#you can just feel how tense it was in that crowd and how energetic everyone was

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i hate to say it but

southern motherfucking democratic-republicans

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Hate. | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Mean Sakusa x Manager Reader

this is based on this specific prompt. your girl here really needed to write a fic about it lmao

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

WARNING: mean omi, angst, hurt, slight atsumu x reader, aggressive behavior, cursing, mention of blood, depressed, comfort, fluff, and happy ending.

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such an intense hatred for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated them from the first interaction.

No, first look.

The wing spiker remembers very clearly the day you were introduced to the team.

*.:｡.✿`

It was a Tuesday morning, a typical day for the MSBY team. 

Everyone was warming up alone as their coach hadn’t arrived, which was not expected.

It only meant that there was big news heading their way. 

And sure enough, it was. 

“Morning, everyone!” 

They hear Foster yell as he slides the gym door open, alerting everyone about his presence. 

Sakusa sighs, standing up from the ground, while Atsumu and Bokuto keep bickering with each other. He hears Hinata tell him something but can’t entirely listen as his attention gets drawn by the small person behind their coach. 

“Everyone, I would like to introduce our new manager,” Foster smiles, stepping aside for the boys to meet you. 

“Hello, My name is L/N Y/N, and I’ll be the new manager of MSBY as of today! I hope we can get along,” you smile at the players.

Sakusa watches as all the boys quickly walk up to you and introduce themselves one by one. 

“Welcome, my name is Hinata Shoyo!”

You giggle, which makes the wing spiker feel annoyed. “I know,” you smile at the orange-haired boy. 

“You do?!” Hinata asks, getting a nod from you. “Yes, I learned everyone’s name,” you chuckle.

“Then what’s my name?” you hear a boy with blonde hair asked. “Atsumu Miya,” you quickly respond. 

Sakusa hears his teammates woo, making him roll his eyes at the interaction. “Oh me! Me! What’s my name?”

“Bokuto Kotaro, the best outside hitter,” you say to the energetic boy. “HEY, HEY, HEY” Bokuto yells, agreeing with your statement. 

“You also-” Hinata starts, but you interrupt him. “I know much more than what y’all think, so don’t underestimate me.”

The boys laugh in amusement, already liking you, relieving you as you are nervous that they wouldn’t like you. 

Sakusa scoffed, at the laughter. 

So annoying. 

Do you always smile and laugh at everything? 

He walks away from the crowded group but stops by the soft voice that says his name.

“And you must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” You asked, recalling from interviews how he likes his space. 

Sakusa turns around and sees you smiling at him, eyes sparkling. 

Annoying.

You start to get nervous again as the taller boy hasn’t said anything and is glaring at you. 

“Lighten up, dude,” Atsumu breaks the tense air, making Sakusa turn around and walk away. 

You watch the dark-haired boy leave, making you wonder if you did something wrong, but you smile as this makes it challenging for you to do a better job warming up with the players. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s always grumpy,” Atsumu says, having Hinata agree with him. “I’m okay, and I figure he just needed space,” you smile.

The boys nod, returning to asking more questions about you before practice starts. 

Sakusa occupies himself by stretching his wrist, ignoring the laughter and talks of everyone. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps hearing those annoying giggles. 

He opens his eyes and looks toward you, standing, seeing your happy self laughing with the rest of the boys. 

That stupid smile. 

Annoying.

Sakusa doesn’t not like the new manager.

He hates them.

Hates you.

*.:｡.✿`

Since that day, he expected you to keep your distance from him, but you didn’t. You kept that annoying smile on your face each day you greeted him. 

You always talk to him each time the team takes a break, despite the glares and insults he would respond. 

It annoyed him each time you would giggle in response because he knew you thought he was joking.

“You’re funny, Omi,” you would say to him, giving him one of those stupid smiles. 

You always kept being nice to him each time, which greatly irritated him.

He hated how you kept your distance from him, cleaned his bottle the way he liked it, kept sanitizer wipes with you in case he needed some, and most of all, he hated how loudly you cheered for him each game. 

It was driving him crazy how constant you were getting. 

And he was ready to snap.

“Here, Omi, it’s clean,” you say while jogging to him as you hand him a water bottle. “I also brought some snacks in case you want some.”

Sakusa glares at you, which only makes you smile bigger. “Fucking annoying…” He mumbles, snatching the water bottle from your hands harshly.

“What? I didn’t quite hear you, Omi. Sorry,” you softly say, stepping closer.

“I SAID ANNOYING!” Sakusa yells, making you flinch. “God, you’re so fucking annoying that I can’t stand it anymore.”

“I don’t like you talking to me,” he says, standing up from the floor. “I thought you would understand since the first day, but your idiot self didn’t, so I’ll make it clear for you, sweetheart. I don’t like you and don’t want you near me!”

“W-What... I-” you stutter, eyes getting teary. “Stop, just fucking stop! God, are you so pathetic that you need everyone’s approval of you?” Sakusa yells, stepping closer to you, making you, this time, step back.

“No… I was just… I just,” you begin to say, blinking the tears forming in your eyes. “JUST WHAT!” Sakusa yells, stepping closer. 

“That’s enough,” Atsumu firmly says, stepping between you and Sakusa. 

Sakusa glares at Atsumu, who’s looking at him with a scowl on his face. It’s then that he realizes how harsh he’s breathing from being so angry.

He takes a few steps back, taking in how everyone is looking at him. 

Hinata and Bokuto rush to your side, asking if you’re okay while you give them a slight nod. 

“You guys should take her outside for a bit,” Atsumu says, eyes still looking at the wing spiker. “Okay,” Hinata responds, gently holding your arm to make you start walking.

As the three of y’all begin to walk, you put the effort to turn around and face Sakusa, who’s already looking at you. 

“I’m sorry…” he hears you say to him. 

Atsumu closes his eyes from how heartbroken your voice sounds, “I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this… I’ll keep my distance from now on,” your voice cracks. 

Sakusa feels his heart shrink from the pain in your eyes, making him feel guilty.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already turning away as you follow Hinata and Bokuto out of the gym.

Why was he so angry with you?

Atsumu walks up to him, hand resting on his shoulder tightly. “Don’t come near her,” he warns.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell at her,” Sakusa whispers. “But you did,” Atsumu coldly says. 

“Tell me, do you hate her, or do you just hate the way she makes you feel?” 

Sakusa stares at the setter with wide eyes.

“Whatever,” Atsumu says, pushing the taller boy. “Don’t come near her. I mean it.”

Sakusa looks down at his shoes, repeating what Atsumu asked him. 

Did he hate you?

At that moment, your face pops up in his head, with your smile.

“Omi!” you yell, hands waving at him.

“Omi ~” you sing, handing him his clean bottle. 

“Omi,” you smile, looking up at him as you give him a thumbs up.

“Fuck..” Sakusa curses, realizing how wrong he has been towards his feelings for you this whole time. 

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, guys,” you smile at Hinata and Bokuto, who haven’t said anything. 

You guys are sitting outside on a bench that you guys found. “You’re not annoying!” Bokuto suddenly says with a frown on his face. “Sakusa is just an idiot.”

“Yeah, a big one,” Hinata adds, making you chuckle. 

As much as you know they are trying to cheer you up, you cannot help but go back to what the wing spiker said. It shouldn’t hurt this much from what he said to you, but sadly you have fallen for Sakusa.

You don’t know when, but you know that you did, and hard. 

Therefore, it hurts to find out how he truly feels about you. You didn’t expect the wing spiker to feel such hatred towards you. 

To hate you so much.

“Can I take over?” you hear someone say.

You turn around and smile as you spot Atsumu nodding your head. Hinata and Bokuto head back to the gym before hugging you. 

Atsumu sits down with you, “I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling because I know you’re not okay.”

“So it’s okay, Y/N.” Atsumu softly says, looking over at you. “You can cry.”

“I-It hurts…” you stutter, finally allowing the tears to fall. 

Astumu doesn’t waste a second hugging you, “I know,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“He hates m-me….” you sob, holding tightly onto your chest. “W-Why? I was n-nice… and…” you stutter. 

“You were the best,” Atsumu responds. “Astumu?” you call out.

Astumu hums, still rubbing your back. “I really l-l ...him….” you sob harder. 

“I know, sweetheart,” the setter sadly says.

The two of you stay hugging until you calm down from crying so much. “You should go home and rest,” Atsumu says as you break the hug.

“But what about practice? Mr. Foster would ask about me if he doesn’t see me,” you start to argue, wiping the snot from your nose. “Don’t worry, I talked to him, and don’t worry about your duties as me and the rest of the boys would handle it.”

Astumu smiles, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. “Go and rest,” he says, caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, Tsum,” you smile, getting a pat on the head. “And sorry I got your shirt dirty.”

The setter chuckles, “It’s fine. Just head home,” he says. “I am,” you say, getting up from the bench.

You hug Atsumu goodbye before you head back to get your stuff and leave without anyone noticing. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa sees Atsumu returning alone, making the spiker frown. He wants to ask the setter where you are but stops himself as he recalls the warning he told him.

Hinata and Bokuto rush to Atsumu, “Where’s Y/N? Did you leave her by herself?” he hears them ask the blonde boy.

“She went home,” Atsumu says loudly enough for a specific curly-haired boy to hear. “So we’re in charge of her duties, okay?”

Hinata and Bokuto nod, getting ready to practice for the remaining time. Atsumu purposely bumps his shoulder with Sakusa’s, sending a glare in return.

The rest of the practice goes by quickly, despite the tense air between the boys. Their coach warns them about their upcoming game in a few days before dismissing them from practice. 

“Kiyoomi, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Mr. Foster says, getting the attention of everyone. “Of course, sir,” Sakusa says, walking up to the older man.

Mr. Foster stares at him before he sighs, “Please don’t make our manager cry,” he frowns.

“I-I… I’m sorry.. sir,” Sakusa lowers his head. “Please fix your emotions and resolve this whole situation soon.”

Mr. Foster pats his back before heading out of the gym, leaving the spiker alone. “I will… I definitely will,” Sakusa whispers to himself.

But how do I fix this? 

He’s already missing your presence, surprisingly.

God, I’m such an idiot. 

*.:｡.✿`

The following days, you keep your word about keeping your distance from the wing spiker as you don’t interact at all with him. You avoid looking at him, stop giving him his water bottle directly, but most of all, stop talking to him. He knows he deserves it after being an ass, but he wishes you would at least acknowledge him for one second. 

Call him desperate, but he doesn’t care. It’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize to you. He’s been unsuccessful, as the boys don’t allow him to get close to you. Especially Atsumu, who’s been by your side every day, making it hard for Sakusa to approach you. 

Sakusa sighs as he sees you laughing with the rest of the boys during their break. If he’s being honest, it’s been lonely without your presence. Not only that but also his teammates have also been ignoring him. 

He grabs his water bottle and heads to sit at the corner of the gym. 

I could talk to her after practice.

No… that didn’t work last time.

I could ask for help… but I doubt they would hear me out.

I should stop bothering her.

Sakusa groans, resting his head on the wall before shutting his eyes. 

You gaze over at Sakusa and can’t help but worry about the spiker, who’s been looking exhausted and pale these days.

“Worried?” you hear Astumu ask. “I am,” you say, turning to face the setter. 

“Well, you shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“It’s not like he has tried… to reach out….” you argue, which makes Atsumu roll his eyes. “Well, not hard enough.”

You start to collect the bottles, “It’s not like you and the boys have let him,” you chuckle. 

“Well, I did warm him… but didn’t think he would give up so easily,” Atsumu says, making you frown. 

Atsumu notices your silence and looks over at you, “He hasn’t been playing well,” you suddenly say.

“Don’t worry too much,” Atsumu says, patting your head. 

You nod, unsure how you feel about the situation, but most of all, for the upcoming days that soon turn into weeks of chaos.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa is not okay. 

Since the start of the game, he hasn’t been focused, resulting in the other team winning the first set. Mr. Foster had yelled at him for his multiple mistakes, which led him to be benched for the second set. 

He’s sitting at the end of the bench, away from the rest, to collect himself. 

Sakusa puts a towel over his head, covering his face as he doesn’t want the cameras or fans to see him. 

The action makes you look over at Sakusa, who’s looking so gloomy. “Maybe you should talk to him?” Mr. Foster says, startling you. 

“I don’t know….” you say, glazing each time at the wing spiker. “At least give Kiyoomi his water bottle,” the older man says.

You nod, cleaning it before you slowly reach the curly-haired boy. 

Sakusa feels your presence but doesn’t look over as he doesn’t want to, feeling too ashamed. You hesitate to take a seat next to him, but you do. You hand him his water bottle, and he slowly accepts it. Neither of you says anything.

The wing spiker takes a sip of his water, eyes staring at his shoes. He appreciates your effort to comfort him when he knows you don’t have to. It’s his fault for his poor performance, so he’s sorry that he has worried you and reached out when he knows you don’t want to.  

Sakusa scoffs, thinking how lame he must look as he realizes you were once again the one to approach first. 

You look over at Sakusa, making you wonder what expression he has as the towel over his head makes it hard to see his face. You start to play with your fingers, getting the courage to speak to the wing spiker.

You open your mouth but get interrupted by the whistle, which gets your attention. You look at the scoreboard and realize that MSBY won the second set, meaning the third is to decide the final winner. 

You feel Sakusa get up from his seat, interrupting your thoughts. You see him head with the rest of the team who are resting, making you do the same.

“Good job, boys. I want you guys to keep the same rhythm for the next set. Kiyoomi, I hope you’re now more focused because I want you to play the whole set,” Mr. Foster says, looking over at the taller boy.

“Yes, sir,” Sakusa quietly says, taking off the towel over his head.

Mr. Foster looks intensely at the boy and shakes his head. “Alright, let’s get to it.”

Sakusa makes his way to the court, bumping into Atsumu. 

“You better not repeat the shit you did on the first set,” he hears the blonde comment. “I know,” Sakusa sighs.

Everyone is in their position. Sakusa closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax. 

Come on, you got this.

He hears the whistle go off, making him open his eyes and feel determined. 

*.:｡.✿`

You watch as Sakusa spikes the ball, only for the opponent to receive it. Sakusa has been annoyed by the libero receiving his hits since the start of the game.

You can tell that Sakusa is playing better and is trying not to let what’s happening at the moment get to him. 

“Come on,” you mumble, watching anxiously. 

Sakusa has been watching the ball, eyes never leaving it as he’s too afraid he would mess up and make his team lose. 

I gotta score, but that stupid libero keeps receiving my spikes.

I can’t mess up.

I can’t.

Sakusa doesn’t realize that the ball is heading his way until it’s too late, and he feels a strong impact sending him to the ground. 

He groans, feeling warm wetness running down his nose. 

Fuck, blood.

The referee stops the game. He sees Hinata run towards him. “He’s bleeding,“ he hears Bokuto yell at the coach.

“I’m fine,” Sakusa protested, trying to stand. “You’re bleeding idiot,” Hinata scolds as he helps him.

Sakusa shakes his head, “I can still play,” he argues. “We need to win.”

“You’re right, but I need my player to be healthy, so I’m gonna need you to step out and go check yourself for a concussion and your bloody nose,” Mr. Foster says as he walks up to the two boys.

Sakusa sighs in defeat, nodding his head. “Can I take over, please?” he hears your voice. 

Hinata smiles, allowing you to do your job. Sakusa feels you wrap an arm around his back to support him, making him stiff.

“Make sure he’s okay, Y/N,” Mr. Foster instructs. “Yes, sir,” you quickly say. 

You guide Sakusa out of the gym carefully, leading the rest of the team to watch y’all leave.

“Do you think he will be okay?” Hinata asks. “Yeah, I just hope those two talk it out already,” Bokuto says.

Atsumu would never say it, but he agrees with what Bokuto said.

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, Y/N,” Sakusa whispers, looking over at your anxious self. “You heard the doctor.”

He doesn’t understand why you’re still worried after the doctor had cleared out that he didn’t have a concussion after examining and questioning him. The only thing you guys are waiting for is the bleeding that stopped ten minutes ago. Sakusa is about to say something but stops as you move to take a seat on the chair next to the infirmary bed that he’s lying on.

You look at him, shaking your head. “You’re not okay,” you finally say. 

Sakusa can’t help but let out a gasp as it’s the first he has heard you talk to him directly. 

“You’re not okay at all.”

He knows what you mean, and he sighs. “You’re right… I’m not,” Sakusa says, sitting up from the bed. “But it’s not something to worry about.”

“But I am worried,” you confess. “I care about you, Sakusa, despite you hurting me. I still care about you deeply.”

Sakusa can only stare at your teary eyes, “You’re too kind, Y/N,” he says. 

“It’s not because I’m kind that I do it, but because I like you,” you cry. “I know you’re sorry for what happened, but please don’t let it eat you out like this… p-please.”

Sakusa can’t help but pull you out of the chair and embrace you in his arms. “I am so sorry for the way I expressed myself toward you. I can’t take it back… but please understand that I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

“I enjoyed it when you talked to me, cheered for me, and those cute snacks of yours… all those things I did not hate. I never hated you… I just hated how you made me feel,” Sakusa says, hugging you tighter. 

You can only cry, “I was such an idiot in not realizing that what I felt for you was the opposite …. You made me fall for you,” Sakusa whispers. 

“I like you, Y/N.”

Sakusa feels you cry harder, holding onto his shirt tightly. “I’m sorry for hurting you … I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t think I deserve it, but just allow me to savor this moment,” he says, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

“You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and just perfect, Y/N,” Sakusa softly says. “I hope you know that.”

Sakusa keeps holding you, memorizing your warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I am.”

You slowly let go, taking a step back to clean yourself up. Sakusa can’t help but feel distressed from how red your eyes are from crying again.

“I-I think we should head back now,” Sakusa says, getting up from the bed and walking to the door. 

He stops at the feeling of your small hand on his wrist. “Y/N?” he asks, turning around. 

“Kiss me,” you say.

“W-What?” Sakusa asks, unsure if he heard right. “I said kiss me!”  

You look up at him, giving those eyes that he adores. “Please, Omi,” you whisper. 

“I-I… don’t think I…” Sakusa stutters, making you roll your eyes before you grab the collar of his shirt and tippy-toe your way to crash your lips with his. 

Sakusa is taken by surprise but soon relaxes and kisses you back. You feel him hold onto your waist, pulling you closer. 

He feels his body start to get hot, his stomach feeling funny.

Are these butterflies that I’m having?

So soft.

And sweet.

You break the kiss, which makes Sakusa wish for more. “W-Why?” he asks, looking dumbfounded at you. 

“I already knew how bad you felt for what happened,” you say, softly smiling at him. “I saw how bad you were killing yourself about it, and at some point in the past weeks, I had already forgiven you.”

It’s true.

You have forgiven Sakusa for what happened but were afraid to approach him.

“No… don’t,” Sakusa shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Omi, I forgive you, and I hope you forgive yourself as well,” you softly say, caressing his cheek. “You’re allowing yourself to be hurt, affecting you physically and mentally.”

Sakusa knows you’re right, but he believes he deserves this pain after what he did to you. 

“I like you,” you whisper, looking at him with warm eyes. “I-I like you too,” Sakusa says, throat feeling tight.

He feels like crying, and it seems like you can tell. “You’re okay, Omi,” you say, making him close his eyes. “We’re okay.”

“I’ll help you, so don’t worry,” you smile, cupping his face. 

Sakusa opens his eyes, leaning towards your touch. “I’m a lot to take care of,” he says.

“I know,” you smile, pecking his lips. “I can’t express my emotions properly….” Sakusa warns, looking directly at you.

You peck his lips again, “I know,” you smile. “I-I might hurt you... again…” he mumbles. 

Sakusa knows that he will, as his attitude can be ugly when he’s in a bad mood, and he doesn’t want to put you in that situation again.

“I know, Omi,” you smile again, surprising him. “And I might hurt you too, but it’s all about communicating, which might be difficult at first, but I know we will work it out together.”

Sakusa chuckles, leaning this time to kiss you. “I’ll show you properly this time,” he says, and you understand his meaning. “I know you will,” you smile.

“Now, let’s head back,” you say, interlocking your hands with his. “Okay,” he smiles.

*.:｡.✿`

Atsumu is the first one to spot you entering the gym back again. He noticed how you’re running towards the team with Sakusa. 

He smirks, spotting the interlocked hands between the two of you.

About time.

Bokuto turns around, “HEY, HEY, HEY!” he yells, spotting you and Sakusa. 

This grabs everyone’s attention, turning towards the commotion to bring huge smiles to the players. 

“They’re back!” Hinata smiles, walking up to the two of you. “How is he?”

You smile, looking over at the taller boy with curls. “No concussion, nose bleed stopped, but might be bruised for a few days,” you say.

“The score?” Sakusa asks, realizing the game isn’t over and how they arrive during a break. “Tie… so we need to score two times to win this set,” Hinata explains as the two players look over the scoreboard.

Sakusa looks at the other team, making eye contact with the libero, who gives him a smirk, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He feels you squeeze his hand, which makes him look over at you, encouragingly smiling.

“Thank you…” He smiles, squeezing your hand. 

The wing spiker looks over at his coach, who’s already making eye contact with him. He sees Mr. Foster sigh before he walks up to him. “I see you’re okay… so stop giving that look when I already know what you want.”

Sakusa smiles as you let go of his hand to allow him to warm up before the game resumes. It doesn’t take long before Sakusa enters the court again, re-joining his position after five minutes in the game. 

He looks over at where you are standing and laughs to himself. Atsumu snickers from hearing his teammate. 

He’s down bad, huh?

You smile big as you keep sending thumbs up to the wing spiker, a habit of yours that you form. 

Sakusa feels his body and mind at ease, making him feel calm. Something that he hasn’t felt in quite a while. 

The whistle can be heard, and the remaining time of the third set begins. 

*.:｡.✿`

You anxiously chew on the nail of your thumb as you watch the boys fight for the last point. They were able to score quickly on the opposite team, and now they are trying to finish it by scoring again.

The only issue is that the other team isn’t allowing them. And is taking any chance to score on us. 

“Nice, Hinata!” You yell as he saves the ball from touching the floor. 

Then, Atsumu takes the chance that the ball is in the air to set it towards Sakusa, who looks hungry to hit it.

“You better make it this time,” Atsumu yells as he tosses the ball across the wing spiker. “Don’t worry. I will,” Sakusa smirks.

Sakusa sees the libero already waiting for him with a teasing smile. 

Damn it.

“OMI, YOU CAN DO IT!” you yell loudly.

Sakusa laughs before swinging his arm back and spiking the ball harder than before, allowing the ball that the libero receives to bounce off his arms and touch the floor.

The whistle is blown, announcing the final point.

MSBY won the game.

You can’t help but jump on your feet, high-fiving the coach and players on the bench. You smile as you see Hinata and Bokuto run up to Sakusa, heading for a hug, only to be dodged by the player. 

He did it.

“It seems you’re happy,” you hear Mr. Foster say. “And it also seems you guys fix things.”

You watch Atsumu smirk at Sakusa, who’s glaring at him, making you smile. “Yes,” you simply say. 

Mr. Foster smiles before walking towards the rest of the players. You keep staring at Sakusa before he meets your eyes and softly smiles. 

You give him two thumbs up, making him break into a huge smile. 

*.:｡.✿`

After shaking hands with the other team and fans congratulating the boys, the coach demanded the boys to stay a bit at the lockers to congratulate them and to talk about their next game. 

You are currently waiting outside as Sakusa told you to wait for him after the meeting.

The door opened, and a few players and Mr. Foster exited the locker room. You bid them goodbye before congratulating them on today’s match. You’re too busy looking at them that you don’t see a blonde mop of hair behind you.

“Waiting for someone?” 

You flinch, quickly turning around.

Atsumu laughs at your reaction. “He’s still changing. You know how a germ freak he is,” he says. 

“There’s nothing wrong about being clean,” you defend, making Atsumu roll his eyes. “I’m glad you guys fixed things. It was about time,” he says.

“Atsumu, don’t tell me you care?” you jokingly ask. “N-No! It was just annoying seeing him so miserable,” He says, looking away.

You can’t help but giggle, making Atsumu look over at you and smile. He pats your head, making you look at him with a smile. 

A hand stops him, “Don’t touch her,” Sakusa glares. 

“Omi!” You loudly say, having the curly hair boy look over at you and softly smile before turning back and glaring at the setter. 

Atsumu yanks his hand from Sakusa and smirks. “Calm down,” he says.

“Gosh, fix things, and you’re already claiming,” Atsumu says. 

The setter steps back and looks at the wing spiker with an amusing smile. Somehow the air is unsettling, making you move closer to Sakusa and hold his hand. 

Sakusa looks over at you and squeezes your hand.

Atsumu watches and sighs, but Hinata and Bokuto walk toward y’all before he can say anything.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!” Bokuto yells with a huge smile. “So, are we going to celebrate or what?” Hinata smiles.

You look over at Sakusa, who’s already looking at you, eyes with a hidden meaning that you understand. As you are about to respond to Hinata, Atsumu beats you. 

“It would be just us three,” Atsumu says, glancing over at you. “What? Why?” Both Bokuto and Hinata ask.

Atsumu walks away, “They still need to talk idiots,” he says.

Hinata and Bokuto look at each other before walking towards the setter and waving goodbye to the two of you. 

As Atsumu walks past you and Sakusa, he stops, “Next time you mess up, I won’t hesitate to take the chance,” he says before he continues to walk.

You frown, not understanding what he’s talking about.

It must be about the match.

However, Sakusa knows what Atsumu means, tightly holding your hand. He has always known that Atsumu was interested in you, but it never bothered him until he realized his feelings. 

No.

He was always bothered by the touches, comments, and gestures the setter would do with you. 

He never liked it.

And still doesn’t.

Sakusa can feel himself panicking, afraid you’ll be taken from him if he makes another mistake. He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until you caress his cheek with your free hand. 

“Omi, you okay?” you ask, looking at him worryingly. 

Sakusa leans into your touch, holding your hand and kissing it. 

He nods, holding both of your hands. “I’m okay,” he smiles. 

You look unsure, which makes him pull you closer to him, hugging you. “Y/N… I like you,” he whispers.

“I like you too,” you softly say.

“I’ll work hard to make you happy, so please give me a chance,” Sakusa says, pulling away to see your face. “Be mine.”

You happily smile, nodding your head. “I would love to be yours, Omi,” you whisper.

Sakusa cups your face, leaning in and softly kissing your lips. 

“Wanna head to my place?” you breathe out, getting a nod from the dark-haired boy. “Should we pick up some takeout in the meantime?”

“You pick Omi because you won. We can also watch some movies that I rented. You choose the movie too,” you smile, interlocking your hand with your lover.

“I guess today is my lucky day,” Sakusa chuckles. “I kinda want some sushi, and what kind of movies did you rent?”

Sakusa smiles at you fondly as you list the options for him. He kisses your forehead, “I choose the action one,” the wing spiker says.

“Good choice!” you beam, smiling at him so softly. “Now, let’s go, okay?”

Sakusa nods, allowing you to lead the way as you swing your interlock fingers. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such intense hatred warmth for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate love someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated fell from the first interaction.

No, first look

[songbirdsingingthings]

Secret Santa - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

DAY TWENTY OF 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS - 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

The absolutely ecstatic feeling that you felt when you looked at the name on the slip of paper in your hands seemed to radiate around you, grabbing the attention from some of your classmates.

“Y/N, who’d you get?!” Asked an energetic Mina from behind you, trying to sneak a peek.

“Hey no looking, nosy!” You told her, shrugging her off of your shoulder and shielding your paper even more.

“There’s no harm nor fowl by just letting me know who you have, I promise I won’t tell!” The pink-haired girl said, sticking out her tongue. You rolled your eyes playfully but kept your person’s name to yourself.

“Sorry Mina, that’d ruin the fun!” You say, earning a hurumph from your best friend. The two of you start to make your way back to your dorm before you hear a sweet voice filter through your ears.

“Hey Y/N! I’m going shopping at the mall this weekend for my secret santa, do you want to come along?” That giddy feeling you got when you pulled your person’s name returned and filled you up with butterflies. You turned around to see the one calling your name, who just so happened to be the same person on your slip of paper. Izuku Midoriya. Many people called him the ‘golden boy’ of class 1-A or would say something along the lines of how he had a habit of breaking his bones, but Izuku to you was just the loveliest person your eyes had laid their eyes on. With a green mop of hair, a set of sparkling emerald eyes, and a dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, Izuku never failed to make your heart flutter. He didn’t even have to speak to you, just looking at him evoked a reaction from you that no crush of yours ever had before.

“Uh, Y/N? He asked you a question, are you in there or has your mind moved to a different residence?” Mina quipped, nudging your shoulder with hers. You shook out of your state of daydreaming and a blush broke out across your cheeks.

“Oh, uh, yes! That’d be great!” You said quickly. Izuku gave you a wide smile and nodded.

“Great, how about we go at about 10:30 tomorrow morning?” He suggests. You nod and flash him a grin.

“Yeah, that’s good with me!” You respond cheerily.

“Awesome! I’ll see you then, good night!” He says smiling, turning back around to head to his own dorm. You make sure to wait until he’s completely out of your line of sight and you’re out of his before you have a mini celebration with Mina.

“Did he just ask you out?!” Mina whisper-squealed, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you. Your brain just turned to mush at her words, too caught up in the moment. All you could do was smile and match your friend’s enthusiasm. “C’mon, let’s go pick out an outfit for you to wear tomorrow!”

*The Next Day*

You laugh as you see Izuku’s reaction to how packed the mall was on a Saturday morning.

“I didn’t think it’d be this crowded!” He exclaims, looking around.

“People are probably here to try and make a last-ditch effort to find a gift for someone since Christmas is only a few days away,” you say, smiling as the two of you walk along the mall, occasionally peering into stores. Izuku nods and smiles.

“So what kind of thing are you thinking of getting your secret santa?” He asks. His question makes you nearly trip over your feet but you recover quickly.

“Oh, well, I don’t really know. The person really likes pro-heroes so I was thinking of getting them maybe a figurine or something.” You say, trying to make it sound like you were talking about him. Izuku nods, seems to think about something, and then seems to brighten.

“I know exactly the place to find what you’re looking for!” He says, grabbing onto your hand and leading you to a store with bright colors all around it. Your mind was so caught up in the moment that you forgot to register his hand around yours. “This is where I always come to find new All Might figurines.” He says. You step into the store and almost start laughing. This place was basically Izuku’s brain in a nutshell - All Might merchandise covered the store wall-to-wall, the smiling hero everywhere.

“Wow, this is so cool!” You gush, going up to the shelves and looking at all of the figurines. You spend a few minutes mulling over your choices before you spot Izuku eyeing a particular figure. “Do you like that one?” You ask him, trying to be subtle.

“Huh? Oh, yeah this is the newest one! I’ll have to save up for it though, it’s a little bit on the expensive side…” he says, sparing one last look towards the All Might figure. “Did you find what you were looking for?” He asks. You nod as you look at what the green-haired boy previously had his eyes on and smile.

“Yeah! I just need to pay for it. If you want, I can meet you back somewhere if you have to go to a store?” You suggest, trying to keep him from finding out what you were buying. 

“Sure! I’ll meet you back at the entrance!” He suggests. You nod and smile, silently celebrating your win. He’s gonna be so happy when he opens it up, you think to yourself, grabbing the box with the figure and bringing it up to the cash register

*Christmas Morning*

“Okay everyone, you can give your gift to your Secret Santa!” Iida announces, standing in front of the Christmas tree in the common room. A flurry of activity erupted as everyone started to get up and find their person. All you had to do was turn to your left to see Izuku sitting next to you, already waiting for you.

“Wait- did you have me?” You ask, a shocked smile gracing your face. Izuku matches your expression and laughs a bit.

“Yeah! And I take it, you have me?” He asks back, a small blush dancing across his cheeks. You giggle and nod, extending your wrapped gift towards the green-haired boy.

“Merry Christmas!” you chirp. He gives you a grin as he begins to peel back the wrapping paper. His jaw drops as he takes the box out of its shell of paper.

“Y-you got this for me?!” He exclaims, his green eyes raking over every detail of the figure.

“Well I just saw how much you wanted it, so I just had to get it for you.” You confess. A wild smile erupts on his face as he lunges forward, wrapping you up in a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, I love it! I love you!” He says happily. The two of you didn’t really process his last confession until a few moments later when the both of you tense up a bit and pull back to reveal Izuku’s beet red face and your equally as flushed one. “I-I, uh… umm…” He stutters, clearly at a loss for words.

“I love you too.” You say breathlessly. While it was revealed a few minutes later that he got you concert tickets to your favorite artist, the two of you could both agree - your love-filled revelations were the best gifts you could get each other.

[sunlit-squid]

How about “Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” for the prompt?

For those who don’t know, my ask box is open. Send me a simping softness prompt, and I’ll write a short sbsp ficlet for you. ✰

i’m back on my bullshit. if you wanna read this ficlet on ao3, the link is here. otherwise, ficlet under the cut!

also tagging @wowthwtslame, who requested the same prompt a while ago. thank you!

In the dead of night, while everyone was asleep, winter descended on Bikini Bottom.

By the time Squidward woke up and peered out the window, Conch Street was completely covered in glittering white snow. In fact, the wintry landscape stretched so far, there was hardly a speckle of sand left -- just deep, undisturbed snow for miles on end.

Squidward vaguely remembered falling asleep to the late night news, in the middle of a special weather report. What was it Perch Perkins said? “6 to 7 inches of snow overnight?” Fishpaste. That was going to be a lot of snow to clear up before work Monday morning.

But for now … it was Sunday. And Sunday meant no Krusty Krab, no rowdy customers, and -- perhaps best of all -- no Spongebob. Squidward sighed dreamily. Yes. Today, he would stay in, and tomorrow, he would worry about the snow.

-0-

The setup was perfect: soothing herbal tea, a box full of bonbons, and a romantic drama on the television. Squidward had donned his softest, silkiest robe for the occasion, and was just settling onto the couch -- when there was a loud, forceful knock at the door. The octopus groaned. There was only one person who would be willing to come over in this weather…

Sure enough, a few moments later, Spongebob’s high-pitched voice echoed all throughout the once-serene moai: “Heeeeey, Squidwaaaard!” The loud, forceful knocking began anew, drowning out Squidward’s TV entirely.

Annoyed, the octopus pressed pause on his romantic drama, and trudged angrily over to the door. Flinging it open with all the force he could muster, Squidward readied himself for a scream -- but was instead startled by the faces on his doorstep.

Spongebob was there, of course -- but he was accompanied by Patrick and Sandy, too. All three of them were dressed in wintry ski gear, looking bright and chipper as ever. Spongebob, however, looked oddly flushed, a soft shade of red dusting his yellow cheeks. Perhaps he was cold.

“Howdy, Squidward!” greeted Sandy, waving her gloved hand enthusiastically. “We were just about to head to Sand Mountain for some skiin’, and thought ya might want to tag along.”

“Yeah, come with us, Squidward!” Patrick chimed in. “Spongebob reeeaaaaally wants you to -- oof!”

There was some indiscernible movement behind Spongebob, which made Patrick double over in pain. Sandy, however, continued to smile, a bit forcefully now. Pushing Spongebob forward, the squirrel continued, “Anyway, whaddaya say, Squidward?”

Squidward blinked. This was weird. For one, the trio at his doorstep seemed oddly tense. And for two, Squidward was not a good skier. Or a skier at all, really. The last time he skied at Sand Mountain, nearly a year ago, had been an accident -- Spongebob lost control of his skis, and barreled directly into Squidward (who, mind you, wasn’t even skiing, just spectating). The force of the collision carried both of them across the mountain, and into the icy waters beyond.

After that incident, they both got a nasty cold, which lasted for nearly two weeks. During that time, Spongebob insisted on coming over frequently, just to hang out. I’m so sick, I can’t hang out with anyone else! the sponge explained. But you’re sick too, Squidward, so let’s get better together, okay?

It was the worst two weeks of Squidward’s life -- never mind that Spongebob cooked good meals and watched the same shows and looked really cute in his sleep…

Wait. No. No.

“No,” snapped Squidward, moving to close his door. “Absolutely not.”

Before the door could close completely, however, Spongebob stepped forward, wedging himself in the doorway. “But Squiiidward,” the sponge whined, pouting beautifully. His brilliant blue eyes shimmered in the mid-morning sun. “I wanna hang out with you today!”

The octopus froze, heat rising to his cheeks. With a deep breath, Squidward yelled, “I am not going, and that is final!” before slamming the door in their faces.

-0-

Somehow, some way -- Squidward wound up in the backseat of Sandy’s newly-invented wintermobile, trudging through the snow-packed streets of Bikini Bottom. Spongebob was seated right next to him, singing along to a cheery Christmas song on the radio. Patrick, in the passenger seat, was singing too, but it was clear he didn’t know the words at all.

The octopus scowled. How did this happen?

It was Spongebob’s fault, no doubt. One moment, Squidward was lounging on the couch -- and the next, he was rummaging around the closet, searching for his winter gear. Something about Spongebob’s words -- I wanna hang out with you today! -- made the octopus feel stupid, loopy, and warm.

Squidward was no stranger to loneliness. It was his oldest friend, his most constant companion, and the octopus was … okay with that. Content, even. But Spongebob Squarepants, with his stupid smile and pretty blue eyes and cute face, just had to go and ruin it, every time. Squidward, you wanna watch a movie? Squidward, you wanna go to the park? Squidward, you wanna try out this new cookie recipe? And despite Squidward’s better judgment … whether due to loneliness, or boredom, or what have you … he would say yes, every time.

This was one of those times.

“Hey, hey,” Spongebob whispered, interrupting Squidward’s thoughts. “I’m glad you changed your mind. I always have more fun with you around, Squidward.”

Squidward blushed furiously, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t read into it. I just thought it would be good to get out of the house.”

“Oh, it will be! And I practiced some cool tricks,” said the sponge, waving his arms around erratically. “I wanna show them to you, okay?”

Squidward smirked. “If you get hurt, I’ll just point and laugh.”

Spongebob stuck out his bottom lip, in an adorable pout. “I won’t get hurt. I’m an expert!”

“Uh-huh,” said Squidward dryly. “I bet you are.”

Spongebob ignored that snarky remark, and instead moved on to talk about the different tricks he had learned. All the while, Squidward’s gaze lingered on the poriferan’s face: the way it lit up, the way it radiated warmth. On occasion, the octopus would glance up to find Patrick and Sandy eyeing them through the rearview mirror. Whenever they were caught, however, the starfish and the squirrel would immediately look away, whistling awkwardly.

What was up with them?

-0-

When they finally got to Sand Mountain, it was apparent they weren’t the only ones who thought of skiing that day. A decent crowd of Bikini Bottomites had gathered at the mountain, either skiing or talking or drinking hot cocoa from a nearby stand. Some children had even gathered at the base of the mountain, caught up in an intense snowball fight. In all, there was a joyous vibe in the air, the unique, special sort that only comes with very heavy snowfall.

Hurriedly, the four of them piled out of Sandy’s wintermobile, and headed for the slopes. After getting their gear and equipment all squared away, Patrick and Sandy turned to Spongebob and Squidward, with strained, too-wide smiles.

“Well, uh -- Patrick and I are gonna test out the new challenge course on the other side o’ the mountain,” said Sandy, nervously readjusting her ski goggles, which for some reason were strapped around her helmet. “So, uh -- we’ll meet up with y’all in a bit, alright?”

Squidward blinked in confusion. “Why can’t we just go with you -- ?”

“Uh, bye, Spongeward! I mean, Squidbob! I mean … uh …,” sputtered Patrick, as Sandy hurriedly dragged him away -- in the wrong direction, Squidward noted.

“What’s up with them?” asked the octopus, vaguely gesturing to Sandy and Patrick, who were slowly disappearing from sight.

Spongebob laughed, a little too loudly. “Oh, don’t worry about them -- it’s -- uh. They’re, uh. Dating,” stammered the sponge, awkwardly. “They’re just, like, super shy about it.”

Squidward did not believe that for one single second. “Spongebob, what is going on?”

Before Spongebob could reply, the poriferan was swept up by two strong, muscly red arms, tossing him in the air and catching him again. “Spongebob Squarepants!” exclaimed Larry, towering over Squidward in that intimidating way of his. “Buddy, you ready to hit those slopes?”

Spongebob giggled as he was tossed in the air. “I sure am!”

When Larry finally caught sight of Squidward standing there, the lobster laughed loudly. “Oh, Squidward’s here! Good!” said Larry, with a huge grin on his face. “You know, Spongebob has some real cool tricks up his sleeve. He’s been practicing a lot just to impress --”

“AAAH!” yelled Spongebob, for seemingly no reason, startling both Squidward and Larry. After a few seconds, the poriferan laughed nervously, and sputtered, “Oh, uh, sorry, just -- getting all my screams out now, while I can. What were you saying, Larry?”

Larry blinked in confusion. “Well, I was saying, that you’ve been practicing real hard to impress --”

“AAAAH!” screamed Spongebob, louder this time.

“To impress --”

“AAAAAAAAH!” yelled the sponge, once more. This time, the scream was so loud, a pile of snow came rolling off the peak of Sand Mountain, and onto some Bikini Bottomites down below. In the distance, someone screamed something about a leg.

Larry stopped talking. Sighing, he put Spongebob down and said, “Look, why don’t we just … head to the slope, alright?”

Spongebob nodded, seemingly all out of screams. “Okie-doke!”

Quietly, the lobster and the sponge began making their way over to Mariana Course, notably the hardest slope at Sand Mountain. Squidward followed close behind them, thoroughly baffled. Sure, Spongebob was hyperactive, energetic, and borderline insane, but this … this was something entirely different. Spongebob seemed nervous, to the point of genuine distress, and Squidward for the life of him couldn’t figure out why.

Impulsively, the octopus reached out to pull Spongebob back, so they were both walking a few paces behind Larry. “You know, you don’t have to do this course if you’re nervous about it,” the octopus mumbled, keeping his voice low so the lobster wouldn’t overhear. “I mean, it’s not like I care or anything, in fact it would be funny if you, uh, got hurt or whatever, but … the Mariana Course is kind of … questionable, you know?”

By ‘questionable’, Squidward meant damn near fatal. The Mariana Course wasn’t even an official part of Sand Mountain, until the Drasticals broke it in by force. Its rocky, hazardous terrain practically financed the new wing of the Bikini Bottom General Hospital.

Spongebob, however, seemed determined. “Trust me, Squidward, I’ve got it all under control!” he chirped. Then, with a small, cute chuckle, the sponge asked, “Why? Are you worried about me?”

Squidward felt hot, all of a sudden. The octopus stormed ahead, warmth clinging to his cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with!”

Behind him, Spongebob giggled. “Whatever you say, Squiddy.”

-0-

Squidward had to admit, Spongebob had definitely been practicing. From his spot on the observer’s loft, the octopus could see everything on the Mariana Course: from the brambling bushes to the sharp, jagged rocks, to the slippery snow drifts down below. One by one, Spongebob maneuvered through them all, with grace, aplomb -- even a touch of arrogance.

Spongebob’s tricks were plentiful, and occasionally scary: at one point, the sponge was suspended high in the air, doing crazy flips and turns, all while his skis raced ahead of him. Squidward was worried, for a moment, that the skis would outpace Spongebob -- but somehow, the poriferan managed to land perfectly, right atop both of them, once again.

Squidward found himself sighing, dreamily. Sure, Spongebob was annoying ninety percent of the time, but the boy was also weirdly athletic … which had a certain, insufferable charm to it.

“Hey, Squidward,” came Larry’s voice. Squidward jumped slightly -- he’d honestly forgotten the lobster was still around. When Squidward turned, Larry was approaching with two mugs of hot cocoa in both claws. Gently, he handed one to Squidward, who accepted it gratefully. “Drink while it’s hot.”

“Thanks,” said Squidward. The warmth of the mug felt lovely, especially in the bitter cold.

Larry and Squidward sat in silence, watching Spongebob traverse the Mariana Course, for a while -- sipping their cocoa and occasionally gasping at the sponge’s antics. The cocoa was delicious, the perfect soothing drink for a day on the slopes. After a lengthy, peaceful silence, Larry finally spoke up.

“Spongebob really likes you, you know,” said the lobster, finishing the last of his cocoa.

Squidward froze -- and it had nothing to do with the cold temperatures. Wrapping his tentacles around the mug, Squidward sifted around his brain for a good reply. Coming up empty, the octopus simply said, “Yeah. He’s made that pretty clear.”

Larry shifted, leaning on the railing in front of them. “You know, he … asked me to teach him some of those tricks. To cheer you up.”

Squidward turned now, eyes fixed on Larry. “What?” he said, stupidly.

The lobster shrugged. “I don’t really know the details,” Larry sighed. “All I know is, Spongebob thought you seemed sadder lately. And he wanted to try and make you feel better.”

Squidward felt both hot and cold, all of a sudden. In truth … he had fallen into a bit of a depression lately. Over the course of one month, Squidward’s creative pursuits hit a new, staggering low: another one of his scripts had been rejected by the Bikini Bottom Art Society; he was laughed out of the auditions for the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic; and, to top it all off, Squilliam had just premiered a groundbreaking musical in New Kelp City.

Already, the reviews were in: once more, Squilliam was rocking the oceanic world … and Squidward was still just a cashier.

Squidward thought that because he was usually depressed anyway, no one would notice if he was … slightly-more-depressed than usual. But apparently, someone had. And apparently …

“Dear Neptune!” Larry’s sudden, loud voice rocketed Squidward out of his thoughts.

“What? What’s going on?” asked Squidward, looking around frantically -- until he saw it. A tiny yellow body, near the edge of the Mariana Course, lying still, so perfectly still.

-0-

Quickly, Larry and Squidward stole a snowmobile from the mountain staff, and hurriedly rushed towards Spongebob’s tiny, unmoving body. On the way, the lobster explained what happened: Spongebob had been in the middle of one of his stunts. Everything was going perfectly fine, until he had to land on his skis again. The back of Spongebob’s coat got stuck on a kelp branch, which flung him to the edge of the Mariana Course. He landed on sharp, jagged rocks, and from then on, did not move.

Squidward felt a pit opening up inside his stomach. Dear, blessed Neptune and Poseidon. Let him be okay.

When they finally reached the cluster of sharp, jagged rocks, Squidward could hardly believe his eyes. Lying perfectly still, eyes closed, barely breathing, was Spongebob Squarepants, a massive, sharp rock jutted straight through his chest. Behind him, Larry threw up in the woods.

After he recovered, Larry sputtered out, “We should -- we should try to move him … I don’t know a lot about sponge anatomy, but if he stays like that, he’ll regenerate around it … and that’ll make things complicated for the docs … ”

Squidward was already moving. The octopus used his tentacles to carefully maneuver his way around the sharp crevices. When he finally reached Spongebob, the cephalopod shivered with fright. It was bad. The sharp rock wasn’t very long, but it was long enough to look horrific, especially embedded inside of Spongebob’s tiny body.

“Sponge … Spongebob?” croaked Squidward, a flood of anxiety washing over him.

There was no response -- only silence, terrible silence, where Spongebob’s sharp, jittering laugh should be. Squidward felt cold. He did this for me. To make me happy. Me.

“Damn it,” muttered Squidward. Before he knew it, he was crying, large globs of tears streaming down his face. “Why? Why are you like this? Just to make me happy … are you an idiot?”

Suddenly, there was a claw on Squidward’s shoulder. Looking up, he saw that Larry was there, quiet yet firm. Carefully, the lobster latched onto Spongebob, and gently pulled the boy off of the jagged edge. Squidward’s eyes were locked on the rock where Spongebob once was for a moment too long. Then, he carefully made his way out of the jagged rock pile.

Larry had laid Spongebob down in the snow, just beyond the pit of rocks. The gaping hole left in the sponge’s body was terrifying to look at, so open and hollow and wide.

“Medics are coming,” said Larry, with a cough. “But since it’s a sponge, they might take longer … you know, because they --”

“Regenerate,” finished Squidward, kneeling down next to Spongebob’s cold, still form. “He’s not regenerating right now … is that bad?”

“Give it a moment,” breathed Larry, going to grab a blanket from off of the snowmobile. “Kid fell hard. It might be a while.”

Larry returned, blanket in tow, and wrapped it all over Spongebob’s body. Then, he stood, and they all made their way back to the nearby lodge, quiet as can be.

-0-

When they got back to the warmth of the lodge, they laid Spongebob down on a couch in the lobby. Larry draped the blanket over Spongebob once again, to try and hide his wounds as he recovered. Now, only the top of him was visible, his yellow nose just barely peeking out.

This way, Squidward could almost trick himself into thinking the sponge was asleep. With that soft, cute smile, those fluttering eyelashes … yes. Spongebob was just sleeping, and soon, he would wake up, and laugh, and all would be right with the world.

As time passed, several Bikini Bottomites came through, to ask what happened. Larry explained carefully, since Squidward could hardly bring himself to speak. At some point, Patrick and Sandy showed up too, looking equally devastated, Sandy muttering something about I knew this idea was plumb awful, why didn’t I trust my gut …

All the while, Squidward held Spongebob’s squeaky little hand, and did not let go for a second -- even when the medics finally arrived. By then, things looked good: Spongebob was regenerating normally. But he still hadn’t woken up yet.

When the medics left, Squidward almost fell asleep holding onto Spongebob’s hand. That’s when Sandy showed up, right beside him.

“Hey,” she said. Her tone was friendly, but her concern was clear.

“Hey,” said Squidward, giving Spongebob’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Sandy hesitated for a while. Then, with blunt simplicity, she said, “I think he could make ya happy, Squidward. If ya let him.”

A funny feeling settled in the pit of Squidward’s stomach. Looking down at Spongebob’s resting, peaceful face, the octopus replied, “But what if I hurt him?”

The squirrel shrugged. “If you’re already worried about it, I’d say that ain’t gonna happen.”

Squidward found himself smiling, despite himself. “Thanks, Sandy.”

She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Don’t mention it,” she said. “Just tired o’ watching y’all play hard to get, is all.”

-0-

At some point, Larry, Patrick, and Sandy went to grab food, in case Spongebob woke up and needed sustenance … leaving Squidward to man the helm. Come nightfall, the sponge finally stirred.

Immediately, Squidward sat up -- just as Spongebob sat up, too, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. Then, he laughed -- thank Neptune for that laugh -- and turned to face Squidward, enthusiastically.

“Did you see that cool trick I did --” the sponge began, but was interrupted by Squidward, enveloping him in a huge, crushing hug.

“Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” cried the octopus, shaking and shuddering with tears. “You absolute idiot.”

Spongebob, caught off guard, simply held Squidward closer. “You know I regenerate,” said the sponge, slightly muffled by Squidward’s shoulder.

“You were impaled, Spongebob --”

“I was? That’s crazy --”

“Spongebob,” said Squidward, firmly, pulling away from the embrace. Awkwardly, the octopus looked down, sighing heavily. “Look, you … you don’t have to go to extreme lengths just to make me happy.”

Spongebob blinked, then blushed. “Who told you --”

“It doesn’t matter,” interrupted Squidward, whose face had erupted in bright splotches of red. “Just -- just be around me, alright? That’s all you gotta do, is be around me, and suddenly I’m all … stupid, and happy or whatever. Whatever! Alright? You don’t have to do … all of this.” Squidward gestured vaguely to the lodge, and the ski courses beyond.

It was Spongebob’s turn to be red in the face. “That’s … it? That’s all I have to do?”

Squidward sighed, and before he knew what he was doing, pressed a soft, chaste kiss atop Spongebob’s head. “That’s all you’ve ever had to do.”

“Aww,” came a loud voice from directly behind them. When they turned, they found Patrick, Larry, and Sandy in the doorway, holding a bunch of bags from the Barg’N Mart. Patrick was clapping, and in the process dropped the majority of his grocery bags. “Great job, buddy! Mission accomplished!” shouted the seastar, proudly.

Squidward dropped his head into his tentacles. “I hate all of you,” he muttered, despite the small smile curling across his lips.

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come and dance with me

Rymin Week Day 6: Dance

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One late summer evening, when the sky is turning dark orange and blue, Ryan drags Min out for the night.

They end up at a club similar to what they play at regularly. Today, though, they are not here for music, as unfathomable as it may sound. Today, they are just here as innocuous members of the audience.

Days with neither a tight driving schedule to keep to or a show to catch are rare. Ryan and Min make the most of them, however that may play out. Sometimes it’s a quiet night in the hotel, catching up on practicing with Min’s full-size synth. Sometimes it’s exploring the towns on foot instead of the car.

Sometimes, like tonight, it’s hanging out at clubs and bars. As exhilarating as performing is, it’s nice to be on the other side sometimes. It’s a different experience.

They start out at a small table on the side, but in no time at all Ryan is dragging Min towards the dance floor. It’s a bit crowded for Min’s taste, but all it takes is a wide, hopeful smile from Ryan and he’s on his feet.

It is crowded, but Min nearly doesn’t notice once Ryan’s hands are in his. They spin and jump to the music. It’s thrilling to be a part of such a crowd, and yet Min and Ryan only have eyes for each other.

I love him. I love him so much…!  

On the dance floor, with bright lights and loud music and sweaty people swirling around them, Min comes to a realization.

I never want to be without Ryan. I want to stay with him for the rest of my life.  

Ryan wraps his arms around him. “Hey Min, I’m getting kind of hungry. can we-”

“Marry me.” The words are out of Min’s mouth before he even realizes they were there in the first place.

His mouth snaps shut. I. Why did I say that why did I say that?!  

Ryan is staring at him, frozen, mouth agape. “Min?”

Min can only stare back.

As he’s standing, stock-still in the midst of dancing partygoers, the eye of the hurricane, he comes to yet another startling realization.

I don’t regret it. I stand by what I said. 

“Yeah,” he says, quiet and breathy. “Yeah. Yeah! Ryan, let’s do it!” Excitement floods him, and he starts to bounce up and down. He takes Ryan’s hands and squeezes them, beaming. “Let’s get married!”

Ryan does not respond. At least, not verbally. He holds Min’s hands oh-so-gently, as if he were holding precious cargo. A light blush paints his cheeks, and he gazes at Min with a love-filled gaze.

“Okay.”

 Min grins. “Okay!”

“It’s not going to be easy,” Ryan warns. His seriousness feels out of place both with the upbeat music and euphoria in Min’s heart.

Min starts spinning slowly to the beat of the music, tugging Ryan along with him.

“I don’t care,” Min says. “I just want to be with you.”

Ryan grins, leaning back but never letting go of Min’s hands. The shock seems to be wearing off, and his usual swagger returns, but he still seems quite caught off guard. “Well, that’s quite a declaration. Um. You didn’t plan this, did you?”

Min laughs, shaking his head. “I guess not. The sentiment just… came over me all of a sudden.”

“Ah, how the tables have turned,” Ryan says, laughing lightly. “Well. I’m glad you feel you can express yourself freely around me like that, even without a plan.” His cheeks are tinged pink.

“Me too.” Min ducks his head. Is that a rejection? Ryan would be more forthcoming than that, right? Ryan isn’t the type to speak in implications. Not when it counts.

Ryan opens his mouth to say more. At that sight, Min relaxes, because of course Ryan wouldn’t leave him hanging. But Min never gets to hear what those words are. Before Ryan can speak, he’s cruelly interrupted.

The song changes from something crooning and beautiful to something energetic and bouncy. It’s a popular song, topping charts in the way Chicken Choice Judy hopes to one day. The audience - both the dancers and the wallflowers - react accordingly, screaming with excitement.

On any other day, Ryan and Min (definitely Ryan) would’ve been just another person in that yelling crowd, expressing their joy in volume and feeding off the energy of their peers. Now, they stand frozen in the middle of the dance floor, an oasis of stillness in the middle of chaos.

They stare at each other, unsure. Neither of them is willing to break their communal silence (which feels absolutely nothing like silence, given the amount of noise around them).

A fellow partygoer nudges Min, a little too forcefully. “C’mon, guys! Aren’t you here to have fun?”

Ryan jumps. Min tries to catch his eye, but misses. When he glances back at the partygoer, they’ve disappeared into the crowd.

Ryan glances at Min and shrugs. He starts jumping and cheering. It might look perfectly natural to an onlooker, like a perfect part of the crowd, but Min knows him too well. He’s restrained, self-conscious in a way he rarely is.

But he seems unwilling to talk, so Min goes along with it.

They dance for a while longer before Min starts to get tired. He doesn’t get the chance to say anything, because Ryan just seems to know. Before Min can open his mouth, Ryan’s dragging him to the bar.

Ryan finally gets his food. They sir at the bar, drinking and laughing about everything and nothing. It’s a little awkward at first, which feels like unfamiliar territory for them after all this time off the train, but they eventually relax.

Yet neither of them dare to mention their earlier conversation.

 --

The night passes in a blur of dancing and conversation. Min feels a little out of it, like he’s floating, or viewing his own life as an outsider. He doesn’t come back to himself until he’s lying in bed. With Ryan.

Both of them have never been more grateful for the initial idea and excuse of taking a queen-sized bed in their hotel room to save money. It has never been awkward, not even when they first started out. Not even before they knew each other liked men, or that they liked each other. Not even before Min himself knew he likes men! It always felt so natural to share so much domesticity and personal space with Ryan.

Until now. They’re cuddling, like usual. It’s not out of the ordinary for partners such as themselves. Usually the lull of Ryan’s breathing and his warm arms around Min’s body lull him right to sleep. Yet tonight, he feels tense.

He can’t deny that he is safe and comfortable in Ryan’s arms. His breaths are deep and calm. Slowly, the tension and worries start to ease out of his body. He relaxes in Ryan’s embrace, all thoughts of the proposal nearly gone.

Min is just starting to slip into sleep when Ryan stirs. “Min.”

A foreboding feeling is starting to burn in Min’s gut. He rolls over noisily in the silence and opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

Ryan is lying with his back to Min, staring decidedly at his hands as if they held the secrets to the universe. “Did you… mean what you said earlier? About marrying me?”

The last semblance of any drowsiness Min once had his gone, leaving him stiff and anxious. “I… yeah. I did. I do, really.”

Ryan doesn’t respond. He’s biting his lip and frowning into the darkness of the hotel room. Min shivers.

“Maybe it was dumb,” he mutters, disappointed. “I know it was spur of the moment. I didn’t even give you a grandiose speech. You deserve that.”

Ryan’s breaths are long and measured. If not for how controlled they are, or how long he’s been sleeping next to Ryan in close quarters, Min might’ve thought he’d fallen asleep. Which wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary, if tonight were a normal night. If they’d stayed up late dancing and partying and crashed afterwards. It’s happened multiple times, with each of them at fault. Long nights take their toll on everybody.

But Ryan isn’t the type to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation like this. Not when it counts.

So Min waits. Patient as he is, the silence still stings.

“So it was just the lack of a speech that was dumb?” Ryan finally asks. His voice is quiet, scratchy with disuse and fear.

Min swallows. “Yeah, but Ryan- I don’t really care, I just-“

“Tell me your speech.”

“Huh?” Min must have heard him wrong.

“Tell me your speech.” Quick as a flash, Ryan rolls over and grips both of Min’s hands in his own. His nose is inches from Min’s. They stare into each others’ eyes, breaths catching. Ryan’s eyes are wide and nervous, with no semblance of sleep remaining. His lips are slightly parted. Min’s gaze flicks down to them, then away when he realizes what he’s done. Now is not the time. Later… but not now. 

“O-oh. Um.” Min clears his throat awkwardly, desperately searching for words.

Ryan frowns and breaks his gaze away. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Or if you need to think it over-“

“No, no.” Min shakes his head empathically. “I still feel the way I did in the club, Ryan. Just… a little more tired, I guess. But my point stands. And I don’t need to think it over, because I love you and I love everything about you. I don’t need multiple drafts to figure out how to say that.”

“Oh.” Ryan is blushing fiercely. Min stifles an affectionate giggle that would surely break the moment and forces himself to concentrate.

“Ryan Akagi,” he says after a moment, taking a deep breath. “You were my first friend. You are my closest friend. You were one of the first people I ever met. When our parents wanted us to be friends, we could have not gotten along. But we have, because you are a wonderful person who charms everyone who comes within ten feet of you.”

Min pauses for breath, then continues. “But I care about so much more than that. I love you because you helped me realize my first dream. I love you because you convinced me to play in our first performance because we wanted to, not because our parents did. I love you because you never gave up on me. I love you because you are such a go-getter. When you set your mind to something, you make it happen, even if it seems impossible. You came back to me even when I thought we were finished, and you changed my life. I cannot imagine spending it without you, whether in music or at home. I love playing music with you and traveling with you and performing with you. Please make me as happy now as you make me every day.”

Min’s final words hang in the air. The silence in the room is broken only by the incessant whirring of the hotel fan.

Min scratches at the back of his neck. “Umm, if you want to, of course. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I will respect that.”

“Min.” Min shuts up fast. “Man, I-“ Ryan rubs at his eyes and sniffles. “You’re too good to me.”

 “Never,” Min promises fiercely.

“Shut up and let me talk, okay?” Min nods, chastised. Ryan sends him a small smile before continuing.

“Min, you’re… man, you’re such an amazing person. Shut up, it’s true, I can see those protests coming from a mile away.” Ryan levels him with a stern glare. Min laughs.

When the moment has passed, Ryan sighs, threading his hands behind his head. “I barely know where to start with you. You’ve made my life so much better, you know? I don’t know where I’d be without you. Gage is nothing compared to Chicken Choice Judy, sure, but even when we were kids my life revolves around you. You were my only friend, but you know what? I never sought out anyone else because I never needed anyone else. Time and again, you’ve always been the person I’m happiest with. That year I spent alone on the road was the worst year of my life. I kept asking myself, ‘Why am I so unhappy? I have everything I’ve never wanted. I’m finally a performing musician. I’m writing an album. I’m away from my stifling family. I’m free to be myself.’ But I’ve always known the answer. It was because I was without you.” Ryan rolls over to take Min’s hands once more. “I never want to be without you again, Min.”

Min chokes on a sob. “Ryan, I…”

Ryan squeezes his hand. “You don’t need to say anything. This has been a lot of sappiness for one night.”

Min shakes his head, the ghost of a smile on his face. Well, allow me to change the mood. As you wish, good sir. “So, is that a yes?” he asks hopefully.

Ryan bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through the previously quiet hotel room. “Sure it is, Min. I pour my heart out and that’s all I get, huh?”

“Sorry,” Min says, chuckling. “I’ll do it right this time. Ryan Akagi, will you marry me?”

Ryan’s smile is soft and beautiful. “Of course I will. Min-Gi Park, will you marry me?”

“I will,” Min says quietly, full of emotion. God, he loves this man.

He can’t imagine a better future now that it belongs to Ryan. They have their entire futures to spend together. Their entire lives to spend together.

The future hasn’t been something Min looked forward to for a long time. Not since his parents started pressuring him about college, and certainly not since Ryan left. Yet now, lying in a hotel bed with Ryan’s hand in his and a promise on their lips, he finds himself looking forward with a smile on his face.

Whatever comes next, I am ready. With Ryan by my side, nothing could ever truly go wrong. 

~

to be completely honest i wasn't even going to write for this day but we started chatting in the discord on monday about rymin engagement and i had to drop everything to write this (except i actually didn't because i ended up writing it all today aksdjfkdsl) it's literally all because of this

Ryan: Min I think we should get-

Min: married

Ryan: I mean I was going to say takeaway but let's do your thing that sounds much better

title is from apple by gfriend. admittedly this doesn't fit the "dance" prompt as closely as i would've liked so hopefully that makes up for it. in all honesty i didn't have a plan for this one and i just wanted to shoehorn rymin proposal in there somewhere dkfjgkfd

it's really late rn i finished this hours ago but i was away so i can only post it now. i just really want to go to bed so i'll leave you with that. might edit this in the morning though. thank you for reading! if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or on twitter! please leave a like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed it!

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[buckysbabygorl]

They’re Playing Our Song (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N has no idea how to dance, and Bucky insists on teaching her

Warnings: None

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,387

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Bucky stood alone in the kitchen, his hair settled nicely in a low bun as he stirred the boiling pasta, Duke Ellington playing softly in the background.

He finally had the compound to himself, with the rest of the team out at one of Tony’s fancy galas to promote a new invention he’d whipped up; something to do with his micro-technology.

Bucky hadn’t listened very well to the details, excited at the idea of having time to himself. Since his therapy in Wakanda had concluded, he’d been bombarded with team exercises, missions, and press conferences discussing his recovery and being one of the team’s newest additions. Bucky had grown to love the team as if they were his own family, and after a long process; reconciled with Tony to the point of civility, even going as far to say develop a friendship.

Yes, he’d loved all of them dearly, but my god were they overwhelming. They were boisterous and energetic, it reminded him of the Howling Commandos from all those years ago…

But as of late; with things like press, adjusting to the team, awaiting the public’s full acceptance of him, as well as Tony’s… it was all a bit too much. Bucky just needed some time to himself; cook some of his mother’s recipes and listen to his Dad’s old records. Though he didn’t have the actual records, Spotify was just as good. He reminisced as he listened and cooked; thinking of his father twirling his mother in their kitchen while the radio played, his sister and him watching from the dinner table. They had both passed away when he was very young, but it comforted him to remember how happy they’d been in the time they had.

Bucky had been adding some spices to his sauce, when he heard the slow shuffling of feet coming down the hallway. He’d thought everyone had left, and was surprised to see Y/N sleepily entering the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Buck. I didn’t know you were here.” Y/N was just as surprised to see him, expecting everyone to have left by now. Bucky looked over her figure, her clothes rustled from sleep and hair slightly messy.

He smiled, “Hey Y/N. Isn’t it a little late to be getting up?”

Y/N grinned tiredly at his teasing, “Took a nap, little tired from today.”

She yawned as she recounted to Bucky the day’s events; she and Nat had returned from a mission in Barcelona. Clearly the time difference hadn’t affected Nat as much as it had Y/N, as soon as they got off the plane Nat had been buzzing with excitement for the gala. She pleaded with Y/N to come, but she wearily declined.

“-Besides, I’m not much of a party person anyways.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, “I get it. But I'm surprised you didn’t go, this could’ve been your big debut kid.”

Y/N had recently joined the team, only a short time before Bucky. With his new arrival, she had been somewhat washed over as the press became focused on Bucky. Not that she minded of course, Y/N wasn’t one to beg for the spotlight, content to be doing the work she needed to do behind the scenes. 

Y/N scoffed at that, “I think I would’ve got a little lost in the crowd.”

Bucky laughed, and Y/N raised her eyebrows in question. “What? You don’t think so?”

Bucky continued stirring his sauce, “You? Never. You light up a room, doll.” 

With his back turned from her, he didn’t see Y/N’s reddened cheeks as she laughed. Bucky had always been one to playfully praise and flirt, she knew there wasn’t a heavy tone to it but she couldn’t help but be flattered by his remarks. He often complimented her in small ways; in fine details about her character. An ovation of her laugh, a regard of her kindness.

Y/N always wanted to return the favour, but she didn’t know how to approach it as casually as he did; she couldn’t with how seriously she meant them.

But what Y/N took as ‘pats on the back’ from Bucky actually held much more admiration than she was aware. Bucky was completely infatuated with her. And to everyone else, he was transparent in his affections. But he knew Y/N; she was shy, soft-spoken, and completely oblivious to any attention that ever came her way. 

Of course she was strong, powerful. She was a part of the team after all, but the hero you are on the battlefield doesn’t always reflect the person you are at home. She was clueless.

So he’d patiently wait and once she took notice of what had been blatantly handed to her all this time, he would let her decide what to do with it. The day she took notice, if it ever came, he would go from there. And if by any chance she liked him back, Bucky would be the happiest man in the world. He just had to be patient.

“Well, even if you’re right,” she started, “I don’t know if I’d really fit in there. The talking, the loud music, and I’m not much of a drinker… two glasses of champagne and I’d be done.” Y/N hopped up onto the kitchen counter as Bucky cooked, swinging her legs back and forth over the edge.

Bucky shrugged as he poured the sauce over the pasta, “You get used to it.” He admitted. Back in his day, he had been a social butterfly but it hadn’t come easy. His family had been fortunate enough during the Great Depression, and he followed his father along to crowded events with big wigs and party goers. After many introductions to strangers by his father, Bucky had to learn to socialize. He picked up the conversations, he poured drinks, he took girls out to dance. He became a true charmer.

“I had to learn when I was younger, it’s kind of like acting. Before you know it, you’ve learned to play the part perfectly.”

Y/N hummed in interest, “Then why didn’t you go tonight? Seemed like it’d be right up your alley.”

Bucky thought a moment as he prepared their plates, that had all been then. The bright eyed kid from Brooklyn, before the war. This was now, after everything he’d been through…

“Just not ready yet doll,” he responded honestly, “But someday, just you wait. I’ll shmooze up to all the suits, I’ll fit right in. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get a dance out of me.” Bucky winked as he handed Y/N her plate, chuckling as she rolled her eyes.

“God I hope not.” She said, hopping off the counter and moving to the table. 

Bucky feigned offence, “What? Scared I’ll step on your toes?”

He sat down, handing her a knife and fork as he joined her.

“Not at all,” she said. Y/N twirled her noodles with her fork, raising it to her lips, “truth is; I’d probably step on yours.”

Bucky chuckled, “You a bad dancer?”

“Not necessarily, just don’t know how.”

Bucky set down his own fork and looked at her in disbelief, “Whaddya mean you don’t know how?”

Y/N giggled at his outburst, “I’ve never danced before! Why is that so surprising?”

Bucky exhaled in frustration, “The people of today, I swear… how do you not know how to dance? That was the first thing my Mama ever taught me how to do properly!”

Y/N had grown up on a small farm in Iowa, any leisure time was spent running errands or helping out her parents. Dancing had been the last thing on their list of priorities; not that they’d had many dances in town. Though there was the Annual Hot Dish Tuna Fish jamboree, but Y/N often found herself too busy to go. Or dateless.

“I never had the time!” She admitted, “Wasn’t exactly on the top of my ‘to-do list’ Sarge.”

A soft trumpet had announced itself from the speaker, shortly after followed by Louis Armstrong’s scatting. Bucky smiled, wiping his mouth with his napkin before standing.

“Then I’m going to teach you.”

He stuck his hand out to Y/N as she looked at him, surprised.

“What, now?”

“Yes, now. No time better than the present” He reached for her hands, gently tugging her to rise and join him in the open space. 

He felt Y/N tense a little as he placed a hand on the small of her back, other hand curling up into hers as he raised their arms together. “This okay?”

Y/N nodded, shyly looking down to her feet as Louis’ sung. “Uh, yeah. Yeah! I just, I dunno I feel silly.”

Bucky smiled as his brows furrowed, “We haven’t even started. You can’t look stupid not doing nothing.”

Y/N giggled, “Careful, your Brooklyn’s slipping out.”

Bucky shrugged slightly as he adjusted his hands on her, “Music brings it out of me I think.”

“Well, it’s quite charming. I can see how you’d get girls to dance with you back in the day.” She admitted.

Bucky thought back to the dive bars in the 30’s, the church dances, the jazz bands; and all the pretty girls he dipped and twirled to each and every song. Bucky had never been without a dance partner; but he couldn’t recall one he’d enjoyed having in his presence as much as her.

“I did have a number of gals to practice with, yes. But I’m tryna focus on this girl in front of me.” He teased.

“Right, right,” Y/N shook her head of her thoughts, “Sorry, continue.”

“So,” Bucky pulled her in closer to his hips, “I’ll give you some breathing room, but you’ve gotta get a little close. Helps me lead you.”

“Okay…” Y/N nipped her bottom lip in concentration, nearly halting Bucky’s thought process all together, “Now what?”

“Right, um,” Bucky rolled his shoulders to relax himself, “Don't be so stiff. Remember this is fun, just let loose.”

“You’re telling the wrong person to let loose.” Y/N remarked.

“Oh c’mon, I’ve seen you drink with Wilson, I know you can let loose.”

He slid his arm against her, curving his right elbow beneath her left arm. Y/N could feel the heat of his hand through her cotton shirt, and felt herself tense again.

“Relax, I’ve got you.”

She didn’t realize how close he’d been, the low rumble of his voice echoing in her ear. She felt herself shiver.

“I know you do.”

He smiled softly, “Place your left hand a bit higher. Now you just move with me.”

He guided her to the left, their feet shifting slowly with the beat of the music. As Y/N realized that there wasn’t much more to it than that, she felt herself ease into him more, into the soft music… they stayed that way awhile, comfortably swaying.

“See, it’s not that bad.” Bucky comforted, gently spinning them to the lyrics.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, “I guess not. It’s easy with you at least, I couldn’t say the same if I had a different partner.”

Bucky watched as her lip pulled into a soft grin, and a feeling of boldness grew in his chest.

“I guess you’ll just have to keep all your dances for me, then.”

Perfectly timed, the trumpets picked up and Bucky clutched her tightly, dipping her down with his strong arms.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she happily giggled. She held on tightly but knew he’d pick her up with ease. 

His became confident then, as he pulled her back to him before lifting her into the air. He started spinning as his strong hands rested against the skin of her thighs, holding her up. She couldn’t help but laugh as she looked to the ceiling, hands firmly gripping his shoulders. He was in awe then, over the moon to know that he was the cause of the happiness in those eyes. She looked back to him as he lowered her, feeling lighter than she had in months. She hadn’t had a moment like this in a long time; doing something new and fun, in the arms of someone she… trusted.

“Feeling good, doll?” He asked.

Her laugh was more melodic than the brass instruments, she was at a complete loss for words; fair too lost in the moment to give him a proper response.

“Again!” She exclaimed.

Bucky happily obliged, lifting her again as they both laughed. 

They weren’t sure when the trumpets died down, or when the next song began. Or the song after that, or the song after that. They could’ve danced for hours, and maybe they did. They only separated when the team drunkenly stumbled in from their gala.

No one took note of their closeness, too disoriented from their own night of dancing and drinking.

They all talked about nothing important; remarking over the night's moments that Bucky and Y/N wouldn’t really understand unless they had been there. 

But, neither of them really minded. They had shared moments of their own that had been worth missing the silly party.

They didn’t say a proper goodbye, Y/N mumbling a quick goodnight to him as the team settled in the main room.

“Awe c’mon, you’re not gonna say?” An inebriated Banner called out.

Y/N smiled sweetly, shaking her head. “Not tonight, I’m still pretty beat from Barcelona. But keep the party going for me.”

A chorus of disappointed groans filled the room, as well as a few joyous ‘goodnights’. Bucky watched as she exited, wanting to call out, wanting to do something. It didn’t feel right ending it like that. He felt like the moment was fleeting him now; like he was losing something special.

Defeated, he turned back to join the others.

“Hey.”

A soft voice called out, forcing Bucky to turn back. Y/N peeked around the corner, hand raised to wave slightly. “Thanks for tonight, I needed that.”

Bucky smirked slightly, but before he could respond, Y/N had already turned away and started down the hall.

It hadn’t been tonight, but maybe next time Bucky could say more. Maybe next time, he could say what he really wanted.

~

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Author’s note: SO! I literally suck at finishing series, I know I have so many others to write as well as requests (I haven’t forgotten dw), but I’ve been wanting to write this fic for so long, I wanted it to be perfect and I think I’ve finally gotten it right with this one. Hoping to update my other fics soon! Let me know what y’all think, and let me know if you want to be added to the master list and/or list for this series xoxox

Songs referenced are:

The Gal from Joe’s by Duke Ellington

When You’re Smiling by Louis Armstrong

Master list: @babyblue-07 @pinkdiamond1016 @fandomsfallnomore @elliee1497

[chauhee]

Playful (Royal AU) - K. Sunwoo

[Requested by @prinxessouo] Hello! 🥰❤ Just came across your blog and was wondering if I can request a royal au scenario? Something like you're a princess and he's a prince and you meet at a ball and it's love at first sight or smth ♡ I seriously can't choose between Hyunjae, Juyeon and Sunwoo so could you just choose the one you think suits the best, please? 🥺❤ Thanks in advance and have a lovely day! ♡

Summary - it’s your first ball as the princess of your country. Thousands of people came from around the world to see you. You were also to meet the prince you were to marry in the future. Little did you know that you would meet a mysterious handsome man named Sunwoo in the process...

Warnings - None, I think.

Genre - Fluff 

A/N: Hello! I also had a hard time choosing, because they’re all so perfect for this scenario. I chose Sunwoo because he seemed like a bit of a challenge to be put in a position of a prince (idk if that makes sense lol, just a feeling). Please request more! This was very fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Powder and perfume overwhelmed your senses as you stood at the mirror, staring at your own reflection. Your eyes traced your perfect hair, not one strand out of place. Still, you searched for a flaw. Your dress was also perfect. It was chosen by you, made by the most talented tailors from around the world. Your shoes were slightly uncomfortable. That was all you could complain about. 

They had kept you secluded from society for so long. The country knew you existed, but they hadn’t gotten the privilege of really seeing you, not after the incident with your older brother. He had lost the respect of the country, and was therefore banished when you were very young. You were never meant to have this high position, but here you were. The future queen. 

Thousands of people flocked to see you tonight. If you only glanced outside your window you would become much too overwhelmed to handle the amount of attention awaiting you. You were nervous, understandably. You had never seen more than ten people at once, and now you have thousands begging to have, if only, a moment with you.

This was also the night you were to meet the prince you had been promised to. You knew you were to be married off for political reasons your entire life, and you trusted your parents to choose well, so you were not bothered by it. You had never seen his face, though. 

You didn’t want to be shallow, but some part of you hoped he would be handsome. You cannot count the amount of times you had tried to imagine his face. You hoped he would smell good, that he would have soft skin, and that he would have a kind smile. Those were the three things you always considered when you thought of him. 

“Honey?” Your mother walked into the room, also dressed to perfection. “It’s time to go down.”

She walked up behind you as you continued to observe yourself in the mirror. She could see that you were nervous, so she held your hand tightly. 

“You will be doing this more often from now on,” She said softly beside your ear. “It will get easier.”

Usually advice does not help nerves too much. Sometimes it can actually make it worse. However, knowing all that your mother has gone through, it comforted you greatly. You smiled at her in the reflection. 

“You look beautiful,” You told her. “I think I like your dress better.”

“Oh, stop. That color is perfect on you. Let’s go before we’re late.”

You followed your mother out of your room, through the wide corridor, and down the steps. Guards were at every corner, guaranteeing your safety. It made you feel simultaneously safe and uneasy. The fact that you even needed guards always made you feel strange. You wondered if they were there only to protect you or to make sure you don’t do anything... reckless. Like your brother.

The two of you reached the doors leading to the ballroom. Loud chattering and music filtered through the cracks in the door. It was exciting and overwhelming. The guards at the door awaited the signal to open the doors. Of course, you had to be introduced. 

“...Princess (Y/N) and Queen (Y/M/N)!” You heard as the doors were pulled open with force. 

The ballroom was full of all different kinds of people. Your curiosity left you a step behind your mother, who had to pull you forward slightly. You scanned all the faces of the people there. You could tell that for many of them, this was also their first ball. You smiled at the children who looked up at you in awe. 

As you got closer to the front of the room where your father, the king, and your siblings stood, someone caught your eye. He was quite tall, at least, he was significantly taller than you. He had dark hair and the most handsome face you had ever seen before. Well, it wasn’t like you had seen very many faces at all. He stood out from the crowd as if there was a spotlight placed on him. He looked at you with an expression you could only describe as awe. When he saw you looking at him as well, he smiled. 

You thought you could collapse from the intense feeling in your stomach and chest. You were nervous and excited at the same time. The feelings confused you, but you enjoyed it, anyway. You smiled back. It was a small smile, a flirtatious smile you had seen your cousins flash the boys who lived and worked in the castle before. You internally thanked your parents for forcing you to hang out with them, despite your distaste for your cousins in general. 

You quickly looked forward, at your family. You stood up next to them and turned towards the crowd, just like you had been taught. Your father said a few words to the people, but you weren’t listening. Your mind was on that boy in the crowd. The one you avoided looking at in order to feign confidence for a few moments. 

Once your father had finished speaking, the ball roared back to life. Hundreds of people moved in time with the music, causing a wave of incredible movement to occur right in the middle of the large room. Women went back to their conversations with glasses of alcohol in their hands. Servants continued to pass around food platters, slipping in and out of the room quietly. Children ran around, avoiding the watchful eyes of their parents. Men fell over themselves to get a glimpse of your father. You searched the room secretly for the man from before, but he seemed to have escaped your gaze. He must have slipped away while you were trying to be cool. 

Great, now I lost him. You groaned internally. 

It doesn’t matter, anyway. You’re promised to another. You straightened your posture and directed your attention back to the organized chaos surrounding you. You were waiting for someone to ask you to dance. 

“Y/N!” A voice called from the crowd. You searched for the owner of the familiar voice that had called your name. “Y/N?” 

There she was, right in front of you. Your childhood best friend. You had not seen her since the doors of the castle had been closed. You could barely contain your happiness to see her. 

“Y/F/N!” You said, you swore you felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You restrained yourself from giving her a giant hug in front of everyone. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“I know, right!” She looked at you with fond eyes, taking in the fact that you had grown so much. She had as well. “You look so beautiful!”

“So do you!” You laughed. 

“Care to dance?” She bowed, playfully. You looked over at your parents, asking for permission silently. They both nodded. It had been a long time since they had seen you so happy, so they allowed you to have a bit of fun. 

You took her hand and she walked you to the middle of the room where people were dancing energetically. Your friend twirled you dramatically, occasionally bumping into the older couples around you. No one was bothered, though. They enjoyed the youthful energy the two of you possessed. 

After a few minutes, the music slowed down. Your friend pulled you into a slow dance to talk a bit. You two have a lot of catching up to do.

“So, how have you been?” You asked her. 

“Not bad. I’ve missed you terribly, though,” She looked up at you with sad eyes. “I can’t believe I missed growing up with you.”

“I know...” The pang in your chest would not let up. It hurt you so much to be separated from your best friend. She was more your sister than any of your real sisters. You were inconsolable when you were told you would never see her again. 

Thankfully, it was untrue, though. “But at least we can see each other now. We never have to be separated ever again. If anything ever happens, I’ll make you live here with me,” You said to her. 

She lightened up a bit, laughing through her tears threatening to spill over her powdered cheeks. “Hey, don’t look but there’s an insanely handsome guy coming over to us.”

You tensed up a bit and despite your better judgement, you looked. 

You caught him just as he reached the two of you. He smiled a bit awkwardly at the two of you. “Uh, Princess Y/N, can I have the next dance?” He asked. 

You stared up at his handsome features, almost entranced by them. Your friend quickly answered for you, “She would be honored.”

Your friend let go of your hands, walking towards your siblings to speak to them while you danced with the (basically) perfect man. 

He put his hand out for you to take it as the music changed. You were unaware of the fact that everyone in the room who was not dancing had turned to watch you two. Even your parents watched as he guided you further into the center of the room, placing one of his hands on your waist, the other holding your hand. You placed your free hand on his shoulder. 

He’s strong. You thought to yourself. You felt him guide you through the dance moves. You had done them hundreds of times before in your dance classes, but they had been with your younger brothers or your cousins. This was entirely different. You could barely allow yourself to look up at his face, so you kept your eyes trained above his shoulder, staring into the distance. 

“You look beautiful,” He said softly beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Thank you,” Your cheeks heated up. You glanced at him, seeing that he had been looking at your face this whole time. “You look very handsome.”

He chuckled, looking around the room for a second before returning his attention to you. “I’ve waited to meet you for a long time.”

“Really?” You turned back to look outside the grand windows. “I get that a lot, you know... as the princess.” You were only teasing.

“Ah, yes, of course, your highness,” he laughed again. You felt his breath on your skin. “I’m sure I’m a bit different from everyone, right?”

“What makes you say that?” You look into his deep brown eyes. 

“I don’t know...” He turns the two of you quickly, causing a giggle to escape from you as you held onto him tighter. “Just a feeling?” He flashed a wide smile at you.

“What’s your name?” You asked him through laughs. 

“Sunwoo. Kim Sunwoo.”

It sounded familiar, but you ignored the feeling quickly. “Nice to meet you, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Nice to meet you, too Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No one calls me that,” You laughed at him.

“Can I?” 

“You can call me whatever you like,” Your gaze softened on his face, and you were suddenly hyper aware of his lips. 

“Excuse me, Princess,” A man approached from your left. “May I have the next dance?”

He had the look of someone who was about to bore you to death with talks of politics. You couldn’t reasonably refuse, however, so you had to say goodbye to Sunwoo. He bowed and kissed your hand, holding onto it for a bit longer than what may be considered normal. 

As you danced with a few other men, you couldn’t muster the strength to really listen to what they were saying. Your mind was on Sunwoo. You couldn’t get his eyes, or his hands, or the feeling of his breath on you out of your head. You were thankful when the music stopped and you were able to return to your family. 

When your mother saw you approaching them, she smiled widely at you. She pulled you close to her while holding both of your hands. Your best friend also neared the two of you, clearly ecstatic about something you were not privy to. 

“Are you ready?” Your mother asks you, smoothing out bits of your hair and dress that had fallen out of place as you were dancing.

“Ready?” You questioned.

“To meet him! The prince!” Your friend said from beside your mother.

You had entirely forgot about that, especially while dancing with Sunwoo. Well, it was fun while it lasted. “Oh, yes. I think so.”

Your mother guided you to the left corner of the room, where a group of men and women had gathered around your father and a young man who was hidden by the heads between you two. You took a deep breath. I guess Sunwoo was practice for the real thing. Maybe I should be thankful-

Your internal monologue was cut off when you saw exactly who was having such an interesting conversation with your father. 

“Sunwoo!” Your mother called out. “It’s so wonderful to finally see you again after all these years. How you’ve grown into such a handsome gentleman!”

“It’s nice to see you too,” He looked over at you with a teasing smile. 

“Well, this is Y/N,” Your mother pushed you forward, right in front of Sunwoo. “You two should start getting to know each other.”

“Hi again,” He chuckled at you. 

“You knew this whole time?”

“I thought you were playing, too!” He said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

You sighed. “So...”

“Would you like to go outside?” He asks, putting his hand out for you to hold once more. “It’ll be easier to speak to you without so much noise,” he leans closer to you, whispering in your ear: “and without so many watchful eyes.”

You glanced over your shoulder, finally noticing the fact that everyone in the room had turned to watch the two of you. You turned back to Sunwoo. “I’d love to.” 

He held your hand as you two walked off to be alone. The confused onlookers watched as he guided you outside, to the garden. You didn’t pay them mind, though. All you felt was his strong hand holding yours. The broad night sky welcoming you two under it’s protection. It was a night you would certainly remember forever. 

[wackapedia]

Among Trees

Jungkook x Reader ft the rest of the boys having some good ol fun

Youre part of the Run BTS staff, following around JK as his camera girl

Wordcount: 1.7k, two or three swear words, maybe goosebumps at the end

It was a sunny afternoon in the middle of the woods when you began filming a new episode of Run BTS. You were a part of the camera crew, documenting the members of the world’s biggest boy group and chasing them around for their shenanigans. As usual, you were assigned to the group’s maknae and your long term friend, Jeon Jungkook.

The objective of today’s episode is to race against the opposing team in collecting as many clues as they can which were scattered around the forest park. The clues will help them unlock a treasure box placed on the cabin that the company had rented out. The group was divided into two after a tense rock, paper, scissors match. Team Kim Seokjin consisted of Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook. Soon enough, everyone got ready as the producer started counting down.

“Hana, Dul, Set!”

The members immediately bolted out of the main camera frame, prompting yourself to follow your assigned team. Jin and Yoongi catches up with Jungkook after a good distance to discuss their team’s strategy. “Aish, how many clues should we find?” Yoongi complains, already hating outdoor episodes. “We need to have more than what the other team has…” Jungkook supplies, having already found two clues. “But we don’t really need to find a lot of clues, we just need to get there first.” Jin suggests while looking around the woods. “If Namjoon gets there first, he can just figure out the treasure box which is why we have to get there first.” He continues, leading the team uphill and deeper into the woods. “Namjoon hyung may be smart but Jin hyung is dangerously clever…” Jungkook comments into the camera and rolling up the long sleeves of his shirt before running up to follow his hyungs.

You were struggling to keep up with the most energetic member, having to jog in a rocky uphill path while keeping your lens forward and making sure your GoPro isn’t blocked by your handheld camera. Your intercom radio buzzes unintelligibly from your pocket. One of the production staff’s voice is mangled among the radio static. You stop to catch your breath while extending the antenna of your radio. "What? I can't hear you!" You yell into the receiver. “Y/n…Out of range…” was what you make out of the crackle of noises. “Oh shit…” You mutter under your breath. “Guys!!” You continue to follow the uphill path Jin had cleverly chose to try to one up the opposing team. “Guys we need to go back!!” You exclaim. Your voice echoes through the wide forest. They were nowhere to be found. “Oh shit oh shit…” You reach for your cellphone. No service. “Y/n! We’re here!” Junkook calls out to you. He and the rest of his teammates were crouched down beside a tree. “Hey guys we need to go back.” “y/n, come here, do you think this is a wolf’s print?” Jin interrupts as he continues to analyze the large set of scratches on the tree trunk. “It’s not a wolf, Jin. There are no wolves here.” Yoongi exasperatedly answers. “I don’t know what that is but PD-nim said we need to go back. We’re out of range.” You explain to the members who were fussing over the marks. “Out of range? Weren’t you supposed to tell us that?” Yoongi squints his feline eyes at you. “I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the markers and didn’t notice them. Let’s just head back, okay?” You take the blame just to pacify Yoongi. It was starting to get dark and the staff must be looking for them. “Isn’t it your job to notice things? Or were you too busy noticing Jungkook?” Jin snaps suddenly, causing Jungkook to intervene. “Yah, hyung that’s enough!” Jungkook yells, stunning everyone. His voice echoes through the forest. The sun had set and the fog begins to seep around the tree trunks. You tremble behind Jungkook, hands rattling around the handheld camera. “You think I don’t know what’s going on between you two?” Jin continues anyway. Yoongi moves past Jungkook to grab your camera. “Stop recording. Give that to me.” Yoongi throws the camera,smashing it against a tree. A loud noise suddenly interrupts everyone who arguing in the middle of the forest. The loud snapping noise didn’t come from where Yoongi tossed the camera. Everyone faces where the noise supposedly came from.

The fog was growing thick while the sun’s last rays kiss the earth goodbye. The blinking lights of each member’s GoPro weren’t enough to see what's ahead. The loud cracking noise continues, incrementally moving closer and closer. “What’s that?” You ask, voice shaky.

No one could make out exactly what it was but it was a large figure, neither human nor animal. It was grotesquely shaped, crawling while dragging its lower half against the leaves of the forest floor. It didn’t talk, it didn't growl. It only made rattling noises that were sure to haunt you in your sleep.

“Run!” Jin was the first to head downhill followed by Yoongi. Jungkook pushes you before him, breaking your trance and causing adrenaline to rush through your veins. He follows close behind. The coldness of the night pinches against your face as you continue to run. The creature's heavy footsteps are close behind. Jin's panicked screams resound while Yoongi screams at him to shut up. Jungkook, from behind you, tells you to keep going.

Your feet continue to scramble against the mud and leaves causing you to trip and roll downhill. After a few rolls, you collide against Jin who had also rolled his way down with Yoongi. You see a couple of street lamps illuminating the main path. “Are you okay?” Yoongi pulls you up and dusts the leaves off your hair, a stark contrast to the Yoongi that had yelled at you earlier.

A beam of lights from ahead temporarily blinds team Kim Seokjin. “YAH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” The producer’s voice blares through his megaphone. The rest of the staff and members were aboard the bus that had beamed the lights. “I’m sorry, sir. It was my fault. I didn’t notice we went beyond-“You begin to apologize profusely to your boss before Seokjin cuts you off. “It was my fault. I led them up the hill. I’m sorry I should've been more responsible.” Jin takes the blame and bows deeply to the staff. The rest of the members stood at the threshold of the bus. Namjoon pats Jin's head. "We heard you screaming. What happened?" Namjoon tries to lighten up the situation. "Something was chasing us." Yoongi deadpans, alarming Hoseok who lodged his head through the bus window. "Wait, where's Jungkookie?!" Jimin yells from inside the bus. This alarms the staff who had only noticed the maknae's absence. Taehyung shoves himself between Namjoon and the bus door to head towards the woods. "JUNGKOOKIE!!" he yells. Yoongi tries to pull Taehyung back to the bus, trying to silence the younger man, in fear of the creature coming out of the woods. "We can't leave him out here!" Taehyung pulls away but is stopped by the rest of the members. "Taehyung-ssi, get back to the bus. Everyone get back to the bus. We'll stay here and call the police. Leave the search to them before another one of you gets lost." The producer's imposing voice startles everyone. Taehyung's teary eyes plead to Namjoon who leads him back to the bus.

The ride back to the cabin was begrudgingly quiet. Taehyung was breathing rapidly while Jimin tried to keep him calm. Namjoon sat beside you. "Do you remember what happened out there, y/n?" His calm careful voice interrogates. "Yeah.." You nod. "We didn't notice we crossed the zone, we kept going up and Jin found some wolf scratches on a tree.." You turn around to face Jin who held a somber expression. "That's the last thing I remember.." He says. "Yoongi too..." "What?" You ask, feeling more confused. "The next thing I remember was that it was already dark and something was chasing us. Jin kept on screaming, and then we were rolling down the hill..." Yoongi continues. "y/n, what was chasing you?" Namjoon asks. The rest of the members waited for your answer.

"I don't know.." You started to cry. "Jin and Yoongi were in front of me and Jungkook told me to keep running.." "Okay, lets get some dinner and then we'll check the camera footage from your GoPros, alright? Jungkook will be fine. I'm sure of it." Namjoon reassures everyone as the bus finally pulls over at the cabin.

You were supposed to head to the staff trailer van as the boys unload their bags from the bus. You were surprised to find that the cabin's lights were on and there was smoke coming out of the chimney. There was also someone in the house. No one was supposed to be in the cabin yet. The original plan was to document the boys entering the place and play a game to decide which room they'll be sleeping in. You run to the front door, overtaking a startled Hoseok. All the lights were on inside the house. The place was warmed by the fire in the fireplace. The place smelled like a good warm meal and.. something else. "Whoaaa Jin hyung doesn't have to cook now!" Jimin cheers, dropping his luggage in a corner. The rest of the members walk into the kitchen and were all surprised to find him here. "Jungkook!" Taehyung yells, bolting himself toward the younger man. Jungkook looks around dumbfoundedly as the rest of the members crowd around to hug him. His expression remains stoic.

"Are you hurt?" "How did you get here?" "Hey where did you get all this food?" "You're fine, right?" His friends flood him with questions.

You continue to observe the man who looks like Jungkook as Namjoon excuses himself to call their manager, reporting that Jungkook is here in the cabin. "I don't know how but he's here, hes okay, and he cooked us some dinner." The group's leader chuckles into the phone. Dinner. You look around to find the dining table full of food. All sorts of meat, neatly laid out. Why is there so much food? You return your gaze to the group, and to the thing that assumed Jungkook's visage. You witness Taehyung continuing to inspect who he believes is Jungkook. He takes the pretender's arms, rolling his sleeves to find it clean. No cuts. No bruises. No tattoos.

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a/n: i screamed lmao let me know ur thoughts 

[sur-un-fil]

My entry for the third Nayialovecat competition for chidren's day : Karma is still a bitch!

- There are a lot of people... I didn't think the idea of Fifteen would be so successful, whispers the massive Lost One standing at the back of the room to the little one next to him, arms crossed.

- It's true that, bitter as he is, it's surprising! replies the other a little too loudly, her look fixed on the small crowd of Lost ones sitting or standing in groups chatting, a can of soup in their hands.

- Jane... Be comprehensive. He spends his days with Sammy. ALL of his days.

- I don't like what he's become, Jane grumbles, looking away.

G nods, almost in spite of himself. He doesn't like to recognize sadness in others.

- I know. Maybe this Club will make him smile again? he says in a slightly too cheerful voice.

- G. When he told me about it, he was so tense with rage that if I had kicked him, he would have shattered into little black, hateful splinters.

- But we can hope...

- This is an Anti-Bendy Club, G. How do you expect it to appease him?

G prefers to divert - slightly - the conversation.

- Hm. Besides, I'm surprised he hasn't made an Anti-Sammy Club.

Jane shrugs her shoulders.

- He's smart enough to know that even if we can get rid of Sammy, Bendy will exterminate every last one of us.

- Uh, yes, but isn't that also the case if we get rid of Bendy? If his Lord and lover is ever killed... There'll be bits of the culprit all over the Studio. Bits that Sammy will then pick up, paste back into the ink, reform the guy and start again.

G can't help but shudder as he imagines the scene.

- Again and again and again. And again.

- I don't know. I don't think Fifteen is in any shape to think any further, Jane replies.

- 'Poor thing. He should have let Bendy eat him.

- He says so every day. That's why I can't understand why you encouraged him to set up this Club! This is stupid! We should be taking his mind off his anger, not letting him wallow in it!

- I just want to support Fifteen. If we have to spend an hour every three-quarters of a cycles to meet for imagining  unworkable plans to kill a super-fast demon surely immortal with an overdeveloped sense of smell... I'll do it. And then I tell myself that if he realises that it's unfeasible, he'll stop fantasising and accept his fate a little better...

- Or we can try to hit Sammy on the head until he forgets about Fifteen. That sounds just as plausible to me.

G rubs his forehead as he closes his eyes, feeling a slightly guilty annoyance rising.

- Jane... Are you his friend or not?

- Why am I here and not over a cup of ink, eh? 

But she promises herself she'll stop by afterwards. She'll need it.

- So stop being unpleasant. We will have to do this first meeting without Fifteen, he has not finished his "service" with Sammy. This is good. It's a great opportunity to get things moving in the right direction

Jane sighs heavily.

- ... You're very, very optimistic.

Her tone suggests that this is far from a compliment.

- It has to be. If you give up hope, you give up living! G replies cheerfully, ignoring the sarcasm.

- Spare me your positive slogans. It makes me want to throw up.

- I know you don't mean it.

Jane rolls her eyes without answering. G wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads her to the middle of the room. She suspects that he will call out to the other Lost Ones to start the meeting. She can't help but resist a little, digging her heels into the floor to slow G down. Her friend simply tightens his embrace without losing his big friendly smile.

She will not escape. .............................................................................................................................

- AND THIS IS THE ONLY SOLUTION YOU HAVE FOUND? TOYS? I SHOULD NEVER HAVE LET YOU RUN THIS MEETING! 

- Calm down, Fifteen. There's no point in shouting like that, G told him in a soft voice.

- YOU'RE A FUCKING CARE BEAR AND NOW, YOU'VE CONTAMINATED THE OTHERS!

-  People won't come back, sighs G.

He decided not to take the insult. In any case, for him, being a Care Bear was not a fault. He liked to be a gentle person, caring for others and always optimistic. Why on earth would anyone want him to be bitter and sullen?

But Fifteen doesn't even blink and opens his mouth to bellow again.

- I'M SURE IT WAS YOUR IDEA! 

Jane, a little way off, just listens with one ear while sipping her ink, sitting comfortably in one of the only chairs still standing. She knew that this was not at all what Fifteen meant by "finding a way to have a peaceful life". But left to his own devices, G had done as he pleased. She hadn't even tried to intervene. What was the point? The others had seemed as willing as G. to find a gentle way to avoid being eaten. The idea of killing Bendy (which was much more definitive, admittedly ) hadn't occurred to them. Fifteen would have been mad if he had heard them...

- Well... It's a joint proposal. We all voted, you know? We had to find out exactly what would suit them. They're so different, we couldn't do the same thing... mumbles G, a little embarrassed.

- I KNEW IT! I...

- FIFTEEN!  Jane finally shouts, as a headache begins to pound her temples. QUIET!

Fifteen turns to her, looking as if he wants to shout at her too. A glare dissuades him. He grunts, but turns back to his more conciliatory friend, tacitly accepting his defeat.

Satisfied, Jane takes a sip. At least he'll stop bawling. If she is far from having G's patience, she understands Fifteen. If she were in his place, the Club's crazy proposal would have pissed her off.

- I don't understand how you got to... To this!

- You know I prefer non-violent solutions, but...

- SO IT IS YOU!

- ... you would have been surprised to find out that almost everyone did. Nobody thought of anything aggressive. Finally, we decided together that attempting to soften him would be a better idea. When you think about it, Bendy's not that bad...

- He EATS people!

That's one for Fifteen, thinks Jane, hiding her smile in her glass.

- But he has no choice! And he's doing it very quickly now, with a lot of understanding...

- For God's sake, G! Do you hear yourself?

G suddenly frowns. Which is a bad sign. Slowly, he straightens up to his full height, stepping between the candle's halo and his friend, casting his massive shadow over Fifteen's slightly worried face.

Jane tucks her head into her shoulders. G is an extremely positive and gentle Lost One who can take a lot. In fact, he is so gentle that it is easy to forget that, like everyone else, he has limits. Limits that must not be exceeded...

- Now you will calm down and listen to me carefully. I know perfectly well how pedantic, exalted and annoying Sammy can be. I know that having to spend most of your time doing things you don't like must seem like hell, especially in a place that already looks a lot like Purgatory. But let me remind you of two really important things, my friend.

G's calm tone is extremely firm. Fifteen therefore cautiously keeps his mouth shut. Satisfied by what he takes to be attentive listening, G continues.

- The first is that, painful as it is, Sammy has changed a lot since he... Um. Been seeing Bendy. And even more so now that he has the triplets. If you bothered to talk to him, I'm sure he'd understand and accept your resignation.

Fifteen must be showing his dismay in his eyes because Jane hears G's tone turn to annoyance.

- Or lie, you fool! You could just tell him you'd rather preach to the Lost Ones below. No one will denounce you, and John Dot spends most of his time with them and the little ones...

G's voice then becomes dangerously low.

- And the second... I don't want you to forget that under any circumstances, I could never plan, cause or allow another person's death, do you hear me? NEVER!

With that last word, G's tone is so intense that Fifteen shrivels up in front of him.

- Even Joey's? he asks anyway in a tiny voice.

G shakes his head as he straightens up. If he'd been wearing a suit like he did when he was human, he'd probably have smoothed his shirt or absentmindedly tightened his tie.

- It's not the same. In his case, it would almost be like doing a good deed. But don't change the subject!

Fifteen flinches.

- You will accept the Club's decision WITHOUT grumbling and you will take an ACTIVE part in it. We will need your sewing skills. That way you'll be able to see that even the worst situations can be solved with a positive attitude.

- But...

G stands up without paying attention to this feeble attempt at protest. It's no use trying to be right anyway when G takes that tone. Jane tilts her head back to finish her ink, convinced that G is going to take Fifteen with him, willingly or not. - You'll see, it'll be quick. All we need is three of Bendy's cuddy toy and three tape recorders.

She vaguely hears Fifteen grumbling as she greedily licks the last of her ink. Lowering her arm, she finds G standing in front of her.

- Oh no, she says, backing up in her chair, clutching her empty glass to her chest.

- Oh yes, replies the Lost One in a quiet tone, holding out a hand as big as a pot lid towards her.

A second later, G, glowing, walks out of the room. He carries a dishevelled Jane over his shoulder, who spits out every swear word in her vocabulary, gesticulating in vain. Fifteen follows, shuffling along, arms crossed and face sullen.

- Everything is going to work out for the best, you'll see! says G in an energetic tone, both to convince the other two and himself. .............................................................................................................................

-MUUUUUMYYY! DAAAADYYYY!!!

There is a sound of wet running in the hallway and almost immediately the door swings open.

Sammy stands up on one elbow and gropes for his mask, while Bendy doesn't even move. The light splashes on his dark face and he blinks, disturbed. He manages to make out Bendy Jr's small face raised towards him. He smiles at once and puts down his mask to reach out and caress his cheek. Curiously, his son seems to be holding something, but Sammy is still too sleepy to pay attention.

-Shh, kids. What's going on? Is everything okay? he asks in a low voice. 

Henry Jr. puts the candle on the floor and the light stops dancing, allowing him to see better. Sammy wonders vaguely what time it is, as his triplets trample their blanket bed to join him. It's early, of course. But it's always too early when your little ones wake you up screaming.

Sam is the first to arrive and snuggle up to his father. Henry Jr. sits on his lap smiling broadly and Ben, after kissing him on the cheek, nestles against Bendy's back a little ways away. They all have a cardboard box in their hands.

- What is it? asks Sammy, his eyebrows already furrowed.

- We found them outside the door! exclaims Henry Jr. in a high-pitched voice, wiggling around, clearly full of energy and overexcited. We heard a noise this morning and went to see. There was no one left, it was all dark and empty, but there were these things. It's got our names on it, Dad!

- Gift! exclaims Sam in delight as he shoves his box under his father's nose.

Sammy gently pushes his son's little hand away so he can examine what he's so vigorously handing him. It's a simple cardboard box, one of those that held paper, cut to form a cube that closes. And on one of the sides it says "For Sammy Jr, from the  B.F.C". The box is light, but when you shake it a bit, it makes a soft, squishy sound. It seems completely innocent, but Sammy is wary. Their little family doesn't have only friends. His throat tightens because he hates to hurt their feelings, he tilts his shoulders a little - as if that will help him when his babies cry - and begins in what he hopes is an authoritative tone:

- I don't know what it is about, kids. Maybe it's not safe to...

- There's nothing dangerous in it.

As always, Bendy's deep voice sends a soft warmth through his empty chest. The demon continues without turning around, only reaching back with one arm to briefly caress Ben's head.

- I would have smell it. They can open it.

-YEAAH! the little ones scream.

The carton almost disappears as the children eagerly tear it apart. There are still pieces falling down when Sam gets up shouting:

- Cuddly toy! Cuddly toy mummy!

- What? says the aforementioned mother. Machinically, he lifts Ben up so as he not to crush him when he turns around. He settles him against his stomach to be able to see the presents. The little one hugged the cuddly toy enthusiastically. Sam is also happy, but Henry Jr. looks a little disappointed.

- I would have preferred a little pirate ship, he mumbles as he looks at hiscuddly toy . He finally drops it to sulk in his father's arms. But when the cuddly toy hits the ground, a voice exclaims with a constrained air:

- We love you!

Sammy tilts his head to one side.

- The voice sounds familiar.

The fact that the cuddly toy can talk is instantly appealing, and to all three this time. Henry Jr hurries to pick up his, while Sam stares at it, delighted, and Ben frantically searches for the switch in his cuddly toy Bendy .

The real Bendy is the only one who doesn't seem thrilled by the presents.

- I don't know how I'm supposed to take it, he says thoughtfully, looking at the little replicas of the character that he was supposed to embody.

- I don't think it's an insult or a bad joke, my lord. They weren't going to send us an ugly B.I.T.C.H. cuddly toy, or the canine abomination that lives near the music department. Those are the only ones suitable for children of a Go...

Bendy glares at him and Sammy doesn't finish his sentence. He shrugs contritely, as if to say, "Sorry. It's the usual. ".

- They like them a lot. That's all that matters, he says with a smile.

- If you say so. We'll still have to find out where they come from...

- Yes, but I'm sure that... Wait a minute. Ah! I knew I knew that voice! exclaims Sammy, making his lover flinch.

He grabs Sam's cuddly toy, which starts to whine. After pulling his son into his arms and whispering a " Wait, Daddy's watching something " to soothe him, Sammy pulls the little Bendy close to his face and starts the recording again, listening carefully.

- It's the voice of Fifteen!

Bendy frowns.

- Who?

- The second Lost One to join our chur... Discussion group. The one who always seems to have something bitter in his mouth.

- Ah, yes, that one... answers the demon without having any idea who it is. Sammy gives the cuddly toy back to his son and then looks at his children with tender eyes.

- These gifts are obviously from him. It's so nice of him!

- Humf, say Bendy, happy to see his children so pleased, but can't bring himself to call anyone "nice".

Let's not exaggerate.

Sammy seems so delighted by his disciple's devotion that he almost claps his hands.

- I think to reward him, I'm going to give him more responsibility. It will be a lot more work for him, of course, but I'm sure he'll be very happy. What could these gifts be, apart from an unquestionable mark of faith?

And Sammy turns away to play with his children.  As he looks down, Bendy notices a small piece of paper folded in half. When he opens it, he finds it written: "Gift from The Bendy Friends Club , a new Lost association. Our motto: We're so nice, so don't eat us! Hope you enjoyed it, sincerely, B.F.C". 

- They're getting clever, aren't they... he whispers to himself while his eternal smile widened further.

...

The end.

[cagestark]

*New Year’s Kiss*

Peter getting drunk on champagne and begging Tony to be his New Year’s Eve kiss. 

About this: tiny lil 2k fluff. Sfw. Ff. Adult (20yo) Peter. Posting a little early so we can enjoy it on this thirty-first. 

-

In the third hour of the party, Pepper at last manages to corner him beside the band. Tony has been avoiding her all night, strategically placing waiters and waitresses laden with trays of hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne between them, because while Tony wouldn’t put it past her to tackle him to the floor, he doesn’t believe she would accost an innocent. Her face is flushed, whether from anger or alcohol, Tony can’t say. 

“Tony,” she says, urging him to the side of the room away from the blaring swing band and writhing mass of bodies. “You need to cut off Peter.” 

Ah. Until then, Tony couldn’t have been sure why Pepper was hunting him during the party like a shark smelling blood (there were a whole host of potential reasons to be fair), but this reason—it’s not a bad one. Against his will, he glances towards the dance floor where Peter is currently being taunt how to Charleston by Natasha, whom Tony doesn’t believe he has ever seen smile nor laugh so much in one evening. His mouth goes dry at the way Peter looks, curls plastered to his forehead with sweat, the sleeves of his dress-shirt rolled up, cheeks flushed. 

“What?” Tony shouts. “I can’t hear you, this band is so goddamn loud, I love it though, don’t you? What a way to bring in the 20’s, am I right?” 

“Cut! Him! Off!” she says through her teeth. “If the press get wind of us letting a minor—” 

“Peter is twenty!” 

“Which is underage, Tony, don’t undermine me.” 

“Come on, Pep,” Tony pleads. “Look at him, he’s having such a good time. If he’s going to drink, I’d rather he do it surrounded by the Avengers and SHIELD employees than anyone else in the world. That way we’ll have tons of documentation to blackmail him wi—ow, God, woman! Mercy!” 

“Take him outside,” she insists. “Get him some air to help him sober up, and tell the bar not to serve him another drop. I mean it. If you’re quick enough, you can make it back inside in time for the countdown.”

Sighing, Tony relents. While his guest rooms were open to any Avenger who became too intoxicated to walk, drive, or portal themselves back home to the proper dimension, he isn’t sure if May expects Peter home at a decent hour or not. Sending the kid back to her drunk would be a poor idea in the best of terms. 

Wading through the dance floor (nearly getting elbowed by an over-enthusiastic SHIELD agent who is flapping a little too enthusiastically), Tony approaches Peter and Natasha with his eyebrows up. She’s dressed the way many other party-goers are, in typical Roaring Twenties style. The beads on her dress glitter in the light and with every energetic step. Peter is no less a specimen, though he has shed his pinstripe overcoat. The vest beneath fits him like a glove, emphasizing his trim waist. 

There’s no harm in looking, he thinks. And he certainly can’t help the images his brain conjures at a moment’s notice. Tony has had enough with trying to keep a leash on the things that are beyond his control. 

He places a hand on Peter’s back as the music changes to a ballad. The kid’s skin burns his palm, shirt thin and nearly see-through with sweat. Peter glances over his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded. They widen at the sight of Tony, a smile blooming brighter and more beautiful than any flower Tony’s ever seen. 

“Mr. Stark!” Peter says. At once, he abandons Natasha (who slips off into the crowd with a shimmer of beads, ever adept at knowing when to drift back into the shadows), and throws his arms around Tony’s neck, plastering himself to the billionaire and beginning a drunken sway, like Tony has simply tapped Nat’s shoulder and asked, can I cut in?

He lets them sway together for a few long moments, keeping his hands primly above his partner’s waist. When he feels Peter turn his head so that his breath fans hot against Tony’s neck, he works to clear his throat of the knot that’s tied itself there. Even though it hurts to pull away from the kid’s drunken embrace, he does it. He’s good at doing the things that hurt. 

“Come on. Outside, Valentino,” Tony rumbles into his ear. 

Peter follows happily enough, stopping to hug Clint who is equally as drunk. They spend a long, semi-homo-erotic moment pressed together, like lovers who are seeing each other for the first time and not teammates who were wearing feathered headbands and taking photos together in the picture booth thirty minutes before. 

“Alright there, come on,” Tony says, coaxing Peter away. “I hate to break up such an arousing display of affection, but I need to get this little spider outside, stat. Pepper’s orders! Pepper’s orders!”

The last thirty feet to the balcony are traversed with Tony carrying most of Peter’s weight, the kid’s breath still hot on Tony’s neck while he babbles about how swell the party is, how much fun everyone seems to be having. It’s charming enough to listen to. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the suave singer of the band murmurs into the microphone as Tony opens the door to the balcony, letting in blustery air that sobers even him. The room behind them falls as quiet as it can when filled with eighty of Tony’s closest friends and loved-ones who have been indulging on authentic French champagne for the last three hours, glossy eyes turning towards the platform where the band sits above them all. “It is five minutes until midnight. We encourage you to find your favorite guy, gal, or pal to ring in the New Year with. If anyone has any declarations of love to impart, now is the time.”

“Where’s Bruce?” Thor shouts at the top of his lungs. 

Howls go up around the room until Tony closes the door and cuts them all off. 

“Do you think we’re going to miss Thor make a move on Dr. Banner?” Peter asks. He’s not slurring but there’s nothing sober about him, eyes glossy, swaying where he stands with Tony between him and the balcony. The cold air enhances the pink flush in his cheeks, and the kid shivers, sweat cooling in the breeze. For a moment, Tony gets an idea in his head of taking off his jacket and slinging it over the kid’s shoulders. He bats it away. 

“Even if we do, there will be footage I’m sure,” Tony says. “How are you feeling kid? Tell me the alphabet backwards.”

Peter laughs, head tilting back. Tony’s eyes drop to the pale, unmarked throat before he urges them away. “Come on, Mr. Stark. Give me something hard—I mean! That’s not what I meant. You know what I meant. Not hard like your—not that you are—fuck.” 

“God, I hope FRIDAY is filming this right now. Who am I kidding, FRI sees all,” says Tony, glancing out over the city. Manhattan is lit up like a Christmas tree, full of people eager to leave the year behind, hopeful that the future is as bright as the city lights. Tony cranes his neck to take in the party beyond the frosted glass, everyone moving like a movie with the sound off. “Take some deep breaths, Pete, try and clear your head, okay? We’ll both be back in there before midnight.” 

A firm presence leans against him. He nearly jerks away (like he doesn’t know who it is, like there’s anyone else out on this empty balcony save for them). Peter presses his nose to the crook of Tony’s neck and breathes in, one hand resting firm against Tony’s hip. “Is Miss Potts going to be your New Year’s Kiss, Mr. Stark?”

Heart in his throat, Tony struggles to respond. This close, he can smell the kid’s body spray and beneath it the sharp but not unpleasing scent of his sweat. Peter’s eyes glitter black, like lights off of the Bay. Instinct urges him to set Peter straight, to remind him that he and Pepper broke it off months ago, and the relationship had been more platonic than romantic even long before then. Instead, all he says is, “No.” 

Peter hums. “Do you know who I want to be my Kiss?” 

Tony swallows. “I can make an educated guess. Kid—” 

Peter’s hands fist the fabric of Tony’s suit. His strength is unmatched, pulling the billionaire close until they are flush against each other. He’s hard in his JC Penney dress slacks, hips leaning forward to nudge against Tony’s hipbone until the kid groans, a sound that makes Tony’s mouth go dry and his heart pound like a bird beating its wings against the bars of its cage. “Please, Mr. Stark?” Peter asks. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was a little boy, ‘m a man now, aren’t I? That’s what you said to Captain Rogers when he didn’t want me on the team.” 

“Peter,” Tony groans, glancing back towards the party. No one has taken any notice of their absence. “Come on, kid. You know I can’t.” 

“Why not?” Peter breathes, pauses to press his lips chastely to Tony’s shoulder. “Because you’re straight?” 

Tony sighs. “Don’t insult me like that; you know I’m not—” 

“Because I’m underage?” 

“I know you aren’t—” 

“Because you aren’t interested in me?” 

“I am—” He snaps his teeth shut on the words just a moment too late. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he could reach out and snatch the words right back out of the air, hide them somewhere down deep. He mutters under his breath, “Fuck.” 

“Don’t worry,” Peter says, smiling with glassy eyes. He looks more tired than drunk, exhausted, too young and with the weight of the world on his shoulders. And Tony can’t add himself to that burden; he just can’t. “I already knew. But if you want to kiss me, and if I want to kiss you, then why can’t we?”

“You make it sound easy,” Tony says roughly. Something in him, some fault line that has existed in relative inactivity until now while the pressure builds and builds—it finally snaps. He grips Peter’s wrist which was creeping around towards his tense abs, towards the bottom of his vest like he’s going to dip it right down the front of Tony’s pants. Pulling him into the shadows away from the glass doors, Tony presses Peter against the wall of the Tower and looms over him. “You make it sound innocent. You think that a kiss will be good enough for me? I’m the most famous glutton alive, kid. If I pour myself a drink, I have to have another. If I kiss you—it won’t be enough for me. It will never be enough for me.”

“You act like I could ever want you to let me go,” Peter laughs. 

Inside, the countdown begins, the roar of the entire room just audible through the glass doors of the balcony. 

10

“Please—” 

9

“No, Peter, I can’t.” 

8

“I’m begging you—7—Please—6—Even if this is all I ever get—5—then at least let me have this—4—this one moment—3—Tony, please—2—”

—And one must come next. It must. But Tony doesn’t hear it, not for the rush of blood in his ears (his heart, that’s his heartbeat pounding away), not for the wind whistling around them when he closes the distance between them, presses them chest-to-chest so that he can capture Peter’s mouth with his own. It’s not a first kiss, no tentative questioning movements. It’s a well-seasoned lovers’ kiss, fierce and wet, a tsunami that drags him under until Peter’s all that’s in his mind, his mouth, his lungs, his scarred chest and broken-open heart.

When they part (Peter breathing the softest thank you), their mouths are raw. The cheers from inside might as well be for them for the way Tony’s heart has swelled. He rakes his eyes over Peter’s face, seeing him with new eyes even as the kid gives him a sad, trembling smile. 

“That’s it, then,” Peter says, tears glittering in his lashes. “Party’s over, huh?”

“No,” Tony promises, taking the kid’s hand and pressing his lips to the arch of his knuckles. “I meant what I said; I haven’t had enough of you, Peter. The party is just starting, kid. Come on, let’s get out of the cold.” 

[outcast-thingz]

That One Song

(I may change the title later)Hello my lovelies, I'm back with another song fic. I had a daydream while listening to this song and this is what happened😂😂

Pairing: atsumu x reader? Not really sure how to label this one

Summary: Girls night out! At least that was the plan. Just because your friends couldn't come didn't mean you couldn't go. A night of dancing and you catch someone's eyes. Next thing you know you meet his crew for the night. Who would have known dancing would get you into a little (harmless) trouble

Warnings: lyrics are a bit NSFW, it's a night club so the dancing isn't exactly clean either😂😂

       The dance floor called to you like a siren. Unfortunately, none of your gal-friends could come out tonight but that wasn't going to stop you from having a fun night. To ease their mind you texted them where you were whenever you changed locations. The current club you were in seems to have good music. You'd been on the dance floor for the past four songs without a break. The next song starts and nothing changes, you stay on the dance floor.

        Dum-pa-dum Dum-pa-dum The music wraps its sneaky strings around your limbs and body controlling you like a puppet. Dum-pa-dum dum-pa-dum left to right, left to right, your hips move to the beat. You allow yourself to be the music's little puppet as you get lost in the melody. Not much of the song passes when a feeling begins to tug at you. Your gaze follows the feeling. Amongst the crowd of people, a pair of honey-brown eyes stood out. The intensity held your eyes captive yet after a single blink they were gone; they had disappeared into the crowd. Soon enough you found yourself looking around to find the eye's owner. You accidentally back into somebody and quickly spin around to apologize.

       "He- eEeEEeeEy~ you're pretty cute." The man you bumped into seemed crossed at first but quickly softened when setting his eyes on you. The light shined against his yellowish blonde hair. His piercings were kind of intimidating.

"Hey blondy, get those hips moving we didn't come here to stand around. Oh. Why hello there~" a man with brown hair whines until he sees you. 

"I uh… I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You finally blurted. The two narrowed their eyes and smirks crept on their faces.

"You know, you could make it up to us" the blonde started,

"By dancing with all of us for a few songs." The brown hair man finished. 

"All of us?" You lifted a brow daringly. The brown one looks back over his shoulder to speak,

"Hey! Living sun, Kitty, what do you think?"

Bouncing over was an energetic, spikey, white and black-haired man. His golden eyes filled with the natural high of exercise.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sounds like fun to me Oikawa, I'm down for it," boisterous man cheered. "Kuroo, what do you think?" Yet another man appeared. This one had black hair and a mischievous vibe about him. Really they all have a mischievous vibe about them but he was more like a scheming kind of mischief. The new man quickly bopped all of them on their heads,

"You idiots, you going to scare her away and Astumu will be pissed at us. Let's not forget who's paying for our drinks tonight." He grins at you whilst pushing the other guys out of the way. He stretches his hand out to you,

"My name is Kuroo, please forgive my crew, Terushima, Oikawa, and Bokuto. You are extraordinarily cute but to us, you're  ~off limits~" he emphasizes while eyeing his friends who either roll their eyes or scoff. "We would be delighted if you would join us for at least this song." he kept his hand out until you gently shook it.

"Y-Y/n…" is all you could manage to say. 

       All of the confidence you had started your night with disappeared. Here you were in just about every girl's dream, surrounded by tall, attractive, and athletic-looking men. Yet you found yourself a stuttering mess. You took a step back as the song reaches a quiet part. A hand finds it's way to your shoulder gently holding it. You lift your head and meet those captivatingly intense eyes from before. It was impossible to look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, princess. The names Astumu. We've been watching from afar for some time, you really have some moves. I'd like to see how you do with a partner, can you do that for us?" He spoke with a friendly tone but his eyes made it seem like he was commanding you. Who knew dancing was going to be the thing to get you in trouble. After catching your breath you are able you calm yourself enough to respond.

"Y/n, a pleasure to meet you Astumu. Let's hope your feet can keep up with mine~!" The tease that slipped from your mouth surprised everyone, including you. Even so, that was enough permission for them. 

       The song kicks back into high gear and the first man to take you hand was Terushima. He pulls you close to him and lifts one of your legs to his hips.

"Vamos, fiesta; I want you, señorita," He sings the lyrics as he leans back still keeping you close so you lean with him. Oikawa is next. Terushima lets you slip from his grip as Oikawa takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He dips you whilst continuing the lyrics,

"I'm gonna kiss all your body; Sharp breath, gripping the bed sheet."

Kuroo slips his hand underneath your back and lightly pushes you up till you're standing straight. He pulls you towards him keeping your back facing him. He wraps his arms around you. Then he crosses them so his right hand is holding your left and vise versa. The lyrics continue

"Baby girl, yeah, I'mma put it in; I can make your bed shake." Slips away and Bokuto fills his spot seamlessly. He leans you to the left while he leans to the right,

"I can be your sin." He now leans you to his right as he leans to the right,

"Your hands scratching against me." During both moves he kept his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly he twirls you off and it almost feels aimless until you're caught. A finger under your chin and a thumb resting just below your lip helps lift your head to once again meet Astumu's intense gaze. 

"One look," he quickly move his head beside one of your ears, "I know that you want me." Tingles run down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck raises, and your body tenses up as the last lyrics are whispered. 

       You are spun around again and pulled from Astumu by Terushima and Oikawa.

"Baby girl, won't you come my way?" Now you stood in the middle of a circle made up of the five men you are dancing with. 

"Tell me all the things; that you wanna say," the boys appear to be singing in unison and encouraging you to dance. You shrug and let the music once again slink his strings around you; you let it make you a puppet. The boys sway and watch as you entertain them. You honestly didn't mind since the whole point of coming out tonight was to dance; having an audience was just a bonus. 

"Baby girl can you say my name; show me all the ways; you can move that thing," as the lyrics end Astumu works his way up to you. He pulls you close wrapping one arm around your hips. The other hand takes hold of your closest hand. The two of you sway and rock to the slow part of the song.

"I don't wanna to take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time; Baby girl, would you come my way," he lifts your head again like earlier with the hand that held yours. "Baby girl would you come for me?" You can't help but giggle and thank the gods that the club lights were hiding the major blush on your face.

       You dance the rest of the song with the boys and hit the bar. That's where you learn Astumu called dib the moment the boys laid their eyes on you. After some more talking, flirting, and exchanging of numbers you all head home. You immediately tell your gal friends of tonight's adventure and remind them that they really should have gone. Feeling a bit jealous, the girls ask if you'd be willing to ask the boys to go out tomorrow night. You laugh and ask away. A unanimous response of yes came back. 

"I guess tomorrow I'm going your way aren't I? Astumu?" You hummed to yourself before landing on your bed and promptly passing out.

Tag List: @1tsnoya @oof-she-needs-therapy @red-riot-rat @squishytenya

[xsugarysweetsx]

I love your smut prompts. Can you write Fuegoleon x fem!reader with 64.?

Oh anon I’m so sorry this took so long :( plz forgive Author-Chan

I hope you enjoy this❤️

Quick note- from this fic on, everything will be put into masterlist #2

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64.) “you can have me anyway you want, baby”

Here you were again, at yet another party you didn’t care for. Be a royal your’re father made you go. His hope was for you to meet a wealthy man or a powerful one at least. You didn’t exactly like the idea, not that you didn’t want to meet someone, but more for the fact that;

Every Royal was stuck up and snotty and it irritated you to your core. Each one you think may be a little close disappoints you in a matter of seconds.

Either they’re very handsome and admired by many, but turn out to be heartless and cold. The wealthy ones your father picked were all old pervy men who had no where else to look except your chest. Last but not least, the ones who had potential but were absolutely full of themselves and put pity on your for being a woman.

well that wouldn’t fly with you. You weren’t a royal knight but you were strong and independent and took no crap from no one. People even thought you were a second Charlotte beautiful but deadly. So here you stood at the balcony 

Well almost every royal, with the exception of Fuegoleon Vermillion. He was the first royal you had seen treat everyone the same. He never put anyone else above or below him. If was admirable but you weren’t falling just yet. What if it was all for show?

But after a few encounters and meetings and such you realize, he was genuine. You hated to admit it but you may have had a small crush on the man. The more you ran into each other, the more tense things became.

Longing looks, lingering touches and out bursts of answers.

You were pulled out of thought when someone cleared their throat

“Isn’t it cold out here?” Turning you smile at Fuegoleon

“Well, I needed some air and space from everyone inside” you said leaned against the railing as he walked closer.

“Well...do you want space from me?” He asked careful with each step he took. You could feel your heart think faster as he inches closer

“N-no...I’m fine with you” he was a mere five inches from you

“So what is it that has you so bored and tired of everyone?“

“No one can show me something or give me what I want....if they even care for that“ you mutter the last part

“Tell me Y/N...what is it that you want?” He knew your father and knew this whole bachelor thing wasn’t your idea. “I see how you look at me, how you feel the same thing I feel” he came a few inches from your face 

“So tell me, what is it that you want?“ everything was muffled and seemed like it was only you both. 

“...Can you give me what I ask for..?“ you whisper feeling his arm wrap around your middle.

“Anything..” he hovered his lips over yours

“.....Do you care...?“ you start to lean in him more 

“More than anyone“ your lips finally meet in a passionate kiss. One you were both waiting for, it was full of want and lust. His large hand tangles in yours as he pulls in deeper. You pull away from the kiss and look into his eyes

“...Can I have you then?“ you ask with hopeful eyes

“you can have me anyway you want, baby“ he said huskily into your ear

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private.“ you said breathless he nodded in agreement. As you walk your way through the crowd, there were whispers and gasps seeing you holding hands with him. He takes you out to where his transport was and helped you inside.

After getting to the castle everything was a blur, the hallways, the laughing, the remarks ;). Here you were in his bedroom on his large bed, about to let him take you for the night. 

“So..is this a one time thing or are we-“ you were cut off with a peck to your lips 

“I fully intend on meeting your father and claiming you as mine“ he proclaimed with a smirk. You let yourself fall back on to his bed as you watch him undress, very pleased by the sight. You also strip from your dress, standing to let it pool at your feet.

He picks you up with a growl and lays you back down on the soft fabric. His lips attack the skin of your neck causing small sighs to leave your lips. This is more enthralling than your night it would be

“Since I’ve laid eyes on you I’ve wanted you to myself“ he said against your skin, trailing kisses to the valley of your breasts. He unclasps your bra and massages the soft mounds. taking one bud into his mouth, running his tongue around and biting it gently

“mmmmm“ arching your back to feel more sensation. His kisses roam down to your heated core. He looks up at you with a sensual spark in his eyes. Wasting no time he pulls your panties down your legs, looking straight at your core. He had this starved look on his face, as if he’s been deprived of food for the last year. 

Giving a long lick up your heat slowly until he came to latch on to your bundle. You never imagined feeling this much pleasure. It was risky and exciting, the shivers coursing through your body. Warm and electrifying. 

“Ohhhh right there“ you moan out throwing your head back. The moments that leaves short-lived as he parted from you. He settles between your legs, hooking them around his waist. Already feeling how much you need to do you at moment. 

“Are your ready?“ he smirked down at you 

“Well, I can make up for what you stopped doing maybe I’ll enjoy this more“ you quipped with a challenging look 

“consider it done, I'm going to make you eat your words“ he chuckled as he slipped into you easily. He let you adjust to his size before making an moves, he didn’t just want sex or anything. He actually did have interest in you and had full intent on having you become a part of his life. 

“Okay..you can move now..“ you said wrapping your arms around his back. A small huff of air escaping your lips with each thrust. He started out slow but strong, from then it went smoothly. Each stroke smooth and yet pleasure bursted from them.

He lift one leg over his shoulder and the other to stay at his hip. He positioned himself so he would be thrusting deeper inside you.

“O-oh yes r-right there...mmm fu..” your nails start to run down his back

“T-there? Is that..where it is hm?” He growled knowing he had found your sweet spot. He started slow again dragging out the pleasure. Making sure to pull almost all the way but go back when it was just the tip.

“Fuegoleon...p-please” you moaned out already wanting to get to your high. He took one more thrust out and slammed back in, starting to pound into you. He made sure you felt w ah thrust hit your g-spot.

“Oh yes! R-right there! Aaah!” He was getting the target spot on and you were in heaven! As your walls clench around him he starts to twitch inside of you. He speeds up to the point where the headboard was hitting the wall and you were almsot done.

Once your cried out in pleasure and came over your edge he pulled out and came on to your stomach and chest. You both pant from the energetic romp you thin had. He took a rag and cleaned you up then laid next you. He pulled the covers over you both.

“So...how was that?” He asked sarcastically

“You did make me eat my words...it was amazing” he hummed and smiled he placed a kiss to your head and pulled you into his side

“Now that the tension is out of the way, tell me about yourself...more that is”

Alright here we go I hope you enjoy! Thank you all for being so patient! I’m currently writing up the last request!❤️

[octania]

Icy summer explosion (part 1)

Bakugo x Reader

Shoto x Reader

 Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy

 Type: Series

 Words: 2200

 Characters in this part: Bakugo, Shoto, Deku, Kaminari, Kirishima.

 Short description: A tense summer love drama between you, Bakugo and Shoto. It all starts in summer paradise, but where will it end and how?

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The show was a big success . But this one was slightly different than the others, and that’s why they all were still super hyped when it was over. The heroes were now in their third year of education and were already a favorite among society. Never before have so many quality heroes been in the same class. The show was intended to educate and inspire young people who have just gotten their quirks, and what better way of doing it than to allow them to spend some time with their idols.

 “I can’t believe they are giving us a day off, here!!”- screamed Deku.

“I can’t believe it neither man. Also without supervision? If you ask me, that’s hella strange.”- Kirishima replied as they were rushing to the changing room to take off their costumes.

“I told you assholes, Aizawa is done with us after the stunt we pulled. This is his smart way of getting back at us. Luring us to go outside alone, in a foreign country, on a sea side no less. He knows we are stupid enough to drown by ourselves. Specially Kaminari , idiot forgets that he needs air when he is under water.”- Bakugo said sarcastically.

“Hay! That was only that one time! I was trying to catch that fish, it had such pretty colors!”- Kaminaris cheeks turned red.

“Maybe if they let us off the hook once in a while, he would not try to grab every moment so desperately , ever thought about that?”- Shoto Todoroki said seriously, grabbing his backpack, walking to Kaminari, pulling his nose like a child.

“You don’t follow rainbow fish around ,though.”- he laughed.

“How about we grab something to eat first, then go to the beach?”- continued Shoto.

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 Y/N walked down the streets of Camogli in Portofino. It was quiet, she escaped the wild screams and beast crowd from the show, but could still see them in front of her eyes. She could feel a rush of adrenaline again, the same one  she felt in the moment the heroes stepped into the crowd. They smiled as they looked into the curious and excited eyes of the younger generations. Although only Kirishima, Deku, Kaminari, Shoto and Bakugo were present, it was more than enough for her. Her cheeks turned red and a shy smile took a position on her face, remembering a pair of wild red eyes. She couldn’t help herself, she followed him throughout the show non-stop. His arrogant attitude, energetic approach, wild character, sharp tongue … damned be this fetish for bad guys. But he was not evil, he was one of the best heroes from whom incredible things were expected. The redness on her cheeks intensified.

  This trip was nothing but perfect. Them , the sea, the surroundings…heaven. She arrived to her hotel, but she didn’t go in. She was filled with adrenaline, filled with excitement, she could not possibly go to sleep now. Also, it was a beautiful summer night, peaceful, just right for a night swim. Because of the show, everyone is on the main square,  which means, the beach is empty. She can finally have that butt naked swim she wanted. She giggled, already jumping down the big rocks that led to the beach. Taking her shoes off, her feet landed on the warm sand on the beach. The moonlight reflected itself on the surface of the water. The moon , big and yellow, proudly stood in the center of the sky, welcoming her to the scene. She smiled as the waves of the sea touched her bare feet. Not waiting a moment longer, she took off her white dress, letting it fall down on the ground, remaining only in her panties. She ran , jumping into the sea, embracing the cold feeling on her skin, swimming and diving along the shore.

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 They were finally free. Even though it was just for one night, they were living every moment to its fullest potential. Eating, joking, talking, trying to light a fire, but it ended by them thanking the God they were surrounded by water because they almost managed to burn down the little bamboo houses that were beach bars.  They needed to find dry firewood, but since they were on a sandy beach, it was no easy task. Kaminari decided to make his task easier by hiding behind beach bars and tearing pieces of bamboo off them. But that was not the end. When he had collected a couple of pieces, he decided to prove himself a little more. He rubbed his fingers, letting a little electricity out on the dry bamboo. Unfortunately, he let go a little too much, and the electricity also reached the bamboo on the beach bar. The bottom of the beach bar began to burn. He panicked, tossing the other burning pieces aside and trying to kick the sand at the burning bar. He didn’t even realize that the bamboo he had thrown was now spreading fire on the wooden chairs next to the bar. Everyone ran up, extinguishing the chair before it spreads more. After putting out the fire, they scolded him, realizing that it would be best if they didn’t use their quirks, not tonight. So, they needed to light the fire in a natural way, with sticks. Bakugo had no patience for that. After seeing Kirishima fail for the third time, he reached for the wood, which they carefully stacked on top of each other.

 “Idiot, get lost! You are fucking everything up! “- he pushed him abruptly with his foot, so that  Kirishima fell face down into the sand. He reached for the wood, as small explosions began to appear from his palm. Before he could do anything, an icy feeling permeated his body.

 “Oi! What the fuck?! I will kill you!”- he growled from the depths of his throat. From his palm to the forearm, everything was covered with a thick layer of ice.

 “We said no quirks…specially yours…we don’t want to attract unwanted attention.” – Shoto said calmly, not even looking at Bakugo.

 “Oh yeah?! And this ice just appeared according to Gods natural plans?! Screw you!!”- the ice exploded from his hand, while his fists were now smoking. Beneath his white-red hair, two serious multicolored eyes could be seen. He watched Bakugo walk toward him, burning with rage. He clenched his fist, ready to counterattack. But before the situation developed for the worse, a shout of happiness was heard beside them. A faint light spread across the beach.

“I did it! I did it!” - Kirishima, who at no time cared about the situation that was developing next to him, managed to light a fire, which is now slowly igniting.

“The spark from Bakugo’s fists fell and made a little ignition, I was blowing, and it started!” - he explained like a child, jumping next to the now beautifully spread fire.

 “See, we did it! Come on man, we are here to enjoy ourselves. Chill. Come, we can kick the ball a little in the shallow water.”- Kaminari appeared behind Bakugo, placing his hand on his shoulder.

 “Tch..whatever.”- he clenched his fist, shaking Kaminaris hand off, still targeting Todoroki with his killer gaze, but the smoke from his palms now disappeared.

 "Consider yourself lucky,“ he turned, moving towards the water.

 “That’s it, let’s go!” Kirishima shouted, kicking the ball and running towards them.

 “Don’t let him get to you… It’s been years, you know he will never change. Don’t let him ruin your good time.”- Deku said to Shoto with a faint smile. Shoto said nothing. Although it is true that he was already numb to Bakugo’s behavior, his outbursts really shouldn’t have always gone unpunished. Just because everyone has ignored his behavior because they’ve gotten used to the way he treats others, doesn’t mean he should be tolerated forever. He felt his left palm getting warm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Deku was right, now was not the time to teach a naughty brat some manners. They are here to have fun. He opened his eyes and smiled.

 "You’re right. Come on, let’s join them.”- He stood up, taking his blue shirt off, uncovering his hard muscles.

 “Yeah!”- Deku followed his example.

 They entered the water and joined the others. The ball barely withstood the strong blows. From the game, this grew into a competition. No one wanted to drop the ball. They threw themselves frantically, energetically, striking it with all their might in someone else’s direction, just so it wouldn’t touch the surface of the water. Bakugo relentlessly aimed at Shoto. He aimed at the head and didn’t even hide it. Every time Shoto would jump and hit the ball, avoiding Bakugos attempt, the veins on Bakugos’s arms and neck would pop out. After a while, Shoto no longer wanted to just carelessly ignore Bakugos attacks. When Deku threw the ball towards him, he swung with full force towards the Bakugo, who dodged the ball just in time, and it flew far out to sea.

   “I slapped your mama on the ass with the same force,Shoto, but she didn’t dodge it.”- Bakugo said with a nasty smile, provoking even more. But he didn’t wait for a response. He ran through shallow water then jumped in, moving his strong hands through it. The waves were not working in his favor, as they were carrying the ball more and more away. He sped up, pushing the water more fiercely. He could barely see in front of himself as the sea was splashing in his eyes. Suddenly, his face landed on something soft. Shocked, he pushed the strange thing with his hand, grabbing it. He shook his head, shocked, trying to see properly.

“What the f…”

He eyes almost fell out, jaw dropped, cheeks fired up and he could feel his heart in his throat. The strange thing in front of him was a woman, and the thing he just rubbed his whole dumb face in and decided to push it , were her boobs. A pair of eyes were looking back at him with the same shock in them. He pulled back his hand, as he tried to speak but a wave landed on his face once more, making him almost choke on water. He started coughing, trying to catch air.

“Omg are you ok???”- the woman screamed, trying to hit his back with her hand, but considering they were both up to their neck under water, it was no help. Her desperate try to quickly get closer to him to help, ended up making the situation even worse, as he turned his head too quickly, bumping his forehead directly in hers.

“Fucking shit!!!”- he yelled as the poor girl cried out, grabbing her head. She felt dizzy, barely staying conscious.  The pain and the raging water made her vision blurry, but she fought to stay awake.

“Idiot! Stay still!”- Bakugo was filled with panic, as he reached for the girl, trying to keep her above  water. His arms grabbed her, trying to pull her on his chest. But there was one more problem. As he pulled her on his chest, barely keeping himself above the water, he realized her body was naked, and her tits were now above the surface, pushing on his jaw.

“What are you doing!?”- The girl screamed once more. Before he could even think of an answer, let alone give one, a sharp pain filled his cheek, as the girl slapped him. He was now so confused he just wanted to drown. But he realized she will actually drown literally if he lets her go.

“Stop moving!”- he yelled annoyed,not even looking at her any more, pushing her around , placing her on his back, putting her arms around his neck as he held them firmly with one hand, and started swimming with the other. He was swimming hard with his legs, trying to reach the beach. He could hear people yelling. Guys. The rest of the gang were now yelling to him, waving. He sped up once more, and in that moment of confusion, something struck him. Her boobs once more were squeezing on him, on his back. His face became one big expression of embarrassment and anger . Finally, he reached the shallow water, standing on his feet, grabbing the girl legs, carrying her on his back.

“What the fuck?!?!”- Deku and Kaminari screamed in the same time.

“Look everyone, Bakugo caught a mermaid!”- Kirishima laughed.

“Shut the fuck up, you idiot!!!!”- Bakugo yelled.

“Oh my god, she is …she is naked..”- Deku yelled, automatically running to get a hoodie.

“Well that explains the nose bleed and a “sea shell” hidden in his pocket.”- Kirishima could not help himself, he was now laughing his ass off.

“Quit it you moron, help me, she hit her head!!”- Bakugo, indeed with a nose bleed, yelled.

The only one who said nothing was Shoto. He stood there in astonishment, when suddenly an ice wall formed around Bakugo and Y/N, closing the view on their bodies. The only thing visible was their faces.

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Hello there, I really enjoy your writing! Do you think you can do headcanons of Kageyama, Kenma, Yaku, Nishinoya, and Kunimi with a (s/o) who has really bad social anxiety? Kinda like they are comfortable around people they know but it's really bad if they are in a room with a bunch of random strangers. If you not comfortable with this kind of thing that's fine ^^. I hope you have a wonderful day!

To make this a bit easier, I set out the scenario of: ‘You and your boyfriend are forced to attend a party.’ as I found making general headcanons for this to be quite tricky without a scenario.

Hope this is still to your liking regardless, anon! Also, I’m very glad you enjoy my writing and I hope you have an equally as wonderful day, thank you!

KAGEYAMA

- If you’re socially anxious, it may not be ideal to attend parties with your socially awkward boyfriend. He would follow YOU around and be dependent on YOU more than anything else. Every time you peer over your shoulder, there he is looking like a loyal puppy following their owner.

- Despite this, Kageyama knows how anxious you can be around strangers, he suggests finding a quiet spot where you’re comfortable enough to hang out for the duration of the party. Once you find this spot, which is far away from any menacing strangers, Kageyama will attend to your every need. You’re thirsty but you don’t want to go inside because they’re playing beer pong near the drinks? Don’t fret, he’ll get up and get you something, all the while promising to be quick because he doesn’t like the thought of anyone approaching your lonesome self.

- If anyone does try come up and talk to you, especially if it’s someone you don’t know or just don’t like, he’s gonna stare them down with the most intense glare that they either confront him about it and he tells them to go away or they take their leave themselves. If this person forces you to converse, and you’re starting to grow nervous, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders and casually escort you off without paying them an explanation.

- He doesn’t find parties very entertaining anyway, so it’s not as if he feels like he’s missing out much on what shitstorm is raging on inside the rest of the house. There’s no need to feel like you’re burdening him by keeping him away from all the fun because he thinks hanging out in a quiet corner with you is more fun than getting wasted and having dry, awkward conversations with others.

- After snatching all the good food and having a pleasant feast for two, he suggests leaving because it’s getting too cold and they don’t have his favourite type of milk in the fridge. (this dude would lowkey ignore all the food and drinks laid out and rummage through peoples fridges so unironically I swear-)

 KENMA

- The both of you were likely forced to go to the party, probably by an overbearing Kuroo who complained that the two of you never get out and have some fun or potentially meet new people. He thinks it will do you both good, oblivious to your social anxiety.

- Kenma might not be too socially anxious but he definitely suffers some symptoms, I see him as more unsocial than anything else. He’s very understanding regarding your anxiety and reassures you that he’ll make sure you aren’t put into an uncomfortable position. Once Kuroo is distracted, Kenma grips your wrist and tugs you deeper into the house. You feel a bit strange, yes the crowd is dwindling but you feel as if you’re invading the host’s privacy. Too bad Kenma doesn’t care.

- He opens a few doors, looking inside each of them before eventually spotting a bedroom and stepping inside with you. He locks the door after, knowing too well that Kuroo will likely try hunt you both down in the next half hour. Kenma makes himself at home while you’re standing around awkwardly, examining the surroundings of the stranger’s bedroom. Your attention is stolen by Kenma holding out an extra PSP for you. 

- You proceed to play video games together for the rest of the party, the loud music becoming mere background noise. Kenma came well prepared as if he had hidden during parties like this before, he supplied all the goods which he brought along with a questionable backpack. He’s pulling out drinks and snacks upon your demand and you wonder just how much stuff he’s got in there. Neither of you moved for at least two hours, and you had the best time of your life just playing games alongside your boyfriend.

- Kuroo would come banging on all the doors, yelling for the both of you to come out and socialize. So, you do the most appropriate thing you could have in that situation. You snuck out the window and ditched that hellhole. 

 YAKU

- He’s not a very big party-goer, but he will want to socialize with his friends and greet his other acquaintances. He’s very aware of your anxiety, however, and makes sure to only talk to people that you either like and are associated with yourself. Which isn’t a lot of people, but he doesn’t even notice it, as long as you’re not tensing under his am then he’s glad. 

- If anybody else comes up to you that you don’t know and tries conversing, Yaku will literally speak for you. He’ll introduce you, (not forgetting to mention that you’re his girlfriend) and answer any other questions the person may have. They start getting irritated and begin asking the most absurd questions that really only you should know but Yaku has a reply for EVERYTHING and his polite smile never once falters at the signs of their irritation. He makes it so that you don’t have to talk unless you really want to, otherwise, enjoy the show that he stirs up.

- After doing his greetings, he finds a secluded spot where both of you can spend the rest of the party. This time is spent mainly eating almost all the snacks provided and playing board games which you found in the host’s living room. You’re both peacefully playing Monopoly while there’s a full-on brawl in the background that you’re either not aware of or care about. Some rando came up to the both of you and asked if they could join in while Yaku secretly hid away all the starting board pieces and told them there was only enough for the two of you. He doesn’t feel bad for lying and neither do you.

- When things start becoming too loud (like the brawl from before), Yaku’s eyes will constantly snap over to you, making sure you’re not feeling overwhelmed by the drunken imbeciles. Once he notices a single sign of worry or unease, he suggests the both of you get the hell out of there and go on a food date.

 NISHINOYA

- This may hurt but he’s gonna get so excited upon arriving that he really just deserts your ass upon seeing Tanaka waving over in the distance. You stand there looking all dejected with your head down until you feel someone tug at your wrist and look up to see a lively Nishinoya offering you an apologetic smile before pulling you along with him. 

- This boy is the life of the party, he wants to go around greeting everyone, pulling pranks, making new friends all while keeping you under his watchful gaze. There’s not much need to feel uncomfortable as he drags you along on his adventures, because he’s so loud and energetic that all the focus is on him and nobody even bothers you during the party. Nishinoya manages to make you laugh with the small stunts that he pulls, and you start feeling good with all the laughter and lack of attention on you.

- However, even Nishinoya realizes you have boundaries when it comes to your anxiety. Once things start getting too loud and the people around you are generally becoming a bit more rough and stupid due to the intoxication, your pure angel boy is there taking you someplace safe and quiet. A few people look for him because he is quite entertaining and sought after, but he waves them off and tells them he’s tired. You know he isn’t, when is he ever? He’s doing it because he doesn’t want you to stress yourself out for his sake. He apologizes if he made you uncomfortable and you tell him he could never do such a thing, it was just the noise and staggering bodies bumping into your own which began freaking you out.

- He still feels guilty, though. So, to make up for it, he raids the kitchen belonging to the host which he had forgotten and gathers up some goods. Everyone’s questioning where the hell he got the ice cream from because there’s nothing like that laid out and he ignores them casually as he walks past. You don’t ask where he got the snacks from, despite knowing he would every shamelessly tell you he took them without permission. Nishinoya doesn’t care, the consequences of taking another man’s ice cream means nothing to him if it makes you happy.

KUNIMI

- He wouldn’t even show up to the party, so there’s really no problem there. He isn’t an extremely social person, and he completely understands why you get so anxious in social situations. If he was really forced, like a gun held up against his head, he would begrudgingly go but not even make the effort to go around and greet the people he knows. Even you, who isn’t very keen on the idea of talking to people, look over at him in concern like… aren’t you gonna go greet your friends? look…someone is waving at you right now. He’d be so uninterested in the whole ordeal.

- If anybody you don’t know dares try to initiate a conversation with you, you will immediately be blocked from their sight as Kunimi stands up to confront them with cold, threatening eyes. They back down instantly and walk away like a dog with their tail between their legs. You’re appreciative but you assure him that he doesn’t have to sacrifice his own reputation for your sake, and he replies saying he has no care for a reputation among these fools.

- You don’t stay long at all, Kunimi checks his watch seemingly every second and once half an hour has passed he stands up and reaches a hand out for you to grab. You’re a bit confused, but understand quickly that he hates this sort of thing just as much as you do, so the both of you slip out without anyone noticing. The small-time that you did spend there included Kunimi shielding you from everyone with his broader body as you sat in the corner, the both of you conversing about what you would do after you left (you being unaware that it would happen so soon). There was an instance where you were getting thirsty, Kunimi didn’t want to leave you alone with the surrounding goons so he interlaced your fingers with his own and lead you through the crowd. You honestly felt so protected, he would tug you closer when walking past some questionable characters and avoid any conflicts for both of your sakes. He got you your drink and your body was covered by his own the whole time that his friends standing nearby were confused to see him pass a can of soda behind his back. They thought they had too much to drink.

- Kunimi is so much at ease upon leaving, you both are. You can see his demeanour change, with his facial features softening and his eyes narrowing in affection at everything you do. Both of you end up getting food and spending the rest of your time at either’s house, enjoying the peace that came with the lack of people around.

[animetrashlord-007]

M.I;; Chapter Three

Word Count;; 1.4k

Genre;; Fluff, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Slowburn

Pairing;; Oikawa x Ushijima

Side Pairing;; Kuroo x Sugawara

Summary;;

Them college boys suffer through a filler chapter.

Published;; 07.07.17

Notes;; 

My Masterlist

Mutual Interests Masterlist

   Oikawa bowed his head in humiliation as he entered the classroom twenty minutes late. The teacher pursed her lips in distaste but chose to continue her lecture rather than comment on his tardiness. He frowned as he scanned the sea of faces in search of his roommate and the other two idiots he was forced to work with. The trio were in the front row on the other side of the room. Oikawa sighed before he started his walk of shame.

   Irritated eyes bore into his very soul from every angle as he trudged over to the empty spot next to Ushijima. Suga glowed as he waved at his roommate with a little too much enthusiasm. Kuroo flashed him a lopsided grin while Ushijima murmured a quiet ‘good morning’. Oikawa didn't waste any energy on returning the gestures, instead choosing to fall into the chair and groan as his head met the table with an audible thud.

   “Geez, can you maybe not break the desk with your over-inflated head?” Kuroo jeered from his seat at the far end of the group.

   “Oikawa-san, are you okay?” Ushijima whispered, averting his attention from Professor Rose for a split second to check on the setter.

   “Shut up, both of you,” Oikawa whined.

   He didn't look up or acknowledge the group further. Succumbing to the waves of drowsiness that were cascading down upon him, he closed his eyes. His mind was a haze and his body felt heavy. Although he hadn't had a drop of alcohol the night prior, he felt hungover. Judging by everyone else’s cheery dispositions, he was the only one that was suffering; even Sugawara seemed energetic and lively, which irritated him beyond words. That little jerk was the reason for this disaster of a morning; he shouldn't be so damn chipper. Oikawa's mind continued to race, shrouded in a fog of weariness, until he dozed off mid-lecture.

   “Oikawa-san, wake up,” a sweet voice beckoned for him, yanking him away from his pleasant dreams. The voice sounded distant but he could still recognise it: Mr. Refreshing.

   “Just leave him. It's peaceful when he's asleep.”

   “While I agree, Kuroo-san, we’ll also never hear the end of it if we do. We’ll have to carry him to the library with us.”

   “True, and Professor Rose doesn’t deserve to be stuck with him,” Kuroo laughed, the sound grating on Oikawa’s ears. He could imagine the smirk crawling across his face right now. If he wasn't so tired, he'd want to slap him.

   Oikawa’s thoughts shifted away from his irritation toward the snarky Chemistry nerd as he felt his body lift into the air. The feeling of weightlessness, albeit brief, was enough to remind him of his situation - he was meant to be in class right now, taking notes and learning, not floating in the air. With a jolt, his body tensed and his caramel eyes sprang open. He became uncomfortably aware of the chest he was pressed into and the strong, firm arms that were cradling him. A shot of raw anger oozed through him when he realised who it was. Ushijima. Avoiding eye contact, he searched the room rather than look at the man. Everyone had left and, within just a few steps, their group would also be joining the bustling crowd in the hallway. There was no way in hell Oikawa would allow anyone to see him being carried bridal-style across campus by his rival.

   “Damn,” Suga cooed, “He’s having no problem with Oikawa-san. I probably felt like a feather to him.”

   Oikawa growled as he squirmed out of the ace’s grasp, ignoring the stunned looks from the three men as he slithered to the floor, “Well you looked like a potato.”

   “Hello there sleeping beauty, did you have a nice nap?”

   “Shut up, Tetsu-chan!” He snapped, lifting himself off the floor in one fluid motion. Snatching his bag from Ushijima’s shoulder, he stormed to the door and slammed it open. Professor Rose muttered something about how much of a problem child he was, but Oikawa brushed off the remark. At this point, he had given up on trying to earn her approval and respect.

   Pointing out into the hall while his free hand rested on his hip, he sighed, “Let's just go to the library already.”

   “Library? How long have you been awake?” Kuroo questioned, his eyes narrowing as he observed the setter.

   “For quite some time, apparently. He mustn't have said anything earlier because he wanted Ushijima-san to carry him,” Suga said as he skipped past Oikawa’s reach and out into the hall.

   The walk to the library was long, silent and awkward. Suga remained several paces ahead of the group while Kuroo strayed behind, his strides lazy and without purpose. Oikawa walked faster than usual in order to keep Ushijima trailing behind him. The effort was wasted, however, when the ace decided to match his stride with ease. No one spoke the entire journey, but with the distance between them, a conversation would have proven difficult to maintain. Oikawa rolled his eyes as he pushed past a group of rambunctious guys. He hated crowded hallways.

   Once they arrived, they took residence at a set of desks in the back which were empty save for a few people scattered here and there. Anticipating their rowdiness, a young woman shot daggers through her ice-cold gaze. Oikawa shuddered, the sight was both new and unwelcome. He much preferred women fawning over him (though it was always troublesome at the time) rather than wishing him ill. He blamed the poor company he was keeping these days. It was times like these he missed Iwaizumi. He would have to call him later and pick up on the conversation they had left off with yesterday afternoon. It had been cut off too soon and many things were left unsaid. He didn't get a chance to cover how horrible it was working with Ushijima (the entirety of the call was wasted on the difficulties of rooming with Sugawara) because he remembered an assignment that was due first thing in the morning...

   Oikawa slammed his hand against the desk, jumping to his feet with feverish haste. His eyes bulged as he scrambled to put his work back into his bag, lips quaking as he spoke, “Shit! I didn't turn my paper in! I spent so many excruciating hours reluctantly working side by side with Kuroo-chan in order to finish it in time! So many hours wasted! So much energy wasted! This can't be happening!”

   “Don't worry about it, buddy.”

   “Don't tell me not to worry, you good-for-nothing-”

   “We turned it in for you, Oikawa-san.”

   Oikawa snapped his mouth shut, shooting a small glare at Kuroo before sitting down once more. He allowed his features to settle back into a smile before speaking up, “Oh. Thank you, Ushijima-kun.”

   “Of course. After all, it is our fault that you didn't feel a hundred percent today,” Ushijima said, returning the small smile with a slight nod.

   “Don't be silly, Ushiwaka-chan! It wasn't your fault!” Oikawa’s gaze drifted to Suga, his eyes darkening as his tone dropped an octave, “There's only one person to blame.”

   Sugawara gulped as he scratched the back of his head as he racked his brain for a new topic. “So how about those volleyball tryouts? That's tonight, right?”

   “Like you wouldn't know,” Kuroo mused as he twirled a pen between his fingers, his attention far from the textbook he was pretending to read.

   “Well, not really. I haven't kept up on it.”

   “Oh?”

   “I'm not trying out.”

   “Don't be silly, Mr. Refreshing! Why wouldn't you try out?”

   “There's no need for me when they have you, Oikawa-san,” Suga said, the comment almost lost under the gentle hum that was building within the center of the room as people began to swarm inside. “Besides, I'm here to focus on my academics, not athletics.”

   “That's too bad,” Ushijima replied as he flipped through his notebook. Once he found the notes from today’s lesson, he slid them over to Oikawa.

   Oikawa remained silent as he looked over the wall of immaculate text. He thought he should apologise for taking away Suga’s chance at earning a place on the team, but he had earned that spot after many years of practicing. Besides, he wasn't guaranteed to make the team either. They were holding tryouts later in the evening and it was open for everyone. He was an amazing setter, he knew this for a fact, but that didn't mean he was the best in the school. He couldn't worry about Suga when he needed to focus on himself. When did he start caring about Suga’s feelings anyway?

   Oikawa scoffed, the sound loud enough to garner the group’s attention, “You don't seem to enjoy it anyway.”

   Kuroo's mouth fell open. He was seconds away from chiding Oikawa for the callous remark when Suga laughed, “Yeah, I guess I don't anymore.”

[bluelady-atla]

Momtara & Dadko Good news and special days

Firelord Zuko’s ears are ringing, heart pounding a mile a minute, breath already becoming labored. He feels like he’s going to faint so he sits down on his bed, drops really, the thick opulent blankets billowing out around him under the force. The bed dips a little to his left and the weight of another settles next to him. He hears a voice calling his name, it sounds distant at first, becoming more clear with each repeat.

“Zuko? Zuko, did you hear what I said?”

A hand grabs his own, offering a gentle squeeze of comfort. Grounding him in the here and now, pulling him out of his panic.

“Zuko? Are you ok? I thought you would be happy. We talked about this. We’ve been trying for months now. Zuko?”

He turns towards the voice. Blue eyes stare back at him, the corners creased with concern and a hint of anxiety.

“I am happy Katara. At least I will be, I’m just… shocked”

He threads their fingers and squeezes back.

“I know we’ve been planning to have a kid” A sly smile draws up the corner of his mouth as he says, “trying very hard to make one.”

Katara shivers ever so slightly at the memory. His smile drops, as he casts his gaze to the floor

“It’s just... now that it’s real, now that you’re pregnant, I’m scared. The firelord doesn’t have a great history as fathers, what if I turn out to be like my father, I don’t know what a good father looks like. I don’t know how to be a father. What if I hurt them?” His voice breaking at the end

“Oh Zuko, you would never hurt them.” Katara cups his face, thumb tracing over the scar. She gives him a moment to lean in, watches his eyes close and the worry pinching his eyebrows melt away as it always does when she cradles his face. Then she tilts his chin so he’s facing her and waits until he opens his eyes holding her gaze.

“Zuko, you already know how to be a father. I’ve seen you. Do you remember, back at the western air temple, during the war. I remember watching you train Aang. You had such patience. Aang was struggling so much in the beginning, he’d refuse to focus, bouncing around like his over energetic self. Or he’d whine and fuss, about ready to give up whenever something was too hard to just get right away. And Yes, you’d get frustrated; I’d see it building in you, your shoulders tense, your first clenched. I watched you closely, expecting you to snap and hurt Aang, but you never did. Everytime you would be near breaking you'd take this deep breath and just let it out. With it your posture would shift and you’d tell Aang to take a break, divert his attention to something new, something that would hold his focus and wouldn’t be so hard for him. You could have snapped and yelled at him, but you were firm and patient instead, when he was struggling you would keep him for being discouraged. When he was bored, you’d find a way to engage him. Zuko, I need you really listen to me, you are already a better dad than you father ever was.”

With a chuckle and mirth in her voice “and that's back when you were an unbearably grumpy teenage still working on his anger issues.”

“You’re right, thanks Katara I really needed to hear that”

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right” she replied with gentle tone before she gives him a sweet kiss. “And don’t you forget it.”

~

Crown Prince Iroh the second, named for the wisest man in the fire nation (at least according to his father, little Iroh always though Grandpa was silly, but he smelled nice like his tea shop and would sneak Little Iroh sweets se he liked his grandpa all the same.) had just snuck away from his matron. Which is something he’s gotten rather good at at the age of 4. Mommy says he’s like his daddy in this way, but Daddy’s only allowed to teach him the very basics until he's 10. At first mommy was completely against it, but in the end it was a group effort of polar puppy dog eyes that swayed her.

Now Little Iroh is putting his lessons to good use.

“Be like a Cat.” That’s what his daddy always says. “See that palace cat over there, it's sitting calmly a prim. It looks like it doesn't care for the world. But if you watch closely, you can see how it watches its surroundings, ears shifting at every sound. The cat may look at peace, but it is always listening, always aware. You have to be aware of your surroundings. Always keep your ears open.”

Now normally he’d try to be good and not sneak around when he should be napping, but little Iroh has been keeping his ears open and he thinks that today is special. Nobody has told him it’s special, but he’s been listening carefully and watching the people around him. And for the past week everyone has been saying “soon” “any day now” “she’s about ready to pop”. Then this morning mommy started making weird noises at breakfast and suddenly everyone was rushing around.

“Oh ho! Looks like its started. Don’t worry little sis, Suki had a much easier time the second time around with Kyo”

“See sweetness, this is why I don’t want to have kids, too much noise right from the start”

Daddy was especially frantic,

“you’re just as bad as you were with little Iroh”

“ha! Agni I hope not”

Then matron showed up out of nowhere like she always does and whisked little Iroh away. So nobody has told him yet, but he’s pretty sure today is the day he becomes a big brother. And he doesn’t want to miss it, uncle Sokka has told him it’s a big responsibility.

So now he’s using daddy's second lesson of the cat, “Today we will watch a cat as it stalks. See how it moves, low to the ground, you’ve already got an advantage there.” Zuko chuckled “It keeps to the shadows, hugging the walls and slipping from hiding place to hiding place. You have to move like a cat try to blend in and keep to the shadows.”

Little Iroh was currently slinking through the hall of firelords past. This way is a shortcut to his parents chambers. He slips from the shadows cast by each statue. Moving carefully when he hears footsteps approaching from the far end of the hall. Quickly he slips into a nook hidden behind the legs of one of his ancestors. Now it’s time for the third lesson of the cat.

“Today you will both learn from the cat and practice at the same time. See how the cat is sitting there quietly, not moving a muscle. You might think it's zoning out, but look at where it's watching. That is a mouse's hole. It is waiting. And today we will wait too. You must be patient, you must be prepared to be quiet and still for a very long time. I know it’s not as fun as sneaking, but it’s just as important.”

So little Iroh waited and listened from his hiding place, he heard the feet approach, then pass him a ways. Now he was just waiting for the sound of the door on the other side. So he waits and he waits and he waits, but the door never creaks. Thinking that he’s waited long enough and just missed the sound of the door, little Iroh slips out from the hiding spot and starts to slink away. Nothing but the little pitter-patter of his tiny feet. The final lesson of the cat is to walk as quietly as a cat. Not make a single sound as he slips along. Little Iroh has memorized all of the boards that squeak in this hall, but he still hasn’t mastered walking completely silently yet. He is still a toddler after all.

“There you are, I thought I’d heard you sneaking around” Fire Lord Zuko did not look much like a fire lord right now, hair slipping out of his top knot, only wearing his casual robes that he had been wearing at breakfast. “Come on, everyone’s been looking for you. It’s time for you to meet someone special.”

“Is it my little sibling?”

“Well looks like someone has had their cat ears on, yes it is. Come on they are with your mom”

Hand in hand Zuko leads Little Iroh into the converted bed chamber. Surrounding the bed is all of their friends and family.

“Oh she has Zuko’s nose” coos Grandpa Iroh

“Yes but she has my eyes, her mother's eyes” counters Gran Gran “Good strong water tribe eyes”

Little Iroh, weaved through the crowd until he was crawling onto the bed kneeling next to his mother. Fire Lady Katara look even less like a Fire Lady, tired and sweaty.

“Come here sweetheart” she says as she sweeps him into the crook of his arm, a place he settles into so well like its been worn down to fit him over the years. “Meet you little sister”

Little Iroh stared at the little wrinkly thing, skin stained pink, sleeping in the crook of his mother's other arm. “Iroh, say hello to your little Sister, Kya”