#im so used to it that genuinely hand on heart sudden loud bangs just make me hungry now

[calamitys-child]

One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.

#im so used to it that genuinely hand on heart sudden loud bangs just make me hungry now #everyone that lives here is like. yeah lunchtime cannon thats normal. everyone who doesnt is so bewildered by it. i love it.

[heyitsyn]

Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

--

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears 

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

---

natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

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[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 5

Title: the graduation celebration

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: IM BACK. this literally took me a whole month to write and i hope there aren’t too many mistakes. if there are mistakes, feel free to point them out to me! other than that, hope you enjoy!

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Your back was aching from standing at the register for such a long time, so you decided to take a seat on one of the two chairs set up behind the counter for times like this. There was only a little over an hour left before closing, and there weren’t any customers at the moment, so taking a quick break wouldn’t hurt. It seems like Osamu was thinking the same thing as he plopped himself next to you languidly.

Your boss rests an arm on the back of your chair. “You tired?” 

“A little bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you reply back with a sigh. “How about you?”

Osamu takes off his cap and runs a hand through his hair before placing it back on his head. “Nah, I’m good. Just feeling a bit dazed. It’s been a pretty slow week, so I guess I’m just lacking some energy boost.”

“Yeah, I guess. We haven’t had any interesting customers come in for a while, huh.” You think back to the time when you had to babysit a certain volleyball team and when you interacted with a specific gamer during work. “Although, I can’t really tell whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

Your conversation was interrupted when you both heard the entrance slide open indicating the arrival of a customer. Or, rather, customers. A group of young men walked into the shop while also engaged in their own chatter. 

“We meet up after such a long time and you decide to come here?” A man with light brown, uneven bangs shoved his hands into his coat while sporting a blank expression. “Although, I can’t really say I’m surprised, Goshiki.”

The one addressed as Goshiki scowled in slight frustration. “I don’t trust any of the other options you all pitched in! I didn’t want to eat spicy ramen from the convenience store when we haven’t met up all together like this in so long! I won rock paper scissors too so it’s my choice, Shirabu-san!”

Another man with a crimson-tinted buzzcut chipped in with a lighthearted tone, “Are you sure you didn’t want to just come here ‘cause you heard about the cute register girl?”

“N-no! That’s not true, Tendou-san!” (yes)

“You’re so easy to read, Tsutomu! Isn’t that right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

Broad shoulders on a tall figure turned towards the redhead. “I suppose it is easy to understand Goshiki as if I were reading the gardening section of the newspaper.”

The fourth person of the group had a guitar strapped to his back with an...interesting outfit that you would not normally see someone wear voluntarily. “You guys sure haven’t changed at all. I can’t really say I expected to come here either.”

The last two people to enter the shop chuckled as they listened to their peers. One had a spiky undercut and slanted eyebrows, while the other had large, defined lips and tan skin. The latter spoke up, “Well, it’s not too bad, Semi. Plus, we’re here to celebrate Shirabu’s graduation and acceptance into medical school.”

You and Osamu are now standing behind the counter but the group of seven had yet to notice you both. You do a double take when you glance at the one who just spoke. Covering your mouth with one hand, you whisper to your boss, “Okay. I see what you meant by Benkei.”

Osamu just quietly chuckles.

It didn’t take long for one specific person to direct his attention at you as he walked to the counter. “Ah, (Surname)-san. How have you been?” 

At the sudden greeting, the rest of the group ceased their conversation.

You just gave the familiar face a small smile. “I’ve been doing well, Shirabu-san.”

“SHIRABU-SAN KNOWS THE PRETTY REGISTER GIRL?!”

You’re a bit taken aback by the loud exclamation by Goshiki, so you just stare at him with wide eyes. A couple people burst out laughing, mainly Tendou, Yamagata, and Semi. The poor boy’s entire body flushes red as he tries to get the guys to stop laughing. Shirabu just lets out a sigh and turns his attention back to you. It seems like the other two who weren’t part of the boisterous bunch also turned their focus to where you were.

“Sorry about that. I told you I would visit soon, but I didn’t expect to come with my former teammates,” Shirabu apologized.

“No, that’s okay. If that’s the case, then these guys must be the Shiratorizawa alumni you mentioned before.” You shook your head in understanding. You turned towards the others. “Nice to meet you guys. I’m (Surname) (Name), Shirabu’s college classmate.”

“Hellooo~ (Name)-chan!” Tendou joyfully greeted after listening in on the conversation. Goshiki was now hidden behind Ushijima’s large stature to avoid any awkward encounters. Yamagata and Semi rejoined since they were also curious as to how you knew their former setter. After some brief introductions, you had learned all of their names before going into detail of your relationship with Shirabu.

“(Surname)-san and I went to the same university and had a couple classes together since our majors were similar. We were both fairly diligent in our studies, so we often grouped up to do assignments.”

“Oh? What did you major in, (Surname)-san?” Ohira asks.

“I majored in Anatomy and Physiology. I plan on going to grad school for Sports medicine.”

You hear a small gasp behind Ushijima and a quiet, subtle statement of “She’s pretty and smart!”, but you pretend like you didn’t hear anything in hopes to spare Goshiki from any more embarrassment. Osamu seems a bit intrigued since he’s never really heard you speak about school but stays silent off to the side.

“Have you decided on where you want to go? I know you once told me you applied to a special Sports medicine program.” Shirabu asks.

You feel a wave of negative emotions at the question but try your best to control your facial expression. “I...um...was waitlisted from the program and was rejected from all the grad schools that I applied to…”

Your former classmate’s eyes widened a bit in surprise and lifted his hand to his chin in thought. “I see.”

You try to brush off any unnecessary thoughts by waving your hands in front of you. “There must have been a reason for that. My resume wasn’t all that great and they probably thought I was lacking in a lot of ways.”

“Nonsense. From the couple of times we’ve worked together, I know that you’re a very well versed and competent person.” Shirabu crosses his arms and looks straight into your eyes.  “I’m sure you’ll be able to come across a good opportunity with your capabilities.”

You were quite touched by Shirabu’s firm words and he’s managed to slightly lift up the corners of your lips despite the heavy weight in your heart. He’s fairly blunt and doesn’t like to sugarcoat words, so you know his words are genuine.

“Oh? How romantic~” Tendou commented. Shirabu just glares at the tall redhead and remains silent.

A sudden low rumble echoes into the air from Semi’s stomach. “Oh, sorry guys. I’ve been composing all day, so I haven’t gotten around to eating yet.”

“We should order now,” Ushijima advises. The rest nod their heads in agreement. As the Shiratorizawa crew puts in their orders, Osamu sets up his workstation to accommodate. The entire order came out to be quite a lot since most of the guys were heavy eaters and some ordered additional side dishes.

“Will this be all in one order or is everyone paying separately?” You ask.

Shirabu opens his mouth to answer but is interrupted by Tendou. “Since we’re here for a celebration, we can’t let the man of the hour pay for anything!”

“Are you suggesting that we split the cost of Shirabu’s meal or have one person pay for it?” Yamagata looked up thoughtfully. 

Tendou raised a finger into the air and wiggled it in denial. “Just one person will pay for all of the food!”

“It’s fine, Tendou-san. Onigiris do not cost that mu-”

“Nuh uh~ That’s not an option!”

“Alright. Then, how would we determine who pays?” Semi looked a bit weary at the suggestion.

Tendou clapped his hands together. “We’ll play some games to determine who the ultimate loser is! The winners from each round will be exempt from the next one! There will be three games in total. Whoever loses every single game and remains as the last person will be the one to pay for all of us!”

“Seems simple enough,” Yamagata comments. The other guys nod their heads in agreement. 

“This is a great idea!” Goshiki in particular seems fired up. “I will defeat you, Ushijima-san!”

“I look forward to your efforts, Goshiki.”

As if there was some kind of telepathic signal between the guys, everyone but Ushijima, Shirabu, and Goshiki look at one another. Sly smiles and pitiful expressions begin to form as they take a quick glance at where Goshiki and Ushijima were standing before turning back to each other in mutual understanding. It seems like the majority has come to the conclusion that one specific person will be walking home with a lighter wallet.

Shirabu, who’s already used to his former team’s antics, doesn’t even try to stop them. Once they start, it’s difficult to halt their chaos unless he wants to hear them complain about it for the next couple weeks. Although, he does make the effort to face you and Osamu. “I know they’re getting ahead of themselves, but is all this okay? I know you haven’t closed yet, so I wouldn’t want to disturb your business.”

Your boss just waves his hand to brush off the concern. “Nah, you’re good. It’s been a slow day and I was planning on closing a bit early anyways. Feel free to hang out and have fun as long as you clean up after yourselves. I’ll be preparing the food in the meantime.”

“Yeah, as long as I’m not mopping up someone’s vomit off the floor, I don’t have any problems with it either,” You reply.

With the final yes from the owner of Onigiri Miya, Tendou sports a wide grin and faces his peers. “I already have some game ideas, so all we need to do is set up everything like I ask!”

You’re just about to return to your previous seat behind the counter before the Shiratorizawa boys entered, but Tendou waved at you to get your attention. “(Name)-chan! Would you mind being the referee for the games?”

Bewilderment is evident on your face as you try to decipher the redhead’s intentions. You’re a bit cautious since the group is so unpredictable. “Oh, um, wouldn’t it be better if Shirabu-san watched over you guys? I think I prefer watching you all have fun from afar.”

“Aw~ That’s a shame.” Tendou pulls out a small box wrapped in a bright blue ribbon from the bag slung over his shoulders. “I was planning on sharing these gourmet chocolates with the person who volunteered to be a referee.”

“Huh?” There was a small glint in your eyes.

The lanky man gently pulled off the ribbon and opened the lid. Inside the box were 5 pieces of chocolate all laid out on top of a plastic mold. Each of the chocolates had intricate designs that hinted at the work of delicate hands and showed the amount of care that went into making them. The surfaces of each piece shined under the fluorescent lights and the delectable, mouthwatering aroma permeated the air. “I gifted some chocolates for our lovely graduating friend but had a couple chocolates leftover, so I made an extra box. It’s too bad that it’ll go to waste since no one will claim them.”

“...”

You stay frozen for a moment as you eye the exquisite sweets in front of you. “...What do you need me to do?”

Tendou lets out a small shout of happiness at your response, and you took one of the chocolates out of the box. You plopped it into your mouth and immediately tasted a burst of flavor. A soft, content sigh leaves your lips as you savor the dessert. There was a soft chuckle next to you and you assumed it was Osamu but decided that you were just going to savor the moment.  After gushing over two more pieces, you decide to save the rest for later and make your way around the counter to where the rest were waiting. 

Tendou briefs you on some of the games and you can’t help but sweatdrop at what he has planned. As you look to the side, you see Shirabu sitting on his own since he’s the only one exempt from participating in the competition. The other guys just seem to be waiting for Tendou to fill them in as well.

Goshiki notices your presence and starts to make his way over to you. “(Surname)-san! W-what are you doing over here?”

“Tendou-san asked me to be a referee for your games, so I’ll be watching over all of you from here,” you reply nonchalantly.

“What?!”

Tendou snickers beside you and places his hands on the younger boy’s shoulder. “Now, now! Let’s get ready for the game, Tsutomu!”

Since all you really had to do was monitor and keep track of the losers of each game, you take a seat next to Shirabu who just has a bored expression on his face and acknowledges you with a short nod. Tendou has now gathered everyone else into one big group and begins to gesture his arms wildly. “The first game is called ‘Pass the Napkin’! There will be two teams of three people, and it’ll be a competition to see which team passes more napkins in one minute.”

The guys just looked at one another with contemplative faces. This game seemed simple enough...or so they thought.

“There’s one special rule!” Tendou’s eyes glinted under the lights. “You can only pass the napkin with your mouths! No hands! No other body parts!”

Many faces grew pale at the “special” rule. Yamagata brings a hand up to his forehead regretfully. “I knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

Ignoring his former teammate’s exasperation, Tendou continues his explanation. “Each team will have two baskets: one full of napkins and one that is empty so that you can place the ones you’ve successfully passed. Team A is gonna be Wakatoshi-kun, Tsutomu, and Reon! The other two including me will be on Team B! Perfect even teams with 6 people!”

Ohira takes a brief moment to think. “Now that you mention it, Kawanishi isn't here.”

“He said he had a date, so he couldn’t make it today,” Semi answers. Although, Kawanishi’s absence seems to be in his favor at the moment.

“Let’s get started!” Tendou passes you his phone with the timer app opened as all of the teams make their way towards their respective napkin baskets. “Please count us off, (Name)-chan!”

All of the guys are staring at you as they wait for your signal, and you let out an inaudible sigh. “3...2...1...Start!”

Ohira and Tendou, who are the first people in their respective teams, begin inhaling a napkin with their mouths. The game has begun.

In Team B, Semi looks mildly uncomfortable, but Tendou spares no time and immediately passes the napkin to the former’s mouth. The redhead doesn’t even give Semi any time to comprehend anything as he goes for another napkin swiftly. As Semi turns to the last person in the group, Yamagata just shrugs his shoulders and takes the napkin quickly before blowing it away into the other basket. The three seem to realize that passing the napkins in rapid succession shortens the time of contact between each other and increase their pace with each napkin.

Team A doesn’t seem to be going as smoothly. Goshiki is the middleman and hesitantly receives each napkin from Ohira with flushed cheeks that only seem to be getting darker as time passes. There is an evident pause every time the youngest team member needs to pass the napkin to Ushijima. For some reason, Goshiki also seems to make frequent eye contact with you as he’s passing the napkin to the older pro athlete before quickly averting his eyes with an even deeper blush. As a result, Goshiki drops the napkins several times.

“S-s-sorry, Ushijima-san! I’ll get the next one!”

Both teams continue transferring napkins from one basket to another for a couple more seconds. Glancing at the timer, you see that there are about 10 seconds left. You open your mouth to start counting down the remaining seconds but a sharp, horrified gasp stops you. As you direct your attention towards the source of the noise, Goshiki’s posture is tense and he’s making a strange face at the opposing team. Shifting your gaze to his line of sight, you understand what had caused the poor boy to be in such a state of shock.

A lone napkin flutters onto the floor as silence creeps through the air. Yamagata is leaning forward in Semi’s direction while the latter has his hands anchored onto his teammate’s shoulders. Their lips are connected with nothing to separate the physical contact, but both males are too shocked to make any motion. Mortified expressions from Yamagata and Semi tell you that this predicament was not intentional.

“Oya?~”

Tendou’s sudden disturbance seems to break everyone out of the trance. The timer goes off at this moment as well and a cacophony of noises fill the room. Semi and Yamagata jump away from each other aggressively. The grey-haired male sprints to the bathroom to scrub down his mouth as Yamagata vigorously rubs a handful of napkins onto his lips. Tendou begins to cackle rather loudly while Ohira just lets out an amused chuckle. Goshiki becomes a sputtering mess, red spreading across his whole body. Ushijima blinks absentmindedly.

You watch the chaos unfold and notice Shirabu closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment. It takes a minute for everyone to get their bearings and Semi returns from the bathroom bashfully. He glances at Yamagata briefly. “That never happened?”

“That never happened,” Yamagata firmly agrees.

Tendou seems to have calmed down a bit because, before you know it, he already has both napkin baskets in his arms, one obviously more full than the other. “Team B is the winner!”

Ushijima is the only one to start clapping while everyone else just sweatdrops at the redhead. Tendou puts away the baskets and turns towards the group once again. “All of Team A will be moving onto the next game since they lost! Team B is exempt from paying!”

You watch as the lanky man saunters over to the counter and Osamu hands him a tray with three small rice balls. You make eye contact with your boss and he just gives you a smirk.

Tendou proceeds to explain the next game. “For the next round, there is one rice ball filled with delicious seasoned meat while the other two are filled with wasabi! The three participants must pick one of the rice balls to eat. Whoever chooses the tasty rice ball will be exempt from paying and the other two people will move on to the final game! (Name)-chan will pick a random name from this conveniently premade bag of names to see who will choose a rice ball first! Everyone will eat the rice balls at the same time though for fun!”

Yamagata gestures you to put your hand inside of a small black bag filled with what you assumed were the three names from the losing team written down on pieces of paper. You reach in and grab one of the papers and take it out of the bag before reading out the name. “Ohira Reon.”

Ohira makes his way over to where the tray was and picks up the rice ball in the middle without hesitation. He seemed pretty confident in his decision, but you didn’t really get the chance to question it as Tendou grabs your attention once again. “Please pick the next name!”

You turn back to Yamagata and reach out to grab another name out of the bag. Your hand stops right as your fingers graze the hem. You blink once and realize that the bag looked a bit different from before; it now seemed to be a more navy blue color. Wasn’t the bag black before?

Noticing your reluctance, Yamagata shoves the rest of your hand into the bag and gives you a suspicious yet pleading look. You inwardly sigh and proceed to pick out a name. “Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

The tall volleyball player chooses the rice ball to the far left leaving Goshiki to take the last one left without a choice. Tendou placed the tray down with a satisfied smile. “Now that everyone has a rice ball, it’s time to eat!”

Ushijima, Goshiki, and Ohira all consumed their rice balls in one bite. There were only chewing noises as everyone waited for any reactions. All of a sudden, Goshiki doubled over and threw a hand over his mouth.

You panicked. “Woah! I wasn’t joking about the vomit! You better not throw up on this floor!”

Terrified by your warning, Goshiki immediately ran towards the nearest trash can and practically stuck half of his head into it. Although he was able to control himself enough to avoid regurgitating everything in his stomach, he desperately spit out the entire rice ball with wasabi and tried his best to get rid of as much residue as he could.

You turned your attention back to the other two people who had eaten a rice ball, curious to see the other victim. Ohira wiped his hands on his pants with a content smile as he continued to savor his delicious snack. Ushijima, on the other hand, stood in his usual stoic stance.

“That was quite spicy.”

It truly is a wonder how someone could remain so composed in situations like this.

“The losers are Wakatoshi-kun and Tsutomu! Get ready for the last game to see who will pay for all of the food!” Tendou exclaims excitedly, completely ignoring the younger boy that’s now leaning over the counter in despair. “The final round is called ‘Find the Volleyball’! The two players will both be blindfolded and they will need to search for the volleyball that we will hide in this room. Whoever finds the volleyball first wins the game and the ultimate loser will be the one to pay for everything!”

Tendou takes out two sports towels and a volleyball from Ushijima’s duffel bag. He passes the towels to Ushijima and Goshiki so that they could begin blindfolding themselves. The others are just lounging around and waiting for the next game to begin. You notice that Ushijima is having some trouble keeping the towel over his eyes as he tries to tie it behind his head. Without thinking too much, you walk over to where he’s standing. “Ushijima-san, do you want some help?”

“Ah, yes. I’m having some trouble keeping this in place. Do you mind holding the towel over my eyes?”

“Yeah, sure!” For a moment, you take in his tall stature and smile sheepishly. “But, you might have to bend down a bit for me. You’re quite tall.”

Ushijima complies to your request and slightly bends his back as he places the towel over his eyes once again. You bring up your hands to his face and your fingers gently brush against his as you replace his hands with your own over the towel. The blindfold starts to fall a bit so your hold on the male’s face reflexively tightens a bit, your hands practically cupping Ushijima’s face. You start to lean forward to get a good look at the blindfold to make sure there are no gaps, not realizing how close you truly were to the volleyball player.

On the other side of the room, Goshiki’s eyes widen at the suggestive position you and Ushijima are standing in. He was just about to wear his own blindfold, but was struck by a great idea. “(Surname)-san, can you-”

“Tsutomu! You look like you need some help!” Tendou swiped the towel from Goshiki’s hands and immediately covered his eyes forcefully. “I can help you!”

Goshiki gasped in discomfort. “Ah! Tendou-san, you almost poked my eyes!”

Ushijima was finally able to successfully tie the towel around his head and you took this as your cue to pull away. He straightened his back and nodded his head in your direction. “Thank you, (Surname)-san.”

“No problem,” you reply with a grin.

Since both males were properly blindfolded, the game was ready to commence. However, instead of hiding the volleyball, Semi held onto it. You were a bit confused since you remember that the rule was to find the hidden volleyball, but at this point, you don’t even want to question these guys anymore. Tendou stood off to the side and projected his voice loud and clear, “The game starts…Now!”

Semi immediately passed the ball to Ohira and some of the guys who weren’t participating began to pass the ball amongst each other silently. Ushijima and Goshiki both reach out their arms in front of them cautiously to protect themselves from running into things. Although, their efforts were in vain as Goshiki stubs his foot on one of the chairs with a yelp and crouches to the ground in distress. Ushijima manages to knock over a bottle of soy sauce from the counter, but he doesn’t seem to realize what happened as he turns around and continues his search. Fortunately, the bottle didn’t shatter, but there is now a puddle of soy sauce coating the floor. You sigh as you grab a handful of napkins and make your way towards the mess. 

Goshiki seems to have changed strategies and is now crawling along the floor with one arm in front of him. He bumps into another chair and lifts his arm higher to steady himself. Suddenly, his hand came in contact with a round object that felt firm like a volleyball. “Yes! I found it!”

At his exclamation, everyone in the room shot their gaze to where Goshiki was and paled. Ushijima raised the towel obscuring his vision to see what was going on. Even Shirabu’s jaw dropped substantially. At this moment, Yamagata was in possession of the volleyball that was definitely not anywhere near the younger boy. 

In broad daylight, Goshiki’s right hand was placed on your butt. You felt every one of your nerves kicking into overdrive as soon as your body overcame the initial shock. Spinning around abruptly, you deliver somewhat of a roundhouse kick to the poor, blindfolded boy’s body and he ends up tumbling backwards dramatically. His pained groans snap you out of your exasperation and immediately kneel down to check on him. “Oh, sh-! Are you okay, Goshiki-san?”

With your help, Goshiki is able to take off his blindfold and sit upright. “W-what happened? Where’s the volleyball? Did I beat Ushijima-san?!”

“N-not exactly…” You play with strands of your hair unconsciously out of embarrassment. “Sorry about kicking you so hard.”

“But, I thought I felt the ball just now? Why does Yamagata-san have it? What else could I have been touching? And, why did you kick me? Unless…” Goshiki’s expression suddenly shifts from confusion to absolute horror as he starts to connect all the dots. He begins to shriek at the realization and he almost slams his head onto the floor in order to bow in apology. “I’M SO SORRY, (SURNAME)-SAN! IT WAS A COMPLETE ACCIDENT!”

You try to reassure Goshiki that you’re not angry at him. “I-it’s okay. I know it wasn’t on purpose!”

“Nice kick, (Surname)-san.”

“10/10.”

“Would pay to see that again.”

As voices fill the air, that’s when you realize that you were still in a room full of other people and your cheeks flush pink once again. The rest of the guys were observing the whole interaction between the two of you in amusement. 

Tendou gave you an apologetic smile but still seemed satisfied with how this ‘competition’ went. He cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Alright! Congratulations to Tsutomu for winning the game!”

“Huh? I thought neither of them found the volleyball in the end,” Semi commented.

“Well, Wakatoshi-kun took off his blindfold first before anyone found the volleyball, so he automatically forfeited.” Tendou faced his best friend. “It’s for the best. You make the most money out of all of us, Wakatoshi-kun!”

Ushijima nodded his head in acceptance and proceeded to take out his wallet. “I cannot deny that.”

“WAIT A MINUTE!” Suddenly, Goshiki jumped up from his position and pointed at his peers. “WERE YOU TRYING TO MAKE USHIJIMA-SAN PAY THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

“Yup.” Four males voices all answered at once.

“THEN, WHY DID WE PLAY THE GAMES?!”

“‘Cause it’s fun.”

The four males continue to tease their youngest friend and you sigh for the umpteenth time today. Ushijima walks over to stand next to you and hands you the total payment for the food. “I believe this is enough to cover everyone.”

You spend a couple seconds counting the money before looking back up to the broad shouldered man beside you. “Yup, looks right to me. Thanks.”

Before you could make your way to the register, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Turning your head, you see Ushijima’s hand inches away from where you felt the sensation and you’re surprised by what he says next. “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?” You blink in confusion.

“You looked very uncomfortable before.”

It doesn’t take you long to realize that he’s talking about what had conspired during the last game. “Oh, yeah. I’m okay. Thank you for asking, Ushijima-san. You don’t have to worry about it too much. I wouldn’t mind if you or your other friends came by again after today either. I had a good time overall.”

“Ah. Then, I will take your word for it.” Ushijima gives you a small smile and then turns to walk back to his group of friends. The volleyball player doesn’t seem like the type of person to show much concern for other people due to his naturally stoic and aloof demeanor, but you were pleasantly surprised by his caring nature.

“Order’s ready, guys!” Osamu places multiple bags of food onto the counter. “I don’t mean to mess with your outing, but we are about to close, so you won’t be able to stay for too long.”

“No worries. I think we’ve extended our stay here long enough.” Shirabu assured your boss after being quiet for quite some time. “We’ll probably head over to Goshiki’s apartment anyways.”

“What?!”

Everyone ignored the boy’s outburst and started to grab all their food. As the Shiratorizawa alumni started walking out of the door the night air was filled with shouts of byes and thank yous. Shirabu turned to you one last time before following his friends. “We should keep in contact, (Surname)-san. You still have my number, right? I can also let you know if I hear about any other programs for graduate schools during my internships.”

“I do! I really appreciate it. I’ll see you again sometime, Shirabu-san!” You give him a final wave and he leaves through the exit lifting up a hand behind his shoulder in acknowledgement.

Today was definitely not what you expected from what started out as a slow, normal week.

“Still tired?” Your boss questioned you once again.

You smile as you remember him asking the same question a few hours back. “Exhausted, but strangely refreshed. Is that weird?”

“Definitely a contradiction.” He laughed at your answer. “You got yourself roped into an interesting group of people today. Didn’t know you had a sweet tooth though.”

A mild blush spread across your face as you start to stutter. “I-I normally don’t, but…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Your boss gives you a thoughtful look and subtly smirks at your reaction. 

Recovering from your flushed appearance, you gesture a hand towards a certain box on top of the counter. “Did you want to try one of the chocolates? You’ll understand once you get a taste of it.”

“Why not?”

After quickly washing your hands in the sink, you slide over the box Tendou had given you and open it on the counter space next to Osamu. Your fingers snatch up a star-shaped chocolate and casually bring it up to his mouth. The taller male doesn’t think much of your actions and allows you to feed him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After everything that happened today, your mind can only briefly sense that your fingers made contact with your boss’ lips. Although, your heart does linger on the fact that Osamu’s lips are much softer than what you expected.

Once the chocolate is fully consumed, Osamu lets out a satisfied hum. “Those Shiratorizawa folks sure know what they’re doing despite the craziness that follows them. Actually, there’s something else I want to ask you. You said you went to the same university as Shirabu-san, right?”

“Yup!”

“When did you graduate?”

You look up to the ceiling as you think. “Um...Maybe around a week ago?”

There’s a slight pause as Osamu takes in what you had just told him. “What?! I had no idea! Did you celebrate with your friends too?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I never really had a lot of friends since I was working so much in college and the ones that I’m close with are all overseas already.”

Osamu nodded his head in understanding. “Well, I got nothing against spending some relaxing alone time, but did you at least treat yourself with a cake or something?”

“I’m not really used to buying things for myself. It’s fine, though. I’m pretty used to pushing aside stuff like this.” You shrug your shoulders to emphasize your carefree attitude. Although, your eyes held a hint of sadness that Osamu would’ve missed if he didn’t have his full attention on you. “Plus, I didn’t even get accepted into grad school, so there’s not much to celebrate there.”

“How come it never came up in any of our conversations?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t think anyone else cared.”

“...” Osamu stays silent and a slight somber atmosphere permeates the air. He contemplates about something for a moment before suddenly snapping his fingers. You look at him curiously and he just gives you his signature grin without telling you what he just thought of. Instead, he places a hand on your head and begins to pat it gently. “I don’t know how much it means coming from me, but you did well. I’m sure you’ve worked hard, (Name)-san.”

You felt a slight sting in your eyes and lowered your head so that your boss couldn’t see how much of an effect he had on you. “Thanks, Osamu-san.”

A/N: make way for ushiwaka everyone. and yes, osamu loves to just sit back and watch all the chaos unfold

taglist: @dinablossom​

#onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #shiratorizawa #ushijima #tendou #semi #shirabu #goshiki #ohira #yamagata

[pippytmi]

cuz im mean... obviously "person a and person b show up at a halloween party unintentionally dressed as each other’s character’s love interests"

Siobhan stood her up.

Kara knew it was coming—Siobhan hadn’t been too invested in Nia’s Halloween party to begin with, and with their breakup pretty fresh, Kara hadn’t had high hopes she would still attend.

But still. They’d planned matching costumes a month ago, and instead of being half of an iconic pair Kara is a lonely John Travolta in a leather jacket; she’s been sitting alone for the majority of the night, still nursing the soda Alex had brought her an hour ago.

“Kara!” Nia emerges from somewhere in the crowd, red-cheeked like she has been dancing. “There you are. Brainy’s been boring your date—I think you should intervene.”

“What?” Kara isn’t sure she heard that right. Does that mean that Siobhan showed?

“Come on,” Nia says, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. “If we don’t stop him now he’ll put her to sleep.”

Kara obediently lets Nia drag her between the crowd; however, when they reach Brainy, Siobhan is nowhere to be found. Someone else is on the receiving end of Brainy’s conversation—someone who is dressed as Sandy from Grease.

“Nia,” Kara says, stopping her by gripping her elbow. “That’s not Siobhan.”

“Wait, Siobhan is your date tonight?” Nia says. “Then how come you and—” She pauses. “I don’t actually know who that is, but since you two wore a couples’ costume I assumed she was your new girlfriend.”

“Well, she’s not,” Kara says glumly. “I bet she has a date who showed.”

“Come on, Kara. You couldn’t have seriously wanted Siobhan to come,” Nia says. “She broke your heart!”

“She didn’t break my heart.”

Nia shakes her head in a way that says I don’t believe you but is too polite to say so out loud. “Let’s go save this poor girl anyway,” she decides. “Then we can talk about how deeply in denial you are.”

“I am not—”

“Brainy!” Nia shouts, still dragging Kara along by her wrist. “Do you want to dance?”

Brainy stops mid-animated gesture to eye them both. “Dance?” he echoes. “Here?”

“Yes. I’m going to show you how to dougie,” Nia declares.

“To what?” Brainy is taken by the hand before he can pose another question—he casts a helpless glance at Kara, but all she can do is shrug.

And, as distracted as Kara is watching them disappear into the packed crowd, she nearly jumps when a sudden voice to her right says, “Let me guess…Danny Zuko.”

Kara whirls around to find Brainy’s friend watching her. It takes a moment to place her, but then it clicks—Lena Luthor, one of Sam’s friends. “Yeah,” Kara says, sheepishly tugging on her collar. “And you’re…Sandy?”

“You’d think we’d planned it.” Lena leans off the counter, distractedly brushing at the blonde bangs on her forehead. Kara thinks it’s the funniest form of irony ever; Lena, a brunette, wearing a blonde wig while Kara—a blonde—wears a brunette one. “So…where’s your Sandy?”

“She didn’t show,” Kara says, shrugging.

Lena nods, bites her lip in an apologetic manner. “My Danny didn’t come either,” she says. “What a coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely,” Kara agrees, shifting against one of the stools in the kitchen to face Lena—she has no idea why she doesn’t excuse herself now, only knows she wants to stay. “How do you know Nia?”

“I don’t, actually. But my friend knows her. She just invited a few of us along,” Lena says.

“Right, you’re Sam’s friend,” Kara says. Then pauses. “That—that isn’t as stalker-y as it sounds. I know her and she’s…showed me pictures. Lena, right?”

“Yes,” says Lena, smiling in a way that’s hesitantly surprised. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, duh,” Kara laughs. “I’m actually Sam’s lab partner. Kara.”

“You’re the infamous Kara Danvers?” Lena raises an eyebrow. “Sam swears you’re the clumsiest lab partner she’s ever had.”

Kara winces. “I am?”

“But she doesn’t mind,” Lena assures her. “She has a big crush on your sister.” Now it is her turn to pause. “If she asks, I never told you that.”

“No way. Alex likes Sam too!” Kara exclaims, and Lena’s smile morphs into a small, pleased quirk of lips.

“Now that is a coincidence if I’ve ever heard one,” Lena says. “Speaking of…not to sound rude, but—I could’ve sworn Sam told me you were a blonde.”

“In that case, I feel like I should let you know I’ve seen your picture—I know you’re not a blonde,” Kara counters, and that makes Lena smile a little wider.

“You got me,” she says. “My friend Jack insisted I wear a wig. He said it would be more authentic, but then he had the audacity to get sick and not show up tonight, so…”

“Well…” Kara trails off. “I’ll be your Danny Zuko tonight, if anyone asks.”

Lena meets her gaze head-on, peering up at Kara through mascara-heavy lashes. “I’d like that,” she says.

Kara tries hard to keep from outright beaming. “Really?”

“Of course. It’s certainly better than pretending my date is just getting drinks, and that he’ll be back any second,” Lena says. “That’s what I’ve been telling people all night.”

“So if I get you a drink,” Kara says, feeling bold for all of three seconds, “would that make me your date?”

Lena leans her cheek against her palm, considering. “Maybe,” she says. “Depends on how well you dance.”

“Not to brag, but I am a pro at the macarena,” Kara offers, and Lena laughs—genuinely laughs, the kind that makes her throw her head back a bit—before she holds out her hand.

“Then let’s dance,” Lena says. “And we’ll see about that drink.”

(This time Kara has no complaints about being dragged along for the ride.)

#i assume u wanted supercorp bc...well..what ELSE am i right ;) #LOVE U #supercorp #supergirl #mae #i need a fic tag #halloween prompt fill #i kept going back and forth over the couples costume but w/ever this semi works!!

[alittlebitgoofy]

Y with aristuque ily

Mina I hope you enjoy what you created because I forgot how amazing my babies are and I'm really happy with how this cane out tbh so enjoy.

Y - tears

The loud music, blaring from her headphones at a normally painful volume did little to silence her running thoughts. Anxiety bubbled up and threatened to spill over at any moment. Thinking too hard about things was overwhelming. She just wanted to retreat into her room, hiding with the loud music. 

 

She felt the need to tell someone, to stop bottling it all up and just let go. But that wasn't a good idea. She felt paralysed at the thought of speaking her mind. Would she be judged? Would her friends leave? The uncertainty of it twisted into a sharp knife in her chest. Unrelenting and turning with every dwelling thought. 

A sudden bang made the girl jolt. Nervously taking off her headphones, a loud knock on the door echoed through the empty house. Then a voice came with it. 

"Ariel! Are you in there?" 

Ariel flinched at the idea of seeing someone right now. She vaguely remembered making plans with Plastique, but why was she at her house? She glanced at her phone and realised they'd agreed to meet an half an hour ago. Guilt rose up in her, mixing with the anxiety and creating an overwhelming dread. 

She slowly got up, trying to not make her friend worry for too long. Glancing at her reflection, Ariel tried to make herself look presentable. Her hair was a pink mess, she quickly smoothed it out and straightened her fringe. The irony of not quite being able to make her hair straight made Ariel let out a bitter laugh. Nothing about her was straight, no matter how hard she tried. 

Her hands shook as she answered the door. Plastique looked at her and her expression went from worry to relief instantaneously.

She took a long look at the girl in front of her. Ariel's eyes were red, her makeup had clearly been fixed but her mascara could be seen having faintly run down her cheeks. Plastique felt her chest tighten at seeing the girl in such a state.

"Ariel, what's wrong, honey?" 

Maybe it was the genuine concern in her voice, or her worried expression that held the most comforting warm eyes. But Ariel couldn't lie or hold anything back with Plastique. She lightly tugged on her arm to bring the taller girl inside, leading them back into her room and sitting on the bed before she broke down into more tears.

Instantly, Plastique gathered the small girl in her arms, letting Ariel burrow her head into her shoulder to muffle the sobs.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got you. Just let it out." Plastique whispered softly to the girl in her arms. Ariel's cries seemed to slow, getting quieter as she held her close, stroking her hair and repeating comforting words. 

After some time, Ariel meekly lifted her head from the shoulder. She kept her eyes low, scared that making eye contact would lead her to start crying again. 

"Ari, do you wanna tell me what's bothering you?"

The use of the nickname and the soft, comforting tone from plastique almost broke Ariel again. She took a deep breath before trying to explain herself. 

"Well…" her voice trailed off, barely audible "I...I think that…" 

Glancing up, she held eye contact with Plastique before speaking clearer. 

"I think im a lesbian. And I don't know what to do and I'm scared people are gonna judge me and-" 

Plastique cut her off, pulling her friend into another tight hug and not letting go. 

"Okay, listen to me. I'm proud of you for telling me, and I'm not going to view you any differently for who you love. It might make you feel a little better if I said I was gay too though. Guess we're both confused lesbians." 

Ariel let out a soft giggle at the joke, before a smile began to grow on her face. 

"Yeah. That does make me feel better. Um, thanks for that, it means a lot." 

Hearing the soft, exhausted tone in Ariel's voice, Plastique knew she was still a way off from fully cheering up. She held the most serious expression she could before Ariel gave her a confused look. She proceeded to pull exaggerated facial expressions, making the girl laugh a little harder with each one. 

In a fit of giggles, Ariel felt her heart flutter with all her friend's help. She felt the pain in her chest lighten into a warm, fuzzy feeling. She could only smile at her friend and wish they would have more moments to be this close.

#ariel versace #Plastique tiara #aristique #requests #rpdr fanfiction

[cityofimagines]

Heat of the Moment - Thomas (TMR) x Reader

Request: Can you do a Thomas tmr smut where the reader gets taken and after their reunited Thomas makes his feeling known because he’s scared to loose her again?!

A/N: sorry for the wait on this one!! i kinda tested out a new writing style with this being in thomas’s pov & ive been trying to write it for days & days but i think i finally got it 🤪 hope you like it :)

Warnings: fluffy smut if that makes sense...writing this made me emo & im not even a thomas girl hahaha

Thomas’s P.O.V

It feels like the past few hours have sped by in about 30 seconds. 

We escaped the maze. We did it. Somehow. Minho, Newt, Frypan, Teresa, (y/n), Winston and I made it out alive. A few others weren’t so lucky, but I’ve decided to push those vivid memories to the back of my mind for now. 

Then suddenly we were in a helicopter. I had Chuck’s blood all over me, tears filling my eyes, and absolutely no sense of clarity in my brain. Until I looked at her. 

(y/n) was- is my right hand girl. My partner. Her and I were both runners back in the Glade, and then we escaped together. She made it as far as anyone else, to this crazy building we were currently being held in with a bunch of other kids our age that had almost the same experiences as us. 

When we got into this building, they separated us into different sections of one big room to get “checked out,” whatever that means. They took me behind a curtain and sat me in a chair. They did the same with Newt, Minho, Fry, Teresa and Winston. But (y/n) was different. They took her into a completely separate room. 

I remember yelling out her name and I remember her quickly whipping her head back to me. She opened her mouth to say something but the guards that were holding her shouted at her to “hurry up” and pulled her in the opposite direction. I remember seeing the fear in her eyes and hating myself for being strapped into a chair and not being able to do anything.

Eventually they let us go, which leads us to where we are now. We’re all currently in a small, stuffy room sitting on bunkbeds, staring at the ceiling. My mind was absolutely racing at the thought of what they could be doing to (y/n). I can’t lose her. I can’t.

That girl is everything to me. She doesn’t know it, but she is. She kept me sane in that maze every day. She is the only one who knows how to constantly put a smile on my face when I feel like shit. Not having her with me right now is killing me. 

“She’s gonna be fine Tommy. Don’t worry.” Newt said quietly from the bed above me. I never actually told anyone how I feel about her, but deep down they all know.

“Thanks Newt.”

I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my racing heart and racing mind constantly reminding me of my missing piece. I cannot believe I let her go so easily. I should’ve stepped in her place. How could I let this happen? The one person I know I genuinely love and I let her go. 

What felt like hours passed, and nothing. 

“How long have we been in here?” I asked.

“Dunno, about 45 minutes?” Minho said. I dropped my head dramatically into my hands. 

“Fuck.” I whispered. 

“Hey man...she’ll be okay. I’m pretty sure I heard her say they’re gonna bring her back.” Minho explained. I had no idea if he was being serious or not, but even if he wasn’t I still had hope that she would be reunited with us soon.

“I still can’t believe we’re out. Like we’re out of the maze and we’re he-” Fry started but was soon cut off by the loud creaking of our metal door opening. All of a sudden I heard a loud “thud” followed by some shouting. 

“Here’s your friend. Now all of you, out to dinner. NOW!” They yelled and slammed the door behind them. 

“(Y/N)?!” I yelled, more to myself than anyone else. I stared at her body on the floor for a split second before I came to my senses. I immediately ran over and picked her up. 

“Thomas.” She said and practically fell into my arms. 

“Oh my God thank goodness you’re okay.” Teresa exclaimed and wrapped her arms around her best friend from the other side. 

“We’re so glad you’re alright.” Newt said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She was still mainly in my embrace while everyone else came over to console her. 

A few minutes later, there was another bang on our door. “EVERYBODY IN THE COMMON ROOM, NOW!” 

(y/n) let go of me and looked around. “I’m okay. You guys go.” 

“No.” I began. “You guys go ahead. I’ll stay here with (y/n). I don’t need anymore of us getting in trouble.” I said. 

“You sure?” Newt asked. 

“Positive. Really, go ahead.” I persisted. 

“Okay.” Newt shrugged. “I trust you. Come get us if you need anything.” And with that, they all walked out the door, leaving (y/n) and I alone. 

“Thomas?” She said in barely a whisper. 

“What is it babe?” I said using the nickname for her that accidentally slipped out one day during one of our runs through the maze. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, but never said anything to me directly about it. I just kept up with calling her that and it stuck. 

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.”

I wrapped my arms around her tightly and put my head in the crook of her neck. Her breathing started slowing over time. I rubbed my hands up and down her back softly. I wish I knew what was on her mind right now.

A few minutes later she pulled away. She looked into my eyes for a split second and the next thing I knew, she was doing the thing that I had been too much of a wuss to do for 7 months. 

Her lips were locked on mine. Hair was tangled, desperate hands were running up and down each other’s bodies, and hot breath tickled my neck. This was everything I wanted for as long as I could remember. 

“Let me make you feel good baby.” I pleaded. She nodded. 

Soon enough lips were back on lips. I made the first move and began to kiss her neck. She moaned softly which made my knees weak. Her hands trailed to the hem of my blue t shirt, and soon enough I felt cold, soft fingers tracing my burning skin. 

“Thomas...” She said. I led her to one of the beds behind us. I sat down and she straddled me. We kissed for a few more seconds before I quickly took my shirt off. I saw her eyes scan my newly exposed body which only made me want to do the same with her. 

“Can I take this off?” I asked softly, tugging on the hem of her shirt. 

“Please.” I gently helped her out of the long sleeve she was in, and threw it somewhere unknown on the floor. I kissed her shoulders and collarbones as her hands ran up and down my back. 

“Look at you...my gorgeous girl.” I breathed. She responded by kissing me, hard. I took that to mean she was ready for the next step. 

Pants came off, and bodies were exposed. Silliness invaded our intimate time when she accidentally hit her head on the bottom of the top bunk when we went to lay down. 

“You okay babe?” I asked smiling. 

“Never better.” She replied. 

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes. Please. I want all of you.” She whispered. 

“(y/n)?” I said. 

“Yeah?” 

I paused, unsure if the timing was right. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that this was the perfect time to tell her. We had just been through hell and back together and now we’re in this perfect, emotional moment. This is it. No going back now. 

“I love you.” I said without giving it a second thought. Once I said it, I knew it was right. I’ve loved her for a long time, and this moment with her right now has absolutely confirmed that for me. 

She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. “I love you too Thomas.” 

I felt my heart physically skip a beat at her words. All I could do was lean down and kiss her again. “Are you ready?” I whispered against her lips. 

“Yes.” She said. 

I slowly pushed into her, giving her time to adjust to the feeling. My mouth dropped open at the feeling of her warmth around me. I noticed her face scrunch up slightly and I grabbed her hand. I pressed soft, gentle kisses to her knuckles. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah...just give me a second.” She said. After a few moments, “You can move now. I’m okay.” 

I kissed her nose before pushing the rest of the way in. I started slowly thrusting inside of her. The kisses got more passionate as time went on, moans became more frequent, and skin glistened from the heat of the moment. She looked perfect. 

“Fuck Thomas...I’m- I’m getting c-close.” She said. Her hand grabbed onto my shoulder as she bounced underneath me. 

“Me too baby girl. You can let go. I’ve got you.” I said. 

With that, she hit her release, with me not too long after. I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed. 

“That was amazing.” She said. 

“Yes it was.” I nodded. 

“Thank you.” She said softly. I turned to look at her. 

“I love you.” 

#tmr #thomas tmr #thomas tmr imagine #thomas tmr smut #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien smut #the scorch trials #thomas tmr headcanon #thomas tmr thirst #tmr smut #the maze runner #the death cure #tdc #tdc smut #the death cure smut #the scorch trials smut #tmr thomas

[zerot0all]

Little Secrets .4. | M

.BANG CHAN.

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“Stray Kids everywhere all around the world ... YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY!” Chris proudly spoke into the mic after the guys won another award.

Those were the last words you remembered from watching the award ceremony on tv earlier before you fell asleep. Wednesday’s always seem to be the busiest , especially when everyone is running around for award season. You were stuck in the office so late that you almost missed their performance, but after rushing through traffic you had caught a glimpse of Woojin hitting a note in the last verse. Beautiful !

It was past midnight when you finally settled into a comfortable sleep, when a knock sounded on your front door. You were groggy and confused as you made your way to see who it was. To your surprise , Chris stood at the other side of the door.

“Can I come in or?” He spoke softly with a side grin illuminating his tiresome features. You motioned him into your place , sort of shocked he showed up unannounced. That wasn’t like him, well, to be honest, he was never one to come over ... ever!

He swung the duffle bag that he had hanging off his shoulder onto the couch, quickly going to his hoodie. Like as if you were transported back in time to that first night , his hand reached to the back of his hoodie over his head as he carefully goes to pull off the piece of clothing. Once again, coming with nothing under as he turns swiftly back to you. Broad shoulders , thick veins casting shadows on his rigged valleys of muscle. The dryness in your throat wasn’t new, it was a normal effect he had on you. You seem to forget what kind of man Chris was , until he began to strip before you.

“C-Chris,” your lips moved slowly to speak, while your eyes took him in. Admiring the way his fair skin looked in your dark living room, the lights from the city nights bleeding in from your window seemed to make him seem almost vampire like. His light blue contacts and his makeup still intact, like as if he left straight after the show to come to you. He took one step towards your frozen state, then another until he was just a breath away from you. Your long T-shirt that you usually slept with , suddenly felt like a second skin. Chris always had that effect on you , making it seemed like he could see right through you. Through your clothing , and your ridiculous act of pushing him away at every chance.

“I’ve been so fucking busy these last few days , I haven’t had time to enjoy you.” His voice is low as he leans downward lazily, his nose coming into contact with yours. In the moment , you closed your eyes to take in his scent and let his body heat take over every cell in your body.

“I’ve missed you y/n... and all I could think about was being deep inside you.” His tone spoke to your heart, a needing passion behind it , while his words spoke to your wet pussy.

You hummed a quick reply, nodding just as he finally dipped to catch your lips into his mouth.

Chris was wild, it was as if you could taste the adrenaline that was coursing through his body. His hands had gone around your waist, bringing you into his body. His length growing just at your belly, making you shudder with anticipation. As the kiss deepened , his hands crawled lower. Gripping a handful of your ass making you moan into his mouth, you loved the way he would play with you. Massaging your skin so tenderly and yet, rough at the same time it made you see stars.

“Hands up,” he mumbled into your lips, your hands that were on his chest admiring the way he felt under your fingertips, went up immediately. Chris went to the hem of your shirt and pulled up, taking it clean off of you. Leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Chris watched you. Your chest rising with deep breaths the more his eyes went to take in your frame.

“Im going to fuck you raw tonight,” He groaned as he bent down and threw you over his shoulders , landing a heavy hand to your ass cheeks. You squealed but his words struck you.

“Chris, what the hell?” You tried to argue , you were able to hear a small giggle leave his mouth just as he dropped you back into your bed.

“You’re on the pill... don’t worry, I’ll pull out.” He grinned as he went for your panties , pulling them off of you. With an annoyed huff , you rolled your eyes. The fact that he knew that about you , was surprising.

“You’re such a man...I’ve heard that before.” You murmur just as Chris pauses , his face scrunched up just before he reached your core.

“Before? You let someone else go in raw ... who? When? Does he work at JYPE?” His interrogations made you laugh, throwing your legs over his shoulders for support as he tried to come back up.

“Not that that’s any of your business, but no. That’s just such a masochist thing to say... not really thinking about us or the consequences.. oh shit, Chris!” You shrieked as his tongue went to lap you up. His mouth going to work on sucking your folds, your clit. Licking everything he could get his tongue on , making you throw your head back in ecstasy. A brave way to get you to shut up.., but you weren’t wrong.

He didn’t last long eating you out , he groaned in pain as his cock was engorged. The tip a blush pink needing to finally be inside your leaking cunt. He grunted some more as he stroked himself at your opening , in one quick thrust he was filling you up. Bottoming out in a loud groan, Chris found your mouth and began kissing you. He remained inside you, without moving out of spite. Enjoying the way your walls hugged him and squeezed him so perfectly. And those sudden sighs you would do every time his cock would twitch within you was making him even more harder. Something in the way you reacted to him , made Chris take his time with you. Wanting to own all your noises , all your sex faces that you would do , would be engraved into his mind. The way your mouth needed to hang open as sudden gasps and moans would escape , or the way your eyes would flutter closed the deeper he went. Chris continued to fuck you relentlessly, making your eyes shoot open to watch him.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl,” His words were heated , laced with so much emotion you couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure. Calling out his name the harder he fucked you, every thrust was to the hilt. Not once missing out to fill you up with his thick length. Your hands found his back, your nails piercing his skin in a pleasurable pain. You could hear it in his sudden grunts , in the way he would praise you.

“Always so fucking tight,” he spoke into your lips, his hips picking up the pace sending your back to arch sharply.

“Always so ready for me,” he went on, his voice becoming strained the longer his strokes became.

“Always there for me, fuck... almost there baby girl.” He groaned deeply, his breathing coming out in heavy pants. Meanwhile, your moaning had turned to quick breaths and sighs as you continued to enjoy the way he felt stretching you so deliciously.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, his hips stilled only a little.

“M-My mouth,” You said as cocky as ever, making Chris lift a brow, surprised in your reply but a sudden evil grin gave you the answer. He fucking loved that !

Chris continued to ram into you, making you scream his name as you found your sweet release. He followed soon, pulling out quickly. You swiftly went to his length, taking him into your mouth.. one pump, two pumps and he was emptying himself down your throat. His veins on his pelvic area protruding the more his cum shot out.

“Such a good girl...look at you,” Chris worshipped the way you swallowed him whole, he sighed the moment you licked his tip one last time before resting back into bed.

The quiet was pleasant , as Chris made it under your blankets, placing you on his chest to rest. The position was new, but it felt somewhat normal. One arm was wrapped around you, holding your close to him , while his other arm was thrown behind his head. A satisfied smile took over his weary face.

“So are you going to tell me what brought you to my place? Or, did you really miss me?” You lightly joked as your lips traced his pecs, a shimmer of goosebumps began to appear as he took a deep breath. Glancing down at you mischievously , he cocked his brow.

“It’s nothing ...” he tried to avoid the conversation, again.

“Chris, seriously, what’s wrong?” You repeat , in hopes that he would speak to you.

“Aish, nothing ... it’s nothing.” He says lowly as he begins to get comfy between your sheets. His large hand also started drawing small circles on your bare back. You inhaled deeply, in admiration with how his fingers could turn your body into pure need.

“You know , before you started hitting on me... hard.. we used to be friends.” You reminded him, the good times when the guys introduced you to their group. Befriended you and trusted you , the same way you trust them. Chris huffed out a quick laugh, a genuine smile taking over his even more tiresome face.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there. I just ... I just don’t see the need to pillow talk with a friend I was balls deep moments ago, ya know?” He joked back, that asshole. But you couldn’t help it, it made you laugh.

He made you smile ....

Fuck. He made you happy.

“Come on, you know you can trust me.” You whispered into his skin, your lips settling a soft kiss on his chest, his eyes growing once more dark and hooded with so much lust.

“Yeah, I know ,” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering closed with sleep.

“Are you ever going to tell me ?” You insisted , as you watched him find his dreams. It was a few seconds before he mumbled , “Maybe,” then knocked out. Leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.

Something was bothering Chris .. and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat protective of him.

These emotions were wrong ... & you knew it !

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[MS]

PART ONE WILL HAVE THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS LINKED.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #stray kids #stray kids kpop #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids smut #stray kids bang chan #stray kids bang chan fanfiction #stray kids bang chan fanfic #stray kids bang chan smut #stray kids au #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skzwriters #little secrets bang chan

[chelleaslin]

Ladrien June Day 17- Aspik

@ladrienjune

The battle was intense, yet another Akuma was after Adrian (Ladybug swore the boy cured as many Akumas as Chloe) If Ladybug wasn’t secretly Marinette, she may not have known what caused this poor girl’s heartbreak but sadly, she witnessed it first hand.

A girl in the grade below, Caitlyn, had asked Adrian out on a date, in front of everyone. The poor boy was at a lost for words, he clearly didn’t know this girl, let alone have feelings for her but he also didn’t want to hurt her. He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with the nicest rejection he could think of but unfortunately, Chloe bet him too it.

She was harsh with her words, not on,y telling the girl that Adrian didn’t even know her but that she was that much of a nobody that she’ll never meet the one and be alone forever. It was harsh to say the least. To add insult to injury, Adrian didn’t stop Chloe or defend the poor girl, Marinette had been furious with him. Caitlyn had run of crying, Marinette wanted to go after her but luckily she spotted a group of who she assumed were her friends, chasing after her instead.

She focused her energy on the pair of blonde teenagers instead.

She stormed up to Chloe first, sticking her finger in the girls face as she yelled.

“What the hell was that about?” Marinette would believe her ears when the girl just laughed, smirking down at her.

“The truth.” She replied, turning in her heel and skipping off, not giving Marinette a chance to even talking to her. She twitched in irritation until she remembered Adrien by her side. She spun to face him this time, a look of shock crossed his features at her sudden, aggressive movements.

“ and you!” He flinched. “Why did you do anything? Say something? You could have stopped her or denied what she was saying- “

A loud bang, interrupted her, she froze in sudden fear and worry, was that an Akuma? Loud scream could suddenly be heard around her as another bang went of even closer, defiantly an Akuma. Marinette’s blue eyes flickered back up to Adrien’s green once, looks like he came to the same conclusion as her, Caitlyn got akumatised...

That lead her to now, she had been transformed for around 15 minutes now and she hadn’t had the chance to even fight, sorrow, Caitlyn’s newly akumatised form. The Akuma was powerful and only wanted to spread misery and capture Adrien. So she had been running all around Paris, Carrying Adrien, hiding from her.

They had rested on a rooftop, Adrien pacing nervously while Ladybug tried to contact Chatnoir,who had been MIA this entire fight.

“Come on, Chat, where are you?” She bite her lip as she tried to call him again.

“Uh, Ladybug, w-what if Chat doesn’t come?” He awkwardly stuttered out. Ladybug whipped around to face him, a slightly glint of a challenge in her eye.

“Are you implying that he isn’t reliable?” She snapped, Why was she in such a bad mood? This was Adrien! Love of her life Adrien and here she was being a bitch to him. An image flashed into her mind of Caitlyns face, how heartbroken and crushed she was, in a flash it wasn’t Caitlyn anymore but her, Marinette stood before Adrien, tears in her eyes and Chloe belittled her, she silently begged Adrien to help her but he just turned away, not daring to speak up agaisnt Chloe, even at her own expense. Ladybug shook her head, getting rid of the image that was threading her blue eyes to water up.

“Look, Sorrow is strong, she’s after you and I don’t have any back up, Im stressed. “ it wasn’t an apology but it was hopefully enough to give Adrien some piece of mind about her ill tempter towards him.

It was silent between them for a few seconds as Ladybug tried to figure out a plan.

“Maybe, I could help somehow?” Adrien winced, he hated that he could transform and help his Lady out. Perhaps if he offered a really good place to hide, she’d leave him alone long enough to transform.

“No offence Adrien but-“ she paused as her eyes widen. “That’s a perfect idea!”

“Wait, what?” He was beyond confused, her tone was slightly aggressive yet, she complimented him? “I need you to hide for me.”

Adrien tried to hide a smirk, finally now he can transform and-

“I’m going to go and get you a Miraculous.” His face paled, that isn’t what he meant, he wanted to be Chatnoir, not someone else.

“Wait, Ladybug- I-I don’t think I’ll make a goo-“ ladybug cut him off my wrapping an arm around his waist and jumping off the building.

“Please. If Chatnoir can be trusted with a Miraculous, then I’m sure your fine” she laughed. She threw her yo-yo out and hooked it on a nearby structure, swinging them through the city.

Adrien held onto her tighter, a scrowl present on his features as he grumbling over her rude comment. He looked around his surroundings and notice they were almost at Master Fu’s neighbourhood. Surely she wouldn’t take him into Master Fu’s apartment, for all Ladybug knew, Adrian was just a civilian and revealing the secrets of the Miracle box to a civilian was irresponsible and risky.

His worry’s were soon addressed as she landed in a nearby alleyway, letting go off him and checking around the street attracted to it.

“Stay here, I’ll be back!” She whispered, her face all serious. Adrian felt himself smile, he really did love this women. He nodded back at her and crouched behind a dumpster, he listened for the familiar sound of her Yo-Yo disapearing a few street’s down (where he knew Master Fu lived.) he felt movement in his jacket pocket before Plagg flew up into his line of sight.

“This is going to be interesting.” The Kwami snicker, he looked genuine amused. Adrien sighed in relief, he was worried that Plagg would be upset with him for wielding another Miraculous.

“What do I do, Plagg?” He asked, his face presenting the true stress he was feeling over this.

“Just trust, Ladybug, kid.” Plagg smiled, “she knows what she’s doing.”

Adrien nodded firmly, Plagg was right, he needed more faith in his Ladybug. With or without the Black Cat Miraculous He was still Chatnoir and he was still going to be fighting by Ladybugs side.

After a few seconds they heard the familiar sound of Ladybugs yo-yo in the distance. Plagg quickly hide under the dumpster, Adrien sent him a questioning look.

“What do you think would happen to me if you used another Miraculous while I was in your pocket?” He deadpanned. Adrien hadn’t thought about that actually, he grimaced as he realised all his possessions dispersed when he was transformed.

“I’ll come back for you, sit tight.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” The tiny kitten curled up on the ground, ready for a nap.

Adrien sat up straight as he heard the sound of Ladybug land at the mouth of th alleyway. She took purposeful strides towards the dumpster, until she was standing directly above him.

“Adrien Agreste, Here is the miraculous of the snake, which grants the power of hypnosis.” Adrien grabbed the small jewellery box from her hands and opened it. A bright green like glowed from within the box, it slowly raised itself up into a sphere in front of Adrien’s face. The light dimmed, revealing a small Snake Kwami. “You will use it for the greater good. Once the jobs done, you will return the Miraculous to me, can I trust you?”

Adrien nodded to her in confirmation, a determined look across his features. He grabbed the bangle bracket from the box and slipped it onto his wrist, it first him perfectly just like the ring had. His stomach fluttered with excitement and a weird sense of déjà vu.

“I’m Sass, young master.” The Kwami greeted, bowing at Adrien. He was very different from Plagg, he was very polite for starters. Adrien felt a small twang in his heart as he thought about his poor Kwami hiding under dumpster. He shook the bad thoughts away, Plagg wasn’t upset with him.

“I’m Adrien, thank you for this honer.” He smiled politely. Sass preened at that, giving Ladybug an approving nod, as if to say he agreed with her choice.

“The words of transformation are, Sass,...” The Kwami trailed off as a look of disbelief showed on his features. Adrien furrowed his eyes brows in confusion, what was wrong? With cold blooded horror Adrien realised he was looking beside him, at the dumpster. Adrien, himself, turned his attention towards the dumpster, only to see Plagg giving the poor Kwami a death stare. Sass gulped as Plagg pretended to zip his mouth closed, before pretending to slit his throat. Adrien didn’t know if Kwami could sweat but he was sure that Sass was sweating bullets right now.

“Everything okay?” Ladybug asked, curiously.

“Yes, everything is fine.” Sass awkwardly announced far too loudly for it to be natural. “Anyway, Young Master Adrien. If you will?”

Adrien took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Sass, Slither on.” He called upon his transformation. He felt a tingly sensation envelop his whole body, it was odd, he expected the transformation to feel like his as Chatnoir but this sensation was..familiar but different.

A few seconds later and the sensation stopped. He opened his eyes to see Ladybug smirking at him.

“How does it feel?” She asked, Adrien furrowed his brow for a second, really thinking about how it felt.

“Different.” He replied. She probably meant what was it like to be a hero but she couldn’t have known that he was in fact one already,so he told her his truth instead. It felt different being a hero still but in a different skin. She nodded her head in unsterstanding before taking her yo-yo from her side, swinging it around.

“Ready to go snake?” She laughed, she sounded amused.

“Yes.” He nodded, determination taking over his features. He looked back at Plagg and mouth ‘I’ll be back’ before turning back to her. “But please, call me Aspik.”

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #ladybug #marinette dupin cheng #chatnoir #adrien agreste #kwami #Plagg #Sass #Aspik

[barryallcn]

A preview of my new short queliot fic about sub!Q enjoy

"Margo?do you think Quentin is a Dom?" Eliot said looking down into what ever concoction he was currently stirring up. "Oh baby,this bitch can see a sub from a mile away it's literally like my special ability" she stated with her regular Margo wits. "That boy can barely look you in the eye without moaning and panting.." Margo said. "Yeah i know that much I'm just tired of having my bdsm radar broken" Eliot said literally banging his head on the table clearly miserable. "Look,baby if you really want a sub that bad,tease him, get him jittery and cute,it's really not that hard at all" Margo said sipping her blue drink. "He's different Margo...he's not a random asshole or cock he's.... beautiful,and full of undying innocence" he said genuinely. "El.....you really do love him" her face become twisted in happiness and a bit of disgust. “Yes I do….don't make that face…” Eliot said sternly, remembering how Bambi acted around….mike until he heard light steps coming from the stairs. “Speak of the devil…” Margo said looking as if she owned the place by just sitting there. Quentin already had lowered his gaze in the strong presence of both Eliot and Margo. “Um...so me and Alice just came from the bar...so like um..she drunk a lot, and I didn't so I could take her back here” Quentin tried to talk over the yells and laughter of an drunk Alice Quinn as funny as it was too watch it was just as sad,in a funny way according to Margo “let's...um go somewhere less...Alice and more just us” Eliot said wide eyed and annoyed with Alice “Bambi can you be ever so kind to make her sit the fuck down” he said with a fake smile. “Sure thing el” Margo said with a wink. Eliot was far enough away from the madness that was Margo and he could tell Quentin was headed into and sensory overload soon because of Alice's drunk hyperness “hey we’re out of there Q no more screaming Alice ok…” he said ultimately comforting Quentin “oh.

Thank fucking god it was so terrible having to walk with her….everyone was looking at me” Quentin said looking down at his trembling hands a feeling the sudden warm sensation of eliot's hand holding his,Quentin looked up in two the 2nd years eyes with sheer innocence, el couldn't help but look down at him in awe of how beautiful he was,he hated that Quentin couldn't see it. “Beautiful..” Eliot said out loud by accident,Eliot felt embarrassed for the first time in years,it was such an unpleasant experience. “What?...” Quentin said in reply. “You...Q your beautiful..” Eliot said pouring what was left of his heart. Quentin shifted a bit and whined “el... please...kiss me” he said with such fragility. Eliot's warm lips took in quentins shallow yet desperate moans, Quentin melted under eliot. It was more than natural,human rather. The sounds that floated from the smaller of the twos mouths was bliss too the oldest ears. The high toned panting coming from q as Elliot bit and sucked on his flushed neck as he shook,only fueled eliot's overwhelming dominance. “Tell Daddy what you want” Eliot said seductively into quentins ear making him shiver into eliots hold. “Fu..fuck me” quentin said helplessly. Eliot grabbed on to Q’s leg and turned it around from the left side of the bed to the middle,Eliot fitted perfectly in between his partners legs “quentin answer me with your words, is this your first time” Eliot said. Eliot always wanted too know his lovers experience,he didn't ever wanna hurt the people he indulged in..ever. “um…” quentin gluped scared too sound like a amateur,he didn't wanna ruin it. “Yes...but I've...I'm did….things too myself.. twice...only” quentin said looking up at the wall. “Your still a virgin I suppose….” Eliot said. “Yeah...um I'm kinda nervous...um.. I know that's so dumb..i-” Eliot cuts off his rambling. “Hun...that's totally ok you know...im never going to force you and no one should ever feel like there forced into there first time...I want this this to be special for you, babe” Eliot said with a warm smile looking down at his boy. “Me too.. “ Q said softly.

#the magicians #queliot #my.writes #fic #sub! quentin #dom! Eliot #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[taizu-lazure]

(Lita and Oliver) Facing your greatest fear And I Cant Possibly Win this

(Ahh what the hell, im going to post this story here, this was a story for the JDC Server prompt. Sporting both prompts “facing your greatest fears” and “I cant possibly win this.” This is a story of my two original characters, Who im planning on writing a full story about one day, I hope you all enjoy!)

As soon as Lita’s eyes closed, she heard a cackle, it was loud, yet distant, and echoey. She thought nothing of it at first. Just casual mania from overworking, causing her to hallucinate a voice, it would have been nothing new. The cackle sounded closer, she noted the tint to it, that sound… wait..NO! Lita’s eyes snapped open, she quickly noticed she was in a shadowy void, filled with nothing but dark swirls, it looked like you could walk endlessly through it, like a maze. The cackle came again, clearer. Lita twisted her head around and a dark figure stood tall in the darkness, nearly blending in with it.

The figure stepped forward, the small light Lita was radiating is what gave away who the figure was, as the light reflected off his face. He had a bearded jaw, that was square in appearance. A scar ran across his lip, all the way to his left eye. His hair messy and black in appearance, it appeared to be slightly waving like the shadows around him. Along with his body, it looked faded as she could clearly see the shadows behind him through his form. Lita felt her body freeze up, her heart began thumping a bit more rapidly. His voice now low, and sinister as he cackled more, booming, and echoing loudly like a crack, with her current reaction. “My beloved, I have missed you so much, I know how much you missed me also. You should have known I wasn't done with you yet.” he smirked sinisterly moving his hands behind his back. His red eyes beaming down at her, studying her expressions.

                     “O-Oliver..” She accidently stammered out, she was shaking. Why is she shaking? Why is he here? H-he’s meant to be….

“Im supposed to be dead, right? Oh dear Lita, you really shouldn’t be looking so surprised. We still have a deep connection, you know that.” Oliver called out, as if he read her mind, taking a few more steps forward being a foot away from her now, his hand moved over his right eye and suddenly, Lita’s bangs was pulled out over her own eye. It revealed the black smoking scar, and the dark power that tried to consume her body. “Such a beautiful sight, the only thing that can connect us together, it’s almost like a wedding ring, don't you think, darling?”

Her eye widened as he countered her thoughts and the comment that followed, quickly scrambling to her feet and taking a step backwards, giving her head a quick shake. This couldn't be happening, not again. She couldn’t form words that could say how horrible this situation was.

   “You brought this on yourself, YOU broke your promise!” Oliver pointed a finger out at her, his glare washing over her, causing Lita to paralyze in place. “So I will break YOU!” He advanced on her, his pace quickening, the ground shaking like an earthquake with each step.

Her attempts to escape seemed hopeless. No matter how far she stepped backwards she made no progress back into the void. It was like she was trapped in place. Forever. She looked on, her gaze fixed at his eyes not able to tear it away. “I never wanted to break that promise, Oliver why don’t you understand that!?” She called out. The memories began coming all at once. Her leaving Oliver for the kingdom she never even heard of before, Oliver trying to see her all the time, her mother sending him away, her mother yelling at her to stay away from him and she had to focus on her kingdom, Oliver.. Her sweet Oliver storming the kingdom himself and… sending the sword through her own mother’s heart.. Then a huge unbearable  pain in her right eye…. A squeal escaped her vocal cords as that same burning pain in her eye returned. She slapped her hand against the bangs that Oliver moved earlier. The smoking in her eye was worse, pulsing rapidly, she lowered her hand to stare at the black like liquid washing over the palm of her hand.

        Oliver’s smile only widened at the smoke that poured from her. It, the only thing keeping his presence onto the world, even if it was just in the queen’s dreams, and memories. He waited quite a while to give it a try, from what he can see from her cowering form, she still feared him, good. He also still felt that warm feeling in her heart, that was even better! He was surprised it still showed, he could still make use of those feelings she had for him.

“You know all I wanted was to make you happy!” Lita finally cried out, letting her wings glide out and launched herself off the ground making a quick approach. Oliver didn’t move, allowing Lita to advance. Then suddenly smirked, reaching out his hand and grabbing her wing with little to no effort, holding her in place. She let out a surprised gasp, then attempted to thrash him with the second. He was however prepared grasping the other wing, tightening his grip, needles erupting out of his hand, piercing her wings then flipping her forcing Lita backwards onto the ground. He smirked as she yelped, she was to much in shock to fight back properly. She was usually more smart about her plans of attacks. She flicked her arm and it sparked into light. She swiftly moved it towards Oliver, but she suddenly yowled out in pain as the light suddenly began being depleting from her body. The world shot back into its gloomy state. Eyes fluttering open weakly she noticed Oliver leaning over her, his face having the most victorious smirk. He opened his mouth to speak again.

  “This is my realm, dear Lily Pad. No magic of yours is useful here, it’s just us, alone, forever. If you wish for it to be that way.” He loosened his grip for a moment, and retracted the needles. Studying her as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. “I feel like deep down, you would love that.”

“No! never! I would never stay here with you!” She spat out, tugging at her wing, a metallic coating covering it now. “After everything you have done, it will never happen! I NEVER want to spend an eternity with you!”  

He frowned, and tightened his grip again, ignoring the resistance of the metal against his hand sinking the needles back into its former place, listening as it shattered the metal around her wing. He found it more pleasing to watch Lita hopelessly fight. “No more pain for you, all this suffering could be avoided, dear.” He continued with another manipulative speech on the tip of his tongue. He stopped however, as he watched her raise the palm of her hand to try and strike him down. He shifted his glare raising his hand to do it first, the power in his hand looking like a black hole. Then he paused, his eyes shifting upwards like he had a sudden realization, then he leaned next to her ear and lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know, actually, you could still keep that promise, love.” In a poof of smoke, he vanished.

Lita’s eye widened as he disappeared, and she quickly managed to scramble to her feet. Using her hands to grip onto her wings, expecting them to hurt, but no? Nothing hurt in the moment. It was like the pain was never there.

Confused, she glanced around, attempting again to use the light in her hand to get better sighting on the world around her. She gulped, shaking at that word he threw around her ‘love.’ Why did that feeling always stick in her heart. “Get back out here and fight me!” She called out, her voice sounding scratchy half way through her call. The light in her hands began fading out of existence as the shadows swirled around it, eating any small hint of it. She stumbled almost falling over in surprise, but she didnt, as hands caught her. She shifted her focus in a swift glare at her catcher, Oliver was that capturer. Instead of lashing out like she should have done, her cheeks turned rosey, her stomach began fluttering with butterflies. He looked like her Olive… the version of Oliver she fell in love with, if this whole mess didn’t happen...

    Oliver’s smile looked sweet, genuine, and just as welcoming. “Lilly, I know you always wanted this, just as much as I di- do. And it can happen! You can have your second chance, we both can.” He shifted his hand and snapped, the shadows shifted into two forms. It was Oliver and Lita, beside each other holding hands, leaning into each other to embrace in a loving hug. Then finally, heads pressing together to share a kiss. “No, Oliver…” She began and paused as she was glued at the image in front of her, they were dancing now… though something seemed off with how Lita looked in this… She couldn’t put her finger on it at first, completely lost in the moment. “All I need” he continued on, ignoring her small beginning of a protest. He moved his hand under her chin, forcing her head back over to his eyes. They were his old light brown.. Though the edges of his eyes still had the faintest traces of black. “Is that precious blood of yours, Lilly.” he once again continued, noticing Lita was lost in the trance still. “On the place you slayed me down. A shrine is built over it now. Now, we could be beside each other Lita, finally.” He smiled and leaned further into her face as if he was leaning in for a kiss. “What do you say….love? Do you finally want your happy ever after?”

Lita did not respond for along moment. Beside the one she always loved? Her mind went through the option for a very short moment. Then her mind finally clicked back to the present. No, what is she doing. It's because of him, everyone she loved is dead. It’s all him, the Oliver she loved years ago… is no more. She clenches her fist as she opened her eye back up to him. She has Lupin, and Arashi now.. What is she doing? “Never.. You will never see the world ag- AGHH!” She began then screamed as Oliver pierced needles into her back where he held her. She let out a gasping cough as Oliver dropped her landing straight on her back, the needles forcing its way into her spine. Yowling in agony she attempted to move quickly but she realized she was paralyzed. She snapped open her eyes to Oliver standing over her, throwing his head back in a sinister laugh.

Lowering his head, his attention shifted to the blood that was draining from her. “I will watch, as you shatter into a million pieces, with the kingdom.” He kneeled, leaning closer into her face, a crazed scratchy laughter escaping his throat. “It will be all your fault, everyone is going to die, and it’s all. Your. FAULT!” he looked insane as he grinned, he paused with each word to let it sink into her mind. The blood underneath her was lining up into the form of a dragon.

“Y-..your... “ She paused stifling a painful groan, her whole body convulsing in agony. “Y-your reign.. Its over Oliver, you can’t hurt anyone.. Other than me ever again.” All she could do was glare back into his smug face.

She opened her mouth to say another word, but Oliver simply chuckled again and raised his hands at his sides. “That’s what you believe? Thats funny, my return is in quicker motion then you realize. Just look underneath you!” Lita shifted her head, the only thing her body allowed to move, and noticed the blood and what it was forming. A terrified gasp escaped her throat. She tried to hopelessly move her body, to no avail. In the next moment Oliver’s whole body began floating, and a chilling laugh echoed around the void, it was super scratchy and manic. Oliver’s form swirled and he appeared to be swallowed into a dark hole. A moment passes and the dark hole shattered, an explosion sound echoing around the void, making Lita’s eardrums pop in an instant.

   She let out a terrified yowl, moving her head away from the energy that was daring to tear off the skin from her face if she stared at it any longer. After it all died down, she turned her attention back to him. Her eyes widened in deeper fear. Oliver.. He looked different, scales surrounded his form, dragon wings grew out of his back, and she couldn’t see through him anymore. He was.. Revived as something new, of what she had no clue of. “N-no..” Lita hopelessly cried out trying to move herself backwards and failing as her body gave out in an instant.

“Yes dear.” He stepped forward a victorious smile on his face as he glanced down at his hand testing it’s strength by squeezing it together, it didn't phase through. He chuckled once more. “Oh Lita” he sighed out turning his attention towards her once more, and crouched beside her. “I’m really glad I get to see you again, but.” reaching out his hand, he clasped it around her throat and stood up holding her high as he stood back up. “It’s such a shame, having to cut this reunion short.”

Black needles clutched around her throat stabbing her neck, causing her to scream in agony. She kept trying to move her body, but it refused to cooperate. There’s no way I can get out of this! Panic coursed through her body as she felt her throat being torn up. She began coughing up blood, shakingly tilting her head downwards at him. Lita’s whole body went cold as she noticed the color of the blood that was somewhat staining the king’s face in front of her, black, shadowy. She tried to scream again but was instantly cut off by more needles pressing harder into her neck. Realizing what was happening, she began attempting to move her arms again, feeling her muscles tense up in slight strength. He’s trying to turn me into a shadowling! This wasn't possible, he couldn’t do this! Yet here it was happening.

“Hey, love relax.” He whispered in a soothing way, his soulless red eyes washing over her, his markings peeling off his body and lightly wrapping around her. “I just decided that, I didn't want to cut this reunion short. I would rather have you by my side for eternity!” He held a thoughtful expression on his face as he continued. “But it didn't have to end in a cutting way, if you just accepted my earlier proposal, we both could have been happy. But I guess either way, it will end in our favour. We just need to get the painful part out of the way.”

Lita attempted to yowl again, staring wide eyed down at him as she felt the light powers she held onto for years, being drained out of her body like honey dripping slowly down a glass. She was about to close her eyes and accept her fate. But a lightbulb shot up into her head as she remembered one thing. Fear. The one reason he clings onto her, he can influence her dreams, her mind, literally everything thanks to the curse he slashed onto her as a teenager. She gripped her eye closed, taking soothing breathes. You don't fear him, he’s nothing to you, hes not real. He's a shadow. He's a dream. He can't harm you, if you don't fear him, you don’t fear him YOU DON’T FEAR HIM!  Feeling control come back to her arms she swung her hand straight at him, causing everything to fall apart around her, and the needles around her neck to vanish. She breathed heavily as she fell to the ground, the presence around her vanishing. She rubbed one hand around her torn esophagus, the pain overbearing, quickly she moved her hand into her vision noticing the blood was now pooling red. Shifting her attention to her other, she noticed the bright light in her palm that took the form of a knife.

For once, the two feelings she always felt, was almost ebbed away. Fear, love. Almost all gone. The pounding feeling in her heart may never fully fade. But finally for once, she felt at peace. Was it truly finally over? Lita twisted her head to stare behind her at the darkened void. Nothing was there, it was just shadows, she stared a moment longer before finally rising to her feet. A rare sight was now on the queen's face. No one has truly seen a genuine one before. The edges of Lita’s lips were arched upwards in a small way. She was smiling. Because now, She will never have to fear being around her own family again. She can finally be the wife, and mother she always wanted to be. She may have failed everyone else. But she won't fail Arashi, she won't fail Lupin.  

“You really think this is over?”

Lita glanced around her, but no one was there. It was just an echoey voice, with a pained tint to it.

“You may have got the courage this time my dear Lita, but this isn't over, it's NEVER over. Soon my love, I will be back. Not just in this headspace of yours. You better be prepared.”

Lita’s eyes shot open and she quickly sat up in her bed gasping for breathe.

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