#so I'll shush now and go back to drawing them more over and over and never stop

[cloudyzeusy]

He's not gay? ||

pairing: katsuki bakugou X top reader

warnings: afab, creampie

"Let's go around in a circle and say your sexuality." Mina exclaimed excitedly.

Everyone went around till the last people were me and Katsuki left. "I'm bi." I said nonchalantly.

We all turned to Katsuki and he huffed. "I'm straight."

"Your straight?" I questioned.

"Tch yeah what about it." He scoffed glaring at me.

"I just don't believe you." The rest of class 1A looked between us confused at what was going on

"Well extra don't care what you think." He said gritting his teeth he stormed away to his dorm i made a mental note to go after him.

I stayed with the others and we played games and watched a movie before we all decided it was time to go. But I didn't go back to my dorm I went too Katsuki's I'm surprised to see his door was opened I went in and I saw him in just shorts and a hoodie lying on his bed.

"(name) what are you doing here." He said surprised and wary of me

"You said you were straight right?" I grinned ignoring his question.

"y-yeah."

"So you are saying i didn't see you on grindr nor did i see that secret stash of lingerie and skirts you've got." He had no response to that and just fidgeted in his spot.

He watched me carefully as moved closer to him nervous about what i would do next. I sat on his bed and grabbed him putting him on my lap I lifted up his shirt feeling his bare skin underneath

"Wait (name) what are you doing." He said apphrensively trying to stop my wandering hands with his smaller on

"If you don't like this then tell me no and I'll stop right now." He stayed quiet so I took that as the confirmation i needed and tweaked his nipples making him moan out loud in suprise. His ears reddened at the embarrassment at his noise.

"If you are straight you have no problem letting me fuck you right here and after if you are still straight... I'll leave you alone forever." I smirked.

"Fine it won't matter because I'm straight." He said confidently but i knew he wouldnt feel the same tomorrow.

"Bet just a heads up don't be suprised when you can't walk tomorrow."

I then turned him over so he was lying on his back facing me i took off his hoodie and his shorts i could tell he felt humiliated as he was naked and I was fully dressed. I was shocked at what laid underneath his clothes this whole time.

"Kats you have a pussy!."

He flushed red "If you have a problem with that leave ." He said getting up.

I pushed him back down and reaffirmed him "No I was just shocked it doesn't matter to me, now wheres the lube." He pointed to his draw and I got out the lube

I squirted some of my fingers I'm inserted one i let him get used to it before inserting two more and began finger fucking him. I could tell he was starting to get close so I removed them he whined at that. Making me smirk "I thought you said you were straight yet you are acting like a hungry slut." I could tell he was about to say something so I shushed him and unzipped my trousers.

He looked on in shock as he saw what laid beneath. "(name)! theres no way thats going to fit!." He stuttered gaze stuck on my cock.

I slowly jerked myself off while waiting for him to calm down when i saw he was ready i slowly entered myself into him. He cursed from the sudden pain i sheathed myself in and waited till he felt comfortable grinding in making him more wet.

"Y-you can move now." That was all I needed as I began thrusting into him. His wet pussy felt too good and sucked me in as I tried to leave.

"uh ah~ ah" He moaned as I used his body like a ragdoll my cock constantly pushing against his prostate.

"p-please its too much." He tried pushing me away as he tried to run.

I moved his hands away grabbing his waist as a better handle for fucking him. "Imagine your friends could see you now drooling and whining for cock in you."

"no augh~."

"no what? come on slut you too fucked out to talk." He tightened up around me making me groan.

I felt myself getting closer to my release as my thrusts became more sloppier. "Where do you want me to cum huh? You want me to fill you up pl-plug you up so while you walk around UA you are reminded of you belong to?"

"please~ please I need it it feels sho good." He whined pleading me I laughed all along he needed someone dick him down. Then he would act normal.

I obliged with his begs filling him up as he wished he shook as he collapsed cumming all over me. I slowly left him making a wet plap! sound he looked like a fucked out mess and I was proud. I took a picture with my mind burning the image there forever.

I won't ever look at him the same that was for sure. I tidied him up and I was about to leave him there when he whispered "please.. stay."

I groaned I was about to leave but he looked so cute. Whatever I'll leave in the morning.

#zeusy☁️ #x top male reader #top male reader #sub character #black male reader #mha bakugou #mha #bhna x male reader

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 5

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

"You know you boys look amazing in an apron." You wolf whistled at them both. Billy acted annoyed but he secretly loved the attention. Stu shook his ass at you making you laugh. Stu offered to do the dishes but for some odd reason they both fought over who would do them. Now there they stood aprons covering thier clothes. You and Stu practically had to hold down Billy as you tied the strings around him.

"I'll fix the popcorn!" You cheered hearing a groan from both men. "We just ate please..." Stu whined holding his stomach. "You two are party poopers. Well, while you do the dishes I'm going to change into my pajamas." Both their heads snapped towards you. "And I'm locking my door." You shouted down the hall.

You weren't really sure what to wear. You didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to yourself but in a way you did. They had girlfriends you knew that. The way they looked at you however was addicting. You weren't going to sleep with them so what's the harm in looking good? A voice in your head screamed male validation but you ignored that. You pulled the silky nightgown from your closet debating on wearing it. "Too obvious." You muttered putting it back in the closet.

Leaning your head out of your room you shouted. "How cold is it supposed to get tonight?" Within seconds you hear them both answer. "Very cold, extremely cold, even freezing, it might snow." You know damn well in the air of California it wasn't going to snow. You grabbed a pair of silky shorts and pulled out the matching top. That would have to do. Once you were changed you went back to the kitchen seeing the dishes were all done. "Thank you guys."

"Thank you for dinner." Billy said honestly. "Yeah what he said." Stu was laid out on the carpet as Billy glared at him. "Anytime boys." Stu looked at your new outfit trying to figure out how you looked so hot in pajamas. "Why didn't you wear what Bil- what we got you?" He corrected himself. You plopped down on the couch next to Billy. "Because I knew if I did, you two wouldn't want to watch a movie." Stu nodded as he shrugged knowing you were right. "Who said I wanted to watch a movie now?" Billy said dangerously close to your ear. You jumped up going towards the TV. "Alright! What are we watching first?"

Christine was pretty good, not as good as Stu made it out to be though. "The coolest car ever!" Stu shouted which you quickly shushed him. "I don't live out in the country like some people, keep your voice down." Stu covered his mouth in regret. "Yeah Stu keep your voice down." Billy repeated and you slapped his chest. "Ow!" He laughed. "My turn, put on Ferris Bueller's day off." Stu groaned sliding off the couch and over to the VCR.

"You'll love it. If you liked Dazed and Confused you'll like this." Billy cocked his head. "You never told me you liked that movie?" Stu ignored his friend's eyes focusing on the tape. "I saw it once." He played it off which confused you. "Once? You said you went to see it at the movies 4 times." Stu silently begged for you to shut up. "You never told me that." Billy said once again a calmness to his voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd care." Stu bit back. "What else are you not telling me?" You realized very quickly this could get worse somehow. "God you two fight like a married couple. Just put the movie in and get up here I'm freezing."

The arguing stopped immediately. Once the movie started Stu sat at the end on the sofa leaving you in the middle. Carefully you wiggled down laying your head on Billy's lap. "This doesn't bother you does it?" His eyes glanced down and back up again just as fast. "No you're good." Stu grabbed your legs laying them on his lap. Ever so often he'd drag his hands up and down your legs mindlessly. After a while he genuinely started to like the movie. "Those two are so banging."

"That's what I was thinking." Billy responded to Stu. "You think Ferris and Cameron are a couple?" Stu made a noise shaking his head. "Did you see the way they look at each other or how no matter what bullshit Ferris drags him into he goes along with it?" The room grew silent with a unanimous acknowledgment of the current similarity. The movie continued and so did Stu's commentary. "Oh no, all three of them are fucking." You laughed and Billy took notice. "What's so funny about that?"

"Oh nothing it's just I can see it." The movie continued with Stu laughing his ass off at some parts. Billy's hand found it's way into your hair playing with what he could grab. Slowly your eyes fell shut. "She reminds me of you almost." Stu said turning to look at you. "Man she's asleep." Stu loudly announced, annoyed you both didn't finish the movie. Billy looked down watching your chest slowly go in and out. "Then why are you yelling?" Billy snapped. "Sorry." The boy mumbled. "Cut all this off while I take her upstairs."

"Why do you get to put her to bed she barley even trusts you awake?" This Billy found particularly funny. "That's rich coming from the guy that's done nothing but hit on her since you met her." Stu moved your legs standing up off the couch. "I do that with everyone it's charming." He laughed until he saw the way Billy was looking down at you. "Why do I get the feeling I'm being replaced?" Stu paced on the shag carpet. Billy sighed not wanting this shit right now. "We'll talk about this later."

"No I think we'll talk about it now. A year ago you came to me in need and I did everything I could to help. It was month after month of "I was drunk" or "I don't even remember it." I put up with it hoping once this was all said and done with, we'd run away and have our sequel. That was the plan wasn't it Billy?" You wavered in and out of consciousness barley piecing together what was being said. "She's different Stu and you know that. You feel it too. I need time to think to plan around this." He looked down at you noticing your eyes twitch. "We'll talk about this later."

Stu knew that was the end of the conversation. "Y/n..." He gingerly whispered trying to wake you up. "Mhm?" You stirred swearing they were fighting. "What's wrong?" You asked trying to look around. "Nothing's wrong we were trying to figure out if we should pause the movie or not. I'm going to take you to bed and me and Stu will head there shortly." You just rolled over burying your head against his stomach. Billy slowly moved off the couch, picking you up bridal style. Stu followed making sure Billy followed your rules.

Billy placed you softly in bed hoping to just look at you for a bit. "If it's too cold on the floor you can climb in here." You mumbled. You weren't in your right mind Billy knew that and so did Stu. That wasn't stopping them however. "Go cut the lights and everything off then bring your bag up here." Stu like the good little soldier he was, he did as told.

"Here." He handed Billy his sweat pants. "We're sleeping in our shirts." Billy said as he unbuckled his belt. "What why? We never sleep with our shirts on." Billy folded his pants sitting them on the chair in the corner. "Because if she wakes up and sees us half naked beside her she's liable to freak thinking we did something. So please, just do as as I say for once." Stu had to give Billy this one. He was the smartest piece of shit in town.

Stu was the first one in bed with you. Making you roll over and wrap your arm around him. "Billy look!" He whispered like you were a cat in a cute position. You tossed your leg over him next making it impossible for him to move. "Billy help! Her feet are fucking freezing!" He whispered once more earing a laugh from Billy. "She looks so peaceful doesn't she?" He taunted as Stu struggled against your restraints. Before getting into bed Billy cut off the light making the house seem earily dark.

Billy climbed in, his back towards you and Stu. Without warning you rolled over putting Billy in the same position Stu was. "She makes a good big spoon don't you think?" He taunted back but deep down Billy had never felt more comfortable. "Shut the fuck up." He mumbled holding your hand that rested over his waist. His thumb traced little circles on you hand. Stu scooted behind you. He snuggled up knowing damn well all three of you would wake up in a cold sweat from just being around each other all night. "Goodnight boys." Your voice was dangerously clear. Stu was already half asleep but Billy however heard you. He wasn't sure how much you knew but he'd have to quickly figure it out.

(If your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

Part 6

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[localgirlywithnolife]

♡ ι'νє вєєη ¢σηƒυѕє∂ αѕ σƒ ℓαтє, ωαт¢нιηg му уσυтн ѕℓιρ αωαу ~

`♡~° ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ : ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜰᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ. ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

/ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ./

"Hey!"

You looked behind to see gojo frantically waving at you from the ocean.

"Join us he-"

Before he could finish whatever he was about to say he got splashed with a bucket of water by Riko.

"WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THE BUCKET FROM!?" Gojo yelled as he started to chase Riko in the ocean. You saw Suguru get out of the ocean and walk towards you.

"Care to join us?" He said with that boyish handsome smile of his.

"No, I think I'll pass for now."

"Why."

You gave him a bashful smile. "I need to really take in this scene of you guys playing in the water so that I can draw it...that way I'll never forget this moment". Some unrecognisable emotions flash across Suguru's eyes. Suddenly he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the ocean.

"W-wait, what are you doing, Suguru?"

"To draw a moment with the utmost accuracy...you need to experience it yourself beforehand." With that he pushed you into the ocean.

Safe to say you had one of the most fun in your life splashing water around with the three of them.

/ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ/

The sound of somewhat loud knocks filled the empty hallways of jujutsu high. You were on the verge of breaking down Suguru's rooms door.

"Geto Suguru open the damn door!"

Suddenly the door swung opened and the sight of a very sleep deprived Suguru welcomed you. He was trying to smile but you could see that it wasn't real

"Yes, (name)? A little bit more and you could have broken the do-" You didn't let him finish his sentence as you hugged him tightly. You could hear him gulp harshly.

"What happened-" You shushed him with your finger.

"I know what you're feeling dumbass but that doesn't mean you're going to give up over 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 incident. We've all been traumatised but that doesn't mean we can't get better damn it!" You were almost crying at this point. Suguru said nothing and hugged you back. You felt something wet touching your hair. It was obvious that he was crying. He was finally letting himself loose.

That night you both comforted each other by embracing and facing your fears and trauma .

/ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒ/

"Satoru!" You called gojo from afar. Seems like he was training. Both of them haven't been the same as before. Suguru looked more and more tired each day. Satoru was overworking himself.

It's not like you were any better. Blaming yourself because of what happened in that godforsaken day. You were on the verge of going insane but kept it together. Shoko could do nothing but watch as her friends die a little by little.

"Yes, do you need anything (name)?" He asked as he stops training.

"Do you know where Suguru is? I can't seem to find him these days." You asked him with a worried tone attached to your voice.

"From what I know he has been going on a lot's of solo missions right now. I think he had a mission in a village today in particular." He explained thoroughly. From what it seems like, Suguru is avoiding you. You were confused but nodded and thanked him. You quickly left Satoru because it seemed like he was busy.

It's final, when he comes back today you'll confront him.

But he never came back.

/ᴵ'ᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ/

You don't remember the last time you got out of your room. That conversation still haunts you. You just hope and wish to the gods above that this is just a really crazy fever dream and that never happened. But let's be honest, you lost faith in Gods.

"He killed 112 villagers along with his parents to save two girls." Yaga states.

"What?" You asked quietly.

"In the reports of the incident, 112 villagers were killed by a cursed-"

"I HEARD YOU THE LAST TIME DIDN'T I!?" You screamed at his face.

"It's been proved-" You once again interrupted him.

"LIKE HELL HE DID? DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT? HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? HE'S YOUR FUCKING STUDENT!" You were fuming with and anger but mostly disappointment. You were gripping your hand so hard that blood was dripping. There is no way the Suguru you know would do this...right?

"He has been sentenced to death (name)..."

You didn't say anything after that. You just left.

You tried to call him, text him, hell you even searched for him. Still no clue of him. At the end you just isolated yourself in your dorm room.

You had nothing to do

/ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ˡⁱᶠᵉ/

"I thought star religious group already ended?" Suguru said while walking towards the stage wearing a kimono.

"It's a different group but the roots are the same, are you really going while dressed like this?"

"What? I need to make an impression." Suguru replied nonchalantly.

"Geto-sama!" Two children called out to him. He patted their heads and went to the stage.

"Hello everyone I apologise for the wait. So from now on please be sure to follow me."Many objected.

"Hmmm, now that's not good is it....yes! You right there." He pointed at a old man. His head got crushed. Blood splattered everywhere. Some even got on his face.

"Now let's try this again....You obey me now."

'I hate monkeys.

This is the path that I chose for myself.

The path to creating the perfect world.

A world where only jujutsu sorcerers are allowed to exist.

A world where ̷W̷̷e̷ can live in peace.

₥Ɇ ₳₦Đ ⱧɆⱤ'

He was lost in his thoughts when suddenly those two children surrounded him. He smiled and bent down to their level.

₩₳ł₮ ₣ØⱤ ₥Ɇ ₥Ɏ ⱠØVɆ.

/ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ?/

You were running like your life depended on it. Well it did.

"(Name) Suguru is here."You dropped everything you were doing after Shoko called you stating Suguru is near.

You needed so many answers from him.Why?Running through the crowd, bumping into. some people. Even though they cursed at you, you had no time to say anything or apologise.

You see him.

"Suguru!" You shouted. He looked behind to see you panting.

"Oh hey (Name)." He gave you a soft smile.

"Explain." You glared at him.

"Didn't Shoko tell you?" He fully turned around this time.

"So you're just going to kill everyone who's not a sorcerer!? I thought we wouldn't kill unless it had a point!?" You shouted.

"There is a point. A reason." He states calmly.

"That's bullshit Suguru! Killing everyone just to create a world for jujutsu sorcerers. That's beyond impossible!" You shouted again.

"How arrogant of you." He said calmly. His voice devoid of any emotion and at the same time it sounded like he had no regrets or feelings about what he had done.

"But....what about you and Satoru? If you guys wanted....together we could do it, couldn't we?" His words sent chills down your spine.

"After all, we were the strongest trio...weren't we?" You did not like the way he said that.

"I have decided how I want to live my life (name), what I want to devote myself in. Now it's a matter of doing my best to achieve my goals." He started walking the opposite way after saying that.

You couldn't just watch him leave like that.

You had to do something right?

So why was your hands shaking as you tried to activate your cursed technique?

"If you want to kill me here, do it I won't stop you. There is a point in killing me." He repeated your words.

You were hyperventilating. You need to do something anything.

Anything please.

You couldn't do anything at the end.

/ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ/

You could feel all that all too familiar cursed energy.

"Damn it! Gather every jujutsu sorcerer available here right now!" You followed the command. You were numb at this point. You stopped smiling long ago. You are just a living machine who followed commands.

Then why did your heart started to beat a little faster when you felt him around?

Gojo dealt with the situation way better than you though. But that doesn't mean his way of coping was good. Drowning himself in practice. You both were just as broken as the other. Both you and gojo ran to your students. There stood Geto. All in his glory, holding Yuuta's hands.

"Get your hands off of my students Suguru." Gojo calmly says. You just stood behind Satoru with your stotic expression.

"Oh Satoru and (name)! Long time no see!" He waved at both of you.

It never failed to flutter your heart when he waved and smiled like that.

Even if it's broken.

"Step away from the students Geto Suguru." Your voice was devoid of any emotion. It made Suguru's heart ache but he said nothing. He just smirked.

"I heard your new first year students are amazing. Never failed to find true talent huh? But oh....what is the Zenin clans failure doing here?" He mocked Maki.

"You bastard!" Maki pointed her weapon at him.

"Watch your words. I don't need any monkeys like you in my world." Suguru glared harshly at Maki.

"You watch your own mouth Suguru. I will not tolerate any insults towards my students." You threatened Suguru. It hurt your heart to talk to him like this but you had no choice.

"My apologies (name), It wasn't my intention to make you angry." He scratched his neck sheepishly.

"Then what exactly did you come for, Suguru?" Satoru was now in front of Suguru.

"To declare war." He states seriously.

"Everyone here, Listen up closely, On the upcoming December 24th when the sun sets, We shall conduct the night parade of a hundred demons. It will take place in the crucible of curses, Shinjuku and the sacred land of jujutsu Kyoto. We will unleash a thousand curses upon each place.

And of course they're only intention would be 'massacre'.

If you wish to stop this scene straight out of hell. Come and stop it with all your might.

Let us freely curse each other to our hearts content!" He smiled.

Except it wasn't the soft and handsome smile you were so used to once. His smile right now contained nothing but malice. Everyone was silent.

"Ahhhh Geto-sama!!! The store will close!" A young teen suddenly shouted.

"Oh it's already that late? Sorry Satoru and (name). The girls insist to eat some crepes." He started to leave.

"Hurryyyyy!" That same girl shouted again.

"Did you think you'd be able to leave so easily?" You said getting in Suguru's way.

"Oh well, I doubt you'd want to do that. The precious students that you both care so much about are all within my range." Numerous types of curses surrounded the first years.

"Well, see you all on the battlefield!" He left once again.

You were frozen on your feet like all those times. You couldn't move.

You had failed to do anything once again.

A/N: so uhhh this is my first time writing a one-shot and it's kinda unfinished. If this is well received I might make pt.2 idk. SO NERVOUS ABT THIS RAHHHH.

Do not repost or copy without my permission. Please reblog to support me. Thank you for reading ♡~

Dividers used from @cafekitsune and @rookthornesartistry ♡

#𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ☄. *. ⋆ #geto suguru #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #sugusato #suguru x reader #suguru x you #geto x reader

[fantasydaydreamers]

💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 6💙

Continuation of Part 5

Well, (Y/n)? Which one are you going to choose?

The question loops itself on repeat in your head as the circle around the table draws more attention from the rest of the party with all the commotion they were causing. The guys whistled and cheered as girls started whispering and shooting you dirty looks.

"She's going to pick Touya, I know it."

"If she had any sense, she'd pick the other one. Touya's nothing but trouble."

"Shit, if it was me, I'd pick both."

It felt like you couldn't breathe as the edges of your vision were becoming blurry, all too aware that the two men currently waiting for your response were standing silently, ignoring the hype around them.

Tomura moves in front of you, gripping your arms tightly to ground you. "Breathe," he spoke lowly, "deep breath in and hold it." You follow his instructions and blink harshly, trying to focus on him. Tomura copies your deep breath and exhales slow and controlled, encouraging you to do the same.

He nods and swipes a thumb over your cheek. "Ignore everyone else and go with your heart, (Y/n)." Tomura moves back to your side and circles a hand on your back soothingly. You quickly scan the room, Katsuki was grinning wildly, arm thrown around a green-looking Yo as they both waited for your answer while Keigo was making the crowd more hyped. Gulping, you look towards Hitoshi and Touya.

Hitoshi had a pierced eyebrow raised in question, while Touya was all but eye-fucking you shamelessly.

"C'mon dollface," Touya calls out with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. "I'll make good on what you wanted me to do earlier~"

Your face pales.

Hitoshi whips his head to Touya and glares. "Don't pick him, kitten. Pick me and we'll continue where we left off this morning~" He tilts his head back to you and winks.

Touya sneers and uncrosses his arms, nonchalantly pulling up his sleeves before turning towards Hitoshi.

"Watch it, Hitoshi," Touya warns, cooly.

Hitoshi scowls and narrows his eyes and Touya. "Yeah? Or what?"

The taunt was there and Tomura's hand on your back now paused its soothing circles as tensions flared in the room. Touya only grins, getting up close in Hitoshi's face. Before he could open his mouth for another cocky reply, Hitoshi shoves him backwards but Touya recovers quickly and shoves him back.

The crowd around the table gasps and screams, as Touya and Hitoshi start throwing punches. "Kat! Get them!" Tomura yells angrily before turning back to your scared expression.

"Let's get out of here." He blocks your line of view to the fight and weaves you through the growing crowd of people.

You couldn't make out what was being said, but Touya's and Hitoshi's raised voices could be heard over everyone else, the music now cut off.

You could only numbly hold onto Tomura's hand as he guides you out of the dorm. "What just-" Dumbfounded, you glance at Tomura, who looked pissed. Everything happened so fast and you couldn't believe that they had gone as far as fighting.

Tomura sighs and slows his walk. "Do you want to stay with me tonight? In my dorm? God knows I'm not dealing with Yo...Kat is going to be responsible for that."

The frigid air nipped your bare arms and legs, yet you were too distracted to feel anything. One second you were stuck between two choices and next they were throwing punches over a decision you didn't even make yet.

Tomura's offer was nice. Staying with Hitoshi didn't sound like a smart idea anymore and you just wanted your dorm back. Tears well up in your eyes at the thought of being a burden and causing trouble within their friend group.

Tomura turns to you, noticing your silence, only to be met with a single tear sliding down your face. He stops walking and pulls you into a tight hug, shushing you gently.

"I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to cause drama, Tomura," you muffle sincerely into his neck. He squeezes you tighter and whispers small reassuring words in your ear.

"C'mon, (Y/n). You're staying with me now," he urges you firmly, pulling back to wipe your tears.

"But my stuff..." you trail off, sounding pathetic.

Tomura digs in his back pockets, pulling out three sets of keys. "The perks of being the designated chaperone." He smiles, and grabs a hold of your hand again, tugging you towards Hitoshi's dorm.

Guilt still ate at you, thinking this was all your fault. You two walked in silence for a while but your mind must've been loud enough for Tomura to know what you were thinking.

"Stop it, (Y/n)," he sighs gently, "they're just being stupid and immature."

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand slightly. There was more to the story and if you could get advice from anyone right now, it should be Tomura.

"I started all of this," you start with a whisper. "I accidentally sent a text to one of them earlier when it was intended for the other..."

Tomura looks at you out of the corner of his eye, with an eyebrow raised, letting you know he was listening.

You feel your cheeks warm knowing you're going to have to tell him the truth. "Uh...so long story short I've come close to almost kissing both of them. On different occasions!"

Tomura hums questionably, telling you to continue as he lets go of your hand to pull out Hitoshi's keys and unlock his door.

"So...I-uh...might've sent a text to Touya that said 'are you going to kiss me for real this time,' which was actually meant for Hitoshi," you couldn't look at Tomura, "but it was because both of them were messaging me at the same time and I thought I tapped on Hitoshi's name, but I didn't and that's why Touya said that at the party and neither of them know about the mix up-"

"Breathe, (Y/n)," Tomura reminds you gently, guiding you down to Hitoshi's room to grab your bag. You take a shuddering deep breath as he regards you with a thoughtful look. "So...Hitoshi is your answer?"

...Is he?

You didn't answer straight away, still standing in the middle of Hitoshi's room with a pained expression. Tomura nods slowly in understanding. "...You don't exactly regret sending the text to Touya."

"I don't know what to do," you whisper truthfully.

Tomura comes and grabs your hand again, leading you out of Hitoshi's room and out of the dorm, locking it back up.

"Well, as hard as it may be, I think you owe both of them the truth," Tomura starts as he starts guiding you to his dorm. A phone rang out from his pocket, but Tomura continues, ignoring it. "Chances are, Touya already said something to Hitoshi to provoke him during the fight."

Yeah...that sounds like something he'd do, you silently agreed.

"Maybe once you clear things up, you'll know who you want and I highly doubt you started this. They've been acting weird around each other for a while now," Tomura finishes with a small smile.

You sigh heavily, listening to his phone ring again.

He tsks and pulls it out, reading the contact name before answering.

"What is it?"

You watch Tomura's eyes narrow as he listens to whoever it is on the other end. There was a long silence as he listened, his expression getting progressively agitated. You try to strain your ears and listen but heard nothing. He notices you looking at him in concern so he squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"You can come to my dorm and pick them up," he grits out bitterly. "Oh, and you're taking Yo with you back to your dorm."

This time a barking laugh could be heard and Tomura winced. You felt a wave of relief wash over you knowing he was talking to Kat, but it didn't last long as you wondered how Touya and Hitoshi were.

"Well tell Keigo that one of you is coming first. Don't fucking think about coming at the same time or I swear to God-" Tomura had unknowingly squeezed your hand tighter as he talked, making you wince.

It went quiet again as he listened. He loosened your hand and opened the door to his dorm building, holding it for you to enter first. His face drops tiredly as he sighs, motioning for you to follow him down the hall.

"Okay, well I'm already here at my dorm." He pulls out his own keys to unlock the door and you silently follow him inside, anxious to know what happened and what is being said.

"Tell him she's..." he trails off, looking at you, "...she's with me. She'll be staying with me for now on, until her dorm is fixed." His eyes harden again at whatever Kat said after that, making you furrow your brows.

It looks like Tomura is about to make another comment, but glances at you again, closing his mouth. "Just...come get your keys."

He hangs up the phone and sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You stand uncertainly, not knowing where to put your things or what to say.

"I told Kat to tell Keigo to take turns while coming over here to get their keys...easier right now to keep Touya and Hitoshi separated."

You frown slightly. "How are they?

He looks unsure of how to answer, instead motioning to a hallway. "Here, you can stay in my room and I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

More questions formed in your head, and you give him a pleading look. "Please, Tomura."

He comes over to you, hugging you gently. "Apparently it got...bad. Even Keigo and Katsuki got a few hits when they intervened, but they managed to stop it right before the police showed up. Someone had called the fight in and the party got shut down. Thankfully Touya and Hitoshi were already dragged out by Keigo and Kat just as they arrived though."

You slump in his arms heavily, feeling your eyes well up again. Tomura rubs your back soothingly.

"Go ahead and you can use the shower or whatever you need. I'll be out here waiting for them to come by."

It was unspoken, but you got the impression Tomura was trying to advise you not to see either of them. Understandable, but you still felt guilty and you hoped they weren't too hurt.

Tomura let go and gently guided you down the hallway toward his room so you could put your bag down. You weren't sure what you expected, but his room was clean and spotless. A lot of video game posters hung on the walls and action figures decorated shelves. It was a classic boy's room, you thought, giving Tomura a small smile.

"Towels are in the closet and I'll be out in the living room if you need me."

Tomura makes his way out of his room, leaving you to put your bag down and get yourself situated. You start pulling out some pajamas to take into the bathroom.

Everything happened so fast and it didn't feel real. Did they really just get into a fight over me? What the fuck?

You didn't know much about Hitoshi, but Touya has had almost every girl on campus, was he willing to go to the extreme to add you to the list? It was frustrating and you didn't know what to do.

Slapping your cheeks lightly, you take a deep breath and go toward the closet to grab a towel before exiting his room for the bathroom across the hall. A knock was heard and you stop in your tracks to listen.

The door opens and a sharp inhale of breath could be heard. "Oh my God..."

A grunt was the only thing you heard, a low groan a pain following after.

"Where's Keigo," Tomura asks, almost in a panic, and your heart skipped a beat realizing Touya was here.

The door closed.

"Got stopped by the police for questioning. I snuck away," another grunt of pain was heard as Touya walked further into the room.

"Touya..."

"Is she here?"

You bite your lip, feeling your heart rate quicken.

"You can't..."

"Just tell me if she's okay," Touya rasps out as you press your hand to your chest. "Please...Tomura, tell me if she's okay."

The silence was long and loud. The air was heavy as you tried to breathe slow and controlled, afraid they could hear you.

Before an answer could be uttered, another knock sounded at the door.

"Fuck," Tomura hissed, "go hide in Yo's room or something."

Panicked, you couldn't think fast enough about what to do, your eyes meeting Touya's shocked ones as he entered the dark hallway.

A gasp caught in your throat seeing his black hair more tousled than usual, but what really caught your attention was the dried blood that was smeared across his nose and down his chin. His face was swollen and it looked like the skin around his left eye was turning purple.

Tears well up in your eyes again as Touya approached you almost tentatively. Turning, you lean against the wall for support, as he stands in front of you, a soft look in his eyes. Up close, he looked even worse, but despite looking rough and beat up, Touya raises a bloodied hand to gently cup your face.

"(Y/n)..."

You grab the hand cupping your face and hold onto it while shaking your head. The two of you stare into each other's eyes, barely hearing Tomura open the door.

"Jesus...what the hell is wrong with you two," Tomura called out, as shuffling bodies entered the dorm.

"Tsk...I couldn't tell who won," Katsuki said casually, making you frown.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's not important, Kat," Tomura scolded harshly.

You didn't hear Hitoshi say anything, watching Touya's reaction to the conversation. He seemed lost in thought, eyes still roaming over your face as you tuned into what was being said.

"Hell it is! My brother is finally genuinely interested in someone and of course, Touya has to fuck her first!"

The text conversation pops back up into your head and you drop your hand covering Touya's. The action makes him frown slightly and part his mouth to speak. Before he could, you grab his other hand and pull him into the bathroom, refusing to hear the rest of the conversation in the living room.

He follows willingly, watching you as you turn on the lights and instruct him to the toilet.

"Sit."

His busted lip curls up, about to make a smart-ass comment but after seeing the look in your eyes, decides against it and closes the lid to sit.

Placing your stuff on the counter, you turn the water on, wetting the towel. Touya sat silently, watching you with a soft look on his face that had your heart clenching.

You wring as much water as possible, shut the faucet off, and walk over to him. He spreads his legs as you stand in between, gently placing the cool towel on his face to wipe away the dried blood. His eyes close at the feeling, face scrunching up in slight discomfort.

"You look beautiful tonight, by the way," Touya murmurs, his hands coming up behind you to grip your bare thighs.

Your face warms despite the nerves settling in your stomach. You don't respond, opting to focus on cleaning the dried blood from his face. It was hard to tell where most of the blood came from, either his nose or lips, but it could also be Hitoshi's.

You didn't want to know.

When you dried his face with the clean side of the towel, he leaned forward so his chin rested on your stomach as he stared up at you. You managed to get the blood cleaned off, but you brush his hair back gently to see if you missed any.

His eyes flutter slightly at the feeling before focusing back on you.

"Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?"

The question was soft and sincere, making you wonder if you just imagined it. You meet Touya's gaze again, hair falling in your face from the angle.

He lets go of one of your thighs and reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers linger there, his eyes searching yours.

Your heart swells at the sight of Touya being so open and vulnerable. After all the advances he's tried on you in the past was nothing compared to the soft genuine question that just left his lips.

Guilt still ate at you, how he still held a false truth about the wrong text you sent him earlier. "Touya, I need to tell you something," you hesitantly start, not wanting to ruin the moment, but having a feeling that if you don't tell him now, the situation would only get worse and you didn't want this confusion going on for any longer.

Touya hums, still dreamily staring at your lips, before flicking up to your eyes.

"About that text earlier," you start, "that...wasn't meant for you." The bathroom got eerily quiet, Touya's gaze went from longing to confused to his signature cold poker face.

Warm hands disappeared from your thighs and he moved away from your stomach. Your heart started to ache, but you needed to tell him the truth. "It was an accident! I was texting both of you at the same time and there was a lot being said-"

He stood up suddenly making you stumble back against the wall.

His blue eyes were burning lowly as he stalked towards you, cocky and confident.

This is...unexpected.

"Did you send him the same message then?"

The question was low, his voice rumbling in the small space between you two.

"I...no..."

"Why?"

Touya moves both of his hands on either side of your head, trapping you. You weren't sure whether to be scared or turned on by how smug he looked.

The question was left hanging, your silence telling him your answer.

"I get it," Touya breathed out lowly, a slow smirk forming on his face. "Maybe if I did kiss you, you wouldn't be so confused..."

He trails off, looking back down to your lips, making you gulp.

Even beaten and bruised, he was hot and unfairly confident. His smirk falls slightly and he backs off, a small flicker of disappointment shooting through you.

"But I won't."

You furrow your eyebrows, watching Touya turn to look in the mirror, to analyze his appearance. He turns on the faucet and cleans his bloodied hands, a neutral look on his face. When he shuts the water off, you wonder briefly if he could hear your heart beating out of your chest. He fixes his hair slightly and touches the skin around his left eye gently before meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"And trust me, I do." He continues, voice husky, his eyes once again flickering to your lips before meeting yours again. "You need to figure out what you want. I don't know how else to show you, prove to you, I only want you. You caught my attention and I just can't stop thinking about you since that night," Touya groans slightly, wincing, "I know I'm not the greatest guy in the world but goddamnit I'd do anything for you to give me a chance." 

Emotions wash over you in violent waves, your heart finding it hard to settle on one.

Touya lets out a big breath, like he was holding it in, and turns back around to face you to gently cup your face again. "Thank you for taking care of me, my pretty nurse."

He smiles genuinely, but his eyes once again drift towards your lips longingly, before opening the door to the bathroom. "I'm going to Yo's room until Tomura comes to get me."

Your mouth was parted slightly as you still stood speechless against the wall, in disbelief of Touya giving you your space. He pauses, halfway out the door, turning back to whisper:

"Since that night...it's only been you."

With that, he walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

~*~*~*~*

The rest of the night went by in a blur. You don't know how long you stood there in the bathroom after Touya walked out and you don't remember walking back to Tomura's room to get another towel and if Kat and Hitoshi were still there.

The sound of your phone buzzing had you coming too.

You were laying on top of Tomura's bed, staring at the glow-in-dark stars on his bedroom ceiling. Your body felt heavy as you blindly reached for your phone, exhaustion weighing on you. The first thing you notice is the time.

3:26 a.m.

brainwxshed: hey

You stared at the screen for a long time, wondering if you should do this tonight, or wait until tomorrow. Telling Touya was bizarre enough and you didn't know how it would come across over text.

you: hey...we need to talk.

brainwxshed: oh? i wanted to talk to you too.

You couldn't tell if he was being flirty or not.

you: no Hitoshi im serious. there was a text i accidentally sent to Touya that was originally meant for you.

brainwxshed: hm...and what was the text?

you: i was going to ask you if you were going to kiss me for real this time...when you talked about me staying in with you instead of going to the party.

Your hands were shaking.

brainwxshed: interesting that i never got that text if it was 'meant for me'...

He was absolutely right and you knew completely you were at fault. You fumbled on what to type back, as he sent another message.

brainwxshed: Touya mentioned something similar earlier, but i chose not to entertain him because i thought there was no way my little kitten would play games like that, right?

Your heart sunk lower into your stomach, fingers scrambling across the keyboard to answer, eager to apologize. 'I fucked up' kept repeating over and over in your head up until you had an incoming voice call from Hitoshi.

You accept the call.

"Hito-"

"Why didn't you bother correcting yourself after you sent the message?"

He sounded hurt and you felt tears well up in your eyes again.

"I like both of you," you whisper truthfully.

The line was silent as you finally admitted your true feelings to Hitoshi.

"'Not that kind of girl,' huh (Y/n)?" Hitoshi taunts, throwing your own words back at you, and before you could answer, he hung up.

You stumble your way out of Tomura's room and down the hallway, relieved that he was still awake on the couch. He held his Switch above his head as he gamed, but turned towards you as you approached.

"Hey, are you-"

~*~*~*~*

Collapsing on top of him, he lets out a soft grunt but freezes once he feels you shake against him. He says nothing, stroking your hair gently as you sob into his shoulder. His Switch softly thuds against the floor as he wraps his other arm around you, holding you close as you eventually fall asleep to the comforting strokes to your hair.

→ Part 7

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[rudnitskaia]

And as I promised, right in a row, the 2nd part (the 1st) of the answer on number 19 from that list for @coffeintheface @acesandocs. 💖

Note: that ficlet highly depends on a joke headcanon that Mau and Rocky really married by accident. I wrote about it in the very old answer to an ask, but I'll also place it here for convenience.

"I can even imagine how these two might spontaneously get married because of an accidentally blurted out series of utterly stupid puns. Because it’s simply something fun to do. Like, they sneak out on the roof in the night, chatting incessantly, and then

Mau: You won’t do such a felony to me.

Rocky: A fell-on-knee? Well, I can dare.

Mau: And if I agree you’ll dare to do it right now?

Rocky: Oh, Miss Venza, it would be such a delight, but no one will marry us in the dead of night.

Mau: The dead of night, huh? I remember you told me about some business you run with a funeral home. There's supposed to be a minister. A funeral home marriage in the dead of night. Sounds like a perfect match.

And soon Rocky, arm in arm with Mau, will be banging on the door of the Arbogast Funeral Home, and if the face of sleepy Abelard Arbogast could have stretched more from their request, it would have stretched. :D"

So, here's the ficlet. :3

The Dawnright Truth

Note: Italian speech

“Hush!” Mau shushed Rocky, barely holding back a giggle herself. He habitually helped her to get over the window and then sat on the window sill, gesturing that he wouldn't utter another sound. Mau smiled. She only had a couple hours of sleep left, but for nights like this, she was willing to sacrifice even them. It was impossible to count how many conversations, how many laughs and fiddle tunes the roof of this house had heard… and Maura hoped that tonight would not be the last and that roof would hear a lot more.

As she took a step back inside her room, Rocky gently squeezed her palm and pulled Mau lightly toward him. Please don't go. She shook her head with a chuckle. No. It's almost dawn. Not letting go of her hand, Rocky pressed his fist to his chest. Waved one way, then the other in some strange pantomime, looking at Mau with the most sorrowful expression that he was capable of. Jokingly sorrowful, of course, but there was truth behind the joke. If it were up to him, he would make sure that this moment would never end; the moment when the whole city was asleep and no one but the stars in the sky could hear them. So that there would be no need to carve out time for secret meetings. And so that he wouldn't have to hide what he put into every melody he played to her at nights, behind the stares and smiles in the daytime.

Alas, now he didn't even have the violin in his hands to tell her, as usual, everything without words. He was about to hop back to the fire escape and continue to amuse her at least with his ridiculous silent performance, when Mau, laughing inaudibly, stepped forward and kissed him. So easily and openly that Rocky held his breath in surprise. But soon he loudly exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders. All thoughts, all words and images froze for a moment, and then swirled in his head in a fantastical dance again, as if drawing new music from that gentle touch. Rocky moved forward, toward her, giving himself over to the sensation of flight that had taken over him…

…when suddenly there was a loud thud.

The landing from heaven to earth was disgustingly hard. Rocky rubbed his chin, which had hit the floor just a moment ago, and propped himself up on an elbow.

“Mau? Is everything alright?” came a voice from outside the room.

Maura looked worriedly at the door and pointed Rocky under the bed.

“Quick!” she whispered to him, rushing over to the chair and placing it headboard down on the floor. Much louder, she replied: “Yes, I’m fine!”

A knock sounded.

“Are you up already? Can I come in?”

Mau clasped her hands together. Anxiously, she leaned closer to the bottom of the bed and muttered:

“I beg you, not a sound,” and then answered her father: “Of course!”

Not more than a second later the door opened and Augusto peeked into the room. Mau smiled awkwardly at him and pretended to pull up a chair.

“Was reaching for a book and dropped it. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”

Augusto nodded, seemingly paying no attention neither to the strange excuse nor to the wide-opened window.

“I was already awake. But why did you get up so early?”

“Couldn't get any sleep… tossed and turned for a while, and then decided, why lie around for nothing? Better go and bake some muffins before opening…”

Rocky didn't understand a word she was saying, but the tone in which Mau was speaking… no, not speaking, chirping with her father, caused him to laugh inaudibly. He wondered if it was from anxiety or if she always acted that way with him. The dust made his nose terribly itch. But Rocky didn't risk moving and only wrinkled his nose, hoping the sensation would go away soon. After examining all the cracks in the bedframe, he turned his head to the side and suddenly saw the jewelry box next to him. And he wouldn’t pay that much attention on it if he didn’t notice the tip of some kind of note sticking out of the box. A letter? From whom, he wondered?

Meanwhile, Augusto walked into the room.

“How lucky. I was just about to leave the keys for you in the hallway, but I heard you were up. I have to go out for a while.”

“Oh, sure,” Mau accepted the keychain from his hands. “For how long?”

When Rocky carefully pulled the sheet from under the lid, he was surprised to find out that it was his note. One of many he had left for Mau at the eatery. In some he had doodled all sorts of silly things, in others he had hastily made up short humorous poems that vanished from his memory as soon as they had hit the paper. And she… kept them? No way she did. Neglecting all precautions, Rocky lifted the lid of the box… and immediately slammed it shut.

But it was too late.

Several seconds of his confusion were enough for a tinkling melody to fill the room.

Mau's heart sank. Augusto stared in puzzlement at the direction of the bed and, not listening to his daughter's objection, looked underneath it. Rocky waved at him awkwardly.

“Good morning, Mister Venza.”

“You!” the man exclaimed angrily, pulling the guy out from under the bed by his coat. “Parasite!”

“Papa, stop swearing,” said Mau with pressure. Augusto stood up, not letting Rocky out of his grasp, and shook him as if he was holding not a young man but a weightless rag.

“What is this, Mau?”

“Please leave him alone.”

“I knew that scoundrel wasn't just hanging around in our eatery for nothing. Do you realize he's a criminal, Maura?”

“No more than we are!” objected Mau.

“That's already too much, sweetheart!” groaned Augusto and shook Rocky by the scruff of the neck again. “I've seen enough of his kind, you can see 'em a mile off! A swindler, a bandit, a rascal! What if he tells anyone about us? Or even worse, what if he hurts you?”

“He won't hurt me ever!”

“Of course, he won't. And he won't show up on our doorstep again either. I respect your choice, darling, but that! I simply can't allow that to happen! For me to willingly entrust you into the hands of some thug, some… some…”

“He's already my husband, papa!” Mau moaned in despair and immediately regretted what she had said. Augusto froze with his eyes wide open, now filled with true dread, but still didn't loosen his grip.

“Maura,” he began cautiously. “Don't tell me you're expecting a child from him.”

“What?! No!” exclaimed Mau indignantly. “It just happened… accidentally!” she tried to justify herself, but seemed to make it worse.

“How can you accidentally marry a man?”

“We thought it was in jest. I never would have thought a priest at some backwater funeral home could actually wed people! We were going to get a divorce somehow…” sighed Mau, and then, after a moment of hesitation, added in a low voice: “…but I don't think that's necessary anymore.”

Augusto unclenched his fingers, releasing Rocky, and slowly lowered himself onto the bed. With a trembling hand he fumbled in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it. For several long seconds there was absolute silence in the room.

“What's your name even, hubby?” Augusto finally asked, so quietly that Rocky could barely make out the words.

“Roc… Roark Rickaby, Mister Venza,” Rocky held out his hand to the man, but he didn't even look at it.

“Does he know? About us,” he questioned, clearly referring to the disastrous troubles with mob that had been the reason the Venza family had fled New York. Mau nodded.

“Yes. I told him everything.”

The room filled with heavy silence again. Augusto took a long, nervous puff and stared at the floorboards for a long moment, unblinking. Finally, he covered his face with the palm of his hand and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

“Oh, dear Lord…”

#hope you'll enjoy it <333 #coffeintheface #acesandocs #missedditart #heldig writings #lackadaisy #romaunce #maura venza oc #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy oc #maura venza #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #lackadaisy ocs #lackadaisyocs #lackadaisyoc #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy oc x canon #oc x canon

[lemonyko0]

under the desk - kth

taehyung is hell-bent on gaining your attention, and you could not be less interested (or so you say) until he finds out what you're really into..

» genre: smut, high school au, unrequited affection, exhibitionism!

» word count: 2.3k

under the desk - kth

"Why don't you come over to my house after school? just tell your brother you and i are friends-"

"but we're not taehyung.” he follows me into the classroom like a puppy dog and we take our assigned seats, beside each other.

taehyung is one of my brothers closer friends, and what i assumed was a silent rule of your best friends sister being off-limits, taehyung blatantly ignores, or completely missed that lesson.

he thinks because we almost hooked up at a party last weekend, it means i'm now magically interested in him. “i'll tell you one more time taehyung, i was drunk, you were drunk, and it was an accident.”

he shakes his head, “see y/n that's flawed thinking, because drunk actions are sober thoughts. you think i'm handsome, may even want to fuck me, you sure did that night-”

"yeah, so bad i pushed you off of me and left? i think you're legitimately delusional.”

he shrugs, “i think you'll come around eventually, y/n." he smirks, i simply roll my eyes and listen to the teacher begin his lecture, taking my usual colorful notes.

halfway through the lecture our professor turns on a 15 minute video, and i've successfully ignored all of taehyung's efforts to gain my attention. knocking his knee into mine, brushing his arm against mine, whispering my name, and now he's touching my thigh under the table.

i simply ignore him, not even caring to move him, if you don't give them attention they go away right? he sits back in his seat, eyes finally forward, hand resting comfortably on the inside of my leg, his fingers run along my skin, feeling the warmth on my thighs and my soft skin. he digs his fingers in a few times, squeezing me lightly. i can't lie when saying this is definitely earning a reaction inside of me.

he continues his exploration, moving his hand higher and higher, eventually dipping his hand under my skirt and skimming his fingers against my underwear. i cant ignore him any longer, i grab his wrist and try to pull his hand away but he takes my wrist with his other hand.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." i let go of him and relax back into my seat as to not attract any attention. “don't do this here, please, someone could see-"

he quietly shushes me, “no one will if you stay quiet, pretty." he grins mischievously, “i promise to be quiet if you do too.”

his fingers run up and down my underwear, before circling my clit and adding pressure. i feel my breathing getting heavier, cautiously looking around the room for anyone suspecting anything. “don't worry about them, focus on me.” he tells me, and i let my eyes drift shut for a moment, enjoying the attention he's giving to my clit, he really wasn't lying when he said he knew what he was doing.

this leaves me distracted and taehyung notices, pushing his hand in my underwear, continuing drawing circles on me and feeling how wet i am. he curses lowly, quietly, "fuck, you like it when anyone can see you, don't you?” he chuckles degradingly but i can tell he thinks it's hot.

"any of our classmates could turn around and see your flushed face, it's a dead give away y/n," i whimper and put my head on the desk, and taehyung dips a finger inside of me and i barely hold back a moan, pretending to cough as a cover. taehyung leans closer to my ear, "the teacher is looking, does he know you're about to cum on my fingers?" i can only whine and pick my face up, giving a fake smile to the teacher as he scans the room. i turn to taehyung, "my brother would k-kill you if he knew about this."

he grins at me, slipping another finger in and watching my mouth drop open, "he doesn't have to know, pretty.”

too caught up in pleasure to think of a witty reply, i bite back my moans, feeling him curl his fingers and pick up speed. damn his pretty hands and long fingers.

he keeps a moderate pace, undoubtedly having too much fun to end this too soon. i see him try not to stare at me, it'd call too much attention to us. i start to arch my back and tighten around his finger, showing i'm close. he glances back with a smirk, scissoring his fingers and stretching me. i hardly hold my moan in as he curls and fucks his fingers into me.

my hand grips at the bottom of my seat and the other grabs at his arm. taehyung only grins, unable to take his eyes off of me as i unravel in front of him, cumming on his fingers.

he slows down, riding out my orgasm before taking his hand out from under my skirt, looking me straight in my eyes as he puts his two fingers in his mouth, "tasty."

i look at him in disbelief he'd be so stupid, “you could've gotten us in so much trouble taehyung.”

he chuckles, “you came so hard thanks to me, i think you need to see this as what it is y/n.”

i furrow my brows, “and what is that?”

“i've heard rumors of the shit you've done, they've all got one thing in common." i raise my eyebrows to urge him on, "they're all in public, or somewhere youre likely to be caught. which i thought was funny, because, you're smart, and you know what you want. what you haven't figured out, is what you're into.”

i scoff, “and what is that? you?”

“taehyung, y/n, quiet please.” the teacher yells out over the video. we nod and bow our heads before taehyung begins mumbling again, “you're into me, and exhibitionism.”

i shake my head, “you're disgusting.”

he begins to speak but is cut off by the bell, to which i immediately grab by bag and head out of the classroom, hearing taehyungs loud footsteps chasing after me.

“y/n, wait-”i sigh and turn around, taehyung trilling on my heels with a smug grin. “i'm not finished y/n.” i look back to him obviously walking funny, and i giggle when it dawns on me.

“you could not be any more obvious.” i tell him, commenting in the way he just happens to be holding his books over his middle section.

he smiles, “am i making you laugh with my humility?”

i nod, “awfully.”

he sucks in his bottom lip, “alright then.” he grabs my wrist and pulls me along the hallway, looking into every dark classroom and pulling me into and empty one and pressing me against the door, locking it behind us.

i knock my head rather hard against the door, “ow taehyung, what the fuck is wrong with you, are you this mental over every girl you want to sleep with?”

he shrugs, “only the really pretty ones. but i'm not done, because i've finally figured you out.”

i raise my eyebrows, becoming aware of how he's holding my hips pressed against the door so i can't go anywhere else, i hate to admit it's kind of a turn on. “what did you figure out?”

“what really gets you going is doing shit in public, bet it's real hard to find someone as filthy as you huh?”

i tick my head, “you have no idea.”

his eyes light up, “so you're admitting to it?”

i shrug, “take my honesty as your reward for making me cum in science.”

he smirks, “how much longer do i have your honesty?”

i wrap my arms lazily around his shoulders and he instinctively leans closer, “you can ask me, one, question.”

“friends with benefits?” he asks with no hesitation, and i laugh in his face.

“you have a death wish.”

he shakes his head, “no i have a raging hard on from you.”

i chuckle and poke my cheek with my tongue before locking eyes with him, “fuck it.” i lean in and kiss him hard, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me.

it catches him off guard but he's quick to respond eagerly, licking my lips and grabbing my jaw.

i let a hand drift down his torso and to his pants, palming his erection, and he definitely wasn't lying.

he groans into my mouth, “fuck, touch me more.” he busies himself with kissing and biting my neck and i undo his belt, allowing me to fit a hand in his boxers and stroking him through his pants.

he cusses in my ear before instructing me to jump. i remove my hand and do as he asks, more interested to what exactly he plans to do. he uses the door behind me to steady me before moving away and sitting in on a nearby desk. “not a fan of the door thing?”

he shakes his head, “way too fucking loud, most definitely get caught.”

i shrug, “our chances are awfully high either way. may even be cameras in this classroom.”

he puts himself between my legs and i let my skirt ride up, not hiding much from his view, including the mess he made earlier.

his eyes flash down, licking his lips then back to me, “for your sake, let's hope that's all true.” he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the table, forcing me to lay back as he pulls my panties off.

“you like knowing anyone could be watching us don't you.” he smirks, fumbling with his own clothing.

i grin and let a hand move to my wet core, playing with myself in front of him, “you do too taehyung, anyone could walk in here and see you fucking me on this table.”

he grips his dick and closes the gap between us, “god i hope they do,” i feel him glide his length along my slit, teasing me on purpose, “id kill for someone to catch us, see you being so dirty for me, it'd fucking kill me.”

he pushes into me and i bite down on my lip, enjoying the way he stretches me out. “shit taehyung.”

he bottoms out slowly and chuckles at my reaction, “you tease me but you're so fucking into me.” he pulls back out slowly and pushes back in with a much greater force, causing me to grunt, and he breathlessly laughs.

“that was before i knew you were any fun.” i tease, wrapping my legs around him and pushing him back into me.

he shakes his head, “if you wanted more just ask.” he picks my legs up and rests them on his shoulders and begins to properly fuck me, causing me to let my head hang back and eyes flutter close.

“fuck taehyung.” he grins, “yeah, fuck me.” he puts a hand on my clit and draws circles on it like before. “want you to come first.”

i nod my head, “easy if you keep that up.” i tell him honestly and he chuckles, fucking me harder and groaning.

the closer i get the less i can control my moans, he puts a hand over my mouth, “fuck its like you're trying to get us caught.” he grunts out.

i move his hand away from my face, “maybe i am.” before moving it back.

he smirks and shakes his head, “you go stupid when you've got a dick in you.” i moan in his hand and squeeze his wrist as a silent warning that i'm really fucking close. he adds a little more pressure to my clit and i come undone, my back arching off the table and my lower body tingling as he relentlessly fucks me through my orgasm, his following quickly after thanks to my tightening around him, “fuck, where can i cum.” he asks, i breathlessly reply my stomach, and he finishes on me with a groan.

we stay silent for a moment, catching our breath before he starts to shimmy his pants back on.

i sigh annoyed, “yeah take three years to get your pants back on, i quite like the feeling of your cum on me while you take your time.”

he glances at me, then around the room for some towels, grabbing a few and wetting them slightly before handing them to me. “m’lady.”

i take them out of his hands and finish cleaning and dressing myself, taehyung leans against the desk and watches.

“no comments?” i ask him sarcastically, “you got what you wanted and now you're silent.”

he snickers and rolls his eyes, “you're exhausting.”

i shrug and head for the door, “whatever, count to thirty then follow after me.”

he jumps up to stop me from opening the door, “hold on, you didn't answer me.”

i look at him puzzled, “what question.”

he looks around with a small grin, “about being, yanno, friends with benefits.”

i scowl, “i don't make friends with the likes of you.”

he looks offended, “it's not like i'm asking to be your bestest friend ever and invite me to sleepovers, i'm asking for your sake.”

"my sake." i scoff.

“yes, your sake. you said it yourself, guys like me who are willing to do this shit with you are hard to come by.”

i cross my arms across my chest, “if you're doing it for me what do you get out of it?”

it's his turn to scoff, “what do i get out of it?” i nod, “y/n, i get to have sex, that's plenty enough for me.”

i sigh, slightly annoyed with his response. i wont lie, i don't really mind having him around. he's not that smart, he's not interested in relationships, and he actually knows what he's doing during sex.

“fine, whatever.”

“seriously?! yes! you're making a great decision.”

“yeah i'm sure, don't make me regret it.”

he shakes his head, “i'll be sure you won't."

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thank you for reading! if you enjoyed be sure to check out my other works in my masterlist linked in my description! have a fantastic day <3

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[keicordelle]

Wet Paint

IDOLiSH7 | Yukimomo | 1.2k | Teen established relationship, domestic fluff

In a quiet moment, Yuki reapplies Momo's nail polish. Getting it in his hair was not part of the plan, but what can you do?

I didn't have the time to do Re:vale week, but I wanted to write something for their anniversary! So have some sweet domestic fluff. They probably have people to do their nails for them, but I like to think they still take the time to do it themselves as a peaceful sort of ritual.

[Read it here on Ao3]

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Yuki's fingers were gentle around Momo’s wrist, the only sound the quiet shush shush of the brush as he dragged it up his nail. The intense look of focus on his face would have been funny if it hadn't been directed at Momo. Instead, all Momo could feel was the fluster of having that silver-eyed stare turned so fully on him, like in this moment, he was the only thing in the universe that mattered. Heat burned through Momo’s cheeks: a familiar response. Five years and counting and he still couldn't get used to having Yuki look at him like that.

"Stop moving, you'll ruin the coat," came Yuki's gentle voice. Chastising, only the brush in his hand and his grip on Momo’s wrist saving Momo from being poked for his impertinence.

He hadn't even noticed he was. He forced himself still, focusing on the pleasant feeling of Yuki’s hand on his and the familiar ritual of the brush. The acrid scent of acetone still tickled at his nose, lingering on balled cotton pads stained with streaks of blue and red and discarded on the coffee table. It was nearly carried away by the sweeter whisper of new polish, a scent as comforting as it was familiar. The quiet strains of string instruments drifted through the wall from next door, some classical piece that Momo didn't recognize but that he was sure Yuki would know if he bothered to ask him. It was nice though, the breezy rhythm settling into his bones just as well as any upbeat tempo.

He didn't notice the way his leg was jiggling until Yuki nudged at him again with his knee. Yuki heaved an exaggerated sigh, his hair tickling at Momo’s shin with the dramatic shake of his head. "One day you'll learn how to sit still, I'm sure. Of course, by then I'll probably be too old to actually enjoy it."

A reprieve offered, in the playfulness of his tone. Momo latched onto it, chiming a merry laugh. "Oh, come now darling, you know you love how energetic I can be!"

A wry hum was Yuki's only response, glancing up at Momo from over his hand, but he didn't protest again when Momo’s toes started to bounce in his lap.

"There, all done," Yuki said a little while after, drawing away and letting Momo take back his hand. Momo was almost sorry to see him go as his fingers slipped from him. He had half a mind to catch Yuki’s hand in his and tangle their fingers together, but it really would be a shame to ruin his fresh coat of paint. The red always looked prettier when Yuki did it.

"Foot," Yuki demanded, hand held out expectantly, and Momo stifled a laugh as he dropped his heel into his waiting grip.

A laugh that escaped when Yuki ran a playful finger up the sole of his foot. "Yuki!" The tickle jittered up Momo’s spine, toes curled to try to ward off his teasing.

"Alright, alright," Yuki relented, his fingers around Momo’s ankle becoming more purposeful. "If you kick me I'll bruise, so try to hold still."

"My darling bruises like a—" Yuki huffed, and Momo left the thought unfinished. It was too easy, really. Low hanging fruit.

But he held still as best he could as Yuki painted his toenails too, taking care not to tickle his foot any more than was strictly necessary in the process.  When the color across Momo’s toes matched his fingers, Yuki traded one foot for the other, just as diligent and focused as he repeated the process a second time.

Momo expected him to let him go when he was through, but Yuki’s thumbs stroked idly up the center of his foot instead, digging into the arch with just the right amount of pressure. "Ohhhh. That's nice..."

A low chuckled was Yuki’s only response, the nail polish set carefully aside as his fingers dug into the aching soles of Momo’s feet. Momo melted into the couch, a veritable puddle beneath Yuki’s skilled touch. His hand was firm but tender where it cupped Momo’s heel, thumbs working away at his aches and pains with the same focus he granted his song writing. Gentle fingers brushed up Momo’s ankle, ghosting over the scar there before working up to knead at his calf as well.

"You're too good to me, Yuki..."

"Just good enough," he said, trading one leg for the other. Only once he'd successfully reduced all of the muscles in Momo’s lower legs into jelly did he finally relent. He leaned in, the tender softness of his lips brushing against the top of Momo’s foot before he let it slip from his grasp.

"Yuki!"

His eyes flicked up from Momo’s toes to meet his, that usually sharp silver turned soft and warm as his lips curled into a gentle smile. The sight of him turned Momo’s heart as liquid as his muscles, that traitorous flush returning to burn through his cheeks. He really was dangerously handsome, his Yuki. His partner.

Yuki’s grip shifted, tugging Momo’s pantleg higher so he could press his lips into the curve of his ankle and higher up his shin, a line of light kisses pressed into Momo’s skin. Then to the other, his hair tugged to the side to keep from dragging through the still-tacky paint, each kiss placed with purpose and devotion.

Momo squirmed, hands rising to cover his face, but Yuki caught those too, dragging them down to plant his lips on each knuckle. He twisted them over to place a kiss in each palm, the lingering feeling of his kiss tingling up Momo’s arms even as Yuki shifted back, a self-satisfied look in his eyes. Momo’s fingers curled, as if he could hold Yuki’s kisses to him like he would his hand.

"Yuki, you—" Before Momo could even figure out what it was he'd been planning to say, Yuki was there, leaning over him to capture his lips. His mouth on Momo’s was soft but insistent, his hair falling forward to tickle against his cheek. Momo’s hands rose of their own volition to bury themselves in it, silvered threads curled around eager fingers. The fresh red of his nails stood out brightly against its silken shine, and— crap!

"Ah! Yuki! Your hair! I'm sorry!"

Yuki drew back, blinking down at Momo in surprise for a moment before he pieced together what exactly had made him so flustered this time. "Oh." Then he laughed, his gaze turning sly as he shot Momo his signature heart-stopping grin. "I guess you'll just have to help me wash it out."

"A chance to see my Yuki in the bath and to run my hands through his hair? That hardly seems like a fitting punishment at all!"

"Oh?" A coy brow lifted, his smile turning dangerous. "Are you in need of punishment?"

"No, no!" Momo said hurriedly, one small step short of a squeak. Yuki’s voice was positively wicked, calling to mind all sorts of sinful things. Coy Yuki was bad for his health. "I'd be happy to help you with that! The most happy anyone has ever been!"

Yuki’s huff of laughter was kinder. Less likely to put Momo at imminent risk of cardiac arrest. But the return of that soft smile made his heart flutter all the same. Especially when Yuki leaned forward to press his lips to the tip of Momo’s nose in a teasing kiss. "Well then good." He stood, offering Momo his hand to pull him to his feet. "And then afterwards, we can fix your nails."

#idolish7 #i7 #re:vale #momose sunohara #yukito orikasa #yukimomo #momoyuki #i7 fanfiction #I'm still not 100% confident I've got Yuki's characterization down but I'll get there #Like I think I Get him but writing it is a whole other can of fish #i've just never really played with a character like him before #my writing #~k

[sublieu]

I know it's out of the blue but I was wondering if you could do a Sandy x reader smut plsplsplsss? I read your thirst and I had to ask you on this. So please Im begging you. You can skip if you want but please?

╰┈➤Exhibitionism

: ̗̀➛ Exhibition, [slight] fear play, cervix fucking, womb fucking, finger fucking, tummy bulge, size difference, getting caught, slick eating [only once]

: ̗̀➛ 1.0k words.

: ̗̀➛ Enjoy your long awaited dish chicks, bros and non-binary hoes <3

Both you and Sandy were equally bored with your hangout; Sure, it was nice to be around them but the atmosphere was thick with awkward silence.

Sandy sighed in boredom before getting up and walking off. Pigsy asking where he'd be going only for sandy to say that he'd be fixing up any errors on the truck, with you following suit. Not wanting to be surrounded by the aura.

You followed behind the bluette quickly, for a tall man of muscle he walked fast as he turned the corner before yanking you around with him.

He lifted you up, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips before talking.

"I bet you were waiting for me to be alone huh?"

He starts before kissing you again, hushing you whilst lifting you off the ground. Your legs around his waist as you returned the favor by lightly biting his lower lip. Till you heard Mei nearby, from the sounds of her voice she seems to be talking with someone on the phone, which had you look at the man with evident shock on your face before he shushed you with another kiss"

"Relax~ She won't hear us, promise."

Sandy hushed and helped you out of your shirt as you marked up his chest with hickeys. The purple/bluish marks remained on his toned chest, which would be brought up to conversation later.

He took unzipped his pants, holding you up with his knee; which you took advantage of and humped yourself on his leg, causing the giant to look back at you with a mischievous grin before bouncing his leg. Your clit abused by his teasing before he held you up again, his cock exposed and leaking pre.

"Look at the mess you did to my leg [name]~ Now I'll have to change pants~"

He teases and pulls your panties off. Your juices coated on them as he pushed a finger inside, now finger fucking you as you did your best to suppress your moans. Fear in your eyes when you remember that Mei was not too far away from you. If Sandy wanted, he could've force a moan out of you. But he didn't, cause he just loved the fear in your eyes.

He pulled his finger out and watched your slick run down his finger, giving a taste test before Pressing the tip of his cock at your entrance. You always wondered how you even survived his ministries to you every time you had sex.

Out of the blue he pushed the tip of his cock inside before pushing more inside, causing you to draw out a moan. Obviously forgetting that Mei was a just a container away from you, which made her pause and look around. Hanging up the call with a friend and pressing her ear against the container.

His cock bulged on your tummy, his cock even going through your cervix, just at your womb. You were gonna be so sore by the time you're ready to go back to the crew.

Je gave you a mini thrust, making your breath hitch in your throat before he started thrusting up inside. His cock bulging and reaching halfway through your womb.

You hugged his neck as he kept thrusting, his strong arms slightly suffocating but warm to the touch, almost as if he's a heat generator; The lewd, wet slapping of skin slightly muffled but still easy to distinguish.

He held you tighter against him as you let more moans slip from your mouth, not caring the slightest bit as he gave out heavy moans and curses. You were just so small, yet you could still take him. You were so weightless to him he could lift you up with just a finger; and yet here you are, taking all of him whilst crying out in bliss.

You came around his cock a first time; your juices spraying all over his cock, making him slippery inside. Which made things easier for him as he started pounding you even harsher. Your juices still leaking from your cunt like a fountain as he bullied your pussy.

It's been 45 minutes before his cock started aching. His cock pressing at the end of your womb as you clawed his back, leaving marks and cuts as you drowned in his raw and rough fucking. It was like you were being squished by a thousand planets, but it felt soo good. Almost agonizing even.

You were mumbling curses, drool leaving your lips from this brutal pleasure. Moaning 'bout how good his cock feels bruising and ruin you over, and over, and over again. Sandy now throbbing even harder as his climax was untying, destine to leave you wobbling out with his cum dripping from between your legs.

Till he finally reached his peak and held you tightly in his arms. His cum flooding your ovaries and even leaking outside you onto the grey pavement of his boat. Groaning and bliss and even cutting his lip from stuffing you full before pulling out and holding you by your ass. Still drunk and hazy.

He gave you a forehead kiss before helping you put on your shirt. He was keeping your panties, to which you didn't mind too much before limping from behind the container to see Mei standing there, her phone in her hand. From the red button blazing on her phone, she was recording everything.

You embarrassingly hid your face and attempt to hide your face before walking off to the crew. Only to see Tang alone on the couch watching tv.

Both Mk and Pigsy heard what exactly was happening and proceeded to leave, leaving Tang here, eating his noodles and watching something.

"You know, if you're gonna run off to fuck. Please I am personally begging you to keep it down. I barely heard Aggretsuko becauseof you two. You especially"

He cusses angrily, but stopped once you fell asleep. Sighing in annoyance before putting his scarf around you to finish watching the show.

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[thechloediary]

platonic miya twins | onigiri miya opening day! 🍙

(I initially wrote this for the twitter & ao3 “Opening Day Ceremonies” event [link to original tweet], but i decided to post it here too in honor of the Miya twins’ birthday!!❤️)

“Shit shit shit”

It isn’t unusual for Atsumu to get woken up by his twin, hell he would even say that it’s usual. So that’s not the problem here. The problem is that Osamu hasn’t meant to wake him up this time. There is no body shaking, no yelling in his ears, no light up or sun rays in his face. Nothing.

This time, Atsumu is woken up by Osamu whispering – so the fucker does know how to whisper, Atsumu thinks as he remembers all the times Osamu could have whispered instead of yelled when Atsumu was sleeping.

As weird as it may sound, it is the fact that Osamu is whispering right now that alarms Atsumu way more. He doesn’t show that he’s awake but he discreetly turns his head so that he can see what’s happening in the room.

He sees Osamu pacing the room in only his boxer briefs abnormally, repeating “shit” over and over again.

Atsumu looks at the clock and rolls his eyes when he sees the time, 3am. “Samu for fuck’s sake, have you even slept?” He mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.

Osamu startles and finally stops pacing around, he stills before turning to face his brother. Atsumu doesn’t need any response from the other, Osamu’s face is enough to answer. He obviously hasn’t slept.

The blonde groans as he puts himself in a sitting position. “Samu…”

“I can't Tsumu! I– I can’t fucking sleep. I can’t even fucking stay still. I need to move. I– oh god. I–“

“Shh,” Atsumu shushes him before quickly getting up from the bed and making his way to his panicked twin.

“Calm down Samu.” He opens his arms and Osamu immediately surges forward, hugging the blonde as if his life depends on it. Atsumu says nothing and just tightens his grip on his twin with one arm before drawing soothing circles on his back with the other.

None of them say anything, they don’t like talking about those types of affectionate gestures. So they just stand there in the darkness of the room, getting comfort from each other’s embrace.

They don’t know for how long they stay like this. A while, that’s for sure.

Surprisingly, it’s Osamu who breaks the silence. “I'm scared, Tsumu.” He mumbles, it’s barely audible. Atsumu wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for the extreme closeness they find themselves in.

“I know, Samu. But it’s gonna be okay!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Hell yeah I do.”

Atsumu can feel Osamu rolling his eyes, he snorts before continuing. “Yer the best, Samu. Ya put yer whole into this, and you love what ya do. So there’s no way it won’t be a success.”

He feels Osamu tightening his grip around his body. “Will you come?” He whispers sheepishly.

“Are ya kidding me? How dare ya even ask me that?”

Osamu doesn’t reply. Atsumu wants to argue but he also knows that Osamu needs reassurance right now, so he doesn’t push. “Of course I'll come ya idiot. I won't leave yer side for the whole day.”

At that, Osamu lets go of him. He's frowning when he looks at Atsumu. “What?”

“What?”

“What about practice, Tsumu?” He asks in a disapproving tone.

He shrugs. “I took the day off.”

“Ya what now?!”

“It's fine.” He shrugs again. “It isn’t an important period during the season, plus we were supposed to have practice only in the morning so I'm not missing much anyways. Coach understood when I explained the situation, he didn’t care.”

“When you explained the situation? What excuse did ya use?” Osamu raises an eyebrow.

“I told him it’s my baby brother’s restaurant’s opening day!” The blonde replies, grinning. Even with the darkness of the room, Osamu can see the pride in his twin’s eyes. It almost makes him cry.

“Yer an idiot.” He says, he can feel his face heating up. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised, Atsumu has always been there to support him.

“Yeah yeah I know,” Atsumu chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Come on. Ya need to sleep at least a bit, Samu.” He gestures towards the bed.

Osamu lets himself be led to the bed. He groans when Atsumu tells him that he can sleep with him if he wants. “I'm not a kid anymore,” he grumbles as he’s still making his way to Atsumu's bed.

No matter their age, Atsumu’s scent has always been comforting for Osamu. He remembers how they would sleep in the same bed as kids when one of them had a nightmare and immediately they felt appeased. He smiles as he realizes that it’s still the case now. He's still feeling stressed for his opening day of course, but at the same time he feels relaxed. With Atsumu's presence by his side, he thinks he’ll be okay.

—

True to his words, Atsumu does stay with him for the whole day. He is by Osamu’s side when he opens the restaurant, he is by Osamu’s side when the first customer enters, and he is by Osamu’s side when the latter prepares his first order.

At noon, Osamu gets surprised to see the entire MSBY team entering his restaurant. “We heard it’s opening day, I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, Osamu-san.” Meian announces once all of them entered, a small smile on his face.

Osamu turns to Atsumu, who is grinning at him with Kiyoomi by his side. “Prepare a lot, Suna is bringing the Inarizaki and EJP teams too.” He announces proudly.

“Ya did this? Ya invited everyone?” Osamu asks him almost unbelievably even though he knows that it would be a completely Atsumu-core thing to do.

“Hell yeah I did! Do ya really think I’m not gonna brag about my successful brother?”

Feeling full of love and support, Osamu's stress leaves his body as quickly as it arrived. He spends the rest of the day grinning happily while making his onigiris.

In the end, Atsumu was right (he won’t tell him), Onigiri Miya’s opening day has indeed been a success.

- end -

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #atsumu #osamu #atsumu miya #osamu miya #miya twins birthday

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Ah, I see I was a bit late on the draw with my request. Oh well, c’est la vie!

In that case could I please get prompt 7 with Kokomi?

“Shush and go back to bed”

Characters: Kokomi x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

This post is part of my 800 Follower event, if you’re interested in reading more fics belonging to it, you can find them on my blog under the tag #JustASimp’sSimpingEvent

a/n: I... didn't write for my event in quite some time, so I'll try to do that more frequently from now on, no promises though.

If this isn't what you envisioned or you simply aren't happy with it, just tell me what to do different and I'll try again.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Kokomi

Kokomi was a great leader, strategist, and over-all person, never refusing someone asking her for help, no matter how much she had worked before or how tired she was. But while her kindness was noted by everyone around her and certainly helped her get the great reputation she had among the residents of Watatsumi Island, it also meant that she’d often come home without any energy.

And so, you’d take it upon yourself to at least help her with the smaller tasks so she could focus on important matters. And while that in itself already helped her immensely, there were still times there was too much work for her to finish.

When you found Kokomi passed out by her desk, pen still in hand and paper in front of her, your first reaction was to let out a small sigh. This wasn’t the first time you found her like that and very likely wouldn’t be the last, but before you could spend even more time debating how to help her, you decided to try carrying her to bed without waking her, only to take her place at the desk once you succeeded, trying to finish as much of her paperwork while she was asleep and ease her burden just a little bit. But before you got too far, you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing you to glance towards it, only to be greeted by Kokomi looking at you with a tired look.

Just as the divine priestess opened her mouth to say something, you cut in, knowing too well that once she’d be able to make an argument for why she should be the one doing her work, you’d probably feel compelled to agree, and so you forced yourself to interrupt her in the most decisive tone you could muster, “Shush and go back to bed.”

Once again, she was about to respond, only for you to force yourself to repeat the process, and while you couldn’t help but feel extremely bad about it, you just wanted her to recharge her energy without worrying about work.

“Kokomi, let me finish this for you. You may overwork yourself again tomorrow, but not today, so either prepare to go and take the longest nap of your life or to call the guards, because I’m not going anywhere”, you declared, only for Kokomi to stand there in silence for a few moments before you once again glanced up to her, only to see her with a book about strategy in hand, suddenly making you realise why exactly she was here, causing your face to heat up slightly.

“That’s really nice of you and I won’t stop you, but could you maybe read me something out of this first? You don’t have to, but it would make taking a nap much easier and more enjoyable”, she asked, obviously still feeling exhausted. The last thing you could refuse was to help her, so you begrudgingly stood up before walking back to bed with her, fully intending to be by her side until she fell asleep and then returning to doing work.

By the end of the hour, both of you had long fallen asleep.

#JustASimp'sSimpingEvent #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #kokomi imagines #kokomi x y/n #kokomi x you #kokomi x reader #sangonomiya kokomi

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

🌈

Fluff? Believe it or not I actually do have something for this!

This is an after credits scene for Properties of Adaine (which is no where close to actually being done) so watch out for big spoilers below!

"You have to take this seriously."

"Please, Adaine," Aelwyn huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder in a dismissive way, "When have I ever not been serious?"

"Your usual demener is very light hearted and careless," Ayda, sweet Ayda, spoke up. The three of them were in the Golden Garden washroom. It wasn't as spotless as Adaine would have liked but it was the cleanest place in Leviathan and didn't have the risk of Arthur bursting in at any moment. "I can name a few instances where you took a situation with seriousness but they are not many."

Aelwyn pointed at her, like Ayda had just backed her up. "See? I can be serious!"

"But there have been more times that you are not," Ayda made sure to clarify.

Aelwyn waved her hand at her. "Shush."

Adaine groaned and rubbed at her eyes. "I'm regretting this already..."

"I promise to treat this as an issue of grave importance," Ayda said though she tilted her head in confusion a moment after, "though I will admit I don't fully understand why. You're just asking us to... help you with you makeup, yes?"

Aelwyn snorted. "We're polishing our dear little sister."

"Look," Adaine started, glaring breifly at Aelwyn, "I know neither of you can... really understand. But this is extreamly important to me. It's a sign of trust. I wasn't even permitted to get myself ready for months! Not until Goldenhoard was convinced I could do it properly. It's..." She waved her hands about as she searched for the words. "I want to bond with the both of you. This is how I bond, okay?"

Ayda looked increadibly touched but Aelwyn hummed and crossed her arms. "Why now? You didn't even let me watch your skincare routine when I was in charge of you."

"Because you're a wackjob," Adaine answered plainly, causing Ayda to let out one HA before she remembered herself, "and I was kinda worried you'd ban me from doing it at all."

"Ah," Aelwyn said, nodding slowly, "yes I...might have. Your whole thing was very confusing to me. Still is."

"I, for one, am excited to bond with you my sisters," Ayda said, her wings fluttering a bit behind her, "even if I do not fully understand it I recognize it's important to you, Adaine."

"Thank you." Adaine smiled gratefully as Aelwyn nodded along in agreement. Adaine then propped herself up onto the counter, kicking her legs slightly with nerves as she gestured to the products crowding the rest of the bathroom. "Okay, um, I set everything out so you can get started whenever you want."

Aelwyn and Ayda exchanged a glance. Adaine was impressed. Nonverble communication was still hard for Ayda. Ayda cleared her throat akwardly. "Is that it? You are not going to show us what to do?"

Adaine shrugged, the kicking of her legs picking up just a little. "I already did all the base stuff. You guys are just putting the finishing touches on. And you doing whatever you want is kinda the whole point so..."

Aelwyn smirked teasingly. "What if I drew a big butterfly across your face like they do at carnvials?"

Adaine gave her an unimpressed look. "This is why I didn't trust you earlier."

"Okay, okay." Aelwyn held her hands up placatingly. "Nothing too embarrassing. Got it."

"Well..." Adaine hesitated. "I don't care if it's embarrassing. Just... don't make it a joke."

"We should try to reflect ourselves in the design, yes?" Ayda asked, picking up some eyeliner, "As if we were customizing a satchel or our living areas."

"Right," Adaine agreed with a relieved sigh, nodding to her, "just... try to be honest about it, is all, I guess."

"Hmm fine," Aelwyn griped but Adaine knew her well enough by now to tell it was almost entirely a show, "I'll draw on you but in a serious way or whatever."

"Thank you," Adaine said as sincerely as she could and smiled at Aelwyn sticking her tongue out at her.

Ayda gentle cupped Adaine's chin as Aelwyn began rifling around the makeup supplies. "Please close your eyes, little sister, and hold as still as you can."

Adaine did so and succeeded in not wincing when her eyelids were stroked by the eyeliner pen. She kept her eyes closed for the majority of the process, letting herself fall into the feeling of being tended to. Ayda's rougher hands continued to work on its face, her grip softly guiding Adaine's head every which way. Aelwyn's delicate fingers hovered around it's neck and Adaine had no idea what she was doing down there. But they were all too far into it to backout now. Adaine simply didn't talk or move except where directed and tried not to mess up its sister's work.

#adaine abernant #fantasy high #dimension 20 fanfiction #aelwyn abernant #ayda aguefort

[amazingmsme]

Tic-Tac-TOE

AN: tickletober day 2- drawn on. Nott is severely underrated in this community so I had to show her some love! Hope you enjoy! 

"Nott. Oh Noooott. Nott the Braaaaave."

Nott's eyes blearily blinked open, the fuzzy outline of Jester coming into focus. She cleared the sleep from her voice before attempting to speak.

"Oh, hello Jester. Did I sleep too long? Do we have to get on the road?" she asked, sitting up. Jester shushed her and guided her back down on her bedroll.

"Sh sh, no we don't have to go yet," she soothed.

"Oh, that's good. Wait a minute... WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP?" she screeched, throwing herself back under her blankets and curling into a ball on her side. Jester couldn't help but giggle.

"Weeell, Caleb said you'd been feeling a little sad lately, so he asked if I could use some of my classic charm to cheer you up!" she chirped happily. Nott grumbled under her breath, pulling the blanket higher over her head. Unfortunately, this made her feet stick out of the covers and a cold shiver ran through her body. Jester eyed the bare feet with mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"I'm fine Jester, thanks for the concern. But I'll feel much happier once I finish my nap," she said pointedly. Jester was already digging through her brushes and paints, humming along to act like she was listening. Though she really wasn't.

"Well Caleb asked me to do something about it, and I won't let him down. You've been so grouchy lately," she teased, grabbing an ankle and wiggling her pinky toe. Nott jerked underneath the covers with a startled giggle. Her head flew out of the blanket to stare at her with wide eyes.

"Jester! What do you think you're doing?" She only shrugged innocently in response to the question.

"I just think you'd be like, a lot happier if you had some super cute doodles on your feet. So you can look down at them, make up funny little voices, you know. That stuff," she supplied helpfully. A dark green blush spread across Nott's cheeks. She crossed her legs in an attempt to hide her feet.

"Funny, that's like, the complete opposite of what I'd like you to do," she sassed, a startled squeal slipping out when Jester grabbed her feet. "Wahait can't we talk about this?"

"Oh but there's nothing to talk about. I already talked it over with the Traveler, and he said this was definitely the best way to cheer you up," she said casually as she already started drawing a face on her big toe. Nott immediately started giggling and scrunched up her foot. Jester tutted and shook her head, grabbing her toe and pulled it back to stretch out her sole.

"Ohoho nohoho, d-don't lihihisten to him! Hehe doesn't know ahahanythihing!" she screeched, throwing the blanket over her head, as if that would help. Jester gasped and scribbled across her feet with more purpose, drawing out a loud snort.

"Nott, how can you say such a thing? I have to tickle you extra long now for dissing the Traveler," she said, voice full of mock pity. Nott kicked her legs as much as she could, her voice bordering on banshee levels of screeching.

"NOHOHO I'M SOHOHORRY!" she immediately apologized through hysterics. Jester giggled along with her friend as she doodled tiny faces on each of Nott's toes.

"This is papa toe, and here's mama toe, you really need to stop squirming or else it's going to get all smudged," Jester interrupted herself in a deadpanned voice to scold her.

"Ihihi cahahan't! Ihihit's ahawful!" she cried, squirming around in an attempt to escape.

There was a quick knock on the inn door before it opened. "Is everything alright in here?" Fjord's concerned voice came from the doorway.

"Fjord! Fjojohord hehehelp mehehe!" Nott desperately pleaded for his aid. He smirked, walking into the room fully.

"Jester? What uh, what're you doing?" he asked, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.

"Caleb said that Nott was feeling a little glum and asked if I could do anything to cheer her up. And I talked it over with the Traveler and he said this was definitely the way to go," she answered cheerfully, drawing a grid along the sole of her foot. The poor goblin girl let out a squeal of laughter.

"Well if he says so. Seems like it's doing her good; I don't think I've ever seen her laugh this much," he teased, crouching next to Jester.

"Fjohohord dohohon't be an ahahass! Hehehelp mehehe!" Nott demanded. Jester shoved a fountain pen in his hand and nodded enthusiastically.

"You heard her, help me!" she insisted.

Fjord looked between the tiefling's evil grin and the hysterical goblin between them. "Uh..."

"Oh come on, you even said she needs to laugh more," Jester reasoned. And well, he couldn't really argue with that.

"Sorry Nott, but she does have a point," he smirked, following Jester's lead and drawing faces on her toes. She screamed with tormented laughter, pounding a fist on the ground.

"Oh, I know! Let's play tic tac tooooeeee," she sang, wiggling Nott's pinkie toe. She screeched, shaking her head rapidly.

"DOHOHON'T YOU FUCKING DAHAHARE!" she screamed while Jester already started drawing the game board. She started off by marking the center box with an X.

Nott's leg jerked away and Fjord held it down so he could draw a circle in the box next to it, right in the center of her arch. She snorted, burying her face in the covers. Jester cooed and shot her hands under the blanket to squeeze her sides. She could only laugh and flop around like a fish out of water.

"Jester, it's your turn," Fjord reminded. She popped back out, fixing her hair and giving Nott a moment to breathe.

"You two are the fucking worst!" she cried out dramatically when Jester scooped her ankle back up. She scratched another X in the top left corner on the ball of her foot, nearly getting kicked in the jaw.

"Wow, you're pretty ticklish Nott! But don't kick my face, okay?" Jester asked sweetly, scratching between her toes innocently. She howled out for the only one who could save her. The only one who would save her rather than join in.

"CAHAHAHALEHEHEB! CAHALEB HEHEHELP MEHEHE!" she screamed as loud as she could. It felt like eons, but in reality Caleb appeared in the doorway 15 seconds later.

"Alright, party's over," he said with a soft smile and a warm look in his eyes. Jester pouted.

"But we're in the middle of a game!"

"You heard the man! You're finished!"

Jester stared at her for a long moment with a cheshire grin, tail lashing around behind her back. Then she pounced and Nott screamed before she could realize it was just a normal hug.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #nott brenatto #nott the brave #jester lavorre #fjord stone #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!nott #day 2: drawn on #there's no ticklish!nott content so i had to ammend that mistake

[oni-official]

[Ramble, feel free to skip.]

Ah, good, you're waking up, how're you - okay, rude. Stop yelling, your family is otherwise occupied. Wait, that sounded ominous, they're fine. Don't mind being handcuffed to the bed either, just making sure you don't try anything rash.

So. Introductions. I know everything about you, of course, but I'm the guy who runs your favourite Tumblr account. No, not that one. What? No! Not tha- okay, shush before you hurt my feelings, it's oni-official. Feel free to call me M.

Now M, I hear you thinking, why has someone as skilled, charismatic and dashingly good-looking as you broken into my house and tied me to the bed? Not a good look, M, not a good look at all. Rest easy, citizen, because I barely know why I'm here myself. Just need to vent real quick, I guess. You okay with that? Wonderful, I knew I could count on you. What? I know what you said but I know you meant yes.

Life is... eh. I'd feel bad for complaining outright because it could be much worse. But I'm just starting to feel burned out all the time. I get brief flashes of creative energy that I'll put towards starting something I feel really good about but it'll just result in another unfinished story or WIP drawing. As soon as I get interrupted by actual work, I just lose all motivation. And there's enough work on a day-to-day basis that I can't set aside some dedicated time for this stuff. Once again, it's nothing terrible but... well, it's just wearing down on me slowly. No cause for concern, it's just one of those periods but... well, that's where I'm at. I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate you and everyone else who engages with the blog. I wish I was more regular with my posts, just on the off chance that they'll make someone smile or chuckle a bit or otherwise improve their day in some small measure. It's been so fun going back and forth with you all and the asks are just the highlight of my day. I really want to put more effort into answering them than I currently am but, well... yeah, I've been over this. But keep sending them in! Once again, I love the stuff everyone sends in. If you asked something and I haven't responded soon, it probably means I have a drawing or something in mind for it and am just figuring out when to get to it. And feel free to shoot me a DM directly, I might come off as the big mean spook, but I'm a softie when you get down to it. I'd love to get to know some of you beyond the extensive files we maintain. There are so many more of you about than I expected when I started this little experiment of an account, so I guess I do something right.

But yeah, that was about it. I'm going to be sporadic, no real cause for concern, appreciate you. Keys to the handcuffs are on the bedside table there. Don't call the police, they won't help you. Oh, and as always...

Please stand by.

#irl

[alwaysaskerurihan]

Hi my beloved Erurihan !

Maybe it's a little too personal 👉👈 but can you tell us about your first kisses ? Who kissed who & how did you feel after that ?

I love the three of you 😳

🍭-anon

PS feel free to delete the ask if I went too far

PS 2 this blog is amazing

PS 3 I love the three of you [again]

Hange's eyes light up like diamonds at the use of their ship name. "Ahhh thank you very much for calling us that! I keep trying to use it and these two just don't make the same effort, you know?" They bounce on the balls of their heels with a grin although it lowers for a moment as they stare into the grey face. "I wish you hadn't asked on anon though. I would really like to meet you properly. I like your lollipop signature."

Levi twitches on seeing the lollipop, his eyes widening a fraction with curiosity before narrowing again. "We don't use the name because it's about us, Hange. That would be weird." Levi calls over from the couch where he sits across the length of it, his legs resting over Erwin's lap. There are some dark circles taking form underneath his eyes.

Erwin has one hand holding up a book while the other massages Levi's shin, switching between the two. "I must say I agree with Levi on using it ourselves but I like the name well enough."

"Always the mediator, huh?" Levi's huff lacks any real malice.

Hange moves to sit across Levi's crotch then brings their legs up beside them, atop Levi's own. They lean down against Levi's shoulder and nestle into him with a bright smile.

Levi scowls at them. "Comfy are you?"

"Yes thanks."

Levi stares at them like he's considering throwing them off but he simply brings an arm around their shoulders, his fingers rubbing their upper arm. "Tch."

As if reading Levi's mind, Hange reaches for his free hand and cradles it between theirs, lacing their fingers through his. "Gotta get comfy for story time, Levi."

"Tch, you don't need to make an exhibition out of it," Levi retorts.

"Don't go overboard, Hange," Erwin has lowered his book and now has moved that hand to Hange's back, the other still rubbing Levi's legs beneath Hange's own. "It's still a private matter."

"I'll just give them the basics. People are invested in our love story, you know!" Hange insists.

"People need to get a life." Levi counters.

"Shush, Levi." Hange nudges his cheek with their nose, They stare over at the anon. "Well!" They begin enthusiastically. "Erwin and my first kiss happened about a year before Levi joined the Scouts."

"We'd been working on paperwork a lot," Erwin joins in. "I was tired and becoming dulled by the paperwork. Hange started gossiping about the other officers and it brightened my spirits. After some time, they leaned in to kiss me and I didn't want to pull away so I didn't."

"It was really sweet seeing you start laughing," Hange recalls, shooting her lover an affectionate smile. "You look even more handsome when you smile, Erwin. You both do," they add, nuzzling into Levi's jaw. They eye the anon again. "We had a few more moments where we kissed but we didn't want to land our friendship in trouble by complicating it." They continue.

"Of course after Levi appeared on the scene and our feelings included him, we realized that our friendship hadn't been spoiled by the pushed boundaries but rather it had been enhanced." Erwin explains. "We were talking to each other a lot more and trusting each other with more private concerns in general. Hange actually predicted that Shadis was going to leave the Scouts," he adds

"Enabling us to have more secret kisses in your office," Hange giggles against Levi's chest.

Erwin rubs their back with a smile. "It certainly did."

There is a substantial pause, during which Hange draws random shapes over Levi's chest before looking up into his neutral expression. "I don't think you two ever told the story of your first kiss." They remark contemplatively.

Levi's hand on their shoulder lifts to toy with some of their hair. "Ours happened on a ride back from Mitras." he explains. "While we were resting the horses. Eyebrows over there was unusually quiet. His head was still stuck in the shitty-ass meeting we'd come from. A bad one. They wouldn't give us even a third of the funding we needed."

Hange's eyes grow. "Was that when Lord Newton was being a thorn?"

Erwin nods. "I let myself get bogged down by how the Scouts would manage on what we had. Levi coaxed me out of it."

"With his lips!" Hange cackles.

Levi rolls his eyes at them. "Don't be stupid, Four-Eyes. I talked him out of it and then the kiss happened. I didn't kiss him until he came out of it."

"Probably would have happened a lot faster if you had," Erwin remarks mischievously. He smirks as Levi gives his thigh a hard press with his heel.

"I still say Levi must have magical lips," Hange argues, "because our first kiss came about after those three MPs came and destroyed my research." They huff as they recall the incident.

"You were just about ready to murder them," Levi remembers with a growing smirk. "It was entertaining for a while but you became depressed for a long time."

"So you kissed them to cheer them up?" Erwin teases.

Levi huffs once more, the exasperation heavy in the sound. "Fuck off. I had to talk about titans for ages to pull Hange out of it."

"It meant a lot that Levi was willing to do that." Hange smiles. "And in the moment, it just felt right. Not long after that, we all got together."

"It didn't feel awful kissing either of them at the time," Levi directs that answer at the anon. "To answer your question. I still don't see why people have to be this invested in us but whatever."

"It felt natural," Erwin agrees. "I suppose the emotion was strong in all of our firsts, which is likely how it should be. No one should go into something like that without emotion." He smiles at the anon. "Your kind words and sentiments are appreciated."

"Yes!" Hange agrees. "So, come and see us again soon!"

#ask erurihan #attack on titan #attack on titan ask #attack on titan rp #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin ask #shingeki no kyojin rp #erurihan #erurihan ask #erurihan rp #erwin smith #erwin smith ask #erwin smith rp #levi ackerman #levi ackerman ask #levi ackerman rp #hange zoe #hange zoe ask #hange zoe rp #erurihan reference #lollipop anon

[countrymusiclover]

18 - Princesses Rescue

Part 19

Yoda's New Padawan

Tag list - @tyrionsprincess30 @nanagoswife @lycaonpictusphotography @bigbendyhorns

Pulling my robe hood up I take his freehand and intertwined it with his whispering. "For Kiera and Leia." He nodded with a nervous smile watching the ship lifting off the ground through the window. "For Kiera and Leia."

Keeping my head down I walk through the crowds of people with Obi-wan behind me. We had passed a homeless clone trooper that nearly make me sob uncontrollably but I thankfully shook past it. It's safer to assume there's someone watching us, that at any minute someone could turn us in. I'm still going on to get my daughter back and my niece. Entering a dark light room there's a rumor that this man is a Jedi so I hide behind the wall lisening in. I catch a glimpse of a wire up his sleeve and scoffed drawing my lightsaber against Obi-Wan's protest. "Y/n!" He whispered as I grab the guy by his shirt reveling the green light of the weapon. "This is the weapon of a real Jedi. You liar, praying on the innocent. It's pathetic." Obi-wan draws a gun shoving me behind his back glaring down at me.

"Lisen girl, I'll show you some tricks of my own if I can maybe hold the blade." The guy spoke nervous having a gun pointed at him he dared to ask my husband. "What do you know of the Force?" Obi removed his wire breaking it with a scoff. "Just that's it's a lot of remotes and magnetics. You're going to help us find these girls were looking for." The guy nods hus head letting him lower the gun while I closed my lightsaber. "What were you thinking back there drawing it out so easily. You've exposed yourself." Obi-wan grumbled to me right before we caused an explosion in the place we were given direction too. "I'm not losing our daughter while there are people on the street pretending to be us. It's just sickening so I won't apologize." Tapping buttons on the keypad to the door it opens and Obi walks in first getting hit in the gut with something. "That's my daddy." Kiera cried running towards him. I glanced down to Leia grabbing her as she tried to run, blocking her way out. "It's okay. We're friends of your father, Leia."

Leia stepped back away unsure of us until Kiera offers her hand to her saying. "It's okay, Leia. My parents won't hurt you.." She takes her hand and I take Kiera's other hand following Obi-wan out the door quickly. We stopped at a clothes stand where I pull one shirt over my head dropping my grey cloak and putting on another one. Leia noticed Obi's lightsaber on his belt when he removed his cloak once we gave the girls different cloaks. "Is that a...You're a Jedi?" Obi shushed her out of fear glancing around at people. "It's just, you seem kinda old and beat up...both of you do." Leia puts her hand in mine letting me drag her along with Kiera near her father. Obi-wan pulled us towards another table selling clothes where I see our pictures on screens everywhere which isn't good.

Leia grabbed some gloves putting them on while Kiera clipped a red cloak on. I pull the hood over her head picking her up and carrying her. Obi-wan bends down to the little princess telling her our lie. "Now, if anyone asks we're farmers from Tawl. And you're my daughter." Leia mumbled under her breath. "Granddaughter, maybe." He whipped his head around confused. "What?" I mouthed the word "Uncle" to him after she said quickly. "Nothing, let's go." Kiera grips my cloak and I hide her head against my chest hoping that we can get to the ship without being spotted. Leia moves her head looking everywhere around where Obi grabbed her shoulders moving her along, getting annoyed that she's more stubborn than his own daughter. "Don't smell, look or touch anything." The princess whined. "You sound like my parents...maybe you two aren't really Jedi."

"We are - it's just not safe right now.. " I try explaining to her hoping she'll stop talking. Kiera climbed down quickly telling Leia. "It's true my mommy can make things float." Slapping a hand over my face I keep walking grumbling at my daughter. Really Kiera not helping. "Make me float." Leia asked with Kiera leaning into her. "Make us float, daddy." Obi moved his head down shaking his head no at them. Leia crossed her arms over her chest. "What's your name anyway?" I quickly replied to the princess pushing our way through the crowd. "I'm May and this is my husband Ben. Kiera is our daughter." Kiera and Leia walked together and I have to fight crying at how cute they are together. She tilts her head up judging Obi who keeps pulling us away from people. "You're hiding something...the less you say the less you give away. It's the opposite." Obi-wan and I blinked down to her when he questioned. "How old are you?" Leia grinned answering. "10." He mumbled under his breath to me. "You don't sound like you're ten." I squeeze his hand mumbling back. "She's an impressive ten year old."

The four of us take a seat trying to rest for a few. Kiera leans back against the wall by Leia. Obi-wan gets up opening a tracker from the bounty hunter he knocked out. A picture of me and him flashes before Leia points towards us. "You did lie. They took me and Kiera to get to you." She sniffs through tears running away and stupidity Kiera runs after her. Picking up my boots we raced after them. "Leia, Kiera!" He called out trying to reach them. "She never does this at home." I call back to him pushing threw people and climbing up onto a roof. "Leia is becoming just like her father." Obi-wan reached her when a bounty hunter stopped Leia until he shot the man. Kiera grabbed Leia's hand dragging her away. The pair run and I almost can reach Kiera until someone starts shooting at me. I get hit in the arm screaming. "Agh - Leia - Kiera!" Obi-wan draws his gun pulling us behind a metal box shooting back. Drawing my gun I blasted towards the bounty hunter glancing over my shoulder seeing the girls jump off the edge grabbing the rope with one hand. "Kiera - Leia!" Obi-wan and I rushed forward dropping on our knees crying out.

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raphael is sitting off away from the other angels. the archangels going on and on and on about something and while they should be with the other thrones and dominions, standing in all of their glory -- they weren't.

sitting cross-legged they half listen. grey wings stretched out behind them until they notice that curly haired angel from before. the passer-by who'd stayed to watch the stars come to being.

                ❝           oi !!      ❞      it's more of a stage whisper than a whisper, getting them shushed by another angel nearby before they wave the other over, excitedly. though it doesn't quite reach brown eyes. though their smile is perfectly reassuring.

                ❝           i haven't seen you since the stars -- how're your ... people? is that what they were called? how're they turning out?     ❞    this is a more natural whisper as they come over to stand by the other angel's side. leaning into him just slightly. nose scrunched up a bit.                 ❝           that gabriel sure has a mouth on him. could talk for centuries, that one, just to hear himself.      ❞     / @sauntereddownward

he's standing nearby, hovering slightly on the outside of a group of other angels, chattering away about something. he's kind of awkwardly peering over their shoulders, attempting to join their conversation, with little success, && he's grateful when someone speaks from behind him, drawing his attention away.

"right, i'll just — see you fellows later, then," he says, && gets no response. his wings droop a little, but he brightens again when he sees that it's the angel from before who's beckoned him over. smiling, almost giddy with relieved excitement, he gives a little wave back && goes to join them.

"wow! yes, it's been that long, hasn't it?" he beams. "the people are good! they're going well. they've moved past the concept stage now. i believe we're doing first draft sketches. waiting for the Almighty's approval, of course. haven't... heard much feedback, but i suppose no news is good news, right?"

there's a slight bit of doubt in his voice, but he forces it down with another smile, relaxing just a bit as the other angel stands next to him, their shoulders brushing. he follows their gaze to gabriel, && winces a little. "i don't — well, you probably shouldn't say things like that," he protests weakly. "he is the supreme archangel of all heaven, so the things he's saying must be important." of this, aziraphale sounds notably less sure. "but—" as gabriel's loud voice cuts above the dull roar of the other angelic voices, it's quite evident that he's not talking about anything of great significance, && aziraphale looks down, hiding his quiet laughter. "or not — but really, you shouldn't." he taps them on the arm chidingly. "anyway, how's that star factory working out? a... nebula, you called it, right?"

#— in character ♡ #— answer ♡ #— v; we were angels once‚ don't you remember? ♡ #— my sunflower (sauntereddownward) ♡ #sauntereddownward