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ahoy-robin · 2 years

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First Date

Robin Buckley x Reader

Today is the day of your first date with long time crush, Robin Buckley. Let’s hope nothing goes wrong.

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a/n: i love this piece. everything i write is just self-indulgent and it’s fun. what if i wrote for other characters though...that would be crazy ahaha

Today’s the day. The day you’ve been waiting for. Your first date with Robin Buckley. You were sitting in your car in her driveway hyping yourself up in the mirror. “You got this. You guys are friends, kind of. She likes you. You like her. Nothing can go wrong.” You got her flowers, but now you are second guessing yourself, ‘God this is so cheesy, she’s probably gonna hate these’. Before even getting a second knock in, the door swung open to reveal a wide-eyed, smiling Robin.

“H-Hi Robin” you breathe through a smile.

“Hi Y/N”

“These are for you” you push the bouquet of multi-colored carnations into her arms.

“Oh” she’s taken aback at first, looking between you and the flowers with a smile growing on her face.

“Wow, thank you. I should, um. I should go put these in a vase. You know ‘cause they’re flowers and like flowers need water, right? and I wouldn’t want to be carrying them the whole time, that could be weird because I don’t know where we’re going. Not that the flowers are weird, they aren’t. They’re very pretty and you’re you- You can come inside while I, uh, do that. Yeah, you can just come in, through the door.” Robin rambles as she continues to look between you and the flowers. You kept eye contact with her, smiling while she babbled. She leaned against the open door, motioning for you to come inside.

You loved listening to her. Anything she had to say. However, you’ve never really had the chance to interact one-on-one, it was always in a group setting. You always thought she added something special to the conversations.

“So this is my house, my kitchen” Robin leads you through her home.

“Very formal tour, very educational.” you retort, trying to add a sense of humor to the conversation.

You knew Robin was funny. That was something you really liked about her. She’s laughed at your jokes before too, so you can only assume she finds you funny as well.

She finds a vase under the sink and puts the flowers inside with some water. Pulling the vase to her face, she smells the flowers and places them on the kitchen counter.

“These are very pretty, thank you again, Y/N. Did I say thank you before? I think I’m saying it again, I don’t know if that’s weird.”

Filled with sudden boldness, you grab her hand and reassure her with a smile, “You did say thank you early, Robin.”

She looks down at your hand grabbing hers and back up at you. You swing your hands back and forth gently, “Should we get going? It kinda looked like it could get stormy and my plans involve the outdoors.”

“Uh yeah, yeah definitely”

Still holding hands, you lead her back to your car. Going around to the passenger side first, you open the door for her. Robin hurries into the car and looks in the other direction so you couldn’t see her blushing. You get in and start the car. Robin catches your eye as you turn to look behind you in order to back up. You can feel your face get warm as you try to focus on not hitting anything.

“So, where are we going? You said something about the outdoors?” Robin is the first to break the silence.

“Oh well, I could tell you or I could keep it a secret and you just have to wait and see?”

“If I guess, will you tell if I’m right?”

You glance in her direction with a smirk.

“You know what? Yeah, go for it, Buckley”

“Ok so, the outdoors…the outdoors…what is outside?”

“Trees, clouds, possibly birds?” You joke to egg her on.

“Are those hints? Are we going bird watching? Y/N, I don’t want to be rude if it’s your actual hobby but we’re also not 80 years old so I’m guessing..?”

You laugh at her enthusiastic guesses, “No, Robin I wasn’t planning on going bird watching. We’re almost there”

She looks out the window for hints of where you could be going, but it looks like you’re in the middle of nowhere. Although that is what most of Hawkins looks like.

“This is like the middle of the forest, Y/N? What exactly were you planning on doing out here?”

“I’m not here to hide a body, Buckley. Don’t worry, I like you too much to do that.”

A beat of silence passes before you realize what you said. You look over to Robin to gauge her reaction. Robin watches you with her eyebrows raised and a smile.

The rest of the short drive is filled with comfortable silence. You reach the top of a small hill overlooking the town but it’s still a ways away. You park and get out of the car, walking over to your trunk.

“This is what I brought us out here for” you gesture to the open trunk.

Sitting in your trunk is a picnic basket and large old blanket.

“A picnic? Yo-You brought us a picnic”

“Is there something wrong with a picnic? I-I thought it could maybe be kinda fun?” you panic at her reaction. You couldn’t tell if she was excited or upset.

“No, it is! It is fun. It’s really nice actually. Like really nice. Who doesn't love a picnic?”

To show her eagerness, Robin reaches into the car and grabs the blanket. She nods and waits for you to grab the basket and lead the way.

You smile at her reaction, glad that it was positive.

“Yeah, okay good, great so it’s just over here.” You both walk over to a large tree and get situated under the shade.

In the basket you brought sandwiches, fruit, drinks and some homemade desserts.

So far, you think to yourself that the date has actually been going a lot better than you planned. You didn’t know what to expect. Would it be awkward because you and Robin weren’t super close? You had met through Steve and he believed you’d guys be perfect for each other, but he wouldn’t tell you why.

Your conversations flowed naturally and neither of you noticed the dark clouds starting to roll in.

“See, Robin that’s where I think you’re wrong because mint chip is the all time best ice cream flavor” you argue through a laugh.

“How could I be wrong? I scoop ice cream for a living? I think I would know about-“

Robin is interrupted by a large boom of thunder.

“Oh shit” you both mumble as you feel the few first drops of rain hit your heads.

“We should go”

“Yeah” Robin agrees.

You both work to throw the food bags and containers back into the basket and wrap up the blanket as fast as you can.

The run to your car is full of loud laughter and almost slipping multiple times.

Much to Robin’s dismissal you still opened the door for her, which made you stay out in the rain just a little bit longer. You hurry to the drivers side and quickly turn the heat on.

“You didn’t have to do that, now you’re soaked and probably freezing.”

“It-It’s okay, I-I wanted to” you reply through shivers.

Robin blushes and wraps her arms around herself. You both sit in silence, trying to warm up. The rain hitting the roof fills the silence of the car comfortably.

The thunder cracks loudly outside, sending a vibration through the car. You notice Robin flinch at the sound.

“Are you okay, Robin?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You place your hand on Robin’s knee, rubbing back and forth with your thumb.

Your actions cause a hesitation in her answer.

“Uh yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thunder makes me a little nervous that’s all”

“We can leave if you want? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I can take you home” You offered, knowing that that was the opposite of what you wanted to. You wanted this date to last as long as possible, forever even.

“Actually, it’s kinda nice sitting here…with you. I want to sit out here. And plus I wouldn’t want you to drive in this heavy rain, you know? It’s not like super safe out there and we should wait for it to let up?”

You nod your head, biting your lip to hide the wide smile that’s eager to spread across your face. The sky had other plans. The rain only seemed to come down harder.

“Did you know that flower colors have meaning?” Robin inquired to break the quietness.

“I may have heard something like before” you turn in your seat, leaning against the door to face Robin.

“Well they do. Like back in the Victorian era, or like 19th century times people would send bouquets that held secret meanings in the flowers to tell each other how they felt. And one of the flowers they used were carnations..” Robin’s rambling through her monologue as she fiddles with her hands.

“Like the ones I got you?” you interject.

“Yeah” Robin stills and looks up to lock eye with you.

“They, uh, the reds and whites and pinks they have different meanings.”

“And what do they mean?”

“Individually they all have special meanings, but you know, to not go too overboard with explaining every little thing, they all have different meanings of love or admiration. Especially the red ones, kinda like roses, you know?”

“Oh” you look away from her. You could feel your face heating up.

You definitely didn’t know about all of this history. Robin was really special and you did like her a lot, but you didn’t know if she felt the same way.

“I, um, I didn’t know about those meanings. But, Robin,” You threw your doubtfully inner voice out the window.

You grabbed her hand tightly in yours, “I do really like you and I don’t know if you feel the same way about me. But I want you to know that I think you’re really awesome and funny and like incredibly smart and-”

You were interrupted by Robin cupping your face in her hands to get you to look at her.

“Can I kiss you?”

With eyes wide, you slowly nod as best as you can with her still holding your face.

Robin leaned over the center console of the car and pulled you closer to her face.

Your lips collided simultaneously with a large crack of thunder and lightning flooding the sky. In that moment, that’s exactly how you felt on the inside, like lightening and thunder were shooting off all over you.

“I really like you too, y/n” Robin whisper as she pulled away.

“Good that’s- that’s yeah” you mumbled, your mind still reeling, trying to catch up.

She giggled as she let go of your face and sat back in her seat.

“It looks like the rain’s letting up” Robin pointed out the window at the sky.

Being pulled back into reality, you became aware of your surroundings and notice the lack of heavy rain hitting the roof.

“Huh, it is”

“We should head back before it picks up again and we get stuck out here?”

You nod, adjust yourself in your seat and start down the road.

As much as you didn’t want to go, you know it was probably a safe bet. If you had it your way, you’d live in that moment with Robin forever. Sitting in your car, in the rain, talking about nothing and everything.

“Those cookies you brought were really good”, Robin changes the subject on your mind so easily.

You giggle at her choice of discussion, “Thanks, I made them.”

“You made those?”

“Yeah, I love baking and cooking, but mostly baking”

Robin watches your face as you discuss your interests.

“I didn’t know that”

“Well, maybe there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Buckley” you make an attempt at flirting.

“Maybe I’d like to learn more about you”

“Maybe you should guess?” your call back to your first conversation in the car.

“You actually are into bird watching, aren’t you?” she mocks.

“Yeah, you totally got me, those were my plans for our next date”

“Damn, I ruined the surprise? Guess I have to plan the next one”

You laugh at each other’s sarcastic comments. The light-hearted jokes about a potential next date and even more dates after that filled your mind with hope for a future with Robin.

Unfortunately for the both of you, your continuous banter made the car ride back to Robin’s house go by a lot faster than you had wanted.

“We’re here already?” Robin asks, sounding disappointed.

“Looks like it” You smile at the fact that she sounded upset to leave.

“I had a lot of fun. Despite the rain and all. It was a very nice picnic”

“I had a nice time too”

Thunder was rumbling lowly in the distance and it made you both laugh. Light rain drops patter against the windows of your car which prompted both of you to make a run for it to the door.

Shifting from one foot to another, you’re unsure if you should hug or kiss or both. Robin brushes your hair behind your ear softly and holds her hand at your cheek.

“You’ll call me, right?” she smirks.

“You’re gonna get sick of me calling you”

“Hm, I could never” she mumbles against your lips as she pulls you into another kiss. This one ended a lot quicker this time, much to your disappointment .

Sensing your defeat, Robin quickly reassures you, “I don’t need my parents watching us right now.”

You smile and nod at her explanation.

“Please drive safely” Robin pleads as she opens her door and wishes you goodbye.

“I always do” You wink and head to your car.

Sitting in your car, you watch as she disappears into her house.

“Well, shit” You laugh and let out a huge sigh through a smile as giddiness takes over you.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fluff #fluff #wlw #sapphic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #maya hawke #robin #buckley #my writing #'

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agoodfriendtoyou · 1 year

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Hi so I found out that the Rise fandom shares a singular braincell(affectionate)

Because a month or so ago, I had a thought for a Rottmnt au where the turtles are separated. I’m working on designs for them, I check tumblr as a break, and I see at least a dozen AUs with this same core concept.

Not complaining tho, I do enjoy seeing where people go with this concept we all apparently thought of. It’s very cool, especially when minor concepts overlap but are still distinctly different. It’s awesome to see!

But that’s beside the point, the premise of my separated au is

What if Draxum tried to take the turtles back from Splinter?

The au revolves around the disaster twins trying to find their 2 missing brothers in the hidden city.

Their father tasked them with it, but their brothers are something they’ve always wondered about and hoped to some day meet. April is still the twos friend, and she is determined to come with them. So they set out with their fathers city key, and look for the first place their father said to check, the lab of Baron Draxum.

Here’s some basic info for the characters:

Leonardo

Same cocky asshole(I love him, dw) as ever, it’s still a mask for his insecurities. He just only has Donnie to annoy, for now.

He fears that he’s not useful enough for his family, being that Donnie is the smart one, Leo’s not that strong, and these feelings only get worse after seeing what his other brothers can do.

Time for hcs

Gender: Trans boy

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: he/him

Donatello

Still has a affinity for all kinds of science, and has even worse issues with his own self worth than his canon version. He tolerates Nardo, barely.

He feels like he can only be of use for his inventions, and worries that if he asks for help, he is being a burden. Like his twin, his insecurities are multiplied after meeting his other brothers

On a lighter note, hcs~

Gender:Nonbinary

Sexuality: Ace/aro

Pronouns: they/he

Michelangelo

Big Mamas child and assistant, he is much stronger than he looks.

Is known as Tang Yoshie(explanation in small text)

(I realized that Draxum probably wouldn’t know, or care, about what Splinter called the turtles, so I had to make new names for him and “Raph”. Tang is the last name bc of the theory by @roninreverie, the point that’s relevant to this post is that big mama either is Tang Shen, or replaced her. + I’m not calling Him Big or Mama, it’s funny, but no. Yoshie is his first name bc it can translate to “Good Painting”(it fits bc he’s a creative), and it’s splinter’s real name. She obviously still has feelings for him.)

Have some Hcs

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Pan/Ace

Pronouns: Any

Raphael

The right hand Son of Baron Draxum. He is a skilled fighter, and the champion of the battle nexus.

Named Baron Takeo(explanation in small text)

(Baron is the last name bc everyone refers to Baron Draxum as Draxum, so I assume Baron is the last name. Takeo is the first name bc it can mean “military/martial hero”(fits bc Draxum wanted to use the turtles as soldiers), and it has a strong and bold sound, which fits for his character.)

Have some hcs

Gender: cis boy

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: he/him

In the au they meet Raph first, since they destroy Draxums lab in the first episode still, and Takeo lives with him. They meet Mikey second, but don’t realize it’s actually him at first bc he’s wearing a cloaking Broach.

Will there be leosagi? Maybe. Will there be Shellshocked? Also maybe, but more likely than leosagi. RaMona? Probably, I like the dynamic they had in 2012.

#Rottmnt #rottmnt au #seperated au #Rottmnt!Brothers Divided #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph

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rewordthis · 7 months

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Dropping this here before taking vacations from tumblr for a bit (like a week? lol):

Just watched the recent episode, shit situation btw. I had not the quiet I had hopped while watching. Bad energy frustrates me… anw.

I now have conclusive evidence that Gojo is the epitome of chicken-thighs and I have way too much to say about that as a head canon. 😩

Just LOOK! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ And the skin-tight pants, bruh… Thank you MAPPA! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

That said, he sure is unhinged if let loose, huh?

Rabid dogs get put down but I think I’d adopt this one. Probably. Don’t… Don’t hold me on my word on this… 😗

Choso gave me the most, ‘I’m here for a different reason, stop bothering me’ attitude with that bored “yes, yes”; I enjoyed it more than necessary to be perfectly honest. 🤭

Also the whole plot against Gojo using non-scorcerers…

The scales determining what degree is acceptable can no longer function.

Bold of you to assume there even are scales.😂

Or,

Because the sacrifices you’re willing to accept are “people killed by cursed spirits,” not “people killed by Gojo Satoru.”

Funny you thought he’s inflexible like that.🙃

Still my man went for an instant of a Domain Expansion and overexerted himself by killing the transfigured humans. After!

Man, I’m no Gojo. I have no kids to teach them how to be proper saviours and if I had, I still don’t give a damn about showing off or appearing good to anyone. I’d flat out use that domain to even exorcise any rats or cockroaches that would happen to be there. But that’s just me. Like I said, I’m no Gojo so I don’t need anyone’s admiration to thrive. 🤷‍♀️

He actually was in the zone, too!

Like, Gojo, seriously? Was this some kind of bet with yourself or something??? This was just so… so unnecessary! Why? If they’re affected by the domain, forget about them! Exorcise the cursed spirits, dammit! Choso would be so easy to exorcise btw in that state. Or Mahito, even better. Deal with the hardest task first. That’s what you do when you’ve got time on your ass, right? Ha~ *huge le sigh*

On the other hand, when he got caught off guard by Geto’s corpse I was fucking screaming at the screen: “No! Idiot! Stupid, run! You killed him yourself, BAKA!” and he just went in to be having these check marks in his head until he figured ‘no, he is the real deal..’ and I was just fuming… Why did you open your mouth, Gojo? Did you said something again we didn’t hear? But no. You were just too stunned to speak. You just stood there like a freaking siting duck to get shot caught. His expression was what really pained me, okay?

Looking at all this expectancy and hope in his eyes for that fleeting moment when he was reminded of the past, that did put a squeeze in my heart for a millisecond. Because, I honestly can’t remember too much about my past but when I willingly look back and as I say that, though this is just ten months after killing his best friend. His one and only. Plus, he never stopped looking back. And I also would be clingy af to a best friend (someone that hadn’t actively betrayed me at least) have I happened see them again, though not a dead one. No. I’d just run like hell on the opposite direction of them, before staying to inquire about why they don’t rot some 3 meters under. Did he believed even for a second — forget the whole minute thing — that this was actually Geto that had come back because he cursed him??? No, because if he did… if he did! …Well, he’s a baby and I’m correct calling him a man-child. What was that almost-smile for? I felt so sorry for him at that moment. That really was what hurt me deeply. I know I could have cried in that moment if everything else just wasn’t so wrong…

Fair point, though, when he was finally captured and he had a break from his own mind and memories, he did asked who he was because despite everything that confused him about that man, his soul didn’t recognised him. His soul. Not heart btw. He didn’t say こころ but たましい and sure, there is a way that someone’s soul may be enchanted as in a romantic way, but I think when Gojo and Geto are referred to, it is in the sense of soulmates. It’s deep. Eternal. But not sexual. lmao

You want to give them these roles? Well, the closest I guess that would fit them, would be being in love with the idea of the other. Is that confusing, maybe? Because you can totally be in love with someone’s ideal form in your mind, being physically attracted to them even and at the same time not being sexually attracted to them. I don’t know… I am far too logical to explain feelings… Uuugh, but maybe that’s how Gojo and Geto also perceive things? They do represent the most cerebral signs, to be sure, on their respective element. Hm… 🤔😶

Also, important info: Gojo didn’t let Shoko handle (dispose of) Geto’s body. What significance is there other than the obvious? I mean, he did decapitated him, and that was probably also done with cursed energy. So, what else would Shoko do? Put a seal maybe??? 🧐

And I’m going to complain now and wine because MAPPA, DO NOT dare to take away from me what you’ve given me in the first season and movie or I’ll find a way in your offices and steal your fucking scripts! Grr! 👿

I’m sure those with pale, smooth skin like Gojo-sensei would say, “I don’t really do anything.”

The one who can be considered pale-skinned is first and foremost, Nanami! (If not pretty much and everybody else, as I have already mentioned in another post. A close second to Nanami is Megumi, too.) I mean, just LOOK at where Gojo’s hand rests over Nanami’s! LOOK that there is at least a two tone difference! 😫😤 (They’re so cute btw 💕🥰🫠)

You want him to have smooth skin? A-okay! No problemo! I’ll take that any day. You want to say he’s got flawless skin? Sure, go ahead! But pale? Pale?! This dude has rosy lips and rosy cheeks! There is nothing freaking pale about him other than his hair!

Do NOT even think of taking back what we all have witnessed!!! And ok, maybe Yuuta, too, though to be fair he’s on the more unhealthy pale-yellow side…

ALSO, by comparison, Inumaki must be the palest-white, fairest-skinned one of them all. Not to mention, Geto as well has been looking fairly pale in most of his scenes… though they do seem to have him a little more on the Yuuta-kind of pale when he’s shown with Gojo. Hm. 😗

Are you really trying to tell me you didn’t do this intentionally??? I’ll bite you! Watch out, MAPPA! One wrong answer and you’ll have to do with me!

Ouf! That was a long post, I didn’t planned on making. Ahaha Yeah. I got really upset at Gojo being so dumb so easily. I don’t know. I was expecting more from the strongest considering how strongly logical and calculating he is. I’m mad, ok?! I’ll kill him myself, that idiot, if he doesn’t snap out of this! 😤

…At least when he’s back out of the box. 😬

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen 2nd season★#update #fandom talk #long post is long #episode rant

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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(I have no idea what happened, but this ask disappeared, so I’m posting it in a separate post!)

@blitzdragonking sent an ask: Say, can you write the continuation of Snake and the guy he wrestling with. This time it will just be two of them with no spectators at all.

As it turns out, ‘sometime’ doesn’t come for a couple of months, but getting to have a little rematch with (Name) isn’t something that was really a priority until now.

That being said, SNAKE is grateful he gets to spend any time at all with them. They’re such a fascinating person, in and out of performances, and being allowed inside their tent feels like someone actually wants him close to them. Not only are all his friends out roaming the circus grounds, (aside from Donne, who is too small to do so and decided to stay in the safety of Snake’s own tent), it seems that the people (Name) bunks with have taken their leave as well.

Where they’re staying for the night, because it’s already quite late, he finds that he doesn’t really care so much. He gets to be alone with his friend, alongside the feeling that they want to be something other than a friend. That’s fine by him, and anything else doesn’t really matter.

Nerves do get the best of him, of course. But when he gets up to leave after an hour or so of sitting here talking and holding (Name)’s hand ― assuming they want him to leave for the night and have had enough of him ― he’s suddenly caught up in their arms.

“Where do you think you’re going??” they laugh, almost nuzzling into his neck as they tease him. They’re so damn bold, it’s like they’re trying to make him blush. “The night’s not over yet! Don’t you want to spend more time together?”

He doesn’t know what to say. He never knows what to say when the snakes aren’t around… it’s so much easier to talk through them than it is to talk as himself.

If one of them says something wrong, he can play it away as their personality. He’s not the one speaking, he’s translating for them. Without any of them, he has no such excuse if he screws up.

So when he does speak, his voice as himself is quiet. “… You’re not bored of me?”

(Name) chuckles. “Bored, you think? No, I like you. I just thought maybe you were getting bored, just sitting and talking and holding hands.”

“Oh… no. No, it’s fine. I don’t mind that.”

“Yeah? Well, what about something more fun?”

Huh. He’s not sure how to take that, honestly. What do they have in mind? Everything he thinks about, any possibility, is so… improper. They’re all things he’s never done, and surely they can’t want to do any of that with him. “Like…?”

They grin, then let go of him and gesture over toward their bed. “Well, we did say after that first match that we ought to do it again, right? How about it?”

… Oh, thank God, they just thought he might like to wrestle again. Still, that’s just as intimate an activity as the other things he was thinking they’d suggest. And yet… it wasn’t bad at all the first time around.

He doesn’t even really think he wants to win. Far as he’s concerned, he’s fine just sitting or lying there letting (Name) hold him however they want.

So without a word, he nods, and steps over toward the bed. “How should I―?”

“Coming in hot!” is all the warning he gets before they run toward him. It only takes a second before they’re both on the bed, predictably with Snake beneath (Name) trying to writhe free.

Despite the absence of any real incentive to get out, he finds that it’s a bit boring if he doesn’t at least give it an attempt. Lying there doing nothing would be boring for the both of them.

They’re smiling above him, looking down at him like they think he’s acting in some kind of funny way. “Ah! You want me to try it like I did before? I can do that and you can try to get away… I remember you had some problems trying to get out! Maybe it’ll help make you stronger.”

Just in case, the back of his mind whispers unbidden. You need to be stronger. In case something bad happens. And if you get stronger, and you know how to get out of tight situations, you can help everyone.

“Y… yes…” he mutters. “Sure.”

So there they go, practically flipping him over so that he’s on his stomach. The entire time he’s trying to squirm out from under them, but they’re nothing if not powerful enough to keep him where they want him.

Almost in a repeat of what happened the first time, they reach down to coil their arms under his. Their hands press against his neck, fingers flush against that tender spot that would make most people panic. Hands around that area mean that one’s neck could be easily snapped. He feels like he should be scared… and he’s not.

He trusts (Name). They’re not actually going to hurt him. They’re just trying to help, and they’re both enjoying themselves in the process.

“C’mon, Snake.” Their voice is almost an encouraging coo as they press themself into him, like a constrictor. (It makes sense. As much as they like to pretend otherwise sometimes, he doesn’t think they have a lick of true venom to speak of.) “I’ve got you pretty good now. I’m not really using all my strength, but I’m not going easy on you either. You just have to focus!”

Their weight bears down on him, even though he knows they wouldn’t hurt him. It’s very clear they know their own strength, so they’re being careful despite what they’re doing.

And just like before, rather than terrify him ― or even motivate him into getting free ― it makes him feel secure. That’s just what small spaces and being squeezed and pressed in on are like for him. There’s no worry, no sense of claustrophobia. He prefers this to being free or open spaces. He prefers to be held.

Even if that means he’s technically submitting to someone else. It doesn’t bother him, not like this. (In other situations it might. Not here. Not with them.)

He tries his best, though. He makes a valiant effort to struggle out of their embrace, with their arms hooking around him, pushing his head back in an effort to loosen their fingers.

However, it’s pretty well out of his hands. His own muscles are lithe and delicate, no match for theirs. There’s no way he can get out of this hold entirely, even though he’s able to just barely slide one arm out of their grip.

There’s no real hope of escape. So just like the first time, Snake lets himself go limp against (Name)’s chest.

“Awww…” That giggle of theirs makes up for the embarrassment he feels at not being able to get free. With his face against the bed as he tries to catch his breath, he can feel their lips brush against his temple. “You did okay! Don’t worry, love, we’ll build your stamina up.”

He lets out a soft groan, feeling sore already even though he really didn’t do all that much. It would be perfect if he could just… rest right here. Maybe for the entire night. Maybe with their arms still around him. “You want to… do this… again?”

They drop the hold, to his disappointment… but then they slide their arms round his waist as if they intend to cuddle him till morning. “Ah? Don’t you?”

… Oh. Well.

Maybe.

#blitzdragonking #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Snake #scenario #romantic #drama #action #fluff #aaaaaaaa sweet boy he deserves the world <3 #one hell of a queue

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hallelujahmeatgod · 3 years

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU PRANK THEM TELLING THEM YOU DON’T WANT TO SHARE A STRAW

+warning/s: There’s really none, just cursing is all.

+word count: 2227

+note: The characters are very random because they’re the first ones I had an idea for. I want to write for the other ones too, so please do tell me what you guys think about this one.

KUROO

"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide from shock.

"I said, grab another straw if you want to take a sip of my drink. I don't want to share a straw." I said, as calmly as I can, immediately looking away from him. Because Lord knows I just want to laugh at his dumbfounded face right now.

He gave me a sarcastic laugh. A laugh that says "are you serious right now?"

I raised a brow at him acting like I don't have a clue as to why he's acting the way he is.

And that was the last straw for him.

"So you literally shove your tongue down my throat and you wouldn't share a straw with me? What's that about?" He said angrily, looking at me with daggers in his eyes.

I laughed and instantly covered his mouth, looking around at the café. "Bitch, shut your mouth. I was just playing with you." I whisper-yelled, while trying to control my laughter.

He rolled his eyes and snatched away my drink. Muttering a "not funny" under his breath, as I continue laughing at him.

KIYOOMI

"Can I try yours?" Omi asked calmly.

I nodded, but before he could grab my drink I pulled it back a bit. "Oh-- can you not use my straw though?" I said as innocently as I can.

He rolled his eyes at me then scoffed. I thought he's actually gonna get riled up, but that's until he said "Brave of you to assume that I'll share a straw with you."

I gave him a dumb look. What?

He raised his brows at me, a sly smirk making its way to his lips. "I'm literally afraid of all kinds of germs, and you are no exception."

Did I really just forget that I'm in a relationship with a germaphobe?

"Whatever" I said, pouting.

I handed him a new straw but then he gave me a look of disgust.

Can I be any more disgusting to this guy?

"Now you're trying to give me a plastic straw? You turtle murderer! Get that animosity away from me." He said, as he dramatically whipped a metal one from his bag.

Just how many does he have in his bag?

"Now, repent from your sins and start using this babe."

BOKUTO

"WHAT?!" His dramatic ass yelled.

"Sit your ass down, right now!" I ordered like a mom.

I pulled him back beside me on the couch as he looked at me sadly.

"What do you mean we can't share a straw? We kiss all the time though and we share more saliva doing that than just sharing a straw." He pouted.

Which is so cute that I had to stop myself from just pinching his cheeks and hugging him.

"I just don't want to share a straw today, okay? Just get another one. I have some in one of the drawers in the kitchen." I said, scrolling through my phone so that it'll seem like it's not a big deal.

I kept on scrolling, but then I realized after a while that he's still beside me.

When I looked at him, I KID YOU NOT, there's tears welling on his eyes threatening to fall. His lips even quivering as he tried holding back the tears.

I instantly held his face and pulled him close. "Oh my, Bo, what's wrong?"

When asked he became more emotional and the tears finally fell. "You wouldn't share a straw with me." He said, sobbing. So I pulled him into a hug.

"Bo, stop crying. I was literally just joking, no need to cry you big baby." I said, chuckling lightly as I ruffled his hair.

He instantly pulled away, looking at me expectantly. "Huh? You're not for real? I can use your straw? You're not disgusted?" He asked and I nodded, giving him a warm smile.

He jumped at me and gave me a bear hug. "I don't like that joke though" He said, pulling away enough so he could look at me.

"I'm sorry, Bo. I won't do it again."

"YAYYYYYY!" He exclaimed, as snot trickled down from his nose. This kid.

"Let's wipe that snot away first though before you come close to my straw, yeah?"

OIKAWA

(Now this is about to turn into a soap opera. Everyone knows this dude is the queen of all drama queens)

"Tooru, baby, use another straw." I said, not even sparing him a glance. Eyes focused on the anime we’re watching.

No reply. No reaction. No movements for a solid moment.

Eventually, he sighed then stood up. I heard him shuffling around so I thought he's actually gonna grab a straw for himself. Y'know, be compliant for once?

But since we're talking about a professional drama queen here, that obviously isn't happening. Duh.

"28th of August, in the year of the Lord. It's a warm afternoon, an afternoon filled with sunlight. Everything's bright, sunny, and happy. But just as everything is fitting into place, everything turned dark '' He monologues, standing at my balcony.

Oh Lord, save me.

"It is on that one afternoon, that Oikawa Tooru's heart has been shattered into million little pieces. It's shattered so good that no glue, not even E6000 glue, can put it back together." He continued, fake crying. Looking back at me once in a while to see if I'm looking at his drama. Then just exaggerating even more, putting his all into it.

I rolled my eyes at him, completely done with him.

"I thought there was love. I thought we felt the same way, that we're on the same page. But I was greatly mistaken! Nothing's fine. I'm torn. I'm all out of faith and this is how I feel. I'm cold and I'm ashamed, not lying naked on the floor-- but I'll think about it. Illusions never change into something real--"

"DUMBASS JUST TAKE A FUCKING SIP. JUST SHUT UP"

And that's all that needs to be said. He darted towards me and easily drank half of my drink, cuddling next to me.

"Now is that hard? It isn't right?" He teased, which earned him a solid smack on the head.

ASAHI

"Grab another straw for you to use, Asahi" I called out to him as he stood up to get some more snacks after he announced that he wanted to try my drink.

"What did I do this time?" He asked quietly when he got back, dropping the snacks on the table.

"What do you mean? Did you do anything?" I asked him back.

He crouched down in front of me so we're at eye level. "You just told me to use another straw. So what did I do, woman?"

At this I immediately broke into a fit of laughter, which made him confused yet concerned.

"You're scaring me right now babe."

"Ohhh~ Asahi, you really are too precious."

"Are you being sarcastic right now? Is that you getting more angry at me for whatever reason? Wait! Are you actually angry at me? What did I do--"

"YO! Breathe." I clamped a hand on his mouth. "Who said I was angry?"

"Well you don't wanna share a straw so I'm assuming you hate me right now" He shrugged.

I ruffled his hair and lightly pinched his cheek.

"I was just messing with you, so no need to be a panic mess." I reassured, caressing his face ever so softly.

His face instantly calmed as he leaned onto my hand. "Don't do that. You know I panic easily over the smallest things. I was about to have a heart attack." he pouted.

I kissed his cheek and offered him my drink, and he happily took a sip.

"Wait till Daichi hears this" I chuckled, earning a groan from him as he hid his face from me.

KAGEYAMA

I'm getting so impatient.

Impatient for Kageyama to ask for a sip of my drink so I can mess with him.

Why wouldn't he just ask? He kept on eyeing it yet still wouldn't ask for a sip.

"You know, eyeing my drink like that wouldn't make you taste it. If you want a sip, get another straw." I said as if I don't care, when in reality I'm watching his every move and expression.

His eyes then diverted from the drink to me, raising a brow. What's he raising his brow for?

"Bold of you to assume I'd like any of that." He said lazily.

Me=Jaw dislocated.

I looked at him not knowing what to say. What does he mean?

"Huh?" Was all my dumbass could muster.

"As if I'd drink that '' He said, sticking out his tongue in disgust. He took a sip from his milk and smiled, completely satisfied. "I'm all good with my milk, it makes my bones stronger. You can close your mouth now."

"B-but you kept on eyeing it"

"Yeah I did. Cause I was asking myself how someone can even consider that a drink."

USHIJIMA

"Can I please have a small sip of your drink? That seems like a new flavor I have yet to try. So if you don't mind." Ushijima asked beside me, looking straight into my eyes as he did so.

Does he really have to be this serious and proper asking for a sip?

I'll never understand how his robotic self works, but I still love it though. I actually find it cute, so it took a lot from me to not break character.

"Sure thing. Just get yourself a new straw." I said, pushing my drink towards him.

I can see he's quite surprised by that since he didn't just do it right away. He gave me a look but then again didn't really say anything. He stood up from our booth and went to get a new straw.

I almost facepalmed when he did so, but then again what was I expecting? That he'd go crazy over it? That he'd have a big reaction? This is Ushijima we're talking about. The only time you'll see a big reaction from him is when that kid Hinata goes head to head with him or when he sees Oikawa CAUSE WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU ATTEND SHIRATORIZAWA, DUMMY!

Ushijima is very simple and calm, so he doesn't make a fuss about things easily.

When he got back he just silently put his straw in and took a sip. "That's quite good but not as good as the one you always get." He said honestly. Typical Ushijima.

We were silent for a little bit. Usually I'd be talking his ears off by now with all the gossip I've found out. But I'm still a tiny bit down because of his lack of reaction.

"You're weird today" He said out of the blue.

"What?" I asked, choking a bit from my drink.

Lost. That's what I am. He doesn't really blurt out things like that. I mean, yeah, if he finds something weird, mostly if you're asking him about it he'll say it's weird. But he doesn't really just blurt it out the way he just did.

"You never had problems sharing with me. You don't mind me biting into your food, drinking from your bottle, making me eat the ice cream when you only want the cone, yet you made me get a new straw. It's just new, I guess. That's why it's kind of weird."

He said calmly and I can tell that he's genuinely calm. Like he isn't trying to be calm or he's mad deep down. He's simply sharing his thoughts.

"So you did notice." I pouted. He looked at me and nodded for me to continue talking. "I was actually just doing this thing I saw on YouTube, telling your boyfriend you don't wanna share a straw."

"Oh" He nodded in understanding. "No wonder you're weird today. You'd never do that." He actually said in a very humorous tone, with a small smile on his face.

I beamed and sat closer to him, resting my head on his arm. "Sorry for that."

He shook his head and gave me head pats. "It's fine. And of course I'd notice, I prefer it when you share with me, it makes me feel closer to you. And you've always been sweet to me even though I can't do it well, so I instantly caught on to it."

"You're sweet in your own unique way, more than you realize, Ushi" I said, smiling at him. He returned the smile with an even bigger one. My heart is about to burst, it's not everyday I see this guy grin like this. This smile might be a small one to others but for me this is a whole ass beam!

"Can we share properly now?" He asked, very VERY cutely. It almost brought tears to my eyes. And when I say cutely I mean him just looking at me seriously. In conclusion whatever this giant does I find cute, okay? I'm whipped and I'll even write it on my forehead if I have to.

"By all means"

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do!

Context provided, don’t worry babes

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods)

“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know)

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?”

His morning voice was... nice.

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little

(It wasn’t subtle)

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything.

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.”

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.”

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo

But he was NOT about to lose

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.”

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face

“I win.”

“Eat a dick, Seven.”

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!”

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!”

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!”

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more

You bit your lip

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.”

“Bold of you to assume--”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Wish granted ;)

Yoosung

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt.

But... you decided not to say anything.

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!”

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol

Cuz he had a LOT of it

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.”

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice”

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung??

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!”

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?!

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all.

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong.

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?”

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool.

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?”

You nodded, exasperated.

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace.

“’nother one.”

He obliged, pouring another glass for you.

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly.

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form

You laughed, it all seemed to funny

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers.

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you.

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes

You were alone.

Yoosung.

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...”

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?”

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.”

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee”

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.”

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight.

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~”

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.”

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--”

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me”

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?”

You giggled back, shaking your head

“Liar.”

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee”

“No!”

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him

You pouted, “That’s no fun.”

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff”

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.”

“S-stop..” He said through the door.

“Please?”

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help.

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were.

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me”

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!”

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!”

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?”

“I didn’t think it through that far.”

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you.

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret.

At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet.

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed.

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself.

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out

Looking at you again, he sighed.

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.”

Jumin

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.”

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again.

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?”

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.”

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!”

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan.

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.”

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!”

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant”

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?”

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?”

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?”

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!”

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!”

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!”

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.”

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!”

“What other explanation is there?”

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart.

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours.

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat.

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you.

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt.

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants.

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.”

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore.

Zen

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.”

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?”

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling.

“I love you, Zen. So much.”

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...”

You laughed shyly, “yeah..”

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.”

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!”

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.”

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not.

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.”

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?”

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep.

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently.

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare.

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you. - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended.

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?”

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.”

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash.

“Y/N?!”

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!”

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time.

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness -

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes.

“How long was I out..?”

“For a few minutes.”

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER.

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern.

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.”

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes.

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?”

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.”

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!”

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.”

“There’s still a diagnosis?!”

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor.

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.”

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!”

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears)

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right?

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strange-lace · 3 years

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Macaque

I was in the mood to make more content for Inverted AU, so here’s a short-ish fic of how episode 9 would go in this AU with Macaque, Wukong, and MK! Enjoy the shadowpeach!

Another demon defeated but still no sign of Sun Wukong. Macaque let out a sigh before rolling his shoulders to bring relief to tense muscles. Oh well, he'll just have to keep looking, not like he hasn't been at it for years now. At least this city he wandered to was quite nice with pleasant people, nothing too out there aside from demon attacks.

"Hey! Hey you! Shadow monkey man!" Macaque wouldn't deny that the sudden voice made him jump, considering he was on top of a pretty tall building. Apparently not tall enough to stop the young man from climbing up the side, somewhat out of breath yet that didn't deter from the determined look on his face. He simply brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and adjusted his teal backpack, which looked surprisingly heavy. Macaque couldn’t help but be somewhat curious as to what was in that thing.

Wait was that the Monkey King's staff in his hands?

Indeed it was, he'd recognize that weapon anywhere.

“Ah, you must be the Monkie Kid I’ve been hearing so much about, am I right?” That got him a look of suspicion before the young man also seemed to remember the staff in his hands, causing him to let out an amused huff at his own paranoia.

“Yeah, the staff kind of gives it away, don’t it? Name’s MK though. Now whomst is you? Most of the time, demons who ask me who I am are five seconds away from trying to kill me.” Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that, already finding that he was starting to like this little guy and his attitude. Perhaps if a person like MK was chosen to wield Wukong’s staff, then perhaps that meant his love had finally started turning things around for the better. Maybe it meant he finally stopped being someone he wasn’t all for the sake of keeping a memory alive.

“The name’s Macaque, though, the Six-Eared Macaque is actually my full name. But what brings you up here exactly bud? I doubt you’d climb up this high just for anybody.” MK’s face showed that he wanted to argue that point out of principle before remembering his purpose for coming up here.

“Simple, teach me.”

Wait what?

“What what?” MK scoffed at the question.

“I want you to teach me to fight, like how you fought that demon back there. I don’t intend on leaving you alone until you do and that is a threat!” Macaque didn’t doubt that he meant it that way and could very easily follow through on that. Sensing he wasn’t going to get out of this, he let out a sigh before giving MK a smile.

“You sure your mentor won’t have a problem with me teaching you?”

“Bold of you to assume Wukong’s disapproval will stop me.”

“Well alright then, I think we’re gonna get along just fine, bud.”

---

“I see what you’re trying to do, you’re afraid of holding back and giving your enemy the opportunity to win. But the first strike isn’t the most important one. Every strike counts. Other people may tell you that patience and focus don’t matter but a fool allows himself to rush without restraint. While you have power inside you, you have to use it carefully. Take the power to defend others, not just destroy those who stand in your way. You’re not a weapon kid, you wield the weapon above all else.”

---

It started with a fairly innocent question from MK after one of their training sessions, him slowly going through a water bottle given to him by Macaque while the monkey made them something to eat. He needed a distraction to stop himself from taking over the cooking, years of feeding others making him feel guilt the moment someone else took over.

“So Mac, how exactly do you know the Monkey King?” To his credit, Macaque only fumbled the slightest bit at that sudden question and was able to save the plate before it crashed to the floor.

“Oh um well… funny thing about that is, well… we used to be together actually. Like y’know… together-together,” he explained while he plated their food, wincing internally at how awkward he sounded. With his back towards MK, Macaque didn’t notice him go tense and grip the couch arm so tightly that the wood underneath cracked at the pressure.

“Used to be together, huh? What happened?” Macaque couldn’t help but shiver at the chill which traveled down his spine. MK’s voice was perfectly even and calm yet he was filled with an overwhelming fear that warned him to not turn around and remain perfectly still until the danger passed.

His ears twitched at the sound of sparks behind him, magic power permeating through the air.

“I… I messed up honestly. We had an argument about something, I don’t even remember what it was so long ago. But I had to leave to just get some space and air before I said something I’d regret, something I couldn’t take back. It was only meant to be a couple hours but some stuff out of my control happened and by the time I got back… Wukong was gone. I had been looking for him for centuries after that and then… well then you found me.”

“What, you hoped getting on my good side would mean that you’d win the Monkey King back?” His tone promised nothing good if Macaque kept digging himself a deeper hole.

“No! No, nothing like that at all. I don’t expect Pe-...Wukong to take me back or anything like that. I just… wanted the chance to apologize to him is all. If he wants anything to do with me afterwards, then I want that to be his choice. Nothing more, I swear.”

MK remained silent behind him before the sudden tension in the air dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Macaque let out a sigh of relief, slowly turning around to see MK still sitting on his couch, placing the staff back in his ear nonchalantly.

“Fair enough, sounds like you both were just idiots who don’t know how to communicate. If you actually intended on using me to get to the Monkey King, you’d have actually mentioned him during our training and yet you haven’t. And you can’t lie to save your life anyway. Just don’t be an idiot again alright? Monkey King… Wukong, he’s a mess and I don’t think he could handle thinking he’s been abandoned again.”

Macaque could feel his heart break at the idea that his Peaches, his love, thought that he had left permanently. He wanted nothing more than to run to him now and make things right. But that was Wukong’s decision to make, nobody else’s.

The two ate their food in silence after that.

---

Sun Wukong may have supposedly “lost his edge” but he was by no means dense or oblivious.

And while he was certainly happy about his successor’s vast improvement over the past couple weeks, a part of him sensed something was off. Like his successor was hiding something from him. And those moves he watched MK use to absolutely demolish the old mural, the Monkey King swore he had seen them before.

But it couldn’t possibly be. He hadn’t seen him in centuries. Not since he… left, like everyone else.

“I’m impressed, my boy! Tell me, how did you do that? Have you been seeing another mentor perhaps?” Wukong asked, his typically serene smile straining the slightest bit at the idea of his son student learning from someone who wasn’t him. The sensible part of his brain was gently poking at him, reminding him that it seemed silly to get upset about such a thing as, if anything, MK had appeared significantly calmer during their training compared to when they started. This could be a good thing, it told him.

Yet it was silenced by the majority of his brain which ran on fatherly protectiveness and had immediately been plagued by images of the worst case scenario. A demon had approached MK, promising him to make him stronger while also poisoning his student as a bid to turn him against the Monkey King before stealing his powers or, Heavens forbid, harming him.

No, Wukong refused to even allow a chance of that happening, logic and reasoning be damned.

“Hey, you’re the one always going on about ‘patience and focus’, I’m just finally putting what you said into practice,” MK answered, the picture of being casual which only set off further alarm bells within Wukong’s head. But before he could question him further, MK’s phone dinged to tell him of a new text message which he quickly read over, his eyes widening slightly at the message.

“Welp, looks like I gotta cut things short for now Wukong, something came up and I gotta head out. See ya later! Don’t forget to eat something tonight and sleep, I will know if you don’t.” And with that, MK was off through the hole he had created in the wall where the mural was before the Monkey King could get a word in edgewise.

Wukong waited long enough to allow MK to get a reasonable distance away before transforming into a bird, flying after his successor.

Something fishy was going on and the Monkey King was determined to find out what it was.

---

“Why exactly are we climbing up to this giant mountain again Mac?” MK wheezed, hating to admit it but this hike had genuinely winded him despite all his training. He had immediately gone to Macaque’s place the moment he got his text only to be told to follow the six-eared demon, leading them to where they were now.

“Well, consider this your ‘final exam’ bud! I want you to use everything I’ve taught you to fight against me, no holding back. Think you can do that?” MK couldn’t help the twitch at the corners of his mouth at the sight of Macaque’s genuine excitement as he explained, all six ears twitching while his tail was wagging like a dog. A demon who was centuries old and had fought countless powerful demons had no right looking that endearing, but here MK was looking with his own two eyes.

MK gave a chuckle before straightening himself out, wordlessly pulling the staff out his ear.

“You sure you’re comfortable getting your ass kicked by me, Mac?” With a smirk, Macaque summoned his own weapon in a flash of purple with the beginning of two shadow clones pooling at his feet. They shyly peeked from the ground from behind their master.

“Oho, a couple training sessions with me for a month and you think you have what it takes to defeat me, bud? Well then, bring it Monkie Kid!” MK didn’t hesitate to charge forward with Macaque mirroring him, weapons at the ready and adrenaline already running through their veins.

“Enough!”

A sudden force landed in between them with enough force to send them both flying backwards.

MK and Macaque recovered in time to see who decided to interrupt their duel.

Both of their hearts nearly stopped at the sight of the enraged Monkey King but for vastly different reasons.

“You have 5 seconds to explain yourself for trying to harm my-” Wukong’s rage quickly deflated as the dust cleared enough for him to truly see who it was he had thought was attacking MK. “Mango Flower?”

“Um… hello again, Peach Blossom. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Macaque joked, voice weak as he restrained himself from acting out of bounds even if he wanted nothing more than to gather the other into his arms. It had been so long, far too long.

He nearly broke at the sight of tears beginning to form in Wukong’s eyes.

His resolve finally shattered as the Monkey King ran towards him, arms outstretched, and before Macaque knew it his legs were moving on their own. The wind was knocked out of him at how tight Wukong squeezed him yet he returned the embrace back with gusto, ignoring the groaning of his ribs. He simply buried his face into the other’s fur, the smell of peaches still there even after all these years. Faintly, Macaque realized he was also crying once he felt a wetness on his cheeks.

Macaque let out a squeak in surprise as Wukong picked him up in the hug and spun him around, the sound of his laughter echoing throughout the mountain. The sight of such unabashed joy on his face was enough to make the six-eared demon to start laughing too, joy contagious in the best of ways.

MK would deny it unless under the threat of death but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two monkeys get lost in their own little world. It made the guilt which nagged at his chest at having to manipulate the two to make this meeting happen ease up, seeing how happy the two were.

“It’s been so long…” Wukong whispered as he placed Macaque back on his feet, gently cradling his face as if afraid that if he stopped touching the other, that he’d disappear again. “But, why are you here? I had thought that you hated me, isn’t that why you…” Macaque went stiff in shock before taking the Monkey King’s hands into his own.

“What? No! If anything, I thought you hated me for leaving instead of talking things out and that’s why you were gone when I came back. I always intended on coming back to you Peaches, I swear on it.” Wukong’s eyes went wide at that, extremely close to crying again a second time that day. “I had been looking for you for centuries now to apologize.”

And now the warm feeling was gone, leaving MK to bite down on his staff to stop himself from screaming at how much those two had failed at the simple of communication.

“We’ve both been absolutely foolish, haven’t we?” Wukong couldn’t help but laugh at it all, which only worsened as he noticed all six of Macaque’s ears turn red in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I guess we have been-” His words were cut off as the Monkey King grabbed his scarf, pulling him into a sudden kiss that made Macaque jolt in surprise before he practically melted into the other’s arms. A purr rumbled in his chest and neither noticed their tails wind around each other.

The sound of MK clearing his throat, loudly, was enough to get them to break apart in embarrassment.

“If you two are done being romantic idiots, I have to beat the shit out of Macaque to prove that I’m better than him. I mean ace my ‘final exam’.” The grin on his face showed that he was lying through his teeth.

“Don’t think I forgot about all your trash talking, young man. How about it Peach Blossom? You willing to go all out with me and the kid?”

Wukong’s face was the epitome of ‘Every part of my body wants to say yes but I shouldn’t.’ He was already terrible at saying no to MK and now with Macaque’s endearingly earnest face, he knew he was done for, at least with these two working together now.

“...Oh alright.”

The two mutual cheers at his agreement made Wukong feel slightly less guilty in letting his lessons go for a brief moment. But not completely.

But that was okay, Wukong was used to living with constant guilt.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #inverted au #shadowpeach #mk #macaque #sun wukong #my writing #fanfiction

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happyandticklish · 3 years

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Disarming Your Demons

Notes: Okay, so I’m only halfway through Jujutsu Kaisen, but I had an idea and I had to write it down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna write anything else for it until I actually finish the show, but I said that before and now this exists, so who knows really.

Summary: Itadori discovers a new method to deal with misbehaving curses.

Sharing a body with a thousand-year-old curse could have its downfalls, something Itadori was quickly becoming familiar with. Though he could control it most of the time, it was difficult, and took a strain on his mind and body. He put on a brave face afterwards, insisting that it was no big deal, but the truth was anything but. Sukuna’s ability to switch out with him was growing stronger, and the exhaustion was setting in faster now with each time Itadori wrestled back control over his body. In the heat of battle was one thing, edged on by desperation and the will to keep his friends alive. But it was the other times, when Itadori was tired and vulnerable and fully unprepared to battle his literal inner demons, that he regretted the lifestyle most.

Say, for instance, in his dorm room, half-asleep and dreary from a battle earlier that day.

“Hello again.”

Switching out with Sukuna was strange. He didn’t feel it in a physical sense, no pain or sensation inflicted upon him. One moment he was in his body, and the next he was trapped, a helpless bystander to the other’s will.

“You know, it’s awfully bold of those teachers of yours to leave you all alone like this at night.” Sukuna stood, stretching his arms above his head in satisfaction. “Do they really put so much stock in you to assume you’d be able to fight me, like this?”

“Sukuna.” Itadori’s voice was inaudible to anyone who might be passing by, an aimless thought floating around in his consciousness, but he knew the other could hear him nonetheless. “Give me back my body!”

“Please,” Sukuna dismissed, waving one hand as he strolled around the dorm, examining objects with a vague curiosity. “After you used me earlier? I’m growing rather tired of this dynamic, you know. Only ever summoning me when you need your friend healed, or a new big baddie rears its odious head. Then, afterwards, you hide me away without so much as a thank you.”

“I do appreciate your help,” Itadori started carefully, trying to keep his tone neutral. It was difficult though, when the other could easily read his true thoughts. “But you can’t expect me to simply hand my body over like some kind of puppet. I know what your true intentions are, and I won’t let you harm my friends or anyone else.”

“Oh, of course not, not heroic, selfless Itadori.” He placed a hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open with one hand. “I wonder what would happen if I went to pay them a little visit now?”

“No!”

“Oh? Don’t like that, do you. Then why don’t you do something about it? Force me back, take over your body once more.” Sukuna chuckled dryly, pausing in the doorway. “If you can, that is. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the toll this is taking on you. Do you really think you have the strength to best me now, when you’re tired and weak from battle?”

Itadori tried, he really did. He knew he had to do this, but Sukuna was right. In his current state, he could hardly focus enough to remain present enough to speak to the other, let alone reclaim his physical form. With his last remaining willpower, he managed to gather enough strength to take control of one arm before he found himself blocked by the other.

Sukuna’s eyes widened, and then he laughed, a throaty, derisive thing that made Itadori clench the fist he had. “One arm? Is that it? You truly are in for it now. I must say, I am impressed though. I didn’t think you had even that in you. Still, it’s no matter. I could end your world as you know it with both my hands tied behind my back. This pathetic defense is but a pebble in my path. I must thank you for the amusing display though—I needed a good laugh.”

Itadori watched helplessly as his body moved forward against his will, his mind racing as he tried to think of anything he could do in his position.

I needed a good laugh.

That was it!

Itadori would have smiled if he could use his mouth. An idea was formulating in his mind, crazy and nonsensical, but possibly just the thing he needed. It was a method that Gojo had employed once, to train him to focus on maintaining curse energy and resist distractions. He had no idea if the same thing would work on Sukuna, but seeing as he was in his body and therefore should be just as susceptible as Itadori had been, it just might work.

Sukuna stopped short as a jolt of sensation shot through him, and he snapped his head down to see his own hand squeezing his hip. “What the hell?”

“Ha! I didn’t think it would actually work!” Itadori’s voice rang out triumphant through the other’s mind as he squeezed again and again, quick and sudden so that Sukuna had no time to adjust to them. “Who knew that my own ticklishness would come in handy one day?”

“Tickli—what?” Sukuna started in confusion, but quickly slapped his other hand to his mouth to hold back… was that laughter?

He stumbled back against the wall, torn between shoving the other’s hands away and holding back the embarrassing noises leaking between his fingers. It was in times like these that he missed his four arms. It was hard enough to work with only two arms—one was impossible.

“W-What are you d-dohoing?” Sukuna grunted, trying to sound intimidating despite the silly grin quickly taking hold of his features.

“Tickling you, duh.” It was weird tickling his own body, and weirder still to have the sensation disconnected from him. He could feel the AC in the hallway on his arm, and the warmth of his hip under his hand, but that was all. It was disconcerting, but Itadori was grateful for it in this moment. He wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to continue if he could feel everything the other was feeling. He could only imagine how Sukuna was managing to stop himself from collapsing into an Itadori-sized puddle of laughter on the ground. “Haven’t you ever heard of tickling before?”

“I-Is that some k-kind of hihidden Jujutsu?” Sukuna snapped angrily, annoyed at the chuckle that had slipped into his words halfway through.

Laughter rang through his head, unhelpfully as Sukuna tried to hold back his own. “Dude, what? Of course not! Tickling is… well, it’s a human thing you know? When you lightly touch the human body, like this—” he scribbled his fingers up his sides suddenly—“They laugh! I’m not sure why though… science is still a bit iffy on that.”

Sukuna had stopped listening at this point. He had burst into panicked giggles the second Itadori touched his side, unprepared for the other’s change in strategy. Sukuna’s hand come down, wrapping around his wrist and pulling it up, away from his sides.

He drew in an exhausted breath, grinning in relief as he held the other firmly away from him. “There. Your… tickling, or whatever it is, is ineffectual now. Seems like you didn’t think this plan through, did you now?”

He was right. It was a temporary solution, but the truth was that Itadori was going to get nowhere with just one hand. Which was why…

Sukuna’s eyes widened as he felt a sudden pull at his person once more. His body was rebelling, and he fought back, trying to push back at Itadori’s attempt to switch back. He was getting stronger now, and Itadori was still weak, so it should be nothing to keep control from the brat. What he hadn’t expected was for Itadori to focus all his energy on reclaiming a single part of his body, leaving Sukuna unprepared for the concentrated force. He felt his fingers slipping on his wrist, his left arm losing connection just like the first one had.

“No!” Sukuna growled, but it was too late. Both arms were lost to him now, and he knew if Itadori could, he would be smirking.

“Yes,” Itadori countered. Surprisingly enough, he kept his one arm raised. He lowered the other one, poising his fingers under his arms and wiggling them in the air threateningly. “I remember this always being one of my worst spots. Unfortunately for you, I’m afraid.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in confusion, but before he could say anything he was stopped by the sensation of nails gently spidering under his arm. It was a slow, unhurried process, that never missed its mark. Instinct shot through him like a bullet and Sukuna attempted to bring his arm down protectively. He was stopped by the other’s remaining control of the limb, which kept it raised exposed and vulnerable over his head. It didn’t help that Itadori hadn’t worn a shirt to bed the previous night, so Itadori had full access to his bare torso.

Sukuna spluttered over a laugh, a hysterical cackling that only grew in desperation as time went on. Sparks flurried through him, his stomach erupting with what felt like millions of butterflies all taking off at the same time. It was impossible to explain how unbearable the feeling was, and Sukuna wondered how humans lived with such a weakness on their body all this time.

“A-Ahaha, stahahahap, eh, gah, stahahahap i-ihihit!” Sukuna’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut as a wild grin danced along his features. “Y-Yohohou irritahahating b-brahat!”

“Intense, right?” Itadori asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice. “If only you had chosen a less ticklish vessel. You’re in for it now, though. I got to be honest, it’s kind of funny seeing a bigshot curse like you writhing around like a worm on a hook.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Sukuna demanded, though it came out far more giggly than he would have liked. He couldn’t concentrate like this, couldn’t even begin to start to try to reclaim his arms. He needed him to move his hand, maybe back to his hips, or somewhere else, anywhere else. He wasn’t sure if the rest of this body was less ticklish, only that he needed Itadori to move away from that spot.

“Not a chance,” Itadori scoffed. “This is way too much fun! Of course, you could always stop me. Just switch back and the tickling won’t affect you anymore; it’s that easy.”

“L-Lihihike hehehell Ihihihihi wihihihill!” He was slipping now, his body sliding down the wall in an attempt to get away. Unfortunately, you can’t run away from yourself, and those wiggling fingers followed him all the way down. “Cuhuhut ihihit ohohout wihihihith thahahat sphohohot!”

“Why?” Itadori asked innocently, loving this a bit too much for his own good. But could he really help it when he was given such a perfect oppurtunity for revenge? “Does it tickle too much for the big bad curse?”

Sukuna was going to kill him. Then, once he was sure the pest was well and truly dead, he was going to bring him back to life so he could kill him all over again. Right now, however, his focus was only on those devastating nails, light, barely-there touches that had his mind reeling. When his fingers traveled a bit too high, skittering at the top of his armpits, he finally gave in. “Yehehehes, ohohokay, ihihit tihihihickles, ohohor whahahatever y-yohou cahahalled ihihit! Sohohomewhehere ehehelse!”

“Are you sure you want me to go somewhere else?” Itadori questioned teasingly, circling the area with just one finger. Sukuna ducked his chin into his chest, unable to hold back the flood of giggles that caused. “Really sure?”

“Y-Yohohou, ahaha, yohou lihihittle—”

“Okay, okay.” Itadori moved his hand away, pulling his other arm down. Sukuna exhaled in relief, an exhausted grin still dancing on his features. Unfortunately, Itadori noticed. “Hey, don’t relax just yet. I’m not done with you. After all, you still haven’t given me back my body, have you?”

“What the hell—noHOHO!” Sukuna burst into laughter anew as his arms wrapped around himself, trapping him in a tickly hug as fingers wiggled up and down his sides. “S-SHIHIHIT!”

“Regretting your words yet?”

Sukuna thrashed wildly, howling as he doubled over in a useless attempt to protect himself. The snarky remarks were gone now, so completely was he lost to his own laughter. His skin twitched and goosebumps scattered up his sides, a helpless reaction to the playful tickling.

Because it was playful. Despite everything, he could tell that Itadori was having fun with this. And maybe, just maybe, the other was too. His insides felt warm and fuzzy in a way they hadn’t in a while, his laughter peaking between desperation and silly giggles. It was strangely addicting to give in like this, allowing the tickling to consume his thoughts and blur out any remaining negativity.

It was… nice.

“I-IIHIHITADORI!” His head was thrown back, a hearty flush spreading across his cheeks and warming his skin. “I-IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!”

“You know how to stop this,” Itadori reminded him. “Just switch back and the tickling stops.”

Sukuna fell back on the floor, unable to hold himself up against the relentless tickling. He let out a frankly embarrassing squeak, the sensations breaking through the last of his revolve. And finally, at last, he caved in.

With a start, Itadori felt the other ducking back into himself, releasing his body in the process. He stopped wiggling his fingers, sitting up slowly as he regained control of himself once more. He was sweaty and exhausted, like he’d just ran a marathon, and he could feel that familiar floating sensation in the pit of his stomach that came with being tickled.

“Damn brat,” Sukuna complained from inside him, and Itadori smiled fondly. He would have to remember this method for next time.

“What the hell?”

Itadori startled as a voice shot through his thoughts, and he glanced up to see Megumi standing in the hallway. He was still in pajamas, and his hair was sticking out in several directions. The look on his face implied he’d just woken up. The two made eye contact, Megumi taking in Itadori’s flushed features and his sprawled position on the floor.

Megumi furrowed his brows in confusion. “Itadori? I heard a noise and I thought… are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” Itadori dismissed, sitting up slowly. “I was… sleep-walking. Yeah, that’s it. Just a weird dream, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Megumi continued to stare at him for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to believe the other. Finally, he sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “Alright. If you say so. Just keep it down next time, will you? Some of us are actually trying to sleep.”

Itadori threw the other a hearty thumbs-up, grinning innocently. “Will do!”

Megumi frowned, but eventually disappeared back into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Itadori stood up fully, his legs a little shaky from the previous tickling, and decided to do the same. It was the middle of the night after all—sleep was probably in order. However, as he turned the knob to shut the door behind him, he heard a voice loud and clear in his head.

“Sleep tonight, young sorcerer, and get your rest. Because tomorrow—” a sudden pinch to his side as Sukuna wrestled control of his hand—“it’s your turn.”

Itadori regained control almost instantly, and his hand was his again as though nothing had happened. He smiled nervously, not doubting the other’s words for a minute.

And as he got into bed that night, pulling the covers tight around himself, he found he couldn’t wait.

#tickling #tickle fic #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #yuji itadori #fanfiction

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hello-nichya-here · 2 years

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You are addicted to mentally and emotionally self harming yourself. Also it is funny that you would call out pedophilia of characters who aren't real people but defend rape among characters who aren't real people. I hope you one day have to look rape victims in the eyes in person and explain all the vile things you say are okay.

You already dismissed them when they tried to speak up about how they were treated in prostitution and porn industry when you said they liked it.

I hope you never, ever become a therapist. The potential damage you would do to people's minds makes me cringe.

Adding big words and bold claims to a lie doesn't it make it true, it just cheapens the terms and makes people less likely to believe you when you point out actually harmful behavior because they could easily dismiss it as "they're just blowing things out of proportion yet again"

I'm not saying "Zhayu is bad, Zucest is good" I'm saying that is hypocritical as fuck of the blog you're defending to act like Zhayu is okay because it's fiction, but Zucest somehow crosses a line despite also being fiction. Either you have no reading comprehension or you're deliberating trying to lie - and ironically you're using the hypocricy of the person who is attacking me and trying to pass it off as my own to do so.

I have met rape survivors. I’ve been friends with one for years, and they were the ones who introduced to me to ASOIAF (along with all of it’s fucked up ships) as well as to a bunch of weird anime with characters that did all kinds of shit that would NOT be okay in real life. But surprise, surprise, it isn’t real life. It’s fiction. And if you tried to compare what happened to this person to what happened to “people” that are not even real, they’d punch you in the face.

Pointing out the obvious, aka “There are literally a bunch of pornstars and sex workers in general who say nothing bad happened to them, and many who HAD bad shit happen to them and still enjoy doing sex work and say that stigmatizing it does much more harm than good” is not the same as going “These people who are saying somebody raped them on camera are lying/enjoyed it.” Again, adding big words and bold claims to a lie doesn’t make it true, and if you have to take my words out of context and pretend I’m talking about X when I’m actually talking about Y it just proves that you know people wouldn’t agree with you without if you didn’t do it.

Rape victims are not a hive-mind, and you don’t get to pretend they all agree with you so you can hide behind a completely false and nonsensical claim that anyone who doesn’t share your opinions is somehow accusing them of lying.

“I hope you never, ever become a therapist” ????? Where the fuck is this coming from? Pointing out that any decent therapist will tell you that “thought crimes” aren’t a thing and that what matters is what you actually do and want to do to people, not whatever fantasy you come up with inside your head, means that I secretly wanna be everyone’s therapist now?

And that is VERY bold coming from someone who just tried to label me as a self-harming addict without having ever had an actual conversation with me AND obviously having no real understanding of what these things are, otherwise you wouldn’t be slapping these labels onto anyone who says something you don’t like. Projecting much? You and the person running the atla-confession blog (assuming you’re not just them on anon mode) seem to love doing that to me, considering how according to you guys I’m supposedly a deeply traumatized victim of [insert random non-specific traumatic experience] who is self-harming and suffering from porn addiction (If I’m a porn addict now, 18-year-old me was a straight up nymphomaniac).

#asks #tumblr fuckery #anti anti #purity culture #rape mention #pro ship #pro kink #pro fiction #fiction is not reality #fiction is not mind control

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shoichee · 3 years

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part 4: hcs dedicated to reactions: seirin (their precious lil manager going out with that scissor-wielding emperor bastard!?) and rakuzan (their captain was in love with that girl who cussed at him near the vending machine?!? ITS SO FUNNY) ++ angst where akashi gets jealous of readers teammates (IZUKI kuroko kagami furi... but mostly izuki bc point guards with eye powers) because he still feels bad about what happened and thinks he doesnt deserve her -- teiko anon

OUR LEGENDARY TEIKO ANON HAS SPOKEN OF AN EPILOGUE, alright y’all the finale FINALE 🧘🏻‍♀️ OKAY, i don’t think I hammered too hard on the angst, but enjoy the fluff and subtle crack😌

OOH, looks like another anon wants a pt. 4! :0 Since it is primarily the Teiko anon’s request, I will be prioritizing the first request, but I will combine a few aspects of this request to make a fuller headcanon epilogue! Hope everyone enjoys this! part 1 here // part 2 here // part 3 here

Akashi x Reader

Part 4: Epilogue

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

in the aftermath of the Winter Cup, your relationship with Akashi has certainly gotten much better, and dare you say, more intimate and romantic; though you were still healing a bit from the emotional scars from Teiko, they seemed to be going away faster than you realized, especially when everyone gathers for Kuroko’s birthday party

you were with Seirin, helping with the decorations and setting up the plates before Kuroko comes in the evening, but what no one expected was for him to bring in the GoMs

YOU’RE SHOOK AND YOU’RE BASHFUL SEEING AKASHI IN HIS WINTER ATTIRE, you’re getting MAD butterflies, but no one seems to notice because everyone’s attention is on the GoMs and Kuroko

of course Akashi was scanning the room for you first, and you immediately look away from his affectionate stare because you were still not used to the old Akashi, let alone his sweeter side for only you

Izuki notices how quiet you got and nudged your ribs with his elbow before telling a stupid pun… the thing is, you were one of the few people who genuinely found his jokes funny LOL

Akashi widens his eyes, staring at you laughing so unabashedly, and he feels really, really bad that he never got that level of a reaction from you whenever you were with him even despite knowing you for longer

now as the party goes on, Akashi is seeing your dynamics with Seirin for the first time and he’s just really grateful that you found an amazing support group during your low times; he’s not particularly someone to get jealous, but he’s getting a BAD case of FOMO because he’s thinking of all the “what-if’s” and all the times he could’ve made you happy and stress-free

“Akashi-kun?”

“Ah… yes?” Akashi snaps out of his daze to see a mild smirk coming from Kuroko on his right side, and Kuroko was about to ask a question about who he was looking at before a shout of “Watch out!” and a ceramic plate came FLYING across the table to hit the Rakuzan captain square on his face

CUE SCREAMS OF PANIC AS MOMOI PUNCHES AOMINE ON THE HEAD AND RIKO JUMPS TO STRANGLE KAGAMI, AND YOU LITERALLY ZOOMED TO HIS SIDE TO CHECK ON ANY INJURIES

see, he could’ve easily dodged it, and he supposed that it’s his fault for not paying attention and dodging on time

thankfully, the plate didn’t break because Kuroko caught the plate before it reached the floor and placed it back on the table

Akashi still has a bruise or two on his face though… and ngl, everyone gulped when they saw him checking out the injuries with a handheld mirror, ready to get their ankles broken

you were so worried over his safety, he finds it really endearing… but he wants to elicit an expression other than looks of worry or tears or anger (flashback to when you cussed him out)

“Wait, but (y/n)...” Koganei said. “Since when were you so close to Akashi that you didn’t hesitate to touch his face?”

a few moments of silence for everyone to register his words

“EHHHH?????!!!!”

everyone is throwing QUESTION after QUESTION at the two of you, and Akashi just has a neutral face with his mouth parted while you were so embarrassed LMAO

Kise being a real best friend, tells them:

“Alright, alright, everyone! Let’s not forget about the birthday boy! Kurokocchi should be the center of our attention today!”

“Kise, that’s…”

“Anywho! Let’s light up the cake and find those party poppers…”

after the party though, when you all return to school, Seirin was READY to jump on you for interrogation, and you do reluctantly tell them that you and Akashi are a tentative couple

Riko: “SERIOUSLY? I mean… that’s kinda cute though…”

Hyuuga: “I mean… yeah, as long as you’re happy, it’s none of my business.”

Teppei: “I hope he treats you well, (y/n)-san.” and of course he gives you his signature head pats

Furihata, Tsuchida, Kawahara: “??????????????????? But why?”

Koganei: “Huh, guess that explains a lot.”

Kagami: “???????????? pt. 2 LMAO” and also “What do you even see in him?” in genuine curiosity

Izuki: “ I guess you two dove into this relationship without hesitation, eh? Get it, get it? Because doves are a symbol of lo—”

“Izuki, shut the fuck up.”

“It means that you love (Ai)kashi—” [Ai means love]

“IZUKI.”

Kuroko simply pretends that this is the first time he’s heard of you dating Akashi, and he gives you his heartfelt congratulations, and as long as Kuroko approves of it, you feel like you’re on the right track (he’s such a good judge of character!)

you and Akashi actually live VERY far apart, considering that your schools are equally just as far in distance, but that being said, for our rich boy Akashi, distance isn’t much of a problem when he can easily find ways to come visit any time

he can also pay for your transportation to visit Rakuzan if you ever felt like visiting him too (although, you insist to pay for your own things, but he’s not having it because he says it’s a treat for him to see you too)

whenever Akashi stops by the Seirin campus to visit, he’s just kind of awkward standing there like the prince that he is, waiting for the perfect opportunity to walk in, but every time, he’d ALWAYS notice how you’re so happy being with everyone here, especially with Izuki, and his guilt just comes back full force again

he wonders if this was right of him to date you when there’s so much people who can easily do a better job in getting you to smile and be completely yourself, especially since he’s been the source of your anguish for all these months (maybe even a year or two if he was counting the duration of your entire crush on him that you assumed to be unrequited)

“Seijurō!” your voice rang out, beckoning him to walk towards you and the group

all of the Seirin teammates are so wary of him, and are all hyper aware of his movements LOL, and Kuroko is just like “hi, you’re back” very casually

Kagami uses this as a chance to challenge a one-on-one on Akashi

Kagami gets destroyed in a few minutes flat

the whole time you’re just watching Akashi with heart eyes, unbeknownst to him while he was focused on Kagami

after the interrogation and Akashi passing the “first stage” of acceptance, you and him find time to have a cute date at a local shopping district to walk around and sightsee

Akashi finds it fun, he really did, but there’s a part of him that thinks you’d have more fun with people who know you better… a.k.a. Izuki, or legit any other Seirin member

he’s visibly distracted by his own thoughts, and you wave a hand to his face, asking if this was too boring for him

“No, no, of course I’m enjoying this with you,” he muses, putting a gentle kiss to your temple. “Shall we get moving?”

“Something’s bothering you isn’t it.”

“No,” he chuckles, giving a gentle smile, but you only frown at him… once again he sees that you weren’t smiling at him

“I’m serious Sei, I want to get to know the real you,” you softly chastise, pinching his cheek. “So I also want you to speak your mind around me.”

“Oh ho… I see that your boldness is still very present here,” he says in referring to your touch.

“Oh my god, can you drop it already? That’s so embarrassing—I cussed you out one time… hey don’t change the subject!”

“Hmm…” he hums for a bit before he comes clean. “I’m afraid that I might not be the right person to be worthy by your side after hurting you for so long.”

“... What makes you think that?” He hesitates, for the first time, not being so sure of himself and his emotions; he immediately thinks of Izuki and your good chemistry with him but dismisses the thought

“... I just do not think I’m capable enough to make you happy.”

“But you are. I’m very giddy to be with you right now.”

“Even happier than when you are with… your teammates?”

“Huh?”

“I apologize,” he hurriedly says. “They are your friends. I was out of line to question them.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Talk it out to me.” He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you both continue to walk and browse through the shops, and you carefully watch Akashi while he’s examining a few souvenirs on the display, patient for him to continue talking

“... the point guard.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Seirin’s point guard.”

“Izuki-kun? What about him?”

“While I’m aware that you only spend your time with him as a good friend… I want to spend just as much of a koala-ty time with you whenever we have the chance.”

he... says this with the straightest face, and you’re utterly confused before you saw some animal plushies on the store window, and the the koala plush, and then the cogs started turning in your head

“... Did you just say a pun?”

“Was it not sufficient?”

a few moments of silence pass and Akashi thinks he did something wrong because he wanted to make you smile (HELP poor captain), before you break into hysterics

between your fits of broken laughs and wheezes, you managed to ask if he was jealous of Izuki, to which he wholeheartedly kept denying until you wouldn’t stop being persistent

you reassure him over and over that he doesn’t need to act like Izuki to make you happy, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Akashi crack a “joke” nonetheless

he’s a bit new to the concept of dating and is still quite unsure of how to navigate this PLEASE GIVE HIM TIME

the date that day was a success (some of the Seirin teammates TOTALLY weren’t spying on you mid-date or anything…)

while Seirin is okay with you dating, visiting Rakuzan ALONE with the scary-ass captain and his “CROONIES” (hint: the rest of the team LMAOO) IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STORY

RIKO AND HYUUGA are just like:

“What’s wrong with him coming here to visit you? Why do you gotta do the effort to visit him?”

“Uh… because I want to…”

“Yes, but who would you call to help over if something wrong happens? You’d be too far!”

“Uh, Akashi can help me if something happens.”

“With what, his scissors?” Kagami gives a deadpan look, and everyone turns to look at him in utter confusion LMAOOO like what does this redhead mean by SCISSORS???

Kuroko immediately jabs Kagami’s sides to silence him and smoothly changes the conversation before anyone asks any more questions about the “scissors” and potentially make them more reluctant to let you go

oh Kuroko, being the mediator and negotiator as always, trying to set some safety protocols for you to follow before everyone finally agrees to let you go see the infamous team alone

you know, Teppei is honestly just like, “Just go! Don’t worry about our (y/n) too much!”

Furihata is so concerned for your safety for valid reasons, but you reassure him that you won’t “die from the trip,” and no, this wouldn’t “be the last time” they’d see you before you leave

so when you stopped by Rakuzan’s gym after school after looking at the online maps, Hayama lets out a screech of terror before he starts pointing at you and calling you the “crazy ass chick” who tried to have a first-row seat ticket to death LOL

Hayama’s commotion brought everyone else’s attention to you, and Akashi was very surprised to see you all the way here

but he’s just standing at the back to watch how his teammates are reacting to you

Reo is the guy who would welcome you very warmly and would introduce you to the other team members who aren’t the starters, and he would actually ask if you were okay from last time

Nebuya is very laid back and throws a few muscle jokes much to Reo’s dismay, and he makes a comment about not you possibly not eating enough because at the time, he saw you almost tripping up your feet after you cussed out Akashi… he offers you his extra bowls if you ever feel hungry VERY SWEET GUY

Mayuzumi thinks you have balls, like who the fuck would come out alive after cussing out his captain but then COME BACK to said school of the captain… like why would you willingly walk back into the lion’s den??? so he thinks you’re dumb, but he has a shred of respect for you

Akashi is so amused at the spectacle and finally walks over to you after you noticed him

and he gives you an embrace and a chaste forehead kiss, and the entire gym goes silent

“Sei! I wanted to drop by as a surprise! Did you expect me?”

“Hm, I may have expected you to come sooner or later, but definitely not this quickly. Were transportation fees too much of a hassle?”

“Nope! I got everything covered! Do you want me to give you any chiropractic massages if you and your teammates need it?”

“You don’t need to do that, (y/n). You came here as a guest, not as a manager.”

“But…”

“Shhh, as soon as practice is done, I’ll take you anywhere you want in Kyotō. How does that sound?”

“Er… captain?” Reo holds up a hesitant finger to interrupt the two of you, while everyone else looks horrified at the sight of their captain looking serene

“Get a room, will you?” Mayuzumi only tuts in irritation while turning away to grab a nearby water bottle to down in one go

Nebuya merely stares in astonishment at the two of you, and his mind is thinking how the hell did you reel in this guy?

nah man, Hayama is GONE at this point: his brain has stopped functioning a while ago, and he’s standing there as stiff as a statue, scratching his head like a lost monkey // like he’s thinking how the fuck did this shit add up?? in his mind, he’s taking 2 plus 2 but it somehow ends up 94… that’s how he’s processing what he’s witnessing

the rest of the benchers and lower-string players are confused? who ARE you anyways?? Akashi?? dating??? that’s Rakuzan gossip of the century

TLDR; your first trip to Rakuzan may be awkward because the two of you stick out like a sore thumb, but eventually after multiple trips, the team slowly begins to consider you as one of their own

as per Akashi’s “suggestion” (hint: not a suggestion, but a strong recommendation), you were to be retreated with respect and kindness

why? Because Akashi never wants a repeat of the situation at Teiko ever again :(

as long as he is captain, and as long as he has the power and authority, he will do everything he can to make you happy and comfortable

don’t worry though, the Rakuzan starters are more than willing to punt any kid who talks shit about you

surprisingly, once Hayama comes around and accepts the fact that you were dating the captain, he’d be the most adamant and vocal protector, and he’s the one who shares the “inside tips and tricks” about the captain EEEE it’s so wholesome !!

the Rakuzan team is your certified bodyguard group, no debate

Reo might be the nosy mom who asks about who confessed first and the like…

the END, and I DO MEAN THE END THIS TIME

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #akashi seijuro #knb headcanons #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #teiko #knb teiko #teiko middle school #THE END FOR REAL

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thearvariblues · 3 years

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So, About The Pockets...

The third and final part of my little “Jaskier is obsessed with pants” series. I’m sorry to say that this part doesn’t really focus on the pants or Jaskiers, uhm... unorthodox fashion research. But it’s there, I promise.

You should definitely read part 1 and part 2 before this one.

Tagging @lottelorelei, @likecastle, @stinastar and @kalikatze, because you might want to read the last part, too. :D

“I’m feeling kind of nervous about meeting Jaskier this spring,” Geralt says to the man who’s walking with him through the streets of Oxenfurt.

“Finally grew some balls and decided to ask the bard to rearrange your insides?” his companion smirks. “I swear, Geralt, if you don’t offer your ass to him, I will have to sacrifice mine.”

“Lambert!” Geralt groans.

“What? Poor boy apparently didn’t fuck a Witcher last year.”

“Because I asked him not to. Well, not to fuck any Wolves, at least.”

“Jealous prick.”

“The worst thing is, he really didn’t! Or so it seems,” Geralt sighs.

“I can see the problem. He’s a fucking idiot.”

Geralt grunts.

“And what are you doing here, anyway? Sticking around just to annoy the shit out of me?”

“Meeting a friend,” Lambert smiles.

“A friend? You?” Geralt blinks, pausing. “Another?!”

“You make it sound like some sort of a miracle. I assure you, I’m fully capable of making friends.”

“Hm,” Geralt nods. “And this friend, he’s a… what? Another Witcher?”

“He’s a… bard.”

“A bard.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Lambert frowns.

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe a single word.”

“I don’t believe a single word,” Geralt smirks. “So what’s his name?”

“Aid… Fuck,” Lambert grunts.

“So, Aiden. Now tell me, Lambert, this wouldn’t happen to be the Aiden I helped you avenge last autumn, would it?”

“No. It’s a completely different Aiden.”

“Am I really supposed to believe that you found two friends, both named Aiden, and both willing to put up with your bullshit?”

“In my defense,” Lambert says, grumpily kicking a nearby stone, “I really thought he was dead when I asked you for help. Met him like… a week after you and I parted ways afterwards. Thought I finally managed to turn my brain into mush with all the drinking, but it turned out that Cats really do have nine lives. He lost an eye and tends to mess up his signs a lot, but nobody’s perfect, eh? And hey, turns out that Igni works against pretty much everything.”

“And you didn’t tell me for the whole winter because…”

“Because you’d probably kick me down from the balcony?”

“Damn right I would,” Geralt growls. “So where’s this Aiden of yours?”

“Don’t know. Somewhere here in the city.”

Geralt stops dead in his tracks, gaping at Lambert.

“Here? In Oxenfurt?!” he asks. “With Jaskier?!”

“Well, he needed a safe place to spend the winter, and you know Vesemir isn’t a fan of Cats,” Lambert shrugs. “Come on, it’s a big city. I’m sure they haven’t even met each other. The city’s still standing, after all.”

“You don’t understand. Jaskier–”

Geralt doesn’t even get to finish the sentence when he sees a young man leap from the window of a nearby building and land with a perfect roll that only comes with years and years of practice.

“Melitele’s tits,” he mutters under his breath while making sure his pants are properly fastened. “Nobody’s ever told you it’s impolite not to let a man finish?!”

“Hey, Geralt,” Lambert snorts. “Found your bard.”

Jaskier, hearing his words, turns his head and beams at the Witchers.

“Geralt! Lambert! So nice to see you! Would one of you mind Yrdening the fucking door for me?”

“I swear to Melitele, Jaskier, one day I am going to let you suffer the consequences of your actions,” Geralt smirks, stepping closer to the door and using the sign on them. “How was your winter?”

“Very amusing,” Jaskier smiles just as the doorknob rattles uselessly. “How about yours?”

“Drafty,” Lambert says. “Hey, you didn’t happen to see Aiden, did you?”

“Aiden?” Jaskier repeats, his eyes darting over to the door of a tavern on the other side of the road. “Well, that’s quite a funny story, actually…”

There is a loud crash from within the tavern, followed by a roared: “Cheating Witcher scum!”

The door open and a lean blond man with an eye patch over his right eye runs out, looking around frantically.

“Jaskier!” he yells when he spots the bard. “We need to go. Now!”

“Did you try to Axii your way out of cheating again, kitty?” Lambert smirks, takes a few steps forward and casts an Yrden on the door.

“Lambert!” Aiden yells and throws his arms around Lambert’s neck. “You’re here, puppy!”

“So what did you cast?” Lambert smirks, hugging him tightly.

“Aard. Not that bad.”

“It’s better than the Yrden last week,” Jaskier comments. “The guy really wasn’t happy about having to spend the night in his seat. And there was, of course, the tiny incident with Valdo Marx and Igni two days before that…”

“I’m sure they haven’t even met each other. The city’s still standing, after all. Well, what a fucking miracle,” Geralt snorts, turning to Lambert, only to realize that he is currently kissing Aiden passionately. “Oh, fuck. Jaskier?”

“Yes, dear?” Jaskier smiles.

“They’re not just friends, are they?”

“What gave you the clue?” the bard chuckles.

The shutters on a window of a house Jaskier was running away from crash open and an angry man starts to climb out, even though he can barely fit through.

“Uhm, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news…” Geralt starts, but then Jaskier grabs his hand and he promptly shuts up.

“Yes,” the bard nods. “We’d better fucking run.”

Jaskier puffs out his chest and frowns at the fat man in front of him – the man who, as Geralt realizes, was the one climbing out of the window of the house where Geralt met Jaskier about an hour ago, right before their hurried escape to Jaskier’s rooms in the university buildings.

“Are you suggesting, my dear sir,” Jaskier says in his best offended noble voice, “that I, a respectable professor at this university, have, as you said yourself, canoodled with your wife?”

“I saw you. With my own eyes!” the man growls.

“Impossible. I spent my afternoon here, with my dear friend Geralt of Rivia. Is that true, Geralt?”

“Hm,” Geralt nods solemnly, trying not to spit out his wine.

“But this… friend of yours was there, too!” the man tries.

Jaskier gasps for breath and places a hand on his chest dramatically.

“Did you…” he whispers. “Did you just dispute the words of Geralt of Rivia, the mighty White Wolf himself? My dear sir, this man is a Witcher! The legendary savior! Slayer of bruxas…”

“Bruxae,” Geralt murmurs.

“… strigas…”

“Didn’t actually kill the striga.”

“… ghouls…”

“There’s really nothing exciting about those.”

“… and… and nekkers…”

“Every respectable Witcher wants to be known as a slayer of fucking nekkers.”

“And drowners!” Jaskier yells after the man who’s already turned on his heel and left.

“I see you’re running our of monsters again,” Geralt chuckles when Jaskier slams the door shut.

“Oh, shut up,” Jaskier mutters, sits into his armchair and grabs his goblet of wine. “Did I get rid of him or not?”

“You annoyed him into leaving, yes,” Geralt nods. “That, or he realized that Witchers tend to have two very big and sharp swords.”

“And I have three Witchers,” Jaskier smiles just as they both hear Lambert’s high-pitched scream from the next room.

“Sweet Melitele. How much longer is it going to take them?”

“Come on, Geralt. They didn’t see each other for the whole winter.”

“I didn’t see you for the whole winter, and you don’t hear me moaning your name like a cheap whore.”

“Yes, and isn’t that a shame?”

Geralt nearly chokes on his wine.

“What?” he wheezes.

“Nothing, dear,” Jaskier says quickly and gets back to his feet to refill their goblets.

“Hm…” Geralt hums, cocking his head. “Are those new pants?”

“They are. Thank you for noticing.”

“What happened to the tighter ones?”

“An accident,” Jaskier sighs. “I keep saying it, yours are only held together by some sort of dark magic!”

“They aren’t.”

“Fine, is it Quen, then? Are you constantly Quenning your fucking pants?”

“I am definitely not Quenning my pants, no.”

“Then explain how it’s possible that your mighty ass doesn’t rip them in half!”

“I don’t know. I suppose you will have to take a look at them yourself.”

“Geralt, I’ve been looking at your pants ten times a day ever since I met you, I don’t think one more look will change… What are you doing?”

Geralt downs the rest of his wine and stands up.

“I was thinking about a… closer look,” he murmurs. “I mean… for research purposes, of course.”

“Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier says, his eyes going wide. “Are you seriously suggesting… what I think you’re suggesting?”

“That there is one Wolf Witcher you haven’t fucked yet, yes.” For someone who’s just a little taller than Jaskier, Geralt is sure good at towering above the bard. “So if you wanted…”

“For research purposes, yes?” Jaskier asks as he wraps his arms around Geralt’s waist. “I should warn you, though. I’m afraid it’s gonna have to be a very thorough research. Probably gonna take at least a year.”

Geralt smirks and brings their lips so close together that they almost – but only almost – touch.

“Works for me,” he murmurs right before Jaskier kisses him.

“Did you know Cat Witchers have pockets on their pants?” Jaskier asks much later, when they’re lying side by side in his bed, naked and satisfied.

“Mhm,” Geralt hums because he was just about to fall asleep. “That’s nice.”

“I mean, not for me, they would absolutely ruin my silhouette, obviously,” Jaskier continues. “But for you, they might be quite handy, right?”

“Did you… Did you have to research with Aiden to find out?”

“Well, yes. You see, winter nights tend to get boring,” Jaskier grins. “But fret not, dear heart, you won’t have to spend the rest of your life protecting me from your angry brother. They have quite an open relationship.”

“Bold of you to assume that I would protect you,” Geralt sighs, burying his face in Jaskier’s chest.

“I know you will always protect me, dear,” Jaskier smiles and presses a kiss in Geralt’s hair. “So, about the pockets...”

“Tomorrow. I want to sleep.”

“But you promised I could take a look at your pants.”

“Mhm, I didn’t specify when, though. So shut up and let me sleep.”

“Geralt...” Jaskier whines.

“Jaskier,” Geralt chuckles.

“Ugh, fine. But I like you a lot less now, I hope you’re aware of that.”

“I’ll make it up to you. In the morning. I might even be willing to go with you to that tailor of yours.”

“Really?”

“Really. But first I have to ask Aiden about the… pockets thing…”

Geralt falls asleep, snoring slightly, even though he’s assured Jaskier a million times that Witchers absolutely do not snore.

“Knew you were gonna like that idea,” Jaskier smiles and closes his eyes. “Good night, my dear Wolf.”

“Hmmm…”

The next morning, Jaskier grins at the tiny tailor who’s studying Geralt’s pants with interest while the Witcher just stands there with his ass barely covered by his shirt.

“Truly an excellent bottom.”

“I can see that,” the man grins back.

“You are so,” Geralt snarls, “so paying for this, bard.”

“Oh, my dear,” Jaskier laughs. “With pleasure.”

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Dr. Stone Sentence Starters #11-20

A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Most are SenGen.

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11) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Did. I. Stutter?” Senku repeated his words slowly, one by one, approaching Gen with purposeful strides.

Gen was so surprised by Senku’s demeanor that he backed himself right into one of the shelves full of glass beakers. He whirled to make sure none of them fell. “N-No, you didn’t stutter, I just…wasn’t sure that I heard you right?”

“You heard me perfectly well.” Senku was right in his face when the mentalist turned back, startling him all over again. After a long pause, the scientist smirked playfully. “You’d better run.”

Gen sure didn’t need to be told twice. He took off at a sprint, bolting out of the lab and around the back towards the forest, hoping to climb up into one of the trees for shelter from the oncoming storm. A minute later Senku arrived, stood at the base of his chosen tree, and looked up.

“Really? You’re not even trying.”

“I know you can’t climb well,” Gen replied. “If you want me, you’ll have to come get me.”

“All right.”

Adding to the surprises for the day, Senku leapt up to grab the first branch and swung himself up onto it, approaching Gen’s hiding place slowly but surely.

At this point, Gen felt he owed it to his poor friend to just stay put and take it. It wouldn’t be so bad…right?

Senku crawled up the branch to him, pushing him against the trunk with a mischievous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Gen flashed a smile of his own. “Go on, then. Just don’t tickle me so hard we both fall out of this tree.”

“I make no promises.” Senku chuckled, then reached for him and started tickling. Gen’s laughter filled the edge of the forest as the scientist added, “Besides, this is what you get for messing with me all the time. I think it’s only fair.”

12) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Gen wrapped his arms around Senku’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What are you working on?”

Senku stiffened for only a moment, then relaxed when he realized who it was. “Just doing an experiment for Chrome.”

“You’re so kind.” Gen held him closer and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “When are you coming to bed?”

Senku let out a small noise and shuddered slightly. “Uh…” For a moment, he actually seemed at a loss for words. “S-Soon. Once I finish here.”

“That was quite the reaction,” Gen teased, kissing him again. “I keep forgetting you’re so ticklish here.”

“Don’t,” Senku pleaded. He tried to turn around, but the mentalist tightened his grip on his waist and kissed him again. “Gen, dohohohon’t!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Gen teased, curling his fingers inward to tickle the scientist’s sides as well, pulling a sputtering laugh out of him. “Can’t take a little tickling?”

“Stohohohohop – you knohohohow I cahahahan’t!” Senku gripped Gen’s arms, giggling openly, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere until the mentalist released him. “Plehehehehease!”

Gen beamed at him, kissing his neck and ears and tickling his sides in tandem. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

“Shuhuhuhut up!”

“But you are!” Gen hugged him tighter. “I just want to squeeze you and cuddle you and tickle you all night long.”

“Gen!” Senku was blushing now, heart hammering in his chest. This mentalist did things to him he’d never felt before, and it was confusing and exciting all at once. “Plehehehehease, stohohohop!”

As requested, the mentalist slowed his tickling down and eventually let up. He pulled back and turned Senku to face him, reveling in the pink cheeks and bright eyes his tickling had induced. Gen put a hand to his cheek. “Come to bed?”

Senku chuckled, placing his hand over top of Gen’s. “Sure.”

13) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

The snap of a twig in the dark alerted Senku to the fact that he wasn’t alone out here in the forest.

Great, he thought. I go off by myself for two minutes to do my business and now I’m being stalked by some wild animal. Or worse – one of Tsukasa’s people. The scientist stalled, listening hard, scanning the area around him for some sign of movement.

There was nothing.

Cautiously he stepped forward, intending to get back to the observatory as quickly and quietly as possible. He was just coming upon the clearing that would take him to the outskirts of the village when someone came up behind him and slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his startled cry.

He panicked for all of three seconds before his captor murmured a gentle, “Hello, Senku~” And suddenly he knew who had hold of him. He relaxed, letting out a sigh. His heart was racing. “Quite bold of you to assume it was safe to go off alone, don’t you think?”

Senku wrenched his head to the side to free his mouth and look directly into the cool, teasing gaze of the mentalist. “You scared me half to death, Gen. Are you happy?”

“I am. But you don’t seem to be.” Gen smirked, grabbing hold of Senku’s wrists and holding them behind his back as he squeezed his side playfully. “Good thing we know how to change that, hmm?”

“No!” Senku yelped, biting his lip to keep his laughter at bay. He struggled, but Gen was surprisingly strong. “Nohohohohoho, Gen! Y-You – gah – stohohohohohohop it! I’ll g-gehehehet you bahahahack for thihihihis!”

Gen beamed, leaning forward to blow cool air over the scientist’s neck and ears, loving the squeal he got for his efforts. “I’m sure you will. But first, allow me to teach you about the dangers of the forest, my dear Senku~”

14) Lee Senku, Lers Kohaku and Ginro

“Wait, wait, wait!” Senku cried, kicking against Kohaku until she let him go, startled. Once on his feet again he shook his head and started backing away. “Nope. Can’t do it. Sorry.”

“What? But you said—”

“Can’t.”

Kohaku reached out and grabbed his wrist, frowning at him. “Senku, I need someone to be a test dummy for Ginro so he can learn how to fight properly.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at the blonde boy who stood off to the side, watching them in confusion. “No one else is available, so you’re up.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why are you protesting all of a sudden? You seemed fine when I asked five minutes ago.”

Senku wouldn’t look at her. “I just…remembered something important I need to do. Right now. Time is of the essence.”

“This will only take a couple of minutes, Senku,” Kohaku sighed, moving to stand behind him again, latching her hands onto his waist and hoisting him into the air as she had the first time.

Senku yelped and then – to her surprise – burst into giggles, squirming in her arms. “S-Stop, put me down!”

Immediately, it clicked. Kohaku grinned, set him on the ground as requested, and wasted no time curling her fingers inward, squeezing his sides with purpose this time. Senku’s laugh was instant and loud and shrieky. She beamed. “You’re ticklish! That’s why you didn’t want to help.”

“Stop, stohohohohohop!” he pleaded, grabbing onto her wrists but unable to keep her from wiggling her fingers in his most sensitive spot. His knees wobbled. “Kohaku! I’m seheheheherious!”

“You sound serious,” she teased.

“Is he ticklish? No way!” Ginro cried, beaming as he hurried over to them. “I want to tickle him, too!”

“No – NO!! Both of yohohohohou, s-s-STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!” Senku was quickly tackled to the ground, each of his attackers grabbing an arm and holding it out of the way while they dug into his sides, drawing the loudest, screechiest laughter they’d ever heard from him. He kicked and begged and tossed his head back as his hysterics overcame him in a wild rush he hadn’t felt in over three thousand years. “NONONO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!! I’LL M-MAHAHAKE YOU DO MOHOHOHOHORE WORK IF YOU DON’T STAHAHAHAHAHAP—!!”

15) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Gen had been trying – and failing – to get Senku to laugh at even one of his jokes for a solid ten minutes at this point, and he was growing frustrated. Didn’t the man have a sense of humor?

“Okay, okay – what did one eye say to the other?” he tried.

Senku took a long drink of water before shrugging and leaning against the outside of the lab, looking up into the cloudy sky. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

“Between you and me, something smells!”

“Uh-huh. Give it up, mentalist – your jokes just aren’t funny.”

Gen scoffed. “You just don’t know how to laugh,” he muttered, reaching to pinch his side without really thinking about it. “Grumpy.”

To his surprise, Senku let out what sounded like a squeak and jerked away from him, turning wide red eyes to the mentalist. Gen stared at him. He smirked.

“Do not,” Senku said.

“Oh, I will.” Gen tackled the scientist to the ground, pinching up and down his sides rapidly, keeping him giggling. “All right, let’s try this again. How about this one – how do you know the toothbrush was invented in Tennessee?”

“W-Whehehehehere even is Tehehehehenessee?” Senku protested, squirming and trying to push Gen’s hands away.

“Because if it were invented anywhere else, it would be called a teethbrush!”

“It’s n-nohohohot that fun-NEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Senku laughed helplessly when the mentalist squeezed his sides harder, earning louder shrieks and squeals from him.

“Aha! Finally got you to laugh at one!”

“THAHAHAHAT DOESN’T COHOHOHOHOUNT!!”

Gen chuckled. “Do you really want to be arguing with me with the position you’re in?” To his surprise, the scientist’s cheeks were turning pink, and he seemed to actually be getting…flustered? “Why, Senku – are you enjoying this?”

“What?! Nohohohohoho!” Senku grabbed his wrists, trying to push him away. “Stohohohohop!”

But Gen didn’t let up, only smiling wider the longer he pinched and kneaded his friend’s sides, drawing the happiest of giggles from him. “Your smile tells me otherwise~”

16) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Why are you acting like this?”

Gen smirked. He’d been pestering Senku for a solid few minutes now, following him wherever he went, bugging him with random questions, never letting him have a moment of quiet. “For attention.”

Senku scoffed. “Interesting strategy.”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“I suppose there’s no way it couldn’t work, unless I ignored you. Which is difficult when you’re right behind me like a puppy all the time.”

“Am I cute like a puppy?”

Senku paused, looking at the mentalist seriously for a moment before smirking. “Sure. But I know how to make you even cuter. Come here!”

Gen knew what was coming, and he turned to try and run, but the scientist merely tackled him into the grass and rolled him over, going right for his underarms, and the mentalist exploded with laughter. “NONONO OKAHAHAHAHAHY I’LL LEHEHEHEHEAVE YOU ALONE!!”

“That’s funny.” Senku straddled him, leaning down so their faces were practically touching. “I never said I wanted you to.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gen squealed, kicking his legs uselessly, trying to toss his body side to side to lessen the sensations. Senku could not get enough of his big, bright smile. “PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHELSE BUT THEHEHEHERE, SENKU!!”

“Oh?~” Senku hummed, grabbing his arms and shoving them above his head, leaning down to press feather light kisses along his cheeks and ears. “Then what about here?”

Gen whined, still giggling. His ears weren’t overly ticklish, but being nuzzled and kissed there definitely flustered him. “Nohohohohohoho…”

“No? But you wanted attention.” Senku chuckled, reaching one hand down to tweak his ribs, making him yelp. “I’m just giving you what you wanted, puppy~”

17) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“There’s no need to hold my chin like that,” Senku said with a confident smirk. “We’re the same height. I can look into your eyes just fine without your help.”

“I’m an inch taller, thank you,” Gen shot back playfully, “and it makes me feel powerful to make you look at me, so let me have this.”

“Powerful, huh?” Senku chuckled. He tried to tilt his head, but Gen merely tightened his grip slightly, giving his head a small shake as if to say “oh, no, you don’t.” The scientist blinked, surprised by how the simple action made his heart beat a little faster. “Well, what do you want, mentalist?”

Gen had his free arm wrapped around Senku’s waist. He pulled him a little closer. “What do you think?” He finally let go of his chin, only to scribble his fingers under it teasingly. “Come kiss me, you brilliant scientist.”

Senku chuckled again, and it took Gen a moment to realize it wasn’t because he’d thought it was funny. He twisted his head out of the way with a soft, “stop it,” and the gears in the mentalist’s head churned as he put the pieces together.

“Aw, are you a little sensitive, Senku?” He teased, scribbling even more, keeping up when the scientist twisted his head this way and that. Senku tried to pull back but Gen kept his arm firmly around his waist. “Tickle, tickle~”

“Stohohop.” The plea was soft, not quite genuine. The mentalist moved his skittering up to the man’s ears and neck, and finally Senku’s soft chuckles became higher-pitched giggles. “Nohohohoho! Gehehehehen!”

Gen giggled, too, throwing his arms around Senku’s shoulders and burying his face into his neck, nuzzling him. Both men continued to laugh happily for quite some time.

18) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” Senku remarked, coming up behind Gen, hands on his hips. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Who says anything is wrong?” Gen replied, but he wouldn’t look at the scientist.

“Because you are physically incapable of shutting up.” Senku tried to step closer to get a better look at his face, but the mentalist turned away from him. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“I would never.”

“Now I know you’re hiding something.” The scientist sighed. “Spill it, Gen.”

Gen cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

Senku rolled his eyes and grabbed his ribs from behind, digging into the bones and spaces between with deadly precision. Gen shrieked with giggles and doubled over instantly, but to Senku’s surprise, he didn’t whirl around to fight him off. Instead he collapsed to the ground, barely squirming at all.

“Senku! Plehehehease!”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nohohohohothing’s wrong!”

“Then I’m sure you can take a little more tickling.”

Gen arched his back when the scientist wormed his way up into his underarms, finally rolling over onto his back, showing off his wide smile…and a whole slew of other things.

Senku stopped. “Gen, you’re sick.”

“I’m fine!”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Chrome and I could have made some medicine for you, and you should be resting—”

“I’m fine,” Gen insisted. “I didn’t want you to worry because I’m not that sick. Just a little.”

“In the stone world, a cold can be deadly.” Senku frowned, moving to get up. “Come on, let’s get you to the observatory.”

“Wait.” Gen grabbed his arms, keeping him from standing. He looked a little embarrassed. “Can you…tickle me a little more? It felt really nice.”

“Tickling you made you feel better?”

“Laughter is the best medicine.”

“Oof. Just for that, I’m going to tickle you silly.” Senku smiled gently. “Let’s at least get you to the observatory first. Then we’ll see about that extra dose of tickling.”

19) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Hm? What was that? You’re going to have to stop laughing so I can hear you clearly.”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! GEHEHEHEHET ME OUT OF HEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Senku pleaded around mouthfuls of desperate laughter. He was hanging unceremoniously from a trap the hunters had set for deer deep in the forest; he’d been out collecting plants for a new project and had accidentally brushed over the rope with his hand, and now he was hanging from a tree with one wrist bound above him and the other trying to grab at Gen’s devious tickling fingers.

“I’m afraid I still can’t hear you,” the mentalist teased wickedly, enjoying himself far too much. When Senku had taken longer than expected to come back to the lab, he’d gone out to look for him and had nearly doubled over laughing himself when he found the scientist strung up in a deer trap. He’d also wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, drilling his fingers deep into his friend’s sides, knowing it was his ultimate weak spot and that he couldn’t protect himself whatsoever right now. “If you’d just stop laughing so hard, maybe I could understand—”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Senku screeched, and the pure desperation in his voice was music to Gen’s ears. “GEHEHEHEHEN, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! I BEHEHEHEHEG YOU!!”

“You beg me, hmm?” Gen grinned evilly up at him, enjoying the look of excited panic in his eyes. “Now that does sound lovely~”

“LEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!! I SWEHEHEHEAR I’LL MAHAHAKE YOU ALL THE COHOHOHOLA YOU WANT!!”

“You do that anyway,” Gen chuckled, grabbing Senku’s free wrist and holding it up out of the way so he could tickle without any kind of hindrance. The scientist threw his head back and absolutely cackled, completely lost to his own hysterics at this point. The mentalist beamed. Despite his friend’s protests, he knew Senku wasn’t hating this as much as he pretended he did. After several long moments, he asked, “Had enough yet, giggles?”

At first Senku didn’t reply; he merely laughed and kicked and let Gen do what he wanted, but when the mentalist wrapped his arm around his waist to blow a raspberry over his exposed stomach, he finally crumbled. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE, GEN!!”

Gen chuckled, then took a knife from his tunic and threw it at the rope binding Senku to the tree. They both toppled to the ground in a heap, giggling in each other’s arms.

20) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You don’t take compliments very well, do you?” Gen asked, looking sideways at Senku, who looked a tad bit flustered and uncomfortable. “Why? They’re all right, you know.”

Senku scoffed, picking up a pencil and beginning to draw something, ignoring Gen completely.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Gen folded his arms. “Senku, you are intelligent, and kind, and lots of fun to be around, and—”

“Stop,” Senku muttered, dropping the pencil and facing away from him, cheeks turning pink as he blushed. “None of it’s deserved.”

“Not deserved?” Gen gasped dramatically. “How dare you say such a thing about yourself.” When the scientist still wouldn’t look at him, he grabbed his sides from behind and pulled him closer while squeezing at the same time, pulling a startled giggle from his friend. “Let’s try this again, shall we? You are intelligent.”

Senku squirmed, giggling steadily as Gen squeezed and dug his fingers into his most ticklish spot. “Stop—”

“You are kind.” Gen giggled with him, pulling him closer, wrapping one arm around his chest. “You’re so much fun to be around.”

“Stohohohohop!”

“And let’s not forget – you have the best laugh!” The mentalist dug in for all he was worth, pulling a shriek and high-pitched laughter out of Senku, who squirmed and grabbed his arms weakly, not-so-subtly giving into the ticklish sensations wracking his body. Gen dug harder, held tighter, teased more relentlessly. “Hear that? Your laugh is the best, Senku! All of us love hearing it. Especially me. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!” Senku laughed, scrabbling for some kind of purchase on his purple coat. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Gen, yes~” The mentalist hugged him even tighter and began nibbling his neck and ears from behind in tandem with the nonstop tickling of his sides. Senku nearly collapsed right then and there, the feelings both unbearable and completely welcome at the same time. “You’re intelligent, you’re kind, you’re fun, your laugh is beautiful. Believe me now?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAHAY, YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN!!” Senku pleaded, submitting to Gen’s tickly hold while begging for mercy at the same time. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Gen finally let up, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before letting him go. “Good.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #quick prompts #compilation #dr stone #dr. stone #sentence starters #coffee shots #sengen

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redrose-arrow · 3 years

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hi Duncan x halt anon here and you have NO IDEA what you’ve just unleashed (IVE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT THESE TWO FOR SO LONGN) but you said to go ahead and I will until it gets annoying!!!

ANYWAY so these two are...pretty different, right. But in the books Duncan lets Halt get away with a LOT and genuinely values him & Halt does have at minimum SOME respect for Duncan, bc I don’t think Duncan would tolerate just straight-up disrespect, but their dynamic is “very good friends friends who’ll tease/bully each other” more so than “loyal follower & royal leader”. SO what I’m thinking: after Crowley & Halt rescue him from the castle & they’re on their way to the tournament, Duncan realizes Halt is That Guy From The Ball That Duncan Totally Wasn’t Crushing On From Afar, and he’s like....BUT THEY SAID YOU WERE DEAD so Halt yanks him aside while Crowley’s distracted and is like “SHUT UP ILL TELL YOU LATER.” Duncan won’t tell Crowley or the others even if Halt doesn’t wanna explain but he IS very confused & Halt knows he won’t stop pestering him for an explanation...So he tells Duncan the story, late one night by the campfire, when Crowley is fast asleep. Halt keeps his voice low and he’s kinda reluctant to tell it at first but he gets through it, tells Duncan all about how his own brother resented him for being heir to a throne he never wanted in the first place, how he saw Ferris change and become more distant and manipulative over the years, how he witnessed firsthand how power could corrupt a man (and has the scars to prove it). Duncan asks about his parents, because surely they would’ve recognized the attempts on his life? “They fought too much to notice,” Halt says dismissively. “Even if they didn’t, I was hardly the son they would’ve wanted on the throne—Ferris was more charismatic, more amiable. I was the firstborn but he was their favourite, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to ruin that for them.” And he talks, eventually, about his little sister Caitlyn; the only one who saw what was going on and believed him when he told her, fever-ridden and delirious from a batch of “spoiled shrimp”, that Ferris was trying to kill him. The words come easier when Halt talks about Caitlyn and there’s something like a smile curled on his lips, and Duncan’s heart sorta skips a beat in his chest because Oh Right, I Used To Have A Crush On This Guy And It Turns Out I Still Kinda Do!!!! And then Halt talks about how Pritchard found him and how his mentor is the only one besides his terrible family who knows the truth about him & why he left, and maybe he doesn’t say it outright but he 100% implies that Pritchard is just so important to him. Like “father that I’ve never had, except I did have a father but he sucked and Pritchard was just so much kinder & better” kind of important

I took the liberty of copy-pasting your second ask so that no one else has to wait for the rest :)

"part 2 bc that was getting long,,,, ANYWAY, so Duncan and Halt stay up a bit longer talking—they move away from Ferris’ assassination attempts and just chat about other stuff for a bit. Duncan enjoys having another person to relate to abt the tediousness & honestly? the loneliness of royal life, and Halt honestly doesn’t expect to enjoy talking to someone else this much. The only other person he’s really connected to since coming to Araluen is Crowley, but Crowley is just enough of a bastard for Halt to tolerate (and maybe even like), so it’s a surprise that the other person he can connect with is a straight-laced prince. Also Duncan’s basically like “okay so this guy is an (ex?) crown prince, he’s INSANELY skilled & actually very funny in a deadpan, sarcastic way, AND he’s helping me take back my kingdom from an evil baron....yeah I can get behind this”. So yadda yadda they get through the confrontation with Morgarath at the tournament, and, true to his word, Duncan doesn’t tell any of the others about Halt’s background. At the end of the book when Pritchard is murdered, Duncan hears about it from Baron Arald and he’s like....oh, shit. He tracks down Halt and Crowley, both of whom are appropriately enraged and grieving, and makes proper funeral arrangements for Pritchard & allows them some time off to process their grief. Afterwards he goes to Halt privately, bc now he’s the only one who knows abt Halt’s childhood & he knows Halt lost more than a dear mentor—and Halt’s in his cabin being very short-tempered and snappy with him but Duncan just sits and waits. And eventually the anger kinda drains out of Halt, and he sits down at the table w Duncan and over ale they share stories about man who’d been like a father to Halt; Duncan didn’t know him all that well, but Pritchard had been around the castle enough when Duncan was a child for him to remember some of the chaos the man had caused. Halt tells a tale or two of his own and explains, a lottttt later when he’s drunker than he should be in front of the almost-king, that Pritchard had saved his life—they’d met while Halt was still at the castle and Pritchard had taught him how to swim some months before Ferris tried to drown him. But it was more than that, Halt tells him, it was so much more than that. Pritchard had been a safe haven, had given him refuge, had given him hope when he needed it most. And now he was gone and Halt was just..... he doesn’t finish the sentence but Duncan nods and says “I know”. Because yeah, he does know. And they sit in silence for a while longer, not as an (almost) King and Ranger but as two men who know what it’s like to be alone.

And now they don’t have to be!!! AND THIS ONLY COVERED THE FIRST TEY BOOK I have,,,, so many more things to say about these two but I THINK this has gotten long enough so 💀 I’ll leave this here. Ty for listening to my rant abt medieval middle-aged gays :D (also disclaimer: at this point, I think Duncan would be more or less the only one with some developing romantic feelings. But then again this only covers the first book, so Halt’s own revelation would come later)"

ANON YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING.

Their dynamic is indeed just that. Duncan recognising him out of the blue and Halt having to physically shut him up? Legendary. Duncan feeling his crush return? Amazing.

I never thought about Duncan and Halt relating about royal life but it makes so much sense??? especially just talking about the lessons and the trouble having friends etc etc. The resulting whole no-longer-alone thing has me *this* close to tears. Duncan then tracking down Halt -- he 11/10 w o u l d. Halt being angry and then just almost sobbing while Duncan has no idea wtf he should do but the fact that he's there and he's listening means everything to Halt.

Anon, I have absolute 0 regrets unleashing this. Awfully bold of you to assume that it'll get annoying. You fully got me now, I'm shipping them hard. I'm invested. Please do elaborate whenever you wish. I will gladly listen to more rants about medieval middle-aged gays. Go ahead.

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but I knew you ⋆ draco malfoy

A/N- this is a draco malfoy imagine based off taylor swift’s song ‘cardigan’.

Bold font is flashbacks, bold italic font are the lyrics!

angst and i guess a little fluff here and there:)

Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Voldemort was back. There was no denying it, everyone knew it. Whether they wanted to believe it or not, he was back. Hogwarts no longer had that gleam of ‘safe and perfect’.

“I saw him, Y/n, I did. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Harry potter mumbled next to you as you sat with the gold trio, your fork slushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate.

“I know harry, I believe you. I just wish Umbridge did, she’s such a git.” You scoffed, causing Ron to chuckle. The turkey leg the Weasley was holding to his lips caused grease and juice to spew onto his chin. You and Hermione shared a disgusted glance as you handed him a napkin.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you saw shining, blonde platinum hair enter the great hall. “I’ll be right back, I need to have a word with a certain Slytherin.” You excused yourself and shuffled towards Draco.

You flattened your robes as you approached him. “Draco...”You said softly, reaching out to grab the pureblood’s arm. Draco jumped slightly, causing a frown to grow on your features. He had been so different lately, no longer wanting to sit with you at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night, no longer asking you to sit with him during meals. Dark bags had found a home under his normally bright, beautiful blue eyes. His eyes still caused your heart to falter but in a different way. When he looked at you, his expression was no longer soft and warm, it was cold and distant. As if he wasn’t actually there in front of you, his brain elsewhere.

“Draco..” You said again, trying to get him to focus on you.

“I have something to attend to.” Draco said coolly and turned, leaving you standing alone by the Slytherin table. Pansy gave you a sad smile, she was always weirdly nice to you.

You returned a kind, small smile that you could muster. You turned on your heel and walked out of the great hall, your mind spinning and running through what the hell was happening.

Everything felt different. No, everything was different. And you knew it.

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But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight I, I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, right

You sat on your bed, thankful that your shared room was empty. You lied down and let out a sigh. What was happening with Draco, he’d been so different lately. He was normally so open with you, which was a surprise to everyone at first, especially you. But overtime you stopped wondering why he was so nice to you, you accepted it with grace and became close the Draco. You saw him differently than everyone else, you actually knew Draco. The real him.

You remember your first of many Hogsmeade dates.

It was spring time, the air felt clean and warm, inviting. You and Draco had just left the leaky caldron and had way too many butterbeers.

“Watch your step here.” Draco said from behind you as you walked, stepping over a couple of fallen stones. You giggled softly, his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to fall in it’s wake. You don’t remember why but you guys stopped for some reason, your conversation flowing with ease. There were giggles in the air and everything felt right.

“When we get back to my common room, we need to dance.” Draco hummed, leaning against a lamppost.

“The Draco Malfoy dances?” You teased.

“I do.” Draco said smugly, a playful grin erupted onto his lips, making your heart jump. “And I’m bloody good at it.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see those moves Malfoy.” You laughed loudly as Draco began dancing. It was awful to say the least, his moves were sloppy from his tipsy state but it was the smile on his face and the laughs that fell from his lips that made you smile widely.

You began dancing with him, no music, just the sounds of the two of you laughing and teasing each other.

Draco took your hand, spinning you before pulling you flush against his chest. Your breath hitched, whether it was the alcohol in your system or your underlining feelings, your cheeks darkened.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Draco said quietly, your eyes widened. “Not now, but soon.” You were content with that answer, despite you wanting his seemingly soft, pink lips against your own at that very moment.

Draco had kept his word, kissing you hundreds of times after that night. Each kiss and touch made you feel like you were on fire, alive. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tears pulled in the corner of your eyes as you the memories came crashing around you. You just wanted Draco to be okay again, something was definitely wrong. Your thoughts drifted to one specific memory.

You had just gotten out of detention with Umbridge. Her detentions were the worse. You had been laying in Draco’s bed, his arms around you as you cried silently. Draco accidentally brushed his fingers over the red, bleeding words on your hand, making you gasp slightly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to.” He cooed in your ear softly.

You offered the boy a sad smile and reassured him it wasn’t his fault. You and Draco sat in comfortable silence before he brought your injured hand to his lips. His breath fanned over the wounds, causing you to shudder. Draco eyed you carefully as he brought his lips to the wounds, kissing each letter that spelt out ‘I will obey authority.’

“Feels better already.” You laughed softly, causing Draco to smile widely.

“In that case I’ll continue.” He grinned evilly before kissing down your neck, your eyes fluttering close as you embraced the warm feeling pulling inside your stomach.

That Draco took care of you, making you feel good in more than one way. At the end of it all, you lied in each other’s arms again, whispering sweet nothings and basking in the scent of his sweater.

“Y/N?” Hermione asked quietly as she looked at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t even sure when she had entered your guys’ room.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You offered a small smile.

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And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

You sat on the edge of the windowsill, enjoying the night view from the astronomy tower. You snuggled into your sweater. It was one of Draco’s old sweater’s. You breathed in his scent, smoky and comforting. Merlin you missed him.

Suddenly something fell behind you, causing you to jump. You stood to your feet and say Draco standing at the doorway, the moonlight highlighting his features beautifully. “Draco.” Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Didn’t know anyone was up here, I’ll let you be.” He turned to leave.

Before you could even think, your feet were moving and you were flying towards him. You wrapped your arms around his backside and whined softly. “Please. Please stay. I miss you.” You feel tears falling down your cheeks, leaking into Draco’s shirt.

Draco turned and pushed you away in one swift motion. You stumbled back, looking up at him with watery eyes.

“Merlin, Y/N.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Draco, I miss you. So much, please. Don’t push me away, I know everything about you and-”

Draco scuffed, cutting you off. “You don’t know anything, Y/N. We went on a couple of dates and snogged a little and suddenly you think you know me?”

Why was he being so cold? “B-But I-I...” Your throat began to sting and burn as you swallowed back tears. “But you said you cared about me? You were so sweet and you made me feel special.” You just wanted Draco to say he was sorry, and for him to tell you what was on his mind as you played with his hair. You wanted to hold him and tell him everything was gonna be okay, that you guys would get through this together.

“Oh, bloody hell. Y/N, you would feel special if any git held open a door for you. You just want attention, affection from anyone who will give it to you. Frankly, I’m rather bored of you. You’re quite boring and needy. You’re so dense to reality it’s rid-”

“Stop!” You screamed, you didn’t care if anyone heard you. You backed up to the window and leaned against it for leverage. “You-You asshole! Why, why are you being such a dick?! I’ve done nothing but be kind and patient with you, yet you’re saying all this...” You shook your head as the tears began to fall more and more. “You don’t mean it. I know you don’t. I know how you feel about me.”

“Oh? And how do I feel about you, Y/L/N?” Draco smirked.

“You love me, I know you do.”

Draco laughed, but it seemed like a tired one. “Oh, that’s rich. Really is. I don’t love you. I never have and I never will, you were merely a new experience for me. And now I’m done.” You looked at him, you could practically feel your heart breaking.

“Fuck you.” You seethed and pushed past him, running out of the room and towards your common room. Your shoes pounded loudly against the stone floor as you rand ran. When you finally reached your common room, you collapsed on one of the couches and began sobbing. The sobs racked through your body, causing you to shake and heave for air. How could someone be so cruel? So heartless? Did you even really know Draco like you thought you did? Of course you did, you told yourself. But maybe you didn’t, because that person you left in the astronomy tower wasn’t the boy you grew to love.

At the beginning, before you had met Draco, you always felt unlovable. Like you weren’t ever good enough for anyone. It seemed that way at least, always being second or third even. Boys would always want to be with you sexually, but none of them ever seemed to want more, want to love you.

That all changed when you met Draco, he had made you feel special. Really special. He had made your heart skip beats and made you smile more than you had ever before. He was caring, kind and warm. he was funny, and sucked at cooking. He loved to read but wouldn’t show anyone that side of him.

Draco had opened his heart to you, and you gladly took it. Draco had made you feel like you were enough for once, you always seemed to be first in his eyes.

But you guessed that wasn’t the truth.

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'Cause I knew you Steppin' on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain

You hadn’t spoken to Draco since everything. You didn’t want to, the thought of him caused your chest to rise and fall in an ungodly manner. You didn’t want to see him smile or laugh, the thought caused bile to rise intro the back of your throat.

“Y/n.” Ron said, you turned to the red head and smiled. “Gonna miss you this summer! You sure you don’t want to join Harry and Hermione coming to the burrow? Mum won’t mind one more mouth to feed.” He cheesed.

“My dad misses me, I promised I’d spend the whole summer with him. But I will see you next year.” You gave your best friend a tight hug. You hated lying to Ron, to any of them. But you wanted to spend this summer alone, wallowing in your heartbreak. Your dad wasn’t even gonna be home for half the summer.

“Alright then, we’ll see you later Y/N! We’ve got to catch the first train.” Hermione said as she hugged you quickly, followed by Harry.

You waved your best friends goodbye, leaving you alone at the train platform. Other classmates waited here and there, some getting on the next train that came. Unfortunately you were the last train of the day.

Leaning against a wall, you read a book to past the time, occasionally glancing up to check your watch. When you looked up from your thick book, you saw him. He looked handsome as always as he stared ahead at the train coming into the station. It was the last train.

“Shit.” You cursed, spilling your book into your carry on bag and standing to your feet. You watched as Malfoy checked his luggage, making sure he had evrything he need. He stood straight again, eyes sweeping his surrounding before you two made eye contact. You felt frozen in place, watching as Draco took his eyes off of you and walked straight onto the train.

He had looked at you, genuinely looked at you. Your heart sank as you thought about his face, his expression. He had no sign of remorse, his eyes had nothing in them that hinted that he missed you as much as you missed him. He looked more annoyed than anything. That’s what hurt the most, he seemed to hate you now. You blinded back tears before grabbing your luggage and climbing onto the last train.

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I, I knew you Leavin' like a father Runnin' like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

You lied on your living room couch, flicking through the channels. You don’t know why you were so picky with what show too put on, it was just gonna be background noise anyways. That’s what it seemed like, everything was background noise now. Your thoughts were always filled with Draco’s eyes and his smile.

Your friends all wrote you letters when you first arrived home for the summer, but you just never replied. You didn’t have the energy to. You didn’t have the energy for anything it seemed like. Your father was still away on business matters, thankfully. You knew if he saw you right now he would be worried, very worried. You looked tired, thinner than usual. You had the same bags under your eyes as Draco did.

Merlin. Why did your stupid brain always go back to him. You sighed, rubbing your hand aimlessly over your eye lids. You were tired, but you hadn’t been able to sleep since Merlin knows when. Your dreams were plagued with happy memories and you hated it. You’d give an arm and a leg to have bloody nightmares instead.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. You looked over at the entry way, towards the front door. Your cat, Milo, sat on the headrest of the couch and stared at you curiously as you rose to your feet. You slowly made your way over to the door as the banging continued, now more loudly. You took a deep breath before opening the door, you genuinely didn’t know who it would be.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood at your front door, a smiling Dobby at their feet. Unlike the house elf, your friends did not have a smile on their faces. “Bloody hell, Y/N!” Hermione yelled as she shoved you aside, storming into your house. She turned towards you as the boys followed silently. “Are you kidding me? Where have you been? What have you been doing this whole bloody summer!” You’d never seen her so angry, she’d never gone off this bad with Ron. Dobby tugged on the sleeves of your sweater, making you tear your eyes off of your friends.

“Dobby is sorry, Dobby only wished to help his friends find Y/N. Dobby was worried for his friend.” Your body began to shake as you heard him speak. They cared about you, all of them And you had lied to them for your own selfish reasons. You felt guilt eating away at you slowly.

The frizzy haired girl looked down at the kitchen table, picking up a stack of unopened letters. Their unopen letters. “What the hell. You couldn’t even bother to open them.” Ron chimed in. He looked more hurt than anything. His frowned deepened as he met your eye. Harry remained silent, staring sadly at you.

“I-I..” You began to speak but the words could barely make it past your dry, chapped lips. You licked then quickly and looked down at your feet. You could feel the tears beginning to well up at the ends of your eyes. Merlin you were tired of crying.

“Is your dad home?” Hermione asked, her voice was less harsh but still firm. You shook your head as your bottom lip quivered slightly.

“When will he be returning?” Ron asked. You looked past him and at the wall behind him. You had to tell the truth, you’d already upset them.

“Another 3 weeks.” You said flatly. “I haven’t seen him since the start of summer. I’ve been here alone.” You looked at Harry, watching his eyebrows raise in shock.

“You lied to us.” Harry said, his tone dripping with disappointment.

That. That look they were all wearing on their faces, the silent words they weren’t speaking. The tension in the air. That was it. You felt something crack inside you and you gasped. Tears poured down your cheeks as you began breathing heavily. It was as if you’d had felt every possible emotion ever, but all of the negative ones. You felt loss, anger, betrayal, guilt, anxious, hungry, tired and numb. You couldn’t handle the way legs trembled as you collapsed the ground.

Harry was the first to act, scooping into his arms. Hermione came to your side and rubbed you. Ron crouched in front of you, tears in his own eyes as he watched one of his best friends break in front of him. “Y/N. What’s going on? What is happening to you?” Ron said softly.

“Just breathe, it’s okay we can talk about this after you calm down. You’re okay, we’re not cross with you. I’m sorry I yelled.” Hermione sniffled, hugging you while your in Harry’s arms.

“Yeah, we aren’t mad at you. We’ve been worried, extremely worried. That's why we’re here. We care about you.” Harry’s voice boomed behind you. Hermione and Ron nodded quickly, agreeing with the Boy Who Lived.

After you had calmed down and were able to make coherent sentences, you told them everything. You told them why you lied, you explained what happened with Draco. You apologized over and over, begging for your friends to forgive you for being so dumb. You were so dumb for not telling them, what were you thinking? You were so caught up in your head that you completely forgot you had amazing friends who meant the world to you.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserve nothing but the best. Draco is far from that.” Hermione whispered softly next to you. You and the golden trio were now in your room. Hermione lied next to you, Ron on your other side as Harry sat on your floor, rubbing a purring Milo.

“I swear I’ll bash his stupid face in when I see him. No one deserves to hear those things he said to you, especially you.” Ron said as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

“I..I just didn’t expect him to just leave like that. So abrupt and sudden.” You sighed. Draco had left your life just as fast as he entered it. Changing everything just the same. The pain you had felt when he left was the same pain you felt whenever your father would leave for his business trips. You remembered how you wrapped yourself around his tall frame, throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t want him to leave you. But now it was Draco who had left, and you couldn’t wrap yourself around him to make him stay.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and talking with your friends, and drinking pumpkin juice. You were happy that they came, truly. You didn’t want wallow in your sorrow anymore. You wanted to be free from Draco and the memories. But that was easier said than done.

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But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line

Returning back to Hogwarts wasn’t as hard as you anticipated. You’d spent the rest of your summer with the Weasley’s at the burrow. Molly was exhilarated when you showed up at her door with Ron, Hermione and Harry. The mother never failed to make you feel like you were apart of their big family.

You’d just finished unpacking your trunks when Hermione waltzed into the room. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have the bed next to the window. I always claim it.” She hummed as she plopped down onto your bed. You laughed loudly.

“Well thank you, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” You giggled, sitting next to your best friend.

She wore a wide grin as she grabbed your hands in her down. “I know how you can repay your debt.” She began as she watched you slowly. “Please tell me if you need anything, I’m serious. If you need to cry, let me know. If you need space, let me know. Just don’t push me away again. Any of us. We all love you, Y/N. You’re our best friend and we want to help you, that’s all.”

You smiled and threw your arms around the girl’s shoulders. “I love you, Mimi. What would I do without you.” You whipped the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes.

“Please don’t call me ‘Mimi’! I hate that childish name.” Hermione groaned before standing up.

You laughed as you followed your friend out of the dorms and through the common room. You made your way through the halls and towards the great hall. Harry and Ron were at your table already, chowing down. Your stomach grumbled loudly as you took in all the food before you. The welcoming feasts were always the best.

You sat down quickly, putting some shrimp and green beans onto your plate. “They have shrimp?” Ron asked, mouth full of bread. He eyed the shrimp on your plate before slowing reaching across the table.

“Ronald! Get your own shrimp, you thief.” You swatted his sticky fingers away from your plate. Ron smiled and scooped some of the seafood onto his own plate. Everything felt right again, you felt happy. You didn’t have to force a smile or a laugh, it was so natural. You’d missed yourself, you missed feeling like yourself.

A smoky, sweet scent wavered passed your nose, causing you to drop your fork onto your plate. You knew that smell all too well, it was him. You turned your head towards the smell and saw his blonde hair walking towards his table. You watched as he sat down with his Slytherin friends, laughing at something one of them had said.

You frowned, turning forward again. The familiar feeling of dread began to fill your chest once more. You didn’t want to cry, you were so tired of crying. “Y/N.” Harry said softly, reaching across the table and touching your hand gently. “You’re gonna be okay, it stops hurting eventually.” You nodded at his words, thanking him.

And you were okay, somewhat. Somedays were harder than others, but you could feel yourself healing minute by minute. The memories didn’t help though. You couldn’t go to the astronomy tower anymore, the memories too strong to ignore. You couldn’t sit under your favorite tree by the black lake anymore, memories of eating stolen pastries and chocolates with the boy who broke your heart. Hogwarts wasn’t the same without Draco by your side. You didn’t want it that way, but for now that was your truth, your reality.

Draco had imbedded a place in your mind, whether it was a present thought or in the back of your head; he was always there.

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A/N- let me know how you guys like this one:) PART TWO IS UP YAY!!!

part two- What am I now?

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