#I'm still hoping it's just oranges but so far it looks like I get reactions from other citruses too
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I drank lime flavored electrolyte/energy drink and I hope so incredibly much that I'm just imagining the slight tingling on my lips... 🙃
#allergy adventures#diaryposting#I'm still hoping it's just oranges but so far it looks like I get reactions from other citruses too#just not as strong as from oranges#also IMO new allergies shouldn't be allowed to form in your thirties :(#it was already bullshit when it happened in my twenties#why does my body think this is appropriate behavior now?!#the tip of my tongue burns a bit too...#I don't like this
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(Dumb words after tonight's episode. Just for me, really.)
Oh, this ends now. Danny’s so fucking keyed up he can barely breathe as he stomps back to the locker room where most of the friendlier faces are holed up, hoping to go unnoticed. Danny doesn't want to be unnoticed. He slams the doors apart with enough force that the knows bounce back at him and has every single face turned towards him.
And then he stops halfway into the room, fuming and furious, hands balled into fists at his sides because the adrenaline has to go somewhere.
Orange is the first to get his wits about him; ironic. "Danny, you should—"
"Did you fuck him?" Danny demands, shaking against the floor, and isn't looking at Orange at all.
Darby's eyebrows arch. "Who, Claudio? Did you hit your head against—"
"Jack," Danny growls. "Did you fuck him?"
The room goes very, very quiet; still enough that Danny can hear the squeak of a sneaker sole against the tiles. There's a long stretch of nothing, too long, far too long, where Darby stares at him before he sucks in a deep breath and says, "None of your fucking business."
That's it: that's the answer. And Danny's seeing red. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I said it was none—"
"That's an answer," Danny cries. "Do you fucking understand what you did? He went after Matt, Darby, the man who has been like a father to me. Do you fucking know what that feels like?"
Oh, Darby’s pissed, all right, but Danny’s full of far more rage. It's all tangled up in his stomach, where it's been knotted since Matt's head made cracking contact with the announcers' desk. And Darby tries, he does, says, "I didn't have anything to do with—"
"He's fucking licking at my damn heels," Danny cuts him off. "He's doing everything he can, crossing every line, because now he knows it'll get him attention. Or validation. Or whatever brand of fucked up this is, I don't care. He's going after me like this because you fucked him up."
Finally, Darby’s features betray a reaction, a flicker of doubt. They aren't friends, him and Darby. They're barely allies, shoved together because of all this bullshit descending on the locker rooms around them. And Danny doesn't trust that Darby isn't gonna lunge at him, throw a punch, get his teeth out; no, Danny’s walked him into a corner, and there's a dozen other sets of eyes on him right now.
"Fuck off," Darby finally says, low and ragged.
"God, this is just fucking perfect." Danny points an accusing finger at him. "This is just fucking fitting. I've gotta deal with this deranged, righteous piece of shit who thinks that going after my family is gonna get him a sliver of the attention he's so fucking desperate for, because you fucking taught him it would work."
Darby's gaze flits sideways as his tongue comes out, drags along his bottom lip. But he doesn't say anything, and Danny doesn't think he can. It's pretty hard to argue with someone dangling the truth in front of your face. He just sort of hunches in a bit, shoulders slumping. Finally, because Danny’s got him on the ropes, he manages to choke out, "Seems like you got it all handled, doesn't it?"
"God," Danny spits. Of course, Darby was watching all that, not helping. Not getting involved. "Fuck you. And fuck this."
"Danny," Orange tries, ever the peacemaker, but it's too late. Danny will do this on his own, with Matt and Zay and Quen.
"I'm out," Danny tells the room at large: anyone and everyone. "I'm done."
When he leaves, there's no satisfaction, but whatever. He'll find it another way, by stripping the belt out of Jack’s miserable fingers.
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People Are Strange
Yup, a surprise drop from me instead of any of the things I promised. Honestly, I just fell into a weird state today and very much was missing the state and things I'm describing here, so I just wrote some extremely self-indulgent blatant self-insert thing I doubt anyone will enjoy. Yup, everything here, except the surprise guest part, is how I sometimes spend time, and the paintings are actually my real paintings too. Welcome to the mind of Juju, I guess, lol.
So yeah, sorry, I'm hoping this will shake me out of today's stupor and let me do the things I actually should. And maybe someone will like it, I dunno.
CW: afab!reader, smoking (a lot of it), alcohol mentioned, clearly unhealthy behavior and habits, altered state of mind, unsafe behavior (please don't let strangers into your home at night). Reader is a painting hippie-adjacent weirdo (hello). Basically no plot. Probably OOC Ghost. Or not. He's also a weirdo, you know.
(Title from a song by The Doors, but it's this track by Ren I've been listening to this whole time, recommended to listen while reading)
There was a certain irony in the fact that it was the evening you spent blasting The Doors in your lonely apartment that your door got knocked on.
You weren't expecting anyone, self-inflicted isolation has already spiraled to the point where everyone knew to leave you be until another episode passes. All the friends that tried to get ahold of you, were left with unread messages, unanswered calls and your neighbours' reassurance that you were still live and going out to buy groceries - stacks of cigarette packs, the same brand of beer and random assortment of both proper food and unhealthy snacks.
You were fine. You just needed a pause, a break to get recharged in that suspended state outside normal world. Forget about the clocks and proper routine, submerge yourself into nowhere and nowhen, take time to allow yourself some doubt whether or not you even existed.
And paint. You also wanted to paint.
Waking up late past noon, spending time just laying on the parquet board of your floor, eating leftovers and chasing yourself into that limbo by the time darkness fell over the city, you disappeared from here and now every night for already two weeks. World stopped being real, cigarette smoke filled the room in an infinite chain of drags, coiling in a prophetic dance under your slightly yellowish lamps, music warped your sense of space, until you finally dissosiated with that excited tingling in the tips of your fingers holding a brush in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Sounds and objects turned unrecognizable, carrying you through the ever-new and exciting inside-out of the universe.
So it took you some time to finally gather that it was knocking on your door that you heard - you were so far away from Earth, mix of reds, oranges and pinks gliding over your wet canvas, that you forgot even to get scared by someone knocking, quite insistently, into your apartment at one past midnight.
Not that you even remotely knew what time it was.
Still delayed in your reactions, you finally put the butt of your snuffed out cigarette into the overflowing ashtray - the mountain of ash with butts sticking out of it reminded you of that little chemistry trick with ammonium dichromate, and then got up. Once you opened the door of your bedroom, you almost sobered up from your hazed state, much cooler and clearer air of the rest of the apartment hitting your cheeks and exposed shoulders - you didn't even realize how much your train smoking fogged the room and dimmed the light there. The lack sounds in lifeless, yet still lit with all the lamps, rooms, also made you feel like the world got muffled. Must've been all the music you've been listening to for hours.
Or maybe you were still somewhere partially outside your body, far, far away from that two-bedroom apartment with windows looking outside at their yellowish twins littering unevenly neighborly buildings.
Someone knocked again, finally startling you, and you padded barefoot to the door, unlocking it without peeking outside - you forgot.
You didn't know that large man standing outside your apartment, dressed in all black, matching up to the surgical mask on his face. You moved here a few months ago and were going out at normal hours before you had your little episode, and you have never seen him before. What could he even want?
A realisation dawned on you as he looked you over with a visible disappointment in his piercing eyes - was it your sirwal pants, your paint-stained skin exposed by a Ganesha tanktop, all the bracelets or the paint brush you wer still clutching in your hand, you weren't sure, but he looked like the kind of man to grunt "damn hippies" into your back with all the disdain he could find in himself. So the logical conclusion came quickly, despite your brain being slow and foggy, still stuck at the canvas you were engrossed in to the point of using your fingers to paint too.
"Music, yeah?"
He blinked at you, clearly cut off in the middle of his sentence - fuck, you didn't even register his voice, must've been on the wavelength you've already got numb to. But you still tried.
"Sorry, I didn't... my music's too loud? I can turn it down, sorry, I didn't realize-"
"No. I knocked not because of the music." You blinked now, too, the stinging in your eyes hinting that you haven't done that for some time. "I'm from the apartment across... you're new here?"
"Couple... three months, I think. Sorry, I've never seen you, is that Billy's apartment?" Maybe it wasn't. You were pretty sure it was, though, you met Billy once or twice, busy lad, but a nice one. His hoodie was the colour of beans and he looked much friendlier than the guy towering over you in front of your door.
"Aye, bloke's my landlord. Listen, love, I only knocked 'cause ya're the only one not asleep on the floor yet. Can I come in? Got locked out, just came back from work and bloody lock got jammed. Can't call anyone this late." He sighed again and you blinked very forcefully this time, raising your eyebrows to clear your vision and get another, real good look at the man.
He looked tired.
Somehow the more you looked at him, the softer his feautures got - all the hostility now revealing itself to be just plain human irritability and grumpiness from exhaustion. Deep shadows under his eyes - although there was just pure black smidged under his left one, so maybe he actually wasn't as sleep-deprived as he seemed. His posture was off, slouched shoulder that did nothing to make him look less hulking, weight shifted onto one foot to support a duffelbag on one shoulder. Nice boots, though, and keys with the familiar key to common door - so he actually did live here.
"You wanna sleep over?" Your disorganised self tried to do several things at once - ask a question like a normal person would and open the door to invite in a stranger like no normal person would - and almost got stuck in the middle, so you slurred your words and stopped before your door was open enough to let the broad guest inside.
To his credit, he only leaned forward, as if for a step, and then paused, blond eyebrows furrowing with suspicion.
"Ya drunk? High?" Watching him take a step back, you tried to think about his question. Were you? Probably not.
"No, jus' tired." That was easier to explain than the fact that you felt your head fill with fuzzy black dots and little spiky wheels running over the inside surface of your skull. "Come in. I have a spare bedroom."
He came in. Judging by the sound it hit your floor with, his bag was loaded - if you could spare a minute to think properly, you would realize it shouldn't be a surprise if he left for more than three months to avoid meeting you. Wiping your suddenly sweaty and greasy forehead, you tried remembering what is usually done when you have guest's over.
"So... you can leave shoes here... toilet's down this hall, the furthest door, bathroom's close-"
"Name's Simon."
For whatever reason, it was his name, thrown out there right when your playlist paused between Crystal Ship and Spanish Caravan, that made you finally snap back into your body. You felt the itch in your fingers where your brush handle dug into the skin, smelled the smokey aftertaste in the air left by you opening the door and letting that one and a half packs worth of smoke into the apartment, and felt cold in your bare arms. Even felt the hairs on your forearms rise protectively.
"Right. Nice to meet you, Simon. Sorry, I'm a little bit... distracted." Scratching your eyebrow, you named yourself and repeated the instructions about the shoes and hands washing - surprisingly, Simon did just as you said. Seeing him in the bathroom with half of the tiles decorated by those special markers was funny.
Too much glitter and unicorns for such brute of a man.
"So, uh, I wasn't actually going to sleep yet... I can turn off the music so you can rest... want some tea?"
Simon didn't answer straight away, hesitating between two towels, until you finally rushed to help him and shoved the one with Pinky Pie in his wet hands.
"Wouldn't mind a cuppa, love. And don't worry 'bout the music. 'M not gonna sleep either, jus' need a place to stay until I can call 'bout the damn lock. Jus' a few hours and I'm gone."
A few hours was exactly how much you had left in you, before you would sleepily fry your ritualistic veggies for a 6 am supper and collapse on the bed next to a new painting. Somewhat relieved that you didn't have to interrupt your hypnotizing background noise - even though the man himself was quite an interruption - you hummed and padded to the kitchen, finally placing the brush down on the sink edge to keep paint from staining your counter and putting the kettle on.
As you turned, another cigarette between your fingers by inertia, you finally got actually scared - dropped your lighter and everything, big hand reaching out to catch it inches above the floor with inhumane reflex.
"Oh fuck! Shit, sorry, you scared me, you- you're so quiet... thanks." With a trembling hand, you put your cigarette back into your mouth and let Simon light it for you. If your eyes weren't so full of pink from the painting you were doing, you would say his ears reddened a bit.
"Sorry. Jus' a habit," he offered with an awkward nape rub and checked the steadiness of your kitchen table before leaning his hip against it. Behind your back kettle finally started gurgling and bubbling. "Not gonna open a window?"
"Oh, you don't like the smoke? Sorry, I, uhm... well, shit, I kinda got whole apartment fumed..." His eyes smiled - and he chuckled. It was the friendliest sound he made so far, and you liked it. "What? I didn't expect anyone! I just don't wanna get distracted from what I'm doing every time I need a smoke."
"And I take it, you need it a lot, huh?" He chuckled again, and you rolled your eyes at him, turning away for a moment to shake the ash off into the sink. You weren't expecting him to say much more, but he suddenly asked: "Can I 'ave one, too? I mean, I've got mine. Jus' asking if you mind."
Having someone else be okay with smoking inside was nice. Granted, he was probably just using an opportunity since it wasn't his apartment, but your mind flashed with the times you had friend gatherings like that - gutar strings plucked for everyone sitting in a circle, bottles scattered conviniently and that same overflowing ashtray somewhere in the middle, dangerously close to the giant bowl of freshly fried chips.
"Yeah, sure, mate, just... let's go to my room first, I have my ashtray there. Lemme make the tea and I'll show you..."
"Not too hard of a guess which way to go, lass, but sure." Simon was a tease, you finally connected. Taking the piss, a joker. Sarcastic, just like someone you knew.
You missed them less and more now that he was here, disrupting your isolation. Got you completely sobered up by the time you sipped the tea to make sure it won't spill over the rim of the mug, but the thing was, you didn't mind. You passed Simon his mug, the one with "seven days without a pun makes one weak" - suited him well, you thought, and he clearly loved it judging by his chuckle - and grabbed your brush, clutching your cig in your teeth to make way to the bedroom.
Simon blinked as if all the colour and clutter hurt his eyes, when he entered, and then, after a quick scan of the room, locked in on your canvas.
"A real artist, huh?" His tone was surprisingly not mocking - not that you expected to be taken seriously by him. You weren't taken seriously even by yourself.
"No, not really. Just get in the mood sometimes." You showed him the ashtray buried under the hours of trash and took a fresh drag, desperately trying to get back into said mood.
Simon made it hard, though.
"Right. Quite the gallery for "not really" an artist," he circled the room, generally pointing out all the other canvases. Or maybe all the colourful junk in general. "Making a series or somthin'?"
You glanced at the wall he nodded at. Two more pieces with hands imagery. He was right.
"A triptych. Didn't take you for an art person." He cuckled again, as if you made a funny joke, and shook his buzzed head, tapping his cigarette over the mountain Ash.
"'M not. But ya ain't making it hard to guess." While he wandered around your cluttered room, you sat back down at the easel and looked at the rough silouettes of holding hands in the top third of the canvas, trying to rememeber what feeling was strangling your mind to the point of pleasant asphyxia while you were painting them. "And this one?"
Unhappy girl started playing and you caught the irony. A lot of irony tonight, too much for normal world - that's why you felt so safe: you were still not in the real human world where bad things happened to reckless people.
"That's a self-portrait." You grinned as Simon made a point out of looking between you and th big canvas.
"Sorry if that's offensive, but that don't look like ya, love."
"That's cuz it's a self-portrait of how I'm often feeling. Maybe I am a lil' bit of an artist, see, metaphors and shit."
He laughed. You liked that a lot, too. Something started coating your brain in a muffling blanket, and you left your tea mug and cig, picking up the brush again.
"Hands a metaphor too, then?" He finally sat down, on your bed, right where he could watch you paint. You've never been watched, especially while painting, baring your incompetence, chaotic thought flow and emotions.
Your self-portrait was frozen in a constant agony of screaming, overflowing with all feelings at once. If you didn't dissosiate while painting, you would scream in the process too.
"Yeah, hands are a metaphor too," your voice didn't sound right. For some reason, you imagined what you looked like from Simon's point of view from behind.
Like that Johannes Gumpp's painting of himself painting himself from a mirror reflection.
"Of what? World peace?" Simon grunted somewhere behind you, shifting and rustling with something on your bed. Cleared some space for himself among the herd of your stuffed animals? Propped himself on your pillow, still in his street clothes and with a cigarette clutched in a big ungloved hand?
A diturbing feeling of a French stop motion short film enveloped you starting from your forehead, artistic unease of standing on the border of something normal people can't even comprehend. You watched your hand move across the canvas, adding colour intuitively, making judgements on light and shadow intuitively, no training and theory behind your hypnotized movements.
"No... it's a story about coming out of a dark place. I called the triptych "Exit"," you paused, words slurring again as your thoughts slowly choked in the grip of the process and the thrill of having someone witness the birth of your last piece.
Someone who just shifted you back into the right headspace despite being the last person you could imagine doing it.
"It's three steps I'm taking to get out of a bad place in my head. The first piece is To Be." Simon grunted, leaning slightly to the side to glance at the darkest of the paintings. "Cuz that's enough for a start, you know? Just being."
Dipping your brush in bright yellow, you left a stain on the dry skin of one of the hands you were painting. Simon didn't say a word, but you felt that he listened.
"The second one's To Create. Because creating is the opposite of destruction."
There was another pause in the playlist and you lowered your brush, not noticing that the yellow somehow found its way onto your own hand - and now pants too.
Silence lasted probably a million years back at the Earth while you just sat there with your guest. Then the bed creaked, a lighter clicked and a blow of smoke flew over your shoulder, looming form casting a shadow over your bright colours - not a single black spot on this last, third piece.
"And this one?" Simon's voice rumbled right above your ear. You took the cigarette from his hand, slowly, underwater movements and phantom brush of dry lips with an ugly scar on your throbbing in an airless bedroom temple.
"And this one is..." you blinked, a clear thought that he knows hitting the roof of your skull like a suddenly thrown tennis ball. "This one is To Love."
You were still only on your second step, deep into creation. But maybe Simon knocked on your door tonigt to remind you you'll have to move onto the third one soon.
#ghost x reader#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#call of duty#cod#self insert#oneshot#unless i make it my therapeutic series lmao
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I kinda went nuts and casually made this 5k words. OOP- Anyways, stan Mochi, I love him already.
If anyone wants another continuation, be sure to let me know, Im always down to write more cute domestic fluff with your gravity man.
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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures part 2 (First part;♥️) Wordcount: 5,2k Short summary: Their little family gets a new addition in the form of a dog. With that also comes letting their closest friends and family (pretty much only Chuuyas side) know just how serious they are. Warnings: NONE - Y/N used - Reader gets caught lying, Chuuya being a cutie, author is invested in Mochi, Akutagawa being an awkward mess, DAZAI
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"But Chuuya, let me repeat your point yeah?" He nodded, taking a sip of his wine, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.
"You think it's a good idea to get a dog that can protect me while I'm out with them yeah?" He nodded again, trying to find your problem.
"And the first breed you name me is a Chihuahua?" Chuuya shrugged, still struggling to see the problem.
"Chuu, no one is afraid of a Chihuahua. They are like... tiny as Fuck. No person who intends to harm me is gonna see that miniscule thing and go 'yeah I won't fuck with them, they got a Chihuahua '."
"Fine, then what about a Maltese?" You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Meanwhile Chuuya didn't get you. Why not get one of those?; you should like them since they are cute and small like hi- He stopped immediately and cursed internally for having thought that.
"Then what's your idea?" With a huge smile you got up to get your phone.
Getting a dog has so far not been the fairy tale that the movies had sold to Chuuya.
No picking up a stray dog with huge innocent eyes who will love you eternally.
No, the time he had found one it tried to bite him when he approached. In the shelters you haven't found the perfect one either. Either they needed more care and attention that you could plan for or the vibe simply didn't match. So now you were going through listings, in the hopes of finding a puppy you both like.
"Okay sooo… I have found this listing online from a little family whose dog recently had a few puppies, and after I have seen the pictures, I have been thinking about them." You passed Chuuya your phone, watching his reaction carefully as he took in the listing.
You watched his content expression become bewildered, as he scrolled through the pictures. "Those are German shepherds." He stated and you nodded excitedly.
"Yes, I know. And they are so adorable. Don't you think?"
Chuuya didn't know what to think. Sure, these were cute, fluffy looking pups but they'd grow. A lot. And he was unsure of that. In his mind he had always pictured having a dog that’s more... compact.
And while that was his preference, he knew he can't deny you. You'd just need to insist on one of these and he'd get it. He cursed that you had him in your hand.
As you noticed his hesitation, you sat down next to him, laying your head on his shoulder, watching as he took in the pictures. "We don't have to get one of these. It's just... if we get a dog, I want one like that, or a golden retriever, something like that you know?"
Hugging him sideways, carefully aware of his wineglass you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "But like I said, if you don't want to, we won't get one like this. We can always wait."
"No doll, you like these." You rolled your eyes.
"Chuuya, it's our dog. We both make the call and won't decide alone. But if you're worried about them being too big, it says down here, that there's a bit of corgi in here, so they stay rather small." "Really?" Orange eyebrows furrowed as Chuuya read the text.
"We could always ask to see them in person and see if they fit us." You said, a finger trailing over his leg. "Alright. Sounds like a deal. You make the date and I make sure I'll be there alright?" The smile you now wore made Chuuya feel warm.
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Barely a week passed before you sat in your car, Chuuya in the passenger seat, currently trying to squeeze into a parking spot near the family’s home.
"I can't believe you manage to fit that." Chuuya stated once he saw how insanely tight the space had been that now your car stood in. "I'm the majesty of parking spaces, now come on, I wanna pet some cute puppies!" You dragged him along, your eyes looking around as you compared the GPS map to your surroundings.
"This should be it!" You finally stated, opening the front gate to a tiny average looking house. Chuuya grew nervous a little. Which felt weird to him.
He was a Mafia executive for god's sake, and yet the thought of meeting his potential new family member had him wary.
"One second!" A woman called from the other side of the door, after you had rang the doorbell. Once opened the woman took both of you in.
"Sorry for the mess, a toddler and puppies are no easy task!" She said, as you both came in and for what she said, it looked rather clean even. "Follow me, they are currently outside, playing." She stated, guiding you and Chuuya to the backyard where a bunch of black and yellow furred puppies were running around, playing with toys.
Chuuya felt his heart swell immediately upon seeing all these cute little beings. He barely registered you and the mother talking. Only when your hand slipped in his, he was ripped out of his trance, focusing on you again.
"Soo.. let's play with them!" You said giddily and approached the tiny pups. The second your knees made contact with the grass you were swarmed by them, their paws all over your thighs, as they tried climbing onto you. You giggled, hands trying to pet and caress each and every one of them.
Good thing you wore some jeans that could be ruined, as you had expected something like this. When your quickly looked next to you, you saw that Chuuya barely got any attention from the puppies as they were busier trying to get to lick your hands.
Sensing how Chuuyas mood took a dip, you picked one puppy up and placed it closer to him, but the second Chuuya lifted his hand to pet it, it ran back to you.
Well... This was awkward.
"You can pick which one you like best." He just stated, trying his best to mask his disappointment. "No, Chuu, you know we both pick one."
He looked over to you, who was getting swarmed by the furry beasts, and he wondered just what it was about him that dogs didn't like... He knew dogs had a weird sixth sense, so perhaps it was something about him, like the whole Arahabaki thing that made them keep their distance.
A sigh escaped his lips, and you shot him a sympathetic smile. "We can always look for others." You stated trying to cheer him up. He nodded, once again trying to mask his true feelings, as to not upset you.
But just when he was getting up, one of the puppies ran up to him, nudging his hands.
Hesitantly and very slowly Chuuya moved his hand towards the little thing and eventually his gloved hand met the body of the pup. The soft fur tickled the skin the glove didn't cover and if Chuuya ignored all his feelings about you for just a second, this was the best feeling ever.
You watched him, biting your lip from how cute the scene looked, with your Mafia boyfriend almost crying from cuddling a puppy. He looked unlike himself, all soft and in disbelief of the situation.
"I think we made a choice." You whispered to the woman, who chuckled quietly and led out back towards the patio so you could talk.
While you discussed when the puppy could be picked up, which shots he had already gotten and anything else that could matter, Chuuya was busy playing with the soon to be new family member, finding immense joy in watching the little thing do the most mundane things.
He barely noticed time passing, until you cleared your throat behind him. Curiously he looked up from his sitting position and cocked an eyebrow.
"Chuu, it's time to go home. They'll be tired soon and we still have some cooking to do." "Oh yeah, of course." He quickly regained composure, getting up and dusting off his clothes.
He desperately tried to ignore the puppy that was nudging against his leg to continue playing. He coughed in his hand, shifting awkwardly.
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"Thank you so much for your time. You have my number so if anything important comes up, don't hesitate to message me." You said and waved goodbye to the family and took Chuuyas hand to return to the car. Once in it and on the road, you got talking.
"We can pick him up in a month."
Chuuya needed a second to register what you meant. "We're gonna get him?"
"I mean, you were so in love with the little one, so I asked if someone wanted him specifically and now he's ours. He will get his remaining shots at the vet, and then we can pick him up in a month."
Chuuya was silent. Oddly so.
"Chuuya?"
"I love you so much."
You chuckled, caressing his thigh, as you kept your eyes on the road. "As do I. Any ideas for a name yet?" You asked but the ginger shook his head.
"No... I guess I have enough time to think about any ideas. Do you?"
This time you shook your head. "Nope. I'm sure a fitting name will come find us." You said, pulling into the garage of your shared home.
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Time passed, but barely quick enough for Chuuya. Never in his life had a month felt as long. Not when he really wanted his dog but the most he got was pictures you showed him after work that you got from the very kind owners.
He had already ordered all kinds of pet stuff you could need in an effort to keep his mind off the excruciating long time, but it only made it worse. Now there was pet stuff everywhere in the apartment, and no dog to show. Damn his overexcitement.
A knock on his office door interrupted him from his workflow. Fortunately, it wasn't a subordinate coming with bad news or anything, it was Kouyou, carrying a little gift box.
"Ane-san, how are you, do you need anything?" He asked, setting his papers aside. Kouyou took seat in front of his desk, putting the pink box with white ribbon on top on it.
"I was out shopping the other day and I bought some sweets for you and your partner. Who I still haven't met by the way."
Ah yes, the god ol' passive aggressive way of Kouyou saying "When am I going to meet them?"
"Come on, it's not that serious or deep." Chuuya tried to downplay, but this was still Kouyou he was talking to, so with a smirk she replied; "Ah yes, your totally not serious partner that moved in with you and are now adopting a dog with. At least invite me to the wedding when the time comes.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes. There was no hiding the truth from Kouyou, especially not between the two of them.
"I'd get not letting them meet the Akutagawas, Mori or Kajii, but me? Didn't I raise you better than that?" She said with a dramatic sigh at the end, further lamenting the feeling of being left out.
"You know they are a regular person, so I'd prefer to keep ‘em far away from any of this. But maybe, someday, I'll invite you to dinner. And you know if I were to get married, you'd get the important roles anyway."
With a smile, she got up. "That's all I wanted. I just hope you're happy Chuuya. I'll leave you to it then."
She left his office, only the package left on his desk from her.
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"From your big sister?" You questioned as Chuuya put the box in your hands while he hung up his coat. "She's not my actual sister. Her names Kouyou and she's reeeal curious about you."
You smile awkwardly, before you set the box on the kitchen island and drag him towards your room. "Sounds interesting. You'll have to tell me more later, because for now, I have a surprise for you!"
Chuuya raises a curious eyebrow and watches you open the door, only to see a puppy running out, that's now circling his legs.
Amazed he bends down to get rid of his gloves, his hands brushing through the soft fur. "B-But...how? It hasn't been a whole month just yet?" He asks, voice an octave higher.
"I was surprised too. He got his last vet exam yesterday and I was asked if we're already ready to pick him up. I said yeah, and came to get him today. We're just... Lacking a name still."
Chuuya didn't care about all that right now. He was too busy enjoying being an official pet owner now, engraving the feeling of soft fur and a tiny tongue licking his hands in his brain for all eternity.
He felt like he could combust from happiness in this moment, from just how perfect his life seemed right now. A loving partner, his lifelong dream of a dog being fulfilled.
"Mochi." You stated, ripping through Chuuyas mind.
"Huh?"
"Your sister got us mochi." You repeated, holding up one of the treats from the box. Looking down at the pup, Chuuya smiled.
"Why don't we call him that?"
"Mochi?"
"Yeah? He sure is sweet enough to be one." You smiled, watching Chuuya stroke the puppy that excitedly wiggled its tail.
"That's a cute idea. Mochi it is then." While munching on a mochi, you crouched down to Chuuya and placed on in his mouth too, his eyes not leaving the puppy. He chewed, smile ever present on his lips.
"I love him so much already." He stated, mouth still full. Once he had finally swallowed, his turned his attention from Mochi to you, kissing you all over you face in pure excitement.
He called in sick the next day just so he could play with Mochi all day, making you chuckle as you listened to the worst fake cough ever as he phoned around.
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Falling into the new routine was easy even. Mochi would be walked to his dogsitter (who Chuuya had thoroughly vetted before he even got to meet Mochi) by you on your way to your job.
After your shift you come pick him up, walk a detour through the park, get home, start dinner as you both wait for Chuuya to come home.
At the weekend Mochi goes to a dog trainer for a few hours for his behavior and to learn new tricks and otherwise spends the days with you, whatever you decide to do.
Chuuya had been right about a dog helping your when he was away. During a particularly long mission of 3 weeks in Europe, Mochi had kept you busy and happy.
"Sorry that it's taking so long doll. This stupid asshole I'm here for is really testing my patience." He stated and looked outside at the rainy streets on London at night.
One the other end of the speaker your sleepy voice rang through his ears. "It's alright. It’s what I signed up for when I said yes to dating you. Take your time and get that punk. I have Mochi to keep me company." As the mention of the name, the dog let out a quiet whine, but Chuuya still heard it.
"I miss both of you. I’m hoping you’re not letting him stay in the bed." Despite spoiling Mochi to no end, like all the steaks he kept buying just for him, he was adamant about the bed being a dog free zone. "He has an almost 55k yen pet bed in baroque style, no need to have him in our bed too." He had said.
"Oh yeah I'd never do that." You said while Mochi laid happily on Chuuyas side of the bed.
"Good. I'll see you soon."
You didn't know how soon, because Chuuya went well past the initial return date and was unable to update you. It was alright for you, after all it wasn't his fault, and you knew he didn't have much choice in the matter at all.
On a lazy Sunday morning, you still tucked into your warm blanket, one arm draped over Mochi as he curled against you on the bed, the apartment door opened very, very quietly.
Having picked up on it, Mochi left the bed, making your stir awake. Your half-asleep brain was ready to get back into dreaming about being stuck in a candy maze, when the weight on the bed shifted behind you and you were pulled against a chest.
"Good morning." He whispered, against the skin of your neck before he pressed soft kisses anywhere, he could reach. You let him, before you rolled on your back, your hands finding his neck to pull him down into a real sloppy but passionate kiss.
"You're back." You mumbled tiredly and pressed your face against his shoulder while you cuddled with him. "Yes. Finally got that fucker and took the first flight back. Sorry it's been so long."
"You're forgiven." Another kiss was shared. "I'd say you too, but not when you lied to me that Mochi wasn't in the bed." You groaned, of course he had you figured out.
The next day Chuuya for once had off while you had to come into work. It was a rare occurrence, since normally Chuuya worked a lot more, but Mori had been kind enough to give him an addition day to settle back in before returning to his duties the next day.
With him at home, Mochi got to stay home too, and Chuuya took full advantage of it. Cuddling, playing, bathing, brushing his fur, Mochi was getting spoiled rotten by his ginger owner, who was just excited to finally be back with his family.
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"What. Is. That." Akutagawa asked as he, Higuchi and the Black Lizards stepped into his office to be briefed on their mission. Mochi laid on a pet bed, tail wagging in excitement at the sight of new people.
"That's my dog, Mochi. Dogsitter called in sick and my partner can't take him with them to work so he came with me." Chuuya said and watched as Gin, Tachihara and Higuchi all crouch down to pet the good boy.
Hirotsu retained his composure, though Chuuya did seem him sneaking glances with a smile on his lips, while Akutagawa kept trying to shift subtlety as far away as possible.
"He doesn't bite, ya know." Chuuya said and was met with an accusatory stare from the boy in the long coat.
"And?" Was the simple statement and Chuuya let him, knowing fully well that due to his upbringing Akutagawa was no big fan of dogs. Why he then became the dog of the Port Mafia is an irony beyond Chuuyas understanding.
Higuchi, Gin and Tachihara keep on petting, cooing, and talking to Mochi while Chuuya shared the briefings with the two guys who weren't charmed by Mochi.
"A simple thing really, Mori and I just thought it'd be better to send all of you in case of having to detain more people than accounted for or unpleasant surprises." He stated as Hirotsu and Akutagawa quickly read through the notes.
The cooing and happy whines of Mochi behind them were a little distracting but when Chuuya cleared his throat, all other three mafiosi were back in line next to Akutagawa and Hirotsu.
"Be thorough, don't fuck shit up and keep collateral to a minimum, alright?" All of them nodded and went on their way to the mission, with all of them but Akutagawa stealing a quick glance at Mochi one last time.
When his office door closed, Chuuya himself was immediately crouched down by him, petting, and cooing at him. "You’re being so good today. I'll get you steak for lunch, just don't tell Y/N!"
It was late when Akutagawa returned to the office to hand in his first draft of a report.
Chuuya was just starting to pack things up, as the younger one entered, standing at the side of the table that was furthest away from the dog, who only spared Akutagawa a tried glance and a yawn.
Upon seeing the bared teeth Akutagawa became even stiffer, however that was possible. "Thank you, my boy. I'll read it at home if that's alright with you."
"Of course. I only wanted to drop it off, since I had it done anyways, and the light was still on here." He coughed in his hand, promoting Mochi to get up and get closer, which then in return made Akutagawa take a few steps away again.
"He's not gonna bite you, don't worry. He's a real good boy." Chuuya said held onto Akutagawa’s shoulders to push him towards Mochi again.
The younger one became as stiff as a board as Chuuya carefully guided his hand to the top of Mochis head. “See, aint that bad right?” Awkwardly Akutagawa nodded, mentally he was using Rashomon to climb to the ceiling to get away from this.
Letting go of the hand, Akutagawa kept it still, with Mochi turning, sniffing and then licking his hand, making the man scowl. “Ew.” He stated and Chuuya laughed.
“Come on then let’s get home, want me to give you a ride Akutagawa?”
“Im fine. I have more work to attend to anyways. But thank you for your time and thank you for…” Akutagawa stared down at Mochi, before he continued, “Whatever it is you do. But don’t just lick people.”
With that he turned on his heel and left, leaving Chuuya chuckling.
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Atsushi Always liked autumn. The way the leaves change, and orange painted skies when the sun began setting was a view to behold, especially when walking home with his mentor after a good day at the ADA, through the park of Yokohama.
Dazai was currently talking about how the waitress down at the cafe was still refusing his advances, even when his most recent love letter (aka a poorly disguised plea to commit a lover’s suicide) had apparently been his Magnum opus.
The constant playful whining stopped abruptly and when Atsushi looked at Dazai, he felt fear. The grin, the glee in his eyes, it couldn't mean anything good. And when followed his line of sight, Atsushi dreaded his existence.
Why did Port Mafia Executive, Chuuya Nakahara, also known as Dazais former Partner have to sit in this park on a bench. For Dazai this was an invitation, one he would never turn down.
"Atsushi! Wanna see me annoy a hat rack?"
"I'd rather not-" But Dazai had already caught his wrist and dragged him along towards Chuuya, whos happy smile immediately dropped when he spotted Dazai.
Dazai kept smiling in this weird way that was sorely reserved for when he messed with his ex-partner, as he saw what Chuuya was looking at. A couple of Dogs and their owners playing fetch and alike.
"Looking at things you can't have? Is that Chuuyas new hobby?" Dazai asked and Atsushi took a few cautious steps away, in the hopes of not getting on Chuuyas bad side by distancing himself.
"Now I know why it reeks of rotten fish suddenly. The bandage wasting Mackerel is here." Chuuya didn't even look at Dazai, which only seemed to egg him on more.
"Ah don't be like that, you love me slug. I know you do."
There had been a few instances in which Atsushi wished to be swallowed whole to get out of uncomfortable situations, but anything that involved Dazai antagonizing the Port Mafia like it's his profession takes the top spot. The sheer awkwardness he feels whenever Dazai decides to meddle with everyone’s business makes him want to ditch country.
But he can't. So, he's stuck listening to the two riling each other up.
"I have you know I'm not stalking Chuuya. I have a job."
"You might have one, but I know you don't show up for it. And that Atsushi-kun does all your paperwork."
"That's quite accusatory of you Chibi! At least I could get a dog without being asked if I have my parents’ permission."
To both their surprises, Chuuya got up calmly, stared at Dazai with a blank face and used two fingers to whistle.
Both detectives raised an eyebrow and wondered what kind of ability related thing would hit them, but no such thing came true. No, instead a dog came running, nudging Chuuyas leg, who in return smiled smugly at Dazai and crossed his arms.
Ex demon prodigy, smug asshole, certified mummy cosplayer, Dazai Osamu meanwhile stepped behind Atsushi, making the young boy wonder if he was dreaming. Was his mentor, Dazai, the guy who was always scheming and playing mind games as a hobby, really cowering behind him because of a dog?
"What's that?"
"Are you blind now too? My dog obviously. Mochi, Mackerel and Atsushi, Atsushi and Mackerel, Mochi."
Atsushi, could help but aww at the animal, looking at Chuuya with big eyes, silently asking for permission. With a nod he was granted it, and Atsushi happily went to pet the good boy, who as always enjoyed extra attention.
"Aren't you a cutie?" Atsushi cooed and caressed the dog happily. He was aware that Dazai was still hiding behind him, eyeing the door cautiously.
"At a loss for words shit for brains?" Chuuya asked smugly, his delight ever so audible in each word.
"Chuu, is everything alright?" A person called out that came running. Atsushi hadn't seen them before.
They came to stand next to Chuuya and had a slightly annoyed expression upon seeing Dazai.
"Oh, Dazai." They said and Atsushi caught his mentor waving at them. Getting up from the crouched position, Atsushi got up to introduce himself, but Chuuya took care of that already.
"That's Nakajima Atsushi, the kid from the ADA." With a pleasant smile, the unknown person, offered Atsushi their hand.
" L/N Y/N, Chuuyas partner. It's a pleasure to meet you Nakajima-kun."
"Atsushi is just fine." He responded as they shook hands.
The Weretiger quickly took notice of all the details before him. The way Chuuya instinctively had an arm wrapped around their waist, pulling them close, the way Y/N scanned Chuuya looking if he was made uncomfortable by Dazai, Mochi circling his owners happily and nudging his head against their legs.
They looked lovely together, and by the ever so subtle, genuine smile Chuuya tried to hide, Atsushi could tell how happy he was.
"Y/N! You're here too, what a surprise." Dazai tried his usual cheery voice, but it was apparent that the dog still had him wary. It was amusing to see the usually composed Dazai be unnerved by a dog, the dog of his ex-partner no less.
"Well, as lovely as this sight of a scared mackerel is, we have plans. See you around Atsushi." Chuuya clicked a red leash onto Mochi's collar, and the two waved towards the detectives before making their way down the path.
It looked really cute and adorable in Atsushi’s opinion; they made a good couple.
Dazai, now finally composed again, also looked after them and there was something in his gaze that Atsushi couldn't name. It wasn't negative, despite what his fake disgusted expression was trying to sell.
"Why were you scared of a dog?"
Atsushi finally asked when they began walking towards the ADA dormitories again. "It's Chuuyas dog! Who knows if he trained it to bite me!"
"I don't think Chuuya-san would be that petty. Also why did Y/N-san also seem dislike you?"
"Curious aren't you, Atsushi?" Dazai hummed and Atsushi raised his hands in defense.
"I can't help it. It's simply..." Lacking the sought-after word, Atsushi trailed off. Dazai only chuckled as he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, like he was reminiscing a pleasant memory.
"I might have crashed a date of theirs back when they began dating. And since Chuuya doesn't like me, Y/N doesn't like me either! Which is tragic, such a beautiful person for a double suicide lost to a hat rack."
He really shouldn't have been surprised, this was very in character for Dazai, so Atsushi was glad that their conversation slowly faded away from the gravity manipulator and back towards Agency staff.
"You think Kunikida is home already?"
"No, why?"
"Wanna see me break into his home? His lock is so easy to pick."
"Dazai, NO!"
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“Here.” You said as you passed Chuuya the wine glass you had just filled for him. Taking it from your hand, holding it at distance as he pulled you down into a chase kiss, he smiled. “Thank you doll.”
You squeezed his hand, before you went back to the kitchen island to keep preparing dinner.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”
“No thank you. I wanted to try this recipe for quite a while now and you can just relax yeah?”
The TV was on, but Chuuya preferred to keep watching you from the corner of his eye, with Mochi cuddled up next to him. From across the room, he could listen to you cutting up vegetable and a faint humming.
Life was perfect, he couldn’t wish for anything more really. Not when he had already everything he could ask for.
As he absentmindedly petted Mochi, he kept swirling his wineglass in his other hand, with only a single thought echoing in his brain.
It didn't take long until the aroma of the simmering dinner filled the air and Chuuya couldn't help but reflect on the simplicity and warmth of the moment. The sound of your humming and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a soothing symphony that resonated with the love he felt for you.
Dinner was soon ready, and the two of you sat down at the table, sharing stories and laughter. The TV served as a background hum, but the real entertainment was the genuine connection between you and Chuuya.
As the evening unfolded, with plates emptied and wineglasses occasionally clinking in toasts, Chuuya found himself stealing glances at you. The soft glow of the lights illuminated your features, casting a warm, comforting ambiance over the room. Mochi, content and curled up nearby, added to the feeling of completeness.
After the last bites were savored and the dishes were cleared away, you found yourself in each other's arms on the couch. The day had transitioned seamlessly into a tranquil night, and Chuuya felt a profound sense of contentment.
"I'm glad we have this," he whispered, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.
You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Me too."
With a shared smile, you leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss. The world outside seemed to fade away as you both embraced the simple joy of being together. As the night progressed, Chuuya held you close, the echoes of his earlier thought still resonating in his heart.
"I want to be with them forever," he mused silently, knowing that in moments like these, forever felt just right.
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Fanning the Flames
Sodo/Dew still getting used to his body after his elemental transition... Alpha decides he can be of some help.
"Shit-!" Sodomizer growled low in his throat as he cleaned off his hands again, growling. Ever since he had become a Fire ghoul, he'd been having trouble with anything water based.
Unfortunately for him, that included a majority of his lubes. They'd get far too hot way too fast, or they'd evaporate. His body temperature was all over the place, and it was starting to drive him crazy- not only because of the lack of his ability to pleasure himself, but also because he constantly felt feverish, sometimes like he was being burnt out of his own skin.
He walked out to the kitchen to grab an ice pack- hoping to soothe himself with the cold feeling, only to run into Alpha. The oldest Fire ghoul looked at him after he stumbled away from his chest.
"Hey little spark. You going somewhere?" He tilted his head to the side, smiling down at the smaller ghoul.
"Kitchen." Sodo responded with a heavy sigh. "Getting another ice pack." He slipped around the much taller Ghoul, not wanting to prolong standing in the halls.
"Again-? That's the third one today." Alpha followed. "You haven't learned how to control your temperature yet?"
"What-?" The water-turned-fire ghoul looked back at Alpha, brows raised.
"You-" He took a step forward and gently placed a hand on Sodo's forehead. "Shit- you haven't, have you? C'mon. I'll help." He took the smaller ghoul into his arms and carried him to his room- not without some struggling and squirming.
"Alpha- Stop it- Let me go!" Sodo's tail lashed, smacking at the bigger man's arms along, but his grip held firm and only let up when Alpha set Sodomizer on the bed.
"Hold still, I'm trying to help you." His large hands began to remove Sodo's (admittedly minimal) clothing, the tank top and boxers being set aside as Alpha looked him over. Those eyes.. Sodo had to consciously try not to get turned on. "You're flushed all over.. Guess the others haven't taught you about controlling the heat."
"What are you talking about?" Sodo looked up, mismatched blue and yellow meeting a deep crimson.
"Fire Ghouls have a higher internal temperature than humans and most other Ghouls. Our bodies can get overwhelmed with it sometimes- usually gets worse with heats or illness." Alpha gently traced his fingers along Sodo's chest, settling just above his heart. "I know you're still new to the element.. I can teach you how to control it, make it easier to handle. Usually we learn young, or it's instinct, but.." The mention of the transition still made Alpha a bit touchy- not because he didn't like it or approve, but because he knew it was rough on Ghouls no matter what. He'd seen what happened to Delta, and had been worried about Dew since it happened.
"... You.. How are you going to teach me something you've known from birth?" Sodo's tail curled around himself, and he crossed his arms. Without his clothes, he could relax a little- but it was still far too warm. Still, being stared at, looked at that way.. He knew something was in Alpha's mind.
"... With a bit of physical reaction." He reached over and gently traced a finger down the center of Sodo's chest, making him shiver.
"What-?" The new fire ghoul watched Alpha's finger trail along the blackened area over his heart on his chest, and he exhaled heavily, which made the older ghoul stop.
"Look.. Learning through action is best with these things.. I'll help you.. As long as you're okay with that.." His eyes were a darker red compared to Sodo's bright yellowish-orange one. He was bigger too, but he looked so.. Soft, so gentle.. It somehow brought Sodo some comfort in that moment- a kind he hadn't felt in a while.
".. Okay.. Just.." He shuddered, and Alpha nodded at him.
"Alright. Stay here. Get as comfortable as you can. I'm gonna grab a few things." A smile graced his features and he retreated to the kitchen. When he returned, he was holding a large bowl and a towel- which confused him, but when Alpha gently eased him down with hands chilled by the ice, he nearly purred. "Mmnh.. That.."
"Feels nice?" Alpha set the bowl down on his nightstand, then reached over and grabbed something from it- an ice cube. He moved his hand above Sodo's chest, and then gently eased it down and ran it over his skin. It hissed softly as Alpha began to trace it in patterns over it, and it made Sodo gasp and whimper with relief. He didn't even realize just how *good* it was until he had felt it.. And then, he realized his thighs were pressing closer together and his cock was starting to perk up.
"Shit- Alpha, I-" He went to explain before he spotted the look un Alpha's eyes- recognition.
"Shh, it's fine.. It feels good.. And your body is still getting used to feeling physical things again.. It can get like this with fevers for me sometimes, there's no shame in it." Alpha hummed and gently cupped Sodo's cheek in his larger hand. "You want me to keep going? I want you to focus on the cold feeling, how it feels on your skin, and try to spread that through your body even without the ice."
"Mmnh-" Sodomizer shivered and nodded, nuzzling into Alpha's hand as he started purring. "Feels good.." He focused on the cool feeling, and he tried to obey Alpha's instructions, but with his hardening cock-
"Ah-!" He gasped as he felt Alpha's larger hand pressing gently on his belly, wet and cool from the ice, and he looked at him, whining. "Alpha-?"
"I'm focusing on where the warmth is gathering.. Because it'll be much harder to control there.." Alpha's voice was low, and he grabbed another ice cube, gently tracing it around Sodo's navel. He whined and gripped the sheets underneath him.
"You're- You're just teasing-" His tail snaked around Alpha's arm, to which the ghoul chuckled.
"Maybe a little.. But you're enjoying it.. And tell me now, little spark, are you still burning up?"
That.. He paused, realizing that he'd been able to cool his body down with Alpha's method, even despite the teasing. He'd been so focused on the good feeling of the ice that he'd actually managed to start regulating his temperature better..
Alpha purred and moved down, then popped the ice cube into his mouth. Quickly, using his own control over the temperature of his tongue, it melted, and he swallowed the water, letting his mouth cool down fast before he leaned down and took the head of Sodo's warm, aching cock into his mouth. The smaller ghoul gasped and grabbed for Alpha's horns to steady him, and he took in his cock all the way without much trouble. He traced his now cold tongue along Sodo's cock, and it drove the new fire ghoul insane. He panted and let out little noises of pleasure from somewhere more feral than usual.
Within a millisecond, Alpha had gotten into a rhythm, and Sodo had become a whimpering, whining mess, all the heat in his body seemingly flowing into his cock as it wept with precum the same consistency and warmth as hot caramel. Alpha squeezed Sodo's thighs, nails digging into his skin this time, and the pain morphed into pleasure as Sodo's dick was sucked. It throbbed and twitched, and Sodo gripped Alpha's horns tighter, nails scratching along them as he finally built up to climax. His cock practically exploded with hot, thick ropes of cum, and Alpha purred as he milked him dry, swallowing every last drop. Both of them panted as he pulled off, and Sodo was left shaking with pleasure and a strange newfound sense of balance in his body.
"Th-thank you.." He looked at Alpha, who was climbing on top of him.
"Don't thank me yet.. I have a few more lessons for you.." His lips locked onto Sodo's, and he pressed his hard cock against his thigh through his pants.
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When will you wear wigs, SNW?
The Elysian Kingdom is the second 'silly' episode of the season and it's better conceptualized than the Spock body-swap one... I feel like I should back up to the Spock body-swapping for a moment, because it doesn't quite work in any but a functional way.
So the gist of it is that Spock body-swaps with his fiance T'Pring, but...
T'Pring is a guest star who we barely know, so we're not familiar enough with her to appreciate her 'being' Spock or Spock 'being' her.
They're both Vulcans, so their mannerisms barely differ. They hang a lampshade on this, but if you're doing a body-swap episode and you're admitting that it's essentially meaningless, what's the point except for saying "we did a body-swap episode! Isn't that KOOKY?"
The Elysian Kingdom has a bit more fun with the OOC concept--Pike gets turned into cowardly grand vizier type and either Anson Mount has more range than everyone else in the cast or... no, that's probably it.
Also, in a weirdly porn-brained moment, they imply that La'an and Una's 'characters' in the false reality are girlfriends. It's mentioned that in the children's book this reality is based on, they don't know each other... is the idea that the prepubescent girl who is generating this reality thinks they're having sex? Cuz that's weird, dude.
Or is it just that they're supposed to 'really' be lovers and that's shining through in the false reality? Because I thought their backstory was that Una rescued La'an as a child and then cared for her. Maybe that's not exactly mother-daughter, but it still seems odd to turn that into "they are GAY and having SEX."
Absolutely normal age to meet your future lover who is fifteen years older than you.
That was a sidebar. My main point is, they halfass the bit. The idea is that everyone but M'Benga and Hemmer thinks they're characters in a children's storybook. But then those characters themselves have "are you serious?" reactions to each other doing weird things, when this should all be perfectly normal to them. Characters in Lord of the Rings aren't surprised by magic or cave trolls; that's the setting. It's as normal to them as encountering a car or airplane would be to us.
"Dude," you might say, "it's basically a Holodeck episode. How much internal consistency are you really going to ask for from a lark?"
I'll agree with you there--"this is dumb and makes no sense" is part of the episode's plot--but then we get to the season finale and the gist of it is we flash-forward to the future to see what the TOS episode Balance of Terror would be like with Pike in command instead of Kirk. And they do very little to sell that this is taking place... within The Original Series.
And I know they're unable or unwilling to do an entire show with the aesthetics of TOS, even if TNG and DS9 did so for a scene or episode at a time--apples and oranges, I'm sure.
They don't want to go the whole zeerust direction. But they don't even want to do little things, like making Uhura's hair and uniform match how she looks in TOS.
Is that too big an ask? Because I know with Andor and Rogue One, they at least tried to make the hairstyles and such match up with A New Hope.
Arguably, they went too far, in outright using deleted scenes from ANH as stock footage, but you couldn't say they weren't making an effort. With SNW, it feels like they're making a token effort to homage TOS, but not really committing to the bit, which bugs me.
So, that's two kinds of grooming that irritate me.
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・(RP) No-Canon Lore BG3 ; OCs / Raphael
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The smell of sulfur. A scent that always made their noses sting.
From the heat emanating from the room, they guessed that they were in the Hell. When the orange and reddish particles disappeared, their eyes could contemplate the boudoir of the House of Hope. It wasn't the first time they set foot here. During their adventure with Tav, they had already penetrated to the lair of the demon and its incubus. “Aaah… My little mouse’s cheese, here you are finally.” When they heard the voice, they took a deep breath. Raphael basked in his healing spring, a chalice in his hand. He dipped his lips in this red beverage, which must surely be wine. He examined them from top to bottom, like this, he judged their potential. They were as expressionless as ever, waiting to see what the cambion wanted. “Still as silent as I see.” Noticing that he wasn't going to be able to get a single word out of their mouth, he placed his cup on the edge of his bath, before standing up. “I’ve been watching you for a while now, little cheese.” Carrying his steps out of the source, it was with a snap of his fingers that his wet and naked figure became dry and clothed. Perhaps it was one of the few things they envied about this demon. Even if for many, Raphael had a perfect body, a face that highlighted the self-esteem he had in him. For their part, it was his Ascendant form that they loved. This sublime being, which reflected the power of hell. If they had had the opportunity to touch even a little of its crests with their fragile hands, they would have been won over. However, they shook their faces to stop thinking about it.
“I have something to offer you.” Without even looking at them, Raphael motioned to follow him. Their walks took them to the Archives. Without waiting, he summoned a scroll. At this sudden appearance, they wrinkled their noses. What did this demon want to do again? They never thought they'd see that piece of paper a second time, considering what Tav had done. Raphael couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"Well ! That's a perfect reaction! Small, but it means everything.” They retorted ; “What do you want, demon?!” His smile was much more diabolical. “Just a contract. Your soul is nothing for me, but I told myself that... You were surely tired of being my little mouse's cheese, weren't you? And, of all the children of Lord Astarion.” They gulped down their saliva. They ran their thin fingers over the bite scars. A way out? This is what Raphael offered them. They pursed their lips, while deep in thought. Considering the pros and cons.
There, in Lord Astarion's palace, they had food, shelter and clean clothes. But they weren't free. No, far from it. They were like a bird in a cage. The only view they had was through their window. Miserable as they were, their only purpose was to feed the vampires.
Their brown irises crossed those of Raphael. "All right." It was so simple and quick that Raphael raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't have thought they would have the courage to accept the contract. With a movement of his hand, he moved the parchment and the quill that came with it. “You know how to do it, right?” He couldn't wait to see how it played out. Illiterate, they couldn't read the conditions, but it didn't matter, they signed anyway. It’s in a childish and trembling way, as if it was their first time writing.
The contract was concluded. “Your soul is mine now. Astarion is no longer your master.” They felt something disappear inside them. They felt cold, before everything returned to the way it was before.
“Before you leave.” Raphael gave them a tarot card and a simple dagger. “Let’s say it’s a gift from me and one from Loviatar. With this dagger, you could then make blood sacrifices. She will offer you her blessing. A good thing when you have to bleed yourself, no? Still with his big smile, he continued; “And this card, well, you’re going to have to figure out how to use it.”
Then, without warning, with a snap of their fingers, they found themselves in that cold room that they knew so well. They didn't feel any change in them. Anxious and lost, before one of the bloodsuckers arrived, they hid the tarot card and the dagger under their mattresses. Should they wait? But wait, what? What if Astarion found out?
So many questions without answers.
⬅ ✦
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 oc#baldur's gate iii#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#no canon lore bg3#art#baldurs gate#baldurs gate fanart
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Adrino Mixtape - Cooking
Thanks to @bbutterflies for organizing Adrino week! I'm loving all the adrino artwork and stories!! Feeling absolutely spoiled and well fed!
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Day 2 - Cooking
Nino clapped his hands together in satisfaction. The table was set. He still thought the rose petals were probably a bit much, but Adrien liked grand romantic gestures so even if it was cheesy as hell, he knew it would make Adrien smile.
And Nino needed it to be over the top too because words were not his strong suit, so the setting needed to do half the talking for him. Maybe more than half. Nino was really bad at talking.
He moved back to the kitchen to check on the lamb shanks. He opened the oven and the sudden wave of heat fogged up his glasses. He waited for the moisture to clear and then poked at the lamb with a fork. It wasn’t quite falling off the bone, but it was getting close.
The sauce wasn’t quite right though. It needed more spice. He was sprinkling on more harissa when he froze.
Was this too much spice for Adrien? Adrien was obviously well traveled, but he was still white.
He glanced across his small kitchen, tugging at his hat. Would Adrien who had grown up with five star chefs preparing every meal even like a home cooked meal from Nino? Like, Nino knew he wasn’t a bad cook. He really enjoyed the things he made himself as it was really the only time he got to have anything that tasted like home. But would Adrien?
Nino’s stomach twisted into a tight ball of anxiety as he took in the table setting again. It was so over the top . There was no misinterpreting what it meant. Adrien had been his best friend for years, and yesterday when Adrien had smiled that soft smile with sparkles in his eyes, Nino had been certain that he wasn’t the only one who had caught feelings.
But what if Nino had imagined it? What if Adrien took one look at the candles and rose petals and bolted? What if he felt so awkward about the whole thing that he stopped hanging around?
Nino couldn’t lose him. Not now.
Did he have time to revert the table back?
A playful rhythm knocking at the door said he was out of time. Leave it to Adrien to arrive stupidly early.
Nino wiped his hands on his shirt and swung the door open.
Adrien’s smile was like the sun dawning over the horizon.
“D-Dri?! What are you doing here?”
Adrien brows furrowed. “You invited me? You said seven right?” He glanced down at his watch. “I guess I’m a few minutes early.” He smiled that beaming smile again.
A few?! Adrien was like an hour—
Nino caught the time and felt the blood drain from his face. Adrien was only four minutes early.
“I was just excited! After yesterday–”
Where had all the time gone? How had Nino managed to run so far behind? The food wasn’t ready, he hadn’t showered or changed.
“Do you need me to be late?” Adrien asked. “I can come back…?” He twisted around pointing to the empty wall behind him.
Nino shook his head. “No! Don’t be silly. Get your butt in here.”
He ushered Adrien ahead of him, and followed, pinching his shoulder, staring at Adrien’s feet as Nino followed him, terrified of seeing his reaction.
Adrien stopped walking. Nino heard his sharp intake of breath. But Nino still couldn’t bring himself to look up. And Adrien didn’t say anything.
Nino’s eyes remained glued to Adrien’s bright orange shoes that absolutely couldn’t be the same ones he had in the first year of collège, but they looked like the same shoes, which meant Adrien must have really liked them.
Adrien shifted, and turned back toward him.
“Nino?”
Nino’s eyes shot up to Adrien’s face. This was it, this was when Adrien told him ever so gently that he was flattered, and that he loved him like a brother.
“Y-yeah?”
“Is this—? Is this what I think it is?” His voice held so much hope, and his eyes were glassy.
Nino grinned, suddenly feeling light, like he could fly. How had he ever let himself doubt that Adrien was interested?
“Umm, yeah, probably. I just— after yesterday, I realized that I— You’re like, my favorite person in the world. I really wanted you to come home with me and I never wanted you to leave. It’s probably just as well, though because if you had, I would probably have done something stupid like kiss you, or I don’t know. I just—“
Nino cut off abruptly, painfully aware that he was rambling and making less sense by the moment. His face and neck were on fire and Adrien had closed the space between them to almost nothing and it was hard to think with him so close Nino could feel his breath.
“What if I kiss you now?” Adrien asked.
Nino nodded dumbly, and Adrien didn’t waste a second. Nino poured years of longing into that kiss. Adrien responded with the same enthusiasm as if he had been pining for just as long. But that couldn’t have been the case. That would have been stupid.
It was only when the smoke alarm went off, that Nino pulled away in panic.
“The lamb!”
Dinner was ruined.
“It’s fine,” Adrien reassured, his fingers tracing light trails down Nino’s arm in a way that was making him shiver. “I’m not particularly hungry right now anyway. But if you are, we could order something?”
Nino sucked in a breath, pulling Adrien into his arms. His boyfriend was right. They could eat later. For now, they had other things to occupy their time.
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Listen to me trying to cope with my kitty's death
(TW very detailed death)
(but also very cute catpics at the end)
First of all, if I don't write this down I'll probably go crazy. Feel free to leave, this is purely for my mental (in)stability's sake.
Just when I tought life can't fuck me over anymore, that I had everything safe and secure this happens. My soft little cat decided to dance on the railing of a seventh storey balcony and she fell.
She did this all the time but she was very skilled and managed not to fall for 8 years. I always got her down from there when I could but it was always very stressful and I didn't want to accidentally push her down on the wrong side. She slipped and almost fell at least two times but I grabbed her each time and luckily she lived to see another day.
Not this time though.. I just left the building for school when my mom called that she fell. My heart already stopped then and there. I ran back as fast as I could and I searched ths bushes under the balconies. I was hoping she landed well and only broke a bone or something. I soon found her, she cried out painfully as she heard my voice. She was lying on the bare grass, unable to move and constantly crying. Her lungs made the most awful crackling sound known to me, she looked like she was short of air. I crouched down and looked at her, too scared to even touch her. She wasn't bleeding. Running out of time, I gently pat her and lifted her into my arms. She doesn't like being lifted but this time her little fragile body didn't resist at all. And it was terrifying. She was crying so horribly and I started to panic so I put her back onto the ground. My mom came running then, she picked her up with the blanket without hesitation.
There is a vet 200 meters away from our home, and we ran there, desperately trying to get help but it wasn't open so early in the morning. There was nobody there. My kitty stopped crying somewhere around there. Only the crackling snoring remained. And the twitching.
We called a taxi and we waited. It was getting far too long.. I couldn't even get to hold her. My mom told me not to look at her. She was dying already..
We got to a vet, finally. But time ran out long ago by then.. in the taxi my mom told me she was most likely already dead. I was trying so hard not to cry and break down in the car.
The doctor told us they could take care of her body. I was offered two choices. We either leave her at the vet or I can bury her at my dad's hause (mom and dad live separately). Only twenty minutes passed then. Twenty miserable minutes and I had to decide whether I leave my cat there or I bury her myself. This was not I was planning my day to go. Surreal. Just surreal.
In the end my mom told me it would be best to leave her. I really didn't wanted to leave her. When I woke up in the morning she sat on my chest and purred and barely an hour later she's already gone. This just can't be true. Not now. Please not now.
I touched her little paw and it was cold. I was horrified. I caressed her head. She used to like that. No reaction. Unfocused eyes. Slightly open mouth. Grass and dirt all over her soft fur. I couldn't take it anymore. I paid because mom left her wallet at home. I touched her little nose one last time and I rushed out of the vet.
I cried out just like she did. But I still had to get he somehow. So I bit my lip and got home without whining.
My strength evaporated as soon as I got behind closed doors. All hell broke loose and I cried and cried till my mom had to feed me some sleeping pills so I could cry myself back to sleep.
This was my third exposure to death but it hit me the hardest. Her cries will forever haunt my nightmares.
I'm also worried about my other cat. He'll be lonely from now on, because I'm sure as hell won't bring another cat into this flat. I'll do my best to spoil him so he can let the other go. I hope he'll stay the goofy orange boy he is and won't be depressed.
12 hours passed since she died. My head hurts and I wish I could have saved her. I'm constantly keeping an eye on Prince (this is the name of my one remaining cat) because I'm afraid he'll disappear if I don't. I cry every other five minutes. I can't take more chill pills. I'm eating candy and I hope I don't throw up.
Ribbon (the kitty who turned into an angel) was the most beautiful cat the world has ever seen. She was also the softest and had the roundest, most squishable head, not even mentioning her gorgeous eyeliner (far better than any hooman could manage). She was undoubtedly crazy but which cat isn't. She was shy but very clingy. Every night she either curled up in my armpit or slept on my chair. When a fight occured between me and my mom she always showed up and yelled at us in high pitched meows. When I worked at my desk she slept on my lap and couldn't be bothered by what I had to focus on, she absolutely demanded scratches behind her ears. She had zero hunting instincts, no string or toy I brought forth could stray her from her 18h beauty naps (she occasionally hunted for my toes at night but that doesn't count). A true princess for my Prince. They were best friends. Inseparable. The Beauty™ and the dumb orange. They had naps together all the time. Prince used to give little kisses to her but she hissed. Prehaps he ruined her perfectly shaped and styled fur, or his breath was stinky. We'll never know. When I cut ones nails the other always watched and prepared to run to the rescue if I were to hurt them (which I never did but they wickedly destroyed my chair so I had to cut their nails if I wanted to keep my furniture intact or at least usable). Damn, what a duo they were. Amazing.
I'll miss her so much. I already miss her so much.. I hope she can eat all the snacks she wants in kitty heaven. I hope I'll never forget her.
Bye bye my sweet kitten
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Wow! The cat!Zishu AU really took off. Thank you to everyone for the encouragement. Especially, grateful to @rhymesswith for making this amazing AU and then letting me write about it. I'm posting this here for the time being since I already have two WIPs on AO3 and 'officially' starting a third seems too shameful.\
Rating G (don't worry guys it will stay G for the portion that Zishu is a cat XD)
Part 1
Part 2:
Apparently what Zhou Zishu could not deal with is jealous boyfriends.
More specifically, jealous cat boyfriends.
He’s cornered by a menacing white and orange tabby. In the distance there’s another cat cowering under a cardboard box. It’s his cat friend. Suddenly, he’s understanding a little bit more about what cat mating rituals look like.
He wants to explain that he doesn’t understand cat, that he didn’t know that the cat he’d let cuddle against him on occasion had a lover. A very big one at that, that is towering over him, furs all raised into furious points, making him look even bigger and scarier.
Zishu hasn’t lost many fights in his life but as a cat he is caught completely off guard. He didn’t know how to move his paws to get the maximum swipe power. In fact, he had no idea how far his little paws could even reach, his swipes completely missing it’s target the first couple of times. Zishu is a fast learner though, still is as a cat, so before long he’s figured out how to leverage his speed against the bigger cat, slipping around him and getting little scratches in.
He’s definitely come out of it worse for the wear but he feels satisfied at having thrown in a few claw marks of his own. With a slightly bruised ego and a very bruised body, Zishu lays down to rest in his go-to dumpster alley. He just needs a few days of this, of not moving, of peace and quiet.
Which of course means that not even a few hours later he’s woken up by a shrill: ‘A-Xu! What happened?’ Zhou Zishu sighs, his little body raising all the way into a hump before sinking slowly back into the ground. He really is too tired for this.
‘A-Xu,’ Wen Kexing clicks his tongue, ‘how did you get hurt?’ He says mournfully, peering at him. Zishu closes his eyes slowly, purposefully shutting Wen Kexing out and hoping he gets the hint, ‘A-Xu you’re bleeding.’ He continues in the same sad voice. Zishu feels a gentle touch against the wound on his head. He meows loudly - or at least as loud as he can manage - which is only as loud as to elicit the following reaction from Wen Kexing, ‘Aw~~~poor baby you’re really hurt.’
Zishu’s ears rise up in warning. He is hurt, he’s been hurt before it’s not a big deal. What he needs is rest. What he doesn’t need is a grown man calling him a ‘poor baby’. He’d barely escaped that fight with much of his ego intact only to have it suddenly be bulldozed by Wen Kexing treating him like an invalid. Zishu hisses.
‘Aw~~of course you’re in a bad mood. You must be in pain. A-Xu~~I don’t know what to do. I can’t just leave you here.’ For one horrifying moment Zishu thinks oh no Wen Kexing is going to move into this dumpster alley.
But then Wen Kexing says something much worse, ‘A-Xu will you let me take you home?’
Zishu hisses at Wen Kexing again but the effect is dampened by the pitiful little whine that escapes him right after.
Wen Kexing leaves some treats on the ground then holds one hand out, close to his head for him to sniff. Zishu scarfs the treats down suddenly realizing how hungry he was.
‘C’mon A-Xu,’ Wen Kexing says, low and cajoling, ‘your wounds need to be disinfected.’
Wen Kexing makes a good point. His wounds do need to be disinfected before he can develop sepsis. The chances of his open wounds becoming infected in this dirty alley was also rather high. Zishu sighs taking one long, withering look at Wen Kexing’s outstretched hand. Then slowly, reluctantly he raises his head and bumps it.
Wen Kexing gasps, actually gasps with his other hand flying up to his mouth, ‘A-Xu does this mean you’ve agreed to come with me?’ Zishu keeps looking at him with no further change in demeanour.
‘Okay! Yeah yeah yeah! Let me see how I can-’ With that Wen Kexing takes off the light green sweater he was wearing and wraps Zishu with it - blood, grime and all - and picks him up. Zishu is mortified. In his entire life as a cat (or a human) no one has dared to just grab him like this. Mortifyingly, he finds himself too well bundled to claw at Wen Kexing. That bastard did this on purpose!
With a soft voice and a tender expression that annoys Zishu to no end, Wen Kexing says, ‘come A-Xu, let’s go home.’
A/N: I feel like it was my scientific duty to give the following disclaimer: I know nothing about cat mating rituals! This is just for story telling purposes!
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how the haikyuu boys confess to you (on valentines day)
tsukishima:
For once, Tsukishima cares. He cares about your reaction, your words, your expression, your feelings (about him) -- just this once. It’s because of he pressure of your actions weighing down on his heart like an elephant on an orange that he plans. He made sure he got your favorite flowers, he has the specific type of desert that you like, he’s wearing the shirt he got when he thrifted with you for the first time -- the one that you said “makes him look really hot”-- and he’s at your door. He almost laughs at his reflection in windows of the shops he passed coming here, how pathetically in love he is, how hopelessly enraptured he is by you, a dork who bought him a mug with your face printed on it (”so you can see me every morning in college when you’re grumpy and won’t admit you miss me”). He rings the doorbell and knocks softly, hesitant, at the door. He hears a response come from inside the house and rapid foot steps approaching: He looks up while he’s waiting, pondering about if he’s really going to do this. He could always throw the bouquet of fragrant flowers and sweets down the railing and pretend he was bored and wanted to hang out; but when you fling open the door in your heart-pajamas, hair frizzy and sticking out everywhere, your face slack in shock at what he’s carrying, cheeks aflame and eyes glassy with a sheen of hope.... he decides it maybe isn’t such a bad idea to be so stupidly in love that he bought a bouquet the size of an elephants head.
“Do you wanna be my valentine, dumbass? If you say no this’ll be really fucking awkward. Please say yes.”
atsumu:
He never planned on saying it. Hell, he never even wanted to hang out with you on valentines, afraid that the words he kept hidden within the trenches of his heart would surface, bubbling and tumbling clumsily out of his mouth. But your text at 9pm on february 14th ended with a little smiley face and he decided to throw his new year’s resolution of stopping hanging out with you everyday out the window. Your smile was too addicting. He knew what he was getting himself into: it was late at night and you were both laughing down the empty streets, the moon hidden and instead a sky freckled with stars hung above. It was too perfect. You were too perfect. All it took was a dumb joke (on his behalf) and your dumb, squawk-like laughter to cause his heart to freeze. He’d never experienced this feeling before, the feeling of his eyes catching onto one image, the image of your face contorted with happiness, his whole body stopping, arms loose by his side, pupils dilated so wide. The words never would have left his lips had he not been drunk on your laugh, for his sober conscious was much too afraid of the possibility of rejection, the fear that your eyes would flit uncomfortably to the side with stuttered words of a pathetic-apology filling the air, his ears, and his heart. But god, his stupid one-track-mind brain couldn’t stop his mouth from moving. He was too far gone, lost in you, that his stupid mouth just couldn’t keep still.
“I love you, so much.”
sakusa:
The countertops are littered with bowls of icing and leftover batter, to which sakusa scrunches his nose at. He forces you to clean them, and “clean them properly” while he finishes preparing the cookies to go into the oven. Sakusa feels content despite your loud voice and strange taste in music: for a long while he wondered why your presence both simultaneously calmed him down while sending his heart into a frenzy, but now he knows it’s because he’s caught in the web your love. He doesn’t really mind, honestly, in fact, it makes his heart warm and full. The amount of time he spends with you is shocking, and he does things with you that he does with no one else -- he thought his feelings were more than obvious. But when you glance at his cookie-shaping from your spot at the sink and laugh, saying “Sakusa! you’re really good at baking! your future lover is gonna be so happy” Sakusa can’t help but let his movements stop and eyes stare at you in disbelief. He doesn’t even bother to verbally reply, instead opting to reach over and flick your forehead and go back to putting the cookies in the oven. Your whine doesn’t go unnoticed (”what was that for?!”) but it goes unanswered. After the dishes are washed, and the cookies are living their last few moments in warmth, you and Sakusa lean against the counter, staring at the timer tick closer to 0:00. Out of the blue, your voice softly finds its way to his ears, “I’m so happy. I know you’re picky at who you let into your apartment -- i still don’t know why you let me in -- but, really, I’m so happy. Thanks for tolerating me!” Sakusa just stares. At your face, the curve of your eyelashes, the batter in your hair, the sad smile playing your lips -- and the words flow out effortlessly. Your head whips over to him, and he laughs. “You’re so hopeless, you know that?” and with that, the timer beeps.
“You know it’s you I’m in love with, right? Why else would I let you make a mess in my kitchen?”
sugawara:
He had made up his mind. It was a week before the day of love, and Sugawara had made up his mind. No longer could he pretend that what he was feeling was just friendship, no longer could he hide how he truly, genuinely felt. It makes him laugh, thinking about how he thought he could ignore his feelings and that ,miraculously, one day, they’d disappear into thin air. But now he’s at the rooftop on the school, a pink letter gripped tightly by his clammy hands, and he’s ready. Ready for your rejection, for your acceptance, for your tears, for anything. When he made up his mind a week ago about confessing, he’d also accepted all the possible outcomes. If loving you -- and telling you that he loved you -- meant that everything you two had would crumble right before his very eyes, then so be it. He couldn’t hold his heart back anymore. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day he spent wishing that you were his, and he was yours. Love was messy. Love could hurt. But the worst outcome of love is when you keep silent. Plus, if you shared his feelings, then he might just be the happiest man alive. So, when the heavy metal door of the rooftop opens, exposing your confused expression, and when the wind suddenly starts back up, flipping your hair all around like a dramatic scene from a romance film, Sugawara has his mind made up. Determinedly, swiftly, he stands up. His eyes are glazed with passion and confidence. Calmly, he sticks his hand out, the pink letter with drawn-on hearts and cursive handwriting filling the envelope. When you gently take the letter from him, realizing what this all means, and look back up at him, face flushed, his mouth opens. Sugawara had made up his mind.
“I can’t hide it anymore. I'm so in love with you, I think my heart might explode -- will you accept my feelings?”
bokuto:
Bokuto won’t lie -- it took him a while to understand what he was feeling was not normal. ‘Normal’ for friends is spending time together, laughing together, going over to one another’s house and drinking until late. It’s hugging each other sometimes (or a lot, if you’re Kuroo), it’s hoping you always have them by your side. But what he feels for you? it took Akaashi smacking him upside the head and explaining to him what his feelings meant for Bokuto to realize. What he felt for you, was not friendship. He wanted to wake up next to you, he wanted to be the only one who you went out on ‘friend-dates’ with, he wanted to feel your lips on his shoulder, cheeks, lips. He wanted to see you at the other end of an aisle someday, but he didn’t want to be the guest at the wedding. He wanted to protect you, even though you didn’t need protecting; he wanted to hold you, to indulge in your warmth, to be the only one you held in his arms. He wanted to be buried next to you. “You’re in love with her, you dense idiot. God -- that’s not normal. I mean, do you want to kiss my cheek, be buried next to me?” Akaashi sighed out, Bokuto shook his head, no. “But you want to kiss them? Watch them grow old?” Bokuto shook his head, yes, but slowly. “Well, there’s your answer. Bokuto, you love them.” And that’s when everything clicked. That’s when the lightbulb flickered on, when his eyes widened. God, how dumb was he? And he’s letting you spend Valentine’s day alone? Without thinking, his hand reached for his phone, tapped on your contact (you were on speed-dial), and waited for your voice to ring through the speaker. “Yeah, what’s up, Ko?” He blurted out his words, almost insensitively, not realizing their true weight. The truth made his body feel light, and he couldn’t stop the bubbles of laughter that erupted from his throat -- he felt so stupid. How could he not have figured it out sooner? He didn’t even wait for your response before he started talking again (Akaashi nearly slammed his head on the table), which caused a small smile to break out on your face. Bokuto was so, so stupid.
“I just realized i love you. Like, really, really, love you. Hold up -- is there a place we can meet up so I can tell you this face-to-face? Wait, where are you? I’ll meet you there! Oh, happy Valentine’s day, by the way!”
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff#tsukishima x reader#bokuto x reader#atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader#sugawara x reader#tsukishima#bokuto#sakusa#atsumu#sugawara#tsukishima fluff#bokuto fluff#atsumu fluff#sakusa fluff#sugawara fluff#haikyu x reader
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How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)
Part 6 of the highschool au
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5
Pairing: Childe x fem!reader
Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.
Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.
Words: 5.3k
Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿
Negotiation is an art.
Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.
All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.
Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—
"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."
As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.
You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.
The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.
"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.
He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:
"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"
"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.
Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"
You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.
For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.
It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.
He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.
"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.
He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.
"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"
He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"
"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."
"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"
"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.
You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.
Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."
A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.
Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."
Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.
He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."
You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.
As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"
He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.
"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.
—
First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.
Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.
Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.
Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.
Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.
Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.
When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.
Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.
"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"
"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."
While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.
Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.
"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.
Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"
Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.
"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."
By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.
Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.
You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.
What a nuisance.
You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.
Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.
Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.
"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.
"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."
"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.
"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.
Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.
You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.
That idiot.
—
Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.
He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.
Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.
Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.
You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.
Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.
Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.
You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.
However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.
"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."
Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"
"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."
In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.
Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.
Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."
You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."
You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."
Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.
Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.
You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.
Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.
Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.
Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.
Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.
Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.
Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.
"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"
"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."
"But I—"
"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"
She's right. You do want to be the dom.
Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.
"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."
You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."
Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"
"Shut the fuck up soldier!"
"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.
"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.
After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.
'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.
'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'
'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.
"3..." "2..." "1..."
Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.
Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.
Everyone winces.
Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.
"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"
With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.
Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.
"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.
The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.
You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.
You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.
The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.
You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."
They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.
Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."
With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.
That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.
You roll your eyes.
"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."
You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.
Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.
You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.
Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.
Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.
With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.
The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.
"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."
"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"
You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."
Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.
The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.
Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"
He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.
The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.
Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.
Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.
Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.
Ah, another short victory.
If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.
However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.
Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.
"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"
Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"
"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."
It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.
You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.
Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.
In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.
"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.
It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.
It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.
When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.
His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.
Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.
You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"
The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.
The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.
Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.
Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.
When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."
Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."
The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.
The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.
Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.
Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.
As laid-back and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.
Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.
When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.
Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.
"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.
Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.
You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.
The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.
Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"
Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.
Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.
The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.
You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.
Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.
Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.
"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."
While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.
Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."
"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."
"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"
"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.
"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.
"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.
Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.
A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."
As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.
Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."
You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.
You stare.
Childe stares harder.
“I thought you killed it."
"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.
"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.
Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"
The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.
Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.
"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.
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The Animal in Him
pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw
word count: 1986
summary: after erwin stares at you all day, levi's dark side takes over
warnings: anal, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, public sex, exposure/ humiliation, sub x dom
authors note: short stories suit me better, i think. and this time i really felt it again. besides, i wanted to try something anal, because it seems to me that this is rather rare among fanfictions (for whatever reason). if you like it, i might do part II, because i've already started <3
all credits to the artist of this pic
(unfortunately, i don't know who it's from. if anyone can help me further, feel free to write me)
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The sky is red orange, the sun is low and casts its last rays over the hills. Your hair shines as it falls down your back and individual strands wrap around your face over your shoulder. How beautiful it must look outside, you think to yourself, as your hands claw into the straw beneath you. A warm breeze comes in from outside, swirls around you, and continues to make its way down the hallway behind you. Far away you hear birds singing their songs as the sound of flesh hitting flesh almost drowns out the rest. The hand in your hair gets harder, gripping tighter, pulling at your scalp. You give in to the tugging, your head falling back into your neck, and a long moan escapes you. You hear the click of hooves and a horse snorting, disturbed by your sounds.
"Shut your mouth," it hisses behind you and your head is pulled back even further so you can see the wooden ceiling above you. Of course, you don't see a single spider web.
You moan louder and your legs begin to wobble beneath you. The hand loosens and joins the other one gripping your hip. Strong hands dig into the skin beneath them and you gasp.
"Everyone hears you, you little slut. Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut?".
"I-I'm sorry, sir."
At that word, his hands grip harder, leaving marks on your skin, clawing into your flesh. The thick cock inside you bores deeper into your creamy cunt, the angle changing slightly as it presses forward on your G-spot with each thrust. You drop your head forward, peering at the bale of straw below you with your image wobbling. Your half-open blouse shows just enough. Your bra sits uncomfortably under your breasts, pushing them up as they jiggle from front to back.
Your pussy feels drained, sore, as Levi thrusts indispensably into it. His eyebrows are drawn together, his teeth slightly bared as his dark gaze keeps wandering from his cock inside you, to your ass, to your back, to your face he can barely see, and back again. His brain tries to memorize every single spot on you and preserve that scene like a brand. Beads of sweat form on his forehead.
The knot in your belly tightens and more juice flows out of your core, making you even wetter. The next thrust hits differently, better, deeper. You moan loudly again, which is shattered by a slap to your ass. "Fuck, pet," he growls. His big hands grip your shoulders and he pulls you toward him, stopping his thrusts. His hot breath hits your neck, enveloping you. His hands drop to your breasts, trapping them. Your hard nipples stick forward and he pulls on them, almost painfully. Your eyes roll into your skull.
"What can your brain actually remember?" he hisses. "You can't keep your mouth shut. You can't stay standing on your own legs so I can fuck you. Hell, you can't even hold back in front of other men." The pain in your nipples intensifies as he pulls harder on them and you bite your lower lip. You squeeze your eyes shut and taste blood.
"I'm going to show Erwin what's mine, shit," he growls again. "If I catch him touching you one more time - no, if I catch him looking at you one more time, I'm going to break his bones." You whimper beneath him before he pulls his hands away and places them on your hips, but doesn't continue. The feeling of not having come, floods through you. It's no longer enough just to have his cock inside you. You want, no, need to come. You squirm slightly in his arms, trying to push his cock deeper inside you, more pressure. "Please, more, sir", you beg.
A deep, dark sound comes from his throat. His cock twitches inside you and he hears you sigh out. His gaze falls outside, out of the stable into the distance to the headquarters building. You follow him in confusion, seeing a few cadets walking around, lunch seems to be over. If you could see his face, you would notice through his half-closed eyes that there is no more of the silver left in his eyes. His pupils are blown, his look as dark as night.
"You know what, pet, you want to be heard all the time because you can't keep your damn mouth shut. Now you have the opportunity to give everyone a show." With his cock still buried deep inside, he drags you to your to the open stall door, out of your safe corner. The air is a little cooler now, circling around your nipples, which are hard again. You try to pull your blouse closed with your hands, but Levi pushes them aside, opens it again. "Oi, you don't want to do that".
"L-levi, no, please don't, it's not the same," you stammer.
"Ohh, it's not the same, she says. Stop whining."
You shiver a little and his body heat comes to you. You press against him tighter, hoping that no one around you will accidentally lay their eyes on you. You're aware that you're far away and probably no one could see anything, but the excitement inside you is rising anyway.
"I have another, better idea," he murmurs in your ear before pulling his cock out of you. You mewl at the loss of something inside you and are about to turn around when Levi takes your hips in his hands again and holds you tight.
"Bend over and spread your ass." Renewed confusion reflects on your face and Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. He presses his hand into the small of your back and bends your torso forward. Your hands settle on your ass cheeks, spreading them for him, and he enjoys the sight.
"You know, pet," he murmurs as his hands caress your skin, "Erwin's gaze has been on your ass most of the time today. A thought popped into my head. I wonder what it feels like."
Your eyes widen as his glans touches your little hole. Your legs start to shake at the touch and your hands dig into your flesh. You look back over your shoulder at him. He rubs his cock back and forth, spreading your and his juice as a lubricant. In addition, he collects his saliva and spits on your most intimate place. His gaze falls on your face and he holds your gaze as he gently pushes and his tip enters you. You wince your face, but not in pain. This is different, the feeling is hard to describe. Your asshole is way, way too tight for him. Every single ring of your muscle is sucking him into you step by step, taking him captive. Levi's expression was indescribable. He had never felt anything like this before. You had always been tight, but this is a different act. A moan escapes him and you look at him. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted. Your cheeks turn a deep red and he pushes further, your eyes twisting and you hold onto the frame of the door.
Reaching the end, he pauses for a moment, waiting for you to accept him a bit and for your body to get used to him before he slowly pulls his cock out again and repeats the motion. His body is screaming at him to be faster, to fuck you hard, to stretch your hole, but he wants to at least give you a few thrusts. Again, you feel every muscle accepting him, but this time much more easily. This repeats a few times before the first harder thrust comes. You finally groan out and that breaks the ice.
Levi increases his speed, the thrusts get harder, he literally fucks you away from him. His hands grip your waist to hold you back in place.
"I can see why Erwin keeps looking at your ass all the time," he growls. "He's probably dreaming about taking you like this. Any man would dream of fucking that hole if they knew how good it felt." At these words you moan loudly, your words lost in the surroundings and your anal muscle twitches. His moans get louder and he clenches his teeth. Around you, you hear the snorting of a horse again and you blush again as you think about what you are doing right now in this place. Never again would you have another connection with the stable.
"Fuck, pet, more of that. You are so infinitely tight." Levi's hand in the small of your back pushes you down harder and your ass comes further towards him. In the distance you can see more of your comrades and wonder all the way inside if they can hear and see you. What would you do if they could? The better question should be what would Levi do?
This sex is very different from others. The knot in your stomach isn't forming, there's no orgasm in sight, but the feeling was still one of the most pleasurable you've ever felt in your life. And Levi's reaction makes it all worth it either way. He looks like he's floating in heaven. His eyes fall on his cock in your asshole and he almost comes. He gives himself two slow thrusts, memorizing the image of your hole swallowing him before pulling his cock out. He has to pull himself together, he wants to enjoy this longer after all. At the sight of your little hole pulsing and trying to grasp the emptiness, the knot almost explodes again and the air in his lungs is forced out of him. He is speechless. He won't be able to stand another minute. He had never seen anything so erotic. Your face covered with a blush looks at him and his heart skips a beat. He now regrets using your hole for the first time here in the open. No one but him will ever see you like this, he swears to himself. What was he thinking, fucking you here? You deserved more. Never again, he tells himself, before thrusting into you again with one smooth thrust and fucking you like a madman. Your moans become uncontrolled, louder. He has only one thought: to fill you. To fill your asshole with his juice. To show Erwin that you belong to him, will belong to him forever. God, he loves you so incredibly. He loves your cunt as it milks him. He loves your asshole as it sucks around him.
Another thrust, another thrust, another thrust. The knot in his belly loosens, his juice squirts into you, filling you to the top. It's too much, which is why it's being pushed out the sides of his shaft as he tries to survive his orgasm. It almost knocks him out, the world spinning, coming apart at the seams. He clings to you for a constant point and you moan with him at the sounds he makes.
When he regains consciousness, he looks into your eyes, which sparkle at him, and he pulls out of you. Again, your asshole twitches at the loss and he would love to start all over again. Your body relaxes a bit and your back aches from the bad posture. It's already dawning on you how your butt will feel tomorrow.
"I'm sorry you didn't come," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. His lips meet your forehead and he pulls your blouse down over your breasts. You snuggle up to him and enjoy his tender touch. He looks past you at the wet spot you just left on the floor - a mixture of your juice and his sperm. The animal in him takes hold again and overcomes him. His lips meet your ear, "I'll take you inside now, and then we'll repeat."
#aot fanfiction#attack on titan#snk x reader#shingeki no kyoujin#levi smut#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi x you#levi x y/n#levi heichou
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A Little Nervous (My Hero Academia)
Lee!Kaminari / Ler!Bakusquad
A / N : these prompts were absolutely adorable, thank you guys so much for them!! this was a cute fic to write lol, a little longer than my last one but hopefully you still enjoy!! and thanks for all the prompts i've been receiving recently, i've seen them all so far and they are all so cute and i'm so excited to get to them!!
Summary : After seeing Bakugou getting tickled by Kirishima, Kaminari can't help but feel a little...jealous. His friends aren't stupid, though, and they pick up on it right away. Once he explains how he's feeling, they're more than happy to help him feel a little better :)
Word Count : 2798
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This is so stupid. So fucking stupid. This should NOT be affecting him as much as it was. But, despite his internal fight against it, the feeling of ghost tickles spreading mercilessly throughout his torso as he watched Kirishima squeeze up and down at Bakugou’s sides would just not let up. He was practically squirming in his seat listening to the boy’s cackles and curses to, “JUST FUHUHUCKING STOP ALREADHEHEHE!!” It wasn’t fair! How come the guy who hates getting tickled is being attacked in just the way Denki wants it for himself.
The Bakusquad had all been chilling in Bakugou’s room together (well, more like everyone burst in there and refused to leave, though Bakugou didn’t put up too much of a fight to get them to) and were all each doing their own things. Sero had been watching an anime on his phone, Mina was teaching herself a TikTok dance off to the side, Denki was playing on his Switch, and Kirishima and Bakugou had opted to watch a movie on the blonde’s laptop. Everything was seemingly pretty calm, no one yet to cause much of a ruckus...until Bakugou wouldn’t stop calling the movie Kirishima had picked out “stupid and not fucking scary,” to which Kirishima decided the best course of action would be to tickle him until he apologized for being so mean.
Which is where they were now. Mina scolding the boys for being too loud so she couldn’t hear the music to keep up with the beat, while Sero just laughed and cheered Kirishima on from the side. Denki was practically vibrating from his spot on the floor. He had been feeling pretty, um…”touch starved” the past few days anyways, especially after seeing Midoriya get gang tickled by his own group or friends days ago, but now this?! This was too much. He couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t.
“You’re way too ticklish, Bakugou, it’s fucking hilarious,” Sero spoke snidely from his spot on the orange beanbag across from Denki, Bakugou throwing his own rage-filled fit on top of the bed from the raven-haired boy’s teasing. Sero grinned widely as he looked over towards Denki, expecting a snarky comment from the blonde as well. But...all he got was a pair of wide eyes that immediately avoided his gaze, his cheeks flushing pink as his hands seemed to grip even harder on his gaming console. Sero’s brows furrowed. “Denks, you good man?”
“You’re way too ticklish, Bakugou, it’s fucking hilarious,” Sero spoke snidely from his spot on the orange beanbag across from Denki, Bakugou throwing his own rage-filled fit on top of the bed from the raven-haired boy’s teasing. Sero grinned widely as he looked over towards Denki, expecting a snarky comment from the blonde as well. But...all he got was a pair of wide eyes that immediately avoided his gaze, his cheeks flushing pink as his hands seemed to grip even harder on his gaming console. Sero’s brows furrowed. “Denks, you good man?”
Denki froze a bit, still not looking over towards Sero as he let out a little nervous chuckle. “What, me? Good? Oh, yeah dude, I am tooootally good. A+ over here, no need to fret one little bit, ha!” Denki laughed awkwardly before just falling into an uncomfortable silence again. Everyone in the room’s attention was suddenly on the blonde, and not the angry one.
Kirishima spoke up, a little worry in his voice. “Are you feeling sick, bro? I know you short circuited during training today, is it still making you feel-”
“No! No, I promise I’m all good! It was just...uh…” Denki internally cursed at himself for not shutting up when he could. He could’ve just left it at being good! But nooo he just had to feel like he needed to explain himself!
“Just what?” Mina prompted, grabbing her phone from it’s previously propped position against Bakugou’s dresser and sitting criss-cross over beside Denki.
Denki blushed, he couldn’t help it. He felt so exposed right now, and he was worried there was no getting out of this...but...part of him hoped there really was no getting out of this.
The blonde whined, covering his flushed face with his hands after sitting his Switch down on the floor beside him. “I caaaan’t...it’s embarrassing…” Denki spoke in a low, whiny tone.
Bakugou made a scoffing sound from his place cuddled into Kirishima on the bed, Denki peering through his fingers slightly to look at him. “You think we give a shit, Dunceface? These morons and I know practically everything about you already.”
Kirishima beamed beside him. “Yeah! This is a no judgement zone, brother! Whatever goes!” Sero and Mina nodded their heads with approving smiles, looking back over towards Denki.
The boy whined one final time behind his hands before bringing his knees up to his chest, setting his hands on top of them like a prop. He peered over his knees like a child. “Well, it’s just that...when he - or when they both - or, more like when Kiri did it to Bakugou, but - or, I don’t know, I can’t say-”
Bakugou groaned loudly, cutting the boy off. “Spit it out, Sparkplug, I’m not listening to you ramble all night long!”
“But I can’t say the word!” Denki grumbled, his fingers tangling in his hair in frustration.
“Well, he said something about Kiri and Bakugou. Is this about Blasty getting tickled?” Mina asked genuinely, but it only made Denki blush even brighter and cover his face once again with a muffled whine. “Wait, is that it? Can you not say tickle?” Denki groaned even louder.
“Stooooop…” he muffled his gripe into his palms, but to say he wasn’t loving this attention despite his reactions right now would be a complete and total lie.
“Aw, you can’t, can you? Why not? Do you not like tickling?” Mina asked, leaning forward towards the boy in curiosity. Denki just shook his head slightly.
“No, that’s...that’s not it…”
“So you...like it?” Sero asked with a small smirk, leaning his head down and towards Denki to try and make eye contact with the boy whose forehead leaned against his knees. Sero’s eyes met the blonde’s, who only froze up at the smirk the raven-haired boy gave him. “Oh that’s it, huh? You like being tickled?”
“I...I mean...maybe a little,” Denki muttered in a barely audible whisper, but it was more than enough for his friends, who now all had growing smirks on their faces.
“Aw, Denki, if you wanted us to tickle you you coulda just said something, man!” Kirishima beamed before hopping off of his spot on the bed (much to Bakugou’s now cold displeasure). In a quick motion, Kirishima grabbed Denki around his waist, the blonde letting out a surprised yelp as he was lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed haphazardly with a huffed “oof” sound.
“Blasty, grab his arms real quick!” Mina called from the floor, her and Sero both rising from their spots on the ground and walking towards the bed with a now furiously blushing Denki on it. Bakugou just rolled his eyes and, with a displeased grunt, grabbed both of Denki’s arms, holding them above his head as he laid with his back pressed against the bed.
“W-wait, you don’t have to-”
“Shut the hell up, Sparky. If we didn’t want to, we wouldn’t do it,” Bakugou grumbled, though the small smile on his face did not go unnoticed by the pinned blonde underneath him. “You wanted us to tickle you? Fine. But remember that you practically asked for this.”
“Aww, look at him! He’s getting all embarrassed!~” Mina cooed, wiggling her fingers in the air as she got comfortable on Denki’s left side, Kirishima taking his right while Sero prompted to sit himself down on his calves, effectively pinning the boy completely to the bed.
Denki couldn’t help the nervous outpour of titters that escaped from his belly, his eyes wide as the three soon-to-be ticklers all teased their fingers in the air above him, wiggling them in a teasy taunt.
“Oh gohohod-” Denki whined, squirming under them as their fingers inched closer and closer to his wiggling body. Mina lifted up his shirt just above his lower ribs, the cold air making him yip in surprise, making the others chuckle.
“We haven’t even tickled you yet!” Sero laughed, rubbing his palms over Denki’s knees and thighs, and though the action was non-tickly in itself, Denki couldn’t help but jump in anticipation at the sensation.
“Stohohop saying the wohohord!” Denki fussed through his giggles, internally begging them to just get on with it already.
“What word? Tickle? You don’t like when we talk about how ticklish you are? How you can’t handle a couple tickly tickles?~” Mina teased, finally wiggling just her two first fingers against Denki’s bare right side. This sent a jold through his already overly-sensitve body, the anticipation just making it worse.
“AH! Wahahait!!” Denki pleaded, even if he didn’t mean it one bit. He couldn’t handle waiting anymore. He needed this, and he needed it now.
“Aww, no more waiting, Kami! I wanna hear you laugh for real now!” Kirishima smiled before fluttering at his left ribs just underneath his armpit, and Kaminari let out a flurry of panicked giggles that could rival that of an overly-excited child. Mina followed suit, pinching at his sides in a gentle, but oh oh so tickly way. Sero prompted to wiggle his fingers just barely on the underside of his knees, which drove Denki up the fucking wall.
“OH GOHOHOD! OH PLEHEHEASE! IT TIHIHICKLES!” Denki cackled, throwing his head back practically onto Bakugou’s lap, who only smirked down at the hysterical boy under him.
“You’re fucking ridiculous, Pikachu. This ticklish? For real? They’ve barely done shit to you,” Bakugou got in his share of teasing, which only made Kaminari’s giggles seem to raise up an octave.
“STAHAHAP TAHAHALKING! MAHAHAKES IT SOHOHO MUCH WOHOHORSE!” Denki screamed when Sero started pinching at the tops of his knees. His laughs were sporadic, high-pitched and panicked, though very obviously excited. “SEROHOHOHO!”
“Aw, whatsa matter, Denks? Your knees a bad spot for you?” Sero asked, using one hand to squeeze his knee while the other fluttered on the underside of it. “Tell me, which is worse: the squeezing or when I use my nails?”
“I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW! JUST STAHAHAHAP!” Denki cackled in mirth, lying through his teeth as if he really wanted them to quit their teasy actions. They all saw right through him, luckily, and continued on their tickling rampage.
Kirishima used one hand to spider and pinch at his ribs, while the other started wiggling gently over his lower belly, teasing the boy infinitely. Mina cooed as her side squeezes made him shriek like a child, finding the ever growing blush on his cheeks to be as endearing as ever.
Bakugou decided he really wanted to get his hands in on this torture before it ended. He quickly pinned Kaminari’s hands underneath both of his knees, leaning his body over just enough to stretch his arm out and press two fingers into his lower belly, effectively moving Kirishima’s own teasing fingers out of the way. “Hey, Sparks; wanna see my favorite way to murder someone?”
“NOHOHO! BAKUGOHOHOU! DON’T DO IHIHIT!” Kaminari already knew what was coming, and this was something he knew he couldn’t stand for a second. He wasn’t going to make this out alive, and it seemed Bakugou was going to make sure of that.
“Too late. I wanna see you scream,” Bakugou smirked, and with that, vibrated his fingers into Denki’s tummy relentlessly, drawing screaming belly laughs out of the boy in milliseconds. He was in absolute stitches, writhing underneath their touch, screeching and hollering like he was literally being murdered. The squeezing on his knees made him arch his back, but that only brought his belly closer to Bakugou’s merciless fingers.
Mina moved her evil, evil acrylics up to Denki’s armpit, and that’s the moment he knew he was absolutely done for. He couldn’t take it, he could see the light and it was surrounded by wiggling fingers and teasing voices.
“Aww, look at him! He’s loving it!” Kirishima beamed, squeezing into his ribs like playing a piano without direction.
“I know, right? He looks so cute like this!” Mina cooed digging a thumb into the pit and effectively causing Denki to jolt hard underneath them, his laughs turning gutteral but still somehow panicky and excited.
“YOU GUHUHUYS SUHUHUCK! IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Denki convulsed when he felt Bakugou use both his hands to dig small circles into his upper hips.
“Yeaaaah but you like it, don’t you?~” Sero teased, continuing his assault on one knee while leaning back to scribble over one of Denki’s socked soles, the foot wiggling around frantically but not enough to evade the ever so tickly touches of Sero’s fingers.
“PLEHEHEHEASE! OH GOHOHOHOD AHAHAHA!”
“I wanna hear him say it! Say ‘I like being tickled,’ and we’ll quit!” Mina beamed.
“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T SAHAHAY THAHAHAT! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAHAHAND!” Kaminari felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes that were squeezed tightly shut, his body flailing uselessly under their pin.
“Sounds like you’re gonna die one hell of a death then, huh?” Bakugou chuckled, squeezing the boy’s hips mercilessly and causing him to buck like bull.
Kirishima chuckled. “He probably just doesn’t want it to end yet. Is that it, Kami? You want us to keep tickling you forever and ever and ever”
“OKAHAHAY! I LIHIHIKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHEASE! IT’S SO BAHAHAD!” Kaminari pleaded as he felt both of Sero’s hands return to his oh so sensitive knees.
“Nooo, that’s not what we want, giggle-bug! You gotta say the word too!” Mina giggled.
“Aww, giggle-bug is such a cute name. We’ve gotta start calling him that all the time,” Sero chuckled.
“NAHAHAH! DON’T DOHOHO THAHAHT! IT’S STUHUHUPID!”
“Yeah? Well so are you,” Bakugou smirked before leaning in close to Denki’s ear, his breath tickling him way more than it should have, causing him to yip and scrunch up his neck. “-giggle-bug~”
That was it. That’s what did him in officially.
“ALRIHIHIGHT! OKAHAHAY! I LIHIHIKE BEING TIHIHICKLED! PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” Kaminari screamed, before all the hands on his body suddenly stopped their tickly torment. Bakugou backed off completely, moving himself off of Denki’s arms so the boy could bundle up into himself, while the other’s kept their hands on him comfortingly. Sero moved off of Denki’s legs, the blonde curling up into a giggle ball.
“Chrihihist…” he giggled into himself, wiping away a residual tear.
“You okay, babes?” Mina asked comfortingly, a smile laced in her voice that made Denki more relaxed than ever. He smiled up at all of them, the blush still having yet to leave his cheeks.
“Yeah...yeah I’m...thank you guys…” he let out one last giggle as all his friends (besides Bakugou, who rolled his eyes with a grin) all awed at him. Kirishima and Mina pulled him into a tight hug, Sero following before Kirishima pulled Bakugou into it with them (though he didn’t put up a fight, instead wrapping his arms around the huddle with a straight look on his face.)
“Anytime, Denks! That was so much fun, we’ve gotta do that again sometime!” Kirishima smiled brightly as they all pulled away from the hug. Kaminari was obviously still a little embarrassed, scratching at his neck sheepishly with a chuckle.
“So you guys don’t...care? That I like that?” Denki asked with insecurity laced through his voice.
“Sweetheart, with all due respect, it’s fucking adorable. If anything I’m thrilled you like it cause that just means I get to do it to you that much more,” Mina smiled, the hand on his shoulder rubbing him soothingly as he melted into the touch.
“Same here, man. It’s cute as fuck,” Sero chuckled, ruffling Denki’s hair playfully. “Alright, now...who wants to watch a movie?”
“Oh, oh, I say we watch Little Mermaid!” Kirishima raised his hand like a child in class, which only made Bakugou scoff and shove at his shoulder with a scowl.
“Uh, fuck that! If we’re watching any princess movie it’s gonna be Mulan,” Bakugou said, the others looking at him in a momentary shock that he would actually suggest any princess movie at all. He looked back at them blankly. “What? She’s a fucking badass and you all know it.”
“Mulan it is, then,” Mina smiled, hopping off the bed to grab Bakugou’s laptop. They all curled in together on Bakugou’s not-very-big dorm-sized bed, their closeness and warmth practically melting all of their bodies as they watched the movie together that night. Denki was huddled in the middle, cuddled close by Mina and Sero. He had never felt more loved and comfortable in his life, the smile on his face evident of this as he drifted off into the happiest sleep he’d had in a while.
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A / N : hopefully you guys enjoyed that!! if u did pls reblog it, it helps my fics reach other ppl who might be interested in reading!! love u guys, thanks for all the support!! much love <33 xx
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Charger ~ IRL!Dream
Summary: Y/n and Clay get into a big fight and the only thing stopping them from never talking again is Y/N’s phone battery
Pairing and Pronouns: IRL Dream x GN!Reader, They/Them
This is completely based on the song Charger by Elio. Also first post pog!
Warnings: Arguments, Swearing, Dreams real name, Angst, please lmk if I forgot some
Requested: Yes No
flashbacks are italizied
(Y/n) let out a huff of air as they walked around with no intended destination having left their keys on the counter before storming out. Not completely sure how far they had walked they pulled out their phone to check maps. That when they noticed their battery percent. They pulled open the bag with the few clothes and other necessities they would bring whenever staying over at Clay’s looking for the familiar white chord. They found the blue portable charger they carried around with them but the chord seemed to unplug. With a minute or two of rummaging around they started pulling items out until the bag was empty with no charger to be seen.
“Shit,” they mutter, “I'm stranded.” their phone was at three percent and their charger was still plugged into the left side outlet of Clay’s bedroom. They had nowhere to go, the mosquitoes were becoming unbearable, and the heat was getting to them. All they wanted to do was go back to their boyfriends house and tell him they are sorry.
But they couldn’t
“You know you’re always working and filming with your friends but the one time I say something about it I’m overreacting!”, they shouted.
“It’s not my fault I have a job that I care about!” Clay yelled back
“And it’s not my fault I want to spend time with my boyfriend. Can I even say that anymore you’re up with the sun doing whatever and up into the late hours of night I never get to see you anymore. You're always locked behind your door!” Hot tears were running down their cheeks blurring their eyes
“(Y/n) that's not fair to say you know I’m trying,” Clay softened a little but having no effect on (Y/n) who was starting to need fresh air.
“Are you? When was the last time you told me you loved me,” They asked to which Clay just swallowed at seeming to not know, “Exactly Clay, I'll be back when you are willing to care,” and with that they went upstairs packing up the few things they had but missing the white chord.
They were still so overworked from their last interaction that buying all new stuff didn’t seem like such a bad idea, unreasonable but less stressful. The issue was that (Y/n) really didn’t want to go back right now knowing the anger was still fresh in both parties but, they were stuck not really knowing how to get back to their own house on foot or how long it would take with barely any phone. To make matters worse (Y/n) knew that their charger was plugged in on the left side of Clay’s bed making it impossible for him to miss. They knew that he would see it and know their predicament. And how right they were.
“They're probably dying without this,” Clay chuckled softly while holding up the white chord knowing his SO would always forget to plug their phone in before they slept. Somehow knowing he still had this tiny but important piece of them gave him hope for them to come back. As the dim light outside burnt down to only the pale moonlight Clay stayed up not wanting to miss if (Y/n) came back while (Y/n) was seated on the sidewalk swatting bugs and trying to keep their eyes open with their phone battery now at 2%. To keep them from the embarrassment of sleeping on a sidewalk they started talking to the empty air.
“I really don’t want to go back there,” They said softly “It’s just a charger. I can buy a new one but the nearest drugstore is like 10 miles away,” They groaned, probably being overdramatic but they were heartbroken and didn’t want a new charger. “If I go back it’ll be so much harder to leave again,” They spoke to the gnats flying around. Knowing that Clay’s house was the only place they could walk to from here they pushed themselves up from the pavement and started walking with only the dim orange light coming from the street lights guiding their way down the familiar roads. It took about ten minutes to get to the house that they had ran out of a couple hours ago. (Y/n) made note of the bedroom light being on and not the streaming room light. (Y/n) stomach turned as they started to the front door. “Do I really need it that bad?'' they asked the empty air softly fearing their boyfriends reaction. They could always turn back and call their roommate to pick them up knowing they have to be home by now. But their phone could die at any time and it was 1 am they didn’t have the energy to go over the fight. So they knocked before they could have a second thought. Each second felt like an hour until they heard the sound of feet coming towards the door. Next was the click of the lock and then the door slowly swung open revealing a disheveled Clay.
“Hey,” (Y/n) mumbled refusing to meet his eyes
“Do you need this,” Clay said holding up (Y/n)’s charger. (Y/n) slowly lifted their head finally meeting his eyes when they finally broke a little bit. They walked towards him getting close enough to wrap their arms around him and bury their face into his chest. Clay tensed at the embrace until he slowly melted into it.
“I’m sorry and I love you so much,”
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3 Times Wilbur Was A Lee + No That's It, That's The Post
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"Listen, I'm sorry, alright?" Tommy huffed out, resting his head on Wilbur's shoulder. "I didn't mean to! Honest! You're just being a big bitch about it!"
Wilbur didn't say anything back. He simply stared at the front door, waiting for Phil to come home with his fixed sweater.
While watching Tommy parade around the house in Wilbur's favorite orange sweater was, to some degree, amusing, it was not amusing when Tommy ripped the soft fabric. And although Phil had gone to get the sweater fixed, Wilbur was still incredibly upset with the seventeen-year-old idiot. He stuck a Post-It on Tommy's forehead with the words, "I am an idiot and Wilbur Soot does not talk to idiots," scrawled on the yellow paper in messy handwriting. He then resigned himself to the couch and waited for Phil to come home, ignoring Tommy's attempts at getting his attention.
It seemed like Tommy wasn't exactly on board with his idea, judging by the way he plopped himself next to Wilbur and began poking his shoulder, repeating, "...Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me..."
It took every fiber of Wilbur's being to not whack Tommy on the back of his empty little head.
"...Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me..."
The words, "Shut it", weighed heavily on Wilbur's tongue, and it took a massive effort to not let it slip from his lips. He had told himself that he would not talk to Tommy, and he was going to keep that promise.
"...Answer me, answer me, answer me, not gonna stop until you answer me, answer me, answer me..."
Gradually, as Wilbur remained unresponsive, Tommy's poking became quicker and more aggressive until he missed his mark. Instead of poking Wilbur's shoulder, he ended up poking his ribs. The older started and swallowed a squeak of surprise. He hoped that Tommy hadn't noticed, but that hope quickly sank when he saw him grin widely.
"I saw that jump, don't try and hide," said Tommy, poking his ribs again. As impassively as he could, Wilbur reached out and grabbed Tommy's wrists tightly. He never spoke a word and kept his eyes on the front door. He was trying to ignore the kid, after all. He squeezed Tommy's wrists and let go, hoping that the boy had gotten the message.
Don't poke me, he silently said.
Unfortunately, Tommy was never good at listening. The moment his hands were free, he immediately returned to poking at Wilbur's ribs, this time with renewed energy.
"Ahaha-!"
Wilbur cracked.
He dropped the ignoring act and squirmed away from Tommy. In his desperation, he made the mistake of falling off the couch and onto the ground, allowing Tommy to sit on top of him and poke him more.
"G-Gehehet ahahaway!"
"I knew it! I knew you were just ignoring me!"
"Tohohommy, gehehet ohoff!"
"Nah. I'm having a lot of fun."
"T-Tohohommy, Ihi'm seheherious!" Wilbur tried to flip over to throw Tommy off him, but he quickly abandoned the attempt when Tommy dug between his shoulder blades. "Juhuhust gehehet ohohoff! Plehehease!"
Although Wilbur's thin shirt was doing nothing to protect him from Tommy's poking, the blonde still decided to take it up a notch. He slipped a hand underneath the shirt and rapidly squeezed his ribcage. Wilbur just about shrieked, frantically and jerkily pushing at Tommy's chest. His arms flailed around; Wilbur was stuck between trying to push Tommy off him or covering up his red face to preserve what little dignity he could save. The younger grinned widely, easily grabbing Wilbur's hands and pinning them down high above his head.
"TOHOHOMMY, WAHAHAIT! I-IHI CAHAHAN'T BREHEHEATHE!" Wilbur was bluffing and Tommy knew it.
"Calm down, you're breathing just fine."
"GEHEHET OHOHOFF!"
"Awww, is this a bad spot?" Tommy made an exaggerated sad face. "This is a bad spot for you, huh? Your ribs are ticklish? Is that what this is? Hm?"
Wilbur whined at the teasing, turning a deep shade of red.
"TOHOHOMMY!" he complained. The squeezing and pokes to his ribs made it difficult to think, so he couldn't get out much more. Given the opportunity, he might have been able to formulate a proper and cohesive argument and rationalization to persuade Tommy into halting his petty actions.
He wasn't given the opportunity.
The laughing on his behalf and the tickling on Tommy's seemed to weaken Wilbur because he was finding it incredibly hard to do anything but lie there and take it. Take the digging nails between his ribs, the occasional raspberry on his ribs, the random squeezes and pokes and prods and wiggles and skitters and rubs on the bones and gently scratching...
"TOHOHOMMY! PLEHEHEASE, YOUHU'RE GOHOHOING TO KIHILL ME!"
"Calm down," scoffed Tommy. "I'm not going to kill you."
Still, he relented and stopped his attack, letting Wilbur (finally) take a breather.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeheheah..."
"Cool."
"Cahahan youhu get ohohoff mehe?"
Tommy blinked. This was the first time in memory that Wilbur had asked for something — and politely too.
"Hm..." For a moment, Tommy considered it. Wilbur hadn't flipped him over and taken brutal revenge yet. He had asked nicely to be let up. It looked like he was sorry for ignoring Tommy. Well, then again, it only looked like he was sorry.
"Maybe if you apologize for ignoring," offered Tommy, "I'll let you up."
Wilbur glared at him. It was obvious he was trying to gain authority and control of the situation by activating his Big-Brother mode, but it was less effective when he was at Tommy's mercy.
"Fuhuhuck youhu," Wilbur snapped. "Let me up."
Tommy just shrugged. "Your funeral," he said, scribbling his fingers over Wilbur's ribs. The brunet screeched in laughter and immediately gave in.
"OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY IHI'M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHOHORRY!"
Huh. Well, that had worked out better than expected. Tommy made a mental note about Wilbur's ribs. What? It was valuable potential blackmail for later!
"Very sorry?"
"YEHES! V-VEHEHERY SOHOHORRY!"
"And you promise that you'll never ignore me ever again?"
"YOUHU SUHUHUCK!" Wilbur whined through his laughter.
"I don't hear you saying it~"
"NOHOT SAHAHAYING SHIHIT!"
"Don't think you have a choice here, Wil," Tommy murmured. Once more, he switched tactics, going from dancing his fingers around to digging in between each of Wilbur's ribs. Every once in a while, he'd blow a raspberry and smugly grin when he heard Wil shriek. "I think you better say it."
"IHIHI PROHOHOMISE IHI'LL-" Wilbur broke off with a high-pitched squeal as Tommy blew a raspberry on a particularly ticklish rib. "AHAHA-! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"
"Go on," coaxed Tommy. "Say "I'll never ignore you again, Tommy", and I'll let you up."
"DA-DAHAHAMN YOUHU!
"Say it!"
"IHIH'LL NEHEVER IGNORE YOUHU AHAHAGAIN, TO-TOHOHOMMY!" Wilbur managed to babble out.
Finally, finally, Tommy stopped. This time, with no intention of starting up again. "Really?"
"Yehes," Wilbur breathily replied. His chest rose and fell as he greedily sucked in some much-needed air. "I forgive you, okay? I'll stop ignoring. I don't think you're an idiot. I don't care about my sweater." At first, Tommy thought he was just saying it so Tommy wouldn't tickle him again. But that thought quickly left when Wilbur reluctantly grumbled out, "I love you. And I'm sorry."
"Awww! Thank you!"
"Now get the fuck off of me."
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"Y'know, Tommy had a lot of fun telling me about his own tickling story with you," Philza helpfully informed, shifting slightly to better access Wilbur's underarms. He noticed that kneading circles made Wil's laughter go high-pitched, so he made sure to knead as many circles as he could. "But honestly, I think I'm having more fun than he did."
"AHAHAHA! PH-PHIHIHIL! PHIHIL IHIHI CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHI- EEP!"
Phil grinned at Wilbur's reaction. He blew another raspberry on his neck and got the same response: a short, high-pitched shriek.
"You what? What is it, Wilbur?"
Wilbur simply shook his head, laughing too hard to be able to form coherent words. Had he not been sitting in Phil's lap, his arms held up with one hand and his underarms being tortured by a hand and a wing while another wing was running over his ribs, he might have been able to form a proper word. Phil noticed this and decided to give the musician a small break.
"...h-hehehe," Wilbur softly giggled. The tickling had stopped, but he still jerked and flinched and laughed like there were still fingers and feathers on him. "M-Mehehahaha..."
"What?"
"...mehahaha..."
"A-Are you okay?" asked Philza, starting to get worried. He hadn't taken it too far, had he?
Finally, after his breathing calms down and enough air gets into Wilbur's lungs, he whispered, "...m-mehehercy..."
"What's that?"
"H-Hahahave mehercy, Phihil." Wilbur shook his head once more, his giggles beginning to start up again. He tugged at his wrists, which were still held high above his head, and rocked side to side, almost like he was trying to evade poking fingers. The only thing was that Phil wasn't doing anything. "Cahahan't tahake ihit..."
"I'm giving you a break right now," soothed Phil. "I'm not an asshole."
"Yehes you ahahare," Wilbur cheekily said.
"Hey," said Phil. He ran his nails over Wilbur's ribs, earning a loud shriek. "I would be careful if I were you," he warned. "Don't forget, I know two of your spots now, and I fully plan on abusing my knowledge."
Wilbur squirmed in the avian's lap, his light-hearted threat forcing a whine out of him. His cheeks only got redder when he finally processed something that Phil had said earlier.
"Did he really?" he meekly asked.
"Did who really what?"
"Did Tommy really tell you about tickling me?"
Philza barked out a laugh. "You think Tommy's the type of guy to offer help in unloading the groceries?"
Wilbur flushed, his cheeks now a deep crimson. "Guess not," he grumbled. He had thought it was weird that Tommy was suddenly so eager to do a task that nobody liked doing — unloading the groceries — but he had just assumed that Tommy felt awkward around Wilbur after tickling him. He hadn't thought that... Wilbur kicked his legs as best he could and whined loudly.
"I can't believe you just stood there and willingly listened to Tommy talk about how he... how he tortured me to earn my forgiveness," he huffed.
"Torture," Phil snorted. "He didn't torture you. You make it sound like he had a knife and was drawing blood. According to him, all he did was tickle your ribs."
"W-Well, my ribs are very ticklish!"
"I noticed," Phil remarked. He dragged a single finger up Wil's ribs and smirked when Wilbur burst into sweet lil' giggles. Feeling a little evil, he added, "You know, he also told me get flustered easily~"
This, of course, flustered Wilbur. He buried his head in the crook of his arm, trying — and failing miserably — to suppress a goofy smile.
Phil took it as an invitation to continue.
"He also told me your laugh was adorable."
"Did he really-
"He told me you get all giggly when someone lightly rubs your ribs."
"Wh-What-"
"And that you get really red when someone tickle you."
"I don't-"
"You do, actually," Phil noted, eyeing the brunet's red face.
"Look," he said, booping Wilbur on the nose, "even your nose is red."
"I-"
"You look good though," Phil reassured. "Cute and a little messy, but good."
"St-Stop cutting me off!" spluttered Wilbur. The fact that Phil hadn't let him go yet probably meant that he planned on tickling him more, and Phil's constant interrupting wasn't helping Wilbur ease his nerves.
Phil's eyes widened at his outburst. "Well, there's no need to shout at your old man," he murmured. "I was just curious, that's all."
"S-Sorry..."
Phil hummed again, and the two fell into a comfortable silence — although Wilbur's nerves still didn't ease. Just as he was about to be asked if he could be let go, Phil said, "Aight, break's over. Let's start."
"Wait, what're you- AH! PHIHIHIL! NOHOHOT AHAHAGAIN!"
Phil cooed softly, drilling his wings into Wilbur's underarms while silently counting his ribs with his free hand. "I think Tommy was right; your laugh is adorable."
"FUHUHUHUCK YOUHUHU!"
Phil frowned at the vulgar language. He tugged Wilbur's arms to the side a little and began blowing raspberries on his ribs. Just as Tommy had told him, Wilbur immediately shrieked.
"AHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT! SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEASE, IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!"
Phil noticed that vibrating his fingers deep into Wil's underarms made him laugh louder than when he blew raspberries on his ribs. "Hey, I think your armpits might be more ticklish than your ribs!"
"PHIHIHIL!" Wilbur whined. "YOUHUHU'RE SOHO MEHEHEHEAN!"
"Me? Mean?" Phil gasped in mock offense. He ran the tip of his wing over Wil's left underarm while drilling circles into his right. The harsh contrast between the two sides was driving Wilbur insane! "I'm hurt, Wilbur. I'm genuinely hurt."
"IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY NOHOW STOP TIHIHIHICKLING MEHE!"
"Lemme sleep on it."
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"No, that wouldn't work either," Wilbur dismissed. He leaned back in his chair (or some stairs, depending on how you wanna look at it) and gazed out the window, a half-amused smile tugging on his lips as he watched Tommy and Tubbo assemble and reassemble a large pyramid puzzle. To Technoblade, he said, "Think of something better."
"I'm trying!" Techno frustratedly snapped. "You've been rejecting every idea I've come up with! Plus, you haven't come up with a single idea yet!"
"Yeah, because good ideas take a long time to think of!"
Techno rolled his eyes. "Yeah? Good ideas take a long time to think of? Seriously? That's your excuse?"
"It's not an excuse! I'm trying to focus, but you're distracting me!"
"I'm helping."
From downstairs, Phil tiredly sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Wilbur and Techno were arguing. Again.
"What else is new," he muttered under his breath before sipping his coffee.
Sometimes, the avian questioned his decision to introduce his adopted family to Technoblade. At times, it was good to have his friend around; he was always happy to have a helping hand in organizing the family. Techno was a good big brother.
There were, however, some problems. Even though Technoblade was over a thousand years old, Nether piglins tended to live for millions of years. By piglin standards, Techno was barely a toddler. His youth — and therefore inexperience — caused some (read: a lot) of chaos and unnecessary bickering around the house.
For example, it was Tommy's birthday, and Techno and Wilbur had been assigned to give him a gift. Phil had initially thought it would be a nice team/brother bonding moment, but it just ended up being another excuse for the two to argue.
"What if we made him a giant cobblestone tower?" suggested Techno. "I have enough. We could build it all the way to the height limit. It'd probably make Tommy happy; he likes cobblestone towers of powers."
"No."
The piglin blinked at Wilbur's bluntness. He waited for an explanation. When none came, he prompted, "...Because...?"
"I just don't like the idea," Wilbur replied.
Techno threw his hands up in wordless fury. "You are impossible to work with," he stated. "Absolutely impossible."
"Think of some good ideas and maybe I'll be easier to work with."
Finally, Technoblade snapped. Wilbur had been rejecting every single one of his ideas with no satisfying explanation. It was honestly starting to get to him.
Making sure Wilbur was still distracted by something outside the window, he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a book and quill. Flipping to page thirteen, he slowly trailed a finger down the paper, quickly reading all the bullets.
- A video where he's singing incredibly off-key - His secret drawer of photos of Sally - The one page in his diary where he talks about how amazing Tommy is - A video of him strumming an air-guitar like he's at a rock concert - That one time he accidentally encased himself in obsidian and I had to get him out - That time he started talking about how incredibly Tommy was before realizing I wasn't Philza
None of these help, Technoblade thought, slightly crestfallen. Usually, his book had all the blackmailing information necessary for any situation. But none of the bullets were helpful in this certain scenario. Eventually, he reached the final bullet on page thirteen, the page specifically dedicated to potential blackmail on Wilbur Soot.
- Ticklish ribs The words, "+underarms", had been hastily scrawled underneath.
Huh. Technoblade glanced up at Wilbur, who remained oblivious to his growing evil scheme.
"Alrighty then," the piglin sighed, standing up. "Villain arc time."
"Oh yeah?" Wilbur absent-mindedly murmured. "What're you gonna- AH!"
He yelped, caught off-guard, as Techno just about pounced on him and hauled him off his chair. He crashed into the piglin, sending them tumbling to the ground, each fighting for dominance. Though Techno was quite well-known for his strength and cunningness, Wilbur found it incredibly easy to wriggle his way out from his grasp.
Just as Wilbur had thought he had managed to get away, Techno "accidentally" hiked his shirt up and began squeezing at his ribcage. Wil immediately crumbled to the ground, feebly beating Techno's chest with a clenched fist.
"Ack! T-Tehehechno! Youhu cheheheater!"
"I win!" he triumphantly cried, flipping Wilbur onto back and settling down on his legs. Anytime Wil tried to resist, Techno would simply rub his top rib bones and watch (smugly) as Wilbur fell back down, giggling up a storm.
"Youhuhu cheheated!" Wilbur protested. "Thahat's not fahahair!"
"Hush," shushed Techno. Wilbur did not "hush". In fact, when Technoblade delved his fingers into his underarms, his laughter only grew louder. In mock exasperation, Techno snapped, "Pay attention, Wilbur, I'm showing you my really good idea."
"Thihihis ihis youhur idehea?!"
"It's good, isn't it?"
"Ihihit's ahabsolute shit!"
Techno's eyes widened.
"You take that back!" he demanded, not caring how childish he was being. It seemed like laughter truly was contagious, for Wilbur's loud cackling brought out a few chuckles from himself. Techno was glad that Phil had suggested for Tommy and Tubbo to go outside, because it would be very hard to explain why he, Technoblade, a deadly piglin who earned his title "Blood God", was currently sitting on top of a human and tickling him senseless, all the while wearing a large, goofy smirk.
"My ideas are great and you know it. Just admit it already."
"Fuhuhuck ohoff! Ihihi-" Whatever Wilbur was going to say was cut off by his own raucous laughter when Techno pushed his sweater up and blew a raspberry on his ribs (a trick he learned from Phil, who learned it from Tommy). "FUHUHUCK! WAHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT, TEHEHECHNO PLEASE! STOHOHOP!"
Technoblade did not stop. As a matter of fact, Wilbur's pleas only seemed to spur him on. Through slightly teary eyes, Wil weakly batted at Techno's shoulder as the pinkette blew raspberry after raspberry on his ribs. The hits didn't do much — Techno barely noticed — but it did throw him off a little when Wilbur missed his shoulder and whacked him in the face. Luckily, no one was hurt, but it made Techno flinch, and instead of blowing a raspberry on Wil's ribs, he blew one on his navel.
To which Wilbur screeched.
"NOHOHO! NONONONO! NO! PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! ANYWHERE BUHUT THEHERE!"
Technoblade grinned. He gave Wil's underarms a little break and moved to attack his tummy instead, skittering his fingers around the soft skin, occasionally dipping into his navel to lightly scratch around.
"Oh? Is this a new spot?" asked Techno. "Is your tum-tum ticklish? Is it? Is it so tick-tick-ticklish? Hm?"
"STOHOHOHOP!" Wilbur tried to demand. His squeaky cackles weren't really helping him make a point. He pursed his lips together and attempted to put on a mean, stony face. Techno dipped a thumb into his lil' button and vibrated it around, and his facade immediately crumbled. He squirmed underneath him, frantically trying to get free. "PLEHEHEASE! CAHAHAN'T TAHAKE IHIT!"
The piglin caught the strain in Wilbur's laughter and sympathized with him. He hadn't been tickled before, but Wilbur always tried to keep a strong, impassive reputation, and Technoblade doesn't know what he would do if somebody tickles him and reduced him to a red puddle of giggles.
"Alright, alright," he murmured, decided that Wilbur had had enough. "Just wanted to have my revenge for a little while. It gets annoying when someone keeps rejecting my brilliant ideas, y'know."
He slid off of Wilbur and walked back to his chair, where he had originally been sitting before he had gotten the random idea to tickle Wil. Before he could see what Techno was doing, the piglin quickly jotted down "+belly and navel" on page thirteen of his blackmailing book. He said nothing else — no apologies, no consolation, no explanation. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Goose eggs.
The moment Wilbur got enough air into his lungs and strength in his limbs, he staggered back onto his feet, face bright red and hair a mess. He ran a hand through his ruffled brown curls — like that would help — and sank into his chair, breathless.
"Ihi still thihink your ideas a-are shihit," he mumbled. He hugged himself around the stomach, ghost tickles still dancing on his sensitive skin. Technoblade glared at him. He had forgotten how annoying Wilbur was while he had been tickling him. He grabbed the first thing he could find — a marker — and pointed it at the brunet.
"I'll tickle you again if you're not careful," he threatened.
"I can take it," Wilbur arrogantly responded, eyeing the marker warily. His bluff was called, however, when Technoblade stood up and he squeaked. "AH! Sorry! Didn't mean it! I-I was just joking!"
Techno grinned. "You wanna admit that my ideas are good now?"
"No."
For a split second, Wilbur's stubbornness irritated the piglin. But then, after studying the marker in his hand, Techno's grin only widened, another equally wonderful idea popping into his head.
"Alright, I've got an idea I bet Tommy'll love," he said.
"And I bet it's shit."
Technoblade didn't say anything, simply grabbing Wilbur's wrists and raising them high above his head, which scared him.
"What're you doing?" he squeaked, voice high-pitched in terror. "D-Don't tickle me again! Please! I'm sorry!"
"Calm down," Techno soothed. "I'm not going to tickle you."
Wilbur relaxed a little. That is until Technoblade began pushing his sweater up, to which he shrieked, "What're you doing?!"
"I'm going to use this marker," was the pinkette's simple response.
"T-To do wha- EEP! Tehehechno! Nohohot ahagain!" whined Wil. "Plehease! Ihihi'm seherious, I cahahan't tahake it!"
"What? Seriously? You can't take a marker? Not even a marker?" teased Technoblade, more surprised than anything else.
"Ihihi'm tihihicklish!" the brunet defensively giggled.
"Well, that's good, because I won't tickle you all that much. Just stay still. I need to write something on your stomach. It'll be easier if you don't struggle."
"Ihihit tihihickles!"
"I know, but just stay still."
Wilbur tried — he really did! — but it was incredibly difficult to not laugh while Technoblade was writing something on his stomach with a black Sharpie. The soft tip of the marker was surprisingly good at tickling him, especially when it came close to the rim of his navel.
"Whahat ahahare yohuu even dohohoing?" giggled Wilbur. He couldn't exactly read whatever Techno was writing. It's hard to read upside down.
"I'm writing "TICKLE HERE" all over your stomach. And don't look at me like that," Technoblade added when the other gaped at him. "I know you're ticklish on your stomach, but I'm willing to bet Tommy doesn't~"
"Youhu wouhuhuldn't!"
"I would, actually," Techno replied. "Plus, I bet Tommy would love it. Admit it, Wilbur, it's a good idea."
Although Wilbur would continue to insist that Techno's ideas were shit, Tommy actually found Techno's birthday gift for him incredibly entertaining and enjoyed it immensely.
("Come on Wilbur, it's very rude to not sing me happy birthday~" "Ihihi'm tryhyhyhying!" "Try harder! Try to stop laughing. It might help." "Youhuhu suhuck!" "I wouldn't say that if I were in your position~" "ACK! WAHAHAIT! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!" "Don't forget to try his navel too." "FUHUHUCK YOU BOHOTH!")
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I don't know why this prompt took me so long to do but I'm so fucking sorry Jesus Christ ᜊࡇᜊ
Also I'd just like to mention brag that the word count is 3,909 words.
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