#ooc: sorry for the late answer thinking of something dumb was hard

[the-lord-of-malevolence]

What in your opinion, is the dumbest thing you ever witnessed in NRC?

I've once witnessed Child of a man's card soldier friends try to fetch something from high up by piling up random objects. It did end up falling. And did I mention the thing was a bag of flour? It fell on them.

[chenyann]

Listen to the silence!!

|°Rumor:Jamil works so hard but you seem to be able to drag him away from planning kalims 2022 Christmas party! |°Rumor warning:fluff, gn!reader,sfw,overused words(?), Grammer/spelling errors,this was written at 10pm last night....It's 7am the next day. |°Keys:1,527 |°Ads: I'm so sorry if this is ooc it was rushed and I really wanted to get this one done bc I found it so cute;;I love Jamil but I can never fully write his character because he is just so rahhhh.[Event list here!]

Take a moment to imagine alone time with Jamil. Something this man hardly has, imagine how he would make a snarky comment but still lay beside you, imagine how close he is, how you can feel his hair tickle your fingers and cheek, how his breath is fanning your ear.

Jamil never has a moment's peace; no matter what time of the day he is always busy with something and today he was especially busy because kalim had asked jamil if he could hold a christmas party tomorrow. Jamil would have denied it, but he knew kalim would keep asking. With that said, you were very unsure if you should tell him to take a break. I mean– you did really want to and you knew he needed it. But then again you didn't want to disturb him and give him a sour attitude by mistake. Now look at him, with darkness under his eyes and his battery at five percent. He was hardly even there, he would space out and always was seen with a coffee or something that can give him energy- It was strange!!! Nobody ever saw Jamil like that before so it took the school by shock when they caught him dozing off in the middle of conversation.

“Hey Jamil…..” you were testing the waters to see if he was in a bad mood, Jamil who was sitting in the lounge was scribbling things down on lots of papers. Just standing there awkwardly you waited for him to answer, “Jamil?” No answer.. You took it upon yourself to just tap his shoulder instead of trying to talk to him. 

“Oh y/n, what are you doing here?” he asked, hardly taking his eyes off the paper. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. You seem like you need a break!” Jamil let out a long sigh, “I'm sorry y/n but I'm bus-” before he could finish his sentence kalim chimed in: “That's a great idea y/n!!” 

Jamil felt a headache coming when he heard kalim, “Kalim there is far too much to do for the party.” kalim sat there for a moment and began to think, “But you've been working too hard Jamil! How about I finish up for you!” The white haired boy was practically beaming at this point, meanwhile the black haired one tried to think of something to keep kalim away from his hard work. But he stopped when he realized it would end up useless. Kalim would always do as he pleased no matter what Jamil said, like when he tried to give Jamil a pet tiger on his birthday or the time Jamil told kalim he can't invite the music club to a asim family meeting. All those times ended up useless. “Fine.” Jamil said reluctantly, ``you were quite surprised when Jamil grabbed your hand and started taking you somewhere.

                                    [Jamil's room 1:56pm]

You just sat there.  Is he mad at me? You thought to yourself. Jamil hadn't spoken to you once this whole time, you felt pretty upset since you wanted to hang out but here he was sitting at the desk filling our more papers. You thought he was much kinder to you as-of-late and he would try to make conversation with you in the class or halls maybe even at  parties that you always seem to be invited to. But no, he still is the same distant Jamil viper. Or that's what you think: Jamil is a lair if he says he doesn't wanna talk to you, because he sure as hell does. (But he is rather busy at the moment so you have to wait) He actually likes talking to you, the way you say the most random yet enduring things makes his smile on the inside. He liked it when you were around him because it make him feel all happy on the inside even though you give him grey hairs from the dumb stuff you do. You can even go as far as to say he cares about you. Alot. But what was the strange feeling he felt now? It felt like an arrow just flew into him, it wasn't painful. No. It actually felt really nice. What was this feeling?

His feelings fell into shades of reds, violets, blues and yellows. But, he didn't want them– he tried to blow away from how he felt about you. But every time he blows them away like the winter wind it always seems to come back. Some called it puppy love, that kiddy hope for love that lots of children outgrew with time– but Jamil? No. Oh no, Jamil never got to experience that as a kid. So this was a foreign feeling to him. It made him wonder why a feeling danced its way to his heart when you were around and how he would subtly take care of your health or worry for you. What was that funny feeling when yall locked eyes? That same feeling returned for its encore when you had asked him a question, a phrase so simple yet so complex at the same time. “Do you wanna take a nap? With me that is.”

How was he meant to reply? Would he really stoop so low? Do you think he would fall for those glorious eyes you have? Yes. Yes he did, he fell for it all. You held such sincerity in your tone he didn't know what he wanted to do, for a moment he just looked at you with blank eyes. When he came to his senses he didn't say anything, all he did was walk over to the bed and look down at you. “.........” Silence filled the room as your thoughts began to race, “why is he just standing there????” ……….….… ………….“jamil?” You muttered, he just kept staring at you and it was creepy- well not exactly creepy just uncomfortable because it looked more like a glare. Finally he stopped staring and moved, in fact he only moved closer. You felt your face warm up with the sudden close proximity. 

Thump! 

      Next thing you know he was in your grasp, turns out Jamil moved too fast and fell, likely from the lack of sleep he was getting.  Now here you are, having Jamil in a holding position trying to keep him from leaving. “Y/N LET GO OF ME!?” Jamil screeched, “NO!? JAMIL YOU NEED TO REST!” you yelled back keeping the same energy, Jamil kept thrashing around and you kept holding him. There were some close calls when yall almost fell head first on the floor but you managed, Jamil though was fighting for his life like a rabid animal– yes after sometime he calmed down but it was still hard to make him stop moving! When he stopped moving you began your process of helping him relax.

Your hold felt like he had been graced by a warm patch of sun on a cold day. (Completely different from the choke hold ten minutes ago) It almost felt reassuring. How you whispered words of affirmation and praise in his ears, letting them rock around his head. He was praised alot so it normally wouldn't matter to him– he grew accustomed to not taking the words of others too seriously. But your words were different, your words were filled with thousands of different spices. With you, Jamil could be himself. Your words made ripples in his ocean of thoughts and caused a disturbance; it wasn't an unwanted disturbance– in fact it was welcomed with open arms! For a moment he wanted to praise you as well, he wanted to tell you how courageous you are, how much of a help you are. He wanted to explain how much he appreciates you.

Yet he stayed quiet. He didn't mutter a single word, letting the silence engulf yall two on the bed. He laid there completely devoted to relaxing, but how could he when he is so close to you, he can hear the soft thumps of your heart and your soft breathing. He continued to listen to your heart, his ears left no room for any other noise.

“Maybe just this once I can be selfish..” He mumbled just above a whisper, it took you by surprise– to hear him voice his idle thoughts like that; normally he would let them sit in the corners of his mind but just now he sat them upon the pedestal for all peering eyes to see. You hummed, letting the vibrations catch up to his ears. You saw how he turned his face away when it finally caught up to him. But you paid no mind, you took off his hair tie and slowly untied his braids. He slowly tried to raise his head up to give you a questioning look but before he could you started messaging his scalp. (You can't tell me he wouldn't like it bc he would)  He rested his head back on your torso as you started playing with his hair, rubbing his scalp and loosely rebraiding some strands, slowly but surely he fell asleep in your hold.

[stickyy]

Can I have a gn reader x Aizawa? Maybe a college AU where Aizawa doesn't know how to handle his crush because he was awkward when he was young and ended up a bully who was handsy. Thank you!

EEEE this is my first ask so i hope you like it anon! :D thanks so much for requesting!

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone or encourage any of the behavior outlined in the following text. this is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. :)

wordcount: 2299

warnings: dubcon, verbal abuse, slight dumbification, forced oral sex, brief mentions of gagging/vomit (doesn’t actually happen), aizawa is an law student asshole, quirkless!AU, ooc? more likely than u think

notes: im not like a writer so when i put this in word count and saw it was 2k words i gasped-

MIDTERM

Without a doubt, Aizawa’s the smartest student in your Civil Procedure lecture. You admire him; you’re both first years, but he already has an incredible work ethic and results to show for it. He works two part-time jobs to help pay for school (alongside his impressive scholarship), studies into the late hours of the night (mostly due to his being kept awake very loud roommate), and, despite a bad habit of regularly showing up to your 8 am class slightly hungover, still manages to produce the top marks in the class. 

You’re envious of him, because you’re the exact opposite. Your tuition is paid in full by your parents, you have a wonderfully quiet apartment all to yourself, and you study as best you know how, only to practically fail every assignment. You wish you could be surprised, but the material is a dreadfully bland concoction of boring procedure and esoteric theory that you rarely get further than three or four pages into a chapter. You want to like law, you really do, but there’s something about the intricacies of drafting lawsuits that goes in one ear and out the other. It’s no surprise that you sought out Aizawa’s help, desperate to at least pass the class with a decent grade. 

You wish you hadn’t. 

You don’t understand what you do that bothers him so deeply, but something about you coaxes cruelty from somewhere dark inside of him. You always scurry towards the back of the lecture hall to grab a seat next to him, doing your best to be quiet and unassuming, but he shoots you a venomous glare or a soft flurry of harsh words. And you get it, to an extent- some days you walk into class chattering a little too loudly on the phone, and on others you loudly shuffle around in your book bag to try finding the notes that you attempted to start for this lecture (if you even brought them that day). You know it’s annoying, but you also know you don’t deserve the downright verbal abuse he throws at you for it.

“It’s hard to take notes if you forget your textbook. Try being prepared for once,” he’ll sigh as he slides his textbook to you. Like a good student, he took notes for lecture the night before, but it still took some convincing for him to spare you his textbook.

“Do you ever shut up?” He’ll interrupt you as you babble about your difficulties understanding the most recent lecture. You want to retort, tell him off for being rude, but the words die in your throat; he radiates an annoying apathy that makes you doubt the efficacy of anything you say to him.

“You wouldn’t fail every assignment if you actually studied. Or maybe, you’re actually just stupid?” He’ll quip as you clutch your paper, a red ‘47’ scrawled in the upper corner of the page littered with your professor's critiques and question marks. By contrast, Aizawa’s paper is pristine, donning a singular red mark of ‘98, nice work!’.

With a well placed glare and the sour baritone of his voice, laced with exhaustion, it’s always enough to make your stomach drop from shame and embarrassment. Under normal circumstances, you’d never allow anyone to speak to you that way, but your grade was a dire situation, and with the midterm upcoming, you forcefully swallow your pride and ask him for his help.

You have to beg, but Aizawa agrees to tutor you the day before the midterm. This grade is a make or break for the class- if you do poorly on this exam, you’ll have to drop the lecture to salvage your gpa, putting you half a semester behind your peers. It’s motivation enough to deal with his poor attitude, and the two of you end up reviewing in an empty studying room on the top floor of the library. You began the session alert and determined to catch up, but studying with him shows you just how far behind you are. The textbook sounds like foreign poetry coming from his mouth; Aizawa is nothing short of eloquent when explaining the complexities of something as boring as filing lawsuits, and you spend most of the two hours spent just zoning out, completely unable to focus.

“You’re just wasting my time at this point.” The break in his cadence snaps you out of your trance, unfocused eyes meeting his tired ones, slightly lidded in annoyance, “Are you even trying to remember the material? Or are you just expecting me to spoon-feed it to you?”

Your throat catches, forcing you to swallow a lump as you attempt to ignore his words. 

“I am trying! I just don’t understand why there are two approaches, is all,” You whine, flipping back through your sparse notes to find the section that contained the explanation. 

“I went over that almost 3 chapters ago. If you were paying attention, you would’ve stopped me by now. It’s hard to believe that you even got into this school, if this is how you studied in high school. Did your daddy pull some strings with his buddies in admissions?”

Your eyes narrow, searching harder for the correct section in your notes. That’s a pretty low blow, and even if he’s not completely wrong, it still stings. You now know for a fact you didn’t even read this part of the text, but you keep your eyes trained on the page. At this point, you’d do anything to avoid looking at Aizawa, lest you begin to cry.

“Don’t be an asshole,” is all you can muster, voice shaking with unshed tears, “Would it kill you to be a little nicer? It’s hard to focus when all you do is insult me.”

“It’s hard to focus?” He repeats, his tone a sickly sweet mockery of yours. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s my fault. You’re a lot dumber than you think, if you even think at all. The midterm is tomorrow, and we’re just now getting into chapter five. Don’t get mad at me for actually trying to study; if I was holding your hand through it all, we’d still be on chapter one.”

Your vision blurs and a single tear hits the lined paper of your notes, causing the ink to blur as the drop absorbs into the page. You clench your jaw and take a breath before standing up, opening your backpack to put you things away. You didn’t have to take this abuse, you could study on your own. Even if you did poorly, you’d have some of your dignity left.

“It’s pretty rude to just walk out on someone trying to help you,” Aizawa says after a moment, closing his notes shut. “Not only do you give me a headache every single morning, but I try to tutor you and you want to leave without even thanking me? I’m busy, you know? I take time that I don’t have to spare just help your sorry ass out, for free, and you’re not even capable of learning anything from it.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and move to leave, but you find yourself face to face with Aizawa, his tall frame blocking the door, arms crossed over his chest, and a thoroughly disgusted expression plastered on his features. 

“I should charge you a fee, just for completely wasting an afternoon. Absolutely ridiculous,” His tone is a juxtaposition to his demeanor; he sounds more amused than annoyed, a jeer underlying the words. It makes you feel sick, and you’re suddenly grossly aware of the fact that you're alone with him, the only method of escape blocked. It feels dangerous, and you want nothing more than to be at home, alone and safe.

“H-how much?” You stutter meekly, eager to appease him. “I don’t really have any cash on me but if you have Venmo-”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Your heart starts to jackhammer against your ribcage and panic sets in. You’re frozen in place, unwilling to ask him to elaborate. You may not be very bright, but you have a good idea of what he’s going to ask for, and you can think of a million things you’d rather do instead.

“I know your pretty little skull is practically an echo chamber, so listen closely, okay? We both know that no matter how hard you try, you won’t be ready for the exam by the end of tonight, and I have to work in an hour and a half. So, if you behave and do what I ask you, I’ll let you copy my exam answers tomorrow. Understand?”

You’re silent, paralyzed by fear. A part of you wants to run, desperately, but your mind drifts to the midterm. You know that without any help, you’ll surely fail.

That’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, tears finally streaming down your face from choking on his thick cock. 

“That’s it,” he groans breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as his head presses back against the door, “I knew you were good for something. I bet this is how you convinced your other teachers to give you a passing grade, huh? A few cocks down your throat-fuck, to save your gpa, I wouldn’t put it past you, dumb slut.”

You hate this- hate being reduced to just a mouth for him to fuck. You hate how he sneers down at you, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. You especially hate the treacherous way your spine tingles and heat pools low in your stomach at his amused growls and degrading remarks. He’s just as cruel with the way he fucks into your mouth, disregarding your comfort entirely, hand in your hair roughly guiding your head over his length. He’s almost painfully thick, stretching your lips wide, tickling the recesses of your throat in a grotesque way. You try to wiggle away slightly, just to take a small breath; you’re beginning to feel dangerously lightheaded. You begin to pull your head away but he thrusts his hips upward, holding your head down and  forcing your lips to wrap around the base of his cock.

“S’okay, baby, just relax that empty little head of yours, no need to breathe right now,” he sighs, watching you struggle against him with a smirk, watching the fear bloom in your chest and your mind buzz with the lack of oxygen. Your thrashing shifts his cock in just the right way and you violently gag, eyes widening with the painful sensation. You’re almost convinced he’s going to let you pass out, right before he yanks you off of him. You cough violently, gagging a few more times, drool spilling out of your mouth.

“Throw up on me and a failing grade will be the least of your problems,” he growls, and the threat is a sobering reminder of how fucked up this is. You meet his expectant gaze, and reluctantly return to the task at hand. You can hold out just a little longer, you tell yourself; his hips are beginning to move on their own accord and you know he won’t last much longer. All you have to do is hang on and it will all be over soon.

You know that he’s just a bully, that you’re just doing what you have to do in order to pass this class, that you’re worth more than your grades, that you aren’t stupid- but the dark part of your mind questions if he’s right. Maybe you do belong on your knees, because what do you know? Maybe you are just a dumb slut; there’s no need to study if the only thing you’re good for is swallowing.

The shameful thought forces a new torrent of tears to pour from your eyes, gagging once more on both your tears and his cock, and the look of pure despair on your face pushes him over the edge. Aizawa yanks your head from his cock with a curse and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face. There’s a lot of it, the viscous seed slowly dripping down your face. The sensation is downright disgusting. You feel dirty and used, your throat sore, knees burning, lips swollen from his brutal assault. He presses the tip of his cock on your cheek, smearing his load all over your skin with a cruel laugh.

Through your panting, you keep your eyes closed for a little bit, hoping that maybe this is an awful nightmare and you’ll wake up in your dorm, with an extra day to study and a little more hope in your heart. 

The sound of a camera shutter rips you from your fantasy, opening your eyes to see Aizawa grinning at his phone. You’re too shocked to say anything, only staring at him incredulously from your position on the floor in front of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know?” He hums as he tidies himself up and grabs his bag. “So photogenic, I’ll be able to get off to this for weeks. Who knows what good you’d be if you were dumb and ugly.”

You didn’t notice that you had stopped crying, but the fresh tears and sound of your own sobs call your attention to fact.

“Try and clean up before you leave, alright? I know you’re a little too stupid to remember, but I don’t think it’d be a good look for you to walk around covered in cum.”

The door clicks closed, and through your sobs you look around at the room, only to notice that there aren’t any tissues left laying around. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

(But at least you get an A- on your midterm.)

[honeypirate]

walking home with the team

i don’t know what this is i’m just feeling it. just a little something something. soft Tobio that might be slightly ooc because i wanted him to say nice things and not be his usually hard-at-communicating, grumpy, ways.

Kageyama x f!Y/n

I mention reader having a bigger chest and butt

word count- 1730

“Hey” you say sitting next to your blue eyed best friend on the stairs by the vending machine, he looked at you semi-uninterested, drinking his milk, you'd be offended but you knew him and that was just his face. “I brought you lunch, you never remember to bring it during volleyball season so I figured..” you shrug and hand him a neatly wrapped lunch box. “Full of protein and vitamins so you can stay energized on the court” he nods and takes it from you, finally setting down his milk, “thank you y/n” you pull out your identical lunch and dig in “I don't have much time, I have to swing by the office and pick up the delivery of the new girl’s uniforms. I think i will like them, the shorts are much better than the other cut, easier to move in and they don't ride up at all.” he’s eating his lunch now and he looks pleased with your cooking “that’s a relief. Now I won't have to listen to you complain all season anymore” you laugh and bump your shoulder into his “come on Kags, you know you secretly love listening to me complain” he laughs “suure”  “you do the homework for math?” he groans “yes i did” you laugh “It was tough, i had to ask Tsukki for help but he’s a very good tutor” Kageyama scowls at you “that’s because he’s nice to you” you laugh again and start packing up your lunch again “He’s nice to me because i’m nice to him” you stand and put your backpack on “he’s nice to you because he has a crush on you” he says through a mouthful of rice, you sigh and shake your head, you knew Tsukki didn't like you, he never even looks at you when you're talking, plus you already had eyes for someone else.  You decide to just drop it  “see you after practice?” he nods “see you” You pick up the box from the office and drop it by the girls gym before heading to your next class,

After practice you head out to the boys gym, still in your uniform from your own practice, your coach wanted to break them in and make sure the new cut on the shorts and shirts worked for the girls who had bigger chests and butts, just like you. You were overjoyed with the new outfits, you didn’t have to worry about shirts riding up or shorts rolling up either, it was the most comfortable game you’ve ever played. You kick off your street shoes and pick them up as you step through the gym door, as you predicted Hinata and Kageyama were staying late to practice more. “Hey guys what do you think of the new girl uniforms?” you ask and smile when they turn their heads, the rest of the boys walking out of the storage room when they heard your voice. You pop a leg out and hold your arms out dramatically, your hoodie in one hand and your shoes in the other “They’re nice!” Hinata shouts and you notice the blush on Kageyama’s cheeks as he turns his attention back to the ball in his hands and mumbles “looks good” a few other compliments from Daichi and Asahi and then you noticed something that you doubt you would have if you didn't have that talk with Kageyama earlier, since your feelings and crushes were fresh on your mind,  you saw Suga whisper something to him and elbow him before walking away. then you watched Kageyama glance over at you before blushing and scowling and looking away. ‘Wonder what that was about….’ you think you look at him for a few more seconds before shaking your head “hey Daichi do you mind if I practice with them too? Practicing with you guys really gives me an edge against the other girls teams.” he chuckles and nods  “go for it. And keep those two from killing each other” you nod and bow “will do, captain!” you set your bag to the side and put on your gym shoes before heading over to the other side of the net to receive Hinata’s spikes.

You smirk when you see Hinata get into position, You raise your eyebrows at Kageyama and wink as he gets in position himself, the pointed look you get back from Kageyama makes you smile as he takes a breath before serving the ball . You slow your breath and lock on to the ball as it flies through the air towards the orange haired boy wonder, you pop your feet up off the ground in the technique that Hinata taught you and take the extra second to see where the ball is going, once you feet touch the ground again you're moving, back and to the right, in the exact spot he was aiming for, it hits your arms below your elbows and the ball flies in the air in a perfect arc, the power behind the hit pushes you to the ground and you hit your butt with an “oof”

“Nice Receive!!” Hinata yells and cheers for you “you did the jump perfectly too!” you laugh “thanks Hinata!” He is by you in a second holding out his hand “sorry” he says with a chuckle and you laugh, taking his hand, “it was a great hit” you smile as he pulls you to your feet. You practice for thirty more minutes before Daichi cuts you off “Let’s GO!” Daichi yells through the window and you all jump in shock before you chuckle, a little embarrassed by your scared scream. You throw on your hoodie and shove your gym shoes in your bag before putting it across your shoulder, you slip on your street shoes when you walk outside while the other three boys finish putting down the net. “He likes you, you know” you laugh at Suga’s comment “I would hope so” he shakes his head, “no, he likes you likes you” you chuckle and your cheeks flush “are you sure?” your voice is soft and he chuckles before nodding enthusiastically. You think for a moment before you lean in closer to him and whisper “do you think he’ll ever tell me?” Suga chuckles “I think it’s 50/50 at this point. you might have to make the first move” Kageyama exits the gym then, followed by Hinata, “speak of the devil!” Suga says and pats your back, you glance at Kags with a blush before looking back at Suga, both of you busting up in laughter at his look of confusion. “What was that?’ Kageyama says and you shake your head in response, Suga speaks up for you when he responds “don’t worry about it” you smile and Suga walks off with Daichi and Asahi.

Walking down to the convenience store with the boys was a common occurrence for you, you almost always walked home with them ever since you became friends with Kageyama. You are walking next to Kageyama and Hinata is on his other side, you guys in the back of the line, you can feel the tingles on your forearms under your sleeves, from all the boy wonder hits you’ve received, you feel every time Kageyama looks at you and the butterflies in your stomach are insistently urging you to do something, to talk to him, to make a move. You took it as a sign when Hinata gets into a discussion with Noya.

You don’t know if it is intentional or not but you are grateful when Kageyama slows his walking, you match his pace, walking quietly together until there is a decent space between you and the rest of the team, your cheeks feel warm against the cold night air. “Kagey-” he immediately cuts you off “Tobio” you raise your eyebrows and he clears his throat awkwardly, “please, call me Tobio, we’ve been best friends for years” he clarifies and you chuckle “okay, but only if you call me f/n” he nods, his ears turning pink in the dim light cast by the street lamps, “so, as I was saying, Tobio, do you want to get together on saturday?” he sighs “you want me to give you volleyball lessons again” you chuckle awkwardly “um, no... I mean yes! That is true, I do want you to train with me again, you’re the best setter and you’re kind and you don’t make me feel dumb for not getting it right away, but I was actually hoping it could be like.. uum.. a date” he stops in the middle of the street and after a couple steps you stop as well, turning back to look at him. His back is lit by the last street lamp you passed, his face cast in shadows but you could still see his shocked expression “you’re asking me out? On a date?” you start to wring your hands and look down at them as you answer “uuh yes?” you’re kind of worried now, what if he’s gonna laugh at you and call you gross, when he laughs you feel your heart crack with confusion and you look up at him with furrowed brows, he looks just as confused as you. “You wanna go on a date with me?!” he says, his usually grumpy voice was laced with excitement, you cock your head “well I did but now you’re making me rethink it with how you’re acting” he’s confusing the hell out of you and you don’t know if he’s happy or making fun of you. He takes the one step it takes his legs to close the distance between you both and does something you never thought he would initiate, he pulls you into a hug. “I’m sorry, Please don’t rethink it. I’m just shocked you beat me to it, after thinking about you studying with Tsukki i got so jealous i was gonna ask you out when i walked you home.” you laugh in relief and wrap your arms around his middle, your head against his chest, you can smell his deodorant and the fabric softener in his shirt. You pull back and look up at him, keeping your hands on his ribs staying close to him, you lick your lips before you speak and notice him watch “so that’s a yes?” you raise your eyebrows and bite your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond. He laughs and reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear “Yes. I want to go on a date with you.”  the blush on his cheeks matching the pink on yours as he cups your cheek. “I never knew you could be so forward” you smile up at him, hoping he would kiss you, too bad you were interrupted by Hinata running back down the street towards you guys, who, by his own volition and against the better judgement of his friends, decided he needed to find you and make sure you were okay and not kidnapped. Kageyama would slap him for it later, but for now he would settle for glaring daggers at him while you finished your walk to the convenience store hand in hand.

[lupinlongbottom]

Jacaranda

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) was pissed. Not just at the world, but at her close friend, Draco Malfoy. Why on earth did she still trust him? Hang out with him? Even after everything nasty and vile he’s done to her other friends? (Y/N) wasn’t so sure.

Prompt: Would you do a Draco Malfoy imagine of him and the Slytherin!reader being friends despite her good friendship with the Golden Trio and Draco finds the reader near tears (all the years he’s known her, he’s never seen her cry and doesn’t like to cry in public) after detention with Umbridge and when she sees Draco she cries because she associates him with safety and their feelings come out? - Anon

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: A few swears, nothing major my dudes

A/N: This is my first time writing for Draco! Wowie! Hope he’s not too OOC? I’m just so used to writing for the Weasley’s that it was hard to switch it up. Either way, I’m pleased. 

Part 2

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(Y/N) (L/N) was just like every other Hogwarts student. She was occasionally late to class, enjoyed watching Quidditch with her friends, basked in the spring sunlight in the courtyard and rarely found her life to be exhaustingly hectic. Behind her cool demeanor and Slytherin robes, which many found frightening, she was kind, listened intently to others and found the brightest spark in every soul. Her house didn’t define her, which many found hard to believe, resulting in very few and honest friends. The ones that managed to look past it, were worth the fight.

“I don’t understand why you had to go and join that ridiculous squad, Draco,” (Y/N) said, biting into her bland toast. Needed more jam. “That badge is ghastly to look at.”

“Fits with the rest of the ensemble, does it not, (L/N)?” Draco said, flashing the silver ‘I’ in (Y/N)’s direction. “You’re just jealous that Umbridge didn’t choose you. Don’t worry, I can put in a good word for you, considering you’re one of my closest friends.”

“I didn’t apply,” (Y/N) said cooly, spooning more of the berry jam onto her toast. “If I was truly one of your closest friends, you’d know how I feel about that witch of a woman anyway,” she took another bite. Much better.

“That ‘witch of a woman’ is our Headmistress,” Draco scoffed, gulping from his goblet quickly. “She’s doing right by this school, something that should’ve happened a long time ago, I reckon. It pains me to see how you’re blinded by those bumbling Gryffindor grunts, that Potter is filling your head with nonsense.”

“You’re on a power trip, Dray,” (Y/N) sang, finishing her breakfast in two more bites. “If you will excuse me, I have a class to attend,” she turned around, facing Draco once more. “And no, Potter isn’t filling my head with nonsense, I’m just bright enough to look past the muck the Ministry is shoving down our throats.”

“Are you saying I’m thick?” Draco retorted, gaining the attention of the Slytherin girl, who had begun walking away.

“Of course not,” (Y/N) said, smirking. “I’ve known you since we were in nappies, Malfoy. You’re not thick in the slightest, you’re actually quite the intellectual,” she spun around again, this time marching towards the exit. “I just wish you’d be bright enough to turn on the light from time to time.”

“(Y/N),” Draco said, flying up from his seat, trying to match the pace of the girl across the table. “Join the squad,” he panted, having practically ran to the exit of the Great Hall to catch up. “Please,” he reached for her hand.

“Draco,” (Y/N) said, pulling her hand away from his, as if it were a red hot iron. “If I recall, you’re little gang of goons were the ones that threw all of my friends into a massive detention—”

“They were in an illegal organization, (Y/N)! They planned to take down the Ministry—”

“Yeah? Why didn’t I get a detention, then? I was just as much apart of their organization,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms, her posture stiff. “Or did you meddle in that, too?”

“Of course I ‘meddled’,” Draco scoffed. “Do you really think I was going to let one of my oldest friends get caught in the crossfire? Umbridge gave you a second chance to prove yourself, which, by the way, is entirely thanks to yours truly.”

“Bite me,” (Y/N) seethed. “If it weren’t for the fact I was a pure-blooded Slytherin—”

“Traits you should be honored to have, mind you—”

“For Godric’s sake, Draco, can’t I just be mad at you for once in my life!?” (Y/N) said, her tone rising. A few straggling students’ eyes wandered to the two at the foot of the hall. “All my life has been following you, Draco. Listening to you, Draco. Whenever we played as children, we did what you wanted to do. I listened, I played along. I care for you, Draco, I do,” (Y/N) said, her eyes growing softer. “But you have to understand that I’m not the same girl you grew up with. I have different interests, different friends—”  

“You’re still my friend, (Y/N),” Draco said, cutting (Y/N) off. “Yeah, I put up with your timely bullshit, only because I know when the cards all fall, your real allegiances stand with your kind. Our kind. You’ll come crawling back to me eventually.”

“We’ll see about that,” (Y/N) clicked, turning her heels sharply and exiting the hall, leaving the blonde boy at a loss for words. “Stupid Malfoy, stupid hair…” she mumbled, adjusting her grey jumper, the white shirt underneath was poking through the ends. (Y/N) hardly noticed the pink flurry of a woman she had just run into.

“Ms. (L/N),” Umbridge smiled sweetly, almost sickeningly.

“Headmistress,” (Y/N) said, bowing lightly. “I’m so sorry for bumping into you, I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going—”

“Playing with your jumper, I presume?” Umbridge said, the smile not leaving her face.

“Sorry, Headmistress,” (Y/N) said, voice panicked. “My undershirt became untucked from my skirt during breakfast and I—”

“No need for explanation,” Umbridge held up her hand, halting the Slytherin’s words. “You’re in violation of Educational Degree Number Forty-Five, you’re out of proper uniform—”

“I was just fixing myself—”

“Contradicting your Headmistress?” Umbridge squeaked, eyeing (Y/N) down. “Normally the violation of Number Forty-Five results in a handful of house points taken away, but talking back? Consider your activities for this evening postponed. Detention, my office.” (Y/N) stood stunned as the Headmistress walked towards the Great Hall, presumably to get her breakfast.

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“…that sounds completely unfair,” Hermione whispered above her book, eyes darting at (Y/N). The library was near silent, all students were busy preparing for their exams and classes, much like a normal afternoon.

“You’re telling me,” (Y/N) huffed, flipping the page of her textbook to lessen the suspicion of Madam Pince. “I’ve never had detention with Umbridge before.”

“Consider yourself lucky,” Hermione hissed, a slight distain at that fact. “If you only knew the torture Harry’s been through—” Madame Pince eyes the girls down for a moment, watching as they quietly read the books in front of them. She grew disinterested and began shelving books once more. “Hasn’t he shown you?”

“Harry hasn’t exactly been my best mate since he thought I was the one who snitched on the D.A,” (Y/N) quipped, rightfully so. “He never really trusted me in Dumbledore’s Army anyway, always thought I was going to run and tell Malfoy everything about it.”

“Can you really blame him, (Y/N)?” Hermione asked, her expression exasperated. “You’re close friends with Malfoy, the person that hasn’t exactly been the kindest to Harry, or any of us for that matter.”

“You trusted me,” (Y/N) said, pointing her eyes sharply at Hermione. “Bloody hell, Ron trusted me. I feel like these last five years of friendship mean nothing to you lot—”

“We care about you, (Y/N),” Hermione hissed again. “But you need to understand that you’re fraternizing with the enemy. One of these days you’re going to need to step out of both ponds and pick a side.”

“Must there even need to be sides?” (Y/N) said, flipping her page angrily. “Draco has been my closest friend since I was young, he knows me better than I know me at times. I understand that he can be brash and rude, you know I surely don’t agree with the foul things he’s called you in the past, right?”

“Of course I do, I’m not daft, (Y/N),” Hermione sighed. “In years past, it’s been easy to ignore your friendship with Draco, he was just some dumb bully who called people names. Now it’s starting to get real, (Y/N), real scary at the way he’s acting.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I hate seeing him this way,” (Y/N) mumbled, thumbing the corner of her textbook, watching the pages flicker rapidly together in a pulsing wave. “He needs me, Hermione. He needs a real friend, to stop him from going down the path he is. I see the darkness welling inside, the need for power. I want to help him, Hermione, I do.”

“Are you willing to lose your real friends for it? For Malfoy?”

(Y/N) thought back to the boy she grew up with, the one that would laugh at her stupid jokes, egg her on to do stupid things. They would spend the summers under the flowering tree on the (L/N) estate, blue trumpet-shaped flowers falling onto their heads from time to time. She always adored how the color complimented his hair, made him appear softer than he was. It made Draco look nice, caring, unlike himself.

Without hesitation, (Y/N) answered.

“Yes, if that’s what it takes.”

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The walk from the Slytherin common room to Umbridge’s office was a somber one, a death march almost. (Y/N) knew the only reason she had truly gotten a detention was for the matter of fairness, an oversight on Umbridge’s part. Perhaps she regretted not giving (Y/N) a slew of detentions like the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, or maybe she wanted to throw her down a peg, show her who was truly in charge. Regardless, the punishment was impending and forthcoming.

“Ms. (L/N), I’m so happy you could join me,” Umbridge sang, meeting (Y/N) at the foot of the stairs. “Please, if you will,” her hand beckoned to the top of the stairs, leading (Y/N) into the disgustingly pink vomit the Headmistress called an office. “You’ll be doing some lines for me, you can find all the materials you need on the desk I’ve set up for you.”

Upon the creaking desk, (Y/N) noted as she sat down, were a roll of parchment and a single quill. “No ink?”

“You won’t need any ink,” Umbridge smiled, nodding to the quill. “I’m sure you’ve heard of my quills from Mr. Potter, is that correct?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Harry and I haven’t exactly been on speaking terms,” (Y/N) said, lifting the quill upward. “How am I to write?”

“Trust the quill, write as you normally would,” Umbridge said, tapping her spoon against the pale pink teacup on her desk. “I want you to write ‘I will obey authority’,” the woman motioned to the paper. “Try it out.”

(Y/N) tapped the quill to the parchment, almost as a test. No ink bled through. (Y/N) thought for a moment that perhaps the quill was much like those ‘fountain pens’ she had seen some muggle-born students use, the ink trapped inside the body of the pen. It didn’t seem to be the case. Hesitant, she began to sprawl the words onto the paper, red ink appearing in place of her scratching. A burning sensation itched the back of her other hand, almost like a cat scratch. (Y/N) thought nothing of it.

“How many times?”

“Fill the entire page, my dear, front to back,” Umbridge sang sweetly, taking another sip of her tea. “The quill will know if you’ve began to write larger to fill the extra gaps and erase the entirety of your work,” she smiled.

(Y/N) began to write again, the same size as the line before. Again, the burning sensation seared onto the back of her other hand, causing (Y/N) to finally look down. Almost an exact copy of her words were scratched into the flesh of her hand, flared as pink as the walls. Another glance at the ‘ink’ that had been flowing out of the quill and (Y/N) connected the dots instantly.

“This is barbaric,” (Y/N) mumbled, continuing to sprawl the lines. The witch sitting at the desk across from (Y/N) must’ve heard her, for she let out a small laugh. The student continued to write the lines, over and over, filling the space with what she could. She set the quill down for just a moment, to relieve the pain in her hand.

“No, no,” Umbridge clicked. “Continue.” Hesitantly, (Y/N) began again, the words cutting into her like a hot iron, branding the back of her hand with every pass of the quill.

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Two hours had passed and (Y/N) began writing the last of her lines, successfully filling the page, front to back, like requested. (Y/N) pressed the last period onto the page with such vigor, the tip pierced the paper. She stood up, careful to hide her shaking and passed the parchment to Umbridge, who was currently on her seventh cup of tea.

“Good,” Umbridge said, scanning the paper. “I take it the message has sunk in?” She pointed her doe-like eyes up towards the student. (Y/N) nodded. “Shame you had to re-start a few times, but that’s the price you pay when things aren’t orderly, hm?”

“Of course, Headmistress.”

“Outstanding. Enjoy your evening, Ms. (L/N),” Umbridge waved towards the door, ushering (Y/N) to leave. “Oh, and do remember your place, dear. Many would kill to be in a position like yours,” the Headmistress giggled, the tone echoing through (Y/N)’s head like rock to a window.

“Good night,” (Y/N) bowed as she exited the room. For whatever reason, (Y/N) felt hot, like the heat from her hand radiated throughout her entire body. Was it a side effect to the barbaric quill? (Y/N) couldn’t be too sure, this feeling was one she hadn’t felt in a long time. Something was building, something dark, something that needed release. Walking back to her dorm, (Y/N) caught a look at the moon from the hall, finally feeling herself crack. Settling down on the windowsill, (Y/N) allowed her mind to wander, trying to focus her thoughts on something, anything, else rather than the pain coming from her hand. 

It was then that Draco saw her, sitting alone, staring at the moon. He had been patrolling for Umbridge that evening, hoping to break up any unsightly students participating in illegal activities. He hadn’t imagined running into (Y/N) this late into the night, surely her detention couldn’t have gone that long, right?

“(Y/N)…?” Draco asked quietly, approaching (Y/N) carefully. Had he ever done that before?

(Y/N) whipped her head around, finding none other than Draco Malfoy staring at her, a worried expression painted his features. “Draco,” (Y/N) sniffled, pressing the heel of her palm to her nose. “What’re you doing here? Trying to gain brownie points with the wicked witch?”

“Always,” Draco quipped, feeling a pang in his chest. Something didn’t feel right. “I could ask you the same thing. It’s past curfew.”

“What’re you going to do? Take away some house points? Snape would have your head,” (Y/N) said, voice like acid. “Go on, bet you don’t have the guts.”

“I’m not going to take any house points, I’m not an idiot,” Draco rolled his eyes, walking closer to the girl. “Are you alright?” Draco asked, his voice growing softer.

“Like you care,” (Y/N) quipped, watching her friend stand squarely in front of her, weight shifting to one hip. His eyes seemed gentle, somehow softened in the moonlight. “But no, obviously I’m not okay, Draco,” she flung her arms out, circling them lightly. “I wouldn’t be on the verge of tears if I was alright.”

“I’ve never seen you cry—”

“And you never will,” (Y/N) said, hopping down from the ledge, pushing Draco away. “I don’t cry and I certainly won’t let you have the pleasure of seeing it.”

Draco grabbed ahold of her jumper sleeve, stopping her from taking another step. “Will you stop being so thick and just talk to me?” Her shoulder loosened, arm falling. ��Please?”

“I had detention,” (Y/N) said, not turning around. “I’m sure you’ve heard from your lackeys. That’s why I’m out so late.”

“What did she do to you?”

“Nothing,” (Y/N) shrugged, finally pulling her arm away, turning towards Draco. “She didn’t do anything to me. I deserved it.”

“Deserved what?” He asked, glancing down at (Y/N)’s hands, she was holding one tightly, as if she didn’t want Draco to see. “(Y/N), what did she have you do?”

It was in that moment that (Y/N) snapped. Something inside of her broke open like a thousand glass jars. Suddenly, (Y/N) felt hot tears stream down her face as she removed her hand from atop the other, the scratched flesh shining in the moonlight. Draco grabbed it quickly, running his thumb over the raised wound.

“‘I will obey authority’?” Draco asked, looking closer at the scratches. It looked to be in (Y/N)’s handwriting, he’d recognize it anywhere. The wound looked to be healing, hardly would leave much of a scar, thankfully. “She made you do this?

(Y/N) nodded quickly, rubbing the edges of her sleeve around the bottoms of her eyes, trying to soak the tears up quickly. “I’m pathetic,” (Y/N) croaked, laughing lightly. “Crying, in the middle of the corridor. Godric, I never cry in public—”

“You’re not pathetic,” Draco shook his head, releasing her hand. “I’ve never seen you cry before, even when you broke your arm that one summer,” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Fell right out of the jacaranda tree, right on top of me.”

(Y/N) sniffled, fighting a giggle. “You told me I couldn’t climb to the top,” another sniffle. “I wanted to prove you wrong.”

“You did,” Draco nodded, sitting down on the windowsill, patting the empty space next to him. (Y/N) followed close behind. “Climbed to the top like a monkey. Never should’ve doubted you.”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled. “You should never doubt me,” she rolled her sleeve up, pointing at a scar on her elbow, roughly the length of a sickle. “Still have the proof of the cut from your stupid ring—”

“Hey, you know I never meant to cut you,” Draco said, his voice raising. “I stopped wearing that ring after you fell onto it—”

“Fell onto it? You scratched me!”

“I was trying to help,” Draco laughed, amused at (Y/N)’s serious face. “Your arm looked horrific, I tried to help you up.”

“You did stay with me until my mum noticed our screaming,” (Y/N) smiled, recalling the frantic horror on her mother’s face. “You were rather sweet.”

“I’m always sweet—”

“Bullshit,” (Y/N) laughed, finally feeling her sinuses clear, a breath of fresh air filling her lungs. “You? Draco Lucius Malfoy, are not always sweet,” she laughed again.

“I have my moments,” Draco hummed. “When necessary, of course.”

“Right, can’t let anyone see the hardened Malfoy actually care about someone else, can we?” (Y/N) said, pushing Draco slightly to the side. “Sorry, for crying, I mean. I don’t normally cry in front of other people. I don’t know what came over me, I bet I look like a real idiot—”

“No,” Draco said, much too quickly. “You don’t. A bit puffy, but not an idiot.”

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” (Y/N) laughed, tentatively resting her head on Draco’s shoulder. She felt him stiffen for a moment, but ultimately relaxing into the touch. “I don’t know what it is, but even though you infuriate the hell out of me,” her eyes flicked up towards the Slytherin. “It’s… calming to be around you, safe. Like the summers under the jacaranda tree.”

“Is it?” Draco hummed, snaking his arm around the girl, holding her close. (Y/N) nodded wordlessly on his shoulder, wriggling herself closer.  “I think I understand.”

“We didn’t have to worry about stupid cliques, stupid blood-purity, what others thought of us,” (Y/N) said, her fingers playing with the ends of her jumper, the tips occasionally touching her healing wound. “We were young, only had to worry about one another. I wish it could be the same as before.”

“It can be,” Draco said, truthfully. 

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head. “I don’t think it can quite be the same as before, considering…”

“Considering, what?”

(Y/N) looked up at Draco, her eyes meeting his own. “Considering I’m helplessly in love with you, Draco Malfoy.”

“W-what?” 

“Oh please,” (Y/N) scoffed, pulling away from Draco. “I’ve known it for a while, I reckon. I only really looked at how I felt today,” (Y/N) laughed. “You’ll hate it, but talking with Hermione helped me realize it. Seeing your face, after everything I had to endure tonight… it just sort of clicked, you know?”

“You’re right,” Draco scoffed. “I do hate that you’re bringing that filthy mud—” (Y/N) shot him a look, an icy cool glare. “I do hate that you’re bringing up that nasty Gryffindor,” Draco corrected, noting (Y/N)’s slight relaxation in her posture.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) smiled, quite pleased at his change of vocabulary. She really despised that slang, the filth of the word never sat right with (Y/N). “Everything just feels right when I’m with you. Like I’m always going to be safe, be okay, even when I know it won’t.”

“It’s about time you realized it,” Draco smiled, puffing his chest. “I’ve only been trying to get you to see that for five years now.”

“Wow, I confess my love for you and all you go and do is boast about yourself?” (Y/N) laughed. “Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming.”

“You really should’ve,” Draco said, hugging (Y/N) tighter into his side. “I’m just a bit upset, that’s all.”

“How so?”

“I was going to ask you out, proper,” Draco said, rubbing (Y/N)’s arm. “Be the first one to say it. But of course you went and ruined my great plan—”

“Did it involve loads of flowers?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well, you still haven’t said it,” (Y/N) said, hopping off the window. “You have time to make it up to me.”

“(Y/N), that’s crazy, can’t I just say that I love—”

“Nope!” (Y/N) stuck fingers in her ears, humming loudly. “Can’t hear you, doesn’t count!”

Draco laughed, truly laughed, a feeling he only ever felt with (Y/N). Her words had rang true in his heart, surely. He had known about his fondness for his friend for a while, practically since first year. While he loathed her choice in friends, part of him envied the openness of her heart and mind. He would never say that out loud, of course.

“Fine,” Draco said, hopping off the window, standing in front of (Y/N). His hands moved to grab her wrists, gently pulling them away from her head, lacing his fingers with hers. “I won’t say it, then,” quickly, before (Y/N) could react, Draco’s lips were on hers, but only for a fraction of a second. A feather-light touch.

“W-what?” (Y/N) mumbled, stunned. The pink in her cheeks seeping up to her ears.

“What? Want me to kiss you proper?” Draco smirked, ignoring the dusting on his own cheeks, surely. “Guess you’ll have to wait.”

Draco Malfoy was indeed going to be the death of (Y/N) (L/N), but damn, was it going to be worth the fight. 

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starry nights

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

request: no, just felt soft for tsukki

word count: 2.5k+ words

warnings: fluff with barely any plot, a few curse words (?), unedited, maybe ooc tsukki, CHEESY AS HELL, the ending is booty bc i couldn’t find a way to end it

a/n: i wrote this as gender neutral as i could bc i’m a useless hetero so if something is not gn friendly pls let me know!

summary: who knew a stressful night could turn so soft with the help of a certain blonde?

after such a long day, there was nothing more you wanted than a nice relaxing evening before falling into a deep sleep.

the idea of finally getting home and showering after sweating at the boy’s volleyball practice, seeing as you were a manager, sounded amazing. what sounded even better was eating dinner and retiring to your room where you could listen to music in bed as you slowly feel yourself drift off into your dreams.

unfortunately, the only thing you received once you got home was a hard chair pressing uncomfortably into your bottom as you scribbled various formulas onto your notebook.

you were attempting to solve yet another dumb math problem that was assigned to you earlier that day, but you were finding that the results weren’t making any sense. they were far too large to be the correct answer. or were they too small?

you sighed frustratedly as your head began to pound and your butt was beginning to numb. you mentally reminded yourself to ask your parents for a comfier desk chair as soon as possible.

after another failed attempt at the stupid trigonometry problem in your textbook, you felt yourself begin to spiral. your muscles began to tense up and for some reason, your head felt like it was spinning, the pounding only getting stronger. the moment you found yourself struggling to breathe, you decided that it was time to take a break before things escalated any further.

you pushed yourself away from your desk to stretch for a little and to clear your head, hoping it’d be enough to finally let you solve the problem afterward. you might have also done it to get some blood flowing back in your ass, but that’s not the focus of this.

you paced around your room for a couple of minutes before you heard a slight buzzing sound in the room. halting your movement, you turned your head towards the sound and realized it was coming from your phone, which was lying in the middle of your bed.

walking over to your bed, you flopped yourself onto the soft mattress after taking your phone into your hands. upon realizing that your boyfriend was calling you, you clicked on the green accept call button and pressed the device to your ear.

“hey, what’s up?” you spoke as you made yourself comfortable on your bed, grabbing one of your stuffed animals and holding it close to your chest.

“why haven’t you replied to me?” tsukishima grumbles quietly.

“uhh, i did? i’m literally speaking with you, aren’t i?” you raised an eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it.

“i’m talking about my texts, dumbass. i sent you like ten in the last fifteen minutes,” he sighed.

you pulled your phone away and glanced at your notifications, which only proved your boyfriend’s statement to be true. 

frowning slightly you turned your attention back to the call, “sorry, tsukki. i didn’t see your messages until right now.”

back in his own room, tsukishima could be found rolling his eyes at your lack of attention towards him. a quick glance at his alarm clock at his bedside had other worries streaming into his head.

“what are you doing that’s so important at this hour anyway?” the blonde questioned as he sat up on his own bed.

“homework, what else would i be doing?” you replied.

“i don’t know, maybe getting ready for bed? it’s almost ten pm, y/n. you need eight hours of sleep,” he scolded you.

“i know, i know. you remind me of that at least twice a week,” you grumbled halfheartedly.

tsukishima chuckled softly, knowing you were probably pouting at this point, “clearly i need to remind you more often since it’s not getting through your puny brain.”

the pout you wore grew even wider, just as tsukishima imagined it to, “hey, it’s not that puny!”

you could hear your boyfriend laugh a bit louder as you also say up on your bed, cradling the plush closer to your chest, “i don’t know, you come in pretty close to hinata and kageyama.”

“that’s far from the truth and you know it! we’re literally in the same class,” you huffed.

“that doesn’t mean much, sweetheart,” he teased you.

“fuck you,” you laughed softly.

“you wish,” he retorted playfully. “anyway, meet me at the park we pass by when i walk you home as soon as we get off the phone.”

“come again?” you questioned. not really believing what you were hearing, you got out of bed for some reason believing that being up would tell you your hearing was off.

“meet me at the park by your house,” he repeated. 

“you want me to do what?” you asked once again, your mind not wrapping around the command just yet.

“last time i checked, you weren’t deaf. just trust me and meet me there.”

“tsukki, like you said earlier, it’s almost ten at night.” where was your boyfriend heading with this? he isn’t even the spontaneous type! so where was this going?

well, obviously the park but why?

“i’m aware, i can tell time, y/n.” tsukki rolled his eyes slightly.

“it’s also wednesday night, a weeknight,” you continued as you began to walk to your closet.

“i’m also cognizant of that as well. i own a calendar,” he replied.

“we have school tomorrow, kei. you remember that? school? the building we go to and learn in?” you mumbled, still not believing that your boyfriend wanted to meet up at such a late hour.

think about it, tsukishima is an incredibly intelligent boy. he’s probably one of the smartest kids you know. probably even one of the best students in general and he’s asking you to hang out on a school night? after he nags at you about studying for your classes and sleeping at reasonable hours? 

even if he, himself, doesn’t sleep at reasonable hours, but he insists you do it at least.

something’s up.

“how many times do i have to tell you that i know what these things are?” he scoffed quietly.

“as many times as it takes for you to come to your senses,” you retaliated as you quickly grabbed one of the hoodies in your wardrobe, coincidentally it was one you stole from the blonde.

“you say that as if you’re not already getting ready to meet me there,” he teased you as he began to laugh quietly at how predictable you were to him.

“how are you so sure about that, four-eyes?” you replied as you slipped your head into the hoodie that was a few sizes too big.

“i’m sure for two reasons actually,” he began, the tone in his voice sounding extremely confident as he seemed to know you inside and out. 

“one, i know that regardless of what situation you’re in, you don’t pass up on an opportunity to see me because you’re literally a lovesick puppy. two, i can hear rustling through the phone, and taking that first reason in mind, i’m going to safely assume that you’re grabbing a hoodie and some shoes so you can come out and meet me.”

“you know, i really do hate you sometimes. you’re a pain in the ass,” you spoke, voice slightly muffled by the hoodie covering your mouth slightly.

“yeah, yeah, but you know you love it. i’ll see you there,” he chuckled before hanging up on you, leaving you alone in your quiet bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingering on the fabric that wrapped your body in a warm embrace.

once you broke out of your haze, you quietly maneuvered out of your bedroom, making way towards the front door. you slipped on your shoes once you got to the doorway and pulled the door open as quietly as possible, to avoid any unwanted confrontation with your parents, before slipping into the cool and quiet night. 

hands intertwined in the hoodie’s pocket, you briskly walked towards the small park a few blocks away from your own house, impatient to see your boyfriend.

sure, you had seen him a few hours prior to this but you could never get enough time with the blonde. time spent with him always flew by and you found yourself craving his attention more and more as your time with him increased as well.

you knew the feeling was mutual, hence why you two were sneaking out to see each other. but still, seeing such a stoic, and a rather asshole-ish, person like tsukishima act so soft and vulnerable in your presence made you want to risk it all for him. a little scolding or tighter limitations on your freedoms for a few days were worth the time you’d spend with your lover.

glancing up at the sky as the park’s playground began approaching your field of vision, you noticed how clear tonight’s sky appeared to be. no cloud in sight, just miles, and miles of countless stars littering the dark night sky. 

the perfect conditions from some stargazing, you smiled softly at the realization.

refocusing your eyes in front of you, you noticed a rather lanky figure sit on one of the swings, awkwardly shifting himself forward and backward. 

“hey, stranger,” you piped up as you took a seat beside his own swing.

“funny seeing you here, hmm?” he turned to look at you, a teasing expression lying lazily upon his face as he briefly eyed your appearance. more than likely, noticing his hoodie engulfing your figure. 

“yeah, extremely funny. so funny that you had to beg me to come out here.”

“yeah, i really begged for it. i felt as if i would die if i didn’t see you, almost got down on my knees.” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“well, you did have to ask me a handful of times before i agreed to come down. so, yeah, i’d like to think you begged for it,” you mimicked his actions. “just admit that you missed me, to make up for the fact that i snuck out of my house for you. after curfew, may i add on.”

“you act as if i didn’t sneak out of my own house, after curfew as well,” he retorted.

“would admitting that you missed me kill you?” you pouted, crossing your arms together.

“fine, fine. i missed you, okay? happy?” he said as he leaned towards your side, long fingers caressing your side which only made you squirm as it tickled.

you laughed softly before nodding and stretching an arm out in his direction, allowing him to link your pinkies together, a form of affection worth more than a kiss in your relationship. 

“so what made you bring me out on a night like this? i was working on some real important trigonometry homework when you interrupted me, and let me mention once again that it’s a school night.”

tsukishima went back to swinging himself on the swing, his pinky being interlaced with yours caused you to begin to sway yourself on the swing as well.

“after i noticed that you didn’t reply to my messages, i figured that you’d gotten too wound up in your homework. i knew you could need a small break from it all and hearing how tense you sounded over the call, only confirmed it for me,” a small blush rose into his pale cheeks.

“you knew that i was starting to get stressed? tsukki,” your voice began to soften more. “you seriously knew that just by one phone call and a lack of replies?”

he scoffed quietly, attempting to look like he didn’t care but the rising heat appearing on his cheeks and ears told you otherwise, “don’t go making it sound like that, it was just obvious.”

you began to grin at the obvious timidness your boy was exuding, “so let me guess, you noticed i was feeling upset so you decided to help me clear my mind by spending some time with me.” 

“tch, you wish.”

you moved your hand to properly interlace your entire hand with his own, squeezing it gently.

“that’s really sweet of you, kei. i appreciate it so much, it’s exactly what i needed,” you beamed under the moonlight, something tsukishima couldn’t help but find beautiful, his expression softening once again.

“this one trig problem was really getting to me. i was so relieved to hear my phone ring as it gave me an excuse to take a longer break, and it was an even greater relief when it was you who was calling.” as you were speaking, a slight breeze swept up and began to lightly run through your locks, which only caused tsukishima to continue admiring you.

“you know, you’re actually really cute, especially under this moonlight,” he said as he pulled your intertwined hands up to his lips, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“are you insinuating that you used to think i wasn’t cute?” you rose one of your eyebrows mischievously, wanting to fluster the unusually soft boy.

he sighed dramatically, letting go of your hand, “and you ruined it. i was trying to express my undying love for you and you just had to ruin the mood.”

“well don’t let that stop you, i’m still listening!” you attempted to salvage the soft moment as kei began to laugh before he rose from his swing, extending a hand to you.

“maybe i’ll give it another shot after we get a nicer view of the stars.” you could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his eyes when he said this, but nonetheless you stood up to take his hand.

hand-in-hand you both walked to the playground, getting on it and finding yourselves seated at the very top, the starry much clearer at the slightly elevated altitude.

not wanting to ruin the quiet atmosphere, you turned your head upwards, a small smile on your face as you raked your eyes through the endless clusters of stars.

as you continued to observe the space above you, tsukki turned his attention to focus on your delicate features making his smile reappear. there was just something about tonight that made you look so ethereal, he just couldn’t help but fall for you even harder.

“you okay?” you asked when you finally felt his stare on you.

“yeah, i just can’t take my eyes off you,” he breathed out, which led you to smile at him, your heartwarming at the sight of how in love he looked.

“you’re so cute, kei.” you leaned your body on his, your head finding a home on the space between his shoulder and neck.

tsukishima didn’t waste any time wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. in return you pressed a kiss to his lower jaw, your smile pressing against his skin.

with that, no more words were expressed. everything that needed to be said was done in your respective kisses but also the lovesick grins that you both wore for the remainder of that night.

your starry night with your own little moon pressed right against your body.

[xserpx]

Battle Ground Thoughts

Major spoilers below.

The Good

I really enjoyed the last part of the fight with Ethniu. Hendrick's sacrifice was well done, and the Marcone reveal was fantastic. The action was really great, although it did get too much at times, especially the beginning of the fight with Ethniu where it’s more like reading a shonen manga, lots of huge ‘final’ attacks and mist clearing as they wait for the blood spray before someone pulls a trap card. Still pretty likeable.

Marcone as a Knight of the Blackened Denarius is intriguing. My one caveat is that I think it diminishes his post-Small Favor achievements quite a bit, knowing he had access to all that power. It makes sense, especially considering just how much Marcone was able to get done, but yeah, I liked this little twist. Marcone is probably the main reason I would keep reading the books, as things stand.

I like the fact Harry's finally been kicked off the White Council, as he should be. I'm not sure why this is controversial, though. He’s clearly broken several laws, and tbh I was kind of surprised they kept him on after becoming the Winter Knight, like... conflicted interests, much?

Drakul and the Blampires were cool. Wouldn't mind seeing them again.

The Bad

Justine's reveal, while interesting bc omg Outsiders infesting the characters we love, it also absolutely terrifies me in terms of what it actually means for Thomas/Justine both in the future and in the past. A future that might not even happen, now. And considering how long it's been since she was infected, it's entirely possible a lot of Justine's feelings have been manufactured as well. One of the things at the top of my Do Not Want list was Justine or the baby getting hurt, and now we’re here.

I'm severely disinterested in Harry/Lara. I have no idea where it's going, but it's boring at best. Maybe Jim Butcher has an idea for it that doesn’t result in me rolling my eyes, but I’m not feeling charitable today.

Ivy and Harry never got a proper conversation. Also why tf was Ivy dressed in a school uniform for that fight? Unless she's a sailor senshi or something, it just doesn't make sense. Plus she should be in her mid-late teens by now, ffs, not her early teens.

We're still drawing out the Starborn mystery? Ugh, ok.

Michael's cursing out the White Council for kicking Harry off the team... Completely OOC, sorry, I hated it. Michael is a great character because he doesn't swear as a matter of principle. If he had to start swearing, that was a bad hill to choose.

The way the morality of the White Council flip flops depending on Dresden's mood is getting annoying. At the meeting at the end, he says the Council is the biggest defender of humanity, and that he's clearly sitting at the monsters' table, but they're also supposed to be the enemy for treating him as such? Ebenezar and some of the Seniors are douchebags, for sure - especially Eb as it's personal - but Carlos and the rest are solid good guys trying to do their best. After everything that's happened, Harry shouldn't be so freaking bitter. He’s a monster now. Either own it, or make different choices. Also Carlos should’ve told him what Molly did to him. I hate that this hasn’t been addressed and that Carlos just looks like a suspicious bastard when he’s actually sustained life-changing injuries and trauma. Communication generally between Harry and the White Council needs to start happening like yesterday.

Butters needs to just go away, please. Give me a break from this shithead. He's had a few months of training and can keep up with literally everyone. He gets all these Crowning Moments of Awesome, but he never suffers for it, and at this point I'm genuinely wondering whether he'll ever suffer any consequences whatsoever. Also he constantly outshines Sanya, who is ostensibly better qualified, and the Sword of Hope should have been the stronger of the two in that last fight. I’m sick of hearing how great Butters is, and being expected to laugh at all his dumb, nerdy references.

Harry barely thinks about Thomas when he considers his recent losses. Sure Thomas is still alive, but barely, with no guarantees he'll survive or that he'll come back the same person. Harry should be grieving for him as much as he's grieving for Karrin at this point. I also wanted there to be more reason behind Thomas's actions, some sort of conspiracy within the White Court, but there wasn't. It's bad enough being anxious for Thomas, but being anxious for his whole goddamn family is just way too much, ffs.

The Ugly

I mean, I've told people: if I'd tried to imagine a worst case scenario for Karrin Murphy's death, it would have been better than the ending we got. It's worse than James Norrington dying at the hands of Bootstrap Bill. It's worse than Superman's dad dying while trying to save the dog. She shouldn't have died at all, period, but if she absolutely had to go, there is no fucking way in HELL that that was the best way for it to happen. Whether she comes back or not, there is no way to justify that scene. Gard saying she saved everyone by defending Dresden might be a satisfying Watsonian explanation for some, but of all the times, of all the places, of all the ways, and of all the people... JB picked the absolute worst possible combination. Absolute. Garbage. It's not that he can't write decent sacrifices. Hendrick's death was superb! So why the FUCK couldn't Murph get the same treatment? Why the FUCK was she killed off so FUCKING pointlessly? This isn't a real life story. This isn't some hyperrealistic, anyone can die, Game of Thrones type bullshit, where you can just kill off the second main character as shock value and have it be valuable to a bigger theme. This is the Dresden Files, a fucking series where all the women are Playboy models, and there's a middle-aged dweeby guy in sports goggles riding a skateboard and wielding a lightsaber and facing off with a Titan after just a few months of training, and having threesomes with bisexual women half his age, one of whom wears a fucking Avengers t-shirt to bed. It's a fanservice show. So it is not too much to ask for the main female character to be given the kind of death she actually deserves, let alone that she be allowed to live long enough to enjoy a relationship that's been so fantastically built up over 15+ books. (Query: was any of her family at her funeral? Audiobooks make searching hard, and I can’t find out if that was mentioned.) It's not unfair to hate the FUCK out of JB for pulling such a horrible, awful, LAZY move. I didn’t cry when it happened. I actually laughed quite a bit, maniacally, because it was that much of a train wreck. I'm not crying now, either. I'm just so, so tired. RIP Murph.

Granted, I haven't had to wait for a Dresden Files book like this before. Skin Game had a very neat ending, whereas this asks way, way, way more questions than it answers, which is probably more par for the course in this series? But now my two favourite characters are out of the field and may never come back, and I'm just so fucking tired and disappointed, and tired of being disappointed. I don't know whether it's worth staying invested in the vague hope Jim Butcher will start giving a shit about anyone other than Butters, but I can't see the next book being much good when Thomas and Karrin won't be there. When Karrin may never be there again. When I don't even know if the next book will show up, or if there'll be another hiatus resulting in a mediocre story.

I'm predicting that there'll be a Murph-centric short story in the near future that'll probably be a "gotcha!" to all the fans like me who fucking hate how BG turned out. Either it'll finish her off entirely or hint at a resurrection, which may or may not come. Either way, it won't justify her death. It won't make this better.

If I wasn’t as invested in Karrin, I’d like this book more. I can understand if people like it, and there are definitely some good things about it, but it’s hard to appreciate those bits when there’s such a massive pile of stinking shit sitting smack bang in the middle.

[fuckcanontbh]

confessions in plain sight *stozier*

So this is for @ceftali in @stoziersecretsanta gift exchange! Sorry if this is late for you, but it is officially two hours into Christmas for me! This is my first time writing these characters so I apologize for any OOC-ness that happens. This is also my first contribution to the fandom, I hope you enjoy!

Note: bold lettering is Richie’s handwriting, words in [brackets] are actual song lyrics. Does contain swearing.

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The sun beat down on the group, water dripped from their hair, and despite everything huge smiles were on everyone's faces as Mike told a story from the farm. Today was the first day of summer, so all of their backpacks crowded the space as well. Soon enough the group would be dry enough to get dressed and hang out in the club house until dinner time. 

"Look, all I'm saying is that half of the problems in horror movies could be fixed if the characters weren't such idiots. I mean, really? If you see the murderer, why would you scream so he sees you?" Eddie's voice was the only noise as the group headed down into the club house.  "Y-yeah. But you have to t-th-think that it's for dramatic e-effect. The character's can't always have a s-s-satis-satisfying ending." The group's leader argued further with Eddie, the two of them continuing their debate in a corner of the clubhouse. 

"You're actually going to be starting school with us next year, Mike? Maybe now you'll actually believe us on how crazy school can be! All the stories we've told you about Richie and Bev are true, and Richie told me he's got some crazy stuff planned for our senior year!" Ben's excited voice came from another side of the clubhouse, Mike and Bev sitting in front of him on bean bags the group had added when winter made the ground too cold and hard to sit on comfortably. Stan watched all of this happen and then his eyes fell on Richie, who was unusually quiet as he sat in the hammock, reaching into his bookbag for something. "What are you looking for?" Richie jumped at Stan's voice, but quickly pulled a comic out of his bag. "Nothing but the newest X-Men comic, Stanny my boy, you'll never believe the kind of shit Storm cooks up this time!" Stan peered down at Richie, but the boy's grin seemed genuine so he shrugged and sat down, looking over Richie's shoulder. ~ "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow! Meeting at my house at four, right?" Beverly had already made her way up the ladder, but Ben was still waiting for an answer from Richie and Stan. "Haystack, you know I'll be there. Can't let your mom miss me too much!" Stan's hand reached out to smack Richie before he could stop it. "Tell everyone Richie has been uninvited." Ben simply laughed at their antics and shook his head as he climbed out into the little bit of sunlight left. 

"We should probably head out soon, did you want to come over for dinner?" The blonde stood and brushed imaginary dust off his shirt and khakis. "Uh, hell yeah! Mrs. Uris makes the best food around here! Don't tell Ben I said that, his mom's cookies are good as hell." "Yeah, yeah. C'mon Trashmouth, I think mom is making meatballs and spaghetti squash." ~ Stan's house had been Richie Tozier free for about thirty minutes when Stan noticed Richie had left his bookbag next to his bed in his haste for dinner. The zipper was mostly undone and everything was one trip away from being all over Stan's floor. The boy rolled his eyes and bent down to zip it up when a small notebook caught his eyes. The book itself was simple on the outside, but it looked like a bunch of random things were also stuck into the book, making it thicker than it needed to be. It also looked like it was almost full, a slim part of the back of the notebook was still flat. 

"Just leave it alone, Stan, it's none of your business." The boy brushed his teeth and put on his matching blue and white striped pajamas before climbing into bed. Minutes seemed to drag on forever before Stan stopped fighting himself and turned on his lamp before he grabbed the notebook. "It's probably just some dumb jokes Richie's thought of...or maybe some songs he's working on?" ~ 'Science HW due Thurs 28th' 'hang out after school @ quarry' '[Somewhere I'd never ever known, right at the back of my head, it hit me like a flashlight lighthouse beam of light]' ~ "Seems like it's just somewhere for him to put all his thoughts. Wonder who the song's about..." With the idea that the book was just a glance at Richie's mind as it worked a mile a minute, Stan continued reading. ~ 'Bev is the best!! girl offered me smokes even after i had to convince her skipping mrs. hepburns class was a good idea.' 'FUCK BOWERS' 'Math HW due Tues 4th' '[Cause you talk to me and it goes over my head...]' 'operation: get haystack the girl of his dreams walk her to class!! maybe walk her home sometimes? don't offer too much help bc bev hates that! write more of his sappy poems' 'gotta stop with the your mom jokes, not funny anymore' 'why is history so boring? REMINDER: ask ben to explain' 'start saving money-no more big spending at the arcade' ~ Stan scoffed at the thought of the curly haired boy giving up his favorite past time. "What's he even need to save money for anyway? He's already gotten that truck of his." ~ 'work @ 12-9 sat, sun and @ 5-12 mon, wed, fri' 'do i have an "it" factor? don't wanna miss out on making my mark on the world.' 'i don't even think he knows he does it. soft little smile on his face when he gets to a difficult problem, who does he think he is???' 'ma and dad fought all last night again. big bill asked what was up but i didn't want to talk about it. comedy is a good distraction' 'work @ 12-9 sat, sun and @ 5-12 mon, tues, wed, fri' 'glad i saved up some money, had to buy groceries again. ma's getting real bad again. haven't seen dad in a few days.' 'can't believe i got lucky enough to have such good friends. billy invited us all over for a horror movie marathon, ben and bev were put in charge of snacks. seems operation: get haystack the girl of his dreams is in motion. good for him! now if only i could get bill, mike, eddie, and stan lovers...' '[you've been on my mind boy girl since the flood]' 'ma passed out on the couch last night, guess it's a good thing i'm a lot bigger now. carried her to bed then went for a drive.' 'i swear he gets prettier the more i look at him' 'haystack just told me he scored a date!!!' 'HW due wed 18th' 'dad came home last night. got a good earful from him. maybe i should just stop talking? not like i got the nickname 'trashmouth' for something good. wonder if anyone would even notice' 'taught myself how to make chicken alfredo, actually got ma to eat with me.' 'i think i'm gonna tell him' 'nope. not gonna tell him. there's no way it would end good. out of all of our friends he's the least likely to want me' 'they say it is better to have loved and lost than never to love at all. but then it's 2 am and all you can think about is him, and you know he isn't thinking about you' ~ Stan snapped the book shut and quickly shoved it back into Richie's bag, thoughts flooding his mind. "Who is this boy Richie is crushing on? Is it Eddie? Eddie does yell at him a lot...and they have a bunch of classes together." "I didn't know things had gotten so bad at home. Mrs. Tozier used to be a saint.." "Is Richie okay?" He couldn't pin point why, but as  he clicked his lamp off, Stan's chest hurt, but before a tear could escape his eyes he rolled over and pulled his covers up to his chin. ~ "Hey Rich, you left this at my house last night." Stan held the bag in-between them, his eyes refusing to meet Richie's, his chest still tight like the night before. "Stan the Man! My savior, got some important goods in here!" The blonde's eyebrows raised, finally looking at Richie's face just for the boy to look away quickly. "Can't lose my comic so soon now can I?"

"My mom made cookies!!" Ben walked into the living room,  plate piled with chocolate chip cookies in his hands. "Ben Handsome, you are nothing if not the son of a saint, if you know what I mean." Richie dived for the plate, one cookie already in his mouth and three in his hands. 

"Beep, beep, Richie!" Eddie scoffed and bumped the boy's shoulder, taking one cookie from Ben's plate. Stan watched as Richie's shoulders deflated, and the brunet ate his second cookie much slower. Before he could say anything Mike and Beverly's voices took everyone's attention towards the TV. 

"We're not doing more horror movies, we did that like two weeks ago!" Beverly was swatting at the movies in Mike's hands, trying to reach across him to put her VHS into the VCR player. "She's not w-wr-wrong Mike. Let's just do the Disney marathon." At Bill's words Mike sighed and gave in, backing away from the TV so suddenly that Beverly fell forward slightly. 

"Did you see that foul play my good man? Foul play I say!" Richie nudged Bill just to be shrugged off as the boy grabbed a cookie and moved to sit on the couch. ~ "I think I'm gonna go ahead and head home you guys. I'm getting one of those notorious Tozier headaches." Richie stood behind the couch as the credits to Bambi played, bookbag slung over his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, bye Richie." "See ya, Trashmouth." "I think I'm gonna head out too, gotta help my mom clean up a bit before my aunt stays with us." "Dang, bye Stan." "Have fun with that Stan!" ~ "Hey Rich, think you can give me a ride?" The boy nodded and started his truck, hurriedly throwing a couple things behind the bench seat of his truck. 

"Only the best for a prince, amiright?" If Stan didn't know better he'd say Richie's ears had gone a little pink. His truck started and he pulled out of Ben's driveway onto the road. 

"Are you actually getting a headache Richie? Cause if not, I wanna talk.." His hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter but Richie put on a smile and glanced at Stan.

"Always knew you could see through me. Don't know if we can have this conversation without your mother though, she wanted to be the one to break the news."

"Oh shut up asshole." Despite his words Stan felt himself smiling as Richie snickered. 

"I just want to say I'm sorry first. Because I shouldn't have pried. But I thought it was just gonna be stupid stuff. Maybe some black mail material."

"Wait, you read my fucking journal? Stanley that's fucked dude! I would never do that to you. I can't believe you went through my bag. Guess straight cut Stan isn't as honest a man as I thought. Dude, what is your problem?"

A red light had stopped them, and Richie was able to look at Stan in the eye now, his brown eyes angry, but also coming off as slightly panicked. 

"Look, I really didn't mean to get into your heavy shit. I thought it was just gonna be full of those little doodles you do in class and some new song lyrics. I didn't read too much of it Just a couple pages, maybe three tops! It's just got me worried about you."

"What did you read Stanley? Worried I'm sick? I can't really say I'm surprised." Brown eyes rolled and he clicked his tongue as he pulled forward.

"Sick? What- no. I'm worried about your mom and dad." 

"You know that's none of your fucking business. We're just fine at the Tozier residence. Nothing has changed, Went works all the time and Ma takes care of the house. Don't start talking like you know anything about them. Get out of my car, Uris."

"Rich-"

"No, I said I'd give you a ride home, and here we are. The Uris residence. Go help your mom clean up and figure out how to stay out of other people's business."

Stan sighed and hung his head as he got out of the truck, only turning his head towards the street when Richie sped off, a cloud of smoke following him. ~ "Beverly, I really messed up the other day." "Sweetheart, Richie is known for the theatrics, don't let it get you down." "Yeah, Stan, that boy is like a rubber ball, he'll bounce back."

A shaky hand worked it's way through blonde curls, brown eyes bounced around the room, landing on Bev sitting in the window smoking, the radio sitting next to her turned down quiet enough for them to talk over, and Mike sitting criss cross on the bed. 

"Stan, what even happened? I have never seen you this worried over some little fight with Richie."

"Look, I know it was wrong, but I accidentally read his very personal journal." Stan cringed as he said the words, already feeling Mike's eyes on him when Beverly whipped her head in his direction.

"How do you accidentally read someone's journal man?" "What did you read Stan?

Mike and Bev spoke at the same time, and Bev's cigarette was out before Stan could explain. 

"Look, he's just got some shit going on at home, and he doesn't want to bother us with it...andIthinkhemighthaveacrushonEddie." "What was that last part?" "I think he mighthaveacrushonEddie." "Stan, breathe sweetheart we aren't gonna yell at you." "I think he might have a crush on Eddie and I'm not sure why I'm upset about it." 

Mike and Bev shared a knowing look over Stan's down tilt head, Bev's eyebrows raised in a silent question that Mike answered with a nod.

"You may be one of the smartest most oblivious person I've met Stanley Uris." "You've had that boy wrapped around your finger since you became friends in second grade." "Guess you just didn't realize he had you around his finger as well."

Mike's words stung at first, but when Beverly pointed out who Richie's crush was, Stan's face lit up like a light. His cheeks dusted with pink as he met their eyes.

"You're being serious. Fuck, now I've really messed up. He thinks I hate him!" ~ "This is such a bad fucking idea. He hates you right now Stan." With a sigh the boy threw the first stone at the second floor window. It took three stones for Richie Tozier to open his window, and only one glance to see Stan before he was retreating again. 

"Wait, Richie! Please, I just want to talk. Can we go for a ride?" Stan watched with bated breath as the shadow at the window hovered another moment before it retreated.

"Called that one."

And then Richie was climbing down the siding of his house.

"Be careful! Why didn't you use the front door dumbass?" All Stan got in response was an eye roll and a thumb pointing to the car in the drive way, Went was home.

"Oh." "Yeah, oh. Let's go. Been itching to go somewhere anyway." ~ The only sound in the truck was the two boys' breathing and a soft static from the radio. Stan swallowed air and watched as they passed the movie theatre. 

"Look, I really am sorry. I just want you to talk to us more. You're acting like some shitty parenting is where we draw the line, have you completely forgotten that fucking clown?"

"I know. Sorry for being a brat the other day. I just don't like people to see that stuff, I have a reputation ya know? Comedian first, dumbass second, and softie never."  Richie turned left, leading to the outskirts of town.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to ruin this perfect "class clown" persona you've got going on."

"Stanley Uris, did you just use air quotes to describe my entire personality to me?"

A chuckle escaped Richie and the truck air suddenly felt much lighter. "You're a lot more than that you know. You're more than some shitty but perfect timed your mom jokes. We keep you around for a lot more than a laugh." "What else am I good at Stan? All I do is mouth off and tell bad jokes." Brown curls came down from Richie's bun as he shook his head, leading the two of them past a sign asking visitors to come back to Derry.

"They may be bad jokes, but they still make us laugh. You're always the first one to put aside time for any of us, all we have to do is ask. And- stop shaking your head. Who took the time when we were all younger to listen to Eddie explain which of his inhalers were for what and how to administer them? Who learned how to cut hair just to help Bev save money and keep it trimmed? Who helped Mike shear the sheep when Spring started just so he could hang out with us sooner? Who practiced endless tongue twister with Bill to help with his stutter? Who did all that? Richie Tozier did. You give us everything and never expect anything back. All I wanna do is give back. God knows you deserve it."

"Hey now, don't bring the big man into this conversation." Despite the levity of what he was saying, Stan could hear the tears on the other boy's voice. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry. You just have such a big heart, and I think sometimes you don't know what to do with it...I saw the notes about a boy. You know we wouldn't judge you for that! Shit, none of us batted an eye when Big Bill came out as bisexual, so why would we care. You deserve to be happy, Rich. I just want you to be happy." 

The more he spoke, the quieter Stan's voice became and the louder his blood rushed in his ears. Silence enveloped the truck again, and soon the tires came to a stop over a patch of grass. 

"Did you mean all of that?"

Richie Tozier was not a small boy anymore, he was all long limbs of 6'2, and had developed a jawline sharp enough to cut a man, but right now, in the dim light of his dashboard, swallowed by a grey hoodie and hunched over, Richie Tozier reminded Stan of that scared boy in the sewers. 

"Every last word. And I think you should know that a little birdie told me that I might be the inspiration for some of those lovely lyrics in your book..." Glasses nearly flew off Richie's face with how quickly he shot his head up, worried brown eyes magnified by the lenses. 

"Bev, that bitch."

"I wouldn't say that quite yet. She pointed something else out to me too. She said I've had you wrapped around my finger since we met in second grade, but she also said that you've had me wrapped around your finger for a while now too. And I've got to say, she's right. Can't believe she knows me better than both of us. But yeah, Rich, you've had me wrapped around your finger since you told my mom at age six that she had better get used to you because you'd be around for a while."

Richie put the truck in park, unbuckled and shifted to be more in the middle of the truck, and the yellow of the radio highlighted the pink on his cheeks perfectly. "Stan...I don't really know what to say. Still can't believe she ratted me out like that." 

"Say you're gonna let us in more. Say she was right. Say you want to give this a shot.”

"I want to give this a shot. I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since we were twelve." A warm hand gently took Stan's as he spoke, squeezing gently before he scooted just a bit closer. 

"Slow down there Tozier, I've only just opened my eyes to the fact that you might be it for me, let me catch up before we start tossing the L word around. Buy me dinner first at least."

A genuine chuckle and Richie moved back to his seat, his hand still in Stan's. "How bout a late dinner at-", brown eyes glanced at the clock,"-nearly one a.m?" "Lead the way, Tozier. I'll be right with you."

[smolbeandrabbles]

Begin Again - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

GIF Credits: X & X (Shawn’s pending)

Author’s Note: Thank you once again for your request @shantellorraine - just make sure you watch the movie too now! 😉 I mean, I could have made it show specific but... didn’t... First date with Andrew Cody? Yes please I have a Mendo Squad... A Martin Squad... ...Well Now I have an Andrew Squad: @beany-ben @mandy23b  Three Cheers for once again perfect songs 👌 Begin Again - Taylor Swift Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom and associated characters aren’t mine / lyrics not mine / GIFs not mine. Premise: After essentially being dared to date Andrew Cody, you discover he might not be what they say he is... Words: 3004 Warnings: N/A / slightly OOC?

_________ Walked in expecting you'd be late But you got here early and you stand and wave I walk to you You pull my chair out and help me in And you don't know how nice that is But I do

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

We tell stories and you don't know why I'm coming off a little shy But I do...

...And for the first time what's past is past --- It all felt like a joke. Like a set up. Like your friends had led you into a blind date. Like you’d matched with a guy on some dating site who would end up nothing like his picture. Problem was you knew him, so it wasn’t really any of those things. Although this meeting had elements of all of them. 

“I bet you can’t get Andrew Cody on a date - the rest of them, but not him.” Well for a start you weren’t ever one to pass up a dare. And two, of all of them, Andrew would be the one you’d want to date, as much as not want to date. The quiet, stoic, antisocial one, where you could never quite tell what he was thinking... and maybe you wouldn’t ever want to. But he was also the sensible one. The one where you didn’t hear stories... there could be reasons for that. Tell a story about Andrew Cody and you probably wouldn’t live to tell another. You weren’t sure that was the best thing to cross your mind as you walked slowly towards the cafe, you’d agreed to meet him at. 

Part of you wanted to tell one of your friends to be on call just in case... Part of you thought they’d count that as going back on the bet... 

You didn’t expect him to be there. In fact, your excuse to leave would have been him being late. But you were glad he wasn’t maybe because he had a reputation. Maybe because you wanted to prove that reputation wrong...  You had to calm yourself down. It was all that damn last name. Who knew, maybe he was early to prove his reputation wrong too. You were taking every precaution as you knew you were walking into something dangerous. He stood up straight from where he was leaning against the cafe wall and pulled his hand out of his pocket to offer a casual wave. His shirt blue, button up, and pants dark. He’d made an effort. You weren’t sure you expected that either. 

“Andrew...” you tried to ignore that your heart was for some reason beating at a million miles an hour. Never had you felt this way about him. And you’d had ‘conversations’ with him many times. Truth was you were semi-connected to this crime ring as it was. Your cousin was Andrew’s best friend, and you spent a lot of time around your cousins house - because he was probably the coolest person you knew... and you also happened to really like his wife.  But that meant Andrew also spent a lot of time there. Baz also hadn’t been the one to suggest the date - though he’d made plenty of jokes about it before. That both you and Andrew either had verbally or physically attacked him for. But your friends were aware of your connections, and how easy it would be for you to ask the oldest Cody sibling out. 

They thought you’d fail at the first hurdle. That he’d never accept. And you thought he would when he stared hard at you for at least two minutes, to figure out if you were serious or not. Even when he decided you were, the only word out of his mouth was “Okay...” before he looked away from you and got quiet again. 

Baz thought it was hilarious. Catherine didn’t. But both of them spent a good amount of time trying to prepare you for it. Until you had to tell their contradicting viewpoints to shut up! and you’d figure it all out for yourself... he’d help of course. “...You’re early.” 

“Well...” He gave a shrug, like it was no big deal, even though to you it was “Guess I could have been late, seen if you would show... But, you did.” He checked his own watch quick, “And you’re early too. I like punctual. It leaves a good first impression.” First impression, like you hadn’t already had a million conversations with him, but first impression from a dating stance? You guessed being early or on time did give the air of someone who wanted to be here. Did that make you more or less nervous. He looked to the sky for a minute “Inside or outside?” “...Sorry?”  Andrew repeated the question without even one hint of annoyance; “Would you like to sit inside or outside?” “Oh...” It was a nice day, but there was something about him that wanted this to be quiet, private, intimate, the kind of setting he looked like he belonged in; “...Inside, if you don’t mind... I mean if you wan-” He shook his head, turning back to the door he beckoned you ahead of him and opened it for you; “Inside it is...!”   

There was another reason you were doing this. That might have been a selfish, dumb, self-fulfilling reason. Everyone knew you’d been through a bad breakup. (Even though in all seriousness no-one really knew a lot about it, you liked to keep it private.) What happened happened and that was it, but you didn’t like being alone all that much. Maybe going on a date would help. Or give you some clarity of your own.  Maybe Andrew Cody wasn’t the right idea. But here you were. You’d made an effort to look nice too, and you were glad of it. If you had arrived without looking committed, he’d walk away from you. You got the feeling he wasn’t the greatest fan of jokes or games...

He made sure to not walk too far ahead of you to a table in the back; quiet and away from everyone else. You were at least right of that.  Andrew struggled with making the appropriate small talk; also not something he’d usually bother with, but he was trying for you. How long did it take you to get here? How? Was traffic bad? You answered politely as he pulled a chair out, you were about to do the same to seat yourself but he looked at you expectantly; “Oh,” your voice was quiet for a second “thank you...”  you sat, and upon attempting to tuck yourself into the table his hand stayed yours; “No, no, I got this...” So you let him help you tuck your chair neatly into the table before he sat himself. You couldn’t help but stare at him questioningly as he set himself up and neatened everything out on the table. So much for thinking you knew him… When Andrew finally looked back to you he couldn’t help but mirror your look, searching your face for an explanation “…What?” You hesitated for a second, then gave him a perplexed smile; “Exactly.” He looked back to the table with a smile of his own; “Ah, well, you know… It’s been a while. Can’t say the same of you. I guess.” Then he visibly winced “Sorry, that’s probably like dating 101. Don’t bring up the Ex…” He cleared his throat and looked to you, “You know what the problem here is, don’t you?” “No-” He didn’t let you finish, “Well I already know you. You already know me. There’s nothing I can sugar coat, right? We might as well leave now…” “Is that what you think I want?” You looked visibly hurt, which shocked him “…Yeah I know a little of what you do from Baz, but do I really know you? And I… I don’t want to just leave.” He narrowed his eyes at you, leaning on his hand his eyes pierced yours as he continued to search for non-verbal answers; “Why?” Even with what you’d just said the question caught you a little off guard, did you have a reason? Did you need a reason? “Because I asked you on a date…” “Yeah, I realise. Why?” Did he know? Was that why he was asking? “Because I…” Once again he skipped over hearing your answer “Because there is no way that someone like you would want to me seen with, much less date, me. So go on, who dared you to do it? Someone’s gotta…” Andrew acted like he had it all figured out, and you hated that he did have it figured out. Or at least that someone had dared you to ask him… “That’s not why I asked you.” He laughed; “Really?” “YES!!” And suddenly your volume fluxed a little out of control, because you didn’t want him to think that. You didn’t want him to think that they only way he’d ever be asked out was if someone was dared to do it. As if he was a means to end; he didn’t deserve that. Even someone like Andrew Cody didn’t deserve that.

He was looking at you with a different light now. You could see that change on his face and you took a breath; “Sorry…” “No, I’m sorry…” Andrew relaxed a little, back into his chair “That’s what they told me…” his voice was quiet and solemn. “What-!?!” His eyes didn’t quite meet yours; “I ran into some of your friends on the way here… They thought it was hilarious that I might think this was a genuine date.” “…They told you they’d dared me to do it-!?” Your hand covered your mouth; “You turned up anyway-!?” His eyes met yours; “I was here, I might as well have. So you did?” “…They did… But that isn’t why I’m here-!” “Look, you don’t have to lie, if you’re getting something from this…” He gave a gentle shrug; “It’s smart…” “Andrew…” Your voice was gentle and you reached for his hand; “I’m not here for the dare… It was like finally getting pushed into something before being ready for it. I’m not… I didn’t…” You couldn’t hold the look he was giving you now, like no amount of explanation was going to fix this. “…I always like that you were the sensible one, you’re Baz’s best friend and I hear a lot of good things, despite your family’s overall reputation. And I trust his judgement… I’m sorry. You don’t deserve me asking you out on a dare when I actually like you.” “…And do you?” He adjusted his position to force you to meet those eyes of his again; “like me?” He slid his hand under yours, not removing it, but placing it so that your palms were now touching. He didn’t link your fingers, but suddenly you desperately wanted him to make that move. Was he waiting for you to do it? It was quiet admittance; “I do… And if you don’t trust me… I know you’ll trust him.” “Oh. Baz knows?” He raised an eyebrow slightly amused “I don’t think it’s ever been an out loud admittance. But it’s the way he looks at me when I look at you...” You were about to go on, but he turned away from you and to the waiter who had just appeared. You watched him order without listening to a word he said, and suddenly got a little suspicious of the smile on his face. So much so that you didn’t even realise you’d been asked for your order until Andrew turned back to you; “Oh-! I’m sorry…!” You ordered your favourite coffee and cake, a little flustered, and the waiter gave you a knowing first date look. Andrew watched him walk away amused and it made you narrow your eyes at him; “Somethings going on…” “No…” He turned that smile on you now “Nothing is going on…” “…He told you, didn’t he..!?” You could kill Baz as much as you could thank him now. “Oh, no, I thought he told you.” Everything suddenly deflated; “…He…told me!?” Your eyes flew wide “…Andrew!?” “I feel if you’re out here admitting it, it’d be okay for me to. Though apparently not.” You couldn’t help falling for the amusement on his face. That he was letting you see this… “Sh*t! Baz knew all this time!?” “Woah…” He gave you a look to let you know not to give Baz all the credit, holding his hand up; “Barely for 5 minutes, C’mon… This is Baz…” You laughed; “Oh. I mean, I knew you were also the smart one.” “Oh no. He… gets some credit, just be careful!” His smile was careful and he leant across the table again; those flawlessly intense eyes on you; “…So, Y/N… Tell me… what don’t I know about you?” ** You didn’t think you’d ever heard Andrew Cody laugh. Not like this. Not like a real laugh where he looked like he could be on a verge of literal tears. Not at stupid little life stories of yours he’d never heard before, or tiny jokes he was supposed to miss but didn’t. And it was like a realisation that you’d never heard anything so beautiful. His hand never really left yours, and eventually those fingers of his enclosed around yours and you had to control the joy that he made you feel. “Why don’t people ever talk about you like this…?” Andrew paused his own anecdote and his eyes turned confused again; “Huh?” your comment had come out of nowhere, and had been related to nothing he’d been talking about. You realised it was about to make you look like you hadn’t been listening… You copied the way he’d been leaning on his hand earlier and you held his hand tighter; Andrew’s eyes flicked to both your hands like he hadn’t even realised you were holding them… Like that had all been absentminded. But he didn’t withdraw it; just increased the pressure gently to match yours. “Everything I hear about you… It’s always bad news… But why does it have to be like that? When all I really want to hear is good things…” The smile was small and disappeared as soon as it had shown up on his face; “Because no one knows the good things… Why would anyone tell you good things when they can make this the talk of the town?” There was a clarity in the quiet of his voice. He was supposed to be the bad boy, not the one you would date to learn lessons, the dangerous one. The one where when they all warned you to stay away you heeded it; because it wouldn’t end with you crying and broken hearted… It would end much worse. There’s good in him… And I can see it… Even now I can see it… He hides it so well, even though I don’t think he means to… He doesn’t want to. But it’s such a part of him… 

Then you had another sudden realisation, he wasn’t hiding from you. These raw emotional moments he was telling you about, that he was showing you by the way he reacted to everything you said. These stolen glimpses that there was someone underneath the person everyone saw. Or everyone talked about. And people were going to talk about this. You knew that, but he wasn’t telling you to stay away from him; everything about him pulled you in and begged you to stay. And everything about you wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go, and never listen to anything anyone tried to tell you about him ever again. You noticed Andrew shift a couple of times, as his mobile buzzed gently. How he kept his eyes on yours, hanging onto your words as he declined the call again and again. Keep talking, and don’t worry about it… And even your mobile went off once but you reciprocated the feeling, because all that mattered in this moment was you and him and really getting to know each other. Going places you weren’t sure either of you had gone with anyone else. Well, maybe one man… But then three times in as many minutes made him take a deep angry breath; “I’m sorry.” “No… Do you need to get that?” He un-pocketed the mobile and his eyebrows furrowed before it went off again “Ha…” He turned it towards you; a picture of your cousin flashing up on the screen “…Wish I didn’t…” The call dropped again and he tapped a quick text, before setting it down. “They’re always gonna get in the way…” “…What are?” “These jobs. And if you can live with that…” You smiled gently; “Are you asking me on a second date?” “…Why…” His slight smirk was defiant “Do I have to dare ya to get you to accept?” “No…” you flushed slightly as you both stood, and he took your hand again to help you up; “…But are you?” “Might be. Would you say yes?” “Yes.” “Great. I’ll call you… or text you.” His phone went off again and he glared at it “If your damn cousin will give me 5 seconds to say goodbye!” He rejected the call for the umpteenth time “…And I guess I’ll see you around a lot too.” “Guess we couldn’t escape that…”

He walked you to the door, noticing that you didn’t let his hand go. Just as you noticed that kept a smile on his face. “Take care of yourself, okay? And get home safe.” He worried about you, and he was showing it. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head. Why had you never thought of him as someone you could date before? You should have. “Thank you… I’ll let you know I’m home… I promise.” “Good. Just text okay…” He gave a wink, considering Baz again. It made you laugh; “Ok. I won’t interrupt anything important!” “Well,” He shrugged “that’s relative. THIS is important… this is just annoying…” “Be careful.” “Oh…” His eyes softened for a minute, “oh…” and his voice was gentle “…I will…” “Let me know you’re fine…” “…I will…” He reluctantly let your hand go “…You know this is my life, right?” “I’ve always known that…” You took a step forward, making feet inches, and wrapped your arms around him, with a calm smile “…Tell me something about you I don’t know, Andrew Cody…”

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[writingstarling]

Late (Iron dad & Spider son)

3rd POV

With a flick of his signature pose, webs spurt out of the device wrapping his wrist. He swung from building to building in a race against time.

"I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late!"

Peter hurried his pace. He was supposed to meet Tony for the upgrades on his suit. But one thing lead to another at school and he got detention. It was also a bit inconvenient how he has to travel from his school -- in Queens to Stark Industries -- in New York. But who was he to complain? He was lucky enough to get a shot to work with Tony Stark and he wasn't gonna be ungrateful enough to complain about travel.

Peter latched himself onto the glass pane wall of Stark Industries. He scaled up the walls. Squinting slightly every once and a while to check on which level he was. When he finally reached level 95 of the building, he prayed his lucky stars that perhaps Tony was running late too. It wasn't entirely impossible. There were times when Tony was caught up with Iron Man work and came late.

Peter opened the window panel slowly before stealthily climbing in. He did a survey of the dimly lit room that he thought was slightly odd, but didn't pay too much thought to it.

'Thank god, Mr. Stark isn't here, yet.' Peter thought, as he was about to sigh in relief, the lights in the room flickered dramatically.

The sound of slow clapping accompanied by feet slapping the soundproof floor made him second guess his relief. Peter stiffened. He was doomed for sure. Tony was gonna cancel the upgrades and perhaps take away his suit. Again.

"So...," Tony came into Peter's peripheral vision.

"So...," Peter mimicked him, his foot tapping against the floor in a fit of anxiety. Tony took note.

"You're late."

"I'm... late."

"Do you perhaps have a reason for this, tardiness?"

"Uhh," his tapping elevated, "school?"

Tony hummed to himself. Drumming his fingers rhythmically against the holotable.

"Do this again and you can't come here for a week. For now, you're forgiven," Tony shuffled to a nearby chair, "FRIDAY, turn on the lights."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark! This won't happen again!"

The lights lit the room like how Peter remembered it's supposed to be. Peter excused himself and changed back to his civilian attire. Trotting back to the lab, Tony gave him a pointed look. Something that Peter learned to fear.

"So, what happened in school?"

"Huh?" Peter reflexively responded.

"You said you were late because of school. What happened?"

"Oh, uh. I ha-- I mean, my class had extra lessons because... we were left behind!"

"In?"

"Physics," Peter answered too quickly.

"Hmm, are you sure?"

"Yeah..."

Tony arose from the chair, "I recall something that you told me just a few days ago."

"You were babbling about something," Tony rounded the holotable, dragging his hand along the edge of it.

"Do you remember?"

Peter felt goosebumps, but the different kind from his usual spidey senses. This one was laced with knowing fear.

"Uuh, no. I don't think I do."

Tony nodded, the kind of nod that was the I'm-not-really-listening nod along with him rubbing his chin as if in thought.

"Hmm, I see, I see," Tony skidded to a stop across where Peter was standing. The holotable as the only thing separating them.

"You told me, that your physics teacher applauded your physics class for being the first class to finish the whole material. I figure I don't have to continue."

Peter swallowed dryly; he knew what was coming next. He wasn't accepted to Midtown and Stark internship for nothing.

"So, let me give you another chance here, Pete," Tony placed both of his hands on the table and stared down at him.

"What. Really. Happened?"

Peter sighed; he gave up. He couldn't hide anything from Tony.

"I... got.. detention. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

Peter started to tap his foot again, "It's.. kinda complicated."

"Elaborate," Tony sat on his previous chair, an arm resting on the armrest, the other supporting his chin that leaned to his right.

"Well, do you remember Flash, from one of my... slip ups?"

"Eugene Thompson, annoying, thinks he's smarter than you, wants my internship, total mama's boy, and other annoying stuff."

Peter nodded slowly, surprised, "Uh, yeah, him."

His tapping elevated again, "Well, he -- uh, uhm --."

Tony gestured him to continue with his free hand.

"I -- uh, kinda got, into a fight with him," Peter averted his gaze to the right, down.

The silence that enveloped them was almost deafening. Peter wouldn't even be surprised if Tony managed to burn a hole through him from his intense stare. Peter could hear the creaking sound of Tony's chair swivel.

'Mr. Stark stood up.' he thought. His thoughts raced a mile a second. All ending with the same question: what will Mr. Stark do now?

The cat was out of the bag. Peter did something terrible. He fought someone. Someone that's just a kid with insecurities and jealousy -- probably. Honestly, it was either that or Flash was just plain annoying. Peter couldn't care less at the moment.

Tony's footsteps became louder. Peter's shoulders tensed. He faintly could hear the ground beneath him shake. Perhaps it was his tapping. His tapping increased, the ground also did so in tow. Yep, it was definitely him. His fingers fiddled with the suit at hand. Poking, pinching, clutching.

The footsteps halted, "First of all, Pete, I'm not dumb." That brought Peter's gaze to Tony's.

"I'm not dumb and judgemental enough to judge you for having a fight once and a while. Especially with that kid, he's a jerk."

Peter's shoulders hunched in slight relief. But he knew he wasn't totally off the hook, yet.

"So, what did he do to drive you over the edge this time? Because you're usually capable of composing yourself."

Peter clutched his suit tighter, staring at his rapidly tapping foot, "He, -- he said something about you. He said that -- you must be stupid or crazy for choosing me and declining him."

The ground shook harder, "I -- I know that what I did is wrong, but... I couldn't help it." His grip on the suit tightened.

"He was making fun of you so I... I punched him. I was supposed to be suspended for a day, but the principal saw the footage and decided to give me detention for a week as punishment."

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark. You must be really disappointed in me," tears pooled his eyes.

An arm snaked around Peter's shoulders, pulling his head to Tony's chest.

"Okay, I know I'll probably have May and Pepper down my neck for asking, but... where did you hit him?"

Peter rerouted his gaze to Tony. Confused, but answered nonetheless.

"Uh, I hit his cheek."

"How hard?"

"Uhm, I toned it down since I have super strength and all... well, I guess simply put, it was enough to give him a bruise, but not enough to really hurt him."

Tony gave him a noogie, "Well, in that case, just don't do it again."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Like I told you, I'm not judgemental enough to judge you for doing that and besides, that kid's a jerk. He deserves it."

Tony let go of Peter, "Now, hurry up, I don't exactly have all day."

Peter wiped the tears that pooled his eyes and grinned. His foot had finally stopped tapping.

"Coming, Mr. Stark!"

Tony clasped his hands over his ears, "You don't have to shout, I'm not that far away."

He chuckled as he put away his suit, "Sorry."

He caught up to Tony and they discussed about the upgrades that Peter came there for. Both wearing grins as they did.

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I want to give credit to @oh-mother-of-darkness since I kinda tried to write this using her style, I hope she doesn't mind. I also hope you guys like it. Feel free to give me constructive criticism. And I'm sorry if they're OOC. And sorry that it's short, I kinda just wrote this yesterday and decided to finish it today.

Thanks for reading!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

[bulletproofscales]

Hiiii could I please have an insecure chubby Draco x Astoria pleaseeeee

–AAAA i’ve been missing for so long!! SORRY!! i gotta tell you, I had a hard time with this fic, beacuse in all eight books (cursed child included) you barely hear anythign form astorias personality! so i just kep wiorting and deleting in fear it was too ooc. I really hope you enjoy it though! Its not often i see this paiting so i hope i do it good justice!(its about 5k words)–

Draco wouldn’t be awake this early; usually waking up at seven with their alarm set up for both of them. But today was special, a wedding anniversary; not to mention a three month anniversary since they found out Astoria was pregnant. So can your really blame him? He is an emotional guy! Draco was patiently waiting for their alarm to go off, standing in front of their bedroom with a silver platter in his hands. He heard the alarm go off and took the noise as his cue to step into the room. He couldn’t help the fond smile growing on his lips as he saw his wife groggily wake up, completely unaware of the man standing instead of tucked into bed alongside her.

“Morning.” He said warmly, pleased by the way her eyes widened at Draco and the tray on his hands.

“Hey.” Her voice was sleepy and raspy “What’s all this?” Astoria said with a smile plastered on her face as she eyed her husband up and down. He couldn’t help the feeling of pride swell up in his chest, Draco knew his wife was aware of the special date; they would always tried to one up each other on anniversaries like this. But it was endearing to see her playing dumb for him. He knelt at her side of the bed, uncomfortable by the tightness in the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Happy anniversary dear.” His voice poured sickeningly sweet; trying to hold up his sappy act but failing miserably as he saw his wife’s mocking nauseous face. The both of the cracked up genuinely; their relationship was funny like that: more like a friendship than a two year marriage. It was perfect really.

Draco was snapped out of his thought by the straining tightness in his legs which forced him to move and sit next to her on the bed;  maybe someone must have put on a shrinking spell on them. And by someone it means Astoria, she was never subtle with her obsession with her husband’s ass; ever since high school…It was endearing to see nothing has changed. They began eating their breakfast in comfortable silence; caused by the fact that Astoria was now eating for two, which had her with an animal like hunger. Though Draco couldn’t really complain as he was quite hungry himself, the adrenaline of the pregnancy always had him feeling like with an empty stomach. It didn’t take long for them to  begin eating and he found himself squirming on his side of the bed, the tightness in his pants he could feel sinking into his skin.

“I have to say, I am impressed.” He said smugly eyeing his wife. Who turned to him adorably confused, eggs still stuffed in her cheeks.

“What do you mean?” It was barely understandable with the food in her mouth. Smart, with the food in her mouth she can’t laugh and ruin her innocent act.

“You may have fooled me at first, but since last night these pants have been awfully tight. So yeah. It was good while it lasted, but you have to unshrink my pants. Because they are starting to hurt.” Draco felt victory as Astoria began to choke on his breakfast with cackles. He stared with an amused expression until his wife had finished swallowing her food and was able to talk again.

“Oh sweetie. I didn’t do anything.” Her tone was teasing and Draco could tell she wasn’t acting anymore. He felt his smug smile falter.

“What do you mean?”

“Draco, have you honestly not noticed?” The dumbfounded look on her husband was enough of an answer. “You’ve gotten fat.”

He stood there, eye staring into nothingness by his wife’s words. She was running late so she hurried to eat her breakfast and dress herself. Not leaving without kissing Draco softly on the lips. Oblivious to the effects her words have had on him. It took him a couple of minutes to snap himself out of the trance he was in. Slowly and silently, as if hesitating to check; he stood up from the bed. Very much aware of the loud creak it emitted with his movement; and slowly walked up to their full body mirror. His face contorted in disbelief at the fact that Astoria wasn’t being hurtful, she was being honest. Draco stood petrified in front of the mirror; of course he knew the stress of becoming a father had made him turn to food for reassurement. But to say he was shocked by the consequences would be an understatement.

His once slim frame had rounded out, his pajama shirt hugged his stomach tightly, the buttons on it strained trying to keep together. Still dumbfounded he slowly unbuttoned it; he could feel his insides turn at the fact of how easy the buttons slipped open. And there it was. It wa worse than Draco could have imagined, of course he had expected to gain some weight. But he had gone beyond “gaining some weight”, he was properly fat. He couldn’t make that thought leave his head, his eyes lost in the wide expanse of soft skin. His stomach hangs over the tight waistband of his pants, creating a squishy muffin top. The bottom roll was girthy and it folded just above hi slightly flattened belly button; above that, two gradually smaller rolls sat happily. Hesitantly and with fear, Draco forced his eyes to look at his chest, which had transformed from flat to pudgy and turned his nipples slightly puffy. His twig-like legs had thickened, clinging to his pajama bottoms tightly; and even standing up he could feel the restriction his ass felt inside the pants. He walked closer to the mirror, slow, hesitant steps; to take a proper look at his face. His sharp malfoy like cheekbones had faded away, being replaced with a layer of soft fat; a similar thing could be said about his jawline. He hadn’t gained enough weight for a double chin to grow, but the definition of it had been definitely lost.

He felt helpless, as he sat on the cold wooden floor defeatedly. Weight and appearances had always been something Draco had taken for granted in his life. He was always naturally skinny, and the blond hair and sharp features always had him feeling quite proud of himself; even if he had never gone out of his way to maintain it. So for the first time, Draco didn’t know what do about himself. Should he try to lose the weight? He didn’t think he looked that bad, honestly. The curves his body had developed, seemed oddly fitting. And it’s not that bad, he hasn’t gained that much weight anyways; it’s not like Astoria would mind. Right?

His thoughts were interrupted by his own hand finishing its way to rest at the top of his ballooned stomach; he stared down baffled. The softness of the flesh easing his mind. His large hand massaged the dome with strength; the epiphany he just went through a made him forget how full their breakfast had left him. He couldn’t help the loud pleasurable moan that erupted from the back of his throat. Startling himself his other hand flew to his mouth to cover it; though the one in his stomach had not stopped it’s kneading. The pleasure was too good to pass on. Although embarrassed of himself, Draco continued to seek that same spot in his taunt stomach. Lewd groans were muffled by his own hand, as he massaged his overhang. His toes curled unconsciously at the waves of bliss coming from his body. His body was heating up; whether it was form excitement or from shame, Draco couldn’t tell. And even if he did feel ashamed, he was unable to stop, the pleasure was too strong, too addictive. The hand on his stomach would find a spot that hurt when he touched. He would knead until eventually it grew soft, then move to another place; he didn’t even noticed he worked out the entire expanse of bloated stomach was squishy and pilant under his hand. He stayed where he was, his breathing heavy as an aftermath of what he had just done. He was only just beginning to realize.

It was one thing that he didn’t mind his appearance with what most people would call a “Dad bod”, but to get off on the feeling of his stuffed stomach, on the amount of calories he just ate. What’s something completely different. Even if Astoria didn’t like his new figure, DRaco would have been able to stand his ground; since he never was the one to submit to others, specially on matters that only involved him. But he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to even try to explain to his wife, the pleasure he just went through by stuffing himself. He shrunk into himself, shame taking over his entire body. Another alarm took him out of his trance, he looked up to the clock on his bedside table. He should be heading to work by now…

He stood up slowly, his body still clumsy from the bloating and hesitantly walked into their shared closet. He was already heading out late, so Draco took his sweet time contemplating what to wear; he knew it was ridiculous, but now that he has found out how his gained weight made him feel he thought as soon as he walked out to the public, everyone would know. DRaco was suddenly regretting his looking for high end fashion, all his suits being to well made, too extravagant to go by unnoticed. He could count with his hands the amount of basic pieces of clothing he owned; yesterday, that would have been a fcat Draco prided himself for. But today, he couldn’t help but pray that his only black slacks would slip past his thighs.

It took a couple of jumps and pulls but he finally got them up; it was obvious he hadn’t worn these in a while, since between the two ends where he was supposed to button them, was about an inch of soft skin keeping them from buttoning. With a crimson blush on his cheeks, he took a big breath in, and sucked the fat in; he almost fainted but he finally got them closed. Draco bit his lip, he didn’t even have to look down to know how tightly these pants were digging into his stomach; he didn’t want to look. Mainly because he would know he would be turned on by the sight.  He didn’t, have many plain white dress shirts either… and his stomach had grown so much more than his legs. Draco felt his insides turn, whether it was in fear and anticipation or in lustful excitrement; he didn’t know. He swallowed thickly and picked out what he remembered to be the last white shirt he had bought; he slipped his arms in, paying special attention to the way his arms filled the sleeves more than they used to. He began to button it from the very top, too afraid to confront the struggle that would be the thick overhang at the bottom of his torso. His chest wasn’t too hard, there was no problem buttoning it, even if it clinged to his body like never before. Recalling his experience with the slacks, DRaco sucked his stomach in beforehand; though it still took a painful amount of time to get all of them…Well, all of them instead of one.

It doesn’t matter how hard he tried, the button right in the middle of his stomach, right where it was at its largest, would not close. At this point, if he tried thinking any more about it, he would get a boner, so Draco bent down, blushing at the way his pants became if possible even more restricting. From the bottom drawer he took what he knew would be the only thing big enough to cover not only the patch of pale skin across his softened abdomen, but he’s gained weight altogether. With disgust he pulled out what had been his mother’s gift. He couldn’t believe he was honestly gong to use that disgusting sweater. And with that, he walked out their chimney with flu powder in his hand, 30 minutes late but still. Normally he only did this when he was extremely late to work, but today it was mostly to avoid the exposure of going outside. Though soon enough he was inside his crowded workplace, luckily since he was thirty minutes late, none of his co workers were there to walk alongside with him; but he knew he would have to eventually face thm when he reached his floor.

It was Friday, which meant most people were trying to get as much work done so that there wasn’t any extra deadlines to finish in the weekends, so Draco got lucky as he walked through his floor into his office, without a single head rising up to greet him. He hurried inside and closed the door immediately after; he was sweating. It wasn’t even that warm, but now a days it took less heat to warm him up. At the thought Draco could feel the overflowing arousal and shame, though now it was almost buried by the frustration of it all. The confusion of it all motivate him even more to fall into his chair; his mind deciding to ignore the loud creak it emptied, and get to work. It was easy to get into his routine, he really did love his job. So DRaco was fast to let his worries at the back of his mind.

Perhaps he got too lost in work, because before he knew it, there was no paperwork left for him to do, he checked the clock and it was around noon. The insecurities from that morning came back to him…Maybe skipping lunch wouldn’t do him any harm. Yet the conveniently timed rumble in his stomach was stronger; he didn’t have to eat anything unhealthy to cure his hunger, right? He stood up and excited his office, many of his coworkers were talking outside; Draco felt his body tense up; and he had to remind himself that: No, just because he just found out he enjoyed getting fatter,  doesn’t mean the entire world knows.

“Hey Malfoy! Why you disappeared all morning?” It took him off guard to formulate an answer as he walked towards them though it was easy.

“Today was a wedding anniversary so, yeah.” He didn’t plan on sounding as awkward as he did, yet it erupted a wave of laughter and nudging from his coworkers.

“Ah Malfoy got busy!”  He laughed along as he walked with them to eat. They always went to the same place, and although he was trying to maintain the idea of eating a light lunch , as soon as the smell of the dinner across the street hit his nose, that very idea left his mind almost as soon as it came to him. They were pretty much locals by now, the table of 7 always reserved for them. Although he used to sit in the middle of the otth, he was to self aware of the amount of space he took up now so he resigned himself at the end of the table.

It didn’t take long before one of the waitors came to them to give them their menus, although most of them already knew it by heart. Draco eyed the thing from top to bottom and as he read he could feel his mouth watering at the foods listed. You are just picking one though. He thought to himself.

“So what can I get for you?” The waiter asked with a notepad in hand. Good.

“Uh yeah I would want a double bacon burger, with large fries, a portion of mac and cheese, oh some of your onion rings too,  and a large coke please.” Fuck! Draco stared down at his fattened lap, to embarrassed to see his co workers’ probably shocked expression. He could feel all eyes on him, and alongside that, an intense wave of arousal at the public embarrassment. He decided waiting silently for the conversation to rise back up again and discreetly join in until their food came would be the best.  And he silently thanked his coworkers for forgetting the initial shock from his order and continuing like nothing had happened.

By the time their foods arrived Draco was starving and  it was impossible to avoid the awkward difference between the amount of food everyone got and how much food Draco got. Though he didn’t even have time to notice as he began to dig in like he hadn’t eaten in days. The rest continued to talk, side eyeing him as he munched on his meal. Draco could feel them staring, which only motivated him to eat the dishes even faster; they didn’t have that big of a lunch break anyway.  As he ate, he could feel all his worries and concerns melting away, no coworkers looking at him, no insecurities about what he felt for his body. Just him and the meal.

Although he had almost triple the amount of food than any of the other people sitting at the table, Draco finished way earlier; his stomach gurgled in pain. But luckily the chatter was loud enough to hide it; or so he hoped. He sneaked his hand underneath the table to try to repeat what he had done after today’s breakfast. Though there wasn’t much he could do with all the people around; he tried to ease the discomfort with a hand slowly rubbing circles through the distasteful sweater. He looked down discreetly, he had chosen to wear that sweater for the mere fact it hid his gained weight well enough. But looking it at it now, with a bloated stomach, you could see the curve of it clearly as the sweater hugged the expanse of his ballooned middle. It wasn’t enough, he needed to properly massage it, the flashbacks of earlier that day were making him desperate for that same pleasure he made himself feel. So he erratically took out his wallet and placed a bill big enough to pay for all that he had eaten and stood up abruptly, causing a pang of pain to course through him, and concerned looks from everyone who was eating.

“I forgot I have this presentation to send.” He lied, everyone’s look turned empathetic and understanding as he walked out of the restaurant as quickly as his stuffed stated allowed him to; it was more like a waddle to be honest. Luckily for him most workers were still on break so there was nobody arun to see him hold his bloated stomach with his hand, like his pregnant wife would do.  As soon as he got into his office he closed the door behind him and sat in the chair violently. Causing yet another wave of pain that went straight to his stomach. Automatically his two hands reached underneath the sweater and unbuttoned the lower buttons form his dress shirt, the tightness of it stopping his hands from going underneath it.

His hands began to knead the taunt flesh with strength, and he had seen how empty his floor was, so he allowed himself to groan as loudly as he wanted at the pleasure. He leaned back on the chair, his legs spreading wide open and his head thrown back as his hands worked his way around the hard dome. Although the pleasure wasn’t as great as this morning’s, but there was still a string of content hums coming from the back of his throat. That was until he slid his hands down to grope his expanded overhang eating a lustful loud moan out of him.

“Draco?” He could recognize that voice anywhere. What was Astoria doing here?! The stood frigid as he heard the door to his office open; slowly looking to see his wife, petryfied.

“A-Astoria I-” Her began to explain but then found out there was no other way to explain what was happening other than the truth.  But before he even collected his words she spoke.

“You, you are into this aren’t you?” He could not define the tone in her voice as anything but disappointed. He began to open her mouth, even if he didn’t know what he was going to answer. But he was cut off yet again by her wife. “Come with me.” She didn’t let any room for arguments. So Draco stood up ignoring the still raging pain inside his abdomen and walked alongside her.

The silence was tense as they walked to their apartment. He could feel his body sweating as a consequence of his nerves; he tried to think of what could be Astoria’s reaction, but she had always been unreadable when she wanted to. So without talking they entered their apartment, DRaco following silently as his wife went to sit on the couch in their living room. They stood there  sat in uncomfortable silence, until she decided to speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice, although quiet remained demanding.

“I think it’s pretty obvious. ” Draco tried to explain simply through the wobble in his voice was obvious to both of them. He bit his lip to stop it form quivering.

“Yeah, but I thought you trusted me.” And for the first time in the entire time since she walked into him, he was able to read what Astoria was feeling, hurt.

“I-I do! It’s just, I really just figured out how I felt today, and, I was still so confused about it all.”His voice grew weaker with each word. “I was, kind of hoping that it was a one day thing and I didn’t have to even tell you…?” Draco stared dumbfounded as his wife giggled at the confesion. “What?!” He yelled with his voice a couple of pitches higher than he had intended; it only made Astoria laugh even harder. “I have every right to be scared to tell you! Thank you very much! Unless you are already into this…are you?” She gave a sheepish smile.

“I don’t know!” She stated simply. “But, when have we ever given up upon a kink before we even tried it?!” She exclaimed and then proceeded to shake his head in fake disapproval while clicking her tongue. “Tsk tsk, I thought you knew me better than that Draco dear.” He could feel his entire body relax at her encouragement. “Should we try something, now?” She asks curiously but the excitement pouring from her voice. “You aren’t too stuffed are you?” Draco could have answered automatically to her question; though the pleading in Astoria’s eyes made him convince himself that, he still had some room.

“It takes a lot more to stuff me these days.” He answered with a sly smile, which only got a squeal from his wife as she stood up with a jump.

“Ok! There is no time for cooking, so muggle chain restaurants, should do it.” Astoria got a hold of her phone, which they had bought once they moved to London with a mainly muggle population, though they didn’t use them as much. She began to hurriedly type in numbers and she did an abundance of calls.  By the amount of time she was taking, Draco was beginning to worry how much was she actually ordering; and wondering if they really should have jumped into this without investigating first…Of course he had to fall in love with the only Gryffindor in her family, that was just his luck. In what could have possibly been 20 minutes later, Astoria comes back to the living room, a pleased smile adorning her face.

“How about I help you with that.” Her tone was innocent, though Draco tensed up; he had only done this himself and to have her wife ready to launch himself made him scared if not aroused. She curled to his side, her slim body completely pressed against his as her dainty hands began to roam his still bloated stomach. Draco did no effort to hold back his moans at Astoria’s skillful hands kneading as much of his stomach as they can. She had leaned in closer to his thickened neck. He shivered at the feeling of her warm breath against the skin, but he couldn’t control the loud whine from the back of his throat when he felt moist lips leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. Astoria’s breath shifted from his neck to his ear where she whispered. “You ate so much, didn’t you? You are filled to the brim, but you couldn’t let an opportunity to pig out, can you?” Her lips were brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. HIs eyes were closed but he nodded desperately, earning a low chuckle from her. “Let’s get you ready to eat then.” And with that she continued to massage the hard dome. Draco decided to let his body unwind as his head fell back and his legs spreaded. This position gave Astoria the opportunity to change her position as she climbed her husband’s fattened lap, sitting on it promptly. She placed both of her hands at the very top of Draco’s taunt middle and slowly began to push the flesh, earning a loud groan form the man underneath her. Their moment was cut off by the doorbell ringing, and as if nothing was happening Astoria innocently hoped of her husband’s lap to get the door. A few moments later she re entered the living room, with bags upon bags of restaurants Draco did not know of. Her grin was wide and mischievous; though he wasn’t too worried, his stomach had softened on the most part by now.

She reclaimed her seat on Draco’s lap, wiggling to get herself comfortable; the friction earned a lewd groan from her husband. Astoria had something wrapped in colorful paper, what he could only guess was a muggle burger, a really big one at that. The paper was tainted with grease, and he’d be lying if that thought alone wasn’t making him excited as his wife unwrapped it held it with both hand sup to Draco’s mouth. He closed his eyes and opened wide for the whole burger to fit in his mouth, preparing himself for the cheap taste. Draco’s grey eyes snapped open, he was taken aback when he actually found himself enjoying what he was eating, this would make everything easier. He ate eager, lustful eyes staring directly to Astoria who couldn’t tear her eyes away from her husband. As soon as he opened his mouth again, more of the burger is shoved into his face. He took a larger bite than before; a sudden want to make Astoria proud came to him; if this was going to be her first impression of a feeding session, he might as well give a proper show.

He moaned around the food, cheeks stretching wide at the amount he had taken in, he smirked with full cheeks as he felt Astoria press closer to him. At this point he was trying to swallow his bites as soon as they came in, and Astoria was easily adjusting to his quick rhythm. With such a quick pace, it didn’t take long before the large burger was finished. DRaco pouted at the lack of food that was being given to him.

“Aw, don’t worry love. I’ll make sure that by the end of this, you won’t be asking for any more servings.” Her words held a promise. A promise of him being stuffed to the brim by the end of his meal, Draco couldn’t control the way his body squirmed under his wife at her luistful yet gentle words. Though a wave of pride took over him as he answered.

“We’ll see about that.” His tone challenging. He had only had began to purposely stuff himself today, he was in no place to make statements like that, but he loved a good challenge. Astria arched a single eyebrow, her smile playful.

“Guess we’ll see.” She said with a similar package to the burger he had just eaten in her hands; though this time it was if possible even bigger than the last one. As she unwrapped it DRaco gaped at the three burgers stacked on top of eachother, cheese and bacon in between each one. Astoria took her husband’s open mouth as an invitation as he shoved the burger inside without any hesitation. Deaco choked a bit, before he began to eat w¡as fast he could; chewing and swallowing with incredible speed, when he opened his mouth again, Astoria was biting her lower lip her eyes trained to his mouth. She fed him what was left of the burger in a matter of minutes and soon enough, Draco was asking for another dish; his smug smile only growing at the sight of the familiar pizza box; this was going to be easy. Or that’s what he thought, until his wife opened the box and revealed that this was no ordinary muggle pizza, as i¡it was heavy with fattening toppings and grease staining the box. Although he was beginning to feel comfortably full, he couldn’t help his mouth watering at the sight. Aware, of her husband’s reaction, Astoria wasted no time in in picking up a juicy slice and feeding it to Draco. This time, the loud moan that vibrated from the back of his heart had been unintentional. He ate his way through the first slice quickly, and repeated the process until have of the pizza was gone; Astoria was about to fed him the next slice, but the discomfort on his stomach was becoming too much to tolerate.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, silently although with only them in the room it resonated and caused her to shot up with worry in her eyes. This was the first time they were doing this, there was no way for her to know what is her husband going to say. “My stomach is beginning to hurt.” He said shyly, wincing a little bit at the concern growing onto Astoria’s face.

“W-what do I do?” Her voice sounded broke, even scared. Draco took her hands and placed them on his hardening middle.

“Just um, okay, start massaging like that.” With his hands in top of hers he began slowly and lightly pressure onto his stomach. “And meanwhile I’ll finish the pizza hm?” HIs voice was soft and reassuring. And as his wife began to properly knead the taunt flesh, he cou don’t help the praise that escaped his lips. “Yes, yes. Just like that, darling.” His eyes were closed now as he ate one of the remaining slices on the box, he smiled as he felt Astoria grow a little bit more confident under his praise. By the time he was finished with that solace, he bent over to reach and grab one of the last ones; as he was doing so, Astoria’s dainty hands found a specially hard spot on the bloated overhang of his stomach, earning a loud needy hum that made his entire mass vibrate. He felt himself blush at his ow noise, but his wife seemed to thrive on it as her hands settled at the very bottom of his abdomen, kneading the ballooned flesh eagerly. With the two hands rubbing the pain bloatedness away, Draco finished the two last slices with ease, and with a nwo softened stomach; he found himself proud.

“Hate to break it to you, my dear.” He spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. “But we are done, and l am not as stuffed as you promised I’d be.”  His tone was smug, he had won. His wife broke into laughter.

“You can’t possibly think that would be all, did you?” Draco’s eyes widened in shock. “I have a whole other set of bags in the freezer of sweets. We aren’t even near being finished.” Her tone was playful and Draco gulped with anticipation as she once again hopped off his lap and came back moments later with what she had promised. This ought to be a fun anniversary.

[kiribaku-some-cute-stuff]

Sero Week Day 1

@sero-week

Older Sero / Embarrassed

The Legend of DKFSTA

(posted on WST cuz I couldn’t wait on mine)

Disclaimer: 

This Fic is trash—beautiful trash which I adore and would die for—but trash nonetheless. This fic has not been beta’d in any way, shape or form. Expect type-os, punctuation abnormalities, continuity issues and possible/probable OOC issues. At the end of this fic I will give you the template in order to play this dumb game. (it’s the same one I posted last night.)

Also, I was going to add reaction images but they were breaking up the story so I left ‘em out, if you want the reaction image version hit me up and I shall post it. 

Anyway you guys have been warned lol rated T Word Count: 4.4k    

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“I’m sorry this game is called what now?” Sero asked incredulously as he joined Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tooru, Uraraka and Tsu in common room. He agreed to join in on their collective sleepover for no other reason than to make sure certain “individuals” (one individual if we’re being honest) wouldn’t mess with them. However, the girls decided to sweeten the deal by promising to watch one of Sero’s favorite movies. It was kind of a guilty pleasure movie, so the offer was pretty appealing. And well  look it may seem like a small thing but… the kid was a little lonely lately, and he was sure that this would be the one thing to cheer him up! Right?

Wrong.  

What he would soon discover, was that there was a catch. Of course there was. Poor Sero… This is the tale of how he got dragged into playing the insidious game he would ever be cursed to participate in.  

“I told you it’s called D-K-F-S-T-A.” Mina rolled her eyes

“That is not the name you used at all.” Sero said pointedly

“Well, whatever. Look it’s fun I promise.” Mina’s demonic like grin suggested that this game in particular was anything but fun.

“Mina, I love you, but your definition of “fun” is far different from others’.”

“He’s got a point.” Jirou said in a bored tone, “Although, I gotta admit the game is kind of fun. In a very dumb way. Unless you’re too chicken.”

“Are you trying to pull a me right now?” Ser asked, “I’ve done this enough times to Bakugou to know what you’re doing. But hell I don’t see the harm if you it’s alright...”

“SERIOUSLY?!” Mina screeched, “I’ve been your bestie since year one and you trust Jirou’s opinion over mine?!?!???”

“Mina.” Sero eyes locked onto hers, “Do me a favor and, think back to last week when you and Kaminari thought it would be fun to—

Mina put her hand over Sero’s mouth,“Ok-OK! Fair point! We don’t need to talk about that.”

Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Tsu and Tooru all gave the two of them the most terrified glance. They sort of  wanted to know what Sero was going to say but at the same time… they didn’t want to know. So they just left it at that, and hopefully the actual event was not as insane as what they were imaging, but knowing the meme queens...

“Alright fine, whatever so like how to I play this? Is it like MKF?” Sero’s eyes widened when all of the girls groaned at the same time.

“Why the hell didn’t we just play it like that!?” Tooru yelled

Uraraka face palmed, “That would have saved so much time.”

“Because it’s not as scientific that way!” exclaimed Mina

“Oh yes, because the ancient method of Mash is much more “scientifically accurate.” Jirou said complete with air quotes as Momo chuckled beside her.

“Scientifically accurate?” Sero asked.

“It determines your soulmate DUH, same as MASH, but you know better.” said Mina.

“Right…”

“This is too silly I’m going to bed, night guys.” Tsu said going to sleep for the night. Everyone wished her a good night and Sero wanting this to be over so they could just watch the dang movie already. He again picked his favorite guilty pleasure movie—a romantic comedy—what? He’s allowed to like ‘em jeez! Half the damned reason he agreed to this was because a) he knew he wouldn’t be judged and b) he wanted someone to watch it with him and this was the perfect place! Oh well, this game can’t take that long right?

“Okay, guys seriously? Just tell me how to play.”

“You got it my Office Supply Guy!” Mina beamed as Sero shook his head, “So here is how you play. You give me a list of 10 people you like as platonically ONLY. Then you give me a list of another 10 people but this time it’s people you find hot—or well: attractive, aesthetically pleasing and/or who you would hypothetically/potentially would want to date. Then, you give me 2 sets of numbers 1-10, then a set of 6 numbers in random order from 1-10.”

Sero was trying very, very hard not to laugh, this sounded fucking ridiculous, “Oh, is that all?”

Jirou smirked as Tooru, Uraraka and Momo stifled their giggles

“You guys—just come on okay? I’ve been trying to get the guys to play this but Kirishima knows better, Bakugou would never and Kaminari doesn’t have the attention span for it.”

“Mina. I barely have the attention span for this, so what am I supposed to do again? List 10 friends or whatever? Also wait what do you mean Kirishima knows better, cuz I’m not gonna lie that is more than mildly concerning.”

“Duh, Kirishima and I went to the same middle school, remember?! We all got bored and played it there all the time.” said Mina “But to answer your other question yeah, give me 10 people you aren’t attracted to.”

“Okay easy: You, Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima—

“Noooo you can’t put Bakugou and Kirishima on the same list.”

“What? Why?”

“Because they’re dating! You match up people in the first set you name with the second—trust me it’ll all be clear when we start.”

“Mina, none of this is clear, you do realize that, right??” Sero said feeling like his eyes were ready to roll out of their sockets

“In Mina’s defense it does make more sense as you play.” Uraraka smirked. See that should have been the first sign that something was wrong with this game. Uraraka never smirked, and if he were being honest… it was the most terrifying thing he’d ever seen.

Sero sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “okay fine, so leave them off?”

“Or you put one on this list and the other one on the, people you wouldn’t mind dating list.”

“Or the ‘hotties list’ as she called it when we she made me play it.” Jirou rolled her eyes.

“Right, okay so my list of friends who I do not want to date take two: You, Kaminari, Jirou—”

“Ouch, me I get but you’re putting Jirou on the platonic list?”

Sero went red, “I—I don’t mean I don’t think Jirou’s unattractive I just—Jirou and I fist bump, I feel like once you’re in the fist bump zone that means you’re buddies for life and that’s kind of it and I—”

“Mina, can you stop torturing him?” Momo asked.

“Yeah, otherwise we’ll never get to the actual game and then no movie.” Jirou yelled in Sero’s defense, “No worries Sero, I feel exactly the same way.” Jirou fist bumped him in solidarity, besides she’s ashamed to admit it but she was pretty excited to see who Sero would be matched up with in the end.

“Okay. Fiiiiiiiine. So Sero on your first list you have: me, Kaminari, Jirou and you need 7 more people.

“Seven… right, uh…Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu… um… shit this is hard!”

“Right?!” Tooru squeaked, “It’s actually really hard to list all of these people! Oh but yeah you can totally list us under the friends list.”

Sero blushed, “Well… like what if I dunno I’ve had a crush or two on some of you—from like first year.”

“Oooooh who?!”

“Uraraka and Momo…”

Momo and Uraraka blushed, “Aw Sero!” Mina squealed.

Sero, realized he should have trusted his instincts. This insidious “game” was a trap. “H-heh, so okay how many more people do you need?” look into editing

“Well, let’s see, we have you—

“What? I didn’t list myself.”

“Yeah, I listed you—MASH rules the host can add one person to each list—now shush. You have listed: You, Me, Kaminari, Jirou, Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu. Great! Four more to go!”

“Tooru, Uhhhh… Oh! Camie, Inasa, and Shinsou! Done.”

“With the first list you are, and aww I’m glad you and Shinsou are friends! I feel badly that he didn’t get moved up to the Hero class sooner.”

“Yeah me too he’s a really great guy, and wait I gotta do the same thing in the other list?”

“Yep! So if you would please list of the people you could potentially see yourself being with, and/or you find cute.”

“Aw Jeez, what is this the most complicated game known to man?” Sero said exasperated AF, “Fine. But Mina? I’m giving you this list once and only once and if you miss somebody then that’s your fault and you have to fill in the damn gap.”

“Ok, ok, I got it… go!”

“Uhhhhh, ok, Momo, Kendou, Uraraka, Iida, Shouji, Ojiro, Awase, Shindou, and um… um. N-Natsuo?”

“Natsuo… as in Todoroki’s older brother?”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess? I mean he’s pretty cute, and I’m running out of people to name.”

“He’s four years older!”

“Again, you said people I thought were cute! He’s cute it totally counts! I’m not saying I’m gonna jump his bones or anything! Anyway, that’s ten right?”

“Nope that’s nine but since you choose a slightly older Todoroki, I am putting our Todoroki.”

“Y-You can’t do that.”

“Oooooh yes I can and I am.”

“Fine, I change those last two, to um—um…”

“Nope, no take backs and you took way too long on the friends list, this is the list of hotties you are stuck with.” Mina gave a mock innocent smile

“You’re only freaking out about it because you have to deal with Todoroki being on the list.” said Jirou struggling to hold back a laugh

“And the only reason he only put Natsuo on because it’s safer option.” Momo said coyly, “ You chose him because it means you wouldn’t have to say Shouto.”

Sero went red, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“That you like him… a lot” Uraraka chirped

“I do not. I mean yeah we’re friends, just friends.”

“Mhmm… sure.” Tooru laughed

“You guuuuuys!”

“Seroooo!”

“Ugh, sure whatever you say can we just finish the stupid game? Random numbers?”

“Yep 10 random numbers 1-10 2x plus 6 random numbers 1-10” Mina clicked her pen a couple of times and Sero rolled his eyes for probably the umpteenth million time during this dumb game and spouted out numbers. What the actual fuck had he been thinking when he agreed to this shit?

“Alright! Now we can start!” Mina squealed with glee, “So here’s what’s going on, the first two number sequences you gave me? Well, they match up to names on either of the two lists. So I’m going to give you two names aaaaaand you’re going to tell me if you’d think they’d be a good couple or not.”

Sero blinked, “What?”

��Sero, you’re not a dumb guy, stop acting like it. Okay, you for example got paired up with oooooh Shouji.”

“I’m going to say this again. What?”

“So your name was first on the friends list, and when you gave me the list of 10 numbers you said the number 2 first. That effectively gave you the number 2 and on the other list, you named Shouji fifth but in the number sequence you said the number 2 fifth. Hence you getting paired with Shouji. So now I’m going to give you couples based on number matches and lol you’re going to tell me if you think they’d be a cute couple or not, and I record your answer as yes or no.”

“Okay, I suppose that makes sense… so what the fuck does D-K-F-S-T-A stand for.” Sero filled with dread the likes of which he had never felt before, When Mina answered. “Oh that, heh you’ll see.”

Sero swallowed hard, “O-Okay?”

“Great, so do you see you and Shouji together?”

Sero did not miss the fact that they were all silently laughing at his misery, he also didn’t miss that he was going to have a fun time explaining all of his answers, “Yes…”

“Oh my god I knew it.” Tooru squealed

Sero groaned, “He’s a nice guy okay?!”

“Right and kissing him during truth or dare last month has nothing to do with it?” Jirou playfully punched his arm.

“Sh-Shut up Jirou! Unless you want me to pull out some receipts on all of you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Ok, ok next, oh oh wow lol nope,” Mina laughed.

“What?”

“Me and Ojiro.”

“Oh, definitely not, Ojiro deserves better.”

“HEY!”

The room burst out in fits of giggles.

“Kaminari and Iida.”

“Huh, yeah kinda—wait actually nope, def not. They get along super well and I love both of them a lot but I feel like they’d be missing chemistry?”

“Oh same,” said Ochako.

“Right?” said Sero

Mina wanted to get to the “good” part of the game so she interrupted, “Jirou and HA! Natsuo.”

Before Jirou could even open her mouth Sero said “No. I didn’t realize it was gonna be like this, you guys were right he’s way too old.”

“Not old enough for you to have a semi crush on him.” Jirou smirked

“No, that’s Todoroki Shouto you’re thinking of.” Momo giggled

“Would you guys shut up about that? Look okay yes, I’ve stayed over at his house a couple of times and yes—”

Mina’s widened in shock “He let you stay at his house?!”

“Well uh—yeah when his dad’s not home. Listen remember during our last break? My parents got the dates all mixed up, and they were out of the country. I was just gonna stay at the UA dorms but Endeavor was on a mission in Osaka and Todoroki insisted I come home with him. Natsuo and Fuyumi are really nice, I actually owe them my weight’s worth in grocery money for sure but they wouldn’t let me pay for anything. So—why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Oh nothing” Momo smiled oh-not-so-innocently

“Absolutely Nothing.” Jirou shrugged her shoulders

“Not a thing.” Uraraka said her hand propping up her chin in mock contemplation.

“Nothing at all.” Tooru hummed

Mina didn’t care about subtlety and just plunged in, “So... you’re like sure there’s nothing going on with you and Todoroki?”

“Is this seriously what we’re going to be talking about the whole night?” Sero said desperately trying to calm himself down to rid his cheeks of the epic blush that was currently decorating his face.

“Depends, when you uh stayed over at his place… did you guys sleep in his room?”

Sero opened his mouth to offer some sort of a response but his words died before they could reach his lips. He instantly made a tight lipped smile and refused to look at any of them.

“OH MY GOD!”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Honestly Sero, you are hopeless.” Mina shook her head, “Okay, Tooru and Kendou.”

“No, not really, you guys don’t talk enough.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” Tooru yawned in agreement, “Aw man... guys I hate to tap out early but I’m exhausted, pleeeeease you have to tell me how this ends.”

“Oh you know it girl, sweet dreams!”

They all wished Tooru good night which luckily let Sero have enough time to collect himself for the next onslaught of questions. He thought he was prepared, he thought it must be close to finishing right? He could do this… well that’s what he thought before he heard Mina cackle.

“Oh god who with who” Sero dreaded asking.

“Tokoyami and Uraraka.”

Everyone cracked up at that because well no matter who Uraraka ended up with, unless it was with Midoriya it was gonna be a no (and the boy wasn’t even listed).

“Lol nope, she has eyes for only one person on this earth.”

“Sh-Shut up!”

“Oooooh ok, I see, so it’s okay to humiliate me, but not you.”

“Well duh I’m not the one playing the game.”

“Yeah well—

“Sero stop arguing with Uraraka, the faster we get through this the faster we can—Oh My God,” Mina struggled to keep a straight face, “Shinsou and Shindou.”

Everyone cackled, and admitted to himself internally that maybe this game wasn’t that bad.

“You know what? Weirdly enough, I kinda see it. If only for the reason that Shinsou wouldn’t let that smug good looking asshole get away with shit.”

“You do realize you and Shindou kinda look alike,”  Momo offered.

“No we don’t?”

“You kinda do though,” said Jirou.

“We do not, what drugs are you all taking?”

“We aren’t on drugs, you guys do look a little alike and It’s not a bad thing.” Ochako chimed in.

“I’m aware, he’s nice looking, but I mean we don’t.”

“Sero…” Mina for the first time that night gave him a soft look.

“What?”

“We know why you’re saying that, you’re good looking!”

“I’m fine looking.”

“Sero.”

“Moving on please.”

“Ugh fine, oh! Camie and Momo!”

“Awwww, that would be kind of adorable.”

“She is pretty…” Momo sighed wistfully

“You know I could set something up, right?” said Sero

“No no! That’s okay!”

“You sure?”

“I could set you up with Todoroki,” Momo countered.

“We room next to each other so like lol if that were ever to become a thing, which it won’t. I swear I’m a big boy, I’m more than capable to do it on my own.”

“Yes, because you’re so good at telling someone you like them,” said Jirou.

“You know what Jirou? Those who live in glass houses…” He gave her a pointed look causing her to mutter some choice insult phrases Sero’s way.

“Moving on,” Mina hastily smoothed over, “Oh! Inasa and Todoroki.”

“Yeah I can see it heh,” Sero shrugged, “considering they dated for a bit this summer.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, they like had a lot of fun and like I-I dunno they kept trying to make it work and it was really hard though... because of the distance. But yeah like yeah they were a thing, I think they ended it for good but I don't know...” Sero shrugged, "I'm pretty sure Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima were supposed to meet up with Inasa tonight, maybe Camie too. They might get back together, and like that would be nice..."

“Oh Sero…”

“Why are you “Oh Sero-ing” me? They make each other happy, plus it’s not like I have a stake in this.”

“Sero, it’s okay you can admit you like him, who are we going to tell?” Momo asked gently placing her hand on his back. Sero couldn’t look at her so he just responded with, “He’s my friend. How many times do I have to say that? Of course I like him, but like just as a friend. I didn’t put him on the other list you guys did, anyway...” The girls gave him a look but Sero gave them his winning smile, “who is next in this crazy game or is that it?”

“Alright…” Mina hesitated, wanting so very desperately to make sure Sero was okay. Yeah they messed with each other a lot but Sero was family to her… but the boy was stubborn as hell so she just moved forward. “Okay! Oh god! Satou and Awase!”

“LOL nope. They’d like run out of things to talk about in 5 minutes or less, so is that it?”

“No! Now, we get to the really fun part.”

“The really fun part? Oh hell, the fuck is “the fun part.””

“Yup give me 6 random numbers 1-10.”

“Mina, you totally made this game up.”

“I DID NOT! You can ask Kirishima!! I swear! We played this in middle school all the time!!!”

“What hell dimension did you guys go to middle school???”

“Oh just come on!!! You’re taking forever!”

“Because you keep talking!”

“This is ridiculous,” said Momo, “Give me the notebook Mina I’ll do it from here.”

“Oh good idea he’ll answer you without a fuss.”

“I’m not making a fuss!”

“Kinda are.”

Sero rolled his eyes and gave the random numbers to Momo, “Ok what do I need to do now?”

“Answers these honestly AND you have to explain your answer.”

“O-Okay?”

“Would you date Ojiro?”

“No, I mean he’s awesome but… it’s just… I know he has a crush on someone else and it would feel really weird if I went in there and asked him out. Like it just seems very inconsiderate and like… you know why bother asking a friend you know isn’t into you out? It will just wreck the friendship, and yeah, like who wants that, you know?”

There was a collective aw from all of the girls and Ochako reached out for Sero’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about feelings you may or may not have for someone?”

Sero sighed, “I appreciate your attempt at ambiguity Uraraka, but um, lol yeah we’re not going there, because there are only so many times I can tell you all he’s just a friend without taping you all to the ceiling.”

“Okay would you kiss...” Momo blinked before continuing. “Oh me!”

“I would.” Sero smiled and kissed Momo on the cheek.

Momo giggled, “Aw shucks Sero.”

He snorted, “Never say that again.”

“Yeah I regretted it the instant I said it, thank you for the kiss.” She playfully shoved his shoulder with his.

“Oh anytime lol.”

“Okay would you go to First Base with Natsuo.”

Sero’s eyes bugged out of his skull, “Nooooo. DEAR GOD NO! Like you guys said he’s like 4 years older! AND I DIDN’T  REALIZE IT WAS GONNA BE LIKE THIS!!!”

“Right well, now you know for next time.”

“What makes you think I’m ever playing this stupid game ever again?”

“Because it’s ridiculous, it’s fun, and again it will determine your soulmate!" Mina said in a sing-songy tone, "Now. Would you go to second base with Awase.”

Sero went pale as a sheet, looked away and mumbled out his answer.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said… w-well, since it’s already happened I guess I gotta say yes.” Sero rubbed the back of his neck

“I’m so sorry, what?!?!!!?” They collectively screeched

“Uh. Details. Now. When the heck did this happen?!?!?!!!” Jirou demanded

"Ugh, ok... so... remember that time we had training with 2-b last trimester? The one off campus? We had that party? Awase and I got matched up for seven minutes in heaven and like neither of us had really kissed someone with tongue before… So like yeah we um started kissing and um then… u-um well... like we progressed to um making out and it was n-nice.” Sero swallowed hard, “And OK SURE maybe we got a little carried away in the moment—but like!!! IT WAS ONLY THAT LIKE ONE TIME AND NOTHING HAPPENED WE JUST MADE OUT and had somewanderinghands BUT NOTHING BELOW THE BELT!!!”

“OH MY GOD HOW HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD US THIS BEFORE?!”

“WELL YOU WERE AT THE PARTY!!!”

“Oh my god this makes so much sense now, you looked like a rumpled mess. Did you guys ever try dating after?” Momo pressed.

“W-we might have made out a couple more times, but that was it. There was kind of no romantic feels there, as much as I wanted there to be then I could have just moved on from–”

“From?” asked Jirou.

“Nothing, no one, it doesn’t matter. Next question?”

“Would you go to Third with HA omfg Shindou.”

“Well for one, ew no. You guys said he looks like me and I can’t ever unsee that and it’s so weird to think about now. And two, he is much of an asshole as he is amazing to look at, absolutely not. Can you imagine? He’d allude it to everyone anyway. Not say it outright because you know “his image™.”

“Oh god what a nightmare yeah, besides he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Awwwwwww Mina, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“IT IS NOT I’VE SAID PLENTY OF NICE THINGS TO YOU IN THE PAST.”

“Uh-huh after you’re done torturing me that is.”

Mina gaped at him like he’d just slapped her, “RUDE.”

“Okay Sero, last one.” Momo laughed and then her eyes widened, “Oh my god. Okay just know that I did not do this on purpose. This is actually just who you got.”

“O...kay?”

“Would you go all the way with Todoroki?”

“Wh-what?”

“Would you–

Sero blinked, and interrupted, “No, I’m not answering that. There is no right answer for that. If I say no, you’re going to say I’m in denial or some bullshit.”

“You are totally in denial,” said Mina.

Sero glared, at Mina before sighing, “And if I give you my logical answer, you’re gonna make a big deal out of it and I’d rather not do this. It’s–look can we just pretend that like I said whatever you want me to say and we can move onto the movie or something?”

“But after you finish this one then we calculate your “soulmate”, with you know science.” Jirou smiled

“Right. Science. Weren’t you the one to point out how BS this concept of “MASH science” is?”

“Well yeah but this is the last one and like we don’t mean to actually bother you about this.”

“Aw yeah, come on Sero, we promise we won’t make this into a big deal. Besides it’s not fun to poke fun if you’re not actually having fun ya know?” Mina gave a very OVER enthusiastic grin, which melted Sero’s misgivings

“Oh alright.” He took in a deep breath, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Hypothetically? I would–hypothetically–b-because we’re friends and I know he wouldn’t laugh at me, or make me feel more self conscious than I already am. And that yeah, it would be awkward as hell, and sure it would be ridiculous, but it would be like nice? I don’t know, I just trust him, and I think if hypothetically we would do that… then like it would maybe even be fun? Or… I don’t know I just can’t really see even saying yes to anyone but him...” When he looked up he saw the girls’ mouths gaping, and he instantly looked away completely missing the girls’ waving and signaling for him to STOP.

“I-It like wouldn’t be weird I guess? Again, like I trust him and I-I dunno. I just think going all the way with Todoroki would feel natural instead of… terrifying ya know? And--”

Finally Mina screeched, “HI TODOROKI HOW’RE YOU DOING?!”

Everyone went completely still as Sero turned around with a breakneck speed only to see that Todoroki was not in fact out with Kirishima, Bakugou, Camie and Inasa. He was instead, standing right behind him looking pretty bewildered slapped across his face. All that could be heard next was Sero softly uttering, “o-oh fuck.”

[el-d-ritch]

all evens,,

            100 character development questions           (for in depth and ooc answers, go send numbers to @somnolentis)

002. do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?

nah.

004. do they prefer being alone or with others?

i don’t really know anymore. i guess i’d lean more towards having company, but honestly the idea just makes me feel nervous now.

i know not everybody would end up thinking i’m a freak but it feels like enough would to where i probably shouldn’t even bother. i guess i could take some precautions but what’s the point of having proper friends if i can’t even tell them anything.

a lot of that is probably just baseless anxiety, i know. 

006. what sense do they most rely on?

it’s kind of hard to explain that. 

i guess my hearing used to be the best. my sight has never been that great and tbh i could probably use glasses, just never bothered to get them.

but now, it’s sort of different. there’s like a seventh sense that’s just… a knowing of things. like having a memory of something without actually having the experience. 

some things i just know. not because of sight or sound or anything i’ve learned, really. i just know.

sorry. i know that doesn’t make much sense.

008. what is their favorite fairy tale?

i really like beauty and the beast. it’s cute.

010. who they believe in love at first sight?

i don’t know. maybe. i’m not super cynical about the idea of it, anyway. but it’s been so long since i’ve felt anything even remotely like a crush that it’s hard to really say.

012. what makes your character embarrassed?

god. so many things.

i think the worst is when people make tentacle or vore jokes. it’s so embarrassing. like both for myself and for them. as if i haven’t heard them all already.

014. detail one secret shame your character feels.

everything about me physically probably. not exactly a secret. i don’t have much else to be ashamed about i guess other than how monumentally stupid i was when i was younger.

rest under read-more because this is so many fucking asks, dude.

016. what is their choice of weapon?

i used to really like swords.

but

swords in the real world is fucking dumb, so a pistol, i guess. i learned that the hard way. hands on weapons don’t mean shit when you’re going against a bullet.

that among other things i’m capable of.

018. your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

become a hermit in the woods once and for all i guess.  

020. what are their hobbies?

i really like learning about space. that’s one thing about me that hasn’t really changed at all.

collecting different sorts of hats. i have every color i think. which is dumb because i wear the same one every day.

i’ve kind of gotten into photography lately, if only because there’s a lot of beautiful scenery around the forest and the city. feels like it would be kind of a waste to not document some of it, you know?

plus dave really likes coming with me whenever i decide to go on a walk around the woods. i’ve let him take a few pictures before and they all look like shit but it’s kind of endearing to look at. i put them on the fridge.

022. what is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

sort of relevant to the last one, but still space.

there’s something so calming about looking up at the stars and knowing just how insignificant you are. the idea used to unnerve me but now it makes me feel at peace knowing that no matter how badly i fuck up, it won’t mean shit in the grand scheme of the universe.

something really comforting about that.

024. what do they consider ugly in others physically?

bad hygiene like most other people although if blood is involved i don’t really care. i may as well be a vampire considering how used to it i am. it’s like i barely notice.

other than that, hell if i know. i don’t really have a place to judge aesthetics anymore. it’s all about the personality.

026. what do they consider ugly in others personality-wise?

unnecessary rudeness for sure. it’s super grating and not at all as cool as people think it makes them look.

on that note, though: people who can’t take a fucking joke. there is no faster killjoy than making a joke and having someone act like you just insulted their dead godmother. fuck.

someone who can’t just properly banter back and forth with me. i hate when talking is like pulling teeth. i hate having to be the one asking all the questions just to keep them engaged in a conversation. boring as fuck.

028. what makes them laugh out loud?

whenever dave does something especially stupid that i know i’m going to bring up in ten years just to embarrass him.

that’s always fun. 

it’s another benefit to liking photography, too. i can document it so he can’t say i’m lying. i think i’ll make a scrapbook.

030. do they believe in the afterlife?

eh. i did but it doesn’t really matter anymore if i do now. although i guess it’s kind of a given that i do to some extent considering i’m already a dead man walking.

i’m not going there anyway. to the proper afterlife, i mean. 

032. does your character believe in ghosts?

yes.

i mean.

gestures to myself. 

i’m a fucking zombie technically speaking so it would be pretty fucking hypocritical if i didn’t.

034. what’s their view of lying?

it’s stupid.

at least anything that isn’t a harmless little white lie, i guess. 

i don’t know. personally i don’t do horrendous stuff so i don’t really have much reason to lie myself. it’s not hard just to tell the truth.

036. how honorable is your character?

probably not that honorable. i can’t imagine anyone aspiring to me like me.

038. what bad habits do they have?

so fucking many, you don’t even wanna know.

smoking and drinking, although it doesn’t matter much because it won’t have much of an effect on me, but it’s still a bad example to set for dave. i try to avoid doing it around him at least.

uh, other than that. self harm, i guess, but it’s mostly unintentional when it happens. it’s just really easy to hurt myself.

040. what is their obsession?

what a weird question.

i don’t know, trying to be a decent brother?

042. what is their greatest achievement?

don’t really have any. i guess the fact that i’m still friends with spirit is something i’m pretty proud of.

044. what disgusts them?

not much, if anything. i’m not really a judgmental person.

046. how do they handle getting sick?

lol. i’m always sick.

048. do they have any allergies?

yes. cats. that’s all i’m aware of. idk if it still applies.

050. how does your character feel about their own mortality?

i don’t.

052. what is your character’s worst flaw?

oh, i don’t know, everything about me? have you met me?

i guess personality wise i’m pretty bearable but if you met me irl you’d realize how stupid a question this is.

054. does your character want power or authority of any kind?

no.

056. has your character ever struck someone in anger?

no. i’ve pushed someone, i guess, if that counts.

if my older brother wasn’t dead i’d probably punch him in the fucking head.

there are other people i wish i could hit, too. but they’re already gone.

058. what is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

i don’t have one, really.

060. what is your character’s attitude toward education and learning?

it’s good.

the education system sucks, though. i had a shitty time in school.

i’m really worried for dave, when he’s older. i hope he doesn’t go through the same shit i did. and if he does, i hope he doesn’t react the same way i did, too.

062. what sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?

i don’t really care about leaving a legacy, but

i just really want to be a good brother. someone dave will be able to look back on and actually recognize how much i cared for him.

that sounds cheesy as hell, sorry.

064. in what ways does your character annoy others?

the self deprecation probably gets pretty annoying. i’m pretty self aware of that but if i’m insulting myself, i’ll do what i want.

066. does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

i have the luxury of being stuck in between both.

i like nature, though. i like the solitude.

and nature doesn’t judge you the way people do, either.

068. how strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? what kinds of things trigger it?

decent now, i guess. i have two jobs, i have a kid, i pay my bills. 

i used to be super irresponsible and immature but i don’t really have the choice not to be right now. so it doesn’t matter what does and doesn’t trigger it. i don’t have a choice.

070. what about your character is cowardly?

that i’d rather just stop trying rather than fix how badly some things are fucked up.

sometimes you drain yourself out so much that giving up is easier. dealing with the guilt is better than dealing with misplaced hope.

072. in a dungeons & dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.)

hmmm. tough choice.

i think i’d like being a fighter. eldritch knight seems pretty fitting, after all.

074. what is your character’s favorite game?

don’t really have one right now.

i like pokemon, though. who doesn’t?

076. how do they express anger?

i’d rather not talk about that.

probably not well.

078. how emotionally stable is your character?

not.

080. how easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions?

i don’t know. haven’t been told that yet. i haven’t had a proper friend for a few years.

i used to be very easy to read in person, though. i wonder if that’s changed or not.

082. what are your character’s sleeping preferences?

anything that’s even marginally comfortable. i don’t have much for standards.

084. describe your character in one word.

complicated.

086. How would your character describe themself in one word?

and messy.

088. is your character quiet or loud?

quiet.

090. how bodily expressive is your character?

i don’t really know. it’s another thing i don’t pay attention to until someone points it out to me, and i’ve changed a lot in the past few years.

i guess i’d need an outside opinion.

092. what emotion does your character evoke in others?

fear, usually. unease, most of all.

this isn’t really me patting myself on the back. there’s an actual sort of energy that goes to it, that isn’t.. really mine. it just exists around the very nature of what i am a part of.

094. name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

what you’re feeling.

if you’re lying or not.

the meaning of life.

096. how do they move and carry themselves? what energy do they project?

lazily, i guess. i would imagine i look like i always want to drop dead. it’s how i feel, usually.

098. does your character like animals?

yeah. i have a cat and a dog. i love them to death. pun intended.

100. does your character dream? if so, what do they dream about?

sometimes.

of the dark and the things that crawl in it. the realm beyond ours and other things i really can’t explain.

it’s just beyond my ability to, really. it would be easier if i could just show you but i can’t.

i’m used to it. as used to it as i can be without going crazy, anyway.

but it does bleed into reality sometimes.

[chokememrstark]

A Dangerous Game // Samifer

Chapter: 12/15

Words: 2681

Summary: Sam comes across a very interesting book that describes a ritual in which one can play a game with the Devil. His curiosity is sparked and even if he doesn’t think he will ever actually do it, Sam soon finds himself face to face with this very entity. Things take a very unpleasant turn, but despite that, Sam is going back, as if something pulls him towards Lucifer.

abuse, violence, bullying, black magic, no hunter!au, a lot of angst, a lot of hurt/little comfort

Note: Because I feel I need to add this: Dean is pretty much a complete asshole in this story, so if you’re uncomfortable with that you might want to reconsider reading it (or tell yourself he is completely ooc, fine with me too xD)

Note²: This chapter is long and kinda awkward in some places, I don’t apologize, just warning you xD

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Thanks to @sassysupernaturalsweetheart & @brieflymaximumprincess for their wonderful beta reading and keeping me company while writing this story ♥

Tagging: @spnyoucantkeepmedown @samlicker83  @wait-what5 @xantcear (if you want to be tagged, just drop me an ask or contact me via IM)

Sam was furious and hurt at the same time. It was impossible to say which emotion was the strongest. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had acted, how naively he had jumped to conclusions that proved how little he knew. Befriending the Devil, what a childish thought was that even? He could have tried befriending God, for that matter, probably with the same success…

“Dean is right, I am a little baby,” Sam muttered and kicked a stone in front of him, hands deep in his pockets and his head as low as never before. “So stupid…”

He really had no desire to go back home, but he knew he would have to do it before Dean came home. It would end very badly for him if his brother found the candle and razor blade on the floor. Not that Sam would have tried to argue - there was no will to fight in him anymore right now - but Dean would throw a huge fit and for that he had no time.

After a while, Sam noticed that he had reached the edge of the town and stopped at the side of the road. In front of him was nothing but the barrens, miles and miles of almost dead-looking nature. He could keep walking, just straight ahead until he reached the next town - or not. Instead of running away though, Sam sat down on the hard ground and sighed. This was a damn mess he had gotten himself into and so far he had no idea how to fix it. Dean hated him, his dad thought he was a complete psycho and the one he had thought would understand was… what? Playing with him? Tricking him? He really didn’t know and it made him even angrier than he already was.

Sam thought about the times he had talked to Lucifer, analyzing why he had begun to see something in the Devil that he was not. Did he ever give him the impression that he cared? Or honestly wanted to help him? The first thing he did was trying to trick him, then blatantly told him he was the reason for his mother’s death. That wasn’t really something people who cared did, Sam knew this much. Still, even after this horrible experience, he came back. Why? Why was there such a morbid curiosity when it came to Lucifer that Sam was unable to fight?

“Maybe I’m going mad,” Sam suggested to himself, but immediately shook his head. “No, that’s not it… I’m not crazy, it’s something else. He said it himself, there is something, I’m not making this up…”

But Lucifer refused to tell him what this something was, wasn’t that the whole point? He refused to tell him what the thing he was missing was when he had asked, even dared him to burn the one thing he had left from his mom. Wasn’t this the definition of manipulating someone? Lucifer wanted Sam to come back, but refused to tell him the reason. And he had been stupid enough to bind himself to the Devil, too! Whatever that meant, another thing Lucifer wouldn’t tell him.

“I need to end this, now,” Sam eventually said. “If I keep coming back he’s going to ruin my life even more…”

With some new hope found, Sam dragged himself up after almost two hours of sitting in the night and thinking. He would go home, take all the candles he had and throw them away and then he would burn the damn book, ending this game once and for all. Maybe he would even take down the big mirror, just in case. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He wanted any possibility to talk to Lucifer again gone from his life. Who knew? Maybe the need to talk to him would be gone when all other things were?

Again, it was almost midnight when Sam returned home - somehow he had gotten used to being outside this late. He carefully peeked into the living room to see if he was alone, but Dean was nowhere to be found and it made him feel a little relieved. At least this problem could be pushed back for a while, that was good.

Sam went back into his room, closed the door and immediately pulled his shirt over his head to throw it onto the bed. On his way back he had noticed that he was covered in dirt and blood from his finger and he would have to wash it out before Dean came back. He was about to undo his belt when he heard a voice behind him, stopping him dead in his actions.

“Not that I wouldn’t appreciate the view, but are you sure you want to continue?”

Sam was completely mortified. The hands that had just fiddled on his belt began trembling and cold sweat covered his neck. No, this couldn’t be. He was dreaming, there was no other way. If this was reality, Sam wanted to die right this instant. With fear-wide eyes and as pale as a ghost, he slowly began turning around, hoping, praying, for this to be a sign that he was indeed just going crazy.

There, in the mirror, was Lucifer. He sat on the ground, as before, his fingernails tapping on it impatiently and his face a mask of anger and fury. Sam’s heart stopped, knees giving in the second their eyes met and he simply dropped to the ground, staring at what would definitely be the last memory he had from his life.

“Are you done throwing your temper tantrum?” Lucifer asked ice cold, tilting his head slightly and giving himself an even worse look - the one of sheer disappointment.

“I… I…” Sam’s voice completely failed him, not allowing the boy to form a single sentence.

“I guess that means yes. As I said, I appreciate the view - you do have a very pleasing appearance  - but I am getting more than frustrated, Sam.”

Sam barely registered the compliment in Lucifer’s words, all he saw were dark blue eyes and a face that left no doubt about the shit he stuck in.

“You know, every other human cockroach would be dead by now, believe it or not, even my patience has its limits,” Lucifer continued, his eyes still on the boy. “Can you imagine that it is quite boring to stare at an empty bed for hours?”

“I… I didn’t…” Sam stuttered, but once again his voice just cracked.

“I know, you didn’t know, because you didn’t think. I told you how to summon me, but did I tell you how to make me leave again, too?”

Sam slowly shook his head, pressing his lips together hard to not make the tiniest sound.

“No, I didn’t, precisely. Do you have anything to say, anything to defend yourself or to excuse your carelessness?”

“I’m… sorry?” Sam felt like an idiot for apologizing, but it was all that came to his mind at the moment.

“At least something, I guess,” Lucifer huffed and rolled his eyes slightly. When he looked back at Sam, his posture was a little less frightening, or maybe Sam just imagined that. Still, it gave him his voice back partially.

“I didn’t… mean to make you wait,” he managed to say slowly and lowered his head. “And I’m sorry for… being so dumb before. And rude.”

“You want to know how to get rid of me, I assume.”

Sam nodded after a few moments, but didn’t look back up. For some reason he couldn’t look into Lucifer’s eyes while answering this question. He waited for the other to continue speaking, but minutes passed without another word, so eventually, Sam forced himself to look up.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Sam really tried to figure out what the expression on Lucifer’s face meant, but he couldn’t believe that it meant what it would be on the face of a normal human - sadness. Why would the Devil be sad? It made no sense.

“You wish to stop speaking to me, is that true, Sam?” Lucifer finally asked. Sam wanted to nod, but he didn’t move an inch, just looked back at him. “So?”

“I don’t,” Sam whispered almost inaudibly.

“Then why do you want to ask me how to do it?”

“Because…”

“You don’t know, do you?” Lucifer asked and laughed silently. “Sam, Sam, Sam… what should I do with you?”

“Be nice, for a change?” Sam mumbled, hoping the other wouldn’t hear him, but of course he did.

“Nice, hm? You do remember who I am, right?” Lucifer smirked. “For you it is either form what you would call a friendship or never speak again, is that correct?”

“Maybe,” Sam looked away, blushing slightly.

“All or nothing, I like that,” Lucifer said with a little pride in his voice. “I did the same a long time ago.”

“What happened?” Sam couldn’t hide his surprise, but his curiosity won once again.

“Let’s just say things did not go as I had expected them to,” Lucifer answered with a sad smile. “So, you really want this. You want to be my friend, knowing that it will stay a one-sided friendship? Because I can say I am your friend, but I will not feel it.”

Sam closed his eyes, smiling slightly.

“I already bound myself to you, I gave you power over my life by telling you my name. How much worse can it get from here?”

“Oh, believe me, it can get much worse,” Lucifer huffed. “There is one thing that you need to know, however. I will not be here to prep-talk you or to listen to every little problem you have. In fact, nothing will change, apart from you using the word friend for me. I will not suddenly turn nice and fun, I will not come hug you when you need it or hold your hand when you are sad.”

“I figured,” Sam said, looking back at Lucifer. “So, it will just be something I am making up, a make believe… we won’t be friends, not really.”

“Why is this so important to you? You know about the horrific and gruesome things I do, how I torture humans and corrupt their souls. This is what I am, what I will always be. Nothing you do will stop me from continuing, so why do you want to be my friend? Why would you befriend a monster that could kill you at any given moment?”

A long minute of silence passed before Sam spoke again, his voice soft and quiet.

“If you were a monster, I would be scared of you,” he said. “Maybe I’m just going crazy.”

“Sam, you will have no benefit of calling me your friend. I can only appear to you like this, inside a mirror, and I cannot be anything a friend could be like this,” Lucifer started, sounding a little hesitating. “If it truly is what you desire, I will agree, under one condition.”

“If you say you want my soul, I’m going to scream and smash this mirror!” Sam said. It was supposed to come out as a joke, but somehow ended up sounding very sincere.

“Your soul is not what I want, Sam,” Lucifer smiled. “I just want you to seal our friendship by giving me your hand.”

“M-my hand?” Now Sam was at a complete loss of words. “H-how?”

“Come closer and you will see.”

Sam had no idea what Lucifer wanted to do, but he did as he was told and shoved himself closer to the mirror, until he almost touched the glass. He watched Lucifer go on his knees just as he had done himself and lay his hand against the mirror.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” Lucifer asked and Sam slowly nodded, then put his hand against the glass himself, against the devil’s.

Strangely, the glass beneath Sam’s hand was as cold as ice. He had touched this mirror countless of times before, but it had never been this cold.

“You wish to be friends with the devil, is that correct?” Lucifer asked with a serious voice and Sam nodded again.

“Yes, this is my wish,” he said.

“Very well.”

Suddenly, the cold beneath his hand transformed and Sam watched with wide eyes how Lucifer’s fingertips emerged from the glass. He couldn’t even breathe when their fingers entwined, his own sliding into the mirror themselves. The feeling that rushed through his body was more intense than anything else he had ever felt before - it was as if he had been struck by lightning that kept circulating in his body. Even the hairs on his arms rose.

“What is happening to me? What are you doing?” Sam’s voice was filled with sheer panic, even though he didn’t feel any damage being done, it was a scary experience.

Instead of giving an answer, though, Lucifer seemed to be surprised as well, even if not as much as Sam was. His eyes stared at their entwined hands completely fascinated and hypnotized, to the point that his face had such a calm expression that it sent new shivers down Sam’s spine.

“L-lucifer?” Sam asked again, finally drawing a reaction.

“I have never seen this happen,” the Devil answered. “I… I cannot explain it.”

“You’re not doing this yourself?”

Lucifer shook his head, increasing Sam’s fear even more. He tried to pull away, but it was impossible to move his hand even for an inch, as if he was stuck in the mirror. Just when he was sure he couldn’t take it anymore something pushed him away with so much force that his hand ripped away from Lucifer’s and he crashed back until hitting the bed. When he finally managed to collect himself enough to look back at the mirror, he saw Lucifer getting off the ground, too.

“What the hell just happened?” Sam asked, but again Lucifer only shook his head.

“I didn’t know this would happen, I swear,” he said. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Sam was confused by this question, but after checking himself, shook his head.

“No, I think I’m fine. What about you?”

“Me neither. I am sorry, this was not what I intended, but it certainly made an impact.”

“Say that again,” Sam huffed and then, surprisingly, laughed out. “So, are we friends now? Did we just seal a pact of sorts?”

“Not that I am aware of,” Lucifer chuckled. “But yes, we are.”

“Huh.” Sam wasn’t sure what had happened, but they were friends now, so he guessed it was okay. Or it would be soon.

“You should rest now, Sam. Whatever happened, it exhausted you.”

“You can see that too? What can you not see, Mars?”

“Actually…”

“Oh, hell no!” Sam protested and earned an amused smile from Lucifer. “Tell me how to send you back, it would be kinda awkward if you watched me sleep.”

“It would be indeed. And I fear it could give you the wrong impression if I watched you undress completely,” Lucifer smirked mischievously. “Just light the candle again, then use your fingers to turn it out and tell me to leave.”

Sam laughed at how close he had actually become to ending the summoning, but still relit the candle and did as Lucifer told him.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asked before sending Lucifer away again, a little concerned. “I mean, that I call you my friend? I know it doesn’t mean the same to you, but I don’t want you to feel like I am using you.”

“Sam,” Lucifer chuckled. “I am completely fine with it, I promise.”

“Okay, good,” Sam smiled. “Thank you.” He used his fingers to put out the candle, closing his eyes. “Farewell, Lucifer. I’m looking forward speaking to you again.”

“I am too, Sam,” Lucifer said softly, but when Sam opened his eyes to look at him one last time, the mirror only showed his own reflection already. With a sigh, he sat back down against the bed, contemplating what had just happened.

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Little Things We Treasure Chapter One: Learn the Constellations

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A Kakasaku fic here! I finally got it written lmao.

I don’t know how many chapters this will be but expect more than one!

For @yolkygoblin for dragging me into this hell (I love, you don’t worry and also THANK YOU VERY MUCH)

Please no ship bashing or hate, Sakura is over eighteen.

Fluff!

Possibly ooc, I’m sorry!

Kakashi has to be honest, he doesn’t think much about doing mundane, normally things that so many others have already done.

He doesn’t quite get the appeal of stargazing, not really, not even during the comet showers that has so many people clamouring about the shooting stars.

Not like there has been anyone to drag him outside before, and it reminds him of his old team, how they used to laugh and point out constellations, Obito and Rin screaming joyfully whenever they saw a shooting star, Minato always joining in, childishly making wishes with them while Kakashi ignored them.

It’s something he certainly regrets but there’s nothing he can change.

He’s walking home one night from his office, reading his Icha Icha Paradise books (Sakura lets him keep his collection as long as she never sees it and he never breathes a word of it to her) and he looks up for some unexplained reason.

He blinks, stopping in his tracks.

The sky is full of stars, shining as far as he can see.

He knows the constellation’s names by heart, Rin and Obito spent hours trying to teach him but he can’t quite pick them out.

He tries for bit more, footsteps in the background coming closer before stopping next to him.

“Kakashi,” Sakura suddenly says and Kakashi looks back down, Sakura looking up at him, raising an eyebrow, mud staining her clothing, dirt lining her hair. “What are you doing?”

Kakashi laughs sheepishly. “Ah, Sakura. Welcome back,” he greets her, lifting a hand in an attempt to comb the dirt of her now almost grey hair, the other quickly stowing the Icha Icha Paradise book in his pouch.

“Nice to see you too,” Sakura replies, her green eyes glittering with joy. Kakashi grins and looks up again.

Sakura follows his gaze, instantly pointing at a group of stars.

“Look, Aries!” she exclaims and Kakashi frowns, trying to follow her fingers that were connecting the stars. “And there’s the Big Dipper!”

“Hm?” Kakashi can only attempt to make sense of what she’s saying and pointing at, not quite getting it.

Sakura stops for a moment, staring at him curiously, a sudden look of realization spreading over her face.

“You don’t know the constellations!” Sakura shouts, eyes crinkling when her laughs rings out in the empty street, not an ounce of teasing in her tone, just surprise.

“Well, I know the names,” Kakashi defends himself, not quite ready to admit he doesn’t know anything she’s pointing at.

“It’s fine,” Sakura replies, grasping his hand yanking him down the street as she breaks into a run. “I’ll teach you!”

Kakashi lets himself be tugged along but stops right before they pass by their apartment, digging his heels in but it’s not enough to throw Sakura off balance in the slightest.

“You should shower and change first,” he explains when Sakura huffs in protest. “And eat. I’ll cook for you,” he adds.

“I’m fine!” Sakura answers playfully but listens anyways. “Don’t burn down the kitchen!” she calls over her shoulder, throwing a over the top, concerned look at the kitchen and then him.

Kakashi groans, shuddering as the one time incident floods back into his mind from where he had buried it.

“It was one time!” he yells and Sakura cackles. “Gai’s not here right now!” he adds and Sakura only laughs harder.

Kakashi manages to make sure the smoke alarms don’t go off and by the time Sakura’s finished eating, it’s later than he likes but according to Sakura, it’s the perfect time to see all the stars in the sky.

“I have a mission tomorrow,” he grumps. “Tsunade will kill me if I’m late.”

Sakura’s putting the last of the dishes away and she pauses, her lips quirking up into a smirk.

“Aw, Kakashi-sensei, didn’t realize you were actually scared enough to care about your, ahem, habit that you never bother to fix.”

Kakashi glares at her, pulling on his mask, grabbing a blanket in case it gets chilly out.

“She’s scary,” he mutters and he almost automatically adds, ‘have you met the woman?’ but his brain works for once in its life and bites it off at the last moment before his mouth can land him a death sentence.

Sakura seems to know that and grins cheekily before grabbing his hand and yanking him along with enough force to pull his arm out of its socket.

“Oh well, we won’t be that long!”

“That’s what you always say.”

“The sky’s clear tonight, you don’t get many chances like this! And if you listen,” she pauses, throwing a exasperated look at him, “maybe you’ll learn faster, and then it will be quick!”

Kakashi snorts and glances away quickly when Sakura’s grip tightens, her smile dangerously sweet.

“Got something to say, Hatake?”

Her tone is deceptively calm, the one she uses with people when they have particularly riled her, and she is zero point five seconds from unleashing her wrath on them, or prepared to give them the quickest, but most painful treatment she is capable of.

A gulp and Kakashi replies, “No,” oh so very quietly because, he wants to be able to walk tomorrow.

Sakura beams.

Two hours later and it’s quite pleasant.

Sakura has taken them to a quiet spot that he hasn’t known about, a pleasant surprise and the bonus is, it’s far, far, far away from anyone.

He has a new hiding spot and he thinks he’ll be stealing it from Sakura when he needs a break from social life.

Technically, Kakashi has learned and memorized all the constellations within the first fifteen minutes because he’s not that dumb, but Sakura looks like she’s having so much fun that he doesn’t want to end it.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he wants to see how long it takes before she figures out he’s faking it.

None.

At all.

Okay, maybe a little.

“So, again, Big Dipper, Lupus-Hey!” Sakura punches him lightly in her terms, it might as well have been a hammer slamming into Kakashi’s arm but he manages to not make a noise. “Are you even listening?”

“Yes,” Kakashi lies, watching her stand up and loom over him, her eyes narrowed suspiciously, hair blowing in the slight breeze, her intimidating effect slightly ruined by her hitai-ate slipping down to cover one eye.

She quickly goes to push it back up and says, “You’re not!” with great conviction.

“Well there’s Leo,” Kakashi points, connecting the stars a lot slower than Sakura but connecting them nonetheless. “And then the Big Dipper. Virgo. Gemini. I am listening!” he rebuts firmly.

Sakura swats his head before plopping back down beside him, collapsing onto her back, rolling her eyes. Kakashi figures he’s won this round.

“What’s your favourite?” she asks after a bit of comfortable silence, stretching her arm out towards the sky, hand reaching upwards before it dropped back to her side.

“Hm,” Kakashi hums, tilting his head back and glancing at Sakura out of the corner of her eyes. “Let me see.”

Sakura props herself up on one arm and raises an eyebrow.

Kakashi notices how the moonlight falls on Sakura, her normally light pink hair appearing almost a silver with a touch of rose, green eyes reflecting a clear, turquoise colour, skin just barely glowing.

She’s beautiful.

“Aries,” Kakashi answers, connecting the stars with ease. “The best constellation there is.”

Sakura rolls onto her stomach, side eyeing Kakashi with a huff.

“You sap.”

“But you love it.”

“Do not,” Sakura shoots back cheerfully, knocking him to the ground.

“So do.”

“I know you have your Icha Icha Paradise book in your pouch, and I am not adverse to stealing it and burning it or somewhere along the lines of making sure it’s not readable anymore.”

Kakashi immediately shuts his mouth. Sakura doesn’t make idle threats, at least not towards him.

He’s had to learn the hard way.

For a while, he lays there, listening to the soft whisper of leaves a gently breeze blows through the trees, the quiet melody of crickets lulling him into a somewhat relaxed manner.

He’s well aware that it is way, way too late and past the time to even get a decent amount of sleep.

He’s going to late tomorrow and Tsunade will most definitely kill him.

Sakura chuckles softly, seeming to follow his train of thought and pats his shoulder apologetically. Kakashi shakes his head and pats her head gently, making her giggle.

Sakura sighs sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut every now and then as she struggles to keep them open.

It looks like she’ll fall asleep right there and then and Kakashi is going to have to carry her back to their apartment before her eyes snap open.

“A shooting star!” She’s wide awake, sitting up so fast that Kakashi is convinced she’ll get whiplash, one hand accidentally smacking Kakashi in the face, the other pointing excitedly at the sky. “Make a wish, Kakashi!”

Kakashi lazily tracks the shooting star until it falls out of sight, choosing not to make a comment.

Sakura spins around, her expression ecstatic, her expression a mix of Rin’s sternness and Obito’s enthusiasm.

“What did you wish for?” she asks, eyes wide with wonder before she winces.

“For my nose to stop bleeding,” Kakashi replies dryly as Sakura mutters a sheepish, “Oops,” and grabs a handkerchief, gingerly dabbing at the blood.

Kakashi pulls off his mask, letting Sakura clean off the blood and healing what little pain he feels.

“I’m really sorry,” Sakura apologizes.

Kakashi shrugs.

“Didn’t hurt that much. How about a kiss?” he inquires slyly and Sakura jerks away, immediately slapping the back of his head.

“Pervert,” she grumbles. “I’ll really break your nose if you try that again.”

“Gomen, gomen.”

Sakura huffs and curls up next to him, leaching off his body warmth.

Kakashi doesn’t protest.

He throws the blanket over them, too far down the road to dreamland to even consider moving.

Sakura’s almost asleep, her breaths slow and steady when asks, “Kakashi?”

“Hm?”

A loud yawn and then, “What did you really wish for?”

Kakashi opens one eye lazily and then shuts it.

“My wish? For you to be happy of course.”

Sakura laughs quietly.

“Kakashi.”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t have to wish for that. I already am.” Kakashi smiled and curled his arms around her.

“A wish well spent regardless,” he announces, drifting in and out of unconsciousness.

“Sap,” Sakura concludes.

“Your sap.”

Sakura chuckles, the sound muffled by Kakashi’s chest.

They fall asleep, the constellations twinkling above them in the clear night sky.

Kakashi wakes up the next morning with rain pouring down on them and Sakura sneezing, the blanket doing little to help them as they sprint home.

Tsunade berates him up for being late and Kakashi has to spend the next week sneezing and taking medicine while Shikamaru and Ino snicker at him.

Still, as Kakashi glances at the sky each night, when he can see the constellations, he recites them each slowly and surely.

He’ll have them memorized by heart by the next time he sees Sakura.

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(( whaaat? a civil conversation??

tagging: @sugary-empress @hereticalsym69ls @auratimoris

begin log:

sugary-empress )(ey, I'm gonna go destroy t)(e Overseer, are you gonna come or do you too value Xant)(e's )(ig)( minded ideals over )(is ability to control )(is own mind?~ O)( wait, you blocked me, nebbermind~

aberrantcadenza ... Well, actually.

I'll. Yeah, I have some explaining to do. But I need to arrange something for Xanthe's safety so let me do that first? And uh. Then I'll answer that. Sorry to keep you waiting.

sugary-empress Sure fin, dear~

[[ And then Felide finished up this conversation we just saw ]]

aberrantcadenza Okay, now that that's done. Who is "the Overseer"?

sugary-empress ???~ Seriously?~ T)(e gill in Xant)(e's pan~

aberrantcadenza Oh, her? You know where she is?

sugary-empress S)(e may )(ave moved, if s)(e was really willing to give up )(er collection, but I can find )(er~ We were pretty close for a bit, I'm able to find people wit)( magic trickster s)(it if I'm familiar wit)( t)(e feel of t)(em~

aberrantcadenza You said "you too" - did you ask someone else about this?

sugary-empress Du)(, Corvin~ )(e seemed t)(e type to care, I suppose I overestimated )(im~

aberrantcadenza No... I don't think you overestimated him. We were also discussing killing her. How soon do you plan to go?

sugary-empress O)(, good, it must )(ave just been a me issue~ Per)(aps in a few nig)(ts, I'd prefer Xant)(e be better so I know s)(e isn't in t)(ere w)(en s)(e dies~ T)(at kind of fin can lead to possession, super unpleasant~

aberrantcadenza Jesus, I'll bet. My first priority is Xanthe and his health and stability. ... Fooor that reason. I'm not... saying no just yet. I need time to think. Saying yes would be going against him and uh. Considering he's my life mate, that's kind of a big deal. Give me time? I'll get back to you before then.

sugary-empress And mine as well~ Of course, I completely understand~ T)(ank you~ I'm so glad )(e found you again~

aberrantcadenza :?? You are?

sugary-empress Yea)(???????~ Dude )(e loves you SO muc)(~

aberrantcadenza Well, yes but... I didn't really think anyone else cared :'33 Except now that they have to deal with us being sappy at each other.

sugary-empress Anyone w)(o cares aboat )(im cares~ I've seen )(im missing you since )(e made a blog~ Lmao, sorry, I'm being all weird~

aberrantcadenza :oo Oh... No, it's alright. I'm just dealing with a lot right now, don't worry. Attention divided. ... For what it's worth, I'm glad to be back. And I'm sorry I blocked you without warning.

sugary-empress Mm~ It's not like I'm not used to it by now~

aberrantcadenza :((

sugary-empress I accept your apology~

aberrantcadenza Xanthe told me I wasn't ready to talk to you and I guess I should have listened. I got stressed and overwhelmed and I thought I'd just quietly step out. I'll be honest, though... I didn't intend to unblock you just yet? But we can call it a happy accident :'33

sugary-empress Xant)(e is usually rig)(t, it's annoying!~

aberrantcadenza Right??

sugary-empress O)(, I see~ (It's )(is one flaw)~

aberrantcadenza *Fuck.* I had intended to unblock you when I felt up to it, hopefully in the future, but... one of the wrigglers got to it first. I looked away for two seconds and they broke my blog. I actually can't block anyone now, apparently.

sugary-empress Oo)(, yikes~

aberrantcadenza But... the good news is, I'm finding from experience that I do feel a little better.

sugary-empress Got anyone worse t)(an me blocked?~ 38( T)(at is good, at least!~

aberrantcadenza Nah. Just someone else's matesprit that I didn't get along with... I don't plan on engaging him anytime soon. :PP I think we'll be just fine.

sugary-empress Good!~ By t)(e way, I know I'm way late, but I'm sorry for your loss~

aberrantcadenza :!! It's okay! I'm just... wow. I'm surprised you remembered. ... Thank you for the thought. Did you know her?

sugary-empress I didn't know )(er well, but I knew )(er and know t)(is site well enoug)( t)(at I doubt you got enoug)( condolences~ I saw a few celebratory posts~ T)(at doesn't feel good~

aberrantcadenza X(( The celebratory posts escaped my notice, but honestly, I never expected anyone to mourn.

aberrantcadenza She wasn't close to a lot of people. Really she said I was "different" than other trolls somehow... which leads me to believe I may have been the only one she tolerated. I was trying to help her see otherwise at the time of her death.

sugary-empress Mourning t)(e dead isn't a requirement to be a good person~ Compassion for t)(e survivors is~ Yes, I know~

aberrantcadenza :00 That's wise.

sugary-empress If you'd )(ad time, you would )(ave been to )(er w)(at Xant)(e was to me~ O)( yea)(, t)(at's w)(at t)(ey say aboat me, lol~ Wisdom out t)(e ass over )(ere~

aberrantcadenza You're honestly a breath of fresh air after the past few days I've had. Thank you... Even as little as it might seem. I was intending to help her the way Xanthe said he's been trying to help you, yeah. Just... that first step is a little hard.

sugary-empress O)(, well~ You're welcome~ I'm glad~ 38) All t)(e steps are )(ard, but getting one of us to care aboat one single troll is t)(e foot in t)(e door~ It's all down)(ill from t)(ere~

aberrantcadenza X33 Seems like it was a bit of a slow decline then, with Pangea... six perigees wasn't enough to do much at all.

sugary-empress It never is~ It took Xant)(e a squidillion sweeps plus Sparks magically making me a fucking mortal to do anyfin to me, and I'm still very~ You know~ (Gestures at all of me and my w)(ole blog)~

aberrantcadenza You two have known each other some time, then. :00 I always feel like I'm interrupting something when I talk to his longtime friends :'33 I didn't come to this site immediately, although we were resurrected not too far apart from each other.

sugary-empress My dear, we're t)(e ones w)(o were interrupting~ Fuck, I petnamed at you again, I'm so bad at not doing t)(at~

aberrantcadenza :00c No, it's... alright, actually. Thank you for remembering, but it's okay if you mess up.

sugary-empress Anyways, you guys were first, anyone w)(o doesn't get t)(at or is jealous is an enormous toolbag~ >You were SUPER jealous, but you're also well aware that you're an enormous toolbag.

aberrantcadenza I appreciate your saying so, but honestly jealousy is understandable X'33 What matters is what we do with it. I feel bad that he pined for so long. I'm glad he was able to open up to others, though...

sugary-empress T)(at's true!~ It's like t)(at dumb bulls)(it people say, w)(at you sink is )(ow you were raised, but w)(at you actually do is w)(o you actually are, or waterver~ Mm, yea)(~

aberrantcadenza "Wisdom out the ass" strikes again. X33

sugary-empress Omfg~ Yoar so muc)( fun to glub at~ 38)

aberrantcadenza You too! :33 Now that I'm like. You know, more prepared to actually socialize... I'm finding our confursations rather fintriguing!

sugary-empress Do tell me if I get to be too muc)(, I know I'm kind of a lot, in like, every way~

aberrantcadenza :00 ! And likewise, haha... I guess I'm okay now, but when I get heated I can be a little much :'33 Thank you for your clawnsidpurration.

sugary-empress It's also super fun to glub at a fellow pun ent)(usiast~ Clawnsidpurration is GR------EAT~

aberrantcadenza :DD ! I'm glad you think so! I like punning, just... haven't felt up to doing so much lately.

sugary-empress I sink we've all been t)(ere~

aberrantcadenza X'33 Yeah... But talking to you has catually lifted my spirits quite a bit. It's weird, but... nice.

sugary-empress I'm super glad I could kelp~

aberrantcadenza I've got to run and meet Nadaya now. But purrhaps we'll be glubbing again more in the future? :00

sugary-empress I wis)( I could do anyfin for Xant)(e, but I sink you guys )(ave it covered, as muc)( as anyfin can be done~ I'd like t)(at!~ Farewell~

aberrantcadenza We're doing our best, for sure. He's in good hands. Take care! :33

bonus ooc content for extra laughs, in the middle of the conversation re: pangea:

sugary-empress ((WAIT THAT DID HAPPEN AFTER CONDY WAS BLOCKED RIGHT)) aberrantcadenza (( YEAH YOU'RE GOOD sugary-empress ((I thought it was but if it wasn't then like "I know I'm late but I'm sorry for ur loss" "U didn't say anything when it happened" "Yeah I didn't care haha"))