#ugh I think the next prompt is going to be even more dramatic

[osamusriceballs]

The Hardships of Love

Oikawa x reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 1,7k

About: Centered this around the prompt: "Can't you see that I love you?"

A/n: I saw a small list of prompts and I'll go through them- five more to go! If you want to see a certain character for the next prompt, feel free to send an ask! Won't reveal the prompt for it though, so it'll be a surprise~

You're certain about very few things in your life, and one of them is Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa Tooru is warmth.

Oikawa Tooru is your friend.

Oikawa Tooru will always be by your side.

Or at least, that's what you wish for.

"Hey, I need your help."

"What for?" He looks up and smiles when he sees you. His smile makes his face look softer, and your heart skips a beat at that sight. He exceeds kindness, but there is still something mischievous about him. Maybe it's his eyes, which reveal what's behind his usual mask, or maybe you just like to think that you are actually able to see the real Oikawa Tooru.

However, that couldn't stop you from swooning for him. He is not only attractive and incredibly skilled at volleyball, his passion and job, but he is also caring, thoughtful, easy to be around, and supportive. He is basically perfect boyfriend material. But you don't dare to go down that road. You're convinced that he has tons of beautiful women lining up on his—rather, your shared—doorstep and wouldn't spare a single romantic thought about his roommate—you.

How you both stayed in this flat after your college years have been behind you for quite some time is a miracle to you. He always insists that it's easier to stay here and that most people wouldn't expect him to live in a neighbourhood like this, and you somehow couldn't separate yourself from him too. There is something about Oikawa Tooru that makes you want to stay close to him.

"It's kind of stupid. I talked to Hajime last week..." Oikawa's smile gets wider when you mention Iwaizumi, and you are certain that you now have all of his attention.

"Go on." He nods, and you take the encouragement to keep going. He'll probably laugh at you, at his roommate that hasn't had a date for such a long time that his best friend felt pity and decided to set you up. But you still continue, hoping that he won't tease you for it.

"Hajime said that I need to go on a date," you say. It's the way he keeps eye contact with you that makes you squirm in your place. You don't miss how his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his smile faltering for a short second.

"A... date?" He slowly repeats your words, as if he was checking that he got it correctly. You nod carefully, observing his reaction to see if he is about to burst out in laughter—and much to your surprise, he does not.

"Like... a date with Iwa-chan?" His eyes drop to the two dresses in your hands. It seems like he only noticed the fabrics in your hands now, and his face instantly turns blank.

"And... you want fashion advice from me? For your date with my best friend?"

"It's not with Hajime! It's with a friend of his—he said he knows him from work and that he plays volleyball too. He also joked that both of you play the same position, and that he is a former—"

You stop rambling when Oikawa abruptly stands up, his phone tightly clutched into his hand, and his jaw clenching.

You know that your cheeks are probably coated in a faint pinkish hue, quite embarrassed about the whole situation, but he doesn't seem to notice that. His eyes are solely focused on the ground, his body motionless for a few moments. It takes him a few seconds before he raises his gaze again, suddenly sporting a smile that you have never seen on him in real life before, but only in countless interviews. It's his practiced professional smile.

He looks at you as he would look at one of those reporters who would ask him about his beauty products after he literally won the World Cup.

"It's fine. No need to tell me more. Enjoy." His tone matches his expression, and you know instantly that something is off. Very much so.

"What's wrong with you, Tooru? Shouldn't you congratulate me for finally having a date?" You frown, and your fingers clench into the fabric of the dress that you're still holding in your hands, your knuckles turning white from the pressure already.

"Why should I? Y/n..." His hand runs carelessly through his hair, and God, you can't help but admire him for a second when his biceps flex under the loose white shirt that he's wearing. However, your attention quickly returns to the conversation. He suddenly looks at you, a shattered expression on his face, the professional tone gone as quickly as he had put on the facade.

"Y/n, can't you see that I love you?" His words are accompanied by glossy eyes, a sight that almost breaks your heart - as well as the meaning of his words when it finally hits you.

He... Oikawa... Oikawa loves you.

"You...just..."

"No. Don't." He raises his hands to stop you from talking, a defeated and tired expression on his face. "I didn't mean to say that. I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. Forget it. I'll leave."

Despite being a very observant man, you can tell that Oikawa didn't think this through and acted on instinct. He needs to squeeze through you in the doorframe to get to his room, and that would undoubtedly be very awkward for the two of you. It takes him exactly seven steps to reach you, his gaze avoiding yours as much as he can while he tries to get past you without accidentally touching you - but it seems like the seven steps have been enough to help you recover from your initial shock, and you drop the dress in your hands to grab his arm.

"Please, Tooru, listen to me. Please. Don't go now." You let your hand wander down to his, and he quietly wraps his hand around yours - and at this very moment, you are insanely aware of everything - of the way he is standing so, so close to you, of how he is holding your hand tightly with his big, strong hand - of how his shoulders are slumped forward, of the sadness in his eyes, as well as regret - and the lump in your throat threatens to bring tears to your eyes too.

"I didn't know that you liked me in that way. I wouldn't have agreed to the date if I had known."

"You don't have to say that out of pity. Am I that pathetic right now?" The hurt in his eyes is barely concealed, and it surely breaks something inside of you to see him like that. To see your cheerful and easy-going Tooru broken and self-conscious - and that because of you? When he literally has everything he could ever wish for-

"You are a world-known star, Tooru. You have the contact numbers of countless supermodels, you get invited to every single hot party, and you-"

"Wait, wait, I don't have the number of any model saved. I don't think I even have a single number of a woman in my phone - besides my mum and sister. And my manager. And also Shoyo's manager friend from high school- okay, I do have some women's numbers on my phone, but that's not the point. I'm not interested in any of them in that way. I'm used to focusing on one thing at a time - the ball when I'm playing, my goal... and...." His eyes stay glued to yours, the implication of his words clear. He has been focused on you only. No other person. Just you.

The honesty in his eyes makes your knees weak, and you feel like falling any second - but you're pretty sure that he would manage to catch you in that unlikely scenario thanks to his crazy reflexes and observing skills.

"I... Tooru - I," your breathing is erratic, your mind failing at voicing your feelings right now - but that's when you think action might help.

The bravery that suddenly rushes through you is probably rooted in the fact that Oikawa Tooru just confessed his feelings to you - and you let go of his hand, noticing how his eyes harden at the action and how his body makes an attempt to turn - and at that moment, it feels like one of his descriptions of how it feels when he's playing volleyball. Everything seems to be in slow motion - when you bring your hands to his shoulders, feel the muscles and stability that he exudes and then how his expression changes to a surprised and overwhelmed one, and then you basically jump into his face, taking one last deep breath before you press your lips against his. Your hands subconsciously claw into his collar, your movements stiff and awkward, your body not fully knowing what to do - but it takes Oikawa just the fraction of a second to bury a hand in your hair and to turn the kiss into a soft connection of your lips.

His arm wraps around your back and pulls you closer, so much closer, his lips against yours moving smoothly and gentle, causing a warmth to rush through your body - you feel electrified, warm, loved, and all because of the man right in front of you.

It feels like forever, but also too short when he finally pulls back. Oikawa exhales slowly and opens his eyes - and your knees suddenly feel like pudding when you notice the loving expression on his face that you're probably mirroring in more or less the same way.

"I'll tell Hajime that I lost my heart to another setter." You finally break the silence, and you notice that your hands still rest on his shoulders, but you have no intention of moving them away.

Oikawa grins at your words and swiftly tilts his face to press a quick peck to your lips that sends tingles through your whole body. You could definitely get used to this.

"Too bad for Tobio-kun." You raise your eyebrows at his words-

"How did you know his name?" You're convinced that someone like Oikawa knows a few setters, but still...

Oikawa just playfully rolls his eyes and scoffs before he answers.

"I'm sure Iwa-chan chose him to get a reaction of me. But I don't think that he is open to a relationship right now, he only focuses on his career."

"But aren't you the same?"

"Me? No."

He smiles- an honest and sincere smile- a smile that you adore so so much-

"I only focus on what I love- and that means you."

[lamb-of-seven]

Head-Canons for the Demon Brothers 4

Prompt: You Catch Them Masturbating

!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!

Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks and Sexual Fantasies. Descriptions of Masturbation.

It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is anouther HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers. Enjoy!

Also I wrote this late at night and I do not feel like proof reading and editing it. I got work in the morning lol.

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Lucifer: My personal head canon is that Lucifer doesn’t often masturbate. I think he is a mix of too exhausted and too prideful to pleasure himself alone. However on the rare occasion he finds himself in the mood, I picture he primarily masturbates in the shower. To him its both more convenient and less messy, so he won’t have to waist time with clean up. Catching him in the act is nearly impossible. There is not simple, oops you walked in moment. Instead the only way you end up catching him in the act is either deliberately on his part or on your part.  

One late night after a long week where Lucifer had gone on a major punishment rampage of HoL and all it’s inhabitants, some of the brothers (Satan, Belphie mostly) had dragged you into a scheme to mess with Lucifer. It started off rather innocent, after all you had to shoot down some of the brothers more dramatic plans. You were going to help by taking advantage of Lucifer while he was vulnerable and in the shower. You sneak into his room as instructed, with the devised paint bomb Satan told you to hide. While you creeped around his bedroom looking for the perfect spot to plant it, you hear Lucifers voice saying your name from the bathroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin, so sure he has sensed you somehow sneaking around his room. Before you could answer, you heard him calling your name again, more husky and deep this time, it sent shivers down your spine. It was commanding and frighting but exhilarating the same. You waited a bit now outside the bathroom door, waiting for him to appear, but he didn’t. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear the water in his shower still running. “mmh, MC, yes, just like that. Good Human. Know your place.” Your knees felt week as you listened to Lucifer’s voice moan. Is he… is he…oh god I can’t even say it in my head! You think to yourself, your face turning a bright red. You suddenly hear him grunting a bit louder and faster, knowing what was coming next. Complete shocked, aroused and a bit humiliated, you dash out of his room, still clutching the paint bomb. You ran past Satan and Belphie stuttering about how you won’t do it and locked yourself in your room.

Mammon: He’s such a Simp for MC, a partier, and some of his lines when you touch him are suggestive, no one can tell me he doesn’t jack off at least once a week. In my head cannon, Mammon prefers to masturbate in his room, but he’s greedy and impulsive so I could see him quickly pleasing himself in the Bathroom at RAD after having some naughty intrusive thoughts, especially about MC. Catching him in the act is almost too easy, and has probably happened more than once.

One night Mammon was chilling on his bed, completely nude and tossing and turning among his blankets trying to sleep. He was getting more and more frustrated as time passed, his cock semi hard and his mind racing. Ugh whatever, I’ll try jackin’ off. Maybe that will get me tired. Mammon simply laid on his back, his head resting into his plush pillows and blankets completely tossed off of him. One hand wrapped around his thick member as he slowly stroked it and rubbed the tip a bit with his thumb. His other hand scrolled threw some porno videos on his go too sight, and while they peaked some of his interest, he was struggling to get himself worked up. Mammon glanced around before bringing up a secret video/photo album on his phone. It was a collection of videos and pictures of you in poses or doing things he found erotic, like you bending over his pool table, or the time you all went to the beach together and he got to see you half naked. If you or anyone found out he had these photos he would be dead. He felt his cock start to pulsate and twitch as he watched one of his videos of you on the beach, sprawled out on the sand. He imagined what it would be like to fully undress you and tease you with his fingers tongue and cock. His strokes were becoming more erratic and his breath mixed with heavy pants and grunts. And that’s when you opened his bedroom door shouting, “Mammon, have you seen my…” You got a full view of Mammon, sweating, fully nude with his erection gripped hard in his hands. After a second that felt like a frozen eternity, Mammon shrieked, throwing his phone and covering himself with his blankets. You shriek back with multiple apologies, racing out of his room and slamming the door behind you. Mammon didn’t come out of his room for a week, which is completely not like him, even Lucifer was concerned.

Leviathan: There is no way around it, this boy is a shut in otaku who is so touches starved but too shy to ask, and wants someone to love him (and dominate him). My head canon that I think most of the Obey Me fandom can agree, he’s horny and masturbates a lot. Most likely he has a collection of Henti and toys (Not as much as Asmodeus, but a good amount).

Right in the middle of the day Levi was sitting in his gaming chair was such a throbbing boner that he couldn’t concentrate at all on his game. It was his turn to do laundry this morning, but you had left your clothing in the dryer overnight. He swears his actions were innocent. He wanted to make you happy, so he took you laundry out for you and started folding it, when he saw them. Your underwear. And not just any underwear, these were made of black silk, so soft and sexy. Since that moment Levi has not stopped picturing them on you, how they would softly pinch into your skin, making that cute slight pudge by your hips. T hey way your ass would look in them. The way the black silk would cling to your sex. He couldn’t take it. He abandoned his game and quickly pulled his pants and underwear down a bit to free his member. His cock sprung to life, the tip dripping with precum. He imagined your voice calling him a pervert. A blush formed across his face. He was so aroused that he didn’t even grab on of his toys or even any lube, instead he wrapped his fingers around his member and started to pump. His toes were up on his desk, gripping and curling, while his other hand gripped the top of the chair next to his head. He bit his lip, as he started to think about you straddling him in the underwear, calling him all kinds of nasty names, maybe even running your hands on his body, and licking him. Maybe if he was good you would let him put it in you? Maybe if he begged. Levi started to pump himself very fast now, huffing, and whining and moaning, his hips rutting into his hand as well, his orgasm approaching fast. “Hey Levi wanna play that new game you….” You entered his room without a thought since his door was unlocked. You knew you were suppose to knock and say the password but you were just so excited and now you knew why. The moment Levi’s eyes met with yours he couldn’t stop himself, his orgasm crashed down on him as his moaned/ nearly yelled your name, as ribbons of white exploded out of his cock, covering his body in his own fluids. Levi couldn’t remember the last time he had cummed so hard. However clarity settled in too fast as he screeched, sobbed and fell out of his chair trying to get his pants back on. You yelled out your apologies as you ran down the hall back to your own room. Levi was mortified. He, like Mammon, also stayed in his room, however for him it was well over a month. He couldn’t even say your name, and any attempt you made to interact would be ignored. It took him a while and a lot of work on your end for him to move past this.

Satan: Personally I don’t see him masturbating that much. I think he prefers an intimate interaction of self pleasuring, but that doesn’t mean he never does it. When he does its almost always after reading a really smutty scene in a book. I don’t think he uses any toys and prefers it to be in the comfort of his own room.

Satan had started a new book recently where the main love interest was described similarly to you. Sometimes he would even catch himself reading the characters name as your name, as the words came to life in his mind it was as if he was reading a wonderful love story between the two of you. And tonight he was reading a rather thrilling chapter where the two characters finally become intimate with each other. As Satan’s eyes hungerly read the page, he couldn’t help but notice his hips squirming, his bulge becoming more apparent, and desiring some friction. His one hand starts to rub his cock through his pants. As the chapters starts to vividly describe the characters fighting for their climax, he pictured both of you in that scenario, and the slight rubbing was not enough. He unzipped his pants, letting his cock swell in his hand and began stroking himself, never taking his eyes off his book. His breath coming out in pants as the characters get cloer like himself. He didn’t hear your knocks. You entered his room, just peaking your head in calling his name. He was reading on the couch and jumped when he heard your voice. Satan tried to loudly talk about anything while he stuffed himself back into his pants and hoped you didn’t hear him zip them back up. However when he saw your blushing face, he knew that you had caught him. It made his heart quicken and blush color his face as well. “I’m sorry, I see your busy I’ll go.” You say and quickly left his room before he could even tell you to stop. Unlike Mammon and Levi, he was only a bit embarrassed. He didn’t hide in his room at all. He actually found it a bit thrilling and erotic that you caught him.  

Asmodeus: My head canon is that he purposely leaves his door unlocked or even open when he is masturbating. He is proud of his body and wants everyone too see him, sometimes hoping for someone to join in with him. Catching him is too easy. He’s the personification of lust so he uses everything and anything.  

The first time you catch him is on a regular school day in the afternoon. Asmodeus was admiring himself in the mirror, his new skin care products made his skin look absolutely flawless over his entire body. As he stripped out of his uniform he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused by the feel of his own body. His cock was already twitching and standing erect by the time his pants were off. His fingers slowly and erotically rand up and down his thighs hips and belly, sending shivers through out his body. If only MC would come join me and admire my beauty right now. His inability to charm you was a sore spot for him but thrilling to imagine that moment he wins you over. He imagines with on your knees, completely undressed for him, simply wide eyes as you marvel at his perfect body. Asmo closes his eyes and imagines all these touches come from your hands. Asmo reached for his sensual body lubricant as on of his many stimulating toys. He laid down in front of his mirror, going between glancing at himself and closing his eyes to imagine the two of you getting intimate together. His hands stroked his member sensually while the other used the toy on his most sensitive spot. He whined and moaned out. That’s when he heard a knock on the door and knew it was your knock. “Come in MC, Perfect timing.” Asmo said with a panting breath. You walk in thinking everything was normal, and let out a large gasp as you see Asmo on the floor filled with ecstasy. “I was hoping you would join me MC.” Your heart is racing and face is on fire at the sight and offer. However you reject it by stammering and leaving his room, unable to say a single cohesive sentence. Though it hurt Asmo’s ego that you didn’t stay was him, he took your cute shyness as a compliment and continued to imagine it was he climaxed. You’re the one at dinner later that night who can’t seem eat there food and was incredible distracted while Asmo kept giggling as he teased you.

Beelzebub: I feel like Beels Horniness is not that low but not that high. He’s like right in the middle. I think when he does feel aroused he typically masturbates. He’s the Himbo of the group and we love him for that, so I find he is super simple minded about things. For example, I feel hungry, so I eat. He feels horny so he jacks off. It’s just as simple as that. He likes his privacy so he will do it in places where he is alone like his room when Belphie isn’t there or the shower.

One day when Belphie was napping in the attack, Beel returned to his empty room after practice. He was already showered but still felt so achy and exhausted. He laid on his bed to take a quick nap and ended up in a very deep sleep. He was happy though because he was able to dream of you and the two of you were walking through a beautiful forest where everything was edible. You had gotten covered in rare sweet honey and allowed Beel to lick it off of you. In the dream Beel found your skin very tasty with the honey and you let him take off your clothing and cover you in more honey to lick. Beel got to kiss and lick new places on you and started to feel very excited. Even in his dream he could feel how hard and needy his cock was feeling. You had pushed Beel down and drizzled honey on his member and now you were licking him. The excitement of the dream resulted in Beel waking up from his sleep, his cock throbbing and wet with precum. Beel closed his eyes savoring in his dream as his strong hands wrapped around his thick member and pumped it to the same rhythm of your mouth in his dream. Beel let out low grunts and clenched his teeth as his continued to pleasure himself. “Oh Beel I’m glad your back I was just…” You were so used to safely walking into the twins room that you never bothered knocking. You let out of squeak when you realized when Bell was doing. Beel immediately stopped and sat up straight in bed, his face red and his words simple stutters. You both start apologizing. As you turn to leave you promise to knock next time. Beel was left to sit in bed debating if he should continue or if the moment passed and he should get a snack. I think he would have a hard time making eye contact for a good week. Until you both share a meal together and hes back to normal.

Belphegor: I fully believe he’s someone who will slowly jack off and half the time never finish before he either loses interest or falls asleep. I also thing that when he does fully masturbate, it’s if he can’t sleep and needs something to exhaust him, or he does it in his sleep when having a very vivid dream. Boy has more wet dreams than anyone. Catching him in the act is rare simply because it’s rare that he does it.

However on this particular night, Belphie was having such a hard time sleeping. He had been resting a lot recently since school was on break and now he was laying in his bed listening to Beel snore as time ticked on. Maybe a change of scenery would help. Belphie crept through the halls of HoL. He passed your room, noticing the door was slightly opened. He peeked in to see you soundly sleeping. He noticed half your body was uncovered, and your were sleeping in only year underwear. Belphie chuckled to himself, and closed your door. He moved on to the attic and got himself comfortable. As he closed his eyes, he noticed that the image of your near naked body wouldn’t leave his mind and his member started to twitch. Seriously Belphie whispered to himself. He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t and now he found himself fully erect. Belphie sighed and flipped onto his back. While under the covers he started to slowly pump his cock as it throbbed and tingled. Belphie bit on his covers as he started to picture you sleeping peacefully. A blush formed on his cheeks at the thought of him possibly entering your dreams and playing with your body, teasing you mercilessly. His pace quickened and he began to moan a little, his eyes shut tight. He didn’t hear your foot steps or see you enter the attack until he heard you gasp a little. He slowed his pace but never stopped and opened his eyes to see you wearing a robe. “I thought you were looking for me when you stopped by my room before ah, anyway I’m sorry I didn’t mean too..” You were a nervous mess and Belphie liked it. “You should be. This is all your fault MC.” You blush, and your stomach flutters. Belphie laughs a little as he sees your face. Your turn and run away. Now you’re the one whos too shy to make eye contact with him and avoid him and his endless teasing.

[slytherinprincess03]

Under the Mistletoe

I wrote this little story for Christina’s (@nebulablakemurphy) writing challenge. Congratz on 500 followers hon x (considering it’s been awhile since I started writing this, you probably have loads more followers now)

I know this is long overdue, it’s been in my drafts for a very long time. But I finally finished it, (I hoped I would have finished it in time for Christmas, but since it’s the beginning of the year, it’s still acceptable right?) so I just decided to post it.

Anyway hope you’ll enjoy reading this :)

I used prompt 10 from humor, it will be in bold

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Words: 1410

Warnings: none, I think. Perhaps semi bad writing?

(Y/N) - your name

(Y/H) - your house

You were sitting at the Y/H table, casually eating your breakfast when suddenly your favorite Weasley's flopped down next to you.

'Well hello there Y/N' George grinned up at you 'Don't you look lovely today' Fred smiled at you cheekily. You raise your eyebrows in surprise 'I'm wearing my school uniform, there's nothing lovely about that.'

'That doesn't matter, love, you still look lovely' he winks at you, which makes you glance at the twins in suspicion. They never complimented you like this and when they do they always want something from you.

'All right what do you want?' You sigh 'what makes you think we want something?' George asks in false hurt, clasping his hand over his heart dramatically. 'We can't even be nice and compliment our friend?' Fred chimes in with his brother's acting.

'I know you two, whenever you compliment me like this, you guys definitely want something from me.' 

'She knows us too well Freddie' George says to his twin 'it appears she does Georgie' Fred sighs dramatically. They give each other a look and George groans 'fine' 'all right, so you want to help us pranking again Y/N?' Fred asks you.

'Depends on who you want to prank' you say, playing with your food while being lost in your thoughts. 'This will be legendary, we were planning on pranking Malfoy' the twins' smirk at you.

'Malfoy? Are you serious? I'm sorry, but you are on your own, I'm not helping' you shake your head and make your way to stand up, but George and Fred force you to sit down again. 'Is it because you like him?' They ask simultaneously while wiggling their eyebrows.

'Are you guys crazy? Of course, I don't like him, what were you thinking?!' you whisper yell indignantly. 'Then prove it, if you really don't like him, help us prank him' Fred smirks  "You are not going to let this go until I agree on doing this, will you?" "nope," the twins grin smugly. "Ugh fine" you sigh in annoyance "but just this once" you continue. "Yes!" Fred and George exclaim excitedly and high-five each other. "What's your plan?"

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After many eyerolls and sighing, trying to get out of helping the twins, you reluctantly agreed to carry out the plan. The reason you didn't want to help with pranking Malfoy, was because you had a massive crush on him. No one knew about it, although Fred and George might since they were constantly pestering you about it. However, you didn't want to admit to your feelings publicly yet, so you decided to go along with the prank. Seeing as you didn't want Fred and George to know as well, despite having a feeling they were onto you.

Because you desperately wanted to 'proof' you didn't have a crush on Draco, you were setting up the prank in the early morning hours. Fred and George were somewhere on the lookout, they would let you know if someone was coming. The plan was to have Draco be glued to someone who he at the very least disliked.

You were surprised when Fred and George knew he was always roaming the halls of Hogwarts way before anyone woke up. You wondered if he perhaps liked the quietness, you knew for a fact that you did. Fred and George had planned for the prank to play out in the dungeons, specifically near the Slytherin Common Room. That is where you were currently finishing the last touches on the prank.

Just as you were adding the last touches, you heard footsteps approaching. Quickly you went to hide in your hiding spot. You could clearly see the blond Slytherin nearing the prank with every step he took.

However, before you could comprehend what was happening, you felt an invisible force push you towards Draco Malfoy. You stumbled and collided with his chest. You smiled sheepishly at Draco, your cheeks reddening "hi" you mumbled. "Hello Y/N" he grinned down at you with raised eyebrows "fancy meeting you here, do you normally stand this close to a guy or am I an exception?"

"Of course not, do you usually act like a pompous arse?" you ask him innocently, to which he chuckles. "You're cute, did you know that?" You huff in annoyance "I am not cute" Draco smiles to that, but soon his face turns serious. "Well, it was interesting to meet you like this, but I am afraid I must continue. So if you could step aside, that would be lovely."

You take in his facial expression and wonder how he will react to your answer. "I would love to if I could, but if you haven't noticed yet we're kind of stuck to each other." Draco's eyes narrow at that "What do you mean?" You pause, hesitation written on your face. After contemplating for a while you glance at the ceiling. Draco, noticing your glance, follows you with his eyes. His eyes widening in shock when he sees the mistletoe hanging above you.

"So we're stuck to each other until we kiss?" Draco asks horrified "Well yes, that is essentially the purpose of mistletoe" you reply dryly "unless you want to wait for the off chance of someone finding us and knowing how to get rid of it without us kissing." To which he glares at you "very funny Y/N" he replies sarcastically."Yes, I know I'm funny, thank you" you grin "are you serious right now?" he asks with a bewildered look. "No, I'm Y/N" you joke "Salazar, you really have been spending too much time with the Weasley's" he mumbles under his breath. "What was that?" You ask, not having quite heard what he said "nothing" he replies quickly, to which you narrow your eyes in suspicion. Eventually you decide to let it slide, not having the energy to get it out of him.

"Alright, I have an idea" his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "What if we trick the mistletoe by kissing each other on the cheek?" You look at him to see he is actually serious about his 'idea', baffled by the fact he doesn't know that wouldn't work, you shrug your shoulders. "I know for certain that's not going to work, but you can try if you want" before you know it, Draco plants his lips on your cheek, which causes your cheeks to redden. However, like you said, his action did not work as you are still stuck to each other.

"Well, that did not work" Draco mumbles dryly "yes, just like I told you" you replied. “Obviously, smart arse” he rolls his eyes in slightly annoyed. Before you can reply, a piece of parchment suddenly floads between you and Draco. You look at each other in confusion. "Well go on, what does it say?" Draco eggs you on, you roll your eyes and take the parchment out of the air. "It says: oy stop with the chit chat already and kiss each other for Merlin's sake." Your brows furrow at that, until you've come to the realization this was the twins' plan all along. Get you and Draco in a secluded spot and trying to get you to confess your feelings towards him.

"Bloody hell, someone's watching us? My father will hear about this" Draco is now seething. "Well maybe we should listen to the note" you suggest while shrugging your shoulders. Which results in Draco giving you a bewildered look "are you sure you want that? I don't want you to feel pressured, we could just-" he gets cut off by you grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his lips "I love you even more for caring about my consent" you say with a smile "did you just say you love me?" he asks with a grin. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off "it's a good thing, because I love you too."

You can't hide the smile forming on your face "good" you answer and lean in to kiss Draco again, your hands gripping his blond locks.

  After a much needed air break, you lean your foreheads against each other "where have you been all my life?" Draco murmurs contently "hiding from you" you answer with a grin plastered on your face. "Merlin, you are going to be the death of me" he says while grabbing your face to kiss you again.

Meanwhile Fred and George share a high five "Mischief managed" they whisper to each other simultaneously, grinning from ear to ear.

[fuck-you-too-world]

Ya, that post... The link above... Is driving me insane!

I 100% blame it on you (no not really, but I need to be dramatic so please let me) for all those sleepless night for few days cus the bunnies won't leave me and my brain kept conjuring more twist and world building and more promt or ideas kept coming making this one small crack idea into a full blown AU!!!

I hate this Phandoms for dragging me even deeper down the rabbit hole...

No, no i didn't. It's a lie. I love you guys so much.

But all the pain and suffering this cause me until I put this together is unbearable!

I demand head Pat and hugs!!!

...

AND ICE CREAM!

UGH... So many ideas from different blog and prompt and stories...

ALL MASHED UP INTO THIS!!!

Lord Mr. Fool have mercy!

It all start with the card...

The. Fucking. Card. Of. Free. Jail. One.

All I need is just one look at that card and my mind goes into the next card...

Uno Reverse card

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Walker : PHANTOM! I WILL CATCH YOU AND YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME THIS TIME!!!

Danny : umh, I dunno man... *reach down to his hidden pocket that he stitched last time, slowly pulling out something*

Walker : *standing right in front of Danny with a triumph grin* Time to go to jail criminal.

Danny : Nah, I don't think I will *slowly his face morph into a shit eating grin* ... But you are Walker *pull the uno reverse card in front of Walker*

Walker : wha-

Danny : uno reverse bitch!

Walker : NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Danny : GUESS WHO GOT TO BE STUCK BEHIND THE BARS NOW!!! DEFINITELY NOT ME!!! *cackles with glee*

Walker walks in to the cell that he has prepare for Phantom and is stuck in there cuz Danny pull the reverse card and now he's stuck in his own prison by his own game.

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Then

Shits

Goes

fUckIng

dOwN

hArD

It was a fleeting thought before it escalated into a full blown AU that I didn't plan to happen but they happen anyway. Add with all the ideas and plot bunnies I read through this rabbit hole in tumblr... I an up having an AU...

No one is taking this baby from me and they're now my canon now!!!

*proceed to run away with the AU clutched protectively in my arms*

Did I said what this AU turn into???

Ah, not yet... Well, you see...

This is a Damian twins AU where Danny died as a babe cuz he's kinda a still born? Like born premature and is smaller, weaker, sickly, and all the things that Damian is the superior twin. Which cause Ra's to find him useless, as twisted as it maybe for her own way and selfishness Talia beg Ra's to let her keep her younger child.

Danny died when he was 2 yo in a sparring training.

Damian knows he has a younger twin but only remember his name, Danyal, as well as his hyperfixation on space. Other than that, he only knows mostly from stories his grandfather told him (all bad and negatif on how Danyal is a disgrace for being so weak) and his mother (about all the things he couldn't really remember at younger age and how close they were, especially about how he always take care of his brother), Damian always pretend like he didn't care about his dead weak brother when in all honesty, he work hard and train harder to please his mother just so he could hear more stories about his brother.

Talia tried to revive Danyal by dipping him inside of Lazarus Pit, however, he never come back up. He disappear just like that, without any trace leaving Talia devastated but also hopeful that her child might survive somewhere - Ra's wasn't that happy since the failure's disappearance is a variable he didn't like to have especially if the boy lived - Talia work hard to try to find her second child.

Lazarus Pit has its own portal down on the base of the Pit and since Danny as a baby has been in a finicky status of being alive and dead and live close to the pit, he disappear into the portal. Lazarus Pit is honestly just a leak of ectoplasm - corrupted ectoplasm mind you that the ghosts won't even come close or poke with a thousand foot pole even if they don't need to breathe - end up in infinite realm before a natural portal open up and he got sucked into it where he was thrown out to Amity Part, Illinois. The hotspot place full of ectoplasm, he was found unconscious by the Fentons couple and they brought him home where they proceed to adopt him when he woke up without any memories.

That's how Daniel Fenton come to exist, especially with how small he is the townsfolk mistook him as a babe and easily think he's been there his whole life so any thought of him being adopted was just... Never cross their mind especially with his color palette close to Jack's.

But of course, his life wasn't that easy even after he leave the league without knowing it. The adult Fentons are not the best parents, Danny basically was raised by Jazz - his two years older, older sister - since Jazz could cook which was at age 6 (just making pancakes that she learns from the old lady down town, an easy recipe but hard work for the small child) it was edible and she got better as time goes.

Jack and Maddie were so focused on their portal to the so called Ghost Zone they basically didn't have any children (they're not involved in either of the kid's life) at this point but they always makes Danny clean up their mess when they go out hunting. They finish building the portal when Danny was 13 and Jazz was 15, Danny wasn't happy about being in the lab again but he could try for his parents (jazz wa she same). But of course the portal didn't work, distraught both adult left their children unsupervised without any lab safety alone in the lab.

Danny was mad, he was annoyed, angry, livid even.

All those time wasted, for what? For the portal to not working?!

All those years living in a house without love

Without acknowledgement

Without care

Where he's just cleaning their mess

Where he was never looked

Where he was nothing but a ghost to them

Jazz was there.

She cares

She loves him

Heck! She's basically the adult in the household but she's also a child and she should- no SHE FUCKING DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE A CHILD, LOVED, CARED, ABLE TO LIVE HER CHILDHOOD! BUT NO! THE ADULTS WHO CALLED THEMSELVES THEIR PARENTS ARE COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT AND IRRESPONSIBLE!!!

No.

He's dismantling that stupid portal since its not working anyway.

How?

Well, he's growing up and living in a lab at this point with how many times he has to clean up Jack and Maddie's mess while also makes sure nothing explodes in his face.

He has to survive in this house when his sister is not at home. So he adapt and learn how to survive, he knows how to built and programming since he's the one who set their data and research in the lab. Being the cleaning boy gives him a lot of advantage, so he knows what he's doing.

He's going to make sure the portal would never work.

After all, knowing his parents? They'll get back up again start finding what is wrong with portal then fix it and BAM. The portal would be open OR they would kill everyone within vicinity with a large explosion.

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But knowing Danny's luck?

You could guess what happen with that simple plan.

Good thing he has Jazz there to help him huh?

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OH MY SWEET ICE TEA THAT WAS INTENSE!!! Fuh... Welp! That is just the rough sketch of the story :D

I call this Reverse AU

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Just for the crack of uno reverse card purpose and nothing else :)

(I just don't know what to call it and honestly, I kinda lake the name so just go with it)

Though I'm not that good of a writer and English is kinda not my first language sooooo... Ignore da grammar errors lol.

What do you guys think?

Do heed thy warning I gave you... This here barely scrapt the ice berg that I have create in the late night of my sleepless journey.

Bye!

[cwritesforfun]

Jake Hangman Seresin x Fem!Reader: Hopelessly Love You

Prompt from @write-it-motherfuckers​ : Person A: “Do you really have to keep doing that?” Person B: “How else am I meant to get your attention?” Person A: “...Ask?” Person B: “And risk judgment and rejection? Heavens no.”

Y/N’s POV

For the past few weeks, all I can hear is Jake Seresin’s voice talking nonstop in my ear. I’m the WSO that flies with him, so we’re stuck together under normal circumstances. But recently, it’s like we can’t be separated for more than one minute including at night. 

I got kicked out of my apartment within the first week at Top Gun because the rest of the squad came to my place honking and blaring music to get my attention. My landlord said that was my first warning. The second issue was when I had everyone over and they bothered my neighbors. Within 2 hours of that event, I had an eviction notice on my door. I didn’t even like the place to be honest, but it was close to the base. Jake said I could stay with him until I found a place. Little did I know that he had one bed and wouldn’t let me sleep on the couch, so we shared a bed. So you see I’m in his presence from dusk til dawn.

One day, he was called to report in another city. I realized that day that I liked having him around and I like Jake Seresin. I had tried not to think about that, but his constant presence was a comfort to me. Without it, I felt alone.

Skip to this Friday night at the Hard Deck... 

Phoenix and I are drinking together in our own booth. It feels good to not have the boys breathing down our necks the whole night. She pulled me away for girl talk and the boys said they would have boy talk. 

Phoenix exclaims “Hangman loves you.” I laugh and reply “Shut up. He does not!” She laughs and replies “OMG and you love him back! Wait, since when?” I answer “That weekend he left, I realized I actually like having him around constantly. I then thought about it and I knew it wasn’t just his presence that I liked. It was him.” She replies “Shit. That was... go ask him out.” I reply “No and ruin a friendship. I’d also have to move.” She replies “Ugh you’re so dramatic. Look at him.”

I look over at the boys by the pool and darts area. I see Hangman smirk and wave. I wave back and turn to Phoenix.  I say “Just because he is smiling and waving does not mean he likes me. He’s just being friendly.” She laughs and replies “He’s been staring and watching you all night. He truly like likes you. He’s so down bad for you girl.” I reply “I could lose him.” She replies “You could lose him even if you don’t ask him out. He’ll become someone else’s girl and he’ll move on. So just get up and tell him you like him.” I reply “You’ve made me sad now. I’m going to drink at the bar.”

I storm off to the bar with my half-empty drink and order another.

I smell him before I see him. He smells like citrus, the sun, and home.

I hear Jake ask “What did Phoenix say?” I snap “Do you really have to keep doing that?” He asks “Keep doing what?” I answer “Staring at me every minute of every day.” He asks “How else am I meant to get your attention?” I answer “...Ask?” He replies “And risk judgment and rejection? Heavens no.” I reply “Heavens no? What? Are you my mom?” He smirks and answers “No, but I’d call you mommy in bed if that’s what you wanted.” I stand up next to his ear and whisper into it “All I want is you.”

I walk off to join our friends and before I reach them, Jake stops me and asks “Can we ... can we talk outside for a sec?” I answer “Sure.”

Once outside, I ask “So what’s up?” Jake puts his hands on either side of my face and says “I can’t keep pretending that I’m not hopelessly in love with you. You have to know even if you don’t feel the same way. If you don’t feel the same, you can have the house. You’re it for me.” I ask “Is this your way of asking to kiss me?” He asks “May I kiss you?” I answer “Yes you may.” He fully leans in and we kiss.

Jake pulls away from the kiss to ask “So, you like me right?” I answer “I’m hopelessly in love with you too.” He smiles widely and crashes our lips together this time with more fervor. 

[shishirona]

what other people think of you doesnt matter at all, its not about fitting in, its about expressing yourself and having fun! i know you put a lot of work into it, and your content is more than ok. please, dont put yourself down for no reason. theres nothing wrong with you, or the way you interact, you are valuable all on your own, and worthwhile. even if i had never pointed it out, it would still be true.

also, if its not too late, ∞-

maybe, you could use the lyrics as a prompt for fluffy metadede, since they seem to be giving off Meta Knight Vibes, and double combine it with your post about meta knight hugging dedede with his wings, warm and safe!

if these dont turn out, you could use the last ones (spent gladiator 2)! where meta knight is dead tired after fighting (or in general), and reflecting on his lifes Trials, Near dedede, he gives him a Thank You For Being Someone I Can Trust Hug!! bonus if you write a lil Moment after each lyric instead of in one big Chonk for dramatic poetic timing

Thank you, anon, that is super sweet of you and really picked my mood up 💖💖

I chose some new lyrics, and incorporated them into a drabble! With added wing-hugs!

!! MetaDede drabble under the cut !! 

If I’m alive and well,

Meta Knight staggers, holding himself upright by firmly planting Galaxia into the ground. He’s just won the battle against the evil threatening Popstar while Kirby took a well-deserved nap, but not without a cost. His mask is in pieces, split through the middle and hanging on only with the straps wound tightly around his head. Half of his face is exposed; his left eye, the blue blush under it, and half his mouth, curled downward with a trail of blood trickling down from the corner all on display.

But he’s alive.

He’s won.

Will you be there?

And then Dedede is there, Meta watches him run to Meta’s side through his peripheral vision. Meta Knight tries to take a step, but it just brings him closer to the ground. He has trouble breathing and when he tries to take a deep breath, he breaks out into a coughing fit, stumbling backwards. He’s going to hit the ground.

Except, he doesn’t. His fall is blanketed by Dedede’s arms. Dedede shifts Meta’s weight to one arm and sits down, bringing the knight closer to him. He clicks his tongue when he lays eyes on the carnage that is Meta’s face and reaches down to peel the remainder of Meta’s mask off him.

“Geez, Meta,” Dedede mutters, throwing the mask off to the side. He cups Meta’s face, wiping the blood on the corner of Meta’s mouth with a thumb. “Wanna let me know in advance when ya go off to save the world next time? I could’ve prepared a first-aid kit, but ya caught me empty-handed.”

Holding my hand?

Meta chuckles hoarsely. He seeks out Dedede’s hand, grasping it firmly. “It’s my duty,” he whispers, because talking outright hurts. He slowly brings Dedede’s hand up to his mouth, maintaining eye-contact when he presses his lips to the back of it. Dedede rolls his eyes with an exasperated but fond smile. “As your knight.”

Dedede squeezes Meta’s hand. He brings the knight up to his chest, cradling him to his chest and gently kisses the top of Meta’s head. “Mm. But as your king, I have a duty of care. If I can’t keep ya from divin’ head-first into danger, very least I could do is make sure ya rest up nice an’ good before ya go fightin’ some evil again.“

Meta smiles, and winces when it hurts. “Ugh,” he grumbles, “It hurts to smile.”

Dedede softly laughs. The sound makes Meta’s heart flutter. “Serious knight like you? Ya don’t gotta worry about smilin’ too much.”

“Of course. I smile most when I am with you, Dedede. You have that effect on me,” Meta teases, playful and flirty despite everything. He lifts up a wing, and wraps it around Dedede in the approximation of a hug.

“Meta…” Dedede doesn’t know what to say. So he just holds Meta tighter, peppering kisses on his head. Meta tilts his head up, straining a little to lift his face and finally meeting Dedede’s lips with his own. They kiss, deeply, and one of Dedede’s hands settle on the space between Meta’s wings. He’s gentle but desperate, pouring his uncertainties about Meta’s life earlier and his relief upon seeing the knight emerge victorious all into this kiss. Meta reciprocates just as fiercely, and they part only when they’re both out of breath.

“I love you,” Meta whispers.

“An’ I love you, Meta,” Dedede whispers back. “You’re gonna love me a whole lot less when I confine ya to Castle Dedede ‘til you’re healed, I reckon.”

Meta wraps his wings just a bit tighter around Dedede’s form. “Nothing could put a dent in my love for you.”

[zorcskhakis]

thief/heart double date to a carnival

(As i was writing this the scene turned into an amusement part but thematically i think it still tracks)

"AAHAHAHA! AGAIN!"

"No! Not again!" Marik grabbed Bakura's sleeve as the two of them stumbled out of the roller coaster for the fourth time, dizzy and unsteady on their feet. Bakura looked madly giddy, already stumbling back over to go again, but Marik looked positively green.

"If we go again," he stated emphatically, dragging Bakura backwards, "I am going to puke."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Fine. Let the record show that you're no fun, though. I'm the fun one, and you're boring."

Ordinarily such an accusation would have drawn sharp ire from Marik, but in his sickened state he did not even attempt to argue. "Yes, fine, whatever. You're the fun one." Marik groaned as he plopped down in a free seat at the picnic table across from the roller coaster where Ryou and Yugi had been waiting together in the shade, sharing a large plate of funnel cake.

"Having fun?" Ryou asked as Bakura approached the table.

"It would be more fun if they let me hold on," Bakura sighed. "But the stupid attendants insist on using the harnesses."

"Well, Bakura, we do like you in one piece," Yugi laughed.

"Ugh, it's so hot," Marik complained, slinking away from ths table to lay in the grass under a nearby tree. "And not hot like it is back in Egypt, it's muggy."

Bakura had already sprinted off - for a moment, Ryou thought about leaping up to follow him, but then again, there was only so much trouble he could get into, and he was never gone for too long. Besides, he had been better lately, if only marginally.

"Oh, Ryou," Yugi said suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You've got a little..." he gestured at his own lip.

Ryou's attempts to mirror Yugi’s movements proved unsuccessful, prompting Yugi to reach out, carefully brushing the powdered sugar from Ryou's face with his thumb.

"There, got it," he said with a soft smile.

Ryou returned the expression. "Thank you."

"Ugh." Marik's voice sounded from behind them, and Ryou glanced back to see him watching them out from under the arm he had dramatically slung across his face. "Now I'm really going to puke. You guys are gross."

"Like you and Bakura don't get just as mushy or worse with eachother," Ryou snapped back, but he could not hide his faint amusement.

As if he had been summoned, Bakura returned then to the picnic table, settling himself into the grass next to Marik. "Here you are," he said, placing something in Marik's hand.

"A fan?" Marik observed, holding up the small plastic device and pressing the button, seeming instantly somewhat relieved as the steady air stream flowed over his face and hair.

"You stole it, didn't you." Ryou stated plainly - it was not a question he needed to ask.

"Okay, well, who's the real thief here, Ryou? Me, or the man who's selling these cheap plastic gizmos for ten dollars a piece?"

"Fair point. On to the next roller coaster, then?"

Bakura grinned. "Thought you'd never ask."

[kybabi]

sorry, i didn't realize i submitted it as a post. it's okay if ure not comfy w/ characters death! i also love some angst to fluff fic, so injury fic is all good, thank you in advance!🥺

reacting to their s/o getting injured after an argument

w/ sakusa, suna, and atsumu

(a/n: LOL BYE i feel like i write for the same people every time ugh someone take my phone away

anyways thank you for requesting; i was happy to write for this prompt! i lowkey hated the way i wrote it, but i hope this is somewhat ok💘)

sakusa

you and sakusa were.. disagreeing on some things

“so what, am i just supposed be okay not being a priority in your life?”

“why are you being so dramatic? that’s not true at all, and you know it.”

often times it felt like you were putting way more into your relationship with him than he was

when he started calling you insecure and pathetic, you decided you were done

you couldn’t look at him for the time being

so you left, angry tears in your eyes

you got in your car and began driving aimlessly, distracted and hurt

the streets were slick with sleet and you didn’t notice the car coming toward you

you panicked, swerving sharply, but ended up colliding with the vehicle

and that was the last thing you remembered

sakusa sighs as you slam the door, putting his face in his hands.

he knows he shouldn’t have called you those things. he didn’t mean them at all, and really, you were right. your relationship was important to him, but he hadn’t been treating you the way he should’ve.

he takes out his phone and texts you.

please come back. i didn’t mean what i said.

at receiving no response, he calls you. you don’t pick up. he calls you again, and the same thing happens.

he exhales, frustrated. but he figures you’ll come back to him.

he waits a few more hours. it’s 5 pm.

7 pm rolls around, and he’s getting anxious.

at 10 pm, he’s worried. could his words really hurt you this bad? so bad that you haven’t come home for hours?

at 11, he finally receives a call, sighing disappointedly at finding its not your number, but answers it anyway.

“hello?”

“hi, is this sakusa kiyoomi?”

he pauses.

“...yes? who is this?”

“hi sir, we wanted to notify you of an accident that occurred a few hours ago. l/n y/n was caught in a collision with another vehicle and suffered a few injuries that were just treated.”

sakusa freezes, heart stopping in his chest.

“what?” he whispers, voice small.

“you were on her emergency contact list, so we called you. if you’d like to visit her, she just came out of surgery.”

he doesn’t hear the rest of what the person on the other side is saying, because his pulse is racing and he’s pulling his shoes and coat on, halfway out the door.

he runs to his car, heart beating rapidly, and drives to the hospital quickly. he can’t even think straight.

when he finally arrives, quickly finding your room. he freezes, stomach dropping.

you’re still unconscious, and there are cuts on your face. parts of your arms are bruised.

he sits in the chair next to your bed, and forces himself to take a deep breath. he focuses on your chest, rising with every breath, and prays that it won’t stop.

“omi?” you whisper, a few hours later. he looks up, eyes wide, and pulls you into him, gently cradling your head and kissing your hair. he’s trembling softly, and your heart squeezes painfully.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers, refusing to let go. “i’m so sorry for what i said to you. you mean so much to me.”

you begin to cry, digging your face into him and sobbing. you breathe him in, his fresh, warm scent smelling like home. you’re overwhelmed and emotional and so, so happy he came to see you.

the two of you stay like that for a while, pressing soft kisses to each other’s lips in between moments.

“you really hate hospitals, don’t you, omi?” you whisper. this makes him laugh, the sound boyish and sweet.

“yeah. but when you’re here with me, maybe they aren’t so bad.”

suna

being in a relationship with suna was emotionally draining sometimes

it felt like you were the only person opening up and sharing their emotions with the other

but suna just didn’t feel that it was that important

and when you wouldn’t stop nagging him about it, he got fed up

“can you just leave me alone about this? stop being so emotional, it’s annoying.”

“whatever. i guess i’ll just leave, then.”

“yeah, do us both a favor.”

so you did

it was dark outside, but you needed air, so you went on a much needed walk

you walked on the street, as there were no cars around

as you turned the corner, you didn’t realize there was a car turning there, and by the time you saw it, it was too late

suna’s laying in bed, the guilt that had begun creeping into him the moment you left now triple the size.

he knows he needs to work on being open with you. it’s not your fault that you want that, and he shouldn’t have taken it out on you.

so he waits for you to come home, apology already resting on his lips.

but you never do.

it’s been a couple hours since you left, and you’re still not back yet.

he fidgets anxiously.

his phone rings, and he picks it up immediately, relieved. the relief disappears when he realizes it’s not you, and he answers, annoyed.

“what?” he grits out.

“i’m sorry, is this suna rintarou?”

“yes?”

“right. i’m calling to notify you of an accident that involved l/n y/n and a vehicle a few hours ago. we are notifying you as you are listed as their emergency contact.”

suna’s heart stops. what?

“luckily, there was no internal bleeding, just bruising. y/n was not operated on, but they are still unconscious. if you’d like to visit, you may.”

he hangs up.

his hands are numb, shock rushing through his nerves and making it hard to breathe. as he grabs his jacket and keys and heads out, he feels numb.

when he finally reaches the hospital, he calmly asks for your room number, and he’s escorted to your room.

it’s only when he finally sees you that the shock leaves his body, and his heart begins beating rapidly in his chest. tears prick at his eyes at the sight of you, laying in bed unconsciously.

he approaches your bed and thumbs at your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

“oh, baby,” he whispers sadly.

your eyelashes flutter against his thumb, and his eyes widen.

“rin?” you mumble, eyes opening slowly.

he sighs, relief flooding his senses, and he rests his forehead against you, hands coming up to cup your jaw. he pressed a kiss against your lips, warm and firm and sweet.

“you’re okay. god, you’re okay,” he whispers, voice shaky with raw emotion. the vulnerability startles you, and you look up to see his eyes brimming with tears.

“rin,” you whisper, hand coming up to caress his cheek. he grabs your wrist and keeps your hand pressed flush against him, afraid to let go.

“i’m so sorry, baby. i’m sorry, i’m sorry...” he mutters, repeating the phrase over and over. the sight breaks your heart.

“hey, i’m okay, baby. alright? everything is gonna be okay,” you reassure him, and he pulls you in tightly.

“i love you so much. you know that?”

“i know, rin. i know.”

and as you stay holding each other like this, you know the two of you will be okay.

atsumu

“do you even love me anymore?!”

“what the fuck are you talking about, y/n? why would you even say that?”

atsumu had been distant lately

he had been consumed with work, and you wondered if he even wanted to be with you

but your obsession with this notion irritated him, and quickly became annoying

“if you’re just going to be insecure, you can get out. i don’t want to deal with you when you’re like this.”

you just scoffed and grabbed your things, slamming the door on the way out

but as you began to walk away, tears began to flood your vision, and sobs wracked your body

while you didn’t want to admit it, you were immensely hurt

you were just insecure and it felt like you weren’t even worthy of atsumu’s love

you couldn’t stop hyperventilating, panic taking over and flooding your senses

you couldn’t breathe, and you begun feeling lightheaded

and that’s the last thing you remembered

a couple minutes after you leave, atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, frustrated.

he really hadn’t meant to send you away. he knows you’re just hurt and that he’s been too busy for you, but he just got fed up and lashed out at you. but now you’re gone, and he feels terrible.

he decides he’ll wait for you to come back home so he can apologize and make it up to you. he knows he has a lot to make up for.

but when you don’t return home for hours, he begins to get worried.

every time the two of you have fought, you’ve always come back after a little while. but you’re not returning his messages or calls, and you’ve been gone for too long.

he paces anxiously until his phone rings, and he looks at it hopefully. he sighs. it’s osamu.

“hell—”

“TSUMU!”

he pauses.

“what?”

“what do you mean, ‘what?’ what the fuck is wrong with you?”

atsumu stares at his phone, confused, and a little nervous.

“samu, i don’t underst—”

“y/n passed out in the cold, and from the looks of it, they’ve been lying out here for hours!” he yells into the phone. atsumu freezes.

“what?”

“how could you just leave them out here? what the hell is wrong with you?” osamu repeats, scolding him.

still in shock, eyes wide, atsumu stares at the phone.

“stupid fuckin’ idiot. i’m bringing y/n back to your house, since you were too dumb to notice they were hurt,” he mutters before hanging up.

just a few seconds later, the door opens, and osamu’s carrying you in his arms. atsumu gets up, running over to see you, and scoops you into his arms. you’re abnormally cold, pulse slow and face pale. his heart sinks, breaking into two at seeing you look so lifeless. this is his fault.

he puts you down on the couch and attempts to warm you up, placing his hands on your face.

“tsumu, what even happened?” osamu mumbles.

atsumu sighs guiltily.

“we had a fight. i told them to leave. i didn’t.. i didn’t think—”

“well no shit, you didn’t think,” osamu berates him. the two of them look at you, and there’s still no movement from you. “look, i gotta go,” he mutters. at the door, he turns back around. “hey, atsumu. be better next time.”

and as atsumu looks at you, cold and unconscious, he knows his brother is right.

he rests his forehead on yours as his eyes begin to fill up with tears.

“oh god, y/n. i’m so sorry,” he whispers guiltily. “please wake up. i shouldn’t have sent you away. i need you.”

at that, you stir gently, shivering. atsumu opens his eyes, hope and relief flooding him immediately, and he pulls away.

“y/n?” he whispers.

“c-cold,” you mumble. he scoops you off the couch and carries you to the bedroom, getting under the covers with you and pulling you into his chest. you seem to relax at that.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” atsumu mutters, rocking you gently.

“just wanted you to come back to me,” you whisper. his heart breaks, again.

“i’m here baby, okay? i’ve got you now,” he mumbles, refusing to let go. you nod into his chest.

“promise me you won’t leave me again?”

“i promise.”

[puckyess]

Hey! I’m not sure if your still doing the prompt thing for the UMich guys and if not that’s totally fine! But I was wondering if you could do #41 and #45 for Mark Estapa.

41. “You need some sleep.”

45. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Mark jolted as something sticky hit his cheek and bouts of laughter echoed through the room. He wiped at the residue on his face and grimaced when he picked up the sticky, half chewed fruit snack that had fallen into his lap. “What the hell, dude?” he questioned, waiting for the culprit to confess. Ethan shrugged, “you said to keep you awake until y/n called and you were falling asleep.” “I meant by like yelling at your video games or something, not throwing your half eaten food at me,” Mark grumbles. He was beyond tired, but the week had been a blur and he’d be damned if he missed the first real chance he had to talk to you tonight. Even if that meant subjecting himself to his obnoxious teammate just to keep his eyes open. Ethan pops another fruit snack in his mouth, “you didn’t clarify.”

On cue his phone vibrates in his lap. The involuntary smile on his face makes Eddy throw another wet fruit snack at him just as he answers your Facetime. You screech when the red glob is the first thing you see on the screen. “You don’t wanna know” Mark says, peeling it off and chucking it at his friend. Eddy dodges and calls his hello to you before escaping the room with a cackle. You giggle at their antics, missing being around the chaos.

“How was girls’ night, baby?” Mark starts the conversation, settling into his bed for the night, now that the pest is gone and he finally has his girl’s attention. You loved watching him situate the pillows so that they wouldnt fall between the wall and him climb in just to readjust his position 3 times before he was satisfied with the level of comfort. It made you think of the countless times he’d make you wait until he got everything just-so for cuddle time. Your slightly drunken state made you extra soft at the memory.

“Ugh it was so much fun, you’ll never believe what Rachel got herself into this time” you tell him, easily launching into her latest boy drama. You knew Mark probably couldn’t care less, but he manages a dramatic “oh boy, what happens on the next episode of the Rachel Show?”. Her love life really could be a reality show, made all that much funnier by your stable and happy relationship pov. He’s entertained by the way you laugh before you even get to the funny part and have to backtrack and fill in information as you go. You were quite possibly the worst story teller, a fact made worse by your wine brain as you called it, but he eats every second of it up, gasping in the appropriate places and peppering questions in here and there. Even at 1 in the morning you were animated, talking with your hands and bopping around as you got ready for bed.

Your flushed cheeks and the way your face softens as you continue to wipe more and more of your makeup off makes mark’s heart ache for you. He missed waiting for you in bed to finish your nightly routine or sitting on the counter and watching you. He doesn’t realize he’s frowning until he sees you pout. “Mark, i am too drunk and it is too late for you to be giving me those sad eyes right now. You’re gonna make me cry.” he knows it’s true, which makes him chuckle. “That is not funny” you tell him, but he’d earned a smile from you nonetheless.

“I’m just thinking about that time i picked you up from girls’ night and you had tears streaming down your face”

Knowing exactly which time he was referencing (yes, there were multiple), you burst out laughing, “and you were so concerned and ready to kick someone’s ass.”

“But really you just had thought you saw a stray dog and you were so sad that it didn’t have a home.”

“And then you pointed out that it was just on a leash that i couldn’t see from across the street.” you chuckle, finishing the story for him. it was stupid, you knew it was but it was one of those things that always got brought up and never failed to make you laugh every time.

“Enough making fun of me, how was your night?”

Mark rolls his eyes, “well i’m sure you can get the gist of it from the way this facetime started.”

“Ethan annoying the shit out of you? At least nothing’s changed”

Mark laughs at that, knowing eddy loved to get on your nerves as much as his. He paid extra special attention to bugging you whenever you came to visit. He knew you loved him just as much too. Really they all liked to annoy you or more accurately mark when you were around.

He goes on to tell you about the prank nick had pulled on dylan which made tears prick your eyes when he sent you the video evidence to go along with his storytelling. You trade stories and nothings about your day and week, catching up on all that was missed, until he yawns and gets that sleepy smile on his face. The one that tells you you need to wrap it up, but you really dont want to and apparently he doesnt either. “You need some sleep. You have a game tomorrow and class and you actually need to go this time,” you playfully scold him.

He grins back at you. “Sleep is for the weak. I wanna talk to you”

“But baby. Im doing all the talking” you tease him.

“Don't you always?” he teases you right back.

You couldn’t help that you always got an extra burst of energy around him and just felt the imminent need to share everything with him. And most of the time that came in the form of rattling off every last thought that came to your brain.

You feign offense and pretend to hang up the phone, but he doesn’t panic. “Stay on with me just a little longer, i’ll do the talking,” he bargains and you’re never one to deny him what he wants.

You switch roles, him shifting to sit up more and be more alert and you sinking into your pillows, propping his face up next to you as you lay on your side. He asks if you’ve heard anything about the new restaurant that opened up in town because he saw the menu and thinks you’d like it and promises to take you when you come visit again. He also shares that eddy tried to poison him with a new recipe two days ago, which you believe completely. “I don't know why you still let him try to cook. Last time i was there he almost burned nolan’s kitchen down,” you yawn. “Well he had supervision this time. And he used the grill so there was less of a danger.” “clearly” you giggle. The buzz in your system slowly starts to fade and the drowsiness takes over, making your eyelids feel heavy, but you can still see the soft look on his face when he echoes your words from just a few minutes ago, “you need some sleep.” your lips lazily lift into a smile and you hear yourself say, “Sleep is for the weak.” and Mark’s soft chuckle before giving into sleep.

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 5 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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It was dark by the time you woke, that much was clear since Hawks had pulled the curtains back and the only source of light was coming from the fireplace. Your chest, facing the fire, felt warm; but, your back, despite being wrapped in blankets, felt bare and cold.

Hawks was no longer nuzzled in the assortment of bedding with you, and while that shouldn't have mattered to you that much, it strangely did. You felt a tinge of anxiety as you sat up; but, then, you spotted him, or more accurately his wings, as he was fumbling around with something in the kitchen.

He had seen or felt you stirring, that much was clear when Hawks came speeding around into the living room with a water bottle in hand. His hair was a scraggly mess and he was naked, glistening with various fluids and clearly very unwashed.

"Here," he offered, slinking back into the mess of sheets and pillows.

You chugged half the water bottle down, parting with a sigh and watched Hawks hastily gulp down what was left before carelessly tossing the bottle away. It didn't land on the ground, zipped away and tossed in the trash by one of his feathers.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

One of his hands caressed the side of your neck, fingers wrapped loosely around the back and thumb prodding at your jaw. He turned your head slightly one way, then the next, examining you.

His concerned tone and the worry etched all over his face, along with his examination, had you frowning. Annoyance surfaced at Hawks behaving as if he had something wrong or even hurt you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you asked bluntly, not bothering to mask the irritation in your tone.

His eyebrows lowered slightly and his lips puckered into a pout. However, there was some ease on his face, pleased to know you hadn't lost your wits or bite. That was always a good sign.

"You know why," he uttered lowly.

"It was so horrible. That's why I begged you to keep going," you replied dryly.

It was worth the sass to watch his cheeks darken just a little bit. Hawks was very rarely the kind of get shy; but, he had exposed a very hidden part of himself to you, something dark and feral that wasn't exactly good for a pro hero, or any person for that matter.

"Keigo," you uttered, shifting your tone to something gentler. "I really did enjoy it. It didn't hurt or anything. You just wore me out, and - aheh - that was a new record for us, yeah?"

His frown slowly shifted into a faint smile. "A record for me," he uttered, shifting his gaze away. "But, I didn't get you there nearly as much."

"Come on, you know it's not that easy; and, it's not like it didn't feel good - every second of it," you protested, hand landing on his chest, right over his heart.

Hawks' skin felt sticky, no doubt with your combined sweat and possibly other fluids. But, you didn't dare retreat, staring at him with dedication until he finally looked back at you.

"How was it for you?" you asked sincerely. "Was it good - was I good?"

Hawks' eyes lit up as if he couldn't believe you had to even ask.

"Holy fu-" he breathed. "I didn't wanna make you worry or anything, so I didn't say it; but, alone, I wouldn't, y'know, masturbate. Just-" He paused to take a deep breath. "-week long stiffy."

He paused again to let out a brief, debilitating laugh. You, however, weren't laughing, frowning at the winged hero.

"So, I wasn't sure what to expect," he continued. "With you here and - well, you know, so I could-"

Hawks paused, leaning in to kiss you in an attempt to wipe the sour look off your face and to get himself to stop blabbering on senselessly.

"But, babe," he continued hastily, "goddamn, you were so, so good. Never felt so satisfied in my fucking life."

For a man who was always so secretive, always wearing a mask, the truth sounded so good on his lips, like he couldn't wait to tell you, like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders. He was wearing a small smile, eyes wrinkled at the corners, with a faint red tint on his cheeks.

"You satisfy me, too, y'know?" you whispered softly. "Always. So, I - I'm happy that I can give you that, too."

"Oh, babe," Hawks replied, matching your tone, albeit more sweetly. "This isn't new. You always make me feel so good. That's why I always come back, begging for more."

"Begging, huh? That's an option?" you teased hoarsely, leaning in to peck at the corner of his lips.

Hawks smiled, turning his head to kiss you properly, parting with a wet smack after a few seconds.

"If it's what you want?" he offered, whispering against your lips. "Me begging? Dirty girl."

You laughed softly at his teasing. If you were being honest with yourself, you were enraptured at the mere mental image, not that Hawks was too above getting on his knees for you, typically to reach your sex with his mouth. He didn't mind doing it on concrete, either, especially after a patrol, with his jumpsuit clinging to his sweaty body.

"Could I beg for something right now?" you asked softly.

"'course, babe," Hawks replied, his smile unwavering.

"Can I take a shower?" you muttered.

His brow lifted, eyes widening almost comically, and he flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah - yeah - you don't have to ask - oh - ohhh - I kinda growled at you huh-" Hawks cut off with nervous laughter, one of his hands flying up to push sweaty hair out of his face.

"You know," you began, voice a little hoarse, "you could do that outside of your rut, too?"

Hawks licked his lips before they curled into a grin. "Yeah? You like that? I can do that. Whatever you want," he replied suavely, as if you had just given him permission to do something quite dastardly.

"Ugh-" he stammered, charmed expression immediately shifting into something adorably nervous. "Before you - can I - can I look?"

To make his point clearer, Hawks slowly pulled the blanket off your body, sliding it away from your legs until you were nude to the air inside the cabin. His hands touched your knees but didn't pry them apart. Instead, you opened your legs for him, feeling a flush of nervousness as something very wet gushed from your folds, the hypersensitivity making the feeling intensified.

Hawks looked down, cheeks red and eyes comically wide; instead of following his gaze, you watched him, intrigued by the expression he was wearing. If you were being honest, it looked like the face a child made the first time they came across porn on the internet.

"Oh," he blurted dumbly.

If he didn't look so damn cute, you probably would have smacked him. It was embarrassing, if the mess looked how it felt, which it did. Hawks could see thick globs of his seed oozing from your cunt, like something out of a porno and not reality.

He swallowed loudly, resisting the urge to use his fingers to smear it all over your sex.

"Keigo?" you uttered, catching his attention suddenly.

"Sorry," he replied hoarsely. "That's really fucking hot."

His bold statement had your heart thundering with praise. However, as much as he might have enjoyed the sight of his seed dripping out of you, you were quite over it. That must have been written all over your face, for the winged hero flushed nervously.

"I'll - ugh - get you to the - the shower," Hawks stammered, standing up and carefully bringing you with him.

You didn't protest when you lifted you into his arms and carried you across the cabin, heading for the bathroom. More oozed out when he set you on your feet, and Hawks paused to stare, watching a heavy droplet slide down your inner thigh.

You dramatically cleared your throat and Hawks jolted as if you had slapped him. He staggered away, leaning into the shower to turn the nozzle. He remained standing nearby, one hand under the running water to check the temperature.

After a minute or so, and some fiddling with the knob, he pulled his hand away.

"There, scalding, just how you like it," he teased.

"Oh, shut up," you huffed harmlessly, carefully stepping past him to enter the shower.

You were surprised when he followed in after you, not because you were discomforted by his accompaniment, but because you were surprised you both managed to fit. The shower was clearly not made for couples. It made you wonder if Hawks ever expected to have someone else here with him.

Hawks carefully slid into the spot behind you as the warm water gently pummeled your front, soaking your hair and washing away the sweat. He tucked his wings in tight against his back to avoid smacking the walls and waited for his turn under the stream.

However, that thought died when he caught the sight of your back, littered with pink bruises and two large marks the shape of his teeth. Without thinking, he arched over you to kiss at the bite marks he had left over your shoulders and upper back. You whined at the sudden touch and the slight pain that blossomed on the bruised skin.

"Sorry," Hawks uttered sharply and suddenly, reeling back so quickly that he smacked into the wall, as if he had lost control for a moment.

"I should leave-" he choked out, pushing the sliding door to the shower back open.

You sharply turned around to stop him. As you took in the sight of him, you realized that he was hard again, which was likely what prompted his retreat. Well, it was an attempted retreat anyway, for you grabbed at his arm, stopping him halfway out.

"Keigo, it's okay," you uttered softly, pulling him back into the shower.

He looked comically terrified as you dragged him back into the stall and under the flowing current of the shower head. His hands smacked onto the wall and his feet skidded against the tiles as he tried not to collide with you. His wings shuddered behind him, feathers trying to remain tucked in tight against his back, resisting the urge to flex out.

"Can you be gentle?" you asked, in less of a questioning tone, and more of a guiding one.

You could see the fear melt away and unbridled, raw passion began to glow in his gold eyes.

"Fuck - really? Y-yeah," he breathed.

His tone, so grateful, so happy, tugged at your heartstrings and made your clit throb faintly between your legs. You were ashamed to think that you could still get aroused after such an eventful morning. Yet, you had no doubt, he could easily slip in right now without any preparation. It was an exciting thought.

You turned around slowly, folded your arms against the wall and laid your cheek against them, before propping up on your toes, presenting to him. Hawks braced an arm on the wall with a sudden smack that startled you. He let out a low exhale, and you wondered if he nearly fell over.

"Fuck," he sighed, confirming that suspicion. "I really - really gotta make it up to you," he uttered, hands slowly sliding over your plump hips.

"Nothing to make up," you protested softly. "'m enjoying myself, too."

He didn't pull or move you, but brought himself in. You felt the tops of his thighs against the back of yours, his knees getting knocking against you, toes curling where they touched your own feet.

You weren't surprised at how easily he slipped in. Hawks, however, clearly was, for he whined like an injured pup, and you felt his head fall forward and collide with your back. A drawn-out shudder ran through him, from head to toe, and you felt every inch of it.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned into your skin. He leaned back enough to kiss at one of your bruises. "No more bites," he promised. "Just - mmm-" he cut off and you felt the heat of his tongue lapping at the bite marks while he grumbled out a please hum.

Instead of one of his feathers, a long, calloused digit dipped between your folds to flick back and forth at your pearl in long strokes, forcing a pleased whine from deep in your throat.

As you requested, he set a steady pace, just enough force to be enjoyable, but not anything like this morning. Like this, he reached that perfect spot that made you keen. He seemed to be enjoying the drag well enough, if his soft moans and huffed exhales were anything to go by.

"That's perfect," you sobbed, nails scratching against the wall tiles.

"Yeah?" he uttered hopefully.

His boyish tone caught you a little off guard, not that it was unwanted. He seemed excited at the thought of getting you to come. It was hardly a priority for you most of the time. It felt good and that was all that mattered; Hawks, however, was a man on a mission.

"Like that?" he groaned, right into your ear.

He didn't change anything, but desired the confirmation that he was doing it right.

"Yes, Keigo," you uttered weakly. Immediately, you changed your mind. "No - harder," you added on insistently.

He obeyed, delivering a little more force to the movement of his hips, and then, it really was perfect. You pushed back against the wall, legs straining to keep yourself upright, to meet his thrusts, to keep him at that perfect angle. You threatened to fall when your orgasm hit you, but Hawks had an arm wrapped around your waist in record time.

Your combined screams echoed in the tiny shower stall, and you realized faintly that he was coming, too. His wings unconsciously jutted out and smacked the wall. Hawks, however, couldn't be bothered to care, and kept thrusting into you until every drop was spent.

You tilted your head back and he lowered his, meeting you in a sloppy kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth. His cock softened, surprisingly, and popped free, leading you to wonder if you had finally exhausted him, at least for today.

The pleased, blissed out look on his face was something downright pornographic, but beautiful as ever. Even when you turned your head away from the kiss, he lingered, lips brushing your cheek. His tongue darted out to taste your skin, and you growled.

"Guh - stop that," you scolded him, arm shifting back and threatening to elbow him.

He didn't apologize, unsurprisingly, but he did stop.

Hawks reached up, uttering, "the shower head detaches", and pulled it down to make his point. Sure enough, it extended with a metallic sound as the internal hose dragged.

"Actually," you uttered. "You said you'll make it up to me?"

Hawks hummed agreeingly.

"Clean me," you demanded softly.

He chuckled into the space above your shoulder, whispering, "yes, ma'am."

In the days that followed, Hawks bent you over the chabudai, propped you up on the counter tops in the kitchen, against the door when you threatened to step outside without him. You were almost embarrassed to admit that his angered state had aroused you senselessly.

On one of the warmer days, he took you outside, held you up against a tree with your legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked you until you forgot how cold it was. At some point, his momentum had become too feverous, and knocked some snow off the tree, which coated the both of you.

Together, you melted the snow off in front of the fireplace. He stared at you, then, as if he couldn't believe you were real. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, as he wondered if this was a fever dream and not reality.

"Birdie, talk to me," you asked, breaking him out of his stupor.

"I'm just so happy," he answered, looking a little weak, for just a moment.

"Me, too," you whispered, feeling him fold over you, bringing you into an embrace, before his wings followed, wrapping around you like a crimson blanket.

When the final day came, you spent the morning cleaning the cabin together, just the same as you did when you first arrived. Hawks cleared the ashes out of the fireplace while you dusted. He put covered the furniture, using his wings to gain some height to make it easier, while you folded the freshly washed bedding and tucked it away in the chest upstairs.

He looked like a new man, if you were being honest. His feathers were bright and shiny, elegantly draped behind him in their neat assembly of twin wings. His skin practically glowed and his eyes were sharp. There was bounce in his step and he was practically buzzing with energy. You couldn't help but feel smug at the sight. His rut was ending well satisfied for the first time in his entire life-

-because of you.

When everything was done, Hawks suddenly descended upon you, arms winding around your waist and lips assaulting your cheek in feathery kisses.

You giggled at the onslaught, ceasing when he whispered into your ear, "one last time? -before the taxi arrives?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little, scolding harmlessly, "horny bird."

"Ahuh," he agreed with a smirk.

You pushed against him until he let out go and glanced around the room, debating on what position and location suited your fancy. Hawks watched silently, intrigued and excited, as you walked around the cabin. He followed, hot on your heels, reaching for you every time you paused only to be shrugged off.

Luckily, it didn't take you long to choose a spot, grab Hawks by the arm, and drag him. He didn't have to be told twice, and pinned you there, leaning over you predatorily. Limbs tangled and lips met in a hurry to have each other one more time before you were whisked back to your hero lives.

[warmblanketwhump]

safe enough to fall

a little university-themed thing I wrote using @sicktember prompts: comfort item, sneaky temperature check, medicine, unlikely caregiver, and lightly inspired by these prompts

the grip of the winter’s cold was their constant, unrelenting companion - but sometimes, B just wished it would be a little less faithful.

It doesn’t ease in the morning, when B wakes up coughing with a cold nose and stiff limbs. It stays as B shivers through the lukewarm shower and the hurried layering of clothes over damp, goosebumped skin. It sticks to them like cling wrap on the bus, in the lecture hall, the windy walk to their next class, makes them tense their rattling jaw, and leaves them hunched over and huddled up, desperate to conserve any scrap of heat.

This was a fact of their university existence - that after the pleasant crispness of fall, their poor, scholarship-funded body was plunged into four months of frozen hell. They didn’t like to complain - after all, they were getting a free education. But no one told them how brutal their university’s winters would be, nor that dorm heating was little more than a few puffs of warm air every hour, or that regardless of how many layers they pulled on, they’d be chilled to the bone until late March.

Their final class of the week is in a drafty science lab, and they hold back a groan. The cold's not the only source of their dread - it was the thought of spending 90 minutes with their perky, overly friendly lab partner, A.

A, whose parents were well-off, well-known benefactors of their university. A, who lived in a nice house with proper heating and had the money for a warm winter coat. A, who obliviously chattered on about anything and everything. Besides that, they were just so...happy. All the time.

The can afford to be, B thought miserably. There was no way all that sunshine could be real.

B really tried to tamp down their bitterness, but it was hard to listen to someone gush on about their amazing weekend their family spent on some tropical island when B spent the same weekend wrapped up in blankets, trying to stay warm enough to study their nomenclature notes.

Two minutes before class, A bounds into the lab like a freed golden retriever and begins their usual volley of caffeinated questions, which B responds to in short, clipped answers. Suddenly, the questions stop and A’s brows furrow.

“You look cold. Are you okay?”

B shifts on their stool and tucks their fingers into the sleeves of their worn secondhand coat, pulling it tighter with a shudder. “I am cold. It’s winter.” They cough weakly into their elbow - the nagging cough has gripped them for weeks now.

“Are you sick?”

Direct, then. That was new. “No. At least, I don’t think so. I don’t have a fever or anything.” In truth, they had been feeling a little lower than usual the past couple of days, the chill a little deeper, the aches more pronounced, the cough a bit more painful. But in their book, that was hardly enough call themselves sick. B sniffles and A opens their mouth to comment further, but the professor calls the class to attention, and the moment is gone.

90 minutes later, they’ve got their work cut out for them - a ten-page lab report that’s going to count for nearly a quarter of their final grade. And as luck would have it, it was a partner project, which meant B got to spend more time with the equivalent of human rocket fuel.

“So...do you want to just knock this out tonight?” A's eyes dart around nervously.

B frowns - it’s almost the weekend, and they figured A would have plans with friends this evening. But B sure doesn’t have anything going on., so they don’t protest. “No… I s’pose we should get as much done as possible while it’s still fresh. Want to go to the library?”

“Ugh." A cringes. "Do we have to? That place is like a tomb.”

B huffs indignantly. “It's not that bad," they mumble in a weak defense of their favorite study spot. A shoots them a glare, and B rolls their eyes. "Do you have somewhere better? It's Friday, so most places are closing up.”

“Well, my parents decided to go on some last-minute ski trip to the Alps again, so my place is free," A says as they step out into the biting wind. "Plus, I have a ton of food and it's actually warm in there, unlike these buildings.”

The promise of decent heating and food that wasn't from the dining hall was enough for B. "Fine. Your place." The pair trudge through the bitter wind as the sun begins to set, and soon they arrive at A's parents’ home - a beautiful, winding estate just a couple minutes away from campus. B has to bite their lip to keep their jaw off the ground - in the blustering snow, this place looks straight out of a Christmas card. Another reminder of how they don’t fit in this world.

Will you stop? B chastises themselves. A having money isn't a personal attack on you. Just enjoy the free food, finish the assignment and get over it.

Despite the towering exterior, B's house was quite cozy, colored in warm neutrals and filled with soft, comfortable furniture. Just past the mudroom, they spot a big living room filled with with an enormous overstuffed couch, squashy-looking pillows, and soft throw blankets. Everything about this place screams warm. A rubs their arms, suddenly aware of how cold they are. The heat nearly makes them dizzy, and they can feel the temperature difference as it seeps into their cold skin.

"Want some cocoa?" A tosses their bag into the corner and heads for an electric kettle in the kitchen, and B follows. "It always helps me warm up." B nods. A couple minutes later, A pushes over a steaming mug with the top entirely covered in marshmallows.

B wraps their chilled fingers around the mug and takes a sip, and the warm, rich liquid feels like heaven to their cold body. "That's amazing."

A smiles. "It's the good stuff." They sip in a surprising silence for a few moments, before A sighs in resignation. "As much as I wish this was just a social call, this report isn't gonna write itself." They grab a bag of popcorn and nod their head toward the living room, and B follows dutifully. A flicks on the gas fireplace and tosses B a throw blanket, and the pair gets to work.

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After a couple hours of studying, three instances of indignantly thrown popcorn, and a dramatic reading of the periodic table, B realized that they may have misjudged A. Deep down, under the bubbly exterior, A was a genuinely kind, sweet person. It wasn't an act - they just were human sunshine. And the longer they spent time with them, the more B realized they didn't mind their company at all.

"Alright." A drops their pencil and rubs their eyes. "If I have to balance one more equation, my brain's gonna explode. Study break time." A flips on the TV and puts the volume on low.

B leans their head back on the couch and pulls their throw blanket to their chin, trying to ward off the shivery feeling in their core. Despite the heat of the fire, the mug of hot chocolate, and the thick blanket, they just can’t seem to get warm.

Their face feels hot, but their blood feels chilled and heavy, the weight of it making them ache deep down in their bones. B wraps their arms around their knees, trying to rub away the throbbing pain and get some warmth into their skin. They glance out the picture window at the now-blowing snow. It's gonna be a miserable walk home.

"B, you're shivering." A's turning to look at them now.

B startles. "It's-It's nothing. Just a chill." The concern in A's voice triggers their flight response. "I....I should probably get back to the dorms. It’s late–" They're cut off with a hacking cough that leaves them breathless and they wince at the ache in their chest.

"B, it's snowing, and you haven't even had dinner-"

"Where's my jacket?" They push themselves up and toss the throw blanket off, instantly regretting it as the air invades their pocket of hard fought warmth. They’re trembling and dizzy and desperately freezing, but they cannot stay here. Then, the world tilts and they fall back on to the couch. For a moment, they're just laying in an icy, spinning world, trying to catch their breath, when warmth suddenly envelops them.

A's tucking the same thick grey blanket around their shivering form. As they pull away, their hand lightly brushes over B's neck, then freezes. B twists away from the gentle touch, but it’s too late. Realization floods over A's face. Caught. "You lied. You are sick."

B groans, even as their fingers weave into the chunky knit and pull the warm layer closer. "A, please. Just let me go home. I'm probably contagious. You don't want me here."

"B, you look like death warmed over. I'm not sending you out in a blizzard when you're feverish like this. I won't do it." There's a spark in their eyes and a set to A's jaw that dares B to challenge them.

B leans back, defeated. Even though they want nothing more than to run out of this room, they're too weak to stand and too cold to move. So here they'll stay.

It's okay. Someone's here. You can give in now.

No. I can't. I can't let them see me like this.

What choice do you have? You already look awful. Let them help you.

A covers them with another blanket and places a gentle hand on their back, rubbing slowly. The firelight flickers, casting light and shadow across their solemn face. “B. Tell me what you're feeling, and I'll get you what you need.”

B swallows down the rising panic, the helpless vulnerability they feel, and takes a shallow, shaky breath. “I…I guess I just feel….not right. I’m always cold...but it's...worse.” They sniffle weakly, trying to still and order their swirling thoughts. “Chills, fever, cough, sore throat, kinda stuffed up. And it just hurts everywhere.”

A nods slowly, then leaves the room. They return in a few minutes with a few small bottles, carefully scanning the labels and holding them up for B to see.

“Can you take this? Any problems with this one?” B had to take a moment and match the brand names with their usual knockoff brands, but soon they had a couple over the counter medicines picked out, along with something for their cough.

A glances at the medicine labels once more. "This one says to take with food. I've got some leftover chicken and dumpling soup I can heat up - does that sound okay?"

B nods almost imperceptibly. "Sounds wonderful." A gets up to heat the soup, and B feels the anxiety rising in their stomach when they're not in the room with them. A returns with a mug and manages to gently spoon a few sips of broth into B's mouth before B starts falling asleep, clutching the grey blanket even tighter to their shoulders.

A smiles sadly. “That blanket's my favorite whenever I'm not feeling good. It's the best thing you could have to fight off what you’ve got. Trust me.”

B curls into the soft fabric. It was as if the warm environment of the apartment and the comfort of the blanket had been a signal that it was safe to leave survival mode, rest for a moment, open the floodgates that had been holding back whatever had been ailing them for weeks.

After B takes their medicine, A’s eyes shift awkwardly around the room. “So….when you’re sick, do you like having someone with you? Or do you want to be by yourself?”

A sudden rush of emotion crashes over B. They’d so rarely had the choice. It takes all they’ve got not to throw themselves around A and beg them not to leave. “Stay, please,” they ask in a small, trembling voice. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

A smiles halfway and gently pats B’s leg. “Seeing as how I live here, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” They take their spot at the end of the couch and pull B’s legs over their own, flicking the TV to a familiar movie. B tries to keep up with the plot, but they keep falling in and out of a fitful, restless sleep, tossing, turning, unable to get comfortable enough.

When B’s about ready to cry from exhaustion, A’s there, covering them up with another blanket, bringing them a glass of water, gently stroking the damp hair off their forehead before laying a cold cloth over it. They flinch at first, but the cool dampness eases the fire of their fever, even for just a moment. The last thing B remembers before falling unconscious is a gentle hand squeezing theirs.

It could be minutes or hours later when they jolt awake from a fever dream in a cold sweat, choking and coughing. They’ve kicked off their blankets and the cloth is nowhere to be found, but the chills are back in full force. A appears in B’s blurred vision, hand held to B’s forehead. “Poor thing. Your fever’s worse,” they murmur.

B’s still gasping for breath, curled up in the fetal position, body wracked by the shakes as they try force the words through their chattering teeth. “A...It's so cold. I’m so scared.”

If B was more lucid, they’d see something in A’s eyes crack wide open at their weak, fearful cries. A pulls the trusted grey blanket from the floor and wraps it back around B, rubbing their arms to try and make them feel warmer. There's something in the tenderness of the gesture, and B’s panicked gasps turn into soft, quiet sobs. They try and cover their face with one hand, but A’s hand is there, catching their wrist and wiping the tears away with their thumb.

“Hey. You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta get through tonight, alright?” A’s voice matches their usual cheery demeanor, but B can see the fear in their own eyes. They don’t know what they’re doing either.

“Why are you helping me?” B whispers in a tear-roughened voice.

A shrugs. "You're sick. You need help. Is it that so surprising?"

B's eyes flash a delirious spark. "You don't get it. I'm a broke scholarship student. I'm nothing like you. I'm not fun, or bubbly, or rich, or any of those things you are, and I don't fit in here. So why?"

B can't stop the words now, every single insecurity laid bare. "Why do you try to talk to me when I'm nothing but rude to you? Why'd you invite me here? Am I just a project to you? Why are you helping me? I'm not worth it!" The words spill out before B can stop them, and the raw hurt in A's eyes nearly rips B's heart out of their chest.

B claps their hand over their mouth, tears flooding their eyes. Now they've done it. They've laid it all out there. A's gonna kick them to the curb. And B won't blame them one bit.

But instead, A just looks at them, and pulls B into a hug. Their voice wavers only a bit as they whisper in B's ear: "You're not a project. You are completely worth being cared for. And you’re not the only one who knows what it feels like to not fit somewhere. Trust me.”

Alone. In a big, empty house. Studying on a Friday night. No plans of their own.

A, are you lonely, too?

Their words are so simple.

And yet they're everything B didn't know they needed to hear. A's got one arm around their shoulders, and one hand threaded through their sweaty, fever-damp hair, and they're cradling B so tightly it’s like they're the one who needs to be held.

B can't find the words to apologize or comfort them back. They're too tired for that. But they wrap their other arm around A and let their head rest on their shoulder. They stay like that for ages until their head begins to drop, and A shifts so they’re both laying down, B curled against A, A’s arm wrapped around their shoulders as they tuck a blanket around them both.

And finally, finally, B lets go. It's safe to fall, this time around. Because for the first time, there's someone there to catch them.

[swimminginanunknownparadise]

Just a little rain

pairing(s): Zuko x fem!reader in modern!au

prompt: "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to feel the rain?"

a/n: so… sorry for pretty much dropping off the face of the earth- but I’m back now! Will I drop off the face of the earth again? Honestly, yeah probably. I wrote this at 3 o’clock in the morning, so if this is a little clunky I apologize in advance! But whoooo! First fic if the year y’all :)

They where driving down an empty Road in the middle of nowhere with fields on both sides of the road, they had been for what felt like hours. Normally they wouldn’t make the three day drive from BSSU all the was to Gaoling, however she insisted saying it would be nice to go somewhere new. She’d only visited there once, going there with Toph and the rest of their friends during spring break. That was a year or two ago and she’d been wanting to go back ever since. And so now, that’s where they were heading. They were of course, the odd men out, so they took their own car while Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, and Toph could car pool together. It ended up working out just fine, they were besties! What was the worst that could happen?

"Ugh," Zuko let out an irritated groan and squeezed the wheel a little harder until his knuckles turned white. The cause of his sudden outburst and soured mood? Tiny little rain droplets had started to fall down onto the windshield of their car, making a nice ambiance against the music he’d turned down thirty minutes back. His companion, who had been lost in thought and looking at the road ahead of then looked over and gave him questioning look, not really sure why he was getting angry over a little bit of rain. "Everything ok, Zuzu?" She tilted her head like a confused puppy, but he just shook his head and continued looking out onto the road.

Again, all was quiet aside from the soft music and rain droplets, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much. She loved the rain after all but Zuko on the other hand? Apparently not so much. But he kept his complaints to himself, occasionally glancing over at her and smiling as the watched some of the droplets on the window “race” to the bottom. Such a simple act made his stomach roll with that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re just simply happy. But after fter a few more seconds of rain he turned on the windshield wipers and huffed as the rain came down harder. She rolled her eyes and his dramatic actions then looked out of the window at the raindrops pounding on the glass.

She had always loved the rain, especially when it begin to fall after a long day of running around Jasmine Dragon, making teas and coffees and pastries and everything in between and then coming home to her nice warm bed and just listening to the pitter patter of it hitting the windows. She loved how the cold rain fell on her hot sweaty skin right as she ran around the track with Sokka, after all their cardio days were rain or shine. She wasn't really all that graceful. Maybe that's another reason she liked the rain. The raindrops never fell in one spot the same time, they were all different, like her. But she could keep thinking or more reasons why she loved it, his sour face right next to her made it difficult.

Zuko on the other hand hated rain. He was like a cat, at least that's what she said, in a teasing way of course! He didn't like rain at all, he didn't know why but he just didn't. Maybe it was because it always seemed to represent sadness and pain, basically his whole life in a nutshell. Now if she’d have been able to read his mind she’d probably have called him mellow dramatic, probably would have even told him that the good experiences outweighed the bad ones. She’d always been the optimist of the duo but that wasn’t a hard thing to accomplish. Zuko just seemed to hate everyone and everything, always a Debby downer. He didn’t understand why she put up with him but he certainly wasn’t about to complain or question why now. But

Speaking of her, she was one of the many things that he didn't hate. In all actuality, he was absolutely whipped for her, and he hated it and loved it at the same time. He would never admit it though, after all he was almost positive she didn't feel the same way. They'd been best friends for years, there was no reason for her to have even the slightest of romantic feelings for him. She never showed him any romantic affection, had she? If she had he’d never noticed and so he just tried his best not to pine over her. And so far it was going pretty damn well. After all she had no clue of his little crush, and so he was good to go on and be the bestie he would forever be. He’d been in airplane mode for a hot minute and he was finally pulled out of his thoughts when he heard her angelic voice from beside him in the passenger seat.

"Pull over." She had uncrossed her arms and was now grinning at him from ear to ear, and she looked like a dog that was overly excited to go for a walk or get a treat. Her eyes were ass big as dinner plates and sparkles like gems. Now, normal he’d smile and go along with whatever crazy plan she’d cooked up in her head but this time he thought she’d lost her damn mind. “I'm sorry, what?" He raised his brows at her and clutched the wheel again, then licked his lips as she pursed hers in what seemed to be annoyance.

"You heard me. Pull over!” She hadn't said it in a demanding way, kind of in a pleading way but not really. Ok, maybe it was a little teensie wheensie bit demanding but he didn’t see it that way. She didn't mean to sound so… whatever way she did. After all he would do whatever she asked, to an extent that is. And of course he did end up doing what she’d asked of him… but only after some serious puppy dog eyes and a stick out lip. He rolled his eyes and pulled over to the side of the road right beside an empty field. They were significantly behind the others already so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

He looked over at her again with an exasperated look, leaning back fully in the seat and raising a brow. “Why did I pull over exactly?" She grinned and took off her green BSSU hoodie and tossed it into the back seat. "I wanna feel the rain." He looked at her, dumbfounded at how simply she’d put it. He had no earthly idea why she would want to get out of the safe car in the middle of a thunderstorm. To him, she sounded mental. She gave him her most serious look, one she never really used, well unless she wanted something just like now. "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to feel the rain? You'll get all wet," he tried to reason with her but was having none of it.

"So?” She shrugged and unlocked the door. “Clothes will dry." After moment of silence and her puppy dog eyes once again looking into his soul he sighed and gave her one last “do I really have to do this?” look before ultimately giving into her request. He didn't know why he even tried, she always got her way in the end. Spirits he hated the look she gave him whenever he even tried to say no to her. It broke his heart to see her upset, so of course he was wrapped around her finger and he hated it, but again, he didn't complain. He loved her way to much to let her down, it was definitely the bittersweet side of their friendship.

"Fine, five minutes." He took the keys out of the ignition but made no move to get out of the car. On the other hand, she instantly jumped out and shut the door behind her, knowing he wouldn't like it that much if his precious leather interior got damaged. "Come on, Zuko! Get out here!" She had the biggest smile on her face as she twirled around, beckoning him out into the cold and windy weather. Her soaked hair flung water on him as she opened his door. He grimaced as a few water droplets got in his jacket but he hid it well, making sure to smile at her when she skipped over to him.

“Do I have to?" He said it in his whiniest tone possible, but she was unfazed by it and instead giggled and grabbed his wrist. Before he could even react she had pulled him out of the car and into the rain. He stood there stunned for a moment before glaring at her with his lips in a this straight line. "Yes, you had to!" She giggled again and grabbed his hands and forcing him to sway back and forth with her. She was smiling so big that her eyes were all crinkled up and her cheeks were going red. Just one Look at her face in that moment and he melted. He would do anything to be able to see that look on her face again. It was his favorite thing, the one thing that he would do anything for. Suddenly their mushy moment was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder that had ripped through the air. She jumped slightly, her arms wrapped around his neck and she let out a little squeak.

She looked up to his eyes and suddenly she became as red as a tomato, her smile becoming shy in only an instant. "Well, uh... sorry Zuzu." She took a step away from him and looked at her feet, though she didn't seem to regret her actions, she seemed quite pleased with herself actually. His usually pale complexion was now just as red as hers was, he could feel it all over his face and neck and ears. "No, it's fine," he muttered, not at all fine, because in fact his heart was hammering in his chest. Sure they had hugged before, but not like that. She nodded and looked at the darkening sky, a smile tugging at her lips. Spirits, how he loved her smile.

"Why do you like the rain so much?" He crinkled his nose as he looked at his soaked cloths. She looked back at him and wiped some of the water from off her face even thought it did virtually nothing for her. "I don't know," she srugged and then looked around putting her hands on her hips, now feeling a little bold. "Why wont you admit your feelings?" He froze, his heart now full on racing. He blinked at her a few times and she looked back at him, taking a step closer. "I'm sorry?" He must have heard her wrong. He had to have misheard her. There was no way his feelings where so obvious. No way at all, especially not with how much care he put into not making them known. He looked straight at her again, she had a smug look on her face now.

"You heard me. Why won't you just tell me you like me. And don't deny it because I know you do." She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. He looked away, not wanting to see the look on her face. “I don’t where you got that idea from,” he shrugged. She gave him an annoyed look and shook her head. "Come on, it’s not like everyone else in our friend group knows. Why won't you just admit it? It's not like I'm mad about it!" She took a step closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Please, Zuko." She gave him those big puppy dog eyes again, after all she just wanted the truth from him. She felt the same way, she just never told him because it would’ve been awkward if her suspicions had been wrong.

He sighed and ran a hand over his dripping hair. Was he really about to admit all his feelings that he had been bottling up for at least a year? Probably, after all she was begging him to be honest and unless she felt the same way, why would she be pressing so hard? So, he took a deep breath and then finally said it. "Yea, I like you (Y/N). I like you a lot. Happy now?" He went to look at her but was knocked to the ground, arms wrapped around his torso. He groaned and let his head fall into the soaked grass with a gentle thud, wrapping his arms around her with an unbelieving grin. "I like you too," she grinned and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

"You give the best hugs." She said as she sat up, watching as he stood up and smoothing out his soaked jacket that he oh so adored. “I know, don't get used to them- Ow!" He huffed as she pinched his ankle before getting up herself to resume their driving. They definitely had a lot to tell their friends when they met up at the rest stop.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Something Tender

Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary | Promoting a movie with Lizzie is a relaxed and fun experience. And you could care less about the cameras that are in your face as you shamelessly stare at the woman.

Warnings | none, just fluff, and a suggestive comment.

Requested ☑️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“Hello.” Her thin arms waved about in a flourish, causing you to roll your eyes at her dramatic and adorable tendencies. It was behaviour you were certainly used to, and you surely couldn’t get enough of it. But she was a clown, albeit, an insanely attractive one.

“Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n, and this is the insane actress that plays the most crazy character that I have ever been pledged to be on screen with.” A smile corrupted the sudden frown that fell on her face, before she laughed at your description.

“People also know me as Elizabeth Olsen, but this one thinks that I was programmed to take down the human race.” She swatted you with the stack of cards that were clasped in her sweet hands, causing you to inherently laugh and swoop back at her attempts of attack.

“So, today we are...” you dragged on, raising an eyebrow at Lizzie, prompting the blonde to continue your sentence, however she only marbleised you with a confused glare.

“Why’d you stop?” A smile remarked her mouth, watching as you exaggerated a sarcastic eye roll, directed promptly at her.

“I thought it’d be cute if you continued.” You whined inherently at her, causing her to laugh at your all consuming behaviour. “Never mind.” Disregarding the idea, you waved your hand, before making a statement aimed central at the camera. “Me and this fine lady here are doing a WIRED autocomplete interview, where we answer everything the internet wants to know about us.”

“Well, not everything...” a nervous laughter descended from the opposing woman, the large cards shifting lightly in her grasp. Her confirmation of a lack of such sure did make things sound suggestive, not that you minded at all however.

“So, who are those blocks of interrogation for?” Your finger pointed towards the first of the stack, and in turn, Lizzie put the following down, pointing at you to answer your enquiry.

“You’re adorable, so I find it only fitting if you get drilled by some questions first.” She responded, watching a sinister smile creep onto your lips, untrusting of the expression.

“Only drilled by questions?” Your shoulders slumped, showcasing your disappointment. It was utmost certain that the editors would cut the sexual talk, but that didn’t matter. The amorous attitude was not meant for them, it was obvious of whom your verbal intentions were towards.

“Please, shut up.” She shook her head at you, holding the board up so that the words were on focus for the lens, but still in the correct position so that she could peer around it herself. “Okay, let’s start.”

“Alright, I’m ready, I’m ready. I am ready.” You shuffled in your seat, causing it to scrape accidentally against the ground. “Ugh, I hate that sound.”

“You and me both.” Her agreement tuned in, before she reached her fingers ready so that she could peel away the white strip that hid the rest of the online enquired. “Is y/n y/l/n... dating Elizabeth Olsen?”

“Yes.” Clapping your hands together, you shot a smirk at the camera man. “She’s one lucky gal, I’ll tell you that much. If I were her, or anyone really, I’d want to date me too.”

“You’re such a narcissist.” Her green eyes lovingly bore into you, and you could only shrug off the butterflies that erupted in the cocoon of your stomach.

“And you love me for it, so next!” The encouragement had the woman sigh in a false exasperated manner, before returning to her duty.

“What is y/n y/l/n’s... height?” It was something that you had not even thought of being asked, and so you poked the printed question, scowling moderately at the blank ink.

“So... I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but I tend to be put in heels of some kind in basically every movie that I am cast in.”

“I noticed.” Lizzie cut in, causing you to lightly tap the tip of your shoe against her knee. “It created a wide space between us, I feel like we’re in another galaxy.”

“Great pun.” You snorted at her attempt, before delving into further details. “It sure does making kissing harder though, which sucks, because damn, do I love mouth on mouth action.”

Elizabeth sunk into her chair, humoured by your extra information, that you just had to add. The chance was practically irresponsible; oh, how you absolutely loved, embarrassing your girlfriend. “And so we go onwards.”

“Is y/n y/l/n in... Guardians of the Galaxy?” She allowed the slip of paper that she had retracted drop elegantly to the floor, and as she spoke, you found yourself watching it for that moment until it reached the floor, reuniting with its fallen comrades.

“Why yes I am.” A half bow, considering that you were seated was called for. The mention of your marvel presence made you pleased, considering your character was often overlooked in comparison to others like Gamora and Nebula. “I play Aleta, also and more well known as Starhawk.”

“She’s a badass.” At Lizzie’s perception, you nodded and hummed in one motion. “And I think that you are too, you rock that roll, and James, if you’re listening, give this woman more screen time.”

“Okay, what’s next?” You enquired, eager to answer more and thus then reach the portion of which was centred around Lizzie. And with that, she removed the next tab, it falling like an autumnal leaf, spiralling down and down, until it reached the level of your feet.

[delu-jean]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 (𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬)

Prompt: Reasons as to why you and the Haikyuu boys would break up! 

Includes: Daichi, Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama! 

Angst -> 1.4k -> Hcs 

Notes: Part one? I might make another part, so if you’d like one, please be sure to let me know! Other than that, enjoy!! ^^ 

Daichi: 

Diachi during your time together, treated you like a queen

He would always buy you little gifts, meat buns (your favourite!), and spend as much time with you as he could 

You both didn’t have many problems in your relationship

And if you did, they were minor

The reason as to why YOU decided to end things, is because he would be graduating the next year 

He would attend a college in your town, while you, abroad

You wanted to focus on the future set for yourself 

That being the case, you didn’t want Daichi to wait for something that might never come back 

For all you knew, you might’ve been gone for the next decade 

Long distance, you focusing on yourself, and him starting something new, didn’t sound great when mixed together

So you both met up at a coffee shop, breaking the news 

“Daichi...I think we should break up…”

“Oh...I see”

My baby boy was hurt, but he wasn’t surprised

(Knowing your aspirations) 

Wanted to support you, and because of that, let you go regardless of the yearning he had for you 

Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama: ↡↡↡

Atsumu: 

Atsumu loved you, he truly did

Yet there were times were you felt as if he didn’t 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he would neglect you

Rather, he was way too harsh with his words 

Most of the time, you had let some of his gestures slide 

You loved him as well, and wanted to forgive him no matter how hurtful his actions could be 

But the more you dated, the crueler his choice of words would get 

He would spew hateful, petty, and childish things during arguments 

Things that wouldn’t even relate at times 

For example, there was one time where you went out with a friend of yours

You told him about it, but he had forgotten due to fatigue (was practicing in and out) 

So when you came back at a later time, you found a very angry Atsumu 

“Why were you out?”

“I told you before-” 

“I don’t remember that!?”

You both bickered back and forth about how you did tell him

And even if you didn’t, you weren’t obligated to tell your every move 

Trust was there for a reason, and he’d have to understand that

But then Atsumu started to bring up things that didn’t even relate

Such as: 

“Well how do you expect me to remember things if you can’t yourself!?” 

“Osamu was right, you really are childish” (don’t attack Osamu, he meant it in a good way qwq) 

“I told you to go pick up my new jersey, and you decide to betray me?” 

He was just so dramatic, and brought up random stuff since he wanted to dominate the argument 

This behaviour always trailed during disagreements, and he would even degrade you in the process

“Ugh, you’re so annoying you pig” 

“All you do is haller through that snout of yours” 

So even if you both loved each other, the pain was too much to bear

That being said, you told him straight up 

“Atsumu, let’s break up-”

“What, why?”

He’s the type who would beg for you to stay, but you don’t

Causing reflection on both sides 

Kuroo: 

He loved you, but then, he also loved someone else

You both got together sometime in middle school, and that being the case, were highschool lovers through all out 

But as the more time passed, the more comfortable you got

Though it should’ve been a good thing, he was getting bored

Missed the thrill you had near the beginning of things, and wanted to spark things up

Yet, could never do it with you (for some reason) 

So when a newer girl had caught his eye, he poured his attention out to her whenever he could 

You didn’t notice at first, but then as gossip spread, you realised how vocal they were 

You didn’t want to assume things, so confronted him 

During that time, he didn’t want to hurt your feelings

He was also scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to him 

You were a very dear person to him 

And losing you, would be a great loss in his eyes 

He also couldn’t handle the thought of your heart breaking 

He loved you...but the present tense with that word, was questionable 

“Kuroo...are you hanging out with another girl?”

“Hm...well, I guess yeah?”

“Are you...cheating?” 

“Of course not. Babe, she’s just a friend!” 

Though he said this, the more days that passed, the less time/attention he would give to you 

So, he decided to break things off

Knowing you got the message, and that he didn’t want to keep on tearing you apart 

“Y/n...I’m sorry-”

“Kuroo...I wish you would have just told me the truth. If you did, there would’ve been less of the pain that I feel now” 

He felt super guilty because you were right 

And he’d never feel the same chemistry you both had with someone else 

Bokuto: 

He was your grey fluffed owl, and you, his little sunshine 

You both fit each other perfectly...well...that’s what you both assumed 

Bokuto is the type of person who can be quite oblivious, put down easily, and childish

Though it’s very cute, and had it’s charms, there were times where you wished he acted “his age” 

During formal events, serious conversations, or whenever else

Bokuto lacked the common sense needed during those events

And when in them, you would either come out embarrassed, frustrated, or both 

He wasn’t purposely instigating, rather, that’s just who he was 

Regardless, Bokuto did try his hardest to please you

He was constantly conscience of his actions, etiquette, and whatever else 

(Led him to swoop even lower regarding to self esteem) :((

But his accomplishments...were never acknowledged by you (since your expectations were so high) 

Akaashi could tell that things were off (since he’d come to practice less enthusiastic than usual)

So when he asked Bokuto, and was told of your situation, he’d immediately ring you up to talk 

“Look, I get you have standards...but this...this is just brutal Y/n”

“I don’t understand how? All I want is for him to mature-”

“And he’s trying his best. Have you even acknowledged that?” 

His words would get you thinking, and you’d understand Akaashi, yet still standing your ground 

A couple weeks later, after a lot of thinking (and talking with Akaashi), Bokuto would come to your house 

He then broke things off, saying: 

“I love you and all...but this is taking a toll on me. I try my best, yet you don’t even realize. I think it’s best we end things”

“I guess so…”

That was the first and last time (in your eyes at least) you had seen Bokuto in such a mature manner 

Kageyama:

If he was the king of the court, you were the queen of his heart 

Though this was the case, he no longer wanted to be known as “king of the court” 

(Meaning, he no longer needed a queen to his heart) :((

He enjoyed your company to say the least, but the more he grew to realize that he wasn’t the best, and every other life lesson possible

The more he realized he had grown from you, and the relationship you shared 

Your love was innocent, goofy, and...beautiful

Something he’d always be grateful for

But ultimately, it was something he didn’t need as of right now 

Just think of it as another chapter of his life 

He needed to turn the page to persevere, and that meant pushing his past aside

Meaning, riding his relationship with you 

Plus, since he was training so much (meaning neglecting you constantly), that would be another reason to help his plea

Because of these reasons, he thought that you’d be okay 

That you would understand his reasoning like you usually did 

Both of your simply moving on, and remaining acquaintances 

But he never expected you to go on a full yelling streak 

“This is how you treat me after everything!? Waiting for you, constantly understanding your schedule, and supporting you the best I could! Only for you to throw me away like that!?” 

“Well I’m sorry...you just don’t match with what I need in my life”

“Tobio...I can’t believe how cold you can be”

Needless to say, you came out crying after cussing him out...thoroughly  

He then realized there was one chapter he’d never be able to close, that being, his selfishness

Since said selfishness led to such an important person to leave :(

[fanfic-chan]

Overworked

So uh, this is actually the first t-word fic I've ever written, and I'm pretty nervous about posting it since I'm so new to it, but I want to give it a try anyways since it will give me more practice with things like this, and I find this kind of content really adorable and fluffy overall. Feel free to send any constructive criticism my way. I really want to improve on my writing!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE COMPLETELY SFW!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE PLATONIC UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE!

Warnings: This is a SFW tickle fic. Don't like, don't read!

Thanks for reading!^^

Lers: Bakusquad

Lee: Deku

"He's been in there muttering to himself for hours. Iida and I have tried everything to get him to take a break, but he won't listen. He's to stressed out about the math test coming up next week to relax." Uraraka sighed at the kitchen counter, where she was currently ranting to Mina about Deku. The poor guy had been on edge for the last two days about said math test, and no amount of study help or prompting from either of his two friends had been able to get him to chill out even a little.

Iida, who had been leaning against the counter, nodded in agreement. "I admire his dedication to his schoolwork, but I'm afraid the level of stress he's worked himself into is quite unhealthy." The class rep stated, adjusting his glasses.

"So the nerd is overworking himself again, eh?" Bakugou suddenly growled from the doorway, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero at his heels.

"I'm afraid so. He's quite worked up. I'm not even sure he slept properly last night." Iida answered, brow furrowed in concern for his green haired friend.

"Ugh! At this rate the idiot will start falling behind in training, which means I won't be able to beat him at 100%." The explosive blonde grumbled in annoyance, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes in thought, though it mostly just looked like he was angry. After a moment, an evil grin slowly spread across his face. "Oi, Roundface, Four Eyes, watch and learn. The rest of you extras follow my lead. We'll teach that nerd what'll happen to him when he decides to overwork himself."

He cracked his knuckles dramatically as he started to stalk into the common room. Iida and Uraraka would have went after him if not for Kirishima. 

"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt him." He promised before taking off after his grenade of a best friend, the rest of the Bakusquad following soon after, both concerned and curious.

Not a moment later the two of them heard a startled yelp and then… Laughter?! What the heck?!

"GYAH! KAHAHACCHAAAN! STAHAHAHAAAP!! WHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOING?!?!"

Izuku wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten into this mess. One second he'd been sitting on the couch in the common room, fretting over some math he'd been having trouble with, and the next, he'd been tackled and pinned to the floor by Bakugou, who was now straddling him and digging his thumbs into his hips.

It took only a few seconds for him to realize what he was doing. When they were younger, his childhood friend used to take great pleasure in dominating him in tickle fights, which didn't take much considering how weak he'd been back then, combined with just how sensitive he was. Even so, this was pretty shocking considering that these 'tickle wars' as Bakugou used to call them, had stopped when they'd entered middle school.

He would be lying if he said he didn't kinda miss them at times. But why start them again now after so long?

"What do you think your doing overworking yourself you nerd?! Do you want to fall behind in training?! Huh?! Is that it?!" His childhood friend demanded sharply as he continued to mercilessly tickle the smaller boy into oblivion.

"I- IHIHI WHAHAHAT?! IHIHIS THAHAT WHAT THIHIS IS ABOHOUT?!" He questioned in surprise, trying his hardest to pry the angry blonde's hands away from his hips. Had it always been this bad?!

Suddenly, finally, it stopped just as quickly as it started, but his friend still didn't get off of him or even move his hands from the dreaded hotspot, which only fed into the greenettes worries, and he giggled nervously.

"You extras just gonna stand there or what? I told you to follow my lead, not stand there like a bunch of idiots! You wanna be next?!"

And that's when Izuku realized he had an audience, and he instantly blushed in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands and groaning through his excess giggling.

This couldn't possibly get any worse could it?

Apparently it could, he realized, when suddenly when he peeked out to see his former audience gathering around him with mischievous grins on their faces.

"Hey there Midoriya buddy. Why didn't you tell us you were ticklish?" Kirishima asked, a teasing little glint in his eye.

Oh crud.

And the next thing he knew, his hands had been taped above his head and pinned there, courtesy of Sero, and he was thrown back into hysterics as Bakugou resumed digging into his hotspot with the others following suit. Mina and Sero were scribbling at his sides, tummy, and ribs, while Kirishima and Kaminari squeezed at his thighs gently while simultaneously keeping him from kicking out.

His sudden inability to squirm away from the sensations seemed to only increase his sensitivity, and his laughter went up an octave. 

Despite this, he didn't beg them to stop just yet. He just arched his back and laughed freely, almost as if he were having fun.

That's when Bakugou decided to get mean.

"What's the matter with you nerd? To weak to fight back? Or is it that you enjoy it? Huh? Is that it? Heh. Does little Deku still think this is fun like when we were kids?"

"NOHOHOHO!! KAHAHACCHAHAHAN!! DON'T TEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!!" He started to struggle a bit more now, desperately pulling at his trapped hands but to no avail. It took a few more minutes, but then, finally, he'd started to reach his limits, and began to beg.

"OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAY!! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAAAP!!"

"You gonna stop overworking yourself nerd? Are you gonna take a break now?" Bakugou demanded, not letting up just yet even though the others had begun to slow down. 

"YEHEHEHESSSS!!! I PROHOHOMISE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAP!!"

With that, his childhood finally let up and got off of him with a satisfied smirk, the others stopping as well and backing off as he curled into a ball, still giggling.

"That was adorable." Mina squeeled, bouncing a bit.

"Hehe. You alright dude?" Kaminari asked after a moment, kneeling down to pat his hysterical friend on the shoulder as Sero released his trapped hands.

"Hehehehe! Yeah!" The greenette answered, sitting up a bit to face them all, eyes sparkling with joy despite his deep blush. "Why'd you guys do that though? Kacchan?" He turned to the atomic blonde, who had already started to leave the room, but he stopped when Izuku called out to him and turned to face the exhausted greenette. 

"It doesn't count as a win if I don't beat you when your at your best, so I can't have you overworking yourself. Tch. Deku. You idiot." 

Izuku blinked for a second at the answer, but then smiled a bit and nodded. Maybe his childhood friend still cared after all. The blonde rolled his eyes and started to head back up the stairs before suddenly stopping again, but this time with the same evil smirk as before. Izuku couldn't help but cover his hips with his arms protectively, little titters of laughter escaping him once more.

But Bakugou just turned to the kitchen door, where Iida and Uraraka had apparently been watching the whole thing, much to Izuku's embarrassment. "Oi you two," He called over to them, "Next time the idiot decides to do something dumb, just do that to him. Works everytime, and besides," and at this point he made eye contact with Izuku and smiled sadistically, "The little dork likes it too, isn't that right Deku?"

That little-

And then he was gone before Izuku could answer, the Bakusquad trailing after him with amused grins still on their faces, leaving Izuku to melt in a pool of his own embarrassment, and then nervous excitement when he spotted his two best friends grinning at him as if they'd just been given a wonderfully useful piece of information.

Well, he supposed they had in a way, and it looked like this wouldn't be the last time something like this happened to him in the dorms.

And as embarrassing as it was, he couldn't help but feel a bit excited about it.

I really hope you all enjoyed this. Feel free to send any prompts if you want, though I'm not going to do anything with shipping. Just platonic stuff for now unless it's something I decide to do on an impulse. Thank you!^^