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animetrashlord-007 · 4 years

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LTAS;; The Realisation

Word Count;; 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff!

Pairing;; Hinata x Kageyama

Side Pairing;; Oikawa x Iwaizumi, Matsukawa x Hanamaki

Summary;;

That chapter in which Hinata realises that he done screwed up and has to face the consequences.

Published;; 3.29.17

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Hinata’s parents always warned him about making snap decisions, but he waved them off with an enthusiastic grin. Being impulsive was part of his personality, and it wasn't something he could change even if he tried. He had never had any major problems with it before, either. In the end, he managed to find his way back to the top no matter how big of a hole he dug. Spontaneity never felt like a curse; it often led to many lessons learned, sure, but his adventures often granted new friendships and lifelong memories. Memories that could only be found at dusk when the world seemed to slow as he sprinted through a rice paddy whilst holding Kageyama’s hand as they both shouted at the wind for no reason other than that they could, or the smaller, tender moments when he couldn't hold back from planting a chaste kiss on his high school friend because the mood was just right and nobody would pay them any mind - they were just two boys amongst the ever changing swarm of smiling faces that were enjoying the festival, after all. Times like those reminded him just how grand the world could be, and he wouldn't trade them for anything.

Yet here he stood corrected, his mouth ajar as he placed his phone back into his pocket, regret tickling the edges of his mind. The dreaded day of reckoning had arrived and he could already feel Tsukishima’s smirk burning holes through his usual jovial demeanor. The day when his friend’s haunting depictions of the many things that could go wrong during one of his thoughtless endeavors crashed down upon him as he glanced around the hotel room. Oikawa’s recollection of all the hard work he put into planning this small vacation should have been the first indication that Hinata had, indeed, screwed up, but his wise words fell on deaf ears. Just how dire his situation had become didn't even dawn on him when he thought about his family and how he hadn't informed them he was spending a week in Tokyo with friends until he was already halfway there. No, he didn't comprehend the magnitude of his mistake until he ended the call with Kageyama.

“Uh, you look pretty out of it. Are you feeling okay?” Iwaizumi questioned, his voice hinted at concern but the emotion didn't quite reach his face as his eyes narrowed.

“I think he just realised,” Mattsun smirked as he plopped down on the couch next to Hanamaki.

“Realised what?” The ace implored, tone turning sour at the lack of immediate response, “What am I missing?”

“You didn't realise yet, Iwa-chan? It's okay, I'll expla-”

“He forgot his clothes,” Makki sighed as he turned the television on, flipping through the channels at an inhuman pace before sighing even louder as he turned it off, “There's nothing good on.”

“Don't interrupt your capt-”

“I forgot…” Hinata paused, his words hanging in the air as all four males turned to face him, “I forgot my clothes!”

“You forgot everything, you didn't even bring your wallet,” Matsukawa shrugged as Makki snickered.

“Am I invisible? Iwa-chan, pay attention to-”

“Shut up, Trashykawa! This is serious!”

“So mean, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa pouted, his comment inaudible over the rising volume of the room as his three teammates began to argue. Or, rather, Iwaizumi argued. Makki and Mattsun were indifferent to the situation (not that he expected any less) but, to his surprise, Iwaizumi grew more heated with every passing breath as he scolded the other two. Oikawa suspected that Hajime was a softie under that rough exterior, yet he didn't expect his compassion to extend to their newfound friend who, up until a few hours ago, was nothing more than an old rival. The setter ignored the small pangs of jealousy that nipped at his self-worth, opting to head back to his room in search of some extra clothes instead. He returned within minutes with a light blue t-shirt in his right hand and a black tank in the left.

“Shrimpy-chan!” His playful voice sliced through the growing tension oozing off Hinata. As if he found water in a desert, the ginger-haired boy’s eye sparkled upon seeing the clothes grasped within Tooru’s hands. Everyone else stopped mid-sentence, facepalming as their old captain exclaimed, “You can borrow our clothes!”

“Not mine,” Makki muttered, breaking the awkward silence that befell the room. He pat Hinata on the head as strolled off to his bedroom, shaking his head the whole way. Mattsun, who was following right behind the former, frowned and discarded the request with a rough ‘good night’.

“We didn't want your clothes, anyway!” Oikawa snapped, once again pouting as he shoved the clothes at the small boy who was positively glowing with appreciation. His grin spread from ear to ear as he examined the clothes, shouting an over the top thank you as he bowed.

“Aren't I just the best senpai, Shrimpy-chan?” The older man beamed, hand held over his heart as he stared off into the distance.

“Yes, Grand King Oikawa-senpai!”

“Way better than any of your senpais at Karasuno, right?”

“Uh, sure! Yes, senpai!”

Unable to stand his obvious attempts to fish for compliments any longer, Iwaizumi groaned, “Aren't you two overlooking a crucial detail?”

“Oh Iwa-chan, I forgot you were still here! I should have realised by the negative aura you're emitting.”

“What detail, Iwaizumi-senpai?” Hinata yelled, his previous excitement still lingering in his tone as he bounced over to the ace.

“You're tiny. Oikawa isn't,” Iwaizumi sighed as he eyed the ball of energy in front of him, “In fact, I don't think any of our clothes will fit you. You're just too small.”

“That's why I gave him my clothes, Iwa-chan! They'll be a little long-”

“They're really long on him, Tooru.”

“-but at least they won't be too baggy, unlike yours!”

“What?!”

“Because you're so well-built, Iwa-chan!”

“Obviously, but don't even think about giving my clothes away without asking me first, Crappykawa!”

“Why aren't you as nice to me as you are to everyone else?” Oikawa whined at Iwaizumi’s intense glower, using the couch as a blockade to escape any potential harm. Disregarding his personal well being, he leaned over the couch and winked, knowing the action would only provoke the ace further, “Should I do that thing that always makes you blush, Iwa-chan?”

“Don't," he gritted through clenched teeth, “even start.” Turning to face Hinata, he continued, “We're also going to bed. It's been a long day, everyone's knackered. Don't worry, though, we can work out the kinks in the morning-”

“We can work out your kinks tonight, Iwa-chan!”

“-and figure out how to make the best of the trip for you.”

“Don't ignore me when I say cute things, Iwa-chan!”

“That wasn't cute, Pervykawa!”

“Thank you, Iwaizumi-senpai, Oikawa-senpai!” Hinata laughed, clutching the clothes to his chest as he sat on his makeshift bed. They didn't have an extra room, but he had been more than happy to accept the couch as his sleeping space, and Oikawa had even cajoled more bedding from the receptionist. Iwaizumi had given him the spare pillows from his bed, dismissing the questioning smirks from the wing spiker and middle blocker with the claim that they had been too soft and he couldn't sleep with that many. Even Mattsun and Makki had showed the baby crow where they were hiding their chips, in case he wanted a midnight snack. They hadn't been friends before the trip started - they may not even be friends now - but Hinata was bursting with elation at how casual everyone was around him. The four were an established group of old-time friends but he didn’t feel out of place amongst them. They didn't have to welcome him, and they definitely didn’t have to invite him, yet there was no hesitation to make him comfortable. In all honesty, it felt like they had known each other for years. He couldn't wait to tell Kageyama just how nice his senpais were; he didn't understand why his boyfriend thought the Grand King was so devious.

“Whatever, Shrimpy-chan! Let's be sure to take some selfies in the morning with you wearing my clothes, I think Tobio-chan will enjoy that look on you!”

“Stupidkawa! Don’t use Hinata for petty revenge!”

#hinata shouyou #kageyama x hinata #hinata x tobio #iwaoi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #anime #anime fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #oikawa tooru #Iwaizumi Hajime #animetrashlord-007

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haileybeehappy · 5 years

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Ashton Irwin. House Party

Warnings. smut (second? time writing smut)

Word count. 3.1k

Summary. You and Ash have some fun in the middle of a party.

Inspired by this picture.

Ashton being the 'boss man' he is, as Calum calls him decided to throw a party. He was not drinking of course, but decided to get everyone else he knew drunk. You being the amazing girlfriend you are decided to stay sober with him. He said that it was fine and you should take a shot or two but you turned that down and stuck with your soda.

An hour and a half into the party even more people piled through the doors of Ashtons LA home. Some carrying cases of alcohol. Ash greeted them all and showed them where to place their beverages. You mingled around the party sticking with the boys of the band most of the time, well more so their girlfriends.

"Hey sweetheart," Ash had come up behind you grabbing your waist and moving his hand to your ass. You smile and lean into his side. You continue to talk with your close group of friends until there's a crash and the music cuts out. The boys set down their drinks and head to the 'DJ' station.

"So how do you like LA?" Sierra asks.

"it's absolutely amazing. So different than New York. I miss home a lot but Ash makes that homesick feeling go away," You smile. You swirl the ice around in the cup with the carbonated liquid.

"Yeah I get that. I miss home a lot too," Calums girlfriend responds. They had met just before You and Ashton. She was so sweet. The perfect, ideal woman for him.

"Ash has been talking about heading to see my family, Meet them Properly. Hoping to get there before the big surge of holiday tourists," the girls nod. Then Michael's voice comes over the speakers.

"Dirty Cliffo in the HOUSE!" a roar of laughter surges through the party of people. Crystal just shakes her head and smiles.

"I'm gonna head up there with him," We all nod at her as the music ques up. You move through the croud and to the back of the living room and find a spot on a sofa. You sit back and listen to some stories being told, well screamed, over the load music. Every once in a while a laugh surged through the small group of people and you laugh along pretending to know what they're talking about.

As much as you loved music and the boys band you don't feel as if you fit into this world. As you sit and catch a few words here and there Luke approaches you.

"Hey Shrimpy," you raise your eyebrows as if to say 'yes?' you'd think the nickname had to do something with size. Nope, the first time you met him you threw shrimp up all over his new red suede boots. And the name stuck.

"Ash is looking for you, He's over by the patio doors I think," you nod at the tall man.

"Thanks Bull Dozer," another nickname you'd think would have to do with size but no. That's another story for another time. You make your way to the sliding doors on the other side of the large room. You shift your way through groups of people.

You see him leaned up against a wall talking to one of his gym buddies. He looks around whole talking to the man, making sure to make a respectful amount of eye contact. He then spots you and excuses himself from the conversation. You meet him halfway and he wraps him arms around you.

"You know I don't like it when you wander baby girl," he almost growls. He was, aroused to say the least. You could always tell, by the way he holds you and the way his voice changes. He pulls out his phone and shoots a text to Mikey. "Music up pls." and fee second later the volume rises to almost too much.

He has one arm wrapped around you, and he takes your hands and places them in the waistband of his pants, securing your fingers around his belt.

"Don't move your hands princess," he says in your ear. You look around and no one seems to notice you two. If they do no one is saying anything. You nod. "Use your words,"

"Yes sir," you say barely above a whisper. He still manages to hear you. He keeps one arm wrapped around you, he pulls you as close as he can to you. His free hand makes it's way down the front of your skirt. The one he picked out for you earlier that day.

He plays with the hem of the underwear you're wearing. A black lacey uncomfortable thing. With a matching bra. His favorite set, that's why you have four or five pairs. He just plays with the hem, every few strides of his fingers down the lace he Grace's by your heat. You start to try to rub yourself into him but he pulls away. At this point you're soaked.

"Please Daddy," You whimper. He smiles and pushes the wet cloth aside and gets to work. As he pushes into you, you go to grip his shoulders. when you do that his hand shoots out from your skirt and places your hands back on his belt.

"I said don't move, if it happens again I'll have to punish you. Understand?" He growls. His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You feel a mix of pleasure and fear. A feeling you welcome.

"Yes sir," you nod and he pushes his hand into your skirt and back into you. You whimper and lay your head on his chest. he pushes one finger in and out of you while playing with your clit. you try to keep yourself quite. Scared someone would hear you over the deafening music.

As he continues the other arm wrapped around you rubs up and down your back. He raises it to the base of your neck and makes you look up at him. At this point you have tears in your eyes and are wanting to finish. He pulls you in for a kiss and you moan into his mouth.

"Do you wanna come princess?"

"Yes, please. Daddy please." You moan out. Your head rests against his chest.

"Okay, let go. Come for me Baby," He presses harder into your core. His fingers as far as they can go. Curling, reaching the perfect spot. As you come around his fingers your legs almost give put on you. His arm wrapped around your torso keeps you up off the ground. "Good girl, do good for me," he praises you. All you can do is nod.

After a few minutes you have calmed down and Ashton had shoved his fingers in your mouth and had you clean them. kept them in until he was satisfied. You could feel him hardening in his black skinny jeans.

"Daddy, calm down. someone might see your not so little friend," he just laughs. He adjusts you in front of him so he can reach and fix himself. You both end up wandering around and mingling with people for another hour before the party gets shut down. Ash kicks everyone out very nicely and they all leave peacefully. Mike Cleans up his DJ station while the rest of our crew cleans up the mess was left behind.

Not too much this time. Quite a few glasses, only two broken. Some empty alcohol bottles laying around. A cellphone left in the couch and another under the bar. After sitting and talking for another twenty minutes everyone calls it a night and heads home. You and Ashton sit on the couch and he pulls you onto his lap. You were surprised it took this long.

"Tonight was amazing Princess," you nodded. You lightly threw your head back onto his shoulder. "Especially that little adventure huh?"

You can't help but bite your lip. "Yes Daddy," He let's out a light groan.

"You liked getting off in front of all those people huh?"

"Yes Daddy," you both pause for a moment. "Can I help you now Daddy?" You could practically see him smirking.

"Yes princess. He runs his hands from the tops of your thighs and to your breasts, grasping them in his large hands. "On your knees," He whispers as he kissed your neck. "Suck Daddy of like the good little girl you are,"

thanks for reading 😁

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hattale-au · 5 years

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HatTale: Chapter 1

Summary: "The girl wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she opened her eyes, but the bright light of the sun shining off of a bed of golden flowers definitely wasn’t it." -- (or, an Undertale AU wherein a foolhardy girl falls down a mountain, gains a ghost friend, and sets out for adventure)

[Also on AO3!]

Standard Disclaimer: None of us own Undertale or A Hat In Time, they belong to Toby Fox and Gears For Breakfast respectively.

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The girl wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she opened her eyes, but the bright light of the sun shining off of a bed of golden flowers definitely wasn’t it.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Where was she? Why was she there?

“You see that mountain up there?”

“Uh huh, why?”

“That’s Mount Ebott, they say those who climb it never return!”

“Wha? I don’t believe that.”

“Why? You scared~?”

“Eh?! No! Why would I be scared of some dumb mountain?”

“You sure sound scared~”

“Well, I’m not!”

“Then prove it. Go climb to the top and bring back some kind of proof.”

“Humph! Fine!”

Oh, right. The dare…

“Huff, puff… eh? There’s a cave up here?”

…

“... what’s that shiny thing over- aAAAAHHHHH!!!”

And then she wasn’t looking where she was going… and fell…

Huh, for falling such a long way, she didn’t feel all that injured. She gave herself a once-over just to make sure. Yep, nothing but a few scrapes from climbing through the undergrowth.

Maybe the fall wasn’t as long as she thought it was? She looked back up towards the sky. Ah, yep, that fall was just as long as it felt. The light from the sky was only a small pinprick that was growing rapidly darker. Dusk was falling, could she get out of this hole before curfew?

“You won’t make it out of here the same way you got in.”

The girl flinched at the unexpected voice.

“Yipes!” she whipped around, brandishing the stick she had grabbed on her climb, “who’s there- ?!”

The stick fell to the ground with a small whump as she stared open-mouthed in shock. Right in front of her was a floating child.

“Ah, my apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you,” they said as they waved their hands in a placating gesture, “I just thought I would tell you before you exhausted yourself trying to escape.”

The girl blinked. “what?”

They shrugged, “It’s exactly like I said, you cannot leave through there,” they pointed upwards towards the mouth of the hole- no, more like pit the more she thought about it.

“Okay…” she bent down to pick up her stick, always handy for an impromptu fight, then looked back at the other. “Then how do I get out of here?”

They tilted their head in thought and fidgeted with their hands. They took so long that the girl almost thought they wouldn’t answer and that she was doomed to spend eternity with this ghost child - for what else could they be? - but then they finally did answer:

“Well, I suppose you could try leaving through the Barrier...”

“Okay, where’s it at?”

“It’s at the other end on the Underground… although I’m not sure you even could leave through it…”

She harrumphed and put her hands on her hips, “And why not?”

The ghost sighed, then gestured at themselves, “why do you think I’m still here?”

“...oh.”

The girl glanced down at her boots, then up at the rocks, then over to the path carved through the cave wall. Okay, so, maybe she was stuck down here in this cave for the foreseeable future. If she was… then she might as well find out how big it is, right? Good to know how long it’s gonna take before she dies of boredom and all!

Although… from the sounds of it… this “Underground” seemed pretty big… like, big enough that someone could probably get lost in there. She wasn’t just a random “someone” though, her navigational skills were second to none! However, looking down that dark and damp and creepy tunnel… maybe she could use a guide.

The girl looked back up at the ghost, “Hey, uh, what’s your name again?”

They sighed and shrugged, “Eh, my name isn’t important. I’ve found that names are pretty fickle things.”

“How’s about ‘Floaty Kid’?”

They visibly cringed at that, “Okay, no, don’t call me that.”

“Weeeeell, I have to call you something, don’t I?” She rocked back and forth on her heels, trying to think of something. There weren’t that many defining features of the ghost. They were a brunette, they had a red coat on, (they also had no legs but let’s not linger on t h a t -). The only thing that didn’t make them like just another kid was…

“your mask… Can I call you ‘Mask’?”

They tilted their head in confusion, then nodded, “Sure? I don’t hate it…”

“But you don’t like it either?”

“Well,” they waved their hand in a dismissive gesture, “I just don’t care either way, and it’s not like you’ll be around to call me it-”

“GREAT! Mask it is,” The girl interrupted, “now will you help me get to that ‘Barrier’ or whatever it’s called?”

They flinched as if struck, “W-what?! why?”

“You know this place better than I do, and I’d really like to get home before dinner. It’s cookie night tonight~!” the girl sing-songed.

“And why should that persuade me to come with you?” the ghost questioned with a small glare.

“I dunno,” she shrugged. “You could get some cookies too when we get back.”

They started fidgeting with their mask, “I’m not really sure… if I came with you I’d have to… leave...” with each word, they curled up into themselves even more.

She stared at them, taking in all of their nervous twitches. It took the girl a bit, but finally, she pieced it together.

“Are you scared of leaving here?”

They froze for a moment, then they looked off to the side. She could see a faint dusting of pink on their cheeks behind the mask, “I-i… yes, I guess I kind of am...”

She lowered herself down into a criss-cross, “Well, there’s only one way to conquer your fears!”

...

She gestured for them to finish the statement.

“...Trust your gut and don’t do the thing?” they suggested with a weak smile.

She facepalmed, “no,” and then wagged a finger in their face, “you confront your fear! And you do that by doing the thing you’re afraid of!”

“How would that even help?”

“Because, once you try the thing you’re afraid of, you see that it’s not actually that bad and you won’t be scared of it anymore!”

Despite the unchanging smile of the mask, she had the distinct impression that they were giving her a very unimpressed stare, “... that ‘logic’ sure has a lot of holes in it, Shrimpy.”

The girl gave that nickname only an annoyed lip-smack before continuing on, “Well, could you please just come? Whatever you’re afraid of,” she leapt back to her feet and brandished the stick, “I can whack it until it ain’t scary anymore! How’s about that?”

There was a long moment of silence, then Mask snorted, then giggled, then started laughing so hard they doubled over.

“I-I mean, that’ll take care of a good third of it!” they chuckled as their laughter subsided.

“Only a THIRD?!” the girl exclaimed with a wide smile, “I’m gonna get the whole peckin’ thing, and you can’t do nothin’ to stop me!”

“Ah well, that might be a bit difficult considering the rest isn’t just something you can beat into submission…”

Her grin drooped a bit. Ah, yeah, that would be a bit harder to work with… But, she did still have the Golden Solution~ it seemed that it was the time to use it!

“Well, then, I’ll hug it into submission!”

They stiffened a little, “uhm… maybe don’t? I… don’t like hugs… sorry.”

The girl’s eyes widened in realisation, “ohhhh, alrighty then,” she thought for a moment, then reached out a hand, “hand-hold-of-comfort, maybe?”

They smiled, then shook their head, “how about… mutual respect and the knowledge that we both support each other?”

“Yeah, that works for me.”

The conversation lapsed into silence. The girl fiddled with her stick, pulling off some of the more bothersome twigs. She didn’t notice Mask’s stare until they spoke up again.

“... well, I suppose I could come with you.”

“YUS!!” The girl did a little fist-pump and then looked back at them, “With the two of us together, nothing can stand in our way!”

“If you say so…” They muttered with an emotion the girl couldn’t place.

She looked back towards the tunnel, suddenly a lot less scary knowing she wouldn’t be alone.

She strode confidently forward, and her discarnate companion followed closely behind.

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A/N: Hello everyone! here's the big project us three have been working on, a crossover AU! We all enjoy both games and decided to mix 'em up for fun, we hope you enjoy! There will be a lot more coming, and most chapters will even have accompanying artwork! :D - Novi

hey, hope u enjoy this lovely au!! - Lovely (Shakez)

Hope you enjoy our au - Twyst

#a hat in time #undertale #au #hattale #fanfic #hat kid #moon jumper #the prince #crossover #cross posted on ao3 #story

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