#but luckily im not late as i was with the previous prompt

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 270

Adjective: Brilliant

Noun: Beacon

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Brilliant: (of light or color) very bright and radiant; exceptionally clever or talented; outstanding, or impressive; (informal) (British) very good, excellent, or marvelous

Beacon: a fire or light set up in a high or prominent position as a warning, signal, or celebration; (British) (often in place names) a hill suitable for beacon of fire or light; a light or other visible object serving as a signal, warning, or guide at sea, on an airfield, etc; a radio transmitter whose signal helps to fix the position of a ship, aircraft, or spacecraft

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Cap-IM Rec Week - Cap-IM Sunday

It's day 7 (the final day) of @cap-ironman's rec week event! Today's recommendations feature stories created for previous Cap-Iron Man events. Thanks so much to them for organizing this event, and all the other events that inspired the following fics!

I Look and in the Mirror the World Shatters by @navaan, art by Caz and KakushiMiko (616, Mature, 25,807 words)

Created for: 2022 Captain America/Iron Man Big Bang

Summary: After Pleasant Hill, Civil War II and right in the middle of Secret Empire, Steve Rogers (the real one) comes back and realizes a copy of himself is now leading HYDRA and has taken over the world. With Tony dead and only an AI copy of him existing and nobody trusting the face of Steve Rogers, he decides to make things right and help the heroes trapped inside and outside the planetary field. One way to do it: Infiltrating HYDRA by playing the role of the other him. What he finds is more than he bargained for.

Tabula Rasa by @sineala, art by @veryvincible (Captain America Corps, Explicit, 37,819 words)

Created for: Captain America/Iron Man Reverse Bang 2022

Summary: Sometimes superheroes save the world. And sometimes they're too late. Captain America's longtime villain Superia had a plan for revenge. She stopped the Avengers from ever finding Steve in the ice, tore the Avengers apart, and turned the world into her own personal authoritarian dystopia. A team made up of Captains America from across the multiverse came to set things right: they united all the remaining superheroes, took down Superia, and made sure the world would find Steve again. Tony spent Superia's hellish reign as her prisoner, a suicidally-depressed disembodied brain trapped in a jar for years on end, begging the Avengers to kill him and put him out of his misery. The Captain America Corps instead gives him his freedom, a brand-new body, and even the Avengers -- including his very own Captain America. But Tony's not entirely sure he wants to be here. He's walking wounded, and he thinks some wounds are too deep to heal. He thinks there's no chance the Avengers will ever be what they could have been. He thinks there's no way Steve will ever be the friend and partner he could have been on so many other worlds. Luckily for Tony, Steve happens to disagree with that.

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A Little Confused But He Got the Spirit by jellybeanforest (@jellybeanforest-a-go-go) (MCU, Mature, 3,298 words)

Created for: 2021 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange

Summary: On their third date, Steve decides to come clean about his lycanthropy. Tony is surprisingly understanding, almost too much so. Based on a prompt by DepressingGreenie.

on the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by Welcoming_Disaster (@welcomingdisaster) (616, General Audiences, 8,191 words)

Created for: 2020 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange

Summary: “She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed. “We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.” “Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full. “Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.” “Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.” “And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip. “Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.” ----------- The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

An Error in the System by orphan_account, art by Jellybeanforest (@jellybeanforest-a-go-go) (MCU, Mature, 45,224 words)

Created for: 2020 Captain America/Iron Man Big Bang

Summary: When the Avengers faced Ultron, they believed that Vision completed his task to lock Ultron out of the internet. After Sokovia, no one thinks that Ultron survived. Everyone is wrong. Ultron’s code persists, hidden in the deepest trenches of the internet. Soon, it rises to cause chaos around the world and the only way to stop a catastrophe is to meet Ultron face to face. But Ultron is computer code – elusive, persistent, and viral. The only way to confront him is to meet the AI on equal footing within the bowels of the internet itself. Steve and Tony enter the virtual world of Ultron’s mind, passing through the rims to get to the center Hub of the AI’s existence. Along the way they face challenges and nightmares, hardships and truths. Truths that hurt and haunt them. Now they have to deal with a genocidal killer AI, and a truth that could destroy them. Steve blames himself for everything that went wrong with his relationship with Tony, but that doesn't mean he isn't still hoping and pining for someone who will never love him in return.

The Fabric of Reality by Neverever (@captainneverever), art by Jayjayverse (616, Mature, 26,210 words)

Created for: 2019 Captain America/Iron Man Big Bang

Summary: Tony loves being Iron Man and the Avengers. But anyone can see that the Avengers are struggling as a team. While he helps Jan solve their problems, Tony meets freelance Artist Steve Rogers. Tony believes that everything is going to turn out great -- the Avengers will pull together, Tony has a gorgeous boyfriend, and the supervillains will be defeated. What more could the modern superhero and CEO want out of life? Except that Tony has a few secrets that threaten to undermine his happiness. For one thing, Tony remembers that Captain America was an Avenger when everyone else thinks he died at the end of World War II. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

The Don'ts Of Dating (And How They Can Win You A Man) by Mozzarella (@muchymozzarella), art by @acachette (Marvel, General Audiences, 5,162 words)

Created for: 2019 Cap-IM Reverse Bang

Summary: In which Steve Rogers fills in the Don't column of "Cosmo's Dos and Dont's of Dating" and somehow makes it work, while Tony Stark marvels at the fact that he's picking this weird (yet unbearably sweet) artist from Brooklyn over Captain Goddamn America. AU where Tony is known as Iron Man but Cap's identity is secret even to the other Avengers.

The Moon and the Sea by @dirigibleplumbing, art by Bella (MCU, Explicit, 81,058 words)

Created for: 2018 Captain America/Iron Man Big Bang

Summary: Steve has lived his whole life in the coastal California town of Nublado. He’s spent the last few years trying to move on from a traumatic event in his past, and he finds new joy when he befriends—and quickly falls for—reclusive local billionaire Tony Stark. Then Tony abruptly breaks things off and won’t reply when Steve reaches out. Steve’s friends Clint and Nat have his back, at least. But… is someone following him everywhere? What’s with the human teeth Steve and his friends found while they were out fishing? How did the Scarlet Witch know so much about him? And why are there so many crows around?

Tony Stark and the Subterranean Escapade by @veldeia (Iron Man Noir, Teen And Up Audiences, 20,279 words)

Created for: Captain America/Iron Man Bingo 2016

Summary: Soon after the end of the War, a French cave explorer contacts Tony for help concerning a mysterious artifact found deep underground. It's time for a new era of adventures for the hero of Marvels, together with his friends, including a certain war-time acquaintance named Steve Rogers, with whom he has grown quite close. Bingo fill for the prompt "Infinity Gems (Make Life Difficult)”

Dreams of War, Dreams of Liars by @teaberryblue (MCU, Teen And Up Audiences, 34,438 words)

Created for: 2014 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange

Summary: When Steve succumbs to a malevolent attack that puts him permanently to sleep, the only way to wake him up is to unearth a technology that hasn't been used in twenty years. Welcome back to Dreamvision, Tony Stark. This is an MCU canon-compliant story that incorporates the science of Inception, rather than a straight-up AU or crossover.

Phantom by Del_Rion, art by Gabbi (MCU, Mature, 28,426 words)

Created for: Cap/Iron Man Reverse Bang 2013

Summary: After Steve gets mysteriously possessed by dark magic, the Avengers must contain the situation and save their leader without losing their own lives in the process. Steve keeps escaping, however – and unerringly migrates towards Tony every time. Written for: Cap/Iron Man Reverse Bang 2013. Story based on & inspired by the beautiful art by the talented Gabbi!

If Through a Door by jibrailis, art by tripperfunster (MCU, Explicit, 44,036 words)

Created for: Cap/Iron Man Big Bang 2012

Summary: Tony is accused of murder on an alien planet; Steve marries him to bring him home.

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Who survives? ○△□

=> Haikyuu edition

fandoms; haikyuu x squid game

warnings; violence, blood, mentions of puke, swearing, borderline panic attacks, death, PTSD, trauma

includes; many many many

a/n; aaaah tysm to those who liked/commented and/or reblogged part one! i really enjoyed reading your reactions and its so fun writing this series so im glad many of you like it! on that note, if you liked this part too, don't hesitate to do the same, i put a lotta work into these and it really means a lot!

<= previous, red light, green light

=> next, the purge

For the sake of this AU I'm pretending that the characters know nobody except those within their respective volleyball team.

DAY 2 : HONEYCOMB

Karasuno;

Player 001 (Daichi), eliminated.

His shape of choice; □

His voice is no longer as stern as it used to be, the weight of having lost not one, but three of his friends making him only half the man he used to be. He's a failure. A pathetic excuse for a leader with gaps in his abilities that he couldn't possibly hope to atone for. Especially in a game like this where all he can do is cheer them on uselessly, his voice shaking like the needle pinched tightly between his fingers. He's sweating profusely at the prospect of not only losing, but letting his teammates down twice in a row, but he's trying his darnest. Halfway into the game and he seems to be doing fine, his shape just a few more strokes from being carved out. He's elated to put it simply, glancing at his friends work to make sure they're doing fine.

Then it happens— a crack, and Daichi's heart drops to his stomach.

Player 002 (Suga), passed.

His shape of choice; □

Took the same path as Daichi, refusing to leave his side. They're both deeply scarred from the first game and sticking together is there only hope of staying sane. They're just thankful that they at least have each other. What Suga isn't thankful for, is the game that gives them zero opportunities to work together. It's an entirely solo game and it pains Suga that all he can do is hope the others make it through.

It's halfway down the clock when Suga decides to check on his friends, surprised when his underclassmen are already handing in their work. First it's the freak duo, then the girls, then Tsukishima and Yamaguchi until him and Daichi are the only one's on their former team left.

Luckily, Suga is almost done himself.

"You doing alright there, Cap?" He says lightheartedly, hoping the mention of his former title would lighten the mood. He glances at Daichi who offers a tiny smile in return.

"I'm already finished. Just waiting for you."

"Oh, really? You beat me to it?" Suga feigns a pout. Then, with a few more careful strokes, he eases the square-shaped snack from its mold. "Aha! I got it!" He beams, holding the honeycomb up to the light.

"Congrats," Daichi says. But he doesn't remove his hands from his tin. This doesn't go unnoticed by his friend.

"Well? Lemme see yours!" Suga prompts, but the moment Daichi lifts his hands from his honeycomb, Suga vehemently wishes he'd never asked.

"It's broken," he says plainly, eyes fixed on the cracked honeycomb. His heart is beating erratically in his ribcage and his head unwillingly begins to shake in a 'no' gesture at the realisation of what comes next. "Y-You can't show it to them. You can't or they'll—"

But it's already too late. Without a moment's haste, one of the henchmen walks up to Daichi at an eerily casual pace, his gun poised at his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Suga," he says, and for the first time, his facade is no longer upheld. In its place lies Daichi in his rawest form, all his supressed emotions spilling shamelessly down his cheeks in the form of relentless tears. At the sight, Sugawara can't help but do the same. "Please, help the others. You can all make it out alive, I trust you."

Daichi offers one last smile before the henchman pulls the trigger.

Suga doubles over, unable to stop from screaming.

Player 003 (Asahi).

Player 007 (Kiyoko), passed.

Her shape of choice; ⭐

Her heart is broken in regards to her friends untimely deaths. Not only was their passing— no, murder undisputably barbabic, but more importantly it just wasn't fair. Because what had the gentle giant, Asahi done to deserve this? Or the ever chipper Nishinoya? Or the sweet and lovely Tanaka... The memories of her friends ail her, but it gives her all the more reason to protect those who are still around. This is what she shall focus on, and this is what will motivate her to do her best and not give up. She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand and puts on her brave face, for what more could she possibly do to inspire her teammates?

Player 004 (Nishinoya).

Player 005 (Tanaka).

Player 006 (Yachi), passed.

Her shape of choice; ⭐

Immediately bursts into tears the second the rules were announced. This is it, she thought. This is where she dies; miserably while trying to carve out a star-shaped piece of toffee. Of course, Kiyoko notices her panicking in a heartbeat and offers her kind words of reassurance, saying so long as she proceeds carefully, then there's no reason for her to fail. Yachi tries her best to listen but her anxiety is still sky high. She starts off extremely slowly but eventually falls into a rhythm, her confidence slowly but surely coming back while Kiyoko makes light conversation with her in hopes of taking her mind off things. She reminds Yachi that it's just like holding a pencil and drifting it across a sheet of paper, and just like in design, she executes her work beautifully.

Player 011 (Tsukishima), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

It's crazy, really. Insane even. But despite the circumstances he's in, Tsukishima doesn't feel an ounce of fear. Is he completely out of his mind? Maybe. But to him, why bother fussing over matters that are totally out of his control? It's not like you need any particular skill to complete this game— sure, you'll need a steady hand or whatever, but whether or not the honeycomb breaks is totally out of your control. So, why worry? If you succeed, you succeed, if you don't, you don't. Is it how it is, or rather, it's just how the cookie crumbles, as they say.

How ironic.

Player 012 (Yamaguchi), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

It's pretty on brand for Yamaguchi, but he and Tsukishima are joint at the hip. Wherever Tsukki goes, Yamaguchi has decided to follow, and vice versa. However, he does start to regret his decision when he's presented with a star-shaped honeycomb and is ordered to carve it out, 'less you rather take a bullet to the head. He's as pale as a sheet and shaking like a leaf. He feels like he wants to vomit but contains the urge when his friend places his hand on his shoulder, telling him to stay calm. Easier said than done, Yamaguchi thinks. But rather than giving him a pep talk about not giving up, Tsukishima decides to simply demonstrate instead. Yamaguchi is in awe at how calm Tsukishima is able to stay and watches with utmost attention as the blonde begins scratching away at the sides of their self-assigned shape. Finally, after watching his friend work for a few more seconds, Yamaguchi decides to try it for himself and takes a couple deep breaths. Then, he's off to work.

Player 009 (Kageyama), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Chose the circle because it reminded him of a volleyball and was relieved once the rules were announced. Kageyama's good with his hands ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he's able to measure the strength he puts into them very well, so he breezes through this game without even breaking a sweat. When he reveals his perfectly carved shape to the henchmen, he flashes Hinata a challenging smirk, only to huff when the former middle blocker sends one right back.

Player 010 (Hinata), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Chose the circle for the same reasons as Kageyama. He's nowhere near as dextrous as him but is really careful about his technique, dragging the needle in small, precise strokes until the the honeycomb's carved out into a nice and clean shape. He finishes it a few seconds after Kageyama and beams at him when the henchmen approve his work.

Aoba Johsai;

Player 008 (Oikawa), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

He's grieving beyond compare. Once the team had made it back to the lobby after the first game, Oikawa's first reflexe was to do a headcount, concerned when three people appeared to be missing. He turned to Iwaizumi, asking where Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Kindaichi were, but one look at his former vice captain's desolate face and Oikawa had his answer. His first reaction was denial, urging Iwaizumi to stop fooling around and tell him where they were, and this went on until Iwaizumi had to physically stop him before he would completely break down.

Ever since then, Oikawa's been eerily silent, merely responding in nods and hums. On the inside however, is a different story. He's a blazing inferno, an insatiable desire of revenge brewing stronger by the hour. He'll make sure to win this game, not for the money, not for him, but for those precious to him lost along the way, and make those who took them away from him, pay.

Player 013 (Iwaizumi), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

Feels the hairs rise on his body anytime his eyes land on Oikawa. He's never seen him so depressed, so quiet, so... Empty. It's like Oikawa isn't even there, as though he's nothing but a blank copy of himself. It drives Iwaizumi mad. He'd do anything to hear that whiny, high-pitched voice of his again, see that conniving grin on his face again, or the child-like wonder of his now dull and hollow-looking irises. Losing Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Kindaichi is one thing, and a fucking cruel one at that. But Iwaizumi doesn't know if he can afford losing his best friend, too.

To distract himself, he regularly goes to check up on his juniors, namely Kunimi, fearing the loss of his best friend would have put him in the same state of mind as Oikawa. Thank goodness he seems to be doing better than him, though knowing Kunimi it may simply be a front he's decided to put up to avoid appearing vulnerable. Iwaizumi can understand that mind set too, and commends him for it. However, Iwa still regularly asks him if he's okay, if he needs anything, someone to talk to. But whether that's for Kunimi's sake, or for Iwa's own comfort and distraction, even he doesn't know.

Player 014 (Matsukawa).

Player 015 (Hanakami).

Player 016 (Kunimi), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

Decides to stick close to his upperclassmen for this game since the enigmatic doors give him little to go off of. It's definitely a strange turn of events, having no captain to direct them in the right direction. Luckily, his vice captain seems to be holding the reigns, keeping everyone together, and although Kunimi doesn't say it aloud, he's thankful for his upperclassman's support.

He does hope his captain will return to them soon however— he doesn't know how long he can listen to the latter's sobs come night-time, or think about the loss of his friend before he eventually gives in himself.

Player 017 (Kindaichi).

Player 018 (Watari), eliminated.

His shape of choice; ⭐

Safe to say that the first round had shaken him up the most. He's still constantly thinking about the people he's lost, or how it's just a matter of time until his untimely death comes as well. And in his mind, it's pretty much set in stone the moment he finds out what this game ensues. He laughs a pitiful laugh at the realisation of the mistake he's just made, eyes glued on the star between his hands. It's like the thing's mocking him, and when he's the only one from his team left on the playground and a piece of his wafer breaks, he barely even has time to react— the bullet's already pierced his brain.

Player 019 (Kyoutani), passed.

His shape of choice; □

One would think the loss of his friends, added to his natural hot-blooded persona, that Kyoutani would fly into a fit of rage, become inpatient and flunk the second game. However, it's quite the opposite; if anything the loss of his teammates was a major eye-opener, a reminder that impulsiveness will cause nothing but his own demise. Not that the fire inside him still isn't burning. No— it's as ardent as ever, but it's tame, controlled and fuels him to move forward, pulling him through to the next round.

Player 020 (Yahaba), passed.

His shape of choice; □

He's gritting his teeth the entire game, repeating a mantra of "don't mess up, don't mess up, don't mess up" in his head, sometimes muttering it out loud. He can't afford to lose, Iwaizumi's always preached about how the the strongest team of players win, yet they've already lost three people— they can't lose anymore if they want to beat the other players and all make it out alive. How? Yahaba doesn't know for a batte royale hardly ever accepts more than one winner, but it's worth a shot. All he needs to do first, is make it past this second round.

Nekoma;

Player 021 (Kuroo), passed.

His shape of choice; □

Thinks it's best that his friends be divided into groups but seeing as they're an uneven number, Kuroo volunteers to go alone and they make a terrible group decision of leaving the triangle out. To put it simply, the amount of grief he feels once the rules were announced is unmeasurable. He apologises to Kai and Inuoka over and over again, his voice sullen and a hair away from breaking. Kai assures him that it's gonna be alright and that he and Inuoka will just take it easy so that they both make it through to the next game. Kuroo has the misfortune of believing them and once he exits the arena, he can't help the nagging voice in the back of his mind, telling him he's made a grave mistake.

Player 022 (Kai), eliminated.

His shape of choice; ☂️

Can only offer a tight-lipped smile as his friend apologises profusely. He wants to forgive him, he really does— and he knows it's not his fault, but now he wishes he'd never listened to him to begin with. He sits with Inuoka as both of them begin precariously carving out their shape but deep down Kai already knows he's lost. He sees his friends exit the playground one by one until only Inuoka and him remain and the pressures on now that only a few minutes remain on the clock. He tells himself to calm down so that he can see this through, but he can fool himself into being as optimistic as he can, it's still just not enough. No amount of hope and determination will get him out of this one, and the broken umbrella handle that stares back at him only serves as a painful reminder.

A guard walks up to him, Kai braces himself.

He did the best he could.

Player 023 (Kenma), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

Kenma has extremely steady hands, if not the steadiest hands on his team so he doesn't feel all that stressed about this round. At least not for himself, because although he's confident that he'll ace the game, he has serious doubts about Kai and Inuoka. Anytime he'd glance at them he swore he could feel his chest ache. He sees just how panicked they are, can sense the fear coming off them as they hastily try and carve their shape out. He finishes his work quicker than most— he just wish he could say the same about his two friends.

Player 024 (Yaku), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Looks up to the sky as though thanking the heavens for being blessed with a relatively simple shape. Then he looks over at Kai and Inuoka and suddenly he feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He doesn't know what to do, or what to say to comfort them. After all, it's hard to do so with the constant presence of death looming over their heads. He squeezes his friends shoulders in a small attempt of reassurance before making his way over to Lev. He wishes there were some way he could help them but alas, he knows those thoughts are futile. He holds back the urge to cry.

Player 025 (Yamamoto), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

When he's paired up with Kenma he feels a shameful amount of relief at the prospect of having the team's mastermind on his side. Only, he doesn't seem to be much help here. It's a one-man-only game so all he can do is depend on himself. He looks at the shape like he's challenging it personally, unafraid and determined to ace this round. When he does, he can't help but feel surprised, surprised that he even managed to carve out the treacherous shape and heaves a sigh of relief, beaming as he exits the room.

Player 026 (Lev), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Is honestly thankful that he got paired with Yaku, because as much as he used to scare him, in these conditions he finds his strong will and perseverance extremely comforting. They sit together and although they don't speak, save for the occasional moments in which Yaku would ask if Lev was doing okay, the silence around them is comforting. Lev would flinch any time a gunshot went off, but Yaku was quick to distract him, telling Lev to focus on the task at hand, rather than fretting over the unlucky souls who wouldn't make it through to the next round. "You're not gonna be one of them," Yaku kept saying. And every time Lev would reply "you won't be either."

Player 027 (Inuoka), eliminated.

His shape of choice; ☂️

He forgives his captain for the unfortunate decision. After all, it's not as if Kuroo had specifically appointed him the umbrella. He smiles and tells him that he's gonna be okay, that it's no biggie— but it really is. In fact, he's lying through his teeth. Not only is it bad, it's a death sentence.

He's down to a one minute countdown when yet another bullet rings about the arena, reminding him that if he doesn't hurry up, he could be next. What he doesn't expect is to see his upperclassman falling limply to the floor, blood gushing from his head. Inuoka panics, a scream caught in his throat but unable to escape his lungs as he watches the life disappear from his friends eyes.

He doesn't even register that he'd knocked over his own honeycomb until one of the henchmen points his gun at him. This time, Inuoka does scream, before his body falls beside his teammates.

Fukurodani;

Player 028 (Bokuto), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

He can't even process the emotion he's feeling when the voice on the intercom announces the rules. He should be relieved that his shape is relatively simple, yet as he stares down at the circle moulded into his honeycomb, all he feels is emptiness. Perhaps if Akaashi were here, then he'd be able to smile and brag about how his instincts are on point for choosing the right shape. But as for right now, he doesn't even know if he feels like carving it out at all.

"I swear I didn't do anything! This man just took it from me and now he won't give it back! That's cheating!"

Bokuto looks up when the sound of yelling and footsteps approach him, only for his eyes to widen at the pink men flexing their guns at him. Had he done something wrong?

"Player 028, hand player 044 his Dalgona or you will be eliminated."

Reality comes and slaps him in the face at the realisation that someone must have framed him. He weakly shakes his head, but just as he opens his mouth to plead his case, a gun is firmly placed against his forehead, cold and threatening.

He gives the man his honeycomb. The man gives him his.

Bokuto's heart stops.

Player 029 (Akaashi).

Player 030 (Konoha).

Shiratorizawa;

Player 031 (Ushijima), eliminated.

His shape of choice; ○

He stares blankly at the sugary wafer, the nerves welling up inside him. On top of being left-handed, Ushijima's never had very steady hands. He takes in a deep breath as he starts to slowly carve around the shape, channelling every nerve in his body so that his hands don't shake. He doesn't even realize how fast time's flying by until he sees Tendou walk out the door, followed by Goshiki, then Shirabu, then Semi and suddenly he wishes he was them.

In his own haste to join them, Ushijima barely registers how hard he's pressing into the wafer, and only does he realize when;

Crack.

He looks down at the honeycomb and his eyes widen with horror. A tiny piece of the wafer has crumpled apart, and so does Ushijima's spirit.

His lips press into a thin line when his vision is obscured by a shadow. He dare'nt look up, knowing fully well that death looms over him, his overwhelming presence causing tears to form in Ushijima's eyes.

This is it, he thinks. Game over.

Player 032 (Tendou), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

Chose the shape souly by intuition. And he lets out an unabashed shriek of delight when the lady on the intercom announces the rules. He's grinning the entire way through the game, scratching his way to victory, throwing two peace signs up as he walks out the door.

Player 033 (Goshiki), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Chose whatever shape Ushijima chose. He just wanted to feel a little safer, knowing his most admired upperclassman was with him. What he didn't expect, however, was to be finish before him. He debates not showing the henchmen his carved-out shape just so he can wait for his senpai, but when they march over to him, demanding to see his honeycomb, he's forced to leave the playground. And so he does, albeit with a heavy heart, telling himself that, no matter what, his idol will pull through.

Player 034 (Shirabu), passed.

His shape of choice; □

Wasn't honestly all that fazed by this game. He found it significantly easier than the first, seeing as you didn't need to rely on your physical abilities, nor did you have to worry about spacial awareness. For this game it was just you, a needle and a cookie. Not to mention a shape that wasn't all that hard to carve out. He sends the henchmen a condescending sneer as he presents them his shape, scoffing as he pushes past them.

You haven't seen the last of me yet, he thinks. Better luck next time.

Player 035 (Semi), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Chose the opposite shape from Shirabu's but cringes once the rules have been announced. His is way easier to deal with, he notes.

Shaking his head, he decides not to get too caught up with the details. He's got a task at hand and there's no use in moping about it now. Running his tongue across his lips, Semi sets a careful but sufficiently fast pace, finishing barely a few seconds after Shirabu.

Inarizaki;

Player 036 (Kita), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

He made it through before the rest of his team, meticulous hands working swiftly and efficiently, but as he walks towards the exit he feels a spike of anxiety rise in his chest. He's not quite sure what may be the cause but he asks the henchmen if he can wait until the rest of his friends have finished. When he gets no reply, he frowns and looks over his shoulder. He can see the pain and worry in Aran eyes, the sheer concentration in the twins and the determination in Suna's but all he can think about is the nagging feeling in his chest, one that's insisting that he stay behind.

Silently, he wishes them good luck.

As he's escorted into the lobby, he sits down on the bed. Now, all he can do is pray.

Player 037 (Aran), eliminated.

His shape of choice; ☂️

He inhales sharply when Kita walks out the door, a strong sense of loneliness making him shake more than before. Pull yourself together, Aran, he tells himself. But how could he possibly do so? How could he possibly remain calm when he had the misfortune of picking out the trickiest shape in the game?

He's midway through carving out the thin curve of the umbrella when it snaps and it's like his whole world just crumbles. He shakes his head, disbelief and fear blurring his vision. He looks up at the henchman, pleading pathetically, grovelling at his feet but it all goes unnoticed. Aran gets shot, an apology dying weakly on his tongue.

Player 038 (Atsumu) & Player 039 (Osamu), passed.

Their shape of choice; ⭐

Osamu told Atsumu to look away the second the man in pink cocked his gun at their former teammate.

The sound echoes eerily through the playground and Atsumu's state of mind deteriorates the longer they press on.

"T-They s-shot Aran... They shot him... Aran, they," the words die on his tongue as Atsumu struggles to form a coherent sentence. It's clear he's freaking out, so Osamu grabs his brothers wrists before any damage can be made, holding them in place, away from the honeycomb.

"Put yer tin down if yer gonna freak out. You'll break it." Lowering his hands, Osamu holds them firmly, a way of grounding his brother who looks two hairs away from a heart attack.

"But 'Samu they—"

"Look at the clock." Tearing his gaze from Aran's dead body, Atsumu does as his brother says, noticing the timer that reveals only a 2 minute countdown. "We don't have long left so ya need to focus. Ya promise me you'll focus?"

Atsumu takes in a sharp breath as he holds Osamu's unwavering gaze, sensing the care, but also the deep desperation painted on his features.

He nods feebly, and Osamu can stop pretending that he too isn't shaking as he lets go of his twin's hands.

"Good. Last one to finish is a rotten onigiri."

Player 040 (Suna), passed.

His shape of choice; □

He doesn't say it out loud, but he's eternally thankful for the twins company. It's a reminder of sorts that he's not alone in this mess, like charms that somehow keep him in touch with home. Their usual banter is what helps him remain level-headed, even though the sight of his friends corpse makes him want to puke.

He tries to keep his eyes trained on the task at hand, deft hands pulling him successfully through to the next round.

Date Tech;

Player 041 (Aone), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

When Aone plays this game, he's in full concentration mode. The instant he settles down to start carving out the shape, it's like he's in his own personal bubble and all of a sudden he can't see anyone else, he can't hear anyone else— it's just him and the sugary wafer. He's surprisingly delicate despite his big and strong hands and manages to pass the game by keeping it very very slow, finishing just a few seconds before the timer runs out.

Player 042 (Futakuchi), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

He may have looked out for Kogane in the previous round but as for the second game, it's every man for themselves. He keeps to himself for the most part, concentrating purely on his work and his personal victory. However that doesn't mean he won't sneak a glance or two at his underclassman's work, just to make sure he's keeping up.

He finishes a few minutes before Kogane and Aone and would've liked to stay a little longer to keep observing, however with the guards nagging him to move onto the next round, he couldn't pursue that endeavour so he leaves the room with somewhat of a heavy heart.

Player 043 (Koganegawa), passed.

His shape of choice; 🔺

It's a miracle he passed, really. And God forbid he'd have chosen any other shape 'cause otherwise it'd be game over. He likes to think of himself as someone with steady hands, however given the huge amount of pressure he's under, it's hard to keep them from shaking. Needs to pull away from his work every so often to catch his breath and proceeds with utmost caution. He finishes around the same time as Aone, just before the timer runs out.

Miscellaneous;

Player 044 (Suguru), passed.

His shape of choice; ☂️

Is absolutely mortified. No, this can't be happening. He was so dead-set on getting home. He can't let it end here. His eyes scan the room, looking for some way to get out of this mess. Then, as they land on a man sitting in the corner of the room, an idea comes to mind.

He makes it across the playground to sit beside the man— the latter doesn't look up from the tin clutched in his hands. However, Suguru can just make out the circle engraved the stranger's honeycomb.

Bingo.

Suguru stands up. It's time to put on a show.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?! Give me back my honeycomb! Hey, are you even listening to me?!"

The men in pink immediately march in, flexing their guns at both of the men.

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" says Suguru, frantically pacing from the armed men, to the man sat in the corner. "This man just took it from me and now he won't give it back! That's cheating!"

That's when the loner finally looks up from his cookie, his golden eyes obscured by a mess of salt and pepper hair. He can barely open his mouth before the henchmen intervene.

"Player 028, hand player 044 his Dalgona or you will be eliminated."

Suguru's blood is pounding in his ears as the henchmen point their gun towards the innocent man. He looks up at him with a mix of hurt, confusion and betrayal but hands him his honeycomb regardless.

Suguru snatches it from his hands and holds it to his chest before handing over his own. He doesn't miss the way the man's golden eyes flash with fear the moment they take in the umbrella carved into his newly acquired Dalgona.

Suguru inhales shakily.

At least it's not him.

Player 045 (Terushima), passed.

His shape of choice; ⭐

Threw his head back in despair at the realisation of just how badly he'd fucked up. Out of all the shapes, why did he have to go for the star?

He asks the henchmen if he can switch with someone and when they offer not a word in response, he sighs. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

He slaps his face to hype himself up, rolling his shoulders as he gets into a more suitable position. His tongue is poking out his mouth the entire time he's carving out the shape, concentrating to the fullest. And when he's finally done, he grins broadly to himself and brandishes his work. Then, it's onto the next round.

Player 046 (Sakusa), passed.

His shape of choice; ○

Hides his face behind his collared jersey to avoid breathing in the stale smell of blood and sweat. Luckily this game is as straightforward as the last one, and a solo one at that, which is honestly what he feels the most at ease with in these circumstances. This isn't like volleyball when you can afford to make a mistake— no. Here, one tiny mishap would cost him his life, and he isn't about to die while trying to carve out a stupid shape in some children's snack. That, he makes sure of.

Player 047 (Hoshiumi).

[mqgriett]

Crosshair- It Won’t Stop

Prompt: “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” and “I didn’t know where else to go” requested by @bluehumanknightzine !! Thank you so much for the requested

Pairings: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: blood and being shot

Summary: Crosshair will never pass up on an opportunity to teach a shiny a lesson, so when someone insults Echo he has to take charge. It doesn’t always go as planned.

Notes: this is based off of @sorry-but-no-sorry ‘s art!! Please go check them out!!

79’s was basically deserted, mainly because it was pushing 0300 in the morning, but Crosshair couldn’t sleep. Not after what had happened earlier that night. 

Typically the callus sniper wasn’t easily pissed off. Odd looks and judgemental whispers from regs was something he was used to by now. He developed thick skin, learned to just enjoy a night of drinking with his brothers and let loose a little. He was used to the rude remarks, Echo wasn’t. 

None of the regs recognized him anymore, his robotic legs and the bolts screwed into his head along with his pale skin made him difficult to recognize. The normal clones would never intentionally bully the lost 501st member, but they would happily bully a bad batch member. 

Crosshair scanned the room for the 312th trooper, knowing he would still be here. Worst thing was, the trooper was a shiny, and he had only identified his battalion by association. 

Sure enough, he was still in the back booth, lips practically swallowing a young twi’lek dancer. He rolled his eyes, strutting over to the pair in the back. 

The shiny seemed to feel Cross’s icy presence, taking a break from his makeout with the dancer to move out of the booth. 

“Back so soon?” asked the trooper, crossing his small arms and jutting his chin out. 

The sniper of Clone Force 99 didn’t waste any time with small talk, he withdrew his fist and landed a punch to the jaw of the shinty. It was so strong that it even knocked the reg back, the only thing that was preventing him from falling to the ground was catching himself on the table. 

The clone rubbed his jaw, eyebrows arching to form a cold smirk on his face. “Lose a touch of common sense in your test tube? Eh, defect?” he grumbled. 

Crosshair didn’t reply and calmly pulled a toothpick from his pocket, sticking it in his mouth and allowing it to methodically roll from side to side. He prepared to charge, but what he didn’t expect was for the shiny to pick up his blaster and shoot him in the side of the stomach where his armor didn’t cover. 

Cross stumbled backwards, hand already gripping the underside of his stomach. 

The trooper had no clue what he had done, he had reacted out of pure instinct and hadn’t calculated the consequences when he fired. He froze momentarily, proceeding to toss the blaster to the side and sprint out of 79’s. 

Crosshair still couldn’t believe what had happened. Even as he started down at the crimson liquid beginning to stain his blacks, he refused that he had been shot. 

He couldn’t go back to the Marauder, he wouldn’t make it back alive. 

There was only one other person on Coruscant he knew he could get to before bleeding out. 

***

At first you thought it was a dream, when you heard the knock at your door. You rolled onto your opposite side, flipping the silk pillow to have the cold side press against your face. 

Another knock made its way to your bedroom. 

If there’s a third then I’ll get up,

Five seconds pass, and the third knock sounds weaker than the first two. 

Swinging your legs off the side of the bed, you reach for your housecoat and move a few pieces of hair out of your face. “Coming!” you shouted, voice a little groggy.

As you enter the living room, you catch a glance at the clock and see how late it is. 

The small droid in your room beeps in attention, it’s different colored panels lighting up. “It’s alright R4, I’ll see who it is.” 

R4 chirps in response, rolling to the kitchen and out of view. 

You opened the doors to your room, the cold chill of the hallway hitting your bare legs. Squinting, you could hardly make out the figure in front of you. “Crosshair?” You yawned, wrapping your robe around your torso. 

His words sounded difficult to push out, “I’m sorry.” He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth, something falling and hitting your foot. 

“For waking me up?” you responded tiredly, reaching down to pick up whatever he dropped. 

As your hand touched the fallen toothpick, you found that something was dripping from his armor. At first you perceived it to be nothing but sweat; however, the putrid smell that met your nose told you otherwise. 

“R4 turn the lights on.” You said sternly, within milliseconds you could fully see him standing in front of you. 

“Shit.” You mumbled, finally seeing the huge gash in his stomach. 

His entire face was pale and he was obviously nauseous, yet he still refused to let you help him onto the couch. He stumbled his way to the sofa, collapsing once he got there. Every movement that Cross produced was followed by a muffled groan or wince.

You crouched down next to him, starting at ripping all of his armor off while calling out to your droid, “R4, get me the emergency bag.” 

Your hands tore the soiled fabric away from his torso, leaving him with nothing but a sad excuse of a shirt and his pants. “Dank Farrik, Cross.” You said out of pure frustration, seeing just how bad the wound was. 

His head lulled to the side, a small stream of tears falling down the side of his face as his eyes closed. 

“Crosshair, no.” You reached up and pinched his chin, jerking his head to face you. It woke him up, “hey, look at me. Focus on me alright? I need you to tell me what happened.” You were no medic, but every senator was required to know basic medical skills. 

“79’s,” he began as R4 handed you a bottle of alcohol, Cross winced as you poured it onto the gash and shifted uncomfortably, “shiny made-“ he groaned loudly, “- shiny made fun of echo.” His brother’s name was clouded by his shaky breathing as you poured more alcohol. 

“What’d he say?” 

You placed a clean rag on top of his wound, cleaning around it as he tried to continue, “Went back and he shot me.” He ignored your previous question, not wanting to say it out loud. 

“This is going to hurt, but you need to stay still.” You commanded, the threaded needle lingering over the exposed and seared skin. 

Without looking up, you heard him speak again, “what’s happening?” 

“You’re bleeding out.” You sighed, “I need to give you stitches.” 

“No, this,” he wiped his face with his bare hand, examining the clear liquid dripping down his palm. 

“You’re crying, you got shot.” 

He shook his head and tried to sit up, “no, what is happening? This isn’t possible.” He wiped his face again, over and over. “It won’t stop,” he sobbed, “why won’t it stop?” 

You wanted to console him, but you had to get this gash closed. You stuck the needle through his skin, and it was almost like he didn’t feel it due to how preoccupied he was with the fact that he was crying. 

Cutting the thread with your teeth, you handed the needle back to R4 and placed a strip of bacta over his wound. “R4 comm Tech. Tell him to come down here immed-“

“No!” Cross jumped, “he can’t see me like this.” 

You placed your hand on his knee, “he’s seen you hurt thousands of times.” 

He pointed to his face, “Like this.”

His eyes and cheeks were stained red from crying. Blood was dried in his hair and it stained all of his body. You knew how embarrassed he felt because he understood how helpless and weak he looked in the moment.  

You calmed your tone, not wanting him to jump again and possibly burst the stitches, “R4, comm Tech that Crosshair drunkenly stumbled to my quarters in the senate building and is now sleeping on my couch.” 

Beeping in approval, your small Astro droid excused himself to your room to fulfill his duties. 

Your hands would most definitely be tinted red tomorrow morning, rather this morning, at your meeting with Bail Organa. 

Wiping your forehead, you stood back up to inspect the damage that had been done. 

Your white couch was now a lovely red tie-dye, as was your white nightgown. 

Crosshair refused to look at you, “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

“I’m glad you came here.” You ran your hand up and down his thigh, just as a gentle touch to remind him that you were still there. 

“I need a shower.” he mumbled. That was his way of asking you to help him get cleaned up. 

Carefully, you helped him to the refresher. Your back was turned to him as you drew a bath, wanting to give him as much privacy as possible as he undressed. You poured a small amount of salts in the water, to help rid his body of any bacteria that had already begun to settle in his wound. He rejected your offer to help him into the bathtub, his ego not allowing him to accept. 

You sat behind the marble tub, just so you could see the back of him. Placing your hand on his forehead, you gently pulled his head back and poured water over hair. His dusty green eyes fluttered shut each time you did this, his shoulders finally relaxing. 

Once his hair was rid of blood, you moved onto his face. You wetened a clean cloth, and benevolently wiped it under his eyes and neck. He sighed heavily, “he called him a deficient defect.” His jaw clenched under your grip. 

You froze momentarily, feeling your own anger bubble up at the thought of Echo having to hear that. Echo had always been tough, but you knew that that probably hurt him. If it didn’t, Cross wouldn’t have gone back at 0300 to teach the shiny a lesson. 

After wiping the final strip of blood off of him, you turned your head and helped Crosshair up. He wrapped a towel around his waist, flinching as it touched the wound. Luckily the medicated bandage on top of it kept it numb, making it easier for him to do things on his own. 

It wasn’t unusual for the bad batch to randomly stop by whenever they were on Coruscant. When General Kenobi would ask for their aide in a mission they often needed to wait a few nights for approval from the council. This usually led to all five of them sleeping in your bed with you. In the morning Hunter and Tech were frequently found on the floor though. 

You set a fresh set of black pajamas on the edge of your bed for Crosshair, leaving him in your as you went to choose a new nightgown from your closet. You chose the same sleepwear you had on now, just in black and not covered in blood. 

It felt immaculate to shower, and with enough scrubbing all of the blood successfully left your hands. 

Crosshair had already situated himself on your bed, flicking through the holodramas you had recorded. You wrung the excess water from your hair, tossing the dirty nightgown into the trash can and doing the same with the towel once you were finished. 

Once you were comfortable, Crosshair turned his head towards you while his eyes were still fixated on the holo. “What’s the one you, Tech, and Wrecker watch?” 

You raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said it was annoying.” 

He didn’t answer, facing his head back towards the colorful projection. 

“Ails of Alderaan.” you smiled, pointing to the title he was about to skip. 

Despite his lack of core strength in the moment, he still managed to pull the blanket underneath you to get you closer to him. He gently pressed his head on your shoulder, gingerly touching at your fingers before intertwining them with his own. “Don’t tell the boys, please.” 

Crosshair wouldn’t care if you told them he was shot, he was referring to the fact that he cried earlier. 

You moved your head to the side and kissed his temple, “I won’t.”

[frogtanii]

hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

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from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill.  "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu.  "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

-

i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

hhhh,,, BESTIE OMFG UR SO SO SO TALENTED WTF???? do u have a blog cs if so sharty drop the @ ahaha (jk only if u feel comfy!!) i just mean WOW WOW WOW WOWIE

[starlightinhumanform]

Prompt: one character watches the sunrise every morning and the other watches the sunset. Both make art based on what they see. (Various different mediums and styles) they start taking an art class together and are asked to share some of their previous creations. They both admire the other’s work, but assume that they have either both been painting the sunset, or both been painting the sunrise (hard to put in words, sorry). Sunrise invites sunset to draw together. 1/3?

God anon you are a BLESSING. I decided to make this about Loceit because I project onto both Logan and Deceit and this sounds like sort of over-complicated problem I would cause for myself. Because this is a human au, Deceit’s name is going to be Damian in this. 

Gonna put it under the cut because it ended up getting pretty long. I hope you enjoy. Love you all 🖤✨

I’m gonna keep my requests open for the next few days so if you have any prompts for bullet point fics, I’ll be taking those!! 

So they’re both busy college students with different majors 

But they both have a love for art 

They end up taking a free community art class together 

It’s a really casual class where you’re basically just given free time and materials 

Logan always sits in the front of the room 

Damian always sits in the back of the room 

So he sees what Logan makes every day 

One day he’s surprised to see he’s painting the exact same thing as him

At the end of the class, Damian decides to say something 

He just pokes Logan on the shoulder at the end of the class, holds up his painting from that day which was last night’s sunset and says, “Hey I like your painting!” 

Logan looks nearly insulted and starts accusing Damian of copying him 

Damian explains that they just happened to be painting the same thing 

They start sitting next to each other during the class because they’re basically the only people under 40 in that class 

They start talking to each other more and they get along really well 

Logan is a Computer Science major and Damian is an English major looking to become a lawyer 

Despite how different their paths are, Logan really likes Damian as a fellow Intellectual™️

Damian thinks Logan’s dry sense of humor is fucking hilarious and Logan appreciates Damian’s sarcastic wit 

One day Logan asks Damian if he wants to go painting with him 

SurprisedDamian.jpeg 

“It’s only logical. We’re probably at the park at around the same time anyways. We might as well keep each other company. Besides I enjoy your companionship.” 

Mr. Smooth-Lawyer-I-Can-Talk-A-Cardboard-Box-Into-Giving-Me-$100-Damian is flustered as hell 

HE’S GAY LOGAN YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THIS SHIT 

so Damian practically runs out of the room. without confirming important details like you know,,, if Logan meant six in the morning or six at night.

but Damian’s too busy because hmmmm those sure are a lot of feelings 

Logan is a morning person. So he wakes up at 5:00 like it’s nothing and is at the park by 5:45 

And if he made extra coffee for Damian made exactly like the other student brought to class every day well that was just a coincidence 

He waits. 

And waits. 

The sun rises. 

He doesn’t paint that morning. 

He doesn’t even take pictures. He won’t need the references- he wouldn’t be going to class today. 

Because maybe he didn’t make himself super clear, but this was definitely Logan’s way of shooting his shot

And what had happened? He’d gotten fucking stood up. 

Damian is disappointed that Logan isn’t in class today 

But it’s ok because he knows he’ll be able to see Logan this evening and that’s good enough to get him through the whole day 

Besides, not being distracted by Logan means he can actually pay attention to the other people around him and some of them are actually really interesting 

Well. Not exactly interesting. More like they can fill the space Logan left. 

He leaves for the park early that day, taking the time to actually set up his easel instead of just sitting on the ground like he usually does 

6:00 rolls around and passes 

Maybe he’s running late 

The sun is almost gone 

He’s very busy after all 

The sunset is over 

Damian knows he’s lying to himself 

But he stays at the park for way longer than reasonable, long enough to see the moon rise 

Logan shows up to the class early the next to get his old seat in the front

He can’t decide if he wants to see Damian or not. It would be rather satisfying to call him out for being an asshole 

Damian does show up, rushing across the room and practically throwing his things down on Logan’s table 

His face is a somewhat terrifying of disgust, betrayal, and anger

Ok it’s scary but god that passion is kind of hot too 

Damian is whisper-yelling. Logan is distracted. 

Logan get your stupid gay head in the game, he’s upset at you about something. Wait shouldn’t it be the other way around? He’s the one that stood you up, right?

Snap Out Of It Logan 

“I WAS THERE FOR NEARLY FOUR FUCKING HOURS LAST NIGHT AND WHERE WERE YOU? NO-WHERE, YOU JUST DISAPPEARED OF THE FACE OF THE PLANET APPARENTLY.” 

“Last night?” 

“Yeah, when we were supposed to meet??” 

“Last night?” 

OhShit.png 

WeGotOurTimesMixedUpDidn’tWe.gif 

They apologize for making such a stupid mistake and for making the other feel like they had gotten stood up

Luckily they’re both able to laugh at their stupidity 

In all honesty, they’re just relieved that the whole situation is redeemable and that maybe (maybe) they still have a chance with the other person 

This time, they settle on going to the park in the afternoon 

“It’d be nice to paint some trees or the lake or basically anything other than a sunrise.” 

“Yeah, and that way you get to see my pretty face.” 

GODDAMNIT DAMIAN WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT 

“Yeah that too.” 

Damian.exe has stopped working 

Logan deadass doesn’t even notice he’s done anything. It’s just the facts after all. 

When they wave goodbye after class and tell each other that they’ll see each other later, they’ve both got butterflies 

“Hey Logan wait!!” 

Logan freezes and turns around as Damian comes running back from the opposite direction 

“I was going to save this for at the park but we’ve already kinda messed that up once so I don’t want to risk it again.” 

Logan starts to ask what the hell Damian is talking about but then he’s being pulled into a kiss and it’s so much better than any sunrise he’s ever seen 

I love writing kisses so fight me

They turn in opposite directions and actually manage to walk away this time but you can bet that’s not the last time it happens 

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[melonkooky]

meant to be [min yoongi]

requested

word count: 2601

genre: soulmate!au, fluff, angst if you squint

author’s note: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! also, this might not necessarily be a soulmate!au, i just kinda let my imagination wander. (i also changed the prompt just a tad bit 😬😬). i did not proofread this so ignore all my mistakes please

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

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your legs felt heavy. it didn’t help that your feet felt like thick wooden blocks every time you moved your leg. you were worn out, your energy completely drained. you had been running around the entire day, being the official assistant for not just one, not two, but three different people. you took the job because it allowed you to be around very important people of the business. it also was a high paying job. that being said, most days were generally okay and you wouldn’t run too many errands. however, today happened to be a very important day at the company. your bosses, the three men, were giving a huge presentation about a big step in their business. because of all the preparations that had to be made in so little time, you had to take up a lot of the tasks, causing you to run around constantly. and then it was only polite of you to stay for the presentation itself...even if your legs and body were throbbing and it was already dark outside.

so, here you were now. you and a few other people were getting onto a bus. but someone was very rude and pushed you out of the way. you would have just tipped over just from how little energy you had but luckily, your arm was close to the side of the bus. you were able to catch yourself. with a heavy glare on the back of their head, you followed behind. the bus was close to being full, at least all the seats were taken. you were close to just walking out to take another--empty--bus. “hey.” you suddenly heard.

you didn’t think they were talking to you as most days you were rather invisible, but your gut told you to look. so you did. you found a young man sitting in a seat looking up at you. he was wearing a beanie, hoodie, and sweats, a face cover hung tightly behind his chin. he was slightly paler than everyone else you noticed. when you made eye contact with him, he looked to his left. you followed and saw that this young man, who seemed no older than twenty, remove the bag he had next to him, revealing an empty seat underneath. “you can sit if you want.” he offered.

you normally would have politely declined however the screaming pain in your feet practically told you to sit your ass down. you smiled and bowed in respect and politeness, “thank you so much.” you took the seat next to him.

the bus didn’t move for a few minutes. this irritated you because you wanted to waste no time getting home. but eventually, the vehicles inched forward with a long groan before driving down the street. the ride was bumpy and in its own way, awakening. you sighed exhaustively. “so, where are you heading?” the guy next to you asked.

you turned to him, not expecting more conversation with this man. you shrugged, “home.”

he nodded. “me too.”

you nodded, feeling a bit awkward. there really wasn’t anything to talk about. you felt a weird tingly feeling in your stomach, however. curiously, you turned your head to look at the guy next to you. he’s gently gnawing on his bottom lip as he stares into space in front of him. unconsciously, you began to stare, as if his cheek or jawline or beanie was just so intriguing. suddenly, he turns, meeting your eyes. you gasp and hurry to look away. your cheeks slowly emit warmth as they turn pink. now you were biting your own lip. “i’m min yoongi.” he suddenly spoke.

you scared to turn. why were you suddenly acting this way? so anxious and nervous, acting so awkward around this particular guy, you were not yourself. after a few seconds, you met his eyes again. “l/n y/n.”

yoongi flashed you a smile, it was gummy. despite only having just met this guy, you felt yourself being drawn to him. you didn’t know how to describe how you felt exactly but it was similar to some kind of force, a force that was pulling you towards him. yoongi remained still as he looked at you. but he quickly turned away. he pulled his face mask up to cover the bottom half of his face. he also wanted to hide his growing blush in his cheeks. he was feeling so off suddenly. he knew he wasn’t sick or getting sick. it felt very new and very different. some feeling was causing him to act differently, some feeling was drawing him towards you. 

you and yoongi didn’t exchange anymore words after that. fortunately, you stop came first. you stood up from you seat. “bye, min yoongi.” you said before turning and exiting the bus. 

once outside, you released a heavy breath. you waited for the bus to depart from the curb before turning around and walking down the street in the direction of your apartment. your apartment complex was a little on the expensive side, much grander than your average apartment. you loved it to death because you never imagined yourself getting such a good job and being able to afford such an apartment. 

you typed in the code to your keypad and it clicked, a small beep sounding after. you opened the door and stepped inside. the door closed with a soft thud and the sound of the door locking itself behind you echoed. you took of your shoes immediately, that was first of your to-do list. you walked into your apartment and set down your work bag on the counter top of the kitchen. you opened your fridge and took out some leftovers that you made previously (no way in hell you were cooking so late at night). you stuck that into your microwave and afterwards, rushed to eat it. after you hurried into your bedroom where you showered and got ready for bed. and last on your to-do list, you got into bed and closed your eyes for the night.

-

and so the day ends again. fortunately for you it didn’t end so late, unlike the previous night. work had resumed as normal and everyone was in a good mood from the giant step forward of the business. you were happy as well, but you didn’t care that much about the business. you were more for keeping yourself alive. 

you waited for the bus again. it was the earlier arrival so you just knew it was going to be crowded. you sighed as you crossed your legs, tugging your jacket over your shoulders more. it sure was getting colder outside. you pulled out your phone seconds before you heard your name in the form of a question. immediately you were puzzled. you looked up to see the young man offered you a seat on the bus. “oh, yoongi, right?”

he nodded. 

you smiled in return was tucking away your phone. “what are you doing here?”

he shrugged and sat down next to you. you turned to him, still expecting an explanation. “just taking the bus home.” he replied.

you narrowed your eyes. “if i understand correctly, you were already on the bus yesterday when i got on from this very stop. it was also very close to midnight.”

yoongi broke eye contact and leaned against the wall behind him. he crossed his legs just as you had and sighed. “why does it matter to you?”

you glared at him before leaning against the wall yourself. there wasn’t anyone else at this stop, just you and yoongi. the silence was much more comfortable than yesterday’s, between you and yoongi. it felt more normal, as if you and him had known each other for a while. you turned your head and looked at him, “where’d you come from? work?” you asked.

he nodded and held his bag closer. it was small and square, seeming thing as well. you eyed his bag as he answered your question, “i’m a composer.” 

you didn’t know what it was, but something inside you clicked. suddenly you were just so fascinated by him. you had the urge to bombard him with questions but you bit your tongue. you pointed at his bag. “what’s that?”

he looked at you finally. “it’s just a laptop.”

you nodded. “oh.”

he laughed at you. as he laughed, you felt your heart beat faster. you felt the warmth in your cheeks. yoongi stopped laughing moments later. you looked at him, “what was so funny?”

he met your eyes, his smile causing your insides to be enveloped in warmth. “so, where did you come from?”

“oh, work. i’m an assistant for three different bosses.” you sighed as you spoke. “they all basically do the same job but, i have to do a lot of errands for them all.” they had been driving you crazy recently. it seemed as if they were only working you more while they hardly did a thing.

yoongi leaned forward to get a better look at your face. “that explains why you looked so tired last night.”

“well, it’s a very good paying job.”

“but you don’t like it.” yoongi observed.

you looked at him. you were about to protest that you did like your job but hearing his words made you question whether you actually did. you sighed heavily after putting a lot of thought into your job. “no, i guess i don’t.”

yoongi turned away. he felt bad for you suddenly. “do you want to eat somewhere?”

you looked at him. “i mean, we can. i haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

“let’s go.” 

yoongi stood up, his laptop bag in his hand. you stood up as well, grabbing your bag and putting the strap on your shoulder. you looked at yoongi, “where do you want to go?”

-

yoongi led you to a casual restaurant. the aroma of food filled your nose and made your mouth water. you were starving as a matter of fact. you were excited to eat. yoongi laughed at your expression, feeling his own heart beat quicken its pace. he felt a connection to you, he wasn’t going to deny that. but he wasn’t sure why.

a waitress led you and yoongi through the restaurant. she picked a booth for you and yoongi before setting down two menus. you and yoongi sat across from each other. “ah, there’s so many choices.” you mumbled.

yoongi looked at you, “you’ve never been here?”

you nodded. “i don’t have a lot of time.”

“let’s just order a bunch of things and try them all then.” he suggested.

“that’s a lot of money though.”

he shrugged. “you claimed you had a good-paying job, and that you work for three people. that tells me you have some money.”

your eyes widened. “min yoongi!”

he grinned. “i’m just messing with you. let’s just order and then we’ll figure it out later.”

so you and yoongi ordered a ton of dishes. he was excited to eat with you while you were excited to try them all. of course, you were happy to be dining with a stranger you just met yesterday. overall, it felt natural. as if you and yoongi had been friends for a long time.

you and yoongi talked a lot, joking with each other. it felt like you and him haven’t seen each other in a while and were catching up. you learned a ton of things about him and he learned a ton of things about you. a connection was made.

after everything on the table was either sampled or gone, you sat back. you had a thought, a thought that caused your cheeks to flare up. you were falling in love with someone you had just met, and honestly you weren’t sure what to do with such feelings. you met his eyes, finding the moment suddenly very intimate. 

“yoongi, can i be honest with you?” you suddenly asked.

yoongi looked at you, nodding. you sighed. “i don’t know if you felt this too but when i began talking to you, it felt like something physical, perhaps, or just something was there that was drawing me towards you.” he didn’t say anything and this was a sign for you to continue. “like, the first conversation we had on the bus, i immediately felt something with you.” oh my god, you were confessing. “like, a connection perhaps. i’m sorry. we just met and this all sounds so crazy. but i just felt something and i needed to talk about it. i just don’t understand anything.” and now you were rambling about nonsense.

you looked at yoongi’s face and stopped mid-sentence, “i’m rambling, aren’t i?”

yoongi looked at you, remained silent. his expression show no signs of emotions. if anything, he looked a little disappointed. you couldn’t tell what he was feeling to be exact and it was irritating you. was he confused, happy, surprised that you basically had just confessed your love? it was only your second day with him and you were admitting you were in love. you sighed and grabbed your wallet. you pulled out some cash and threw it onto the table, not knowing how much it was. you just wanted to escape the situation. you hurriedly grabbed your stuff and slid out of the booth. “i’m sorry.” you told him before heading out of the restaurant.

you walked at a quick pace, just wanting to get home and cry. you knew it was a bold move. you knew it. you took the risk and now you were regretting it. you really, really liked him. your feelings were strong. and now you were never going to see him again.

suddenly a hand wrapped around your wrist, causing you to twirl around. you didn’t have time to see who it is but you had a guess. yoongi had ran to you, spun you around, and now had planted his lips onto yours. you gasped at the sudden move. you weren’t quite sure about what was going on. but you found yourself melting into the kiss. your arms snaked around his neck while his hands gently held your waist. his lips felt so perfect against yours, as if it was meant to be. his warmth ignited your lust for him. everything about you and yoongi just fit so perfectly together. 

eventually, you found yourself making out with yoongi in the middle of the sidewalk just outside the restaurant. you pulled away with a heavy blush on your cheeks. you were panting slightly. while standing against his chest, your gaze stayed on his chin. “yoongi-”

“i’m sorry for giving you the thought that i was rejecting you.” he began. “really, i was just surprised because i was feeling the exact same things you were...as if...as if we were soulmates.” his voice slowly dropped into a whisper as he spoke.

“s-soulmates?” you had to pull away slightly to meet his eyes. “do you really believe that?”

“i mean, it explains all the things we’ve been feeling. like a force pulling us together, like a physical connection in the air was made between us. not to mention that you just confessed your love for me after we only met last night.”

you smiled suddenly. “i like that. soulmates.”

yoongi was blushing as well, but he was more embarrassed by the fact that he just made out with his soulmate in the middle of the sidewalk. he was never really into pda, so he knew that he must really be in love with you in order for him to do such a thing.

yoongi smiled at you before grabbing your hand. “let’s catch a bus. if you don’t mind, we’re going to your place. it’s cold.” 

you grinned and cherished the feeling of his hand in yours. everything happened fast, perhaps faster than most love stories, but it was something that was going to last a lifetime.