajime inserted two thick fingers in your cunt while he licked and sucked on your puffy clit. the knot in your lower stomach threatening to burst if he continued like this any longer.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m g-gonna cum daddy! yesyesyes don’t stop, don’t fucking stop ha-haji–” you mewled loudly, choking at the end of your sentence, tears flowing down your cheeks as you were going to peak and finally cum all over his skilled fingers and talented mouth. his fingers thrusting faster in and out of your pussy and lips sucking harder on your clit. you were so close, just a few more–

“have you forgotten what i said, baby? i said i was going to pull away before you cum,” hajime mocked you, rising from you while his mouth and chin are soaking with your essence. his green eyes glowing with mischief as he licked his swollen and drenched lips. if you could black out, you would have. you can’t believe that you forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. tears were freely flowing down your cheeks now, pathetic whines and whimpers coming out of your mouth, legs shaking from the third failed orgasm of the night.

“don’t worry baby, daddy will make you cum tonight, so much that you’ll be begging for me stop because your little pussy can’t handle it anymore,” he ended his statement with him tracing your cheeks with his two soaking fingers, and putting them in his mouth, eyes shut as he moaned while sucking them. “taste so fucking divine, baby. i could fucking eat your cunt for hours,” he groaned as he rolled his neck to ease some of the tension in his body. “but that’s for another time, daddy’s got to fuck his good girl so well that she can’t walk the next day,” you shivered because hajime never ever breaks his promises. what he says will happen, will actually happen.

you studied him and noticed the trails of white on his abdomen. fuck, did he just cum? that makes one of us, you pouted. he noticed you looking at his cock, still so fucking hard even if he came, but you knew he’d only be satisfied once he’s inside of you, pounding your pussy until all your juices are running down his thighs.

“you want this cock, baby?” he asked as his large hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb smearing the pre-cum on his head as he taunted you with it. “i’ll give you this cock, but on one condition,” he leaned over to your ear, one arm supporting his weight. “i’m going to blindfold you,” he whispered. you felt your sweaty body stiffen, now that was a punishment.

every time you and hajime had sex, you always had a perfect view of him fucking you. hell, you only like being fucked from behind if there’s a mirror in front of you. he was god-like every time he was balls deep inside of you, and you absolutely love watching him own your pussy. for him to say that? you bit your lip in apprehension.

hajime smirked, he knew damn well how much you loved watching him wreck your pussy every time, but a punishment’s a punishment, and he never goes back on his word. “do we have a deal or not, bunny? you know i can leave you like this right? panting and aching from being on the edge, never allowing you to cum. but me? i can stroke my cock to this vision then blow my load on your stomach, and sleep comfortably beside you after. do you want—”

“n-no daddy! i’ll let you blindfold me, just please please put your cock inside of me. fuck my pussy, please!” you cried out in frustration, you’d do anything at this point just to have his fat cock inside of you.

hajime’s eyes flashed as he smiled devilishly, hand reaching for the red tie. “i want you on your hands and knees, slut,” he growled as he slapped your mound. you whimpered as you got into position, limbs shaking from all the stimulation.

he rose to his knees as he elegantly tied the blindfold around your eyes, slipping a finger in between to make sure it was firm enough to stay on but loose enough for you to feel comfortable. “that’s a good girl,” he purred as he rubbed your ass, satisfied with your prone position.

the moment he settled back on his heels was the moment you felt every sensation around you increase by tenfold, that’s what blocking a sense does to you. you inhaled deeply and took in the musky scent of you and hajime’s fluids in the air of the stuffy room.

“you’re so beautiful like this, baby,” hajime said in a whisper, hands worshipping your body as you moaned at the praise. he rested his warm hands on your hips, keeping a firm grip, preventing you from moving. you opened your mouth to beg him to put his cock in you until you felt his heavy weight and warmth hovering in front of your gaping hole.

he guided his cock to your cunt, smearing the slick of your pussy all over the tip before he slowly pushed it inside of you. you bunched the sheets in your hands as the both of you moaned from the pleasure of finally being connected. your body trembled even more as he was pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

before you even had the chance to think, he slammed his cock inside your throbbing pussy all the way to his base. “fuck, daddy!” you cried at the sudden force, your limbs and body shaking as you felt your cunt clench all around him, wetness trickling out of you as you moaned his name long and hard.

“fuck baby, you’re such a cockslut, you came before i even got to move. fuck, that’s so hot,” hajime groaned as he squeezed your hips, your pussy sucking in him even more as you tried to even your breathing from your first orgasm of the night, your blindfold only serving to enhance your long awaited release.

“we’re nowhere near done baby, daddy’s going to fuck this slutty pussy until dawn,” he growled as he braced himself, slipping out of your pussy until only his tip remained inside. he slammed himself inside your cunt once more, slick gushing out and forming a translucent ring around his cock.

he threw his head back and groaned as he finally fell into rhythm, hips snapping against your ass as the sounds of skin meeting skin filled the air. “yes daddy, just like that, yes oh my god,” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, not that you even wanted to because he was filling your pussy so well.

he was setting a pace so brutal that your trembling arms gave out from under you, moaning with reckless abandon as your face was smothered by the pillow. you turned your head to the side so you could breathe and moan for him.

he took one hand from your hip, never pausing or slowing down from his thrusts as he gathered both of your wrists in one hand, large enough that his fingers enveloped both of them. it was a stretch on your shoulders, but it was worth it because the new position made you arch your back more, nipples rubbing the sheets, adding more stimulation to your body. you love this new position because his cock is reaching more spots inside of you as he thrusted in and out.

“shit, you should see yourself baby, so drunk on my cock,” he groaned loudly, relishing in the way your cunt squeezed and throbbed all around him. “so fucking tight, so fucking wet. fuck,” both of you moaned as he hit that spot. his thrusts growing faster and harder as he was chasing his orgasm.

he let go of your wrists as he placed both of his hands on your hips, grip so tight that you’ll see bruises tomorrow morning. he was pounding your pussy now, cock hitting your cervix as you cried out for him, using your hips as leverage to fuck your shaking body back to his pulsing cock.

he choked out a groan as he reached forward and pulled your hair from the roots. he tilted your head back until you could feel the strain and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, baby. you’re such a good girl for daddy. won’t you cum for me?” he said seductively, breath panting as he thrusted faster, harder.

you moaned out a yes, knowing what you needed, hajime released your hair as his hand snaked around your stomach, reaching down to play with your clit as you were nearing your end.

“i’m gonna cum daddy, i’m gonna–yesyesyes right there, play with my clit–fuck!” you screamed as he pinched your clit with two fingers. your vision under the blindfold turned white as you gushed around his cock, moaning incoherently. hajime rode out your orgasm as his thrusts became sloppy and moans became more high pitched. he loudly orgasmed with your name and curses falling from his lips as he spilled his warm cum all over your insides. you moaned at the warmth of his cum filling your battered pussy. he untied the blindfold and threw it on the floor, his fingers gently rubbing your eyes to adjust to the low light of the room after being in the dark for some time.

both of you were heavily panting from your intense fucking when he slowly pulled out of you, cum gushing from your pussy down your thighs. “that’s a good cumslut, look at all that cum spilling from that slutty pussy,” he said in wonder, finger trailing the falling cum and inserting it back to your twitching cunt. you moaned at his words and actions, pussy still so fucking sensitive from everything that happened tonight.

“colour?” he asked, finger still swirling the cum inside your pussy, “green,” you sighed, even if you felt quite exhausted. “good. now get on your back and spread those legs wide. show daddy your filthy fucking cunt,” he ordered as he moved back on the bed to give you space to flip yourself.

your eyes widened at his demand, mouth falling open in shock as you watched his cock harden again and twitch against his sweaty abdomen. fuck this man and his endless stamina, you thought to yourself. he raised an eyebrow, “what? didn’t i say that i was going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?  until your naughty and greedy cunt can’t take it anymore?” he mocked you as he grabbed your hips and easily flipped you on your back, sensing that you weren’t going to follow him immediately. you moaned at his promise, anticipating your soon-to-be third orgasm of the night. at least you get to see him in his element now with your own two eyes, the punishment is over.

when you were positioned right where he wanted you to be, he spread your sore legs wide and rested his wet and twitching cock between your folds. “daddy loves your pussy so much, you know? always so ready, so needy, so good for his big fat cock,” he said as he rubbed his cock between your slit, groaning at the sensation. he gripped his cock and slapped your clit a few times with his cockhead before he slipped inside with ease, cum from the previous fucking overflowing from your pussy, sliding down your ass.

hajime squeezed your tender hips as he rode your pussy, thrusts increasing in speed the louder your moans got. you held his forearms, squeezing them as your tits bounced up and down on your chest. he moved his hands to your thighs, squeezing and slapping them as he moaned from the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock. he held both of your legs and moved them over his shoulders, cock going even deeper inside your pussy. you could hear the headboard hitting the wall and mattress squeaking as his thrusts increased in speed and strength.

“fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good! your cock’s stretching out my pussy so well, oh my god my pussy is made for you, only for you,” your voice shook as you praised hajime, nails leaving red lines down his back as he moaned from your needy words, practically folding you in half as he kissed you sloppily, tongues and teeth clashing. he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting the both of you, he slowly licked it off with his tongue and spit it back inside your mouth, “swallow,” he ordered, his thrusts slightly wavering as you followed with a moan of your own and extra squeeze of your slutty cunt.

his breathing became more erratic, heavier as he brings one hand from your shaking leg on his shoulders to put it around your throat as he thrusts harder and faster, cunt squeezing his cock, making him lightheaded, “you like that, baby? fuck, you really are daddy’s little slut. perfect pussy milking my cock for all its worth,” he groaned, his hand applying slight pressure at the sides of your neck.

you were nearing your orgasm, legs twitching and your moans becoming louder and higher. hajime’s groans and grunts were getting louder and louder as his eyes were trained on where the two of you were connected, his cock going in and out of your slutty pussy. he removed his hand from your throat and leg, clasping your hands, fingers intertwined with yours.

your legs fell from his shoulders and you planted your feet on the bed as you met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of your skin meeting his like a clap of thunder. your eyes were open but you couldn’t see anything, mouth open wide as your tongue lolled out, moaning unintelligible words as his cock hit your g-spot over and over.

hajime moved your intertwined hands between the both of you, tangled fingers playing with your clit, tears streaming down your face as your battered and overstimulated clit was about to reach yet another orgasm.

“da-daddy t-too m-much, oh my god,” you cried in both pleasure and pain. “you can do it baby, one more, give daddy one more orgasm, yes baby, just like that, cum for me, cum for daddy–FUCK!” hajime moaned in your ear, hips slamming into you so hard that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix.

he stiffened as he spilled all his load inside your pussy, hips slowing down as the both of you rode out your orgasms together. he swallowed your moans with his mouth, lips and tongue languidly sliding over yours as your chests rose up and down from the intense orgasm that you just experienced.

he slowly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, used to being so full of his cock. he stared at your gaping hole with fascination, creamy cum pouring from your pussy and falling down to the crevice of your ass. his fingers gathered the excess cum and tried his best to put it all back in your spent pussy. “can’t let it go to waste,” he said with a mischievous smile as you moaned from the stimulation.

after hajime was done “not letting it go to waste”, he stood up and you watched his muscular and sexy backside disappear to the bathroom. he came out a few moments later, warm towel in one hand as he wiped your inner thighs carefully so as to not spill the sticky mess of your cum and his between your legs. he was murmuring praises and reassurances in your ear, kissing your temple and hair.

he kissed you softly and sweetly as you laid naked in his strong arms, dirty sheets piled on the floor. “i love you baby, thank you for tonight,” he said with his eyes closed, lips stretched into that beautiful smile you loved. “i love you too hajime,” you replied, slowly drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

as he promised, you weren’t able to walk the next day.

[10:53 PM]