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creators-novel · 1 year

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Exisite, DarkClaw, and Uriel awaken in a world that was unfamiliar to them, or perhaps that’s what they wanted to believe. A purple and black void; glowing stalagmites and stalactites, purple, spinning translucent cubes, an unstable wormhole, and the air is still.

Behold

VOIDVERSE.

The three pick each other up and examine their surroundings. After a moment, a small group of Stygian creatures approach and surround the trio. Exisite sputters, “This is-!” “Exactly like your dream, Castor?”, Vyz interrupts. Uriel grips her sword tight, “(This is getting ridiculous-!)”, she focuses her thoughts and calls out, “(Koto-! Can you hear me? Are you there!?...KOTO!? COME ON MAN, ANSWER ME!!)”

DarkClaw prepares to fire at Vyz, ready to protect his boy, “Stop trying to rope him into your crap.” Vyz sighs, “You and that pup weren’t supposed to be here. But… you could make a nice gourmet meal for my servants… or I could just make you both into servants yourselves… like …his parents.” “…What?”

The group hears footsteps coming up to them, and two figures appear. One has red hair with white highlights, and the other has white hair with black highlights. Their resemblance to Ex is uncanny, but these two seem barely like people anymore. Uriel remembers what it felt like to be corrupted, to feel like a broken piece of code; but this was something different entirely. Ex’s parents looked sickly, their bodies were coated in the same substance that Vyz’s “servants” were comprised of, and they wore flat expressions. She gulps and a bead of sweat goes down her face. “(Koto and Straus wouldn’t make us lose-! There’s no way this guy was made by them, right?!)”

Vyz reaches a hand out to Exisite, “So, Castor, what shall it be?”

“…No. This is ludicrous. You’re saying all these things like you know anything about me; as if you understand me. And why are you interested in me?”

“When you’ve been discriminated against and locked away for years, and see the same thing happen to someone else, you tend to be sympathetic. You’ll soon see that it’s better to destroy them all.”

“Never…I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“…Then…F a l l.”

As if on cue, the Stygian beats all lunge at Exisite, baring their teeth and ready to strike until DarkClaw runs up and pushes him out of the way, screaming, “LOOK OUT!” One of the disgusting creatures sinks its jaws into DarkClaw’s arm as he lets out a pained yelp. Uriel, as fast as a lightning bolt, slashes the beast across its torso, releasing him from its grasp. Vyz crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, “Ohoho… excellent.” Exisite, seeing his friends once again getting themselves hurt for his sake- no- he’s not just his friend, he’s his most trusted ally, his maker, the one who brought him into this world! He’s getting hurt and it’s all his fault- it’s too much. It's.

Too.

MUCH.

“No…no no NO NO NO!!! aAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Exisite’s telekinetic power explodes outwards from him, becoming a blaring red color. Under his mask, his hair turns snow white while his eyes become red and jet black.

“GO AWAAAAAAAYYY!!!”

All of the enemies are blasted back, even Vyz, who didn’t even foresee this happening. Exisite continues to scream as his energy flares up even more, making completely sure that everything was cleared from around them. Uriel was lucky that this didn’t blow her away too! She digs her feet into the ground while supporting DarkClaw and shouts, “EXISITE! Calm down!” After letting out one more emotionally-charged yell, Exisite catches his breath and his excess power dissipates away, returning him to his normal state.

“Hhh…hh…sir?”

Exisite’s attention is grabbed by DarkClaw’s arm. DarkClaw grabs the area where the creature bit down, it’s obvious it broke the skin but the pain feels like it’s traveling up through his whole body. There’s no doubt about it. Whatever happened to Ex’s parents to make them the way they are now was happening to him. He was infected with whatever this gross purple goop is. “…Oh boy.”, he sighs. Uriel takes note of the despair in her close friend’s eyes and reassures him, “W-We can fix this!” “Like there’s a cure for this…”, DarkClaw turns slightly and sees that the portal to the outside is still accessible, they just need to make it in time before it closes for good, “…Uri. Castor. You should get out of here.” “What-!? No-!”, Uriel clings onto his non-infected arm tightly, “We need you!!” He scoffs, “Pft…With this? Heck no.” Castor stands with Uriel, “We can’t just leave you!” “We have no choice at the moment!”, DarkClaw snaps, “…And I don’t feel like killing you if this takes over.”, he winces as the infection spreads up his arm, onto his hand, and shoulder, creeping up towards his neck, “…Castor. Go.” “No-!” Uriel’s usual demeanor finally falters as she breaks down crying, “PLEASE NO!!”

Meanwhile, on the outside, the Stygians left in Lightverse begin to retreat, having sensed their master wasn’t nearby anymore. The heroes catch their breaths but they know it’s not over until they can get the others home. “Uri!”, Ex calls to his sister through the portal.

“Go, now!”, DarkClaw commands, “I’ll fend these off for as long as I’m able!” Seeing the beasts approach, Castor pulls the howling Uriel away from DarkClaw. He leads her to the portal and shoves her through, but not before removing his mask and looking at his maker one last time. This is the first time Castor has experienced anything like this, he feels tears stream down his face. He wants to say so much but he squeaks out one word.

“…Dad…”

DarkClaw smiles at Castor, his proudest creation, and watches him leap through the portal back to their home as it closes. As he promised, he attacks the Stygians for as long as he can. But eventually, the corruption takes him.

The shining red cybernetic solder, a savior of Lightverse, and one of the few brave souls who heralded a new age in the Multiverse was gone. As he stands above the massacred bodies of the beasts that infected him, all that can be seen under his shaded expression are glowing, purple eyes.

Uriel falls to her knees and cries out in grief as Castor gloomily follows through behind her, resisting the urge to start sobbing himself. It doesn’t take a scientific genius to figure out what’s happened. Nave’s eyes widen, “…Aaron…why…?” Xenos finally lowers his sword as it all hits him, “…He…saved them…” Delta arrives on the scene just in time to see all of his friends tired, emotional, and broken. He approaches Castor and asks, “Castor, what happened?”

Castor looks at his young companion and simply says, “…I failed him.”

“Ladies and gentlemen. It is a tragic day in the lives of the people who protect our fair city… Aaron Duvall, veteran cybersoldier, has been declared as killed in action by the local military branch. He had fallen to whatever darkness befell the forest today.”

Ex, Ajax, Xenos, Delta, Indigo, Selena, and Castor watch as the news station broadcasts what they already knew. They lost, for real this time. And Aaron “DarkClaw” Duvall was no more. Uriel stands outside in the hallway, still stunned in disbelief, “(…They wouldn’t do this to us.)”, she thinks to herself. Her disbelief quickly turns to anger. She focuses, steadies her breathing, and with a swing of her arms, catapults herself in a flash of light outside of her World, into Straus and Koto’s Space; to figure out what exactly is going on.

“YOU TWO HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO-…do…no…”

Straus and Koto stand lifeless. Koto is holding tightly onto Straus’ hands but neither of them moves. They’re not infected like DarkClaw, rather they’re in a trance they can’t break free of. In a similar matter, their World Orbs are surrounded by a purple hue, a lock. No one can get in, no one can get out, it’s a miracle that Uriel was able to even break through the seal. Surrounding the Space is a barrier, one that she can’t hope to break through. Lightverse cannot ask for help, they are alone. Uriel returns home in complete hysterics. While she updates Ex on the current situation, Castor sits alone in his room. His unstable energy causes the objects in his room to float off the ground and hover. In his hands, he holds the Gaia crystals that the team has collected thus far. As if they could hear him, he asks, “I don’t know much about what you are… but please, guide me through this crisis.”

#creators #creators novel #creators-novel.tumblr.com #digital art #original story #my art #original character #original fiction #chapter 52 #void #purple #tw character death

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maydestroyme · 6 years

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honey sweetie you didn’t wreck anything the world’s just out there to get you and your family

#someone protect this boy hhh #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt idw #tmnt comics #donatello

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demonsandco · 3 years

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Howdy! Your demon 3rd form Luci is AMAZING and Hot! How tall is he? Can his tail do the peacock fan thing? What happens to the undercarriage? Does he have a mating dance?

How do you feel about mate markings, and hoe demons are territorial with their boo

Lastly, where do you think the bros place their pact marks on mc and thensves?

Sorry. I hope this makes sense. I'm really high and I saw your Oct 1 post and I can't not ask bc now i. Abt stop thinking about jt.

Goodnight,! I lovr your blog

Hehehe I’m happy to hear you like Luci’s design and I hope you have a good/night, too!!

Luci’s a very pretty boy and I love talking about his demon form. He can be anywhere from 6’6’’ to 7’10’’ depending on his form or how he’s feeling that day. His tail can do the classic peacock fan, but he never does it on purpose. It usually rattles and fans out without his consent whenever he feels a strong emotion, and he absolutely hates it. It’s practically the only part of himself that he can’t control fully, and it makes his emotions surprisingly easy to read. He doesn’t actually have a mating dance of any sort, but he is fond of inviting his partner to actually dance together! Slow dancing with them quickly becomes one of his favorite pastimes.

I think mating marks and some demonic possessiveness is,, uh,, very hot hhh, but I plan to make a full headcanon post about it, so I won’t add anything more here!

Now, on to pact marks! (Spoilers I suppose for up to lesson 20 and specifically lesson 16)

On themselves, they’d let MC pick the location, the fact that their partner chose it makes any location special. If they don’t have a preference, though, the mark would end up being in the same place that their mark is on MCs body.

Lucifer prefers placing his mark somewhere bold and exposed, staking his claim on his partner and making sure any demons that pass by will be able to see it, and know to keep their distance. Being the last to make a pact with them, he has to work around his brother’s marks, but his first choice would be across their chest, the top resting at the hollow of their throat, and reaching down to the middle of their chest. Any place that is rarely covered up is acceptable in his eyes, too, if their chest is already taken, like on their neck, on the back of their hand, or even somewhere tastefully on their face, as long as he can be sure it’ll be visible.

Mammon is the first one to make a pact with them, giving him practically unlimited options in terms of placement, but he knows from the start where he wants to place it: right on their neck. As much as he complained about the pact, at first, he wants everyone who looks at them to see that they're his human. He could be convinced to shift it to their hands, but he’s very stubborn about it. He wants his mark to be a loud and clear statement of their bond, as well as an added bit of protection. Not many demons would mess with someone so clearly marked by a demon lord, after all.

As much as Leviathan wants everyone to see his mark and know that they’re his human, too, he feels much more comfortable placing his mark somewhere slightly more hidden. He doesn’t feel the need to flaunt his power quite as much as some of his brothers, and the mark itself is enough for him, not needing it to be obnoxiously noticeable. His first choice is somewhere like the inside of their wrist, or perhaps somewhere on their lower leg, like their calf or ankle. That way, while it won’t be visible in their school uniform, he’ll still see his mark now and again in quieter moments, while spending time and relaxing together.

At first, Satan considers placing his mark somewhere where it would be visible, difficult to hide, purely out of wanting to get a rise out of his siblings, but he changes his mind when the time comes to actually pick a spot. He feels that it would do their bond more justice to mark them somewhere more private, making it feel more personal to him. He picks a spot along their hip or upper thigh, a place that’s rarely exposed, but he knows it’s there, and that’s what matters. Plus, he often finds himself placing his hand there when sitting together, an almost unconscious gesture, but he enjoys feeling the energy of his mark on their skin when does it.

Asmodeus humors the idea of placing his pact mark somewhere rather naughty, and ends up picking a suggestive spot at first, right above their pelvis or on their inner thigh. It’s not something he put a lot of thought into, considering he agreed to the pact out of curiosity, wanting to see just how powerful they could become as a sorcerer. It’s only afterwards that he starts to understand how he feels about them, and requests to shift his mark. He wants to place it in the hollow at the bottom of their ribs, a delicate spot close to their heart. They’ve already left a figurative mark on his heart, so he wants to leave one on theirs as well.

Beelzebub doesn’t put a whole lot of thought into his pact mark placement. He values the pact itself greatly, the bond he shares with them being important to him, but he doesn’t need a mark to show that. The mark ends up manifesting somewhere based on what part of his own body he happened to be thinking about at the time, most likely on their stomach, upper back, or bicep, due to him feeling hungry and sore from working out more often than not. Either way, he doesn’t mind the location, and he isn’t bothered that it’s not easily visible. If he really felt the need to leave a noticeable mark on them, he’s perfectly capable of leaving a hard to miss, yet temporary, mark with his teeth.

Belphegor spends a lot of time thinking about where to place his pact mark. A pact wasn’t something he thought he’d ever want, so he’d never considered it before, until now. It’s an important decision for him, though, with it not only being his first pact, but also the first step into a fresh start together. His pact is an apology of sorts, and a promise to never hurt them again, so he chooses to place his mark on the back of their neck, or somewhere along their spine, placing a physical promise of safety in the same area that he had once used to kill them. He hopes they can make that connection themselves and understand what it means to him, because he’d never be able to get all that out verbally.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #demon form #obey me headcanons #also!! i saw ur second ask too!#ill answer that soon as well #hope u still enjoy this even if ur not high anymore loll

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2ynjns · 3 years

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enhypen with a cute and small s/o headcanon

pairings: ot7 x gn!reader

word count:

notes: fluff!

request states “enha reaction to a short and cute s/o please thank you"

heeseung

this boy is tall and we all know that

so comparing to u he could come off as a giant

he also gives off domestic vibes

a whole boyfriend material

he doesn’t really give off clingy vibes but with you it’s different

he would protect you at all cost

but it’s not obvious

he would watch you from afar while you do something by yourself but as soon as he sees you struggle he would immediately help you

"i got it i got it"

he doesn’t baby you in public but he babies you SOOO much when you’re alone

he teases you yet he’s so sweet about it at the same time

would call you cute names like “little one” or “little kitten” because you remind him of a small cat

jay

oh my goodness

YOURE HIS BABY PERIOD

he would baby you every single time it actually gets tiring

you’re so small comparing to him his favorite thing he always does is carrying you

either like a baby or giving you piggy back rides

he teases you because when you sit on the chair, your feet doesn’t reach the floor

would always compare his height from yours

then you’d get pissed

"jay shut up" 👊

like damn he didn’t need to slap it on you that you're short af tf

besides that tho he loves cuddling with you because you’re like a little doll

although you're adorably cute you two always fight and wrestles

and though you're smol you'd always win

and you're convinced that he purposely lets you win bc he's strong af but bc you're his someone ofc he's gonna give you the W

jake

the sweetest boy EVER??

he doesn't tease you about your height!!

mainly because he doesn't want you to get insecure or he doesn't want you to feel bad about your height

he would look at you with so much sparkles in his eyes

like that "omg you're so heckin adorably smol" typa in love look

just like other bfs out there, he would help you reach high stuff

and he's not gonna be a jerk about it

he is genuinely sooo nice

giggles at every single little adorable thing you do

one time you sneezed, tho no matter if it was an ugly sneeze or a cite sneeze,,, he giggles so much

its kinda concerning

"hehehee you're so cute"

"i'm literally having terrible allergies and you're calling that cute??"

but whatever right thats okay

as long as you make him happy,

you'd sneeze from allergies from him i guess 🙄

sunghoon

like jake, he would look at you with heart eyes

but he wouldn't make it too obvious like heeseung

one time you're playing on your phone sitting on the floor

and sunghoon was just watching you from the couch all smiling by himself

like little smirk/smile that he does

sunghoon simp wbk

"AARRRGGGHHH I LOST AGAIN FFFFFF" you screamed

and the way you screamed was so cute

you looked like this: ╰（‵□′）╯

then you heard sunghoon giggling so hard

then he sat on the floor with you and rubbed the back of your head

"you lost again?"

then you pout "yes >:("

he giggles again then he pulls you into a hug

"it's okay, i'll teach you"

then he pulls you it between his lap and you'd hold the phone together

sunoo

ayo

is a baby himself

a whole babie couple

if you're whiny, he's even whinier

and shy af

but thats okay because you guys are the cutest couple

so many cuddle and cheek kiss exchange

a day of you hanging out with each other consists of you cuddling or doing home activities

and because you're cute like him yet tinier

imo sunoo appears to be smaller than he actually is

because we all know this boy is TALL

he's 5'10 and you're def WAY shorter than 5'10, it hurts

regardless, your height we would cling on you in every way possible

he would cling on you like a koala, or he'll cling on you like a lost child

like i said earlier, babier than you

but thats okay because his hugs and cuddles make up for it.

jungwon

LOVES TO TEASE YOU

like jay, but worse

he could be sweet but he's definitely meaner than sweet

"HAHAHA YOU'RE SO SHORT >:D"

you'd look at him like (｡•́︿•̀｡)

puppy eyes

look jungwon you made your baby sad HHH hHH HH H H h h H

he's immediately apologize

"i didn't mean it !! o(TヘTo)"

you'd just sit there hugging your knees because he made you sad

then he's feel even worse

"i'm sorrryyyyy" (ಥ﹏ಥ)

you'd resort to making yourself feel better and the other members are gonna notice

"don't make y/n sad! you're a bad bf!" heeseung would tease

aaaargghh

anyways he'd treat you out because he made you super sad

buuuTTTT he's def gonna film you eating bc,,, well you're cute

duh

ni-ki

HELLO???

this boy is yoUNG but TALL

it doesn't matter if you're older or younger than him but he's more like a clueless bf

so he would treat you normally

yes you're short, but he's not gonna discriminate you bc of it HJSBDd

a sweet baby

"do you want to eat?" "do you need help?" "do you need to grab it? i can help you."

would tease you a *little* bit

"look, you're not even past my shoulders hehehe"

gets a crispy smack from you

your tall giant helper

"ni-ki, can you get the plate for me?" "ni-ki, can you reach the frame?" "ni-ki--"

"okay okay i got it"

would compare heights

no matter what

he will not be fazed, there's no day when he WONT compare height

"do you sleep? i heard sleep helps."

"shut up riki, just 'cause youre tall youre gonna treat me like this... AND YES I DO SLEEP"

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni ki #jungwon imagines #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunoo imagines #ni ki imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons

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anne-i-write · 4 years

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moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

moriarty the patriot taglist: @zoehanji

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader

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kellinrk800 · 4 years

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toko fukawa comphet no i don’t take criticism

nobody will even see this because my account just. doesnt get traction but here have a ramble abt toko’s backstory and how much i firmly believe her attraction was comphet.

spoilers for thh, sdr2 and udg

tw// ab/se, n/glect, severe bullying

toko was severely neglected and unwanted when she was a child. she grew up with two mothers and one father due to both sleeping with the same man and neither wanting their child which caused her to be mistreated. once she was locked in a closet and forced to stay there for three days without food. clearly, she grew up in a household completely devoid of healthy love. genocide jack’s development was likely a response to cope with the traumatic experiences.

her time in elementary was no different. in third grade, she was used as a scapegoat for stolen money and her classmates tied her to the jungle gym with a garden hose as punishment.

her first real “love” was with a boy who she had been friends with since elementary but when she finally confessed through a letter, she found it pinned to the bulletin board to mock her. this was genocide jack’s first kill, leading me to believe that her murders were actually a form of protection.

on one occasion (and most likely more considering her difficult relationship with understanding rejection) she was ghosted halfway through on a date after spending three days and nights planning it so that she would not mess it up. she later found out that the boy only asked her out because he lost a bet.

the most likely only healthy representation of love she ever has was through media, which is arguably extremely heteronormativity and the actual healthiness of how relationships are presented in media is debatable.

she internalised all of these things happening to her and believed she deserved them somehow, building her inferiority complex. she began to assume that people only expected bad of her and self victimises herself almost on instinct despite her nature to express opinions without care for others most of the time. her self esteem is extremely low and she often worries about being considered an “old hag” in ultra despair girls.

toko fell in love with the idea of love, not an actual person. at some point she turned to novels and writing as a way to express her emotions and she used that passion to create works of art through her novels and created a toxic idolisation of the perfect relationship with nothing but media, her family’s relationships and her past experiences to go off.

she began to let herself get hurt and internalise it which ended up building her inferiority complex even further to the point of becoming unhealthily infatuated with anyone she saw fit as a stand in for the dreamy perfect people that made her books succeed.

time and time again genocide jack and toko were mistreated in their relationships, causing their system to suffer greatly. jack began to kill anyone toko saw fit as a perfect romantic interest to protect them both, but this most likely caused her own mental health to decline as well, leading to the aggressive, startling and manic personality we saw in the games.

toko began to both idolise and fear falling in love. while she knew they would most likely be killed and she would have to cope with knowing that the police could come knocking any day if they put the pieces together, she also still purposed her life around being in a perfect relationship because it was now causing her to gain traction through her novels.

this only furthered her unhealthy infatuation with relationships. she became determined to find a man who fit her description of the perfect man and would not mislead, use, mock or hurt toko in hopes that he would not be killed and she would finally achieve her dream.

enter byakuya togami. blonde, blue eyed, rich, cold and most importantly, entirely unattainable. he was an ideal stand in, especially considering the circumstances of the killing game (jack’s unique killing style would immediately be found out). she was able to fantasise from afar without ever really getting as severely hurt as she had in the past because he simply did not care to provide her his attention.

jack had two options. kill byakuya and get executed, or suck it up. clearly you can tell which option she chose. in addition, she had all of her memories from prior to the game which most likely slightly numbed her thirst for blood. by the end of ultra despair girls, she has grown a respect for toko, a softness for komaru and even calmed jack down to the point where it’s suggested that she no longer uses her skills to murder but instead fight despair.

in fact, near the end, toko is acutely aware of what is happening despite the fact jack was fronting (they don’t usually share memories, only emotions), suggesting they may have slightly integrated but i don’t really want to make assumptions considering i do not have did and am not educated enough to speak confidently about did.

ironically, the killing game was actually good for both of their mental health’s. i’ll only be talking about toko but in ultra despair girls she was emotionally stronger and more mature. she believed she finally had a purpose other than romance and that she could fight against all odds. she even credits makoto for her newfound courage. she criticises cowards and those that remind her of her past self. she is willing to challenge her fears.

komaru had an amazingly powerful and positive effect on them both. her softness, optimism and empathy help toko’s character develop even further. when komaru tries to give in to despair, toko encourages her to face her fears. toko, who was before extremely afraid and uncomfortable with being touched, is now willing to comfort and even hug komaru. she claims she’s finally found a true friend (that’s actually human, can’t forget kameko the stinkbug) and that she found hope in her.

komaru admires toko and doesnt really mind her split personality, instead just considering it “a bit strange”, which is a noticeable difference from how she was treated by everyone else for it. toko is protective of komaru during chapter two due to her suspicion of shirokuma. later, they even sleep in the same bed.

however, when toko risks komaru’s life for byakuya, they get into an argument in which toko accuses komaru of manipulating her with terms such as “friends”, which leads to komaru showing that she really does trust her.

later, this arguably resolved after servant forces jack and toko to fight against komaru for byakuya. they fight back against servant and komaru forgives her because they are friends, which makes toko extremely happy, so much that she blushed and admits she has never had a real friend before. she thanks komaru genuinely for the first time and they try to become real friends.

toko swears she will help komaru with anything she can’t do by herself, just like komaru would do for her.

toko even stays by her side to the point of rejecting the opportunity of going to future foundation to stay with komaru :)

in the end of danganronpa goodbye despair, which is set after ultra despair girls, kyoko reminds byakuya that someone is waiting for him and he jokes that she shouldn’t remind him of “something so horrifying”. and honestly i think the fact he was able to joke about it shows that perhaps toko and byakuya found a somewhat healthy relationship as friends, acquaintances, or even just bearing eachother’s presence.

a notable addition that didn’t really fit anywhere else is toko’s scrapped execution. “first kiss prank” is the title and it consists of byakuya running towards her before toko gets hit by a roller. that says enough about her biggest fears and how badly her past memories affected her.

in conclusion, toko fukawa’s obsession with byakuya was comphet due to pressure from the media and her toxic ideals. the fact she was able to form a healthy relationship with komaru is hhh and i could talk about them for hours. tokomaru is the second closest thing we have to inmedia stated canon (fuck kodaka’s statement me and the homies hate kodaka’s statement about naegiri /j)

sources: toko fukawa’s fandom wiki, genocide jack’s fandom wiki, free time events, transcripts

#danganronpa #toko fukawa #fukawa toko #touko fukawa #fukawa touko #tokomaru #syomaru #toukomaru #trigger happy havoc #ultra despair girls #character analysis #in which i am unhealthy obsessed with toko fukawa

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anystalker707 · 3 years

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Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

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just-themys · 3 years

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hey op i see you making a lot of godot posts (and honestly, bless you so much for it) and i wanted to ask ur opinion on the whole agenda of godot's macho-man sexism

because, i know we keep using his urge to "protect the women in his life" as an example of his sexism right, some sort of manly-man instinct that requires him to be this type of knight in shining armor to women-- but like,,, is he really? because if u think about it, the only people ive seen godot try to protect (and the only two people the argument applies to, really) is

1. mia fey, the literal love of his life, the person who mattered so much to him and who he lost because he DIED. he had virtually no closure in his relationship with her n his blaming phoenix came from the fact that he probably knew nobody else who was close enough to her to be able to save her

and 2. maya fey, Younger Sister to mia fey

pls tell me you get my point here, like i understand if this example (and this example specifically; the mistranslation is a whole other issue) is used as an argument for the sexist-godot agenda but,,, i don't think its really an example of his sexism, it's just his protective nature. tbh i have a feeling that if maya were,,, a boy, per se, then his reaction would've been pretty similar, i still think he would've staked his life to protect the fey family because of his relationship with mia (and im so sorry for running this so long :')) but i just. have so many godot thoughts hhh)

Actually I totally get where you’re coming from !

This argument always rubbed me the wrong way because as you said, the two women he tries to protect are just people important to him. It’s totally legitimate to him to be wounded about loosing the woman he LOVED and trying to uphold her legacy. Sure, blaming Phœnix is unfair, but it’s not because Phœnix is a man, it’s because Godot projects on Phœnix his own guilt. Phœnix reminds him of himself, and Phœnix was not in the coma at the moment, and Godot has no healthy outlet to let out of his guilt, so he puts it on Phœnix to make it easier to bear.

And then protecting Maya, Mia’s little sister, someone Mia cared deeply for, is just him showing how well he knew Mia and knowing she would want her sister to be safe…

And on top of this, we see him actually TRUST two other women : Iris and Misty Fey. He called for their help, tasking them with the most important roles of his plan. If everything had gone right, he would have had no active/visible part in this plan and would have gathered none of the benefits. He really was just here “in case something went wrong” (and things did went wrong), but he otherwise trusted those women. He even make an admirative comment on how Misty showed she was ready to do anything to protect her daughter.

So yep, this argument to me is just people projecting. I mean to each their own, but to me Godot doesn’t read like he feels women need some kind of special protection because they can’t defend themselves, but rather like a protective person as a whole who happened to be shown in the game protecting two women.

#ace attorney #godot #themys replies #Anonymous

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MUMBO MY BELOVED MY POOR MAN looking at the pictures of scar, wondering what could have been, reflecting on his lost past, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE bless him. While also trying to keep this bird brain in check that he's fallen in love with, oh my god.

Scar's dad voice is everything to me, btw. It is *everything*. The fact that they're gonna have a throuple w scar in the future which means they're gonna also have a son and Mumbo is gonna get his familial life back? my heart is weak for this.

Also them just like. Dropping in on Scar? Because they happened to be in Aqua Town? Everything to me. Being careful with his secrets but still meeting with him in his place of business, being whisked through his home because first they needed somewhere more private to talk? BUT THEN SCAR JUST - LETTING THEM SEE HIS HOME???? I fall to my knees its so good. The wards everywhere? To protect his shop and his son? AHHHHH and yet here are Mumbo and Grian just inside, looking at everything

W H Y do I get the feeling you're going to use Grian's 'distracted by shiny things/bird brain' against us at some point. *squint*. So far its been mostly wholesome when he gets distracted like that but i just. Hmm. Hm hm hm. I am foreseeing something bad happening to the bird boy because of this. Frankly ive been waiting with bated breath for something bad to happen to the bird boy bc I'm waiting for Feral Mumbo and Scar. 👁️👁️

Also they're going on a date. None of them realize it but they're going on a date. To get food. See Aqwua Town. They've literally been sitting in their date's home waiting on him to get dressed for their date they're like teenagers waiting on their prom date to come down.

I love them.

Me throwing Angst in the Wholesome: Yessss BBut yeah Mumbo's lost past <3 It plays a big part in something in Mumbo's past that I haven't revealed yet <3 ghdsjkfdsjh even distracted and wistfully nostalgic Mumbo sees Grian being Birb and says "wait no" hhhjf

I have so much fun with Scar's Dad Moments. His son might be an adult but he's still a dad hjgfdjksa I have way too much fun writing out their interactions <3 they love each other so much but Grian has definitely now met his trouble-making match lmao. YEAH I THINK ABOUT THAT A LOT <3 (Also puts an irony on one of the last chapters where Scar tells them not to interfere in his family bc they're his friends, NOT family and they have no right lmaooo yea I totally wrote that scene with the irony in mind) Mumbo's family is gonna grow and it's gonna be great <3 He may or may not become a Dad without realizing it lmao

YESSSS I love it when my friends drop by at work so <3 but yesss Scar inviting them into Places Visitors Are usually Not Allowed is just <3 OKAY YEAH BUT ALSO THE FACT HE LETS THEM GO UP, into the home he shares with his son who he is so so protective of, WHILE HE STAYS DOWNSTAIRS TO CLOSE THE SHOP, idk about you but I never let anyone in my house when I'm not there hjfgdshjk Yesss so much trust <3 So heavily warded it stopped Mumbo in his tracks at the front door but then there they are, welcomed in so easily <3 Allowed to see the parts of his life that he had kept hidden from them <3 <3

:) :) :) I mean... there IS a guideline in writing, you may have heard of it, it's got this cool little name... what was it again... :) Something bad has happened to Scar twice now, it's someone else's turn for a change <3

YEAH I love "it's not a date but it's totally a date" dates, they're so fun bc they just think it's hanging out but really- really. ghfdsjhds

Me too <3 hhh THANK YOU I LOVE READING THIS <3

#Ask #Midnight Series #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping

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king-psycholyze · 3 years

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Okay okay okay but what about Philza being the dad from Ponyo? And I feel any of the sleepy bois would be Ponyo but mainly either Tommy or Wilbur. As like both gives off the protective dad vibe

I feel this !! In my soul !! That’s such a good take- I haven’t watched Ponyo in years but hhh-BUT !! Here’s a few hot takes for you that I personally can see working too- Tubbo as Ponyo and Tommy as Sosuke ! Sosuke’s mother could be Wilbur- not sure where entirely to fit Techno since as I’ve said it’s been years- I don’t even remember if the woman that made them tea is Sosuke’s mother or actually someone else, but that’s beside the point so long as you know which character I’m taking about !

Also one more thing that I think would be amazing that I’ll leave you with- Granmamare- but Kristen. Tell me this wouldn’t make an amazing redraw with Mumza and Dadza weeps

#answered ask #anonymous #ghibli #Ghibli Au #Ponyo

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xmr-deity · 4 years

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Better Days

Pairing: Endeavor X Hero!Male!Reader

Words: 2,260

Universe: Boku No Hero Academia

Requested by: @imhonestlyjusttryingtovibe

Warnings: Lots of smut and spicy times

(H/N) = Hero Name

(Y/N) = Your Name

A/N: I just put a playlist on for this one and kinda went ham, so.. enjoy!

You’d had better days, that was for sure. You never regretted becoming a hero, but there were times where you couldn’t help but feel that guilt- that illogical guilt of wishing you could’ve done more. Logically you knew you’d done all you could, but you remembered vividly- way too vividly- watching the hope drain from those people’s eyes as you were pummeled by that overpowered villain.

It’d been a hostage situation with a villain who had the incredibly disturbing quirk of manipulating people’s dead bodies. Fighting rotting corpses is something you hoped you never had to do again in your life.

But, at the moment when you felt you were about to die, a blaze of fire exploded over the animated corpses, turning them to nothing but ash. It was a short fight after that- turns out fire was definitely the villain’s weakness.

You’d been hauled out of there by some other hero as they got the surviving hostages out, and now you sat in the back of an ambulance. A healing hero had given you treatment and you were doing much, much better now. Physically, anyway.

Finally Endeavor walked out of the still slightly on fire building, a bit of his costume ripped, revealing red chest hair. You internally sighed. He was too attractive for his own good. You, in your post battle-adrenaline crash-exhaustion haze just sat there, staring for what felt like hours. In reality, it was maybe a minute or two, before Endeavor turned to look and caught you staring. You perked up a bit as he started walking towards you- you didn’t expect that.

“(H/N).” He said in his deep, smooth voice.

“Endeavor.” You responded, cracking a bit of a smile as he approached.

“I apologize I wasn’t able to get there sooner. I had to deal with their purposeful distractions.” He said, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, I understand I’m just.. glad you got there at all..” you added, looking down at your feet hanging above the dark pavement, “if you didn’t I.. definitely would have died. It’s bad enough that I already failed.”

A change flickered across Endeavor’s usually stern expression.

“You didn’t fail.” He responded, and you looked up at him, eyes widening a bit.

“What is the job of a hero? To protect people. You did just that- all those hostages came out without a scratch.” He said, and walked closer, putting a hand on your shoulder with a gentleness you didn’t expect from him.

“You did well.”

“I- I did..?” You weren’t expecting any of that. Endeavor nodded.

“But- but I mean.. I’m nothing compared to you- you’re powerful, and-and strong, and super hot-“ you quickly cut yourself off, tensing up. Endeavor raised a brow.

“You mean.. other than literally..?” He asked after an almost uncomfortably long moment. You nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground between your feet. Your heart was already pounding hard, but it kicked into overdrive when you felt warm fingers tilt your chin up to find Endeavor smirking down at you.

“How are you feeling.. injury-wise..?” He asked, gently placing a hand on your thigh.

“I’m.. I’m doing pretty good, a..actually..” you managed to respond, and Endeavor’s smile grew.

“Good.. then let’s take this somewhere else, hm?”

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly where this was going and oh boy were you on board. The flame’s along Endeavor’s body died down as he picked you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and your arms to wrap around his neck. You tried to hide your face in case someone was watching, but Endeavor didn’t seem to care.

He brought you to his car- something expensive and nice you were sure, but you couldn’t pay much attention to it at the moment. He sat down in the back seat with you still on his lap, signaling to his driver to go, and then the little window between you and him closed and the car started to move.

“When we do these things.. I want you to call me Enji.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. You nodded, trying to ignore the blush that spread across your cheeks and to the tips of your ears. But Enji noticed, and responded by gently nibbling your earlobe, then kissing down your neck.

You squirmed a bit in his lap as he pulled your hero costume down a bit, sucking a hickey into your collarbone.

“En-Enji- ha-ah-!” You stuttered, your breath hitching as one of his hands cupped your crotch.

He was handling you surprisingly gently, his strong arm wrapping around you, pressing into your back, pulling you close as he pulled your hero costume even further down. His hand spread out on your upper back, pushing just enough to make your chest protrude as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. Simultaneously, his hand on your crotch pushed just a tad harder, making you stutter.

You pushed your hips into his touch, and managed to feel the hardness besides his hand. You whined softly, hands clutching at Enji’s hero costume.

“Sto.. ah-stop teas..ing..” you managed, and a shiver ran up your spine as Enji let out a deep chuckle.

Enji finally detached himself from your nipple, looking up at you with the slightest smirk.

“Hm.. but you’re just too cute not to tease..” he responded, his voice husky now. Part of you thought he must’ve activated his quirk because you were sure you were about to melt.

Suddenly, the car rolled to a stop, and Enji pulled his hand away making you wriggle on his lap, and the flame hero grinned slightly. Then, to your alarm, he opened the door to the car, and you hurriedly tried to pull your hero costume as he picked you up again.

“En-Enji wait-“ you momentarily panicked- you could tell you weren’t at his house and you automatically assumed you were out in public, and if someone saw you two you would never hear the end of it from the press. But as you both got out you saw you were in a tiny parking lot underground, heading for a surprisingly fancy looking elevator.

Enji still held you, even as he pressed the elevator button and stepped inside. It clearly wasn’t meant for many people, and you realized there was a little table with snacks on it nearby. Snacks. Fancy little crackers. What kind of place was this???

Soon that was the last thing on your mind as Enji pushed you up against the wall of the elevator after the doors closed, his hand squeezing your ass as he kissed you. You hummed into it, returning it with passion. A soft groan was pulled from you as his hips gently rolled against yours, both of your hard ons pressing against each other’s through the spandex of your hero costumes.

He hoisted you up a little more and pushed his hard on against your ass this time, making you shudder. He pulled away from the kiss, rocking a little harder.

“Hhh-oh- fuhhck..” you shivered, already able to tell how damn big he was. He moved to kiss and nibble at the side of your neck, continuing to rock his hips.

Finally the elevator door opened and Endeavor moved you both out of there without hesitation. You walked straight into a huge hotel room- no hallway or door or anything. You realized this was more like a penthouse rather than a hotel room.

You didn’t have time to think about that for long, as before you knew it you were getting tossed onto a huge, plush bed. Glinting light caught your eye and you turned your head to look and found the reason the elevator ride had taken so long. You were so high up- city lights twinkled and danced amongst the dark out the window.

You felt rough lips gently kiss your jaw, getting your attention, and you looked back at Enji who was hovering above you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? The peace and quiet of a busy city..” He said softly, glancing out the window.

“But I have other beautiful things I want to focus on at the moment..” he added, slowly sliding down your body, taking your hero suit with him.

Before you knew it you were naked, with Enji gently kissing along your thighs.

“Ohhhnnn.. Enji.. please..” you whined, gently tangling your fingers into his hair. He glanced up at you before gently kissing the warm skin that connected your crotch and your thighs.

Then he went lower, one hand resting on your thigh and the other wrapping around your dick. Then you felt his tongue swirling around the rim of your entrance, making your back arch slightly.

His hand moved slowly as he licked into you, carefully working you open.

“En-Enji.. fa..faster.. more..” you panted, your thighs trembling, the achingly slow pace driving you crazy.

“Hmm.. what do you say..?”

“Please- please, fuck..” you added quickly, letting go of his hair.

“Good boy,” he rumbled, sitting up. Finally he shed his own hero costume, reaching into the side table drawer quickly and grabbing a condom and lube. Part of you wanted to sit up and help him put on the condom, but you were already shaking so much and Enji was quick about it anyways.

He coated himself in lube, then rubbed the rest around your rim and briefly inserted his fingers, stretching you some more for good measure.

“You ready for this?” He asked, his breathing heavy. You nodded quickly.

“Yes- yes, yes, please-“

Finally he hovered above you, balancing with one hand as he used the other to line up, pushing inside slowly, letting you get used to his girth- because he was BIG- and boy did you feel it.

He paused halfway, kissing your collarbone as you calmed your breathing, but you were not a quitter.

“K-Keep.. keep going.” You panted, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Enji gave a nod, and pushed all the way in.

“Aahhah.. ahh ohh fuck.. you’re.. huge..” you moaned, and Enji gave a soft chuckle, but you could hear the strain in it. You took another moment to get used to the incredibly full feeling before you nodded, trying to get your voice to work again.

“M-..move.. you can.. you can move..”

Enji looked into your eyes for a moment before he pulled back slowly, sparks of pleasure shooting through you at the slow drag against your prostate. Then suddenly, his hips snapped forward, pounding back into you.

“Hah- oh fuck..!” You moaned in surprise. Enji seemed to try and reign it back, pulling back again and thrusting in slower this time.

“You.. okay..?” He managed, his voice gravely, his hips still moving.

“Ye-ye-yes,” you gasped, “keep.. keep going.”

With that Enji snapped, grabbing your hands and pushing them above your head onto the mattress, his hips pistoning into you suddenly, making you cry out in pleasure again.

He slammed into you, the bed rocking and the headboard thunking against the wall. Thank god you were pretty sure there were no other rooms up here.

Eventually he let go of your hands, leaning back and grabbing your legs, spreading them apart even more and pushing them up to your chest as he pounded into you, hardly breaking a sweat, his hips moving almost inhumanly fast.

“Nnghh.. (Y/N)..” he grunted, slowing every now and then to rock deep into you right into your prostate. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sensation, and you didn’t even notice the drops rolling down your cheeks. You were getting so, so close.

Enji gripped your member, starting to stroke quickly as he rocked deep into you.

“Ah-ah- Ah- oh fuckfuckfuck- Enji I’m- I’m gonna- oh fuck..!” You tried to warn, but Enji only went harder and deeper, squeezing you tighter.

“Agh-ah- ahng..!” You felt your climax stretch out impossibly long before it crashed into you.

“Enj-nhgh!!!” Your back arched and you gripped the sheets, convulsing as he pushed into your prostate as hard as he could.

He kept stroking your member gently for a while and kept his hips moving, watching as you came all over his hand and your stomach and chest.

You laid there for a while, feeling like you were laying in a cloud made of cotton, your mind a hazy blur as he slowed to a stop. He gently kissed your jaw, reveling in how you twitched every now and then.

“C-c.. cum.. cum in me..” you managed after a moment, your body trembling. Enji didn’t have to be told twice, and he pulled back, gripping your hips and starting to slam into you again. You didn’t expect to be so sensitive still, the sensations slamming into you, leaving you a babbling mess. Enji went faster and faster, gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

It wasn’t too much longer before his hips stuttered, his muscles flexing and relaxing spastically as he came inside you.

“(Y/N)-Hnn-!” His hips kept moving, eventually slowing to a stop, and you two there stayed like that, panting.

Finally he pulled out, watching his release gush out of you. He was kind enough to clean up your shivering body for you while you tried to regain feeling in your legs, eventually climbing into the bed with you.

You curled up against his warm chest, your heartbeat finally calming down. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, and you listened to the sound of each other’s soft breathing as you drifted off to sleep.

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tk-writer · 4 years

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One Bed. [Haikyuu!! - Kagehina]

Kageyama and Hinata realize that they have to share a bed during training camp one weekend.

Word count: 2779

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“WHAAAAAAAA?!”

Hinata and Kageyama cried out in unison the moment they opened the door to their overnight room. Their outburst attracted the attention of their team captain, along with Karasuno’s third year setter.

“What are you two hollering about?” Daichi implored as he passed by, Sugawara following closely at his side. “Is something wrong?”

In truth, nothing was particularly off about their assigned sleeping quarters, except for...

“THERE’S ONLY ONE BED!” The two underclassmen shouted in a chaotic harmonization, pointing their fingers in disbelief at the setup before them.

The third years looked at one another before looking back at their juniors in shared confusion.

“What’s the big deal? Sugawara and I only have one bed in our rooms, too.”

“Wait, what?!” The color drained from Hinata’s face hearing Daichi say something like that so matter-of-factly. He looked over at his now-roommate and saw him donning his typical frown. The aspiring ace paused for a moment, lost in thought as he imagined his team captain and the third year setter snuggling up together as if it were a normal, everyday thing. He wondered if Kageyama and him would end up doing the same...

He felt his cheeks grow warm, but shook it off before anyone else could notice.

“It happens every once in a while,” Sugawara said with a sheepish chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. “Sometimes the training venue is short on rooms, so some of us have to cozy up with someone else. If it’s an issue then one of you can just sleep on the floor.”

“But… but…” Kageyama started to protest, his own mouth agape with shock, but was shut down promptly by his superior.

“It’s only for the weekend,” Daichi cut him off, his displeasure increasing as the conversation went on. “If you can’t manage this, I don’t know how you’ll be able to work together when the tournaments begin. Maybe we made a mistake letting you first years on the team. You said you could work together, so prove it.”

His guilt trip was the final nail in the coffin. Hearing him suggest he regretted his decision, even if it was just a threat, felt like a spear to the heart for both of them. The two boys sighed in resignation as their next complaints faded away into nothing. Daichi and Sugawara walked away, looking over their shoulders

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sugawara whispered when they were out of sight. “They’re still getting used to one another. I’m worried they’ll argue themselves to death before our first practice game. Maybe I could switch with one of them?”

“They formulated their fast attack together. I think they can handle sharing a room for two nights,” Daichi replied. Although he spoke with confidence, deep down he was still a bit concerned for his younger classmates.

He silently prayed for them to make it through the first night without killing each other.

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The sound of rapid, heavy stomps reverberated down the hallway in the late evening, starting from the bathroom and moving past the shared dorms, sending fear through the hearts of the resting Karasuno players.

Nishinoya peeked his head out from behind a door to see what was the cause of the ruckus and almost lost his nose when two determined athletes rushed past him. He watched as they continued blazing their trail, still feeling the afterwind from their movement all the way down the hall. Tanaka opened his own door and barely caught a flash of black and orange hair disappearing around the corner.

“What the hell are they doing?” the bald student asked the libero.

Nishinoya shrugged, just as oblivious to their shenanigans as he was.

In the meantime, Kageyama and Hinata were neck and neck as they raced to their shared room, the latter with a small lead due to his superhuman agility. Their focus was on one thing and one thing only, and neither dared to break their concentration with stakes as high as these. When they reached the door, they pushed and shoved one another until they nudged themselves in the door frame, neither of them able to move an inch.

“I wanna sleep in the bed tonight!” Hinata whined as he tried pushing off Kageyama’s hand, which was pressed into his left cheek.

“Hell no! I called it first!” Kageyama yelled back, grunting after Hinata stepped on his foot.

“Well, I’m older than you, so I have superiority!”

“Well, I’m taller! I need the space!”

Their bickering grew in volume, echoing off the walls and down the quiet hallway until their scuffle was interrupted by a loud, booming voice that shook them to their cores.

“ENOOOOOUGH! Stop arguing and go to sleep already!”

The captain glowered at them from around the corner, putting a stop to the fighting at once. The two younger boys froze up before slapping their hands at their sides and bowing meekly.

“Yes, Daichi-senpai!!”

And that was the end of that. Daichi disappeared once more, and the duo glanced at each other before turning their attention back to the full sized bed. Somehow, it seemed like it was waiting for them.

“Well… maybe we could both… squeeze onto it?” Hinata suggested in a meek, quiet voice. Kageyama moved forward with a dissatisfied expression.

“Whatever. Just stay on your own side.”

“Huh?”

The setter said nothing more. He plopped down on the edge of the bed and sighed in exhaustion before rolling over to face the wall. Hinata watched him curl up into a fetal position, his long legs still almost reaching the edge despite his adjustments, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It already looked pretty uncomfortable for the taller boy, and he was sure it’d be even worse for him if he took up the remaining space. Maybe he should’ve just let Kageyama have the bed, after all…

“Uh, Kageyama, I…”

“It’s not a big deal. Just lay down and shut up. I’m tired.”

He realized that was Kageyama’s way to say “it’s okay” without sounding like too much of a sap. With that, Hinata hopped over and flopped down on his side, causing the mattress to shake and Kageyama to bounce a bit as he lay there. There was plenty of room at the end for his legs to stretch out, so it wasn’t too bad all things considered. He realized there was more space than he originally thought at first glance; if he didn’t stretch out his arms too much, he basically had a good chunk of it to himself.

The only problem was not stretching out.

He tried his best to stay still, he really did, but the habit of fidgeting in bed to tire himself out was impossible to break in a single night. An hour had passed since the captain called for lights out, and both athletes were still wide awake. Every time Kageyama felt himself drifting off, he’d be awakened by an accidental backhand to the face or an unwelcome knee to his side. Hinata was proving to be an extremely restless sleeper, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

“Stop moving around so much!” He barked out after Hinata elbowed him in the ribs for the seventh time. He rolled over to face his orange-haired teammate, who seemed just as frustrated by the predicament.

“I can’t help it!! I can’t get comfortable…”

“How do you think I feel with you hitting me every five seconds?! And get your feet off me!”

“I’m not even touching you right now!!”

“Yes you are!”

“Am not!!”

Kageyama mumbled something that sounded like a curse under his breath, then turned around to face the wall again. The truth was, Hinata wasn’t lying; he had curled his limbs back into himself after the last accidental bump, so truly no part of him was touching his crotchety teammate. Seeking revenge for being yelled at (while also experiencing a streak of somewhat uncharacteristic mischief), he took the opportunity to tease his taller classmate.

“I’m not touching youuuu…” he taunted in a childish sing-songy voice, one finger hovering right next to Kageyama’s side.

“Leave me alone, Hinata.”

“But I’m not even doing anything…”

A wave of misguided bravery suddenly overcame Karasuno’s greatest decoy. He moved in closer until his hand was right next to his companion’s side.

And then he poked him.

At first, Kageyama just flinched. He arched his back, tension spewing throughout his body, and the sound of a stifled squeal rang out through the quiet, darkened room. In a flash, Kageyama rolled over once again to face his former middle school rival.

“Hinata! You - AAAGK!”

This time, Hinata really caught him off guard by poking his side again. The setter’s arms immediately went to his sides, hugging himself in protection. The decoy’s eyes widened once he understood what was happening.

“No way! Kageyama, you’re-!”

He was silenced by two strong hands gripping both of his wrists in midair and one single, ominous word of warning.

“Don’t.”

Still unfazed, Hinata kept pressing him. A devious smirk was slowly creeping across his round face.

“Don’t what? Don’t do this?”

He slipped one hand out of his grasp somehow and pinched his side again, but this time Kageyama let out a small yelp before flinching away. He tried grabbing Hinata’s hand, but the decoy had learned from the first time and slid away before he could be caught. He tickled every spot he could reach, seeking out unprotected areas. Skittering on his sides, poking into his ribs, clawing all five fingers on his belly, he was always one step ahead of the setter.

As his tickle attack continued, he noticed Kageyama was having a harder time holding back his laughter. For the most part, it was still fairly controlled, but hearing some little tittered giggles break through every few seconds was satisfying enough.

“Nghh! Mmmph! Hhh… ha…! … Hinata…! Sto - aha! -op!”

Kageyama’s struggles became more determined and purposeful, and soon the tables were completely turned. After a brief struggle with all four limbs involved, Hinata found himself pinned to the mattress with both wrists above his head and a very cross Kageyama glaring down at him.

“Hey, wait!! Kageyama, please!!”

“You shouldn’t mess with people who are bigger and stronger than you.”

In one swift, fluid movement, Kageyama took hold of both Hinata’s wrists in one hand. No matter how hard the underclassman pulled, he couldn’t break free from his iron grip. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was much stronger. It was a terrible time to learn such a fact; Hinata had made a grave mistake letting himself get stuck like this.

He was laughing frantically before Kageyama even touched him, and his laughter only grew in pitch once his free hand started kneading his ribs.

“Wait, wait, wahahahait! Nononononononono-OHOHOHO!!”

Unlike Kageyama, Hinata didn’t have the willpower to hold back whatsoever. His giggles floated through the air freely, like musical notes from a singing choir. And it seemed like everywhere the setter touched garnered an intense, over the top reaction. Worming into his underarms made Hinata howl with laughter. Wisping gently over the now-exposed skin on his stomach after his T-shirt rode up his torso made him squeal like a little kid. And digging into his sides made him cackle like he’d heard the most hilarious joke ever told. On top of that, he was thrashing around as if being poked with hot coals. Even with Kagayama pinning most of his body down with his own large frame, he was still wiggling around quite frantically.

Kageyama’s lips twitched upward in amusement, only adding on to Hinata’s torment.

“KAGEYAHAHAHAHAMA!! Pleheeheeheease no mohohore!!”

“Nope. You started this. Now I’m finishing it.”

“Gahaahahaha! Noooooo! Pleaseimbeggingyouimgonnadie!!!”

Yet, Kageyama did not stop, making sure to hit every one of Hinata’s weak spots and tickling it until he was satisfied. He was proving to be one giant tickle button, screeching with wild laughter no matter where he touched.

“Shorties like you should learn when to shut up and listen,” Kageyama gave him one last piece of advice before finally letting up on the ruthless tickling. His hand still held Hinata’s wrists down, but with a bit less pressure. His teammate’s involuntary spasms ceased, although a few leftover giggles still fell from his lips.

“You might... be taller…” Hinata gasped, doing his best to swallow as much as possible during his little break. “But I’m... faster!!”

Kageyama had let his guard down thinking he’d tired him out, forgetting about his high level of endurance, and Hinata took full advantage of that by yanking his wrists free and immediately clamping his hands in Kageyama’s underarms. He took him by surprise this time, which made the setter burst out into unrestrained laughter. He crashed down onto the mattress, causing them both to bounce as he tried shaking off the decoy’s hands. Hinata had to laugh along with him; he rarely saw his teammate show any sign of joy, let alone a full blown belly laugh, and he planned to soak it up as long as he could while he still had the chance.

Kageyama attempted to squirm away, flailing each of his limbs aimlessly in an unsuccessful attempt to kick him off, but came face first with the wall and found himself stuck with nowhere else to go. Again, Hinata tortured him by leaping from spot to spot, relentlessly tickling all of his most sensitive areas without mercy.

“Nahahahahaoooo! Hinataahahahahaha!! I’ll kill you!”

“Take that! And that!! And this too!!”

Their little game went on for a few more minutes, Kageyama spluttering out empty threats through forced giggles as Hinata began to throw in a few “tikitiki” sounds while tickling the absolute snot out of him. However, their fun was soon interrupted by their less-than-pleased team captain, who practically knocked down their door aflame with rage.

“What the hell are you two doing?! You woke up the entire floor!”

Both underclassmen stopped dead in their tracks, mortified at the fact that others had overheard them. Fear struck through their hearts upon seeing Daichi’s irate expression. Dark circles lined his eyes, an unpleasant accessory to match his deep scowl.

“Uh…”

“Stop playing around and go to sleep!” He commanded in a disciplinary tone. “We’ve got practice games tomorrow!”

“Sorry senpai!! It won’t happen again!!” The two shouted simultaneously, once again bowing their heads in shame.

Daichi grumbled under his breath before making his leave. When the door closed, the two of them collapsed back onto the mattress. Kageyama, still winded and out of breath, took a few seconds to calm himself while Hinata replayed the last few minutes in his mind over and over again. They sat there in awkward silence, neither one willing to speak of what had just happened.

“Sooo…”

“Not another word,” Kageyama silenced him swiftly, turning over to face the wall yet again. Suddenly, Hinata felt a bit lonely, twiddling his thumbs in silence for a little while longer before piping up one last time.

“So, you’re ticklish.”

“I said not another word.”

Kageyama’s order was final, but he sensed the shorter boy shuffling next to him and braced himself for yet another awkward conversation.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Will you shut up if I say yes?”

Hinata sat up beside him, and as he spoke Kageyama could hear the smile in his voice. It made his next few words all the more flustering.

“You should really smile more often. It suits you better than a frown.”

The setter’s breath caught in his throat and made him choke, causing him to let out a few weak coughs as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. He felt a warm flush over his cheeks and thanked whatever deity was watching over him that Hinata couldn’t see. He clutched the blanket next to him and pulled it over his head, signaling that he was done for the night.

“Goodnight, Hinata.”

A few seconds passed, then he felt Hinata lay down beside him. He made a few more adjustments before finally settling down into a comfortable spot. Kageyama felt his eyes fluttering shut, but before he drifted to sleep he heard a small voice cut through the silence.

“Night, Kageyama.”

~~~~

When he woke up in the morning with sunlight in his face, Kageyama stirred a bit before realizing there was an arm wrapped around his waist. He glanced over and saw Hinata sleeping peacefully, his tiny body curled up into his own. Shocked at first, his initial discomfort settled down when he noticed his own body relaxing at the unexpected display of affection. It was a cute gesture, one that made his cheeks flush with warmth and his stomach erupt into a flurry of butterflies.

He knew that it was almost time for them to get up for practice, but he figured laying in bed for a few more moments wouldn’t hurt.

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