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ooglybooglycomfortstories · 7 months

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Distant Sparks (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) pt 2

YALL I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF- Okay so I totally didn't plan to be writing part 2 of this while I'm at school nor did I expect to write this much so HOLY CRAP guys, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

cw: cold(ish) miguel (he's getting better)

wc: 1271

pt1 ->pt2<- pt3

It’s been 2 days since you had decided that you were going to make a gift for Miguel. You were sitting in your house at the table with a project lying in front of you. You had always been artistic but never very sciencey, so you had decided to build him a spider-shaped wooden paperweight for him. You had taken great care to make sure that the gift looked as perfect as possible, spending over 5 hours on it over the past 2 days.

You grabbed the paint sitting next to your wooden project and dipped your brush inside the red. With each careful stroke over the wood, a new thought bubbled into your mind.

I hope Miguel likes this!

That was the most consistent thought out of all of them. Of course, you hoped he would like it. This was your hard work! You always bought or made gifts for your friends on their birthdays, but even though you knew Miguel was disinterested in being friends with anybody, you wanted to break down that wall that he had built.

After touching up the spider lying in front of you, you finally left it to dry. You hadn’t realized that it was now past dinner and you hadn’t even eaten yet! You had been so focused on that gift that you had lost track of the time. You quickly scurried into your kitchen and opened the fridge. You pulled out an apple to tide you over then when you finished eating it, you went and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was the day that you would get to give that gift to Miguel.

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Miguel was glued to those yellow screens up on his platform as usual. However, today was different. Miguel knew it was his birthday, but he had made it clear to everyone that he had no interest in celebrating it. He didn’t have the time to. He didn’t deserve it. Yet, he thought back to your conversation with him a few days ago and found himself subconsciously anticipating you to walk through those doors into his office. It made him feel stupid every time someone walked through those doors and he unwillingly hoped it was you. He had to admit… the kindness that you brought into spider society had begun to touch him too.

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You rushed through the halls of the society after you had slept in way later than you had planned to. You carried a moderately small gift bag in your hand that was decorated with sugar skulls. You hadn’t done it intentionally, you just grabbed one of the gift bags you had saved from an old Halloween gift exchange. You were always about saving money where you could, keeping old gift bags in your closet to reuse.

As you hastily approached the doors to Miguel’s office you felt yourself become increasingly excited. After finally reaching the doors, you walked in and called up to Miguel’s platform with enthusiasm.

“Happy Birthday!!! I know you told me not to get you anything so I made you something!!” Miguel is almost startled by your sudden presence but he quickly turns away from his work as if he was expecting you to show up. He curses himself for turning so quickly to you.

“I don’t want it”

You huffed and pouted at his lackluster response. You hadn’t spent over 5 hours of your time to just hear him say that then throw it away! You responded with the gift outstretched up towards him.

“I spent a long time making it for you though… at least look at it?”

You suggested and heard an audible groan and a mumbled ‘ay dios mio’ before Miguel gave in and put his hands on his hips, his eyes still focused on you.

“Fine. Bring it up here.” You smiled brightly at your accomplishment and carefully webbed yourself up to meet him on his platform. Miguel kept his eyes trained on you before they wandered down to the gift bag and he rolled his eyes at the design.

“Is the bag supposed to be funny?”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment for a moment and quickly begin to explain why the bag had sugar skulls on it.

“No! I keep gift bags from parties and stuff to reuse them and I didn’t notice that I had put the gift in this specific bag…”

You give him a giddy smile and hand him the bag. He raises a brow at your explanation but chooses not to question it. As he takes the bag from you he peeks inside and carefully pulls out the parchment paper to reveal the gift sitting at the the bottom. The moment he sees it he pauses. He doesn’t even pull it out yet.

“What is it…?”

He looks up at you in confusion at the gift. Sure, he saw that it was a wooden spider, but what was its purpose? To be honest, it reminded him of a gift from a child. He only half realized it, but he found it a bit endearing.

“It’s a paperweight! Jess told me that you always have a ton of paperwork up here and now that I’m up here I can see she was right!”

Miguel purses his lips as he glances over his desk space at the papers strewn across it. He never had the time to organize them. He thought about it for a moment before returning his attention to the gift and tenderly pulling it out of the bag and setting it down on his desk. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

“Thank you… But please, no more gifts…”

You nod at his request, acknowledging him.

“No more gifts- until next year!”

You say it so excitedly that he swears he can feel his heart clench. You were so kind to him while all he had been was harsh to you since you stepped foot into spider society. He knit his brows together and frowned, causing you to give him a puzzled expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Lo siento…”

He mumbles the apology so quietly that you almost don’t hear. Half of him hoped you wouldn’t understand what he was saying while the other half hoped you would and that you would accept the apology without question. Well, you did know Spanish and you knew exactly what he said. Your response?

“Por que?”

His gaze turns away from you and he shakes his head.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Now, you should go help Jess fill out those reports. Tell her to have you start bringing them from now on”

Once again. His words leave you extremely puzzled as you stand there staring at his back.

“Wh-”

Miguel cuts you off before you can finishing asking him why.

“Because Jess is busy. She goes on high-profile missions. I need her focused on missions, not delivering paperwork”

Miguel’s cold tone takes the place of his previous less hostile one and you realize that just like the last time you had talked to him, this conversation was over. You nod behind him, even though you know he can’t see you and you quietly exit his office. As Miguel is left by himself he feels his heart ache a bit at the absence of your cheerful presence. Regardless, Miguel focuses back on work reminding himself that you are just a distraction to his work. Yet, he can’t keep himself from allowing his eyes to wander over to the wooden spider. He stared at it for a while before sighing and shaking his head. What on earth had you done to him?

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kookblurx · 8 months

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1920 - jjk [ chpt 3. ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ chapter 2 / chapt. 4

→ RATING: 18+

→ NOTE: thank you for blowing up the first chapter with so many reblogs and welcome to all new followers. also if there are any creative people among us, feel free to design a header for this story. i will try to include every pic in the next chapters + linking your account. ( no must! ). Also please enjoy the second chapter <3 DISCLAIMER; this is a piece of art, not many events will be historically correctly.

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The Present:

as you ran back into the mansion you neary stumbled over one of the cats who frequently visit this place.

"sorry little one" you spitted out breathless before you climbed up the stairs.

you needed to get to your laptop before your grandparents noticed that you are back inside again. this might be your vacation but your grandma loved to give you tasks whenever she saw you around. inside your room you immediately locked the door behind you; something which was unacceptable in this house but now you didnt cared. with shaking hands you started the black notebook on your bed. it wasnt the newest one but it was doing its job during university. to your displeasure it took ages for it to boot up, at least you had some time to change into a set of clean clothes. as you got back to the laptop it was finally up and ready to go. the first thing you googled was " the berserker" plus the year he lived in. of course there were a few matches to the search but none of it was a reliable source. the most things which came up were forums where people shared the rumours and myths from back then. here and there jungkook's name popped up, followed by people asking who he was. one of those bloggers seemed kinda hurt about the lack of knowledge those people had. maybe he was the key to this mystery. you clicked on his username, determined to sent this "chimchim" person an email. your email was short, its content were a simple sentence:

"i know who jungkook was. could you please answer me some questions?"

while you waited for an answer you got back to google. there you putted jungkook's full name in and voila, a lot of sources popped up. even history blogs same as newsletters wrote about him. none of them metioned that he was a war hero. something was off for sure. none of those articles mentioned what had happened to him, only that he "allegedly died in 1920. not how or why he died on that specific spot. at the same time someone added you in the chatrooms which were open on your laptop. taking a quick glance presented you the username "chimchim" on the screen. hesitant if you should answer him right away you clicked on the log in button.

chimchim:hey, just saw your email. what do you wanna know? blueberry: this mind sound weird. but i found this pic in my grandparents mansion [ inserts the pic ]. i found out its about a .. jungkook guy. chimchim: holy crap. do you realize how much this pic is worth it?! blueberry: i dont care. you seem to know a lot about him so .. can you answer me so questions? chimchim: fine, what do you wanna know? blueberry: why does none of the newssites ever mention that he was a war hero? chimchim: shit, you know about that? i only heard some rumours. probably has something to do with his family. they took it down that they had a famous ancestor. blueberry: but why? chimchim: i dont know. im sure they are hiding something. blueberry: hiding something? why would someone want to hide such a accomplishement? chimchim: exactly. blueberry: you .. dont happen to know how he died or what happened to him? chimchim: there are rumours but no one is certain about that. blueberry: what are those rumours? chimchim: the one that keeps popping up is that he got betrayed by his own people. no one knows if it was his lover, best friend or his own parents. but he didnt died because of a war. blueberry: betrayed you say ... chimchim: hey, if your grandparents had this pic, they surely have more infos in their house. i need to go. i will try to dig up some more. bye!

with those words chimchim logged off. maybe he was right, there must be something in your grandparents library .. but before you went there again you got back to google. chimchim mentioned a lover, there must be something about her on the internet. after 10 minuted you finally found another blog full of history nerds who talked about her.

"lets see ..."

you clicked on the "more" button on one of the blog entries. apperently the berserk was in love with a commoner, a normal girl from another village. but as everything else in his life, this was just another rumour. no one exactly knew who she was or where she came from. the only certain thing everyone knew that she popped up out of nowhere. weird, how can someone appear out of nowhere? as you read more of the blog the whole situation became weirder and weirder. the girl seemed to dissapear here and there and didnt came back for days. as you wanted to give up, a comment catched your attention. someone wrote about her name, her alleged name. you read through the whole comment but as soon as you reached the part with her name, your vision became blurry. frantically you rubbed your eyes with both hands but it didnt helped. suddenly the screen turned brighter, so bright that it hurted your eyes. you closed your eyes shut, hoping it would stop. thats something your laptop never did before; as you reached out your hand to press the buttons, your fingertips touched the soft fabric of the bedsheets. were you going insane? your laptop was right there.

slowly you opened your eyes, first you didnt noticed any major chances but then ... as soon as your eyes fully adjusted to the change of light, you nearly fell down from the bed. this wasnt your bedroom.

The Past:

"not again ..."

thanks to the furniture it didnt took you long to realize where you were right now. somehow you travelled back in time, again. suddenly you remebered the words of the fairy about trigger points and places. a sigh escaped your mouth, so you really managed to trigger another puzzle piece of the past. something which includes the name of the mysterious lady in jungkook's life. leaning back on your hands, the fingertips of your left hands bumped into something. your whole body froze. this cant be right? slowly you turned your head to the side. underneath the red fabric of the blanket .. there was someone, breathing. peacfully asleep as it seemed. from here you couldnt see who it was and you didnt cared first. slowly you scooted away from the warm body as slowly as you could. at the same time your right hand slipped, sending you flying onto the ground.

your ellbow hit the hard wodden floor, making you whine in pain. were floors always this hard in the past? you bit down on your bottom lip while holding your ellbow, making sure to not make another sound. the person underneath the blanket started to shift more as a grunt was heard. you were so busy tending to your hurting ellbow that you didnt noticed how the person sat up on the bed. it really hurted like hell as you prayed that you didnt broke it.

"... oh -... oh my god are you okay?!"

with a painful expression you finally looked up to the bed. there he was, shirtless. jeon jungkook. instead of getting mad and screaming at you, he threw the blanket away. as he did that before getting down from the bed, your face turned into a tomato. he wasnt only shirtless, he was completely naked.

"w-wait! stop!" with your other hand you started to cover your face. "but .. you hurted yourself! let me see your ellbow" jungkook on the other hand seemed totally unfazed by the fact that he was naked.

out of nowhere your heart started to race as you still covered your eyes. this was too embarrassing. you knew how a naked men looked like, of course you do. you are not a child anymore but this man was a total stranger. someone you only saw once. on top of that, realistically speaking, he was already dead in your timeline. shutting your eyes close, you reached out with your hand. pressing against his chest to keep him away from you.

"dont be like that! let me see if its broken!" jungkook complained while trying to press forward. "c-can you please, for god's sake, wear some clothes!"

jungkook stopped in his movements as he finally saw how red your face was. a sigh escaped his lips, the next thing you heard were his footsteps. another noise you couldnt assign to an item inside the room. then again, he was right in front of you, this time you opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with his bare chest. at least he was wearing some pants now.

"can i see it now?" his voice grew more impatient, so you just nodded holding your ellbow into his direction.

jungkooks fingertips were soft on your skin as he looked at your ellbow. by now it had turned slightly red but the pain was still prominent. this changed as you finally looked into jungkook's face. the last time you got here you werent able to see it so close in front of you. he might be a war hero but his facial expressions were kinda soft; an indication that he didnt got corrupted by all the wars he went to. on his cheek was a scar, kinda deep somehow it suited him. his dark lock fell into his face, framing it oh so gently. the first urge which befell you was to touch it. to run your fingers through it while he tended to your ellbow. your eyes travalled further down to his chest. it was defined but not too muscular, further down you could see a hint of a sixpack. at the same time you really hoped he didnt heard your loud gulp as you saw how his biceps kept flexing while examining ellbow.

"seems fine to me ... maybe we should bring you over to one of the doctors just to be - ..." jungkook lifted his head were he noticed how close you two were to each other.

you kept looking into his eyes and suddenly your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. bubbles of happieness rised up inside of your stomach as at the same time your hands became sweaty. what was this feeling? even jungkook seemed to be distracted by something as he kept staring at you. the grip on your ellbow grew more tightly, normally it would hurt but you didnt felt it. you only felt his soft fingertips on your hot skin. time suddenly stopped existing around the two of you as jungkook leaned in more closely. for the first time you noticed his scent. he smelled like soap, like the woods after a rain fall and like lavender in the morning.

"i ... thank you, really" your mouth felt dry as you finally spoke up. jungkook on the other hand didnt spoke a word, he only nodded in response. "you can ... let go if me now" at the same time your heart told you that he shouldnt.

to your suprise he actually did let go, stood up and turned his back towards you. god, even his back was muscular with his broad shoulders. why does such guys doesnt exist in your timeline? your legs were a bit shaky as you stood up, watching him as he putted on a white shirt from the closet. it fitted him perfectly and flattered his muscles in every way. jungkook's waist was so small and thin, it would be so easy to wrap your arms around it. the moment you took a step forward the door sprung open. a breathless jimin was seen

"jungkook, its serious. we need your help!"

jimin completely ignored your presence as jungkook walked past you "what is it" "t-the ironbloods, they are attacking the village again!" "... alright, go and grab my sword. we will set out immediately" for a short second jungkook looked over his shoulder into your direction.

this wasnt good. maybe he was killed there? you needed to stop him. immediately you strechted out your hand, stumbling forward.

"wait! y-you cant-!"

the door closed and at the same time your hand went right through it. your whole body straight went through the door before crashing onto your bedroom floor. the pain in your head was unbearable as you tried to sit up. both of your hands formed into fists.

"why now?! how can i save him like this?! why did you brought me back now!" you screamed into your empty room, hoping your fairy would answer you. there was nothing, nothing but silence.

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tehaxo · 1 year

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Heyoo! Hope you're having a good morning/night, I thought I'd stop by and send in an ask.

I'm not sure whether this is considered HCs or not, but who do you think out-of-the-current U.A. staff would randomly take a week break.....Only to spend it by staying up all night?

Like, they wanted to have a ✨️restful✨️ break but ended up just making their schedules even worse 💀💀😭

Thank you!

!If this ask is not of your liking, feel free to ignore it!

OH MY GOD LOL ITS OBVIOUSLY AIZAWA FOR SURE! also i hope you dont mind, i made reader be with aizawa <3 i apologize if it’s not what you wanted.

pairing: aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i had so much fun writing these.

People would be super concerned when he would randomly take the week off and try to contact him, only to be angrily told off and hung up on.

He’d be happy that he got the week off but now that he has it, he’s confused. He couldn’t sleep whatsoever, what was wrong? He was able to sleep everywhere else completely fine.

You were also part of the crowd who was concerned but all your questions were answered once you found him tucked in bed. You guys had a shared bed and his low huffs didn’t go unnoticed and it annoyed you a bit, to be honest.

“Stop tossing and turning, You’re taking all of the blanket! And quit it with your sighing, it’s so loud I can’t sleep!” “I’m trying to sleep, stop yelling.”

The nerve he had, YOU were trying to sleep too! But he ignored your complaints and tried to get himself to sleep.

He was quite jealous of you in the morning, he wished he was in your place- Sleeping and resting. Once you were awake, you saw him staring down at you and you nearly got a heart attack. “Holy crap, You look like shit! Did you even sleep?”

A day would pass, and his efforts still went to waste. He’d go to your guys’ living room and come up with a solution, to watch until he got tired. He put on a random show and waited till he felt sleepy, except he ended up getting engrossed in the show. Episode after episode there was another cliffhanger that pissed him off. He refused to do anything else until he finished it.

He ended up regretting staying up watching the show because the ending was shit. Well, what was he expecting? He already knew the show was bad enough at the beginning but still chose to watch it. “Hey, you didn’t come to bed last night. Are you o- Huh? Were you watching my show?”

After getting situated in the morning and dropping you off at work, he was relieved. He immediately hopped into bed and closed his eyes. Finally, he was falling asleep. He was in the most comfortable position ever, seconds from passing out. “Hey, don’t forget to clean the cat’s litter! And put food in his bowl,” were the words before you hopped out of the car and rushed off.

He cursed at himself, he couldn’t get one moment of peace. He’d angrily get out of bed and then do the chores you asked him to. But as he was about to return to the room, he noticed that the house was super messy. He tried to ignore it but the thought of you coming back to a messy house after work upset him so he’d get out of bed once again and clean the whole house. All the sleepiness he had before was gone and he could no longer fall asleep.

He was doing everything but sleeping, he was doing it to himself at this point. He’d sip on coffee for a whole day and then wonder why his eyes won’t stay shut when he tries to sleep. On other days, you’d guys go out and spend time together. So he gave up on the last days of the week and accepted that he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

During that week, goals were not accomplished. He did not get one day of proper rest. When it was time to return to U.A, he looked like he had his soul stolen out of him. Many of the students and staff would ask how his break was then he’d respond with a scowl.

“I’ll have you know, I slept a lot. All I did was rest and nothing else.” “Oh… Uhm, okay then.” He would lie in a furious tone, it was obvious he did quite the opposite to everyone. So they would try not to get on his nerves too much for a few days.

So there, his whole week of struggling to sleep. Perhaps he’ll be able to sleep today peacefully.

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 11- We're Proud Of You

Chapter Summary: Jin helps Jennie when she has an unexpected period. Jennie has another annual event that she created and decides to just go alone without letting BTS know. Little does she know, she can't hide things from her boys and they'll always be there for her.

Words: 3,000+

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Hissing in pain as a sharp cramp wakes her up, Jennie groans and slowly sits her, clenching her stomach.

"What the heck...?" She grumbled. Grabbing her phone, she read that it was Saturday, a little after 9:00 am. Throwing the covers off of her, she gasps in shock.

"Oh no..." She said in a tight voice, getting butterflies in her stomach.

Blood was stained on her bed sheets and so were her pajama pants. Quickly getting out of bed, she paced around, taking the scarf off her head that she slept with.

"What am I gonna do-what am I gonna do-what am I gonna do!?" She cried out in a hushed tone.

She could not let the guys see her, like this. What would they think? Would they be weirded out? She had to clean this up fast. Hopefully, none of them were awake, yet.

Taking the bed sheets off her bed, she quietly walks out of her room, looking around for any of the members. When the coast was clear, she made her way to the laundry room.

"Clean the sheets, then take a shower. Simple. They'll never notice." She sighed, opening up the washer.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

A deep voice asked behind her. The voice made her flinch, dropping her bloody bed sheets. Slowly turning around, nervously, she looks at the person anxiously.

Of all people...it was Jin. Her whole body was starting to heat up. She really wanted to crawl into a hole, now. Was he going to scold her?

"J-Jin! What are you doing up so early?" She stammered.

"I was going to cook breakfast but heard something in the laundry room." He responded, looking down at the bed sheets curiously. He walked up to the sheets and picked them up. "Unexpected period?"

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing...I'm sorry." She facepalmed but got a laugh from him.

"Don't be. Let me help you. Take a shower and get dressed. We'll go to the store so we can buy you the things you need."

"Wait, Seriously?" She looked at him, astonished. "You aren't weirded out?"

Smiling warmly, he shook his head. "Not at all! Now go shower! We gotta buy you things to help you with your period."

Sighing out of relief, she obeys, grateful to him. "Thank you so much, Jin."

Jin was so kind to her and so understanding.

After showering and getting dressed, placing some tissue paper to aid the bleeding temporarily, and eating breakfast, the two of them head to the supermarket. With Jennie pushing the cart, following a happy Jin around the store, and getting ingredients, they finally come across the pads.

"You don't feel embarrassed to be buying me pads?" She asked, placing two packs in the cart.

"Not in the slightest. I've dealt with this, before. Do you want any chocolate? Other snacks? To help?"

"Yes, please!"

After putting all the snacks she thought would help her with her period, Jin continues going through the aisles until the stack of magazines catches his eye. Smiling, he grabbed one magazine in particular and turned to Jen.

"Did you see this, yet? You look great."

"Holy crap, I didn't think it would be out, so soon!" She grabbed the magazine to the page where she had a small interview for High Cut Magazine.

'Meet Miss Bangtan! The Bulletproof Girl Scout, Jennie!'

The picture had her jumping in midair with her trademark grin and arms up in the air, looking cute.

'Who Is Miss Bangtan?' Was another caption on the page.

The article talked about her being an African American female in a male K-Pop group in America and how she has been talked about even before BTS' debut. There were even sections of her interview with High Cut magazine.

They asked her 'What do you hope to accomplish here as a foreigner in South Korea?' and she responded with, 'To break all the boundaries while having a successful career, here. Break records with BTS and make new friends. I'm super excited with what's to come in my journey with BigHit Entertainment.'

She had been getting talked about more. Good and bad. Some thought it was a bad idea to put a girl from America in BTS, but once she proved her Korean skills, and how serious she was, her critics have been having a hard time. She hopes to continue to grow with BTS and prove the doubters wrong.

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On October 13th, in the practice room, with the lights off and candles lit on the cake that Jennie held, BTS surprised Jimin on his 19th birthday, singing Happy Birthday to him. He was overwhelmed with joy as he laughed. Once he blew out the candles, he was met with loud cheers and claps.

"Hahah, jeesh, don't hurt him!" Jennie laughed when the guys started smacking him on the back, along with Suga yelling for Jimin to cry.

"Faster cry! You have to cry!" J-Hope yelled while V grabbed Jimin from behind, yelling at him to get down on the floor.

"Wait! The chicken!" Jennie warned with a giggle. "The food!"

"Hey, the chicken! Chicken, chicken!" J-Hope grabbed the bag of chicken that was held by Jimin. "I'll return you, your chicken later."

"Don't forget about your cake!" Jennie presented it to him with both of her hands. It brought joy to her heart seeing the guys so happy, like this.

"Ah, it's pretty! Thank you." He happily said, holding the cake in one hand and covering his mouth with his other. "Ah, it's my bare face."

Glancing at him like he was insane, she playfully snapped at him. "Boy! If you don't hush! Your bare face is fine! Embrace that naturalness." She gave him a birthday smack on the back while he responded with giggles.

After taking out the candles on the cake, Jennie and the rest of the guys smear icing on Jimin's face before taking a group birthday photo with him.

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On October 15th, Jennie told Bang PD about the traditional Singing Exhibit she had back in America and wanted to continue the tradition here in South Korea. Liking the idea, he allowed her to work on the project and planned to have 'Avid Vocals' in a small venue in Seoul. Once the information was out about it, ARMYs quickly planned on going, shocking her the most. She still wasn't used to the overwhelming support from the fans.

But having bad memories of her old group not going, she had asked Bang PD to keep 'Avid Vocals' from the rest of the BTS members since she didn't want to bother them. They would probably want to work on their dancing anyway.

When it was October 18th, it was time for the free event. She stood up on the stage, looking around at how many people had come. Even nonfans of BTS came along just for the simple fact of singing. It filled her heart with joy.

"Wow! So many people! Hello!" She greeted. "Thank you so much for coming! This is the second annual Avid Vocals. I had the first one back in America, and it's an event where we come together to happily sing and have a great time. Whenever you can sing good or bad, just being here because you like to sing, is more than enough as we all support each other."

She was met with a big applause as she smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up. She didn't think over 170 people would show up. "I shall keep this short and simple. If you want to sing, there's a signup sheet, right here at the front. Pick any song, we'll get the instrumental, and that's that! Let's get this show on the road! Please enjoy the event!" She announced with even louder cheers.

Once she got off the stage, performances started in 30 minutes. She took the time to meet and greet with some fans. Security guards had to make them form a line and give her some breathing space. She could hear fans cheering her name, and yelling that they loved her. It was touching. While taking autographs and pictures, she also had deep conversations with people about singing. Asking questions like, 'Why do you like to sing?' and 'Why do you like to listen to others sing?'

Hopefully, Bang PD will let her do this every year because this event seems to be going successfully.

There were a lot of Korean songs that Jennie was not so aware of when she heard people perform. She made mental notes to research and listen more to Korean music for future reference. An hour into the event, it was finally her turn. She grabs the guitar that she borrowed from Big Hit and sits on a stool, on the stage.

"I'm going to sing one of my favorite songs from America. I hope you all enjoy." She began strumming, playing the first few notes of She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.

In addition to the first notes that she played, the crowd immediately knew what the song was and started cheering. Covering the song in a soft, gentle but strong voice, she happily sang her heart out. After she was done, the audience cheered loudly, but familiar voices caught her attention.

"JENNIE~!"

"YEAH! GO JENNIE!"

"WOO HOO!"

"GO ENNIE~"

"THAT'S MY GIRL!"

"WAHHH SHE'S SO GOOD~"

The sudden obnoxious whoops and cheers of BTS made her widen her eyes. Looking ahead, she could see them at the back, goofing all.

"No way..." She murmured to herself, in disbelief.

Jungkook's bunny smile...

Yoongi's gummy smile...

Hobi's goofy dancing...

Jimin's eye smile...

Tae's boxy grin...

Namjoon and Jin's weird yet unique dance moves...

Were they here, right now?

"G...guys?" She suddenly said on the mic, standing up.

Some people started to turn around to see the members of BTS at the back. ARMYs quickly make their way to them while security guards manage to keep things safe and simple.

How the heck did they know she would be here?

Getting off stage and heading to the back, she waits for them backstage. Before she knew it, they finally found her.

"Ahhh how come you didn't tell us about this?" Namjoon playfully scolded.

"You did great!" Tae smiled, patting her head.

"Yeah. Nicely done. I liked your singing." Yoongi mentioned.

"Me too! Love the guitar playing!" Jungkook beamed.

"Jennie, you're really good at the guitar. We should play sometime!" Jin offered

J-Hope screamed, jumping up and down. "JENNIE~ How dare you not tell us! That was amazing!"

"YEAH! Why didn't you tell us!?" Jimin added.

Looking down with guilt, she sighed. "I...I thought you guys wouldn't be interested." She admitted

"Hey." Namjoon placed a hand on her shoulder as she raised her head, to look at him in the eyes. He smiled. "That's not true. It won't be true and it never will be true. We're a group, we stick together. We always support each other. You are the Bangtan Girl. You are a part of BTS, just like the rest of us. You know that. We're proud of you, Jennie."

Hot tears of joy formed in her eyes. Before she knew it, they were streaming down her face as she sniffed and turned away.

Jimin started laughing. "Ahhh she's crying!"

"YAH! Namjoon what was that!?" Tae playfully scolded.

"You made her cry! How dare you!?" Jin hit him.

"I-I didn't mean to! Oh my god, Jennie, I'm sorry!" Namjoon started stumbling over his words, trying to make her stop crying. "I'm sorry!"

But before he knew it, she wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you, guys."

"Awwwweeeee." Jimin and Tae cooed, enjoying the cute scene in front of them.

Chuckling, Namjoon hugged her back. "Don't mention it,"

"AHHHH! GROUP HUG~" J-Hope yelled, happily wrapping his arms around the both of them.

"I wanna hug too!" Tae joined in, as the others followed suit.

"G-guys you're squishing me." Jennie groaned out.

"Embrace the love!" Tae giggled before they all let go while laughing.

Jin wiped the tears from her eyes and handed her a tissue. "Make sure to tell us when the next one is so we can come and support you. We may even sing ourselves."

"How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?" She looked on curiously.

"Bang PD told us!" Jungkook answered.

"Insane."

"I also saw fans tweeting, about it." J-Hope added. "And then I asked him, so then he told us."

"I'm glad he did. You guys are the best."

----

It was a special day for BTS as they were seated on stage for the ARMYs in a fan meeting. They were celebrating their 100 days and it was time to read their personal letters to the ARMYs. After some funny banter and sad music in the background to set the mood, as well as the dimmed lights, Rap Monster goes first to read his letter. Jennie, seated in between Suga and Jin, eagerly listens to his heartfelt letter.

"I am Rap Monster. When I look at ARMYs, these thoughts come up. I wonder if I've ever supported and cheered on someone so passionately. Looking back, I realized I used to live only caring for myself and I find that really embarrassing. Back then, expressing my feelings for another person was doing something I wouldn't even think about doing. I knew one way or another we would get hate, but meeting our ARMYs truly changed and is still changing my outlook on the world and my life. I learn so many things from you all every day. The thing that I'm most scared of is disappointing you all. It's because like I always say, without you all, I don't exist."

His words made everyone 'aw' as he let out a short chuckle. "ARMYs, there's a saying that if someone fulfills their dream, it becomes the dream of another. I want to be that kind of person. I want to be your dream. I think that's my role. Tomorrow will be better than today, and the day after that will be better than tomorrow. I, Rap Monster, will work towards being an artist and leader like that. I love you, all."

After everyone's applause, it was Suga's turn. "Hello, ARMYs. It's Suga. Thanks to our busy schedules, my body is always tired but meeting the ARMYs who cheer for us always gives me energy. ARMYs are the reason Bangtan exists. I'm not good at saying embarrassing things and I can't express my feelings easily but I trust that you all know how I feel. I love you, and thank you. ARMYs, I love you!"

When it was Jin's turn the ARMYs 'aw' when he started to tear up.

"Truthfully, in the past, I never had much thought that this was enjoyable. When I think about it now, even while I was preparing to debut, I remember always wondering if this was really the right path for me and this prevented me from trying a lot of things. After meeting our ARMYs, I'm thankful because I'm smiling a lot more and have become a more positive person. I'll work hard from now on to make you all smile and show a better side of myself. Thank you."

Once Jin finished, it was J-Hope's turn to read his letter. "As a trainee, I always wondered when I'd be able to stand on stage and how it'd feel to hear the loud cheers from the people who genuinely like and support me. My fantasy became a reality and now I'm here, making music, receiving love from fans and working hard on promotions." He read.

"Truthfully, I can't believe it. I loved dancing so much, I didn't study and often left the house early in the morning to practice. After suffering for a long time, I finally got the chance to go to Seoul. The people who were the happiest for me were my parents. At that moment, my dad's smile..." He trailed off, tearing up while he was hit with a chorus of aws. Before everyone knew it, everyone started tearing up.

Jennie managed to fight back the tears, blinking quickly. "Ah, J-Hope, lower the intensity a bit and try reading it, again!" Suga spoke up on the mic, earning a few laughs to lighten up the mood.

After J-Hope pulled himself together, he continued reading. "More than anything, our ARMYs who love us, thanks to you all, I'm really, really thankful. To be honest, each day is tiring and difficult but I believe that the sole reason I can make it through is because of our ARMYs. I want to say thank you for always coming to cheer for us. Just like our lyrics, I want Bangtan to leave an imprint on the world. Our ARMYs, I love you." He smiled and wiped his tears with a tissue.

Before Jennie knew it, it was her turn as she looked down at her paper, taking a deep breath. "Ah...actually, I'm going to read from the heart." She set the paper down and looked up at the ARMYs as they whoa and cheered.

"Okay, Smartie. Trying to show off, I see." Suga said on his mic, as everyone laughed.

She let out a short, low chuckle before getting serious, and looking back at the crowd. "It's...hard for me to express my emotions. I try to keep them to myself and not really get too emotional, but when it comes to you all, I can't help but express my love and appreciation for how much support you've given me. My family..." She breathed out shakily and closed her eyes.

ARMYs aw and some yell, "We love you, Jennie~" and "Don't cry~ It's okay!"

"I'm so thankful for them for allowing me to do this..." She exhaled again and paused, looking down. "Sorry. This was much better in my head."

"You all right, smartie? Do you need some smarties?" Suga asked while everyone started to giggle.

"Ah, that would be great, actually." She turned to him.

"I brought them, just in case. Free of charge." He took one out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Wow! This is the nicest he's been to me all day." She joked and popped one in her mouth. "Getting back on track, I just want to say that...my family has made a lot of sacrifices for me and I'm happy that they allowed me to be here today. Although I was only a trainee for a very short amount of time, I hope to inspire people with my singing and dancing."

"To be honest, not a lot of Americans can say that they were able to be a part of a K-Pop group, and I'm grateful that you all have given me the chance to prove how passionate I am about this opportunity." she continued.

She'll never take this for granted. This has been such an amazing experience so far.

"Thank you for welcoming me with open arms, and allowing me to show you my strengths and weaknesses while in this awesome group. I will continue to stay positive and I hope you look forward to watching me grow. I will continue to work hard with BTS and get better every time I perform. Although I still have a lot to learn here in South Korea, I hope that you continue to support me through my accomplishments and struggles. I love you, all." The corners of her lips curled up into a bright smile as she bowed while everyone happily applauded and cheered for her.

"Hello, ARMYs. I'm the member in charge of attractiveness in the team, Jimin." He joked. "Maybe it's because we're still rookies but the promotions for our second album seem to be flying by so quickly. You all probably don't know this but as a trainee, I really didn't know if I'd ever get to debut. My training period was only a year and was one of the shortest out of all the members but..." He trailed off and covered his face with his letter.

"Jimin-ssi...yes. I...I don't know what to say to comfort you..." Suga spoke up to him while everyone laughed once again.

Pulling himself together, Jimin continued. "Really, I cried a lot, was exhausted and thought about giving up frequently. But after having debuted like this-ah, I'm sorry." His voice got shaky as he teared up.

"Please wait." Suga asked the ARMYs.

"Don't cry!" Jin added.

"Aw, Jimin..." Jennie looked on with a sad expression.

Pulling himself together again, Jimin spoke up, again. "It's so fun, amazing and dream-like that I can sing, dance, pose and act silly in front of you all. As the days pass by, I want to develop and show you all a better side of me. ARMYs, I hope for you to always be by our sides and watch us grow. To the ARMYs who love Bangtan and I, I love you all! Thank you!"

After the cheers, V was next. "Hello, how are you, all? I'm V from Bangtan, the group that has already reached their 100th day since debut. The fact that I'm a singer now, I still can't believe it. Everything is still fascinating and the fact that I can speak like this in front of our fans is exciting, difficult and makes me feel so many different emotions. There are still things that I don't know and are new to me but I'll work hard to improve and hope to become a Bangtan that ARMYs can be proud of. Our ARMYs, I love you." He smiled

"Jungkook, are you crying? Okay, the last member is Jungkook!" J-Hope announced

"Hello, I'm Jungkook. I try hard to tweet, post on the fan cafe, and write letters, but it's harder than I thought. To bare someone your honest self and true emotions, that's something I find really difficult to do. Having promoted up till now, I developed a small but big goal. I want to become a singer that can touch people with his voice and also to become such a singer that people can, without hesitating, proudly and being not embarrassed at all to say "I'm a fan of BTS!". You are all such an important existence to us, so I feel really upset when you say that you are sorry. I hope that we can be thankful for each other. I believe that as time goes on, we will continue to make memories together and will even be able to talk to each other simply by making eye contact. ARMYs, I really love you, all. Thank you."

After Jungkook's letter, J-Hope began to speak. "And like this, we will be wrapping up Bangtan Diary Ch. 1, Autumn. It was really...really...really touching. How was it? How about we get everyone to talk about how they felt?"

Jin went first. "First of all, I want to say that I'm sorry because I think that I'm the one who made the mood like this." He laughed. "I also want to say that every single thing our ARMYs say to us poses as a great strength. We'll be a Bangtan that will never disappoint you so please continue watching over us! Thank you!" He bowed.

"I love you and thank you." Jungkook said before he covered his face with his letter and ended up crying. Everyone aw'ed while Jennie started feeling her eyes sting as she fought back the tears.

"Ya'll really gon' make me ruin my makeup, today, huh?" She fanned herself as she tried to get rid of the developing tears in her eyes. Everyone ends up laughing at her comment while she cracks a smile herself. Her comment lightened up the mood as Jungkook pulled himself together.

"I always try to show that I love you all and am thankful but it's still extremely difficult," Jungkook mentioned. "But now I've managed to show a little bit of how I feel here, so...I love you." He wiped his tears with a tissue.

"Really while getting to be here like this, I think I've realized what kind of person I am and have to become." Rap Monster said. "ARMYs, we're really thankful that you exist. We'll work really, really hard. Thank you! Up till now, this was Bangtan." He stood up with the rest of the members.

"2,3!"

"Thank you!" The members of BTS bow.

#bts 8th member #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bangtan gal #jungkook x oc #jin fluff #bangtan boys #bts added member #bts additional member

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ol1verdrawsyt · 1 year

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Since you wanted Dialtown questions, which route do you enjoy the most? :3

YOU GUYS KEEP ASKING ME THE HARDEST QUESTIONS, I CAN'T CHOOSE JUST ONE 😭

I'm just gonna talk about why I enjoy all the routes and my least favorite one because I cannot choose.

Chapter 3 is amazing because of obvious reasons. The datable is the most fucked up one of them all, and watching Norm slowly start to warm up to you is so sweet. The Mingus showdown is genuinely amazing, and reading Callums note almost made me cry if I'm being honest- The fights with the Mingling are all just so goofy and fun, especially Stabby and Shooty.

Randy's route is probably one of my favorites aside from Oliver's (I'll get to him later). Randy is such an amazing little fella and I love how in his route you explore a lot of places. He's the only route where you can explore Dialtown after the date, and it kinda keeps your attention span. Randy getting his happy ending is always fun, and it's probably the route I visit the most if I'm having a bad day. I just really like Randy, man.

Oliver's route! The first time I met Oliver, I knew immediately I was gonna fall in love with this man. The plot of him making a movie is really unique and fun to imagine. I know it was like a horrible low-budget train wreck, but I kinda wanna see it. Oliver's just always excited and has really funny dialog, so it really shines through and makes it super enjoyable. Also the plot of him and Mr.Dickens fulfilling their dreams together is so wholesome, dude.

Karens route is probably one of the hardest to start, but if you choose to stay at the ticket booth when Jerry says to leave, that's when the charm really begins. Karen is so amazing, and I love her a lot. She's another one who you notice throughout the route starts to warm up to you, unlike say Oliver who's immediately balls deep in love with you. It feels like an accomplishment when she's not afraid anymore to admit she loves and cares about you. It's one of the easiest to play after you get around the route diverging choices on day 2.

Now for my least favorite: Bigfoots route. I love him a lot, Bigfoot is a lovable monkey man, but holy crap is his route boring. Dialtowns main play style is obviously just dialog when talking to the narrator/datable. But with Bigfoots, because he doesn't talk, just Gingi and the narrator going back and forth gets old really quick. At least with the other routes talking to the datable is fun and with one's like Oliver you truly don't know what he's going to say next. But after so long of just standing in the forest talking to the narrator about bigfoot, it gets old. Speaking of which, you don't really go anywhere. Yes there's the part when you go to town hall, the theater, then finnaly the bank. But other than that, it's just standing in the forest talking to the narrator. You don't even see the aftermath of the funfair date, it ends right as Jerry lets you in. This is genuinely my only complaint about Dialtown is that the bigfoot route is just boring and keeps going on and on until you finnaly just take him to the funfair like you're supposed to.

Bigfoot himself is amazing, but his route is not.

Also I mean all of this in a very lighthearted way, please don't take it as me hating any character or route.

#dialtown

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vanosslirious · 1 year

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BBS Dialogue Prompts: #217

BBS Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 11 ]

VANOSSGAMING

These guys are really bad at parkour.

Oh, jumpscare, so scary!

He’ll do anything for candy.

Why are we buying pants?

I feel like I’m just hanging out with you guys in a random basement.

Where did this guy come from?

That sounds awesome.

Does that mean go, that means go, right?

You know what this is, a perfect opportunity to order food.

What did you do?

Sorry, I should’ve healed earlier.

I wish you died…

I discovered that eight hours ago.

You’re a poet, and you’re not aware.

Someone describe what the hell is going on.

I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying myself, I just said it was really cool.

Yes, my hero!

He was actually still alive.

What is this, some kind of sick cult?

I'm not even hungry, I just want to make sure I have something for a victory munch.

SMII7Y

Don't go for him, he's dangerous!

I'm hiding in the goddamn bathroom.

And we both accomplished something today.

He's just way better.

How is he not dead?

I did not do that, I just want to clarify, I did not do that.

That’s for killing me, you fuck.

Oh, wow, alright.

What’s it doing, it’s so shit.

It did nothing for me.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I’m ready to go where you guys are.

You guys ready for this adventure?

I told you not to do that.

Why does he want me?

I didn't take anything, swear to God.

I think he's gonna run the same deck.

I hate that so much.

I'm betting on the demon, and I don't know what it is yet, bitch!

We're not very good…vampires.

Oh my God, come here.

BLARG

No it wasn't, you're lying to yourself.

I'm gonna throw up to the sound of you playing harmonica!

You're not worth it.

Do I look like I bought the lobster?

Someone distract him.

I hate when dad drinks.

You guys look like a shitty high school play.

You know you’re wearing a lobster suit, right?

Sorry guys, my car alarms going off.

I'm all bricked up with nowhere to go.

WILDCAT

My teams really letting me down here.

You fucking rat!

He’s digging straight down.

I don’t think he’s working on it.

I almost fell.

I would’ve found it within seconds.

Not even fifteen minutes of footage, and he’s the one who died.

We should go on an adventure together.

Whoever shot him, thank you, you're doing the Lord's work.

What in the holy fuck am I getting into?

GRIZZY

What happened, I'm coming back.

We're also missing a door.

I'm gonna drink my problems away.

I wish my screen wasn't so fucking blurry.

Bro, what the fuck is going on here?

Can I have the hat?

Don't shoot him, just tie him.

This is all your fault!

That's not good.

Oh, that's probably what I was doing.

NOGLA

Does anyone want to hear about my tooth?

Don’t take your mask off!

Can we just agree that no one gives a fuck about the story.

You ain’t going to see me in person, you ain’t never going to see me in person, you never leave your house.

That gave me a migraine, am I dead?

I made my friend rage quit.

We did, that was the first switch we hit.

He’s the guy that haunts the house, didn’t you read the story?

This game is a little too complex for us.

Stop, I don’t know how this game works.

BIGPUFFER

Can this thing even catch up?

What, that killed me?

What the fuck do you mean 'good luck?'

How did you get him?

How the fuck did he live?

It's the same fucking guy, he keeps coming back.

Sorry, I audibly threw up.

Ooh! Don't revive him, it takes you in there!

How do you blow these things up?

Wait, is it in?

MOO

Wise words.

Are you freaking kidding me, holy crap!

Why is that your comeback to everything?

So comfy.

Maybe not punch all my animals.

At least I didn't do that.

Let me get back in this!

Oh, that's unfortunate for me.

Nice little warm up.

You guys don't know all the lore?

KRYOZ

I don't think it really matters, I don't think it was going to do what we needed it to do, anyways.

No, it was so close!

If I turn the wrong way, I'm just fucked.

Is this getting thinner?

Oh yeah, blame it on me not playing.

This is where I catch up.

What the fuck, I'm dead!

I got ahead, and you guys suck.

Help, help, hold my hand!

That's good, that's good, keep it going.

TERRORISER

Oh, that door opened down there!

Yeah, go fuck yourself.

He didn't choose it, but he's happy to keep it.

Did you punch the screen?

Where the fuck am I?

Spit on your hand.

What's this thing in the middle?

I feel like there's more in here and you're not telling us.

What the fuck is chasing me?

It's invisible on my screen!

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sweet-seishu · 2 years

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don't go

bonten! ran haitani x reader

warnings: 18+ (minors gtfo), brief smut nothing descriptive, blood, death, angst, fluff, mentions of guns, hurt with no comfort, NOT EDITED.

a/n: gonna drop this here and 🏃‍♀️. I am so sorry. I'm also sorry I'm bad with titles.

Ran never thought it would come to this.

He never thought he'd be in this position, but yet here he was.

•••••

"Oh come on Ran, can't I braid it just once?" You asked, making doe eyes at your best friend.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fine, if you'll shut up about it."

Yup squealed before making him sit and running your fingers through his hair.

"You have really soft hair you know." You told him, twirling the strands of hair together.

"I take care of it." He chuckled, closing his eyes at the feeling of you playing with his hair.

"I think you should have your hair like this more. I really like you with braids." You smiled.

"Yeah?" He smiled.

You hummed in agreement.

He wore it in braids ever since.

•••••

"A date?" He asked, heart suddenly dropping.

"Yeah! When he asked I just couldn't say no. He's really sweet to!" You smiled.

"But tonight is our night." Ran pouted.

"I'll make it up to you I promise, now I gotta go okay! I'll call you later!" You said, walking out the door leaving Ran alone.

You never did call him, instead you were knocking on his door only an hour later. Rin opened the door, looking at your tear stained face before letting you in and taking you straight to Ran.

When Ran saw you his eyes widened, arms going around you after you threw yourself into them.

"What happened?" He asked, letting you sob in his chest.

"H-he stood m-me u-up." You cried, clinging to him for dear life. Ran didn't know whether he wanted to leave now to beat this guy or wait a few days.

He decided on the latter, instead being there for you as you cried.

•••••

"God you're assholes." You muttered as the brothers approached you.

They were fresh out of jail. Again.

"What do you mean?" Ran smirked.

"Do me a favor and be smarter with your gang crap."

"Holy what's with the attitude? Ran asked, nodding for Rin to keep walking.

"Do you even understand how worried I was? Out of the blue I'm told you got arrested, how do you think I felt?"

Ran only stared down at you, a lazy smile forming on his lips.

"You really don't give a shit at all do you? Always have to make your gang shit more important than me. Well fuck you Ran I'm do-"

He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.

Your lips fit together perfectly, butterflies erupting in your stomach as your lips moved against his.

When he pulled away he smiled.

"I missed you to."

•••••

You moaned beneath Ran, his hips pounding into yours as you both reached your highs.

When he flopped beside you on the bed, you turned to face him, a small smile on your face.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothin, just looking at you." You told him. "Wondering how we got here, that's all."

"Well you pounced on me after we left the movie, then in the car when yo-"

"I don't mean that!" You laughed, hitting his chest lightly. "I mean like, I don't know, us I guess."

"The best friends to lovers trope." Ran chuckled.

"Yeah..." You said softly. "I always was hoping you liked me though.."

Ran looked at you, taking in your appearance. You really were beautiful, but he always thought you were.

"Well I can do you one better." Ran told you.

You raised a brow.

"I love you." He told you. You froze, taking in his words.

"You what?" You asked.

"I love you. Y/n I always have."

You didn't know when a tear fell from your eye, but Ran was suddenly wiping them from your cheek with his thumb, caressing your cheekbone.

"I love you to." You cried, moving to cling on to him.

•••••

"Why did Sanzu even call that meeting? Nothing was accomplished." You groaned as you sat in the car.

"He was probably high on something." Ran shrugged, grabbing your hand to bring to his lips. "But it's over now."

You sighed, holding Ran's hand tightly as you pulled up into the driveway of your shared home.

"And what was with Rin getting to leave early?"

"Baby stop worrying. It's done, let's just go in and relax yeah?" Ran told you.

"Yeah okay."

Ran got out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door. You grabbed his hand, linking your fingers with his as you walked to the door.

When you got in the house you were not expecting to see the place lit up with candles, rose petals on the floor.

You let go of Ran's hand, walking forward as you took in how pretty it looked.

"Ran what is th-" You gasped as you turned around, seeing Ran on his knee behind you.

"Y/n, you're my best friend. You've been there for me through everything. You're the only one who has ever put up with me, and you've always been my number one supporter. I've loved you since we were kids, and I promise to protect you always, I'll love you till the end of time, I'll even love you after. Y/n l/n, will you marry me?"

Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you smiled at the man in front of you.

"You sure you wanna be stuck with me that long Haitani?"

"It would be an honor." Ran smiled. You laughed, nodding your head yes as he slipped the ring on your finger, standing up to attach his lips to yours. Your hands found his purple locks, kissing him harder has you both smiled through it.

"I love you." You both said at the same time.

•••••

"Ran." You said quietly.

"Shh, be quiet." He told you, holding you in his arms.

"Ran please." You said again, weakly moving your hand to make him look at you. "Let me say this."

"No." Ran stated.

"Ran Haitani, you're everything to me." You smiled.

"Shut up y/n, don't talk."

"I know our lives are pretty dark, but Ran I'm so happy that I have a light like you. You always keep me grounded. I'm so grateful for you." You spoke. "The years I spent being yours, I really am a lucky girl."

"Y/n please." Ran pleaded. "Just stop talking."

"I love you Ran." You smiled, stroking his cheek softly before you coughed. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't be with you longer."

"We're gonna get you help okay? Just save your strength." Ran told you, tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to keep pressure on the bullet wound.

This was supposed to be an easy deal, quick in and out, but of course that wouldn't be the case. Before Ran could even notice the leader of the opposing gang had a gun pointed at him. All he remembers is hearing your scream before pushing him out of the way. Sanzu and Rindou had their guns pulled, being able to shoot everyone down while Ran made his way to you.

There was already so much blood as you collapsed, Ran easily catching you in his arms. He yelled at Rindou to call for help while Sanzu made sure there were no other enemies around.

Now he was holding your weak body in his arms covered in your blood, unable to accept that you were dying.

"You know I can't be saved baby." You told him. "And it's okay, I don't regret anything- just wanted to be sure that you would be able to live-"

"Stop talking like that." Ran cried. "We called for help, you're going to be fine okay? Just don't talk, you're gonna make it through this, and when you do we'll get married, start a family, everything we talked about."

"Ran." You coughed, blood coming out of your mouth. "Please kiss me."

Ran looked down to you, his eyes full of tears. He knew you didn't have any time left, so even with your lips covered in blood he let his meet yours. Holding you closer to him as you held onto his cheek. Your heart was breaking, knowing this was going to be the last time you would kiss your fiance. Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt yourself lose consciousness.

You pulled away, your hand falling from his cheek as you couldn't keep it up anymore.

"Please don't go." Ran sobbed.

"I love you Ran. I'll wait for you I promise." You smiled, letting your eyes close.

"Y/n?" Ran panicked, shaking you lightly. "Y/n please no. No no no no no!" He screamed, not caring who heard him.

Rindou ran to his brother, looking to see your lifeless body in his arms. "Fuck." He said to himself, a few tears gathering in his own eyes as Sanzu stood quiet.

Ran only held you, not wanting to let you go as he cried, not caring that Sanzu and his brother were watching him. You literally died in his arms, yet you still had a small smile on your face.

Ran kissed your forehead, hugging your body again.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #rindou haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #haitani brothers #ran angst #ran haitani angst #haitani angst #tokyo revengers angst #~katie writes○●

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coffeebanana · 2 years

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Shameless Self-Promo, Part...Idk?

Since I haven’t done one of these things since January...here we go again with some fics I’ve written in the last few months. Planning on doing another post like this soon with fics I’ve read, but that will require a little more organization on my part, haha. Anyways...

Love Square

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Aged up PRPR. Essentially, Adrien keeps trying to get Marinette to rest by asking for cuddles. Paper Me With Kisses - Aged up PRPR (again!). Marinette is keeps failing to confess her feelings to Adrien, so...she dresses him up as Box Noir? Build You Up - Post-Strike Back fic taking place the weekend after the events of the finale. School is one of the last places Adrien wants to be that morning, and as it turns out...he’s not the only one. Emotional Hurt/Comfort and Identity Reveal. Can’t Fool Me - Marinette and Adrien decide to impersonate their superhero partners for April Fool’s Day...What on Earth could go wrong with that plan? Fuzzy Blanket Feelings - Post-Hawk Moth defeat PRPR. Marinette and Adrien are staying at the Guardians’ temple while the Guardians try to wake up Émilie. Adrien cant sleep; he feels lonely, unwanted, and uncertain about his future. Luckily, he’s not the only one who wishes he had some company. In other words, there were two beds but one was ignored.

Rare Pairs

The Way I Am - Alyanette. Established relationship. Plotless fluff wherein Marinette makes a mess in an attempt to accomplish some guardian stuff Something I Need - Lukadrien. One-shot set in my Marigami College AU. The best boyfriends are the ones who can get you to put down the physics, remind you that your best is good enough, and drag you to bed with kisses. At least, that's how Adrien feels about Luka. Never Gonna Give You Up - Feluka. Everything seems to be going wrong about Felix’s trip to see his long-distance boyfriend, but Luka knows how to cheer him up just the same. Yes, the title is a rickroll but I swear it’s a real fic. Take On The World - Julerose. Juleka and Rose stay up late, reflecting on their relationship and sharing their hopes and worries for the future. so if you think it’s love, it is (and if you think it’s trust, it is) - Julenette with background Love Square and Julerose (Discussions of Polyamory). Dating Marinette...it's not something Juleka expected, but it's good. It's great, even. Except for the nagging voice in the back of Juleka's mind that insists Marinette's not entirely over Adrien, and the other voice insisting that Juleka's not entirely over Rose. But maybe...maybe neither of them have to choose.

WIPs (Please Pester Me To Finish These)

Happier (1/4 chapters complete) - Adrigaminette. Set after Truth and Lies. After her break-up with Adrien, Kagami tries to be happy when she sees Adrien and Marinette grow closer. She is happy for them. She just...can’t help but want that for herself. She can’t help but want them for herself. The Simple Life™ (2/3 chapters complete) - Having been told that the “rich kids” couldn’t last a week without their family money to keep them afloat, Adrien, Chloé, and Kagami plan to spend the next month living as roommates in a basic apartment. With a normal person's budget. Without any of them really knowing how to cook, or clean, or...what is it that regular people even do Sure, Chloé wants to cry for every single second of it, Kagami seems to have made it her life mission to annoy Chloé for every waking moment, and Adrien's ready to tear his hair out, but...whatever. They'll be fiiiiine. It can’t be that hard, right? ...Right? Softer Than His Stupid Shirt (5/15(?) chapters complete) - He was just a guy in a bar, she was just a girl in a bar...Until Marinette wakes up to find a naked stranger on her floor, only to realize he's not really a stranger, but the guy whose face is on half of the billboards of Paris. And holy crap, what is Adrien Agreste doing here when she's supposed to start an internship at his father's company today?

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kirishimaswife2819 · 3 years

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Them With a S/o Who Loves Their Lips || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: hi! could i request headcanons with an s/o that just. really likes their lips? like they'll always be caught staring at them and i wanna see the boys reactions

Word Count: 600

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! These are a little short, but I hope I did okay anyway. Other than that, I hope you have a great day/night! :) -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

If you don’t tell him why you’re staring, he’s gonna get panicked and think there’s something on his face

So his face gets all red, and you don’t notice until he starts panicking and searching for a napkin

“What are you doing?” You asked, watching as he dug through his bag

“Oh, um, d-don’t I have something on my face?”

“No, babe,” you said, laughing, “I was just staring at your lips.”

This man’s face somehow managed to get even redder, why would you do that to him? He looks like he’s going to explode

Eventually you manage to calm him down, but when you do it the next few times, he just gets all red, but after a while of being together, he gets used to it

If he gets confident enough, he might even tease you about it

Not too much though, because this is Izuku and he isn’t the type to tease you a whole bunch

Katsuki Bakugou:

The first time you do it, he’s going to wonder what the fuck your doing, until he realizes where you’re staring, and then a smirk just slowly grows on his lips

And you’re like all happy, until you realize what him smirking means, and then you make eye contact, and he just has that look in his eyes, and you just know he’s feeling so confident right now

“Were you staring at my lips?”

“What? No! Of course not, Katsuki. Why would I stare at your lips?”

He’s not believing you for even a second

When he keeps catching you doing it, he’s going to tease the hell out of you

Eijiro Kirishima:

When he notices you staring, like Izuku, he’s going to think there’s something on his face, except he doesn’t panic, because what’s the big deal?

“Is there something on my face?”

“Oh, uh, no.”

“Oh,” he said, growing confused, “Then why are you staring at it?”

“I just really like your lips,” you explained

You just boosted this man’s self confidence so much

Like, he knows your dating, but a person as attractive as you actually thinks his lips are nice to look at is a total accomplishment

In return, he tells you about how much he likes your lips too

He may do a little teasing here and there, but nothing too bad

Shoto Todoroki:

The first time you did it, you two were sitting in his room, studying together, and he looked up and you were just staring right at his face, ignoring the open text book and homework that was sitting in front of you, because how are you supposed to do homework when Shoto Todoroki is the same room as you (spoiler: you aren’t, it’s impossible)

“Love, why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong with my face?”

“What? No! It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, I just like your lips a lot.”

“My lips?” He asked, giving you a confused look, “Why?”

“They’re nice to look at, and I like kissing them too.”

Cue Todoroki blushing, which makes you both forget about the whole lip thing, because holy crap you actually made Shoto blush

After the first time, he sorts of gets used to it, and after a while of being together, he’s going to tease you about it

He’s also going to tease you by bringing up the exact wording you used the first time he caught you doing it

Denki Kaminari:

He can’t complain or tease you at all because he does the same thing

In fact, sometimes you both aren’t paying attention and just stare at each others lips

And then you both realize it’s kinda creepy and you should stop at like the same time

Then you both look up, and make eye contact

And then you’re just both like

“Were you staring at my lips?”

In perfect unison while pointing a finger at each other

Then y’all try to kiss but you can’t because you’re laughing at what just happened

You guys are such a cute couple, just get married already, please

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shozaii · 3 years

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title: too feisty.

genre: angst.

characters: dazai, chuuya, kunikida, akutagawa.

warnings: rough behavior, the boys arguing with you :(

request: hi, i could ask for scenarios and headcanons for dazai, chuuya, kunikida, akutagawa, when i have an argument with my s/o and they don't speak to each other for several days. how it is reconciled and after how many days. thank you very much☺️☺️☺️😉😉😌😌

(a/n): hewwooo anon! thank youuu so much for requesting!! i did my best writing this, so i hope you enjoy reading it!

masterlist.

☆ d a z a i.

- arguing with dazai is like yelling into the void. he doesn’t really understand why you’re both going through this pain, the torture of the wrong emotions at a very wrong time - when in reality it was all supposed to be sunshine and rainbows. did you not see the sunshine in his eyes anymore? was he going to be left alone again? so many thoughts left his head, yet all he could do was listen to what you have to say.

- simple to say, he is quiet the entire time because he just doesn’t want you both to end up torn; worse, broken. he wouldn’t want to see you break, either. unable to express any of his feelings, he tends to stare at you with a thin line formed on his lips.

- it depends on what you’re arguing, really. if he knows it’s his fault, he obliges to it. if he’s just confused, his darkened gaze burns into you. he looks like he’s about to flip. instead, he huffs softly, walks up to you, and looks right at you for a bit.

- once he’s done looking at you, he leaves. he walks and walks to literally anywhere which would give him comfort. he looks up into the sky, and wonders just what he could do to become a better person. after all, it was all for you.

- shall no one come in between and take away one from the other.

- the silent treatment has gone as far as a week. dazai respects the time you need to be alone, even though he is tempted to initiate a conversation earlier than expected. the other arguments have lasted for at least 2-3 days. i wouldn’t see him asking for help from anyone - he wants to show you and himself that he has the capability of reaching himself out to you, owning up to his mistakes and reconcile. if it was you who returns first, his heart would literally shatter.

- i feel like he would call you to come over to the favorite spot of yours, or maybe walk up to you one fine night, wrapping his arms around you, planting slow kisses on your neck. his way of apologizing is sometimes through affection, or touch. it’s like a reassurance that he’s going to be there for you, and he understands that arguments do happen once in a while.

☆ c h u u y a.

- he might get really irritated. no cap. i have a feeling he might blow up on you just a little? but the irritation mostly comes from the moment the two of you start arguing. he clenches his fists a whole lot, might chew the inside of his lip, try not to look at you in the eyes because he might start tearing up too.

- oh he might go as far as to slamming his hands on the table, which would leave you taken aback by his actions. once he realizes what he did, he just crumbles because holy crap did he not want to see you panic.

- chuuya doesn’t like silent treatment at all. i feel like he would have a fear of abandonment. the pre - port mafia days didn’t treat him right. at this point his heart is thumping hard because when you both begin the treatment, he knows he’s not going to go through this well. so how does he cope? wine. but he doesn’t go to a bar. it’s always from the stock he saves at home. he possibly never leaves the house, either - except for serious missions.

- he shakes when his comrades tell him to text you, so practically he would rather do it face to face. it seems way more better that way for him. this period lasts for about 2 days max. he can never go beyond that.

- cue him engulfing you into a warm cuddle sesh; it’s going to take a while for him to let go of you. he talks about how wrong he was, how he’s going to make it up for you - i feel like he would’ve gotten you something just in case. he’s just willing to spend tons for you i swear

☆ k u n i k i d a.

- i feel like one of his written ideals about you/arguments is him reminding himself that conversation is key. it doesn’t have to be any specific topics; it must be implemented in everything. i have a huge headcanon that kunikida tends to get nervous if he has to let out an opinion he never has put out about, until the very last minute where he has to decide his own fate - right or wrong?

- but nope, he’s not reserved. he would let you know exactly how does he feel during the argument, though he would never, ever try and raise his voice at you. let’s just say you accidentally raise your own, he wouldn’t be bothered by it either, and would maintain his composure.

- yes, he does get angry very easily. but when it comes to you his guard gets let down, and he is more of himself when it comes to conversations with you. fights are very rarely heated.

- i think they do get pretty intense when he’s just so stressed out with work in general, worried if he could protect you during these trying times, paperwork maybe? or how you might take his job easily while he doesn’t. it doesn’t hit him at first but when he does realize that he screamed at you, his heart drops to his feet. the longest you have not talked to each other is for about a day.

- sometimes i forget that kunikida is younger than dazai. but anyway - if dazai notices kunikida’s sour face, and somehow dazai gets him to spit it all out. this would somehow give clarification to kunikida that his partner isn’t all that bad when it comes to advice. he would give pretty good ones and fulfil his role as a senior.

- when he apologizes he looks down at the floor, but slowly proceed to look up into your eyes if he realizes this is his opportunity to take. 10/10 would give you the smallest apologetic smile, and might even kneel while taking your hand. he’s just sooo in love with you aksjkdjkj

☆ a k u t a g a w a.

- hot-tempered. send tweet.

- a little bit like chuuya to be honest. would bang his fists against a hard surface, stomp the floor, or crush any type of object he has in his hands. but never, ever expect him to use rashomon on you. having you in his life was more than a gift itself, so using his ability on you wouldn’t even be on the last things he would do.

- maybe when he does show his anger by banging and smashing things around, you would see a red glow which would cause you to back away or be afraid of him. this is his turning point. has he officially scared you already? was he bad? what did he look like in your eyes? what’s your next step?

- not talking to each other would probably last as long as a week? two weeks. it’s what i see. he gets scared of himself too, and might as well get a panic attack from what he has done to hurt his loved one. he’s always wanted you to be his first and last. would go to more missions to distract himself (and win most fights, but fail at forgetting about the argument you had).

- in this case, it would take some time for him to loosen up and talk to someone about it. he might have done this once. only once, never repeated again because he’s just so embarrassed to do so.

- aku would start the conversation. he’s lightly tap on your shoulder and might utter the words, “let’s talk” but tiny. as for affection, he would kiss your hand and look away, flushed. there would be this lil pout too, but at least you guys are one again.

(a/n): after a long time, here i am with a new fic for bsd!! i feel accomplished now UwU!! lemme know what you think!!🥰❤

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crescentsteel · 3 years

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When in Brazil - Sunshine

pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik

[a/n]

I said to myself, lets make this quick and short. lol yea sure

No beta. This is Spartaaaaa

My brain went bzzt bzzt after this.

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist for this mini series

Beach || masterlist

“Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon.

“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.

You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.

“I’ll be going ahead then!”

“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed.

“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.”

He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20.

“Wow, I should ask you to help out more often,” you say jokingly. “No problem, y/n! I can help out after deliveries.”

You wave your hand frantically. “Oh no no no. I was just kidding, Shoyo. I can’t always give you dinner. The owner would notice when we do inventory.” You laugh apprehensively.

“You don’t have to! I don’t mind staying for a few minutes to help out after deliveries.”

You stare at him with an appreciative smile on your face. Bless his pure heart. Boys in Brazil could learn from him. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen to prepare your food real quick.”

He seats himself in one of the vacant lounges, grinning at you as you enter the kitchen. Since it was just him, you get it done in ten minutes or less. When you get out of the tiny room, he’s like a puppy salivating at the tray you’re holding.

“Here you go, sir.” You jokingly say.

He doesn’t respond as his eyes twinkle at the food you laid out in front of him. Poor Shoyo. He must have been starving or maybe he’s just glad for the free food.

You decide to clean up the kitchen and the counter while you wait for him to finish, but he ate so fast that he’s done before you are.

When he sees you still occupied, he takes it upon himself to get his used cutleries and wash it. He easily finds where to put them and he even wipes the table he sat on. If ever he asks you for another job, you’d instantly recommend him to the owner to replace one of the staff who’s basically a sloth.

You two almost finish at the same time.

“Thank you so much for the dinner, y/n.” He bows. You’re thrown off at first, but you remember that he’s from Japan.

“Thank you, Shoyo. Seriously. The help is nothing compared to the food.” You get out of the cashier and get your bag. You remove your apron and shove it there before leading him out of the diner as you lock it up.

“I’ll walk you home, y/n.”

You wave your hand dismissively. He’s done so much already. “No, it’s fine. You must be tired.”

He shakes his head in disagreement. “Not really! I wanna walk a bit too, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I-”

“It’s okay!” You interrupt him. You do appreciate it if he’d accompany you home. You just thought he’s doing it to be kind and polite. “It’d be nice to chat with someone on the way home.” You tell him. He keeps his bicycle at his right while you’re at his left.

Even as the night is fully settled in, Shoyo’s energy is still soaring as he narrates why he’s here in Rio. No wonder his eyes are always gleaming vividly. He wants to accomplish something badly that he traveled halfway across the world in a foreign country. And as you get sucked in his story, you don’t notice you’re at your apartment already.

“I live right here. Do you wanna come in for tea or beer or whatever?” You invite him, wanting to hear more of his Volleyball journey. He seems glad from your invitation. Maybe he wanted someone to talk about it too.

“I’m okay with just water.”

You open your door and hold it out open for him. “You sure?”

He nods sprightly which makes you smile at the pure innocence he exudes. He eyes your whole place when he gets inside. “Wow. You live all alone, y/n?”

“Uh huh. I don’t like having roommates.”

“I think I’d get more homesick if I lived all alone,” he remarks.

From being awed, you begin to feel bad for him. It must be really tough to be so far away. “Well, you can always come here if you feel like talking or stuff,” you offer earnestly. You don’t mind him visiting every now and then. He’s such a positive energy amongst the dread of your everyday routine that’s constantly draining you. Also, You can’t imagine him being one of those guys who just hang out to get a slice of action.

Since then, he frequently came over.

On the days when he had deliveries for your diner, he’d help you close up. Instead of getting him dinner from the small diner, you two would get something on the way to your apartment or you’d fix him a quick meal when you get there.

He’s a comfortable company. Because he’s quite the talker, he never runs out of things to say. He not only talks about his life in Japan, but also here in Rio. You practically know all his friends here just from his stories.

“Didn’t they say anything when you wanted to leave?” You prod when he opened up missing his family. “They did, but they still pushed me to do it. They know what’s it for, and they know I’ll be back.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

A soft blush surfaces on his cheeks as he chuckles nervously. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh? Who’s the cute girl in your wallpaper then?” You’ve seen it several times when he looks at the time with his phone.

“She’s our Volleyball manager and a really good friend,” he explains as he gets his phone to show you something. “She’s been with the team since I was a first year.” He shows you a photo of him, a black-haired guy who’s probably Kageyama, and the cute blonde girl.

Your attention all goes to him, his innocent beam at the camera while his arms are sprawled in the air. “Oh my God,” you exclaim while staring at the photo.

“You were so skinny!”

You look back and forth from the screen of his phone to him, comparing how he looked like then and how he looks like now. You pull your chair closer to him so you can scrutinize him more. He looked so young and pure back then. Literally, just a kid.

“Wow.”

You gape at him, marveling at how his features have changed so much. Even if he still has that baby face, his face has definitely gained structure. And the scrawny boy in the photo? You can’t find that anymore with the Shoyo in front of you right now. He even has a nice tan going on that suits him so well.

Without thinking, your hands fly to his shoulders to grasp the muscle he’s built after high school, squeezing them firmly before trailing down to his well-defined chest. Damn, he really put some nice work to achieve this. You drag your hands down to see how his abs are and holy crap, he’s fucking lean.

Your gaze drops further just below where your hands are and see a faint outline of what he’s hiding beneath his shorts.

“Ah!”

You immediately remove your hands off of him and raise your palms in mid air. “I’m so sorry! That was so perv- I mean rude of me to do that all of a sudden.” You apologize in a panicked tone, hoping that he didn’t think you were being handsy, even if you really were.

“I was just amazed because you looked so different from the photo and uh..” you laugh to make up for the missing excuses you were supposed to say.

He laughs with you, a timid smile gracing his face.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can continue touching me if you want.”

You squirm as you put your hands to your lap, clutching your shorts from the sudden thick air that engulfs the room. He sounded harmless. Even his face is his usual good-natured facade. But those words meant something else to you, an invitation to touch him more.

You let out a tense tither before turning to him. “No no! Haha. I’m fine. It was just on impulse.”

In an attempt to hide the awkwardness, you gather his used dishes and cutleries. “Let me get these washed up.” You stand up and hurriedly get to the sink.

What was that weird sexual tension? That over there in your dining table is just your nice delivery boy, Shoyo. You’re nothing but co-workers who are just friendly to each other.

You let the cold water run on your fingers and wrists while you wash the dishes. You need to get back to him composed and cooled off. You want your relationship as it is now. You don’t want to feel awkward and bothered.

So what if you just realized that he’s hot and nice and completely alone with you?

“Do you need help with anything, y/n?

You yelp at the sound of his voice so close behind you. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck and his body hovering at your back. He’s barely pressing against your back but you can already feel the ends of your hairs prickling your skin.

“Wah! Why are you having goosebumps, y/n? Are you cold??”

“Yeah. It is a bit windy tonight.” You lie with a tense chuckle as you hasten your task so you could escape the situation. To worsen things for you, he places both hands on your bare shoulders and caresses them up and down to create heat.

“I hope this is warm enough,” he says concernedly.

It’s more than just warm. He’s supposed to create friction by rubbing your shoulders, but he’s skimming so gently on your skin that it’s fueling a different kind of heat stemming from your core from the supposed friendly gesture he’s doing to you. You fight off the urge to clench your thighs together for he might notice it since he’s just a hair away behind you.

You saw him as a nice guy but his hands are making you feel otherwise. You had to bite your lower lip to suppress a whimper that was at the tip of your tongue. You can pass it off as a groan of relief, but with your current state, it might sound sexual. Since when were you this sensitive?

“Do you want me to prepare your green tea?” he kindly offers.

“Yes, please,” you answer weakly.

He takes his hands off you and gets you your green tea as he suggested to. You breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. You feel like you’re about to break from how heavy his sexual pull is on you. Is he even aware?

You dry your hands and saunter back to your dining table to take a seat and give your legs a break. Shoyo places the cup of tea in front of you and sits beside you.

“Why do you always drink that, y/n? It doesn’t taste good.”

“It’s to help me lose weight.” You draw the cup to your lips and take a sip.

“Ehh? But you already look hot as you are.”

You almost choked on your tea from what he just said. You weren’t expecting such an adjective from him. With trembling fingers, you return the cup to the table. “You okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He can’t help but notice that you’ve been on the edge since you felt him up. He believes that you did it with no malicious intent, so he really didn’t mind. He knows that all you think of him is a good help to the diner. That’s why you comfortably invited him to your home, but he can see right now that he’s made you uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe you’re really embarrassed with what just happened even if he did say it was fine. He really was okay with you touching him, even if it was something more than just touching. But it’s not like you see him like that.

He likes you a lot, so he should just go so he doesn’t make you any more uneasy. “It’s getting late, so I’ll go now, y/n.”

When he stands up, you immediately follow. “Oh? Already?” You ask with a hint of disappointment in your voice, which makes him a bit confused. Did you not want him to?

“Do you want me to stay for a bit longer?”

You look at him hesitantly before shaking your head. He smiles amicably at you for the usual hospitality you’ve given him. “Thanks for the dinner, y/n.” He looks at the time and heads for the door.

“Shoyo!”

He shifts his body to your direction while he waits for what you’re going to say “I- uhhh. Sorry about a while ago.”

He strides back to where you are and grabs your hand, slowly leading it to his chest with a faint grin playing on the corners of his lips. “It really is okay, y/n.” When your palm lands on his pecs, you just let it stay in one spot as you look at him differently than usual. You regard him with doe eyes gleaming with baffled curiosity.

With his grip still on your wrist, he does the work for you and guides your hand down to where you touched him just a while ago. Your line of sight follows your hand while his is completely focused on you, anticipating your reaction if you’re satisfied with just this.

He lets go of your wrist, allowing you to do as you please. You raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes asking him for permission.

“I really don’t mind, y/n.”

Your other hand goes to his bicep, firmly grasping it before you take one step closer to him. Both

your hands travel to his midsection, the feel of your delicate caress making his thoughts not as friendly as it used to be. Especially with how impressed you look with your hands all over him.

“Can I touch you too?” He blurts out without thinking.

He instantly regrets it when he sees the surprised look on your face as you pull your hands away.

“No! I didn’t mean t-“

You silence him instantly by putting a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t say anything,” you mutter as you usher his one hand to your waist.

You remove your hand from his mouth and use it to lead his other hand on your neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. You keep your eyes on his neck while he languidly roams his left hand on the small of your back until his arm is wrapped around you. He doesn’t move his right hand away from your neck. He only strokes it tenderly with his thumb.

“Y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you raise your gaze to him. “Can we do more than just touching?”

Instead of answering him, you yield to the heavy sensual pull that you’ve been trying to ignore earlier. You slowly reach for his lips, wanting to gradually settle yourself in the present situation.

But when your lips touched his, he didn’t share the same idea you had as he wastes no time exploring your mouth with his. All the hesitation he had is gone with his hand dropping down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which draws you even closer to him, letting you feel his erection against your core.

He doesn’t take his mouth off of yours as he leads you to the dining table, taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and carrying your weight as he guides you to sit at the edge of the table.

When you’re comfortably seated, he tugs the flank of your shirt and hurriedly takes it off you. You want to look at him to see what he looks like when he’s not being the nice Shoyo you used to see him as. But he gets back to your mouth in just a second, sticking his tongue out to let it wander inside your warm cavern.

His hands immediately find the clasp of your bra and unhooks it with ease. That’s when he pulled away. His eyes are glued to your body as he removes the undergarment slowly, as if he’s unwrapping his gift with the slow reveal of your breasts.

His eyes glimmer with delight when he completely slides the clothing off your arms. It kinda makes you conscious with the way he’s staring at you, like his eyes are burning through your skin. You use one arm to cover your boobs, but he instantly sees through your plan.

As soon as you lift your arm, soft panic sets off in his eyes. He immediately grips your wrist and slams your hand against the table.

“Don’t!”

“But you were staring too much.”

His gaze drops down again to your unclad breasts with reverence. “Cause you’re pretty.” He leans down on you again, his plush lips just within an easy reach from yours. “So pretty that I can’t stop staring.”

You expect him to kiss you again, but his mouth latches on your jaw instead, nipping the sensitive skin beneath it. A soft sigh comes out of your already parted lips while his palms trace the length of both your arms up to your shoulders. He kisses his way down to your collar bones, savoring any skin that his lips graze upon until he reaches one soft mound.

His hands follow the trails of his lips, one finding its way on the curve of your hip while the other stops on your breast where his mouth isn’t latched onto.

He delivers sloppy kisses, sucking on your perk nipple and swirling his tongue on it like it was a treat. The other bud isn’t left out as he plays with it, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger.

Your breathing starts to become shallow from the surge of desire spreading throughout your body.

He cups both sides of your boobs and pushes them together before he continues on, letting his tongue toy with your nipples almost simultaneously. He’s so into it that his teeth accidentally scrape one bud.

“Ah!”

He immediately stops and looks at you apologetically, misunderstanding the moan that came from you.

“Sorry...”

“No. It felt good,” you feebly tell him.

His eyes brighten up and gets back to what he’s doing. He takes the hard bud in between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he looks up to you, his orbs eager for your approval. It spurs you on even more. You give him one nod as you feel your cunt throbbing from how your arousal is heightening by the minute.

“Shoyo,” you call him weakly which he didn’t seem to hear.

He lets go of your breasts and licks his way down right on top of your shorts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. He unbuttons your shorts, the sound of your zipper being rolled down letting you know what he’s planning.

“Shoyo.” You call out louder this time, causing his hand to rest on your groin. “Let’s go to my room already.” You expect him to be glad, but he frowns. “But I want to taste you already. Please, y/n? I want to eat you out here.”

Your legs quiver from how much he wants you, his eagerness affecting you as you yourself get impatient and wonder how his tongue would feel on your pussy.

“Do it.” He smiles at your approval as you lift your ass off the table to help him get your shorts off. You aren’t surprised that he tugs your underwear together with it as he peels it off you. You’re starting to get an idea how he is at bed - impatient, excitable, and eager to please.

A subtly smirk tugs up your lips when you realize you’re in for a fun night.

He doesn’t notice it though. He takes a step back to relish the vision that you are. His eyes are completely focused on your bare body with keen hunger as he traces every curve in sight. You indulge him a bit by spreading your legs apart for him to see.

“Wow.”

His eyes don’t leave your cunt while he drags the chair he’s previously sitting on. He spreads your legs even further as he sits down. He places his thumbs on your inner thighs, gently caressing them before he stripes one thumb on your slit.

“You’re so wet, y/n,” he says right before dipping down and tracing his tongue where his thumb just did earlier. He continues doing so, licking up and down the length of your opening as you lean your head back to enjoy what he’s giving you. He eagerly slurps on your juices, lapping on your slit with his hot tongue.

He uses his thumbs to spread your folds that surround your clit, exposing the swollen bud for him to taste. When he gives it a delicate, languid lick, your one hand frantically grips his hair. He takes it up a notch and inserts his middle finger inside .

“Haaa,” you moan out loud which urges him on even more. He pumps his finger inside you, gradually picking up the pace when you start squirming within his hold.

“Another,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Another what?” He asks cluelessly while his mouth continues ravaging your clit. “Add another finger,” you answer to which he complies immediately. He stretches you even more with the addition of one thick, calloused finger inside.

He looks up at you, parting his mouth away from your pussy to show you his two digits that are half inside you. “Like this?”

You nod. “Yeah. Like,” He suddenly shoves the two fingers knuckles deep into you. “thathnnnnggg.” You clutch his hair tighter while your mouth gapes at the instant fullness you feel down in your center. His eyes don't leave your face anymore as he latches his mouth back on your hardened clit.

You’re whining while grinding on his face, getting wetter even as he relentlessly drinks your lewd essence. He loves the look on your face, blissed out and completely lost in the moment. He loves how you keep trying to close your legs together even with his arm not allowing you to do so. He loves the desire glimmering clearly in your eyes as you meet his gaze while he feasts on your pussy.

He already got aroused the first time you touched him. Seeing you unravel before him gets his cock throbbing painfully within his shorts. He’s so tempted to remove his arm and let you crush him between your thighs so he can palm his cock.

He doesn’t even know if you’d let him go any further than this. What if after you cum you change your mind and ask him to go home? There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. He’ll just replay the scene before him as he jacks off in his own room.

His one hand goes inside his shorts and takes out his cock, causing your thigh to waver without his support. He grasps the base of his dick, squeezing it firmly, easily distracting himself with his own pleasure as he moans in your cunt.

You immediately notice. You see him firmly gripping his member, pumping it steadily up and down with eyes closed as he slows down his ministrations with you. You cup his face, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you again. “Stop fucking yourself. I’ll do it with my mouth after you make me cum.”

He stops like you asked him to. “Really?” His eyes pleading with lust to uphold your erotic promise. “Yeah. So make cum already,” you brazenly order him. He tucks his cock back in his shorts right away, using his arm once again to spread you wide. His mouth, lips, and fingers pick up the pace, thrusting swiftly in and out of your while flicking and sucking at your clit.

“Ooohhh fuck.” You claw on your wooden table from the rapid build up of pleasure. You can feel the heat in your groin, spreading quickly through your body. “Yes, yesss. Don’t stop,” you mindlessly whine. Everything he’s doing is pushing you further to your release - the friction and fullness provided by his fingers and the wild strokes of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly curves his fingers, hitting just the right spot that blurred your vision from how good it feels.

“Cumming... am cumming, Shoyo!!” You trash helplessly on his face as the pleasure floods your senses, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows down, matching your post-orgasm state as you come down from your high.

You tug his hair up while panting to catch your breath. “Come here.” He stands up and you reach for the back of his head to cover his mouth with yours, tasting your own fluids in his lips. “Help me get down,” you whisper to him.

He effortlessly grabs the back of your thighs to get you to stand again. Once your feet reach the floor, you release his lips and drag him to your room.

Once inside, you lock lips with him again as you scurry towards your bed. You get him to lie down as you straddle him, your wetness rubbing on the bulge of his shorts. You hurriedly remove his clothes, itching to see the delicious muscles you touched only with his shirt on. He helps you as he tugs down his shorts and underwear, his last piece of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor.

You bite your lower lip as your eyes roam on his body. He should thank beach volleyball for the tan and the jaw-dropping build. Your gaze falls on his naked bulge that you saw a glimpse of earlier. Damn. You weren’t seeing things earlier. He really is packing down there.

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a worried look, returning your gaze back at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s,” Your eyes get distracted with how he gulps, your gaze lingering down again on his gorgeous chest. “..fine.”

You return the favor, starting on his neck. You plant your arms on his shoulder as you move your hips up, resting your cunt on his toned abs. You deliver soft kisses on the delicate skin of his neck, letting your tongue sneak a few licks as you go down on him until his cock is within the reach of your mouth.

You position yourself in between his legs as you grip his shaft. His hips lift up from the contact. You watch his reactions as you start to drag your palm around his member up and down. He’s already heaving with lips parted as he takes the pleasure you’re giving him with eyes closed. You find it cute - how he’s this sensitive when you’re barely done anything yet.

You gather your spit and let it drool at his cock, the translucent liquid glazing the tip down to the base. You trace his length with your index finger, from the tiny slit of his tip down to his balls. You go back up to the head of his cock, but you do it with your tongue instead of your finger.

You peek at him again. He’s semi sitting up with his elbows on the cushion as he glues his eyes on your tongue on his dick. You grip him again, tighter this time before pressing one digit firmly on his tip. He throws his head back from the pressure and you use that chance to take his thick girth in your mouth

His thighs tremble as he lets out a euphoric moan while you sink lower and lower on his dick. “Your mouth -aahhh so gooood.”

He really likes you and thinks you’re fun to talk to, but sometimes he’d catch himself fantasizing about you when he gets home and ends up masturbating at the thought of you sucking him off. But his right hand doesn’t even compare to the actual warmth of your lips wrapped around his dick at present.

He keeps his eyes on you, which is a bad idea for him since it’s only quickening the pleasure that was boiling at the pit of his stomach. But he can’t help but stare at you. You look so good, so pretty, with your ass up as you suck him even faster.

He can feel his cum threatening to explode already. He feels so lame, but your mouth just feels so magnificent that he can’t hold it in any further. “Stop, y/n. Please~ aah ahhh gonna cum already.” He doesn’t want you to be disappointed with him, but it’s as if you didn’t hear him. You even go deeper while quickening your pace.

He gives in to it, gripping your hair as the peak of his pleasure takes over. He expects you to pull away, but you continue sucking, letting him shoot his load at the back of your throat.

You take all of it, swallowing every drop he let out in your mouth. You did hear him say stop, but the lascivious delight on his face contradicted his words. You had to let him finish even if that meant you won’t get to feel how his cock feels inside your already sopping pussy.

You sit up as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As for Shoyo, he covers his eyes with his forearm while he pants. You start to get up and head for your drawers when you feel him grab your wrist before you can even leave the bed

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“To get dressed.”

“But we’re not done yet?”

You appreciate the thought. He really is such a generous guy, but.. “It’s fine, Shoyo. You don’t have to force it. You’re already soft??” Your statement becomes a question when you see his arousal still erect.

You don’t know whether to be amused or amazed at that, so you end up staring dumbfounded at him who’s still lying on his back.

He grins at you as he sits up straight and goes for your lips. It wasn’t soft and gentle like you expect from someone who just came. He seems even hungrier, more eager for you.

He guides your hand to his shaft, confirming that he’s hard and ready to continue with what you have in mind. You smile into the kiss, curious and excited as to how he feels inside your pussy. Horny as you are, you throw yourself at him which causes him to lie back down again with you on top of him.

As your tongues clash against one another, you rub your moist slit against his erection, teasing both yourself and him while doing so. He’s groaning in your mouth while he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist. “Y/n, can I put in already?” He asks with hazy eyes even though his hand on your waist goes down to his cock and aligns it on your folds.

“Mmm, wait.” You lift yourself off of him and reach for your purse that was hanging on one of the metal bed frames. You quickly get a condom and throw your purse somewhere. You tear the packet and remove his hand from his shaft to unroll the rubber on it while he watches. You take over his previous attempt and position the tip on your entrance. You place a palm on his stomach to anchor yourself as you lower yourself on him.

He stares at you mesmerized while you wince from how his cock is spreading you open. You ball your fist that was still on his abdomen, trying to get used to the discomfort even if he’s still not fully inside you. He recovers first and glances back on how you’re doing.

“Shoyo, you’re-ughhh-big,” you tell him with a pained expression. “I- I am?” He asks with pink streak surfacing on his cheeks, flattered from what you said. You nod while sinking lower until you finally cover the last inch, taking him entirely inside you.

He whips his head back on to the pillow with his cock completely sheathed inside the tight warmth of your pussy. He thought your mouth was already marvelous, but the way your walls deliciously envelop his cock is way beyond his wet dreams.

Your hand joins the other, supporting yourself as you slowly lift your hips up and descend back down with the same agonizing tempo. While you adjust to his size, he keeps his eyes on his cock disappearing each bob of your hip.

From your pussy, he rakes his eyes up to your naked body glimmering with sweat. You look so beautiful with your eyes shut, gaping lips, and tits bouncing altogether as you speed up. “You look so fucking pretty, y/n.” Your eyes flutter open from the unexpected vulgarity he uttered. It wasn’t like him, but it wasn’t forced either. He regards you with lust swimming in his orbs, the courteous friendship you two have totally erased as of this moment.

You still for a second before you remove your hands off him and place them on his thighs as you lean back. You spread your thighs and plant the soles of your feet on your bed. You see his eyes widen because of the view. Rather bouncing up and down, you gyrate on his cock. It’s supposed to be a show for him, but with his size, you feel his cock gloriously scrape your insides with the circular movement of your hips.

“Shit!” You curse before you close your eyes again as you start grinding on him. You don’t start slow this time. You impatiently roll your hips against his, driving his cock deep inside you each plunge. You didn’t think it would get any better than this until you feel his thumb on your neglected cit.

“Oh ffffuuuck.” You can’t even open your eyes anymore while his two fingers replace his thumb and rub the sensitive bud frantically. You could feel the pleasure escalating faster and faster with every salacious thrust of your hip and his every flick of your clit..

“Are you gonna cum, y/n?” You hear him ask.

“Yesss. Am gonna cuuuuuummmm.” You clutched his legs tighter when your orgasm hits, your vision blurry when you open your eyes as you ride it out. He pulls your panting self to his chest and tenderly caresses your back.

He sweeps your hair behind your ear and whispers. “Did that feel nice?”

You nod weakly. “Did you cum?” You ask in return. You were so occupied in your own pleasure that you lost awareness of his. He chuckles lowly. “No.”

“Oh..” You lift yourself up a bit to meet his gaze and apologize.

“Why are you saying sorry? We aren’t done yet.”

What he said as a question earlier became a statement. Something changed in his eyes, a spark of determination that isn’t there earlier.

“Let’s just continue next time, Shoyo. I’m kind of tired,” you explain.

“There’s a next time?!” His eyes shine with enthusiasm which makes you laugh softly.

“Sure. Why not?” You lift your hips up but his hands quickly go down your ass and crash you back down, shoving his dick back in you hard and deep.

“Gaah!”

“Thanks, y/n. But don’t worry about being tired. I’ll move instead,” he hums on your ear as he spreads your ass cheeks and pummels his cock wildly into your sensitive pussy.

You moan on his neck at the savage pace he starts with. “Shoyo, pleaseee. Sloweer mmmmm.”

“But why?” He whines. You can’t answer with how ferociously he’s rutting against you, his dick consistent with its swift thrusts. “Shit, your pussy feels amazing. So good, fuck.” His crude words of praise fan your pleasure that was rapidly filling your senses again.

He rams your hips down to meet one sharp thrust. You gasp from how deep his cock went inside you. “Aaah!”

“Do I make you feel good, y/n?”

You nod weakly as you grind slowly on his cock, desperate to chase your pleasure but too tired from your earlier stunt.

“Please, move,” you whisper with exhaustion.

“Tell me first. I want to hear it,” he demands.

“Too good, Shoyo. Your cock feels too good. So please, fuck me again already,” you shamelessly beg as his cock throbs inside you.

Instead of granting your plea, he takes his cock out and pulls you to lie underneath him. He parts your legs apart for him and jams his dick right back inside. That’s when he indulges you, thrusting his size in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

He leans down on you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands on the bed. “Do you like this, y/n?”

“I love it. Please please pleaaaaseee. Don’t stop mmmmmm,” you babble messily as your impending orgasm overwhelms you.

He clumsily kisses you, his teeth grazing your lips as slips his tongue in before covering his mouth with yours. He’s groaning relentlessly on your mouth while drilling his dick in your cunt. “You gonna cum?”

“Yeaass haaa.” Your moans become louder and louder each thrust. “Gonna cum like this? With-ugh-my cock inside you?”

His obscene words make you writhe beneath him. You arch your back from the intense pleasure. He dips down on one nipple and fervidly sucks it. “Gonna c-aahhhhhhh.” You thrash violently beneath him as your hands clench his to ground yourself from the explosive orgasm that he caused.

“Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, uhhh. Like that. Shit.”

His thrusts become erratic as he goes after his own orgasm while he milks yours. You hazily open your eyes and watch him chase his high with eyes shut and parted lips, animalistic pleasure taking over his features. He delivers one swift thrust and stays completely still, his dick twitching inside you as he cums.

You both pant heavily with him on top of you.

—

You open the door for him and bid him goodnight. Your legs feel like crap but you don’t want to just drive him away on his own.

“Thanks for tonight, Shoyo.”

You’re not sure what you’re thanking him for, the company or the sex. Maybe both.

“Um, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Will there really be a next time?” He asks apprehensively, totally different from his demeanor from your last moments in bed. It’s kinda amusing. You didn’t think he had that in him.

“You’ll still help me close up the diner, right?” You ask meaningfully.

He beams at you. “Of course.”

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mysterylover123 · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 294: The League of Hotness is Blasting off Again

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Oh god look at all the damage though. (Is GT still alive?)

Oh God Deku do you even have arms anymore?

YES IIDA. HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU GOTTA SAY IT. Also is Bakugou’s hero name that entire line? Aoyama couldn’t have “I cannot stop twinkling” but he can do this? That’s some hax right there.

OH GOD NO. Kacchan if you really die this arc I’m gonna kill you.

Oh god Touya looks in bad shape. And Toga’s still crying. Holy crap the league really did take a beating this arc.

Spinner’s doofy face here is distracting me from the pathos of the moment.

HOLY EFFING SHIT the Totally Metal LOV strikes again! (Hori what do you have against arms, huh? What’d they ever do to you?

What do you mean your turn? You kidnapped Bakugou, dude. You blew up that car, took one of Overhaul’s arms...you’ve had plenty of badass moments!

lOL MLA you think you’re part of the squad? It’s the Core 5 from now on!

HOLY CRAP he wasn’t kidding with that remark a few weeks back. He really is related to someone important! I read this theory a week or so ago so I guess I got to theorizing just in time.

Also I guess this means from now on every single Secretly Related theory is just gonna be canon. We can call it. Bakugou is now related to Muscular, Momo is somehow related to both Overhaul and Shigaraki, and Deku’s dad is somehow simultaneously All for one, All Might, Dabi and Endeavor (don’t ask me how that’s supposed to work). Literally every related theory, now totally true.

OH GOD BACK TO THIS. WTF do you mean ‘sorry’? “Sorry bro I’m not gonna kill you today, I know you’re disappointed.” Do you think everyone has as much of a death wish as you dude? Also Shoto screaming his name is giving me feels.

I honestly can’t tell who just got burned alive by who here. i think Dabi burned shoto? but the art is a little vague. Anyway what do you mean can’t break him? You JUST SET HIM THE FUCK ON FIRE DUDE. Though his face appears fine. because he’s a bishonen anime boy. His face is made of effing titanium. Also wow, he can’t do it unless Endeavor is watching? Huh. I still have no idea what to make of this sibling dynamic. I think Shoto still sees his Big Brother, though its hard to say how well they knew each other if at all; Touya seems to have some weird affection for him (depending on how last chapter’s dialogue can be interpreted) but also wants to kill him. I guess I interpret it the same as how Azula feels about Zuko or vice versa. Like it’s the Zuko resentment of “she was born lucky, I was lucky to be born” and the Azula motto of “I’m gonna kill you but I also care enough about you to help you through your angst in the Beach”. (wow I gave like a whole paragraph to the Todoroki Fam and like nothing to anyone else. You can really see where my priorities are)

Ah, no Compress! I never thought you were just a background character! I just figured your backstory would come eventually. Also now that it’s out and you’re officially a Fleshed Out LOV member, which Class A kid are you planning to sign on for as your archnemesis? I think Momo, Jirou and Tokoyami are still available, Everyone else has one! Get on that!

OMFG LOL

So yeah I guess the entire LOV is officially hot now. Yet another addition to the League of Villains Shirtless Scene arc. Compress being like “I’m tired of being the only LOV member without fangirls/boys, I want my share!”. Anyway damn it looks almost like he’s been cut in two in this panel. Are you dead or something dude? Like “I’m gonna reveal my backstory and strip but then immediately die”? Dude we already lost Twice, possibly Gigantomachia, the doc, Kurogiri and the MLA members too, are we seriously gonna lose another villain?

OK well that was a fast chapter! Not a lot went down really but we finally got Compress’s backstory, possibly just in time for him to die, and it looks like the LOV is actually escaping now. Which means, with the “Last Stage” title, that this arc is almost over! Well, that makes some sense, since it seems like everyone’s had their moment. Everyone ‘cept Iida and Spinner actually. Quick you guys! Renew your nemesis vows real fast and then we can call it a wrap! Also DEKU AND KACCHAN AND TODOROKI HAD BETTER BE FUCKING OK. Like HOLY SHIT at this point I’m not sure which of the Wonder Trio is more Should be Dead. (Also all the pros in that angsty montage, holy crap.) I’m not sure how I feel about this arc ending here, since it feels like we’re still missing a bit of closure (watch the next chapter kill off someone important just to accomplish that and break my heart) but hey, if this is where the arc closes out it does seem fitting. Everyone got a moment, hero society is properly in shambles, and the entire LOV all have backstories now!

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years

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Hello! I just saw your post about wanting remus prompts? Obvs no pressure but I cant get this out of my mind of the rat man..... BAKING

Yes... I need the rat man baking. This took me a bit because I’m really bad at writing short prompts but I like how it turned out! Originally, this was meant to be straight fluff but I couldn’t seem to get away from my personal headcanon that Remus stress bakes lol but its still mostly fluff with a little bit of vulnerability from the rat man <3

Cookies and Coping Mechanisms

Description: After SvSR, Remus knows that everyone is upset by the outcome of episode. His solution? Dragging a reluctant Virgil into the kitchen to make cookies.

Word Count: 1747

Characters: Remus, Virgil (Platonic Dukexiety)

Warnings: Remus-Type Content (Sexual innuendo, Allusions to Drugs, References to gore, etc.), Flirting, Swearing

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“Come on, Virgie. This'll be fun.”

“Last time I heard that, you ended up on fire, Remus.” Virgil muttered as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets, cast a cautious glance at the bouncing creative side.

“You can't spell fun without fire!” Remus chirped happily.

Virgil stopped in his tracks, looking up in disbelief. “Yes, you can—”

“Not if you actually want to have fun, Gerard Gay.” Remus threw out over his shoulder as he continued his manic dive into the cupboards. Metal pans flew up to the countertop as Remus swung around to throw open another drawer with a loud clang.

Virgil growled. His eyes darkened with exasperation as Remus tossed a bag of flour on the counter and a puff of white haze shot up into the air. “I'm so glad that Logan soundproofed the kitchen so you can as be as loud as you want.”

“Hey, that was Roman's fault." Remus stopped digging through the fridge to point at Virgil. “He brought the firecrackers—”

“You lit them!” Virgil threw his hands up in a gesture to the large scorch marks in front of the stove.

“Irrelevant.” Remus purred with a playful grin. “Now preheat the oven for me, emo boy.”

“To what?” Virgil muttered as he stalked toward the oven.

“350 degrees, baby!”

“Don’t call me baby.” Virgil sighed, barely looking up at the mess Remus was making as he danced around the kitchen. “I don't even know why we're doing this. Cookies can’t fix what happened.”

“Well, it sure as hell can't hurt, Donnie Darko,” Remus winked, shooting finger guns at Virgil. “especially since we’re catering to each of them personally. Everyone can hate each other and all, but they can't hate cookies.”

Virgil paused in confusion. “You said we were making one batch of cookies, Remus. I didn't sign up for a whole day with—”

“I never said we weren't. Just one batch is all we need.” Remus grinned with a teasing smile, taunting him to continue.

“How can one batch of cookies cater to all of them?” Virgil wondered. “I mean I get Patton, but the others are a little harder to please.”

“Don't you worry. I'll spill the beans,” Remus paused with a suggestive grin. “but first I need you to strip, Frightmare before Christmas.”

Virgil let out an exaggerated sigh as he ducked his head to hide the redness in his cheeks. “Whatever fantasy your trying to get me play out, I won't—”

“Lose the hoodie, Virge. Everything else is optional.” Remus interrupted, grinning suggestively as Virgil tipped his head up. “Unless—"

“No.”

“Fine,” Remus giggled as he gave in to Virgil. Before he walked away, he slipped a piece of paper across the table as Virgil slipped his jacket off and laid it off to the side. “It’s to get nice and toasty in here and I don’t need you looking like you just got off a sweet bender covered in a suspicious white powder when we go to deliver the goods.”

“Okay—Okay! It’s off now.” Virgil through his hands up in exasperation as Remus wiggled his eyebrow up at him. “You can stop tormenting me.”

“Great.” Remus cheered with a flourish of his hands as he tossed the flour at Virgil. He giggled as the bag erupted into a white puff all over Virgil, leaning into his friend’s scowl before returning to hopping about the kitchen. “Mix the dry ingredients and I'll start on the wet stuff.”

“Great.” Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes as he straightened out his black tee and brushed the flour off himself. Reluctantly, he picked up the flour to begin as he looked up at Remus for explanation. “Now, tell me why you think this is going to make everything better.”

“Well, Pattycake obviously loves homemade gifts—"

“Patton is the easiest to please.” Virgil muttered as he measured the flour. “That's not an accomplishment.”

“Yeah, well. All Roman wants is attention. The fact that we were thinking of him is enough to brighten his spirits,” Remus grinned as he started to whisk together his ingredients. “and the snake boy has a sweet tooth. He hates to admit it, but sugar is Janus’ comfort food.”

Virgil paused. His eyes narrowed on Remus with skepticism in his eyes. “And what about Logan?”

Remus’ grin widened as he swiped Virgil’s bowl and began combining the ingredients. “Well, we're making thumbprint cookies and—”

“—and thumbprint cookies require jam.” Virgil deadpanned as Remus nodded. He stared blankly as the creative side finished the dough and reached below the counter.

“Bingo, bad boy.” Remus chirped as he slid a jar of Crofter's across the table.

Virgil eyed the jam suspiciously as he bit his lip. “Where exactly did you pull that from—”

“Not relevant.” Remus cheered brightly as he handed Virgil a spoon and started forming the cookies. “Start scooping and don't skimp on the jam. I don't want to offend the nerdy professor.”

“Re, this is—” Virgil stared as he followed behind Remus, dropping jam into the indents of the cookies. “—surprisingly thoughtful.”

“So, what?” Remus grinned, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. “Can't a guy do a nice thing every once in a while?”

Virgil blinked, trying to stifle his own shock. “You try to convince Thomas to jump out of moving cars or eat dirt at least daily. Nice things just aren’t what you’re about. Are they?”

“Maybe, I don’t like being predictable.” Remus chuckled as he took the tray from Virgil and slipped it in the oven.

“Holy shit,” Virgil’s mouth dropped open as Remus set the timer. “You actually care about how the others are feeling right now?”

“What?” Remus mused, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. “Did you think I was here for my own amusement, stormy night?”

“I mean, kinda.” Virgil dropped his hands to his side, tugging at the hem of his tee. “I didn’t know that you were capable of—"”

“Of course, you wouldn't think so.” Remus interrupted with a bored tone, sounding exasperated.

Virgil paused as Remus dropped his voice. The uncharacteristic serious in his friend's muted tone stopped him in his tracks and he turned back to see Remus leaned on his elbows, staring at the countertop.

“After this last video without us, everyone's thoughts about themselves are turning to crap and I feel them spiraling just the way you do, emo boy.” Remus smirked as Virgil stared back at him with shock in his eyes. “So, yeah. I used to make Thomas repeat this recipe over and over in his head until he memorized the damn thing.”

“You did that so you could bake for the others if they had a bad day?” Virgil blinked, shocked at the sudden change from Remus’ usual boisterous behavior.

Remus let out a long sigh as he fidgeted with a wooden spoon in his hand, twirling it between his fingers. “You might be his anxiety, but your not the only one carrying that gnawing dread that nothing's gonna work out, Dr. Doom. If it's grating and repetitive, it shows up on my radar too.”

“I had no idea." Virgil muttered, unsure of what else to say.

“You can thank Janus for that one, Virgie baby.” Remus chirped, a little more upbeat as the time chimed off. “You didn’t want to know and the snake's been keeping you safe and snug as long as you been kicking.”

“But what about you, Ree?” Virgil wondered out loud as Remus started to drop the hot cookies onto plates to cool. “Who keeps you safe?”

“Eh, who cares?” Remus’ voice cracked slightly as he rolled his eyes. “Point is that I’ll feel icky and this’ll make that go away.”

“Remus, that’s not—”

“What? Healthy?” Remus purred, as he wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulder and jostling him. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I'm not Tommy-boy’s good coping mechanisms.”

“No, but that's why Thomas works on them.” Virgil muttered as Remus released him. “I'm not exactly what Thomas wants all the time either, but he work through his issues so that I can focus on protecting him.”

“Here’s the thing though,” Remus flashed Virgil a sharp-toothed grin as he chuckled. “My purpose ain’t quite so handy as yours, so its not worth that—”

“You’re wrong, Remus.”

Remus looked up in surprise at Virgil’s abrupt response. He stared for a moment at the concern in Virgil’s eyes before straightening up. “Oh?”

“You keep Thomas grounded in reality.” Virgil shrugged as Remus looked up at him with skepticism in his eyes. “If Thomas lived his life looking Princey's rose-colored glasses, he'd be ignoring all the complex and difficult things that give life meaning.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at him with a playful glimmer in his eyes. “So, there is creative value in ‘juicy butth—”

“Stop,” Virgil held up a hand with a chuckle. “You know what I mean. Not everything is sunshine and sparkles. Thomas can’t ignore things just because he doesn’t like them. He needs the ability to face those things and you give him that, Remus.”

Remus giggled, flashing a knowing smirk at Virgil. “You better be careful, Virgie. If you’re not, I might start to think you give a shit.”

“I do.” Virgil dipped his head to hide the redness in his cheeks as Remus smirked at him. “I do, okay? Now, just shut up so we can deliver some cookies.”

“Oh, gag me, emo boy.” Remus chuckled, barely concealing his smile as he made an over-exaggerated expression of disgust. “I didn't know you were capable of being so tooth-rottingly sweet—”

“Just shut up." Virgil muttered half-heartedly as he smiled and took the plate Remus held out for him.

Remus chuckled, nodding to the exit with a smirk. “Fine. How about we just deliver these top-notch sweets to our favorite depressed bitches then?”

“Fine—” Virgil nodded reluctantly, hesitating as he followed Remus. “—and then maybe we could watch a movie or something after?”

Remus nodded, perking up as he bounced along the hallway. “Something gory?”

Virgil snorted as he staggered down the hallway. “Might as well. None of the other sides will watch scary movies with me anyway.”

“It's a date then, stormy night.” Remus grinned, feeling lighter as they walked down the hall together. “You wore me down.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, smiling as he followed the bouncing man ahead of him. “Good.”

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Castiel/Dean Winchester Gen/Teen, 4341 words 15x20 coda AO3 version “The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.”

Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

It’s half past midnight by the time Dean gets another run at Cas.

Granted, what the fuck does half past midnight even mean here, where time is as free as tap water? Why does anybody even bother? For all it matters, Dean could set his watch to eleventy minutes past twenty o’ nope and still never miss last call.

Then again, somebody felt it necessary to invent the idea of Tuesday in the first place, and Dean’s not gonna volunteer himself for the task of replacing it with something better. What’s important is that he’s survived (or rather, he hasn’t survived) a battery of poignant moments and tearful reunions. He and Sam hugged out burdens registering in the triple digits. They even had a little fight, pretty much for the fun of it, while Ellen fucking Harvelle watched them over the bar with her eyes shining. She still charged them, though.

Right at the beginning of the party Dean and Castiel had their eyes-across-the-room thing, followed by the same magnetic, exhausted embrace they’ve shared on just about every plane of reality now. Dean supposes he could ask Cas for a nickel tour of the Empty just so they could hit for the cycle, but he’d really rather not. Sam let them eke out a few gruff, tear-choked monosyllables before diving in, sweeping Cas up in a bear hug and laughing like a fucking kid. Dean doesn’t push it, because it’s been longer for Sam, after all. Or something.

And now it’s quiet, just the jukebox and the clink of glasses back in the kitchen, a few folks murmuring in booths. It might be dark outside, it might not; it’s waiting on Dean’s opinion before it commits to anything. And so is Cas, who is standing in the warm glow of the jukebox, hands in his pockets.

Dean walks up, leans against it, bottle still dangling from one hand.

“C’mon, sunshine. I’ll show you yours, you show me mine.”

Cas looks up and into Dean’s eyes with the wary, elegant patience of a deer. “What is it that you would be showing me, Dean?”

Dean gives him a long, languid blink and bites his lip, and Castiel lags for half a second before rolling his own eyes. “I see death hasn’t refined your sense of humor.”

“Nope. Guess the billionth time aint the charm.”

Cas remains stonefaced, which means a corresponding you dumbass blush starts crawling up the sides of Dean’s neck. The jukebox switches records like it’s making a suggestion.

“I’m gonna sit down outside,” Dean says. “C’mon and sit down with me. There’s a patio somewhere, right? Ellen was always talking about adding one out back. No way she hasn’t bossed somebody into buildin’ it.”

“There’s a patio,” Cas says, taking his hands out of his pockets.

Heaven’s patio is pretty nice; twenty square feet, some scattered picnic tables, fences covered in ivy and string lights. It still smells like fresh pine boards. There’s even a fire pit, which seems kinda bougie for the Roadhouse, but hell with it, it’s warm and pretty, and since when did pretentious people get to lay claim to “a hole with a fire in it”? There’s no moon overhead, and so the Milky Way is giving them the full monty — the runnelled spine of it, the ribcage packed with galaxies.

“Are they all alive?” Dean asks. The warmth from inside leaks out of his collar, wisps away.

“Who?”

Dean points up. “The stars. They always make a big deal about how most of the stars you can see from Earth have been dead for millions of years by the time we get the light from ‘em. That still true here? Or is everything on auto-renewal?”

“That’s a very complicated question,” Cas says, not looking up, only at Dean. He does that a lot, Dean knows, but it turns out to mean something different than what Dean had always assumed, which was ironically pretty similar to what it actually meant, but was reassuringly unactionable and therefore unfuckupable.

“I’m a very complicated guy,” Dean says.

Castiel smiles at that. “I don’t actually know the answer,” he admits. “And it would take an extremely long time to investigate. There are some other things I’d rather do first.”

“What, you can’t just call the kid for directory assistance?”

Castiel lets a good-humored sigh. “Like many young people these days, Jack prefers to avoid the phone.”

This is a solid riff, and Dean respects it. He picks the table closest to the fire and takes a bench and Cas sits next to him, instead of opposite. Dean thought he managed to break him of this habit a few years ago, but here all things are made whole again.

“So what,” Cas says, without a single molecule of playfulness or seduction, “is it that you want us to show each other?”

“Yeah, I was…it was a dumb joke. But I mean it, just not in a ‘playing doctor’ way.”

Castiel frowns, tightens his lips; the firelight throws a fluttering shadow across his face.

“I mean…Christ.” Dean takes a medicinal slug of his dwindling beer. “I don’t really look like this anymore either, right?” And he gestures at his usual shitshow personal presentation, which death has also noticeably failed to refine.

Castiel frowns, smoothes his hand across the surface of the table. “This is a corporeal world, Dean. It operates on a different set of rules, but your body here is no more of an illusion than it was on earth.”

“Seriously?” Dean ponders a second, squints through the dim light at his fingernails, at the high-resolution grime contained therein. “Jesus, that sounds like a lot of work. At least compared to Holodeck Heaven.”

“It is. But we didn’t build this place to be a...a…doorprize. It’s a real world,” Castiel enthuses, looming forward. “It’s the one that should have been created for all of you in the first place.” He pauses, glances down. “For all of us.”

Dean shrugs. “Okay, so no holograms. I’ll keep all that in mind next time Charlie tries to convince me to go skydiving.”

Castiel snorts, but not in pure aggravation, so Dean feels like he’s finally got a point on the board. “What I’m sayin’ is…physical or not, this place has different rules, right? So could I look at you without my eyeballs exploding? The…you know, the angel parts of you. Not just your vessel,” and Dean fwippies his hand at Cas to indicate that true beauty is contained within and Dean is completely indifferent to the fact this dork-ass alien managed to bodysnatch a guy who’s never dipped below an 8.5.

“It isn’t a vessel anymore. We can create our own bodies, now.”

“Peachy,” Dean clips, because that shit is a little late coming off the line.

Castiel sighs. “You could see me in that form without coming to harm. But you should know that I don’t consider it any more a reflection who I am than this form. Not anymore.”

Dean rolls the bottle towards him, nudges a knuckle. “You’re a real boy now, huh?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Castiel says, and smiles a smile so small that Dean would need a microscope to figure out if it’s pleased or pained.

So Dean thwacks the bottle down on the totally-real table and claps his totally-real hands. “Well then let’s go. Hit me with that angel weirdness. If we’re gonna do this, I gotta taste all thirty-one flavors.”

Castiel smiles a little more convincingly, but it still doesn’t reach his eyes. “There are really only the two,” he says, and holds his palms out to the warmth of the fire.

“Great, then we’ll be done in time to catch Letterman. Then if you’re good maybe you can help me shimmy out of this thing.”

Cas cocks his head. “Out of which thing?”

“This super real heavenly meat-suit, dude. It’s not fair if only one of us gets naked. Peep show has to go both ways. I see your angel-face, you see my soul.”

Cas looks stricken, like Dean is asking to suck on his toes next to a playground. “I mean, unless that’d fuck you up,” Dean adds.

“No,” Castiel replies, a little absently. “It wouldn’t fuck me up. But it…wouldn’t really accomplish anything, either.”

“What, no soul kink? That’s bullshit and you know it. You love this crap.”

Castiel replies, “Your soul is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” with the easy confidence of a regular latte order. With the same uncanny, 2 Blessed 2 B Stressed face he had when Dean plowed Ruby’s knife hilt-deep into Jimmy Novak’s sternum, that he had when the Empty collapsed him like a carcass in an acid bath.

That face shuts Dean right the fuck up, because it sends him skipping backwards into that fucking basement, where his phone is buzzing and the gritty concrete chill of the floor is seeping through his jeans into the useless meat of his legs and leeching into the hot, wet channels of his piece of shit heart.

Turns out you can work up a good little panic attack in heaven, which seems like a significant oversight.

From a million miles away he feels Cas’s warm, dry palm slide over the back of his hand –– there’s a ring there now that Dean lost down a motel sink drain ages ago, is nobody spotting continuity errors here?—then Cas’s hand tightens on his and it feels like a Xanax kicking in. (The good kind, direct from the hot nurse with the little paper cup, not the kind you get in a from a shady burnout at a truckstop, that’s been ground up with baking soda or benadryl and carefully remolded, as if you could possibly give that much of a shit when you’re freaking out bad enough to buy Xanax at a truckstop.)

Point being, he calms the fuck down.

Cas has good hands. They can do a lot of impressive shit, and they look nice doing it. They don’t look like –– they’ve never looked like –– they belong to somebody whose main job is destroying people, places, or things. They’re hands that how to play the cello, or make tables from reclaimed wood, or give soapy, encompassing handjobs in the shower on cold evenings.

“It’s been years, though,” Dean rasps, not looking up yet. “I was a kid when you got me out of Hell, Cas. I’ve done a lot of shit since then. Maybe souls get stretch marks.”

Castiel’s hand tightens on his, clamps it down on the table. “I’ve always been able to see it.”

“Okay,” Dean mumbles, but Cas keeps on going –

“The only time I couldn’t see any part of your soul was when I was without grace, and I promise you that was one of the greatest deprivations imaginable.”

Dean snorts, looks away, but his hand is still on lockdown. “Worse than going hungry, huh?”

“Much.”

“Hey, what about Sam? Or, hell, fucking Donatello. They both were both walking around minus their creamy filling, and you didn’t say boo.”

Cas shrugs. “I can’t see their souls under ordinary circumstances.”

“So what, mine’s just extra loud, or day-glo, or what?”

“It’s both of those things, but that isn’t why,” Cas answers, and the boy is downright wry.

Dean tugs his hand out, raps his knuckles against the wood. “Okay, so stop bein’ coy and tell me before I get a complex. And if you say it’s because of love or some shit, I’m bailing to Rowena’s.”

“You infected me,” Cas says.

“Uh,” says Dean.

The fire pops and a log shifts; Cas glances over at the kerfuffle, absently lifts his fingers to his chin like he’s looking for an old scar. “In Hell, when I retrieved you…I had to grip your raw soul. I was meant to wear a gauntlet, so I wouldn’t be burned.”

Dean snickers. “You’re telling me you were supposed to be wearing a soul condom. What happened, you get too excited and forget to suit up? It’s okay, I know I’m a lot to take in.”

Castiel purses his lips. “No, I was properly armored. But my arm was torn off in combat shortly before I reached you.”

“Ouch.”

“Ouch,” Cas agrees. “I didn’t have time to retrieve the arm or its protection from the pit, so I had to grow a new one very quickly.”

Dean really should’ve switched to whiskey before starting this. “What, you didn’t pack a spare?” He wheezes.

“Ordinarily, yes, I would have had the resources, but I was equipped very lightly for that mission. It was a raid, not a siege. You understand the difference.”

“Sure, yeah, you left your emergency arms in the trunk. So you just popped out a new one. No big.”

“It was a big. Your soul was close enough that it forced me to grow a human arm, instead of a much quicker and more powerful extensor.”

“Okay, uh,” Dean pinches at the bridge of his nose, “there’s a lot to unpack there.”

“What part of it confuses you?”

“I dunno, the bit where apparently angels are I guess heavenly octopuses,”

“The plural in the Greek is octopodes,” Cas interjects, not without pleasure.

Dean glowers. “Or the part where you can apparently swap in different drill bits,” Dean continues,

“Mm,” Cas notes, careful not to open his mouth,

“Or that I, like, accidentally bullied you into growing a person arm,” and Dean pauses for breath here, which Cas evidently takes as permission to dive in with more Planet Earth commentary.

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” he says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two.

“Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes.

“It was a poor analogy. I apologize.”

“So what’s a better one?”

Castiel drums his fingers for a second, listens to the fire pop in its little cage. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.”

“Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

“What I’m trying to avoid saying,” Castiel sighs, “is that you rubbed off on me.”

Dean nods. “Yeah. That’s fair. I wouldn’t be dumb enough to say that around me, either.” He lays a couple little pats on Cas’s hand. “Lookit you, though, seeing around that corner. I’m proud of you, man. That would’ve totally flipped your breaker back in the day.”

“Just one of the many ways you have reshaped me, Dean,” Cas says, with warm sarcasm.

“Alright, so you rawdogged me, I whammied you. Chocolate, peanut butter, peanut butter, chocolate.”

Cas’s forehead wrinkles in skepticism. “I still prefer the cockroach. But some part of your soul injected itself into one of my more exposed frequencies. Under different circumstances, I would’ve stopped and excised the affected area before it spread, but. I was being pursued, and the mission had taken much longer than any of us anticipated.”

“Us? Thought it was just you down there.”

Cas looks vaguely offended, straightens and folds his arms like he just remembered he’s giving a deposition. “No, of course not. Michael assigned sixty-six angels in eleven groups of six, each escorted to the field by a seraph. We struck simultaneously at six different areas in perdition. From there we dispersed to individual targets –– to cause as much chaos as possible in order to help obscure the object of our mission, and to increase the odds that one of us would actually find you.”

“And you were the lucky winner.” Dean pushes down a touch of sick shame at the thought of it — he’d been coiled up like a snake around somebody else’s torment, anesthetized by it. It was one of the random rags of infernal time where his own pain decreased in proportion to how much he dealt out, and that was the closest thing Hell had to a Friday night.

“I was,” Castiel nods. “I took some liberties with my assignment,” he adds, squinting. “I flattered myself that I shared a special affinity with The Righteous Man.”

“That guy always sounded like kind of a cunt to me,” Dean notes. “You know, not withstanding the fact that I’m him.”

Castiel shrugs. “I found you, and I did what was necessary to save you, and my siblings did what was necessary to save me.” A little falter enters his voice. “Only twelve of us returned from that mission.” Cas looks up, out, away. A dove coos somewhere nearby of the Roadhouse; did it have a run-in with the windshield of an eighteen wheeler one day and show up here, Dean wonders, or does heaven make its own birds from scratch? That’s gotta be a softball compared to whether Betelgeuse is still open for business.

Castiel waits until the bird shuts up, then says, “Of those twelve surviving angels, I personally murdered nine, in everything that followed.”

After a moment Dean says “Yeah,” with practiced neutrality. He’s got some similar tallies, written in Sharpie on the back of his eyelids.

Cas sighs and his attention comes back down to the table. “By the time I received the authority to restore your soul to your body, the infection had spread almost past the point of containment. That’s why I resisted taking a vessel at first. I worried that occupying a human form would speed up the process.”

“Hey now. I thought you showed up naked because you thought I’d be one of those special people,” Dean quips, “Who can handle angel stuff without going all kibbles ’n bits.”

“That was only a partial truth.”

Dean tips the beer bottle in salute. “You’re a real special flavor of asshole, Cas.”

“So I’ve been told. I was right, though. When I took Jimmy as a vessel, I contracted — condensed — myself very severely. The infection had a much shorter distance to travel to reach all of my extremities, and a human form was the most hospitable environment possible.”

“You got a raging case of the Deans.”

Cas’s head kicks back in a laugh that kinda surprises them both. “Yes,” he says, grinning. “I did. I was very displeased, and very concerned I’d be found out and judged unfit for duty. And I very much was. Unfit, that is. Though I was not found out.”

“C’mon, never? You went rogue on the company.”

“Uriel suspected. Naomi certainly detected it later, as did Metatron. But in the moment, no. The Host’s attention was focused on the Apocalypse ahead, not on debriefing a mission that was considered a success. After the Cage was closed, I had too much influence to come under that level of scrutiny.”

“Hmh.” Dean realizes he’s been systematically picking down the label on the beer bottle, so he sets it on the ground before he gets sticky little shreds everywhere. “So I gotta ask. My little souvenir, the handprint. That’s where you grabbed me, with your lil…Mister Potato Head human arm?”

“It is.”

“If I’m the one who infected you, how come I’m the one who got burned?”

“My hand didn’t burn you.”

“Well, it ain’t fingerpaint.”

“Your own soul burned it, as it flowed out of your flesh and into mine. It burned until the moment when I finally released you from my grip. My hand healed itself; your arm did not.” Castiel gives a thin scoff. “I hadn’t planned to leave you interred.”

“Oh, no? Well that’s nice to hear, you know, a decade after the fact. I still have nightmares about that shit.”

Castiel winces. “It’s no excuse, but I was in a great deal of…the equivalent of pain. It took an immense effort to break off the inflow of your soul, and when I did manage it, I was thrown quite a ways by the recoil. By the time I recovered enough to return, you were already looting a gas station,” He finishes, dryly.

“Yeah, well, Dad didn’t think much of leisure as a virtue. Also I was thirsty, because I’d just crawled out of my own grave.”

“And I was distracted, because I’d just fought my way out of the inferno while being digested by a demented human soul.”

“You wanna call it even?”

Cas lifts his brows. “If you don’t mind.”

There is a long, dark breath, during which their little smiles fade.

“So, all that,” Dean says, because he’s a fucking coward.

“All that,” says Cas, because he isn’t.

Dean clears his throat. “That means you can see my soul-stuff 24/7, huh?”

Castiel slides one leg up onto the bench, shifts to sit astride it, like he’s maybe about to deliver an after-school PSA on the Real Deal About Drugs. “I can always see myself, and extensions of my self. And since your soul made itself into an integral part of me…I can see you.”

“I take it that’s not exactly in the manual.”

“No. I didn’t entirely understand it at first — for a long time, I convinced myself it was because you were designed to be a celestial vessel, and that I had been destined to save you from Hell.”

That thin, acidic feelings starts to rise up in Dean’s chest again. “Do you…” A dry swallow reflex grabs his throat. “Hm. Fuck.”

“What?” Cas asks, scooting forward. An angel. Scooting. What a world. “You can ask me anything, Dean. I hope we’re both past being offended.”

“Have you ever thought that. This whole deal. Our…thing.” Dean lets out a breath. “The way you feel about me. The way I feel about you.”

“Do I worry that its only basis is our shared material?”

Dean licks his lips, works a jaw muscle, forces out a nod.

Cas frowns, sets one elbow up against the table, then lets his head tip to the side. “Why do you love Sam?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I get it, he’s my brother. We got shared material, too. But we’re not talking genetics.”

“Genes were the initial basis of your love for Sam. But you share half as much material with Adam. Do you love him fifty percent as much as you do Sam?”

“One, love doesn’t work that way and you know it, and two, fucking of course not. I barely know the guy, and what I’ve seen didn’t exactly blow me away.” Not that the poor dumb kid ever really had a chance. “Sam’s Sam, he’s earned it a million times over just by bein’ him.”

“Then you understand.”

“But Cas, man…I…” Dean laughs, which is an abbreviated form of screaming, “I treated you like shit.”

Cas nods. “You did.”

“Okay, the rules say you’re not supposed to agree with me.”

“But the balance remains in your favor. Dean, are you genuinely afraid that you — care for me…” and Dean can hear the FCC live-bleep in that one, like does his total cowardice have a special color Cas can see with his soul-o-vision? “Only out of some compulsion?”

“No,” Dean says, to the great surprise of his frontal cortex, which was busy kicking the shit out of itself. “No,” he says again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that that answer actually came out of him and entered the living air between them.

Then the wave is rolling towards him and he enters that slim moment of body-physics where you either take a lungful and commit to diving under the break, or you kick out against the undertow, arch your back to meet the blow, and let yourself be flown all the way up to the waiting shore––

“No,” Dean says, “I love you.” And he chokes up a little, first at the release of saying it, then at how much of exactly jack-shit it changes anything so what was he even scared of, and then at the look on Cas’s face: how he’s frozen. Like that dog from that video, the one that loved tennis balls so goddamn much that his owner bought him a thousand fucking tennis balls and dumps them out all at once and the dog absolutely stalls the fuck out, just seconds on end of underspecced dog-brain hang time before he finally snaps back to reality and loses his absolute shit scrabbling all over the porch.

Castiel comes back online with a little choking noise of his own, and a kind of awkward scrabble for Dean’s hand.

“I have for a long time,” Dean continues, because apparently he’s continuing, “I’ve loved you for fucking ages, Cas. In people years, anyway, I’m sure that mean’s fuckall to somebody who’s a zillion––”

“I don’t,” Cas says thickly, “really give a damn about the age difference, Dean,” and cracks into a chuckle.

“So how come you never knew it?” Dean asks, feeling freedom turn into a hunger or something like vertigo. “If you can see my soul, how could you not know?”

Cas shrugs, a bit helplessly.

“Seriously,” Dean laughs, “how did I manage to hide that shit so well? Sammy found every nudie mag I ever shoplifted.”

Cas shakes his head. “You’ve never actually been able to hide anything from me.”

Dean scoffs. “C’mon, man. I snowed you plenty, or else we woulda had this conversation dirtside a long time ago.”

“Whatever I missed, Dean…it wasn’t because you succeeded at hiding it,” Castiel says, softly. He takes a slow, shaky breath, and meets Dean’s eyes with a smile. He lifts a hand to Dean’s face, bone and flesh on flesh and bone. “I just loved you enough to look away.”

It’s a long time before they go back inside. By any measure. {AO3}

#spn fanfiction #spn 15x20 #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #bless you all for your sexy and angsty coda fics please enjoy this massive wodge of angel lore wankery dating back 11 seasons

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3 Times Afton Was an Idiot, and 1 Time Afton Admitted it

Throughout the years of working together, Henry has always decided that Will was the idiot between the two. William accidentally proves this 4 separate times throughout their business partnership, and actually admits it on the 4th time!

Yay! 1st FNAF fanfic in a month! Feels good to be writing William and Henry again. I missed these two.

Henry was trying to work on the inner workings of Foxy. He had just finished putting some wires through the head and spread them onto its shoulders. With the cords in place, Henry started taping them down to the endoskeleton.

He was so busy working on Foxy, that he barely noticed the presence of William walking up behind him with a Freddy Fazbear plush and a Bonnie plush.

Henry started connecting the cords together, when he felt two things hopping on his back. Henry lifted an eyebrow, but ignored it to try and plug the cords into the arm cords.

“Hey Freddy!” Bonnie (William with a high voice) said, shaking back and forth.

“Yes Bonnie?” Freddy (William with a low voice) replied.

“I’m very curious about those weird guys in that bright office. Who are they?” Bonnie asked.

Freddy bounced himself up to the top of Henry’s shoulder. “You don’t know? They created us! They created me, and you!” Freddy told the bonnie plush.

“Really?! I didn’t know that!” Bonnie reacted.

Henry blinked and stared into the abyss in slight annoyance. “William, what are you doing?” He asked.

Ignoring Henry’s question, William turned Freddy’s body around to Bonnie as if he had just heard the stupidest thing ever. “You...didn’t know...that Henry Emily and William Afton are our creators?” Freddy reacted.

William made Bonnie jump onto Henry’s other shoulder. “Well yeah, I knew that.” Bonnie replied. “But who are those people in the offices, making noises and ruining our speakers?” Bonnie asked.

Freddy looked at Bonnie with flat anger. William started shaking Freddy front and back in anger. “THOSE ARE HENRY EMILY AND WILLIAM AFTON, YOU NUMB NUT!” Freddy (William) shouted.

Henry waved the plushes off his shoulders. “Stop that! I’m trying to work!” Henry told him.

William only continued. “...He doesn’t like us…” Bonnie (high-pitched William) told Freddy.

“Why not?” Freddy Fazbear (deep-voiced William) asked.

“I don’t know. He sounds cranky.” Bonnie reacted.

William moved Freddy closer and closer to Henry’s face. Finally, Freddy shook back and forth a little. “Yeah, you’re right. He DOES look cranky!” Freddy replied.

“Alright, that’s enough. Showtime’s over, dumbass.” Henry ordered, taking the plushies from William and walking away from him.

Even without the plushies, William was still doing the voices. “NOOO! WILLIAM! HELP US! THE EVIL HENRY IS TAKING US AWAY!” Bonnie shouted.

“Let us go, fiend! You may have made us, but you know better than to kidnap your own creations!” Freddy yelled at Henry.

Henry turned around and yeeted both the plushes at William. William just laughed as both plushes bounced off his chest. “Ohohokahahay, ohokahay! I’m done! I’m done!” William laughed.

“You’re so annoying.” Henry told him.

William snorted a little and turned his voice into Bonnie’s again. “Wow! What an asshole!” William (Bonnie) declared.

William quickly ducked as an empty metal trash can was thrown at him next!

...Followed by a backpack.

[A Couple Weeks Later]

Henry and William were getting all the TV’s set up to display all the camera footage. They just finished getting the equipment in, and they were now connecting everything.

Well...More like Henry was. William had to be temporarily banned from touching the techy stuff because he kept messing up the cord placements.

At least he was being careful when bring the equipment into the place.

“One small question: Why is the security guard��s office way in the back?” William asked.

“Because we wanted the security guard completely separated from the kids activities.” Henry replied.

“Why couldn’t we put the office upstairs?” William asked.

Henry slowly turned to look at him. “...How many times have you been here, exactly?” Henry asked.

“The same amount of times as you.” William replied.

Henry plugged a cord into the machine without even looking, and stared at William in pure disbelief. “I’m surprised you’re not aware of this… but we have NO upstairs!” Henry told him.

“We don’t?” William clarified.

Henry pushed the front of William’s hat bill down. “Where would the upstairs be? Huh? There’s no hidden stairs.” Henry told him.

William fixed his hat. “But...I thought the vents might lead somewhere.” William offered, proving just how little common sense he’s developed over the years.

Henry wheezed and looked away. “Ihif you think the vents are gonna lead you somewhere, then you can go find out for yourself.” Henry joked.

William blinked a couple times, before smiling and grabbing a nearby step ladder.

Henry continued to plug in the cords on his own. He plugged a few of the cords into the 2nd TV to get it turned on, and then started to plug all the cameras into the two Beta recorders and plug that into the two TV’s. Soon, the video footage started showing up!

Henry slowly removed his hands from the technology in accomplishment. “Hey Will! Check it out, I got the cameras set up!” Henry declared.

Suddenly, Henry heard a metal clang that could’ve come from far away. Henry dropped his arms to his sides and widened his eyes.

He did not...Did he?!

Henry looked over to the left and right, trying to determine which vent he could’ve gone into. To find this out, Henry looked for the location of the step ladder. After a bit of walking around, Henry quickly found the step ladder set up under the left vent.

Wow...He really went and did it…

Henry folded up the step ladder and carried it with him while he walked the vents’ pathway. Halfway down the vent direction, Henry set up the step ladder. “Hey Will! You in here?” Henry asked before knocking on the vent.

“HEY HENRY! IMAGINE IF I DIED IN HERE! HOW LONG WOULD MY BODY GO UNFOUND?” William asked out of nowhere.

Henry widened his eyes. “I-...What?” Henry asked, knowing it was a joke, but still slightly worried.

Suddenly, a clanging sound was heard. Henry started running further down the hall, following the vent’s direction and looked around for an exit to the vent. But a couple seconds later, Henry watched as a vent door opened, and William came falling out of the vent with a loud shriek. William hit the floor with a loud splat, and Henry widened his eyes in surprise and horror. Holy CRAP!

Henry sprinted up to him. “Are you okay?!” Henry asked, staring at his best friend’s body.

William’s body was completely covered in vent dust, and the dust was STILL raining down from the vent screen he opened. William blinked in surprise. “Ow.” He muttered.

Henry couldn’t help himself: the man bursted out laughing at William’s stupidity! “Whyhyhy did you ACTUALLY climb in the vents?!” Henry asked.

William blinked and looked away, slightly flustered. “...Because I wanted to know if there was a secret door.” William replied.

Henry just laughed further and mentally thanked himself for getting the cameras plugged in and recording when he did.

[A few weeks later:]

Henry was cracking open a couple beers, and handed one of them to William. “A toast: to the success of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria!” Henry declared.

“Cheers!” William and Henry both declared, clinging the noses of their beers together before taking a gulp out of their bottles.

Elizabeth huffed at her regular cup. “I want a glass bottle!” Elizabeth begged.

“Can I have one too?” Michael asked.

William just about choked on his beer. “Hohold up, what? No! This is big boy juice.” William told him.

“But I’m a big boy.” Michael argued.

“I can’t have it because I’m a girl?” Elizabeth asked.

Henry looked at William with a ‘look what you’ve done’ look on his face. “Big girls can have the juice too. But very big girls, who make good choices.” Henry told them both.

“I’m a big girl. I can make good choices.” Elizabeth argued.

Henry narrowed his eyes. Can she tho? Can she really?

Suddenly, William stood up and walked to the kitchen. “Tell you what: I can make it up to you.” William decided, before grabbing his empty beer collection off the high shelf. William pulled out a pair of smaller, high life beer bottles out of the collection and rinsed the bottles out good. Then, William grabbed some apple juice from the fridge, and dumped some apple juice into both the bottles. “There! Now you can enjoy having bottles too.” William told the kids, handing them the fake beers.

“Thank you Dad!” Michael said happily.

“Yay! Thanks Daddy!” Elizabeth declared happily.

“You’re welcome!” William replied.

Henry widened his eyes. “I...that’s smart..,but also so stupid! Will, your wife is going to be FURIOUS!” Henry yelled.

William scoffed and waved it off. “It’ll be fine when she tastes it.” William replied. “Besides: she knows I’m not stupid.” William told him.

Henry lifted an eyebrow. “Does she now?” Henry muttered to him.

“Yeah.” William replied.

“I’d beg to differ.” Henry mentioned.

“And why is that?” William asked.

“Because you’re actually a lot more stupid then you let on.” Henry argued.

William looked at Henry. “Rude.” He reacted.

“Not rude when it’s true.” Henry added.

Michael and Elizabeth were giggling while they watched.

“I’m surprised you never learned to keep your opinions to yourself.” William reacted.

“This isn’t an opinion. This is fact.” Henry shot back.

“Fact or opinion, you should be keeping it to yourself.” William told him.

Suddenly, the entire conversation came to a halt when William’s wife walked into the back door. William turned to Henry with a smirk. “Let’s let the woman in the house determine this.” William said proudly.

...William wound up getting himself into big trouble. He was yelled at later for ‘encouraging their children to be child alcoholics’, and wasn’t trusted alone with the kids for a week or so after that.

[A Couple Weeks Later:]

William was trying to fix a knot in the curtain rope while standing on a step ladder.

...Yyyyup! This wasn’t gonna go well.

It took the man another 10 minutes to get himself stuck to the curtain rope upside down. Exactly how did William end up getting himself stuck this way? Not even William knows.

“Henry? A little help?” William asked.

Henry was under the stage, setting up more chairs and tables for the bigger party population that was gonna come in a couple days. “ONE SECOND…” Henry yelled back.

William waited for Henry to come crawling out of there. And thankfully, he did! Henry crawled out from under the stage with a few more chairs and placed them down. “Okay. What’s going on Wi-” Henry wheezed and bursted out laughing at the hilarious sight in front of him:

William was hanging upside down by his foot in front of the curtain. “Uuuuh...Oh boy…” He muttered, feeling slightly awkward about the predicament.

“HOHOHOW DIHID YOU MANAGE THIS?!” Henry asked, just falling into even more laughter.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I even WANNA know. All I know is I want down.” William told him.

Henry nodded. “Okay, okay.” He said, rolling up his sleeves and working on getting him down.

“Hey William, I’m gonna need to remove your shoe to get you out.” Henry let him know.

“Okay.” William replied.

Henry removed William’s shoe and...as much as Henry wanted to help William out, Henry thought he’d be able to take advantage of the situation. So, Henry tightened the curtain’s hold on William, and started tickling his foot. William squealed! “WAIT! Hehehenry! Stahahap!” William giggled.

Henry paused and lifted his hand away for a second. “Why should I?” Henry asked, before resuming his tickling.

“HAhahaha! Nohohoho dohohohon’t! Lehehet mehehe gohohoho!” William giggled, wiggling around as he tried to kick him. But Henry grabbed his other free foot, removed the sock right away, and started tickling that one as well! “HEHEY! EEEEHEhehehehehe! Quihihihihihit thahahahat!” William ordered helplessly.

Henry chuckled deeply. “Not until you admit you’re the dumbass in this friendship.” Henry told him.

William looked up at Henry and blinked...That’s it? “Ihihi’m a duhuhumbahass. Yohohohou knohohow thihihihis ahahalreheady!” William told him through his laughter.

Henry guffawed! “Wow! That was quick!” Henry reacted. “But because that was too quick, I’m not gonna stop quite yet.” Henry decided.

“Whahahahat?! Whyhyhyhyhy?! Whahahat’s soho fuhuhun ahahabohout tihihicklihihing mehehehe?!” William asked him.

Henry stopped tickling the man and knelt down to William’s head. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that you snort when tickled hard enough? Maybe it’s the fact that your face goes all red anytime you’re receiving physical love? Maybe it’s even the fact that you’re super ticklish and that makes it fun!” Henry told him.

William looked away a little and blushed. Even just getting compliments could turn him into a tomato. “Rude.” William accused.

Henry lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “Cutie.” Henry retorted.

William immediately felt his blush increase. Not wanting this to happen, William pointed at Henry. “Rude.” William shot back.

“Cutie.” Henry just shot back.

William was taken back. He was really gonna start this, huh? Well, 2 can play that game! “Rude!” William told him again, poking his forehead.

Henry smirked and booped his nose. “Cutie.” He replied confidently.

Oh god no...Not the snoot boops too! How dare! “RuUuUuUude!” William whined.

“Cuuuutieeee.” Henry sing-songed.

William decided to finally get him back. “Not. cute.” William argued, poking his sides.

“Hehehey! Don’t be starting to turn this around on me!” Henry reacted, grabbing William’s arms.

William chuckled a little out of playfulness. “Ahand why shouldn’t I?” William asked.

“Because you’re a lot more ticklish than I am. That’s why.” Henry argued back. “And I’m not the one stuck upside down at the moment.” Henry added.

“And I’m not the one tickling the person upside down instead of getting them down.” William argued back.

“I’m not tickling you now, am I?” Henry clarified.

“No, but you’re being rude.” William argued back.

“How rude?” Henry asked.

William leaned in a little and whispered in his face. “All the rude.” He whispered.

“That’s it!” Henry finally let go of William and skittered his fingers on his ribs and sides.

“WahahAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHENRYHYHYHY! NOTTHERIBS! NOT THE RIHIHIHIBS!” William shouted through his laughter. His arms were right against his chest, pushing against Henry’s tickling fingers. They weren’t stopping him from tickling at all. If anything, they were encouraging Henry to tickle him more!

Henry moved his hands to his belly, and started squishing and squeezing. William threw his head back and just CACKLED! Henry was giggling and laughing alongside him. “Man! Your Mom must’ve had a BLAST tickling you!” Henry reacted. “Do your kids know how ticklish you are?” Henry asked him.

“YEHEHEHES! THEHEHEY TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE AHAHALL THEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIHIME!” William replied.

“Well I can see why! Your reactions are priceless!” Henry told him.

“IHIHIHI WAHAHANT DOHOHOHOWN PLEHEHEHEASE!” William asked politely, despite his ticklish conundrum.

Henry nodded his head. “Alright. I’ll let you down, Will.” Henry replied, standing back up.

William took a moment to get some air back into his lungs, and waited patiently for Henry to get him down. As he was undoing the curtain, however, Henry snuck a few tickles under his toes.

And would you believe it?! William snorted! Like, actually snorted!

Henry gasped and threw a fist into the air. “YES! I got a snort!” Henry shouted proudly.

William whined and covered his flustered face as he giggled immediately after. “Ehehehehevihihihil…” William muttered out loud.

Henry looked down at William and narrowed his eyes. “What did you just call me?!” Henry asked, crossing his arms.

William uncovered his eyes and looked up at Henry. “Ehehe...ehevil?” William replied awkwardly.

...It ended up taking a lot longer for William to get down.

#william afton is an idiot #ticklefic #ler!henry #lee!william #william afton gets stuck a lot #1 parent goes to: w afton!#platonic gay relationship

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