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keithisbae1 · 2 months

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Akatsuki SasuSaku AU 2/2

"Now don't be shy dear, come on out. I thought you wanted to fight not to play cat and mouse." She heard her chuckle darkly. Sakura instantly tried to flatten herself against the wall. It would be harder to take her down given that they would either have the same strength or as much as she hated to admit it, she be slightly stronger. "Why are you doing this? Surely you have friends and a family to go home to?" Sakura's voice echoed in the caves, but she kept moving so that her other self couldn't find her.

"Friends? You mean the ones that are all dead now?" What? "What are you-" Dead? Of course, she should have expected that they have their own reasons for being this way. They lived in different worlds, who knew how much more corrupted theirs were.

"I don't expect you to understand, you have a daughter, right? A girl called Sarada, I know that much from your husband. We don't even have a Naruto in our own world or Kakashi or-" She stopped mid-sentence, there was no use in counting everyone that's dead.

"It doesn't matter, the point is the villagers fucked up and were keen to get rid of everyone who went against them. Imagine thinking killing Naruto is, okay?" "I... I'm sorry." Sakura really didn't know what else to say.

"Tch, pathetic. I don't want your pity. I want you to come out and fight." She went around the corner punching the wall only for it to be empty. Damn, she was sure she heard her voice there. Until feeling someone behind her choking her by the neck. "If you resist I won't-"

But then Sakura felt herself being lifted and slammed to the ground, fuck so this was it was like going against her strength. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that sweetheart." She got up from the now destroyed ground, chances were even the other Sasukes' felt that.

Damn. This would be a long battle.

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It was a stalemate. Sasuke did say it wasn’t his Sakura they needed to worry about, maybe they underestimated their other selves. “Release my husband, now!” She held a kunai to her neck, with her other hand gripping her hair tightly.

Both of them were battered with bruises and cuts. “Don’t, she doesn’t have the guts to do anything.” “You may be right about that… but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you suffer in other ways.” And by proving it dragged her by the hair so that her face was against the wall.

"I won't go soft even on you for messing with my family." The kunai was now against the skin, even if she couldn't kill, she could still torture them. “Wait!” The other Sasuke spoke. “I’ll let him go.” “What are you… don’t even think about it!”

“You don’t get to decide anything in the state that you’re in.” He then turned to the original Sakura. “Your Sasuke for my Sakura, deal?” She nodded. “Yes.” And with that, untied the Uchiha, he watched him carefully making sure there was no funny business but upon feeling his arm free groaned. It was so painful being kept in the same position for a long period of time. Sakura slowly released her other self-attending to her husband. Her hand glowing numbing the pain. "Are you alright?" “You idiot! Why did you-" Her villain self was about to snap but collapsed into the villain Sasuke's arms. "What... what happened?" “I’ve attacked your pressure points during our battle, you were too much in a rage to notice. It’ll be a while before your in any state to fight.” Sakura stated calmly.

"I told you about the state your in." He picked her up bridal style heading out, completely ignoring the other two. "Where are you going?" Sasuke asked glaring at them. "That's none of your business. We'll be seeing each other again. Well, I hope so." The Uchiha grinned and disappeared in a flash. Ah yeah, he was fast. "We should follow them," Sasuke looked at Sakura who was still in the process of healing him. "We should," she agreed but neither one made an attempt to stand up to look for them.

"You weren't really going to torture her were you?" It just wasn't in Sakura's blood to treat people in such a way, even the enemy. If they can call them that. "Obviously, but I had to do something. They wouldn't know." Or maybe they did, she wasn't sure.

"I don't think the other you would have risked it." "Hmm?" "She said... a lot of things during our battle. It seems we're the only two left so..." "They're all that they have." "Exactly, they can play tough all they want but when it comes down to it they won't risk getting the other hurt." She smiled. "I just wish there was an easy way to help them." "We'll figure a way." He poked her forehead lightly.

"You should get some rest, you did have a tough battle." "She wasn't that tough," Sasuke smirked.

~With the other Sasuke & Sakura~ "You shouldn't have let them go. I would have been fine." "I couldn't risk it." "Why not?" "Because I can't lose you, idiot!" He yelled glaring at her. Did she seriously expect him to watch her get tortured or taken whilst he made his escape with his other self? Sakura blushed at the heated gaze looking away. "She... she wouldn't have done anything. You know that right?" "I'd rather not take the chance," he cupped her jaw pulling her into a deep kiss.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku drabble #my fanfiction #sssnippets #sssnippetaday #akatsuki sasusaku vs sasusaku #sasuke uchiha #sakura uchiha

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andypantsx3 · 1 year

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hey andie! hope you're doing well :D

i had a question to ask, if you don't mind.

what advice would you give to a mildly terrified rookie fic writer? i've been reading fanfic for several years for many fandoms, but i've only just started writing my own stories. needless to say, i'm very nervous about how it'll be received and whatnot. i was wondering if you could share your thoughts? feel free not to if it makes you uncomfortable tho!

~ the mildly terrified rookie

Hello my angel!! I hope you’re doing well, too, and omg what an exciting question!! I have so many things to say I feel like all my ideas are tripping over each other in their haste to get out lol.

The number one thing I want say to you is that you should absolutely go for it. I can't speak for other fandoms, but the BNHA x reader community has literally been one of the best things I've been a part of. Everyone is so kind and creative and I truly have had the most nuanced and thoughtful interactions here & on ao3, and made some of the coolest friends. It’s absolutely intoxicating to be able to discuss not only the things you love but the very things you have created with people, and when people are complimentary about them, it’s earth-shattering. People have been so unbelievably good to me, and I have no doubt they will be equally as kind to you too. It's so, so worth it.

The second thing I want to say, and please forgive me if you've heard me say this before, but it's so important that you look at writing (particularly publishing your writing publicly) as an iterative process. This has been like the most helpful thing for me as a writer in fandom, and also as a doc author at work. It's so natural to want your work to be received well, and as fic writers pour so much of our personal time and so much of our authentic selves into our fics, it can be so devastating to receive even something that barely borders on criticism, like, "hey I noticed you used 'in lieu of' in place of 'in light of', might wanna give that the old switcheroo real quick." It makes you feel caught out for being an idiot lol.

But realizing that your work is a living document, something you can always go back and improve, is so freeing. Realizing that this singular chunk of your time, effort, and ability does not represent all of your time, effort, or abilities makes everything so much lower stakes. So if you're worried about how something will be received, know that you can always take feedback, mess with it, and put it back out as draft number two. It's all a learning process!!

Lastly, apart from those external things, like the fandom and your fic reception, I just wanna share a moment with you to acknowledge how fun and exciting it is to write, and how unbelievably thrilled I am that you've joined our legion of fic writers, even if you've not published yet!! It's so much fun to mess with someone else's creation, to add pieces of yourself and your own desires and interests--it feels like getting to know yourself a little bit more with each word you type out. I hope you're having the absolute time of your life with it and giving yourself absolutely everything you want. Even if you never publish, how fun is it to be able to create??

That all being said, I really do hope you publish and I hope we get to read it!! I'm beaming you my most positive vibes!! ✨✨

#ask andie

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cpacs-blog · 2 years

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Nobody asked so here it is: why i ship Petruo HARD

So there I was watching AOT and everyone is bleak and sad and Marco is dead etc

And then suddenly Eren is w a new group of ppl

And in a world of shitty, man-eating monsters, there’s this group of vets who supposedly know what’s up; Eren should be intimidated, yadda yadda yadda

And they are hilarious and ridiculous

There are two clearly messing with each other, gettin’ sassy

The other two spend almost all of their screen-time rolling their eyes at this which makes it even better

And Petra wasn’t like this before. She was dutiful and kind, but not a sass master and I love it

I like also how Auruo didn’t trust Eren. Everyone else we care about at this point was very optimistic but Auruo was like “nah you’re a short 15 year old w anger issues I don’t trust you with shit, let alone aaving the world”

(He was fuckjn right, btw)

And Petra, being kind AND spunky, was like “stfu idiot go die”

MY ICON

I like how Petra’s full personality comes out when she’s around Auruo; she’s kind but lots of ppl are kind… her fire sets her apart

I like how Auruo is apprehensive but also loyal; he never really trusts Eren, but he eventually dies for him bc of his duty to Levi

Auruo mimics Levi which PISSES Petra off; popular theory is bc he loves Petra and she loves Levi so

Add another trope that lives rent-free in my head: “why are you acting so different don’t do that i’ve always liked you for who you truly aaaarrrreee”

We find out later they went through training together and also peed themselves

Which makes them so much more human… I mean wouldn’t you if something was going to use you for dental floss??

Then we see them in the flashback, Auruo w googly eyes and everyone loving each other and having fun

And then they all die (rip)

But before they do, Petruo is BADASS. Like this Titan just killed half the battalion and they bamboozled her so good

(Literally died on a technicality is all im sayin im not salty YOU’RE salty)

When Petra dies, Auruo is HEARTBROKEN. And then immediately goes to “fuck u that was rude” and keeps fighting

Which, brave

To the badge scene: (and Rivetra ppl dont hate me I respect u and am anti-ship war just let me procrastinate on tumblr for a sec)

I think Levi took Petra’s badge bc her body was there. Not many corpses. Certainly not the amount for the ppl that died

No half corpses (sorry Eld). Guessin’ they didnt get Gunther from the tree either. Idk about Auruo and how broken his lower half is bc we never see it

But either way, Petra is either the only/ one of two of Levi squad on the carts, so yeah Levi takes her patch bc she’s probs the only one there

And he looks back bc she represents his squad and he misses all of them (clearly, since they’re in most of his flash-back panels)

And yeah I do think Levi and Petra were especially close. She was kind and he was getting used to people being kind to him

But I’m not a huge fan of boss-employee stuff. Lots of fics have Petra being super doting and 1-D when she’s with Levi and… that’s it. Her full self is kind AND spirited but she’s only half of that w Levi; she’s his suboordinate and therefore acts like it around him. She’s perfect, Levi is emotionally troubled, she fixes him OR she’s his worker and he finally starts noticing her

Her dad definitely is doing the typical dad thing and being embarrassing. Imo he sees how committed his daughter is to this captain (professionaly), and his dad reflexx is like “NO THAT IS MY CHILD U SHALL NOT MARRY SHE IS TOO YOUNG I FORBID IT”

And Levi is like “shit this makes breaking the bad news even worse”

Petra and Auruo probs grew up in Karanese together since Petra’s dad is there and Auruo’s ADORABLE family is waiting for him for dinner

So you’ve got: a) childhood besties maybe b) who ran off to the military together c) who are damn good at what they do d) but also are fun and witty e) until they die together, bravely

They are equals. They are their worst and best selves around each other. They mess w each other like an old married couple. They care deeply about each other. And they have such good hearts that they march head-first into giants bc they believe it will make the world a better place

Again, I only see either of them be their whole spectrum of personality around each other; they don’t share this privilege with anyone else

Petra is kindhearted and tender, but also intense, sarcastic, and fed up with your bs. A badass w a big heart

Auruo is ridiculous, arrogant (outwardly), pragmatic, and insecure. But he loves his friends and thinks his beating heart is a cheap thing compared to anyone else’s. All bluster, true to his core

in this house, we stan these things

#petruo #auretra #auruo bossard #oluo bozado #petra ral #oluo bossard #levi squad #attack on titan #snk #special operations squad #nobody asked #but i did anyway

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saltyxtides · 2 years

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ROWAN DELACOUR.

Wrong.

BRowan was not wondering if they should be worried about his mother. He was telling Celeste straight up his mother she should be worried. She’d get it soon enough when they started to teach each other about one another’s lives and it got to Bayden’s turn to school up Celeste on what his life was really like. She had no clue what she was in for and Bayden was going to get so pissed off if she fucked up anything when it came to his mother. That was going to be the line cross of all line crosses. He sacrificed his whole life for that woman and Celeste messed it for him now he would die inside. Absolutely die.

“If you weren’t dating then who the fuck is Princeton? Just stop with the flowery cryptic talk already. You know I hate that stupid shit.”

Destroy someone?

“Dramatic much? All we did switch into some Freaky Friday shit. We’re fine.”

Phone drama.

“You know damn well I need the one that Briarcliff issued you until the moment I check out and I didn’t say I was. So, I need it no matter what your little special powers are, okay?”

BRowan really didn’t seem interested in pursuing and playing around with all their new powers. One would think they would be, but for now they were stuck on more important things to them. They never wanted power, but they might eventually figure out it’s useful.

Oh, she was absolutely afraid of Montgomery fucking Wardeyn. She was or she wouldn’t be worried about being found out. She wouldn’t be worried about being shoved in a soul box. The girl was no elite sorceress or almighty power like Monty. If she had any control of herself she wouldn’t choose to live in an asylum. If she suddenly became one that would only make her look less intelligent. You can’t be a super awesome overpowered person and trap yourself in such a dumb situation and it still be a believable situation. The girl lived in complete fear all the time unless she just talked too big for her britches. Bayden would never buy into any of that sort of thought process if he ever heard it. Then he did. She said it out loud.

BRowan rolled her eyes. “Then you’re an idiot because you should be, but thank you for playing along.”

Then out came the options.

BRowan kept blinking at all her ideas.

“Okay. Okay. Stop. Wait. Wait right there. Are you being sarcastic? Revenge trope. Revenge for what? Why the fuck would I want my sister in my body? Are you saying these are viable options? You would be willing to double switch? That means going back to our normal selves and then just go back this which you clearly don’t approve of. You looked so angry at me. I mean… “

They chuckled a little pointing out how much of a hypocrite they were after all this time if they weren’t being sarcastic.

“After all the don’t touch me bullshit? Now you want to touch on purpose and then touch AGAIN on purpose and DO IT AGAIN, which means we’d seriously be doing this by choice then, and for no other reason but… fun? I’m not even sure. You’re saying this as if you already can control it and just make all those options happen, like it’s no biggie. If all those options were so easy then you’ve been acting like this is such a big scary situation and making a big deal out of it for no reason. You’re literally telling me right now we can switch back whenever we want to. Yes or no? What makes you so willing to play all of all sudden when you’ve been an uptight bitch about it all this time to the point you never even told me, even cut your damn hair to avoid me?”

“Your options don’t make sense and are confusing the Hell out of me. Why would I want any of that? Truly

IGNORANCE is b l i s s, right? For Bayden anyway. Despite there uneasiness, they felt a slow flame of anger burning in there chest. They were confused about a lot of things right now, but they were not confused about how they felt right now.

Worried was HARDLY the e m o t i o n they were feeling. No. It was anger at Bayden, there wariness taking it’s grip, there unease scratching the surface, the hostile mocking attitude && thoughtless shit-planning with not a damn outcome in sight — they were HARDLY w o r r i e d.

What they couldn’t imagine is were all this was coming to. What this was leading to be. Bayden wanted them to act like him. Be him. Acting like Bayden for a short period of time is ONE t h i n g. However, how long would Bayden think this could last? How long does Bayden think this would work? What ever was happening was madness.

Truly && honesty they were not BAYDEN.

They knew from experience what it felt like, after all, deceiving at face value but it’s honestly different in Bayden’s case. They didn’t feel anything when they thought about it except ANGER that they are making the same damned m i s t a k e s they did in the past. Only very differently. There is only so much they can do as acting in Bayden’s place before it all falls apart.

As much as they are not a W a r d e y n.

They weren’t sure what was going on with Bayden, but they needed to. They cared for Bayden, far more than they should after seeing this side of them. As it all comes down to all that expectation && responsibility forcibly depended on them. Not anyone else, just them, or it’s over.

&& they never really COULD b e a Wardeyn.

&& yet there’s only one thing that can blind someone as smart as them. Caring. The fact that they cared enough to play along into this FUCKING m a d n e s s of there’s was really weighing on them. They just caught feelings for someone they wish they haven’t.

They had enough STRESS in there l i f e already. Taking a deep silent breath as there brain worked hard to organize each of there thoughts in a body that sends paroxysms of throbbing pain in the head. Pushing forward regardless of the headache. They thought the many various outcomes to each situation could bring && have some half-baked backup plan. As they spent mulled over there ideas in flustered agitation, counting for each possible calamity, which there were to many.

They only worried for the person they cared for, who was clueless to the out of control mess in front of them.

“ENOUGH already.” Barely having control as there frustration slipped a little. “Just d r o p it Bayden!” They should have never brought it up in the damn first place! What more was there to say after saying the same thing? Clarifying. Back to the beginning line — he’s GOOD k i d.

Yet that kind of thinking on Bayden end breeds disaster && destruction. “Yeah? Nothing to worry about then.” Everything was far from fine but as the situation was out of there own control. Whatever Bayden was avoiding — whatever was going on with them. What space Bayden needed. They still stayed six feet away from them regardless. The support Bayden needed, however irrational it was. They gave it to them.

“A h,” it was all coming back to them as It had been quite some time nearly forgetting. There was a tense unhappiness as they felt a pang in there chest like something getting broken or becoming soft as they just stared at the ceiling. It get’s harder && harder to breath. Let alone think anymore as they weren’t sure anymore. Constantly being compared to Rowan. Again. && again. Monotonously explaining “I yeeted that over the Briarcliff fence my second day being here.” Before they even knew each other. There was no point in having one, as there was still no point in having one. “DR. W a r d e y n was warned.” Not that that made it any better.

Nobody really has everything figured out, no, but they changed. They lost half of themselves, && can’t bring themselves to connect to that side of themselves anymore that held on. They weren’t a person of many regrets. They were a person of so much guilt. The lives they ruined && very well wrecking? They never regretted the existence of themselves. . .until right now. It’s worse when it doesn’t matter who they where or who they used to be — maybe Bayden’s actions where right. If they hadn’t been SELFISH, they would have never met e a c h o t h e r. If they never met EACHOTHER, Bayden wouldn’t be in this fucking m e s s.

They didn’t fear Montgomery Wardeyn, what they once had feared before, now is a place they feel they deserve to be. Look what’s happening around them? It’s happening all over again but terribly different && they are having strong negative opinions of there very existence. Again. Hurting someone they cared about. It’s happening all over again. Alienated. The very thought of there vain && conceited existence made there heart clench painfully in there chest. The spiral of emotions was too much pressure Too much to deal with. Being really alone in this. They pushed it down, burying it for now.

“There’s no reason for me to be scared of your sister Bayden. Not anymore at least.” Shifting. No longer laying on there side as they laid on there back as there was a silence.

“SURVIVAL.” It was just one word that corrected Bayden, that filled the silence in the room. Closing there eyes, as they all have that feeling time to time. Where life gets to tiring && there’s even a point in there lives where they may even ask, should they just give up?

Tired of this life, tired of the burden they carry on there shoulders. Today, they lost half of themselves, but what about next time? The time after that? They have always been trying to understand the meaning of PAIN. The answer. . .p a i n of losing someone that only left the best memories to live on.

They don’t get to choose what STAYS && what g o e s. That’s the nightmare in it all. It’s a hard choice to make, but it couldn’t be helped.

“What do you want me to say?” The hopeless reality that they should be afraid of his sister? That if all fails just give up? Give in?

“It doesn’t fucking matter. It could be over for ME, but it doesn’t have to be for y o u.”

“Regardless of how perfect we are in each other’s roles Bayden, I CAN’T just pretend to be y o u forever.”

“You’re sister, more or less likely will know somethings off. If not NOW, then l a t e r. I’m not a WARDEYN, but y o u are. Putting Monty’s soul in you’re body, && putting you’re soul in Monty’s at least keeps you together && better off. If you don’t want to try any other way.”

“I have no doubt not everyone adores you’re domesticated turkey of a sister in that school. In the cross confusion another’s name would be bound to come out, that has some vendetta, or jealousy, or hatred, or crazy conspiracy she has against you’re sister. If you put it out there, it’s believable. It you put it out someone was trying to harm her, it’s believable.” It bought time. Time that Bayden needed for whatever reason they needed. Was it reversible. . . they had no clue.

“If I FAIL. Well I f a i l.” They die. They’ll obviously die rEgArDlEsS. If they succeed? It’s no victory. They lose, it’s not just the rest of themselves, it’s everything && that’s just the damn same as dying. “What choices do I have? It doesn't matter if I’m scared or if I can’t stand the idea of it because now you’re involved && it makes everything different because of you. I don't matter, all that matters is if it works." If. Could work. Might fail. Die by trying or die by doing nothing. “I’ve got EVERYTHING to l o s e.”

#rowan delacour #montywonmom #━━ ✧ spilled ink. | interactions #━━ 🌊 saltyxtides. | ahv

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rubywithin · 1 year

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World of Whim 7

We ran for a while....as we did all the people around us reverted back to their usual selves. (Ruby) “Naoh what did you just do?” he lead us to a diner and then started too explain! (Naoh) “I erased his memory of seeing us....and maybe his memory of us in general. It would be an issue if all of the Musicians were able to hunt us down” I guess he was right. We were lucky to of been able to take down Percival...having to fight all the Musicians none stop would essentially be impossible. (Ruby) “Thank you Naoh...I feel like we can actually have a breather for now!” he nodded. (Naoh) “Try not too stand out though, no doubt Percival’s defeat will be found out about so they will at least be trying to find the ones behind it”. He was right, (Ruby) “Okay guys I think we should go back to our every day lives until we come up with a plan”. (Kazuya) “I can agree with that, I think we should maybe do some training too in case we get into another fight”.

Everyone but Maria was taking part in the discussion, “Maria are you going to be okay? Sorry you were forced into this...personally I stepped in when Ruby was being attacked”. (Maria) “I think so...its just the idea of Percival not recognising me is going to be hard to get used too! Its just weird how a day a go we were important too each other but now....I guess we are enemies!”. The three of us went our separate ways, (Naoh) “Now its just us I want to know about that guy who gave you advice before!”. (Ruby) “You mean Ryuto? well I just know him by name...he was at the nurses office right before me on the day I met you after the Mystel incident. I kind of wondered if he was also having headaches but if he gave me advice wouldn’t that mean he already knows about Whim?” He nodded, I decided to ask him about it the next time we bump into each other, having more allies right now would help.

-Meanwhile at a Shrine- (Girl in white) “Hmm so Percival was attacked by a bunch some mysterious individuals huh?”. (Masked Girl) “That would appear to be the case, its a shame we have no intel on them” the masked boy look over at Mystel! The room started to feel more tense, (Mystel) “I didn’t pay attention to their appearance as I aimed to just take the girl out. However some friend of hers caught me off guard, blame the lack of light in the underground station”. (Cloaked Boy) “So all we have to go off is there is a girl and a boy, you are not limiting our search!” (Mystel) “They go to the dots academy....however something interesting happened, Percival seems to no longer remember his girlfriend!” (Girl in white) “As much as I love gossip why bring this up?”. (Cloaked Boy) “Its useful information you idiot, why would he forget her alongside the ones who attacked him. It would seem she has some form of involvement with them, so we just have to use her as bait for this unknown duo!”.

(Percival) “Let me take them out...ugh I want to show them they should of been grateful for this paradise gifted to them!”. (Mystel) “Percival you should rest you were badly hurt...” (Masked Girl) “Please stop talking, if anything he should make up for the failure. Plus without his girlfriend he should be fully focused on our mission, to maintain this paradise for Serene!” (Mystel) -Humph- the group held a meeting about who should be sent to find the duo, (Girl in White) “I will do it, I’m sure that Maria girl would be more open to talk with another girl!”. The group agreed to this plan, (Percival) “Good luck Nezumi...I’m sorry you have to clean up my mess” (Nezumi) “Oh don’t worry cutie I got this, shame the three others couldn’t be here!”. (Mysetl) “I will go pay my respects to Serene, till the next meeting”.

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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You know what I couldn't help but think when I read the Future Presents for the Past AU?

ADeuce (or potential all the 1st years, but my mind centered on the Card Duo bc i love them so much) seeing their future selves have playful banter and caring for each other

Even after all the years gone past, after all the pain and suffering that happened in their timeline.... Their friendship persisted through the rough times

TW ADeuce don't want to admit they feel a some tenderness seeing F! ADeuce still playfully messing with the other and working in synchrony to protect those they love, but deep down the TW duo are happy and relieved they'll continue to grow together and nurture their bond for year to come

I just.... I love these two and think they indeed care for the other, i just want them to have a moment of soft friendship 🥺💖

[In reference to this AU]

Hello Zack! 🌸💞

Yes! The first years are precious to all of us and their dynamics has us always going 🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially with Ace and Deuce, who has been with MC since the beginning (especially if you consider chapter 6).

As you mentioned, I think the TW ADeuce would be happy (and let's face it embarrassed and probably have a fun playful banter) that even in such a disastrous future, their friendship prevailed. Not only with the other twist boys, but mainly with each other.

They care for each other so much! You can practically say they are brothers or even platonic soulmates. They found each other in the beginning of their journey at NRC and continued to be there for each other no matter what.

Here are some dynamics/events that I thought of while reading your comments and thinking of F!Ace and F!Deuce relationship.

I mentioned in my theory that F! Deuce wanted to see his mother one more time. and the reason for that is because it is implied that he lost his mother in the future.

F!Deuce’s world is rocked. His mother, whom he loves very much has been lost and he would have been too.

If it wasn’t for the first year gang, who told him to keep going. That his mother would have wanted him to continue on.

It would be F!Ace who holds him up during his toughest times, through the death and the funeral.

F!Ace who would knock some sense into him, “You idiot! Your mother wouldn't want you to be like this! You wanted to make her proud? Then live on for her! Be a man and help make a future that she would be proud to see!”

F!Ace would also hug him. He would see how Deuce would hold in his emotions because they don’t want to be discovered by enemy forces. He can’t scream at the beach anymore. But F!Deuce can scream into F!Ace’s shoulder. F!Ace holds F!Deuce tightly because he feels if he loosens his hold any slight bit, F!Ace will lose F!Deuce. Without F!Deuce, F!Ace will not be able to continue on.

Current TW Ace and Deuce scene that I thought of while they hear of the future events.

YN looked at her boys warmly. Ace gave her a look as if asking why she was looking at them like that.

YN smirked knowing the reaction that will soon take place.

“I’m glad to know that future or past, you and Deuce will always be a married couple.”

“WHAT?!” As predicted, Ace and Deuce looked as if they drank a bottle of oyster sauce.

No matter the time, these two will never change. For that, I am grateful.

I really want to look into Ace and Deuce more and get to know them, especially Ace. I feel as if that relationship has so much potential with not only MC but with each other. I don't know Ace as well, but I feel like he’s one of those characters that is hiding something and planning, kind of like Cater, but more long term. With the theories roaming around about him in future canon story, I would not be surprised at all.

I really want to come back to this and expand more. ADeuce dynamic is such a precious dynamic that is built from the beginning based on trust and companionship and being there for each other no matter what.

If Ace ever did something, I think it would be Deuce and MC bringing him back. Deuce might end up punching him but Ace will probably deserve it.

If I go about thinking that path, maybe in this AU, F!Ace somehow brought this great force into existence. He was partly to blame for why everything happened. [Even more angsty, maybe he blames himself for F!Deuce’s mother’s death.]

F!Ace is determined to stop/convince TW Ace from going his path.

Ahhhhh, I’m sorry Zack! 🥺🥺😩😩😩😩 You probably wanted this ask to go in a more fluffy route, but my brain took it in the opposite direction. I’m so sorry. I’ll come back with fluffy when my brain cooperates more with me 😔😔😔

Thank you for the ask and sharing with me your ideas, 🌸💕 I really loved exploring this dynamic and need to go back to it more. After all, it all started with the four of them, didn't it? MC, Ace, Deuce, and Grim.🥺🥺☺️☺️

#answered #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland blog event #twst x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #future presents for the Past AU #future presents for the past ask #surprise event #hanas thoughts #@zackcrazyvalentine #twisted wonderland event #blog event #FPftP au #Ace x deuce #platonic #ADeuce

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beccascribbles · 4 years

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hcs series detailing what it is like to be a manager for the various haikyuu teams

karasuno | seijoh |

warnings - swearing, karasuno being their usual selves with the addition of a chaotic manager

word count - 1.7k

being their manager was chaotic enough without the addition of the new first years

you were a second year, joining as a manager in your first year at the insistence of ennoshita, who had not wanted to deal with the likes of tanaka and nishinoya by himself

however, while kiyoko was the calming presence that warmed the boys hearts, you were her more chaotic counterpart

often, you could be found playing pranks on the boys, filling the club room with volleyballs, hiding the bibs

kiyoko was the one to rope you in, stop you from messing around too much, especially when your pranks had increased after the broom incident. you had just wanted to cheer everyone up, but it had only annoyed them

daichi had become irritable and snappy, while sugawara, despite the smile, looked exasperated

tanaka was the only one who didn’t seem too annoyed, giving your hair an affection ruffle

anyway, with the arrival of the new first years, you were determined to turn over a new leaf, make a good first impression

that plan didn’t work out

expecting it to be tanaka, ennoshita, kinoshita and narita walking towards the gym, you had hidden yourself in preparation to scare them (how you managed to mistake the sound of two people for four was beyond you but you did)

you leapt out from your hiding place, letting out a loud roar only to be greeted by a blonde beanpole with glasses and a freckled boy cowering behind him

you then proceeded to let loose a torrent of swear swords

“shit. fuck. sorry. shit. i can’t believe i did that. can we start over?”

you stuck out your hand towards them, the blonde looking at it with disdain while the other moved forward and grasped your hand

“i’m l/n y/n, and i’m one of the managers of the volleyball club,” you said, giving his hand a firm shake, a grin on your face. “this wasn’t how i planned to introduce myself. i thought you were the second years and i wanted to scare them. i promise i’m not always like this.”

cue sugawara piping up from seemingly nowhere, the rest of the team trailing behind, “don’t be fooled. she’s always like this”

“kiyoko is the responsible, lovely manager,” sighed tanaka, causing you to shoot him a glare, “and y/n is the chaotic one but we love her anyway”

“speak for yourself,” scoffed daichi, the ruffling of your hair as he walked past enough to tell you he was only teasing

“rude,” you mumbled before turning back to the two first years with a grin. “anyway, what are your names?”

the freckled one gave you a grin in response, introducing himself as yamaguchi and saying he was pleased to be playing for the team. the blonde refused to reply, walking past with a haughty tilt to his chin, though yamaguchi was quick to introduce him as tsukishima

but you were quick to wear him down, his coldness towards you gradually thawing the more you talked (although he insisted you were just being annoying)

he clearly wasn’t that annoyed as he would often share his music playlist with you

yamaguchi was quick to warm to you after the little scare. you were one of the first he told about wanting to learn the jump floater serve and happily encouraged him

meeting the monster duo of kageyama and hinata went much smoother, considering you had bribed sugawara for information on the pair before you met

the key to kageyama’s heart was milk, so when you introduced yourself and gave him a cartoon, he already knew you would be a great manager

honestly the boy is probably going to become a bit attached to you, constantly asking you to toss the ball to him to practice

definitely asks you to help tutor him as well if he knows you are good at school. kageyama feels far more comfortable with you than tsukishima

hinata was just a literal ball of sunshine, enthusiastically greeting you

probably comes to look up to you a lot and will help you play pranks so long as it doesn’t interfere too much with volleyball practice (you teach him all he needs to know, and enlist his help in executing the great balloon fiasco at the end of your third year)

all the third years definitely see you as a little sister

daichi is fiercely protective over you, steering you away from any volleyball boys who show an interest. literally stares down kuroo when he speaks to you at the training camp

sugawara is definitely the more relaxed one, sitting with you as you gossip about boys. he knows about all your crushes before anyone else. has let it slip on occasion but only to tease you (and to see the way daichi will immediately list off everything wrong about the person and why they don’t deserve you)

asahi is so soft for you. if you’re thirsty, he will scramble for a water bottle. you’re feeling tired? he will give you a piggyback. you don’t even need to ask him directly as he will just do it on instinct at this point (although he was very hurt after you told him off for abandoning the team)

you and the second years are the ultimate friend group, equal parts bitchy and calm

your group chat is constantly pinging, whether you’re in class or not (this is mainly due to tanaka and nishinoya being very bored and deciding to play games together. you will occasionally join in if it’s bowling or pool)

kinoshita and narita know all the gossip. they are your gossip buddies. tanaka walked into a wall while staring at kiyoko? they’ve got photographic proof and a whole video

if you want to know who’s talking shit about who, go to them. honestly, it pays to be quiet sometimes. the stuff daichi lets slip when he thinks no one is listening…

ennoshita is the group mum. he’s responsible for getting you all to practice, though this mainly includes tanaka and nishinoya. the rest of you are very responsible

in ennoshita’s mind, however, you are clubbed in with the two idiots. he believes that without his constant reminders, you’d never be anywhere on time. this is true but you aren’t going to tell him that

the dynamic between you, tanaka and nishinoya is so chaotic. for one, you’re all simps. you indulge their kiyoko obsession and they will listen to you thirst over the people you find attractive. no judgement goes on in these simping sessions, though you do use it as ammunition when you annoy each other

also definitely overprotective of you as well, though constantly show you and the other managers off to other teams to demonstrate karasuno’s superiority

kind of pisses you off and, while kiyoko walks off with yachi, you will hit them on the backs of their heads and tell them to shut up

they would prefer it to be kiyoko but both ultimately agree that you are hot when you are angry so will find out ways to do it more often

yachi and you get on well. personally, you think she’s an adorable mess (the perfect compliment to your chaotic energy)

though she is mainly kiyoko’s responsibility (daichi agreed with kiyoko when she said it would be better that you didn’t show yachi the ropes), you are the one to make her feel more at ease with voicing her opinion. she’s seen you rant at the boys enough times to know they won’t be offended

team sleepovers are a mess (honestly, you wonder why you still host them. answer - team bonding and tradition)

after hinata and kageyama tried to play volleyball with a cushion in your living room, resulting in sending a coffee table and all the glasses it was holding clattering to the floor, you refused to hold them at your place

this is also the reason why daichi, along with kiyoko, requested permission to hold a sleepover at the gym every two months

truth or dare gets crazy, though daichi draws the line when you are dared to strip and run around the school

“tanaka,” he barks, shooting the boy a glare, “that is very dangerous. it is cold. do you want y/n to get hypothermia?”

he will look sheepish and amend the dare to something a bit more tame and school friendly

there is always arguments on who gets to sleep where. when nishinoya and tanaka tried to sleep either side of kiyoko, daichi declared, while ennoshita pulled them away, that boys and girls would slip on opposite sides

you poked your tongue out at a pouting nishinoya and tanaka. you got to sleep next to the love of their lives. you were oblivious to the pout hinata was sending your way. he’d wanted to sleep next to his senpai and was now sandwiched between tsukishima and kageyama

sometimes you will prepare snacks for the boys, much to their horror (while you like to pretend you can cook, rock hard rice is not edible)

surprisingly, the only one honest about it is kageyama, who will hold the food away with a frown. “what is this shit?”

he’ll be hit over the head by tanaka, who shoots you a scared look. he was too slow and kageyama is now at risk of your anger

you plaster a sickly sweet smile on your face. “i won’t be tossing to you for extra practice today”

the worst punishment you can give him. he has to secretly ask the others until yachi finally agrees, too soft for her own good

you and the team are like a family, a messy family that argues and fights, but a family none the less

when the third years left, you may have shed a tear while you were crushed in a group hug and made them promise to keep in touch (which they were obviously going to do)

and, when you and the second years left the year after, you promised that you would keep in touch, that you’d be waiting to see kageyama and hinata on the world stage, threatening tsukishima to ensure he would reply to your messages, crushing yamaguchi and yachi in a hug. ennoshita had to pull you away otherwise you probably wouldn’t have left

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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The Fox Wedding - RUN [Bad End]

Summary: You are to marry the fox spirit Kita Shinsuke after you accidentally agreed to become his wife by signing the deed to your new home. A contract is a contract, he says, but is there more to this marriage than you know? Will you be whisked away by one of the foxy twins instead, or have to marry Kita after all? Can you be with a creature that only seems tender on the surface, or will you try to run even if it might cost you your life? Choose your route carefully, you never know what these foxes are up to!

Characters: Kitsune!Kita Shinsuke, Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Major Character Death, Blood mention, Death mention, Animal attack, Gore, Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced/Unhealthy Relationships

What makes a human life worthwhile?

Was it the prospect of forming a family? The continual circle of birth, life, and death? Was it the growing as a person that gave each individual worth? Learning how to laugh and love? Long, thoughtful nights and the achievement of creating something? Relationships, conversations, experiences, are those the things that made it worth to live?

Or was it pain, fear, and fight? Would your worth rise if you had to clench your teeth and run until your lungs threatened you to give up if you didn’t stop and rest? Could your life only gain worth from being so scared that your body trembled, but your senses heightened in an attempt to be warier of your surroundings? Every inch of your body was feelable, every muscle straining to get your attention. The perfect coordination of orders to follow was only achieved by panic and fear of falling into the hands of the people you had to get away from.

Or their paws.

Or their teeth.

These and so many other unimportant questions plagued your mind as you stumbled over roots and against trees as if you were in a haze. Was the brain capable of enduring as much fear as you were feeling, or was the reason for your questions that it was unable to continue feeling this way? Going numb would have been a preferable action, as well as a deadly one. As such, it kept you occupied, one way or another.

A loud bang resounded from behind you. It was still far away but too close at the same time. The loud crashing of a tree in the distance was only spurring you on, spreading panic as you questioned what kind of creature could break down a whole tree. You weren’t clever. You didn’t actually know an answer to that.

You didn’t want to know.

Thicket scratched at your skin, broke it, and drew blood as if it were a hundred deadly arms reaching for you, their nails scratching as they tried to grab you. Nothing in this forest wanted to let you go. Not the trees, not the bushes, not him.

Of course, you had regrets now that you chose to run. You regretted being an idiot and doing this to yourself even though there had been so many warnings. Not one of the fox people had advised you to run - at least at your own. But you couldn’t wait for a prince in shining armor. Or fur. You could wait for nobody to save you from this fate. Breaking out when you found some loose stones around the window of your cell, without proper clothing or a sense of direction, is nothing anyone would suggest you do, but then again: what else could you do?

However, most of all, you deeply regretted that you weren’t running faster.

It was almost as if it was taunting you, the heavy footsteps galloping after you. They weren’t created by feet, but you could recognize them as something very different. Perhaps watching these nature documentaries had been a waste of time, but at least they made you remember the sound of bears running through forests, their big bodies producing a hollow, echoing sound.

Not one inch of your brain wanted to acknowledge what was after you, but you were sure it wasn’t a bear.

Somehow, you wished it was. A creature that wasn’t sentient like a human would be just as deadly, but you imagined that it would be less awful than what awaited you. Even if your body still ran and ran some more, way beyond the point of exhaustion, inside of you, you were slowly losing hope.

Maybe hope is what makes life worthwhile, you thought quietly as you kept pushing forward. Only the sounds of your breathing and gasps left your mouth as you tripped over roots on the ground, but never words. Hope could create inspirations and aspirations. It ‘made mountains move’ and saved people from their worst selves if they could stay hopeful. So when had you given up the hope to escape?

Was it when Kita locked you into that cell? When he mentioned the contract? When these two fox brothers visited you but got sent away? Somewhere along the line, you must have lost it, though perhaps, only just recently, when you realized you had been found out. If this hadn’t felt like a hunt rather than a chase, maybe you could have stayed hopeful. But no matter how hard it was to look truth in the eye, you knew you were the prey of a creature you shouldn’t have messed with. All you wanted was to get out. Out of the forest, out of the vicinity of the monster chasing you.

Out of this seemingly endless nightmare.

If you were to die here, could you say your life had been worth something? Did you always do the things you wanted to do or was breaking out from the prison of the foxes your only glorious achievement? Would you leave earth with regrets or regret leaving?

These questions were the last you could think about before the hellish pain of long, sharp fangs puncturing your torso tore you out of it. How nice would it have been to die instantly on impact, unable to feel how the jaw clenched down, your lungs pierced, and your shoulder entirely crushed by force? Hear the bones cracking in the back of your mind and your arms and legs going limb?

You had imagined death differently. Even if you were unsure how you imagined it, you didn’t think it would be this way. There was so much pain that it stopped hurting. Briefly, the feeling of blood pouring out of you and dripping down your body was noticeable before it disappeared, too, as your ability to feel stopped. You realized in your mind that you shouldn’t have been able to turn your head, but pressed by adrenaline and the last, untorn nerves, you did, looking into the gleaming eyes of your monster. With a head as big as your whole body, you could only recognize the shimmering, white fur. The beautiful blue shine was mesmerizing, captivating you in these last moments of your life. Long tails waved in the far corner of your vision, and blue light illuminated this creature, making you wish it wasn’t so darn beautiful to look at, so you could have felt anything but astonishment.

The next thing you knew, the jaw around you loosened, making you drop to the ground, the last parts of your body that still twitched and jerked starting to cease their movements. In awe, you got to see how the beast turned back into the form of a human, your eyesight growing weaker by the second the more blood you lost, but you were still able to recognize the face that stepped closer, crouching down beside you.

In your head, you formed the thoughts to taunt Kita, rub it into his face how you escaped. Had you been able to, you’d have told him you’d never marry him and that he should stop crying like a child. But you were unable to. Gripping the only hand still intact tightly, Kita brought it to his face, nuzzling it. Blood - your blood - was smeared all over his face, and he kept taking deep, pained breaths of anguish. Even now, he seemed dignified, mourning the death of his beloved, and even now, you despised him for it, thinking he had no right.

“No… no…” he lamented, and you thought that it was unfair he got to cry small blue tears about you while you weren’t able to control what was going on with your body.

“I’m so sorry, [Name]! I’m so sorry… I… I couldn’t control it… I was so angry and hurt… I couldn’t…”

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of other creatures approached, and Kita took a deep breath. As if he could hide these emotions he was feeling by simply pushing them deeper inside of him, he bit his lips to keep them locked inside before deciding he’d rather kiss the back of your hand with his mouth. “Forgive me,” he whispered. “Please… forgive me.”

What kind of man or creature could sit by the side of the person they claimed they loved, mauled, and then ask for forgiveness? His hand brushed over your head as if to comfort you, and you heard more voices approaching, though they turned quiet as they understood what was going on. Someone said something you didn’t understand, and Kita only muttered, “Not yet,” in return. His eyes never left you, and finally, you realized that this was how you were going to die.

By Kita’s side.

Ah, if only you could have said something to him. Something that would have haunted him for the rest of his life if he truly cared for you as much as he assured you before. Finally, you understood these novels where people sought revenge against others. Though it was probably your body torn apart, but it was as if something was eating you from the inside, this intense desire to at least have an impact on your murderer’s life. Take some of the worth from him just like he had taken from you.

“Do you remember--”

His sentences started to become incomplete. Kita’s mouth moved, but you didn’t hear what he was saying. It was hard to see now, your vision was not blurry, but you couldn’t focus anymore.

“--- fox --- gave me --- we --- never ---”

Then, your name. Again. Your shoulders shaking, but all you could focus on was how hard it was becoming to breathe.

“--- don’t leave --- I love ---”

Taking your last breath felt almost like taking a big gulp of water and breathing out afterwards.

And then it was dark.

It should have been different. Your whole life should have been different. Moving to Japan should have been a new start to an entirely new chapter, but it led to the worst decision you had ever made. Perhaps you shouldn’t have run away. Maybe you should have stayed and embraced the marriage. Or you could have waited just a little bit longer for someone who’d keep you safe after all. Even if you had accepted the marriage, something good could have come out of it, and you should have just taken what you could.

But you didn’t. You died in the arms of the creature you wanted to get away from. The person you despised the most for putting you into this situation and killing you. Are you sure this is the path you wanted to take?

Was it worth it to risk your life?

Or will you try again?

➤ Go back to the prologue to change your fate

➤ Stay dead

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kuro-dahlia · 3 years

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The Obey Me! men, but they get kabedoned by a strong Male MC

(WARNING: Some NSFW references)

Lucifer

- Shock and awe at first, then the lecturing, and THEN the smug reverse card where he tells the MC that he's the one who must perform the kabedon on them. Not the other way around. Either way, the MC may have struck a special nerve because once the two of them walk away, he does sense a feeling of amusement from being pinned by such a strong man in such a way.

Mammon

- "WOAH?! Oi, what are you doing!? Is this about the money you asked me to lend you back after I borrowed some of yours?.. D-Don't be so close to my face like that, i-idiot!.." Also shocked at first, but he can't really kabedon the MC back unless he really has the nerve for it (and if he can handle the bashfulness he gets when the two are so close together). Once the MC pulls away and laughs it off to let him know it's just for fun, he'll still be a fairly flustered mess but will shake it off as well, just letting it go with a quick "Geez, don't scare me like that!" before giving him a small chuckle as well.. Even though in his mind he was kind of hoping for a little extra contact.

Leviathan

- "WOOOO-!?!" Okay but for real, this guy is going to be as red as a perfectly ripe summer tomato from head to toe. He never thought this would happen to him, but the fact it's happening by the big, strong man in the house that he's been developing some serious feelings for? Is this a dream? Because whether it is or not, this is the best day of his life. Even if he can't exactly say it out loud unless the MC can understand him through his sputtering.

Satan

- Gets wide eyed and defensive at first from the impact against the wall, but then when he sees who had slammed him there he couldn't resist a smug expression either. The large male MC is performing what he recalled was the "kabedon" on him? Part of him felt rather turned on and also daring to switch the position at that moment to pin the towering man against the wall instead. But since they were in a mostly public location, he could only tease the MC with a "Watch your step or I'll have to punish you~."

Asmodeus

- "Ah!! Oh, MC! Please be gentle!.." Gets a bit pouty or even just plain upset at first. But when the MC offers him an apology and a soft stroke to the cheek to make him focus on him, he just couldn't stay mad for long and lets it go with a giggle and a peck to the lips after a short lecturing. He wouldn't be lying either if he said that he would love having the MC pin him onto his bed with all that strength of his.

Beelzebub

- Big man against a big man? It would probably be hard to tell if the MC was doing a kabedon on Beel or wanting to wrestle with him with all the strength he has to put into pressing him onto a wall. At first, Beel would even be confused until the MC quietly refers to what he is doing. Once he understands, the two would just laugh it off until the MC pulls away... And then while he is distracted, he wouldn't be expecting the large gluttonous demon to grab his wrists and have his turn pinning him to the wall. "As fun as this 'kabedon' seems, I think I like it better seeing such a big guy like you pinned like this~..."

Belphegor

- If he's really tired, he would either take a while to process what the MC is doing, or become wide awake at the sudden contact. For a moment he would also be defensive too, thinking the MC wants to threaten him or fight. But when the MC briefly explains his motives, he calms down enough to just be confused before telling him off not to frighten him in such a way or else he would've hurt him. Of course though, the snide little devil would also admit that he wouldn't mind the MC doing such an action when they have much more privacy together.

Diavolo

- "Oh! What are you doing, MC? Is this a special game~?" Kind of oblivious to the action at first, but based on the smile curling onto the MC's lips along with the quiet snickers slipping out from them, he knew it must've been a little joke they wanted to pull off on him. He was still impressed though that the man in front of him could pin him so hard against the wall due to his own personal strength causing a struggle for some who wanted to fight him in the past. But eventually he also finds amusement, and tells the MC before they pull away that he would enjoy them doing the action more often on him.

Barbatos

- Before the MC even managed to slam his hands on each side of Barbatos and pin him to a wall close by, the butler would do a swift sidestep and remain poise even with the surprised male looking at him with their hands against the wall. "Nice try, MC. I could sense your mischief before I even reached you at the end of the hall." Even though the plan didn't work, he does give them a more sly looking smile as he whispers into their ear that he could offer them a much more exciting way to be pinned down when he was off-duty.

Solomon

- He's heard about this action, and seen it a lot from Levi's animes whenever they spent a day together, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to him. Much less by the tall, masculine MC their selves. Although the impact against the wall seemed forceful, he still remained calm enough to chuckle and question the MC's reasoning behind their plan. Once he understood that it was just for fun and curiosity of his reaction, he lets the situation go and shakes his head at the MC's childishness. Maybe next time he'll think up a spell that could increase his strength to get back at him.

Simeon

- "*Gasp!* Ah, MC! You scared me, eheh~!.." Would be pretty flustered and confused at first as well, but after the large male in front of him meant no harm he calms down as well and presses his hands on his chest to gently push him away for room to breathe after a near heart attack. The angel has never dealt with an experience like this in his life, so he didn't know how to react on the morality of it. But he did know that as shocking as it was at first being pushed into the wall in such a forceful way by the MC, he also found it.. exciting?.. Uh oh...

Luke

- Male MC: *One handed kabedon!*

Luke: AH!?! What was that for-?!

Male MC: Shhh, I got the stuff for you kiddo. *Hands him one of those Zebra Cake snacks.*

Luke: O-Oh, um, thanks MC!.. *Takes it thankfully but still looks at him all shocked.*

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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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How would you go about writing omega Jason with Alpha Dick?

Man oh man- Omega!Jason with Alpha!Dick is always such a bop.

It depends really! I see so many fics with insecure Jason thinking Dick is too good for him which is nice and definitely in character- but sometimes it makes me crave the other end of the spectrum?

Like a confident, sexy Jason who teases Dick with his scent and body until the alpha wants to implode? I also like the idea of Jason being raised by an Omeganist!Alfred and Omega!Talia to be badass, sassy and sensual. Bras? Suppressants? Painful heats?

Not for Jason Todd!

He embraces his Omega-ninity and it wreaks havoc on Dick's hormones. Dick being a more conservative alpha would definitely find himself overwhelmed but enamored!

Here's something playful with a clumsy Alpha!Dick and confident pack Omega!Jason!

Tiddies Out - JayDick

Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaDick, OmegaJason, Pining, Crack treated Seriously, Lactating, Heat Cycles, Omega Tim, Alpha Bruce, Pup Damian- Just Dick being an obvious pining idiot and Jason enjoying his reactions-

Jason doesn’t mind being an omega. How could he when it’s one of the superior options? While Alpha’s often lost themselves to aggression during rutting season and beta’s scrambled to placate them- Omega’s got to sit back and watch the show.

Being the object of an alpha’s fascination has many perks. First off? The gifts. Lavish offerings make their way to him with little to no effort. Weaponry from Talia, Expensive silks and poisons from Ras, The latest tech from Tim and Bruce. It's an endless parade really. One of the few things that make this more bearable to put up with.

He’s a heavy milker. Always has been.

Maybe it’s from growing up in an abusive household. Perhaps it's in response to being closer to the pack’s pups or hell, maybe his body is just gearing up for the imaginary children it wants to have. Regardless of the reason Jason’s tits are aching.

They seem extra tender tonight. The cold dingy air does little to ease the tension under his armor. He shifts and the way his pads squish under bullet proof chest plates is a pain. He curses and tries to ignore it. Something that’s getting harder as the cotton under his clothing reaches its limit. Tsk- 4 hours his ass. It’s barely been 2 and he’s about to make a mess of his gear.

As annoying as it is. He reluctantly reaches into his kit to get two fresh napkins to change. Other omega’s might be shy to do this in public but Jason has always been more practical about it. Breasts are breasts, no reason to get all crazy about it.

Though it probably didn’t hurt that Jason himself had a nice rack. He knows what the other heroes say about him behind his back. His figure has never been more appreciated than now in his prime. The dip in the pit did wonders at helping him bulk up. Thighs thick, emphasising his trim waist. In the throws of season his ample chest gives him an illusion of an hourglass figure. While some people would say omega’s should be small and dainty, he has yet to meet an alpha or beta who can resist him.

Not to be vain but he is nothing else if not attractive.

He’s got his top half way off when the sound of a near violent thud echoes out in the darkness. The hiss of pain gives away the alpha before his scent can. Jason doesn’t even turn in his direction. Instead he keeps his attention on the sopping pads under the compression shirt. He hisses as the gentle adhesive pulls from his throbbing mamories.

“ You alright over there goldie? “

He gets a groan for an answer. A nicer person would have maybe let the other man know about his current state of undress. Too bad that Jason isn’t exactly known for being ‘nice’. He carefully wraps up one cotton cloth. Once he’s clean and dry, he applies another. It’s quick and easy work. The slight chill does wonders against his flush skin.

The worn form of Nightwing crawls from the side of the building. There’s a pretty good bruise on his cheek Jason is 90% sure that the acrobat had a less than graceful landing. He’s always been weird about nudity. Even back when they mostly had the same parts. He rolls his eyes as the man pointedly tries not to look at him. He can’t help scoffing at the false modesty.

“ Hood. You shouldn’t do this out in the open like this. Anyone could see you. “

Everyone knows Jason is an omega, by extension that means Red Hood. It’s one of the reasons why his territory is so well protected. No one wants to cross an omega. While the fangs in their mouths were now more for scruffing kits, no one had forgotten the days when they were for hunting prey and tearing out throats.

He would flash his at Dick but he’s wearing his helmet and would probably just looks stupid. He manages to get the other pad off. It’s absolutely drenched. His left teet is definitely working harder than the right. The sheer weight of the cotton makes a loud squelch as it hits the little plastic bag at his feet.

He snorts. “ And you know what they’d say N? Best tits in Gotham. “

The alpha’s face is anything but amused. The furrow of his brow and spike in his scent is territorial and aggressive. It’s laughable really considering the fact that between the two of them, Jason is actually the one in charge of protecting the pack. It’s all a part of being the lead omega.

Whether Bruce or Dick want to accept it or not.

“ Stop objectifying yourself like that. “

Jason enjoys the feeling of being clean and dry as he gets the other cotton adhesive on. It’s a welcome sensation. Especially when he straightens his armor and it’s a little less chafing and tight.

“ It’s only objectication if I say I’m only a nice pair of tits Wing. Luckily I’ve got a nice set of thighs too.“

He pays Dick no mind as he stands and packs away his used pads to be thrown away later. He might have to call it an early night at the rate. With the way fall is quickly approaching his heat is just dying to make an appearance. Perhaps he could get away with offering himself to the foster system. With the amount of milk he’s making now it would be better for the pups who need it to benefit instead of it all going to the trash.

“ Hood! “ The sound is a scandalized growl. It’s funny enough that Jason throws his head back and laughs free and clear. With the voice modulator it’s mean and menacing. Amusement bubbles in his chest. He can’t help taking off his helmet so that Dick can take in just how wide his smile is.

“ Sorry Wing. I’m a pretty girl. What can I say? “

Talia is nothing but progressive. While many omega’s in the west suffer from low self esteem. Jason learned his worth quickly. Confidence is beauty. The more one loves themselves, adores them selves and takes time to know themselves the more they blossom. It’s a deep healing that not everyone gets to understand. A privilege for a few chosen omegas. He cocks his head and smiles and see’s the exact moment Dick starts losing his footing in the conversation.

The alpha is tongue tied.

“ That’s not what I mean and you know it Hood. “

Jason shrugs. Once he’s got his stuff away he’s ready to run roofs and actually get some work done.

“ Sorry Goldie. It’s 2021 and haven’t you heard? Red Hood says free the tiddies. “

He doesn’t wait for a response as he makes a running start towards the edge of the building. It’s always such a thrill. He tucks a bit to clear the gap. The moment his legs touch the concrete the sound is silent despite the bulk of his frame. Dick calls after him but he loses the words in the wind. Laughter bubbles up in his throat. He wouldn’t be a prude just because his family wanted to be sexually repressed more than they wanted to be happy.

Dick doesn’t try to catch up with him and Jason finishes the night patrolling with Tim and Stephanie.

He manages to get an entire three hours out of the next set of pads. Instead of changing out in the open he accepts Alfred’s invitation back at the manor for a warm bath and cookies. Tim stares at his chest while Jason gets himself decent.

Tim is a gorgeous omega, with a slender petite frame and porcelain doll-like features. He always seems to get shy in the presence of Jason’s more unconventional curves.

Jason knows what low self esteem looks like. The younger omega wears it no matter how much bravo he tries to exude. Jason brushes against him briefly and lightly. His usual fragrance is marshmellowy from the sweetness of milk that clings to it.

There’s an immediate blush as Tim ducks away. Clearly he’s embarrassed from being caught. Though in reality where is the shame in a little boob appreciation amongst omegas?

“ You know Timmy, you gotta stop wearing bras. Maybe if you show a glimpse of those pretty pink nips Kon would take the hint. “

Tim goes red from his ears to his chest. Jason can practically see the steam coming from his ears. He slaps his hands over his petite breast quick enough to hurt. Jason wants to let him scamper off but instead he presses into his space even more. Long gone is the perfume of pup, now that Tim has come fully into his omega hood. Every day his scent leans more and more towards caramel and sugar.

“ Uhg you’re such a jerk. “

Tim tries to dodge out of his hold but Jason gets him anyway. The omega yelps and Jason ducks him right between each swollen peck. They are red and tender from patrol. He hasn’t put on new pads yet so some milk beads at his nipples. The little shriek Tim lets out is hilarious.

“ You’re going to get milk in my hair! Jason stop- God you suck- “

The omega fights and Jason lets him go before the two actually get into it. It’s light and playful. Well for the most part. Tim gets some milk on his face and the teen honest to God looks terrified. He curses all the way to the shower stall to take another quick bath all while Jason cackles at his misfortune.

“ I swear to God, when I start milking I'm going to get you back Ten fold! “

Jason rolls his eyes. As if.The last thing Jason’s afraid of is milk. It’s a natural thing. God everyone in this pack is repressed.

“ We’ll see about that Timberella! “

The omega hisses and Jason has to hold back a laugh as he leaves the shower. He’s so light and high from the interaction that he completely for gos a shirt. Not that he really wants to wear one. Not with how milk heavy and tender his chest is. Alfred’s always been pretty cool about it too. Being from the 60’s and all that jazz.

Jason maybe gets half way through the cave before the sound of metal crashing draws his attention. Dick walks cleanly into one of the metal tables in the middle of the lab space, knocking over tools and gadgets.

Bruce is thoroughly unimpressed from where he’s helping Damian stretch before bed. He’s in half of his costume, suppressors and scent blockers gone. The sheer disappointment in Damian’s gaze is astonishing.

“ Richard, please control yourself. “

The alpha looks like a deer caught in headlights, his mortification absolutely palpable in the air.

Jason does catch his eyes on his chest though. He smirks and sees the moment horror grows in those bright blue eyes. Instead of heading towards the stairs he decides to circle back towards the group.

Bruce chuffs from his position on the floor. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing but does tilt towards him in reverence. It’s been the biggest change in their dynamic. Bruce finally learning to respect Jason as not only a pack mate, but the pack omega. He greets him with a scenting.

Unlike Dick the alpha seems to pay little attention to his milking.

Damian’s puppy nose twitches as he leans towards him. It makes his heart flutter really. While Damian would never ask, Jason has thought of offering his breast many times. While Technically too old for it, they’ve all done their fair share of growing up too quickly. Something that Jason Laments as well as appreciates.

He scents Damian more thoroughly than Bruce, making him bristle. The boy tries to move out of his hold, hands swatting him away.

“ Todd cease your pestering immediately! If I smell of milk my peers will assume I still breastfeed. “

Jason snorts and pulls back from the prickly pup. Bruce gets a stupid fond look on his face and for a brief moment he feels it echoing on his lips.

“ And what’s wrong with that? If your pack omega is milking of course as a pup you’re welcome to it. “

Damian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His mouth opens in disbelief. Clearly, Damian in fact did not know that. Bruce stares as well, his scent turning into a sweet blend of ‘love-admiration-awe’. It draws a shiver up Jason’s spine. The tender mix of affection from his pack blankets over him like a net of spun sugar.

Jason doesn’t know why he feels drawn to look at Dick. The alpha hasn’t said anything in the past minute. He cuts his gaze to the stone still alpha and his heart flutters in excitement. The looks of jealousy and want is so strong that his intentions sparkle clear like aquamarine in shallow ocean waters.

The alpha is so much more honest when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.

He grins at Dick.

The alpha immediately shrinks in shame and embarrassment.

“ And of course any alpha spending my heat with me. “

#cinnatalks #Alpha!Dick #Omega!Jason #Omegaverse #Answer #Ficlets #Tiddies out #jaydick

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devotion · 3 years

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the boy with a cute face → p.p

summary: you reminisce the time when peter was nervous asking you out on your first date.

notes: for @theamazingtomholland 's writing challenge! prompt in bold. <3

word count: 1.3k+ | p.p masterlist

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"no, i was perfectly normal asking you out then." peter huffed.

you snickered, "yeah right, define normal."

he knew you secretly loved retelling the story when peter first tried to sweep you off your feet ─ purely for the way he acted: cute, shy and so endearing. you'd squeeze his cheeks together and attack his face and neck with kisses when he would get embarrassed about it, the warmth you already had in your heart for him would increase tenfold.

without a doubt, he loved it too.

"i'll show you normal." that being said, peter came close to you, his hands finding their way to your stomach as you physically prepared for what was to come. usually when either of you tickled the other, it would end up in a big cuddle session as you tried to slow your breathing down. so this time, you didn't mind it.

it was bizarre that at one point in his life, peter found you intimidating. this intelligent girl that for whatever reason wanted to be his friend. he even would find it hard to utter just the simple few words like 'yeah, that's the answer' or 'no no, she gave the homework yesterday,' because of how the words would form a lump in his throat - unwillingly - nevermind holding a conversation with you. however, as time went by, luckily peter realised you were just as dorky as he was. there was really nothing intimidating about you.

and maybe, he began to start liking how you were around him. carefree, enthusiastic and all in all, you were just very breathtaking to look at.

what peter didn't know - at the time - was that you didn't refer to him by his name to your friends. just something along the lines of 'that very cute guy'. you always missed the smirks on your friends' faces when you'd get carried away by gushing how good he is at physics and spanish - the only classes you sat cat close to him with.

and with that, it took a few attempts from your friends to give peter the courage to ask you out. you didn't know what you would do without them if he hadn't. for that day particularly holds a special place in your heart.

you remembered the way he stumbled whilst he walked to you, tripping over nothing, since ned had shoved him towards you. what made the matter worse was dropping a few books in the process.

you posed, "you okay?" after you picked up his chemistry book and gave it to him. frantic, peter shoved them into his backpack.

"yeah yeah, i-" entranced by your presence once again, and the little physical contact when he took his book from you. yet, he had to shake out of his stupor once he realised that your friends were around you too.

he immediately gulped; they were a tad bit terrifying when they decided to step in between the two of you and help you out. you excused their behaviour just this once as they didn't want to see you a heartbroken mess after your breakup months prior with your ex.

realising this, you ushered your friends to their lockers, saying to them that you'd come in a bit once you were done.

smiling, you took hold of his arm, and brought him to the side. "you were saying?"

the pressure seemingly lessened without your friends eagle-eyeing him down, "i- i- needed some help with the chemistry assignment we had which is due tomorrow."

"peter, i'm not in your chemistry class." you responded but instead of rejecting him like that, you continued, "i could ask one of my friends actually-" your hand and thumb pointed to somewhere behind you.

as soon as you're about to leave with "i'll go get her" peter immediately reacted by clutching your hand and squeaking, "don't go! don't go!"

upon registering the alarming look on your face straight away, he apologised a couple of times. peter was already making a fool of himself and he wondered why you hadn't left his foolish self alone by then. surely he looked like an idiot.

but that fact was that you stayed. stayed with him through thick and thin. stayed with him from the very beginning.

you remembered staring at each other for a while after he apologised, paying no heed to the usual racket in the hallway.

eventually, you cleared your throat and it's like you felt a tension in the air that wasn't needed. so, you quipped,

"you have a crush on me or something?"

peter was quick to say, "no! of course not!" he crossed his arms, hands rushing to his underarms to rub the ink that was on them. written were the things he would say to you as an aid - whether or not he got stuck in asking you to come to his birthday party over the summer.

you still mimic the way he does that even now. you realise how he absent-mindedly does it whatever the mood he's in. but you do it now because it's the first thing you noticed him doing when he got flustered back then. and it reminded you how your love so young sprung from something so simple.

reflecting on this, peter wondered how if he never had that encounter with you, things would have been different. he shouldn't have asked, but he did anyway, fiddling with the hem of his jumper that you wore, "would you...ever consider getting back with your ex?"

"my ex? yeah, i'd hit that," you teased whilst peter widened his eyes at your comment, "this time with a car or a baseball bat."

he chuckled after he exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding in, pecking your neck which was followed by a teasing bite.

"you always know how to give me heart palpitations, don't you, babe?"

"well, that's tragic," you replied, tilting your head and smiling up at him. amused, he closed his eyes, a grin adorning his face as he rested it afterwards in the crook of your neck. all what blossomed in the air was the peace and serenity that you both loved sharing every so often - compared to the times you both liked being your chaotic selves.

it was all calming until a police siren was heard out and the two of you shared a knowing look.

"saved by the siren, huh." you said as you sat up, disentangling yourself from peter's warm embrace.

"what do you mean saved. now i'm deprived of the everlasting love you give me." he pouted, still getting his suit ready and retrieving his mask from the bedside table as he said so.

you rolled your eyes, watching him make his way to your window, landing on the fire escape swiftly. but he turned around before he had to run off, looking at you with pleading eyes as he puckered up his lips.

"only you would hold up your duties just for a stupid kiss."

"i cherish all my kisses with you, y/n." he simpered, watching you get off the bed and come to him, "and no, how dare you say your kisses are stupid."

you melted instantly when his lips met yours─although it was difficult with your upper body only supported by the windowsill─and let go once his gloved hand caressed your cheek.

with one last kiss on your nose, he spoke, "save me the cookie dough?"

"sure thing, spidey." you gave him a little wave, in which he returned and pulled on his mask. running backwards, peter blew you a kiss and when he saw you catch it, he was off - shooting a web off into the distance.

you thought about him with much adoration for a while after; a happy and tingling feeling etched the depths of your heart and words couldn't suffice how much you loved him.

the boy with a cute face was yours. and he always will be.

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musette22 · 3 years

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Lmao the one thing the creators literally didn’t consider was the Steve in the ice cause there’s no way Peggy would just accept 2023!steve without an explanation of what the fuck he’s doing there instead of the other.

For my personal peace of mind here’s a little fanfic: 2023!Steve did create an alternate branch of reality that was meant to happen. Past!Steve and Bucky are rescued and 2023 leaves notes to help them prepare for Thanos and other disasters way in advance. Unfortunately 2023 Steve’s machine breaks preventing him from going home right away. He’s stuck in time again and is visibly distraught to the point where no one knows how to comfort him. So as he is the only one to know how it was created he tries to builds new version out of desperation even when the tech is not invented yet. One time the howling commandos are messing around and accidentally send off a signal to 2023. They saw it did something but are terrified to upset future Steve again. In the future Sam and Bucky find out through Bruce that Steve is trying to connect with co-ordinates to get back but can’t get through so they build a new machine and travel back to the past. When they get there they come face to face with past Steve and Bucky with the Howling Commandos which shocks them. They get told what happened and 2023!Bucky demands to see his Steve. Say he’s at a safe house no one apart from Peggy and the commandos know about, Sam shakes his head at the desperation to see Steve but no judgement because he also wants to see him. Once they get there future Bucky literally speed walks to the front door, if he’s running no one says anything. As soon as he raises his hand to knock the door is opened to reveal the tired, older counterpart. Like idiots they freeze and just stare at each other for a few moments then Steve gets out of it and places both of his hands on the sides of Bucky’s face and pulls him into a heated first kiss, eagerly reciprocated by the other who winds his arms tightly around Steve’s waist pulling him closer. They both tear up in the moment because they’ve been separated enough and finally allow themselves to have this. Forgetting about the audience outside until they hear the commotion from them.

Meanwhile, Peggy is laughing at them and The Commandos would just wolf whistle at the two because they aren’t idiots to see how fondly the future counterparts talk about one another. All the while their past selves are having a crisis because they were terrified how the other would react to feelings but it seems their future counterparts sorted out that answer for them. More like an ‘oh’ moment. Sam would just be shaking his head like it’s about damn time then yells at Bucky for hogging Steve because damn it he wants to hug Steve too. They end up ridiculously arguing which sets 2023!Steve off laughing while Bucky stares adoringly at him. Sam gets his hug in the end. Everyone ends up in the safe house and Sam reveals another device for Steve so he can come back. Bucky just grinning throughout it. Steve ends up crying because he finally can go home. It’s an emotional day for him all around. They all say goodbye to Peggy and the commandos, thanking them for taking care of Steve. Also they tell their past Steve’s to stop waiting around and get it together. A closure for 2023!Bucky and Steve who couldn’t say goodbye before. Once that’s done they press the button and head back to the future.

The old Steve who gave Sam his shield in the Endgame scene was actually that timelines Steve who got to grow old with his family and friends. His future was saved because of the notes on events that happened regarding the Avengers. He knew what to do because 2023 him spoke about handing the Shield off to a guy called Sam. Which obviously he met. Sort of like a full circle moment.

This is just a fun idea to entertain. I didn’t realise how long this got, sorry for rambling Minnie. Hope you are doing well. xx

😭😭😭😭 YES. What a beautiful story. The ultimate fix-it!!! I think parts of this went over my head because I suck at the time travel thing, but I got the most important parts I think and I adore it 😭😭😭😭 Especially the part about Steve and Bucky being reunited and falling into each other's arms, kissing in front of everyone and most importantly their past counterparts who are also helplessly in love but didn't think it would be reciprocated 😭😭😭😭 Oh my lord, the softness of that. Thank you so much for this, darling, now someone at Marvel make this happen please!!! <3 Hope you're having a wonderful day, darling! 😘

#I don't think that was the one thing they didn't consider btw #but it was definitely one of the things!#stucky #anti endgame #minnie answers

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haloshornsinkstains · 3 years

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Kisses Under The Mistletoe with the Captain Squad Pt.2

Mistletoe kisses headcanons feat: Ushijima, Daishou, Terushima and Kita I found these a little harder to write (I really need to rewatch their episodes a few more times), but I kinda like the Daishou one? He’s grown on me.

No real content warnings, just some smooching and gross overuse of brackets and strikethrough

Ushijima

This is 100% Tendou’s fault and he’s not in the slightest bit sorry about it. Originally he was trying to mess with Goshiki (the future ace might have a bit of a crush on you and Tendou is not about to let any opportunity for mischief pass him by).

It sounded kinda funny at first, so you agreed to go along with it, only apparently Karma likes to act fast because you end up standing under mistletoe with Ushijima of all people. Tendou finds this even more hilarious than his original plan - “Satori, what are you doing?”

Tendou is grinning and gesturing at the mistletoe while you pray for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Mistletoe Wakatoshi! You have to kiss!”

“Why?”

“It’s tradition! And it’s ro-man-tic~”

“Mistletoe is a parasitic species and could kill trees, I do not see what is romantic about it.”

He’s adorable. You want to die, but god his seriousness is just too cute. You’re going to murder Tendou for this later, but there’s no way he’s going to let you leave unless you kiss.

“Ushijima-san… I, um, I wouldn’t mind. Unless you don’t want you…” if the ground could hurry up and swallow you that would be great.

“I am not opposed to kissing you.” He frowns down at you, as if the idea he would protest is absurd. “I still do not understand the significance of the mistletoe however.” You’re trying not to pass out with shock while Tendou makes kissing noises in the background.

He bends down to kiss you, and it’s softer and more delicate than even your softest daydreams had been able to come up with, a chaste press of lips that somehow feels like so much more.

Your soul has left your body. You are dead. Tendou’s fate is yet to be decided

Daishou

You and Daishou aren’t exactly enemies, though anyone who didn’t know you well could easily be fooled into thinking you were. The barbs you sent at each other were mostly your way of bonding, and in your case your way of hiding your feelings for him.

Though when you ran into him at a college party you weren’t exactly thrilled with that turn of events, especially since you’d spotted two of your course-mates pinning mistletoe in various doorways.

“Didn’t expect to see you slither in here Suguru.”

He smirks. “That just makes it sound like you were thinking about me Y/N-chan.”

“Only about avoiding you.” You huff, turning away only to catch sight of some mistletoe in your peripheral vision. Unfortunately for you, Daishou spots it too.

“Sure you weren’t thinking about catching me under the mistletoe?”

You try and fail to contain the flush that rises on your cheeks. “Not even if you begged. I’ll be checking the doorways.”

You huff and quickly make your exit, far too aware of the way he’s smirking at your back as you leave.

Unfortunately for you, you don’t do as great a job of checking doorways before going through them as you had hoped. Finding yourself trapped under a sprig of mistletoe with your traitorous best friend grinning at you and gesturing none-too-subtly at your rival/crush.

This is where it gets interesting, you expect some sort of sarcastic remark from him, some call back to you telling him ‘not even if he begged’, but instead you're faced with silence. And when you glance up his cheeks are tinged pink and he’s trying (and failing) to look anywhere but at your lips.

Sensing a chance for victory (and a free opportunity to kiss your crush without having to admit your feelings) you lean up into his personal space, swallowing down your embarrassment to grab the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. One he returns perhaps a bit too eagerly to play off as just tradition, fingers gripping your waist tightly until you have to part for air.

“I win this round Suguru.” You whisper, winking at him as you melt back into the crowd.

If the two of you leave the party together, tangled in each others arms, well no one dares comment.

Terushima

Okay, first hear me out - Terushima 100% owns a pair of novelty boxers with mistletoe on them because he thought it was hilarious. (This has no bearing on the rest of the headcanon, I just needed to say it)

Terushima has a reputation, everyone knows it. He’s trouble, a fuckboy, the hair and the tongue piercing just prove that. He’s not, he’s an adorable puppy of a man, people are just dumb. - You were kinda worried about it when you first started dating, what with the number of people who tried to warn you off him, but since you know what kind of person he is really you’re pretty good at just tuning it out.

That doesn’t mean other people are going to drop it though, and some people seem to think that because of his reputation as a flirt (and because he’s terrible at saying no) that they can use the festive season and mistletoe to swoop in on him. It is a problem.

It’s not that you don’t trust him, you do, but he can be an idiot. Your idiot.

So when you spot him cornered by some girls outside the cafe you were supposed to be meeting at, eyeing the mistletoe hanging over his head with a look of utter panic you just sigh. You get the crowd just as you see his shoulders drooping, the ringleader piping up with “it’s just a kiss on the cheek Terushima-san! It’s fine~” and pouting sadly “you’ll break my heart if you say no again”.

Time to save your man.

You clear your throat pointedly, walking through the crowd and right up to your boyfriend's side with a smile.

“Oh look Yuuji, mistletoe!”

He perks up immediately, grinning at you and tugging you into him for a kiss. It’s maybe a bit too steamy for public, to prove a point, but you’re not going to complain. When he pulls away his face is full of confidence, and he throws a cocky smirk at the crowd as he leads you towards the cafe entrance.

“Sorry ladies, there’s only one person I want to kiss under the mistletoe.”

You love him so much.

Kita

Like Ushijima, Kita doesn’t really get it. He’s seen Suna avoiding certain parts of the corridors, and Atsumu trying to get caught by girls in certain doorways with sprigs of leaves hanging in them, but he doesn’t actually understand why. He just chalks it up to the second years being their weird second year selves.

But it keeps happening and it’s starting to interfere with practice so eventually he just asks.

“Wha? Ya never heard of kissin’ someone under the mistletoe?”

“No. That would be why I asked.”

“If yer caught standing with someone under mistletoe ya have ta kiss them! It’s a tradition.”

Kita is just frowning at Astumu, his Grandma never mentioned any such tradition and he’s trying to work out whether the setter is messing with him. Luckily Aran spots his expression and comes in to save him.

“I think it’s a western tradition Kita-san.”

Kita nods, cogs in his brain starting to turn. His thoughts drift to you, he’s always thought of you as a friend and the two of you get along extremely well, but now he’s realising that maybe he wants it to be something more when his first thought is of kissing you under the mistletoe.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else notices the shift in his expression and put the pieces together. Operation Y/N and Kita under the mistletoe is go.

Suna has zero interest in actually taking part in Atsumu’s dumbass plan, but he is going to be there to get everything on camera. The world needs documentation of the Miya twins and their ridiculous schemes.

In the end all their planning backfires when Kita just meets you outside your classroom at the end of the day and leads you down one of the corridors he knows he’s seen some mistletoe hanging in. You stop under some and just kind of stare at him confused.

“Um, Shin? I don’t under-”

“The team told me it’s tradition to kiss someone under mistletoe. I’d like to kiss you Y/N.” He looks calm, but his cheeks are on fire and he can’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds.

You are floored. You really like him, but you always thought he just saw you as a friend, and while this isn’t the most standard of confessions it’s so Kita and you’re just so happy.

“I’d very much like to kiss you too Shin.”

Suna sends you the photographic evidence later (you’re too happy to ask how he got that photo), and while everyone tries to act surprised when you turn up to their practice holding the captain’s hand, you know they already knew.

#my writing #headcanons #haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #daishou suguru #terushima yuuji #kita shinsuke #ushijima x reader #daishou x reader #terushima x reader #kita x reader #mistletoe #fluff #kissing #halo.writes #halo.headcanons

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justcourttee · 3 years

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MariJon, where Valentine's Day is coming up and both of them are trying to figure out how to ask each other out without making it weird and turn to their mutual best friend, Damian. Lots and lots of awkwardness and pining please 😊

This is so cute and so fun to write. I hope you like it!

Damian Wayne: The Love Doctor

Valentine’s Day.

It’s the day that initiates feelings of romance and longing in people across the globe. For couples, it’s a day to spoil each other and gorge on chocolates and fancy dinners. However, for the singles, it’s a day of anxiety and stress hoping that someone returns their feelings or risk sitting dejected for another year alone.

For Jon, it was the latter. This year though, he was determined for it to be different. Thanks to Damian, Jon met Marinette this year. They were always hanging out in one of the League’s hideouts and after several months of begging, Damian finally introduced him. To say it was love at first sight almost felt like an understatement.

So if he felt this way, it should be easy to step forward and hand her the box of chocolates that he had clutched in his hands as he moved to the store’s checkout. Except it wasn’t easy, after all, he had no way of knowing how she felt and Jon wasn’t sure he could handle the idea of Marinette rejecting him.

“-and that’s how I found myself here. How am I supposed to ask her out if I don’t know if she’ll say yes?”

“Yes, that does sound quite perplexing.” Damian flipped the page in his novel, his eyes glued to the words. Jon was positive he wasn’t paying attention, but he had no one else he could go to. Taking a deep breath, Jon darted forward snapping the book from his best friend’s grasp.

The look that Damian gave him would usually be enough to send Jon running leaving the book in his tracks, but he was so worried about asking out Marinette, he honestly had no value for his life at the moment.

“What is it that you think I can do for you, Jon? I myself have never been interested in relationships. They are quite meaningless if there is nothing you can obtain through the partnership.”

Jon scratched the back of his neck as his eyes clung to the ground. Damian was right. He never had a relationship and never seemed to be interested in them so for Jon to ask him advice on how to ask out Marinette, well, it wasn’t his smartest move.

“It’s just-you see-I know that but-”

“Kent, for the love of whatever being may be out there, spit out your sentence.”

“You’re my only friend Damian!”

He hadn’t meant to shout it, the volume even earning a raised eyebrow from Damian’s usually stoic face.

“I’m just-I’m just desperate. I really want this to go over well.”

Damian’s stare sent a shiver down his spine as they stared in silence for a moment and then two. Just when he was sure his friend was about to snap, he did something that surprised him even more.

“Violets.”

“Excuse me?”

Breaking their stare, Damian reached behind him tossing Jon a notebook and pen without a second look.

“You better write this down Kent because I’ll only say it once. Her favorite flowers are violets so that’s where you’re gonna start.”

Jon’s eyes widened as he scrambled to open the first page of the notebook jotting down the words that were spilling out of Damian’s mouth. By the time his friend had sent him away, Jon was almost confident that this plan could work. Maybe, just maybe, he could finally find the courage to ask out Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was barely a day later when Damian Wayne found himself cornered yet again.

He was just trying to finish the last few pages of his book when the blob curled up on the other end of the couch uttered its first noise since it collapsed.

“Damian, can I ask you a question?”

“That’s counterproductive Dupain-Cheng, you already did even though you didn’t hadn’t had my permission.”

Using his book as a shield, he was able to block the incoming pillow assault before it made contact. “I apologize. Was the correct response; what can I do for you my liege?”

This time a shoe flew toward his face, one he narrowly missed.

“Jon. Is he single by chance?”

Damian couldn’t help the smug smile that pulled at his lips.

“What’s it to you whether he’s single or not?”

The red that crept up her neck confirmed his suspicions before her blubbering even began.

“It’s nothing to me! It’s just that Jon never talks about a girlfriend and it’s not because I don’t think he can get a girlfriend, I mean he’s a very attractive guy, but not that I think he’s super attractive, that’s just stating facts that everyone knows and-”

“You’re rambling.”

Closing his book, Damian turned his attention to his red friend, who’s pout brought a smile to his face.

“Damian, I think-I think I want to ask Jon to be my Valentine.”

Damian couldn’t help the snort that escaped earning a groan from Marinette as she buried her face in her hands.

“There were nicer ways to tell me it wasn’t possible you little demon.”

“Hey now, if you start pulling out cruel nicknames like that, I won’t help you.”

Instantly her head popped up, a doubtful expression monopolizing her face.

“Why would you want to help me, huh?”

Reaching down into his bag Damian bit back the sigh as he sacrificed another notebook to his friends.

“Let’s just say, I’m very invested in the outcome of this Valentine’s Day. Now get to writing.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Two days had passed; Valentine’s Day arrived and Damian hated to admit how curious he was to if the two love-struck idiots had followed his advice.

He got his answer as he entered their favorite hangout spot only to find it covered in bouquets.

“Damian Wayne, you have some serious explaining to do.” Damian ducked on instinct as a batarang flew over his head impaling itself on the nearest wall. “If you were setting people up with the stunning Marinette Dupain-Cheng, why wasn’t I at the top of the list?”

“Sorry Steph, I didn’t think she was all that into blondes.”

“Wipe that shit-eating smirk off your face!” Damian moved to the side as Stephanie lunged at him, her fist dusting the side of his shirt. “You know good and well she used to be into blondes!”

“Jon beat you to asking.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he gently pushed her backward watching as she dramatically flung herself into the couch. “Now will you please shut up? Marinette will be here at any moment.”

As if on cue, the whirl of the Zeta tube echoed through the hangout snapping Jon’s attention into place as he fumbled with the gift bag in his hand. The soft click of Marinette’s heels confirmed her presence as Damian slapped his hand over Stephanie’s mouth.

“Oh mon Dieu, what is all this?”

Damian could feel the nerves rolling off of Jon slamming into him. It was almost as if he was begging him to swoop in and explain why the place was covered in her favorite flowers. He really was hopeless.

“Uhm, well, uh, you see, I-uh-I heard that you like violets. Which I thought was strange because your favorite color is pink but then I also heard that they are one of the few flowers you can always find inspiration from and I wanted you to have as much inspiration as you could ever need.”

It was quick like he was trying to spill his every thought in one breath, but at least he got it out of his mouth.

“That was very nice of you Jon. I’m sure I’ll never run out of inspiration now.” Marinette’s chuckle was soft and Damian was sure he could hear the blush from where he and Stephanie remained crouched. “I, uh-well-I got something for you.”

Without waiting for a response, Marinette shoved her gift box into his arms causing Jon to half chuck his gift at her as well. Their nervous laughter was too much, Damian felt like he was going to die of second-hand embarrassment for them. The sound of tearing paper and tissue flying earned enough of a curious glance from the boy.

Their gasps were in sync earning a small smirk from the boy. With the power of observation, he was able to read both of his friends like an open book.

“You made me a leather jacket? Marinette this is so cool! It looks just like Conner’s! How did you know?”

“How did I know? How did you know that I had been eyeballing this thread set? You’re amazing Jon.”

The noise died down and for a moment, Damian was worried they had reverted back to their awkward selves. Just as he was about to turn back for another look, two shadows loomed over his hiding spot.

“Holy shit! You guys are so quiet!” Stephanie fled from her spot, grasping at her chest. Damian allowed himself a second to exhale as well.

“Damiboo,” he cut his eyes at Marinette sending her a warning look, “did you perchance give both of us advice for Valentine’s day?”

“Tsk, I did no such thing.”

As if on cue, they both raised their matching notebooks, matching smirks on their faces.

“Aww, Dami does love us!” Marinette flung her arms over his shoulders, Jon followed close behind.

“Get off of me you delinquents. I only helped you so that you two would go out and let me finish reading my damn book!”

The two of them were a giggling mess as they finally released him, comparing their notes as they moved toward the zeta tubes. Damian watched precariously as his two friends slowly intertwined fingers, their laughter fading with them as the tube closed. Ensuring they would not pop right back in, Damian finally released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

Moving to the couch, Damian fished for his book that he left hidden underneath the cushions. Just twenty more pages. The end felt like it would never come. Just as he slipped the bookmark out of place, the weight on the couch shifted as Stephanie exhaled loudly.

“If you like playing Love Doctor so much, why don’t you ever set me up with anyone?”

“Perhaps it’s because I don’t hate anyone enough to set them up with you.”

Damian didn’t even bother to dodge the pillow that knocked his book from his hands. With a huff, he pulled out his final notebook making a mental note to have Alfred pick up some more.

“Here.”

The way she looked at him made him feel as though he had grown a second head, but she accepted the notebook, opening it to a fresh page.

“Who do you hate-”

“Don’t talk, just write. I really would like to finish my book today.”

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Annoying Personal Mental Wellness Rant and more, waste of time to read so don't bother... like literally fuck off if you're feeling even slightly judgy lol

my brother is like, this estranged god figure

he's always been amazing and patient and kind to me but we're not very close... TONS of love between us and I know he's always been worried for me because (I won't go into his exact words but basically he and my siblings know I'm basically so different that it affects my independence)

he's super into his wine studies and is respected and admired by his colleagues and superiors so obviously this just adds to the level of respect I've accumulated for him

like he's so devoted to his interests and has made a pretty wonderful career for himself in his industry here in the Bay Area all on his own and he's like... #GOALS

I wish I had something going on right now that I cared about as much as he cares about his food/drink education but I have had so many diverse interests and due to my issues I just haven't been able to throw myself into anything the way he has and secure a place for myself in an area I respect

oh god I just dissociated for literally 5 minutes wtf Caitlynn you're just BLOGGING INTO THE DAMN ABYSS THIS SHOULDN'T BE STRESSFUL

I had retype stressful like 10 times because my hands aren't cooperating with my brain

anywayyyyyy

My husband is dealing with the homebuying process and hopefully all continues to go well and progress so that we're living in VA before the end of January (LOL this sounds so ambitious considering the move involved but whatever)

And so, living in Virginia, not in a major city or anything but definitely not somewhere rural either, is going to be exciting as fuck and a new adventure for our little family

I've seriously been thinking about how great it would be to open a cafe in our town but obviously this is just me being mentally ill because who the fuck am I to dream of such a thing with 0 experience or degree ?????

That said everyone I know thinks my food is pretty lit and this business idea of mine really just revolves around one type of food that apparently I make really fabulously

The idea has been on my mind on and off for like... idk at least the past decade. But with each passing year it's gotten stronger and now that I don't have fuck else going on I'm like... could it be time to have a big moment ????

Probably not, I'm legit bonkers right now

But the idea just won't leave me

It's like painful how much I'd love to do this but I know the second I try to realize this ambitious dream I will likely lose all my supporters because "Caitlynn you just resigned from your officer position because you're suicidal like maybe this isn't the best time to take on more stress than you need to" or whatever they'd say but honestly I do really well under pressure

I mean I look like a big fat ugly mess under pressure too but mannnnn that's when shit be gettiN DONE

Idk, I'm crazy to want to bet on myself given my personal history but people are capable of change and growth and drive and all that good shit so why not

I'm literally laughing my ass off typing this out I'm fucking stupid lol

I AM A COMPLETE IDIOT BUT MY FOOD HAS ALWAYS BEEN LOVED AND I THINK IF I WERE TO OBTAIN SOME SORT OF FORMAL TRAINING IN THIS AREA I'D BE ABLE TO ADD VALUE TO A SMALL FOOD BUSINESS OF MY OWN BUT HERE I AM, TYPING TO MYSELF AT 4AM ALONE AND COLD AND DIRTY BECAUSE MY BRAIN AND BODY HATE ME MORE THAN I HATE THEM

I miss my husband so much wtf, he'd be able to keep me more grounded if he were here

Not that I should complain, he's doing so much for us

Lmao god I am the worst

Also yes maybe I am getting worse again because my thoughts have been so angry and disgusting and just offputting to the layers of my selves

This has been helpful, I recommend ranting to your self anytime you need to prevent yourself from moving towards any real goals or aspirations in your miserable little life

Thank god my support system isn't more qualitative I'd prolly do some dumb shit like try starting my own business before I even live in the god damn state I'm destined for

That's another thing too like Idfk how long we're going to live in this new town what if I do the damn thing and then we're like OH OKAY NVM DEUCES WE'RE MOVING AGAIN

Although I do know that we're going to live there at least for the life of the loan which will be about 5-6 years so perhaps that would be enough time to try and create something special for myself ??????

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS OR TOES

I WANT TO BE EMPTY

I MISS FEELING REAL HUNGER

HUNGER IN THE REAL SENSE SURE, I AM FAT AND MISS BEING HEAVILY INTO LOSING WEIGHT LIKE WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL AND TUMBLR WAS A TOXIC WASTELAND

BUT ALSO

MISSING THE HUNGER FOR ACHIEVING THINGS AS A LEARNER AND WORKER AND PROBLEM SOLVER AND TEAMMATE AND SO ON

LIKE I AM SO ISOLATED AND NO ONE WOULD CARE IF

okay that's not true (probably)

BUT STILL I AM A FAT LITTLE HUMAN GRUB WHO IS GOING NOWHERE FAST

MAYBE I COULD FIND A MENTOR SMALL BUSINESS OWNER ONCE WE MOVE

BUT WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY WANT TO ASSOCIATE WITH MEEEEEEE

I DON'T EVEN WANT TO ASSOCIATE WITH ME

yknow being alive at this point in time where humans can't shed their physical bodies and become part of a cyber society is super inconvenient and if/when I get the chance to rejoin this general plane of existence I am not sure I'll be joining anything within a thousand years of this fucking nightmare of a period

all that in mind it would suck to only serve up pixels to my patrons so perhaps further back would be better

but I'd have to come back as a man, the female experience up to now just ain't it

god my dad is up and about now

I love the guy and I don't want to write anything that a therapist could someday find and be like 'okay bitch to the hospital you go' BUT a huge reason we're moving is my dad... I'll leave it at that

UGHHHHH husband

husband please come home to me

I am a mess

I was literally on the phone with him yesterday morning cuz I don't really sleep and I was so exhausted I was just sobbing nonsense about missing him and telling him all my intrusive thoughts as word vomit and I know he's got enough on his plate and I shouldn't be letting him know these pretty dangerous thoughts and fears of mine but oh well he's my fucking soulmate and he signed up for the bullshit so who am I not to deliver a big STEAMING PLATE OF IT

._.

God

I am so annoying wtf

wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF

I don't think I've REALLY partaken in the ol SH nonsense I love but I've generally not been kind to my self either

Like the face picking alone man...

I think I've given myself small keloids near my nose crease

and I've picked so much at the corner of my mouth it like keeps cracking open and man oh man that shit be hurtin

I was so puffy this afternoon when I woke up from all my crybaby antics that I legit wasn't sure if I was blind for a second

I should probably take my blood pressure and anxiety medications but yknow what I don't really FEEL LIKE IT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO ABUSE THEM WHILE I AM NOT WITH MY HUSBAND BECAUSE I CAN'T TRUST MYSELF TO AKE THE RIGHT CHOICES

even the like 2ish ounces of shrooms I'm sitting on right now are locked up cuz I don't wanna shroom my brain away

like I did before going to rehab last year lmao

oh lord

that whole thing was so cringe, I hate how much I think about it

super awful experience but it could've been a lot worse I suppose

lmao this girl that roomed with me for like the last day or so was super funny and I feel like we'd be good friends but I am fucking weird and awful so it took me like over a year to reach out over text cuz she gave me her number but didn't give mine and idk if she even remembered me but she seems open to chatting but I AM FUSDHFGLSIDAGHFKHSD FUCKING CREEPY AND UGLY AND FAT and I just don't think I'd be doing any favors by continuing to try to engage her

plus I think she's a bit younger than me so she prolly doesn't feel the urge to socialize with me

oh good god I need to shower

Idek when I last did I basically just do rinses and stuff when I can because A N X I E T Y

it's not even just showers ffs it's everything

even moving the mouse plugged into my laptop is too much effort sometimes, I'll just leave my stupid Stardew game on pause and just sit here because it feels oh so taxing

._.

I hate myself, that's all, I'm done for now, toodles ♥

#personal #rant #personal rant #personal writing #tw #tw mental health #tw sh #tw ed #tw fatphobia #i fucking hate myself and am open to the idea of dying but for now I'll be here I guess

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